>>578996
>‘How’s everyone?
Haruna and Yamato in the same pic.

Oh baby~

>>578996
>‘I’m behind on paperwork!’ (Try to get down to business)

>>578996
>‘I have to see Nagato!’ (Go to the MASH)

well actually
>‘How’s everyone?
first

>>578996
>‘How’s everyone?
[Internally panic about paperwork]

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Calming yourself down, you stare into the black liquid in your hands – the first time you’d been able to focus on anything with both eyes outside of that incident with the RAY – as a ton of grip creeps up on you. Your first day back on active duty and you had practically shirked it in favor of a whole day snoring… it’d be a wonder if Nachi wasn’t right outside your room door waiting to deck you for tossing the mounds on her and the rest of the team. Right after almost getting your Sub-Commander killed.

'How’s everyone?’ You take in another warm gulp – no use worrying about it… if she was going to deck you

‘Angry at you.’

You’d figured as much.

‘Do you know how long it takes to go through a file asking for approval on upgrading our gear?’

‘Depends.’ You answer, quickly and truthfully. Some of the forms took a bit longer to fill out than others. ‘Usually for the Destroyers it takes a tick.’

The both of you talk for a while – mostly about the exploits of a day you’d been absent from. How Nachi and Houshou had argued on whether you’d approve of a requisition of a more personal nature; when Tenryuu had unwittingly misplaced her own pile in Yuubari’s and Kaga’s right after; how Samidare and Shigure had managed to get through their boredom by doodling a rather well-done comic strip about a giant and his troll best friend together in the late evening… on Tenryuu’s requisition denial.

You really can’t help but smile at some of the stories.

‘We do need to come up with better synchronization with our excuses for you whenever you decide to play hooky.’ Kaga frowns, ‘If I recall correctly, the amalgamation would have amounted to the conclusion that you went to visit Akashi before you were called by the Admiral for a disciplinary hearing by the Court for getting into a fight with the Grand Lieutenant in an alley trying to retrieve some documents that were due yesterday because the Congregation had some beef with you.’

‘Um…’

‘Although, it’s strange that Nagato’s workload was significantly thicker than yours.’

‘It’s not that surprising.’ You shrug. ‘She is the Admiral’s secretary when she’s not helping me run things around here.’

‘All right – when I help her run things around here.’ You correct yourself.

‘Good that you know the pecking order.’ In that monotone voice, she taps you on the nose. ‘So many men tend to forget their place.’

Kaga leans in, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. Her hand presses on your chest; it feels like she’s climbing over you – you can feel so much on her upon that you’re immediately thankful that the cup in your hands is now empty.

‘Hey…’ You groan… and she immediately stops.

‘I believe that you’re in dire need of a shower.’ She pushes herself off you, scrunching her nose. ‘You know where the soap is.’

>‘Not going to join me?’ (Joke)
>‘Will do.’ (Shower)

>>579065
>>‘Will do.’ (Shower)

>>579065
>‘Will do.’ (Shower)

>>579065
>>‘Will do.’ (Shower)

>>579065
>‘Will do.’ (Shower)

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>>579023
Nice to see you this morning, Spectral

>>579065
>‘Will do.’ (Shower)

>>579081
Good to be here, Anon

>>578996
>‘How’s everyone?

>>579094
>>579065
>‘Will do.’ (Shower)

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You get to your feet, muttering, and set the cup on the desk before going for Kaga’s shampoo and body wash – the bottles were still there as they were, but you realize that they were a lot lighter than before; perhaps you could offer to get a few bottles the next time you had the opportunity to do so? You’d been leeching off her without guilt for the last few weeks – if it had been anyone else, you reckoned that you would have been given a hint via a lesson on moochers and leeches at this point; you strip off your top, immediately frowning as you come into contact with the overpowering odor of your person… with disgust, you realize that the last time you’d bothered to have a shower had been in the morning the day before yesterday.

It’s no wonder that Kaga had fled.

You strip yourself of your pants, throwing both articles into the laundry basket in the corner and wrapping one of the folded towels on the seat of the chair around your waist. Grabbing the toiletries, you make your way to the washroom to do your deed.

‘Commander.’

You look up to see Takao, her eyes wide just as much as yours probably were – she was clad in a towel, just like you, her hair mussed and sticking up at all ends as though a static brush had run through it. The towel, to your surprise, wasn’t one of the rough, standard issue towels that you had – in fact, this one looked like it was being stretching the very definition of modesty – on Takao, it might as well have been a tea cosy, given how much her figure was threatening to burst right out from the threading.

Somehow or other, or because you’d practically seen it all before, you manage to control yourself – and give her an acknowledging nod.

‘Takao.’

You make your way past her, into the washroom and to the sink, setting down everything for your use. You pick up your toothbrush, squeeze and begin to scrub… right as Takao casually takes her place next to you, doing the same. Again, you go about your business

Nothing interesting to do or see here, you tell yourself, nothing at all.

Five minutes later, you find yourself nude and leaning against the partition, again, right next to her, waiting for the cold water to turn warm so you could have your comfortable ten minutes of hygiene maintenance. You occasionally throw a glance at her – she doesn’t do the same to you, eyes focused on the steady stream before her, waiting for her turn to enjoy the luxury of a comfortable shower. You bite your lip, considering just how awkward the situation had become.

This would be the first time that either of you had been alone together since that evening at the Prep Dock.

As much as you wanted to talk to her… you didn’t exactly have the confidence to tread carefully in this particular neck of the woods.

>Take the shower silently.
>Talk to Takao (Specify a topic)

>>579124
>>Talk to takao
Joke around with her, just barrel right through the awkward mood and get back in the groove!

>>579124
>Talk to Takao
We should ask her if she would be willing to fill in for Nagato as the secretary, we may be able? to handle paperwork but we can't also be there to deal with the face to face stuff aswell.

>>579124
>Talk to Takao
About how she's doing, like usual stuff.

>>579124
>>Talk to Takao
Ask her about anything we gotta do today, and whether she'd be willing to fill in as secretary until Nagato gets better

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‘How’s work been?’ You spill – and by spill, you mean in the verbal sense; you’d barely thought up of a sentence to say to her and you’d let it all out

‘Hm?’ She turns to you, red eyes innocently wide.

‘How’s work been?’

You wish you could travel back those few seconds to knock yourself in the jaw twice with your prosthetic. Preferably before you’d even thought of opening up communications with Takao. You give her a close-lipped smile; you believe you wouldn’t look out of place as an ornament at a fun fair where the objective was to hit you with a rubber ball.

‘It’s been all right.’ She answers hesitantly. ‘I could do with a bit of a break, though.’

‘I suppose it would be too much to steal you for my own use.’ You grin at her – your efforts hadn’t been in vain; she had opened up to you, at least.

Takao’s red face, however, throws you back into a clarification of the context of your wording. Being a man and woman, nude above all things, in the company of each other, put the sentence into a much broader perspective than you’d assumed.

‘I mean, on the table.’

She gapes slightly, losing her grip on the wall and almost slipping as you try to collect your clumsy phrasing again.

‘I mean at the desk.’ You grunt, counting backwards from three, before providing the proper context. ‘Helping me with my paperwork.’

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Takao clutches her sides, snorting before letting out a small laugh.

‘It would be.’ She answers, giving you an apologetic look – as though she had seriously considered it. ‘I still have to deal with the incoming requests from the Court in regards to the dealings the fairies have with them.’ She sighs, heaving her breasts and reaching into the shower to gauge the temperature… before stepping underneath. ‘It’s been tumultuous to say the least. It’s like they want to bite each others’ heads off.’

‘The fairies are fighting with the Admiralty?’

You step under your own shower, pouring Kaga’s shampoo into your hands.

‘I wouldn’t call it fighting.’ She insists hastily, dropping her shoulders after. ‘But they are… for the first time since I can remember, they are having… disagreements.’ Takao looks up at you, biting her lip as she continues. ‘Of the big kind.’

‘Like?’ That was a curious thing to know: disagreements?

‘That’s classified. Your paygrade doesn’t allow me to divulge such matters to you.’

You both share a smirk, then a laugh.

‘I get it.’ You turn away, holding back a chuckle.

‘Commander?' You come face-to-face with her puzzled red eyes. 'Aren’t you supposed to be angry with me?’

Uh-oh.

>‘No.’ (Blunt)
>‘If I’m being honest, I don’t know just what is it you’re trying for.’ (Question her stance)
>‘I tried. Doesn’t do much good when that person has good reason.’ (Logical)
>Write-In

>>579240
>‘If I’m being honest, I don’t know just what is it you’re trying for.’ (Question her stance)
Might aswell clear up things while still under the effect of the spaghetti.

>>579240
>"Even if I wanted to be mad at you, I wouldn't know how."

The Commander is too good natured to hold grudges against his division members, especially for something like that.

>>579240
>>‘If I’m being honest, I don’t know just what it is you’re trying for.’ (Question her stance)

>>579240
>‘I tried. Doesn’t do much good when that person has good reason.’ (Logical)

>>579271
or
>Logical.

Not
>Question her stance

>>579271
This.

>>579240
>‘I tried. Doesn’t do much good when that person has good reason.’ (Logical)

>>579240
>>579271

Switching from this >>579266
To this>>579271

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‘If I’m being honest, I don’t know just what it is you’re trying for.’ The words leave your lips – you want to give yourself a smack for even uttering the idea, but… inside, you feel that it was the better decision to let it off your chest like that. You’d been angry, you’d been confused – but now, at least, you could tell her how you really felt instead of just nodding it off and pretending everything was hunky-dory when you’d thrashed a whole room lamenting your poor decision-making. ‘What’s all this about, really? You can’t tell me that you’re really doing this because you think the Submarine’s going to shove a torpedo down your throat for so much as winking at me?’

Takao goes agape, taking a step back as you lather your hair – as much as you’d practiced holding things back, it felt really good to be able to say that out loud… even if it did seem to come off as somewhat… mean. You give her a look, pressuring her to give you a straight answer – the most you’re able to get out of her, however, are a cross of dead fish sounds and a poor imitation of a sea lion’s mating call. You find yourself warding away a little guilt; you hadn’t intended for it to come off as such, but you had never been one for finesse – you had to get it across.

‘Huh?’ Her face contorts – you can see a snarl forming on her features, the first time you’d seen one so distinct.

‘I get you want to take a break and I understand that you’re hesitating on where we’re going but just clue me in just what you’re trying to get at out of all of this?’ You question, sounding a lot more accusatory than you’d intended. ‘A clean record? A letter on the desk saying just how good a girl you are?’

If there was ever a time you could claim that you’d never seen Takao lose her temper, the fact that right now she resembled a threatened wolf threw any and all assumptions and conclusions of the sort out the window. You even take a step back, wondering if you might have pushed a little too far – which, right now, was impossible, of course, considering too far by the definition of the people is where you’d started from. She raises jabs her index finger – and sharp fingernail – into your chest, making you yelp as you take another step back, suddenly feeling very much cowed.

‘For your information, a clean record isn’t an achievement – it’s a requirement.’ She shrills, sounding every bit as offended as you had been.

You find yourself flabbergasted. That was what she had latched onto? Of all things that you’d bothered to question and expected an answer from, that had been where she’d chosen to meet you?

TBC

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Your restraint buckles as your eyes bore into hers – had she not taken you seriously? You had expected her to at least come up with a thousand different regulatory guidelines and how every single one would result in horrible death. Not a childish grip on the details of the specifics!

‘So that’s what this is about?’ You find your temper rising, hands on your hips, you try to loom over her – she’s not that much shorter than you are, so it’s an effort in futility… but it is an effort. ‘Being the good girl?’

‘You know that’s not it.’

Somehow, that doesn’t cool you down.

‘Then I’d at least like you to tell me.’ ‘Nagato told me that you’re scared of the Submarines. Whatever your reasons, fine. But if you’re just using that as a front to show off just how much of an angel you are to the brass, I don’t know if I’m – !’

‘I told you that it isn’t about being that!’ Her arms are at her side, balled into fists. She looks up at you through the rain of the shower – you can feel her press onto your belly. For some reason or another, you don’t particularly care. ‘I am not hiding our relationship from the Court of Admirals because I don’t want a tarnished record!’

‘Would you take a tarnished record if it meant me being in your life?’ You shoot.

You wince internally.

At the back of your head, you see the shaking heads of your superiors – even the Court Representative was there.

SMACK!

You stagger, almost slipping – no, you definitely are slipping now; barely grabbing the handles of the shower before Takao hooked your arm into both of hers, stammering an apology as you raised your hand to your cheek, nursing it tear – no, no, like a man. Most definitely like a man. She fusses over you, holding on to you as you tend to your wounded pride – as much as you cared to at the moment, anyway.

‘I am so sorry!’ She calls out apologetically, looking up – no, down at you. ‘I – I don’t know what came over me!’

‘What is it this time?' You sniffle, your ego unable to let her have the last word. One day, you reason... you would pay for it. 'You don’t want to be sent to the void – !’

SMACK!

‘I am sorry!’ She cries out almost tearfully. ‘It just went out there and you said it and I – !’

‘Stop!’ You glare at her, almost tearful yourself. ‘Stop! You are such a liar!’

You don't know what you're grasping at, but it sure felt like straws at this point.

‘I’M A LIAR?!’ She lets go of you – you almost slip again.

‘Yes you are!’ You accuse, raising yourself. ‘You are a big fat liar! You – you told Nachi and the whole base I peed down your throat!’

She gasps, indignant.

‘I did not!’

‘Did too!’

‘Did not!’

‘I did this!’

TBC

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Immediately, she grabs your – surprisingly upstanding – member, and angrily – yes, angrily – drops to her knees… and takes the whole thing in her mouth. Not willing to give her the satisfaction of being correct of whatever it is the both of you had been arguing about, she grabs your buttocks, immediately going up and down – you don’t know if you can chalk it down to her inexperience or your own frustrations, but Takao works expertly and quickly. Her eyes only break contact with you to give the occasional hazed-over feature of concentration, but otherwise she looks right up at you as you work into a motion yourself. How dare she accuse you about lying about – about whatever it is that she had… lied…

Takao drags herself up and down your length, red eyes shimmering and ignoring the droplets from the shower above. Slowly, then quickly, she moves – it’s clumsy, flimsy and oddly hot; her tongue and cheek work you to the edge of madness. It doesn’t have Kaga’s finesse – you can’t believe you’re bloody well comparing between the both of them, but it’s all you can process. She doesn’t drink you, know… she’s pressing you to give it to her. All that she’s doing, all that she had been doing, the witch, is to coax you out of your dignity and your stance and just… just… by Heavens, it was working. You could barely remember your own name at this point, let alone what you had been arguing with her about.

It must have been some important issue, because as far as you know, not all stances could be changed by one’s loved on suddenly engulfing their member in their mouth to convert an argument their way. It just wasn’t done like that. Still… Takao was an ambassador… she would know these things better than you, you supposed… and she had gone out of her way to just show you where you’d gone in the error of your way, namely with her lips, tongue and teasing red eyes.

Her lips leave your member – she gives you a good stroke up and down as her eyes detach from yours to concentrate on her thumb, rubbing the underside in sinuous touches. You see a small smirk play on her features as she hums – and gives the tip a quick, hot peck.

You can’t hold it anymore. Cursing and praising her in one breath, you let it all out – and she takes it all in, eyes closed in a strange sort of mix of bliss and immoral satisfaction. You can feel her, you know, sucking and sucking and just taking you for all that you’re worth when she could have left you dry and depressed.

She staggers to her feet… while you can barely feel yours. Her red orbs meet yours again - you can barely make out what your brain is saying, never mind what to say at this point.

She kisses you on the cheek, raising her nose in superiority.

‘Have a good day, sir.’ She humphs, hands on her hips, that coy look still there.

And she is gone.

>Shake yourself out of that stupor (Roll a 1d6 each)

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>579644
Oh my.

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>579644
My god has the spaghetti escalated.

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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>579644
I don't even know what just happened

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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>579644

>>579644
Also, MECH, you'e not worried about getting banned for this?

>>579666
At this rate, if I get banned, it might as well be for something I DID. I'm being banned for shit I haven't even posted on boards I've never visited.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>579644

>>579660
You shouldn't have questioned her, man. She doesn't like losing the verbal debate.

As you may have noticed.

>>579693
I for one support questioning her more often :^)

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>>579693
>Lose the verbal debate
>Give a blowjob to shut us up

I don't know whether to keep pursuing this or to take it as a sign that she's got screwed up priorities

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>579644

>>579666
Also, Satan, I don't know. I tried to write it off to come off as comedic, then I couldn't help but think that Takao and the Commander, by the way they'd acted, wouldn't exactly back off when one put themselves into a verbal lock-up. Then I remembered that the Commander hadn't exactly reacted in the best way after the "cooldown" announcement, and giving that it's so heated, he wouldn't be able to help himself in bringing it up.

Then we get to Takao, who's still learning the ropes when it comes to relationships and where she wants to go. The Commander started being childish, then so did she... and then with intent to prove just how right she was, she... well, you know how that went, reading the post.

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As much as you relished – and the word is relish – basking in the aftermath of Takao’s act, you feel an emotional kick at the back of your mind – hurriedly washing off the soap, you make a dash for your Heavy Cruiser, hoping to apologize and clear up the mess that you’d inadvertently made by pressing her into such an action. Not that it was an unwelcome action, but it had to be made clear – if anything else hadn’t been enough that taking your Little Commander and putting it in her mouth whenever a serious discussion came up about the matters of your relationship, physical, personal and professional.

‘Takao, wait!’

You call out to her, seeing her rush to put on her towel and gather her toiletries in one swift motion – although that would be giving it too much credit, considering as she’d just managed to cover her front, her right hand gripping onto her towel while holding her toothpaste and the rest of her articles in the other. Not to be denied, you reach out to her, grabbing her hand – she drops everything in one go

‘I told you we’re done!’ She glares at you – although the effect on you is slightly lost by the glistening off-white dripping from the corner of her mouth.

‘Takao, wai – hang on a sec!’ You manage – instantly, she does.

‘W – Well, what is it? You have your answer, don’t you?’ Takao glares at you; she shakes her wrist away, rubbing her forearm. You open your mouth to say something, before closing it – this time you’d say it without the childish compulsion to feed your ego. She looks away as you try to gather your thoughts. ‘What is this about now?’

You hold back a chortle – you really can’t take her seriously with that there.

‘You have a little bit there.’ You raise your hand to her cheek – she shrinks away, slightly, before resting in your palm… enough for you to rub the last of it at the corner of her lips. ‘What would people say if they saw you walking out with that?

She snorts, trying to hold back a laugh. Here you are, Commander and KanMusu, in the oddest of positions in the wake of a bizarre argument over either you accusing her of using the Submarine as a smokescreen or her accusing you of taking things to illogical conclusions. At this point, you’re past wondering how the both of you had got here.

‘They wouldn’t pay it any mind.’

‘Maybe they’d say that I was doing something inappropriate.’

‘Maybe.’ She looks away again, biting her lip.

‘Does that scare you?’

‘No…’ she holds onto your wrist, her cheeks red as beet. ‘But I’m – !’

‘Hello, Commander!’ Samidare barges in, grinning. ‘Wanna get beaten by an oak branch?’

Taking the chance, Takao immediately grabs her towel, running past the cheerful Destroyer and into the hallway.

You sigh.

END INTERLUDE

>>579930
Can somebody remind me again why Sammy beats us in the back with an oak branch every morning?

>>580050
its supposed to be oak leaves, but our cute little DD doesnt know any better and we just cant bear to burst her bubble.
Unless im insane and completely wrong

>>580050
She wants to be helpful. Also, be back in several hours.

>>580083
No, you're on the money.

>>580083
What do oak leaves on the back do?

>>580097
Just google getting hit with oak leaves. Its faster that way

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After resuming your shower, you found yourself handed the rest of your breakfast by Kaga. She’d brought up some sandwiches – straight from the capable hands of Mamiya’s restaurant – that were made up of a generous portion of peanut butter and jelly; in fact, more than you’d have put yourself. Still, food was food – you wolf it down without much judgment; having unwittingly passed on a whole day’s worth of meals didn’t sit comfortably with your stomach. Halfway through your meal, Kaga leaves to carry out her own duties.

She does give you a warning look and an unsubtle threat that should you look to drop your workload on any of the others again, she’d have you out at sea as Abyssal fodder. You take it to heart, not wanting to get on the bad side of any one of your KanMusu any more than you already had in taking a whole day snoring under the sheets. After finishing your sandwiches, you dress yourself – vaguely wondering who seemed to keep delivering a clean set for you day for day for use – this time in a more formal version of your drab wear. It even had a collar.

As you make your way down, you notice the new clock by the landing… it was just past 10 o’clock.

‘Commander!’

You see your two attendants – the feeling that despite you’d seen them about two days prior, it had seemed like weeks niggles at the back of your head. What’s more surprising is their state – both of them had donned what looked like some rather well-tailored formal uniforms of the brown persuasion… they reminded you of the Navy parade’s wears back in the day, only a lot more plain in coloring. That, and the fact that the both of them were loaded with files and briefcases that looked like they could even knock an Abyssal Oni into a bout of tears. You wonder how your bulky attendant was able to balance a file, a folder and what looked like an egg basket on the top of his head.

‘Gentlemen.’ You salute.

‘You feeling better today, sir?’

‘I am.’ You give an affirmative nod – they give twin smiles, apparently happy at the news. ‘Shall we get down to it?’

The three of you make your way to the common hall… only to find yourself holding back an aneurysm.

It looked like a hurricane hat hit the place. Pieces of paper, folders and binders were scattered everywhere – on the floor, right to the couch, under tacky mugs. Your mouth agape, you turn to your attendants, demanding an explanation.

‘Your Squadron insisted on filling in.’ Your bulky attendant offers, shrugging.

You pick up one of the many scattered sheets of paper… on the back is a crude drawing of an ogre hitting a tree.

>SELECT +1/+1 in two Stats for 4 of your KanMusu.
>SELECT +1 in a Stat for all of your KanMusu

As you still have the Aquarius Alchemical Components, you may still use them prior to installing the both of them.

>>583047
>+1 in a Stat for all of your KanMusu
Offensive

>+1/+1 in two Stats for 4 of your KanMusu
Nagato: +Defensive, +Support
Murakumo: +Offensive, +Defensive
Nachi: +Offensive, +Support
Samidare: +Defensive, +Support

>>583047
We can upgrade people who're in cooldown right?

>>583112
This seems like the most reasonable setup.

>>583112
To explain why I'm upgrading Sammy, it's because we promised her we'd take her out onto the field, and our heavy hitters are down for the moment. If we're sending her out, then I thought she'd need the upgrades to survive.

As for the others, Nagato don't need extra Offensive, but she does need more endurance. Kumo went up and stabbed the Oni, so I thought she'd need to be a bit more tanky for that role, and Nachi complained about both her lack of firepower and her dwindling ammo (IIRC).

>>583112
You can select different stats for each KanMusu. I believe my wording is off on that one.

>>583129
Yes. There's no limit in that aspect.

>>583158
>Nagato doesn't need extra offensive
Just to be clear, the grade of "damage" isn't affected by the upgrade. It's how well it pierces the Abyssal's natural shields.

>>583047
Okay here is my idea, since we need to use the aquarius stuff first to avoid the -1 if possible

Aquarius Alchemical Components:
Nagato +Offensive/+Defensive/-Support
Nachi +Offensive/+Defensive/-Support

>+1/+1 in two Stats for 4 of your KanMusu
Takao +Offensive/+Defensive
Murakumo +Offensive/+Defensive
Shigure +Offensive/+Defensive
Samidare +Offensive/+Defensive

>+1 in a Stat for all of your KanMusu
Support since after my plans anyways they would be lacking in that department

>>583231
Actually for the :
>+1 in a Stat for all of your KanMusu
Shigure, Kaga and Housho should get +Ofensive

Well, I'll give you folks some extra time. This IS a pretty big decision.

Oh, one more thing. You can't break 5 until another quest is complete.

>>583286
We only need to break 3 to get our revenge

>>583231
Actually, I'll switch to this one. Seems like it has the most bang for buck across the board

>>583231
I can get behind this.

>>583329
WIth my plan, along with the revision were going to have Nagato, Nachi and Shigure available to take on Oni's along with Murakumos Naginata, although im thinking maybe give Takao 3 Offensive aswell so she can join in on Oni fights

>>583299
You need to break 3 to be able to get a scratch. Are you guys okay with the decisions made thus far, or do you need more time?

As courtesy, I'll give you another 10 minutes unless you want more.

>>583416
For reference, what are Hiei's stats like?

>>583423
She didnt carry that well, so atleast we know she isnt full 7

>>583231
>>583262
>>583371
Okay final version
>Aquarius Alchemical Components:
Nagato +Offensive/+Defensive/-Support
Nachi +Offensive/+Defensive/-Support

>+1/+1 in two Stats for 4 of your KanMusu
Takao +Offensive/+Defensive
Murakumo +Offensive/+Defensive
Shigure +Offensive/+Defensive
Samidare +Offensive/+Defensive

>+1 in a Stat for all of your KanMusu
Shigure +Offensive
Kaga +Offensive
Housho +Offensive
Takao +Offensive
Tenryuu +Defensive(Because we know she will fight the next princess)
Everyone else +Support

>>583423
Below 5 in all respects, but enough at least to give the Oni a decent time for about 15 minutes. Before her old gear was deemed unable to be kept due to maintenance issues, she was a 6/5/6

Dammit, I'd have started killing characters off it weren't for your rolls and the system I set in place.

>>583435
You do know there's a time-out penalty for those being equipped by the Aquarius stuff, right? Just to confirm.

>>583467
Nagato is already in Mash timeout and Nachi is in mission cooldown so i guess it doesnt matter

>>583477
You do know that you can't attune materials on a KanMusu that's in recuperation? That's going to carry over for Nagato. She'll be out for one more bout, at least.

>>583467
We are all at the mercy of the Dice God.

>>583481
I'd be fine with that. She needs a little vacation anyway.

>>583481
Still better than her not having the stuff

>>583506
>>583490
Okay, since it's confirmed:

VOTE'S CLOSED. LEVEL UPS ON THE WAY

>>583484
>>583490
>>583506
>>583423
>>583138
CURRENTLY UPGRADING. PLEASE DON'T EJECT MEMORY CARD IN SLOT 1

>>583526
Giving me some suspicions here MECH.

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It’d been four hectic hours since you’d done up your sleeves and proceeded to slave away. Four incredibly annoying and vein-popping hours of going through the mess to sort out what belonged where. Your two attendants, bless them both, had taken to just following your lead, helping you go through the files. You muse, almost sadly, that Nagato might have had a heart attack if she’d been here to see the stacks in such a state of disorder – how the dailies had mixed with the weeklies and the requisition forms had somehow made their way into a folder that called for better management of public toilets by the attending KanMusu. You even managed to pull out a file on Akebono and her report of missing items on her watch, which had nothing to do with you at all. It was baffling.

‘Sir?’ You look over your shoulder to see the bulky attendant, who had pulled out a sealed envelope with a blue stamp, the words ATTENTION written all over it. ‘I think we missed one.’

You groan, rubbing your temples and reaching out a hand to take it from him.

At around noon, some gofer for the Admiralty had showed up to hand you some documents – signed by the Court Representative himself – the reward he had so graciously hinted at previously, had just been that: more ingredients for the synthesized KanMusu gear. It had taken you by pleasant surprise, at first… until he had demanded the absolute proof that you were the Division that would be rewarded for your actions. It had taken another hour to explain that if it hadn’t been you, you wouldn’t have bothered to even don the uniform in the first place, which lead to accusations of you being an imposter and jibes about your weight. After some time, and finally convincing you, he had given you the unceremonious task of further digging through the pile for more files.

It would have been the end of the story, but his leaving was followed by the barging-in of a personnel member who had apparently gotten the memo that you’d approved some nonsensical maintenance issue – at which the gofer went back in to ask you for further documentation in triplicate so that there would be no confusion to which KanMusus you had requested to have their gear tuned up and which that you had chosen to delay.

That, of course, meant that you had to dive into the paperwork again to bring up more forms… and had to wait for a form from Ooyodo – bless your attendants – which the tall and lanky one had deemed fit under their duties to go across town and back while you entertained their judgmental glares.

After all that, he had left behind Nachi’s file. It almost makes you cry.

‘I’ll take it, sir.’

You hand your document over to your lanky attendant, again, thankful.

‘Ready for work, Commander?’ Your bulky attendant sits across from you.


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>Do Nagato’s stack first
>Base Duties first
>Division Duties first
>Supplementary Duties first

>>583671
>>Do Nagato’s stack first
ahhh bureaucracy

>>583682
This is based on a true story. Being a boss isn't as easy as it looks.

>>583671
>>Do Nagato’s stack first

>>583671
>Do Nagato’s stack first
Ah yes, the time-honored military tradition of paperwork.

>>583671
>Do Nagato’s stack first
Might aswell start with the unknown

>>583685
got friends in the military, one's just getting out after his paperwork kept getting delayed for some reason. they kept telling him 2 weeks but took 3 months.

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‘Do you have Nagato’s stack?’

You decide to tackle Nagato’s workload – considering just what her job scope entailed whenever she wasn’t out there, it made the most sense to do first. Even if it meant delaying on your duties to the base, division or the other tasks assigned… her workload affected a lot more than just your barracks.

‘Stack?’

Your attendant looks at you with confused eyes, turning to the table that the three of you had previously shifted next to your desk. Mounds and mounds of paper were arranged in neat piles – piles – with stamps of many colors, URGENT and REVIEW among the many classifications that you’d put them under. None of them were less thick than half a foot, and if one had an eye as keen as yours, they could make out that the table was practically groaning under their weight. You flop onto your chair, holding out a hand – the bulky attendant puts a folder in it: a form that had something to do with dairy products and how they fit into the budget.

‘Right.’

Even an hour later, when the lanky attendant had returned from his errand, you find that the stacks just don’t seem to shrink. You groan as you try to make sense of the fifth document in a series of proposed algorithms on the maintenance of KanMusu gear – it looked like some sort of business proposal to a conglomerate more than a research mission for the Admiralty. You set it down, signing it off… before hastily reaching for the white-out; you’d have to take this under advisement from the Admiral – or, if she got out before you had gone through it all, Nagato would. You grimace as you picture her walking through the door, wrapped in casts and casting you a disapproving look, having gone unfinished before her recuperation.

‘This is insane.’ You growl, leaning back in your chair. ‘How does she keep up with this?’

‘Keep up with what, sir?’ Your lanky assistant looks over his stack.

‘Outgoing transfer requests, incoming transfer quests, approval forms for leave, supply denials, supply approvals, does she really do all this everyday?’ Frustrated, you take out a rather unprofessional-looking red envelope from a stack and opening it. ‘Rec requests, permission to use toilets and – !’

There was a picture of a little girl in a yellow dress holding up what looked like a mini-Nagato, complete with guns. She was standing in what looked like an area packed with people, a bus in the background – a depot – the only bundle of joy amidst somber, reserved faces.

THANK YOU FOR PROTECTING US, NAGATO-SAN – HINATA

P.S. MY DAD BOUGHT ME YOUR ACTION FIGURE!

You sigh as you set down the letter, flexing your fingers.

‘Come on, let’s get this over and done with.’

‘Aye-aye, sir.’

It’s late in the evening before you find yourself appreciating an empty table.

1/2
>Base Duties
>Division Duties
>Supplementary Duties

>>583775
>>Division Duties

>>583775
>Division Duties
Damn Nagato has an action figure, we should defenetly take that letter with us when we head to the Mash

>>583775
>>Division Duties
Aww, that's cute

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Although you and your Squadron had managed to repel an Oni, you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment heaped on you as you set aside the first stack of work. Achievements on the battlefield may have been more spectacular, but there was something about sorting yourself through the maze of bureaucracy that just makes you want to puff out your chest and cry out in victory. The bulky attendant looks relieved himself.

However, despite the less-sensible part of you basking in the glory, you find that your work isn’t quite done – and the sun was already setting.

Sighing, you grumble and reach over to pick up your Division’s stack of work. Almost immediately, you frown: the contents were familiar and did, in context, refer to your Division… however, it seemed that the duties that the document required of you were out of your scope. As far as you knew, the Expedition and Patrol Forces were out of your immediate line of involvement – and yet, again, you make your Samidare’s name as one of the listed recommendations on the file.

‘Patrol duties?’ You set it down, taking a thoughtful look. ‘Hang on, isn’t that the Vice-Admiral’s jurisdiction?’

Both of your attendants shrug, as clueless as you are.

‘I need to check on this. Can you check with the Vice-Admiral’s office for me, please?’ You hold out the folder – the bulky attendant takes it, nodding. ‘Tell him I’ve signed it preliminarily. Don’t go now, but tomorrow morning before you report in… I’d like a clear picture of what the proposal is.

‘Can do, sir.’

You get back to the task at hand, only, not half an hour later, encountering another roadblock in the form of unapproved supply forms for your Division – and some that unauthorized persons had tried to pass over as yours.

‘Unreal. Are we really this far behind on paperwork?’ You slap a fistful of papers down ‘Some of this should have been done days ago!’ ‘I know for a fact this wasn’t supposed to be here just yesterday!’

‘The office might have backlogs too.’

‘Backlogs on sausage party requests?’

‘Well, if you put it that way, sir, it’s just unfair.’

‘Most of these are updates on my Squadron’s extra tasks.’ You frown again, picking up another folder at the edge of your desk. ‘I stand corrected. Most of it are status reports that go in three copies. One for me, one for the Admiral and one for the Admiralty.’ You snort, grimacing at your two attendants again. ‘You’d think that at this point, someone would invent a less convoluted means of keeping records.’

Neither of them comment, and you’re back to work soon after. Twilight is definitely on the cards by the time you sign off on the last form.

‘I think we’re done for the day.’ You stretch back. ‘Good job, gentlemen.’

>‘Might as well hit the gym.’
>‘Ill pay the MASH a visit.’
>EXECUTE TASK (Specify which Active Task to undertake)

>>583871
>‘Ill pay the MASH a visit.’
Gotta check up on Nagato, deliver that letter and then get yelled at for how terrible we are at paperwork.

>>583871
Add a

>Write-In

at the bottom, would you?

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‘We’ll be off if you don’t need us for anything else, sir.’ Your lanky attendant salutes, his hands full of the filled-up files.

‘Thanks again for your help today.’ You thank them, grimacing as you indicate the rest of the piles. Untouched by the tip of the pen, but at least they were all arranged properly this time. ‘We’ll sort out the rest tomorrow morning.’

‘Will do, Commander.’ The bulky attendant salutes, before taking a step towards you… with surprisingly pleading eyes. ‘Hey, uh, I don’t know if you’ll mind, sir, but, uh… my girlfriend’s coming in for the weekend. She’ll be here about tomorrow afternoon.’

You raise an eyebrow. That had been an odd thing to declare.

‘Yes, and – ?’ It hits you. ‘You’d like to have the day off?’

‘No, no, sir, I mean… I’d like her to be around.’ He waves his hands in your direction, dropping some of his papers. Thankfully, they don’t fall out of their folders. ‘You know, see how her man does his job? I swear to you she won’t be annoying at all, I swear! Really!’ You cross your arms as he goes on – his stutter oddly reminded you of the days you’d tried to persuade your old bosses for a leave of absence. ‘It’s just, you know, her parents don’t really like me because I had to work for a fisherman – !’

His friend looks instantly offended by that last part.

‘Hey, come on, man, my Dad was plenty nice to you!’

‘Yeah, he was… and Heaven keep his peace, but her parents weren’t bragging about it to the windows, yeah?’ ‘At least his time I can show her that it’s a nice desk job and she can tell her friends that I’m helping in the war effort!’ ‘It’s heroic, you know what I’m saying?’

‘Oh, come on…’

‘Since the both of you have put up with my antics… I think it’s fair to say I owe you a favor or two.’ You really did – between running across town and helping you with the paperwork, it was fair to say that you could afford giving them a thread or two to pull on. Still… ‘However, as your Commander, I have to emphasize that while she is on-site that the both of you, above all, behave. Do I make myself clear?’

‘Y – Yes, sir! Thank you!’ He fumbles, smiling and dropping into a respectful bow, much to his friend’s chagrin. ‘Oh, um… and can you ask if Houshou-san could be free after lunch to – !’

‘That’ll be up to her.’ You answer honestly. ‘Dismissed, you two.’

You turn back to your table, straightening a few sheets and placing your pen in the drawer. With it being so late… well, so early, really, you suppose you could take the time to see Nagato. It crosses your mind, with an almost guilty thread, that you hadn’t spoken to her since her injury. Your worry rises from your gut again as you bite your lip, your emotions from that dreadful night threatening to spill over…

‘Finally caught up with your work?’

>Who is it? (Specify)

>>583916
>Who is it?
Fuck it, its Tenryuu since we haven't seen her in a while.

>>583916
>Who is it? (Specify)
>Nachi

>>583916
>shiggy
I was half tempted to say our trainer or the VA just so we would get dragged to the gym

>>583916
>Shigure

>>583916
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
shigure

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So why Shiggy guys?

>>584372
Good question. Perhaps they want some yandere in the Commander's life. I personally think Nachi's brand of snarky-yet-caring would be better for the Commander's current mental funk.

>Nachi

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>>584372
Because i need my shiggy fix.
>>584403
I like my girls crazy and caring. Too caring.

>>583916
>Nachi

>>584411
>>584403
Are you trying to usurp our shiggy vote?! SHIGGY BROS, WE NEED TO STOP THEM

>>583916
>>Nachi
I mean, she doesn't really do anything throughout the day (that we know of) anyway, so she'd probably be at the barracks.

>>584427
This is the waifu vote option essentially. It doesn't matter who we pick, they will show up here somehow. I imagine nagato would even show up (albeit in bad condition) if we voted for it

>>583916
>>Tenryuu

>>583916
Shigure

>>583916
>Shigure

>Nachi

Shigure

>>583916
>>583919
Changing to
>Nachi

>>583916
>Tenryuu

Oh shit. This is evolving

>>583916
>Tenryuu

Call the lurkers! ITS WAIFU WAR TIME

>>583916
>shigure

>>583916
Shigure

>>583916
>Tenryuu

Damn. That blew up fast.

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>Suddenly all these IDs with 1 post

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>>584539
I know, right?

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>TFW I just caught the thread but there's a waifu war and I don't want to look like I'm samefagging.

Oh well. My vote is still gonna be:

>Tenryuu

>>584539
To be fair, I wasn't there for start of the thread either, maybe they just came back after the last post.
Waifu wars... waifu wars never change...

>>584539
>>584618
>>584649
People get serious about waifus man.

To be honest since Tenryuu probably isn't gonna happen, I want Nachi to win so we can hopefully perpetuate her existance as a bum that doesnt really do anything, or have our 3rd bathroom encounter.

>>Tenryuu

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Hello, Shigure.’ You see your DD, looking very much the inquisitive sort, curiously gazing at you. Straightening the last of the sheets, you set down the small stack in the middle of your desk, before realizing something. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be at your station?’

‘Eh?’ She puts her hands behind her back, tilting her head to one size, puzzled. ‘I just got back, you know?’

You frown as you turn your head to the clock on the wall; it couldn’t have been that late now, could – your eyes slightly widen, your breath escaping you: it was indeed that late – it was half-past 6. You remind yourself to rush along – you didn’t know if Akashi had some visiting hours set, but you don’t think that she’d tolerate you popping in for a hello after dark without at least a raised voice and some finger-pointing.

‘Whatcha doin’?’

Shigure had approach you during your thoughts, her eyes curiously going over the now-organized stacks of work. Compared to the chaos that she and the rest of the Division members had left in the wake of their attempts to help you, you feel a small tinge of ease and a sense of satisfaction that you’d been able to get some of it out of the way as you so had.

‘Just finished the harder half of my job.’ You joke, chuckling at her further confused features. You gesture to the doorway. ‘I’m about to go visit Nagato, would you like to come with?’

‘Eh?’ Her eyes widen – you actually have to remind yourself that despite her innocent looks, this is one of the deadliest KanMusu under her command. Right now she just looked like a girl that couldn’t tell a difference between an anpan and a bagel. ‘Why?’

‘She’s in the MASH, and…’ You tentatively continue – you don’t want to wrap yourself in a funk of self-loathing in front of her of all things, but you had to at least try to be more honest with it. ‘I just want to make sure she’s okay.’

That was the truth.

Shigure looks thoughtful, humming and tapping her fingers against each other.

‘Okay.’

‘All right.’ You puff your chest, gesturing to the doorway again. ‘Let’s get going.’

It’s dark out, even for the evening. If this had been in one of the cities inland, you’d have thought twice about heading out. You lock the door and head to the edge of the compound, dropping out into the quiet street with Shigure in tow, the both of you not saying a word to each other. You take in the cracked and broken buildings on your right – as much as rebuilding had begun, it seemed that whatever the Admiralty had planned hadn’t reached your part of town more than it had reached inside. The dim lights and the empty streets… it was downright eerie.

If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve pitch it as a horror setting.

‘Were you scared?’

>‘Scared about what?’
>‘What? Me? Never.’
>‘I think everyone gets scared sometime.’
>Write-In

>>585199
>‘I think everyone gets scared sometime.’

>>585199
>>‘I think everyone gets scared sometime.’

>>585199
>‘I think everyone gets scared sometimes.’

>>585199
>‘I think everyone gets scared sometime.’

>>585199
>‘I think everyone gets scared sometime.

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‘Huh?’

You stop in your tracks – Shigure follows suit.

Turning on your heel to face her, you see her face unusually serious – you wonder if she had read your mind, or guessed your thoughts, walking up the empty street. On any other day, you would be racking your brain to find something topical you could use to elaborate, but unusually, for the evening, there wasn’t a thing you could find… nor could you muster up the effort to actually put the words in your mouth. Shigure’s expression was one that demanded honesty, with how long-winded you had gone in the past in your explanations, you don’t think that she’d accept anything less than words and the projection of ideals that you held close yourself.

You wonder, though, for a moment, if all KanMusu held that kind of instinctual, emotional twang when it came to dealing with their Commanders? Between Shigure, Kaga and the others… there was a sort of comforting buffer that put you at ease when, with anyone else, you would have folded.

Shigure waits for your answer – and you move to give her one, speaking from the heart.

‘I think everyone gets scared sometimes.’ You manage; you’d had your fair share of that desire to turn tail and run in your 20-odd years of life. ‘Wouldn’t be human if I didn’t admit I wanted to run away when things get tough.’

‘Even when you faced the Oni?’

You hesitate again. You could deny it, tell her that you were doing your duty and had to keep cool whenever the situation called for it, but for some reason or other, the thoughts to the day hit you… and you can’t find a damned thing to keep you from it. Shigure hadn’t been there, she wouldn’t have known; it wasn’t in her to be this insensitive to pry knowing that you’d stiffen and keel over at the very thought of losing one of your own.

A sad smile adorns your features now. Shigure… even in her innocence, she could actually afford to throw you for a loop at times. You’d chastise her, but considering that this was the first time she’d initiated a topic, you don’t find it in you to drop the big words and keep her in the dark.

You don’t think she’d buy it for a second, either, if you’d played the bravado card.

‘Of course.’

Her mouth opens slightly, evidently surprised at your admission.

She makes small noises from the throat, which you chortle at, slightly, before gesturing at her to continue the journey. You didn’t want it to be too dark by the time you’d reached there. Shigure immediately follows; you raise your head to one of the street lamps, flickering on and off.

‘What about when it hurt the Sub-Commander?’ The words make you freeze in your tracks. ‘Were you scared then, too?’

>‘No… no I wasn’t’ (Deny)
>‘Well, aren’t you unusually chatty this evening?’ (Deflect)
>‘I was. Very much.’ (Confirm)
>‘It was more for her than of the Oni.’ (Confide)
>Write-In

>>585400
>>‘It was more for her than of the Oni.’ (Confide)

>>585400
>‘It was more for her than of the Oni.’ (Confide)

>>585400
>‘I was. Very much.’ (Confirm)

>>585400
>‘It was more for her than of the Oni.’ (Confide)

>>585400
>‘It was more for her than of the Oni.’ (Confide)

>>585400
>>‘It was more for her than of the Oni.’ (Confide)

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‘It was more for her than of the Oni.’

As much as you don’t want to, your thoughts turn to the day at sea. Floating in a rust bucket barely held together by can-do and rivets, able to do nothing but scream useless commands as her life dangled by but a thread.

It was hard to think about. Harder than you’d thought it would be… but easier than you’d thought to at least admit. It hadn’t scared you; outside of its fearsome reputation and the whispers of how it could bring down entire Divisions, the Oni hadn’t even seen an inkling of fear out of you. Its eyes were menacing, its actions horrifying, but you couldn’t help but feel that… it was just part of the job. Facing insurmountable odds, defending humanity… it was part and parcel. There was no hiding from that truth.

What had happened when the Oni had grabbed Nagato’s gut… feasted on the flesh of her neck and shoulder… that had been something you hadn’t been prepared for. You don’t think it’s something – not even the Admiral or Vice-Admiral could look in the mirror and tell themselves that they’d be prepared for it when it came.

It was too blatant a truth, too vicious a lie.

‘I wasn’t scared of the Oni.’ You say quietly; your breathing had grown heavier since. ‘I was scared of losing Nagato.’

‘Commander, you liar.’ She grins toothily, saying so in a sing-song.

For some reason or other, your temper doesn’t rise. Your shoulders droop and your eyes give her a tired look, but that’s it.

‘It’s the truth.’

It really is.

‘I didn’t think that she would make it.’ You mutter the words, as if the very thought of them would have taken the last 36 hours away, putting you in that chair once more. ‘That time when she got…’ You run a hand through your hair, feeling your ire rise. ‘When it happened, I was paying attention to Nachi’s assignment – I thought that Hiei and Zuikaku and the Vice-Admiral had it covered, that I could afford to look away. It was barely five minutes. Five minutes I could have spent at least leaving a standing order to move into a support position or even tell her to press or just regroup with Kaga, or I could’ve requestion an upgrade for her defensive systems or support systems before and it wouldn’t have been…’

You trail off.

‘We should cling to wouldn’ves and should’ves so that they become lessons. Not so that they can become spectres of regret.’

You turn to Shigure, surprised.

‘I already asked a question.’ She says in that playful tone of hers. ‘I think it’s your turn now, Commander.’

>‘So what’ve you been up to since our last conversation?’ (Casual)
>‘How’re your sisters?’ (Pry into her personal life)
>‘So, I found out you used to be posted at Ominato.’ (Inquire about her past)
>‘Any training tips you have for the team?’ (Talk about training)
>Write-In

>>585592
>>‘So, I found out you used to be posted at Ominato.’ (Inquire about her past)

>>585592
>‘How’re your sisters?’ (Pry into her personal life)

>>585592
>‘How’re your sisters?
Lets keep in mind that Samidare is also one of her sisters

>>584403
>brand of snarky-yet-caring would be better for the Commander's current mental funk

That can be descriptive of a lot of Quest MCs or commander-types in quests and relationships with the closest available waifu.

>>585592
>>‘Any training tips you have for the team?’ (Talk about training)

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>>585635
True, and that description best applies to Kaga really. Nachi is more outright antagonistic instead of just snarky. If Tenryuu were around, she'd switch between prankster and responsible officer, while Takao would be the usual coy/be awkward over the status of their relationship.

>>585717
Girl just lost all her sisters in a bad op. Have a little decency, please?

>>585592
>>‘So, I found out you used to be posted at Ominato.’ (Inquire about her past)

>>585717
During our recent interactions with her, she seems to be getting less antagonistic. She's opening up to the Commander, though very slowly. Her initial relationship with the commander reminds me of the way senior NCOs feel about kids just out of Officer school, but since we've both begun to prove ourselves, as well as helped her with her "incidents" in the bathroom, I think she's beginning to view us in a marginally more positive light.

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>585944
>>Pry

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>585944
>Pry (roll a 1d6 each)
We knew we're not getting anything out of her easily anyway.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>585944
>>Pry (roll a 1d6 each)

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‘How’re your sisters?’

You wonder if you’d stepped into a boundary too personal. Shigure had always had problems opening up – not just to you, but the rest of the Division – and many of them had voiced a dislike of being around her, if not of her person. The only ones that seemed to be comfortable with her were… Samidare and Nagato, if your observations said anything. Although it could have just been professional courtesy in the case of the latter.

Strangely enough, Shigure doesn’t seem the least bit curious that you’d found out that she had sisters. She actually looks thoughtful, even in this bleak evening, turning to the sky, probably pondering an answer.

‘I have many sisters.’ She answer, much to your surprise. She looks up at you now, frowning – she seems weirdly annoyed at you now. ‘Although, I don’t know why you’d be asking me, Commander. You last talked with Samidare this morning.’

Now, it was your turn to frown.

‘What does Samidare have anything to do with it?’

‘Well, you asked me how my sisters were doing.’ She answers, her eyes innocently wide – now it appears that she was the confused one, if such a thing was possible.

You grumble, starting to get annoyed.

How would Samidare know anything about – !

‘SAMIDARE’S YOUR SISTER?!’

Everything twists and turns. The world, once such a place of order and understanding, had morphed into a place of chaotic uncertainty. You try to put their faces next to each other, Shigure’s false smiles and Samidare’s cheerful hops

‘Yes.’ She brings a hand to her lips, giggling. ‘Younger sister.’

‘Hang on, hang on, I really – I really need to gather myself here. You… You two are nothing alike!’

‘Eh?’ She tilts her head. ‘Commander, not all siblings are the same. This goes true for humans too, yes?’

‘She – She’s a sunny ball of sunshine! She bounces day to day and beats me in the morning with an oak branch thinking it’ll make me happy!’ You shrill. ‘She cries when fish slap her in the face!’

‘That wasn’t a joke, Commander.’ She looks up at you as you mutter under your breath, praying for a smidgen of sense to come back to this now-confusing existence. ‘How did you find out I had sisters, anyway?’

‘Mamiya – Irako told me.’ You manage, clutching your head. You still hadn’t registered the thought. It was surreal. ‘She said you had two sisters… Yuudachi and Shiratsuyu.’ ‘You tried to sneak into the pantry at Ominato with the both of ‘em. Wait, hang – !’

Shigure is behind you, staring at her feet.

‘Shigure?’

‘Sorry, I… I spaced. Forgive me, Commander.’

You’d seen that smile before. Too many times.

>Pry (roll a 1d6 each)
>‘Any training tips for the team?’ (Training)
>‘Care to tell me about Ominato?’
>Write-In

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>585944

>>585956
>>585962
>>585964
>>585973
I'll still take these rolls, don't worry.

>>585978
>>585980

>>585980
What exactly happened? Was there a typo in the first one?.

>>586005
There were two sentences that were back to back and a half-complete joke I forgot to delete.

>>586027
Ah, ok.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>585970
>>Pry (roll a 1d6 each)

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>585970
>>Pry (roll a 1d6 each)

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>585970
>Pry (roll a 1d6 each)

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Maybe it’s because you’d spent the last few weeks figuring out that being a good Commander didn’t mean only being able to bark orders on the field without a care; perhaps it could have been that the responsibility that had been heaped on you as a Commander had opened your eyes to the burden of the role of a being a leader. Whatever it was, Shigure’s expression didn’t seem to fall into the category of things that you would have left well alone with but a wave of dismissal.

‘What’s wrong?’ You inquire, putting your hands in your pockets, you take a step towards her, holding a curious gaze.

‘Oh, nothing, Commander!’ She chirps, once again putting her hands behind her back and skipping right around you.

You walk alongside her, looking on ahead. It’d be at least half an hour before you’d be able to see the MASH; a part of you wonders if it had been the right decision to not wait for a buggy instead. However, the more rational part of you considered that as terrible as this part of town looked after hours – and it looked like something out of a pulp magazine – it was at least a good deal less frightening compared to the horrors that you would have subjected at the back seat in the old man’s buggy.

Besides… you don’t think you’d have been able to convince Shigure to drop into the seat next to you without risking a broken limb or two. A walk was the safer option.

She’s calmer now, and humming a tune under her breath instead of being guarded as she had been those few minutes ago.

‘Can’t be nothing.’

‘Eh?’

‘If it’s enough to trouble you, it can’t be nothing.’

She doesn’t speak – out of the corner of your eye, you spy an annoyed glance she throws at you now and again. You walk past a few civilians, idly chatting and ignoring you, before trying again.

‘Did you get into a fight with your sisters?’

You see her stumble slightly, but otherwise, she doesn’t acknowledge your question. Far from it for you to be someone to so brazenly bait another, but considering that it was Shigure and that it was something that bore weight for her… you really didn’t see any other way. She hadn’t responded to direct questioning well before.

‘Do you miss them?’

She doesn’t reply. At least, not immediately.

‘Yes.’

You’re not quite sure if it was with a sense of loss or longing that she says the word. You didn’t think it would be appropriate to assume that either were… still here or gone, but considering that the names affected her in some way, you try not to step too far.

‘Commander, you’ve been angry at people before.’ It’s a statement, not a question.

‘I have.’

‘Is it okay if you…’ She hesitates again – the both of you stop in your tracks. ‘Is it okay to keep being angry with someone?’

>‘It’s not good for you.’
>‘That depends.’
>‘If you can’t forgive them, then you can’t.’
>Write-in

>>588051
>‘It’s not good for you.’

>>588051
>>‘It’s not good for you.’

>>588051
>>‘It’s not good for you.’

>>588051
>"Anger is like an acid, only it causes more harm to the vessel in which it is stored, than to anything onto which it is poured."

>>588051
>>‘That depends.’
on what hapened
but keeping all the hate will couse more hurt over time then fix anything

>>588089
>>588194
"A KanMusu's Strength flows through the Stream. But beware: Anger. Fear. Hate. The dark side of the Stream, are they."

Hoho.

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>>588249
>mfw we become the main dispenser of sage wisdom that shipgirls go to for advice

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>>588249
kek
we start giving advice and wisdom by using lines from movies
inbefor we become yoda

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>>588323
I personally think we should channel Vash the Stampede.

>>588349
loved that show
makeing me wanting to watch it all over again

>>588349
make like a tree and get out of here?

>>588412
This world is made of... LOVE AND PEACE!

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>>588421
>Vash the Stampede.
Those who make mistakes blame themselves and close their hearts. It's impossible to fix the mistake; men can't return to the past. That's why they drink. Lushes, drunks, sliding alcohol down their throats to try to dilute the memories that can't be forgotten. Frank Marlon, the gunsmith, does nothing but drink, and questions the glass after it's empty. "Am I wrong? Was I wrong?"

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‘It’s not good for you.’

You answer it tentatively – you approach the subject with caution: the topic, not Shigure. She doesn’t seem to be the least bit swayed by it, though – Shigure bites her lip, looking to the lamps across the street, her eyes bright… but dull.

‘I see.’ She turns back to you, hesitating. ‘It’s bad?’

Relaxing your soldiers, you move to one of the nearby cement blocks, seating yourself on it. There was no use to you bringing tension here… not when you had to – God of Gods – had to take a more sagely approach. Gathering your thoughts, you remember the days prior to the endowment of your current title.

The yelling cooks, the pompous customers, the bad motorists… somehow all of that just clicked right now.

‘Not in the way you’re seeing it, Shigure.’ You put your hands on your knees. ‘It’s human to be angry at things – how unfair life seems to treat you; how it could be better; it’d be unreal if you just walked through life smiling at everything.’

Shigure smiles a bit at you – some of that obviously resonated with her.

‘Sometimes you just can’t help but feel it.’ You nod, agreeing with her. ‘You get angry at your boss for being unreasonable, you get angry at the people who cut in front of you and wish that they’d just crash their bike the next time they turn a corner… or you can be angry at someone for lying to you when you put your trust in them. In that context, at that time, who cares about what other people say: you’re upset! You have a right to show your discontent and your grievances with the world!’

Her smile widens a little.

‘But, to keep being angry,’ you lower your voice, bringing your hands to your knees. ‘to keep looking back at people and telling them that you wish nothing but the worst for one thing, for several things… it consumes you. It becomes hate.’

Anger to hate. Hate to to despair.

‘No one has the right to tell you to forgive someone for the sake of it.’ You admit, a little grudgingly. ‘I know well enough that sometimes it’s just too hard for you to let go before you think that you’ve been paid in full.’ You bite your lip, letting out a sigh. ‘But if there’s anything I learned in life, that if you hang on to that anger, that hate, it won’t just stop at you. Then you won’t hate just them anymore.’

You push yourself off the block, looking straight at her.

‘You start hating yourself, and everyone just becomes a reminder of it for you.’

‘Come on, Commander. Nagato’s waiting.’

You don’t say a word to each other the rest of the way. It’s some time before you reach the MASH.

Only to come face to face with another annoyance.

‘HALT! NONE SHALL PASS AFTER VISITING HOURS!’

You groan.

>‘Call Akashi.’
>‘I’m a Commander.’
>‘Fine. I’ll leave.’
>‘You have visiting hours?’
>Write-In

>>588514
>>‘Call Akashi.’
>>‘I’m a Commander.’

>>588514
>‘I’m a Commander.’
If that doesn't work
>‘Call Akashi.’

>>588514
>‘Call Akashi.’

>>588514
>>‘Call Akashi.’

>>588514
>>‘Call Akashi.’
say you got the one ring to rule them all

>>588514
>>‘Call Akashi.’

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You raise a hand to your temples, counting backwards from ten. As much as you valued how much the MPs put into their duties, you really weren’t in the mood to address their eccentricities. Here was a man with a legend of a mustache, twice your width and just your height, clad in what looked to be a blue robe over his uniform; he brandished what looked like a very battered quarterstaff in his hands. He was older than you, probably almost as old as the Admiral, with a squashed face that looked like it had seen more battle than any of your KanMusu.

‘Would you please get Akashi?’

‘Wake the fair maiden, my boy?’ He barks out in laughter, tapping the tip of his staff to the ground. You cross your arms as you wait for his it to subside. He was beginning to grate on you. ‘The lady Akashi,’ he emphasizes the words by making a motion with his free hand, trilling her name as he gestures to the entrance of the MASH, ‘is indisposed – taken by the hand of fatigue from hours of toil,’ he emphasizes the last word, again, with a gesture with his hands – you make out a swan… or a dog. You couldn’t tell, really, ‘and as such, a gentleman’s duty is to ensure the comforts of the hard-working woman after a day of long toil! But you wouldn’t know that, would you, brigand!’

He thrusts the quarterstaff right in your face, stopping barely an inch from your nose.

‘Look, that’s nice and all,’ you cough into your fist – you’d reached three and a half before the action – again, trying to reason with him, ‘and I know that I’m late, but I have someone that I would like to see before I go back to the barracks. She’s hurt really bad and it would be really appreciated if you could let me pass. Akashi knows me.’

You want to add a quip about it being just after seven and just how tired could Akashi be, but you didn’t want anything that would leave your lips to have the chance to backfire on you. A jab at her job scope was always a way to end up on her bad side, as you’d learned in the days you’d known her.

‘Then you should have visited her in the day!’ He declares.

There’s a part of you that wants to point out the hypocrisy of him keeping the peace around here when his voice could have been loud enough to have even Abyssals clutch their ears.

‘I was busy.’ You don’t, however.

‘Too busy to be by her side?’ He snorts, turning up his nose at you. ‘What kind of man are you?’

Oh, that hurt. You would’ve rather taken a knock by that staff.

‘Enough.’

You turn to see Akashi, clad in her robes… with Shigure next to her. Apparently she’d taken the opportunity to sneak off and do the honors herself. You both share a thumbs-up.

‘Milady!’

She waves him off; the man clatters elsewhere. You don’t care.

‘Commander.’

>‘I was hoping we could have a tryst. Forbidden to all but us.’ (Joke)
>‘I’m here to see Nagato.’ (Direct)
>Write-In

>>588855
>>‘I was hoping we could have a tryst. Forbidden to all but us.’ (Joke)

>>588855
>Here to see nagato. Did her paperwork or id come earlier

>>588855
>>‘I’m here to see Nagato.’ (Direct)

>>588855
>‘I’m here to see Nagato.’ (Direct)

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‘I’m here to see Nagato.’

Akashi looks at you, pursing her lips. She looked tired, but not the type of haggard state that the MP had implied. Still, you weren’t one to test the limits of her fatigue and annoyance at you for arriving so late… not that you would’ve known that there’d been visiting hours on the program. You’d thought that as a Commander, you’d have executive access… however, you think that it would be for the best that you don’t that particular complaint.

You’re afraid that if the words special consideration ever left your lips, you’d be but a bloody stain on an operating table.

‘Come with me.’

You walk – jog – alongside her. Shigure is on her other side, skipping.

‘Couldn’t come here sooner?’ She gives you a light glare.

‘I would’ve… but if I had told her that I had come over without finishing any of her paperwork, I think I’d be the next to be admitted.’ You say so with the most honest tone you can muster – if there are truer facts in this world, they are not known to you.

She sighs, her annoyance making way for a grimace, which you both share.

‘True.’

You get to the foot of the matter.

‘So how is she?’

‘It took 8 hours to stabilize her core – she’s not yet fully recovered, but I’ll give her a day or two under watch before I send her back to your Division… and at least a day after that before she can operate at fighting capacity’ Akashi speeds up, throwing you a warning look – she had ended up like that under your command, after all. ‘She’s lucky.’

There’s one word you latch on.

‘Core?’

‘The Oni destabilized the outer layer of her core – if we’re going to go into comparisons, whatever it is that holds you people together and in place.’ You frown – you don’t get what she says at all. ‘A sort of foundation – we’re not human, in fact, if you want to go into details, we’re built inwards instead of outwards. Take away the frame and the whole thing comes tumbling down. We just look and feel this way to you.’ You nod dumbly, trying to comprehend the words. ‘The Oni tried to rip it away to get to her core – and did a damn fine job of it. Kaga told me about the ERS you pulled. Without that, it could’ve been a lot worse.’

‘So she’s all right, right?’ You ask, still concerned.

All 3 of you stop at a tent.

‘She needs rest. If she had been exposed any longer than she had, the outer later of the core would’ve completely decayed… the physical injuries were serious enough to warrant some extra concentrations of fata aqueous, but otherwise, healing is on the way.’ Akashi smiles reassuringly. ‘She’s a tough girl.’

That, she is.

She opens the canvas, gesturing you inside.

‘I’ll leave you to it.’

Nagato is there, sitting up in bed, going over what looked like a magazine, a pencil in hand.

>Greet her
>Surprise her with a hug
>Write-In

>>589049
>HUGSIES!

>>589049
>Greet her and slowly hug her
We don't wanna cause unecessary damage if possible, however tough she may be.

>>589049
>Greet her
Let's try not to cry too much.

>>589049
>>Greet her

>>589049
>Greet her
she might be not too happy about hugs after the squeeze the Oni gave her

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You couldn’t thoroughly describe just what it is that you felt, seeing her, clad in a white t-shirt, a pair of reading glasses adorning her face and scratching the back of her head with the pencil. Nagato – your friend, Sub-Commander and Battleship – looked none the worse for wear; if you hadn’t known any better you would’ve pegged her for just finding an excuse to stay in bed on a lazy weekend. She doesn’t notice either you or Shigure, her brows creased into a frown – whatever it was resting on her raised lap, it had her completely engrossed.

Wiping the corner of your eyes, wary of tears, you finally manage it in yourself to call out to her.

‘Hey there, you.’

Nagato looks up from the magazine as you approach her.

‘Commander.’ She greets you serenely, wearing a gentle smile. ‘Did you manage to fill out the grievance forms before you thought yourself befitting my regal presence, at least?’

‘All of it.’

‘All of the grievance forms?’

‘No, I mean, I got through all your paperwork.’ You clarify, moving to her bed and pulling up a chair. ‘You don’t have to worry about any backlogs from the last few days.’ You look thoughtful, biting a lip. ‘Or the next few, if I can manage it.’

‘Sub-Commander!’

Shigure makes her presence known to the both of you, raising a hand in greeting. She marches over by one of the other beds in the tent, taking one for her own. A quick glance around sees that no one else is occupying the temporary quarters… although you do see two messed-up beds with instruments around them and a pad on one of the two mattresses on the other row. So Nagato wasn’t the only KanMusu that appeared to be admitted.

She lets go of your cheek with one more smile, and you notice just what it was that she had been so focused on prior to your arrival.

‘Crossword?’

‘Helps pass the time.’ She answers quickly, picking up the magazine. ‘It’s either this… or I start listening to Naganami’s sonnets or Zuikaku’s preaching.’ She adds, her nose scrunching at the very idea of either prospect. ‘I did not know that there were KanMusu that found solace in religious dogma.’ She says in a rather dead tone.

You grimace – memories of your previous conversation with Zuikaku echo louder than ever.

She really, really needed to get laid. Cold turkey hadn’t done her any favors – and now you actually had an outsider’s point of view to do it.

‘Zuikaku’s been admitted?’ It hits you that she’d been in the operation before… and having seen her performance, you were hard-pressed to see that she’d gone through something as bad as Nagato – she’d even provided cover fire during the battle. ‘I thought she was fine.’

‘She had her chest half-ripped open the whole time.’ Nagato snorts.

You let out a low whistle.

‘She’s a character, but that girl’s a tough turkey.’

>Write-In (Specify what to talk/discuss with Nagato about)

>>589356
>Write-In
Give her the Thank You letter she recieved while you were doing paperwork, and mention how you didn't know she had an action figure.

I really have to work on my context. Reading this through, it reads more like a husband visiting his sick wife than a Commander paying a subordinate a courtesy visit from guilt at his part in putting her there in the first place.

>>589465
I mean to be fair there are some romantic feelings between the Commander and Nagato, hes just feeling alot more guilt right now,along with happiness that she isn't dead of course, from my point of view anyways.

>>589356
Give her the Thank You letter she recieved while you were doing paperwork, and mention how you didn't know she had an action figure.
yer i was/ reading this and was but she not the gf is she?

but dam son we need that girl to get laid, 3some sexual healing when the submern fucks off?

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>>589356
Same as the other guys, the Thank You letter and action figure talk.

>>589465
You've pretty much written the Commander and Nagato to be fairly intimate, especially with the scene with her not really being concerned over the sub's appearance in contrast to Takao. In social link terms, she's the one with the highest rank.

>>589465
It does come me off like that, yeah. The Commander and Nagato aren't that close yet.

Just one of those things that you'll get a better grip on with time

>>590077
Id say the Commander and Nagato are pretty intimate, but the Commander doesn't know the boundaries yet, so hes playing it safe while Nagato is the one that generally gives the greenlight or initiates.

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‘I was going through your stack – there was this.’ You take out the red envelope that you’d taken from her pile, from the dress pocket of your top. ‘Should I be worried?’

Nagato gives you a playful look – the both of you share a chuckle as she takes it from you. Reaching over for a chair, you set yourself down, catching a quick glimpse of Shigure – who had not moved from her spot on the vacant bed since you arrived. If I weren’t for the light humming caught by your ear, you would have suspected she’d elected to take a nap.

The envelope is opened; she takes out the letter.

‘Oh.’

For the first time in – for the first time, period, you see Nagato’s eyes light up. She reads off the letter – it’s a moment for more firsts, too… Nagato’s body trembles with what seems to be her holding back a cry of delight; she reads off the words, saying the little girl’s name like a tiny prayer at the end. You watch her, content, a small smile creeping onto you as her she wipes at the corner of her eyes, touched. Maybe it was that it was just the fact that it came from a fan; it could have even been that Nagato had never been able to get used to such gratitude; but a part of you takes comfort in the fact that despite all their swerving and their loud cannons, something as simple as a thank you could reduce them to blubbering masses.

After a while, she sets it down, her cheeks brightly colored.

‘You didn’t tell me you had an action figure.’ You get in there, throwing her an amused look.

‘It’s not something you go around bragging about.’ She snorts – somehow, you don’t buy it. ‘A lot of us do; Kongou and her sisters make up the bulk of the shelves, if I’m being specific.’ She frowns, looking thoughtful and tapping her chin. ‘Although, there was one time I saw Sendai and Jintsuu on the best-seller list. I’m not sure; it’s not my job to keep up.’ She picks up the letter again, giving the photo a curious glance. ‘I didn’t think they still made me – I always thought that they got rid of them after the second season.’

‘Don’t keep up, huh?’

‘I – I had to be notified of the potential costs!’ Again, you don’t buy it. The stuttering is a dead giveaway. ‘Mine was too expensive to keep manufacturing without making a loss.’

‘What was so bad about it?’

‘Mine had this… launch function.’ She made a pressing motion with her thumb. ‘You flick a switch at the back and it fires from both cannons.’

‘That actually sounds pretty cool.’ You admit.

Nagato grumbles.

‘Parents thought it promoted violence.’

>‘Weren’t you scared? At all?’ (Talk about the incident)
>‘I never really appreciated what you did out of Division confines.’ (Talk about work)
>‘Has anyone else visited you?’ (Talk about someone/Specify)
>‘I hope you get better soon.’ (Leave, say goodbyes)
>Write-In

>>591151
>>‘I never really appreciated what you did out of Division confines.’ (Talk about work)
Also, that action figure doesn't promote violence, it promotes being a badass.

>>591151
>‘I never really appreciated what you did out of Division confines.’ (Talk about work)
Wow, and here i thought that abyssals eating people on the beaches were promoting violence, but no, reminders that there are girls out there fighting to stop said abyssals is the true source huh.

>>591151
>>‘I never really appreciated what you did out of Division confines.’ (Talk about work)
We need to remember to look for Nagato figurine when we get around to going shopping with Tenryuu.

>>591151
Wait just a minute:
>second season

There's no way this world has a KanColle anime, right?

>>591385
I was wondering that too.
Also
>Sendai and Jintsuu
Why not Naka? Shouldn't she be the most likely to have a line of toys? Unless she's already dead ;_:

>>591385
Would you like to know more?

>>591516
Indeed I would.

>>591528
In the middle of the war, the Admiralty started to market the KanMusu in any way they could - they're not fully funded by the League, so they have to build up propaganda to get Joe Public on their side. This was due to, of course, their push against the Abyssals not being as big a knock as they hoped (As you have since been revealed). As per the Shaman's Journal, there were four countries that submitted to being the summoning grounds for the KanMusu because of their "good juju".

The Vanzer Kingdom (Practically a third of the US of A)
The Formerly Imperial Taiyouga (Japan)
The Romerian Alliance (An EU-ish state consisting of France, Poland, Belgium, Britain and of course, Germany)
NOT SPOILING THE LAST ONE

The Formerly Imperial Taiyouga, being uncharacteristically successful, managed to summon hundreds... and were cycling through their Commanders in those days like napkins (The last application process, the one with you, was an abnormality in that a large portion was highly gifted - you're one of the rejects because you just don't measure up) and wanted to "reach out" to the able and willing young men and women.

The result was 2 seasons of the most dreadful, annoying piece of animation in history. Suffice to say, it only ended up making people turn against the KanMusu more, likening them to robots spouting cliches rather than real supersoldiers/spirits/mahou shoujos fighting a losing battle.

Fubuki, still alive, will flay anyone who spouts her lines from it. In fact, she's in incarceration right now.

>>591624
Sounds like the actual anime. Not surprising, to say the least.

>she's in incarceration right now.
Oh dear, that means we're going to end up meeting her under less-than-ideal circumstances, doesn't it?

>>591624
The last one is Not!Russia or China isn't it?

>>591677
Someone tried to make her "magical girl equip scene" pose on a propaganda tour. Fubuki ended up trying to chew her arm off.

>>591624
>In fact, she's in incarceration right now.
Well damn.

>>591677
>Oh dear, that means we're going to end up meeting her under less-than-ideal circumstances, doesn't it?
My guess is either when we go to jail on some sort of bullshit charge or we get designated as her parole officer.

>>591744
Keep in mind that you already share your brain with NINE KanMusu. Two of which are a CARRIER and a BATTLESHIP.

I repeat: a CARRIER and a BATTLESHIP.

>>591727
So what would've happened if we had chosen her as one of our personnel way back in thread 2? Would they have pulled her out of jail on some kind of parole?

>>591793
See Shigure's and Nachi's entry.

Nachi's entry is similar.

>>591727
Sounds like she really was the one to finish him off.

>>591808
Fair enough. I sort of figured it would've been something like that.

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‘I don’t think I’ve ever really appreciated what you do outside of Divisional confines.’ You confess, putting your leg on your knee. ‘You’re a miracle worker.’

Nagato gives you an understanding smile; if anyone could get just how much effort it actually took to sign on the dotted line, it was your Sub-Commander.

‘It’s not hard when you know how to do it.’ She says, all but outright bragging by now. ‘The thing about bureaucracy is that you can’t be indecisive – the moment you push something aside to be settled for later, it’s going to jump on you like a panther. Always be direct, always be firm with your yeses and nos. If you don’t know about something right in front of you, go and ask the department head of the one that handed it to you – and settle it then.’

You frown, remembering some of the more unsavory details of your task.

‘Wouldn’t calling for a meeting to clear it up be better for everyone involved?’ You reason – that’d been the go-to method when things just got too confusing for people in the kitchen; the bark for a team meeting usually came accompanied with a reason as to why your mothers reeked of elderberries and how your fathers were roosters in all but species.

‘It would.’ She nods, agreeing and crossing her arms. ‘It’d also waste time if the incident’s context falls under your scope.’

‘I kind of find it hard to say no.’ You admit, recalling the last few days of your tenure. ‘At least, lately, it’s felt that way.’

‘Commander loves EVERYONE!’

The both of you look to see Shigure, cross-legged on her bed, grinning widely. You give her a warning look – although it’s dampened by the amused upturn of your smile.

‘Still,’ Nagato catches your attention again; she’d picked up the magazine once more, you notice, ‘I’m thankful that you’re able to fill in for me without incident. Did you have any trouble?’

‘Mostly the algorithm proposals.’ You thin your lips – that hadn’t been pleasant.

‘What did you put for those?’ Nagato

‘I… told them I’d take it under advisement. I wrote down to look for referral from the Admiral.’

‘Oh, he’s not going to be happy with that.’ Nagato winces. ‘I’m specifically there so he doesn’t have to look at those, among other things.’

You frown; that’d been what the papers had asked for.

‘Why?’

‘Anything on that side goes right back to the people on R & D.’ She mentions crisply, thinning her lips as you had. ‘Who, of course, liaise with Court of Admirals… who, when are asked to sign off on things are very, very…’

‘Bitchy?’

‘Commander!’ She slaps your arm – although, you can tell that she’s very much trying to hold back a burst of laughter. ‘I was going to say obstructive.’

‘Same thing.’

‘Commander!’

>Talk about the aftermath
>Talk about someone (Specify)
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>>591961
>Talk about the aftermath
Apologize for your lack of preparedness, get the guilt out of the way.

>>591961
>Talk about the aftermath

>>591961
>>Talk about the aftermath

>>591961
>>Talk about the aftermath

MECH, you mentioned a country named Basilius once? Where's that located? Is it in Europe?

>>592144
Basilius is half of Canada and the northern part of the States. Where the Shamans rule.

>>591961
>>Talk about the aftermath

>"Commander loves EVERYONE!"
Damn right.

>>592247
9+ shipgirl orgy when

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>>592271
There are multiple definitions of 'love', Anon.

Some shipgirls are too innocent for sexuals.

>>592247
>>"Commander loves EVERYONE!"
Except for the Grand Lieutenant. And the MP Chief.

>>592301
and the dick bag Mayor

>>592301
>EVERYONE*

*everyone who actually deserves any kind of love in their lives

>>591961
>Talk about the aftermath

>>592271
When we get 9+ sexable boatgirls. You wouldn't sex Samidare or Murakumo now would you? Shigure is another story

>>592340
>>592290
I would so Murakumo. Samidare is daughter material for sure though. We have 8 in our squad right now, we can grab zuikaku because she really needs to get laid. Maybe the cook botes and the doc could join in as well.

>>592340
>Implying Kumo isn't the most intrinsically lewd shipgirl

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>>592340
>Sexing somebody so traumatized they're downright mentally disabled

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>>592386
It's already been established that carriers are the lewdest.

>>592340
dued no
not happening
no way jose
we are not doing shiggu or any destroyer

>>592402
i wonder where in the lewd scale the dragons go

>>592403
>not happening
DO NOT DENY ME THE CRAZED YANDERE SEX OF THE SHIGGY! Ill concede on same and ill even be willing to compromise on murakumo, BUT THAT SHIGGY. I NEED IT.
>>592448
The scale goes from 9 to 10

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>>592448
They're either a) whorenados, or b) bait and switch and they actually abstain for meditative/religious purposes, similar to how they look like wandering Chinese hermits to the rest of the fleet

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‘The Admiralty… are they…’

You frown at the mention of the Admiralty – not that you so much didn’t like them, but whenever the name came into focus, you instantly found yourself clouded by the visage of the gaunt Court Representative. Still, you decide to address Nagato’s concerns; after the mess you had dropped her into, it was the least you could manage for her.

‘They gave us an official warning.’ Your lips thin into a line again – remembering the meeting with the Court Representative wasn’t pleasant. The way he talked and the way he addressed you seemed just so false; even if he had told the truth about rewarding the Base for their efforts. You’d even signed on the upgrades today. ‘Overall, though, they were rather thankful we took the matter into our own hands instead of waiting for them.’

‘That’s the best we could hope for, huh?’

The both of you share a smile – for some reason or other you take your hand and place it on Nagato’s. It’s rough, having seen the years of toil and action on the open seas… just like it had felt on countless occasions before.

‘I don’t think they’re going after anyone in particular… they just want us to know that they’re…’ You frown; you had trouble remembering the bulk of the details. After a while, you manage, ‘I think the message was that they’re happy we managed to complete the mission and that we told them we were going to do it without them, but they’re not happy that we managed to do it without their approval.’ You finish, satisfied with the address. ‘At least that’s the vibe I’m getting,’ you tentatively add, licking your lips, ‘or at least, that’s what the Court Rep told me.’

‘And Iowa?’

You hunch over slightly, surprised.

‘You know about Iowa?’

‘Zuikaku and Naganami told me.’ She clarifies. You see Nagato express a modicum of concern, an inquisitive gaze meeting your waiting one. ‘So do you know what’s going to happen to her?’

‘No,’ you shake your head, remembering the exact words that you had been told that morning, ‘the Court Rep said that… it’d be rude to discuss it at that time. I think they’ll come to a decision after they’ve fixed her up.’

Nagato nods, going back to the crossword. A strange, awkward silence reigns – something eats at you, at the both of you, something you can’t really discern; or something that you just had no desire to address.

‘She’s a Battleship.’

You say nothing.

‘Even from here, I can feel it.’ Nagato lets out a breath – try as you might, you can’t help but compare it to the ‘She’s powerful.’

‘Feeling threatened?’

‘If it would give you a better foot in this battle… if I hadn’t made it…’

You feel your lungs practically imploding at the ideal… she couldn’t be serious?

‘She would make an adequate replacement, wouldn’t she?’

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