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Not for the first time since your appointment as The Commander of The First Division, you find yourself thankful for the support unit built around you. You had Nagato handling the day to day things; Kaga there to make sure everyone minded their business; Houshou for the two of them to turn to if anything went wrong and Nachi to keep things in line if they threatened to ever spill over. This morning, however, you find yourself thankful for the other supporting beams in the short start of your career; they had always been there, of course, but you hadn’t fully appreciated it until it actually smacked right in your face the moment that you had opened your eyes this morning.

Having dumped your clothes and other belongings the day of the attack, you didn’t have any civvies to wear for Tenryuu’s little trip inland. You certainly couldn’t have marched in wearing military fatigues – you didn’t want to draw anymore unwanted attention that people already had. Which was why, of course, the night before, your Vice-Admiral and Admiral had dropped a set of clothes off with Tenryuu for you to don… which you were clad in this morning – and this very moment.

It was just really too bad that she had neglected to tell you of their arrival until morning arrived… when you had begun panicking.

‘It’s oh-seven-twenty, Cowboy.’

Those are the first words you hear upon reaching down the stairs. Running a hand through your hair to get the unwarranted mess as under control as possible, you turn to the owner of the voice – a widely grinning Tenryuu, clad in what looked like an old sweater blouse and top combo… arms so long that she had to fold a few times back and a mismatched skirt so short that the right angle or breeze could give the least curious a good eyeful – not to mention the horrible clash between her kneesocks and the rest of her attire. She looked like someone right out of the Haszad Union’s north-west, sans scarf.

You clear your throat, rolling the back your shoulder slightly.

‘I’d have gotten ready a lot faster if you’d told me you had some clothes for me.’ You grumble – although it’s mostly in jest. Your brain had been the one to neglect that you, personally, were ill-prepared for this trip.

TBC
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‘Eh.’ Tenryuu shrugs. Innocently or mischievously, you can’t tell by the look – although the hint of smugness there made your lean towards the latter; at least she hadn’t said anything about the way you were dressed.

You were in a long coat that looked as worn and battered as the barracks itself – a good coat of paint on it would have constituted a mercy kill over the dull brown cloth. It itches you at the wrists, but it’s nothing that you can’t ignore for a whole day – by the threading, you could tell that it was a mass-produced and probably sold as a discount. At least, you think, that the thing didn’t smell. You’d chosen to forgo the pants that came with the ensemble – instead electing to put on your formals – because it actually did smell like dust in the rain. You hope that Tenryuu didn’t no –

‘Aren’t those your formal pants?’

You sigh – that had been some premature hope on your part.

‘Yeah.’ You admit, opening your coat a little more to give Tenryuu a better view. She bends down, frowning and giving the dark fabric a small glare – she didn’t think that it was clashing, did she?

‘Good morning, both o – wh – wh – what are you doing?’ Another voice reaches your ears.

You spin around to see Iowa, clad in – surprise of surprises – her usual wear. You had thought that she would have elected to done something less conspicuous…or revealing. Even with the cool colors, the way they were presented… you would have pegged her to be one of those teasing college co-eds that skipped around campus teasing nubile young males into their every whim. Not that, of course, you were interested – it just struck something inside you that brought out a little walk down memory lane.

Iowa wouldn’t look out of place going down a catwalk. You’d never thought about her modesty until this moment… going into a public setting.

‘Nothing.’ You answer quickly. Before she can follow up – no doubt with another nonsensical accusation, you do. ‘Are you okay going out like that?’

‘I’m not being my armaments if that’s what you’re asking, sir.’ She answers crisply. No – that is definitely not what you were asking.

‘No, I mean… the way you’re dressed.’ You frown, gesturing towards her with your chin. Behind you, a groan sounds, prompting you to turn around to see a less-than-pleased Tenryuu, crossing her arms and giving your a stern look; what you done now?

Why do you think I wanted to bring her with us?

Oh. Right. Of course. Clothes shopping for the ones who didn’t have anything to wear. That was the whole point of this exercise.

‘Nice shirt, by the way.’ She snickers.

You feel a twitch on your brow at the comment. Pink was definitely not your color.

>Witty Retort (Roll a 1d6 each)
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>716460
Pink happens to be a very manly color.
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>716460
Shakespearean wit!
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>716460
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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>716460
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>>716481
>>716499
>>716508
>>716514
You folks have a 33 percent (Repeating of course) chance of screwing this up.

Which, in Simon's words, might as well be 100 percent. :3
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>>716521
So what happens if we don't get a fifth roller within a reasonable amount of time? Do you roll the fifth one, or do we just dump spaghetti everywhere?
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>>716539
Someone can roll, of course. I don't mind an extra roll from one of you folks as it's after the 35 minute mark from the last prompt post.
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>716460
Just found new thread, glad to see you again Mech.
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>>716560
fuck
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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>716460
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>>716560
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Rolled 4, 8, 10, 3 = 25 (4d10)

>>716611
the dice gods are not kind today. we must appease them with a sacrifice.
Ignore this roll Mech
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Rolled 2, 6, 1, 4, 4 = 17 (5d6)

>>716627
No, no, this is how you sacrifice
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Rolled 1, 4, 1, 6, 3, 3, 5, 6, 3, 6, 3, 4, 3, 6 = 54 (14d6)

>>716678
we must sacrifice more.
btw what's the highest amount of dice we can roll?
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You open your mouth to say something, but the words don’t come… or go, in fact. Iowa, seeing the superior position that had just been granted to her by the stiff state of your tongue, waltzes straight up to you, smirking and bending down slightly – about an inch or so to meet your annoyed stare. There’s a flicker of something there – hesitation or condescension, you really can’t tell that well – but it does make your back up uneasily. Iowa had been a lot more prude than you’d expected from your weeks-long acquaintanceship with the KanMusu personnel; maybe it was as she had said – that the both of you had no link, no bond. Whatever she felt for you – a measure of tolerance or a smidgen of dislike – was made with the full collaboration of her own thoughts and impression from your act.

A startling opposite to what Kaga, Nagato, Nachi and the rest had seen in you – the baring of your thoughts and self to them left no secrets to your character unturned; nothing too deep for them to delve into that they hadn’t seen sharing their thoughts with you. Maybe there was, indeed, a part of you that felt relieved that there was someone that still held onto that side – that femininity, as sexist as it sounded. As a Commander,

The most frightening part was that, in the last few days, Iowa fit the role of “girl” more than she probably ever did KanMusu – you don’t care what Nagato had said about her strength. After seeing her shriek in the shower and throw a – justified – fit over your rather public fraternization practices with your Division members, regardless of the mutuality of the course of events. It scared you because – of all things – you’d actually missed the part, Heaven bless, of actually undertaking that process of opening doors.

Maybe you were just a glutton for punishment. Who knew?

‘It fits you, though,’ she goes on, smirking in superiority… and poking you in the head rather painfully.

You take it all back – maybe she was just out there to supplement Nachi’s abuse of your person. She certainly had the personality for it – or rather, by the last few days you think that she fitted the mold enough. You open your mouth to say something again… and again, you can’t find anything to say. Iowa leans in, making palming the side of her chest and bowing, almost knocking into your chin.

‘Just playing my role.’ She smiles mischievously, raising herself up rather suddenly and tossing her hair over her shoulder. ‘That’s what you get when you leave a girl hanging, sir.’

She humphs – a show of bad acting – traipsing past Tenryuu and out the door.

‘What just happened?’

>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
>‘Nachi has a hand in it. Whether you wanna go on from there, it’s up to you.’ (Reveal Nachi’s plan to her)
>Write-In
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>>716688
>>‘Nachi has a hand in it. Whether you wanna go on from there, it’s up to you.’ (Reveal Nachi’s plan to her)
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>>716683
You just sacrificed 4 6es.
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>>716696
the Dice Gods demanded sacrifice and i have given it to them
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>>716688
>>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
We can tell her later. It's funnier to let her draw her own conclusions for now.
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>>716688
>>‘Nachi has a hand in it. Whether you wanna go on from there, it’s up to you.’ (Reveal Nachi’s plan to her)
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>>716688
>>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
If we're gonna make the act work, we're gonna have to commit to it. Besides, you never know who could be eavesdropping while we're in Yokosuka.
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>>716688

If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
Just waiting for gf fight when she finds out we didnt tell her the plan
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>>716688
>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
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>>716688
>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
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>>716688
>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
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‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ You say crisply. There’s a little bit of reluctance in saying it, but outside of Nachi, Iowa and yourself, no one knew what the exact crux of the plan was… and you didn’t want Tenryuu to unintentionally blab it; if the Submarines were even a third of their reputation, by Houshou’s and Nagato’s accounts, it wouldn’t be safe for you to blurt this misdirect. You couldn’t lie to Tenryuu either. ‘Come on, the transport starts boarding at 0800.’

You gesture to the door, already opening into the cool air of the morning.

‘I get that!’ She huffs – immediately dropping her inquiry. You’re thankful that she can read the mood, at least… or you believe that she could, anyway.

There was still time on the clock – a good half hour. The three of you chat idly about the day’s events, taking in the cool, soothing morning air. There had been no rain last night… and in sharp contrast to the bright and clear mornings, today was a little on the misty side and a lot cooler on the senses; almost relaxing, in fact. You make your way to the East side of the town. As you do, you spy the military men beginning to make their rounds – the maintenance crew nowhere in sight. The female Sergeant that you had seen on that day is accompanied by a small group of men, each armed with a rifle. The town was beginning to wake up now… although you really can’t see much on the Admiralty’s side of things. Civilians were scarce, but they were present, sitting on boxes, smoking on cigarettes or idly chatting with each other.

As you get closer to the East Side – well past the MP Headquarters, a surprisingly bustling hub of activity on both the side of the Army and the MPs, by the look of things – you notice that there were a lot more people up and at ‘em, hoisting sleeping bags and other forms of luggage. You walk past a familiar row of shops slowly turning into houses…

To where you’d waited for your bus.

Where there looked to be dozens of people of all ages, muttering mumbling – ahead of them were five transports, their drivers hanging by the side of the doors, whistling. On one of the bonnets of the large trucks – the transports – was Hamakaze, waving crazily at either the crowd or someone in the crowd. You couldn’t tell.

Tenryuu and Iowa grumble by your side, watching them all.

‘Man, this is whack.’ Tenryuu says, a hint of annoyance in her voice… before taking an apologetic tone. ‘I mean, I’m usually at the front telling ‘em to behave themselves. Never been in the crowd myself.’

‘Huh.’ Is all you can say.

‘Hey, Commander.’

‘Yes, Iowa?’

‘Seeing as we’re old enough to hold our own strings.. would you mind giving us our share now?’

You blink.

>‘I think I’ll hold on to the purse this time.’
>‘Our share?’
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)
>Write-In
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>>716951

Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each
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>>716951
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)
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>>716951
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)
It's probably safer with them than the Commander anyway.
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>>716951
>>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)
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>>716951
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)
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>>716951
>>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)
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>>716951
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)
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‘Sure.’

You take out the purse – a very manly purple and flowery one, again, standard issue – taking out several notes to hand to their outstretched hands. A part of you feels a little insecure giving them both money, especially considering just where Iowa was stashing hers – she gives you a glare, mistaking your curious glance for a blatant ogle. You shake your head in return, turning up to the trucks.

Hamakaze stood on the bonnet, holding a megaphone.

‘I’M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE.’ She booms over the crowd. That was some authority she had, despite her rather reserved appearance. ‘OR TWICE, DEPENDING ON MY MOOD.’

Or not.

‘MAYBE THREE, BUT THAT’S IT, SO – SO DON’T PUSH YOUR LUCK!’ She bellows meekly – a first time for everything – into the megaphone. The crowd breaks form, pushing towards the trucks and the stoic-looking drivers observing the crowd.

‘Get on with it, already!’ A loud female voice yells angrily at the front. ‘We’ve been waiting for weeks, lady!’

Hamakaze lifts the megaphone, looking very much flustered, even from as far as as where you were.

‘I – I GET THAT, BUT PLEASE, WE NEED TO FOLLOW PROTO – !’

Suddenly, someone jumps up onto the bonnet – The Vice-Admiral, saying something to her privately as he takes the device away from her. Hamakaze nods, jumping down from the bonnet and out of your direct line of sight. The Vice-Admiral throws his gaze to the crowd, lifting the megaphone to his lips.

‘ALL RIGHT, LISTEN UP, WE’RE GIVEN CLEARANCE TO TRANSPORT YOU INLAND TO KISHIN METRO’S HUB,’ To the protests that erupt, he continues, ‘THAT’S AS FAR AS WE HAVE JURISDICTION FOR THIS TRIP, SO IF YOU HAVE ANY GRIEVANCES, TAKE ‘EM UP WITH THE ESTABLISHMENT!’

‘You’re the damned – !’ A man yells… but immediately silences.

‘IF YOU WANNA FIGHT ME, I’M RIGHT UP HERE.’ He declares. ‘I’LL HIT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YA EQUALLY. NO BIAS OR PREJUDICE. SO YOU CAN SHUT UP AND FORM AN ORDERLY LINE OR I’LL PUT YOU THERE. ANY TAKERS?’

No one speaks.

‘GO TWO BY TWOS. WE’RE GOING TWO BY TWOS, SEAT BY SEAT. THESE ARE PRISON-ISSUED, SO GET YOUR BUDDY UP.’ He glares at someone in front. ‘HEY, I SAID BUDDY, BUDDY – NO SOLOS UNLESS WE GET AN ODD NUMBER, CAPISCE? DIVVY UP!’

They start doing so.

‘The Vice-Admiral didn’t have to step in.’ Tenryuu grumbles. ‘Hamakaze needs to learn to do this job – she can yell at us just fine, but when it comes to people she friggin’ – !’

‘Commander.’ Iowa interrupts Tenryuu’s tirade.

‘Iowa?’

‘Maybe we should divvy up as The Vice-Admiral ordered.’ She giggles mischievously, gesturing to your superior. ‘I know that you think you’re all that, but I don’t think you could last a round up there.’

>‘Iowa, you’re with me.’
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’
>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’
>‘Let’s just go with the flow, sit anywhere.’
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>>717211
>>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’
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>>717211
>>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’
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>>717211
>>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’
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>>717211
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’
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>>717211
>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’
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>>717211
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’
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>>717211
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’
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>>717229
>>717231
>>717254
>>717282
>>717292
I'm in the middle of writing this up, but I'm just going to take the opportunity to say this before I post.

You guys are leaving a girl that is under your care. Under your responsibility by the Grand Lieutenant. A girl you just carelessly gave money to in the hope of her being able to hang on to it... while leaving her to the wiles of a population that does not like KanMusus to shacking up with Tenryuu on a seat. In a country where she's not remotely familiar with, alone and on a bus trip with no one familiar to talk to because you just took probably her only friend away from her to sit next to you instead of playing the gentleman.

Wow.

Write-up in 20.
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>>717330
Welp fuck. you dinguses
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>>717330
Its been a while since we've truly fucked up, all good streaks must come to an end sometime
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>>717211
>>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’
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>>717348
The only reason I bothered to typed that was because I've given the "how do you think we should act" hint twice already. This time, I reserve the right to be condescending and sarcastic, but I won't railroad it.

Time to deal with the consequences, you waifu chasers...

And you're not endearing yourself to Tenryuu doing this. Votes are locked and write-up is almost done.
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>>717330
If anyone tries to start shit, we can fight them. The Commander probably wants to fight some townies anyway. It's been a while.
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>>717351
Iowa was the one that wanted to get her share of the money saying she is mature and responsible enough to handle it, we are merely trusting her.
Plus all choices were bad regardless, the population will hate any kanmusu as we've already seen with Tenryuu.Our presence will atleast protect one of them.
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>>717361
>Plus all choices were bad regardless, the population will hate any kanmusu as we've already seen with Tenryuu.Our presence will atleast protect one of them

Or we could've put Tenryuu and Iowa together. The presence of two KanMusu sitting together would've probably dissuaded people from openly hurling abuse.

And we really do need to openly discuss choices as questers instead of just blindly voting for what we want.
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>>717366
At this rate they're going to get Yamato and/or Musashi killed when the choice I have in mind pops up. I'm looking forward to gloating and writing that part up.

Keep waifuing guys... let's see how many of them are in the graves by the time we're done.
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>>717366
If people are willing to throw abuse at a Battleship, of all Kanmusu, two of them wont actually change much, be there for each other but maybe, nothing more than that, at the end of the day only the commander can actually do something about rude humans.
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>>717387
The Admiral told us to wait, so that's what we've been doing.

As far as the previous vote. I have no fucking idea what the other questers are thinking.
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>>717389
Sure, but it's a better choice than up and abandoning a stranger in an unfamiliar country, give Iowa somebody she can talk to that ain't us while they both know we can handle ourselves
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‘All right, then.’ You nod to your guest, giving her a serious look before turning to the shuffling crowd, getting ready to pair themselves by the trucks. The Vice-Admiral was saying something unintelligible at the front, before jumping off the bonnet and walking away. ‘Iowa, are you all right sitting alone?’

‘Of course.’ There’s a coldness to her tone, but she bows respectfully, glancing at Tenryuu for a brief moment before shuffling directly behind a few people. Tenryuu, confused, looks left and right, wondering just what passed between the both of you

‘All right.’ You begin decisively, clapping your hands together. ‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’

‘What?’ She opens and closes her mouth, a bit surprised at the proposition. She shares a look with Iowa – whatever expression she was making behind you, you can’t tell. ‘Uh… if you want to, I guess.’

‘I’ll be fine.’ Iowa’s voice sounds from behind you – a little bitterness in it. ‘Must be someone around here I can pair up with.’

You don’t say anything in return, afraid of aggravating the situation even further. Immediately after, several MPs come through the crowds, corralling the people at the edges – the circular formation – into several rows. You immediately grasp Tenryuu’s hand, worried at the prospect of losing her; although, judging by the stare that she gives you right after, she’s not particularly fond of the contact… at least, she isn’t at that particular moment. The MPs corral you now, directing you to another transport. Turning behind, you expect to see Iowa, only to –

‘Where’s Iowa?’ You frown, worriedly looking back.

‘I think she was put on another transport…’ Tenryuu raises a hand.’

‘Sir, please keep to the line, you’re spilling into Unit 3.’ The MP, a large hairy man directs you to your truck, ushering your forward with surprising strength.

‘One of my – !’

‘Whoever they are, they’ll be safely on another transport.’ The MP declares in an almost automatic tone. You open your own mouth to retort, but you feel the crowd – and the shoving and the kicking – begin to spill into a little madness… before the MP whistles and yells curses at someone directly behind you, threatening to do something involving a crowbar.

Before you can turn around to get a good look, you’re already a foot up on the truck – Tenryuu right in front of you, ushering down the aisle. You look outside the windows, hoping to get a glimpse of Iowa – which you do. You see her being loaded on the transport behind you, relief washing over your person as you see an MP right next to her.

‘You see her?’ Tenryuu sit down by the window.

‘Yeah.’ You take a seat next to her.

The truck revs loudly; the convoy begins to move.

>‘When’s the last time you went inland?’
>‘Kishin Metro. Nice place.’
>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
>‘So. We’re going clothes shopping.’
>Write-In
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>>717416
>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
We fucked up. Lets address that now.
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>>717416
>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’

Iowa will just have to handle herself i guess, doubt it was any different for our other kanmusu.
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>>717416
>>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
Guess we should confront the problem and learn instead of try to ignore it
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>>717416
>>>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
say we fucked didn't we?
>>717436
new chapters out when? last chapter i read was a while ago.
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>>717416
>>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
Fuck.
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>>717480
and now I'm going to go do work due in class tomorrow.
DON'T FUCK UP ANYMORE THAN WE HAVE ALREADY!!
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You know, I want to say I'm surprised that you guys fucked up.

But that would be a lie.
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>>717416
Whatever, let the waifu fags kill their fleet due to stupid decisions.

It's like people don't realize MECH has a proper plot reason to make Tenryuu think MC is a turd. Which by extension means no waifu for you, dickheads.
Think like a fucking adult/officer, and not a civvie.
Is like to think MC should be played as such, and it would not be out of character considering he applied to join the military to begin with.

Jesus Christ, can't enjoy a quest without the platoon of crayon-eaters in the ranks.
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>>717841
we forget sometimes where we are. Wafuiung at the right time is fine. Waifuing when it is not the right time is bad. We need to follow this simple statement.
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>>717854
True, but the logic is amazing though.
"Let's assgrab with Tenryuu, while we leave our ward KanMusu with a phobia of men to fend for herself."
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>>717886
Who's got the screenshot from planefag's Strike Witches quest about our decision making skills? Sums up questers perfectly.
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>Look forward to a thread where we do fun SOL things inland
>Fellow anons screw up the whole thing

I have low expectations for the remainder of the day.
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>>717908
perfect.
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>First thread after coming back from Japan

Oh boy, here we go.

Also, I bring tribute. Have mercy, mech.

I regret that I was unable to find the mumboat but I will take it as a sign that the 11s have good taste.
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>>717977
Is there a KanColle trading card game?
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>>717979
No, these are Kancolle Arcade cards.
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>>717981
>>717977
Japan has many glorious things
Brazil-anon, is that you?
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>>718018
Nope, sorry to disappoint.

Why do the pics keep rotating, fuck.
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What have you all done
And this is y we have an ss here
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My god its ridiculous how much everyone is overreacting to this, like its the fucking end of the world or some shit.
Glad to know that whenever we protect girls in certain situations we're white knighting and when we stop doing that its the fucking apocalypse. God forbid a trip we specifically planned to shop with Tenryuu should result in us not hanging out with her.
And the end of the day the only real thing that might even happen to Iowa is she gets harassed, mugged or lost(the last being fairly difficult since we're riding in a convoy)
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>>718627
Its because we've been on a good streak recently, makes fucking up more jarring, especially since this should've been a fairly easy decision to not screw up
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>>718671
The "correct" decision on this would have been for the commander to be alone during the ride there, id rather hang out with Tenryuu then do that, the only real mistake here is taking Iowa along with us when Nachi actually needed the day off.
At the end of the day Iowa doesn't seem that much of a pushover to have trouble being alone.
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>>718627
At this point I'm more worried that this will set the tone for the rest of the day, especially considering Mech's initial reaction.

I wouldn't put it passed him to punish us for it, seeing as he seems to enjoy doing so.
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>>718728
Or remember the many times he has lied with the OOC stuff and everyone fell for it, this time the only real thing i care about is our relationship with Tenryuu, Iowa herself admitted to being a "Grown up" so she will have to deal with whatever that entails.
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For the first time in a while, you roll past the hills and into the highway heading back towards the inland cities. On your left side, you spy the exit heading towards where the Admiralty HQ was, an old stall with what looked like a family, selling snacks to the rare passers by on the way back. Your body sways left and right as the truck revs downhill onto the green plains – you overlook the fields through the opposite windows of the transport, taking in the view of green, yellow and brown. In front of the transport you were in was another transport, large and loud; behind was another, with Iowa inside.

The mood on the aisles was somber and quiet – save for a few chatting men at the back of the bus, mumbling about one thing or the other, although you do make out that the topic probably has something to do with baseball – just as the town had been. In an almost melancholic way, they seemed to carry the gloom from their former lives with them… however, that didn’t explain the somber mood that your Light Cruiser had adopted as well. In the last half an hour, she’d been in a daze, looking straight on ahead with a worried expression.

‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’ You inquire, a little worried – she was never this quiet.

‘I don’t think we should have left Iowa alone.’

‘I think she can take care of herself.’

You wonder if that response from you was a little too harsh – too quick and too callous. As Tenryuu snaps her head back at you, you suspect that, indeed, had been the case. You give her credit for keeping the dismissive nature of her stare as toned down as possible, though. You gulp, jumping back a little – even with it toned down as it was, Tenryuu’s displeasure by the decision that you had undertaken was, quite frankly, still very much intact.

‘She’s in a truck full of strangers, carrying a was of cash in her cleavage with no one to talk to in a country she’s never been in.’ She hisses, leaning in closely. ‘How do you think you’d feel if someone did something like that to you?’

‘Reasonably unhappy.’

‘Compounding with the fact that she already has reason to dislike you in making that decision?’

You bring a hand to your chin,

‘Particularly hateful.’ You grimace, instantly regretful. ‘Why didn’t you say anything, then?’

‘It’s not as if I’m going to go right against my own Commanding Officer! I may disagree with you, but I respect your position.’ Tenryuu runs a hand through her hair. ‘And Iowa looked pretty much resigned to it… I couldn’t say anything when she put on a face like that.’

‘Like – ?’

‘Nothing, it’s just girl stuff.’ She sighs. ‘Highway’s empty. Go figure.’

She’d changed the topic.

>‘People don’t travel much these days.’ (Past experiences)
>‘What do you expect? Supplies low, luxuries in premium.’ (Analytical)
>‘Makes for a smooth journey.’ (Blunt)
>‘When’s the last time you went inland?’
>Write-In
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>>719848
>‘People don’t travel much these days.’ (Past experiences)
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>>719848
>‘People don’t travel much these days.’ (Past experiences)
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>>719848
>‘People don’t travel much these days.’ (Past experiences)
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‘People don’t travel much these days.’ You sigh.

An old man, sitting directly in front of you, turns around to give you a look of understanding – wrinkled and serious, he resembled a wizened rooster more than anything else. You frown – had you said something to offend him? It wouldn’t have been the first in this already-dreadful start to the day.

‘That’s because there hasn’t been much reason to.’ He says in a gravely voice, gesturing over the back of the seat to the rest of the crowd. ‘Look around you, sonny, does it look like people are bundles of joy?’

‘Excuse me?’ You frown, confused – you hadn’t expected to talk with anyone other than Tenryuu, being from the Admiralty. Had they failed to recognize you? Then again, you were out of uniform, and Tenryuu was out of gear…

‘There ain’t much reason to go on a vacation – people are strapped for cash and make do with what they can.’ He continues, leaning towards the back of the seat, now fully turned around and intent of pursuing a chat with you. ‘Most of the international businesses that Taiyouga had a hold on before the war broke out are gone; we’ve gone through a strict shuffling the last decade and the way things are going, everything’s going at a premium or dirt cheap.’

‘At least the local businesses are fine.’ You answer back, nodding.

‘I’m tellin’ ya, it’s all part of mother nature’s wrath!’ A young woman with huge looping earrings calls out from behind you, brushing behind your ear to join in on the conversation. ‘That’s what the Abyssals are, ya know? They’re out here to punish us for our careless nature.’

From the other aisle, a man lets out a huge bark of sarcastic laughter, prompting you and Tenryuu to turn towards him.

‘You’re losin’ the plot. It’s all a government conspiracy to keep the anti-nationalists coalitions from rising up again!’ He sneers, looking at your side with disdain. ‘All those people can say and smirk all they want, but the proof is there, ain’t it? We’re keeping dealings with Haszad to a minimum even though they’re pretty much the only thing we’re connected to – nothing’s flying because of a lack of resources and we’re backtrackin’ on to – !’

Another old man – sitting behind him, lets out his own bellow.

‘That’s hogwash and you know it, young’un – we’ve angered the Gods in our pride and lust for war!’ At this, everyone – save for you and Tenryuu – groans. ‘It is the only thing that makes sense with ‘em sending this barrage after us!’

That was apparently the prompt for the rest of the passengers to jump on in.

‘You got it wrong. It’s a joint biological experiment gone wrong that propagated into a – !’

‘Can you folks keep it down? We’re trying to compare box scores here!’

‘Why you – !’

>Listen on
>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks
>Put in your own opinion (Write-In)
>Write-In
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>>719969
>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks
im banking on spiritual bollocks
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>>719969
>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks
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>>719969
>Listen on
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>>719969
>>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks
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‘What do you think Tenryuu?’ You turn to your Light Cruiser.

Surprisingly, she’s very much deep in thought. Arms crossed and one leg over the other, Tenryuu’s one good eye shone with a deep mystique, humming and looking to the ceiling of the transport, pondering. Around you, the whole transport had devolved into a sort of intense discussion that mingled politics, mysticism, sports and celebrity gossip – a far cry to how the first half of the journey had been. The old man that had been in front of you was standing on his chair, half-shouting profanities at a middle-aged woman on the nature of the war, while the young man that had been shouting about baseball not moments ago was now between the two seating arrangements, talking about his team – The Gunma South Staghorns – and how Kongou had personally endorsed the team. You don’t care how it had devolved into that kind of argument; at this moment, you don’t particularly care.

At least it wasn’t so quiet. It had been like a funeral trip before; now there was at least some active discussion going on.

‘I don’t really know.’ Tenryuu finally answers, letting out an annoyed sigh.

‘What do you mean you don’t really know?’ You frown – for one of the smartest KanMusu on record… probably the most intelligent one on paper, for Tenryuu to not really have an opinion on the origins of the Admiralty’s foes was a little strange.

‘The Admiralty’s been fighting the Abyssals for a decade.’ Tenryuu takes a tone that was half-bored, half-frustrated, scratching the side of her cheek as she watches the scenery shift from hills and rolling fields into paddy fields. ‘Aside from the fact that they’ve laid waste to hundreds of coastal towns and want us to stay out of the oceans, I don’t think that we know anything about them. From what the Shamans, the Fairies, told us, all that they can make out from the Abyssals is that they hold some sort of Grudge. It’s called the Grudge of the Sea; but I think they already told you that in the application.’

‘Do we even know what they’re angry about?’ You wonder aloud. Tenryuu’s reaction is immediate and dismissive; she gives a shrug, resting her head against the back of the chair… before raising herself slightly, likely in discomfort.

‘Who knows? Pollution. War. Famine. That kid who peed in the ocean from a hundred years ago. Who the Hell knows?’

‘I thought you were meant to be the smart one.’

Tenryuu isn’t amused.

‘I am smart. I just don’t dwell on things that I won’t be able to jump immediately on and off – it clouds judgment; and since I’m out there, patrol force or part of Division ops or anything, it makes me hesitate. It’s simpler to think of your enemies as faceless and without motivation than it is to take them for more value than they’ve given and presented.' She huffs.

TBC
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‘You’re content to let things be?’ You question, frowning.

‘I’m content on keeping things manageable.’ She elaborates, annoyed at the bout of questioning, if her appearance said anything about it. ‘Part of being intelligent is knowing what to do when – if you’re going to tell me to take sensitivity class on the notions of the Abyssals being misunderstood little babies that need love and care instead of a Fairy-blessed shell, forget the Submarine, I’m going to report you.’

You smirk. However, at Tenryuu’s withering look… it immediately disappears.

‘You’re serious.’ You utter in disbelief. Tenryuu wouldn’t, would she?

‘I am.’ She affirms her position, nonchalantly tilting her head as she holds you in a stern gaze. ‘Maybe you’re not ready for the gut-wrenching facts of it as you think you are… and maybe you don’t know just why they’re attacking, but Commander, they’re killing people. They’re coming onto your beaches and dragging humans back and laying waste to towns, families; is that a side that you really want to sympathize with? The kind that does those kind of things, even if they think it was good or bad? Would you side with me if I did those things, Commander?’

‘Tenryuu – !’

‘In the event of a role change, regardless of the factors involved in the identity, a wrong act is still wrong.’ Your mouth opens and closes, wondering just what had dragged her down this particular tangent. Tenryuu had always been a little painful, but at this very moment, you wonder just how much more she’d resemble The Admiral in this particular mode of conversation. ‘Dragging kids out to sea over a grudge that they don’t have anything to do with? That they don’t have a clue for? You got some sort of twisted reasoning behind that kind of rationale?’

Your bite the inside of your cheek, looking away from Tenryuu, resting on the back of the chair as the din around you rises. You had never bothered to think about it like that… the most you’d thought before and during this tenure of yours was proving your worth; not question whether you were doing the right thing in the grand scheme of things. She puts a hand on your shoulder, apparently regretful taking that tangent.

You raise your hand and put it over hers. No hard feelings.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… look.’ She sighs. ‘Maybe they do have a legitimate reason… but whatever it is, you’re talking about the death of millions, the breaking of families, losing your friends… whatever they have in mind, that’s what they’re doing. If you’re thinking that it’s in any way just…’

‘It’s all right.’ You’re more intent on dropping the topic than pursuing it. ‘I’m glad you were able to share it with me. Thank you.’

‘I’m power napping.’ Tenryuu closes her one good eye. ‘Suggest you do the same.’

>Sleep
>Talk with the other passengers
>Write-In
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>>720103
>Sleep
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>>720103
>Sleep
Also, lets NOT fuck up anymore today. I can feel mech breathing behind me ready to slit my throat already.
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>>720135
Tenryuu just blew this way out of proportions, especially now that we've even seen the people on the transport not being massive assholes like we previously expected.
Regardless the lesson we can get from this is that doing nice things for the kanmusu doesn't matter in any way since the first not nice thing we do will lead to them burning bridges with us.
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>>720158
The topic of the Abyssals is a very sore point for her. It's not about nice or not, with the fact that you're fighting them and that a good portion of Tenryuu's acquaintances have been probably eaten or thrown out of commission, Tenryuu doesn't want anything to do with things that would "humanize" them. She's not angry at you over the topic, but she is annoyed that with all the devastation is going on, that you put in the inference that there might be more to an Abyssal attack than raw devastation.

Tenryuu is intelligent, but she's also seen enough in her 9 years of fighting - even on Patrol Duty - that the insinuation and implication that there is any sort of rationale that is able to be sympathized with isn't in any way, shape or form, helpful. Millions of people are dead and many of her friends are gone. That there is "motivation" or any implication at it being in any way sympathetic, for Tenryuu, makes the deaths on her side much less cheap.

I thought you guys would get that talking with so many of the KanMusu before this. It's not about the motivation - they hate humans and kill them by the droves. KanMusu don't like them for doing that and have no tolerance for it. They're summons of the Fairies, who love humanity.
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>>720174
It's understandable she feels this way. But that was a quite the leap with her implying we sympathise with abyssals just because we asked her opinion in the matter.
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I get that she hates abyssals and all that but the real problem here is the notion that we would symphatize with abyssals, when it was more curiosity than anything else.
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>>720197
>‘I thought you were meant to be the smart one.’
>‘You’re content to let things be?’ You question, frowning.
>You smirk. However, at Tenryuu’s withering look… it immediately disappears.

These two terms and the smirk got to her. That's what happens when you don't read the mood. People get angry, like in real life. Some things... people really take offense to.
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Wake… up…

What?

You roll over, off the couch and onto the… carpet. Yes, this was a carpet, all right. The brand new carpet that your sister had just bought a few days ago; you clutch your head. Your throat feels mightily dry; you could really go for a dr – no, no – you shake your head, groaning audibly enough that rather than the sound, you feel the rumbling in your ears. You roll onto your side now, pushing your knee against the floor of the apartment, counting backward from ten… and pushing yourself up and losing your balance. The soreness in your head had struck, and again, you were falling into…

Clumsy.

‘Sis.’

The word leaves your tongue with a vague unfamiliarity to it, as though an alien term. You frown and shake your head, trying to get your bearings again. Your sister’s white strands of hair tickle your nose as her large, long arms try to hoist you – your whole body weight – into a stand, her own rumbling laughter reaching your ears. You spy the bustling city outside – by the noise, it was clearly past morning. You wince as your sister’s huge hands poke into your ribs, finally able to to set you properly – you stumble slightly, but don’t fall. Clutching your head and gritting your teeth, you try to recall what put you in this situation in the first place.

Your boss called. I said we would be spending the whole day in bed.

‘What? You called in si – ?’ You groan again, cheeks red, flopping onto the couch. ‘I swear to God, you really need to cut it out with those jokes. I think people are really going to come banging down the door and tossing us both in a mental institution.’

It keeps me occupied. After all, you know I can’t leave this place in my condition.

You sigh, remembering yesterday and trying to drown out your sister’s bemused voice. For someone so silent most of the time, she was unusually chatty with you this morning. You’d just been out celebrating a particularly big kill on the business side of things – a coup de grace if you were Romerian, and your boss had been particularly happy about the turn of events and had dragged everyone active on duty for a night involving strippers, raining wads of money and a very effeminate male host. Still… it was a Hell of an accomplishment, considering just how small your company was.

It’s unfortunate that you have to go out there for both our sakes. I would have preferred it if I had as much rein as you did.

‘Not a chance.’ You get to your feet again, taking off your shirt. ‘I actually have something to get us going now.’

You hate me, don’t you?

You spin around, annoyed.

>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
>‘You’re family.’
>‘Maybe.’
>Write-In
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>>720247
>Say nothing

UH OH.
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>>720247
>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
Welp Seaport-nee is back, hopefully Tenryuu wakes us up before its too late.
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>>720247
>why do you hate us
aint buying this shit
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>>720247
>>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
This could be a real whopper of a bad situation.
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>>720247
>More waifubait
>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
Not today mech, not today.
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>>720247
>‘Maybe.’

We already have 2 fuckups today, I wasn't ready for this.
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>>720247
>>‘You’re family.’
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>>720313
Maybe...the more we fuck up...the more mech sends us "home"
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>>720207
Don't read the mood?
>‘I thought you were meant to be the smart one.’
>‘You’re content to let things be?’ You question, frowning.
>You smirk. However, at Tenryuu’s withering look… it immediately disappears.
I don't remember choosing these responses.
Especially when our initial choice was just a query on her opinion.
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>>720247
‘I hate that you’re like this.’
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>>720346
I think you forget that we have apparent little control when it comes to the Commander when you get on down to it.
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>>720346
I think it's Mech punishing us by having the Commander turn into an insensitive douchebag all of a sudden.

I mean, if it's really as sore of a subject for everyone as it has been shown to be, it doesn't make any sense for the MC to try to make light of it.
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>>720388
Ehh it's not really having him turn insensitive out of a sudden, we just haven't thought about our choices much. With Iowa we went for waifu choice instead of thinking that she's probably just acting tough, with Tenryuu we drilled a sensitive topic. We haven't thought about what we're saying so the commander didn't think of what he was saying, I'd say that's fair.

For now let's just focus on surviving Hime-chan without Kaga and Nagato to help us.
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>>720346
You separated Iowa and Tenryuu - who Tenryuu elected to bring around. You tried to make light of the situation by being joking about it and misread it - a cause and effect caused by you not reading that Iowa and Tenryuu wanted to be next to each other, which was why your Heavenly Dragon had put her up as one of the choices.

This is the progression from that choice - you failed to read the mood then and are paying for it now. Read moods better, know when to fall for the waifu bait and when not to. You don't have to be "in your face" with the girls for them to like you. Sometimes letting them do their own thing is good, but you need to stamp down and know when you're in charge.

It's like real life. Be calculative and thinking instead of thinking this is a pure dating sim. I almost killed off Nagato - I have no qualms turning the universe against you in this Quest if you go full renegade and detach yourself from the bonds of alliance.

>>720374
Actually, coming down to it, it is very much in line with your attitude when red text is closely involved. You get a little snappier, a bit more mouthy, and you almost reduced Shigure to a few tears.

>>720327
>>720388
I'm drawing influence from Black Isles. It's less of a punishment and more of a "If you don't read the situation, people/the world is going to be more dickish to you".

But I'm not without mercy as a DM/QM. You'll have your points to make it up. Meanwhile, you've actually made the mood worse regarding Iowa and Tenryuu.

Good luck sorting them both out.

Anyway, this is really fun. I don't get to dick over people for making bad choices as often as I would like as a DM. This is the perfect opportunity for me to run wild.

That is, if you guys keep this up.
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Oh, and I'll be resuming pretty late. I have a dinner function tonight. Take care for now!
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>>720429
Nah, I was against splitting up Iowa and Tenryuu last night.
So your preaching about reading moods and waifu-fagging means little to me tbqh.
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>>720475
>>720429
I wasn't able to make it last night, so im essentially in the same boat.
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>>720537
same.

Then again without that ooc bit of info after the vote, I think it would have fallen to waifu voting anyways.
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>>720537
Same here. I got here like ten minutes after the votes were locked in.
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>>720547
Just remember to give things a good think through and you will be fine.
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>>720641
Yea.

Especially after know we have an idea of how mech will treat this. Waifu voting will have to take a back seat as long as theres something else to work on and we should all remember that.
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>>720651
To be fair, unless you haven't been reading all of the previous threads, you should have known this by now.
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>>720670
Yea. But look at what happened up thread.
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>>720723
Which part are you referring to?
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I was actually wondering recently, have you thought about having discord or something for the quest? I saw that on some other quests and they're kinda shit but I'd probably be up for chatting with people from here.
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>>720767
We could always just do that here. Lord know we have the space.
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>>720767
You know, a discord would actually be very useful. It would at least encourage more discussion before we vote.
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>>720778
Agree, it would be nice to actually deliberate on the fly before making a call.
Especially if it's a combat phase, or scene that is especially game changing.
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>>720790
>>720778
>>720767
Mech could communicate with us more effectively too. Ultimately its up to him though
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>>720825
I'd actually rather you guys run discussions among yourselves. I'm still quite traditional when it comes to DMing, so if any of you want to run an OOC Discord, it's best for me not to be involved, lest I be tempted to spoil the fun.

Be back in a bit, just home to pick up some things before heading back next door.
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remember, no waifu posting, we are neck deep into really weird shit
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>>720859
how about no waifu posting until the sub goes home at a minimum?
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>>720870
that too
the iowa bulling we did was waifuposting too
i got one but do NOT post with your dick, post with your brain
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>>720855
Well in that case I've set one up to see if people are interested. https://discord.gg/DXsehSp
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>>720880
>>720870
Does every single interaction with kanmusu have to be waifuing? Can we not just hang out normally?
Not that it matters much now, the trip might aswell not exist with how horribly it went.
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>>720896
Its not over yet.
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>>720896
>the trip might aswell not exist with how horribly it went
Tone down the doomsaying, if fucking up with a gang boss didn't end the quest, then there'll be opportunities to make up for this
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>>720905
It just feels like what we do is pointless if because of one mistake we're acused of betraying humanity
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>>720925
What?
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>>720937
Being accused of sympathizing with abyssals might aswell mean betraying humanity
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>>720947
of course, how do you expect someone to react when you tell them that the things that murdered a bunch of people they know and love might actually not be all that evil?
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>>720958
We merely inquired on her opinion on the matter, wether she actually had a reason she thought the abyssals came to exist for, i dont think at any point we said they were justified actions, seeing as how we almost lost our arm against them.
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>>720968
We started to delve into the reasoning. Re-read the convo
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>>720974
Its understandable that she is pissed off, but if we were in a similar situation and started calling our kanmusu useless trash that shit wouldn't fly. The bottom line of what im trying to get at is that we should also feel more affected by her harsh words rather than feel guilty over the decision.
Or in Telltale phrasing "The Commander will remember that"
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>>720999
We weren't called useless trash. I think you are reading way too deep into this.
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>>721005
I wasn't saying we were called that, but for kanmusu being called useless is one of those very painful insult, similarily us being called abyssal sympathizers should rank around the same.
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‘I hate that you’re like this.’ You sigh, unbuckling your pants and scrunching your nose as the odor hit your senses. You did stink quite a bit… that bender the night before must have been at someplace cheap – or one of the stops probably had been cheap. You smell like roasted peanuts and rotten tomatoes. ‘I mean, you used to be…’

You blink. You can’t remember. Strange.

‘I don’t know it used to be, but you weren’t like this before.’ You reason. How careless could it have been for you to not to be able to remember how your sister used to be – but somehow, right now it just didn’t feel so important.

That’s a lot of assuming on your part. You can barely remember yesterday, let alone how it used to be.

‘You used to scold me a lot more.’ You finally recall; there had been times when she had been physical, putting those large clawed hands on your shoulders to get you to sit still… or threatening to spill your guts when you’d refused to put down the cigarette. ‘You used to yell at me whenever I did something bad or went out of line with the neighbors. Now you’re just… there.’

She sighs, looking away and adjusting her top.

It’s not as if I could help it, you know. I never asked for this.

‘I know, I know, it’s kind of… I think it’s just been a lot for the both of us, ever since we started living together.’ Back then, she’d been the one that sorted everything out around the house. Now, though, now that fell down to you. ‘Still, I’m surprised there was somewhere with this much space going this cheap.’

Considering the fact that there was a couple that committed lover’s suicide in here, it isn’t so unreasonable to put it at such a low price. It pays not to be so superstitious, after all.

You wince. That hadn’t been somewhere you wanted to take the conversation.

‘Can you not mention that?’

What?

‘That suicide thing.’ You slap your bare knee, now fully nude save for your boxers. ‘I know that you don’t believe in it, but it creeps me out every time you tell the story.’

Since when did you believe in that nonsense?

‘I don’t.’ You say defensively. ‘I just think that it’s not something you want to particularly mention on a dinner date or a coffee table discussion.’

Hee.

‘You know, despite looking so stupid, you got some brains inside that jumble you call noggin.’

Maybe. In the same mold, despite looking so round and being so boorish, you have a successful track record concerning women.

You say nothing.

Did she say no?

>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)
>‘I didn’t expect it to last, anyway.’ (Stubborn)
>‘It was all her.’ (Blame her)
>‘Can you not get on my case this time?’ (Defensive)
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>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’
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>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)
This definitely relates to our current real-world situation.
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>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’
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>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’
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>>721234
>‘I didn’t expect it to last, anyway.’ (Stubborn)
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>>721234
>>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)
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>>721234
>>‘I didn’t expect it to last, anyway.’ (Stubborn)
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>>721234
Come on guys let's not let her play therapist with us
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>>721234
>>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)
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>>721234
>stubborn
Forgot my vote.
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‘I may have said things I shouldn’t have.’ You admit.

The reaction from your older sister, with that high black collar and the white hair, is of bemused laughter, making you turn red from embarrassment but otherwise keeping your trap shut. She may have been confined to the grounds of the house, but if you gave anything else, you know for a fact that she’d latch on and give you a Hell of a lecture… not to mention those sharp claws look like they could tear into you. Again.

You really need to watch your tongue sometimes.

‘Don’t blame me.’ You huff, taking off your boxers and throwing them her way, annoyed. Your sister rolls her eyes, catching the rolled up fabric with a frown and a giggle. Having been around each other for 20-odd years, it’s not as if there was anything there that she didn’t know about. ‘I could be in her head and still make a wrong move – blame your gender – ow!

A peanut. She’d chucked a peanut onto your forehead.

Don’t say things that you’re not able to prove or disprove. Sometimes it’s not so simple.

‘You’re telling me that it wasn’t okay to try to lighten the situation with a joke?’ You give yourself a scratch, making her scrunch her nose in disgust. ‘Besides, how do you know what happened, anyway?’

Your sister has none of it, crossing her arms and standing to her full height – a full head taller than you. You’re not intimidated, though – the bite was always worse than the bark when it came to her. As long as she kept her mitts to herself, you didn’t run that risk too badly.

We live under the same roof and you make passing comments about my chest. I believe that I know the nature of what you implied by your sentence. She took it in a way you didn’t intend to. How close to a bullseye am I?

You mumble, turning on your heel. You needed a shower.

You can play the silent game, but it’s not going to make things any better. We know I’m going to win anyway.

‘I’m going to go have a shower.’ You growl, annoyed.

Hang on.

You stop, your shoulders slumping.

If you walk away now, that will be the end of it. I won’t annoy you with the details or try to rip open whatever wound you think you got closed… but if you really need to talk, you know that I’m here to listen.

‘I can handle my own things.’

I know you can. But sometimes you can’t handle things on your own, you know – isn’t that what your boss tells you?

‘You can be such a pain in the neck sometimes.’ You glare at her the best you can, although, being larger and more intimidating in stature than you… it does nothing.

She grins. Equal parts kindness and mischief.

I am your Onee-sama, after all.

>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)
>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)
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So guys. IIRC Kaga said that every trace of the Princess had been removed from our stream. It's going to fucking suck if my theory is wrong, but hear me out:

I think this is the red voice trying to get us back on track. It just manifested as something we've already encountered in a dream. Besides, if the Princess were still around, you'd think it would've been more obvious, or at least that Kaga would've been able to detect it.

>>721354
>>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)
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>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’
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>>721376
Or we could just dismiss this and handle our own shit, even if your right there isn't much the voice can put us back on track that we can't do it ourselves
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>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’
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>>721354
>>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)
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>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)
all good things happen in the shower anyway
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>>721354
>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)
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>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)

This has been the hardest choice in this quest yet ;_:
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>>721462
is not seaport, its whatever that red text is
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>>721474
If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the red text is either the Commander's subconscious or unconscious thoughts.
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>>721354 #
>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)
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>>721488
WE GOT (partialy) BRAINWASHED DRY
SHIT
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>>721488
I'm fairly sure one of us has made a Persona 4 comment about that
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You give her a piercing glare, one that makes her wilt slightly. A part of you goes out to her – she had meant well, but for you, right now… you just couldn’t. It wasn’t about having pride as a man or any of that macho talk; more than anything, what came off on you was the fear that you would be vulnerable. She had probably been through the same things you’d harrowed through; probably more than a fair share meant for her, but right now, you didn’t feel comfortable around her; she was as much your sister as she was an alien presence. She was always there with those red eyes… and she couldn’t understand where you were coming from, all these years together.

I do know, of course.

Something catches in your throat, your temper rising at being played so easily. Your sister gives a sad smile, giving a respectful and at the same time, hurtful bow, turning around and making her way – dropping your boxers off in the nearby machine – to the kitchenette, probably to prepare lunch or something to that effect. With it being so very late, it was probably the habit in her that made her make move in getting the meal done. You don’t know why you stand there, watching her work – there’s an almost melancholic aura about her as she goes to the cabinet overhead and pulling out a box of banana burritos.

Go and have your shower. I’ll be here if you ever need me.

You click your tongue in annoyance. She always went there whenever you went over or near a particular edge. Scratching your bum, you haul your nude self into the apartment’s washroom, eager to get as far away from her as possible. She could bring things to an awkward step if she ever wanted to… and while it was something you didn’t mind having around once in a while, the way she held it out there at times was nothing short of manipula –

I love you, okay. That doesn’t change.

You look over your shoulder at your smiling sister, clicking your tongue again and grunting as you step into the washroom, clicking the door behind you and into the shower stall. Turning it on, you begin to lose yourself in your thoughts.

There isn’t a bone in your body that didn’t have a shred a doubt at your sister’s words. Dismissive as you had been, you realize that she was indeed just trying to fulfill her role. After the unfortunate incident that had rendered her unable to leave the confines of the apartment, she had tried her best to contribute in ways that you couldn’t but she could – far from it for her to slack off and leave you to do all the work.

‘Hey.’

You hear the door opens and shuts with a click and a squeak… had she – ?

No. It wasn’t your sister. It was too short to be your sister.

It was an intruder.

In broad daylight?

>Go on the offensive
>Go on the defensive
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>>721563
>Go on the defensive
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>>721563
>>Go on the defensive
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>>721563
>Go on the defensive
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>>721563
>>Go on the defensive
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>>721563
>Go on the offensive

This is our world and whoever that is, they're not a part of it.
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You take the back scrubber – the only thing remotely threatening in here that you can defend yourself with. You lean yourself against the wall, waiting for the silhouette to get closer; it didn’t make sense for you to charge out in the nude. How had they entered your apartment so easily? Had they got to your sister first? Your mind races as you wonder just what had happened – how could it have happened? Was she all right? Was she tied up? Had they done away with her?

An eerie, unearthly sound echoes in the bathroom, like chain dragging against metal floor, echoing and crying out. You find yourself paralyzed. Not with fear or anticipation… very literally… paralyzed. You are stiff and unmoving as the silhouette grows and grows, now very much taller than your sister had been. You try to move your feet; you try to scream, or try to and try but no part of you moves – no part of you wants to move. A deep, booming voice sounds as the lights go brighter and brighter and with tremendous force, the doors to the stall open and you take in –

A blob wearing an eyepatch? How strange. And cute, somewhat.

Commander.

‘Tenryuu?’

You groan, stretching. Your back’s a little sore from our nap… but other than that, you really can’t com – oh, yes, you can. The back of your head aches tremendously, but otherwise, you’re a little rejuvenated. The familiar stench of people hits your nose, but the lack of a rumble tells you that you’re not… moving. You look around to see that people were gathered at the back of the transport or on the side, trying to get a better look at something that was apparently going on. Tenryuu’s annoyed face makes itself known to you, about what you don’t know… but you know enough that this time it’s not directly related to you.

For one, if it were for you, you would have felt it.

‘Are we there yet?’ You look around; that had been your first thought. There was no way there had been –

‘No, we’ve stopped. There’s trouble in the transport behind us.’ As the lips say the words, you let out an exasperated sigh. Sometimes you just couldn’t win; even on a day off, there had to be problems here and there. ‘The MP’s stepped out to see what’s going on… but it’s been about ten minutes. I don’t know what the issue is… one of the other’s

‘Can’t they just leave that truck behind or something?’

Tenryuu actually does glare at you this time.

‘Okay, okay, bad form on my part.’ You raise your hands apologetically, stretching again.

Around you, people were wondering the same thing you were. Just what was going on back there?

‘Don’t have a clue at what’s going on?’

‘Nope.’

>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)
>‘The MPs can handle it.’ (Let it be)
>Write-In
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>>721660
>>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)
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>>721660
>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)
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>>721660
>>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)
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>>721660
>>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)
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>>721660

>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)
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>>721660
>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)
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>>721670
>>721671
>>721673
>>721674
Sorry to cut the 4 hour session short, but I need rest. Will run the next session with a twitter announcement. Till next time!
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>>721693
See you MECH
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>>721693
Thanks for running!
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>>721693
what the hell was with seaport?
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>>721693
Later hoss.
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>>721693
Don't worry, get rest. Good session, glad to see Seaport again.
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‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ You declare, albeit reluctantly, getting to your feet and moving past Tenryuu.

‘The MPs probably got it handled, though.’ Tenryuu surprisingly rationalizes. It really was tempting… getting back to your nap and letting things go as they were seemed to be the better option; still… you were a Commander, off-duty or not.

‘Yeah, they probably do.’ You admit. Despite your misgivings with the whole process, the Chief really had things running well… if a bit of an antagonistic bias towards you. ‘But what’s the use of me filling out those mounds of paperwork if I’m just going to sit in a bus letting that pile grow when I get back, anyway. I’m going out there.’

Tenryuu’s good eye lights up. She gives a light giggle – one with a hint of… pride, you supposed, at your words. She slips you a wink, leaning back on her chair and nodding in agreement; that was probably, strangely enough, the best mood that she’d been in with you involved since this little trip started. If there were more crisis situations on hand, you’d take them with open arms if it meant improving your relations with your charges; it seemed that they were the best way of conveying just how much you weren’t as much a jerk as your words and attitude seemed to imply.

‘Go get ‘em, tiger.’ She smirks, leaning back. Apparently she’d be seating this one out.

Then again, you had just declared that you’d take the case.

You get out of the transport, hopping down onto the highway. By the grassy roadside, you see four MPs huddled around someone – or something, and a someone with blatantly dyed green hair with their arms crossed just outside the huddle. There was some sort of argument going on, and

‘I’m not trying to be hysterical, please.’ A familiar voice – one that you hope isn’t one of the involved parties – reaches your ears. You really, really hope that she wasn’t involved. ‘I just dropped my money and was looking for it when – when this woman touched me! I swear, I was only looking for my – !’

You approach the huddle… it really is Iowa.

‘Look, ma’am, whatever it is, it’s not worth it.’ One of the MPs declares. ‘I think you should put it behind you and – !’

‘You had your hand down my skirt, you damn – !’ Iowa growls, furious. She rounds on the woman – yes, that definitely was a woman in dyed green hair.

The MPs immediately grab her arms, taking her away.

‘Hey!’ She cries out, shocked. ‘Wh – What are you?’

‘That’s enough.’ You declare your presence with authority, taking out your ID.

Iowa glares hurtfully at the MP holding her.

>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)
>‘She’s my charge, MP. I suggest you release her from your hold right now.’ (Mildly threatening)
>‘Iowa?’ (Confused)
>Write-In
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>>723668
>>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)
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>>723668
>>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)
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>>723668
>>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)
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>>723686
>>723697
>>723702
Oh, fuck, I had the old prompts. Let me correct that. Taking the votes back.

Sorry.
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>>723734
can't make things easy for us can ya?
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>'MP, I'd like a debriefing please.' (Pull an MP aside and to talk him first)
>'Gentlemen, if you'd release my charge, please.' (Bring Iowa over to your side first)
>'There better be an excuse for this.' (Annoyed/Threatening)
>'Ma'am, am I correct to assume you're involved? (Talk to the green-haired girl first)
>'Why am I not surprised?' (Jest)
>Write-In
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>>723686
>>723702
>>723741

These are what they were supposed to be. I apologize. >>723747

I didn't realize I'd copypasted the old doc.
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>>723747
>>'MP, I'd like a debriefing please.' (Pull an MP aside and to talk him first)
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>>723747
>>'MP, I'd like a debriefing please.' (Pull an MP aside and to talk him first)
Might as well be professional
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>>723747
>>Write-In
"Gentlemen, let me calm her down first. I'll be right back to you."

Pull Iowa abit away from the others first. Give her some space to breath and calm her down first.
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>>723747
>>'Gentlemen, if you'd release my charge, please.' (Bring Iowa over to your side first)
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>>723747
>'Gentlemen, if you'd release my charge, please.' (Bring Iowa over to your side first)
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>>723760
>>723762
>>723762
>>723894
>>723895
Sorry for the delay, guys. I had to sort out my own KanColle things. Like clearing 5-5.

Unsuccessfully.

Fuck you RNG/Tanaka. Let me flip the coin so we can get down to business.

And... Coin flipped. Winner decided.
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>>723747
>>'Gentlemen, if you'd release my charge, please.' (Bring Iowa over to your side first)
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Iowa didn’t look the least bit happy being manhandled by the two MPs – although, given her true strength, you’re rather thankful that she hadn’t turned any of them into paste. More than anything, though, she seemed… cornered, terrified at the situation. She may have been taller than most women that you knew, but being a KanMusu, the power behind a fist or a knee would have turned them into nothing more than splatter marks on the floor. She struggled a little – probably trying to hold back a little more in the process, because going by your experience with Battleships… it wouldn’t have looked good on paper.

You were thankful for that. However, you weren’t thankful at just how roughly they were treating her.

‘Gentlemen, if you’d release my charge, please?’ You put away your ID.

The both of them look at you incredulously. To your annoyance, they didn’t do so immediately… or at all, actually; in fact, a third MP moved behind Iowa and took out what looked to be a pair of handcuffs from one of the pouches by his side. You approach them – for instant, meeting Iowa’s mixed gaze – at which they immediately halt their actions, staring you down. The fourth MP quickly approaches you – you notice that he had been the one in charge of your transport.

‘Look, sir, she’s causing a ruckus.’ He tries to sound as reasonable as he can, but the fact that you hadn’t even heard the details of the case and that they were overruling you before you could even get a word in to address the matter at hand only made him sound a lot more unreasonable. ‘For the civilian safety, we’re looking to put the more dangerous of the two belligerents into temporary – !’

Then I’ll take responsibility.’ You insist, putting your hands behind your back and giving him a light glare. Sometimes you wonder if The Grand Lieutenant wasn’t so bad a role model at times; the way the men seemed to falter was something you could get used to. ‘That’ll do it, right?’

The green-haired girl mumbles something, putting her hands in her pockets and sending a look at you, before turning away.

The MPs sigh, nodding to each other before releasing Iowa. Instead of waiting for her to make the walk towards you… you decide that you at least owe her for inadvertently putting her into this mess; if she’d been with Tenryuu or with you, none of this would have happened in the first place. You raise your prosthetic, holding her shoulder as you lead her away from the group of five. They weren’t done with you, either – if anything, you’d just jumped into a workload.

‘Are you all right?’

Iowa’s shoulders shake a little; her lips give to a plaintive smile for a moment, before looking away.

‘Cool down a bit.’ You advise with care. ‘I’ll talk to them.’

>‘Unless you have something to say.’
>Talk to the girl
>Talk to the MPs
>Write-In
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>>723928
>Talk to the MPs
We can get Iowa's side of the story after she's had a minute to calm down.
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>>723928
>Talk to the MPs
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>>723928
>>Talk to the MPs
"Gentlemen, apologies for the commotion. Can you tell me what happened?"
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>>723928
>>Talk to the MPs
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>>723928
>Talk to the MPs
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Iowa opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it, nodding. Her eyes gleam in thanks as she steps away from you onto the slope by the side of the road. As you turn around to walk back to the MPs, you notice that the girl had grown a little more annoyed and impatient – she looked like you were wasting her time; she looked like everyone was wasting her time. The MPs frown as you approach them, hands in the pockets of your coats. It was time for you to just make sense of what happened… and why Iowa had been so angry that she’d want to strike and lash out at someone.

‘All right, I apologize for poking my nose into your business, sirs, but she is under my care for the duration of her stay.’ You give a polite bow. Two of them frown, confused at the gesture – the other two show no change… although the annoyance probably died down a bit from your action. ‘Now, if you’d just clue me in on just what’s going on, maybe I can help.’ They say nothing, turning from one to the other. ‘ Would any of you mind telling me what the issue is?’

None of them seemed to be willing to do so.

That is, until one of the MPs – a young man that looked to be about your age and size except a little hairier and a crooked nose – step forwards to the front of the transport, gesturing for you to walk with him.

‘Uh, sir, if you’d follow me for a bit? So we could talk?’

You give a nod, following him to the other side of the transport, away from the others. He flashes you a nervous smile – probably more to calm his nerves than anything else. You wait for him to collect his bearings, before he begins the story.

‘Well, it’s a bit of a small thing. It’s just blown way out of proportion and well, your charge there was going to whip that green-haired girl something bad.’ He chuckles. ‘I thought she was going to blow a hole in the transport, to be honest with you. You know how they are.’

‘Hm.’ You smile back. ‘Iowa is a handful.’

‘Yeah. I mean, you handle ‘em everyday and are probably used to – !’

‘She also wouldn’t be drawing her guns out or threaten to hit someone unless they did something really, really offensive or dangerous in her eyes.’ You say seriously, crossing your arms. ‘So if you’d bother me with the details, I’d like to get this little investigation on track so we can actually get to the bottom of this – so what exactly happened?’

‘Well, it’s – !’ He sighs, taking off his helmet. ‘Uh, that girl there, right? She, um, touched her butt.’

What?

‘She was bent down and… apparently the passenger gave her a rub down.’ He shrugs. ‘I mean, according to her, she didn’t mean anything by it.’

He grins.

‘It’s just little girl on girl, yeah?’ He chuckles nervously after. ‘I mean, come on, she paid a compliment. It’s all innocent.’

>Reaction (Write-In)
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>>723951
Thats just sexual harassment.
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>>723951
>That's sexual harassment, you can't downplay that, especially since it got physical.

I really want to grab that guy by the balls since that would just be a little guy on guy but let's keep it professional.
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>>723951
>that is sexual harassment, on an important millitary asset, at that
(anger at MPs intensifies)
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>>723957
"Its just a bit of guy on guy, whats the problem?"
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‘That’s sexual harassment, you know.’ You glare hotly.

If the man showed any reaction to it, it was miniscule. The MP rubs the back of his neck, trying his best to be diplomatic with the situation. You yourself calm down – there was no sense in being anymore antagonistic with the MPs. After that stunt you pulled, you allowed yourself to give them a little more leeway. It wasn’t as if he had been the one to initiate the whole incident… but still, you couldn’t bring yourself to like him either.

‘Come on, Commander, I mean,’ He begins in a joking tone, leaning against the transport and lowering his voice, ‘I mean this in the nicest possible sense – there’s no way in Hell that it could be harassment. You gotta look at the facts here! It’s just a little here and there is all.’

‘Just a little here and there?’ You repeat through gritted teeth, putting your hands in your pockets. ‘I presume that you watched it happen.’

‘Eh, no, I – I didn’t, but the people on the transport did. I was just there to separate the both ‘em.’ He shrugs, gesturing to the transport. You look up to see a few of the passengers curiously giving the both of you a gaze before moving away from the windows. ‘If you ask me, she should be in chains. I can’t believe you’d sic ‘em on without someone to keep ‘em in line; I mean, Commander… I know that you want to take a break from the stress, but don’t you think that you should, I dunno, tell her to keep her temper in check?’

‘I don’t think anyone would have reacted well to having been harassed like that.’ You point out. You certainly wouldn’t. ‘Anyone else would have got to their feet and given that a knee to the jaw; if anything, Iowa deserves credit for not tearing her to shreds – !’

‘I think you’re blowing this out of proportion yourself, Commander.’ He laughs lightly, patting your forearm. ‘Come on, let it slide, won’t you? I mean, it’s not as if a KanMusu could have anything to be offended about – a little friendly pat and wink isn’t going to send her down a downward spiral or nothing, yeah?’

He snorts right after. You calm yourself down, remembering Tenryuu’s own hot protest from before. As an officer and Iowa’s effective guardian, you couldn’t afford to let any of it burst out. A sudden thought hits you, and you find yourself muttering familiar words…

‘In the event of a role change, regardless of the factors involved pertaining to the identity of the assailant and the assailed, a wrong act is still wrong.’

He snorts again.

‘Come on, Commander.’ He gives you a friendly punch – or an attempt at one – into your shoulder, wincing as his hand makes contact with the metal of your Kantai Steel prosthetic under the fabric. ‘That’s like saying a toaster has the right to be unhappy at burning toast. You can’t tell me that it’s the same.’

>Write-In
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>>723962
>Two fat men touching each other's nuts
>Posting the KanMusu that would actually enjoy that kind of scene

Damn, I have such a prophetic Player base.
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>>723981
>Punch him, with the prosthetic arm, then proceed with the investigation.
The MPs already dont like us, and we need to teach bigots a lesson anyways.
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>>723983
Im glad you enjoyed it. It took my a while to find that picture.
>>723989
No. Are you stupid?
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>>723981
As you said earlier, I handle them everyday and and if I didn't consider it a problem we wouldn't be having this conversation. She is an important war asset, no damage must happen to her, and you just let a civilian girl feel her up?
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>>723981
>If there really was no harm done, i wouldn't be talking to you right now. this "toaster" is a criticaly important war asset, you don't gotta like it, but shes worth much more than either of us
>>723989
dont be an idiot, that will make us more problems
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>>723993
seconded
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>>723991
>>723994
I get that punching him isnt the best solution, but their MPs, surely they understand how important kanmusu are to the war effort, yet they act like this of all things.
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>>723998
"tools"
that what they are to anyone but some of the command and crew
and us ofcourse
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>>723998
>>724001
So instead of appealing to the humanity they have shown they don't have, we get on them for trying to break our tools.
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>>724010
the ones we are using to save humanity? yeah
10 fucking years to learn, and they didnt
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>>724012
The elections in the US prove how stupid the masses are. Seems fairly realistic to me.
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>>724015
I take this as high praise.

Don't mind me. Just ripping off X-Men on my part.

Write-Up in 30 minutes.
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>>724015
Its fine for the civilians to be somewhat angry since their suffering from wartime stress and whatnot, but those working for the admirality should know better than throw the only defenders humanity has under the bus.
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>>724019
They're not official MPs.

In the early threads, it's established that a vast majority of them are volunteers. You even got in a bar fight with a guy because he bragged about how the volunteers were the ones effectively holding Yokosuka together now. Most of the old MPs are dead.
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‘If that’s the language you’re going to get at, then I’m going to be up against, then let me rephrase myself.’ You put your hands in your pockets again, gripping the fabric to keep your temper in check. If you let it fly now, there was no telling how bad it could get for you or for Iowa. ‘You’re telling me that you allowed a civilian woman to feel up a military asset under your watch and didn’t move to stop it?’

‘Hey.’ He immediately acquiesces you, looking very much offended by that remark. ‘I didn’t allow her. I put a stop to it, didn’t I?’ He growls out – evidently his temper was at its limits to. Good. Then he knew just how annoyed you felt with the whole situation. ‘I’m just saying it isn’t that big a deal. It’s not as if she actually, you know, did things. It’s a hand down down a skirt.’

What?

‘What?’ Your mouth goes agape, incredulous once more. ‘You just told me it was a pat on the butt.’ He tries to say something but you won’t have any of it, advancing on him with a sneer and a glare. He tries to glare right back, but somehow it just doesn’t matter. You don’t care if he wasn’t directly involved – the fact that this had turned out to be more than anything else. ‘I know what a friendly slap on the ass is. I’ve been to enough bar stalls with waitresses running and worked the stools enough to know what a pat and a wink is.’ You take your hands out, flexing them. ‘What the Hell do you mean she had a hand down her skirt?!

If there was ever control in you, right now was when it was at its brink.

‘L – Look, Commander, it – it’s no big deal.’ He squeaks. You feel it snapping – the thread holding you together – and fraying at the end; even if it wasn’t him, the fact that he was right in front of you meant more than. ‘It’s not as if she was doing it to someone else. I – I mean, it’s – ?’

‘Someone else?’

‘Look,’ he turns away, gritting his teeth, ‘whatever she did to her, that KanMusu, she – she’s not human, okay? I mean, I know you and your lot are connected or whatever it is that they call it, but she… she’s not human. She’s not one of us – she ain’t got no… no soul.’ He braves himself, staring right at you now. ‘If ya put her on our level, then you’re just saying that you’d rather fuck a hunk ‘a junk than actually care for your own kind!’

‘My own kind?’ You raise an eyebrow.

‘Humans.’ He steadies himself. ‘We… We’re humans and they’re… they’re not. It’s simple as that. Not complicated.’

You move away from him, miraculously balanced.

‘Then that girl must be as much of a deviant as you imply, MP.’ You say coolly. Even if you cracked his head in, you ‘Thank you for being so cooperative. I hope you die of high cholesterol while you jack off.’

>Talk to the girl (Roll a 1d6 each)
>Talk with Iowa
>Leave it at that
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Oh, for fuck's sake. Again with the shitty prompts. Apologies.

>'Come on, Iowa, you can ride with us.' (Leave it at that - Request a transfer for Iowa onto your transport)
>'There won't be anymore issue, correct?' (Leave it at that - Iowa gets back on the transport alone)
>'I want to hear what you have to say.' (Talk to the girl)
>'Iowa, he told me what happened.' (Talk to Iowa)
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>>724039
>'Iowa, he told me what happend.' (Talk to Iowa)
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>>724045
>'Iowa, he told me what happened.' (Talk to Iowa)
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>>724039
>'Iowa, he told me what happened.' (Talk to Iowa)
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>>724047
>>724050
>>724051
Since you guys picked that option... and since I was a huge wad, what kind of tone do you want to take with it?
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>>724055
Apologetic, since she will be joining us on our bus, but only after we deal with this mess
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>>724055
Reassuring, tell her we want to move her to transport with Tenryuu, ask her if she has anything to add.
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>>724060
this
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>>724055
Apologetic and reassuring.
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>>724055
Apologetic, we shouldn't have left her alone. Make sure she knows we don't plan on letting it happen again
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>>724060
Yea, we'll swap places with her.

This girl can enjoy sharing a bus bench with a lard ass.
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>>724083
If we can we ought to all be on the same bus
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>>724087

If that was possible, it would probably have been done so right from the start. More likely the busses are filled to capacity.
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>>724090
It was mostly about the crowd and how it got corralled initially, plus after this incident i doubt the MPs are gonna complain if we asked to be in the same transport with the kanmusu, maybe just move some random person from our bus.
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You keep yourself from looking at the dyed-haired girl. After that conversation with the MP, you’re surprised that you hadn’t socked him one… even if he didn’t deserve one, the fact that he’d waded through to say just what he thought about Iowa and the KanMusus was a conversation you didn’t hope to have again. Iowa was there, of course, away from the group and alone, looking out onto the green fields. Some distance away, you see a few tall buildings – you presumably weren’t that far off now. You let out a heavy sigh, barely keeping yourself from placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

‘Iowa, he told me what happened.’

Iowa says nothing, of course. She purses her lips for a bit, before puffing her cheeks. She throws a look at the group of five, who you notice, were impatiently discussing the next course of action – in that movement, you catch the MP throwing you what looked to be a look of disappointment. It almost amused you – for a moron he really held on to that misplaced set of morals and know-how like it was a Holy Scripture. She turns away, a sound dying in her throat, but otherwise still keeping her silence.

‘Are you angry at me over this?’

‘So that’s your way?’ She snorts wryly. ‘Making this all about you?’

You chuckle – you know that it’s hardly the time, but it’s hilarious how similarly she and Nagato leapt on that particular part of your dialogue. Your nose takes in the cool morning air, wondering what time it was, before turning back to the transports. They couldn’t delay any longer, but with the way things had spiraled, it was now your responsibility to have it sorted out. Seeing Iowa handled like that by the MPs lit a small fire in you, much like the time with Takao. Not exactly the same, but there was a similar feeling of responsibility that you had an obligation to fulfill.

‘No,’ you answer honestly, ‘just asking.’

She bites her lip, turning to you and offering an apologetic look.

Somehow, it just looks heart-breaking on her.

‘It’s not your fault.’ You say almost automatically. ‘But she did… what she did,’ you throw a quick glance to the now-agitated girl, who was locked in a hissing contest with the MPs. You could hear it from here, despite their best attempts at keeping it down. ‘She did it. Even if they say otherwise… there was nothing you did wrong.’

‘Thank you.’ She gives you a warm gaze.

‘We could have avoided this. Now they’re going to think I’m screwing you on the sl – !’ You smack your head, wondering just what your brain was doing, letting it out at a time like this. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be. That’s what we want the Submarine to think, right?’

You have to hand it to her. She could handle herself well.

‘Anything else you’d like me to do?’

She actually looks thoughtful... before tapping your arm in jest.

‘You can sock her in the jaw for me.’ Iowa jokes.

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>>724098
>>Write-In
"I can do worse. I'll change places with you. Sit with Tenryuu and you shouldn't have much trouble. Now her on the other hand, shes gonna have to content with a overweight, sweaty and very annoying person sitting next to her for the rest of the trip inland."
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Take your time with this. Be back in 4-6 hours.
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>>724098
>"Wish I could, but for now we'll just press charges for sexual harassment, and your going to be transferring to our bus.Did you find your money by the way?"
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>>724106
This works.
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>>724106
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>>724106
this should do

if she really likes kanmusu steel then she can feel up our fake arm all she wants....and thats when we press charges
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>>724131
Get two sexual harassment charges for more money
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‘You know I can’t do that.’ You admit, putting a hand on her shoulder. She shrinks slightly from the touch, making you click your tongue and pull away almost immediately after the action.

‘I know.’ Iowa tosses her hair over her shoulder, giving you another apologetic look and a glance over your shoulder – probably at her assailant. ‘You humans and your silly rules.’ As if thinking you’d raise your voice in retort, she immediately backtracks, raising her hand to indicate that the jibe was in pure jest. That she didn’t mean anything by it. ‘Kidding; I understand.’

You turn around for a bit. The green-haired girl was glaring at the both of you – if only for an instant – before moving out of view, right behind the large bodies of the MPs, who, you admit, were probably getting rather antsy right now. The stop had taken upwards of fifteen or twenty minutes since you’d woken up; you don’t think that they’d want anymore delay than they already had… and although you did have a duty to Iowa, you also had an obligation to not interfere in the evacuation operations that were currently underway. You know what you have to do.

‘What I won’t do, though, is have you get back in that transport.’ You declare. Iowa turns to you, apparently surprised at the declaration; you go on – if anything went wrong now, at least she’d have Tenryuu by her side. ‘Get on Transport 2 and I’ll take your pl – !’

Iowa immediately shrinks back; you immediately stop talking, wondering just why she had that expression on her face. You turn around again, coming face-to-face with the dark-eyed young woman, who had a scowl on her face. She was flanked by two of the MPs – a freckled, ginger behemoth and a mustachioed blonde, who looked more like her bodyguards than a pair assigned to keeping her under surveillance. You’re not sure if they’re even that to her right now; if anything, you felt that they were more likely to pounce on the both of you over her.

Your charge immediately stiffens, clenching her teeth – the green-haired girl smirks very slightly… but enough to get another rise out of her; Iowa immediately advances. You quickly put your hand on her chest – not so much a shove, more of a barrier… but she halt, giving you a look that had a little bit of reluctance to it.

‘Iowa, walk away.’ You say neutrally, giving your best reassuring smile. ‘I’ll handle this.’

‘But, sir – !’

‘You have a lot of nerve, you know.’ The girl finally speaks, a sneer on her features. ‘Teasing, I mean.’ She runs her eyes up and down Iowa’s form appreciatively. ‘And you call me a skank.’

‘Iowa.’ You raise your hand, not taking your eyes off the girl. ‘Get in the transport.’

If you didn’t want it, you would’ve said no.’ She huffs. ‘For a KanMusu you sure look like you know how to give someone a good time.’

You pause.

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>>724407
WTF?!
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>>724415
The better question is, do we punch her or arrest her
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>>724415
and tell Iowa to get to the transport.
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>>724407
Restrain our temper, just tell Iowa to get on the transport
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>>724407
>Look miss, we all probably want to get going again, I'll take her place on the transport and you can make complaints directly to me.

I'd rather not make Nachi proud again.
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>>724419
>>724420
>>724426
>>724427
Whatever you guys decide... just decide, really.
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>>724407
>Look miss, Im ready to file charges for sexual harassment and now verbal harassment, so I suggest you stop digging any deeper before you find yourself in the brig back in Yokosuka, and let me tell you we made sure to put it extra close to the beach.

Dunno if this sounds official enough but here it is
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>>724407
>lest just forget this, iowa takes my place and thats it
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>>724440
i think we all agreed to tell Iowa to get to Tenryuu and join her. About this chick i have no idea.
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>>724444
base line so far is, iowa our seat, we take her seat and forget this bullshit
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>>724444
Ideally i just want us to intimidate her into fucking off so we can continue our journey, worst case scenario we embrace our inner Nachi.

>>724445
Why cant we all be in the same bus? That would be the ideal result
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>>724449
buses are filled to the brim with peeps fleeng the frontlines
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>>724449
>Why cant we all be in the same bus? That would be the ideal result
Because that'd mean forcing more people to switch seats, and I think the MPs have had enough of this
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>>724449
>>724450
>>724451
yea let's just switch places with Iowa and get this Convoy rolling again. This pleb isn't worth our attention.
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>>724451
>>724450
There has to be someone on our bus that doesn't really need to be there, shouldn't be that much of a nightmare to swap, after all just because their both together doesn't mean their perfectly safe, especially with the MPs not giving a fuck.
Also fuck this batch of MPs, we shouldn't care about their feelings when they didn't about Iowas.
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>>724454
we are not caring about these MPs they gonna do the work, aslo MP are the one thing fron going into oversaturated india tier filled bus
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>>724452
>>724454
>>724458
Transports aren't that full. Just the seats. They're compacted, but not India tier, certainly.
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>>724458
>>724454
plus these guys are probably rotating with another batch of MP's when we arrive. So let's get this convoy moving again.
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>>724464
Well we can already see the city from where we are now, we can probably ride our bus just standing up.
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>>724464
I'd say we should just stand in the aisle on the same bus as the girls then.

Also, captcha tells me to select all buses. It is a sigh, I think.
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>>724468
>>724477
that would worry pepole
dont hink we should
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>>724466
>>724468
>>724477
>>724483


Have you guys finished deliberating?
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>>724483
It wouldn't worry people, we simply brought someone else on board to take our seat and we stand near them,i doubt they would even care.
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>>724483
Mate, I've seen people stand on buses all the time and nobody bats an eye.

I mean, if there are open seats, we should absolutely take one, but I don't get why that would worry people.
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>>724486
think so. Just get Iowa on our transport and we'll sit in the aisle or stand. I think we're just going to ignore this plebian so we get the convoy moving again.
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>>724487
>>724488
gotcha
base line still is iowa our seat and let the mp deal with this
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>>724486
I vote to take Iowa in our bus and for us to stand next to them, If the chick gives us more shit just threaten with criminal charges
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>>724486
I say for us to put Iowa on the bus with Tenryuu, then either find a seat near them or just stand by them.

Also tell green-hair that the last person who picked a fight with our subordinates got his hand reduced to hamburger. Leave her with that mental image.
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>>724502
this might work seeing how it's fucking true and MP's probably would've heard of the incident at least.
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‘MPs, tell the transport convoy to start moving again.’ The both of them look a little surprised at the immediate request. Neither of them make a move, though, prompting you to elaborate even further. ‘I don’t want anymore interruption than we’ve already had. The faster we reach Kishin Metro, the better.’

‘Y – Yes, sir.’ The mustachioed one salutes you, running off to the other two MPs. The faster you get things sorted out, the better, you reckon – right now, your concern was with Iowa; there was a spot on the transport that was vacant now, and you could just stand down in front and just take your time until you arrived.

You ignore the neutral stare that the girl sends your way, unwilling to let the situation spiral anymore than it had. You were the picture of calm for now, although the fiery core inside you threatened to burst at the slightest provocation, you’d learned to keep things controlled since your berserker’s barrage in the ruins of the mall. Putting your hand on Iowa’s shoulder, you try to lead her on back to the transport; right now, selfishly, it’s more for your continued well-being than hers.

That fire may be under wraps, but the wrong word –

‘Hey, I’m talking to you, girly.’

Oh, there it is.

To her credit, Iowa doesn’t spare her more than a moment’s glance. There’s a little bit of fear in your charge’s eyes, but you pull anyway – the further you got her from the scene, the better, you reckon, for the both of you. She had gone through enough for today – and with you having put her in the situation in the first place, you still felt a little guilty for unwittingly starting this whole chain of events. You give her another tug – she turns to you with a pleading gaze; for what you really couldn’t tell, but being here wouldn’t improve it. That much you know.

‘Iowa, come on.’ You insist, pleading the best you can. ‘Let’s just get back on the transport and we can – !’

‘You’re going to tell me you didn’t get a little wet?’

This will be interesting…

You shut your eyes, trying to let the emotion run through you the best you can, but find that –

‘M – Miss, you really have to get back on the transport – !’

‘You liked it, don’t you?’ You don’t have to look back to see the withering grin on her face. ‘Come on, you’re not even going to give me a date and a place for a follow-up?’

Your hold on Iowa slackens considerably, despite your continued pulling on her person.

‘Come on,’ you hear light footsteps approaching you – Iowa’s shoulder shakes. A mix of emotions courses through her, ‘you know you want a little bit more.’

>‘She’s not worth it, Iowa. Come on. Go ahead and get on the truck. I’ll catch up.’ PRESS O
>‘Let’s get going, Iowa. Not worth anymore time than we’ve wasted.’ PRESS X
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>>724595
>>‘Let’s get going, Iowa. Not worth anymore time than we’ve wasted.’ PRESS X
LET'S NOT DO THE RENEGADE OPTION TODAY GUYS.
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>>724595
>>‘Let’s get going, Iowa. Not worth anymore time than we’ve wasted.
PARAGON OF THE NAVY
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So I realized why I couldn't upload my pictures or load the full page.

My drivers were downloading, making my connection slow. Go figure.
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>>724604
I know that feel.
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>>724595
>>‘Let’s get going, Iowa. Not worth anymore time than we’ve wasted.’ PRESS X
This filthy plebian is not worth your time.
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>>724604
had that happen yesterday. was making a full copy of external backup to another external and it took like 18 hours.
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>>724595
>‘She’s not worth it, Iowa. Come on. Go ahead and get on the truck. I’ll catch up.’ PRESS O

Sorry guys, even Paragon Shepard would have punched her.
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>>724631
PARAGONS ALL THE FUCKING WAY
A SHININ' BEACON OF NICE IN THE SHITHEAP OF (the majority of) HUMANITY
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>>724631
Only cause had some slack on his leash. Our leash is pretty tight right now. no need to make any tighter. plus punching a civvie ain't a good thing.
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>>724641
I really dont think this is what Iowa wants, so ill stick to what we usually do.
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‘Let’s get going, Iowa.’ You say tiredly, not even bothering to reply to her. ‘Not worth anymore time than we’ve wasted.’

Iowa nods, walking with you to the transport.

‘Get this convoy running!’ You turn around, calling back to the MPs running back to their own transports. The man that you had talked with just now escorts the girl onto her own transport. ‘I don’t want anymore delays than we’ve had!’

The mustachioed man runs past you as you finish barking the order. The transports all begin starting up with a rumble as you step onto the metal floors; the driver gives you a curious look at Iowa’s arrival; he was probably wondering what the hold up had been about. You’re not about to let any gossip leave your mouth right now – partly because you weren’t in the mood to open up a discussion but mostly because, before anything else, you wanted Iowa to be seated and safe – even if it was right next to Tenryuu.

‘What’s up? What happened?’

Your Light Cruiser gets to her feet, almost stumbling over as the convoy gets going again. Iowa’s grimaces as she approaches Tenryuu – you gesture at the both of them to sit. The whole unit would be arriving in Kishin Metro soon – and the sooner you got there, in your opinion, the faster you could put this sordid business behind you. You still find the whole situation surreal… and feel a little guilty for having put her in that situation. Balancing yourself, hanging on to the handles of the seats, you stand in the aisle, watching the scenery outside move again.

Nothing seemed to be going your way today.

‘A little too much.’ You concede, moving out of the way so she could take your place by the window.

If Iowa wanted to tell Tenryuu, she would. You make your way to the front of the truck, near the small waist-high partition where the MP was strapped in, putting on a serious face as he shook side to side. He doesn’t mind you, though – not that anyone would on this transport, really, having just declared who you were not ten minutes ago. If anything, they’d be a lot more cautious now.

Iowa and Tenryuu begin chatting about one thing or the other – you don’t really pay attention, leaning by one of the bars as the transport makes its way into the city. Your mind thinks back to all the other incidents from before – Tenryuu with the beach, Ikazuchi at Mamiya’s… you continue to wonder as the truck rolls around towards Kishin Metro and off the main lanes.

Did they really deserve the KanMusus?

Before you could come to any sort of conclusion, though… the transport stops again, not fifteen minutes later.

The MP unbuckles himself.

‘Okay, folks, form an orderly line and we can get this done the best we can.’

>Get down and make sure things are orderly with the MPs.
>Let them do their job and wait for Iowa and Tenryuu, going down with them.
>Write-In
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>>724662
>>Let them do their job and wait for Iowa and Tenryuu, going down with them.
The MPs can do their own jobs for once.
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>>724662
>Let them do their job and wait for Iowa and Tenryuu, going down with them.

thats we are in a day off damn it
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>>724662
>>Let them do their job and wait for Iowa and Tenryuu, going down with them.
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>>724662
>Let them do their job and wait for Iowa and Tenryuu, going down with them.
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You elect to wait for the half-dozen transports to be fully disembarked by the MPs. There was no sense to interfere with them now; besides, you weren’t quite ready to let Iowa or Tenryuu out of your sight just yet. About half an hour passes by the time your transport was given the order – you wait for Iowa and Tenryuu to approach before hopping out of the transport. You were at a checkpoint, just outside the city; from the big blue sign, you could tell that this used to be a sort of drop-off depot for long-distance buses.

As soon as Tenryuu’s feet make contact with solid ground, you grab both of their hands.

‘Come on, you two.’

Tenryuu shakes immediately at the contact. Iowa, meanwhile, frowns.

‘C – Commander, what are ya – ?’

‘I don’t want us to get lost.’ Your eyes scan the crowd – finally spotting a yellow and black striped booth by what looked like a huge, fence gate, a special commissions officer’s booth in fact. ‘Come on, I think that’s where we’re supposed to head.’

The dozens that you had rode with head in an opposite direction – it was like swimming through a mudhole, the way things were going.

‘Where’s this crowd going, then?’

‘A community center or a temporarily constructed quarters – Kishin Metro’s one of the transition points for displaced people on the South-East side of Taiyouga.’ Tenryuu reveals as you make your way out of the pushing masses. ‘From here they go North or head West, but if they’re smart they won’t be going too far either way.’

‘Why’s that? What’s wrong?’

You know why that is.

‘Since the displacement, there’ve been a lot of administration issues here and there. A lot of territorial feelings going on among the Lords; it may be a surprise to you, but some things just withstand the test of time.’ You grumble, chuckling wryly. ‘It’s still all about the ego.’

Iowa lets out a loud snort, squeezing your hand as you led the both of them to the booth.

‘Sounds a lot like Vanzer.’ Iowa’s tone is one of solidarity. ‘I remember when I was in charge of defending the evacuation of Metropolis and the Dukedom decided to push it back. Nothing but red tape to turn a good day horrible.’

You don’t reply.

At the booth, a bored-looking officer stares straight at you, sighing and taking out what looked like a form. You dive in for your own slips, sliding them through the opening for him to go through. He does so quickly, handing it back to you within minutes.

‘Welcome to Kishin Metro, Mr VIP.’ He says in a flat tone.

A buzzing sound is heard… and the fence gate opens.

This time, Iowa and Tenryuu are the ones dragging you out.

>‘Let’s wander around. I haven’t been here that often myself.’
>‘I know you girls don’t eat, but do you mind if I splurge?’
>‘There should be a fashion arcade or a district nearby.’
>‘Maybe there’s an electronics district we can visit.’
>'Mall?'
>Write-In
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Sorry for the short session, taking a 4-6 hour break. Will announce session commencement on Twitter.
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>>724723
>‘Let’s wander around. I haven’t been here that often myself.’
Relax a bit before we start handling our business.
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>>724723
>>'Mall?'
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>>724723
>>‘Let’s wander around. I haven’t been here that often myself.’
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>>724726
So i was wondering what the money value is in the universe, is what we have alot or a little?
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>>724756
they said it was like a month salary
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>>724760
That doesn't say much at all since we could be paid terribly, or prices are very high, variables like that.
Im mostly asking because if what we have is rather little we might need to look for a thrift store for some of the stuff we need.
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>>724723
>‘Let’s wander around. I haven’t been here that often myself.’
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The moment you step onto the street right out of the converted depot, you knew that you were somewhere. Kishin Metro wasn’t a large city – especially in comparison to the capital, but it still had things to be impressed by. What had been the so-called entrance into Kishin Metro directly spilled into what was the main street, where you spy a moderate number of fellows walking around casually, chatting to each other and hanging around without a care in the world; not many people seemed to be out, although, considering the mood that had developed in the last month, you couldn’t actually say for sure that you would blame them for not having their heart in it. There were less shoplots and more congregation stores – mish-mashed varieties of shops rolled into one in your immediate vicinity. Still… it was a huge change compared to Yokosuka some 80 or so miles seawards.

‘So what do you want to do?’ Tenryuu voices, looking around the place.

‘I don’t know.’ You chuckle, giving the place another once over yourself, looking at the large – compared to Yokosuka’s selection – collection of buildings all lined up. It really some kind of industrial city, if not a business town. ‘I haven’t been here in a long time… let’s just walk around for a while. It’s barely 10 o’clock.’

The last time that you’d been here had been when you’d worked here before going further north. In the time since you’d left, the place had gone through a few changes. The crowds, for one, were gone, along with the usual gaggle of schoolboys and schoolgirls that seemed to hang out everywhere when you would have a day on the town after work or some time off. The buildings looked the same, but having been here a so long ago – and for such a short span – you really can’t tell what else had exactly changed outside of the mood. You absently walk down the street a little, raising your head to give the buildings a better look. There were a lot more “For Sale” signs than you remember, though. There were a lot of places vacated since you were here.

‘Where is everyone?’ Iowa inquires, looking

‘It is Saturday.’ You answer, smiling and remembering just where you were. ‘Kishin Metro’s got a huge baseball following – everyone’s probably at the U-18 matches right now.’

‘I didn’t know Taiyouga was into baseball!’ Iowa’s eyes instantly brighten – and by brighten you do mean brighten – as her demeanor instantly goes into a cheerful spin. You wonder how she’d avoided the topic in the last few days under your charge – surely she would have overheard someone in Yokosuka spinning a story about their favorite team. ‘How good are you guys?’

‘I’m horrible at it.’ You admit with a grimace. ‘My size? No chance.’

‘Any team you support?’

‘Not particularly.’ You sigh, rolling your shoulders. ‘Never had hometown pride.’

TBC
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‘Where are you from, anyway?’ Iowa asks further, frowning as the both of you walk down the main street – an empty bus passes you by, probably heading into the makeshift depot or something. ‘Your accent’s a little… off compared to the others around Yokosuka. You have a more neutral dialect, if I’m going to go side by side.’ She smirks as your eyes widen, surprised at just how she had been able to catch on. ‘No accents and semi-formal. A little more learned than natural.’

I like her. She’s a sharp one.

‘Well, I’m…’ you trail off, biting your lip. This topic always felt uncomfortable. ‘I moved inland around middle school… I used to live around the coast, but things happened and I ended up moving inland. It wasn’t the war, though,’ you reluctantly reveal a little more about yourself, ‘personal issues more than anything else, really. I don’t think you wanna hear anything about that boring old story.’

‘Tell me on your own time, okay?’

You go a deep shade of red as Iowa throws a dazzling – to you – smile your way, skipping ahead and taking in the sights. You keep an eye on her and sighing – talking about where you were from was always an issue; not that you were ashamed of where you from, but more on the fact on just where you’d been. Kishin Metro was just another reminder of the vagabond life that you’d practically lived; directionless and without conviction. You’d rarely been down this particular part of the city, but Kishin Metro in all its entirety – more than you would have liked – ended up being more a reminder than you would have liked it to be.

To think that you were in town just to get a few clothes for –

‘Where’s Tenryuu?’ You look around again, a bad feeling in your stomach beginning to build. You’d lost Tenryuu.

‘I’m here.’

You spin around to see your Light Cruiser, holding what looked like a huge, unfolded pamphlet with a series of cartoon characters and what looked to be street names, stores and restaurants. You absently wonder where she’d acquired the piece of laminated paper from – it looked bigger than some of the maps that you’d been given in your time as Commander. You’d even go out to say that it could probably give some of the schematics a run for their money in sheer length, considering just how far Tenryuu’s arms had to be out to accommodate for the size.

‘What the Hell?’ You declare flatly, pulling the top of the map downwards to see the annoyed face of your Light Cruiser. ‘Tenryuu, where did you get this?’

‘Come on.’ She rolls her eyes, mumbling. ‘You didn’t think I wouldn’t ask around for a – !’

‘Tourist trap pointer.’

‘Map.’ Tenryuu grumbles, going back to the pamphlet.

‘You know that these things only point us to – !’

‘Ooh, there’s a sale at Penny’s!’

>Keep wandering
>Ask Tenryuu where she wants to go
>Fashion Arcades
>Electronics
>Mall
>Write-In
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>>725743
>>Ask Tenryuu where she wants to go
Hopefully she doesn't immediately go to the most tourist-y place in town. Hopefully.
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>>725743
>>Ask Tenryuu where she wants to go
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>>725743
>>Ask Tenryuu where she wants to go

Must pick up some electronic handheld nick nack for murakumo.
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>>725928
I thought it was mentioned she wouldn't want it unless she was the one buying it?
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>>725956
Yes, and we just don't get that one. There has to be other electronic games.
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Exactly. We'll get her the one that looks similar and is absolutely just as good as the big-brand one.
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‘Well, considering that this is your trip, why don’t you decide where to go?’ You offer. You really didn’t feel like leading the way today – Tenryuu could do that; after all, she had been the one that had co-erced you into running this.

‘Eh, me?’ Tenryuu scrunches her lips, her good eye giving you a confused look. ‘I’ve only been here once, I’m not sure where we should go, really.’

She bites her lip, lifting the map again. In the meanwhile, you scan the whole town, making out the scarce populace and the odd passing car. The place had changed a little – even if there was a baseball game going on, it was decidedly a lot more quiet than it had been the last time you’d passed through here. You can’t even exactly recall the last time you’d come through Kishin Metro – the place was a working town, but the lack of people made you grow a little worried. What had happened that there wasn’t at least a full plaza of people. The fact that they didn’t spare your two KanMusus a glance as they passed you was confusing, too – they’d either never seen one or they just didn’t care that they were… which was refreshing. You don’t think you could have held your temper anymore than you already had after that incident in the morning.

You walk a bit more, Tenryuu and Iowa right behind you, taking in the number of closed shops – ones that you’d never bothered to visit before – and empty lots that you recognized, somewhat. The place was big – not a true blue metropolis, but definitely bigger than Yokosuka in terms of area size. Shops and offices were lined here and there – you distinctly remember scenes of drunken businessmen and workers blue-collar and white-collar making their way down the roads at times, crying about the unfair nature of their unions and companies, joking at how they hoped the Abyssals would take their troubles away. You’d been one of that crowd, once – in your earlier days, of course.

After all, with the slew of bosses like the one you had, you’re surprised you didn’t turn into a drunkard blaming the world for your troubles instead of a vagabond that hated himself for being indecisive and cowardly.

‘Huh. Man, this place has a lot of 24 hour diners here, did you know that?’ Tenryuu declares, catching your attention.

A lot was an understatement. The north-east quarter of the city was built on karaoke, diners and gambling houses for the working class man.

‘Well, it’s understandable.’ You turn to Tenryuu. ‘Kishin Metro’s a working city even if it doesn’t look like it right now. Back when I was here, the 24 hour diners were the only place to get a good meal when your shift ended – not that there are many of them to particularly grab a bite from. Convenience over quality’s the motto if you’re going to grab one of those.’ They both give you incredulous looks. ‘I used to work here.’

TBC
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Tenryuu suddenly lets out a cry of frustration, catching the attention of the few men and women passing by you on the street.

‘I’m so confused!’ She holds up the map, fuming and turning it around as though it would make better sense after the act. At the strangled sound that follows after, though, you can concluded that it, in fact, did not. ‘There’s like a million places to visit and I don’t have a clue where we can go!’

Rolling your eyes, you approach Tenryuu and Iowa, plucking the map out of her hands with your prosthetic, sending her the best smug look that you could muster. You flip the map your side, going through the directory with a pair of scrunched lips. Whoever had made the map must have had a commission going for them – considering the fact that a lot of the places that were highlighted were – to you, at least – spots where there would be suited for tourists rather than seasoned visitors. There were even little logos with the subtitled sponsors emblazoned under certain points.

Although, the local aquarium did sound like a tempting place, if a little cliché to visit right now.

‘There’s not a million places to visit.’ You fold the map, handing it back to Tenryuu… who opens it up straight away, because of course she would. ‘Most of the places highlighted on this map are tourist traps designed to get people to splurge on their cash. It’s hardly more than a typical map if you ignore the big shiny signs – thought you were meant to be the smart one.’

Tenryuu lets out a troubled hum, looking from the map, to you, then back to Iowa… and back to you.

‘Well, where do you wanna go?’

‘I don’t know; I’m just here to go look for clothes! I don’t know where what is!’ She shoves the map into your hands, pouting. ‘You decide!’

You decide.’ You reject her little gift, unwilling to take the reins on this little trip, lest Tenryuu and Iowa end up bored out of their minds. ‘I’m willing to let the purse strings go if it’s a place you really want to go to – but only if you’re really willing to have a look-see. That, and if you promise not to fall for any of the traps set up.’

‘I thought you said this was a working city.’ Tenryuu folds the map, putting it into one of her coat’s pockets. ‘Why would there be any traps?’

‘Mostly for the ones looking for relief from everyday work.’ You explain. Although, admittedly, you don’t get the logic behind it yourself. You try, anyway. ‘I think you’re forgetting that you don’t need tourists to turn a place into a trap – people want things that they want and as long as there’s money involved, there are those willing to turn in a profit.’

‘Human nature.’ Iowa chuckles.

Two passers by scowl at her. You’d almost missed the vitriol.

‘You know what?’ Tenryuu grins. 'Let's go to the petting zoo!'

Oh, no.

TBC
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The journey to the petting zoo had the three of you hopping onto one of the metro bus services – which were frightfully expensive, given the distance. Still, you had no complaints and you most certainly were not in the mood to trek across town to the petting zoo, which was right next to Kishin Metro’s recreational district – in particular, near its park. A fifteen minute journey wasn’t so bad – the bus was nearly empty, leaving plenty of seats for you and the girls to take up – but even the bus had a somber mood about it. The bus driver had barely grunted when you handed him the fee.

Seeing as you weren’t children, the minders of the petting zoo were rather insistent that you paid the donation fee, which all three of you paid – 600 yen each, barely a sliver above what you had paid for the bus trip. Not much in the grand scheme of things. Tenryuu and Iowa were slapped on with wrist tags, pushed into a place that looked – all things considered – rather well-maintained, given that the entry price had been so low.

It wasn’t a petting zoo, really. It was more of an animal sanctuary.

Iowa and Tenryuu make a straight dash for the horses – all two of them, being led around by their trainer in a small field that directly connected into the public park. You reason that the city council must keep this place rather under their eyes. That must have been why it was so cheap to go inside – and only because the three of you were fully-fledged adults. Children could get in at no cost or pressing.

You approach the both of them by the barrier, where the trainer – a rather handsome-looking blonde foreigner, you have to admit – leads the horses over to them, stringing them by the bit and giving the animal a good pat. The girls practically swoon as one of the horses – a brown young colt – brings his head over the barrier for Iowa and Tenryuu to give him further care.

‘He likes you,’ the man chuckles, the sweat through his white shirt revealing his rather chiseled form, ‘little guy likes to run around. First time I’ve seen him so calm with visitors.’

Oh, you’re such a cutie!’ Tenryuu gives the animal a scratch under his chin – he responds with several quick taps with his back hoof, letting out a pleasured sound at her ministrations. Iowa takes a step back, letting out an impressed sound as the horse sniffs Tenryuu’s hair. ‘You like that, don’t ya, boy?’

You really wish you could afford a camera. You’d kill to get a picture of Tenryuu acting like this.

‘Commander, Commander, come over here!’ Tenryuu, bright-eyed, pulls you to the barrier with some force. ‘Try it!’

Your eyes meet the animals.

>Reach for the animal
>Refuse
>Write-In

CASH ON-HAND: 27200 YEN
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>>726801
Correction.

Your good eye meets the horse's; once so excitable in Tenryuu's hands, now almost eerily calm.
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>>726801
>>Reach for the animal
Ideally with the non-prosthetic arm.
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>>726801
>>Reach for the animal
Slowly, with our regular arm
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>>726801
>Reach for the animal
He doesn't seem to mind the girls, so kantai steel is fine, prosthetic arm it is
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>>726801
>>Reach for the animal
with robot arm. no need lose more flesh than we need to.
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More to pacify Tenryuu’s excitable nature than anything else, you raise your right hand. The horse looks to back away, his trainer giving you a bit of a stink eye at getting him riled up; still, you slowly bring your hand to the colt’s head. He falters slightly, but as the tip of your prosthetic’s fingers touch his head, he instantly goes still – calm. He doesn’t nuzzle you like he does Tenryuu, but he does keep silent; there is no neigh or whinny. In an odd way, it almost feels as if the horse was a soldier that was standing to attention in a military inspection. Even you find it a little strange – that had never happened before.

‘He’s really quiet with you.’ His trainer laughs slightly, holding onto the other horse’s reins and leaning onto the barrier. ‘I’m kind of surprised.’ He gives the horse a quizzical look, a slight smirk upon his features. ‘It’s as if he knows you’re in charge, Commander.’

‘Excuse me?’

He holds out a hand for you to shake.

‘Pardon my manners.’ He says apologetically, pulling the other horse a little closer to the fence – and towards you and your KanMusu. ‘You can call me Brando.’

‘Pleasure.’ You take the hand with your prosthetic – he shakes your hand enthusiastically, giving a full-toothed grin.

‘Pleasure to meet you.’He politely returns, turning to Tenryuu and Iowa, who were both busy with the brown colt again, cooing and swooning. ‘I suppose that you two fine ladies are KanMusu?’

The both of them turn red, much to your amusement. Not that you can blame either one of them; the man was rather approachable and – dare you say it – rather charming. The horses worked well to enhance the effect, too; it may have been old school, but women usually went wild when it came to men who could handle animals well. Tenryuu herself adopts a rather dorky stance, rubbing the back of her head at the compliment, while Iowa herself smiles shyly in return, giggling behind her shut lips.

‘Uh, um… yeah.’ Iowa returns, smiling.

‘Figures.’ He turns back to the horse, giving its cheek a good pat. The brown colt turns away slightly, roughly pushing off with its muzzle before turning back to his ministrations. ‘He’s usually a lot more excitable with people… can’t keep calm at all, when it comes down it. I usually get one of the braver kids to go for a trot to get him to slow down for a while.’ He points a friendly trigger finger at Iowa and Tenryuu. ‘With you two, though, he’s really into it – more than he usually does. Never been anything but snappy, even with me.’ He gives you a look, smirking. ‘With you… well, I think you’re just someone he knows better than to piss off.’

‘I’m sorry.’

TBC
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‘Don’t be.’ He rubs the underside of the horse’s face. The colt raises its head again. ‘I was getting tired bringing him around, anyway.’ He snorts, turning to Iowa and Tenryuu before going back to you. ‘Still, I’m curious as to what would bring you all the way inland.’

‘Day off.’ You approach the horse, which immediately calms down at your tentative touch. ‘Nothing more than that – colt, right?’

Brando nods.

‘Yeah, his name’s Enrico.’

‘That doesn’t sound local.’

‘It’s not.’ He nods again, patting Enrico’s neck. ‘I named him after one of my best friends in Romeria. Nothing like him, though – in spite of his namesake, this guy’s probably the loudest horse this side of Kishin Metro, although that isn’t really saying much. Not like old Vanilla here – she’s a little more docile.’

He indicates the cream-colored horse, trotting over to her friend Enrico… and into Iowa’s expectant hands.

‘It’s kind of hard to believe that you can tell that much about us through your animals.’ You mention, rather impressed. ‘It’s like something right out of a movie or something.’

‘It is, isn’t it?’ He snickers, leaving Enrico and Vanilla in Tenryuu and Iowa’s care, initiating you in full conversation now. ‘My wife used to tell me the same thing.’

‘Used to?’

‘I’m divorced. Twice over.’ He mentions it casually, shrugging. ‘The first one was a willing split and the second one ran off with another man. Go me.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t be; I should’ve seen the signs. I always seem to finish second – ho, Vanilla.’ He frowns as Vanilla’s tail hits his arm, before turning back to you. ‘Still, I am surprised that you chose here of all places to visit. The last time I saw a KanMusu here was about eight months ago – gave her a ride on Vanilla here for the better part of an hour. I thought they were father and daughter or something until I saw the armaments. She was a cute kid.’

You give the place a once over. Save for you three, there were just a few elderly people sitting down on benches throughout the small petting zoo area.

‘I don’t see many people here today – is the game that good?’

‘The baseball league? I wouldn’t know about that. Town’s crazy about it, but… if you’re referring to the lack of patrons,’ he sighs, grimacing and resting his arms on the barrier, ‘people are just leaving town to head West.’

‘Why West?’

‘I’m not one for gossip, but the general idea is that the Haszad Union, well… they’re loosening the restrictions on their borders and letting more people in.’ He pushes himself off, crossing his arms. ‘Aren’t politics grand?’

>'Does it make it bad for business?'
>‘You’re Romerian? What are you doing all the way out here?’
>‘I notice you’re not that adverse to KanMusu, unlike the rest of the populace.’
>'Any good place to eat around here?'
>Write-In
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>>727364
>>‘You’re Romerian? What are you doing all the way out here?’
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>>727364
>>'Any good place to eat around here?'
>‘You’re Romerian? What are you doing all the way out here?’
pretty obvious that people leaving is bad for business.
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>>727364
>‘You’re Romerian? What are you doing all the way out here?’
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‘You’re Romerian?’ You latch onto that part of the conversation. Brando smirks, propping himself on the barrier and looking down at you.‘What are you doing way out here?’

‘I’m not Romerian. I only completed my education there.’ He answers. ‘I’m from Zandanesse.’

‘Zandanesse?’

The name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite put it.

‘One of the states in the Haszad Union – we’re about a country and a half away from Romeria if you want to get technical.’ He takes out a bottle of water from one of the pouches that you find are lined along his belt, having a quick sip as Vanilla comes closer to you, eager for a little more patting. You comply with the horse’s request, not taking your eye off the blonde man, who apparently looked bemused at the whole affair. ‘Culturally, you might have a point… we do love our toast points and cheese.’

‘What’s someone from Zandanesse doing all the way out here then?’ You stroke Vanilla’s muzzle. The filly seemed to enjoy it more, compared to how stiff Enrico had become at your touch. ‘How in the world did you get all the way out here, anyway?’ You frown, another thought striking you. ‘Why would you come out here?

‘Mostly? I like the quiet.’ He answers simply, ruffling Vanilla’s mane. ‘Not many people will tell you this – and the Senate keeps it really quiet, but Haszad isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.’

Your conversation with him is briefly interrupted by Iowa’s shriek, making the both you turn to see that Enrico had his mouth clamped around the knot that held her top together. The Battleship was making a disgusted face, scrunching it all together as it she tried to move the mischievous colt away from that part of her clothing – Tenryuu, of course, was laughing her arse off as Enrico mouthed the fabric with aplomb.

The moment your eyes come into contact with his, though… he lets go, leaving Iowa to begin her round of scolding.

‘I think I know enough to draw that particular conclusion.’

‘I’m sorry if I’m boring you with this.’ Brando chuckles, hopping down from the barrier.

‘No, go on… I’m actually curious now.’ You assure him.

Brando leans against the barrier, letting out a heavy sigh.

‘I moved out here about 10 years – no, about 9 years back – right after my first divorce, I figured that I’d get myself a clean start so I applied for a pass to work here. Not that it was hard – Taiyouga was always open with its citizenship policy; I had to throw my name in the hat in Haszad and hope my name got picked out.’ ‘Miraculously, I was eligible to come out here within 2 weeks, so I packed my bags, settled my affairs and just took the Cross Express.’

You’ve been on the Cross Express?’

‘I wanted to make my last days memorable.’ He shrugs nonchalantly.

‘Didn't know this was effectively a war zone?'

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‘No, I didn’t.’ He grimaces, turning around to fully face you, elbows on the barrier. ‘The Haszad Union isn’t big on spiritualism or the mystic arts; magic’s treated as… well, as a hobby by any kid or teenager with an interest in the arcane; we know it exists, but we don’t put much stock into it outside of outlandish fantasies. The Abyssal threat was barely news to anyone in Zandanesse, Morica… anywhere in the Union, really.’ He admits – it almost sounds like an apology. ‘There was a lot of humiliation involved when Basilius and the fairies rejected the Senate’s proposal for a manpower-to-exclusivity exchange… I think that was about the time I arrived in Taiyouga.’

‘That’s some bad luck.’ You admit, although a small part of you does find the whole situation amusing in an ironic sense.

‘Hardly.’ He gives Vanilla a friendly brush, defying any notion of regret for the actions he had undertaken. ‘I still like it better here than I did back in Zandanesse – although I do wish I didn’t end up dating and marrying the first woman to teach me the local culture.’ He grimaces before throwing his head back, letting out a loud, wry laugh. ‘Big mistake, that.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Don’t be.’ He assures you that there is no offense meant, looking at the other attractions – animals – behind you. ‘Anyway, things didn’t turn out as bad as they could have, but I like it here. Taiyouga’s a lot more laid back compared to the Union. For one, no one gets offended over absolutely everything you do and tries to send an edict to your Lords.’

‘Only the real crazy ones.’ You snort.

The both of you share understanding smirks. He bumps your shoulder in a friendly sort of manner – Vanilla immediately changes her demands of attentions to you at this, and you comply, running your prosthetic up and down her face.

‘In Haszad, everyone thinks they’re right and everyone else is wrong, even among ourselves – that anyone who questions your opinion is a hazard and a bad influence. That’s the kind of culture we’re raised on. A machine of yes men.’ He immediately stops, turning a little red – probably from having gone down that tangent rather unexpectedly. ‘Hey, have you eaten yet?’

‘No. We just arrived half an hour ago, actually.’

He gives a gesture with his head – to your side you hear Iowa, again, telling the colt to stay away from her chest.

‘Why don’t the three of you join me for brunch?’ He offers. ‘I know a place that serves some pretty good cheesesteak. Indulge me; I want to brag that I actually had a table with KanMusu and their Commander.’

>‘Sure, if the girls’ll have you, I’ll be glad to have you show the three of us around.’ (Accept his offer)
>‘Tenryuu’s sort of leading us by the carrot and stick… but I’ll keep going with her.’ (Decline his offer)
>Write-In
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>>727732
>>‘Sure, if the girls’ll have you, I’ll be glad to have you show the three of us around.’ (Accept his offer)
dont see problems, plus some world knowledge
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>>727737
Other than the fact they cant eat?
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>>727732
>>‘Tenryuu’s sort of leading us by the carrot and stick… but I’ll keep going with her.’ (Decline his offer)
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>>727744
They don't NEED to eat. They WANT to eat, of course, but they don't need it, being spiritual constructs. If they starve, they just convert whatever magical energy they have into physical recovery, a process like autophagy. They'd rather eat, of course, but they don't require sustenance in the human sense - they convert what they have built into them into energy.

Case in point: Iowa. 3 weeks at sea.
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>>727732
HASZAD SPY!
>Accept
We need a friend.
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Anyway, this isn't exactly a session. Commencement won't be for another 2 hours or so.
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>>727747
I should have said they couldn't taste, so food wouldn't exactly be good entertainment.
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>>727753
thats why we got the notRamsey on base, gotta train those mad cooking skillz
we promised
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>>727732
>Accept
But we should let him know the Kanmusu can't feel taste beyond salty.
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Running the session now.

You folks have 15 minutes before I start typing up.
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‘Sure.’ You answer. ‘If the girls’ll have you, I’ll be glad to have someone to show us where to get what. I haven’t been here in ages.’

‘You used to live here?’ He raises an eyebrow in interest.

‘Yeah,’ you reluctantly answer, brushing your hair back and letting out a heavy sigh; it still wasn’t a comfortable piece of information to disclose, lest they start asking more about your past, ‘some time back.’

You don’t give him the opportunity to follow up with the inquiry, walking straight over to Iowa and Tenryuu, who were still swooning over Enrico the Colt. Despite the fact that he’d almost rendered her topless, Iowa had grown rather fond in the last several minutes of patting and nuzzling against his long face. You call them over to discuss

‘Invite us for brunch? But we just met him, you know?’ Tenryuu narrows her eye, peering over your shoulder – probably right at the man in question. ‘Seems kind of suspicious.’

‘Well, I don’t think that he’s got anything up his sleeve; and even if he does, the worst that could happen is probably a fight.’ You say reasonably. The man was fit and chiseled – turning you green out of sheer envy for that admittedly sculpted set of firm pectorals. Other than that, though, he didn’t feel like someone that would be the one that would start a fight. ‘Still, it’s down to the both of you if you’d like some company other than me. I’ve been around, but I think I’ve been gone long enough for that piece of knowledge to be considered worth less than that tourist trap RADAR.’

Tenryuu crosses her arms, looking thoughtful.

‘You haven’t had breakfast, right?’ She rationalizes. You don’t nod or shake your head; you’d really rather Tenryuu come to a decision without your input for now. ‘And he does seem okay… maybe it won’t be anything.’

‘Still, if it is, the worst it can lead to is a fight.’ You shrug, smirking. ‘If it comes to that, I’ll just have you blast our way out, eh?’

Neither of them smile.

‘Kidding.’ You hastily add.

Brando while waiting for your answer, had begun whispering words – you can make out easy, easy and some other cooing sound – to Vanilla. Approaching him, you give a good-natured smile and lean over the barrier, nodding in affirmation.

‘All right, Mr Brando, we’ll take up your offer.’ You nod again; there wouldn’t be much risk with him – besides, anything that would make this trip easier was always welcome. Still, it didn’t hurt to be a little vigilant; cautiously, you add a few details. ‘We need to get going somewhere just after noon, though… is this place close by?’

Brando points to a small green hill to your right, just outside the horse’s playground.

‘Actually, it’s just behind that hill by the park.’ He elaborates further, ‘It’s an open air cafe – let me get changed and call my relief to take care of the horses.’

TBC
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It’s about an hour before Brando gets back, clad in the petting zoo’s souvenir T-Shirt, leading the way out of the place and up the hill. Going into the park, though, you notice a much larger concentration of people; couples, children, elderly and groups of friends gathered around what looked like a mini-plaza where there were several stalls cooking up a storm for their customers. Not many, but a lot more than you’d see before. There were umbrella-equipped tables almost everywhere around… but strangely empty. Most people just grabbed their food and went on their way.

The four of you take your seats. They definitely weren’t sticking around.

‘Hey! Get me four Seinagi Doomed and Dones! You know how I take ‘em!’ He calls out to the man cooking, who was a thin, wiry man who looked like a pale twig with a head of lettuce in lieu of hair.

We don’t eat.’ Tenryuu answers, a little red. ‘KanMusu don’t eat.’

‘You don’t eat?’ He turns to you. ‘Really?’

‘Well, we don’t need to eat.’ Iowa cuts in. ‘We like food… but it’s more of an urge than anything that our bodies actually require for continued operations.’

He nods in understanding.

‘All right.’ He signals a cancellation.

There were no arguments there. You dig into your meal as soon as it arrives – Brando was right about one thing… it really was the best cheesesteak that you had; it’s enough to take that swell of pride that you had as chef, munching into the meat.

‘So, really, what brings you to Kishin Metro?’ He inquires curiously. ‘It’s just to visit a petting zoo, right? Yokosuka’s about… what? 50 miles away in a straight line?’

‘We’re actually here just to look for clothes.’ You admit.

He eyes your pink shirt and Tenryuu’s mismatched clothes.

‘Here?’ He frowns, looking thoughtful. ‘You’re looking for the Gemini Arcade, then.’ He points a finger at you as he chewed on his cheesesteak. ‘Starburst Mall and Yazawa Strip are no-go zones for you – those places charge an arm and a leg for brands. You’re looking for something like a reject shop or something, if bulk’s what you’re aiming for.’

You end up talking politics, of course, at a point. Brando and you debate on the merits of an open border system in the times of war; how the Abyssals had made things better and worse in the same breath when it came to the economy; how he wished his time in Romeria lasted longer and, of course, the mandatory guessing of the nature of your relationship with Iowa and Tenryuu, because no meal was ever complete without a jibe at the improbability of your circumstances.

It’s about 1300 by the time you’re done… and Brando says his goodbyes, heading back to his horses.

>‘Gemini Arcade, here we go.’
>‘Let’s head to the electronics district.'
>‘Let’s see go to kill some time before we go shopping. Tenryuu?’
>Write-In
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>>727961
Correction:Let's go kill some time before we go shopping, Tenryuu, anywhere else you wanna go?
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>>727961
>‘Gemini Arcade, here we go.’
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>>727961
>‘Gemini Arcade, here we go.’
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>>727961
>>‘Gemini Arcade, here we go.’
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>>727961
>‘Gemini Arcade, here we go.’
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>>727961
>‘Gemini Arcade, here we go.’
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>>727961

Gemini Arcade, here we go
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You look to one of the public time keepers on the sidewalk; it was well past noon – 13:27 to be precise. The streets were still a little scarce, but not as much as they were before. It still looked a little jarring, though, seeing so few cars and people compared to your last visit – your last stay – here. You recognize some of them wearing the Kishin Metro’s City League jerseys. Perhaps they were really all at the game and were on the way back now. You look back onto the city – more of a large town now that you look at it – from the stairs that you’d just walked up with Iowa and Tenryuu; you could see Brando and his horses from here, the backdoor exit from the petting zoo into this section of the park… and pretty much all else.

The fact that you felt as though the town was dead was still there. No hope, no life, people petering out from lots or buses, but ultimately without the zest or emotion that you had been – surprisingly – used to in the preceding month. Yokosuka was hardly the safest place to be, nor was it somewhere that you would have wanted to visit on a leisure trip, but seeing Kishin Metro, the feeling of people that had given up, that had thrown color and vibrancy out of the window. You’d seen emotion – the best and worst humanity had to offer on the front lines of the war; death, loss, hope, prayer and everything in between… you’d seen anger, how it would bring the worst out of people… but you’d also seen courage in the line of fire from some.

‘Never thought I’d say that Yokosuka was an improvement on any grounds.’ You mutter, mostly to yourself. ‘I know that things aren’t running so well, but this town looks like it’s running on gears and wheels.’

You shake your head, making your way down the next flight of stairs onto the pavement. Before you are grey office buildings with signs stating their state of sale or rent, with addresses and telephone numbers written on them; there are a few more people that make their way down the street now, a few motorcycles and bicycles zooming past you on their respective lanes as you make your way to the corner of the street, looking left or right for a sign.

‘You know, I don’t know why I thought that I had the stupid notion in my head that I’d see couples holding hand in hand giggling as they went from thrift shop to thrift shop in here.’ Tenryuu voices out, making you snicker slightly. Maybe you had been a little hasty saying that there wasn’t much color in this place. ‘You know where we’re headed this time, Commander?’

‘Yeah,’ you answer immediately, trying to remember the directions to the shopping arcade that Brando had mentioned, ‘I thought that we should get your shopping done first – in case they close early or anything else happens. We might as well get the one thing we came down here for done, right?’

TBC
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‘Well, putting it off does seem like a bad idea. It’d leave more time for us to get ourselves sorted out proper, right? In case anything else happens?’ Tenryuu crosses her arms, nodding in agreement before diving for her map and pulling it out. You almost roll your eyes – for some reason or other, you hated the idea of consulting with that thing. It looked so gaudy on the outside, so red and in-your-face with that mascot of a sausage telling you to stay away from strangers; it was nonsensical. ‘So, we’re looking for… Gemini Arcade, right? It’s down this way.’

‘Well, if you’re going to scry with the map, you can lead the way.’ You roll your good eye, adjusting your eyepatch. It had grown a little uncomfortable the last few days – though not enough to put in a verbal complaint, but you think that you should probably see Akashi to see if the healing process had been properly dealt with.

Not sensing your sarcasm, Tenryuu takes the invitation, prompting you to follow right behind her, next to Iowa. You make your way down the street quietly – Iowa gives the office buildings a few looks of curiosity herself, as do you. Befitting the gloomy aesthetic, the brown and grey of Kishin Metro’s physical workforce congregations gave you a little bit of a chill – compared to the street at the junction where you’d turned, this part of town looked rather poorly maintained. You couldn’t compare directly to Yokosuka, of course, your home base being practically in ruins right now, but the chopped paint and the snapped sale signs were a little depressing to you. This place looked well on its way to being a ghost town.

‘All we’re missing is a few MPs and boxes on each street and we probably have a slightly-improved Yokosuka street, huh, Commander?’ Iowa jokes – or tries to, elbowing your arm. She grimaces immediately after, sighing. ‘Sorry; that was inappropriate.’

‘Actually,’ you begin to admit, slumping your shoulders and giving the office buildings and another look, ‘it wouldn’t be that far off. It’s a bit cruel to say, but this place really has one foot in Dullsville… but I’m not sure I can entirely blame them for taking that route. I mean…’

You confront what you think to be the root of the matter, unwilling as you were, it wasn’t in you to hold that opinion in for so long.

‘War changes people. 10 years of losing one makes people just give up, I guess.’ You try to rationalize. ‘I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised… I mean, barely a few months ago, we actually thought we finally had the upper hand. Losing Maizuru probably took the wind out of everyone’s sails.’

Iowa grimaces again.

It is through promising the greatest hope that you can deliver to them their greatest despair.

>‘Dark.’ (Stunned)
>‘In agreement.’ (Concede)
>‘I know that quote.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
>Write-In
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>728475
>‘I know that quote.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>728475
>>‘I know that quote.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>728475
>‘I know that quote.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
We smart now rite?
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>728475
>‘I know that quote.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
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>>728508
I'd like to apologize for being so slow. My connection was updating all my Steam games and I didn't know that it was; I just gave up and walked away at the 5th "100%" thinking it was 4chan's fault.
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>>728510
Don't worry about it, that steam thing happens to everyone.
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>>728510
and here i was thinking getting steam...
nah
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>>728508
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>>728493
Damn son, these rolls
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>>728475
>‘I know that quote.’ (Roll a 1d6 each)
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>>728584
you forgot to roll anon
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‘I know that quote.’ You fight down a laugh. She probably thought that it would enable her a leg up in the battle for intellectual superiority. ‘That’s Lionheart, isn’t it?’

‘You know Lionheart?’ The incredulous tone that she takes offends you a little. You’re positive that you didn’t give off the impression that you were that book dumb.

‘I read.’ You retort defensively, turning red and focusing on Tenryuu’s back as Iowa’s mouth slowly morphed into a smug grin. ‘I just have a really select palate.’ You turn back to her, the gears clicking in your head. ‘I didn’t know you read Lionheart.’

‘Well… it’s a select taste. Still, when you’re fighting Abyssals without end as the first and last line of defense, you try to pick up hobbies to keep sane.’ She scrunches her nose – probably confused at the discovery. ‘How did you come across the work?’

‘Book sale.’

Iowa frowns, before rolling her eyes, elbowing you… and giggling playfully right after.

‘Still, if that quote stuck with you… there must have been something that you liked about the book.’

‘I’m a sucker for political intrigue.’ You admit with a shrug. Seeing Iowa listening to you with a focused look on her face, you feel obliged to go on. ‘Augustus is probably the most likeable person in the whole book for me.’

‘Are you serious?’ She balks, making you turn red again. She puts her hands behind her head, smirking again. ‘All the characters and you have a literary hard-on for the incestuous manipulator that almost put the country into ruin. To think I was starting to like you, too.’

‘I said likeable character. Not likeable person.’ You huff, a little embarrassed. Augustus was awesome to you – and that’s all that mattered. ‘Plus, it’s not as if he knew Helena was his half-sister, anyway. As far as he was concerned, she was his spymaster and confidant; I mean, it’s not like he thought that she was his mother’s illegitimate daughter and went out of his way to actually sleep with her after the fact.’ You pause, before going o again. ‘You’re underestimating him, too… he wasn’t manipulative. He was calculative.’

Iowa doesn’t look convinced by your argument, though.

‘You’re talking about someone who spends pages upon pages plotting the downfall of the protagonist and gets to live in peace the rest of his days because he got tired of it all. Tell me that it’s not dissatisfying from a neutral reader’s view.’

‘Taking it a little bit seriously, aren’t you?’

Iowa smiles coyly in response, waiting for your answer.

>‘Villains can be redeemed. I like that sort of literary agency.’
>‘You might have a point. Comeuppance is a sort of catharsis, after all.’
>‘From my experience, the prettier you are the more likely you are to be forgiven.’
>Write-In
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>>728608
>>‘Villains can be redeemed. I like that sort of literary agency.’
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>>728608
>‘You might have a point. Comeuppance is a sort of catharsis, after all.’
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>>728608
>‘Villains can be redeemed. I like that sort of literary agency.'
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>>728608
>‘You might have a point. Comeuppance is a sort of catharsis, after all.’
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>>728608
>‘Villains can be redeemed. I like that sort of literary agency.’
I mean look at Fingers and the boys back at base.
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The "villains can be redeemed" approach is exactly what got us in trouble on the transport with Tenryuu though, mood is a bit lighter but I'd rather not remind her.
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>>728666
Which is why we specify Fingers and the boys, they were previously a gang of thugs but now are being actually nice and useful to society, and to top it off their not bigots as far as i can tell.
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A little trivia for those wondering what Lionheart is. It's an in-Universe novel thick enough to kill someone if dropped from the right height centered around a 20 year span of a succession crisis - it's heavily-based on Romerian history. Augustus is the main bad guy's second in command, but ends up being the main villain a third towards the end when the main bad guy dies. He ends up faking his death to bring his enemies together so they could bring the kingdom together after seeing it as the most pragmatic decision.

The titular 'Lionheart' is an award in the book given to long-serving servicemen that the story's protagonist is given. The whole book is about him trying to live up to it because he got it based on a lie.
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>>728686
thats a good ending in a poleteecks book for me
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>>728608
>>‘Villains can be redeemed. I like that sort of literary agency.’


>>728686
Huh. That definitely seems like a redemption story to me. Augustus was willing to give everything to his enemies in order to save the kingdom.

>>728666
But Abyssals are hardly villains, they're monsters. I see them as very dangerous, predatory wild animals. They can't be reasoned with, so the only course of action against them is force.
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‘Villains can be redeemed.’ You say in an insistent tone. It was a little embarrassing to say out loud and justify, but any good author could make you weep over the most diabolical characters. ‘I like that sort of literary agency – that no matter how bad things can get you can put yourself in line with the worst… and believe that there’s a happy ending at the end of all that. You’re saying you don’t believe in that sort of thing?’

‘To an extent.’ Iowa huffs, hopping over a piece of gum that had found its place on the pavement. She scowls in disgust, turning her head back at the sight before carrying on with you.‘You’re arguing that our mutual friend didn’t deserve the noose for what he did?’

‘You’re not one of those if they make the protagonist unhappy in any way they should die type of readers, are you?’ You raise an eyebrow – you honestly hope she wasn’t. You had enough of those kinds of folk in the kitchens back at your old workplace. ‘Because if you are, I don’t think we should be friends.’

‘Of course I’m not.’ She snickers, raising her hands. ‘I just think that there should have been some sort of punishment.’

‘Augustus paid for his crimes. He lost his mother, his brother, his friendship with his friends all trying to do the right thing.’ You pause for a moment. ‘Even if he did end up doing the wrong thing again and again…’

You admit as much with a grimace. Augustus wasn’t the smartest man in the book, even if he could anticipate things ten years down the line. He always seemed to lack an understanding of basic human interaction.

‘The whole issue would have been done with if he’d just been truthful rather than thinking that everyone was out to get him.’ You wince as Iowa points out another flaw. ‘He’s sympathetic, really, but if you’re telling me that he’s remotely likable or even worthy of living our the remainder of his days in a cottage working a farm in peace is stretching it quite a bit, don’t you think?’

‘Not if he paid what he was owed.’ You reason. ‘Maybe we’re just looking it through two different glasses, but I really believed that at the end of the day, he deserved that peace of mind, away from the Order and away from anyone who wanted the throne.’

‘Who do you think deserved the throne?’

You raise an eyebrow at the question.

‘I know Maxwell got it in the end, but I’d like to hear you say what you think.’

>‘Maxwell maneuvered himself into a win. He got it because he deserved it.’
>‘Joseph, actually, seeing as he was the main character, it would have been nice to have him get it.
>‘Hyuga, because he saw that it was a burden and treated it as such. He didn’t want it because he knew it’d change him.’
>‘Grave, the illegitimate son. He actually has a case to take it up.’
>‘Landra. She was the nicest person in the whole book. Shame she was never told of her claim.’
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>>728769
>‘Maxwell maneuvered himself into a win. He got it because he deserved it.’
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>>728769
>‘Grave, the illegitimate son. He actually has a case to take it up.’
Its really guesswork at this point anyways.
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>>728769
>>‘Grave, the illegitimate son. He actually has a case to take it up.’
I honestly don't know. They were all probably rather awful for the job anyway.
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>>728823
You're welcome to join us at discord where we're trying to figure out what Mech means by all this.

https://discord.gg/DXsehSp
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>>728769
>>‘Hyuga, because he saw that it was a burden and treated it as such. He didn’t want it because he knew it’d change him.
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>>728769
>>‘Hyuga, because he saw that it was a burden and treated it as such. He didn’t want it because he knew it’d change him.
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>>728841
I need to stop being a wad.

Each of the options show which particular virtue you value above all else and show to Iowa.

-Maxwell (Cunning)
-Joseph (Justice)
-Hyuga (Wisdom)
-Grave (Bloodlines)
-Landra (Kindness)

I'm sorry for this. I'll take back the votes until you guys lock in again.
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>>728769
>>728859
>‘Landra. She was the nicest person in the whole book. Shame she was never told of her claim.’
I mean this is basically what we try to be to our kanmusu most of the time.
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>>728859
>-Hyuga (Wisdom)
It's what us, as questers, usually strive for at least
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>>728769
>>728859
>>‘Landra. She was the nicest person in the whole book. Shame she was never told of her claim.’

Though justice comes in at a close second for me.
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>>728859
still with hyuga (wisdom)
is it the age of aviation battleships?
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>>728859
If Hyuga and Landra tie, can we mention both since it would technically be possible?
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>>728859
We were right on half of them, thought Landra is the waifu option and being a pushover.

>-Hyuga (Wisdom)
I'd have voted Landra but we really can't afford that during a war.
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>>728859
Huh. Landra and Hyuga are both respectable options. Still, I'd have to go with Landra since we generally go with the kindest options when we're not dealing with jerks. Or when we seem to collectively have a brain-fart.
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>>728879
I'm taking a nap for now guys. Sorry this session was so short.
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>>728859

Maxwell (Cunning
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>>728859
>Hyuga
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>>728769
>>‘Landra. She was the nicest person in the whole book. Shame she was never told of her claim.’
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Typing up in 15 minutes.

Current tally:

Hyuga: 4
Landra: 3
Maxwell: 1
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>>-Hyuga (Wisdom)
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‘Hyuga.’ You finally answer. ‘I think Hyuga should have ascended the throne.’

‘Oh,’ Iowa leans over to grin in your face; this was the closest she had been with you since you’d met. It reminded you of a tiger, really, ‘you’re one of those honor before pragmatism, one-on-one, like-a-gentlemen readers, huh?’

You shake your head. That was far from the reason – although you had to admit Hyuga and Maxwell were by far the coolest characters in the whole book. There was just something about their snappy sense of dress that resonated with you.

‘No. When you think about it, Hyuga’s the only one who saw the throne as what it was – a burden.’

‘Didn’t stop him from fighting to get it.’ She points out.

‘Well, he calls himself a villain at one point – he even gave explicit permission to Joseph to cut him down if he ever ascended and became a mad tyrant as Lazarus did.’ You gather your thoughts – articulating yourself on this matter was always a bit of a struggle. ‘I guess what I’m trying to say is… I think that that kind of thinking resonates with me, you know. Joseph saw the throne as a tool to do good, Grave wanted it because he wanted to honor his father and believed in his own blood and Landra didn’t even know she was in line for it.’You hold up your fingers, counting them down. ‘Out of all of them, Hyuga’s the one that points out just how bad they’d take their directions if they ever got the crown on their heads. Joseph would’ve turned into a zealot, Grave would have been a detached king that only cared for his ilk… not to mention the only reason he refused to tell Landra was because he thought she was too good for the throne.’

‘Assumptions.’ Iowa says flatly.

You raise an eyebrow at that.

‘Maybe, but consider this: if I was your Commander, would your rather have me aware of the responsibilities that came with the job and keep myself in check or would you have me just do whatever I thought was right?

‘You’re arguing exclusivity in choice.’ Iowa says; rather snootily, you might add. ‘You can do both.’

‘Hyuga valued an apple farm, sparring with his students and a good swig with your friends at the end of every day more than a hypothetical place on the throne.’ You point out, throwing her a smile. ‘You’re telling me that that kind of person doesn’t have his priorities right?’

‘You’re valuing a carefree attitude over someone with their eyes on the prize.’

‘When the prize makes you compromise again and again… it’s not a prize.’

Iowa looks away.

‘You know,’ she mumbles, barely audible, ‘I shouldn’t be liking you.’

>‘Don’t worry. I’ll get back to my obnoxious self in a few moments.’ (Joking)
>‘Not asking you to.’ (Dismissive)
>‘You’re not bad company. Least I could do is return the favor.’ (Friendly)
>‘Is that the tell-tale sign of approval I hear?’ (Tease)
>Write-In
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>>731515
>>‘Don’t worry. I’ll get back to my obnoxious self in a few moments.’ (Joking)
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>>731515
>>‘You’re not bad company. Least I could do is return the favor.’ (Friendly)
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>>731515
>‘You’re not bad company. Least I could do is return the favor.’ (Friendly)
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>>731515
>>‘Is that the tell-tale sign of approval I hear?’ (Tease)
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>Expecting Tenryuu shenanigans
>Spend whole trip cozying up to Iowa

Surprised no one is complaining.
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>>731554
We've only went to the petting zoo so far, so there's still opportunities for Tenryuu shenanigans

And we're probably trying to make up HARD for screwing up with the seating choice
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>>731515
>>‘Don’t worry. I’ll get back to my obnoxious self in a few moments.’ (Joking)
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>>731559
Coin flipping.

Coin flipped, winner decided, commencing write-up. Come back in 25 minutes.
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>>731554
I'm sure we'll get plenty of opportunities to cozy up to Tenryuu.

We're just showing off our big brain right now.
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‘You’re not bad company. In fact, I’ll go even as far to say I’m actually a little glad Tenryuu got me to bring you.’ You admit – gladly, in fact. Iowa gives a small smile, turning away as it threatens grow – maybe. You look ahead to Tenryuu, who had now stopped, turning left and right to get her bearings. ‘The least I could do is return the favor – good company for good conversation.’

‘Yeah.’ She replies, almost quietly. ‘That’s… that’s nice.’

‘Commander, are you flirting?’

You come into a practical screeching halt as the query hits your ears. Tenryuu suddenly bears on the both of you, glaring at you with her one good eye – in your view, for almost no apparent reason – and then to Iowa, who you really know had done nothing to actually gain the ire of your Light Cruiser. Her statement confuses you; you hadn’t intended anything of the sort with Iowa; never mind that the both of you had come to an agreement to only be affectionate with each other for the benefit of laying the Submarine’s own inquiries by the wayside. You try to respond in the most articulate way possible.

‘What?’

‘What?’

‘Tenryuu, I really don’t get where you’re going with this.’ You answer with a frown, putting your hands in your pockets. ‘Actually, I don’t know why you think I’m flirting.’ You and Iowa share a look, nodding and sharing an amused smile together. ‘We’re just talking about a book.’ You gesture for Iowa to back you up. ‘Isn’t that right, Iowa?’

‘We’re debating merits of morality and virtue.’ Iowa, surprisingly, does back you up. ‘Lionheart, you know.’

She remains unconvinced, however. What had made her think this way?

‘You’re taking that tone.’ Tenryuu says warningly, folding the map and pointing at you like a teacher that had caught on to something. ‘That tone that gets girls to brush their hair back and look away.’

You honestly don’t know where she got that train of thought from.

‘You know it.’ She gives a flat look. ‘I know it.’

Iowa, affronted at the accusation – probably in the sheer audacity of it – turns a little purple before tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder… and looking away.

>‘I am an overweight lard tub of lard that gets out of breath after a block. There’s no danger there.’ (Matter-of-factly)
>‘Oh, you caught me, Tenryuu; my lust for love knows no bounds!’ (Joke)
>‘It’s just talking. You know… when you’re with someone and share a giggle and poke over something?’ (Flatly)
>‘This is your business how, anyway?’ (Dismissive, Aggressive)
>Write-In
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>>731574
>>‘Oh, you caught me, Tenryuu; my lust for love knows no bounds!’ (Joke)
I'm betting she'd take this at face value
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>>731574
>‘It’s just talking. You know… when you’re with someone and share a giggle and poke over something?’ (Flatly)
Tsunderes always go for guys who have the situational awareness of a brick wall.
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>>731574
>>‘I am an overweight lard tub of lard that gets out of breath after a block. There’s no danger there.’ (Matter-of-factly)
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>>731574
>‘Oh, you caught me, Tenryuu; my lust for love knows no bounds!’ (Joke)
Man remember the olden times we got her flustered by jokingly confessing, we should do it again sometime.
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>>731574
>>‘Oh, you caught me, Tenryuu; my lust for love knows no bounds!’ (Joke)
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>>731574
>>‘Oh, you caught me, Tenryuu; my lust for love knows no bounds!’ (Joke)
This is a good prompt.
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>>731589
Okay, sorry - just finished eating and getting to typing it up now.
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Seeing Tenryuu’s disapproving look just made it too golden an opportunity to pass up.

‘Oh, you caught me, Tenryuu!’ You let out a highly affected voice, dramatically raising your prosthetic to your temple and looking away, your cheap coat billowing as you do so. It actually felt rather cool – in a dorky sort of way, but still cool. ‘My lust for love knows no bounds!’

‘I – I knew it!’ Tenryuu shrieks, holding her cheeks and backing away from you, her face one of fully-fledged fear. You know you should probably stop by now, but she’d just left too many openings for you to exploit; she hugs herself, looking at you like some sort of wild animal that was about to take her as its next meal. ‘Y – You’re doing this just to get me alone so you can ravish me, aren’t you?’ She raises a palm towards you, her nose humorously scrunching as she takes what looks like an odd stance. ‘I – I won’t let you! Just because I – I’m a Light Cruiser doesn’t mean I’m as easy as you think, you know!’

She pats her chest, looking very prideful.

To tell you the truth, a small part of you found this Tenryuu rather… adorable, actually. Shaking and tearful, her knees quaking together and that scowl on her face… you just wanted to pinch her and her puffy cheeks. Still… having gone this far, it wouldn’t be proper tribute to the momentum of the act to not at least finish off.

‘You? Hardly.’ You take a proud, arrogant tone, wrapping your arms around a rather confused Iowa and raising your nose to Tenryuu’s attempt at defense. ‘Why flatter yourself? I have a very select taste in women, you know. I like them big, meaty and zesty. That kind of terrible front is nothing but a – !’

Tenryuu drops her arms to her side. They’re like limp noodles hanging from a base.

‘Huh?’

She instantly looks crestfallen, bringing balled fists to her eyes.

‘I’m not good enough for you?’

Oh, no.

‘Tenryuu. Tenryuu!’ You let go of Iowa, walking over to Tenryuu… only to have your hand slapped away almost immediately at the attempt. You try to salvage the situation; again, you had gone too far. ‘I’m joking.’

‘Joking?’ She lets out tearfully, looking away and rubbing her eyes ‘When are you going to take me seriously? I know that I’m not as cool as Nagato or as nice as Takao… the least you could do is say something nice to me once in a while!’

You don’t notice the small crowd that had gathered at the spectacle, mumbling as they look at you with disdain.

‘Man, what scum.’ Someone mutters.

‘She’s too good for him.’ Another person goes. ‘Where does he get off going around when he looks like that. If I were him, I’d show some appreciation.’

‘T – Tenryuu…’

She raises her head at the mention of her name…. And that’s when it happens. The twist. The morph. The upturn.

You see Tenryuu’s hidden-to-all-else cat-like grin.

Joking.

>Write-In
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>>731609
>Touche
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>>731609
she got us good boys
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>>731609
"I'd be more upset if i wasn't so impressed. This round is your~"
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>>731609
Well played
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>>731632
Guys, I'm trying to figure out the mood here.

Is it more "I have taught you well, my son" (A little bit of playful pride), "I got reverse trolled" (Upset) or is it more "Not bad" (Playfully vindictive)?
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>>731640
First one
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>>731640
Yeah the first one
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You find a grimace making its way onto your features. An uncomfortable feeling gathering in the pit of your stomach as you try to make sense that the tables, for once, had been turned on you. Tenryuu’s mischievous, smug grin is hidden well enough under those balls of fists to make it look like she was nursing her tears – her very fake tears. Giving a once around on the surprisingly busy-looking street and the crowd of over a dozen onlookers… you find that you were probably in the more lively part of town now. You hadn’t even noticed the turns that you’d taken getting here – it must have been when you were busy chatting it up with Iowa.

Fool me twice, shame on me, huh?’ You reluctantly concede, grunting lowly.

‘You know it, sir.’ Her hands cover her side – her grin is still only visible to you.

The shuffle of footsteps catches your attention as the gathering of busybodies closes in a little more. You turn to Iowa for assistance, but all she does in response to your pleading look is a clueless shrug. It just wasn’t fair – why were you at the brunt of all this and she let off the hook?

‘Get away from her, you unappreciative lout!’ A woman calls out, shaking her fist at you.

‘You don’t deserve her!’ A man in a cap and a jacket yells, following the other woman’s action.

‘F – Friendzone Force, unite!’ A shy-looking girl cries out, raising her hand to rally the crowd.

‘I – It’s okay, folks, she’s just joking.’ You try to placate the crowd. Maybe you could explain just what was going on and they’d leave peacefully… and with you in one piece. ‘Come on, Tenryuu, tell ‘em!’

Tenryuu puts down her hands, putting on the most incredible piece of acting you’ve ever seen.

‘Joking?’ Tenryuu turns to the crowd, spreading her hands wide. He points at you in accusation. ‘See? You never take me seriously! I even prettied myself up for you and all you go on about is how you and Iowa are going to do this and that and leave me out of things!’ She covers her eyes with her balled fists. ‘I hate you! I hate you!

Iowa’s name was called out. You had a way out.

‘Oh, Tenryuu, if I knew you felt this way I would’ve discouraged him! I love you, girl!’

And it was gone. You shoot her a look.

Traitor!

‘Apologize!’ The crowd yells out, corralling you towards the both of their tearful faces.

Before you could say anything, however…

‘Oh, you’re going to let me go wild on this shop?’ Tenryuu takes an instantly cheerful demeanor, happily skipping towards you. ‘I knew there was some kindness in those bare bones of yours, Darling!!’

That had to be the worst way she could carry the word.

‘Tenryuu, I don’t think – !’

You feel the glares boring into you.

>‘You two are evil.’ (Concede)
>‘I thought we were friends.’ (Betrayal)
>Enter the store quietly (Grumble)
>Write-In
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>>731664
>‘You two are evil.’
we will not win
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>>731664
>Write in
>Confess our undying love for Tenryuu, swear we will change ourselves so we can be together forever, and pray for her forgiveness (As seriously as we can sound, even if we are joking)

We must turn the tables, we will emerge victorious.
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>>731669
>>731670
You guys decide amongst yourselves. Meanwhile, I have another dinner function. Toodles!
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>>731664
>>‘You two are evil.’ (Concede)

Escalation should only go up to a certain point. Especially when we only have a limited time in the city.
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>>731664
You two are evil.’ (Concede)
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>>731664
>>Confess our undying love for Tenryuu, swear we will change ourselves so we can be together forever, and pray for her forgiveness (As seriously as we can sound, even if we are joking)
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>>731664
>Confess our undying love for Tenryuu, swear we will change ourselves so we can be together forever, and pray for her forgiveness (As seriously as we can sound, even if we are joking)
Time to channel the best of our acting abilities. Play it completely straight.
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>>731664
>‘You two are evil.’ (Concede)
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Keep in mind we keep getting accused of being a pushover, this is a great moment to stop that, even if we still go in the store afterwards.
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>>731664
>Confess our undying love for Tenryuu, swear we will change ourselves so we can be together forever, and pray for her forgiveness (As seriously as we can sound, even if we are joking)
We will lose BUT WE WILL FIGHT.
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>>731870
Sorry, mate. You almost got to the coin flip, but I was already writing 10 minutes ago :(. Will post up in 20.
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Traipsing into the store and glaring at Tenryuu’s back, you feel a small fire burn at the back of your eyes. Tenryuu and Iowa, arm in arm, skip onto the shop’s floor, a little too happy for your own good – although, all things considered, it was a little stupid to think that the Queen of Practical Jokes would let something slide without turning it on your person. Especially after being humiliated so badly those weeks ago. You scan the store – reasonably larger on the inside in terms of space; you wouldn’t have guessed from the outside. It looked more like one lot amongst many other closed ones… but judging by the length, it looked like the other closed lots were mere extensions to this one – you wonder why the shutters had been rolled down, if that were the case.

Or, you would be wondering on that, or focused on it, if your ire with Tenryuu and Iowa, who were diving into a bargain bin amongst a few other women for clothes wasn’t reaching that far. Tenryuu lifts what looked like a long sleeved shirt with stripes, marveling at the price and showing it to Iowa, whose lips thin into a line as she takes it from her. Neither of them notice you until you’re right next to them, going through the selection of shirts… which explicitly read Buy 2 Free 1.

‘You’re evil.’ You declare solemnly at Tenryuu… before moving on to Iowa, who had betrayed you to her friend’s own agenda. The both of them only offer smug looks before going back to the pile in the bin. ‘The both of you are evil beyond words.’

‘I told you I was smart.’ Tenryuu snickers, frowning as she throws another striped shirt in Iowa’s direction. ‘These are going for about 2000 each… but I think they’re casts from the rack. See if you can find anything that’s a bigger size… and cheaper.’

‘Devious, more like.’ You mumble as you take the piece of fabric from her. ‘I gave you 10,000, right? How much do you think this is going to eat into it?’ You lift one frilly shirt. ‘This is 800. Want to give this a try?’

‘We’re being thrifty.’ Tenryuu pokes her breast, as if in emphasis. ‘No sense doing that, though, if we can’t find the right size.’

‘Are you saying you’re all right wearing Size Ls?’

‘Yes.’

As she said that, you see the other women circling the bin looking at her in awe.

‘I’m here for a balance between comfort and fashion.’ She declares, before frowning. ‘Well, more comfort than fashion, but I don’t want to be decked in purple and pink.’ She lifts another shirt. ‘What do you think?’

‘It comes with a skirt.’ You pull it out from under the shirt – it looked rather large, even for its size. ‘They’re kinda mismatched.’

‘Duh.’ Tenryuu grins. ‘This is a reject shop.’

>Shop for your own things in the store
>Hang around with the both of them for a while longer
>Write-In
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>>731912
>Shop for your own things in the store
She used to be quartermaster, so we dont need to babysit too much.
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>>731912
Hang around with the both of them for a while longer
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>>731912
>Shop for your own things in the store
I hope we can find some cool sunglasses.
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>>731912
>Hang around with the both of them for a while longer
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>>731912
>Shop for your own things in the store
We lost our clothes way back, might as well look for something.
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Just a check - how's the city trip going for you folks so far?
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>>731945
a rollercoaster for me
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>>731945
Really enjoying it from the moment we woke up, lots of stuff is happening, even when we had some fuck ups. And I can't stop thinking about Seaport now ;_:
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>>731964
You are going to really like what's going to happen, then.
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>>731945
So far I'm liking it. It's certainly interesting that Tenryuu seems a little bit jealous when we talk to Iowa too much. We'll just have to give her some more attention.
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‘If you don’t mind, Tenryuu, I think I’m going to go do my own shopping.’ You flash your pink shirt for emphasis. Maybe you can burn it on the way out of here. ‘You can take care of things here, right?’

Tenryuu doesn’t look at you, but she nods, scanning through another shirt she picked out from the bin.

‘Don’t take too long, Honey. We have an appointment later.’ She says coyly.

You roll your eyes – even the one under your eyepatch.

‘I’ll be back, Dear.’ You quip in return, getting a smirk for your troubles.

There’s a shuffle of movement as the other ladies approach Tenryuu, giggling.

‘You’re such a good wife.’ One of them voices; you bite your tongue at the mention, not turning back to look.

‘Don’t I know it.’

You keep yourself from saying anything, mostly out of the fear that it would be used against you. You make your way to the back of the store. The aisles weren’t that wide or big, so you had to maneuver yourself by turning sideways at times so that your long coat wouldn’t be caught onto any of the bins or shelves. The place certainly wasn’t a premium shopping destination; there were dozens upon dozens of items with faded sale signs on them, ranging from additional items on purchase to free ribbons and the like with every receipt. There were even slashes across prices by marker and an “Everything Must Go” sign from what looked like the turn of the decade with an addendum at the end.

Finally finding the men’s aisle, you take out one of the shirts. Most of them were too small for you, though; you almost immediately put them back before moving to another shelf, filled with shirts with buttoned-up collars with sale prices all over. Frowning as you make your way further down, seeing a pair of cheap – but rather impressively-designed – sunglasses of various shades… and a tie rack, which also had a rather nice selection.

‘You know, if you get one of the shirts, we throw one of these in for free.’

You jump in place before turning to your right. There is a young man there, a lot shorter than you – and probably younger than you, if his small body was any indication of his age. His hair was messily spiked upwards and looked like a flame, although his face, in complete contrast, was rather… wimpy looking, you have to admit, to go with the small nose and similarly-tiny mouth. He looked like he could have startled someone else.

‘Sorry, did I startle you? I’m the manager here.’ He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his head. ‘Well, attendant, manager and one of the cashiers. We’re not that big on staff right now. Hah.’ He looks downwards‘You know, with so many people leaving.’

‘Uh, I’m – !’

‘A dear customer.’ He bows respectfully. ‘How may I help you?’

>‘You mentioned people leaving.’
>‘I’m looking for some clothes.’
>‘Why’s everything so cheap?’
>Write-In
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>>732064
>>‘You mentioned people leaving.’
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>>732064
>‘I’m looking for some clothes.’
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>>732064
>‘You mentioned people leaving.’
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‘You mentioned people leaving.’ You inquire curiously. Maybe he could talk about it more. ‘Would you mind telling me why that’s the case? I know that it’s not probably in your job description to put up with the asinine… but I’d really like it if you could tell me just what’s going on with this town? I used to work here, and it was never this… well, dull, even with the war going on? What’s happened?’

He hesitates for a bit, looking rather nervous on the fact that you’d followed up on that particular part of his greeting towards you. Still, you have to credit him for not trying to immediately shove a product underneath your nose as a means of distraction – if anything, it was rather refreshing to not have to put up with an obnoxious salesperson. He twiddles his thumbs for a moment, before letting out a huge sigh.

‘Oh, right, I… I did.’ He says resignedly, picking up one of the shirts from the shelves. ‘Well, the war’s having a really bad effect on the livelihood around here. We’re not that close to the coast, see, but people are… well, they’ve just lost faith in winning. I hoped that it was just a rumor, but…’ He rambles a little, making you frown, before continuing, ‘I can’t confirm for myself, but it’s just bits and pieces, so you’ll have to look into the newspapers to see if it’s true…’

‘Rumor?’ You frown, wondering what it could be. He folds the shirt in his hands at the word, putting it back before facing you again.

‘Well, see, sir… the Haszad Union has allegedly been accepting refugees at an… well, I won’t say alarming, but I would say considerable rate.’ He answers, surprising you. ‘Back when the war started and The First Worldwide Offensive failed, they did open their borders, but almost immediately shut them after… after the KanMusu arrived. With the Admiralty going through that grinder, a lot of people are losing more faith. Even though they’re inland and away from the frontlines, they’re… they’re scared. And after what happened in Maizuru and the Kongou sisters failing to stop it…’

The Kongou sisters weren’t involved in the defense of Maizuru, if your memories served correctly. Hiei had told you that the Four Horsemen were nowhere near Maizuru when it fell… although, you reckon that telling the young man wouldn’t convince him any more than anything else would. Still… it was a bit of a curiosity. Were Haszad really doing this now, of all times?

‘Well, it’s still a rumor, but, well, every rumor has a basis.’ He goes on tentatively, as if unsure. ‘Though, if this keeps up, I might check on it myself – if the Abyssals really have such an advantage, then…’

You don’t answer that.

‘I don’t want to leave, though. I can barely speak Upper Romer.’

>‘You’re from around here, then?’
>‘About these clothes…’
>‘Why’s everything so cheap?’
>Write-In
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>>732282
>‘About these clothes…’
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>>732282
>>‘About these clothes…’
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>>732282
‘About these clothes…’
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>>732282
>>‘About these clothes…’
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‘About these clothes…’

He instantly adopts a happy mood, clapping his hands together and taking the shirts off the rack again, shoving them in your face almost immediately – you’d spoken too soon on the thought that he didn’t have the sale on your mind. The grin on his face had to be the most serviceman-compliant smile that you would have seen thrown your way.

‘Oh, you have a good eye! We’re having a 2 for 1 sale on the bin and they’re going at a modest 1000 yen each!’ He declares. You spy the shirts – one with a very jarring grey and pink combo and the other with what looked like an odd mix of green apples over yellow fabric; glaring quality aside, you’re quite sure neither would go past your chest.

‘Yeah, I appreciate that,’ you really do, grimacing and pushing the two items away. ‘but I’m not sure you have my size.’

He looks you up and down, frowning.

‘Would you mind taking it off?’

‘Excuse me?’ You raise an eyebrow at the request.

‘Your long coat, sir.’ He says seriously, pointing to your old coat. ‘In fact, you should have taken it off at the front – didn’t anyone direct you to do so?’

‘No.’ You comply, not wanting any trouble. He had been nice enough to answer your query – the least you could do was comply with the rules of the store. ‘Here.’

He holds up a hand, unwilling to accept it – you’re not surprised, having seen the pink shirt you were wearing, he probably saw the long coat as a mercy. Eying you up and down, mimicking his last movement – you feel, at the moment, very judged. Even more so when he lets out a wince, along with catching himself.

‘We might have two or three, but I’m sorry to say your…’

‘Fat.’ You say bluntly. ‘I know I’m fat.’

He actually looks apologetic.

‘Well, we might have a few plain white t-shirts that we have in the bin.’ He offers. ‘If you’re looking to stock up on any of those, you can get them by the pack – just fish for XL, if you’re planning on looking.’

‘Anything else I can get from here that’s my size?’ You inquire, smirking at your own predicament.

It might be time to hit the gym again, truthfully.

‘Well, there might be a few in the tailored section… but they’re a bit more expensive. They may be rejects, but they’re still tailored rejects.’ He says solemnly. ‘We’re sorry to say that finding pants your size might be a little… hard, but if there’s anything, the tailored section would have it.’ ‘Oh, and there might be a few plain shirts in the bin your size, too, sir… if nothing else.’

‘Excuse me, I was wondering if you’d help me with this tag, young man?’

He moves to his next customer immediately.

‘Yes, Madam! You see…’

>Go look in the bin for some t-shirts
>Have a look in the tailored section for something, maybe some pants
>Write-In
>Look for Iowa
>Seek out Tenryuu
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>>732627
>Go look in the bin for some t-shirts
lets se if we can fish something good
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>>732627
>>Go look in the bin for some t-shirts
And see about getting some of those sunglasses.
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>>732627
>Go look in the bin for some t-shirts
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>>732651
May I inquire why the insistence on the sunglasses when you're not sure if your covered eye is even going to start working normally again?

That reminds me. Did you guys forget to visit Akashi about it?
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>>732691
I don't think getting a medical checkup from her was ever mentioned on a to-do thing really
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>>732691
Because sunglasses are cool, regardless of whether the eye will work again.

Besides, gotta protect the remaining eye from the sun. Especially if our other one is kaput.
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>>732712
We should really find a hat aswell, something interesting.
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>>732701
It's not a task, though. That's why I never put it up. You're wearing an eyepatch because the muzzle flash screwed up your vision - it was only patched with Akashi's use of Fairy's Tears and you've gradually recovered your eyesight through it since. Although you did get some kind of sensory overload during your last mission.
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>>732715
Did we? We elected not to take off our eyepatch from what i remember.
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>>732718
Are you guys really planning to not check up on it? You're not blind under it - just under Doctor's orders, if that's what's stopping you. I've been wondering why you folks have just been walking around all Chuuni with it.
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>>732734
Huh. I guess we should probably get it checked out then.

Still, eyepatches are pretty cool.
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>>732734
I guess we just never bothered to, and nothing's ever really come up that made it terrible, and most people haven't batted an eye at the patch

Guess we could do it tomorrow or something
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>>732734
Because we're Big Boss, that eyepatch is part of us now. Plus realistically it probably intimidates people.
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>>732738
It's all on your time, though. You can leave it on if you want to. I've just been wondering why you guys haven't gone to Akashi for a check up since. That sensory overload I mentioned was when Nagato got gutted and you felt pain everywhere. Thought that might have put you guys off getting things checked out.
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>>732742
>>732745
All right, I was just checking.

I thought you guys just... forgot you were wearing an eyepatch when there was talk about the sunglasses.
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>>732753
Its gonna be interesting when we take our sunglasses off and theres an eyepatch there, whenever we meet new people.
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>>732757
In all honesty, I hope I will never have to type that.

I'd have to include every seen with the on-base staff just shaking their heads and telling whoever you're talking to to just roll with it. Every single scene.
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>>732772
That would be absolutely beautiful.
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You make your way over to the bargain bin, where he had said there would be T-shirts in your size. Compared to the woman’s bin in front, this one was rather small… and at the top were, as the man said, packs of white t-shirts. White and plain and nothing else, wrapped in threes. You hold them up to your face to get a better look at the details. There was nothing more that it entailed other than sizes and that they were machine-washable.

‘Well, at least they’re cheap.’

No pants, though…

You lift past the first layer of plastic and fabric, bringing up a few plain colored shirts – none your size, though. Flat, uninspired colors in comparison to the rather jarring ones on the shelves. Still, no pants in sight.

Huh, more shirts here…

You keep dig a little more – being the only male customer in the store, never mind the only one in the bargain bin, had its perks. For one, no one was there to rob you of your hard-earned spoils, even if you hadn’t purchased them quite yet. There were a few packs here and there, but otherwise, the ones your size had already been dug up and set aside. You pull up a few holiday shirts – a lot of them just falling short of fitting around you. You throw them to the side of the bin, going for the bottom with gusto; there had to be something here that you could find to take to the counter.

To you… the item at the bottom shone with an almost heavenly glow.

You reach for it, pulling it up. The tag of XL on its collar makes you let out a cry of joy – and brings a tear of thanks out of the corner of your good eye. You hold it up, feeling your breath hitch in your throat as you hold back a sob at its majesty. On the shirt you see a well-drawn portrait of Haruna, holding her guns out to any who would set her eyes on the shirt. It seemed a little heavy for just one shirt… prompting you to open it to reveal a pair of jeans on the inside… with Kirishima’s likeness, holding up her glasses, sewn into one leg almost expertly.

It was a fanboy’s dream come true… and no one would be here to see!

Four Horsemen Official Merchandise? Score!’ You hug it as thought it was a lost lover. ‘Adult size!’ You declare happily, turning it around to look for the price. ‘Haruna and Kirishima!’ You gasp as you look at the price. ‘3900 Yen?! I thought this was a reject shop?!

You spy another piece of fabric at the bottom, bringing it up for you to see. It was yet more Admiralty merchandise. This time…

‘Is that… Fubuki?’ You frown, bringing it closer for inspection. ‘What’s Fubuki’s merchandise doing in here? 1600 Yen?!’ You frown. ‘Cutthroat.’

>Haruna and Kirishima Jeans and Shirt combo – 3900 Yen
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>White T-Shirts (3 in each pack) – 250 Yen/Pack
>Keep digging for more items
>Write-In
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Whatever your choices on waifu, you will always have been a Haruna/Kirishima/Kongou/Hiei fanboy.
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>>732849
>>Keep digging for more items
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>>732849
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
One day I want to meet her and tell her just how much we liked the anime.
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>>732849
>Keep digging for more items
oh god what is this pile
>>732880
you wanna daie dontcha?
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>>732849
>Haruna and Kirishima Jeans and Shirt combo – 3900 Yen
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Keep digging for more items
We found quite the treasure, time to look for more while we get this, and also an actual pair of pants that might fit

>>732880
So we can send her back to jail after she tries to kill us right?
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>>732849
>>Keep digging for more items
As much of a fanboy as we are, I feel like it'd be a little weird if we started walking around the barracks in Haruna and Kirishima clothes. Especially if Hiei showed up one day for some reason.
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>>732873
>>732880
>>732884
>>732885
>>732890
I forgot, dudes, if you select "keep digging for more items"

>Keep digging for more items (Roll a 1d6 each)
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>732849
>>732885
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Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>732920
If we roll all sixes, do we find Jimmy Hoffa?
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>732920
Rare merch, get!
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Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>732920
>Keep digging
here, tresure, tresure, tresure!
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>>732849
>Do a quick check how the girls are doing;
>If looking almost done, check time and buy stuff (ALL OF IT)
>If not done soon, put aside and dig for more.
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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>732920
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>732920
If it's a roll it's even more interesting than Fubuki T-shirt

>Keep digging for more items
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>732920
>Keep digging!
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You dig a little more, hoping to find something valuable. For a bargain bin, you hadn’t expected to find any official Admiralty merchandise… or cause the mess that you had, really, digging and making a practical hole in the bin. It looked like a mole had decided to burrow, truthfully. Still, it couldn’t hurt you to sate your curiosity a little more, perhaps there could be something else that might be a treasure.

‘What?’ You blink, seeing a familiar tag. ‘Can’t be…’

It shines like a beautiful beacon of hope.

It was a light blue shirt with long tails, fit for almost any size, with the official stamp of the Admiralty on the side of the collar. The material was comfortable and well-sewn, and at first glance, people would wonder why it would be here, of all places… until they spied the uneven nature at the bottom of the shirt, where the seams seemed to come loose and the tails were jarringly uneven. Not that it mattered – worst came to worst, though, it could just be tucked in like any other shirt.

‘A Hiei’s Holiday Shirt!’ You squeal, lifting it up to get a better look at it. It was indeed what dreams were made of.

The back of the shirt had Hiei, in a pretty bikini, textured in a black and white pop art drawing. She was looking rather seductively at whoever had drawn her, a cartoony setting sun over a line emphasizing the little dots that formed the full picture of the Fast Battleship, clutching her chest and showing her back to the viewer, the sole of her right foot touching the tail of the shirt. Whoever that had designed this – and whoever had drawn it was a brilliant gift to mankind; there were very few of these made… and the few that were made were gifted in hampers that radio shows had as prizes years ago. Whatever the price was, it might as well cost you and arm and a leg. Even though this was a reject shop there would be now way that it would cost any less than…

‘2700 Yen?!’ You balk – that was… cheap!

>Haruna and Kirishima Jeans and Shirt combo – 3900 Yen
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Hiei Shirt – 2700 Yen
>Underwear (Max 2, 3 in each pack) – 250 Yen/Pack
>White T-Shirts (Max 4, 3 in each pack) – 250 Yen/Pack
>Keep digging for more items (Roll a 1d6 each [DC+2])
>Write-In
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>>733037
Addendum:

There were also 2 small boxes of underwear in XL size. How fortuitous!
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>733037
>Keep digging for more items
dig commander urist, dig!
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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>733037
>Keep digging for more items
Damn right we're gonna find some more gold down ere!
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>733037
>>Keep digging for more items (Roll a 1d6 each [DC+2])
inb4 we dig through the bottom
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>733037
We're finding some plunder today.
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WIth all of these rolls we better find a pirate hat to match our eyepatch
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>>733054
>>733068
>>733075
>>733079
>When you raise the difficulty and it doesn't do jack
As a DM/QM, this is frustrating.

Anyway, pick a KanMusu you've already met or know of... and roll a 1d20.
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>733108
>Nagato
Gotta get that action figure, since its one of the rare ones.
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>733108
NAGATO
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A
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O
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>>733108
By this I mean, even if they're mentioned in passing (Save for Submarines, of course) or that you have already met on-base. Any will do.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>733108
Houshou pinup?
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>733108
ryuujou
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>733108
Houshou
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>733108
Houshou!
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>733108
>Nagato
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>>733108
Final Tally
Nagato: 15 + 11 + 18
Houshou: 13 + 4 + 8
Ryuujou: 14

So it has been written. So will it shall be.
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There was something at the bottom.

At first, you had thought that it was a lining of some sort, but that would have been impossible as the bin didn’t have lining at all. You reach downwards – this was the bottom-most you could go, and it was really hard for you to reach down, deep as it was. You really didn’t want to work so hard for your clothes, but your curiosity wouldn’t be sated – nor your lust for the improbable treasure that would be at the bottom – maybe there would be something worthwhile. Giving a tug, you can tell it was heavy and rather… thick. The weight of the other clothes on top and around it had it stuck, and you put a little bit more effort into it, praying it wasn’t hooked on somewhere; that it wouldn’t tear with the next pull.

You pull it up, and…

It was Nagato.

In leather.

On leather.

It was a good old-fashioned bomber jacket – you can tell by the stiffness of the fabric and the softness of the insides, that it was once used, but still in pristine condition, brown fur collar and rich black leather, unfortunately pressed by all that clothing. The material was soft and at the same time, rough, made with hands that valued care and quality over all else. A little bit of sunshine would do it good, but even with the dull smell… your eyes don’t take themselves off the insignia

On the back of the bomber jacket… was a patch of Nagato, clad in a fur-collared leather jacket and miniskirt, smiling coyly at the viewer in a manner you found too familiar to dismiss as anyone else, set in front of a red circle with the characters for “Knight” by her figure. On the shoulder of the jacket was a dagger with a pair of sabers crossing in front of a shield, red and silver, to go with a fixed decoration of a star on the left front breast.

ADMIRALTY BATTLESHIP: NAGATO

Let Our Bulwark Have The Dawn Arrive

‘Oh, do we still have that tacky old thing?’ A voice comes from behind you, startling you again. ‘I thought we got rid of it.’

‘Tacky?!’

‘I see you’ve found something that doesn’t belong here.’

‘This?’ You grimace. Of course it wouldn’t belong here – something so valuable couldn’t possibly be –

‘I thought I told someone to put it in the charity bin months ago.’

What?!

‘H – How much?’

He frowns, confused.

‘The store’s owner had this really funny notion that someone would actually one day walk in and buy it.’ He crosses his arms. ‘I was going to donate it to charity, but… if you really want it, I suppose you can have it for free. On a condition, though.’

‘I’m all ears.’

Please just buy from our swimsuit bin.’ He practically begs. ‘We’ve been trying to thin it for months, but no one goes swimming nowadays… if you would be so kind to buy a few, I’ll consider relinquishing this to you.’

>‘Deal.’
>‘Can’t I just buy it?’
>Write-In
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>>733310

It's pretty much this with THAT picture stitched at the back with the insignia on the right shoulder.
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>>733310
>>733321

Oh, and with a red circle like this behind Nagato's picture.
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>>733310
>‘Deal.’
This is so cool.
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>>733310
>>‘Deal.’
Oh hell yeah.
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>>733310
>>733321
>>733328


If you want, there can also be something like a tally
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>>733310
>>‘Deal.’
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>>733310
>deal and a a pack of shirts and underwear
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>>733310
>>‘Deal.’
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>>733310
>‘Deal.’
I'm actually wearing a bomber jacket right now.
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>>733310
>‘Deal.’
Also with the pack of shirts and underwear
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>>733338
>>733336
>>733335
>>733334
>>733332
>>733330
Okay, folks, I really need to nap now. Sorry for the short session, hope we'll be able to end the day by the next one. Also hope you enjoyed yourselves so far.
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>>733354
It's all good. Sleep well, Mech.

I wonder what Nagato's gonna think when she sees us wearing that jacket.
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>>733354
1st Division bomber jackets when?
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>>733371
amazing
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>>733333
Too much of a kill tally would be kind of tacky.

A lovely bomber jacket with a stylised Nagato would be best.
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‘Deal.’ You agree quickly, your eyes on the prize. The jacket still looked in rather good condition despite being so worn.

‘Oh, thank God.’ He lets out a sigh of relief. ‘The boss will be happy that the tax man won’t be here with his extra briefcase if everything goes well.’

‘Tax is still an issue?’ You raise an eyebrow at that new bit of information. As far as you knew, they were a lot more forgiveable since the Admiralty took over the business of bringing the offensive to the Abyssals after the military’s failure. ‘In these times?’

‘Contrary to popular belief, war doesn’t stop the tax crunching.’ He says with a huff, folding the jacket over his forearm. ‘It’s a bit more manageable, but we have just too much in stock. The swimsuits are the hardest to get rid off and even charity boxes won’t accept them.’

You scrunch your nose, going for the crux of the inquiry – whatever it was, you still had a budget. You needed to know just how much you were going to have to sink into to get that dish of a bomber jacket.

‘How much are they going for, anyway?’

‘At the rate we’ve been going at, we’re actually considering burning them as is, but opportunity is opportunity.’ He begins, albeit a reluctantly – you hope he wasn’t taking this as a chance to sell them at a premium. ‘We’ll just take it at a value of 200 Yen a set, if that’s all right with you.’

You practically balk.

‘You might as well just give them away at that price.’ You point out, frowning. ‘That’s cheaper than a bus around the block.’

‘It’s also a better way of telling the tax man we don’t have enough stock to hold us liable.’ He grimaces. ‘Trust me, sir, it’s the lowest possible price that we can go without having an inquiry being made into our shop. We’re still in business, even in times like these.’He holds up the jacket, as if to remind you of your own endgame. ‘So if you would be so kind as to look into our selection of swimwear, we’d really appreciate it.’ He adds in cheerfully. ‘Whatever you do with it at the end of the day, though, is something that’s at your discretion.’

He lets out a low hum, looking upwards for a while – you patiently wait for him to continue.

‘Just try not to throw them into the bins directly outside our store.’ He takes a warning tone at that. ‘It might invite some… trouble. They’ve already got us under surveillance from the last time we tried to… discard inventory.’

‘All right.’ You nod.

He holds up the jacket again.

‘You can have this when I figure you’ve bought enough.’

‘How many do I need to buy?’

‘I haven’t decided yet.’ You raise an eyebrow as his mouth morphs into a huge grin. ‘But it won’t hurt your chances to fill up a few bags.

He definitely was a salesman.

>Head on to the swimsuit section to pick out a few on your own
>Consult Tenryuu and Iowa
>Write-In
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>>736114
>Head on to the swimsuit section to pick out a few on your own
This is primarily for the jacket. If some of the swimsuits happen to fit, even better.
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>>736114
>Head on to the swimsuit section to pick out a few on your own

Happy we found that jacket.
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>>736114
>Consult Tenryuu and Iowa
Let's be goodwill and also disgusting pig and offer to buy them bikinis.
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>>736114
>Head on to the swimsuit section to pick out a few on your own
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The swimwear section wasn’t hard to find. There were even a few signs at the top with several slashes through the words, stating sale price had gone down several times over the period of their shelf life. There were even old signs and stickers on the side of the shelves, hastily blackened by faded ink on the amount of percentage strikes until they settled with a flat 200 Yen, just as the man had said. The bargain bins were much smaller in comparison to the male’s and female’s section of the place, but the shelves looked to have extended all the way to the back of the store. You even make out that there were a few mannequins set on the long sides of the section – which was effectively a rectangular plot.

There was, not to your surprise, a selection of swim clothes, ranging from the tacky to the garish, but ultimately simple in make. You suspect that some of the items were pasted with well-known emblems of pop culture icons in order to appeal even further to the masses – and, of course, by the sheer volume that was still present, they had failed to sell.

Considering what the Abyssals had done to most coastline towns and villages, it was no surprise to see them here. Still, if you had decided to get some clothes for the beach, you might as well try for something that would sell. Maybe if you grabbed something pricier he wouldn’t mind that much and throw it in, anyway.

Maybe.

‘All right, let’s see what we can find.’ You clap your hands together. The faster you got this done, the faster you could put that jacket around you and see Iowa and Tenryuu worship the sheer coolness that you exuded.

After all, it was a Bomber Jacket with Nagato on it. How awesome was that?

>Simple Bikinis – 200 Yen
>Simple One Pieces – 200 Yen
>Board Shorts – 200 Yen
>Swimming Trunks – 200 Yen
>Surf Tops – 200 Yen
>[Look for Pricier Items on the Shelves]

ADJUST YOUR SWIMSUIT PURCHASE BUDGET
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>>736256
>Swimming Trunks – 200 Yen
>Board Shorts – 200 Yen
Honestly anything between those two until he is satisfied or we hit like 8000 Yen
Can we also get a pack of underwear and regular white T-shirts after we're done with this?
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>>736265
this
mostly because we dont know thier sizes and well, it be weird buying a bikini to them
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>>736268
I know that I shouldn't say this. But I left Iowa and Tenryuu open to be consulted and it was outvoted 3-1. Live the consequences that your saboteurs have left behind.
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>>736272
yes, but you dont get between a woman and deals, human or not
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>>736265
Yes, you can. I'll leave up a menu price for you to consult as a collective.

BARGAIN BIN
>Haruna and Kirishima Jeans and Shirt combo – 3900 Yen
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Hiei Shirt – 2700 Yen
>Underwear (Max 2, 3 in each pack) – 250 Yen/Pack
>White T-Shirts (Max 4, 3 in each pack) – 250 Yen/Pack
SWIMSUIT BIN
>Simple Bikinis – 200 Yen
>Simple One Pieces – 200 Yen
>Board Shorts – 200 Yen
>Swimming Trunks – 200 Yen
>Surf Tops – 200 Yen
SWIMSUIT SHELF
>-Unvisited-
TAILORED SECTION
>-Unvisited-
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>>736278
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Underwear x2
>White T-Shirts x1
Swimsuit Bin
>Board Shorts – 200 Yen
>Swimming Trunks – 200 Yen
For the swimsuits up to 8000 or until the manager is satisfied and gives us the jacket.
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I'll be back in an hour plus. I have a dinner function.
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>>736295
Can i just vote to consult them.
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>>736317
The better question is do you think they actually need swimwear? By all means if the manager forces us to buy alot of sets we should talk to Tenryuu and see if they dont want some, but if we dont have to buy that many we can ask them once we get the jacket.
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>>736280
This is fine
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>>736280
>>736317
>>736327
>>736353
You guys have to be a little more specific with your purchases. I don't get just what you want in which amount.
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>>736411

Saying this because I'm not sure with the consensus that you folks have reached.
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>>736428
The objects from the bargain bin seemed to be fine as previously stated, as for the swimwear it depends on how much we have to buy, since if its just a little we buy only for ourselves, but if its alot we're gonna ask the girls if they want any.
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>>736428
what i got is
>the jacket
>1 pack of the underwear and shirts
>1 swining trunks
>1 board shorts

or so i got
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I'd like you guys to tally your totals and submit them to me, please, so I can move on from this particular section and bring us to the next phase of this little trip. Not trying to make you folks do all the work, but if you guys could tally what you want and the totals from each bin, that'd end up better in the long run so I don't have to crunch something like

>>736280
>Up to 8000 or until the manager is satisfied

Because you don't know and I don't know if the Manager is satisfied. You guys will just have to tally your purchase totals and proceed to the counter to see if he'll relinquish it. If I do something like that Quester suggested, it would take the fun out of the guesswork.
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>>736459
well, considering the deal is buy some swimsuits i guess this is plain cheap, then again, retail
>>736435
totals 900
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>>736461
You can't buy the jacket anymore. The vote made was to purchase enough swimwear until the manager is satisfied.
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>>736459
Here we go then
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Underwear-2 Packs 500 Yen
>White T-Shirts-1 Pack 250 Yen
>Swimming Trunks-2 Pairs-400 Yen
>Board Shorts 1 Pair– 200 Yen
>Hopefully the Nagato Bomber Jacket
Total of 2950
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>>736466
sounds good
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>>736459
I'd say we get more, swimsuits are relatively cheap and I don't want to risk not getting the jacket.
>Fubuki T-Shirt 1600
>Underwear x2 500
>White T-Shirts x1 250
>Swimming Trunks x4 800
>Shorts x4 800

Total of 3950

We should have asked girls if they want some swimsuits but we missed that.
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>Jeans and shirt combo set CAUSE IT*S AWESOME
>Underwear (1pack)
>White tee (1pack)
>Swimming trunks (1)
>Board shorts (many, maybe 7. erryone can wear them and easy to give away if nothing else)
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>>736472
Oh sorry,
Totals 6000y
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>>736466
>>736471
>>736472
These are acceptable formats. Good on you three. If there are others planning on submitting their own purchase plans, now's time time because I'll be starting write-ups in 21 minutes.
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>>736466
I'd be good with this.
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You grab one of the baskets, putting the items inside and walking over to the cashier. There were only two women in front of you – and Tenryuu and Iowa were nowhere in sight – so it wasn’t that long a wait. Once it was your turn, you put your basket on the counter, waiting for the young man, who was indeed pulling double duty, to finish with the items that you had brought. He doesn’t show any particular reaction, but his lips do thin when he gets to your… considerable purchase of swimwear.

>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Underwear-2 Packs 500 Yen
>White T-Shirts-1 Pack 250 Yen
>Swimming Trunks-2 Pairs-400 Yen
>Board Shorts 1 Pair– 200 Yen
Total: 2950 Yen

‘I’m sorry, but… at this small amount, I can’t possibly let go that jacket go.’

He grimaces. He does look rather sorry, but also… disappointed, you’d say.

Still…

>‘Hang on, I don’t think I’m done shopping yet.’ (Choose from the items again)
>‘It’s not like I really want it, anyway…’ (Give up on the jacket)
>Write-In
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>>736547
>>‘Hang on, I don’t think I’m done shopping yet.’ (Choose from the items again)
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>>736552
Key in your new selection if you're choosing that option.
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>>736547
>‘Hang on, I don’t think I’m done shopping yet.’ (Choose from the items again)
we are not leaving that jacket no siree
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>>736547
>‘Hang on, I don’t think I’m done shopping yet.’ (Choose from the items again)
We're a pushover but we need that jacket.

>Fubuki T-Shirt 1600
>Underwear x2 500
>White T-Shirts x1 250
>Swimming Trunks x5 1000
>Shorts x5 1000

Total of 4350
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>>736547
>‘Hang on, I don’t think I’m done shopping yet.’ (Choose from the items again)
Two more pairs of board shorts and another pair of trunks.
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>>736547
>‘Hang on, I don’t think I’m done shopping yet.’ (Choose from the items again)
Same items along with
>Board Shorts 7 pairs-1400 Yen
>Swimming Trunks 6 -1200 Yen
Total:5550 Yen
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>>736557
>>736558
>>736559
I think that to make things simpler, in case your selections don't get votes, you guys should roll a 1d20 each so I don't get confused on which selection I should go with. You know, for the sake of being fair.
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>>736547
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Underwear-2 Packs 500 Yen
>White T-Shirts-1 Pack 250 Yen
>Swimming Trunks-2 Pairs-400 Yen
>Board Shorts 1 Pair– 200 Yen
>Haruna and Kirishima Jeans and Shirt combo – 3900 Yen

total is 6850
and commander is happier than ever!
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>>736561
>>736560
Just in case no vote goes through on a purchase.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>736559
>>736560
I'd be good with this one too.
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>736561
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>736559
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>>736573

You quickly return to the pile bins in both sections, changing your selection as you see fit. The only thing on your mind is how comfortable the jacket would feel around you when you were finally able to don the the piece of clothing. You pick up the items, all of them stepping stones to the majesty that would be the jacket, before rushing back to the counter, where the cashier was once again waiting, keying in some things into the register. You place your basket on the counter, making him jump in surprise before taking each and every item out, keying it in slowly and agonizingly... before setting them down in a pile at the end.

>Fubuki T-Shirt - 1600 Yen
>Underwear: 2 pack - 500 Yen
>White T-Shirts: 1 Pack - 250 Yen
>Board Shorts: 7 pairs - 1400 Yen
>Swimming Trunks: 6 pairs - 1200 Yen
Total: 5550 Yen

'So,' you begin tentatively, 'is that enough?'

'It's all right.' He answers, humming as he narrows his eyes at some of the items that you had purchased. Probably to get a better look. 'This is a bit better.' You give him a flat look: why had you expected him to say anything else, really? 'Still, I'm leaning... one way, or the other.'

'You're kidding me.' You let out, practically in disbelief.

He shrugs.

'Maybe if you buy more than one or two types of swimwear, I could consider it a little better.'

>'Please?' (Roll a 1d6 each)*
>'I'm not done shopping yet.' (Choose from the items again)
>'It's like I really want it, anyway.'

*DC 16: In the event of a failure, you will have to purchase a selection with a MUCH higher threshold. Threshold so far is: Unknown
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>736616
>>'Please?' (Roll a 1d6 each)*
Roll to barter!
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>>736616
>'I'm not done shopping yet.' (Choose from the items again)
>Fubuki T-Shirt – 1600 Yen
>Underwear-2 Packs 500 Yen
>White T-Shirts-1 Pack 250 Yen
>Swimming Trunks-2 Pairs-400 Yen
>Board Shorts 1 Pair– 200 Yen
>Haruna and Kirishima Jeans and Shirt combo – 3900 Yen
PLUS
>3 simpple bikinis
>3 one pieces
its 8650
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>736616
>'Please?'
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By the way, I forgot to ask, since I usually do this once every two threads or so.

Do you guys want me to raise the DC to make the Quest harder?
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>736616
>'Please?' (Roll a 1d6 each)*
We doing good on rolls guys lets go for it
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>>736628
we are ok so far
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>>736628
Nah. I'm good.
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Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>736616
>'Please?' (Roll a 1d6 each)*
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>>736628
Its fine as it is, it just feels easier because the dice gods for once are on our side
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>736616
>>'Please?'
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You try to contemplate your next move. After careful deliberation, you had thought you had gone back and brought enough to satisfy the terms that had been set – if he had set them less opaquely, then you would have been able to actually satisfy them to the specifics, but as it stood, you were given rather vague specifics on the nature of the gathering and purchase of the items. You reckon that you’d brought enough – and looked to purchase more than enough – items than the average customer, to you, at least, and he’d actually given you the most wishy-washy answer than he could give. This just wasn’t fair.

Steeling yourself, you finally that there was only one way out of this… and it wasn’t another trip down to the aisles for another round of guess and pick.

You give your most determined, most pleading look. One that you’d seen children practice on parents and employees perform on their bosses; the steely, subordinate stare that leaves your eyes and hits his with the force of a thousand respectful prostrates. Your back bows forward a little more – you don’t care for your dignity as much as you would any other time, you know just who was in the superior position and the inferior one in this case. Your stern look makes him flinch a little, but you’re too far entrenched in professionalism from the bowels of experience to turn back now.

Please?’ You practically beg – no, you really do. Although, you reason that it might be more of a formal request by the tone that you’d probably conveyed to the manager.

‘Um, uh…’ He stutters. You expectantly wait for his answer, balling your fists tightly.

He lets out a heavy, defeated sigh, eyeing you with a sorry look.

‘Oh, why not? I was going to give it to charity, anyway.’ He shrugs, going over the cash register’s numbers again. ‘Plus, it’s not like you’re robbing me. You’ve bought quite a fill yourself.’ He opens the barrier behind him, the hinges squeaking loudly as he does so. ‘Let me get it for you. I put it away in the locker room in case you weren’t going to… comply.’

You say nothing as he bows from behind the barrier.

‘Hang on for a moment.’

He walks away, leaving you alone and expectant. You had done it; the act of putting yourself at the mercy of a money-grubbing salesperson had yielded its rewards. It takes about five minutes, maybe ten, but by the time he was behind the counter, he had it. The beautiful, worn but lovely bomber jacket; Nagato’s form emblazoned at the back of the leather piece… and he follows through with his deal, placing it into the paper bag with the rest of the purchases.

5550 Yen has been deducted from your Purse

He bows again, before smiling brightly.

‘Please do shop with us again, sir!’

>Look for Tenryuu and Iowa
>Check the Swimsuit Shelves
>Check the Tailored Section
>Wait Outside
>Write-In
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>>736787
>Look for Tenryuu and Iowa
They're not going to believe what we found.
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>>736787
>>Look for Tenryuu and Iowa
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>>736787
>Look for Tenryuu and Iowa
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>>736787
>Look for Tenryuu and Iowa
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>>736787
>Look for Tenryuu and Iowa
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We are going to get it from the and everyone else back on base when the swimwear doesnt fit.
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>>736861
We don't even really need this much swimwear, so we could just keep it at the drawers and never wear it
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>>736875
Or we could always sell some of it.
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>>736875
beauty paegant
if macross can pull it off, so we do

plus it might cheer the town
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>>736943
doesnt work if the general populace views kanmusu as something inhumane/undesirable.
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