>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing>Map/Locations: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ns6pDh5fkzxTvBYSN_5dICL4JbVLwk7qiNyoNHPcdww/edit?usp=sharing>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing>Rolling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D6xlxpzfqF_rC2iemL-OGhFkNK4uiy8PZdvjkkdVBPU/edit?usp=sharing>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander>Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiceToTableTop>Discord: https://discord.gg/DXsehSpYou hurriedly don your coat as you rush down the stairs, skidding and half-tumbling your way down to get to the door. Nagato hadn’t been around to wake you up—she was busy running patrol—and since you were a grown man, there wasn’t really anything you could blame on the ones present for not bothering to bring you back to the realm of consciousness. The sun was already up. Kasumi was already gone, if the folded sheets and the tidied pillows were any indicator, and you …There were no two ways about it: you were late.You slam the door shut, the your keys ringing in a painfully dull jingle as you lock up. You turn on your heel, pulling up your trainers and break into a sprint, rushing out of the compound and into the surprisingly empty streets of Yokosuka. Early as it was, the town was still effectively under martial law, so it was kind of a shock to not see any barricades—or soldiers—up and performing their duties. The buildings may have been erected back to form and there were one or two souls—civilians—having a smoke or sitting over the spanking new partition on the side, overlooking the steep incline of the almost-cliff side that made up your part of the cape.The tick on your wristwatch is almost as loud as the explosion of a temple bell.You decide to pick up the speed.‘COMMANDER!’You stop in your tracks.That almost sounded like—‘COMMANDER!’You whirl around … and immediately find the source of the voice.Samidare waves her hand to you as she heads the patrol group, returning from their runs. They look a little haggard, with their clothes torn here and there, but were otherwise healthy, skiing on the shallow end of the waters, skipping over waves and throwing up cheerful waves and hollering your name—your rank and title, anyway—throwing up encouraging smiles before throwing up another hand, zooming off to make dock. You throw one back, and encouraged, continue your jog to Yokosuka HQ.Stepping through the compound, you crack your knuckles.You had to do your best, too!
>>25610734/4>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)>Review the MagiTek Requisition Approval (Compound Office, Magitek Administrator)>Standard Requisition Review (Compound Office, Requisition Staff)*>Supply Unit Check>KanMusu Facilities Review>Admiralty Liaison (Main Office)*>Meet with Unassigned KanMusu>District Management (Fingers's Office)
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>>2561082>>Admiralty Liaison (Main Office)*>find Ooyodo to meet with the new recruitsplease tell me if im remembering this right Mech
You step into the welcome warmth of the Admiralty Liaison’s Office, stretching and yawning as you throw a look around the place. As before, it was in impeccable order. As was the Liaison who was in the middle of the bustle of work, looking as though he had sprouted out from between the sheets of words than the tryst of a man and a woman. Your entrance immediately gets his attention as he shuffles a set of files and places them in an out-box, moving from behind the table and stepping his gangly form to square off against yours, standing barely a foot away from you.‘I believe that I told you that there wouldn’t be any assignments until next week,’ he starts coolly, ‘or do you have another reason that you’ve come this early in the morning to see me?’‘Good morning to you, too,’ you grumble, tucking your own files underneath your armpits as you meet his gaze. ‘I see that you’ve got everything still in order.’‘One does not take up a role that they’re not prepared to make efficient,’ the Liaison replies neutrally, looking you up and down with an expression between disdain, scrutiny … and impatience. It was as if you were wasting his time. ‘One that I hope that the last several weeks of your command have at least taught you, Commander.’You don’t give him the satisfaction of a reply.>‘You sure you don’t have any assignments for me?’>‘How’re my approval ratings looking?’>‘You mentioned the ISSF yesterday. Any chance you’d be willing to share a friendly chat about that?’>‘Fine, I was just paying courtesy anyway. Ciao.’ (Leave)>Write-In
>>2561272>‘Fine, I was just paying courtesy anyway. Ciao.’ (Leave)
>>2561272>>‘How’re my approval ratings looking?’Just for sake of curiosity
>>2561272>>‘How’re my approval ratings looking?’yea why notdoesnt hurt to check
Since you were around, you decide to ask anyway, ‘So, how are my approval ratings looking?’The Liaison steps away from you (although he did still keep one eye on your person) as he approaches his table, randomly picking up a piece of paper and mumbling as he read off the top of the sheet before looking up, a small twinge of … amusement in his cheeks. He crosses his arms, the paper crumpling into the crook of elbow as his nostrils flared in tandem with dancing colours in his eyes.‘Everybody thinks that you’re a pain in the ass,’ the Liaison utters. That wasn’t surprising, of course. ‘Except for the Haszadians.’That was.‘Oh?’‘Yes.’ He nods. ‘They want to dump you into an active volcano with a stick of dynamite shoved down your throat.’You shrug.It was … understandable.>‘You sure you don’t have any assignments for me?’>‘How’re my approval ratings looking?’>‘You mentioned the ISSF yesterday. Any chance you’d be willing to share a friendly chat about that?’>‘Fine, I was just paying courtesy anyway. Ciao.’ (Leave)>Write-In
>>2561358>>‘You mentioned the ISSF yesterday. Any chance you’d be willing to share a friendly chat about that?’i can understand the hate
>>2561358>‘Fine, I was just paying courtesy anyway. Ciao.’ (Leave)Do some stuff
>>2561358>‘Fine, I was just paying courtesy anyway. Ciao.’ (Leave)
‘Fine,’ you sigh, raising a hand and turning on your heel. ‘I was just paying my courtesies anyway.’He doesn’t even bother to throw up a hand back. You enter the cold corridor, immediately missing the toasty warmth of the room you had just departed, even as it shuts itself to your back with a loud slam. A glance at your watch tells you that there was still a lot of work to do. A lot of work that involved a more hands-on, in-your-face experience compared to the dregs of paperwork that you had been subjected to before. You’d actually assumed the opposite before: that the higher-up you went, the less walking around you were expected to perform.Staring at the task sheet, you sadly lament how it wasn’t the case anymore.3/4>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)>Review the MagiTek Requisition Approval (Compound Office, Magitek Administrator)>Standard Requisition Review (Compound Office, Requisition Staff)*>Supply Unit Check>KanMusu Facilities Review>Admiralty Liaison (Main Office)*>Meet with Unassigned KanMusu>District Management (Fingers's Office)
>>2561413>>Supply Unit Checkwe didnt do this last time so lets check on it
>>2561413>>Supply Unit Check
You run your arms as you jog across the compound, trying to find the supply unit office. You pivot on the spot, throwing an uncertain glance to your left … then to your right. You weren’t sure where the supply units were. Yesterday, you’d had the good luck of Takao being around to guide you through the motion. Today? It was an issue that you had to sort out for your—‘Sorry, sir!’You step out of the way, instantly recognizing the purple-haired KanMusu as Akebono, carrying something that was much too bulky for her to balance or carry … if she was the junior high girl whose visage she sported. She throws an apologetic glance your way as you stare at her, then at the line of Destroyers that appeared to have taken the responsibility of hauling the bulky-looking boxes, crates and the like, which probably weighed less than notebook to them at their full activation potential.‘No, I’m the one who should be saying sorry,’ you apologize, moving further away from them. ‘Where are you girls carrying that stuff?’‘We’re headin’ to the Supply Unit Quartermaster to make sure that everything we got’s in order.’‘R-Really? You mind if I tag along with you?’Akebono shrugs.That was as good a reply as any.You’re an odd sight. Half a dozen girls who could pass for junior high entrants carrying huge, bulky materials as though they weighed little more than fruits and half-filled sacks march in front of you in a line reminding you of an ant trail, the large items hovering over their heads and would most probably kill them if they so much as lost their balance … if they were human. Akebono and the girls lead you to the edge of the compound (closer to the water than to the city) to what appeared to be a new building. It wasn’t that big; it was barely larger than the Admiral’s own mobile office. The paint hadn’t even been applied yet. The place looked more like a fisherman’s rental shack than it did anything resembling a professional office.The warehouse next door, however, immediately addressed that concern.It was at least the length of the RAY’s docks, if not a little bit more. Akebono waves you off as you break off from her lead, throwing up a salute as you call out your thanks and head into the door … and immediately find yourself surprised by the person manning the counter.‘Tenryuu? What are you doing here?’‘Doing my job,’ Tenryuu answers nonchalantly, leaning over and placing her hands on her palms. ‘And you were meant to be in here yesterday. What gives?’You look around. The place was eerily identical to the manner of order that the Liaison had set his office in. You can tell that much. Files, cabinets and rows upon rows of shelves were set behind Tenryuu as a makeshift light shone from above.She was also clad in her bikini.‘I …’
>>2561680>'So, I'm supposed to do a supply check here? That's it?'>'Why are you wearing a swimsuit? I'm getting colder just looking at you.'>'Yeah, sorry. I had a full schedule yesterday.'>'I just saw you on the beach. How'd you get here so fast?'>Write-In
>>2561695>>'Yeah, sorry. I had a full schedule yesterday.'>i had to talk with the Admiral for awhile yesterday about something
‘Yeah, sorry, had a full schedule yesterday.’ You take a brief pause, thinking back to the events of the day before … and realizing that you still had quite a schedule ahead of you right now. There was quite a bit to catch up with, really. ‘I had to talk to the Admiral about a few things … things that I’ll hopefully be able to sort out by today.’‘Oh, you mean about the new Secretary, huh?’You wear a tight smile, already knowing where the conversation was going to veer towards.‘I don’t blame you.’You blink, staring at your Light Cruiser in surprise.‘It’s a hard sell, that position,’ she utters agreeably, sagely nodding for emphasis. You have to wonder for a moment if what you were hearing was real. ‘I’d be putting my resume up myself … and I’d welcome it, but with everything that’s going on, I think this is one time that I’ll be glad for someone else to take the reins.’That … was something you didn’t quite expect. ‘Why?’ you ask.‘Well,’ Tenryuu chuckles slightly, scratching the back of the head, ‘no offence meant, sir, but you’re a little … [i[off your rocker for me. You’re not what I’d call a hive-kicker, but considering the circumstances, you’re probably going to need someone either used to operating in discretion with no feedback relay or someone that’s actually as crazy as you to follow through with the kind of madcap stuff that you get up to in your free time. I ain’t saying anything, but I’ve seen the records. I think Yuubari’s considering forms of intoxication as a method of adjusting herself to your pace.’You grimace.‘That’s not praise, is it?’‘Not in the slightest, no. You’re a grown man and I’m not going to … knock you anymore than I already have, but whoever you choose—and I, again, mean no offence by this—is going to have to deal with you on the whole, and as much as I want the position … I don’t think that I’ll be able to cope with how breakneck you take terminology and comprehension of the possible outcomes.’‘And that means …’‘It means that if I’m somehow your choice, I don’t have confidence at keeping my sanity,’ she states bluntly, wearing a coy smirk, ‘and as much as an entertaining Command—Vice-Admiral you are, I’d rather see someone who can either tug you back to the right side of the road to take that post.’‘You don’t trust yourself?’‘Sir,’ Tenryuu laughs, jabbing a playful finger into your chest. ‘With all due respect, you’re a bad influence on me as is. I don’t need to go around thinking that I’m some transcendent revenant with designs on integrating into humanity anymore than I do your lack of discipline, recklessness and unorthodoxy. I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.’She frowns.‘Although, if the Admiral asked …’‘Tenryuu.’She grins, drawing her finger back.
>>2561966>'It's too bad. I was thinking of giving you the job.' (Offer Tenryuu the position of Secretary)>'Let's get down to business, then.' (Supply Tutorial)>'So why the swimsuit?'>'Right, see ya.'>Write-In
>>2561976>Already gave Takao the job.
>>2561976>>'So why the swimsuit?'
>>2561976>>'Let's get down to business, then.' (Supply Tutorial)
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>2561995>>2561999>>2562010Rolling a 3-sided (digital) die and ...
‘So, let’s get down to business, then,’ you declare, getting a professional nod of acknowledgement from your subordinate, who takes her elbow off the table and steadies herself into an upright stance and wears an expectant glance. ‘What’s this section supposed to be responsible for?’‘Supplies is a bit of a misnomer,’ Tenryuu begins, letting out a sigh. ‘This is actually a depot for anything the patrols bring in. Think of it as the storage basin for a surplus that you can use to do whatever you want. You can keep stockpiling and stockpiling, no one’s stopping you there, but you’re going to be sending us out without proper enhancements, so I’d really like if you’d be able to get the balance right.’‘That goes without saying,’ you snort, right as Tenryuu moves to the back and picks up a thick-looking file, pulling it up and dropping it onto the counter. You take a step back in surprise, a little intimidated by how much strain the string holding the thing was under.‘What’s that?’Tenryuu grins. ‘The basics, of course.’It takes an hour and some to cover half the basics. Most of it was drivel on the government regulation on the retrieval of Abyssal Red-corrupted minerals, but some of the important details actually detailed how research institutes were practically exempt from any scrutiny. It was the one of the few things that the Congregation of Lords and the League of Nations agreed to in regards to the stockpiling of Abyssal Red … in that due to its inherent danger, there was a set amount that could be stockpiled … and the rest would be given to a joint holding between the Admiralty, the League and the Congregation of Lords. They treated it as though it was a cancerous growth … and that the grades of it were only available in set limits in regards to current weapons development.That was probably why your KanMusu still had their guns. You were still picking out from previous stockpiles to keep their gear up and running.‘So, basically,’ you drone—again—and rub your temples. ‘Everything goes here until I request it to be sent to …’‘The three uses of Abyssal Red stocks are: to the MagiTek Department if you want to put your stock towards gear development or to hasten research; to Akashi’s unit if you need us out there within 24 hours … or to Yuubari if you want to keep her happy. There’s a restriction on stock as it counts as a hazardous material, but … well, you can keep as much Uncorrupted Blood as you can, if you can recover it, but per Command? 50 units tops. Anything after that gets sent to the Admiralty.’‘Right. So …’‘You only need to come here to check your stockpile. That’s it.’‘Thanks, Tenryuu.’She throws up a salute and a wink as you move to leave.‘You’re welcome, sir.’
2/4>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)>Review the MagiTek Requisition Approval (Compound Office, Magitek Administrator)>Standard Requisition Review (Compound Office, Requisition Staff)>Supply Unit Check>KanMusu Facilities Review>Admiralty Liaison (Main Office)>Meet with Unassigned KanMusu>District Management (Fingers's Office)
>>2562181>>KanMusu Facilities Reviewthis is the other thing we didnt check last time
>>2562181>KanMusu Facilities Review
>>2562181>>KanMusu Facilities Review
>>2562181>>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)
To the Singaporeans coming back from work in an hour, I'll be posting up the next phase in a bit.
Finding the KanMusu Facilities Review Office was looking to be a much easier task compared to your search for Tenryuu’s office. In a welcoming turn, it also turned out to be inside the main building, which meant that the moment you found the office, you’d be rolling in toasty, comfortable warmth again. It was mid-morning now, the afternoon closer to you than daybreak … and the whole dig was easy to understand. The KanMusu Facilities Review was a sort of—you glance down at the piece of paper—extra-curricular luxuries and requisition unit that had been headed by Ooyodo, Yuubari and Nagato in the past, but according to Takao’s notes, none of those three were actively involved in its day-to-day management, and it’d been too busy to properly regroup their priorities in the wake of the Abyssal Assault. Priorities that … once you actually had a look-see, amounted to little more than …Extra-curricular activities. As had been detailed before.Tennis. Baseball. Stargazing.“Things for us to do when we’re not doing anything” as written by Takao’s own shorthand probably didn’t do it justice. You’d just have to find out who was in charge to see just what did.The door—as with many other rooms—wasn’t properly-installed yet.You choose not to be cynical or assume the worst: that they hadn’t bothered with it just yet precisely because the KanMusus were using the room. You step into the place … and find yourself overlooking a trio of girls, who, from your size, you surmise to be … a Cruiser (Light or Heavy you couldn’t tell) in what was a wheelchair and two KanMusu who you recognize to be Hamakaze and …No, you weren’t sure who the other one was.You know you had seen her before, though.Even if …Ah, that was right. You’d encountered her that one time, with her sister … Naganami! What was her name again?‘You think that they’re going to let us run this again? The only time they let us do stuff is when Ooyodo or Nagato were helping out …’‘Don’t be so fussy,’ Hamakaze sounds, nodding sagely. ‘You’ve met the new Vice-Admiral, right?’‘I don’t think he’s a bad guy, but … I heard from Samidare-chan that he can be pretty tight when it comes to it, you know? What if he tells us that this is just a waste of time?’‘Then we’ll still have weekends free,’ Hamakaze encouraged. ‘It’s not like it’s the end of the world, right? They can’t stop us from—’She stops, biting her lip and stepping away from the other silver-haired KanMusu. There’s an uncertain look in her eyes as she rubs her arm as the latter’s feet dangled from the edge of the table she was sitting on as they both wore mirrored looks.‘Vice-Admiral, sir!’You raise a hand, shutting the door behind you.The KanMusu in the wheelchair frowns as she gazes at you … but otherwise says nothing, bobbing her head with a small nod.
>>2563129>'You're right, extra-curricular activities are a waste of time. I'm nipping this in the bud.' (Dismantle it)>'It's still Commander, actually.' (Casual)>'I'd like to know what this ... department entails.' (Professional)>'Sorry, uh ... I seem to have forgotten your name. And I've never seen you before.' (Embarrassed)>Write-In
>>2563131>>Write-In>'It's still Commander, actually.' (Casual)>'I'd like to know what this ... department entails.' (Professional)show that we are chill but also be pro when needed
>>2563132Both options lead to differing/conflicting branches.
>>2563131>>'It's still Commander, actually.' (Casual)
>>2563131>>'It's still Commander, actually.' (Casual)this then
>>2563131>'It's still Commander, actually.' (Casual)>Write-in“Good to see you two, Hamakaze, Kiyoshimo. And who might you be?”
>>2563141>Kiyoshimoah yes, one of my favorite DD's
>>2563141Oh, you remembered her.
>>2563143Have to take the effort to remember things or be disliked by girls.
‘It’s still Commander, actually,’ you correct them, closing the door behind you. ‘And it’s nice to see you again, Hamakaze and …’Oh, no, you had to think up something quick. What was her name again?Ah, that was right.‘Kiyohime.’‘Just because Kiyo’s in our name doesn’t make us both Kiyos!’ she shrills, raising her hands and stomping her feet in one impressive motion. You give a slight chortle as she glares as you at the misstep of her name, but otherwise make up for it with a gentle pat on her head. She doesn’t appear to be properly sated, but the fact that your arm hadn’t been bent out of its socket tells you that the action wasn’t an unwelcome one.Hamakaze snickers behind a gloved hand, turning to properly face you again.‘Still getting used to things, are we?’‘You could say that,’ you muse. ‘It’s a lot more gruelling than being behind a desk the whole day … I thought that the ink, paper and desk were the only things that were meant to get bigger with every promotion?’‘Everything gets a little bit bigger and more hands-on as you go up the ladder,’ Hamakaze imparts sagely, wearing a sympathetic—and rather motherly—smile. ‘That’s just the way things work, after all. To that, though, I’m really sorry that our office has fallen onto your sheet of considerations, but … the Admiral seemed to think that you were more suited for it than the oth—I mean, the Vice-Admiral. So, I suppose that … we’ll be under your guidance?’‘No, no, nothing so formal as that.’ You raise a hand, flapping it about and trying to bring a more relaxed atmosphere to the room. There wasn’t much tension, of course, but seeing Hamakaze’s gentle demeanour even show the slightest twinge of being intimidated, well … it was like dealing with a slightly older Samidare (although it really wasn’t—you got the drill). ‘I’m just here to do my job. You don’t have to call me boss or anything, just tell me what you girls need done.’‘Can we have a table hockey machine?’Oh, no. You weren’t going through that again.You absently feel your shoulder. Bad memories, there.‘We’ll see,’ you concede, ‘so this is …’‘You can think of it as an activities board, of a sort,’ Hamakaze explains, ‘the name’s a little archaic because it used to be a petition unit for things like football fields or volleyball courts that some of the KanMusu want to build. Now, it’s mostly for KanMusu … luxuries, in a sense.’‘Is that what Facilities Review stands for?’‘Old title,’ Hamakaze repeats. ‘Our current agendas are to survey and meet requests for extra facilities that KanMusu would like to have around the base. New basketballs, a projector screen …’
'Basketball?''Th-There are those of us that play! I … I play!’'Oh, maybe one of these days we can have a little one-on-one,' you joke, 'I always wanted to know what it'd be like to have a girl score on me.'It takes about five seconds for the meaning behind your words to make sense to you. Hamakaze—bless her artificial core—doesn’t say a word, wearing a tight smile as her features turned a slight purple from the unfortunate wording. Kiyoshimo seems to get the gist of it, wearing a wry smile and staring down at her feet as the silence permeated through the room … before being broken by the wet snort of amusement from the wheelchair-bound KanMusu, who proceeds to turn it into a hacking laugh, shaking her head.‘Man, when they told me that you were unconventional, they weren’t kiddin’! They dug you up somewhere fresh, I reckon?’‘M-Maya-chan!’She pushes her wheels forward, holding out a hand and smiling brightly in your direction.‘We haven’t met before,’ The KanMusu known as Maya lets out happily, her previous reluctance and her lack of introduction but a distant memory in the face of the rather perky brown-haired woman. ‘I’m a transfer here from inland … well, I kinda transferred myself, but, hey, sometimes you just gotta be the one to push your own case through. They talk about you, you know?’Her statements come hard and fast. You’re not sure—Oh, grow up.‘Maya’s the name,’ she introduces herself, almost squeezing the bones out of your fingers with her strong grip. ‘Whoops, sorry! Bad control!’>‘Ow.’ (Whine)>‘Nice to meet you, Maya. Why the wheelchair?’ (Introduce yourself)>‘Maya … Maya … why does that sound familiar?’ (SPECIAL: TAKAO)>‘They?’ (Curious)>Write-In
>>2563166>>‘Maya … Maya … why does that sound familiar?’ (SPECIAL: TAKAO)
>>2563166>‘Maya … Maya … why does that sound familiar?’ (SPECIAL: TAKAO)
‘Maya?’ You frown, turning your head up to the ceiling. You’d heard that name before … but where? ‘Why does that … sound familiar?’No, it would be wrong to say that you’d heard that name before. You’d seen it before … and not on a variety show. It wasn’t even that far back either; that much you were aware of. You’d scanned through stacks and stacks of paper and plastic, going through forms and statements. You’d seen her name before; you were sure of it. The KanMusu in question tilts her head in confusion as you continued to scrutinize the origins of her familiarity. Where had you seen it before? Where had you read it before? She was a new arrival, so you couldn’t have actually encountered her, but that name … that name …Then it hits you.‘WAIT, YOU’RE TAKAO’S SISTER, AREN’T YOU?!’‘Oh? You know Takao-nee?’That wasn’t the question that you shouldn’t have been asking.‘Wait, wait … Takao’s file had her coming out of evaluation because she lost all her sisters,’ you point out. ‘No offence, but … her career history specifically mentions you as being … dead.’The other two girls shuffle uncomfortably in the corner of your eye, while Maya herself wears a wry smile as she rolls her chair back and hums in a manner you find much too casual for someone who had just been accused of being deceased. No, no, that hadn’t been a typo. You remembered it now. Takao’s evaluation had specifically warned you of her mental state—and that while it was stable, long-term reads on her situation were based on speculation. You’d elected to keep an eye on that in taking her on, but …It didn’t make sense now. Maya, Takao’s sister, was alive. So why had—‘On a technicality, yes, I am dead.’‘What?’‘My core, it’s … it’s damaged,’ she confesses, ‘and I’m not sure how long I got left. Every day a little something shuts down. I … lose a little more control, need a little less control. I’m not in full control of my body, yeah?’As if for emphasis, Maya raises both her arms, turning her hands before setting them down on her chair rests.‘I mean, we drop by the shelf,’ the KanMusu muses, her voice a lot more steady than you could see anyone else try to manage, ‘but I kind of got the slow burn. A direct hit to the core and a corruption that’s eating me from an inner layer to an outer one and back again. Already lost my legs! Nothing doing about that!’She sounds much more cheerful than she should be.You find yourself … almost blind-sided by how much she still has left in her.Maya snickers, continuing, ‘You’d think that if they’re going to shove an arm into my diaphragm, they’d make it a clean hit, huh? Bastards. But it can’t be helped, right?’She grins, the only bright spot in an otherwise silent chamber.>Write-In
>>2563194>>Write-Inim just going to pat her on the head lovingly while giving her a nice smile
>>2563194>Write-In“I don’t know if I would be as strong as you when my time comes.”Apply soft headpats while smiling at the good girl.“Thank you. For all that you have done. If you need help with anything, just let me know.”The last thing she wants to hear is platitudes, pity or ‘im sorries’. Thanks though. That and gratitude for their sacrifices is always in short supply, especially for shipgirls out of commission.
No session now, just a few supplementary prompts coming up if people wanna play.
>>2563874you could post for when the session is over atleast
>>2563874Sounds good, I'm here
You honestly don’t know what to say to that.Neither do the girls around you, for that matter. In fact, they look downright uncomfortable at Maya’s admission. The girl in question doesn’t even show herself to be bothered by the statement … or to the reactions all around here. There was a strange confidence in her smile, even faced with a stark white truth. You’re not sure where she’s able to drag it out from, but you’re much too—and there was no two ways about it—impressed to question it. You take a deep breath, and (with a brain empty on other forms of input) you place your hand on her head. To your credit, she doesn’t immediately snap at your wrist.‘Eh?’You probably needed to come up with a quick response, however. She wasn’t one of yours.‘Thank you for … all of your hard work.’ You try your best to sound reassuring. However, even for you, it comes off like the start of a cheesy retirement speech than anything with actual substance. ‘If there’s anything that you need at all, just let me know.’‘Eh, that’s what I’m here for, right?’ Maya grins, grunting—and wincing—as she shifts herself in her seat. ‘Ya don’t have to pay tribute or nothing, sir. I’m not an invalid … just yet. I still got a few tricks up the old sleeve, yeah? I may look like this, but I can do a lot more than you think I can!’‘I don’t doubt that one bit,’ you return, tussling her hair—which she strangely … seems to enjoy. ‘I do doubt that I’d be … as enthusiastic about you facing down my own mortality, though.’‘We already died—’‘MAYA-CHAN!’You’re shaken from your casual talk (If it could be anything casual, anyway) by Kiyoshimo’s sudden—and furious—outburst. She looks … angry. Not the sort of triggered anger that you saw from when your usual … idiotic antics with your Division. Hamakaze actually looked furious. Her eyes, usually straightforward and certain, had an aggressive light to them, barely held in check. There was no personal animosity between the two, but what Maya had started on—and what you had followed—seemed to … set something alight within her. You open your mouth to say something to calm her down, but another glance at Maya, who throws a tight, apologetic smile, accompanied by a raised hand and a nonchalant wave as you detach yourself from her.‘Yeah, yeah … we should get to work.’Kiyoshimo releases a breath, patting her chest and taking a step back, but not before throwing you an uncertain look.Hamakaze rubs the back of her neck and averting her eyes.>‘What’s … going on?’ (Push the issue)>‘Yeah, let’s get to work.’ (Call to business)>‘Have you spoken to Takao?’ (Personal)>Write-In
>>2564105>>‘Yeah, let’s get to work.’ (Call to business)
>>2564105>What’s … going on?’ (Push the issue)
>>2564105>‘Have you spoken to Takao?’ (Personal)
>>2564110>>2564161>>2564168>>2564171GM flips the coin and ... it lands! AND LEBRON JAMES MISSES THE FINALS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN EIGHT YEARS!
‘Yeah, let’s get to work,’ you concur, not wishing to push the issue. ‘So what is it that I do here?’‘Well,’ Kiyoshimo starts, picking up small collection of files from the table before walking over and handing them for you to take a look at. ‘a lot of the things that go on here are mostly independent of the Admiralty’s authority. That means we’re the ones in charge! I mean … you’re in charge of course, sir, but we kind of cover the basics. Uh, you’re not going to go around asking if people wanna have a go at tetherball or football yourself, so we kind of … form the committee on that. Right, Hamakaze?’Hamakaze hesitates, briefly.‘All of us do, I suppose,’ she agrees, biting her lip. ‘This used to be a petition office for extra-curricular activities and requisition for … anything that didn’t drop into the scope of combat or operations. It’s a sub-let of a logistical unit, in a sense, only focused on things that aren’t … critical. It used to intersect with the maintenance unit, but since the Admiralty pulled them into a more direct line of sight with operations, the office has mostly been left to its own devices. Ooyodo, Yuubari and Nagato have headed Yokosuka’s, but, well …’‘Nagato-san’s only idea of fun is rock bands and cars,’ Kiyoshimo huffs, turning up her nose. ‘I can still hear them …’That was an amusing fact.One that you’d probably visit in the future if you had the chance.‘Anyway,’ Hamakaze starts again, refocusing the flow of the conversation, ‘what we do here is basically listen to KanMusus who want to requisition things that aren’t … standard. Luxuries aren’t what we’re particularly inclined to, but, well, it’s hard to keep a bird from pecking.’‘What kind of birds usually do the pecking, then?’‘Not much,’ Maya joins in. ‘Most of the time, it’s a request for comics, books, some basketballs and sporting equipment …’They were right. The “Facilities” part of the office label was a little bit of an artefact.‘So, basically, all I do is come in, sign off on some things and just wait for them to come in? That kind of sounds a little too … direct, don’t you think?’Maya and Hamakaze share a look. The latter proceeds to glance back at you, crossing her arms over her chest.‘You also have to make sure that we don’t start asking for too much. I don’t like to say it, but KanMusu are kinda … fickle when it comes to knowing just how much of a good thing is a good thing. A little fun’s nice, but … we’re still a para-military operation. There needs to be a rigid line that we draw between addressing what we want … and prioritizing what you need.’‘So, basically, I just stop before the complaints come in?’‘In a sense,’ Maya chuckles. ‘Hopefully before.’
>>2564282>‘Why do I have to do this again? I thought I was only meant to make sure my Division was happy?’ (Frustrated)>‘How do I know if the KanMusu are having … too much fun?’ (Confused)>‘Do we have a cost-benefit analysis of decision making processes?’ (Analytical)>‘So what’re we requisitioning for today?’ (Start)>Write-In
>>2564286>>‘So what’re we requisitioning for today?’ (Start)
>>2564286>So what’re we requisitioning for today?’ (Start)
>>2564286>‘So what’re we requisitioning for today?’ (Start)
>>2564332sorry, ignore this vote.
‘So, what’re we requisitioning today?Hamakaze moves to explain, taking a place beside you and pointing at a particular point on the form.‘There’s three separate types of requisitions. We don’t have a proper quantification, but Yuubari-san was nice enough to give a scale that we operate on. The categories are small, moderate … or considerable. Each of these has a pull and push effect based on the logistics of the request, which … well, you can get. Small requests are for requests on a personal level. They don’t boost a lot of morale or lose a lot if they’re denied, either. More importantly, they don’t usually get the psych unit or Ooyodo’s current department angry.’‘Huh?’‘The psych unit kind of wants us a little … sharper than the median,’ Maya explains, tilting her head. ‘Something something killing instinct, something something dulling the edge and something something about treating us like kids and teenagers only inhibits us or whatever it was the Shamans taught ‘em. They’re also … kinda right, I guess? That a lot of us can get distracted mentally, so you don’t want to … indulge in the masses too much. One-on-one, in your Division? You can clarify and actually keep things levelled. When you’re addressing the whole base? Too much of a good thing does apply.’You nod. ‘Right.’Hamakaze moves to continue her work.‘Moderate requests take more time to sort out … and more manpower and paperwork, so they become a little bit more tedious for the departments to sync around. They’re usually when more than just your usual bunch of KanMusu wants something … and they do provide a boost to morale, but again, you’re going to have to pull a balancing act with what you give around and what you get. Again, it’s not your Division that you’re dealing with, so if there’re any complaints, well, you know who’s going to come after you. You could probably get away with organizing two or three moderate events a week, but … anymore than that and you’re going to have a knock on your door.’‘Right. And … considerable?’‘Considerable requests are the ones that have huge affect on the logistical departments. You approval means that they’re righting themselves to sort your approval out, so if you really think that there’s a bit of a downer around the base, fulfilling a considerable request is a great way to push base morale right back up. They’re usually things like excursions or the erection of private facilities, so you have to be sure that you’re willing to take the heat and the aftermath.’‘Got it. So what do we have?’REQUESTS (DAY 59)>New baseball kits for base use (Moderate)>Kawakaze (DD) wants a pet cat (Small)>Shigure (DD) requests a movie night (Small)>Re-stock comics (Moderate)
>>2564531Basically just APPROVE or DON'T APPROVE and remember APPROVING TOO MUCH TOO SOON = PISSED OFF DEPARTMENTS.
>>2564542I'm also unsure on this mechanic on whether it needs a "time limit" on requests or should just disappear.
>>2564531>Kawakaze (DD) wants a pet cat (Small)>Shigure (DD) requests a movie night (Small)Approve these ones. Start off small, get something bigger after a while.
>>2564547This one works.
>New baseball kits for base use (Moderate)Approve>Kawakaze (DD) wants a pet cat (Small)Dont approve not sure about pets on base >Shigure (DD) requests a movie night (Small)Approve>Re-stock comics (Moderate)Dont approveWhat do you guys think? Baseball keeps em more active than comics and though its small, a pet can cause other issues
>>2564569ill support this
>>2564569I find it hard to believe no one else has a pet in the entire base.
>>2564531>New baseball kits for base use (Moderate)No>Kawakaze (DD) wants a pet cat (Small)Yes>Shigure (DD) requests a movie night (Small)Yes>Re-stock comics (Moderate)No
>>2564603Even if they do, its a little different from command *giving* you a pet. Taking in a stray might be overlooked even if its not allowed. Also, its the only request that only benefits one kanmusu, making it the least justifiable and helpful.
>>2564633I'm willing to change vote if that can be arranged.Is it possible?
>>2564636General rule is no. Its why we are supposed to discuss before locking in.
It takes about an hour—and some consultants in the form of Ooyodo’s logistical assistants who fix you with a gaze that you could only fathom as sarcastic disapproval—to fill everything out, but the whole thing seems like an honest-to-goodness blur because, well … you were more curious about Maya. She may have been a bright spot in the room, but when it came to the negotiations; the talking, justification of your decisions, it became more apparent that the both of them were, indeed, sisters. There were quirks that differentiated them, of course. Maya liked to raise her voice and stamp it down a lot more than Takao ever did … and she was more upfront than Takao ever was, but seeing her work, even in her state, spoke—in volumes—just how sisterhood worked among KanMusu. More than genetic connections or ideals …There were some things that just clicked.‘All right, Vice—I mean, Admira—no, no, Commander. We’re all done here. If there’s a notification, we’ll hand it off to your Secretary.’‘Of course.’ You nod, getting to your feet as Maya grunts with a push of her chair, trying to make her way behind a desk. ‘You sure that’s all you need?’‘Yup!’ Maya cheerfully imparts. ‘Thanks for that! Feel free to drop by to have a chat, though! Usually the only ones that come around want something from the office.’You pause.>‘Actually … I’m willing to have a small chat now, if you’d like.’ (Skip work – CONSEQUENCES IN-BOUND)>‘Will do, Maya. Take care of yourself.’ (Continue your rounds)>Write-In
>>2564693>>‘Will do, Maya. Take care of yourself.’ (Continue your rounds)
>>2564693>‘Will do, Maya. Take care of yourself.’ (Continue your rounds)
>>2564693>>‘Will do, Maya. Take care of yourself.’ (Continue your rounds)>Drop by the Dorm if you wanna have a chat or visit Takao
‘Will do, Maya. Take care of yourself.’She throws up a friendly wave …But accompanies it with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)>Review the MagiTek Requisition Approval (Compound Office, Magitek Administrator)>Standard Requisition Review (Compound Office, Requisition Staff)>Supply Unit Check>KanMusu Facilities Review>Admiralty Liaison (Main Office)>Meet with Unassigned KanMusu>District Management (Fingers's Office)
>>2564779>>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)
>>2564779>>District Management (Fingers's Office)
>>2564781 >>2564792we did that yesterday guys
here is an iverview of what we've did yesterday and todayokay we did this stuff yesterday>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)>Standard Requisition Review (Compound Office, Requisition Staff)>Admiralty Liaison (Main Office)and talked to the Admiraland we did this today>Supply Unit Check>KanMusu Facilities Review>Admiralty Liaison (Main Office)
>>2564795No you didn't. You visited Akashi. You didn't "work" with Akashi. It's the same as seeing Tenryuu. There's "seeing" Tenryuu and then there's going to her shack and checking on the stock.
>>2564779>District Management (Fingers's Office)
>>2564801ah right then, thanks bossignore that part of the overview then
break time lads
>>2564779>District Management (Fingers's Office)>Ask about his gf
>>2564920That's a social call. Not a work call.
>>2564779>Rendezvous with Akashi—Staff Assignment (Medical Unit)
When you’d entered the medical compound-within-a-compound, you didn’t have anything in mind that involved exiting said compound-within-a-compound and entering the cold air of the morn again, but … here you were. The building in front? That was fancy, clean … and tidy. What you were standing in front of was a walkway in front of what appeared to be the entrance to a bunker. Yet, this was where the staff members had directed you … and you can’t help but wonder what a fallout shelter was doing here: you’d never seen the place before. In fact, compared to the rest of HQ, which was open and professional, this part gave off a feel of a … forbidden section.From what you were told, it was merely repurposed, but …Deciding that it couldn’t be worse than what the rest of the bureaucracy threw at you, you key in the code, stepping into the empty chamber—which appeared to be an elevator of sorts, surrounded by concrete, claustrophobic walls … and smelling of salted fish. The drop isn’t far. At best, it’s only about twenty-five feet, with the eerie sound of clanging chains hitting your ears as you descend. The place was … old, and as they had said, definitely been repurposed. From what and to what wasn’t a question that you suspected would be getting much trouble asking around.Four burly guards stand as the caged door of the elevator opens, allowing you to step into a dim, foreboding catwalk. You’re eerily reminded of the facility in Haszad, stepping through the corridors into what was a high-ceilinged corridor with doors lined by hazard markers, restricting entry to all but a few. You briefly wonder if this was some sort of hi-tech facility that was off the books … and that you were being drawn into something—‘Oh, finally decided to pay a visit, aye?’You turn around to see your pink-haired attendee, this time not in her uniform … or her bikini.In fact, she was in the nude.Not that anyone cared.Not that there was anyone around to care.She was covered head-to-toe in what you surmised to be sweat, the only thing resembling clothing the pair of dark blue goggles that were around her eyes, her hands on her hips and a small smirk on her face. You’re unsure what to make of it, but you’d seen one too many naked woman to have any sort of discernible reaction to the occurrence … so you gravitate towards the only logical step forward.‘I see that you still haven’t done away with your pubic hair.’Akashi gives your shins a swift kick.It doesn’t really do anything.‘So, how do you like the place? Pretty fancy, huh?’>‘Can we just get to the crux of what I’m supposed to do here?’ (To the point)>‘You have the mad scientist thing down pat. Sealed doors, slight mist. Impressive.’ (Joke)>‘Fancy?’ (Confused)>‘How long has it been here?’ (Inquire)>Write-In
>>2566539>>‘You have the mad scientist thing down pat. Sealed doors, slight mist. Impressive.’ (Joke)
>>2566539>‘You have the mad scientist thing down pat. Sealed doors, slight mist. Impressive.’ (Joke)
To those disappointed at the lack of a session: I present to you one of the best introspective Sci-Fi films to pass the time, available on Youtube. Watch it. Enjoy it.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYfFFOtXvXU
45 minutes until session of Shipgirl Commander re-starts.
You give the place another look around. While you wouldn’t peg it as claustrophobic, it definitely had a … foreboding feel. Everything was black, grey or dull, the corridors were dimly lit and despite the very naked nature of the woman in charge … there was little in the frame of comfort among your surroundings. While you didn’t feel particularly in danger, you didn’t feel the inclination to want to spend the night here any more than you did in bear’s cave. The aesthetic was impressive, though. Having watched through one too many cheesy science fiction shows complete with the bad acting—and the occasional wink and smirk to the audience—you actually had an appreciation for what you took in; this place reeked of effort, if nothing else.‘You have the mad scientist thing down pat,’ you let out with an impressive nod, folding your hands behind your back as you gave it another appreciative glance. ‘Sealed doors, slight mist. Impressive.’Akashi snorts, rolling her eyes.Apparently it wasn’t the first time someone had dropped critique on the feel of facility.‘You’re the fourth person to say that to me,’ she replies, brushing the beads of swatting the apparent beads of sweat off the tips of her nipples. ‘It’s not as if I try to do this sort of thing, you know?’‘Never said you did,’ you counter, still looking around. It did look cool, if nothing else. ‘So this is the …’‘Specialized Medical Unit, yup.’Her bright smile and the puff of her chest almost lightens the mood out.>‘And is there a reason the head of the unit is stark naked?’ (Pointed)>‘Right, let’s get started.’ (Get to business)>‘You’re the only one around? I thought that I’m supposed to assign staff members.’ (Reference)>‘Is there a reason it … smells like salted fish?’ (Casual)>Write-In
>>2567377>‘Is there a reason it … smells like salted fish?’ (Casual)
>>2567377>>‘Is there a reason it … smells like salted fish?’ (Casual
>>2567377>‘You’re the only one around? I thought that I’m supposed to assign staff members.’ (Reference)
‘Is there a reason it smells like salted fish?’Akashi makes a face, holding up her hand and making a sound.‘Akashi?’‘It’s the charged concentration of the Fairy’s Tears,’ she admits. As if on cue, you spy a trio of fairies rolling out from one of the open doors at the end of the corridor, chirping loud enough for you to catch the sound of chatter; one of them seemed to be angry with another one, the both of them carrying what looked like a monkey wrench. ‘This is already more than enough to kill you, mind. So I wouldn’t be putting this in anyone’s drink unless it’s a hundred percent alcohol.’You get the hint.‘Just asking.’She lets out another sigh, wiping the beads off her form as a man walks out of a door behind her, not so much as sparing Akashi a glance, but giving you a nod of acknowledgement before keying in the codes to another door in the corridor and disappearing inside. She whirls around to stare at the end of the path, letting out a hum before turning on her heel and returning her attentions to you.‘The Fairy’s Tears concentration here is a lot more … potent to the usual dosage,’ Akashi imparts further, gesturing for you to follow her dripping, nude and utterly unabashed form. ‘It was meant to just be an experimental basis, but after the attack we were able to get a few more trials run … but at the same time, we also discovered that some components weren’t able to be separated from the synthesized compounds. Hence, this facility … and the smell. What you think is salted fish … is actually the compound making contact with atmospheric gasses. It took some time bringing just how bad it was down to a more manageable level.’‘So this is just … what you’re covered in?’‘Mine’s … a milder mix. This is meant to make us more battle-ready and recover our faculties enough for immediate operation, but, well … there’s only so much that you can factor in and push. You should see the ones that actually have to go through the ultra-concentrate and the full charge. It’s hard enough getting the mental part even … the pressure to their core was fucking herculean to try before this. So if you’re asking if all this is worth the smell … yes it is. We stink to high Hell to make sure that you’re alive long enough to criticize us that we stink to high Hell.’‘Akashi, I’m not—’‘I know, I know,’ she sighs, ‘you’re not here to drop a form on me. I know. I’m still getting used to some of the saturation thresholds. We don’t know how much is too much just yet, but … it’ll be enough for operations, I reckon.’Akashi takes a brief pause, tapping her chin.‘At least I hope so.’
>>2567499>‘And is there a reason the head of the unit is stark naked?’ (Pointed)>‘Right, let’s get started.’ (Get to business)>'So, that smell ... it's going to linger?' (Casual)>Write-In
>>2567499>‘Right, let’s get started.’ (Get to business)
>>2567509>>‘Right, let’s get started.’ (Get to business)
>>2567509>‘Right, let’s get started.’ (Get to business)
On a scale from silly cow to absolutely insane, how detrimental would it be to try and take a look around with our special eye?
>>2567561You can do it. But it won't do anything except show you what Akashi is about to tell you.
>>2567561We might find our brand
‘Right, let’s get started. What am I supposed to do here?’‘This is an Experimental Recovery Facility. I’d get rid of the “experimental” part but it came with the building, so we’re stuck with it,’ she grumbles, crossing her arms. ‘What this place essentially is, is a facility to hasten the repairs to KanMusu—’‘Wait, I thought you guys already did that?’ you question, frowning. ‘I mean … it only took Nagato something like a day or two to get better, right?’Akashi glares at you. You’d forgotten how much she didn’t like being interrupted.‘It takes a day or two to mostly recover from any external injuries,’ she says agreeably, crossing her arms over her bare chest. ‘When a KanMusu takes a hit, there’s a lot more to repair and regrow than just your usual shallow wounds. Organs and innards aside, there’s also recalibrating their Cores—our Cores—to make sure that everything’s back to working order. Externally, they’re the same mechanics, the same components … but after covering up the cracks, damage to the foundation still needs to be maintained. That’s what the downtime is for after mission operation. I’m not saying it’s an easy thing to re-grow … ovaries or a lung, but stressing the Core isn’t something that you want to just … try for the sake of trying. Damaging it’s one thing. Rendering it incapable of recovery, though …’‘So … this isn’t a recovery unit, then?’ You inquire further, finding yourself confused.‘It’s … a high-speed recovery unit,’ she reveal further, nodding. ‘It’s for KanMusu that you really need to be out there, regardless of how they were before. Instant fix. Instant recovery. Battle-ready states within a span of six to nine hours, twelve tops.’That actually … sounded useful.At the same time, however …‘But if it was such a casual luxury,’ you start again, ‘I wouldn’t be here getting the explanation as to the what and the why, would I?’Akashi snorts, wearing a wry half-smirk and gesturing towards one of the shut doors.‘KanMusu physiology is different from humans. We’re more durable, malleable … and more responsive to external alchemical influences than the average human being. We’re built to last … but we’re hard to piece together beyond the first few layers. The facility … hastens every part of the recovery process. Everything. The spiritual structure, the flow … it realigns at the same speed at the same time it takes to grow a new finger or a leg.’You had a feeling, however, that that wasn’t the downside.‘At what cost?’She wears a wry smirk, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and tapping the side of her head as she glanced up at you.‘Sanity.’
>>2567673>'So why would this even be an option, then?' (Outrage)>'You ... don't look insane to me.' (Innocent)>'Insanity?' (Confused)>Prompt her to continue>Write-In
>>2567679>>Prompt her to continue>always a heavy price to pay isnt there huh
>>2567679>Prompt her to continue
>>2567673>>Prompt her to continue
You nod, prompting her to continue … but otherwise staying silent.‘It’s never a first option … and we’ve rarely use it in cases where a total systems failure of the KanMusu is the only outcome by exposure, but,’ she pauses, running a hand through hair, ‘we do know that … there always needs to be a body between the shore and the Abyssals. As things have gone … it’s a miracle that this place hasn’t seen much use since the attack, but—well, let’s face it, there’s no way that you’re not going to need another body out there protecting the line. That is what this place is for.’‘And the girls just go along with it?’‘You’re sending us off to take shrapnel and get blown to smithereens and you’re getting cold feet putting any of us in these machines?’ Akashi clicks her tongue as the words leave her mouth, sounding more cruel … and upfront than you’d seen her before. ‘But if you’re really asking … it’s generally bad for morale, yes. Not as bad as flipping the Override, but I’ve observed a greater tendency to … instability with continued exposure to the process. It’s a little … safer, now, for what it’s worth, but long-term effects are … well, you know what the Hunter’s Lodge is there for.’‘So why—’‘Because the only thing that can kill an Abyssal is a KanMusu,’ Akashi declares, an echo of finality in her voice. ‘I’m doing all I can to make it a … comfortable experience, so to speak, and I think that I have things down pat, but … well, even if they don’t go insane, you’re trading in trust and morale to get their guns up by dawn. That’ll be up to you to decide, though.’She wears a defeated upturn of the lips. Not a smile, not a grin … not a smirk. It is a communication of disdain … and acceptance.‘That’s your job, after all.’There is a bitterness in her voice, a sort of … weird, insulting underline to the tone that she takes with you. One that is, oddly, also laced with sympathy. Akashi doesn’t want to be here, but she must. She does all she can to make sure her comrades do not fall … to the sea or to themselves. She knows what this place is for. It is why she puts on a brave face and covers herself in a chemical compound you lack even the most basic level of understanding in. Akashi does not want to see you here. She does not want to see her friends, her comrades, shoved into tubes and chambers to go out, their minds warped and battle the only sight beyond the horizon.But she doesn’t say it.Turning on your heel, you wave a goodbye, leaving the good doctor to continue her work.It is painful, thankless … and she knows her friends will never look at her the same way because of it.And the most she does is roll her eyes, moving back to tinker and turn.It was her job, after all.
>>25677594/4>EXECUTE TASK (Specify)>Look for KanMusu (Specify)>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)>Visit Location (Specify)>Wander>Write-In
>>2567764>>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)>Admirallets go turn our Secretary form in
All right. Cutting the session and I'll be running later in the afternoon/late-morning. Need my breakfast.
You didn’t like it.But it had to be done.You bite down and run through the cold, cold afternoon, the mid-day sun doing little more than propping itself up as a decoration over doing its actual work in distributing some much-needed warmth. You run your hands up and down your bodice, your teeth clattering with every stiff rebound from the ground to your heel. While it wasn’t what you’d call the liquefying of your bones and muscles, the cold air certainly did its job in trying to make it feel as though every step was like lifting a boot filled with water and making sure the contents didn’t spill. You wonder how long this passive-aggressive bout of weather would go along. Slightly cloudy skies and a decent glare supplemented with biting cold oceanic winds wasn’t something that you were willing to go with just yet. Or ever.The KanMusu being able to regulate their own body temperature to preference was a point of envy, especially as you watched Kawakaze practically skipping with a barrel twice her size on her shoulder, Akebono and Inazuma following right behind.‘You heard about what happened down south?’‘Another attack, huh? Straits-side?’‘Yeah. I think they lost about a hundred …’‘Two days ago …’You stop in your tracks, glancing at the trudging figures of two maintenance members, shaking their heads and wearing grim faces as they marched up the tarred road. Another attack. Another gross of souls … gone. You open your mouth to say something, but as they marched away, you realize … it wouldn’t do any good. You could offer your condolences, your regrets … but the lost would continue to be lost. This was war. War meant casualties. Casualties that you couldn’t do anything more than look at a piece of paper at strike off as numbers and names for record. It wasn’t your job to dwell on it.You’d heard it before, sitting in your apartment and letting that radio run.More ships gone. More people vanishing without a trace. Cities turning into silent ruins, cursed and feared. Maybe it had been foolish that you could think that everything would change just because you’d been in the seat for two months, but …The only thing you knew was how to fight.If nothing else … you hoped that would mean a damn by the time the sun closed its eye on this war.You knock on the door to the Admiral’s office, not bothering to wait for an answer and stepping in, closing it behind you. The warmth is more than welcome; if nothing else, the Admiral’s mobile office was insulated enough for you to actually unbutton the top of your collar.‘Oh, Commander? This a social call?’You turn to face the Admiral … who was already leaning over with his lunch on the table, its contents untouched.
>>2568173>'I'm here to turn in my Secretary assignment, sir.' (COMPLETE: AN OFFICE FOR A LADY)>'Is that a bento?' (Refer to his lunch)>'It is.' (Casual)>'Just came in to check on the state of things, sir. How're the politics going?' (Talk about the Admiralty and the Congregation)>'Just getting used to my Vice-Admiral rounds; decided to stop by to shoot the breeze, if that's all right with you?' (Talk about job dissatisfaction/satisfaction)>Write-In
>>2568178>>'I'm here to turn in my Secretary assignment, sir.' (COMPLETE: AN OFFICE FOR A LADY)
>>2568178>'I'm here to turn in my Secretary assignment, sir.' (COMPLETE: AN OFFICE FOR A LADY)
>>2568173>'I'm here to turn in my Secretary assignment, sir.' (COMPLETE: AN OFFICE FOR A LADY)
You decide to get to the point, pulling out the pad from its place underneath your armpits and marching right up to the Admiral, who raises an eyebrow at the sudden—and admittedly aggressive—notion, but otherwise says nothing. You flick a thumb through the clipped sheets of paper, finding the offending form and triumphantly—and carefully—pulling it out, setting it down on the Admiral’s table.‘Commander?’‘Yes, sir?’He fixes you with a wary gaze, turning the form around and facing it in your particular direction.‘This sheet isn’t filled out yet.’You could’ve sworn you’d—No. You’d neglected that particular detail.You’d discussed it; you’d deliberated over the pros and cons … but you’d actually neglected to pen the details of this particular assignment. The Admiral sighs, pushing his chair back and picking it up … before moving to hand it over to you.‘However, considering your enthusiasm,’ he quips dryly, ‘I believe that you’ve already named your choice?’You give a confident nod, plucking it out of his hands.‘Yes, sir.’>Iowa>Nagato>Musashi>Houshou>Kaga (UNAVAILABLE)>Houshou>Takao (Active Promise)>Nachi>Tenryuu>Murakumo>Samidare>ShigureGive a reason for your selection. Comprehensible, detailed … and concise.
>>2568226>>Takao (Active Promise)>because she is diplomatic, strong, has experience in paperwork and has the nuance for this kind of work
>>2568226>takaoshe is calm, collected, strong, has diplomaticm pepole skills and experience in this jobsshe also has nuance and is dedicated
>>2568226>Takao (Active Promise)"I've already spoken to, and chosen, Takao as my secretary. She's an diplomat/bureaucrat that that has both the experience and the confidence to work with humans of various stations. She is disciplined, loyal, takes her responsibilities very seriously, and she's very organized. She even prepared a schedule for me without even asking. I have no doubt she'll thrive in her new position."
‘Takao.’‘You’re sure about that?’‘I’m positive, sir,’ you declare, nodding. You’re sure of your decision—to that you have no regret. ‘I’ve already gone over the possible prospectus to my decision and can heartily endorse her taking the position.’You hand him the form, which he takes from you with a small nod.‘Any reason why you’re handing her role? I believe that you had Houshou as a frontrunner prior to this.’You internally wince. You did have Houshou as a frontrunner. You’d said as much. In fact, you’d been ninety-nine percent sure of your choice back then. Houshou had experience in rank, was the more emotionally-attuned of those that had made your mental shortlist and was a respected figure among the KanMusu. In her patience dealing with you, she’d practically locked her position in. You know she’d honour the position; of that you had no doubt.And yet …‘It wasn’t an easy choice, sir, but … uh, I guess I feel like I can communicate what I want to do through Takao better than I can Houshou, I guess. That’s not a knock on Houshou, though, don’t get me wrong, I … I do trust her, but Takao’s a professional through and through. I can’t trust myself not to trip up time to time, and Takao’s shown more clarity than I’ve ever done myself, frankly speaking, sir?’‘Is that what you think?’‘It’s about putting the best possible people in the places they can do their best, right? I think to that, I can actually endorse Takao. She’s a professional, patient and can probably sniff more snakes out from a hundred miles than I can in a room.’The Admiral smirks, placing the note in the outbox.‘Well, then … it’s your decision, Commander.’‘Yes, sir.’‘But you respect your decision.’‘YES, SIR!’Now all you had to do was break out the news this evening. That’d be a blast, for sure …>‘Sir, am I … a Vice-Admiral now? For real? Because I got half of the base calling me Commander and the other …’>‘Anything in the rumour mill, sir?’>‘So, who made you the bento? Mamiya?’>‘What’s the word from the Court and the Congregation? Anything big or juicy?’>‘I should go, sir. Have a good … lunch.’>Write-In
>>2568402>>‘So, who made you the bento? Mamiya?’
>>2568402>Sir, am I … a Vice-Admiral now? For real? Because I got half of the base calling me Commander and the other …’It's a reasonable question, everyone else seems confused by it too
>>2568402>‘So, who made you the bento? Mamiya?’Also ask him if his food came in yesterday.
>>2568402>‘Sir, am I … a Vice-Admiral now? For real? Because I got half of the base calling me Commander and the other …’
>>2568402>>‘So, who made you the bento? Mamiya?’>>2568450>>2568768Im not sure its a good idea though. The wording of the prompt showcases a distinct lack of confidence in ourselves and the very last thing we should be projecting. In any case we have the responsibilities of a VA. We just have to work it till we get it.
>>2568778For me its mostly about why this promotion would remain unofficial, it has nothing to do with confidence as much as the reasoning behind it.After all from what I gathered the promotion is entirely based on stream capacity. My only assumption on why it's unofficial is because the brass hates us as much as most other officials do.
>>2568402>‘So, who made you the bento? Mamiya?
>>2568803Its probably more on the brevet rank thing.An officer can be temporarily promoted into a higher position to see how they handle the additional duties and can be lowered back to the old post if they’re not up to scratch without loss of face.Also promotions probably based on who actually survived. And we did report back surviving a princess after all.
I'll be running in about half an hour.
Sorry guys. Tack on another hour. Ramadhan Ceramah still on-going.
‘So, who made the bento? Mamiya?‘Hah,’ the older man chortles, sticking his spoon in the middle of the rice, ‘no offence meant to the little lady, but when it comes to the intricacies of a detailed lunch … I’d rather leave it into the hands of someone with a little bit more delicacy. She’s a fine cook … when it comes to anything big, sloppy and with volume and content over taste. Her assistant chef made this for me. Felt a little bit nostalgic for the Missus’s dishes, so I slid a little extra details into my specs for supplies.’You overlook the contents.For the frontline, it was almost, no—borderline luxurious[/o]. Shrimp, cutlets, a side of lemon for extra zest, a sprinkle of parsley and sesame on the rise for added texture. Lettuce and tomatoes, sprinkled with dots of onion and a pinch of lime. You’d seen better presentation, of course, but for someone who had been reduced to preparing their own meals with limited time to put into how a meal looked themselves, you couldn’t help but admire the Admiral’s lunch. It was tidy, plentiful; and admittedly even a little better than anything that you could dish out on your best day.The arrangement, however, felt as though it was something a mother arranged for her eight year-old child rather than something the Admiral would ask to specification. If the man minded, however, there wasn’t a flaw that caught enough of his annoyance to bring up a response of the sort.‘Looks great,’ you comment, giving an approving nod. ‘Makes me wanna go out and grab a bite myself.’‘You can’t have any of mine, if that’s what you’re wondering,’ the Admiral warns, playfully tugging the box, before snapping his fingers. ‘Say, why don’t you go and meet up with him? I’m sure the both of you could swap some cooking tips.’>‘It’s a nice offer, sir, but he’s already putting me up for a few lessons. I think I’ve tried his patience enough.’>‘If he can make food look that good, I think I might have to hit him up for a few extra tips.’>‘It’s nice for you to suggest, but … I don’t think that I’d have the time for it, sir.’>‘Maybe we can continue this conversation another time? I … need to settle a few more things on my list.’ (Leave)>Write-In
>>2569348>>‘It’s a nice offer, sir, but he’s already putting me up for a few lessons. I think I’ve tried his patience enough.’
>>2569348>It’s a nice offer, sir, but he’s already putting me up for a few lessons. I think I’ve tried his patience enough.’
>>2569348>‘It’s a nice offer, sir, but he’s already putting me up for a few lessons. I think I’ve tried his patience enough.’
>>2569348>>‘If he can make food look that good, I think I might have to hit him up for a few extra tips.’
‘It’s a nice offer, sir, but he’s already putting me up for a few lessons as is,’ you respond, rubbing the back of your neck. ‘I think I’ve tried his patience enough.’The Admiral cocks one eyebrow, picking the spoon out of the fancy spread. ‘Oh, is that so?’‘Yes, sir.’It wasn’t much, but … considering how he and Mamiya were the only ones running one of the few haunts that were still open in town, you didn’t have it in you to pressure him for more than you already had. KanMusu didn’t need to eat. You’d been told that more times than you cared to remember … and as a person who once made meals for a living, the fact that you couldn’t damn well reconcile that particular part had felt a little … off-putting. He’d given you tips in making a decent chicken mix with a solid compound that could mostly kill you in high concentrations, but other than that one dish that you’d made … there hadn’t been much that you could say you’d been up to in the ways of the kitchen and KanMusu.Perhaps you could change that today.‘Well, it might be a little blatant, but if you’re planning on making any feasts, you can sure toss a note my way,’ says the Admiral, throwing a hopeful look. ‘No pressure, of course. It’s just been a while since I had a good meal at a table.’You hold back a small laugh, throwing him as warm a smile as you can muster.‘Haven’t been home in a while, sir?’The Admiral’s form slumps slightly at the query. For a moment, you wonder if you’d said something wrong—or worse, something deserving of a strike to the nose. He leans forward slightly, his elbows on either side of his lunch, taking off his hat and wearing a tight, neutral line as he seems to consider the question. You’d struck a nerve, apparently; the Admiral looks like someone who’d come one digit off a lottery draw, his eyes focused on the edge of his desk. There is an odd … humanistic quality to his silence, his pondering.He lays like a man that’s stuck waiting for something to move, but is unable to move himself.‘I get letters,’ he starts, ‘but I have a war to fight and, well, people have their own lives to live. I could rant about how no one wants to spend time with an old hawk like me, but I’d be a hypocrite telling them off to drag them away from their responsibilities when I can’t even push myself off the desk without wondering where my damn stapler went.’He laughs, throwing his head back and throwing a tight smile your way.‘Forget about it,’ he dismisses, waving his hand. ‘We all got responsibilities, right?’>‘If it’d please you … I can try to whip up something together for a table.’ (ACCEPT QUEST)>‘Yeah … we do.’ (DECLINE QUEST)
>>2570378>>‘If it’d please you … I can try to whip up something together for a table.’ (ACCEPT QUEST)
>>2570378>‘If it’d please you … I can try to whip up something together for a table.’ (ACCEPT QUEST)
‘If it’d please you … I can try to whip up something together for a table.’The Admiral looks up at you in surprise, before letting out a light laugh and shaking his head.‘Damn,’ he replies, shaking his head. ‘That obvious, huh?’‘Actually,’ you clear your throat as the word leaves your mouth, a little uncertain of how to proceed. Then again, you’d pretty much felt and stumbled your way through this job, so it’d be going against nature to stop winging it just because of this. ‘Well, I was actually thinking of getting some of the staff members together for us to hold a sort of dinner anyway. It’s been some time since I had my hands greasy with butter and salt; should be a good time to get things running.’‘Who do you have in mind?’‘You and the Vice-Admiral are definitely on that list, sir.’ You give a nod, wearing a coy smile. ‘Mostly because I’m not willing to risk my livelihood by telling no to either of you.’‘Ever the joker.’‘Someone’s gotta be in these times.’The older man concurs with a nod. ‘Ain’t that right?’‘Anything you’d like in particular, sir?’The Admiral pauses, stroking his chin and considering your query. Something expensive? Something heavy? Something light? Were there any allergies you would need to be aware of? Did he like more or less salt on his meals? Did he want something hearty or something spread?‘No empty chairs.’You can’t help but smile at that.‘Will do, sir.’>‘Anything in the rumour mill lately?’>‘What’s the word from the Court or the Congregation? Anything big or juicy?’>‘Sir, about my rank …’>‘Have a good one, sir.’ (Leave)>Write-In
>>2570486>>‘Anything in the rumour mill lately?’
>>2570486>‘Anything in the rumour mill lately?’
>>2570486>‘What’s the word from the Court or the Congregation? Anything big or juicy?’
‘Anything in the rumour mill lately?’‘I got a few, if you’re interested on following up on them in your free time,’ he reveals. ‘There’s a Priest trying to get a proper shelter going for the orphanage, for starters. They’ve got a few things running, but apparently without proper legal approval, they can’t leave the care of the military or the Admiralty. He’s been trying to get proper accommodation, but everything’s tied up in red tape. I offered some volunteer services, but … he’s kind of been stubborn. Something about us being emissaries of hedonism and barbarity, whatever that is.’‘I’m aware of that.’ You nod. You’d dealt with the priest before; you just weren’t aware that word of it reached all the way up to the Admiral. ‘He’s still being stubborn with that?’‘Well … considering that we deal in a belief and practice that most people who pick up a Book of Mithra would gladly burn and ship us out for, I’m not willing to bet anything’s going to be changing his mind. There’s legal action that we could undertake, but the orphanage is strictly part of a religious organization. No one wants to stir up that debate again.’‘I guess.’‘Still, if you want to do something, maybe you could go and talk to him. I think I’ve tossed everything but a proper order … and I’m not willing to ship those kids into limbo Hell, if you know what I’m getting at.’‘Right.’ You nod again, crossing your arms.‘Also,’ he continues, ‘I heard that there’s some sort of weird basketball hang going around and “taking over” parks at night. They’re not bothering anyone, but a lot of the returning townies are getting restless because according to them, they might start trouble. I’m not sure if it’s anything of interest to you, but that’s that. Personally, I think that if the Army hasn’t dealt with it, then it’s not worth our notice, either, but … brownie points are a thing and maybe you could check up on it on one of your weekends. That’s when they’re most active.’That didn’t sound too interesting, if you were being honest … but it was something to look at, you supposed.‘Basketball? Really?’‘It’s mostly at night, but, well, people are paranoid. And they claim to have never seen these folks around. If nothing else, you’ll be addressing a noise complaint.’‘Eh.’ You tilt your head left and right. You’re not sure if it was something for you to check. Maybe you could just hand it off to someone else.‘Also, another one: apparently Nagato’s been a little … on edge lately. Maybe you could pay her a visit to see if there’s anything wrong.’‘She hasn’t told me anything.’The Admiral only nods in return.For some reason, that only makes it sting a little bit more.
>>2570697>‘Sir, am I … a Vice-Admiral now? For real? Because I got half of the base calling me Commander and the other …’>‘Anything in the rumour mill, sir?’>‘What’s the word from the Court and the Congregation? Anything big or juicy?’>‘I should go, sir. Have a good … lunch.’>Write-In
>>2570699>>‘I should go, sir. Have a good … lunch.’
>>2570699>‘I should go, sir. Have a good … lunch.’
‘I should go, sir. Don't want to keep you from your meal; have a good lunch.’You tuck your files underneath your armpits, following it up with a stiff salute and the click of your heels.‘That I will, Commander.’The Admiral tucks into his meal as you turn your back to him and move to leave, throwing a last farewell to a man completely engrossed in the act of devouring his meal. The door closes behind you with a gentle tap and pull, and you release the knob to find yourself back in the embrace of autumn’s chill. The sun was completely covered by the thick clouds above now … and the slightly dark hue tells you that a pour would be coming down. Hopefully, it wouldn’t derail your errands—‘You got your raincoat?’‘You damn right I do. Always prepared!’You grumble as you walk past the two staff members giving each other enthusiastic pats on the shoulder. Some people. Really.3/4>EXECUTE TASK (Specify)>Look for KanMusu (Specify)>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)>Visit Location (Specify)>Wander>Write-In
>>2570747>EXECUTE TASK (Specify)Meet the recruits.
>>2570751We get one of the girls to accompany us and then we meet them, its always good to have the reference material on handMaybe have iowa accompany us?
>>2570759Sounds like a good idea, honestly. But iowa a good choice or houshou/nagato?
You hop off the buggy and into the gates of Teitan High. It’d been a while since you’d been here.In fact, the last time you’d been here was before you’d even been given the title of Commander. As the buggy thunders off, you step into the compound. The gates weren’t open and there wasn’t any security to see … which was odd considering that this was where the KanMusu had told you where the recruits were. You’d think that there’d be a little bit more … delicacy in handling the situation. Nonetheless, you step inside, glancing around to see if there was anyone present: no such luck. Pulling out your pad and going through the details again, you mutter the lines, making sure you had the right place.The place looked deserted.Tucking the item back under your arm, you continue your search. It would be silly to put your assumptions based on a mere glimpse of the place. You head towards the gym, humming as you looked around again: the place was deserted. There wasn’t so much as a tent or a table set up. If this was where they were huddled together, it sure didn’t look like it.The shuffling of feet catches your attention.‘You sure there’s a working water fountain here?’‘I am friggin’ positive. It worked yesterday.’‘Wait up, you two!’You turn to your right, seeing three adults—two women and a young man—marching in what appeared to be tracksuits … of a sort. They appeared to be wrapped around their bodies rather than draped over them. They were too big for their bodies. None of them were taller than you … and you certainly doubt that they were older than you, at all. They looked like they were college students, if you had to peg their age gap, more than likely freshmen or just about to exit their sophomoric years at best. The two girls hung their shoulders, frustration looking to be at the tip of their thoughts.‘Oh?’The male of group runs up to you, clutching his bottle and stopping about an arm’s length away, wearing an oddly-wide smile.‘You’re the next instructor, huh? Were you looking for us?’‘Oh, you’re the … recruits?’‘Ah,’ he gives an apologetic snicker as the two girls run to catch up to him, wearing annoyed frowns of their own. ‘Sorry, hope you don’t mind that we snuck out for a bit … no one came in to check on us and we were getting a little thirsty. Forgot to fill up, see?’He shakes his bottle for emphasis.‘You don’t have to apologize to me,’ you reply, waving a hand. ‘I’m not an Instructor.’‘Ah.’ He blinks, rubbing the back of his head. ‘Sorry, I, uh … I’m still trying to get the designations right. So you’re a … technician?’The two girls hurriedly move to join him, wearing the same scowls they had on before.>‘Commander, actually.’ (Strict)>‘So you are a recruit, then?’ (Query)>‘Don’t worry, I got lost on my first day, too.’ (Empathize)>Write-In
>>2571007>>‘Don’t worry, I got lost on my first day, too.’ (Empathize)
>>2571007>‘Don’t worry, I got lost on my first day, too.’ (Empathize)
>>2571007>‘Don’t worry, I got lost on my first day, too.’ (Empathize)And then i took an arrow to the shoulder
Testing againTesting againTesting againHopefully it works
Is it okay if I run in an hour?
>>2572262Go for it
‘Don’t worry,’ you reassure, holding out your hand, which he takes with a firm shake. ‘I had a hard time finding my way around on my first day, too. Although, my problem was probably a little bit bigger than trying to zero in on a water fountain.’He gives a hopeful glance. ‘You find one?’You shake your head. ‘No, sorry … last time I was here was in the aftermath of the Abyssal Assault. The Admiralty had this school as a sort of … emergency base while they got the compound fixed and the temp HQ set up. I thought that the kids would be back by now, to be honest. The rest of the town looks like it’s dripping in well enough.’The girl to your right flips her hair over her shoulder, scowling. ‘No offence but I don’t blame them … can’t believe that I had to drop out of college for this.’‘You didn’t drop out,’ the other girl calls out, rolling her eyes. ‘They gave you leave.’‘Same thing. Not like they’re going to expect me back after all that … this better be worth it.’The second girl, the one with the red hair and frizzy ponytails, pinches the bridge of her nose as she looks away from her friend, mumbling her frustrations to herself ‘Why would you even join up if you didn’t want to in the first place?’‘Because I like living, of course,’ the second girl replies haughtily, crossing her arms. ‘If the KanMusu fall, so do we. It’s not something that I’d sign up for if I didn’t think that we needed the manpower to help shore up the cracks. We’re down to four active Commanders. That’s not worrying to you?’‘I know, I know,’ her friend sighs, raising her hands. ‘You do complain about it a lot, though? Ain’t that right, yeah?’The young man scratches the back of his head, giving an affirmative nod. The first girl scowls, wrinkling her nose and turning her head away. Whatever your thoughts of them, it would seem that the three had a sort of rapport going on. In fact, they vaguely reminded you of how your relationship with Kasumi used to be … a lot of jabbing, a little more ribbing, some snarling and most certainly a smacked noggin or two for the season. You don’t want to use the word nostalgic, but …Maybe if you hadn’t over-thought the situation, maybe you could have had this instead of …You shake your head. No, now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past.‘So, are you here to cover for the Instructor?’ the red-haired girl cuts in, looking up at you.‘Excuse me?’‘You’re staff, right?’ She points at your uniform for emphasis. ‘Dunno the designations yet, but you probably wouldn’t even be around here with that’—she indicates your clipboard and pad—‘if you weren’t here for somethin’, huh?’Her male friend raises his hand, in hoping of pacifying her. ‘Hey …’‘Am I right?’She grins brightly at you, her eyes practically shining with the query.>Write-In
>>2572466“Well yes, you’re right on that. I did need to check on our new recruits but i’m not actually an Instructor.”Smile brightly.“It’s Commander, actually.”
>>2572466>strangely enough, im actually the commander of this base>are you the recruits?
‘Close,’ you chuckle, grabbing the clipboard and pad and stepping away with a slight shuffle, ‘I’m the Commander, actually.’You’re instantly met with three sceptical looks. The three of them look to each other, then back to you … and then back to each other … and then back to you again, before taking a step back themselves, rubbing their arms, uncertainty creeping onto their features as they look you up and down. For some reason you suddenly felt … underdressed and inadequate, despite the fact that you were faced with college kids that looked as though they could pass as your underclassmen, dressed in tracksuits and with spots on their hands. The red-haired woman coughs into her fist … and the other one steps forward, fixing you with a scrutinizing look worthy of a prospective mother-in-law surveying a suitor to her daughter.‘Eh … you don’t look like it,’ she states bluntly, squinting as she leaned barely an inch and a half from your chin. ‘Maybe … half a Commander? A third? Not a full Commander, that’s for sure.’‘O-Oi,’ the black-haired young man fretted, raising his hands in an attempt to get the spitfire of a woman to back off. ‘What are you—’‘You think so too, right?’ she inquires confidently and aggressively, glancing at her short-haired friend. ‘A little young, ain’t he?’‘What’re you saying?’ he cautions, throwing you an apologetic look. ‘Those aren’t the kind of things you just let out like that, right? Even if he is only half a—’He catches himself, wincing and turning away.>‘Don’t worry, you’re not the first person to have that opinion … and you definitely won’t be the last.’ (Humour them)>‘Like it or not, I am.’ (Strict)>‘Half a Commander?’ (Take it personally)>Write-In
>>2572573>‘Like it or not, I am.’that be enough laughing for now
>>2572573>>‘Don’t worry, you’re not the first person to have that opinion … and you definitely won’t be the last.’ (Humour them)
>>2572573>‘Don’t worry, you’re not the first person to have that opinion … and you definitely won’t be the last.’ (Humour them)
>>2572573>Write-In“Won’t be the first time i heard that.”Take off the eyepatch to clean it. To unsettle them abit.“Still, a word of friendly advise. Whatever your opinions are on other people keep them to yourselves and at the very least, be polite. This is the military and rudeness easily becomes insurbodination.”
‘Don’t worry,’ you let out with a chuckle, tilting your head. ‘You’re not the first person to have that opinion … and you’re definitely not going to be the last.’‘E-Eh? So you really are a Commander?’‘Guilty as charged,’ you answer, throwing a nod to go with your amused smile, glancing at the three youthful faces as their curious looks returned to that of the surprise they held before. The aggressive lady stares at you, wide-eyed, while her male friend lets out an impressed whistle, his gaze hovering up and down your form as if he was expecting wings or spikes to sprout from non-existent ridges. ‘And I wouldn’t be wrong in assuming that you’re the class of recruits, would I?’‘Oh? Uh … yeah, uh,’ the red-haired girl half-heartedly answers, sounding more like she was paying attention to her scrutiny of your appearance than she was interested in giving you a clear cut answer. ‘It’s not really fancy, is it? Nothing at all like the TV Show.’‘If you’re expecting me burst out with some kind of fighting aura and skate on water,’ you announce crisply, wearing a wry smile. ‘Then you’ve watched one episode too many.’I could fix—‘Shut up.’‘Huh?’‘Nothing.’ You wave it off, sparing the three of them another look. ‘Anyway, uh, I seem to have been given some misinformation, so if you folks would be able to direct me to, uh … wherever it is you’re holed up in, it’d be a favour to me. I don’t have any stark details on what or where you guys are and I’d appreciate if you’d lead the way.’‘Of course, sir!’ The red-haired girl cheerfully returns, throwing up a salute before turning on her heel. ‘Right this way!’‘Suck up,’ the dark-haired girl mutters.‘Thank you.’The four of you enter a corridor, not marching the empty stretches of white and green hallways, untouched by the bustle of human activity. In a way, it was almost eerie to be in a place that should have been sprawling and noisy with chatter and the shuffling of feet, only for the only sound to be heard to be a distant return echo as the only indication of a once-human presence being the outdated notices on the many bulletin boards on the walls … and several projectors and cut cables that had been left on the side in large coils, more than likely a remnant of the Admiralty’s brief residency.‘Hey, so, you’re a Commander, right?’You turn to the red-haired girl, who was staring up at you with bright eyes.‘I was always curious, but … the stream feedback, is that really a thing where you …’She makes a face, shaking her head left and right and stick her tongue out, her fingers wiggling perpendicular to the motion.>‘It is if you’re not trained.’ (Serious)>‘It doesn’t make your face do that, if that’s what you’re asking.’ (Joke)>‘Shouldn’t you know that by now?’ (Dismissive)>Write-In
>>2572693>‘It is if you’re not trained.’ (Serious)
>>2572693>>‘It is if you’re not trained.’ (Serious)
>>2572693>>‘It is if you’re not trained.’ (Serious)the Stream aint nothing to joke about
‘It is if you’re not trained,’ you answer seriously. ‘Stream capacity, stress limitations … they’re all inherent, but an imbalance … or even a wrong balance can trigger a chain reaction. The horror stories that you hear are true … but only if you don’t bother to attune yourself properly to your KanMusu.’‘Ah, so that’s it. isn’t it? At the end it’s all about how you and your KanMusu are of one mind and all that?’‘Yes … and no.’ Your words are adamant, stiff … and borne through experience. ‘Certain command styles dictate different outcomes. Just because you’re not on the same page in personality doesn’t mean that the process of Stream establishment—the handshaking—won’t happen. Mental toughness, discipline … a lot of intangibles key themselves into how well your mind copes with the idea of melding your mind with the KanMusus. So if you’re asking me if the feedback’s what makes you go crazy … well, I’m not going to say no. But it’s only if you’re not attuned or untrained.’The short-haired man jogs up to you, throwing a curious look.‘How do you even train yourself for that? I mean … I know they got like three-layer screening process and an interview and stuff’—you snort at that; the irony was almost palpable—‘but, how do you get that kind of mental toughness? Are they gonna pump us up with drugs or something? I mean … it’s like a psychic link—’The sound of a hard smack has you turning your head to your right, to which you see the sight of the dark-haired woman, her hand extended in the manner of a karate chop and her nose wrinkled in annoyance. Apparently she didn’t enjoy the road that he’d been taking the conversation down.‘Those aren’t the kind of questions you ask, moron.’‘Hey, it’s m—’‘Actually, it’s the same way they try to flex and build muscle,’ you explain. ‘The stress tests and the screening is to see how far they can drag your capacity out before it snaps. There’s a bunch of math and notes involved, so I ain’t going to get into that, but … when you’re hooked up to the simulations, the machine kind of tries to do its own thin when you’re doing your own thing. The Admiralty’s a little … strict when it comes to the screening process; if nothing else, the fact that you made it this far has you guaranteed no headaches at all unless they saddle you with a Battleship.’‘Yeah … it’d be stupid for me to expect a Battleship on my first go, huh?’You turn to face the young man. He actually looks … sullen. Disappointed.>‘It’s progressive. You have to warm-up before you exercise.’ (Warning)>‘You a fan of Battleship-classes?’ (Interest)>‘It would be, yes.’ (Stern)>‘Cheer up. They were desperate enough to give me Nagato on my first assignment. Maybe you’ll get yours.’ (Fanboy)>Write-In
>>2572852>‘Cheer up. They were desperate enough to give me Nagato on my first assignment. Maybe you’ll get yours.’ (Fanboy)
>>2572852>‘It’s progressive. You have to warm-up before you exercise.’ (Warning)“And i think everyone involved would prefer not to kill you on your first day. Besides, do well enough and you will definitely be assigned one. Think of it as a goal to work towards.”
>>2572852>>‘It’s progressive. You have to warm-up before you exercise.’ (Warning)>my case is an extreme outlier cause of the situation that we are in
Be running in (hopefully) an hour. Happy breaking fast to those over the world! And remember: we strike at dawn.
‘It’s a progressive ladder,’ you impart, a timbre of warning rumbling through your throat in emphasis. ‘You have to warm-up before you exercise, you have to start light before you go heavy. No moron on this planet would risk a resource for an immediate gain … especially when Stream-capable individuals area luxury. If you live long enough, get your numbers up … maybe you’ll be able to get there, but no one’s going to saddle you with a high-tier KanMusu who can break you brain in five pieces without the proper training.’‘Yeah, it’d be stupid, huh?’You nod.It wasn’t that it was stupid, but a higher carrying capacity had more risk than anyone would be willing to put a new recruit with, especially considering that this new batch was the first since the massacre of the prospectus of all three bases. Aside from you (and perhaps the Vice-Admiral, but you weren’t going to ask him unless he spoke first) there wasn’t anyone else to your knowledge that held both the rank of Commander and held a battalion that could fit more in line with a lower-tier Admiral or the average Vice-Admiral’s capacity. If you were being frank, you don’t think you’d want to sit any of the recruits with that kind of responsibility on Day One.But that, you fear, wouldn’t be for you to decide.If it could happen to you, then …‘Take it one step at a time,’ you advise, the red-haired skipping a few steps ahead and gesturing towards a room with the label “Audio Visual 3” on the sign. That was probably where it was going to be held. ‘Follow protocol, don’t piss anyone off that you know is going to make your life Hell … and trust your Division and your team. As far the philosophy of combat goes, you’re going to be following their lead more than they’re going to be following yours. They’ve been out there for longer than any of us have, so it doesn’t matter if she’s a Destroyer or a Heavy Cruiser. You’re going to be learning and fighting at the same time … if you ever get out there on assignment.’The red-haired girl opens the door, gesturing you inside. You bid her a gentle thanks, entering to find … a more diverse second half to the three college-age students that had guided you here, each and every one of them in the similar-looking jumpsuit.There was an elderly man who looked as though he was the king of whatever festivities was around the corner, looking jolly and full … very full. And you’d thought you were overweight. In another chair was a rail-thin bespectacled man with an unkempt goatee, probably only a little older than you, looking around with a squint despite the thick glasses he wore. There was also a mature—but admittedly attractive—woman somewhere past her thirties, her hands folded over the table, sitting beside an elderly lady with more wrinkles and craters than you’d seen before.‘Good afternoon,’ you greet.None of them answer.>Write-In
>>2573401how about>Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for your courage in stepping up to the challenge.
>>2573412I am honestly thankful that you didn't vote to fire a gun in the air and perpetuate that idiotic in-joke invasion.
‘Welcome, ladies and gentle—’The elderly lady raises a shaking hand, wearing a smile that you are instantly unable to throw an authoritative glare at. By appearance, she was probably as old as the First Admiral, but very much of a shorter stature and a slightly more bent build. In fact, you wonder if she actually belonged here. She didn’t seem to even have the strength to stand on her own, if the walking stick on the side was any indication on her physical abilities. You approach her, leaning over and smiling, trying your best to not sound too disrespectful.‘Yes, ma’am?’‘Excuse me, young man, I’m sorry to ask, but I’m a little old, see … and I’m wondering if it would be raining right now?’Raining? It was cloudy, but …‘Um, no,’ you answer, frowning at the query. That was an odd first impression. ‘I … I don’t think so. It’s cloudy, though.’She lets out a sigh, shaking her head. ‘Oh dear, I hope I can reach my quarters in time. Should’ve listened to my knee-quakes instead of doing the laundry today.’‘Uh … right.’You turn to the rest of the room, now feeling a little bristled by that query. The three college-aged recruits take a seat in their chairs, the dark-haired girl rubbing her lips and cursing. Their eyes are on you again … and you immediately step to the middle of the room, trying to find your pace. You don’t know how much cowing to the old lady’s demands had cost you in points, but you were unwilling to dwell on it.‘Right.’ You clear your throat, throwing a stern gaze. ‘I’m the Commander of the First Operations Division. I’ve been on the job for the last two months and—’‘E-Excuse me, what do you mean by two months?’You turn your gaze to the mature woman, staring at you with wide—and slightly fearful—eyes.‘I mean that that I’ve only been assigned to this post for the last two months.’The jaw of the dark-haired girl slackens, before shutting up and taking a stony, hesitant quality. The young man from before places his elbows on the table, staring at you with an aura of interest. It was nice to know that one person didn’t think your tenure mattered. Clearing your throat, you clap your hands and take a step closer to the rest of the class. You were here to scrutinize them. Not the other way around.‘Are you the only Commander on this base?’ the elderly, portly man inquires. His voice sounded neither malicious nor condescending; it was an inquiry. ‘I know that there’s an Admiral and a Vice-Admiral … but are you … really the only one left?’‘There are other Commanders on other bases,’ you nod. ‘However, I am the only one posted here.’‘W-Wait a minute,’ the rail-thin man stands, raising a hand. ‘The Admiralty told us that … that the borders were secure. Are they …’You close your eyes, wondering how it’d descended into this in the opening five minutes.>Write-In
>>2573598>that is why we have brought you here, to make our land our pepole, all of humanity, safebut before that, we will give you the best raining we have, and my expeirience>do not worry, you and the borders are in safehands
>>2573598"Secure" in military jargon means there's no imminent threat. As you all know, the ocean is rife with abyssals.That's why you're here. To help us ensure safety of the people further inland, and to help us take the seas back.
>>2573598>>2573681Yeah lets go for this
‘The borders are secure,’ you reassure, your voice clear and concise. ‘There are stragglers and raiding parties, but for the most part, we’ve got some semblance of a partition that separates us and them. There is no imminent threat—and even if there is, I can guarantee you that my team will intercept any and all threats short of a full raiding party.’‘Is that what you told the last bunch that came through here?’ The bespectacled, thin man questions with a dab of arrogance, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair as the shadow of a scowl began to show upon his features.‘I am the last bunch that came through here.’He looks away, clicking his tongue but otherwise silent. The tension of the room was still heavy, but … for some reason, you felt a certain redirection to the flow. The woman from before gets to her feet, rubbing her chin and biting her lip … before parting them, a question finally coming to mind.‘The Instructor from before … said that we’re the only ones that made it through the screening process. Do you … no, that’s wrong; I mean … I’m a single mother. My boyfriend died before my son was born and I don’t have anything to offer except what they said I could give. I’m not a fighter and I’m still waiting for the results of my professional teaching degree.’‘Your point?’She gestures to the whole class.‘My point is … are we really what you want out there?’‘Speak for yourself, lady! KanMusu are fine!’ the bespectacled man howls, getting a wry chuckle from the portly man in front.The woman hisses through gritted teeth.‘I joined at a recruiting booth on a whim,’ she explains, ‘and … frankly, I don’t know what I’m in for. All I know about the Admiralty, everything about the KanMusu … I know through my son. My question is, sir, is that … I want to know what you honestly believe that we can bring? We … know that there’s a process, some kind of mental connection, but … I’m sorry to say, but I don’t know anything about fighting and frankly, if it weren’t for my boyfriend, I wouldn’t even know what a wargame would be. But the Instructor tells me that I’ll have a purpose and that I can bring something, but frankly … seeing everything now, I have to wonder if it’s not just talk.’‘You want to know if you have a use, huh?’‘I want to know what my use is. If a professional teaching degree’s at all useful here, I’ll be happy to give my life and sanity, but … I just want to understand what we’re really here for.’She wears an apologetic smile.‘Preferably, without the smokes and mirrors?’
>>2574244>'The KanMusu practically handle themselves. What you're essentially acting as is a ... anchor of sorts. A grounding point.' (Specific)>'You can call yourself a battery, I guess.' (Dismissive)>'The KanMusu require Stream to unlock their full potential. Certain individuals have that in greater capacities than the average human. You're here because you're the safest bet for operations. (Direct)>'The Instructor will brief you on that. Not my place.' (Leave)>Write-In
>>2574255>>'The KanMusu practically handle themselves. What you're essentially acting as is a ... anchor of sorts. A grounding point.' (Specific)
>>2574255>'The KanMusu practically handle themselves. What you're essentially acting as is a ... anchor of sorts. A grounding point.' (Specific)
>>2574255>>'The KanMusu require Stream to unlock their full potential. Certain individuals have that in greater capacities than the average human. You're here because you're the safest bet for operations. (Direct)
>>2574255>'The KanMusu require Stream to unlock their full potential. Certain individuals have that in greater capacities than the average human. You're here because you're the safest bet for operations. (Direct)
‘The KanMusu practically handle themselves,’ you explain. ‘What you’re essentially acting as … is a grounding point of sorts. An anchor on simpler terms. You read the enemy positions, you put up suggestions and they’ll follow. The feedback effect of the KanMusu gives you a heightened sense of your surroundings and will allow you to adapt to their pace … and I emphasize pace. KanMusu think fast and you’re going to spend the first few weeks of your crash course adjusting your brain and perception so that it snaps back like a rubber band. The Stream’s the—for lack of better phrasing—source of their power. The more in tune you are, the better they fight. The better they fight, the higher the chances they have at keeping the Abyssals at an arms length. In addition to that …’You throw a smirk up as you smack the table with the open palm of your prosthetic.‘You’re also going to be the practical version of the grounding point: KanMusu under your command operate under your whims. You’re expected not to abuse any power or to do any sort of thing that you’d be uncomfortable with yourself … but at the same time, they’re … well, they’re not immortal. You’re going to have to act as their confidants. Their advisors … more than a field general or a battlefield commander, I think that’s where the bulk of your responsibilities are going to—’‘I’m sorry to interrupt, but,’ the portly, elderly gentleman cuts in, ‘wouldn’t it be … more adequate for psychological experts to actually have a hand in this?’A sense of … deja vu seems to come over you at the question.You remember one such man, somewhere in his mid-thirties at least, raising a hand and keying in his own opinion on the state of KanMusu. Mental health was a hotly-debated topic, especially when there were academics saying that they were nothing more than behavioural simulacrum given an outlet against the mysticism of the Shamans who did summon them. The only common ground that you remember being found from that was the agreement that neither considered the KanMusu … mortals in the most common sense of the word.Calling yourself a babysitter for a talking scarecrow, though … you weren’t going to step there.‘There are psychological buffers and caretakers on base,’ you recant, practically from the first week of your arrival. ‘However, you are still expected to perform what’s essentially the crux of the responsibility in ensuring the continued well-being of your Squadron. Your Instructor should have covered this with you.’There’s silence again.Maybe you shouldn’t have said that last one with such an aggressive tone.‘If that’s all … good luck. Let’s hope you make it through the interviews.’‘Interviews?’You wear a crooked smile as you step out of the room, stretching your arms overhead.
>>25747722/4>EXECUTE TASK (Specify)>Look for KanMusu (Specify)>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)>Visit Location (Specify)>Wander>Write-In
>>2574777>EXECUTE TASK (Specify)Kasumi’s quest
>>2574777>>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)>Kasumiim guessing this is what she falls undercorrect me if im wrong
>>2574777>Seek out Officers/Staff (kasumi)here we go
>>2574788either this guys right or im rightone of the twoeither way im voting for checkin up on Kasumi
>>2574788>>2574792>>2574794>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/editGuys, seriously, why do I even have to go through the trouble writing this up if you won't even reference it? The Quest Name is even the first one on the list.
>>2574877fuck we're retardedapologizes boss, apparently none of us can fuckin read
>>2574877>>2574938But it's not wrong.
QUEST INITIATED: THE BATTLESHIPS AND THE BEESThe buggy is kind enough to enter the compound and head up the tarmac, dropping you right in front of the medical compound. As you jump out, you come to witness the unfamiliar sight of a frazzled old friend, her stack of papers held tightly to her chest and her trainers scraping against the tarmac with every step she makes towards you. On any other occasion, you would have thrown your head back and laughed at her expense—in fact, if this was in your last years of high school, you’d be wearing a great big smirk right now.‘Where’ve you been?’ Kasumi calls out, sounding more than just a little distressed. As you open your mouth to reply, however, you find yourself suddenly a mere inch from the skin of her forehead, barely missing your nose in the motion. ‘I already have everything planned out and I asked everyone to find you and … where’ve you been?’‘Doing my job?’ You answer coolly, raising your own considerable bindings … which were, luckily, able to be lifted parallel to your head with one hand. You don’t think you could’ve managed without the increased conditioning you’d been through the last few months, if you were being totally frank. ‘May I remind you that I actually do have responsibilities that involve the continued survival of humanity?’She opens her mouth, as if to retort … before immediately closing it and slumping her shoulders.‘I’m sorry, I’m … I’ve been stressed since they arranged the first meeting, I’m …’She bumps her head into your chest, a small whine escaping from her throat.‘I think I’ll just go back home. Being a waitress wasn’t that bad …’>Write-In
>>2575278>Come now Kasumi, you came this far and the finish line is in sight, you just need to keep pushingsomething along these lines maybethis is just a suggestion, not a write in
>>2575313come on lads, any other write ins would be nice to seeleast it would give me more of an idea to work with
>>2575278>>Write-In"But you already did all that work preparing. Come on Kasumi, we worked through the night and now you just need to kick down that door a little bit more. Walk with me just that bit further?"
>>2575278>>Write-Inyou worked behind the counter for a bit and know that being a waitress is much harder than it looks, besides, does she want to put all that effort down to waste?especially when its shown that she does have what it takes to be here?does she want to prove the falsehoods of what that doctor are claiming are true? does she not want to prove them all wrong and not only continue in her dream but achieve it in spades?nows not the time for quitting, now is the time for grinding/doingBELIEVE IN ME WHO BELIEVES IN YOU
>>2575368better than minesupportin
Running in about an hour.
‘Hey,’ you sternly call her out, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her away. She’s strangely limp, as if she’d topple without so much as a puff of air. ‘I know that it’s more than just a little bit to take in … but if you run back now, you’re never going to forgive yourself. Even if you … fail, even if Akashi thinks what we do today is inadequate and you really do have to go back to being a waitress and you gotta wake up in twenty years making coffee for some lawyer or cop … I can actually guarantee you that that isn’t going to hit you even half as hard as you wondering about the what-ifs.’‘I … I know,’ Kasumi concedes, slight hesitancy in her voice. The wind begins to pick up, but for some reason, you don’t feel it; you’re too focused on Kasumi’s form, holding the sheets of paper and plastic close to her chest and looking very … small. ‘It’s just jitters, I guess. I’ve been going over everything in the presentation and the files over and over again and I … I can’t find anything technically wrong, but … well, it’s hard to make a point when …’‘I know.’You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.‘But whether you like it or not, what’s done is done,’ you state firmly. ‘You have report … you got me and you have … about an hour to decide where you want to take this. I’m with you every step of the way, so … that’s about … the loss of home field advantage and 3 games left in a series?’Despite the gravity of the situation, you’re actually pretty damn proud of that analogy.She wears a weak smile in return, glancing at the closed doors before looking back to you.‘I suppose that it’d be too late for me to go back to offering titjobs and cum-swallowing in return for a scholarship, huh?’‘Fifty years too late,’ you declare with authority, unfazed (and much too used to the topic to even care), taking her hand in yours and giving her a light tug as you take a step. ‘Come on.’Kasumi lets out another snort, shaking her head … and following your lead.‘It’d be a miracle if we get through this … I’m not exactly known for being ambassadorial.’Your shoulder twitches slightly, the words bringing forth a memory that you’d really rather not have to endure again.‘Kasumi, if I can fight for humanity and key myself in as a part-time tactician, you can most definitely talk to people.’Annoyingly, she seems to perk up at the comparison.Women.Barely a minute passes before you’re at the reception of a lightly-populated medical facility, Kasumi putting on her game face as she hands you your duplicate of the files. It was show time.‘All right,’ she begins, ‘do we … place a sequence review on our own or do we ask Miss Akashi how she specifically wants it done?’
>>2577468>‘We ask Akashi. She should be around here … I think.’ (Ask Akashi)>‘No. She trusted us—she trusted you. It’s your call.’ (Make an Independent Decision)*You will be tallied on your total approach. Fall below a certain threshold and Kasumi will not have enough points to make the cut.
>>2577489>‘We ask Akashi. She should be around here … I think.’ (Ask Akashi)
>>2577489alright i got some ideas has to what the idea behind this trial is>Akashi wants to KNOW that she can trust Kasumi to do the job right and not give too much leverage to the instituteslets start throwing ideas out here
>>2577546akashi cannnot talk much to people
I'll give you guys another 20 minutes to see how many of you make the right choice and not lose points.
>>2577489>>‘No. She trusted us—she trusted you. It’s your call.’ (Make an Independent Decision)
just posting something that might help us through this test
>>2577489>‘No. She trusted us—she trusted you. It’s your call.’ (Make an Independent Decision)
>>2577489>>>‘No. She trusted us—she trusted you. It’s your call.’ (Make an Independent Decision)Akashi wants to see if Kasumi can stand on her own two feet and make the right choices
You move to discourage her. ‘No.’ The last thing Akashi would want after already assigning a task was to be asked twice. If nothing else, that much you were sure of. ‘She trusted us—she trusted you. You’re going to have to be the one to make this call.’She gives an uncertain nod … and follows it up with a firm, confident one.‘All right … all right,’ she mutters under her breath, taking out folders and sorting through them with a shocking turn of agility. While she didn’t look entirely confident, you couldn’t very well say that she lacked it either; fear, nervousness, it was practically carved into the corners of her eyes and in the crevasse of her frown. ‘There are three representatives: The Unity Medical Research Center, Kurosaki and Yumedan. Each and every one of them have what they want out of the joint research program and my—our—job is to make sure they stay with the program but at the same time, get them all … on the same page.’‘So is this a group meeting or …’‘It’s a one-on-one with each and … every one of the research programs. I don’t get most of the technical details, but apparently what we’re trying to keep them to is the surface of the research and development of the Admiralty. That’s what Akashi says they want … and it’s what she wants us to keep them to.’You sigh as you pick up the piece of paper, going over the notes. She’d been meticulous in her preparation, if nothing else.‘All right, I think we should …’>‘Get the Kurosaki Representative out of the way. You know him best, anyway.’>‘Talk to the Unity Representative first. They’re big money, right?’>‘Go with Yumedan first. He seems friendly enough to be reasonable … and he seemed a pretty chill guy to talk with.’*Choosing the right sequence will give more options. While you don't necessarily fail, you might garner more points with the extra options. HINT: Kasumi's sense of confidence is a little rattled. Maybe you can build it up?
>>2577787lets Kurosaki 2nd or last, so we can build Kasumis confidence up
>>2577796Yumedan first then?
>>2577796yumedan then unity and we end it with a bang on kurosaki
>>2577787>>‘Go with Yumedan first. He seems friendly enough to be reasonable … and he seemed a pretty chill guy to talk with.’start withe easy one then
>>2577787>‘Go with Yumedan first. He seems friendly enough to be reasonable … and he seemed a pretty chill guy to talk with.’
>>2577841>‘Go with Yumedan first. He seems friendly enough to be reasonable … and he seemed a pretty chill guy to talk with.’>>2577841>easycome now anonthe place that the GL was at before is probably anything butwe'll just have to read carefully then
‘We should go with the Yumedan representative first,’ you rationalize. ‘He seems friendly enough to give us a reasonable turn. I thought he was pretty chill, myself?’Kasumi sighs. ‘I hope you’re right.’SELECTED!
It’s honestly hard to believe that you’d been in the office for ten minutes. Personally, it’d felt like five hours. One table, one light … and not nearly fucking enough mileage from the heater on the side.‘Like I said,’ the representative repeats for what appears to be the sixth time, ‘we’re only willing to operate on the basis that we’re given as much access as all the other programs. At the same time, we’re offering a generous enough sum into this that we think that there should be a proper rate of return on the manpower and funds we’re putting in ourselves. I don’t lay the roadwork … I’m only here to carry over the terms, and frankly, I don’t see why there’s any logic at having us cut off said roadwork just because the terms are too broad to specify.’‘Drug testing and experimental procedure fall under the specifics that you have deigned necessary,’ Kasumi infers, pointing to one complicated stack of paragraphs. ‘However, if there’s a hiccup under the details, then it’s Yumedan’s insistence at pushing forward the motion of joint-exclusivity in regards to experimental Ma-MagiTek …’She stutters that last bit.‘I can’t say that I’m fully into the legal know-how of the affair, but … I do understand ethics in medicine,’ she continues. ‘And the technicalities that would open the way for a monopoly to any and all medicinal advances. You’re putting a foot in the market, aren’t you?’The representative lets out a light hum, pushing his chair back. There appeared to be a grain of ire in his eye … or respect. You’re unsure which one was which, if you were honest … but he did appear to be considering the question.At least, you hope he was.>Take Over>‘You might want to ease on the accusations, Kasumi.’ (Advise her to take it down a notch)>‘Keep pushing him.’ (Advise her to push him more)>Conclude>Write-In
>>2578087>‘Keep pushing him.’ (Advise her to push him more)
>>2578087>>‘Keep pushing him.’ (Advise her to push him more)
>>2578087>>‘Keep pushing him.’ (Advise her to push him more)time to roll the dice i guess
>>2578087>‘Keep pushing him.’ (Advise her to push him more)May as well since you guys did raise some good points
>>2578238>>2578273>>2578280>>2578286-BUZZ- Wrong pick.Why was it wrong?HINT: "You’re putting a foot in the market, aren’t you?">She takes too aggressive a tone with him. This is basically accusing the man of trying to use the connections to floor the market. Kasumi may be right or wrong, but it's never a good thing to accuse someone's passion by boiling it down to a priority towards making money.
>>2578330>>She takes too aggressive a tone with him. This is basically accusing the man of trying to use the connections to floor the market. Kasumi may be right or wrong, but it's never a good thing to accuse someone's passion by boiling it down to a priority towards making money.But what if his passion is making money?
>>2578411looking back on our interactions with him, i dont believe that to be the case
‘Keep pushing him,’ you whisper into her ear.Kasumi gives an uncertain nod before taking a step forward. ‘The fact that you’ve put this proposition forward clearly states your intent to—’‘To allow for every financial asset be made apparent for reasons of transparency,’ he emphasizes coolly. Kasumi stops dead in her accusation; the man now had clear control of the situation, glancing to you with a frown … then back to Kasumi again before dragging his chair back in. ‘I’m not here to argue what your stance. I’m telling you to understand ours. The allocation of the department is made in confidence; there is no intent to immediately buy out outside of the usual grant trickle we’re expecting. Following that assumption of yours, I believe that I have to defend myself and reinforce my position: that regardless of what you see, I am being transparent with my intentions.’‘You’re also asking one too many sections to be put under joint-management; even if you ask, you’re not going to get it up front,’ you rationalize, moving to support Kasumi. You’d read him wrong on that take. ‘How are we being fair in terms of transparency with the other joint partners?’‘I can’t tell you how to do your work, Commander,’ he says agreeably, giving a nod. ‘I can only tell you that that’s what I wish to put on the table; if you’re going to assume the worst out of it, that is, again, on you.’‘The drug processing and research unit can’t be under the same umbrella,’ Kasumi cuts in, aggressive again. ‘It’d be tantamount to an autonomous unit. What we have is—’She cuts herself off, sparing you a glance.>Take Over>‘Break it to him gently, don’t want him to snap.’ (Tell her to do it vaguely, discretely)>‘Keep pushing; we’re not in the wrong here.’ (Push forward)>‘Give him the facts. No use hiding; just make it clear what we have and what they’re asking doesn’t reconcile.’ (Factual)>Conclude>Write-In
>>2578636>‘Give him the facts. No use hiding; just make it clear what we have and what they’re asking doesn’t reconcile.’ (Factual)
>>2578636>>‘Give him the facts. No use hiding; just make it clear what we have and what they’re asking doesn’t reconcile.’ (Factual)
‘Give it straight, Miss Consultant.’You spare the man an amused glance, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.‘There’s no point in keeping each other shrouded, right?’ You shoot across the table, wearing as disarming a smile as you can muster. ‘I’m no good with terminology, but I think it’d be best for us to come to a mutual understanding if we can’t come to a compromise … isn’t that right?’‘If it passes by the accountants, then anything goes,’ the representative returns curtly, turning his attentions to Kasumi. ‘Why does the autonomy concern you so much, then?’‘Because the Admiralty is still a paramilitary organization, in essence,’ Kasumi replies, not missing a beat. ‘Regardless of the data from the propositions, precedents have been set on the ethical basis regarding the amalgamation of medical research and continued partnership. After Zuluva, sir, there can’t be anything tying the Taiyouga government to that precedent … private or public.’He raises an eyebrow.‘You’re suggesting we don’t have a sense of restraint?’‘Regardless of restraint, medical science has been the subject of scrutiny for at least the last few decades,’ she continues, ‘and we’re not so much as trying to keep you from making a profit, but we have to keep things transparent in accordance with the laws. Even if we don’t break them, keeping the smokescreen and reaching this sort of exclusivity doesn’t just ask questions of progression. As participants, keeping everything on the surface is paramount.’The man fixes her with a neutral gaze.‘The Admiralty has also been operating in relative secrecy. If we’re talking precedent, then there’s already been a violation from the get-go.’She hesitates, appearing to make an attempt at gathering her thoughts.>‘You can do this …’ (Let Kasumi finish it on her terms)>Try to nudge her>Do it yourself>Write-In
>>2581330we do have to take into account the fact that medical science in Taiyouga undergoes heavy scrutiny cause of shit in the pastmainly causing a Zombie apocalypse in Zuluva
>>2581330Lots of talking currently in the discord.
>>2581302>‘You can do this …’ (Let Kasumi finish it on her terms)Her arguements seem to be in a good spot and the dudes a reasonable fella. I’m sure both sides can come to a compromise if we properly explain all our positions and misgivings.
>>2581302>‘You can do this …’ (Let Kasumi finish it on her terms)
>>2581302>>‘You can do this …’ (Let Kasumi finish it on her terms)
Your voice isn’t even a whisper. You’re not even sure if it’s a thought.‘You can do this.’Were you a hypocrite even mentioning that?‘It’s because … due cause wasn’t established yet,’ Kasumi starts. ‘I’m not … an expert on the law, nor am I a proper biochemical consultant in the legal sense, but I know how power works. You may not see this as a power grab, but how many people out there can you trust to make this a call based on the potential benefit and not … just a market for drugs and experimental treatment avenues? I won’t … say that I’m more qualified than you are, sir, but I do know that the worst atrocities always started with the best intentions?’He narrows his eyes. ‘Are you comparing us to—’‘Of course not!’ Kasumi calls out. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea—the man, however, seemed to be amused by her outburst. ‘But there’s a reason that the Admiralty put these in a place … and as some who knows how the industry actually turns its books, I can heartily endorse, regardless of my position. The Admiralty isn’t interested in any utopian society dictated on terms, but we do know that we wouldn’t just as readily put something out without having a progressive system first.’‘Is this a denial of a proposition, then?’‘It is,’ she confirms, nodding, ‘but it’s also an assurance that we won’t be taking any sides on this. Miss Akashi has made it clear that she only wants to work with the institutions and help give back something, just like you are. If you think that we’re being unfair, then—’‘It’s fine,’ he sighs. ‘I’ll drop the sheets in. We’ll keep to our side for now, but …’‘But?’He gives a thoughtful hum, stroking his chin.‘Would you happen to be single?’Were you a hypocrite?>‘She’s … taken. Very … taken. I think. Maybe. Yes.’ (Opportunity comes, once in a lifetime, you better)>‘Is this really the time to be asking that, sir?’ (Unamused)>Stay Silent>Write-In
>>2581464>‘She’s … taken. Very … taken. I think. Maybe. Yes.’ (Opportunity comes, once in a lifetime, you better)
‘I’m sorry, sir, but, uh … she’s taken,’ you start, getting to your feet and wearing an upturn of the lips that wasn’t so much a smile as it was an attempt by your very own facial muscles to keep you from stumbling over your words. ‘I, uh … think? Maybe? Yes. Yes.’So were you a hypocrite, then?Yes, you were. Very, very, much.Kasumi stares at you with a look that promised words. The representative stares at your poor excuse of an intervention, his sharp features showing little to change at the second denial of the last five minutes. At the back of your head, you can see the wide brim of your tenant’s hat, wiggling left and right in disapproval as reclined upon the cushions of the couch. There’s silence for a good ten seconds as the both of them assess you.You didn’t just want the ground to come up and consume you, meat and bone. You wanted your atoms to be spread so far across the cosmos that no chance of consciousness could come into being ever again.The door closes with a dull thud, the representative absent … and you look up to see the cocked eyebrow and barely-restrained smugness of the woman you had once called your best friend, her hands folded under her breasts and her hair falling in attractive strands in front of her eyes. You knew you weren’t getting away with it. You’d sealed your fate by being that shield and jumping sandals-first into that pond of bait.Maybe Mithra had some mercy and would strike you with lightning.‘So …’Oh, how cruel God could be.>Write-In
>>2581577>Write-In“I...i guess i should have asked first?”
>>2581577>yea, guess some feelings never fade huh no matter how much time has past huh
>>2581658Sorry, just got back. What's this trying to convey? I'm not getting the intent.'
>>2581742guess im trying to say the feelings we felt for her in the past that we never could tell her after the Incident that split our friendship
Opportunity comes, once in a lifetime, you betterWas the option chosen, the things that were never said, the things that may have happened, all of them are now an option that can be taken.I highly doubt cmdr only had platonic feelings for her back then and given all the choices and actions taken ever since their reunion, this was the logical conclusion to it
Basically you had a crush on her but you didnt want to ruin the great friendship you had, until you did.Having feelings for her was the deep dark secret thst you kept to yourself because you know it wouldnt just work out and you treasured more the friendship you had now and not the potential love you had that was likely to have failed epically if you confessedBut with the recent events that happened have shown that maybe you had a chance and if you didnt do stuff then it would be the second time you let the oppurtubity pass
>>2581769ill go with thismuch more clear than mine
You’d thought that some things would have been lost to the wind over time.You’d attempted a fresh start so frequently that you wondered if there was really anything that wasn’t hollow to look back on … and now, of all times, in the most awkward, cringe-inducing and thoroughly inappropriate way, you’re transported back to that day running back from school alongside a certain friend … and having your hand accidentally grab at what could only be your first and only time making intimate (and unintentional) contact with a woman. You hadn’t done it on purpose. That was some thing you wanted to emphasize. Something that you told yourself to keep the reassurance that as bad as things went, you weren’t about to be that creep who snuck glances at giggled to himself.How her hair grew that extra inch.How she became a little … fuller in the corners.How her smile became that little bit more coy, how her eyes danced a little more wildly.She’d teased you about it, of course. There was no way that she would let the new weaponry she’d accumulated with the onset of puberty misfire or stay in the armoury.But it hadn’t amounted to anything.Except, of course, when it finally … did.Peering at the slightly older form of that same woman, you find yourself wondering just how in the world your teenaged self managed to hold those snipes and buckets without so much as a blink … or if you were just really so repressed that even the merest thought of Kasumi as a sexual object would even—‘Taken?’You groan into your palm again.‘No, I … that’s not what I—’‘So what did you mean?’‘I’m just trying to—‘‘Protect me?’You could do with a snarl. A sarcastic quip. You weren’t, however, prepared for the hurt in her voice as she looked down, a look between betrayal and uncertainty burning in the light of her eyes. Kasumi looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here … and frankly, you don’t blame her. You wanted to be out of here too.‘You know there’s no right answer to that question.’‘Then give me the honest one,’ she presses, thinning her lips. She was confused, lost … amazing what one stutter could do in the space of five minutes.‘I have had a crush on you since I was fifteen years old.’That was easy.Surprisingly—‘Ho?’And all in a moment, everything changes.The uncertainty is gone. Your embarrassment … disappears with the arrival of a looming Kasumi, her lips curled in a dangerously loose smile as her feet shuffled along the floor, her locks flopping with the quick motion of her bodice, a mischievous hum escaping her in the closing of the distance.‘K-Kasumi?’‘Yes?’You can see the whites of her teeth.
>>2581822>'Can we get back to work? Please?' (Quite Pathetic)>'Kasumi, I'm still your superior!' (Maybe Not That Pathetic)>'I don't really care anymore. Do what you will with that.' (Kinda Pathetic)>'I also wondered if you'd feel the same way if I lost weight ..' (Please Don't Choose This One)>'Life either has a cruel sense of humor, or karma is really just the way things work.' (Philosophical. Stupid, but Philosophical)>Write-In
>>2581827>'I also wondered if you'd feel the same way if I lost weight ..' (Please Don't Choose This One)
>>2581827>Write-In“Did the me back then even had a chance with you if he went and confessed?”
>>2581849fuck it, going for this
‘Please be gentle.’Kasumi laughs, throwing her head back and flipping her hair over her shoulder. You squirm in your seat, grumbling uncomfortably as memories of her teases flood back as though the dam that had been holding it back was never there in the first place. It doesn’t take long for it to subside, however … and she places her bottom on the side of the table, the laughter giving way to a small, melancholic smile. You’d lived in that mire of denial for eons, years. You’d told yourself again and again that you didn’t so much as give her a second glance (Which was technically true, as one glance was usually more than enough) and … at the worst possible time, your unconscious mind decided to make the decision for you and pull you right into a world that you’d rather trade in for another fist fight with an Abyssal Battleship with nothing more than a pair of boxing gloves. You can see the shadows of your past giving you disapproving looks.All those years of repression, all those thoughts that you’d kept in the bottom shelf of your closet had been lost by one possessive—and possessively jealous—release of words. Your fifteen year-old self had won this bout; he would’ve just gone to a poster of Kongou and hugged it for hours rather than do what you just did.‘Well, I guess that’s thirty for thirty,’ Kasumi muses, her voice not at all matching the amused look that she wore.‘In my defence,’ you reply, wearing a guilty smile. ‘I didn’t fantasize about you.’‘You’re not going to need to now.’You wince.You deserved that.‘Look, this is … I know how bad this looks, but I’m going to be frank that I never considered you a prospect more than a friend,’ you let out, trying to sound as rational as you could manage. ‘In fact, I think that by the time we reached our senior year, I was more worried about graduating high school than I was collecting angst on whether or not you’d throw me into a river or look at me in disgust and never speak to me again.’She stares at you, incredulous.‘I know, I know,’ you hiss, getting to your feet. ‘I liked you. In that way, but … it never occurred to me blurt out anything possessive or disgustingly intrusive until—’‘Your pubic hair actually curled?’All right, you deserved that too.Silence reigns again.Two minutes.It felt like two days just trying to fumble your words and it’d only been two minutes since you’d scrambled for damage control. You’re anxious, scared … and the most horrifying of all, you’d done all this on one slip of the tongue and a bottle of teenage angst that should have been locked tight and never so much as gazed upon again.‘So that night, when we … you lied to me.’‘I …’‘Who did I give my virginity to, then? You … or who you’re pretending to be?’
Her words only cut slightly less roughly than the glare she gives you, a look of uncertainty, anger and betrayal seemingly rolled into one. You open your mouth to answer, remembering everything that you'd said that night; how there was nothing that you would take outside of what she willingly gave. You believed you hadn't taken anything; you thought that all it was was an old friend giving what she thought wouldn't have any use; that in the end, if it was to be given in confidence.In confidence to you.One night, cold and lonely.And you just had to make it more.‘Well?’Her voice isn’t as steady as you’d like it to be. It doesn’t cut, it isn’t cold. You’re not sure if you were just hearing things … or if she really sounded that desperate for an answer. You’re not sure if you were willing to give one.The Shaman was right.Humans were different.>‘I didn’t lie to you. I can’t—I don’t see you that way. What happened back there was just a slip.’ (Cut the thread)>‘I was too scared to say anything that would’ve pushed you away … again.’ (Fearful)>‘Once upon a time, it would’ve been easy to say … but now, things are different. Whatever I feel, it’s up to you. Whatever I feel … you’re my best friend and I’m glad that I could do right by you; at least this time.’ (Honest)>‘You came to me that night.’ (Confrontational)>Write-In
>>2584181>>‘I didn’t lie to you. I can’t—I don’t see you that way. What happened back there was just a slip.’ (Cut the thread)
>>2584156>‘Once upon a time, it would’ve been easy to say … but now, things are different. Whatever I feel, it’s up to you. Whatever I feel … you’re my best friend and I’m glad that I could do right by you; at least this time.’ (Honest)
>>2584181>>‘Once upon a time, it would’ve been easy to say … but now, things are different. Whatever I feel, it’s up to you. Whatever I feel … you’re my best friend and I’m glad that I could do right by you; at least this time.’ (Honest)
>>2584181>>Write-In"I honestly believed that when I spoke to you that night. I really wasnt seeking anything else when I said I would help you in any way i could and I would still have done what I've done even if we didn't...you know. But when the representative ask that question... I found I couldnt help myself and blurted that out. I can't and won't look away from what i feel but I was wrong to throw that on you, especially without speaking to you first. And I still would never demand or ask of anything you wouldn't give willingly."
>>2584200Yeah lets do this.
‘I didn’t lie to you,’ you insist, your shoulders hanging as you placed your hands on your sides, glancing at the door and hoping that no one would just barge in and kill what little momentum you had built up. ‘I didn’t want to make it more than what you wanted it to be. You wanted it to be about losing something you didn’t want hanging over your head and I thought that would be it, but …’People were complicated.Maybe, just maybe … people included you, too.‘You’re my friend; crush, lust object, opportunity … whatever the jumble in my head’s trying to sort out from that mess, you’re my friend,’ you state firmly, placing your hands on her shoulders. ‘It … it’s not just a slip, or it could be, I don’t know, but when he asked it, I just … no, I …’You sigh, closing your eyes and feeling her withering gaze upon you once more.No, you couldn’t be dishonest with yourself here. Living in denial was one thing, but telling a lie to someone else? Again? Like this? You didn’t want to do that. You could stand if Kasumi didn’t want to so much as look at you again … but you couldn’t put another toothpick of betrayal between her eyes. You’d screwed up before and you were screwing up now, but if there was ever a time to burn out instead of a fade, this was it.‘Kasumi …’People were complicated.That was probably why it was so hard.But … at the same time, you couldn’t not try.‘It was wrong of me to throw that out your way,’ you continue, feeling your heartbeat steadily dropping as you gain a semblance of confidence. ‘It’s weird to say, but I should’ve respected your decision. If it was nothing more to you than just tearing your hymen up and bumping uglies’—she makes a disgusted face—‘I … I can live with that, too. I won’t make it more. I promise you that and I’m …I’m glad that you trusted me enough to take your first time; if that’s it, that’s it and, uh … that’s all there is to it, I guess.’‘All right, then,’ she affirms, prompting you to take your hands off her shoulder. ‘And … if I say that that’s not all there is to it, you say …’You narrow your eyes, all angst but a sliver of thought.‘Woman, my heart is not a basketball!’‘You’d think that someone sleeping with a flurry of women would have a little bit more confidence trying to justify their playboy ways,’ she hums playfully, ‘but I suppose I should be honoured that you’d consider me on the same plateau as your other lovers … in a sense.’Her smirk is arrogant, proud …>‘What’re you talking about? You’re easily their level.’ (Thick as bricks)>‘It’s different. With them I actually don’t need to be so blatant to get something across.’ (Justify)>'I just want you to be happy; even if it's someone else.' (Echo)>‘Can we just get back to work?’ (Frustrated)>Write-In
>>2586206>write inyou are an irreplaceable and irremovavle part of meregardless of what happens from now on, you have made a mark on me what will stay forever
>>2586348pretty much this
>>2586206>>2586348This is fine
>>2586348ill support it
‘Don’t talk about yourself like that,’ you chastise, furrowing your brows at her words. ‘Regardless of what you think is going on, or what happens after … you made your mark on me. Whether I live to see old age or not, I can fully admit that no matter what, I’ll always be thankful for having you in my life … regardless of whether you choose to stay or go.’She cocks an eyebrow. ‘Do you pick your phrases out from the back of a match book or something?’‘I’m raise on an osmosis of media,’ you confess, grimacing, ‘you have to at least give me credit for that, right?’Kasumi doesn’t answer.‘So,’ she starts again, taking a step forward. ‘Is this … a bad ending?’>Write-In
>>2586503.....maybe more of a new beginning?
>>2586503>No... If you are thinking of this as an Otome game: You just won the Best ending with the childhood friend.
>>2586503>Write-InThat's for you to decide, take this as a new beginning, a new start if you will, but the question isnt if it is a good or bad thing is what will you make out of it.
>>2586503>write-in“A bad end’s one where you dont get what you want or cant control what you can have. You’re on the cusp of landing a job here, just a touch more. You’ve got most of the cards in your hand, its what you want to make of it... and i guess theres this card too.Kasumi, will you go out with me?”
>>2586540Why not, being ambiguous is not helping
>>2586540This is a really bad idea. Lets do anything *but* this.
‘No,’ you answer flatly, rubbing the back of your neck. ‘Your life is what you make of it. Not what I think of you … or whatever’s between us. Things are messy, complicated, difficult to sort out … and that’s life, yeah? I’m not going to say that how I’ve lived before was something that I’m proud of … but I’d be a right idiot to not use any of that moving forward.’Kasumi wears a defeated smile, giving a small nod as she crosses her arms underneath her breasts.‘That’s not what you would’ve said back in high school,’ she recalls fondly, tilting her head to the side, ‘but you’re right, I suppose. We define who we are by how we do … and how we connect with people. You can’t just shy away and bury yourself under delusions—illusions just to keep yourself from facing things you’d rather not.’‘I—’‘I get it,’ Kasumi concurs, nodding again, ‘and … even if I don’t get the job, I’m thankful that you at least gave me this chance … and believed in me.’‘That’s what friends—’You stop yourself.You can see the image of your fifteen year-old self, captivated by the coy smirk and the dangling of a bag just out of your reach. It’s sunset and the exams are on the morrow and an uncertain night would come soon. Your hand brushes against the fabric of her breast pocket … and the girl with the hairband laughs it off, giving you a light shove in return. That was you, once upon a time. On an evening where the fear of failure outweighed the glow and hope of success. Where you played it safe and didn’t push the odds … and stayed.‘Kasumi, will you go out with me?’You cough the air out of your lungs as she buries her fist right into your sternum. You’d topple, but you were in much too fit a condition—and had too much pride—to keel over from one punch. Kasumi gasps for breath as she draws her fist back, her eyes wide with … utter embarrassment as she regards you like an assaulter of the most brutal of notions. Despite the pain (and the surprise that she hit at least half as hard as Nachi) you can’t help but chuckle, staring up at the pink cheeks of your once-friend.That was brilliant.‘Bad timing?’She tries to say something, the sounds of a dying fish flopping around in her throat as she gathers the shattered vestiges of what was once her voice. She’d afforded you the courtesy. You would do the same for her.‘You are a social self-destruct button,’ she mutters, staring at you. ‘Where’d you even learn your sense of timing?’‘Kasumi, it’s me.’That appeared to satisfy her enough—at least for now. She tilts her head again, letting out a light hum as silence dictated the course once more.‘And what was that about moving forward?’
>>2586684>'This is my penance. Being stark raving honest.' (Direct)>'Consider this me being black and white for once. I'll take either yes or no for an answer.' (Mature)>'If I'm being honest, I'd rather do it with the people I love at my side; human or KanMusu.' (Sappy)>'Cliches. I just thought it sounded cool.' (Joke)>Write-In
>>2586695>'If I'm being honest, I'd rather do it with the people I love at my side; human or KanMusu.' (Sappy)
>>2586695>>'If I'm being honest, I'd rather do it with the people I love at my side; human or KanMusu.' (Sappy)
>>2586695>>'Consider this me being black and white for once. I'll take either yes or no for an answer.' (Mature)
To those that don't know what Kasumi represents, I'm going to just spill the beans so people stop saying it's a "railroad to an OC character". The "romantic" aspect is a tie-in to your past. There will be more visits of people that shaped you to what you are today and they'll be paramount to your road to self-discovery as more than just a Commander. The Shaman helped you decide what to do with one. Maybe he can address the other four just as well.
‘If I’m being honest … I’d rather do it with people I love at my side, human or KanMusu.’Kasumi grunts, scratching the side of her face. ‘You really know how to put a girl on the spot … if nothing else.’‘Although,’ you let out tentatively, ‘I do think that an answer to this would be better-suited without a … physical supplement to the statement?’She turns even redder. ‘Hey, you were the one who just asked me out, you know?’‘I know,’ you answer quietly.Kasumi shuffles in place, biting her lip. A glance at the clock tells you that barely ten minutes had gone since. In a strange way, it’s an inversion of the circumstances you’d thought up so long ago. You’d expected to be the one to be fidgeting a proper follow-up … not to see Kasumi actually consider a proper response to what you’d asked of her. You were already … prepared, for a lack of better word.No.Yes.You were ready, either way.‘I … can’t give you a straight answer right; I’m sorry.’‘Yeah,’ you chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck with your prosthetic. ‘I kind of jumped it, didn’t I?’‘No, not at all,’ she returns, beaming up at you. ‘You’ve grown. You’ve still got some kinks to work out, but you’re definitely not the same boy that left me in that office anymore. You have responsibilities now, people who believe in you … and eyes that look forward no matter what. That’s not something that kid in that chair could have done, on his own or otherwise.’You chortle.‘I’ll be around, though … whether I make it here or not, I’m going to do what I can to help around,’ Kasumi declares firmly. ‘Maybe next time you’ll keep your correspondence up?’You make a sound, indignant.‘Excuse me, but you’re the one who went off without a word?’She rolls her eyes.‘Oh, hush.’>'Time to sort the big money out.' (Unity Representative)>'You ready for this?' (Kurosaki Representative)
>>2586880>'Time to sort the big money out.' (Unity Representative)
>>2586880>>'Time to sort the big money out.' (Unity Representative)
Time to sort the big money out.That’s what you had said fifteen minutes ago.Now you wish that you could’ve gone another round with the other representative. Contrary to his rather civil—if harsh—demeanour during the meeting, the man practically had an answer for every single counter that you—or Kasumi—could come up with; and if he had it half-complete, his assistant (who had revealed himself to be his great-nephew) would come right in to mop up. It wasn’t so much a slaughter; you believe that you still had some ground left, but the opening statements—and the presentation—had left you practically floored.Kasumi, however, seemed to have a better hold of things than you were.Now you weren’t so doubtful of the reason they paid up to seven digits for doctors.‘I’m not saying I don’t see the proposition as a viable one for research, sir,’ she returns neutrally, pulling the sheet towards herself, ‘but there isn’t anything that the Admiralty can do to accommodate such a change. You’re going to have to stick with what you have because right now, there aren’t any facilities that are able to … host it. We’ve barely cracked it as a mitochondrial stimulant for wide use; what you’re asking for is a toe in medical experimentation. There aren’t any laws against it, but that’s—’‘The foothold we’re asking for isn’t exclusivity, Miss,’ the gentleman cuts her off, causing her to sit back, fuming, ‘but one of a mutual gain for the both of us. I doubt that The Admiralty wouldn’t be interested in gaining a foothold beyond their operations as a paramilitary operation. I’ve seen your toys and your propaganda … I think my grandson owns a figurine of one of those KanMusu on your base.’‘You’re a little young to be a grandfather,’ you muse, trying to keep it friendly.‘Thank you,’ he laughs, ‘but down to the facts: how do you expect us to advance as a society with all this secrecy? These assets are yours to do as you wish; there’s no legal tape keeping you from at least looking at some avenues. You have the most powerful technology that has ever been developed in the history of mankind and you’ve only been using it to its most minute potential: to keep yourselves up. This joint-program was made to fulfil more than just the basics. Those files, those propositions are made with both our interests in mind. I will not quote the audacity to dictate the terms of your task, but considering everything that’s going on, benefits would be … well, it would be nonsensical to not at least consider the alignment of our positions.’Kasumi turns to you, tight-lipped.>Focus on the Financial Aspect>Focus on the Technical Aspect>Focus on the Personal Aspect>Damage Control>Default the position to the representative
>>2587019>Focus on the Technical Aspect
>>2587019>>Focus on the Personal Aspect
>>2587044>>2587049-BUZZ-Wrong pick.Why was it wrong?HINT:'I think my grandson owns a figurine of one of those KanMusu on your base.'>He brought the topic of his grandson's enjoyment and the fact that his +1 is his great-nephew were clues that he was particularly fond of his family and would have eased the negotiations better. Instead, you veer into experienced territory without a buffer.
‘There isn’t a proper technical basis for the Admiralty to open up a logistical opening for both the Unity Group,’ you counter, turning to Kasumi. ‘Isn’t there?’‘No, there … isn’t,’ Kasumi mentions tentatively, pulling up the pages and reading through the sheets again, ‘but there would be a requirement for the Unity Group to actually actively participate in operations, and even if there wasn’t anything illegal being put between the two points, it would still require your group to take responsibility for the operations. As a medical research company, shouldn’t there be a more … independent focus to make sure that you wouldn’t be taking any unwarranted liabilities? Reactionary research units and the like?’‘A fair counter,’ the man replies, nodding, ‘but we’re already at the forefront of our units. You underestimate that we have the resources to compensate for any losses and even if there are drops, it’d be idiotic for us to take a back seat when everyone else is on the ground floor to the greatest advances in history. We were there when it happened the first time, and we’re here to reaffirm our place as the premier research institution in both magical, alchemical and technological advances in medicine. Regardless of price, it is an opportunity that has no boundaries outside of what you and the group have set. To ignore this is to ignore progress; profit aside, what would ignoring this gain?’‘Sir, I …’She takes a deep breath, turning to you.‘We …’>‘It’d give the Admiralty an opportunity to actually WEIGH the pros and cons. We don’t even have a proper understanding ourselves.’ (Rational)>‘You’d be getting too much leverage, for one.’ (Fearful)>‘You want to play, you have to go by our rules.’ (Firm)>‘I’m not going to discount your influence, but you’re going to have to put a better case together than you have so far.’ (Dismissive)
>>2587088>>‘It’d give the Admiralty an opportunity to actually WEIGH the pros and cons. We don’t even have a proper understanding ourselves.’ (Rational)>and am i right that you have also weighed the pros and cons of what you're asking and that you are prepared to risk your lives for this advance?>not to mention to be involved in the magical side of this war, the Stream and Fairy Tears, is akin to walking alongside death itself
‘It’d give the Admiralty an opportunity to actually weigh the pros and cons,’ you state neutrally, nodding in Kasumi’s direction, ‘which I’m sure that you’re well aware of yourself … I mean, this is a risk you’re willing to take, isn’t it?’Your companion quirks an eyebrow at your statement.You’d give her ample time to catch up herself.‘You’ve probably heard this about a thousand times, but medical ethics are still a chief concern, even if legislative biases aren’t taken into account, right? Are you really willing to put yourself in that position of accountability? I don’t doubt it, but as someone who’s been put to the task of making sure that you’re actually understanding what we’re both signing up for, you need to get that this is as much uncharted territory for the Admiralty as it is for you.’‘The Admiralty has done this before,’ the man’s companion returns, imparting his own words in a cool drawl. ‘There are no concerns either way, so long as the progression isn’t met with any unexpected hiccups.’‘Medical research has shown to have operated on a trial and error basis for the last—no, since the dawn of its existence,’ Kasumi voices, finally catching on. ‘The Admiralty may have had a foot in the business side of this before, but the current agreement is a joint-venture based on mutual interest and an even step in progress. Looking at these’—she lifts the sheets of paper off the table for emphasis—‘there’s too much of an unknown factor in the pharmaceutical research agreements to give it any reasonable approval without delving into bias. Rather than market cornering, this hamstrings the Admiralty of any measure of control.’‘That’s what research is for,’ the representative says in response, nodding, ‘and the argument that magic is an unknown in medicine is irrelevant because that’s what we’re trying to make public knowledge. Even if the finances don’t appeal to you, I can certainly emphasize that there is at least an avenue to make the latter a reality … and a foothold in the world of post-magic medicine is certainly one to consider, wouldn’t it?’‘I agree.’You blink in surprise at Kasumi’s words.‘And how are you going to bring the ISSF on board, then?’ she words it tentatively, tapping her finger on one of the lines in the top corner of the file. ‘They have, haven’t they Vi—Commander?’‘That they have,’ you concur, turning to the sharp-faced man again. ‘If you’re willing to pursue this and ignore the ethics, you’re going to have to bring in at least a few specialists from their side … and they’d sooner choke us to death than agree.’He sighs.‘We’re not trying to hamstring you or the UMRC, representative,’ Kasumi follows up, ‘but please understand … we’re not anymore enlightened than you are.’You see a reluctant nod.‘I … yes.[’
>>2588469>'Kasumi, can you give him a rundown on the procedure?' (Bureaucratic)>'Sir, again, the neither of us are in this to break more eggs than we really have to.' (Defer to Kasumi's medical expertise on medical practice)>'The Unity Group's in this for a foothold, aren't they? It'd make more sense to wait until everything's sorted, right?' (Return the statement)>'This is one step that you'll be glad to not have a leg up on. We don't even have a ladder yet.' (Casual)
>>2588487>'Sir, again, the neither of us are in this to break more eggs than we really have to.' (Defer to Kasumi's medical expertise on medical practice)
>>2588487>>'Sir, again, the neither of us are in this to break more eggs than we really have to.' (Defer to Kasumi's medical expertise on medical practice)
‘Sir, again, neither of us are in this to break more eggs than we really have to.’ You turn to Kasumi. ‘Isn’t that right, Doc?’Your friend glares at you, unamused. Apparently she didn’t like the affectionate title.‘Medical progress in the last hundred years has increased exponentially compared to the thousands of years that came before it,’ Kasumi starts, going into full lecture mode. ‘Basilius’s practices aside, humanity’s moved forward taking calculated risks … but there is a point on taking the slant on any new discovery: that veering into experimentation, uncertainty has to be met with the right amount of [fear and respect. Akashi-sensei’s not trying to hamstring you, sir, but considering how biochemistry and medicine are so intertwined and how many deaths are attributed to experimental medication throughout the history of the branch, confidence isn’t something that she believes should put into recklessness—we don’t have a cure for the common cold yet, never mind hair loss! Fairy’s Tears is magic. It’s alchemy. It’s violating everything that we know of how the human body responds to treatment. Even at less than a third of positive responses, it’s—’‘But don’t you see, that’s what we’re trying to do here? In a hundred years, disease could be a thing of the past! In two-hundred, ageing solutions could be—’‘Akashi-sensei doesn’t believe in breaking the rationality of the constraints set,’ Kasumi cuts right in. To your surprise, the man doesn’t throw the accusatory tone right back in her face. In fact, he seemed downright … impressed. ‘Neither would anyone rational when dealing with unknown factors.’‘You’d risk holding back science and forego an opportunity to shore up finances?’ He utters in disapproval. ‘Idiocy at its fullest. There is nothing to gain taking your foot off the pedal. This far, this quick … you risk undermining collective benefits and prospects.’‘Or we’ll be able to show Basilius that we’re actually more worthy of what they’ve so kindly leased,’ you respond, nodding. ‘Considering how volatile this area of study is, wouldn’t you at least agree to taking a temporary step back? Money’s going to keep coming in, regardless of flow. If the good doctor says … if it’s not going anywhere and that we’re in the same boat, it’d make more sense to row at our pace, wouldn’t it?’‘We are a private research institution, what you’re asking is—’‘Reasonable,’ Kasumi finishes, giving a tentative nod. ‘I know you’re keen on getting on the ground floor … but we can promise there isn’t anything that we’re hiding from you that isn’t applicable to the action. This is a way forward for both of us. Please.’He considers it … for all of two seconds.‘Very well.’The door slams shut five minutes later, leaving you alone with Kasumi again.
>>2588901>'You're ready for this?' (Proceed to the final representative)>'Two out of three ... not bad, so far.' (Point out the recent success)>'You sure you're not in the wrong sector? You'd make a better lawyer than you would a doctor.' (Muse)>'Barely scraped through ...' (Pessimistic)>Write-In
>>2588904>>'Two out of three ... not bad, so far.' (Point out the recent success)
>>2588904>'Two out of three ... not bad, so far.' (Point out the recent success)
‘Two out of three … not bad, so far.’Kasumi wears a weak smile, shuffling the pieces of paper in her hands and aligning them. You’d exceeded the base expectations as far as you were concerned … but considering how much of a perfectionist the pink-haired KanMusu was, getting Kasumi’s hopes up wasn’t something that you were particularly inclined towards. Two out of three done still left room for error … and you can only put up a prayer for destiny to end up favouring her side on the next one. You reach over to her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder; Kasumi’s eyes determined, but at the same time … reluctant. Her form slumps as she places her wrist to her forehead, letting out a breath.‘You’ll do fine.’‘I better,’ she chuckles. ‘My only other options are to be your side mistress or go back to waiting tables in diners.’>‘I’m not that bad a lover, I think.’ (Disarm, Humour)>‘Hey.’ (Sensitive)>‘Whatever happens … I’ll be there.’ (Reassure)>‘Let’s do this, then.’ (Move on to the last representative)>Write-In
>>2589029>>‘I’m not that bad a lover, I think.’ (Disarm, Humour)
>>2589029>Write-In“I thought someone said she felt worshipped~”
>>2589029>"Don't focus on what will happen if you fail focus on what you need to do to humilate the asshole we will be facing."
>>2589043know what, ill support itlets gets dangerous
‘I thought you loved being worshipped.’She chokes on air, looking up at you with an embarrassed look on her face … before turning it into a glare that, frankly, who have looked more intimidating on Samidare. Kasumi is indignant, pushing her chair back and crossing her arms over her breasts, cradling them close to her sweater-and-coat-clad form, brows up and scowl undecided on direction.‘You’re unbelievable, you know that?’ she lets out breathlessly. ‘There’s something that they call delicacy, you know?’‘I’m familiar with its application,’ you retort playfully. ‘I just think that you’re too good for me to step around like I do everyone else.’‘Is that why you’re so close with your girls?’Yes.It was.With the KanMusu there was no hiding, no trying to be something you were not or trying to put a front you weren’t comfortable with. Delving into each other’s emotions and thoughts … everything said through words and courtesy just seemed secondary to what you felt. Even the misunderstandings, they felt … short, lacking in protraction and easily solved. Navigating yourself through the emotions of KanMusu was … upfront, direct. Nagato would be angry with you and you’d know what to say half the time … and the other half was you knowing when to fold on the play. Houshou’s swings were manageable; Samidare’s needs were simple and Nachi was Nachi.It was easy.But you wanted so hard to believe that it … wasn’t.>‘Come on, let’s get this over and done with.’ (Move on to the next representative)>‘None of your business.’ (Dismissive)>‘I guess.’ (Half-Hearted)>Write-In
>>2589150>'Yes, the Stream helps me understand what the girls are feeling and allows them to understand what I'm feeling. We can talk about it more indept after we finish here.'
>>2589188ill support itwe do need to focus on the task at hand right now
>>2589188I guess this is fine
>>2589150>>‘Come on, let’s get this over and done with.’ (Move on to the next representative)
‘I guess … there is a bit of an understanding there,’ you admit, albeit a little reluctantly. ‘It’s easier, in a way, that even if they don’t … agree, there’s something that keeps us from actually breaking that safety net … to an extent, anyway.’It was easier compared to dealing with people outside your comfort zone.But maybe … that wasn’t the point.‘Sounds a little bit like you’re cheating, if I’m being honest,’ Kasumi imparts, much to your surprise. Cheating? Why? ‘I mean … people are complicated, right? Isn’t that a little bit of an insult to Nagato and the rest that you’d accept everything as being so … simple?’You frown. What was she getting at?‘Maybe cheating’s too strong a word,’ she backtracks, if only slightly, ‘but wouldn’t you saying that there’s a mutual understanding by implication undermine instead of underline how you feel about them? Nagato’s a great girl, but if you’re going to imply that even if they disagree with you that there’s a mutual understanding, aren’t you just putting yourself in a position of assumption?’‘Well, everything’s done here,’ you tap the side of your head. You concede that she did have a point on that, but considering how the Stream worked … you had an inkling that she was just misinformed. ‘I mean … nothing intimate or invasive, but everything that’s left unsaid, it’s understood.’Kasumi taps you squarely in the chest.‘And do they know what’s left unsaid here?’People were complicated.And … you are people.>Write-In
>>2589287>"When I first started out, I they gravitated to me as thir commander. Accepting me for who I was. At that time it was.. easy. I knew them and they knew me. No messy miscommunication to get in the way. But after going through hell and high water with them, they've changed me. Helped shaped who I am now. A person who now will at least try. Try his darnest to communicate, to share, to understand. Now. Now even if I was without that stream, I would go to them, to understand them. To those who now have faith in me, even when they absolutely disagreed with my decision. "
>>2589345that oughta work
‘A little bit of a yes and no, I guess’ you admit, remembering those first few days. Nachi and Tenryuu’s condemnation; Takao’s reluctance; Kaga’s lack of approval. ‘I know myself enough to know that they wouldn’t have even given me a look if I wasn’t their Commander … but I like to think that even without that, I’ve … grown, a little or a lot, doesn’t matter. What does is that … I guess it is kind of convenient that there’s an underlying understanding, that it is easy, but at the same time, it’s not something that I’d like to take for granted. Just because the door’s open for me doesn’t mean that I can afford to be anymore lax than I usually would.’‘Even as their Commander?’‘Especially as their Commander,’ you emphasize, nodding again. ‘That’s what trust is about, right? Means that it’s more a reflection on me on whether I screw this up even with everything on the platter.’You let out a wry chuckle.It would be so like you, though.‘Maybe it’s a little self-centred,’ you confess further, ‘but if I can take this for granted … then I probably don’t deserve to be loved like it in the first place. People are complicated, after all … and I’m people. The Division—Nagato, Kaga, everyone—they’ve been more than warm as my friends … and my lovers, so I know that if it ever comes to the point where I make that misstep, there’ll be no excuses. That, I am prepared for.’Somewhat.Kasumi echoes your previous chuckle, placing a hand on your cheek.‘You know … if you’d said something like this back when we were in school, I don’t think your weight would’ve been that big of an issue to me.’‘So you do admit that my looks were an issue.’‘It is not healthy to gorge on two lunches in one sitting.’You roll your eyes.It was called being efficient.>‘You ready?’ (Move to the final representative)>‘Anything you want to go over with me before we get to it?’ (Continue conversation)>‘You know, it’s not like you’re perfect either.’ (Retort)>Write-In
>>2590669>>‘Anything you want to go over with me before we get to it?’ (Continue conversation)
>>2590669representative)>‘Anything you want to go over with me before we get to it?’ (Continue conversation)
‘Anything you want to go over with me before we get to it?’‘No, I’ve,’ she pauses, picking the sheets of paper off the table and flipping through them for emphasis, ‘I’ve gone through the details as well I’ve been able to manage. Now it’s just up to the both of us to make sure that Kurosaki doesn’t back out of the deal because we make a poor case at keeping them where they are.’You hear the hesitance in her voice, furrowing your brows in concern as her face goes pale with every flip of the page. It was obvious to a rock that something was troubling her … and you’d be a poor friend if you didn’t at least address it. You close the distance a little bit more, placing a reassuring hand on Kasumi’s wrist, prompting her to stop. She looks up, an expression a third of the way between the three points of pensiveness, determination and anxiety creeping upon her like a looming shadow … and it didn’t take Akashi and a crew of experts to help dissect the why.‘You know, you can just leave things to me if you don’t want to see him again.’It was a little … brazen, but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t stretch your neck out in such a way, after all.Whether you meant it or not.‘You don’t mean that.’ She lets out a small laugh, setting the sheets down again. ‘You’d never forgive me if I backed down and left things to you now.’>‘Yeah … I wouldn’t.’ (Agree with her)>‘There’s nothing that you have to live up to that I’d hold against you—you know that.’ (Honest)>‘I just don’t want you hurt.’ (Rationalize your protective streak)>‘I’m more concerned about Akashi raining down on me, actually.’ (Divert)>Write-In
>>2590711>>‘There’s nothing that you have to live up to that I’d hold against you—you know that.’ (Honest)
>>2590711>‘There’s nothing that you have to live up to that I’d hold against you—you know that.’ (Honest)
‘There’s nothing that you have to live up to that I’d hold against you—you know that.’She turns red, slapping your prosthetic.‘Save that kind of thing for your girls.’>‘Come on—time’s a-wasting.’ (Meet the representative)>Write-In
>>2590720>>‘Come on—time’s a-wasting.’ (Meet the representative)
>>2590720>>‘Come on—time’s a-wasting.’ (Meet the representative)>We've got this
>>2590720>‘Come on—time’s a-wasting.’ (Meet the representative)
The door shuts right as the man’s head looks up, widening with surprise … and narrowing as he meets Kasumi’s gaze. There’s a sound akin to that of a whimpering dog that squeaks from his throat as he turns to you … then to her, then back to you. You want to say that there was a smug sense of superiority that you felt upon seeing his expression change in such a manner … but you were more concerned with the matter at hand than you were any petty bit of comeuppance.Whatever scum you believed the man before you to be was an assessment that was inapplicable to the current circumstances.‘Kasumi, what’re you doing here?’‘I’m,’ she pauses, her voice giving a slight tremble as she tries her best to remain calm, ‘I’m assis—I’ll be reviewing the Kurosaki proposition, Doctor.’‘You?’ he calls out, laughing a little too loudly for your own comfort. ‘This is … this is a joke, right?’‘No joke,’ you say neutrally, gesturing towards the end of the table. ‘Please take a seat, Mr Representative.’He makes another sound, throwing Kasumi a glare … and keeping it on her as he moves along the table, setting his files down and sliding them down the length alongside him. As he takes a seat, so do you, pulling a chair out for Kasumi as she drops alongside you. If she shows any measure of being affected by her former mentor’s glare, the only indicators are the slight taps of her heel and the aversion of her eyes from his incredulous—and frustrated—glare.‘We’re here to discuss—’‘What in the actual Hell is going on?’Kasumi stops.You look up to see the man’s slouched figure and contorted form, staring at your companion with a look akin to disgust. Kasumi looks down at her sheets again, whatever confidence that had been built up in the last two sessions whittled away by the man’s sudden, aggressive stance. There was an odd chemistry between the both of them: volatile … and a mix that went as well together as oil and water.‘Representative,’ you start neutrally, hoping to steer the conversation into more civil territory. ‘Is there something that you’d like to share at this table that’s at all applicable with the subject at hand?’‘Spare me the posturing,’ he growls out, pushing his own stack of sheets to the side. ‘You know just who the fuck that woman is, Commander.’‘I am aware,’ you return coolly, folding your hands together and meeting his agitated glance. ‘She is here as a consultant to Miss Akashi and I—is there something about this arrangement that displeases you?’Maybe the Grand Lieutenant was rubbing off you a little too much.‘This is insider bias,’ he snarls, staring at the silent Kasumi. ‘If she’s a consultant, then she’s unable to remain impartial.’
>>2590744>'Representative ...' (Take a leaf out of the Grand Lieutenant's book)>'Neither do I think that you are in this context.' (Cool)>'Kasumi, if you would?' (Get her to leave)>'She's just here as a Consultant.' (Reassure)>Write-In
>>2590745>>'Representative ...' (Take a leaf out of the Grand Lieutenant's book)
>>2590745>'Representative ...' (Take a leaf out of the Grand Lieutenant's book)
>>2590744>>'Representative ...' (Take a leaf out of the Grand Lieutenant's book)
You’re not angry.Not one bit.You are, however, disappointed.‘Representative,’ you start neutrally, ‘it would be very wise for you to take a step back on that accusation. I am willing to remain neutral in the deliberation of your points alongside ours, but only on the condition that you refrain from making your lack of emotional restraint more than a shadow of an irritation.’‘Please,’ he returns, ‘you’re honestly not going to just sit here and believe that there isn’t a clear bias?’‘It would be helpful, then, if you’d be able to enlighten me on the matter.’‘She’s … she’s a student of the Kurosaki institution and is aware of the intricacies of our program,’ he scoffs, gesturing towards Kasumi in a manner that you found more than just a little … bothersome. ‘Professionally, you’re breaching the ethics of practice by even having her breathing the same damn air in this room! I’m not trying to be unreasonable, but so long as you have her here, there’s no impartiality whatsoever!’He swipes his hands horizontally, snarling and leaning back.‘Then it is an advantage that I am unwilling to relinquish and you’ve only told me what cards are in your hands.’‘Are you serious? This is a clear violation of the terms—’‘There aren’t any terms, Doctor,’ you cut him off, rubbing your thumb against finger and taking a lazy breath. ‘That’s why we’re both here. It’s why you’re sitting there and I’m not kicking my feet up at Mamiya’s enjoying a nice cold glass of juice and a sloppy sandwich. Miss Kasumi is here on the terms that she serve in a consultancy capacity and that alone, pending a review on if her services are … tenable. You know how things are, of course: head-hunting’s so hard to do when you don’t have a clear view of the tags.’‘This is a farce.’‘This is getting tiresome,’ you retort instantly. ‘Either you sit down there and we talk like two people trying to get bigger slice of the pie or we can go by the logical progression from our current positions. Either way, the ball’s in your court.’‘You’re a twice-damned ass.’‘I don’t care how you feel about me, Representative,’ you reply, unwilling to rise to his insult, ‘but if this is going to be your continued manner of conduct for the next twenty minutes I’m going to have to actually consider putting a red dot as a reference to your lack of protocol.’‘Then listen to his,’ he snarls. ‘She walks, you agree to Kurosaki’s terms or I take your asses to court for bartering of inside information, corporate espionage and get your ass in that chair.’You cock an eyebrow.‘She is still a student under legal consideration and one of ours; you don’t have a case.’‘I was told that she had been expelled for misconduct.’‘Yeah, she is … but paperwork takes a little time to go through, no?’
>>2593097>'Well, then this makes it easier, then ...' (Give in to the Grand Lieutenant Side)>'You have my assurance that she has not given any information that would be privy to your institution. You have my word.' (Try to negotiate)>'Go ahead.' (Play chicken with him)>'Fine.' (Dismiss Kasumi)>Write-In
>>2593107>>'Well, then this makes it easier, then ...' (Give in to the Grand Lieutenant Side)Is this the dark side?>‘I don’t care how you feel about me, Representative,’ you reply, unwilling to rise to his insult, ‘but if this is going to be your continued manner of conduct for the next twenty minutes I’m going to have to actually consider putting a red dot as a reference to your lack of protocol.’Would that mean we'd be doing this?
>>2593122You're being more diplomatic in that second part. Also, he feels a little betrayed by Kasumi, so ... being irrational kinda fits.
>>2593107>>'Well, then this makes it easier, then ...' (Give in to the Grand Lieutenant Side)>‘Then listen to his,’ he snarls. ‘She walks, you agree to Kurosaki’s terms or I take your asses to court for bartering of inside information, corporate espionage and get your ass in that chair.’yea, theres a line in negotiations and this man just crossed it
>>2593107>>'Well, then this makes it easier, then ...' (Give in to the Grand Lieutenant Side)
>>2593107>'Well, then this makes it easier, then ...' (Give in to the Grand Lieutenant Side)
>>2593135+1>>2593130Irrational in response to our warning to him? >>2593107>>'Well, then this makes it easier, then ...' (Give in to the Grand Lieutenant Side)Is there anything malicious from giving into this side, aside from acting like someone we don’t particularly like?>>2593097>red dot as a reference to your lack of protocol.’What's a red dot in bureaucracy, is that the same as a red mark on grading papers for poor performance or getting a yellow or red card in sports for fouls?
>>2593145A "red dot" is basically a warning of misconduct. You know like a bullet point saying "would not recommend?". Same thing.>Is there anything malicious from giving into this side, aside from acting like someone we don’t particularly like?You might start talking more like Hayden Christensen.
‘Then this makes it easier, then: Doctor, you are going to agree to our terms. We are not interested in listening to you; we are not interested in evaluating your points; we are not going to bother going over any semblance of negotiation and the both of us are going to conclude this in the next five minutes with a spoken agreement, a nice smile, an apology and the consideration that even after everything that we’ve been through, the ups and downs, to you, that our deal is a fair one to the board at Kurosaki.’‘And why would I?’‘Because I trust that you’re unwilling to renege on a healthy and fulfilling marriage to the daughter of someone on the board of directors.’‘You son of a—’‘You will sit down, Doctor, and you will listen,’ you let out, your voice firm … and your eyes focused. You don’t dare turn to Kasumi; you don’t know what face she’s making, but the slight croak to your side tells you that she’s more than likely half-dead from shock—not that it mattered. ‘You will tear up that piece of paper stating the grievances that your side has with our current parameters, you will walk to Akashi’s office and you will tell her that we were a pleasure to work with and more than anything, cooperation is paramount, even at the cost of immediate success.’‘Like Hell I will! This is blackmail and I’ll get your ass in—’‘It is blackmail, Mr Representative … and if you don’t heed it, it’ll be followed through by a threat that you’ll find has more weight than your accusations of corporate espionage,’ you start, ‘namely with the attachment of your name to the negotiations and the fallout of your non-compliance. The Admiralty’s bent over once or twice, but losing one partner? I’ll live, probably, be sent out again, probably die from exhaustion or go insane, but you … how much are you willing to lose just because I happen to have something you claim to be yours by your side?’‘It’ll never hold.’‘It doesn’t have to hold,’ you continue. ‘All it takes is for one word, one testimony, some digging around … it doesn’t even have to be real, but daddy will find out, wouldn’t he? Or even if he doesn’t you’re not going to step out of this unscathed. You have ambitions, a dream … maybe you want a bigger stamp on the mark, but the moment I give my side, when she does … the only thing that you’re going to have to look forward to is a residency term and clinic hours.’‘Try me.’‘I am. I’m going to count to eight. If I don’t hear your agreement by five, I’m going to write up a report at your lack of professionalism. When I get to eight, I’m going to gut your career in medical science like I did that Princess off the south.’No answer.‘You’re bluffing.’>‘One.’ (Lenient)>‘Four.’ (Mean business)>‘I’d rather not do this.' (Mercy)>Write-In
>>2593303>‘Four.’ (Mean business)
>>2593303>>‘Four.’ (Mean business)no bluffing at all, 100% serious
>>2593303>‘One.’ (Lenient)At a steady even pace to build up dread.He needs time to stew, to consider the magnitude of the potential loss to him over this. The fear of loss needs to build up till he gives in. The fact is he was irrational enough to attempt to blackmail in this negotiation means he might react emotionally and decide to call our bluff.
>>2593331going for this but with the caveat that are seriously doing it and its not a bluff
‘Four.’You hear the sound of a chair screeching to your left almost has you wincing, but you keep your composure. He doesn’t do anything; you don’t bother to address him, either. You do what you had told him you would do: you take out your pen … and put ink to paper.‘Fi—’‘Wait.’‘I’m glad we were both able to come to this mutually beneficial solution,’ you let out quickly, wearing a smile as condescending as you could muster. You gesture your head towards the door. ‘Please inform Miss Akashi’s office of your agreement.’He gets up from his seat, looking at you in disgust.‘You’re a fucking politician.’‘No, Mr Representative,’ you start. ‘I’m the guy that gave you a chance to behave.’The door opens and shuts without much ceremony. There was still the fear on whether he would stay true to his word, but at best, that would be up to the winds of fate. He seemed like a reasonable enough fellow to not want to risk a potential footprint on the world of medicine for the sake of a vendetta; at best, he’d lick his wounds and lament the fact that he couldn’t shove his cock down Kasumi’s throat on an on-call basis … which, as far as you were concerned, was enough.You’d practically taken the matter right out of Kasumi’s hands, but …‘Kasumi?’You turn to face your friend for the first time since the man had entered the room. She seemed … stiff. Feeling a slight tinge of worry, you place your hand on her shoulder, giving her a light shove and following it up with a pull. Kasumi wobbles slightly before turning her dull eyes in your direction, looking as though she had aged to senile-prone years in the last few minutes. Her throat struggles to let out a light humming sound, as if disconnected with the world around her. Your concern grows by the second … until she bends over, coughing and hacking, clutching her stomach.You instinctively place a hand on her back, running it up and down her spine as you mutter words of comfort … only to find herself snapping back to a sit and whirling around with a pair of shocked red orbs, as if expecting an answer. To what question, however, you didn’t know just yet.‘You okay?’‘Is that how you close deals?’‘Only when the other side’s unwilling to be reasonable,’ you return with some humour. She looked a lot more … flushed than she had been coming into the room. ‘You okay?’‘I’m fine, I’m fine,’ she hurriedly returns, shaking her head before … bending over and clutching her stomach again. ‘I just—’‘Need some water?’‘I’m just a little surprised,’ she clarifies, leaning her head back. ‘I … I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before.’
>>2593432>'He deserved it.' (Justify)>'It's not a mode of negotiation that I'm willing to say is my go-to card, but you if there's anything I've learned, it's stupid to send a mouse into a snake pit.' (Reluctant)>'Really?' (Puzzled)>'Maybe you should pay attention a little bit more, then.' (Annoyed)>Write-In
>>2593433>>Write-InGive her a hug."I'm sorry you had to see and hear what I just said. But since he started off with the threats, there just wasnt going to be any other way to deal with him without that always being held over your head."
>>2593433>>Write-In"in my line of work you tend to meet various people and their ways of dealing with issues. i just followed on what one of my superiors would do given similar circumstances.""and being on the receiving end of it, i know how effective it can be. also, that guy was a colossal douchebag and while i may take no pleasure in doing that, cant say that he didnt deserve it by mixing perosnal matters into business."
‘In my line of work, you’re not going to be dealing with sunny smiles and gruff moustaches on every turn. It’s not a methodology that I’m comfortable enough to make liberal use of, though.’‘You look like you’re used to it.’‘Then I’m doing a little better than I thought I was,’ you reply, rubbing the back of your neck. ‘I was actually willing to hold a professional dialogue if he didn’t so much as peeped, but … well, I can’t work with what he doesn’t give me; not much choice there, sorry.’She doesn’t reply, biting her lip.You can’t read her mind, but you’re more than sure that she was putting more than a few brain cells to process that you’d blackmailed her former superior—and, disgustingly, lover—into submission. You had no doubt that you’d have to revisit that detail … sooner or later, however, that wasn’t your concern. There was the hope that he’d just keep his head down, but considering how deep the Admiralty was in this deal, it probably wouldn’t be the last that you’d see of him.But there was that hope.You’d been here for close to forty minutes. Maybe you could—‘If, hypothetically, the fact that you took a blatantly criminal stance in my defence turned out to inadvertently open the floodgates to my arousal, would you hold it against me?’‘What?’She looks down.‘I’m … I’m a little wet.’You give a slight squeak.‘O-Oh …’>Write-In
>>2593497>>Write-In"i will never hold anything against you in that aspect, it only means I have to lick both you and the chair clean to leave no evidence"
>>2593508fuck it, supportinwe are all absolutes degenerates
>>2593514hosho is in some way or form to blame for this
‘Not at all,’ you chuckle, leaning in and tapping your forehead to hers. Your eyepatch was feeling a little warm, if you were being honest. ‘In fact, I’d actually say that I’m a little … flattered.’‘Idiot,’ she retorts, giving you a slight push as she wears a small smile. ‘You really are making up for lost time, aren’t you?’‘No more than you are,’ you return, pulling her to her feet. She stumbles a little, falling chest first into your lower abdomen as your prosthetic tries to hold her up. ‘Are you really—’‘Yes,’ Kasumi answers, sounding more than a little irritated … and embarrassed. ‘I guess I am too, huh?’‘What?’‘Making up for lost time.’You take a deep breath.>‘I still have a few things to sort out … see you back at the barracks?’ (Get her to hurry on home)>‘I could use some company. Care to keep me company?’ (Bring Kasumi along with you)>‘Whatever it is, you’re not going to be walking around with wet panties.’ (Thick)>‘How low can you keep your voice?’>Write-In
>>2593549>>‘I could use some company. Care to keep me company?’ (Bring Kasumi along with you)
>>2593549>‘I still have a few things to sort out … see you back at the barracks?’ (Get her to hurry on home)
>>2593549>>‘I could use some company. Care to keep me company?’ (Bring Kasumi along with you)tell her we are off to see nagato about stuff
>>2593549>>‘I still have a few things to sort out … see you back at the barracks?’ (Get her to hurry on home)
>>2593549>‘I could use some company. Care to keep me company?’ (Bring Kasumi along with you)
>>2593549>‘I could use some company. Care to keep me company?’ (Bring Kasumi along with you)Oh yeah
‘I could use some company,’ you offer, taking your most playful intonation to task as she presses against your lower abdomen. ‘Would you care to … keep me company?’You waggle your eyebrows for emphasis. The gesture is immediately met with the derision of an annoyed doctor in-training (or former; you really can’t tell), who smacks your chest to communicate that your corny delivery was the last thing that the present situation called for.You agree, of course.But being corny was never an opportunity that you could pass up.‘I have to get out of these panties first,’ she grumbles, her feet shifting as she tugged at the fabric on her thighs.‘Kasumi, it’s freezing outside?’‘All the more reason to.’As you find yourself being used as a support pole, you wonder if you weren’t giving her a little too much. She kicks off her shoes, falling to the floor with a soft clatter, lifting the fabric of her skirt and—‘Kasumi, what are you doing?’‘Taking my panties off,’ she informs nonchalantly.‘Here?’‘Yes.’‘With me … here?’‘You’ve spread my cheeks and licked the roof of my birth canal,’ Kasumi explains matter-of-factly, her focus still on the woven fabric that clung to her legs, tugging and shuffling, one foot off the ground and pressing more of her weight against you. ‘Believe me when I say you watching me take my panties off is nothing compared to that.You tilt your head slightly.For some reason or other, you only find yourself reminded of Nachi.1/4>EXECUTE TASK (Specify)>Look for KanMusu (Specify)>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)>Visit Location (Specify)>Wander>Write-In
>>2594591>Look for KanMusu (Specify)Nagato
>>2594591>>Look for KanMusu (Specify)>Nagatolets get this thing started
>>2594591>Look for KanMusu (nagato)
>>2594591>>Look for KanMusu (nagato)
Kasumi runs a hand down her skirt as she shuffles and closes her lab coat around herself, her teeth clattering as the both of you made your way to the partly-reconstructed warehouse. You give her a disapproving glare, shaking your head as you wait for her to waddle her way up to you; it’d been five minutes since you’d left the building—dropping the sheets off outside of Akashi’s office before you went well on your way—and you’d been saddled with the unwanted development of a less-than-mobile friend that practically doddered her way alongside you.‘I told you to keep ‘em on,’ you impart in annoyance, placing your hands on your hips.‘Shut up,’ she grumbles right back, pulling her skirt down as she scooted closer to you. ‘It’d be worse if I’d left ‘em on. We’re built like bunkers; [you’re built like a tanks.’You laugh.That was a strange comparison.‘You okay?’ you inquire, trying to sound as warm as you’re able to manage.‘Freezing,’ she indicates, wincing as she gets to her feet proper, tucking her arms underneath her armpits and shaking her head around. Considering how envious that you had been seeing the KanMusu practically regulate their own receptors—and rendering themselves immune from the autumn chill and the harshness of the ocean breeze—it was a little comforting that there was a reminder that you weren’t the only one suffering through the changes of the season. ‘How’re you not shivering?’You wear a guilty smile.‘I am. It just warms me up to see you suffering just as much.’She smacks your chest with the back of her hand as a response.The both of you continue your short—yet somehow, excruciatingly eternal—walk towards the warehouse: towards Nagato. It was strange to fine the timetable keying her location in such a place; not that it was an alien concept, of course … but Nagato was such a workhorse that you’d half-expected her to key in some extra hours to sort the little things around the base out. Yet, here it was, in blue ink and an asterisk: the fact that your Sub-Commander had deemed it fit to allocate some leisure time to herself … and that she’d elected to spend it in a warehouse—a half-done reconstruction—of all places. It was hard to fathom that she’d even have anything that she could be doing outside of …Everything that you knew her inclinations to be.You didn’t really bother to ask her what she liked.You … didn’t really care, up until now. The only common ground between the both of you, was, in essence, your post as her superior and her hand in your success.Nagato had smiled, yelled and cried … and you really didn’t know much about her.‘You okay?’‘Huh?’‘You look a little … off.’
>>2595021>'Nothing, just thinking.' (Dismissive)>'I just realized ... I don't really know that much about Nagato. I never really bothered to ask.' (Honest)>Write-In
>>2595021>>'I just realized ... I don't really know that much about Nagato. I never really bothered to ask.' (Honest)
>>2595027>>'I just realized ... I don't really know that much about Nagato. I never really bothered to ask.' (Honest)
>>2595027>'I just realized ... I don't really know that much about Nagato. I never really bothered to ask.' (Honest)
‘I just realized … I don’t really know that much about Nagato,’ you lament, grimacing as you come up to the building. ‘I never really bothered to … get to know her; I never really cared as much to ask.’You run a hand through your hair, suddenly feeling an itch under your eyepatch.‘Makes me wonder if I’m really doing things right here.’‘Oh?’ Kasumi playfully cuts into your stride, smiling—no, smirking up at you with a mischievous stare. ‘But I thought that things being so convenient with your connection meant that those sort of things wouldn’t be necessary, right? The way you were talking about the Stream actually had me going there for a moment.’‘That’s different,’ you counter.‘Then why bother getting to know them when you already know them?’The question is innocent.It could even have been a one-off joke, knowing the tendencies of your companion.Yet …>Write-In
>>2595099>Just because I know them, doesn't mean I don't want to get to /know/ them, even the little things.
>>2595099>Because knowing the answers in the back of the book is not the same as understanding how to get that answer.
>>2595099>well if the Stream creates a "bridge" between us, why would we leave it as is instead on trying to build on it and make it better>even if it allows everything between us to flow between us with ease, it doesnt mean what is sent has the same importance to the other person
>>2595099>Theres plenty more to relationships beyond understanding. Thats just the starting point. How I deal with them, what i can do to make them happier, and how I can be happier with them. THATS why I bother.
>>2595099>Write-Inremoving the biggest hurdle in a relationship with a girl doesnt mean you do not need to put in the work to understand them
>>2595205>i desire to understand them, they are not just my shipgirls, but my friends and subordinates, why i whount reach to know them? to know what pains then or makes them happy? to help and be helped by them?>why whouldnt i do that?
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‘Just because I already know them doesn’t mean that relinquishes me of the responsibility to get to know them,’ you answer, picking up the pace: it was getting quite cold with the evening peeking over the rooftops. ‘It’d be irresponsible for me to not at least follow up that much. Besides, you’ve dated before; what kind of scumbag of a boyfriend would I be if I didn’t care to know?’‘Well, you do have two months up and nothing to show for it.’You wince. Right in the diaphragm, hitting all functioning organs.Kasumi was back, whether you liked it or not.‘But it’s nice that you’re actually seeing where you’re screwing up.’You turn to her in a surprise.‘It’s nice to know that you’re not staying still, even when you’re already moving.’As Kasumi goes ahead of you, heading towards the partly-finished building, you wonder if that really was true. You’d arrive because you’d refused to be where you were; you’d found yourself in unknown territory and cowered and prevailed … and somehow it still felt that you were lagging behind. Pretentious questions aside, there was the consideration as to why Nagato had picked you up of all people. You wouldn’t have saved you. Another man for the drain, another body for foundations … and nothing at all to help you stand out.‘You coming?’Shaking your head and raising a hand, you trudged where the tar met the mud, making your way to the warehouse … or rather, the tertiary storage area. As you stare at the sheets of paper in your hands, you wonder why someone had bothered to even call it a warehouse; it was barely half the size of the main building … and dwarfed by both docks and. Staff members weave in and out, carrying buckets of paint and poles, ready to go about doing their work; there was an office at the front, a small row of garages … but no trucks.‘Excuse me,’ you call out, raising a hand and catching the attention of a frizzy-haired staff member carrying what looked suspiciously like a fishing pole.‘Oh, hey there, Capitan’,’ he greets you, raising two fingers in a casual salute. ‘What can I do ya for?’‘Sorry to bother, but … I’m looking for one of my KanMusu, uh … horns and a circlet, dark hair …’‘Big tits?’You frown.Kasumi tries to keep herself from blurting with laughter, her shoulders quaking as she squeaked and snorted, her hand over her mouth. It wasn’t that funny.‘Well, if it’s Nagato[ you’re lookin’ for’—he gestures towards one of the shutters, which was about a third of the way up with an opening high enough to duck and move under—‘you’ll find her right in there.’You give your thanks, jogging over and ducking your way inside … only to find yourself in pitch darkness and—‘Ow!’—tumbling over, Kasumi having not bothered to keep her head up as she bumped you off your two feet.It was dark.
There was a window ... and a slightly illuminated railing, but because of how stained it was, the most you got out of it was the equivalent of a torchlight that was entering its last gasps of life. Dusting yourself off, you get to your feet and ...'Ow!'Find your foot stepped on rather painfully by who you could only surmise to be your current companion.>Chastise Kasumi>Try to feel for a light>Call out for Nagato>Write-In
>>2595498>>Try to feel for a light
>>2595498>>Call out for Nagato
>>2595498>Call out for Nagato>>2595520If she is doing something in the dark turning on a light could ruin it.
>>2595529Dont dash my hopes for a lucky pervert moment
You hiss out a curse as you hop around on one leg, your eye trying to attune itself to the dim surroundings. It wasn’t what you would call musty, but there was a stale scent in the air; you’re not sure if it was grease, oil, or heated metals, but there was most definitely something … artificial, if that was a way to put it. Your eyes turning back and facing the fading light of the evening outdoors, you stretch out your hand towards what you hoped to be the wa—‘Tha’s mah face,’ Kasumi calls out nasally. No wonder it was so soft.At the sound of her displeased self, you release your hold over her cheeks.Your hands running along the wall, you feel around the surface, feeling the rough texture of the coat of paint over cement, the tiny flakes sticking to your hand telling you that the place had seen a fresh, recent coat … or that there was an assortment of dust that had gathered. You’re unsurprised at either; the place had been practically blasted off where it stood in the attack … and as a non-essential facility, would probably be one of the last to have received focus in the reconstruction.‘I think this is it.’You flip a switch.The light—dim and buzzing—comes on.The place was surprisingly big, especially compared to how it looked from the outside. Boxes, wrenches, jacks and toolboxes were caught between chaos and order, dumped beside barrels and holders or neatly arranged against the wall. The railing above was … more aesthetic than practical; probably for use to maintain the wiring of the tall chamber. All in all, the place gave a feel akin to a … student loft more than it did a garage. There were even a few rolled up posters and banners that you spied leaning against the wall opposite your person.Workbench. Old newspapers. Plastic bags.And in the middle …A car.‘Wow,’ Kasumi lets out, voicing your own thoughts.It was a sports model. Two doors, hanging low. A flat arrow akin to a rock diverting the flow of rapids. Steel bumpers and pop-lights, both of which were up despite the engine not even being on. A shimmering silver, it looked akin to a waiting spectre lying in the middle of the room. A knife; a finely sharpened knife—that’s what it was. Just looking at the car give you a feeling of … danger. The car was lean, practical … surgical. Nothing fancy or obnoxious; it was chosen—driven—with purpose. There was little to no flash, nothing to suggest that it would settle for anything but the tightest of curves, corners …‘Damn.’You don’t need any introduction.You knew Nagato.And if nothing else, you knew that this … was her baby.>Admire from a distance>Touch it>Write-In
>>2595863>Admire from a distance
>>2595863>Touch itSoil it
>>2595863>>Admire from a distance
>>2595863>>Touch itthis is an obvious trapof course om gonna do itpls god dont let the car be wet from paint or some coating that we're about to fuck up
Nagato's car is the Mazda RX-7 FB. The 1978 model from the line.
>>2595883not a rotary right?
>>2595869>>2595873>>2595879>>2595870>>2595877>>2595878Flipping a coin. Good bois
>>2595883>Nagato has an RX-7Very nice
>>2595863>>Admire from a distance>Touch itsounds good, but this is Nagato we're talking about.
‘Something,’ you mutter, ‘it’s something.’‘Ah, Vice-Admiral.’You whirl on your feet to see Nagato—seemingly having appeared from out of nowhere—clutching what appeared to be a box of sheets and paint sprays under her arm. Her eyes were a little wider than usual; probably from the fact that she didn’t expect you to be in what you understood now to be her own personal, private—and holy—temple. Still … you were a little surprised that she’d decided to call you by your supplementary rank rather than your proper designation.Until you saw a check, however …‘It’s still Commander, isn’t it?’She giggles behind her wrist.‘Allow me my moment of pride.’You don’t miss the roll of Kasumi’s eyes as she snorts, right before Nagato turns her attention to her, the both of them sharing coy smirks. Your Sub-Commmander reaches for the latch with her foot and slams the shutter down, separating the three of you from the rest of the town.‘Kasumi.’Kasumi nods in acknowledgement.‘Nagato.’>‘You didn’t tell me you had a car … this model … it must be almost fresh off. Two years? Three?’>‘How was the patrol? Run into anything?’>‘The Admiral said that you were a little on edge … mind sharing what’s wrong?’>‘How’ve you been coping? I haven’t checked up on your workload since I got … promoted?’>‘Are you really comfortable calling me Vice-Admiral? Feels … weird.’>Write-In
>>2596095>>‘Are you really comfortable calling me Vice-Admiral? Feels … weird.’
>>2596095>‘Are you really comfortable calling me Vice-Admiral? Feels … weird.’
>>2596095>>‘How’ve you been coping? I haven’t checked up on your workload since I got … promoted?’
>>2596095>‘How’ve you been coping? I haven’t checked up on your workload since I got … promoted?’
>>2596095>Are you really comfortable calling me Vice-Admiral? Feels … weird
>>2596095>‘How’ve you been coping? I haven’t checked up on your workload since I got … promoted?
‘Not that I mind,’ you pause, considering your next words, ‘that much, but … are you really comfortable calling me Vice-Admiral? It feels kinda … weird, to be honest.’Nagato cocks one eyebrow, calmly setting down the box of knick-knacks that she had brought in … and letting out a breath. Clapping her hands together, she hums a dull melody, striding right up to you, gives a quick, appraising glance … before placing your hands on your shoulders, a smile worthy of Akashi etched upon her lips.‘Vice-Admiral,’ she begins, wearing a sickeningly sweet voice … and looking as though she was itching to shatter the next Abyssal that so much as looked at her with her cannons and fists, ‘in the last two months you have violated protocol on every end of the playbook, have shown an almost maverick tendency when it comes to your approach in tactics, ignored every single suggestion that I have presented in the name of safety, shattered and rebuilt the pillar of trust more times than there are days in a week, continue to prance about like a bull a poker to its thigh, put yourself at worrying an unnecessary risk, brought down a probable calamity over the future of the Division and associated yourselves with acquaintances I’d really rather you not. If nothing else, the assurance that we have successfully reared you through the ranks is my pillar of sanity.’‘Oh,’ you let out, coughing into your fist. ‘Then … carry on.’Nagato releases her grip from your shoulders, wearing a serene smile, something akin to what a mother would wear after dressing up her child in a zoot suit he’d rather not be wearing.‘Of course, Vice-Admiral.’To your right, Kasumi looks away, silently laughing.>‘So, uh … about your car.’>‘Is everything all right? The Admiral told me that you were a little … on edge.’>‘How have you been coping? I haven’t checked up on your workload since I got promoted.’>‘How was patrol?’>‘Well, better be going.’>Write-In
>>2596402>>‘So, uh … about your car.’DIVERT DIVERT
>>2596402>>‘So, uh … about your car.’
>>2596402>‘So, uh … about your car.’
‘So, uh … about your car …’Or, at least, you assumed that it was her car. There was no way that it wasn’t; something that lean, that lack of wasted corners and that tight, refined build; if there was a vehicle you’d associate the aesthetics of a sharpened, practical edge with, it was this one. And if there was any KanMusu you’d associate with practical and direct with no space for nonsense, it’d be Nagato. Throwing a fond gaze at the silver-grey auto-mobile, your Sub-Commander lets out a restrained—yet audibly delighted—hum, running a hand over one of edge of the roof as if she were petting her faithful steed rather than an inanimate object.You suppose if there was anything that understood the soul of another mode of transport, it was one that possessed the soul of one.‘Took a while to put back together,’ Nagato elaborates, her eyes still on the car. ‘She was wrecked pretty bad in the attack … finding parts for her model aren’t cheap or easy, but I like to think that I’ve done the restoration work some justice.’‘Yeah,’ you concur, peering at the paint job. ‘It doesn’t even look like she’s seen the asphalt, to be honest.’‘Oh, she [i[has,’ Nagato declares proudly, giving the car another proud thump with her open palm. ‘She hits 40 watts to the pound on power, suspension like you won’t believe—I can take a corner and not waste drag going at anything smaller than a 90 degree angle. That’s 4-link rear stock. minimal vibration, close gear shifting and minimal drag from design. At a 145 horsepower and with a 50-50 weight ratio, gunning down corners is nothing to laugh at. She’s not in peak condition just yet, of course—there’s still some kinks on the drivetrain that I’d like to get a look at before I take her out for a spin … but uphill or downhill, she’s a crouching tiger in the bushes; she’s so close to perfect that I don’t need to gun so much as I need to wait and—what?’You blink.‘What?’Nagato giggles, covering her mouth behind her hand, looking at you with pink cheeks and dancing eyes, taking a step back as her brows furrow playfully. What did you do?‘You’re smiling.’So you were.How could you not?Nagato had always been stoic, direct, to the point … and while she could be loving, it was rare to see her so animated and engaged with something that wasn’t just her day-to-day assignment. She was diligent, meticulous and left the nonsense behind when she stepped through into her role as your Sub-Commander.But seeing her here? Like this? She could have been Samidare.>‘It’s just … I’ve never seen this side of you. It just … makes me happy to see that there’s a side of you that’s actually … well, this.’ (Glad)>‘Sorry, uh … didn’t mean to mock you or anything.’ (Apologize)>‘I am not.’ (Deny)>‘Can we talk about something else?’ (Divert)>Write-In
>>2596443>>‘It’s just … I’ve never seen this side of you. It just … makes me happy to see that there’s a side of you that’s actually … well, this.’ (Glad)
>>2596443>‘It’s just … I’ve never seen this side of you. It just … makes me happy to see that there’s a side of you that’s actually … well, this.’ (Glad)
>>2596443>It makes me really happy to learn more about you. Seeing you gush about a car is incredible.
‘No, it’s just’—a small laugh escapes you, the warmth in your chest practically tangible—‘I don’t think that I’ve ever seen this side of you. I … just—hah—it just makes me happy that there’s something that you can actually put your passion towards that isn’t just saddling up for a mission or sitting down to clean up my masses.’‘There’s no passion in that second part, believe me,’ she snorts right back. It’s more than apparent that it was merely in jest, however.‘So are you a motorhead or a gearhead?’You turn to face Kasumi, who had thought it ample time to drop in her inquiries. At Nagato’s slight upward twitch in the lip, it looked like she didn’t mind the question.‘I’m a nut by the standard, if you’ll take it,’ Nagato reveals further, crouching and running a hand over the smooth sheen of the car. ‘I won’t say that I’d be able to hang around with the pros, but I can say that I know enough about my own car to know what she wants.’Kasumi hums knowingly, crossing her arms under her breasts and appraising the silver-grey metal of the car with her own eyes. Nagato stands up, giving her back a slight crick and wearing a content smile, which turns into a bright grin as she turns to face you, her hands now on her hips. You feel your own cheeks heat up, rubbing one side and wearing an awkward half-smile of your own, unsure of how to return it. It was rare to see her this … radiant.If at all.‘So you’ve been putting her back together for the last … couple of weeks?’ Kasumi inquires, her eyes on the hood.‘Since the attack,’ Kasumi returns. ‘It’s been hard managing her and the Vice-Admiral in the same breath, but I’ve been able to get something done every now and then. The trouble he gets into, it’s a miracle that I have enough time and clarity to think a rational response, never mind actually go hunting for parts. It’s a good thing the Admiralty’s actually pretty diverse in their associations—I was even able to get non-stock test parts into the lady over here. Surprisingly, the most time I’ve been able to file in some alone time here is when he’s the one getting a dressing down.’That felt like a jibe.A little.‘Oh, I think I can understand you,’ Kasumi returns, nodding sagely. ‘It’s easier to prepare for things that you’ve already accommodated for, right? I mean … you don’t go around expecting luxuries.’That … might have been one? You don’t know.‘Definitely,’ Nagato sighs, ‘but on the plus side, when he’s doing his work I actually have time to double-box for parts, so he’s not … exactly the full-package troublemaker.’The two girls glance at you, wearing identical grins.Their red eyes flash mischievously …And they look away, again, snickering into their fists.
>>2598316>Address why they're amused>Divert the conversation to another topic (Specify)>Leave>Write-In
>>2598320>Address why they're amused
>>2598320>>Address why they're amusedcome now, we're not that badeven though i know we are
‘What’s so funny?’The both of them hold a knowing gaze, before turning their attention back to you.‘Nothing,’ they chime, letting out an amused noise at the end of the declaration.Their expressions, however, said otherwise.>‘It’s nice to see that the both of you are getting along so well.’>‘Right, so, the Admiral said that you were a little on edge … is everything okay?’>‘How’ve you been coping with the workload? I haven’t checked up on you since.’>‘How was patrol?’>‘Well, I’ll see you back at the barracks—Kasumi, you coming?’>Write-In
>>2598476>‘Right, so, the Admiral said that you were a little on edge … is everything okay?’
>>2598476>>Write-In>Nagato is there something bothering you? ive noticed you've been on edge lately
>>2598476>>‘How’ve you been coping with the workload? I haven’t checked up on you since.’
You decide not to dwell on it. What they thought of you in their spare time was their business … and after talking with Kasumi, you were more aware of your own possible shortcomings (as well as the concurrent). You could address that any other time; you’d come here to check on Nagato. Straying your focus from her and diverting it back to yourself would be diverging from the express purpose of being here. Besides—there was one thing that you were very worried about … and had only been made aware of in the last few hours.‘Nagato,’ you catch her attention, trying to verbalize your concern as well you were able. ‘The Admiral told me that you were a little … on edge lately. Everything okay?’She closes her eyes, letting out a breath, before wearing a small, slightly forced smile. You knew that smile—it was the one that said that whatever it was that you had heard, whatever your concerns were … that she would be the one to handle it on her own terms. Unwilling to rock the boat just yet, however (and miscuing an assumption on the off-chance you were wrong); you elect not to follow up on your suspicions, allowing Nagato to at least explain herself.‘Yeah, just … a little stressed.’>‘You know you can tell me, right? As useless as I am, I think I can at least be shoulder to lean on.’ (Concern)>‘You? Stressed?’ (Joke)>‘Is this … about the Secretary thing?’ (Follow an assumption)>‘If you say so.’ (Drop it)>Write-In
>>2598614>>‘You know you can tell me, right? As useless as I am, I think I can at least be shoulder to lean on.’ (Concern)
>>2598614>>‘You know you can tell me, right? As useless as I am, I think I can at least be shoulder to lean on.’ (Concern)>was it something that i caused thats causing the stress?
>>2598614>‘You know you can tell me, right? As useless as I am, I think I can at least be shoulder to lean on.’ (Concern)
>>2598621This, 4chan atebmy reply too much
‘You know you can tell me, right?’ You try to sound a little light-hearted, trying to ease the eking tension, but not so much that you wanted to communicate that you were making a mockery of her plight. At her lack of response, you continue, ‘As useless as I am, I think that at the very least I can be a shoulder to lean on or have an ear to lend.’Nagato throws up that same disarming smile, rubbing her shoulder and letting out an amused smile, her eyes narrowing as she turns away, her aversion to the topic more than obvious now.‘It’s nothing,’ she says insistently. ‘Just a few kinks of my own that I need to sort out … nothing for you to be concerned about, Comm—Vice-Admiral, sorry.’She was faltering.That was a flag if there ever was.But was it one to keep you away … or one that was a sign for you to take that next step forward?You don’t dare look at Kasumi.She’d never forgive you if you asked her for help here, of all places.>‘If you say so.’ (Drop the subject)>‘You are my concern, Nagato.’ (<3)>‘Well … at the very least, the psych guys could probably help you.’ (Professional)>‘I’ll leave you to it, then.’ (Leave Nagato to her devices)>Write-In
>>2598678>>‘You are my concern, Nagato.’ (<3)not even a choice
>>2598678>‘You are my concern, Nagato.’ (<3)
>>2598678>>‘You are my concern, Nagato.’ (<3)
‘You are my concern, Nagato.’It was one of those moments where you were thankful that your mouth did things faster than what your brain could put into consideration. Nagato’s eyes widen slightly as you find yourself on the spot for a follow-up, the sentence building as your confidence does. Whatever you thought about her professionally, personally, it didn’t change that the Admiral had handed the stripes to his best lieutenant to you for a reason … and one of those reasons definitely wasn’t because you were inclined to brush off anything Nagato held close and in consideration to herself down a professional vacuum and to throw up a salute before being on your merry way.‘Private, professional … whatever it is,’ you pause, biting your bottom lip as you feel the familiar itch under your eyepatch, ‘if you’re not comfortable with telling me, I can get it, but … I want to you to know that if it ever gets too hard, then … I’m here. You don’t have to tell me, of course. I’m not forcing you, but, uh … I care about you. So if you have anything to say, I … I care. That’s … that’s about it. If it’s something—if there’s anything I can do to help, I … I’m willing to do it. Whatever it takes.’‘It’s nothing big, really,’ she insists. ‘At least … not that big.’‘Oh?’Now it’s her turn to hesitate again.‘Comm—Vice-Admiral,’ she coughs into a fist, fidgeting in place as you hear the shuffling of Kasumi’s feet, ‘I, uh …’You decide to give a gentle push.‘What is it Nagato?’‘Why … haven’t you, uh … um …’Her cheeks turn red. She glances at Kasumi before taking a deep breath. You wonder what she has to say. Was it about your evaluation? Was it about the Shaman? Had you screwed up in hesitating in the Secretary affair? Had you been negligent in your duties—‘Why haven’t we … had sex lately?’A screw drops from an elevated position, the sound echoing in the chamber of the room. There’s silence as you stare blankly at your Sub-Commander, who was now clearing her throat and rubbing her arms up and down, as if she had caught herself her own version of the KanMusu chill. Her eyes, however, don’t leave your person, and they look so wide, so big … that you wonder if you’re staring into a pull of truth rather than an innocent inquiry.‘What?’Nice one.Kasumi makes a noise akin to a frog’s final croak, the disgust and disapproval in her glare burning into the side of your head.‘Are you, um … bored of me already?’DON’T SCREW THIS UP, YOU BUFFOON.‘Not that I … expected to exceed a shelf-life, but …’She kicks the tip of her toes into the ground as she trails off, waiting for you to reply.There was no escaping this, was there?>Write-In
>>2598878>hug her>Nagato why would you think that i would ever get bored of you? without you i wouldnt be able to do anything right. i know all thats happened over the last few weeks has kept me busy with trying to keep up but thats no excuse for me ignoring you. im sorry, so very sorry
>>2598969Going for this, also offer makeup sex
You suck in a breath then let it all out in one go, approaching your Sub-Commander with slightly raised arms and … wrap them right around her. There had been that nagging, scratching feeling at the back of your head … but with everything that had happened, you hadn’t even considered that it could have been the warnings of negligence that you had inadvertently ignored. Nagato stiffens in your arms. It’s awkward and a little … over-used, but once in a while, you supposed, having a go-to that was effectively just you wrapping your arms around one of your KanMusu hadn’t grown old just yet.‘I’d never get bored of you,’ you reassure her, tightening your hold. You don’t know how much she’d felt that. ‘I’m sorry that I haven’t been … as attentive as I should’ve been.’‘It’s okay,’ she mumbles into your tops, ‘you’ve been busy too … I’m sorry for bringing it up.’The both of you draw yourself back. She throws up an apologetic look, mirroring yours.‘You don’t have to be scared asking for a little once in a while,’ you offer, trying your best to sound reasonable, despite the content. ‘I … I forget too, you know? I can’t compute everything like you girls can, so … maybe … a little nudge if you’re getting a little antsy?’Nagato laughs, loosening her hold on you but not letting go.‘Sir …’‘I’m serious.’ You are serious. Even if your voice is a little high-pitched.Nagato bites her bottom lip.‘Really?’>‘Absolutely.’ (Cheerful)>‘If the time and the place fits …’ (Calculative)>‘Well … maybe a heads-up.’ (Hesitant)>‘Well … no.’ (Deny)>Write-In
>>2599217>‘Absolutely.’ (Cheerful)And the captcha was cars lol
>>2599217>>‘Absolutely.’ (Cheerful)>we could do it tonight if you want>or do it right here if you want
>>2599217>Absolutely. I've been meaning to talk to you since I went inland with Tenryuu. I found something that I think you would find interesting, but only managed to gain a bit of focus on you after the Admiral nudged me.
>>2599251Go for it.
There’s no doubt in your mind.If there was anything you could do to keep her—keep them—happy, you’d do it. That’s what you’d lived by the last two months … and for as long as they would have you—as long as Nagato would have you—it’s what you’d abide by them. In the scheme of things, it was just as advertised.You protected their smiles.And they’d protect you.‘Absolute—’You couldn’t move.There is a firm grip on your ribs. Not quite painful, but definitely more than enough to keep you from squirming about in place. You grunt slightly, trying to move, but your Sub-Commander’s thumbs and fingers were holding strongly enough that you felt that you were caught in a strange vice. You look down at Nagato, puzzled by the sudden development … and finding her eyes wide and manic, boring deep into your own working one.‘N-Nagato?’‘I’m sorry, I really can’t wait any longer.’‘H-Hang on a sec! Kasumi’s still—’You hear the faint sound of an unzipping dress and the rustle of a fallen coat.And as Nagato’s apologetic—yet unrepentant and filthily lustful—lips kiss the crook of your neck, the only thing you can squeak out is a prayer of hope: one that entailed your spine being in working order by the time that they were done … and that the garage was made to be soundproof.As you shiver from Kasumi’s breath on your ear, you decide you weren’t going to hold your breath for either, however.END DAY 59
I apologize in advance to>>2599260>>2599285For some reason the [auto] didn't show your votes and I just typed up seeing the 2-1.
>>2598878>DON’T SCREW THIS UP, YOU BUFFOON.thanks nee-san>>2599251Will we ever show her?