>>1424177
>>Write-In
tell her about Nagato

>>1424177
>A battleship, ma'am, Nagato.

>>1424177
Nagato

>>1424177
lets just say that there are several claimants and we are all taking it one step at a time, with the war and all at that too

>>1424215
please do not forget we just told bestko that we have feelings for the carriers too, aka kaga and hosho, so choosing nagato out of the blue may be a bad thing to say

>>1424177
>we can see a claimed man a mile away,
Claimed by all the women we banged.

>>1424201
>>1424203
>>1424212
>>1424215
>>1424221
Have you guys come to a consensus yet? My murderboner rages.

>>1424224
It's something that wizened women seem to have. The women in my family apparently have the ability to tell when a man "belongs" and "doesn't belong" or "is looking". Must be something innate to that spectrum of the sex.

>>1424233
Consensus should be "mention Nagato and the carriers"

>>1424233
>>1424244
What about Takao? Weren't we her first love?

>>1424245
we can also mention her

>>1424233
>>1424215
>>1424252
So is the plan to list off everyone we've banged?

>>1424258
more like the girls who have a claim on us

>>1424259
So everyone we've banged?

>>1424245
You're her first try at a boyfriend. She's still trying to get the hang of this "human" thing and Kaga isn't exactly a reliable or responsible influence.

>>1424244
>>1424258
>>1424259
This is taking way too long. I'll just type up the gist of things that I'm interpreting. Writing up.

>>1424266
Waifus are srs business, QM.

>>1424266

"Some sort of time share"

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‘It’s that obvious?’

You laugh, not knowing how else to react to the situation—she’d perfectly read you in a few short hours. That had to be a new record.

‘I’d say that it’s impossible to hide that kind of skip in your step,’ she mentions further, ‘I may be a little long in the tooth, but you’d be a fool to think that people wouldn’t be able to recognize someone who’s actually been around—and continues to be around—someone that makes them genuinely happy, or in your case, Commander… several someones?’

Your cheeks turn a little pink as your shoulders slump.

‘That…’ you really can’t find it in you to finish that sentence.

‘Oh, that one is easy.’

You pause, considering the old woman for a moment. Despite how she looked, she was in possession of a remarkable amount of insight… or, alternatively, you were just that easy a mark. You choose to believe the former—mostly to preserve your own ego.

‘Well,’ you run a hand through your hair as you crouch, letting out a sigh, ‘if I’m being honest, I’d say it operates on a time share basis, I guess?’

The First Admiral glares at you, unamused.

‘All right—wrong choice of words…’ you rub your cheek, suddenly feeling thoughtful, ‘but by the way things are going, I’d call myself a shared property or a public good? I… I’m as new to this thing as they are and I don’t know how well I’m doing, but I guess all I can say is that I’m trying… I’m trying to keep them safe and content as best as I can. Is that good enough?’

Her expression doesn’t change.

‘That is up to you,’ she answers, taking a seat on the porch. ‘How you feel and how you want them to feel all depends on how you wish to be seen and approach things—my approval or the content of others are non-factors if you wish to evaluate your own role in this web of connections that you have built. How you manage it is all up to you.’

You let out a sigh.

‘When I signed up for this job, the most I expected out of myself was to sit behind a desk or a RAY Interface and occasionally ogle pretty women… but now, all I see is that every mistake and success that happens, it’s not something that burdens or benefits me, but my team. To that, I’m ultra-thankful for Nagato, for Kaga and Takao… and Houshou for clearing up the gaps where I can’t make it, but I guess there’re times I just feel kinda useless; that I should be doing more than just what I’ve given.’

‘You don’t have to promise a woman the world… but you do have an obligation to give her as much as she gives you back,’ the First Admiral offers, before adding, ‘and with all those women under you, I suppose it would be many times more.’

She folds her hands.

‘My question is are you prepared for that?’

>‘I'll cross the bridge when I come to it.’
>‘I’ll try my best.’
>‘No guarantees.’
>‘Not that committed to that ideal.’
>Write-In

>>1424352
WHOOPS.

>‘I'll cross the bridge when I come to it.’ (Dutiful/Realistic)
>‘I’ll try my best.’ (Optimistic)
>‘No guarantees.’ (Pessimistic)
>‘Not that committed to that ideal.’ (Reject)
>Write-In

>>1424352
>>‘I’ll try my best.’ (Optimistic)

>>1424353
>‘I’ll try my best.’ (Optimistic)

Hope is what makes us strong

>>1424353
>>‘I’ll try my best.’ (Optimistic)

>>1424353
>>‘I’ll try my best.’ (Optimistic)

>>1424353
>‘I’ll try my best.’

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‘I’ll try my best,’ you declare, hands on your knees as you get to your feet. ‘I can’t promise more than that.’

The First Admiral regards you flatly, her annoyance at your words clear as day.

‘Losers go home talking about how they did their best,’ she retorts haughtily. You wilt ever-so-slightly, wondering what you could have said to ‘Winners save the day and get the girl.’

‘It would be irresponsible on my part to not at least help you on your endeavor, though, as your senior and superior,’ she moves her hand under the fabric of kimono in a swift motion, ‘Here—I believe you’ll be able to make use of this.’

She takes something out of her kimono, handing it our for you to take. Tentatively, you pluck it—a shred of paper—from her fingers with your prosthetic, bringing up to your nose and giving it a scrutinizing gaze. It was a set of digits and what appeared to be a poem. Or at least… what you perceived to be a poem.

As the stone shapes into steel,
And the blade is to the hand,
By the embers of this boon,
You may call me friend

‘It’s… a phone number and address?’

‘When you think that you’re able to spend a day or two uninterrupted, call that number and recite the words,’ she instructs, dusting off the hem of her doura. ‘I understand that you’re in possession of a lot more firepower than you have any right to be exposed to… but considering how desperate these times are, such measures couldn’t be helped… on either one of our parts.’

‘Ma’am?’ You furrow your brows, growing more confused by the minute. ‘Just… what is this?’

‘It’s not safe to say what it is out in the open… there are ears everywhere, even if we don’t think there are,’ she answers cryptically. ‘But seeing as things have become worse than they have ever been and that you seem to be at the center of it all… and ill-prepared as it is, think of it as a token from my part—to make up for all the hardships that you have gone through in taking this post.’

‘Is this supposed to help me?’

She raises an eyebrow, bemused.

‘In a way—but ultimately, it will depend on you, of course,’ she taps the shred of paper. ‘But I hope it really will—as things are, we cannot afford to lose anymore ground. And when you… talk with whoever it is on the other side, be sure to not aggravate them. They are not creatures of patience… and they have less time for you and than they do the hours of the day.

‘That’s an odd way to put it.’

The First Admiral sighs.

‘They don’t talk with anyone these days… but hopefully, they’ll honor my boon. Heaven knows that you’re the last person that I’d hand it to, but seeing just who you have under your Division, you’re going to need all the help you can get.’

>‘I was hoping that I could ask you a few more things, ma’am.’ (Ask more questions)
>‘Thank you.’ (Leave)
>Write-In

>>1424407
>>‘I was hoping that I could ask you a few more things, ma’am.’ (Ask more questions)
get that knowledge

>>1424407
>‘Thank you.’ (Leave)

>>1424407
>‘Thank you.’ (Leave)

Paper sounds like a desperate option to take

>>1424407
>‘Thank you.’ (Leave)
She just gave us a shaman's phone number, didn't she?

>>1424411
>>1424412
>>1424414
>>1424416
I'd also like to apologize in advance for the delay. I've been double-boxing between this and the event; DMM is still slow on my DNS and ISP so I've been mostly glaring at the screen.

>>1424416
seems like it
if it is that means we get to lear something from the spiritual side of things FINALY

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‘Thank you, Admiral,’ you give one last bow, ‘I’ll put it to good use.’

She nods in return.

‘I’ll get someone to escort you to your vehicle—PRINZ-CHAN!’

Before you can protest the indignation of being escorted by what was effectively a teenage girl, Prinz was right beside the First Admiral, wearing a comically stern expression as she waited for further instruction.

‘Yes, Admiral?’

‘Please escort the Commander to his vehicle,’ she practically commands—to which Prinz offers a salute of acknowledgment. ‘This is where we part for now, young man… good luck.’

The both of you exchange salutes one last time, and Prinz Eugen leads you towards the door, where you hope the Old Man would already be revving up the engine for the long drive back to Yokosuka. You feel a little guilty for not being able to allow him to indulge in the patin that you and the First Admiral had feasted upon; it wasn’t the usual you to let someone just go hungry like that. You hoped he’d had a good meal in town—or if he hadn’t returned yet, that he was enjoying a meal.

‘I’ve never had steamed fish and soy sauce before,’ Prinz comments, looking a little pink in the face. ‘Your Division… they must enjoy your cooking every night, don’t they?’

You chortle heartily, shaking your head.

‘I don’t usually have the time to cook for my Division—it’s rare that they’re even around to eat when I have the time to do it,’ you elaborate further, ‘the most I can manage is breakfast and whatever quick rations come my way… so it feels kinda nice to get away from that and actually make something decent,’ you count down the fingers of your prosthetic, hastily adding, ‘not that I’m complaining about what we’re getting back at the barracks of course, banana burritos as far as the eye can see.’

She sticks out her tongue as she pulls the heavy doors open.

‘Commander, those taste horrible! They’re too sweet and sticky and too big!’ She makes a spidery motion with her fingers, wearing a disgusted expression. ‘It’s like they were made for boys!’

You’re not sure if you should feel offended by that remark.

‘You all done, kid?’

And there was the old man in the driver’s seat of the jeep… finishing up a sandwich large enough its bread could probably be used as a club. The last time you’d seen bread like that it’d broken a nose of your co-workers.

‘Yeah—let’s head back, old man,’ you raise a hand—the engine revs loudly, as if on cue—before turning back to Prinz and giving her an earnest salute, ‘and thank you for being such a good host.’

She grins brightly, before turning merrily skipping back into the compound.

As your foot steps onto the jeep, a stray thought strikes you… before disappearing just as quickly.

‘Forget something, sonny?’

You shake your head, dropping into your seat. Maybe it would come back to you in the morning.

END DAY 46

>>1424501
did eugen just say she could taste things?

>>1424851
that she did
fast theory is that their spirits WANTED to have a human form, instead of being forced to like ours, that would explain why bisko is fertile and such

AND I THINK that this is fucking weird, because its a battleship, a heavy cruiser and two destroyers mucking about here and not in romeria
i could understand bisko alone with that fertile thing but a whole squad?

>>1424854
I just wonder why these combat ready ships are living with her in the first place. Bismarck gets a free pass because the fertile shock thing, but the rest?

>>1424873
i belive it can be called as a favor to the first admiral
feels a bit too big of a favor, however

>>1424873
We know that Romeria didn't like handing command of anti-Abyssal operations to the Admiralty, and the krautbotes got transferred here because of that. Though why they ain't fighting on the frontlines is probably something only the FA knows

>>1424854
Was it ever confirmed that our girls were forced into human form though? IIRC Mech explained that their desire to keep fighting and save people was what allowed them to be summoned in the first place.

>>1424959
they WANT to fight for humanity, never doubt that
thing is, that to get them HERE, in real reality from that plane of shipgirls and other oddities, they needed a body, and a human body was the easiest they could (i belive) or the best they could do to fight abyss

>>1424967
I dunno, it just seems odd that the German ships are the ONLY ones who wanted to be in human form... I just think there's more to it than that.

>>1424977
german engineering sekai ichiiiii!

untill i get some hard facts on spirituals this might actually BE why bisko is so damn efficient

>>1424959
I never said that. It's their desire to finish off their business and duty where they perceived they may have given a little less than they could have. I believe that I brought up the revenant comparison once or twice.

Also, session in 1 hour and 13 minutes.

>>1424977
I'll give you a hint:

ROI.

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You let out a burp as you groggily regain consciousness, feeling your neck stiffer than it ever was. Silently, you lay blame on the old man—again—for deciding that fifteen minutes out from town was the perfect time to start bringing back his urban habits. The nightmare of a ride had had hit you in the most opportune of spots, resulting in your neck and shoulders feeling like they were in a permanent brace. Grunting, you swing your feet over onto the floor, pushing yourself up as you take in inventory of your surroundings. This was your room, all right… and that meant you weren’t stuck in some strange limbo as a result of the otherworldly maneuvers the old man had taken in his task of bringing you back to Yokosuka. You slap your cheek; yes, this was definitely the grounded reality of your barracks.

Glancing downwards, you spy Kaga still solidly in the land of dreams, wrapped in the blanket of her futon.

You wonder why she would be down there—usually she’d be right next to you in bed.

Thinking nothing of it, you give your neck a good rub before discarding your clothes in the corner.

‘Commander?’

You turn to the rising form of your carrier, rubbing the sand out of her eyes as she squinted to get a better look at your form. Kaga, bless her heart, looked as tidy as she was getting off the sleep train as she did doing her day-to-day duties. You wonder for a moment if KanMusu just came with an automated tidiness module of sorts that kept certain things from going out of place when they weren’t up.

‘Good morning, Kaga.’

‘You came home late last night,’ she yawns, shaking her head, ‘I expected you back around the evening… we were wondering where you were.’

You’re slightly surprised that they would worry with you even with a few hours out—but then again, you did leave a note that you’d be back soon… before you took that small detour to drop Yuu off at the First Admiral’s. You also remember that Kaga was already sound asleep by the time you’d returned, as was everyone else… save for the noises coming from Murakumo’s room. Even the weekend didn’t take out the desire for a good night’s sleep, you supposed.

Not that it seemed any different around here, weekend or weekday. Everyone was still working their socks off for hours on end.

‘I took a little detour,’ you explain yourself, stripping your top and picking up your towel, ‘took a little longer than I thought it would.’

‘Oh.’

She yawns again… as the sound of a knock on your door reaches your ears.

You make a move for a door, opening it to reveal your Sub-Commander, a slightly anxious look plastered across her face.

‘Nagato?’

‘Oh, good, you’re back’—she lets out a sigh of relief—‘everything go fine with the Court?’

>‘Fine.’ (Assure)
>‘Not so good.’ (Pessimistic)
>‘It’s confidential.’ (Dismissive)
>Write-In

>>1425976
>‘Fine.’ (Assure)

I mean, it seemed to go fine.

>>1425976
>‘Fine.’ (Assure)
nada on our case

also they still dont know about stealth imps, i think

>>1425976
>‘Fine.’ (Assure)

>>1425976
>>‘Fine.’ (Assure)

>>1425976
>‘Fine.’ (Assure)

we need to ask nee-san how princesses regenerate in exchange we could let her look through more of our memory's or make her dwelling nicer.

>>1425976
>>‘Fine.’ (Assure)
>>Write-In add-in
We did come to a frightening scenario though...

>>1425986
They're notified. Every time you do your paperwork, you give your mission reports as well.

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‘It went as well as it could,’ you admit, remembering the stern and disapproving faces of the Court Admiral. The bunch of them working on a weekend was probably the straw that broke that mule’s back. ‘Chances are, they’re not going to be prying into the Division’s business… for now, anyway.’

Nagato blinks, looking thoroughly surprised.

‘That’s it?’ She questions, her hands gesticulating in tandem with her unsure tone. ‘You’re not being punished?’

You shrug.

If you were honest with yourself, you were surprised that you got away with a few yells and angry statesmen, even if you were paraded like some sort of bullseye for their ire. The most that you took away from it was that the Court Admirals did seem a little more receptive of your actions than you had expected and the representatives of the Lords

‘I was actually called in to give a testimony more than anything else,’ you explain further, rubbing your neck—it just felt so sore. ‘I mean… I did ruffle a few feathers here and there, yeah, but overall, I think that it went really well.’

You pause.

‘I didn’t get my head cut off, so anything more than that’s a bonus for me,’ you joke… and then see Nagato’s thoroughly relieved expression, followed by the one thing you didn’t expect.

Tears.

‘N-Nagato?’

‘I’m sorry, but I… I’m just so glad!’

Before you can react, you find yourself engulfed in a titanic hug by your normally-disciplined Sub-Commander, who was letting out uncharacteristically happy mewls as her arms coiled around you like hungry, desperate snakes. Her considerable strength aside, Nagato was already about your height… and that meant that in the closing of proximity between the both of you, your face was practically mushed against her cheek. Not for the first time, you’re reminded that despite looking the part of a leggy supermodel on a good day, you’re in the embrace of a weapon of war.

One that was very nice to look at and that you couldn’t operate without, but one that could pop your head from your shoulders if she so much as entertained the thought.

‘Hey now—come on, Nagato!’

‘I’m sorry, I’m just so… glad!’ She states, sounding thoroughly delirious. You immediately regret not taking the opportunity to get a breath for yourself as she tightens her hold on you, sobbing almost hysterically right by your ear. ‘Musashi and Yamato wouldn’t be here if I didn’t ask you to do it… and you got into so much trouble just because I asked!’

You don’t know how she arrived at such a conclusion.

‘It was hardly the only thing that I was on trial for,’ you squeak.

You feel something hitting you from the back… and another pair of arms moving across your belly.

‘Kaga, what the—?!’

‘I believe I am owed this affection.’

>‘Come on, you two…’ (Shuffle yourself out of their embrace)
>Let them hug it out

>>1426378
>>Let them hug it out

>>1426378
>Let them hug it out

>>1426378
>Let them hug it out

>>1426378
>>Let them hug it out

Mention the first admiral also when we're done.

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You sigh in defeat, uncomfortably shifting so your lungs could get the odd breath as the embrace—Nagato’s comically and uncharacteristically firm hug combined with Kaga’s playful and opportune one—your body falling practically limp as you just stand there, a towel in one hand and shirtless, waiting for them to get it over and done with. It tickles your thoughts that this was one of the few times that Nagato had broken out of her usual disciplined self. It was rare that you had the opportunity to see her blubbering like this—not that you wanted to see it often, mind—but seeing her break out of what you’d practically registered as routine struck a chord of amusement within you.

After all, it was nice to see her act human instead of just your efficient Sub-Commander once in a while.

You feel her hold slacken slightly as the thought leaves you… but not by much. Kaga, however, was still snuggling into your bare back.

‘You done yet?’ You raise your arms as you whisper into Nagato’s ear. She lets out small whining sound that seemed like it was a sort of a ratification in regards to your question, but she doesn’t quite let go just yet. You suddenly feel something going where it shouldn’t be—and as much as you enjoy the sensation, whirl your head around, raising the eyebrow of your damaged eye to Kaga. ‘You know, in some countries, that’s rape.’

If she cared for it, she didn’t show it, instead giving your member a delicate stroke with her finger as she wore a smug look.

‘You could at least let me have my fun,’ she giggles teasingly, nuzzling into your back. ‘We haven’t done it since you dropped those pounds… I’m actually quite curious to see if there’s any change in your performance.’

You can’t help but roll your good eye—Nagato’s snort reaches your ears at the same time you do, and you manage to spy that she was wearing an amused grin, even from this tight angle. Her grip finally slackens before her arms fully detach themselves from you.

Kaga’s, however, stays.

‘Kaga.’

You feel her hand waving your thing up and down playfully… it would’ve been funny or arousing if the tip wasn’t dragging along the lining of your pants.

She chuckles, finally letting go. You turn around to see her raising her hands like a caught criminal, but otherwise still wearing the same smug look she did before.

‘You’re blaming me for what only comes natural? I thought you were my Commander, sir…’

You sigh, picking up your towel.

‘Commander,’ you hear Nagato’s voice sound. ‘I was wondering if you would be free this morning?’

‘That depends—what for?’

‘It’s about Iowa… she called me to assist in her recovery; I thought that you would like to observe progress.’

>‘Why would Iowa want me around her?’ (Question)
>‘I guess I’m free enough today.’ (Agree to it)
>‘I actually have some plans, sorry.’ (Decline the request)
>Write-In

>>1426788
Do we actually have any plans for today?

>>1426788
>>‘I guess I’m free enough today.’ (Agree to it)

>>1426788
>‘I guess I’m free enough today.’ (Agree to it)

>>1426788
>>‘I guess I’m free enough today.’ (Agree to it)

>>1426801
It's 6 slots of free roaming.

>>1426788
>>‘I guess I’m free enough today.’ (Agree to it)

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‘I guess that I’m free enough today to consider it,’ you agree to the proposition—although you are a mite bit more confused than you had been before, ‘but I don’t get what you think that I’d be good for—I thought Loudmouth and Yuubari would be handling her recovery, actually.’

You halt mid-stride—you didn’t want to forget your toiletries again. Kaga, having already foreseen your absent-mindedness, hands you your toothbrush, toothpaste and the rest of them in a neat plastic bag, rolling her eyes as she does so.

‘They are,’ Nagato responds to your inquiry, crossing her arms underneath her chest and pursing her lips, looking somewhere between annoyed and resigned, ‘but Iowa wants to ease herself into things a little… more quickly. Her condition’s not as bad as Yamato’s, so she’s still able to remain operational so long as the fairies give her adequate service, but… I guess you can say that she just doesn’t want to feel herself getting rusty—she was the lone Vanzer KanMusu, after all. I’d imagine her regime would be a lot more intense than anything we’re used to under your command.’

You move to nod… before stopping and furrowing your brows and shooting Nagato an accusing glance.

‘Nagato, are you calling me an inadequate Commander?’

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, sir,’ she answers, but the ghost of a smile told you that there was probably more of a jab in her words than you’d previously experienced. ‘But considering that you’re quite the newbie at Battleship maneuvering, I thought that I’d instruct you on our prowess at the same time. I’m not so out of it that I’m not at least able to give you a small, private lesson or two when it comes to how we operate… and I’m sure Musashi would appreciate you not going insane when you finally take her out for a spin.’

‘I HEARD THAT!’

You hear a voice coming from the showers.

‘GO BACK TO YOUR SHOWER, MUSASHI!’

‘OKAY!’ your other Battleship responds, before once more calling out, ‘IS ALOE VERA THE ONE WITH THE SCENT OR IS IT LAVENDER? I FORGOT!’

‘LAVENDER, MUSASHI!’

‘GOT IT!’

Nagato rubs her temples as you discard your pants and wrap your towel around your waist.

‘You’re saying that what I’m doing out there’s been detrimental to you?’

You make your way past Nagato, who follows right behind you.

‘I’m saying that you’ve been operating on standard battle procedure—and when that fails, you’ve been playing it by ear; I won’t pretend that it’s something that I’m all right with, and you’ve pulled us out of a few fires… but luck does run out.’

You frown.

‘So is this about me or is this about Iowa?’

Nagato merely shrugs as the both of you enter the bathroom.

‘Are you saying that you suggesting that you've moved beyond the realm of my instruction, Commander?'

>>1427032
>'I don't think I'd ever get used to this job, really.' (Concede the point)
>'You know I'd never move out of your realm, Nagato.' (Flirtatious answer)
>'Feels like you're kind of holding my hand a little too tight, actually.' (Frustration)
>'Maybe I have.' (Aggressive)
>Write-In

>>1427032
>>'You know I'd never move out of your realm, Nagato.' (Flirtatious answer)

>>1427040
>>'You know I'd never move out of your realm, Nagato.' (Flirtatious answer)
Deflection ho!

>>1427040
>'You know I'd never move out of your realm, Nagato.' (Flirtatious answer)

>>1427040
>>'You know I'd never move out of your realm, Nagato.' (Flirtatious answer)
we want nagato to see us in the jacket and ONLY the jacket

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>>1427127
>Chubby guy in only a jacket

>>1427032
>>'You know I'd never move out of your realm, Nagato.' (Flirtatious answer)

That double embrace seems to have gotten us a bit hot and bothered.
Maybe we even try to make a flirtatious move. Whole new Commander inbound

>>1427040
>'You know I'd never move out of your realm, Nagato.' (Flirtatious answer)

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‘You know I’d never move out of your realm, Nagato.’

You slip her a wink for emphasis, smirking as naughtily as possib—

She doubles over.

Dropping to her knees, she laughs so loud that you wonder if she was half police siren, clutching the frame of the door, tears at the corner of her eyes as she alternates between gasping for breath and barking out her laughter. Your ears turn red as you consider your Sub-Commander, normally stoic, reserved and disciplined, looking like she’d been whispered a classic in her ear. You suddenly feel exposed, embarrassed, wishing to take back everything in the last ten seconds. She’d never reacted in such a manner before… all the more reason that you feel a little bit dead that your attempt at flirting—a response to alleviate her worries—had done more than just reassure her.

It’s also turned you from her superior to some awkward, gangly sixteen year-old who had just tried asking out the school’s most popular girl.

‘It’s not that funny, you know,’ you rub your nose, your voice sounding more like a squeak than an indignant defence.

‘I—I’m sorry, but your should seriously hear yourself say it,’ she continues, giggling, ‘flirting definitely isn’t your color.’

She smiles kindly, her hand on your cheek as she regards you with those loving crimson eyes and that neat crease of her brows.

‘I just want you to know that,’ you pause, cupping her hand, ‘I don’t think I’ll ever creep out from under you—at least, not fully enough that I’d never need you.’

She actually looks taken aback by this answer.

‘I’m not saying that I’d… dump my load on you every time the going got too tough for me, but I think as long as we’re here and as long as I’m me, it’d be hard for me to find somewhere I can actually fall right back on and not expect you to pull me right back up,’ you offer her a half-smile, ‘I know I ain’t as competent as the others that could’ve had this job… but I think that as long as you’re there to keep me in line and vice-versa, it’s not something that I’d like to see change… if that makes sense with you, I mean.’

‘You’re not that handsome,’ she teases—your grimace grows in response, touching her forehead to yours, ‘but you got the bunch of us in the palm of your hand, so you must be doing something right.’

‘Ouch.’

She hums softly, the both of you standing under the doorway, one hand gently touching your side.

‘You must have had a lot of practice leading up with those lines,’ she teases further.

>‘If I’m being honest… you’re the first. You, Kaga, Houshou, Takao… never met anyone that caught my eye like you guys.’
>‘Did you just compliment my looks?’ (Latch on)
>‘Yeah, there was one back when I was in high school.’*
>‘I had a nice workmate that I had a crush on… didn’t go anywhere, though.’*

*Post pictures of THAT GIRL

>>1427427
>‘If I’m being honest… you’re the first. You, Kaga, Houshou, Takao… never met anyone that caught my eye like you guys.’

>>1427430
>>‘If I’m being honest… you’re the first. You, Kaga, Houshou, Takao… never met anyone that caught my eye like you guys.’

>>1427427
>‘I had a nice workmate that I had a crush on… didn’t go anywhere, though.’*

[Desire to know who THAT GIRL is intensifies]

>>1427434
You decide. Post a picture. It can be Kotegawa Yui or even Samus for all I care.

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>>1427427
>>‘Yeah, there was one back when I was in high school.’*
[Poster Waifu test subject is superior, she has to listen to our lines and she can't say things you don't want to hear!]

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‘If I’m being honest… you’re the first. You, Kaga, Houshou, Takao—I have to really be honest, I’ve never really met anyone that made me not just settle for who I am, to be better than I was the day before.’

She snorts briefly before smirking once more.

‘And how many movies did you have to go through to come up with that line?’

‘I’m just being honest here,’ you reply indignantly. You still had your pride as a man to consider, after all. ‘I’ve said it a million times, and you might think it’s weird for me to keep saying this, but… thank you for not just sticking yourself out for us… but for pulling me through whenever I needed it—there’re no bunch of girls who I’d rather rage against the end of the world than than this Division.’

She raises an eyebrow, looking so smug that you could swear Nachi was somewhere in there tugging at her emotions.

‘Hm,’ she gives you a quick peck on the chin as she hums very audibly before pulling back, ‘and you call yourself a neophyte.’

You give a wink with your good eye as you detach from her, making your way to the bathroom sink and setting down your toothpaste and toothbrush. Washing your face and cupping water with your hands, you begin your day ritual with a gargle—you had your plan for the day laid out for you… practically, at least.

You’d spend the morning with Iowa and Nagato doing whatever they had planned… and then you could do whatever you damn well pleased because there was still at least a quarter of a weekend to waste right after that and as a man in possession of that time to yourself, you’re adamant that—

‘Commander?’

You stop mid-reach, the tube of toothpaste barely inches from your finger as your head turns towards… an undressing, red-faced and very, very inviting Nagato. You’d seen her nude before; you’d seen the curves of her breasts and the felt the softness and warmth of her skin, the rough yet tantalizing shape of her abdomen and her strong legs.

But never like this.

At least not most of the time.

‘I was wondering…’

You hear the tell-tale sound of a drip… and it’s not from the pipe.

‘Since things are a little… messy as they are…’

She tosses her hair over her shoulder, her black locks bouncing and stretching as though they were the very threads of fate itself. A scent practically assaults you—a musk, only more primordial than the stiffening of your bones.

‘If you would like to indulge me?’

She lifts her arms above her head, her defined form practically jutting itself in your direction, wearing a shy, welcoming smile… and a heat that you can feel even from here.

You could have sworn that you had a towel.

>‘Nagato, we, uh… I don’t actually think this is a good time. This is a… well, it’s a public…’ (Azure walnuts)
>‘I… ah…’ (Indulge her)
>Write-In

>>1427465
>‘I… ah…’ (Indulge her)
we did not drop so many unsaid i love/desire you to go celivate now

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>>1427465
>We told Kaga "no" to the same proposition
>Goya might be around

I must pick the only possible option.

>‘I… ah…’ (Indulge her)

>>1427465
Commander is a pushover in the best of times, in moments of southern power transfer...

>‘I… ah…’ (Indulge her)

>>1427466
>>1427467
>>1427469
THE VOTES HAVE SPOKEN. HOWEVER, AS I DO NOT WISH TO BE BANNED, I WILL BE GLOSSING OVER THIS SCENE FOR NOW AND WILL WRITE IT UP (ALONG WITH THAT OTHER ONE WHERE YOU DID KAGA UP THE BUTT) WHEN I HAVE THE TIME TO DO SO. FOR NOW, HOWEVER, PLEASE ENJOY THE AFTERMATH OF YOUR INDULGENCE.

>>1427465
>>‘I… ah…’ (Indulge her)
time to give her the affection she deserves, LEWD HEADPATS INCOMING....I hope

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You and Nagato uncomfortably scrub yourselves as Musashi—who really should have just buzzed off by now—watches the both of you with a look of utter amusement as your two shower mates shoot you smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes. Nagato bumps into you, cheeks red and mumbling an apology… and the tell-tale sound of something dropping, flowing from between her legs

‘So the Commander would indulge the request of his favorite but not so much as fuck our asses in our sleep, huh?’ Houshou throw you a glance, a demon waiting for its chance to gut you with no sense of mercy whatsoever. You want to say something to defend yourself… but being caught unloading everything from the span of days and weeks into your Sub-Commander’s expectant heat took the wind out of those sails very quickly. ‘We don’t even need to be asked for permission, and what do we get from such an irresponsible, selfish Commander? We catch him plowing away… makes me think that I’m not beautiful enough to indulge in.’

Houshou pouts as her voice takes a sarcastic tone, looking as displeased as she had been before.

Nagato squeaks, her bum bumping into your as she continues to scrub herself.

‘Ah, that’s right.’ Kaga begins in a sing-song voice practically leaning out from under her shower head to shoot you a look that screamed of betrayal, continuing in a weirdly monotone voice, ‘I leave myself defenseless every night and don’t care for permission, Houshou… and yet I don’t find my asshole any looser or my pussy filled anymore than it was before—make a girl feel like she’s not needed at all.’

‘Oh, that is very right, Kaga—but maybe he just has a type of girl, after all, maybe we’re a little too easy for him?’ Houshou says in an effected voice, haughtily snorting. She sounded like a chamber maiden. ‘Maybe he doesn’t like something so easy.’

‘Hey!’ You retort, feeling offended.

‘Perish the

‘I think it’s pretty impressive,’ Musashi chimes. For a moment, you’re thoroughly relieved that there was someone that—impressive? ‘I’m not going to pretend that I know a thing about doin’ it, but man, Commander, your semen’s pretty thick, isn’t it? It was practically caramel the way I saw it drippin’ outta there.’

She makes a gesture with her index finger and thumb, grinning widely.

You’re mortified.

Kaga’s expression flushes as she throws your member a glance… while Houshou places a finger on her lip, suddenly speechless save for the odd opening and closing of her mouth, looking very thoughtful.

Nagato covers her face with her hands, looking the very part of an embarrassed school girl.

>Scrub yourself quietly
>‘FOR YOUR INFORMATION, THAT’S HOW SEMEN’S LIKE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!’ (Defend yourself)
>‘Come on, guys, knock it off.’ (Call for calm)
>Write-In

>>1427483
>‘FOR YOUR INFORMATION, THAT’S HOW SEMEN’S LIKE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!’ (Defend yourself)
IM A MAN DAMN IT!

>>1427483
>Write-In
>"Very well, you two." (Give MECH another threesome scene to deliver)

>>1427492
voting for this, since those 2 are CLEARLY asking for it, also, sushi likes to watch very much

>>1427483
>>1427492
Agreed, Commander understands the duty he must perform in order to keep his squadron operational.

It must be done for the good of all.

>>1427492
And then Iowa comes bustling in and starts bawling.?

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You cough, hoping to alleviate the situation as best as you can. The less they were throwing jibes your way along with the occasional comments about the thickness of your semen, the better. You decide to go the only way that you’re able to turn to… not that it wasn’t an entirely unwelcome method, but one you didn’t consider that much because of just how exhausted the days seemed to leave you. Having found your long—and miraculously—ignored libido, you stop scrubbing yourself and give your attention to your very annoyed Carriers.

‘I’ll be free later, so if the both of you are still feeling… backed up, I’ll gladly relieve you of whatever it is you think you need to, um,’ you struggle to find the words—as lewd as the topic was, you didn’t want to sound too vulgar, ‘whatever itch you need scratched.’

Kaga snorts loudly, catching your attention.

‘Your delivery is poor—you act like this is some sort of chore to you.’

‘I didn’t mean for it to be,’ you reply to Kaga, whose lips are pursed as she glares at you like a child denied a snack before dinner, ‘but you’re both obviously not going to be focused on the job if I don’t—!’

‘Commander.’

For a moment, you wonder how the First Admiral had made her way here from Benkei… but you come face-to-face with a suddenly-stern-looking Houshou, who, to be fair, could have passed as a daughter or grand-daughter to the aforementioned old lady. You find yourself quiet, meeting her piercing, seasoned but… slightly hurt gaze.

‘We’re not so mean to force you to do something you clearly do not seem to enjoy doing outside of the odd indulgence,’ she begins formally, over the sound of the falling droplets of water. ‘But considering just what we are, there are things that we… need and, for once, we actually think that—as inexperienced and inelegant as you are—that we could afford a sort of honesty from you. If you don’t… wish to do it with us outside of a set schedule or arrangement, we can come to an agreement—but we do not wish to be scene as… burdens in this aspect.’

Her lips thin into a line.

‘None of you are chores,’ you swipe the foam from your cheek, ‘or burdens. I want you here because I need you—as much as the Admiral needs me with a dynamite stick in my throat,’ the whole room erupts into giggles at that, ‘but’—you spare a quick, honest glance—‘I guess all I can say is is that I should be a little more attentive to your needs… and not just mine. I’m sorry.’

You bow.

‘I’m new at this too, so please be lenient with me.’

Houshou opens her mouth to reply… when another presence makes itself known.

‘Oh? What’s this?’

You look up to see Takao, throwing a confused gaze as she steps into the showers.

Nagato gives your butt a sympathetic smack.

[END INTERLUDE]

That's it for today. I'll see you folks tomorrow morning if all goes well.

>>1427535
>Takao walks in

Time to spend all free time on banging

>>1427555
>does this means 80's pron musics starts playing?

This isn't a story prompt, but I'd like you guys to decide on the special clothing you're willing to don.

>Casual Clothes
>Daughter's Shroud
>Commander's Outfit
>Swimming Trunks
>Fubuki T-Shirt

And what items you want to bring with you in:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing

Lets wear the Nagato jacket (AKA daughter's shroud) I think we should take the pass with us just because you never know when we will need it. Only other thing i could think of would be the bookmark and deck, in case we want to look into those. Any thoughts?

>>1428137
Sounds good to me. I don't see much reason to bring the deck and bookmark today, but I'm not opposed to bringing them.

>>1428137
sounds good to me. just bring the bookmark and deck along. never know when you might be drawn into a Duel. plus we might run into Nachi while wandering

>>1428137
sounds good on me

>>1428137
This

>>1428137
lets do this, waifu pride

>>1428137
I can dig it, I'm also assuming that we're wearing something under the jacket as well as pants, unless the stream has finally begun to claim Commanders sanity.

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You close the door to the barracks, your senses taking in the sensation of the autumn air as you do so.

The compound was as scarce as ever, the waves rolling peacefully, almost lazily, in the distance. Nagato had rushed out of the shower with that sympathetic pat on your butt, leaving you to the suddenly-chirpy whims of your Carriers. Musashi, who for some reason loved the idea of playing voyeur to your misfortune, had done nothing but watch you try to negotiate your bearings with Kaga and Houshou, who had taken your conviction to them with gusto.

Thankfully, Takao had decided that she didn’t feel like imposing too much on your already-hectic schedule—even at Kaga’s behest that your penis somehow translated to public barracks usage—and instead was content to take what she could get… and pointing out that if she so much as gave your nethers a kiss, that the Submarine was more likely than not to come charging in.

Sometimes you wonder if she was just too sweet for her own good, really.

If you were Takao, you’d be pragmatic and playing it to your advantage rather than just sitting back.

Then again, that was why she was the more mature head of your barracks and you were the one being practically lead by his Division’s leash tugs.

You’re silently thankful for the fact the Daughter’s Shroud that you wore had a practical use outside of being something that you bought just to show off to Nagato as a particularly frigid gust of wind blows and hits you dead on, reminding you that it was definitely autumn right now. You practically hug the thing like a blanket as you make your way down the street, the usual sight of workers, soldiers—and surprisingly, several fairies sitting on the window sill and actively chirping at one another as they lifted tools that were at least twice their size.

‘Did Deku go all the way to—?’

‘Yeah, something about arrangements or something like that—his parents were in Hajime so he’s got to sort that stuff out.’

Your throat tightens as you pass by the pair of soldiers, chatting reservedly about the crisis up north.

Bismarck’s words ring in your ear, all the way until you feel the texture of sand on your feet and your hand leaves the cold sensation of the railing… as your ears are greeted by the sound of grunts and yells from a familiar voice—you had arrived at the beach, deserted as it was, save for the two KanMusu zooming on the water at speeds that could have killed any other mortal, weapons out and trained on one another, but not quite firing. Blonde and brunette went each other with an aggression that could have made Shigure blush.

Nagato zooms in for a blow, only to find her attack blocked… and pushed off.

In that very instant, Iowa’s gear disappears… and she falls under the waves.

>Yell for their attention
>Keep watching them
>Write-In

>>1429637
>>Keep watching them

>>1429637
>>Keep watching them

>>1429637
>Keep watching them

>>1429637
>>Keep watching them

>>1429637
>>Keep watching them

>>1429657
>Iowa, in stark contrast, fought like a cornered rat—dirty and going for the jugular.

Worst girl

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It was as you had observed—Iowa’s exhaustion and stretching of her strength for her survival those weeks out at sea had taken a significant toll on her ability to maintain herself. Adding your on assumptions on the consumption of Battleships, you suspect that the toll must have been a lot greater than it would have been for any other class of KanMusu. Using Nagato’s hand as a support, she attempts to lift herself out of the water once more. Your eye throbbing slightly, you elect to undo your eyepatch to get a better look of the situation.

Strangely enough, there was no strain… aside from the odd pulse at the back of your skull, it would seem that you’d grown used to the advantages and drawbacks of your magical eye (you really needed to find a less silly name for it; the last thing you wanted was for someone to accuse you of being a Chuuni), or at least, in less stressful states such as these, it didn’t feel like it was threatening to explode or jiggle in its socket. You continue to observe the KanMusu in the distance, chatting about one thing or the other, Iowa appearing to hold onto Nagato for fear of dropping under the waves once more.

It was a strange sight, really, like two dancing flames—one solidly bright and tempered… while the other looked as though it was like it was a collection of roots, flames still, but otherwise faded, save for a crackling blue spot, an ember of sorts, right in the middle of it all. You feel as though you are breathing them in, the cold air forgotten and your body seemingly floating on the spot as you take in the sensation of their presence. You’d felt it before, with Kaga, with Musashi and Yamato… but rarely in this sort of state.

Even from here, they were warm and welcoming.

You’re not sure how long you’re standing there, but it must have been enough for a migraine to begin building up and Iowa’s equipment to appear visible once more. Iowa releases Nagato’s hand as she, again, stands on the water… taking opposite sides as yells fill the air and their guns train themselves on one another.

Even as Battleships, they couldn’t be more different.

For all you’d seen Nagato go through, right in her eyes, you’re able to observe that she was less a fighter on instinct and more of a methodical pragmatist. Even without the shells flying, you see her technique is conservative and anticipatory, not quite what you would call precise, but definitely held a reluctance to move unnecessarily or without a clear advantage that she could press.

Iowa, in stark contrast, fought like a cornered rat—dirty and going for the jugular.

TBC

>>1429659
She's the lone shipgirl of a nation. Her way of fighting is to keep the fight short and move on. She doesn't have the luxury of a Squadron to back her up. You can't fight fair when you don't have something to fall back on. You fight to win.

>>1429660
>Iowa, in stark contrast, fought like a cornered rat—dirty and going for the jugular.

Isn't this close to how shigure fights

>>1429664
think so

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>>1429660
>you really needed to find a less silly name for it; the last thing you wanted was for someone to accuse you of being a Chuuni
Man just call it a magic eye. It's the least chuuni thing we can call it. Any other name makes it sound more pretentious than it really is.

>>1429666
come now Satan, we need a Chuuni as fuck sounding name or a fabulous as fuck name as we do play children's card games

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She seemed to be aggressive in going for the quick kill, going and maneuvering for whatever advantage that she could find to garner the deciding blow, exchanging elbows with knees and hands with grabs. Nagato doesn’t appear to try to match her strength for strength, however, instead electing to knock her down when she came in too close. Iowa may have had sizable weaponry and her dirty tactics considerably bridged the gap between her disadvantage and Nagato’s well-oiled state, but the difference between their skills stood clear as day, even from here. Nagato didn’t move when she didn’t have to—Iowa, in comparison, looked like she wanted the battle to be over as quickly as possible in method. Her strikes were either parried or dodged… but you suspect that the both of them were holding back on the deadliness factor considerably—after all, neither one of them seemed willing to let their lives snuff out from just a training exercise.

You shake your head as Yamato’s words come back to the forefront of your thoughts.

Iowa manages to lift Nagato over her head, briefly impressing you with her considerable strength, when Nagato hooks herself in the moment to have them both thrown upon the waves, rolling and splashing all over the place. Iowa gets to her feet, the first one to recover, glaring at her opponent as she got to her feet to push forward with the offensive.

As she approaches Nagato, however… your Sub-Commander takes a leaf out of Iowa’s book and grabs her by the collar, pinning her against the water with her elbows and arms—right across her neck. They stay that way for a while, Nagato straddling her waist as she claims the victory… only for her to jump off Iowa and maneuver herself several feet away, her hands balled into fists as she stands still.

Nagato yells something drowned out by the waves at her partner, whose guns visibly take aim on her now.

She couldn’t be—?

Nagato takes it.

The full brunt of Iowa’s cannons blast right at Nagato… only for them to miss by a good several feet.

Iowa drops to her knees, her equipment disappearing once more, falling underneath the waves briefly before being hoisted out from under the water by Nagato, who, now noticing your presence, carries the exhausted-looking Battleship towards the shore, looking no worse for wear than she did before. Iowa, in stark contrast, however… looks like a child trying to stay up way past their bedtime, her grumbles growing more audible as they approach the beach.

‘Commander,’ Nagato greets you as she gently deposits Iowa onto the sand.

Iowa gives you a tired wave as she lets out a sigh.

‘We’re right back where we’re started—one shot.’

>>1429668
>‘Mind telling me why you exercised live weaponry on each other?’ (Stern)
>'That was impressive, to be honest. I thought Battleship's were kinda weapon-reliant.' (Impressed)
>'As opposed to...?' (Address Iowa's concern)
>'I didn't know you were that good at hand-to-hand. Both of you, I mean.'
>'Are you two sure about doing this with just me around?'
>Write-In

>>1429670
>>'I didn't know you were that good at hand-to-hand. Both of you, I mean.'

>>1429670
>‘Mind telling me why you exercised live weaponry on each other?’ (Stern)

What the fuck are they doing

>>1429670
>‘Mind telling me why you exercised live weaponry on each other?’ (Stern)

>>1429668
>pic
>Nagato
>9 main guns
What sorcery is this?

>>1429668
>>'As opposed to...?' (Address Iowa's concern)

>>1429674
>9
Meant 12

>>1429670
>>'I didn't know you were that good at hand-to-hand. Both of you, I mean.'

If our sub-commander thought it was worth it to try live-weapon, then let it be. She probably knows better than us the risks involved.

>>1429670
>>‘Mind telling me why you exercised live weaponry on each other?’ (Stern)

>>1429670
>>'I didn't know you were that good at hand-to-hand. Both of you, I mean.'

>>1429672
>>1429673
>>1429674
>>1429677
>>1429681
>>1429687
Flipping a coin. Coin flipped.

>>1429670
>>'I didn't know you were that good at hand-to-hand. Both of you, I mean.'

>>1429670
>>'I didn't know you were that good at hand-to-hand. Both of you, I mean.'

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‘I actually didn’t know that the both of you were that good at hand-to-hand,’ you declare, offering a surprised, low whistle. ‘It’s kind of surprising, really..

Iowa, laying down in the sand, furrows her brows in confusion.

‘Eh?’ She makes a confused noise, staring up at you. ‘Why is it so surprising?’

You cross your arms, observing the both of them.

‘I don’t know,’ you shrug nonchalantly, ‘I guess I assumed that… having the biggest guns, the both of you would be more inclined to make use of your weaponry than you would your knees and fists—but damn, I haven’t seen a fight like that outside of a cartoon or a TV show.’

Iowa tilts her head. Nagato, however, lets out a sigh.

‘It’s true that as Battleships, we make use of our weaponry a little more liberally than most other KanMusu… but reliance is a fallacy on the battlefield, especially considering there’s only so much MagiTek can do to sustain our performance. Conserving what we have for what time to use it is something that we needed to learn—it’s not as if we’re in our more… robust forms anymore, and as hardy as we are, regardless, specialized knowledge to be able to maintain a constant output as per mission parameters is practically mandatory.’

‘You’re saying that you picked up fighting techniques—hand-to-hand-to fight Abyssals?’ You frown. ‘Doesn’t seem… efficient.’

‘That’s surprising,’ Nagato declares, ‘considering that you’ve seen Shigure and Nachi in-combat.’

You feel a little embarrassed. You had forgotten that Shigure made more use of her fists, feet and shoving the barrel of her guns down the throats of her foes rather than taking safe, long-range snipes at them. Still, you thought t hat she was an oddity among the girls of your Division—in more ways than one—and you certainly didn’t expect Nagato to be learned in the art of…

Don’t you say it.

The art of…

You’re breaking parody laws here!

‘CQC.’

Nagato nods, as does Iowa, who rolls onto her knees before groggily attempting to stand.

‘It’s not meant to be used as a primary means of combat… but versatility and options are invaluable out on the field—and letting me conserve my ammunition is a valuable advantage in case something bigger or heavier comes along,’ she elaborates, ‘I won’t go as far to say that I’m as good as the Destroyers are at this, though… there was a KanMusu named Shiratsuyu that was a particularly good melee combatant; there was a rumor that she tore a Cruiser’s head off with her bare hands—I mean, I could too, of course,’ she huffs—cutely, you might add, ‘but considering the power scale, the Destroyers are a lot more built for this sort of thing.'

Iowa tries to empty her hair of sand.

‘Anything that helps an Abyssal die faster is an asset, if you ask me, even CQC lessons.'

You nod in agreement.

>>1429711
>'So, how did it go?' (Check on the progress of the supposed rehabilitation)
>'Is it safe to be doing this without someone more qualified to supervise? Like Akashi or Yuubari?' (Concern)
>'Can I just say that you guys looked like you came right out of a comic sparring like that?' (Impressed)
>'So, I'm here, what is it that you need me to do?'
>Write-In

>>1429712
>>'So, I'm here, what is it that you need me to do?'

>>1429712
>>'So, how did it go?' (Check on the progress of the supposed rehabilitation)

>>1429712
>'So, how did it go?' (Check on the progress of the supposed rehabilitation)

>>1429712
>'So, how did it go?' (Check on the progress of the supposed rehabilitation)

>>1429712
>>'So, how did it go?' (Check on the progress of the supposed rehabilitation)

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‘So… how’s it been going so far?’

The both of them give each other a look—Nagato’s equipment fades away as they do this—before bursting out laughing. Your Sub-Commander falls onto the sand, grimacing as Iowa runs a hand through her thick hair, wearing the same expression.

‘Horrible,’ Iowa reveals, stretching herself. ‘I haven’t been able to improve on my uptime by a single second—the most I’m able to do is engage in hand-to-hand at operational capacity… but the moment I try to concentrate firing my cannons, I get a jolt. It messes up with my accuracy and power enough for it to trigger a shutdown. I don’t know how much I can get done today, but… every little bit helps.’

‘I don’t think it’s mere exhaustion, personally,’ Nagato offers, to which Iowa’s lips thin into a line. ‘But even if we’re not able to draw you back up to full power, we should at least be able to keep you from getting rusty.’

Iowa smiles sadly.

‘Yeah,’she crouches, looking solemn, ‘that’s the best that I can do for now, I guess…’

‘I have to admit, though,’ Nagato begins, her voice thoroughly amused, ‘considering the amount of innate power you have, Iowa… you’re no slouch when it comes to CQC either.’

You’re asking to be sued, you know that. You’re asking to be sued.

‘Well, it’s like you said—I was the only KanMusu in Vanzer,’ she affirms, ‘and power doesn’t mean much when they can pile more bodies on you than you can afford volleys… and certainly not when there’s a pair of chomping teeth behind you and gun aiming at your ladies parts from under the water.’

She makes a disgusted face, grinding her teeth as she seemingly pulls out the memory.

‘And you guys look like you could use all the help you can get—I owe your Division and the Vice-Admiral’s my gratitude for pulling me out of the fire when I needed, as much of a headache I got reaching out to your Admiral—I don’t think he expected a KanMusu grabbing his brain and screaming for a rescue,’ she winces, remembering the evening as clearly as you did. The Admiral had never looked so disheveled. ‘First thing he asked me when I was in the MASH was if I was comfortable.’

Nagato wears a satisfied smile.

‘Of course he did,’ she mentions fondly. ‘Have you asked him whether you could be synchronized to his Stream?’

Iowa raises her hands, waving them wildly.

‘I couldn’t do that!’ Iowa says in a panicky voice. ‘I mean… he’s already got the weight of all the others! I’d destroy him!’

Nagato winks in your direction.

‘I’m sure my Commander could accommodate you. I don’t think you leave many boxes unticked.’

Iowa guffaws.

>‘My refractory period’s extended as is.’ (Decline the suggestion, joking as it is)
>‘There’s always room in the bed.’ (Team up with Nagato to tease Iowa)
>‘Can we stay on topic?’ (Redirect)
>Write-In

>>1429729
>>‘There’s always room in the bed.’ (Team up with Nagato to tease Iowa)

hue

>>1429729
>‘There’s always room in the bed.’ (Team up with Nagato to tease Iowa)

>>1429729
>‘There’s always room in the bed.’ (Team up with Nagato to tease Iowa)

>>1429729
>>‘There’s always room in the bed.’ (Team up with Nagato to tease Iowa)

>>1429729
>>‘There’s always room in the bed.’ (Team up with Nagato to tease Iowa)

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‘Oh, there’s always room under the sheets,’ you say in a flirtatious tone, wagging your eyebrows for effect. ‘I mean, it’s not as if you’d need a lot of catching up—although you may find yourself at the bottom of the current pecking order… not that I don’t have the faith for you to make your way up, isn’t that right, Nagato?’

Nagato crosses her arms, smiling in a self-satisfied manner.

‘Of course—I mean, I’d have to get used to the lack of shoulder space, though.’

Iowa’s expression turns from amusement to a stoic, unamused one.

‘Pervs,’ she declares, glaring at the both of you as she defensively covers her chest.

Your shoulders shake as you consider Iowa, cheeks red, turning to the side and averting your gaze as well as Nagato’s as she comically tries to preserve her modesty—not that she ever lost a smidgen of it, of course, even as wet as she was—and your Sub-Commander throwing you an insistent glance to stop there. You’d had your fun, as brief as it was; you didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she already was around you by crossing a line that you knew was right before the sand.

You still remember how she’d reacted in the shower. You’re loath to repeat that fiasco all over again.

‘But in all seriousness,’ Nagato chimes, ‘it would actually be beneficial for you to attempt to establish a Stream connection again… there’s a high possibility that your core would recognize the activation sequence and resume its intended use once a Commander re-connects with you; you’re sure that it’s not something that you believe is worth considering, given the lack of process?’

You share a smile—more of a ponderous grimace—with Iowa, who shakes her head. You had been through this discussion before, after all.

‘I can’t agree to it, no—considering my condition, it’d be a higher risk to the prospectus than I’d be comfortable with, really,’ she states, laughing humorlessly, ‘and I’m not about to let someone go into the bedlam house on my account—never mind a grave.’

Nagato nods solemnly.

‘Nothing ventured nothing gained, right?’ You spout, shrugging nonchalantly… before meeting two sets of annoyed eyes. You quickly try to backtrack; you didn’t want to raise the ire of either one of the two ladies whose company you were very much enjoying—even now. ‘What I’m saying is… couldn’t there be a way to restore your core back to its normal state using that method without having that risk?’

Your Sub-Commander stares at you flatly.

‘You’re asking whether it would be possible to start a car without the engine being wholly connected,’ Nagato says pointedly. ‘Streams by themselves carry an inherent risk every time you link up—the stress you accumulate, although not quite physical or mental has its toll. Iowa’s essentially asking for a jumpstart—with you as a connector cable. All of you.’

>>1430184
>'Isn't there at least some way we can narrow down the list? I mean, that's what they did with the candidates, right?'
>'Would a Shaman be able to help, then? I know they're pretty good at this themselves.'
>'How is her recovery methodology anymore different from Yamato's? They both sound the same to me.'
>'Actually, seriously, why not me?'
>'I guess that's that, then.'
>Write-In

>>1430192
>>'Would a Shaman be able to help, then? I know they're pretty good at this themselves.'

>>1430184
>>'How is her recovery methodology anymore different from Yamato's? They both sound the same to me.'

>>1430192
>'Would a Shaman be able to help, then? I know they're pretty good at this themselves.'

>>1430192
>'Would a Shaman be able to help, then? I know they're pretty good at this themselves.'
do i need to remind you all that we have AN ABYSSAL PRINCESS on our head? that can screw things up if we dont get support

>>1430192
>>'Would a Shaman be able to help, then? I know they're pretty good at this themselves.'

>>1430192
>>1430206
Support. She could end up like that other KanMusu who's actually an avatar for Abyssals.

>>1430192

>'Would a Shaman be able to help, then? I know they're pretty good at this themselves.'

>>1430192
>'How is her recovery methodology anymore different from Yamato's? They both sound the same to me.'

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‘Would a Shaman be able to help, then?’ You suggest, trying to pull on any thread that you’re able to string up. ‘Considering that they’re the reason that you’re here in the first place, looking one up doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.’

Iowa and Nagato stare at you.

‘It doesn’t sound so bad—you want to get better, you call a specialist,’ you explain yourself, shrugging as if puzzled, ‘or does this have something to do with the red tape surrounding the ISSF and the Admiralty?’

Nagato bites her lip.

‘Not at all, actually,’ Nagato begins, glancing over to Iowa, ‘in fact, a Shaman was called in to see Iowa when she first came in—the Admiral call in a favor from the First Admiral to bring one over… but they can only do so much when the core itself doesn’t respond.’

‘They dragged you out from some kind of underworld, right? Can’t they just do the same thing here?’

For a moment, you wonder what had possessed you to say such a thing so carelessly—Nagato’s eyes regard you with a venom you hadn’t seen a long time… while Iowa looks to her side, her features darkening and teeth biting into her bottom lip, as if holding back a few choice words of her own. You can feel it, even from here—that you had said something that shouldn’t have been said… or something that shouldn’t have been brought up so carelessly and without proper regard or reverence. You open your mouth again, to apologize… before realizing that anymore blabber on your part could only make it worse.

So you decide to do what you always did: to buckle down and swing for a hit.

‘I’m saying that… you wouldn’t be around here in the first place without a Shaman, Iowa, Nagato, are you sure that there isn’t any way they could help? Considering they commune with spirits, dabble with the arcane, there should be something that they can do to ease you out of this, wouldn’t there?’

Iowa looks as though she considers your words… before letting out a heavy sigh.

‘They already did whatever they could—I wasn’t in a state that could have been salvaged otherwise… the length of my operation without due maintenance and recovery had my core exhausted as it was. The rest is up to me—they can’t force the core to listen to me any more can they force it themselves… it’s like telling yourself to run an extra mile when your legs are broken and the last stretch is uphill. The most I can do is… slowly ease myself through it. I’d like a shortcut, but…’

‘The options aren’t exactly appealing. Even for us battle-ready KanMusu, there are measures we’re not quite willing to take,’ Nagato finishes for Iowa. ‘The Shamans aren’t able to do anymore than they already have… it’s like coaxing your heart to beat slower or your lungs to contract to a certain timing.'

Iowa, albeit reluctantly, nods in support of the words.

>>1430294
>'Isn't there at least some way we can narrow down the list, then? I mean, that's what they did with the candidates, right?'
>'How is her recovery methodology anymore different from Yamato's? They both sound the same to me.'
>'This is a little unorthodox, but have you asked Houshou for advice on this? She seemed pretty knowledgeable.'
>'Actually, seriously, why not me?'
>'I guess that's that, then.'
>Write-In

>>1430304
>'This is a little unorthodox, but have you asked Houshou for advice on this? She seemed pretty knowledgeable.'

>>1430294
>'This is a little unorthodox, but have you asked Houshou for advice on this? She seemed pretty knowledgeable.'
she has been around for a long time, she probably know something similar, atleast

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A memory comes to the forefront of your thoughts—from your early days as Commander, your snarky, stubborn Carrier straddling you and…

‘Actually, this seems like it’s a little unorthodox, but… why don’t you ask Houshou what she can do about it?’ you suggest—Kaga did come to mind, but Houshou seemed to be a little more in the know on the subject matter. ‘I don’t mean that she could have a cure-all in her pocket or something, but considering that she’s practically the go-to expert when it comes to Stream matters on-base, it seems like a decent place to keep looking.’

Nagato furrows her brows, confused at your words.

‘Streams and Cores are connected… but only in the same capacity than brains and hearts are important organs to humans—you’re correlating things too liberally with that stance—while Houshou’s an expert, it’d be like asking a doctor to play mechanic.’

You raise your hands defensively.

‘I don’t think there’s a fundamental difference that’s that huge, but that’s just me,’ you hurriedly explain yourself. ‘Considering that the Stream acts as a sort of pathway for KanMusu to shift themselves into a sort of battle mode, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch, right?’

The both of them stare at you, Iowa’s mouth actually looking as though a pineapple could fly in with no issue.

‘That’s…’ she trails off, briefly, before turning to Nagato, ‘actually pretty sound logic.’

Encouraged, you go on.

‘From what I understand from the nature of the Stream, stability is the sort of main factor in its functionality, right? That means it’s a sort of key component of what makes it tick—considering that the Commanders and Admirals inherently have a decent enough capacity to run a KanMusu Division, isn’t there a sort of method to keep the Stream stable enough for whatever Admiral, Vice-Admiral or whoever to get some sort of reactivation sequence for your core running?’

Nagato narrows her eyes at your words.

‘You’re talking about sharing a Stream—distributing a load.’

‘Not really… but Kaga did poke around in my head—my Stream—for a bit,’ you try to explain your experience the best you’re able to… only to find the words too silly to blurt, ‘and considering Houshou’s the one who came in rushing with a bat at how silly she was doing it… I think that it was just something worth considering. She seems like she could know how to make it work… if it could, that is?’

You hear the sound of something dying in Iowa’s throat.

‘I don’t think that I’ve ever had a proposition as audacious or as reckless as that.’

‘It’s not a proposition, it’s an inquiry,’ you huff as you make yourself clear, ‘and seeing as there’s probably no harm in exhausting options…’

Iowa considers you, raising a finger and jabbing it in your direction, the words dying in her mouth as Nagato shrugs noncommittally.

'Houshou was an Admiral.'

>>1430468
>'She's an authority; it wouldn't hurt your chances. '(Push on through)
>'Let's get this day over and done with before anything else.'(Push the agenda aside for the moment)
>'You know what, actually, thinking about it, let's not.'(Dismiss your own idea)
>Write-In

>>1430479
>'She's an authority; it wouldn't hurt your chances. '(Push on through)

>>1430479
>>'She's an authority; it wouldn't hurt your chances. '(Push on through)

>>1430479
>'She's an authority; it wouldn't hurt your chances. '(Push on through)

>>1430479
>'She's an authority; it wouldn't hurt your chances. '(Push on through)

>>1430479
>'She's an authority; it wouldn't hurt your chances. '(Push on through)
seems a good idea?, i mean she IS the one that know the most of streams that we know

>>1430479

>'She's an authority; it wouldn't hurt your chances. '(Push on through)

>>1430479
>'Let's get this day over and done with before anything else.'(Push the agenda aside for the moment)

TEST

TEST

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‘It would be at least worth trying to ask, right?’ you push on, not willing to be deterred. ‘She’s an authority… and it wouldn’t hurt your chances to just talk to her, right?’

Iowa brings a fist to her lip, mumbling something under her breath. There was a reluctant look in her eye that seemed to mix with a slew of other emotions; hesitation, disbelief… hope. Jokes and your own naive understanding aside, you knew that you were taking a shot in the dark here, but a niggling thought at the back of your mind made it a little hard to discount Houshou’s side on this just because she wasn’t a Shaman, Akashi or part of the Admiralty’s MagiTek Department.

Plus, it didn’t sound like it would take much effort, either.

‘It wouldn’t hurt to ask,’ Iowa breaks the silence, although she did seem sort of reluctant to do so. ‘I’m not sure of the details, but considering the options that are at hand, it’s not much to just pop a few questions, right?’

She looks to Nagato for reassurance—to which your Sub-Commander nods.

‘With everything that’s going on, a question or two about your recovery from another perspective isn’t that much,’ Nagato offers a reassuring smile as she finishes her words, before continuing once more, ‘until then, though… I think getting you up to standard’s still on the agenda.’

Iowa lets out a defeated sigh before shrugging.

‘And I believe you’—Nagato snaps her fingers before pointing it in your direction—‘are due an exercise on just what it means to have a Battleship at your fingertips.’

‘In more ways than one.’

The both of you turn towards Iowa, who had her fingers raised in a victorious gesture and her smirk practically emanating smugness.

To your credit, you don’t turn that red.

The next four hours are a blur.

Nagato had been right—you really didn’t comprehend what it meant to have a Battleship under your Command… never mind two.

While Iowa’s weapon’s systems weren’t active, she was still the perfect moving target for you and Nagato to practice on, moving with an agility that you could barely match with your orders. The both of them educated you on the very essence of a Battleship’s place on the seas… and you remember just why The Four Horsemen were such. Nagato was well-aware of her thicker, more robust build and systems compared to other Battleships—while she wasn’t Musashi or Yamato, Nagato’s tactical sense, as always… proved the deal-breaker between a narrow miss and a critical hit.

You didn’t fight a war for years without knowing when to fold and when to push.

And that’s what you learned from Nagato.

What you never stopped learning from her, in fact.

‘Oh, are they done already?’

You whirl around. It was Musashi.

>‘Where have you been?’ (Sassy)
>‘About four hours, but don’t mind the time.’ (Sarcastic)
>‘You’re tardy.’ (Serious)
>‘Just about.’
>Write-In

>>1435994
>>‘About four hours, but don’t mind the time.’ (Sarcastic)

>>1435994
>‘You’re tardy.’ (Serious)

>>1435994
>>‘About four hours, but don’t mind the time.’ (Sarcastic)

>>1435994
>‘You’re tardy.’ (Serious)

>>1435994
>>‘About four hours, but don’t mind the time.’ (Sarcastic)

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‘About four hours, but don’t mind the t—!’

She tosses something your way, cutting you mid-sentence.

As clumsy as you are, you manage to snatch it right out of the air. It was paper, wrapped around something inside that was—by the texture—what you guessed to be soft, warm, and… by dripping oil from the corner of the wrapping dropping onto your boot, probably a little greasy. You frown as you lift the object as though it was some sort of exotic creature, giving it a brief, scrutinizing look, before turning to your expectant-looking Super Dreadnaught.

‘It’s hard enough to do without tastebuds… I heard you left the barracks without so much as a bite, so…’

She practically stumbles over her words, reminding you a great deal of Takao’s earlier days, as you unwrap the offending object in your hands… and come face-to-face with a snack you had found yourself much too familiar with during your tenure as Commander of the Yokosuka First Operations Division.

It was a banana burrito.

Only, a lot more different than what you were used to. It was very messily prepared, the banana itself was squashed in all the wrong ways and the peanut butter had mixed with the cooking oil, only in a greater excess than you would have ever expected from the ration wraps that you would usually chow down on before during the mornings. What surprised you even more, however, was the flour wrapping that was very clearly made from manually-pressed though, so obvious that you could see small finger presses on some parts of the wrap as you try to get a better look of the meal in your hands… which you also admit, was actually quite big for a quick morning meal.

It would probably make the diameter of a whole plate.

The dripping syrup itself could probably give a bull a heart attack.

‘You like those, right? The guys—your attendants told me ya wolf ‘em down like no one’s business.’

She offers an expectant grin, laughing a little nervously.

>Thank her (Don’t eat it, dispose of it later)
>Thank her (Chow it down on the spot)
>Criticize her work
>Be stern with her tardiness
>Write-In

>>1436113
>>Thank her (Chow it down on the spot)

>>1436113
>>Thank her (Chow it down on the spot)

I wonder if we'll find a failure penguin crammed in there too...

>>1436113
>Thank her (Chow it down on the spot)
Sushi a qt

>>1436113
>>Thank her (Chow it down on the spot)

>>1436113
>>Thank her (Chow it down on the spot)
deredere sushi-chan is too precious for this filthy world

>>1436113
>Thank her (Chow it down on the spot)
and we are going back to the gym
again

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Despite your misgivings… you bite down.

It’s oily.

It’s definitely made by an amateur who had only touched a stove, only to be burnt.

There’s much too much syrup, enough that a small cup could make a drink out of it.

The wrapping’s saving grace is that it’s hard enough to hold the thing together.

The bananas look like they’re melted and chopped in a manner that made them hard too swallow.

Its diameter could probably dislocate smaller jaws.

And impossibly, it’s probably the best burrito you’ve had in a long, long time.

‘How is it?’

There was an old wives’ tale about food made for the ones you loved. It was what it was, of course—nonsensical, unproven and without basis. As a cook—assistant cook—what had mattered to you was putting whatever ingredients the recipe required; your job relied on you being methodical, scrutinizing, and critical of your work. So much so that sometimes you forgot that it was something that you truly enjoyed doing, despite the heat of the kitchen and the high-pitched voices of your nagging co-workers and bosses. It had been some time since you’d had something done so clumsily, so messily and overall, so very simple and in titanic excess.

It was like something warm in the oven that one would pick up, squeezed together in tight plastic wrapping or a meal that you’d sit down at the kitchen counter in anticipation of a quick bite before running back out and kicking a ball with your friends. There was nothing complicated about it, nothing that said it could stand the test of an awards’ dinner nor the barrage of critical chefs lamenting the waste of ingredients and decrying the lesser worth of the one who had made it. It would probably find the bottom of a bin in one of the lower-tier upper class restaurants and have noses turned up at it in others.

And yet, here it was. Big, clumsy, one slice of banana dropping from the wrap and onto the sand with a rivulet of syrup, made by your enthusiastic, anxious Super Dreadnaught who had spent a long four hours over a stove, and very likely a few failures and more than an inkling of a mess… because she was worried that you might go hungry after noticing you bolting out of the barracks without firing up the kitchen even once.

Maybe there was a grain of truth to it.

‘It’s great,’ you manage, barely managing to pry your jaws open. The thickness of the syrup made it a chore to separate the top and bottom rows of your teeth, but with a little bit more strength and the agony of an oncoming cramp, you do it. ‘Really, great.’

She lets out a sigh of relief.

‘I’m glad,’ she manages—behind you, you can hear a yell from Iowa, patting her chest, ‘I thought I’d screw it up something bad. I don’t know how you humans take it, but…’

She grins widely.

‘It turned out all right, huh?’

You struggle to swallow a slice.

>>1436152
>'It did.' (Assure her)
>'There are improvements to be made from a technical perspective, but a meal's a meal.' (Be critical)
>'Well, one can only hope it doesn't kill me halfway through.' (Joke about her prowess)
>'Mrhfhshfhhsh" (Talk with your mouth full)
>Write-In

>>1436152
>'Mrhfhshfhhsh" (Talk with your mouth full)
dont you dare to talk

>>1436153
>'Well, one can only hope it doesn't kill me halfway through.' (Joke about her prowess)

>>1436153
>>Write-In
>'It did.' (Assure her), but in case you want to cook other stuff, you can always ask me for tips, I WAS a chef before I got this gig you know?

>>1436152
I like this
>>1436159

Commander is one for giving credit for trying, but always looks to help in areas where he's competent.

>>1436159
supporting this

>>1436159
this works

>>1436153
This
>>1436159

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With some effort, you manage to down the lined banana. The bread is rough and a little soggy from the oil, but you do feel it at least dropping all the way down to your stomach. The syrup—and chocolate, however she managed to get ahold of it—dripped over one hand, making you grimace—or the shadow of an attempt at it, with how sticky your mouth had become—as you take a smaller bite into the top corner of the offending object.

‘It did,’ you say, before realizing that even in smaller chunks, the whole damn thing was a chore to chew. It was like a warm, sweet and soft piece of chewing gum. ‘But have you tried looking into some lessons in case you want to have another go at cooking? I was working the kitchen before I signed up as the Division Commander; I’d be happy to give a tip or two.’

Musashi laughs heartily.

‘Nah,’ she declines your offer, giving a wave of her hand, before grinning—proudly and cockily. ‘Think of this as a one-time thing from your super special Dreadnaught, all right?’

She gives a playful salute, which you have trouble replying to at the moment due to how thick the chocolate, banana and syrup had become in the act of you gulping it down. You can almost feel your heart screaming for mercy at this point… and your esophagus was already fighting an uphill battle for its very sanity. Still… you couldn’t find it in you to lay down ground rules of any sort in the act of cooking, so you just give an affirmative nod as you resume chewing the thing. You must have only gone through a tenth of it at this point.

‘Ah,’ the cry leaves her lips as a thought appears to come at her, ‘so make sure ya eat well, okay? I know that you’re busy with paperwork and stuff, and I know you humans need your proteins and candies to keep chugging, so stick to it, yeah?’

She lets out a self-satisfied snort.

‘But if you’re ever hungry, I can throw together something for you—so don’t worry if you lose your marbles and forget how to eat, I’m there for ya!’

Didn’t she just say that this was a one-time thing?

‘How did you take four whole hours to cook this, anyway?’

She lets out a whine as she tilt s her head.

‘It wasn’t four whole hours, actually… maybe two, two and a half?’ She sounds hesitant. ‘I didn’t know how to work the oven, the stove… I got flour all over the place… and not being able to taste stuff is a bit of a game-killer on the front, dunno how Mamiya does it for you and whoever wants to eat, day-in, day-out.’

‘WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HAND?!’

You turn on the spot… to find your Sub-Commander’s wet, disgusted, fascinated and narrowed gaze at the object in your hands, her sparring partner right next to her, strings of soaked hair covering her eyes.

>‘Banana burrito.’ (Casual)
>‘I’m… holding it for her?’ (Lie)
>‘I have no idea.’
>‘Brunch.’ (Try to play it cool)
>Write-In

>>1436184
>‘Brunch.’ (Try to play it cool)
>Home made too!

>>1436184
>‘Brunch.’ (Try to play it cool)
It's homemade with love!

>>1436184
>>‘Banana burrito.’ (Casual)

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>>1436184
>>‘Brunch.’ (Try to play it cool)
from musashi, with love...?

>>1436184
>brunch with love

>>1436184
>‘Brunch.’ (Try to play it cool)

>>1436184
>>‘Banana burrito.’ (Casual)
Want some?

>>1436184
>‘Brunch.’ (Try to play it cool)

>>1436184
>>‘Brunch.’ (Try to play it cool)

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Just putting this up in case anyone forgets about it later.

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>>1445004
That's certainly unsettling. Who do you guys think we should visit next?

>>1445074
shigure
she is the most damaged and we need as many as kanmusu up as we can

>>1445093
>>1445074
We also need hoshou and Kumo. Maybe sami as well

>>1446179
kumo and housho arent AS broken as shigure right now
we need to get her up to speed ASAP

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‘Brunch,’ you reply, trying to play it down as well as you were able.

Nagato’s expression doesn’t change.

‘All that hard work down the drain,’ she comments crisply, crossing her arms under her practically-transparent clothing like a disappointed teacher. ‘I hope you’re happy with yourself.’

You frown, suddenly feeling defensive.

‘One cheat day isn’t going to bring back my gut,’ you return, caressing your belly with your free hand… before realizing that you didn’t have enough grip to keep the massive burrito from letting slip its contents in your prosthetic. You hurriedly correct that, finding only one more banana slice on the sand instead of the whole lot thanks to your quick action. ‘Besides, it’s not as if the base has enough provisions running around for me to be able to munch on this every day on the hour.’

Nagato wrings her hair, not taking her eyes off you.

‘I hope you haven’t forgotten what you’ve learned today already, Commander,’ she changes her topic of choice—next to her, Iowa shakes like a dog. ‘I’d hate to think that the demonstration that we gave just ended up a vague recollection after a binge session.’

Chewing—with great difficulty—you offer Nagato a glance, briefly finding yourself impressed for being able to dictate her personas so well that they didn’t clash. It was hard for you to recognize the woman—the KanMusu—that stood before you as the same one that you had pumped full up and whose giddy face and hungry tongue ravaged your own this morning. Sopping wet and undignified from the intensity of the session that she had run by you and Iowa, she looked the part of your stern and responsible Sub-Commander. Swallowing your mouthful, you nod slowly… before raising your hand and the burrito, imploring to give you a moment to gather your thoughts.

‘It’s a bit rough,’ you cock your head from one side to the other, hoping to get the sticky sensation upon the roof of your mouth gone, ‘but I get the gist of what you’re trying to put forward… that if I’m going to put you out on the field, I have to actually evaluate what I have under my Squadron instead of letting you settle everything by strength and experience, right?’

Iowa lets out a low whistle—Nagato, in comparison, however, tilts her head to mirror your movements from before.

‘You do at least have the picture of what a Battleship’s presence on the seas is…’

Her words are reluctant, but she does seem to acknowledge that you had been paying attention.

‘And just what it means to have our class of KanMusu out there—you don’t want us out there unless you’re in for attrition or if you need something to punch through.’

>‘Oh, silly me for assuming heavy combat being part and parcel.’ (Sarcastic)
>‘So you’re something like a mix of a battering ram and a castle wall?’ (Inquire)
>‘I understand.’ (Acknowledge)
>Write-In

>>1450595
>‘I understand.’ (Acknowledge)

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>>1450595
>>‘I understand.’ (Acknowledge)

>>1450595
>‘So you’re something like a mix of a battering ram and a castle wall?’ (Inquire)
desire to know more

>>1450595
>>‘So you’re something like a mix of a battering ram and a castle wall?’ (Inquire)

>>1450601
>>1450604
This is the double vote police, hands up in the air now

>>1450595
>‘I understand.’ (Acknowledge)

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Okay, guys, I have a confession to make on the KanMusu cooldown thing. It started off as "if you use this KanMusu on this mission, you will not have her for the next", but considering there's much more story - as skeletal as it is - driving this, the cooldown system has become more of a remnant and I've been meaning to change it since the Iowa rescue mission.

Do you guys, the players, want me to implement a more "real time" system/mechanic or just stick with this "slot" system? I already have a mechanic waiting in the wings that I want to implement should you guys wish it so, but I need your approval.

>>1450595
>‘So you’re something like a mix of a battering ram and a castle wall?’ (Inquire)

>>1450608
Might as well do it by days, considering majority of the quest is not spent on missions

>>1450606
4chan shat on me
>>1450608
the real time mechanic means like days or something?

>>1450595
>>‘So you’re something like a mix of a battering ram and a castle wall?’ (Inquire)

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‘So you’re telling me that you’re a mix between a battering ram and a castle wall?’

The words are coarse, unrefined… but they do manage to get your view of Nagato across—tactically, anyway.

She wipes some of the water off the tip of her nose, looking a little hesitant to reply.

‘I mean I am—I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but aside from Musashi, I’m pretty much your go-to when you need a heavy hit.’

‘In more ways than one.’

Iowa guffaws at Musashi’s comment. Nagato lets out a sigh, mumbling something under her breath as you turn towards the both of them, wearing small smirks as they regard you and your slightly pink—but otherwise equally amused—Sub-Commander. All you needed now was for the Submarine to show up and key you in for having your Battleship and Second-In-Command on hand for favors that were decidedly outside of the usual code of conduct to bury the rest of your short career. Iowa tosses her hair over shoulder as she straightens herself out, her snickering taking a little too long to die out.

‘Very mature, both of you,’ you shoot back, albeit a little more dryly than you’d intended, before correcting your tone, ‘very mature.’

‘But Nagato does have a point, though—you can’t just willy-nilly send one of us out there just because we’re fully-prepared for a run on out… you’re not a Vice-Admiral or an Admiral, so you don’t have the luxury of doing that sort of thing knowing that there’s a sort of backup, and it’s rare for a Commander to have one—let alone two of us—at their disposal.’

Musashi’s words are a little flat and long-winded, but she did leave an excellent point on the deployment of Battleships.

You had thought about it before, of course… you’d just grown so reliant on your Sub-Commander that you’d forgotten just how applicable it still was.

‘You know how I work on the seas,’ Nagato continues her words—her lecture, ‘but considering the state of things, I won’t ride your butt’—she throws Musashi a quick glare, daring her to speak—‘if you want to play things by ear… all I hoped to tell you was that if you want us to give our best, you’re going to have to manage us the best you can. We don’t expect you to be the savior of the world, no matter what the billboards and newspapers say—but I think it’s in your best interests to actually know for yourself just what to do with who you have.’

She looks hesitant once more, her gear disappearing like fading embers.

‘I think the terminology is that… you don’t want to play a midfielder in goal or a forward at left back, I suppose?’

Musashi puts on a disgusted face.

‘You’re seriously using those kind of analogies?’

Nagato takes a swing at Musashi, who playfully dodges her friend’s blow.

>‘I already know this—I read the job description.’ (Confident)
>‘I understand, Nagato.’ (Understanding)
>Write-In

>>1450628
>‘I understand, Nagato.’ (Understanding)

>>1450628
>‘I understand, Nagato.’ (Understanding)

>>1450628
>‘I understand, Nagato.’ (Understanding)

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‘I understand, Nagato.’

There’s no need for you to antagonize or elaborate further—crisp, quick words and a communication of acknowledgment was more than enough; not that you were patronizing her, of course, but you didn’t want to drag it out anymore than you already had. Morning would be just about done… and you still had quite a bit to do around town that you hadn’t been able to finish up on the week before. She wears a skeptical look, going back and forth between you and Musashi… before shaking her head and letting out what you could only describe as the low grumble of a defeated educator.

She turns to your other Battleship.

‘Then… Musashi? You’re up.’

You frown—up for what?

Your feet are wet.

You frown—you were on the sand by the beach. There was no way that the tide would have rolled in this quickly… or if a roof of a cave could have been built up this—!

You pause, frowning and looking around you. You knew this place—it had been a while, but considering that this was a place you carried with you everywhere, every time… it was hard to get the sense of familiarity out, even if it did take you a little while to recognize just where you were whenever this popped up. A sense of annoyance washes over you, if only briefly… and you look down into the glowing blue pool to see the same old green pulse, resonating with your thoughts and feelings like an external heartbeat.

‘I love doing that.’

You let out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to alleviate your ire. You really didn’t like being dragged out of the realm of consciousness—playfully or not. Musashi stands—crouches—behind you, wearing a small, apologetic grimace that belied her amusement of the matter at hand.

‘Is there a reason I’m unconscious on the beach and forcefully dragged in—!’ You stop yourself, frowning—how did Musashi drag you in here? ‘How did you… do that?’

She dips her toes gently into the water.

‘Yamato and I are a little… unique in this sense,’ she begins cryptically, ‘and by unique I mean it as shorthand for—really, really dangerous.’

She laughs nervously, scratching the back of her head as she regarded you.

‘Think of this as a pre-pre-pre-trial run… just so you can get at least a feel of what you’re in for,’ she says it all in one breath, sounding as though she was talking to herself more than she was addressing you. ‘Safety nets are everywhere, safety nets are everywhere…’

You frown—she was muttering to herself now.

>‘I… don’t think a trial run’s the best thing to do right now, after what happened last time.’ (Reluctance)
>‘Why not? We’re going to end up doing it anyway, so…’ (Voluntarily step in)
>‘I think I’d rather have an explanation before anything else. That, and… did you really need to do all this?’
>Write-In

>>1450648
>‘Why not? We’re going to end up doing it anyway, so…’ (Voluntarily step in)

Still, ask for explanation if possible though.

>>1450648
If you wanted an explanation
>>1450651
>‘I think I’d rather have an explanation before anything else. That, and… did you really need to do all this?’

Is right there as an option.

>>1450648
>‘Why not? We’re going to end up doing it anyway, so…’ (Voluntarily step in)

>>1450648
>‘I think I’d rather have an explanation before anything else. That, and… did you really need to do all this?
im not sure if we are ready for this

>>1450648
>>‘I think I’d rather have an explanation before anything else. That, and… did you really need to do all this?’

>>1450648
>‘I think I’d rather have an explanation before anything else. That, and… did you really need to do all this?’

>>1450648
>‘I think I’d rather have an explanation before anything else. That, and… did you really need to do all this?’

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‘I think I’d rather have an explanation before anything else,’ you request, placing your hands on your hips. ‘Considering that you pulled me in here… to which I’m wondering if it was necessary at all, really.’

Musashi’s expression changes so much by the end of your last sentence, you wonder if she’d absorbed Nagato.

‘Yeah, well… Akashi already explained that Yamato and I are built differently, yeah?’ she gingerly questions you, her brows furrowing as she stiffens slightly. ‘She told you, right?’

You think back to your first few days of recovery back at the hospital.

The most that you took away was the sheer glee in the eyes of your caretaker as she headlined your pathway to health with a complete lack of bedside manner or restraint—there were times that you had thought that another round with The Senator wouldn’t have been such a bad proposition. She’d been angry at how badly you’d wrecked yourself—again—and even more furious that you’d somehow seen fit to apply yourself to Musashi without so much as a round of consultation.

You grimace as you remember tuning her out a few times… but you did get a thing or two about Musashi’s basis of operations.

Namely that you had bitten off much than you could ever be able to chew in synchronizing your Stream and hers.

‘I skimmed over a few of the details… but there was something about if I was going to take you out for a spin that I could only bring one other KanMusu or something,’ you scratch the back of your head as the words leave your mouth, fumbling with the memories of your bedridden days, ‘and that activating a Stream with you would be… unconventional?’

You shrug—perhaps she didn’t quite say that last bit.

But you do remember that she thoroughly disapproved of the state that you had found yourself in with your new Super Dreadnought.

‘It comes with the territory,’ she grins—but it does seem a little… forced.

And a little sad.

‘Think of a KanMusu entering your Stream as a weight… a dumbell or a rock, whatever fits your boat. The more that you have to lift… the harder it is to pull up, right? Your Stream’—she makes a triangular shape with her hands—‘keeps things hanging. Keeps them from dropping, from falling apart. That’s why the most important aspect of a Stream isn’t capacity… but stability, in the case of KanMusu. That’s what the Admiralty looks for—people whose strings won’t snap when struck,’ she pauses, briefly, before continuing, ‘like a guitar string.’

You nod, frowning. You already knew all this, as metaphorical as it went.

‘Now, tell me how that works when the rules suddenly become inverted?'

She stares at you expectantly.

>Write-In

>>1451436
>if i got it right, i regulate you, i give you stream so you can fight, but not enough to overburden me and drag me around
>exept draging is means frying my brain

>>1451436
"You mean for me to try to regulate you? For you to not fry up my brain at the same time you don't lose momentum, at least that's is what i got."