>>1142718
>>‘Fine…’ (Return the cuddling KanMusu’s affection)
let's raise them tokimeki points/SL points

>>1142718
>‘Fine…’ (Return the cuddling KanMusu’s affection)

>>1142718
>>>‘Fine…’ (Return the cuddling KanMusu’s affection)

>>1142718
>‘Fine…’ (Return the cuddling KanMusu’s affection)

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'Fine…’ You roll your eyes.

‘Hee.’

Musashi doesn’t tighten her grip around you, but she does make the experience a bit more bearable by lying back on the couch with you right on top of her. Your cheeks go red at she does tighten in – if only slightly – after the thought, but you had more urgent things to think about… like the fact that your arm was groaning under the pressure from her considerable strength. She was about your height – she had a few centimeters on you due to her hair, maybe – but the difference in power was very much apparent. Nagato had been strong, but Musashi’s strength was something else. She had enough to lock you into place… without even so much as a sliver of metal on her being or the grey of her rigging.

‘Sorry about that.’ She throws you an honest-to-goodness grin, letting out a content sound as she presses her cheek against yours – you feel your eyepatch shifting slightly from the movement and quickly make sure your eye was closed. ‘Just looks like you could use a little bit of a pick-me-up.’

‘I could use a little bit of a pick-me-up?’ You put your hands to her side, pushing yourself up before locking onto her eyes with a bemused upturn of your lips. She returns it with interest. ‘Need I remind you that you were the one who asked me for this little cuddle session?’

She rolls her eyes, snorting audibly.

‘If I know anything, it’s the look of someone who feels like they’ve got the world on their shoulders.’ She gives you her full attention, wrapping her arms around your back – coiling under your arms this time, thankfully – and holding you close. Embarrassingly, you can feel your bottom pressing up against hers – thankfully, you’re so used to contact there by now that it doesn’t give you the rise it would have prior to the start of your career. ‘Sometimes you just need someone to just share that load with you know?’

You find yourself a little flabbergasted.

‘Thought so.’ She presses her cheek against you again, mewling happily once more. ‘Now take your fill, buck-o.’

Her smile becomes so brilliantly wide it almost makes you wilt in embarrassment. You had come into contact with her upfront nature before, but for her to be so open about it was kind of different from you – Houshou was very open about things on the physical front and Kaga mixed sugar and sweet while Takao offered a sort of awkwardness, but Musashi seemed to be very… different when it came to her show of affection.

‘Commander.’

‘Yes, Musashi?’

‘I said take your fill.’ She draws herself back, smirking. ‘Not use me as a morning wood relief mechanism.’

Your face grows hot.

‘But hey,’ she tilts her head, her form shifting underneath you. ‘I guess you can’t help it, after all. Being with such a high class lady like me.’

She cackles loudly, burying your head between her breasts again.

>Write-In

>>1142775
>Write-In
speaking of which, did you had any interesting dreams?

>>1142775
I don't think we actually have any outstanding problems right now, atleast nothing that talking about it here would help.
Overall our life has been pretty good since we became a commander, minus spending half of that time recovering in the hospital.

>>1142792
seconding this, want to know what it is as well

>>1142775
>Try to relax in her embrace
>Ask her how she's doing.

>>1142792
why not, i'll vote for this

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You decide not to fight it. The fabric of Musashi’s pyjamas was uncomfortable, but it was made up for by the fact that the embrace, while highly unprofessional, was somehow resonating very well with your internal feelings. It was hard for you to return the embrace, especially with your arm the way it was, but it definitely wasn’t hard to just lie there and enjoy her scent and touch as the rain fell outside. You sigh, content, feeling a loving hand pat the back of your head as a playful giggle reaches your ears. It was very motherly… and you felt a little bit embarrassed that you thought so. Musashi’s embrace felt as safe as it did warm… and you have to catch yourself once or twice from nodding off into the realm she had just risen from herself.

‘You’re like a big, stubbly baby.’

Of course she would ruin the moment. You don’t fall for it – the smirk is too obvious a giveaway into her intentions. Instead, you try to focus on some other topic. Racking your mind of just what to ask, you decide to drop the first thing that comes to the forefront of your thoughts.

‘So, any good dreams?’ You ask, amused. She did practically moan for you in her sleep, after all.

‘That’s an odd question.’ She shifts back, frowning. You don’t realize just how different she looked without her glasses until now.

‘Just curious.’ You answer.

‘Can’t recall.’ She answers nonchalantly. It wasn’t important, anyway – you just wanted to make some conversation. ‘Are Nagato and Kaga going to be back?’

Worry flashes across her eyes.

‘Yeah.’ You answer her quickly and assuredly. There was no need for you to give rise to any unwarranted panic. ‘They’re just in Ominato getting themselves patched up.’ Seeing as she wasn’t quite convinced, though, you decide to follow-up with a proper elaboration. ‘We went through a bit of a blender this time, but it’s not anything serious. Kaga needs to re-grow a few fingers and Nachi needs to get an ear back… but otherwise, the Squadron’s fine.’

‘So why’re you back so early?’ She shifts, frowning.

‘Paperwork.’ You grumble. ‘Grand Lieutenant saw me fit enough to get back to

‘With this?’ She gives your prosthetic an almighty whack, giving you a look of disbelief. You nod grimly in response.

‘With this, yeah.’

‘Looks uncomfortable.’ She touches a particularly revealed and bent screw, tiny as it was. She throws you a worried glance, clutching you a little tighter. ‘You sure you don’t want me to bring you to Akashi for a quick check-up? I don’t think that’s going to be something I like being – !’

‘I’ve got it sorted.’ Again, you assure her.

‘Really?’ Her voice is small, fussy.

You laugh softly.

‘Really.’

>‘About what happened to you before I picked you up…’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
>‘Why aren’t you sleeping in your room?’
>‘How’s Yamato doing?
>‘I think that’s enough snuggling.’
>Write-In

>>1142826
>>‘How’s Yamato doing?

>>1142826
Oops! Forgot one more option

>‘About what happened to you before I picked you up…’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
>'You're a lot more touch-feely than I thought for a non-Carrier.'
>‘Why aren’t you sleeping in your room?’
>‘How’s Yamato doing?'
>'How do you like it here? Compared to your old posting?'
>‘I think that’s enough snuggling.’
>Write-In

>>1142827
You can change your vote if you want. I forgot an option or two. My bad.

>>1142828
>'How do you like it here? Compared to your old posting?'

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>1142828
>‘About what happened to you before I picked you up…’ (Roll a 1d6 each)

>>1142828
keeping my vote

>>1142828
>‘How’s Yamato doing?

>>1142828
>>‘How’s Yamato doing?

>>1142828
>‘How’s Yamato doing?'

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You slowly detach from her, sitting on her waist. It doesn’t seem that she minds it, but you don’t think that drifting wistfully was going to do the next topic any favors. She looks at you quizzically; the rain outside pitter-patters lightly and innocently as you try to veer the conversation to more serious areas. You wipe your brow, turning back to her, hoping to get some answers – and more hopefully, of better tidings than what had come before.

‘How’s Yamato doing?’

Predictably, Musashi stiffens, slumping into the couch and staring at the ceiling. She doesn’t reply immediately, but you don’t dare rush her – you had been told by Akashi just how serious Yamato’s condition was; that recovery, if any, was to be gradual and voluntary. The trauma her core had suffered during her time as a guinea pig under the scalpel of Haszad’s brightest had been severe, so much so that Akashi had begged you for her to be put under the eyes of her two closest friends – it had been only a few days since then… and you hadn’t so much as heard any progress from the mouth of the Super Dreadnought.

‘As well as she can be.’ She placed her wrist in front of her eyes, mumbling under her breath. ‘These kind of things don’t heal overnight, you know.’

You grimace at the snappy tone that Musashi took at the end of her reply. You hadn’t expected her to regrow it all in one go… but a part of you had hoped for some progress to have come in the last few days. Perhaps it was your familiarity with your hospital stays… you’d been in and out at a constant rotation and hardly saw fit to question it. You’d seen Nagato and the rest come out of injuries that would have left more fragile women and men on the floor praying for a quick release. Musashi doesn’t follow-up – you can tell that the subject of her sister’s condition upset her somewhat.

‘Has she seen Akashi since she got back here?’ You inquire. ‘Maybe some check-ups would – !’

She lifts her hand from her eyes, throwing you a small glare. It wasn’t intense, but there was a shadow of annoyance behind it.

‘Right, sorry.’ You accidentally press on her belly to shift in your seat. She stays quiet; the rain falls harder outside.

‘It’s hard for her, you know?’

‘What?’ You turn to Musashi, surprised that she’d bothered to continue the conversation.

‘She always took pride at being at the front of things. At being useful. Now, with her like this…’ Musashi trails off, her gaze fixed upon the ceiling, ‘She’s not in a good place.’

‘So what do we – can we do?’

‘Let her heal.’ She finishes reluctantly. ‘That’s all we can do.’

Not knowing what else to do, you put your hand on hers.

>‘About what happened to you before…’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
>‘Why didn’t you sleep in your room?’
>'How do you like it here?’
>END CONVERSATION
>Write-In

>>1142910
>'How do you like it here?’
group dinamics are important

>>1142910
>>'How do you like it here?’

>>1142910
>>'How do you like it here?’

>>1142910
>'How do you like it here?’

MAP: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R4k6mlYRnyTZwvhp8RvfBRJnOnAvD-3K57iKrFqBtsw/edit?usp=sharing

This'll be a feature of the locations that you can go to from now on within the confines of the Quest. All KanMusu that are under your Command or care have a "place they'll be at" as as their Commander and caretaker, you have a duty to know where they are or will be assigned to for the day.

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‘How do you like it here?’ You ask, playfully smacking her stomach. She scowls playfully, swiping your wrist away – you feel the sting even after her hand has long left yours.

‘It takes some getting used to, but you definitely got the best beds I’ve been in in a while.’ She stretches for emphasis. You frown – if the beds were so good, why was she on the couch, then? ‘I like to think I’m gradually working my way to Ooyodo’s good side.’

‘What’d you do to set her off?’ You shift in your seat… before realizing that your seat was, at the moment, Musashi’s pelvic area. You get to your feet, dusting off your bottoms. Musashi, meanwhile, tilts her head quizically at your inquiry.

‘Well,’ she begins, ‘that’s probably a story I’ll drop on you another day.’ She grimaces, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘I don’t want her to think that I’ve been blabbing about her.’

‘Why?’ You frown – didn’t she trust you not to blab? ‘You know your secret’s safe with me.’

‘It’s not that I don’t trust you… but Ooyodo has a way about knowing things that happen on-base.’ She makes a troubled noise, sitting up and stretching her arms. ‘I’m not putting my neck out about that… but I do think I’m slowly winning her over.’ She pauses for a moment, bringing a hand to her chin, ‘Or, at least, that she knows I’m making an effort towards it.’

‘Fair enough.’ You raise your hands. That could wait. ‘Other than that, no issues with anyone else on-base?’

‘Not really. I heard Takao was a snob before I came here, but she’s been pretty nice; don’t know why people used to call her one.’

‘Takao? A snob?’ You wrinkle your nose. She was probably one of the sweetest, if strictest girls you’d had the privilege to meet… you couldn’t envision her being anything but formal and respectful.

‘I better get going. Practice range should be free enough to get some training in.’ She gets to her feet, giving your prosthetic a friendly hit. ‘Nice seein’ ya this morning, Commander.’

You nod in response; just as you hear the sound of her footsteps thundering upstairs, however, you also hear the sound of a door swinging open. You move towards the doorway… and see the wet form of your bulky attendant, hauling a familiar bag of great size and two plastic folders, struggling to undo his poncho and hang it on the rack. He grumbles as he struggles, stepping onto the wooden floor and walking towards you before giving a formal salute.

‘Sir.’

His friend follows in right after, clutching a wet briefcase and cursing up a storm. He bumps into your bulky attendant, who drops the documents onto the floor.

‘Watch it, man!’

'Sor-ree.' He replies, walking up to you. 'Here, sir. Morning rations.’

He holds up two packs.

>Banana burrito
>Breakfast donut
>‘I’ve had breakfast.’ (Decline)
>Write-In

>>1143008
>>Breakfast donut
https://youtu.be/V_5fwEUJzK0
everyone love donuts

>>1143008
>Banana burrito

>you couldn’t envision her being anything but formal and respectful
Is it because she finally got laid?

>>1143008
>>Breakfast donut
Its time to move on from the banana burrito.

>>1143008
>Breakfast donut

>>1143008
>>Breakfast donut

>>1143015
>>1143017
>>1143019
>>1143020
>>1143108

We. Already. Ate.
We. Are. Trying. To. Lose. Weight.
Jesus Christ guys!

>‘I’ve had breakfast.’ (Decline)

>>1143117
we kind of used nee-san power a while ago we gotta refuel, or become a skeleton with a lot of skin

>>1143008
>‘I’ve had breakfast.’ (Decline)

>>1143121
Even without that we are losing most of our fat through malnutrition due to hospital food, so we are still gonna end up with alot of skin if we dont work out a bit

>>1143121

>>1143121

Are you sure? It looks more like a case of Anon's attention span not being able to bridge across multiple threads.

Or are you just ignorant of how much of a belly we still have? We are in zero danger of turning into a skeleton even if we fast for a goddamn week. It's more important to eat healthy.

Goddamn banana burrito is at least nutritious if you want to play the Commander as a pig.

>>1143008
>‘I’ve had breakfast.’ (Decline)

>>1143008
>Breakfast donut

>>1143127
One donut will not transform us into a pig and we exercise regularly, i fail to see any problem with that.

>>1143008
>‘I’ve had breakfast.’ (Decline)

>>1143211

Break bad habits, establish good ones. It's basic dieting.

>>1143239
we didn't eat anything for breakfast, that isn't exactly a good one

>>1143250
thought the same but >>1136732

>>1143250

As >>1143253 points out, we have a half-eaten breakfast on the table we need to finish. A sugary donut is both unhealthy and we shouldn't be wasting food in a war zone on principle.

>>1143253
oh
i forgot, thanks anon

>>1143008
>>Banana burrito

>>1143008
Why did I type in
>'I've had breakfast.' (Decline)
It's supposed to be
>'I have breakfast covered, thanks.' (Decline)

>>1143008
>decline

>>1143515

Either way
>'I have breakfast covered, thanks.' (Decline)

>>1143008
>>‘I’ve had breakfast.’ (Decline)

>>1143008
>‘I’ve had breakfast.’ (Decline)

Session commencing in 15 minutes.

Hope you guys locked your votes in.

>>1144931
donuts all the way

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‘I have breakfast covered, thanks.’ You gesture to your plate of browns and egg, barely touched.

‘Oh.’ He droops sadly. He must have thought you would have appreciated the gesture more. ‘You sure?’

‘I’m sure.’ You chuckle, walking over to the table and picking up your meal. The two attendants begin taking out the folders, sniping at each other over who was in charge of what. ‘Surprised you guys are here so early.’

‘Well, we got a long day ahead of us, Commander.’ The lanky attendant grunts, picking up the briefcase he had been holding and shoving the doughnut into his mouth. He fumbles with the locks before managing to take out an official-looking document, handing it over to you. ‘The boys in the back seat were looking for you last night – they couldn’t catch you then, so they told me to give this to you if you ever came back to work.’

You raise an eyebrow.

‘Is that a snipe, attendant?’

He instantly looks afraid, stammering an apology.

You wave it off, indicating you were joking. The papers were from the MagiTek Department all right – and to your surprise, a letter of commendation for your performance. Ominato’s waters were now apparently free of any apparent threat, which enabled the other parts of the Admiralty’s arm to push on through… as well as secure some previously-lost outposts to begin gathering their assets once again – that had manifested in the form of the new requisition and upgrade form that the papers held, detailing certain breakthroughs that would assist you in future endeavors.

‘Supplies have come through – at least some good’s come out of that nightmare.’ You let out a sigh of relief, setting the paper down on the table and munching on a hash brown. You furrow your brows – that had gone cold a lot faster than you’d expected it to.

‘Sir?’

‘Nothing. Could one of you get – ?’

You cut yourself off as LEIA, clad in a bathrobe and her hair more frizzled than before, trudges down the stairs and into the common hall, wearing an expression of exasperation.

‘I left my clothes outside to dry.’ She comments. ‘Bad idea.’

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

POINTS LEFT: 5/5*
>District Duties [4/3]
>Supplementary Duties [3/2]
>Division Duties [¾]
>Base Duties [0/2]

ASSIGN YOUR STATUS UPGRADES TO YOUR KANMUSU
>+2 Stat to 1 KanMusu and +1 Stat to 2 KanMusu

*Due to your successful Lv. 4 Mission, you have been granted a Bonus of +3 to all subsequent paperwork completion. Remember, lowering certain Duties to 0 gives you bonuses, while those going over the limit by 2 will give penalties. Your default points left will always be 2/5. You may increase this by completing Lv. 2 Missions [+1 per paperwork], Lv. 3 Missions [+2 per paperwork] and Lv. 4 Missions [+3 per paperwork]. This number is not effected by Side Quest Missions. Only Main Assignments. They last until the next assignment rolls along.

>>1145070
>>District Duties [4/3]
bring this down first
DD>SD>DivD?>afterwards unknown

>>1145070
>District Duties(2 pts)
>Supplementary Duties(2 pts)
>Division Duties (1 pt)
While we can indeed finish off one of these lets try to keep them out of penalty range

As for upgrades
Kaga should get a +2 to her defence and a +1 to her attack
Houshou should get the other +1 to her defence

Should try to keep them balanced

>>1145070
Paperwork
>District Duties [4/3] (2 pts)
>Supplementary Duties [3/2] (2 pts)
>Division Duties [¾] (1 pt)

>Upgrades
+2 Tenryu (+1 Offencive +1 Defencive or +2 Support)

+1 Samidare(+1 Support)

+1 Takao(+1 Defence)

>>1145112
You can't separate the +2. Just clarifying.

>>1145095
>>1145106
>>1145112
Seem to have a tie/incomplete posts here.

>>1145119
i dont know about the stat game so il leave it to you guys
>Base Duties [0/2]

>>1145112
Changing Upgrades:
+2 Tenryu (+2 Support)
+1 Houshou and Kaga (+1 Defence)

>>1145070
so the others not in the discord can see
>Upgrading Support increases the chance for you avoiding death.
At a full 7/7 in stats you have a 70 percent Instakill resist, for example, if the rolls become terribad.
At 1/7 you have a 10 percent Instakill resist, modifiers nonwithstanding.

>>1145133
Best way to deal with the stats if ties happen is to simply state why place points in said certain way.

>>1145106
The plan here is to get Kaga to the level of our other heavy hitters, especially since she took damage due to her lack of defence
Houshou should get her defence up since she is our only other experienced field commander aside from Nagato, and Nagato has a tendency to attract alot of enemy fire, so we should have a capable backup ready when the time comes.

>>1145144
To re-clarify
>"Doesn't that make defense redundant"?
One is for AVOIDING the damage (Defense) the other is for TANKING the damage (Support). Why this falls under Support is because constitution upgrades are listed as supplements to KanMusu health: they're there to make sure the KanMusu is at least able to survive a death hit enough for you to rescue them or keep them going. Defense are passive defensive tech placements to keep the KanMusu from receiving damage or significant damage - Support does all the intangibles. It modifies them for stamina and the other little things to keep your KanMusu alive and fighting.

Okay, so the vibe that I'm getting is:

District -2
Supplementary 2
Division -1

Tenryuu +2 Support
Houshou +1 Defence
Kaga +1 Defence

All in?

>>1145170
sounds good to me

>>1145170
If no one else votes on mine then i can go for this i guess

>>1145170
seems fine to me(It's what I'm voting for)

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You set down your pen, turning to the clock – as always, it was just after lunch when you had things over and done with. Your KanMusu had come and gone, giving their greetings and departing to attend to their own assignments; you’d probably see them again by the end of the day. Houshou in particular was remarkably pensive and not eager to jump onto your ever-available male pride… which you were thankful for, if found a little weird. Takao and Samidare had left together, followed by Musashi (who you would have to question on her assignment, as her schedule merely said Official Stuff) and Murakumo leaving right after, telling you that she would be late due to the nature of the current tasks that were allocated to her by Command.

That meant Shigure was still upstairs, minding her own business or snoring away… and since you hadn’t seen nose or chin of Iowa or Yamato, you assume that they would be upstairs, too.

‘LEIA, I’m telling you – that movie was horrible. End of discussion.’

‘You are so judgmental every time we talk about a movie or a TV show or a book; can’t you just get off your high horse and enjoy something for once?’

You’re brought back down to reality by the bickering of LEIA and her significant other – your bulky attendant – over some movie that LEIA had brought up in the last three hours. You’re not quite sure what it was about, but your bulky attendant had been quite opinionated that LEIA’s liking for the film in question was unwarranted – and proceeded to take it apart piece by piece. You would have stopped the argument, really, but the fact that they seemed to get their loads done faster throwing arguments in an odd back and forth, so you just rolled with it.

Now, it had taken a turn for the entertaining.

‘Come on, you two.’ Your lanky attendant picks up the two folders. LEIA crosses and uncrosses her legs, pouting as your bulky attendant looked the part of a wounded bulldog. ‘Does it really matter that much?’

‘Yes, it does!’ LEIA snaps, making your attendants roll their eyes. ‘I know her, you know, and with what she had on her plate, she did a good job.’ LEIA straightens her bathrobe, getting to her feet. ‘I’d like to see you try and do that for four months straight.’

‘Whether she did a good job or not doesn’t matter.’ Your bulky attendant mirrors her action, walking alongside his girlfriend. ‘What matters is that I paid money to be entertained and I didn’t get my money’s worth!’

LEIA and your bulky attendant continue their argument all the way up the stairs; your other attendant leans by the doorway, taking out a small notebook.

‘Couples.’ He grins at you. ‘Ain’t I right, sir?’

You laugh heartily.

4/4
>Visit Locations [Refer to >>1142923]
>Look for your KanMusu (Specify)
>Look for Admiralty Staff
>District Management
>Write-In

>>1145283
>Visit Locations (MASH)
First things first lets fix our arm

>>1145299
this and bring Shigu along if she is here. in order to soften the rage of Akashi

>>1145283
>>Visit Locations (MASH)

>>1145283
>>Visit Locations (MASH)
need to get our arm fixed and request rocket punch.

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After bidding a farewell for the day, you leave the compound – but not before giving a final request for your attendants to lock up before they left. As unnecessary as it was, you didn’t feel like having a burglary issue on your hands. It’d just mean a bigger load of paperwork on the table… and you’re sure that neither you nor your attendants, not to mention your Division, would appreciate either. The rain had cleared up, mostly, leaving many a puddle in the cracked – if slightly patched – streets of the township. You decide to forgo waiting for a buggy and decide to leg it instead.

This time, however, you make sure to check that you have a set of keys to the compound in your pocket… and a requisition form filled and set into a folder to request for more keys from the maintenance crew to refill the basket on the counter with more spares.

Walking around town, you spy more relief efforts by the military; the town wasn’t quite back on its feet, but there was a sense of life about the place now, at least. You see a few fresh-faced people walking around, tending to their restored shops and lots, trying to figure out how they could return from this. You spy Inazuma and Ikazuchi tending to what looked like another surplus tent, accompanied by a few army folks; they appeared busy so you didn’t bother to disturb or greet them – it’s not as if they had time to notice you anyway; keeping the people that had decided to keep living in this town fed and comfortable was a task in itself… and the Army didn’t appear to be anymore prejudiced that the crew, to your knowledge.

Maybe it was just that you had to be a fighter to know the fight.

‘Aha, young man! A joy to see you again!’

You come face-to-face with a familiar wide-faced, handlebar-mustached man, clad in his odd armor over the usual uniform, spinning his staff as though he was a circus act. This time, however, he seemed a lot more receptive of you compared to your last encounter – probably because you were actually visiting at a sane hour.

‘Mm.’ You don’t quite acknowledge him. As infectious as his energy was, you didn’t fancy listening to the man ramble while your arm –

An audible groan reaches your ears as you realize that a joint had bent even further as you swung it forward. Letting out a breath, you roll your shoulder – with difficulty and discomfort – and decide to make a beeline for your attending specialist.

Surprisingly, you spy an unfamiliar sight in a kimono, licking away at ice cream and looking very much sombre.

‘Bismarck?’

>‘Isn’t that Bismarck? What’s she doing here?’ (Talk to Bismarck)
>‘I better look for Akashi before she thinks I’m procrastinating on this.’ (Look for Akashi)
>‘I’m feeling a little peckish… maybe the Mess Tent’ll have something.’ (Go to the Mess Tent)
>Write-In

>>1145411
>>‘I better look for Akashi before she thinks I’m procrastinating on this.’ (Look for Akashi)

>>1145411
>‘Isn’t that Bismarck? What’s she doing here?’ (Talk to Bismarck)

>>1145411
>‘Isn’t that Bismarck? What’s she doing here?’ (Talk to Bismarck)

>>1145411
>‘Isn’t that Bismarck? What’s she doing here?’ (Talk to Bismarck)
But short, mention being on the way to Akashi

>>1145411
>>‘I better look for Akashi before she thinks I’m procrastinating on this.’ (Look for Akashi)

>>1145411
>>1145467
This.

>>1145411
>‘Isn’t that Bismarck? What’s she doing here?’ (Talk to Bismarck)

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‘Bismarck?’

It was definitely Bismarck – an ice cream in her hand and on a bench by a tent, a sombre look in her eyes as she licked away at her ice cream. Her hair was tied up in an elegant bun… and for someone of her elegance (which you had no problem in admitting) she looked like she could have played the part of a burnt-out young lady separated from her friends. You look left and right, expecting the First Admiral to be nearby… but don’t see her at all. Your curiosity – and courtesy – getting the better of you, you make your way towards the blonde KanMusu, who so far hadn’t noticed your presence in the slightest.

‘Bismarck?’

She slowly looks up to you… and upon spying the emblem on your left breast, hastily gets to her feet and gives you a formal bow and salute; you return it stiffly.

‘Yokosuka First Operations Division Commander.’ She bows again, albeit slightly, her face as stern and her back stiff as any military officer’s could be, her slumped form a thing of the past. ‘It’s an honor to meet with you again.’ She tilts her head. ‘Are you here to see Akashi or are you just making you rounds?’

‘The former.’You answer with a lop-sided grin. You hadn’t expected to her here – not at all. ‘Need to get my prosthetic up and running again.’ You raise your Kantai Steel arm for emphasis. It whines as you level and right it, making her nod in understanding. ‘Can’t do paperwork with this kinda discomfort.’

That wasn’t entirely true. You were perfectly capable of writing long, detailed sentences with this prosthetic – it was everything else that was the problem. Plus, you think that there must be a sort of leakage of magic somewhere because you don’t remember the exoskeleton having so much weight on it.

‘What’re you here for?’ You inquire curiously. ‘Is the First Admiral with you?’

‘No, Commander, I’m afraid she isn’t.’ She lets out a sigh, biting another chunk of her ice cream. ‘She’s at her great grandson’s audition.’

‘Audition?’

‘He’s…’ She takes bite of her ice cream, frowning as she contemplates the next part of her sentence. ‘What do you call those again? Variety shows?’

‘Variety show?’ You mirror Bismarck’s expression. ‘All right, if you say so… but what are you here for, then?’

‘Check-up.’ She answers simply, gesturing to herself. ‘My body’s a little… different compared to other KanMusu,’ Bismarck sighs heavily, dropping back down onto the bench, her eyes looking guiltier… at what? ‘I have to come in for periodical checks – all of us have to. Admiral doesn’t trust the Shamans one bit.’ She lets out a nervous laugh. ‘Calls them de-sensitized pricks.’

You stifle a guffaw.

Bismarck throws her cone over you... and it lands in the trash can by the tent behind you, a perfect arc of a shot. She pumps a fist in celebration right after.

>Write-In

>>1145542
>What do you mean by 'different'?

>>1145542
>What do you mean by 'different'?
>Is that why you're looking a bit sullen?

>>1145551
This

>>1145542
>>1145551
This.

>>1145551
i am joining bandwagon with this

>>1145551
these work

>>1145551
that ougtha work

>>1145542

>What do you mean by 'different'?

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‘What do you mean by… different?’

Bismarck bobbles on her heel and tip-toes, her eyes unfocused. There’s a troubled look to her – and a hesitation that you had seen too many times in the mirror for you to truly forget. Bismarck had behaved very oddly since the start of your little conversation… there had been an attempt on her part to put some sort of odd front to you, but it’d only resulted in you realizing that she was middling sort of depression and a what you perceived as a manic desire to remain cheery.

‘Sorry Commander, but a girl’s got to have her secrets.’

She playfully raises a finger to her lips. You’re not convinced one bit, however.

‘Bismarck!’

You spin around, making eye-contact with Akashi, who was rushing towards the both of you clad in her usually bikini and lab coat, an envelope tucked underneath her arm. Catching sight of you, she stops just before you and Bismarck, thinning her lips as she takes the envelope

‘Oh, Commander; I didn’t know you were back yet. They told me you’d in Ominato for a bit.’

‘Yeah, well, work to do and all that jazz.’ You shrug.

‘Bismarck, I told you to wait for me.’ She turns to the blonde KanMusu, baring her fangs. ‘I just compiled the data and you have a – !’

‘How are they?’ Bismarck snaps, a tone of urgency and panic in her voice.

For the first time in forever, you see Akashi turn… apologetic and hesitant.

‘They’re working.’

Bismarck goes stone-faced, if only briefly. She bites her lips as she takes the file from a distressed-looking Akashi.

‘I’m sorry, but there’s still nothing I can do.’ She shakes her head. Bismarck didn’t appear to be listening to her, clutching the envelope tightly. ‘Everything’s in there, as you know… but I can’t do anything to change it. All your functions are normal and expected. There’re no deviations of any sort – if anything, you’re a little too – !’

‘Healthy.’ ‘Thanks, Akashi. I appreciate it, really.’

‘I don’t understand why you do this to yourself.’ ‘You know that there’s nothing we can do for you, but you just…’

‘I can refer you to some others.’

‘I don’t think The Admiral’ll like that.’ She forces a smile, bowing. ‘But again, thanks. I’ll see you in a – !’

‘Please don’t keep doing this to yourself.’

She doesn’t reply, eyes on the envelope.

‘Have a good one, Akashi. Commander.’

She hurries away without another word.

‘So, what’s broken, torn or ruptured this time?’

You blink.

‘I didn’t say anything.’

‘You don’t need to say anything.’

>‘You mind telling me what’s up with Bismarck? She was pretty… depressed.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
>‘Do you have time to give this a quick fixer-upper?’ (Show your arm)
>‘I came to just talk.’ (Try to avoid her fury)
>‘Actually, you know what… I forgot what I came here for. Hah.’ (Leave)
>Write-In

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>1145694
>‘You mind telling me what’s up with Bismarck? She was pretty… depressed.’

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1145694
>‘You mind telling me what’s up with Bismarck? She was pretty… depressed.’

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>1145694
>‘You mind telling me what’s up with Bismarck? She was pretty… depressed.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>1145694

Bismarck? She was pretty… depressed.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1145694
>>‘You mind telling me what’s up with Bismarck? She was pretty… depressed.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)

>>1145695
>>1145697
>>1145699
>>1145703
>>1145705
Well, you guys won the roll.

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‘What’s wrong with Bismarck?’

‘I’m sorry, but that’s patient-doctor confidentiality.’ She answers you quickly – it was as though she had recited it right out of a book. Ooyodo would’ve been proud. ‘And I’m not sure if I appreciate you trying to be intrusive, Commander.’ She adds in crisply, likely hoping for you to drop the topic. It would’ve worked… if she hadn’t called you intrusive in such a dismissive and harsh tone.

‘I’m not trying to be intrusive.’ You reply defensively. Your brain racks in all that you know – the little that you are able to piece together from your last encounter to find a hint as to the nature of her distress. Something, miraculously, clicks. ‘Is that why she’s assigned to the First Admiral?’

‘What does that have to do with anything?’ She shouldn’t have replied at all. The slight widening of her eyes and the defensive stance she takes now pretty much tells you that you were on the right track.

‘The First Admiral isn’t on the active list – she’s retired and well off, but The Admiralty’s not the type to ignore an asset. Houshou was reactivated. I find it hard to believe that Bismarck, a Battleship-Class KanMusu, if I’m not wrong there would just be walking around in a kimono helping an old lady around the house. Stop me if I’m wrong here – I don’t think The Admiral’s fighting fit… but Bismarck sure is, and with her skill, should be at least with Kongou or under The Court of Admirals.’ You rub your shoulder, meeting her gaze. ‘How far off the mark am I?’

She stays silent for a moment, before sighing and gesturing you to move into a nearby tent. Hesitantly, you walk inside – it’s full of unused medical apparatus. Akashi closes the flaps behind her, letting out an exasperated sigh.

‘Bismarck is a woman.’

‘I’m well aware of that, yes.’ You chuckle.

‘I mean she’s a full woman.’ ‘Working parts and everything.’

‘Yeah, and Kaga has working lady bits.’ You raise an eyebrow.

‘Not ones able to produce a gamete and ovum that is sustainable enough to accommodate life. These are meant to be shells – simulations. I can bet you’ve seen what we really look like underneath all this flesh.’ She gestures to herself. ‘Bismarck is an anomaly in that somehow is that her reproductive organs aren’t simulations. They’re the real thing.’

‘What’re you trying to say here?’

‘Bismarck… she’s able to pregnant.’ She rubs her temples, looking away from you. ‘Her brain isn’t as hard-wired as Carrier’s to that front of human psychology or whatever you can call it, but she is the first and thus far, only fertile KanMusu on record. She can have babies.’

You almost lose your balance.

>‘That’s what she’s so depressed about?’ (Disbelief)
>‘What’s so bad about being able to have babies?’ (Confused)
>‘Wow. That’s some incentive.’ (Joke)
>Write-In

>>1145755
>>‘What’s so bad about being able to have babies?’ (Confused)

>>1145755
>‘What’s so bad about being able to have babies?’ (Confused)

>>1145755
>‘What’s so bad about being able to have babies?’ (Confused)

>>1145755
>‘What’s so bad about being able to have babies?’ (Confused)
i can only think bad things here, an explanation akashi sensei

>>1145774

Probably tons of loaded questions like
"Will the baby be KanMusu or human?"
"Will we have to give it citizenship?"
"Can we let a KanMusu raise a child, won't we have to take it away for its own safety?"

I'm hoping for some good news, but..well...civvies are full of that 70's Marvel attitude.

>>1145778
Think about it this way. They won't even give Atago a graveplot.

>>1145778
im complely surprised she isnt straped in some super secure lab with continuous tests and such

>>1145779

Yeah, that was what I was working from with my reasoning.

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‘What’s… so bad about being able to have babies?’

Akashi looks at you incredulously, her eyes taking a… strange, dim light.

‘We’re machines of war… in a manner of speaking. We have interests, a little hobby on the side, friends… but we don’t have a future. When this war ends, one way or another… it’s ours, too.’

Your good eye widens; you shift uncomfortably in your feet, unsure if you were willing to believe in the implications that she had presented before you. Still, she goes on, hands in her pockets.

‘When we first found the anomaly… back when she was hit really bad; we were only just able to patch her up, the reconstruction matrix, the Fata Aqueous, we thought it did something, then we found that it really didn’t.’ She raises a finger and her thumb. ‘This is a little gross for you, but a period isn’t out of the question for a KanMusu, but the whole point of the event is that it’s just a simulation. A practice for the body based on the understanding of the human anatomy. Structurally, you’re aware how we’re 99 percent people. It’s meant to give the illusion that we’re…’

She shakes her head.

‘We found some things when we ran diagnostics.’ Akashi hesitates, shifting uncomfortably in place. ‘It was unreal. Healthy ovum production… from the shell of a spiritual construct.’ She smiles wryly, her eyes shimmering now. ‘Bismarck couldn’t believe it… I don’t think any of us did. She tried to… tried to desensitize it.’

You knew what she meant.

‘She what?’

‘We operate based on the perception that we have a shelf life.’ She answers coldly… and reluctantly. ‘Bismarck isn’t any different from any other KanMusu on that aspect.’

‘A shelf life?!’ You snarl, the whole fiber of your being in raging disbelief.

‘I told you, when the war goes… we don’t expect to go on for much longer than that, presuming that we even reach the end, hah.’

Her attempt at humor only has you gaping in further disbelief. Had she gone mad?

‘Bismarck, she… she can’t handle it.’ Akashi lets out a breath. ‘She can’t go into battle knowing that she…’

She bites her bottom lip.

‘That she might have a future.’ Akashi looks up at you with a sad, wistful smile. ‘You know, little brats running around the lawn, scolding them to come in and eat… maybe she’ll even find someone that’s going to be willing to stick around long enough to pay the mortgage and rub her back.' She lets out a humorless bark. 'Stupid, isn't it?'

‘Does anyone else know about this?’

‘The Admiralty is aware… same goes for The Admiral – our Admiral. The old Vice-Admiral did too, but he’s out of the picture now.’ She looks at you uncertainly. ‘I don’t feel comfortable talking about this… can we change the topic, please?’

>Write-In

>>1145792
>Wave with squeaky arm. "Oops?"

>>1145792
>sure, can you check my arm?
i dont like that mentality, they are living sentinent beings, they arent artificial or something, shigure nearly when on a rampage for FUCKING VENGANCE that as human as it gets
they got their future after the war earned as far as im concerned

>>1145792
I think... it's not stupid. I have no idea how you might feel but in the very least those emotions are just as real as anyone else's.

>>1145792
I may just be a monster but have tried actually knocking her up and seeing what happens? Or why they are 'real' and nobody elses?

>>1145802
>>Wave with squeaky arm. "Oops?"
>"I'm sorry I keep damaging this"

>>1145819
This

>>1145819
This

>>1145792

>>1145819
>>1145822
These two.

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‘Is this a good time to ask you if you could fix my arm?’

Akashi’s brow furrows as she raises her head, her expression one of confusion.

‘Your arm?’ She questions quizzically, staring you up and down. ‘I just – !’

With great difficulty, you raise your prosthetic – or rather, you will your exoskeleton to rise along with your arm. The battered, slightly warped metal is made known to its smith, whose mouth goes agape and whose face becomes ashen scanning the scratched surface of the Kantai Steel material. Her silence says it all – you can tell that she must be surprised that it was in such bad condition… and you want to sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, but between Shigure and the Command Unit, it just couldn’t be helped, really.

‘I was kinda backed into a corner.’ You grimace. The arm creaks – the stiffness worsened since you arrived here. ‘Can you fix – ?’

The sound of amused chuckling reaches your ears.

‘Akashi?’

‘Hee… Hee… you’re getting pretty cocky, aren’t you, Commander?’

You’re not sure if it’s even Akashi anymore… but a hideous pink thing that seemed to have you rooted to the ground, eyes blazing in a maddened gaze and its lips turned upwards like a fox.

‘Do you understand the resources that go into the production of a top-of-the-line, magically sensitive exoskeleton?’

‘That a lot of them do?’ You shrink back timidly.

‘Precisely!’ She slaps her hands together, walking towards you. ‘Do you know who has to hammer them down and get them spic an’ span?’ She raises two fingers right underneath your nose. ‘Five guesses. ALL FIVE DON’T COUNT!’

‘I’ve asked you time and time again, you know, to just – just give me a break.’ She says it with the voice of a heartbroken mother. ‘I have other people to tend to, you know? Other duties. Do you know how much sleep that I lose over the inevitable stinkin’ backlogs that come through at the worst possible time?’

‘Most of it?’ You squeak.

‘Exactly!’ She’s in your face again, hyperventilating like a madwoman. ‘And do you care about that – of course you don’t. You don’t think,’ She pouts her lips, speaking in an affected voice, ‘oh, my dearest Akashi might have a whole lot of crap on her plate and doesn’t need this. Maybe I’ll just sit down and drink some tea and try not to make her life miserable!’ Her maniacal grin returns.‘But you don’t think like that do you?!’

‘You’re upset.’ You try to back away. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t know that this was such a bad time… maybe I’ll come back when there’s – !’

Something in your prosthetic pops the whole arm goes limp… and you see a spring and a nut along with some plating clatter messily onto the floor.

And Akashi just keeps smiling.

BAD END

>>1145916
>Akashi just keeps smiling.
RIP in peace us.

>>1145916
god damn it

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Katori-Sensei and Kashima-Shishou’s Docking Extravaganza

‘My, my, young man, what a predicament you are in… or were. Didn’t your parents tell you to take care of things that are bequeathed onto you? No, no, no, this will not do! Go back and try again!’
‘Katori-nee!’
‘Oh dear, it appears to be my adorable little sister. What is it, Kashima?’
‘This isn’t the GAME OVER screen! The DM is just going to sleep for now and leaving it to us to entertain the players while he rests.’
‘E – Entertain? I guess it can’t be helped, I guess I’ll – EH, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN’T THE GAME OVER SCREEN?! I FINALLY GET MY CHANCE TO DEBUT AND THIS IS HOW I’M TREATED?!’
‘Ano, I don’t think it’s about how you’re treated, to be honest with you… the players have just been doing very well in this quest that the DM doesn’t know what to do sometimes. It’s not easy to do his job.’
‘I suppose… so, what are we supposed to do?’
‘Ah, we can always discuss the lore of this world. Taiyouga is based on Japan, isn’t it?’
‘That it is, my adorable little sister. Taiyouga holds many similarities to Japan geographically, save for a land connection between the nation and the continent that holds The Haszad Union. Culturally, though, it’s more akin to a mix of Japan, Germany and The American Midwest. Taiyouga was once the host to the League of Nations and was considered to be the leader in world diplomatic relations, despite their lack of raw military strength, but that all came to an end when a few decades ago, they decided to take The Zuluvan Eternal War into their own hands.’
‘I wonder if the DM is going to be sued… Resident Evil 5 and Zuluva seem very similar.’
‘Ohoho, my inquisitive little sister, impossible – because culturally, Zuluva is more akin to the best-selling tabletop game Warhammer 40,000!’
‘That doesn’t make things any better, Nee-san…’
‘Until next time… I’m Katori!’
‘Ah, and – and I’m Kashima!’

SAYONARA!
^_^7
^o^7

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The table is as uncomfortable as you remember. You hadn’t been conscious for most of the times you’d laid on it, but you don’t dare doze off right now – not when Akashi was on the warpath. Your flesh and blood arm lay out in the open, bits and pieces of metal floating around it: screws, bars, plates of the dark persuasion were held up by the magic of a trio of fairies as Akashi, her crane gear out, performed some sort of medical surgery to bind the metal to you once more.

You shrug slightly, feeling your shoulders stiffen from the extended time you had spent lying down.

‘Stop fidgeting.’ Akashi warns, the hooks on the edge of her cables as rune-like markings glow around the pieces of metal. ‘The tricky part is aligning the magic circuit with what would be your working neurons… if you want me to turn your arm inside out, feel free to keep at it.’

‘Should I be awake for this?’

‘No, but I want you to suffer.’ She answers as she picks up what you think to be a screwdriver. ‘I’m not doing any surgery or cutting anything open – you’re fine awake or asleep.’ She frowns at you through those orange goggles. ‘You’ve done this before… I thought you’d have a better memory for it.’

‘Yeah, sorry.’

‘I’m surprised that you were able to get it into a state as bad as this.’ She indicates one of the discarded plates, warped and cracked. ‘What were you going up against? An Abyssal Command Unit?’

You don’t answer.

‘I’m sure there’s a story behind this… but to be frank?’

You wince as you feel a jolt at the side of your neck. A fairy had done something there.

‘I don’t really give a damn at this point.’

One of the fairies lands on your bare chest, looking up at you curiously.

‘Try gripping your hand.’

‘I am.’

She lets out a curious noise.

‘Your pinkie’s moving… that means the spell hasn’t synchronized properly with your muscle strands.’

‘I know the exoskeleton acts like a magic link to replace my screwed up nervous system and all that jazz… but I’m more curious as to how I’m going to clean my arm out when I need to give it a wash. I know it’s pretty airtight, but gunk builds up, right?’

‘The arm’s designed to keep anything foreign out. It’s attuned to your own signature. You’re not going to build up a stink for quite a while.’ She answers nonchalantly, fusing something around your wrist. ‘But if you really need to get it clean, I can install an induction port if you think you’re getting a stench. I doubt you’ll see much use of it, though.’

A flash of light almost blinds you. A strange heat is felt all around your arm, as well as a cramping sensation in your neck. A weight seems to come down on it for a moment… before leaving. The fairies chirp cheerfully as you see that…

‘You’re done.’

You grab a paper cup from an adjacent table, crushing it in the palm of your hand.

‘Groovy.’

>Write-In

>>1146814
>Thanks for the fix. I'll try to keep it from getting broken for at least a week

>>1146824
this

>>1146814
Supporting >>1146824

>>1146814
I'd say tell her how you busted it up, even if you're not naming names.

She's got a good head on her shoulders, and she deserves to know.

>>1146931
at this point in time she doesn't even care anymore, but i agree in telling her about the abyssals

>>1146941
I was under the impression we stopped Shigure going full hate mode, and she (inadvertently) damaged the arm because we were literally holding her back. Somehow.

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‘Thanks, Akashi.’

She doesn’t say anything, giving your prosthetic a once over, a clipboard in hand.

‘Arm up.’

You obey her request.

‘Arm down.’

You do so.

‘Grip.’

You carry out her command.

‘Turn.’

You turn your wrist.

‘Is there a lag of any sort on your part? A delay?’

You shake your head.

‘Not that I can notice, no… works just as well as the last one.’

She scribbles something onto the clipboard, muttering under her breath.

‘You know, if you weren’t a Commander, you’d be knee deep in debt right now.’ She points her finger at you, making you jump ever so slightly. ‘Installing and maintaining a Kantai Steel prosthetic isn’t easy or cheap.’ She scowls. One of the fairies lands on her finger, ruining the effect, but it doesn’t deter her. It positively frightened you how much she resembled a barely-restrained tiger. ‘You’re lucky that the mechanisms for your exoskeleton were as unscathed as they were. I don’t know what you get up to, but the system’s not open for abuse. Understood?’

You do the only thing you can do. You nod.

‘How’s your eye, by the way?’ She peers at your eyepatch, a flash of concern arriving upon her features.

‘I’m still seeing mountains, flames and rivers when I see KanMusu and Abyssals.’ You admit… carefully omitting the part about your vitriolic occupant. ‘Is that normal?’

‘It’s a mutation. Not much I can do about it… is it passive, active or involuntary?’ She scrunches her face, unfazed by your reply.

‘A mix of all three.’ You grumble, remembering the incident in Haszad. ‘Don’t get me wrong, it’s got its uses… but sometimes it just feels like my eyeball is boiling.’

That part you can definitely live without.

‘It’s not your eye. It’s your brain… being a Commander, you’re already pushing certain boundaries that humans are meant to take, at least mentally. I’m surprised that you haven’t turned in your hat and suit yet, with everything that’s happened.’ She tilts her head… and pokes you through the eyepatch, much to your annoyance. ‘But otherwise, there’s no discomfort, correct?’

‘It’s on and off… but otherwise, it’s okay.’ You admit.

She leans back and places her hands in her pockets, satisfied.

‘If you don’t have anything else for me… I think I have some rounds to do, Commander.’

>‘I heard there was a KanMusu Psychiatric Unit on-base. Would you mind elaborating on that for me?’
>‘Would you mind giving me a small rundown on Awakenings and Overrides?’
>‘I saw the Fata Aqueous tubs back in Ominato. Why don’t I see them here?’
>‘Akashi… do we have any individual biological records on Abyssal units?’
>‘No. Again, I’m sorry for being such a bother all the time.’ END ENCOUNTER
>Write-In

>>1147012
>>‘Akashi… do we have any individual biological records on Abyssal units?’
Desire to know more intensifies

>>1147012
>>‘Would you mind giving me a small rundown on Awakenings and Overrides?’

>>1147012
>>‘Would you mind giving me a small rundown on Awakenings and Overrides?’

>>1147012
>‘Akashi… do we have any individual biological records on Abyssal units?’

>>1147012
>>‘Would you mind giving me a small rundown on Awakenings and Overrides?’

I'll be seeing you guys after Friday prayers. That's about... 4 hours?

Assalamualaikum, yo.

quick notice to lurkers and those not in the discord. Take a break, Mech's got family stuff to deal with. he'll be back soonish maybe

>>1147072
Not family stuff. I'm first son so I have to go sort out the prayer stuff at the local Masjid. It's more an obligation than a family emergency.

>>1147012
>>‘I heard there was a KanMusu Psychiatric Unit on-base. Would you mind elaborating on that for me?’

>>1147012
>>‘Would you mind giving me a small rundown on Awakenings and Overrides?’

>>1147012
>‘Akashi… do we have any individual biological records on Abyssal units?’

>>1147012
>>‘Akashi… do we have any individual biological records on Abyssal units?’

>>1147018
>>1147023
>>1147026
>>1147724
>>1147014
>>1147024
>>1147750
>>1147845
2-way tie. Flipping a coin.

Coin flipped, winner decided.

>>1147012
>‘Would you mind giving me a small rundown on Awakenings and Overrides?’ or where I could read up on it?

>>1147875
Dammit was on the bus and for some reason the post didnt go through till I got home.

We should ask Akashi's opinion on what we saw happening with the Imps. Maybe she'll believe us?

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‘Would you mind giving me a rundown on Awakenings and Overrides?’

‘That’s… an odd request.’ She sets down the clipboard before grabbing a chair and dropping onto it unceremoniously. ‘Wouldn’t you have at least covered Overrides back when you – you know, did the training?’

‘I’d prefer to hear it from your side.’ You answer honestly. The more you knew about Awakenings and the mysterious nature of your Stream, the less surprises you could expect.

Akashi crosses her legs, smirking as two fairies land on her shoulders.

‘You’re actually the second person in the last couple of years to actually come at me with a question like that.’

‘Asking about Overrides and Awakenings?’

‘Asking about Overrides and Awakenings specifically because you think I’d have a different academical point of view about due to my status as a KanMusu.’ She crosses her arms, leaning back and eyeing you curiously. ‘Is there anything specific that you want to know?’

‘Anything you can drop in that’ll help me understand it more.’ You sigh, thinking back to your audition and the small camp that preceded it. ‘As far as I know, and that’s a stretch in itself, there’s some kind of mental override that’s installed in the RAY Interface to give a sort of… power boost to a KanMusu that’s been damaged enough. That’s as far as I can go in regards to the topic… if you can fill in any holes, I’d be better off for it.’

‘That is the basis of it.’

Akashi pauses for a moment, gauging you enigmatically.

‘An Awakening… is the logical conclusion of The Quickening or The Override in question reaching a zenith.’ She raises three fingers. ‘If you think of an Override as a power boost on the edge of death, an Awakening is the next phase… or its own subject altogether, depending on who you ask. The Quickening of an Admiral is usually associated with emotion and synchronization; the willing meld of KanMusu and human to give a tremendous boost in power. It’s almost always done at an emotional high when the resonant fields of the KanMusu and an Admiral she’s bonded to results in an explosion of spiritual energy. A lot of the professors that studied the subject, each of them explaining just how The Stream and The Override factored into it, but they’re so contradictory against each other that you’ll be a mess before you can find out anything concrete.’

‘What did you find out on your end, then?’ You frown, curious.

‘That the Awakening isn’t so much an explosion of energy… but a pseudo-evolution of KanMusu. I can’t say it for myself because I’m hardly the type suitable for the front lines… but a lot of them ignore that we’ve had Awakenings that happened independent of the nature of a Stream.’ Her lips form a thin line. ‘Thing is, all of them have been… pretty bad.’

‘An Awakening can happen without the synchronization? It might be its own thing altogether, then.’

TBC

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‘There’s no evidence disproving it, but if you ask me, the evidence can go off itself.’ You snicker at her grumbling. ‘A controlled environment is never the way to measure these kind of things; I believe in the original theory, but I do believe that the Stream, rather than a source or connection… acts as a stabilizer of the link rather than a true connector between KanMusu and Admiral. Credit to the humans – no offense – you guys are smart enough to come up with all these theories, but when you guys find the most convenient one and get the coinciding evidence, you mostly just call it a day and work around it.’

‘Still salty about that academics thing, huh?’ You smirk.

‘You have no idea.’

‘How does the Quickening factor into this?’

‘Most Awakenings that have happened on the field… aren’t what I would call true Awakenings.’ She continues, ‘A lot of them ignore the difference in control, power output and the like just because they see blue or gold flames. Just because things look the same doesn’t mean they are… but if you turn to a page in journal on the subject, they treat it the same anyway.’ She points at you. ‘Your Quickening, I believe… acts as a buffer to either break through the Override’s power boost cap and push us KanMusu over that line. My line of thought is… your Stream doesn’t just act as the connection, but a means of balance between KanMusu and Admirals, Commanders; the Quickening is something that enables you to push through where an Override would fail.’

You nod.

‘The Override is the same as forceful entry into a core. You don’t get any simpler than that – you’re throwing in your energy regardless of how the KanMusu accepts… or rejects it.’ Again, you nod – that much you knew. ‘You do away with the filtration; it’s not a pretty experience. We understand why it’s there… and Heaven knows it’s saved more lives than I have, I reckon, but it’s not something a KanMusu ever wants happening to her.’

‘I can see that.’

‘The Quickening, in comparison, is the synchronization of your essence and the KanMusus.’ She raises a finger on each finger, bringing them together. ‘It doesn’t do away with the need for an Override, but the resonance field where you and your KanMusu meet? The Quickening makes that a whole lot easier… and it allows a bigger boost – some of us would even call it evolution.’

‘A few KanMusu have reached this little point, this little evolution… and we gave it our own name.’ She puffs her chest proudly. ‘Kai.’

‘Kai?’

You’re interrupted by two ladies bursting into the tent.

‘Miss Akashi, we’re having a problem with the generator distribution grid – the maintenance unit won't proceed unless the supervision disclosure is – !'

‘I’ll handle it.’ Akashi gets to her feet.

She’s gone before you can get a word in. You are alone in the tent now.

>>1148112
3/4
>Visit Locations [Refer to >>1142923 (You)]
>Look for your KanMusu (Specify)
>Look for Admiralty Staff
>District Management
>Write-In

>>1148112
>>Look for your KanMusu (Specify)
visit Shigu and see if shes awake.

>>1148116
>>Look for Admiralty Staff
Go to the Admiral. Probably get a debrief or something, and see if there's been an update on Takao's side quest

>>1148116
>Visit Location [Trainer]

Let's double down on the fitness

>>1148112
>>Look for Admiralty Staff
We really should find the Admiral, since Takao's side quest is the last one we still have.

>>1148116
>>Look for Admiralty Staff
Ask about Takao's request

>>1148120
not for honor but for takao

>>1148116
>Look for Admiralty Staff

>>1148116
>Look for Admiralty Staff

>>1148116
>>Look for Admiralty Staff
Lets go talk to the major, see if we can pick up some sidequests

>>1148116

I don't really care what we do next guys, but please do remember: District Management.

Fingers has been feeling neglected, and we really don't want the town to go to shit.

>>1148143
Also something to keep in mind.

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You sigh as you grab your tee and jacket off the counter. The fairies, resigning too the fact that Akashi probably wasn’t going to be coming back to clean the mess herself, get to work, flying and magicking tools and bolts, putting them back in their places. You don your jacket and make your way out of the tent, back out into the caged inner compound. Walking towards the MP by the gate, you wave a hand, prompting him to opening it for you. Hands in your pockets, you trudge right out, past the Mess Tent and right out of the MASH compound. You had one place in mind.

A buggy stops not a few minutes later, empty save for the driver and a sleeping MP in the back seat.

‘Where to, sir?’

‘Command.’

The engine revs and the driver goes into gear, zooming along past makeshift army tents and crews towards the northwestern part of town. As he drives, you catch a better glimpse of the town – there were a few more bodies sifting through the rubble and helping out with recovery efforts. Although the place wasn’t quite bustling, at least, for now… there was some semblance of life. Shoplots were still empty, stripped by opportunists, but the amount of army, Admiralty staff and civilians working together to try to at least make it work again; it gave you a small flicker of hope that things could get back to the way things were. Where, despite the shadow of threat… people were determined to live their lives as they wished.

When this war ends, one way or another… it’s ours, too?

That would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?

‘Sir, we’re here.’

You’re shaken from your train of thought – the buggy had stopped right in front of the new Command Center, smack dab in the middle of the compound with a straight shot towards the sea. Thanking him, you jump out of the buggy and make your way inside… where, sure enough, the sound of humming machinery and the blue glow of the holographic projector

The Admiral, Fusou and Ooyodo were around what appeared to be a glowing blue hologram of Taiyouga.

‘Commander.’ He catches a glimpse of you. ‘Glad to see you’re in one piece.’

‘Admiral.’ You turn to the two present KanMusu. ‘Ooyodo. Fusou.’

The both of them bow deeply, leaving without another word.

‘I didn’t know that we had casual days around here.’ He gestures to your jacket.

‘I apologize, sir.’

He waves a hand, indicating it was only in jest, before leaning against the apparatus.

‘So, what can I do you for, Commander?’

>‘Sir, about the inquiry on Atago’s grave plot… has there been any progress?’ PROGRESS QUEST
>‘So what’s The Admiralty’s next move going to be, sir?’ (Ask about military tactics)
>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)
>‘Do you miss your family, sir?’ (Personal)
>‘Doing some advanced planning?’
>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’
>Write-In

>>1149857
>>‘Sir, about the inquiry on Atago’s grave plot… has there been any progress?’ PROGRESS QUEST
get this ball rolling again

>>1149857
>‘Sir, about the inquiry on Atago’s grave plot… has there been any progress?’ PROGRESS QUEST

>>1149857
>>‘Sir, about the inquiry on Atago’s grave plot… has there been any progress?’ PROGRESS QUEST

>>1149857
>>‘Sir, about the inquiry on Atago’s grave plot… has there been any progress?’ PROGRESS QUEST

>>1149857
>>‘Sir, about the inquiry on Atago’s grave plot… has there been any progress?’ PROGRESS QUEST

>>1149857
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

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‘Sir, about the inquiry on Atago’s grave plot. Were you able to get anywhere with it?’

The Admiral reclines in his seat… or as much as he was able to, anyway. It looked uncomfortable.

‘I tried my connections… turns out some burnt out old engineer isn’t going to get any favors.’ He rolls his shoulders, leaning forward – his expression was definitely one of regret. ‘The Navy was insistent that the cemetery was for the sailors who had passed on in the line of duty or had served with distinction during their careers.’ He lets out a breath, leaning back again; the chair creaks audibly. ‘The argument on their part is the same as it ever was – Atago was not one of them and thus ineligible on a legal basis to have a claim to a burial ceremony or a plot of her own.’

You let out a sigh, intertwining your fingers and turning your gaze towards the ground.

‘I see.’

‘There is another option, if you have the nuts for it.’ His mustache bristles… but your ears perk up as a sense of hope returns to your being. ‘I have an acquaintance. He’s an insufferable lout and miserable to share a table with…’

He mutters obscenities under his breath.

‘If you’re insistent on this pursuit, though, I can arrange a meeting between the both of you.’ He leans forward, looking you dead in the eye. ‘I have to forewarn you – he’s a hardass as they come and more traditional than a damn rowboat.’ The Admiral crosses his arms, his usual cool compromised. ‘I don’t know if he will help you… but I can guarantee that he’ll at least lend an ear to listen.’ The Admiral looks like he’s contemplating on his words. ‘He might have a bigger hold on the end-say, but I can’t promise you more than that.’

‘If it’ll help… I don’t see any reason to turn it down.’ After so long, you feel that Takao needed at least some degree of closure. ‘What – who do I have to speak to?’

‘Well, the brats back in the day used to call him Toecutter… but you’ll be addressing him as Captain, sir.’ He grunts, scrunching his nose. ‘Don’t try to play mind games with him, don’t try to make small talk unless it’s about baseball and don’t pretend to talk about baseball if you don’t like it or he’ll…’ He chuckles darkly. ‘well, his name’s enough of a hint.’

‘Is there a reason that you’re referring me to him directly, sir?’

‘Because I can’t stand being around him for more than five minutes.’ He waves a hand. That was an odd stance for The Admiral to take with this man. ‘I can wholly understand you not choosing to decline on the offer, but if you want to see him… I can arrange a meeting tonight at Mamiya’s. You’ll have to take it from there, though.’

He rubs his temples, elbow on the apparatus, waiting for your answer…

>Agree
>Decline

>>1150395
>>Agree
gotta try.

>>1150395
>>Agree

>>1150395
>>Agree

>>1150395
>>Agree

>>1150395
>Agree
We made a promise

Speaking of promises. COOKING LESSONS WHEN? That casserole still has to happen.

>>1150395
>Agree

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‘If it’s the only way, there’s really no choice, is there?’ You shuffle your feet. ‘If you can arrange a meeting between us, sir, I’ll try to see what I can do from there on out.’ You dip into a quick, deep bow. ‘I appreciate you doing this for Takao and I, sir.’

The Admiral considers you for a moment, and for that brief moment, you think that there’s a hint – no, a wave – of annoyance directed from him to you. He doesn’t answer you, making grumbling noise as you notice him taking out that familiar, battered pipe and biting on the bore, as if contemplating something. He shifts slightly before letting out a defeated, wry breath and throwing you another glance – one with an emotion somewhere between pity and frustration, if there ever was a middle point.

‘If you want it.’ He finally speaks.‘You owe me for this, Commander. You owe me big.’

‘Of course, sir.’

He moves to light his pipe… when a tiny fairy lands on the edge of its bowl and tilts its head, looking at the Admiral with large, innocent eyes. With a click of his tongue, he takes the pipe out of his mouth and deposits it into his front pocket before eyeing you up and down with what you recognized to be disapproval.

‘You might want to clear up before you meet him, though, Commander.’ He points to your jacket. ‘He may not like The Admiralty much, but if you meet him looking like that, you might as well throw yourself to the Abyssals.’

‘I’ll try to remember that, sir.’

He harrumphs, crossing his arms.

‘Anything else on the agenda?’

>‘So what’s The Admiralty’s next move going to be, sir?’ (Ask about military tactics)
>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)
>‘Do you miss your family, sir?’ (Personal)
>‘Doing some advanced planning?’
>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’
>Write-In

>>1150542
>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’

>>1150542
>>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’
Might as well see what he's got to say

>>1150542
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150542
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150542
>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’

>>1150542
>>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’

>>1150542
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

Have some prayers to do. Be back at 2.00 PM my time.

>>1150542

>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’

Im guseing put down, disable so cant fire guns or something, or used in a war agest other humans or all of the above in differnt orders

>>1150542
>>‘Sir, about the KanMusu… after the war, they…’

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‘Sir, about the KanMusu.’

He makes a disgusted noise, raising his hands and baring his teeth.

‘If you’re gonna ask me about bedroom antics, kid: I don’t know, I choose not to know and if I ever knew at one point or the other in my life, I have ignored and have remained ignorant.’ He throws an accusing look in your direction. ‘None of my business and all of yours.’

‘It’s not about that, sir.’ You hesitate. ‘It’s about after the war, what’s going to happen to them?’

The Admiral doesn’t answer immediately, electing to take out his pipe and light it. A fairy nears him, chirping angrily and stomping its feet mid-air before zooming away. He takes a puff from his pipe, thinning his lips before turning his gaze back down towards you, an unfamiliar sheen over his eyes.

‘You’re looking way too far ahead, Commander.’ He says in that gravelly voice of his, further enhanced by the puffing of his pipe. ‘As it is… we’re not sure if we’re going to be there at the end.’

‘In the hypothetical situation that we do see this through?’ You choose to pursue the topic anyway, despite all the warnings that The Admiral had thrown your way. It wasn’t so much your worry or curiosity that drove you… but the need for you, to close the book – to end this chase, one way or another. Your recently-rediscovered persistence was making its rounds again. ‘That despite the odds we do come out ahead… what next?’

The Admiral blows the smoke out between his lips.

‘I don’t know.’ He shrugs, but not in a dismissive manner. It was an admission of ignorance on his part. ‘I thought about it once… but I figured the more I thought about it the less I cared about the now. Officially – and unofficially – there are no plans of the sort to tend to the needs of KanMusu after the war. Although, I imagine that they’re probably just going to go Houshou’s route, if anything.’ He starts counting things down with his fingers. ‘Nice small house, a garden and some money so they can have a drink or two at the bar.’

He throws you a smile – cold, wry and regretful. You return it.

‘Let them live the rest of their days in peace?’

The both of you laugh. It’s hollow and humorless… almost in resignation.

‘It’s a good dream, isn’t it?’

A small part of you did hope it was more than just a dream, though… that after the fighting was done they would do as they had done with Houshou – and that the KanMusu would be able to live out to see the world that they had fought and bled for. Turning to the Admiral, you decide not to follow-up on the matter.

Your Admiral was right about one thing: it wasn’t the time to worry… yet.

>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)
>‘Do you miss your family, sir?’ (Personal)
>‘Doing some advanced planning?’
>Write-In

>>1150934
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150934
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150934
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150934
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150934
>>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150934

>‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’ (Inquire as to the state of the town)

>>1150937
>>1150952
>>1150958
>>1150977
>>1151026
>>1151089
Apologies in advance. Had to do a little gardening and fell asleep after it took longer than expected.

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‘How’s Yokosuka looking?’

The Admiral looks even more haggard, chewing on the tip of his pipe. He guffaws humorlessly, peering from under his cap and slumping a few inches down.

‘The city’s slowly getting back to the way it was… but whatever goodwill and faith we had with the people, that’s not coming back.’ He lets out a tired breath, his eyes looking dead ahead, focused on the apparatus opposite the both of you. ‘The businesses and the residents, the ones that left… they’re slowly being turned around to an idea of a return, but the fact that we were compromised? They’re not gonna be forgetting that anytime soon.’ He places his hands in his pockets taking another deep puff. ‘Still… nothing left but to fight at the end of the day, like always, I suppose.’

He scrunches his nose, annoyance now apparent in his gaze.

‘Other than that, I’m up to my eyeballs in legal documents that I can’t make heads or tails of.’ He clicks his tongue. ‘It looks like our old friend the Deputy Mayor’s challenging our stewardship of the city on legal grounds, the cheeky bastard.’

‘Deputy Mayor?’ You frown – you thought you’d heard the last of that joker. ‘I would’ve thought he’d try and be a lot less… ubiquitous after Takao handed him his marching orders.’

‘He is.’ The Admiral answers gruffly. ‘He’s not doing it directly. Those companies that he tried to sell the town to are backing fronts to push through with a legislative framework and demanding a legal precedent; according to them – that regardless of how the deals were made, the contracts that they established are still standing.’ He takes out a packet of tobacco from his pocket… frowning as he rubbed it – it was evidently empty. ‘I can’t get the full dictation that they laid out for me, but it looks like none of them have an intention of backing down on their… charity, so to speak.’

‘I don’t get it.’ You shake your head.‘What the Hell are they thinking doing this? I’m not even going to go into greed – why would they want a town that’s just been ravaged by an Abyssal force?’

It seemed like a stupid thing to do in the middle of a war.

‘Because it’s good business.’ The Admiral sighs. ‘If we lose, they lose it all… but until we lose, they’ll be making a killing. And if we’re all still breathing at the end of the day, well… I guess that’s why they say billionaires wake up with two ideas in the morning.’

‘How’re the people taking it?’

The Admiral puts on a sarcastic smile.

‘The people aren’t here to take it.’

>‘Do you miss your family, sir?’ (Personal)
>‘Doing some advanced planning?’
>‘Do you hold it against me that Nagato… wanted to serve under my Division, sir?’
>‘I’m sorry for taking so much of your time, sir… and thank you.’
>Write-In

>>1151513
>>‘I’m sorry for taking so much of your time, sir… and thank you.’
Alright, lets not overstay our welcome.

>>1151522
same, better move on and do other stuff like checking fingers

>>1151513
>>‘I’m sorry for taking so much of your time, sir… and thank you.’

>>1151538
From what i remember we checked on Fingers before we left on our last mission, so there shouldn't be that much that happend in 2 days.

>>1151513
We should get going on those cooking lessons.

>>1151513
>‘I’m sorry for taking so much of your time, sir… and thank you.’

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You move to take your leave. No doubt that you’d taken quite a bit of The Admiral’s time already… and judging by the lingering mood, there didn’t appear to be anything on either part of you to discuss with each other, for now. You’d leave The Admiral to his work; giving a salute, one which he returns with nary a word.

‘I’m sorry for taking so much of your time, sir… and thank you.’

You give a steep bow before turning on your heel and heading back outside. There was still some time prior to your meeting with the Admiral’s acquaintance; time that you could spend tying up a few ends that needed some attention. As you step outside, you encounter a familiar, if only mildly acquainted face, who, startled, almost trips over herself backing away from you.

‘Fusou?’

‘Ah, C – Commander!’ She manages breathlessly, trying to gather herself and dust whatever it is that unwittingly leapt onto her clothing – which you now notice is a casual, if slightly less-conservative, kimono. In her hands she held folders and a pencil case, her person more flustered – a condition you think is very common when it came to her, considering just how she’d struggled with those documents the last time you had seen her. ‘Did your meeting with The Admiral go well?’

‘More or less.’ You offer her a friendly smile. She looks downward, biting her lip, somehow nervous. ‘Is there something wrong?’

‘I heard what happened to the RAY during the operation… but everyone’s safe, right?’

‘No, I’m afraid they’re all dead. I just came in to turn in my badge and walk away from this life.’

You see tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

‘I’m kidding! I’m kidding!’

Somehow, your sense of timing with the jokes never seemed to improve – and it always came right after the realization that joking about their comrades being peeled off like petals on a flower was never the kind of thing to throw to KanMusu who were probably prepared for – but never get used to – the deaths of their sisters in arms. Fusou gathers herself quickly, but the laugh that followed after – probably to accommodate your attempt at humor only made you feel a lot guiltier.

‘Everyone’s fine. They’re in recovery in Ominato… and should be back by tonight or tomorrow morning, if all goes well.’

‘I’m… I’m so glad!’ She clutches her chest. ‘When I saw that you were taking them on such a dangerous mission, I had my doubts, but… really, fry cooks are something, right?’

You feel heat in your cheeks as she smiles at you. You weren’t interested of course… but that kind of praise was hard to come by, especially from pretty girls.

‘Thank you, Commander.’

She gives you a bow and disappears inside.

2/4
>Visit Locations [Refer to >>1142923 (You) (You)]
>Look for your KanMusu (Specify)
>Look for Admiralty Staff
>District Management
>Write-In

>>1151625
>District Management

>>1151625
>District Management
Maybe after this we can drop by the barracks to get ready for the meeting the Admiral set up for us.

>>1151625
>District Management

>>1151636
>>1151646
>>1151681
I'm just here to tell you guys you just wasted an action point on District Management that you've already sorted out few days ago in-game. District Management was advised to only be done around ocne a week.

But that's your screw-up. Not mine.

Commencing write-up.

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As a buggy thunders down the stretch, you raise your hand and thumb to hail it down. The vehicle stops on a dime, overshooting your mark by a mere foot or two… and its passengers all unload, tearful and in praise of their saints and Gods, kissing the ground and swearing to never maltreat a soul again. You shake your head, wondering just how melodramatic some people could get sometimes. The bunch of them grab their equipment from the buggy’s bed, hauling themselves to whatever work they had for the day. Without ceremony, you leap into the passenger’s seat, strapping your seat belt around you and turning to the driver.

‘Commercial District, please.’

Then you realize just why they had leapt out.

‘Hey, kid, what’s happening?’

Before you can leap out and run for the hills, the buggy’s engine roars to life. At the end of the seemingly endless road before you, you see a skeletal man in a snappy black suit, polishing his scythe and waving to you in a manner you’re not sure whether to find too offensive to be friendly. It’s too late to argue on the semantics, however, and everything becomes a mixed blur of grey, green and blue. You don’t know whether you’d gone deaf after the first 500 feet or were on the cusp of your own ascension to the Heavens above. You hang on to the side of the door, your teeth rattling and your skin feeling as though it was being liquified by the sheer violation of the laws dictated by existence. As the corners and protruding pieces of rubble approach, you move to scream at the cackling, chatty madman of a buggy driver, the Old Man who seemed to know one speed: his plus one. The hills that follow have you in a floating state akin to your experience in the RAY Interface… only this one seemed to be a perversion to science and magic rather than a marriage of it.

‘Sorry, I kinda spaced out there; we’re gonna have to take a shortcut!’

So that was why there were hills. He had taken a wrong turn.

You would have screamed, but you couldn’t make a sound.

You don’t know how much time had passed – it could have been an eternity or long enough that time just looped itself back to your present state

‘You okay, kid, you look kinda white?’

You shake uncontrollably as your feet touch solid ground… and wave the Old Man away, muttering him your courteous thanks under your breath. He zooms away, cackling madly.

Finger is at his usual spot underneath the tree, surrounded by clipboards and a small crate of what you recognized to be beer bottles.

‘Boss, what’re you doing here?’

‘I’d like to see the – the current district allocation.’

‘Um,’ he furrows his brows, looking around and handing you one clipboard, ‘sure.’

>Reallocate (SEE Document)

>>1151744
Please post in the format of:

Prosperity- X
Recruitment (Crew)- X
Recruitment (Merchant)- X
Security- X

>>1151744
round things a bit

>Prosperity- 30
>Recruitment (Crew)- 40
>Recruitment (Merchant)- 31
>Security- 40

>>1151744

Prosperity- 35
Recruitment (Crew)- 40
Recruitment (Merchant)- 35
Security- 31

Maybe we can hang out with our boys to pass the time

>>1151760
If you guys just wanted to do that you just key in the Location and decide to go there.

>>1151764
Cant we do both since we're already here?

>>1151768
You consume a point in sorting out the changes and your men. You can use another point to do the "hanging out" thing if you so wish.

>>1151771
Is our meeting with the navy captain going to cost a point?

>>1151759
>>1151760
Flipping a coin between these two.

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You had to hand it to Fingers: he knew talent – or brains – when he saw it. The six men before you tapped their pencils and rustled their folders as they hung onto your every word, writing down the changes that you had seen fit. You feel a little embarrassed speaking to a group of thugs that could have knocked you out like a school teacher delegating assignments to students, but it’s not something you dwell on. There were a few questions that were raised, but otherwise, you have to admit that they were much calmer compared to when they

‘Everyone got it?’

There’s a murmur of agreement from your men. One of them ribs the other… and he hands him back a pen.

‘Good.’ You put your hands on your hips. ‘Everyone knows the schedule, then?’

There’s another chorus of agreement.

‘All right, gentlemen.’ You clap your hands together, dismissing the group. ‘I guess we’re done.’

You walk out of the building and back onto the street, the sound of whirring machinery and cracking stones once again hitting your ears. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy the head electrician, a contractor and a few new workers chatting beside a cement mixer. The place hadn’t changed much in the last few days – not that you expected it to, but Fingers had a good hold on things here when you weren’t around… which was most of the time, anyway. Fingers, still inside the building, was giving some last minute instructions – probably so that there wouldn’t be a clash between your requests and the others.

Taking a small jaunt of the immediate area, you spy the changes that had happened since your arrival. The old lady was taking out her buns, offering them to a few military men that had decided to make a quick stop at her establishment, small and obscure as it was. The bakery was modest and homely, but the men enjoyed it enough to come often… and with your long delay in solving the mysterious attacks, you were thankful that some sort of option had developed, even if it wasn’t by your hand.

The most popular stall was still the –

‘Look, it doesn’t matter what attack – Torpedo Cruiser Kitakami-sama gains an extra instant effect this turn and it’s able to be activated in the event of any damage.’ One of your men crosses his arms, pointing at a shorter man with a crew cut across the table. ‘Regardless of who triggered it.’

‘You can’t direct a counter-attack to yourself, dude!’ His compatriot raises a small notebook.

‘I can target any KanMusu Card on the Ocean. Doesn’t say I can only target yours!’

‘Obaa-chan, how much for that seven pack?’

Of course the card shop would be the most popular one.

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>Visit Locations [Refer to >>1142923 (You) (You)]
>Look for your KanMusu (Specify)
>Look for Admiralty Staff
>District Management
>Write-In

>>1152039
>go get some cooking classes

>>1152039
>Visit Locations
Mamiya's Restaurant.

Should probably start that cooking class some time.

>>1152039
>>1152053
>>1152059

>Cooking Lessons please.

>>1152039
>Visit Locations
Mamiya's Restaurant.

>>1152039
>>Look for Admiralty Staff
>The Major
sidequest start

>>1152039
>Visit Location(Mamiya's Restaurant)
Meeting the Captain in our apparel will get us killed now, hope we can stop by the barracks on the way there to get our uniform.

>>1152039
>Look for Admiralty Staff
The Major

>>1152059
This.

>>1152039

Buy some playing cards

>>1152039
>Visit Locations Trainers Gym

I still think we should get buff, putting it off just makes it harder

>>1152039
>>Look for Admiralty Staff
The Major
Lets get us some sidequests

>>1153733

We -have- sidequests, or at least a promised casserole that we still have to learn how to cook for KanMusu to pull off. Let's at least get that ball rolling before another mission pops up.

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The ride with the Old Man, as always, had left you rattled. There wasn’t much in you that wanted to have anything to do with a buggy for the rest of the day, so you elect to walk. The evening finally settling down, you decide to pay a visit to Mamiya’s. It had been quite a while since you’d dropped by just to have a chat with The Chef and the proprietress, and you didn’t want either of them to think that you were too busy to drop in and share a table with them. Giving one last look to the noisy district, you start to make your way to the beach-side road; along the way, you manage a good look at a few of the restored, albeit vacant buildings from before and how they now at least had some color to them; the Army had done a good job with parts of the town that The Admiralty hadn’t been able to reach or afford to restore – maybe the whole place would get back into the swing of things before –s

You stop in your tracks as you spy three children and a middle-aged woman in an alley, clad in thick, albeit ragged clothing and clutching a gym bag – you recognize a small toy, a large action figure of some soldier was sticking out of it. A girl, who looked the oldest among the children was clutching a box of what looked to be Admiralty-issued supplies, staring at you with an expression somewhere between surprise, hesitation… and fear.

Giving them a nod, you go on your way. The last you see or hear of them is hushed whispers and the scampering of feet and the light tapping sound of rolling pebbles of rubble, right as you step outside onto the main road and are once again greeted by the sound of a rushing truck carrying a plethora of soldiers.

It’s not long before you end up in front of Mamiya’s. Pushing the entrance curtain aside, you go inside to see the place already at least half-full. You recognize Ikazuchi and Inazuma at a table with a maintenance crew member, who looked to be happily playing a round of cards with them as Irako rushed from table to table, serving drinks and small confectioneries to customers.

‘Heya, Commander.’ She gives you a friendly wave. You return the greeting and she goes back to her work.

‘Oi, what did I tell you lot about bringing that in here?!’

You fight down a smile as you see the Head Chef, out of the kitchen and glaring at a few members of personnel at a table, who had some kind of ceramic lamp post they were puffing, pointing an angry finger as Mamiya tried her best to calm him down.

‘Come on, man, it’s been a long day.’

‘You’re about to make mine longer, you mong.’ He growls – the men don’t take him seriously, of course, going back to their puffing. ‘You lot and – !’

‘It’s been a long day.’ Mamiya gestures him back behind the counter. ‘They could use a break.’

Reluctant and grumbling, he complies.

>Talk to Irako
>Talk to Mamiya
>Talk to Head Chef
>Talk to others (Specify)

>>1157419
>>Talk to Mamiya
learn how to use the Salt and have the DD's test our creations

>>1157419
>>Talk to Head Chef
Gotta ask him for the lessons

>>1157419
>>1157437
>>1157434

>Talk to Head Chef

Head Chef is the one who gives us introductory lessons, Mamiya is for the advanced techniques iirc.

>>1157471
Mamiya's the one to talk to for learning how to use the Tanaka Salt though

>>1157488
He had to see a specialist to learn how to cook Tanaka Salt, and that specialist is the Head Chef

>>1157488

Dude, this was literally spelled out for us in previous threads. Head Chef to learn the basics, Mamiya for advanced stuff.

>>1157419
>Talk to Head Chef

>>1157419
>Talk to Head Chef

>>1157512
>>1157519
alright disregard what i said, i suck dicks.
Still if we make anything have the DD's test it out

>>1157578
You are a cruel person.

I like the way you think.

>>1157419
>>Talk to Head Chef

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You make your way behind the counter to see The Chef preparing some sort of wrap for a few customers. The cook in you looks on in awe at how deft his movements were and just how much less a mess he left in comparison to when you had worked. You weren’t a bad cook, but the way he did it had you feeling a little green – minimal wastage, a clean board and no leaks from the wrap. He hits the bell and takes out some more bread from underneath the counter, reading off a note that had been stuck onto the glass divider, muttering under his breath. Irako comes not a moment later, picking up the plate and rushing over to the next table as he gets to work with the next dish… this time taking out what appeared to be a jug of… water?

No. It was liquified Tanaka Salt. Even from here you can see the thickness – the viscosity – of the liquid. This was Tanaka Salt at its most volatile form – it was hard enough for you to make heads or tails of it in its solid state, but liquified Tanaka Salt was a whole different beast. As you’re about to finally get his attention, he pours the jug into a saucer and produces what looks like a plate of lightly seasoned – and you finally notice, steamed – chicken breasts into the saucer before throwing the set into a small plastic bag… before shaking it and dropping the contents onto a plate, varnishing it with half slices of bread and some lettuce and tomato bits. It takes you a while – to your embarrassment – to realize just what it was that he had just cooked up.

Finger sandwiches. He had just made a plate of finger sandwiches.

‘Steamed.’ He mutters under his breath. He hits the bell and this time Mamiya is the one that comes to collect it, heading over to a table… where Zuikaku was seated next to a KanMusu you don’t quite recognize, with dark hair and clad in an old-fashioned sailor blouse.

‘Commander.’ You’re shaken from your thoughts by The Chef, who was now washing his hands in the sink opposite the counter/ ‘Didn’t expect to see you here.’

‘I had some time on my hands.’ You return, putting your hands in your pockets. ‘Thought I’d drop by and say hello.’

‘Of course you are.’ He frowns, sniffing the air and spinning around, eyes back on the table of MPs and crew members he had yelled at before. ‘If ya pricks wanna burn the place down you’re free to turn up the burner!’

Again, Mamiya comes to his side, nonchalantly raising a hand as she gets to preparing her own set of meals.

‘Let it go.’

He turns to you, snarling and jabbing a finger in her direction.

‘Bloody Hell, it’s like she doesn’t know how to stomp her foot down.’

‘I heard that.’

>‘I’ve decided to take up on your cooking offer… if now’s a good time?’ (Ask about lessons)
>‘Not having a good day?’
>‘How’re you liking it here?’ (Inquire)
>'I see that it's quite tumultuous here.' (Quip)
>Write-In

>>1157773
>>‘I’ve decided to take up on your cooking offer… if now’s a good time?’ (Ask about lessons)

>>1157773
>‘I’ve decided to take up on your cooking offer… if now’s a good time?’ (Ask about lessons)

>>1157773
>>‘I’ve decided to take up on your cooking offer… if now’s a good time?’ (Ask about lessons)

>>1157773
>‘I’ve decided to take up on your cooking offer… if now’s a good time?’ (Ask about lessons)

>>1157773
>>‘I’ve decided to take up on your cooking offer… if now’s a good time?’ (Ask about lessons)