>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>Buy Me A Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/CnaZ3B8yg>Discord: https://discord.gg/DXsehSp‘Shitty taste in men, huh? Not entirely wrong.’You try to make it sound as cool as you can manage. Instead, you find yourself almost wincing at the fact it was more akin to a nerd in rimmed glasses trying to show off he was hot stuff at the popular girls’ table than anything else. The girls’ reactions are plain to see … or not. Shimakaze’s face is as blank as always, Naganami’s forced smile makes you feel like a total tool and Maya juts out her bottom lip as if trying to give a witty comeback to someone who’d pretty much finished themselves off by the third word.Nachi’s reaction amounts to a thinned line that was once her mouth and a flat glare.Appropriate, really. There was going to be a dead body somewhere.You could see the crime scene now. Policemen and investigators rolling their eyes and taking off their hats in one last bit of respect to the dead existence that was once alive: your suaveness.If it was ever alive, of course. Poor thing had been on tether hooks for years now.‘It’s not polite to listen on in, Comm—Vice-Admiral, sir,’ Naganami comments, trying her best to sound kind.‘I just caught that last part,’ you utter defensively. A complete and total lie, of course, but you needed something to cover those tracks. It works well enough; only Shimakaze’s flat stare gives your heels the urge to curdle up and die in a pool of your own liquefied manhood.‘Right,’ Nachi starts, turning her back to you and facing Naganami. ‘Naganami, do you mind taking these?’‘Oh?’ she sounds … before letting out a snicker that reminds you much too much of those gossipy middle-aged women down the road. She sneaks a look, peeking out from Nachi’s form, sparing you a glance that has you adjusting a non-existent collar.‘Can you?’She relieves your Heavy Cruiser of her things, grinning ear-to-ear. ‘Of course,’ she replies, giving a small nod and practically skating away … but not before giving you one last look. ‘Oya-oya.’The other two follow quickly, leaving you with—‘Vice-Admiral.’—Nachi.‘You wanted to see me?’
>>3198982>'Bold of you to come to that assumption.' (Abrasive)>'Am I that predictable?' (Amused)>'Actually, I was just passing by.' (Cool)>'Uh, yeah.' (Direct)>Write-In
>>3198988>>'Am I that predictable?' (Amused)
>>3198982>>'Am I that predictable?' (Amused)
>>3198988>'Uh, yeah.' (Direct)
‘Am I that predictable?’ you sound out, rubbing the back of your neck.‘We’ve shared ourselves on a spiritual level for weeks now,’ Nachi comments snappily, crossing her arms. ‘When you consider that I’m designed to memorize and anticipate enemy patterns within seconds, you don’t think that I’d be able to pin-point your habits within a considerable length of exposure, sir?’‘Good point,’ you concede, smiling wryly. It earns you a small smirk and a shake of the head; one of amusement rather than condescension, mind.‘But if I may comment further, sir,’ she continues, a light chortle sounding from her lips. ‘I suggest that if you must eavesdrop … you be a bit more subtle about it.’You let out a sigh, unwilling to follow up on her words. You didn’t come here to pick a fight … and you certainly didn’t come here to argue about a little white lie. It’s not even about who Nachi was—who Nachi is—to you. You’d been caught before … and while her words certainly didn’t directly chastise you for your little habit, it’s hard to argue against her point.Experience in subterfuge or no, you were terrible at stealth.‘That obvious?’‘No,’ Nachi comments … and gives your butt a hearty smack.You stare at her, wide-eyed.That … stung.‘But,’ she goes on, giggling behind a closed fist, ‘I’d recognize that round butt anywhere.’>Write-In
>>3199070>Why, thank you, nachi, yours is lovely too
>>3199091This. We ever we go we must womanize.
>>3199091i honestly cant think of anything to respond to getting our ass smackedso i guess i'll support this
>>3199096>>3199100I took certain to at least give you one appealing physical attribute. Unfortunately, it's your big round butt.
>>3199070>>3199091Pleas also give hers a squeeze or caress
You rub your sore tush, unwilling to contest her claim. As uncertain as you were—as you are—about how exactly to the fact that your butt had just been slapped—groped—by a woman of Nachi’s stature, there is no doubt in your mind that she’d meant that as a positive. You’re not sure if you were a man with his eye on the curve on a woman’s behind when adjudging attributes, but you’d take physical validation however you got it, especially after more than twenty years of indifference and turn-downs.Still, you had to say something back.‘Yours isn’t bad either.’It sounded better in your head.No, it didn’t.It did.Nachi nods mechanically, tossing loose strands of her hair back.‘Thank you,’ she answers, looking up and closing her eyes. The slight maroon is unmistakable, however. ‘It’s to be expected, of course, considering how … thorough you were with it. It must be … quite appealing to you, as a human male.’You blink.Was Nachi trying to make … small talk?‘I, uh … really don’t know what to say to that,’ you return, wearing a small smile, still uncertain. It’s one thing to be led in into a conversation; it’s another thing entirely to have Nachi the one doing the leading and you willingly following. As much as you’d both shared that time in the showers, there—‘Is the volume sufficient? Or do you prefer one with more meat? Like Nagato’s and Takao’s?’That’s when you realize you’d rather be in a land mine.>‘Is that a precise inquiry or are you just fishing for compliments?’ (Blunt)>‘Does it bother you if you have less or more?’ (Exasperated)>‘Nachi, this isn’t the sort of thing you discuss in public.’ (Deny)>‘It’s … hard to … gauge.’ (Honest)>Try to distract her from the conversation (Roll a 1d6 each)>Write=In
>>3199171>>Write-In"I'm not sure. I have to gauge again."Playfully grab her buns and lightly run over em.
>>3199171>>‘It’s … hard to … gauge.’ (Honest)>>I Mean Nachi is certainly not lacking in that department, and girls like Houshou with more subtle curves have their own appeal and work with what they have to great effect.It may seem like a cop out but i think it might be decent to give a explination on the subtleties of curves.
>>3199171>>Write-In>while Nagato's and Takao's butts have their fine points there is something special about a firm toned booty that is hard to put into words
>>3199171NachiYour butt is absolutely lovely, no ifs or anythingThe *whole* you is lovelyIt needs no change or anything
>>3199173>>3199175>>3199177Why are there so many write-ins?
>>3199178cause half us dont know how to respond properly to this conversation
>>3199190Instead of half id use just about everyone, but works, too
Decided to read thru this quest while I waited for another Ashes thread. Unfortunate what happened, any news on that front? But, just wanted to say you've done some good stuff. I've enjoyed the read. One question thou, Did you upload the bit between the commander Kaga with Akashi watching? They happened to become my favorite girls and I didn't see anything for it.
>>3199203that notebook that has all the Ashes stuff has to be around Mechs house somewhere
>>3199203I actually lost the Ashes bible. I took a whole few months off writing up the whole world in ink and possible pathways, gear, personnel, everything. I don't know where I put it. Not the files, the actual physical book I filled out and my references for what encounter. All I have left are character reference portraits and pictures of which character is supposed to be which. As much as it's my fault for being a pissy fuck, losing the Ashes of Rhysode bible has pretty much killed that quest. I can try to start it up again, but it'll have to be from scratch.
>>3199210and i grantee you that if you did start Ashes over again, you would find the notebook 3 threads in
>>3199213Don't you wish that evil on me.
>>3199215thats just how it works man
>>3199210Yeah, read that in the last shipgirl thread. Damn fucking shame. Wish you luck in finding it, and your recent health issues as well. Thou I've one question if you aren't afraid to spoil now. With the main character's empire having mobile suits, was there any chance we would have gotten some unique bot like a gundam? Like with that key we paided an arm and a leg?
>>3199223dont think we would have gotten a gundamit was all about them glorious regular suitsGOUF FOR LIFE
>>3199223Actually ... yeah. I think I can answer questions about Ashes now, since it's pretty much dead. If you got some money down the line you would have been able to follow up on the "junk key" that you found in storage by talking to more consultants, which would have brought you to an abandoned station. However, you could have only ACCESSED it by playing the sound of "happy children", which you could have only gotten by--you guessed it--paying the hospital a visit and putting on a show.In there you would have found a Royal Defender, which would have been a "space worthy" mech. It's pic-related, visually.
>>3199226A Gouf custom was my dream bot for us to ride in. That, or some kinda Tallgeese. But I won't take up more time from boat girls. Have fun guys.
>>3199229SincerelyThe station and its origins intereses me more than the mech
>>3199229>>3199234Oh Muh God?! Find that fucking book! I'll fly out to help you look!
>>3199236Not that we could have enter it the good wayWe whould probably decided to blow up/rip open the door or a wall
>>3199238gonna have to wait now anonwait for Mech's world building creativity to work its magic once again
>>3199238It's not a TOP tier Mech, mind. That's one of those "oh shit I found this awesome weapon on Disc One" things.
>>3199236>>3199237A cell of engineers that decided that the Emperor (The current one's Father) was a dictator and a warmonger and that they refused to work for him any further. Whether he was or not I can't remember, but they were commissioned to make the next batch of "Royal Defender" Mechs, so what they did was just quit their jobs and went somewhere. No one knows. It's basically an abandoned space factory, and you'd find the one Royal Defender that was still working, code-named "Mustang".
>>3199252My friend. You posted Tallgeese. It may be mediocre, average, or lackluster compared to the competition. But that doesn't stop it from being pure sex.
>>3199252i like those weapons, fun to use but they do have their downsideslike that Wyvern tail sword in Dark Souls 1hella strong but it hindered you more then helped you cause it was a crutch
>>3199258WellId say that the factory is worth more than a fancy mech
>>3199260>hella strong but it hindered you more then helped you cause it was a crutchThat's The Mustang's purpose. To add insult to injury, the name was acquired by a Trade House and sold. So in-quest I had this in-joke about every time you called YOUR Mech a "Mustang", Emilio would have put his hand out to collect some money.
>>3199262damn Space Jews
>>3199258>>3199262I would have suggested we named it Eleanor.
>>3199263I will never deny claims that I am hack, through and through. I steal what I like and I put it in if I do. Space Jews, Space Rednecks, Space House of Baratheon.
>>3199267I allways thought space colony guys where space gypsies
>>3199270No, you're more of a Space Redneck. One of those "I don't trust the Government, but I trust my gun and my rights". Colony Ships don't like anyone that tramples on "their" rights. You're also known mechanical whizzes and are content not belonging to the Empire or the Republic, for the most part. Structure-wise, they have more in common with Fallout's Vaults than anything else.
>>3199270>Space Redneck/Gypsy hybridtruly terrifying combo
Not knowing what else to do, you raise your hands and give a guilty smile.After all, what else could you do but profess?‘As much as I enjoy a firm handful,’ you begin to respond, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks (the ones on your face), ‘there’s something about tone and texture that … well, that I guess I can say that it’s an appeal that I can understand.’It’s awkward.It’s even more awkward that despite her previous apprehension to the topic (from her conversation with Naganami and Maya), Nachi showed no such restraint when talking to you. Maybe it was just that because it was you … there was no need for it. KanMusu approaches were—are—in a word, strange. Every time they went out of their element, it was as though they were … probing or playing trial and error. This rang true with Takao, Shigure … and doubly true with Kaga and Houshou, despite their claims as the closest possible cusp to humanity.Nachi doesn’t bother to hide her amusement at your words, however.‘It’s amazing to me that it’s so easy for humans to be charmed by a physical attribute,’ she says, smirking and placing her hands on her hips. ‘You live as though appeal to sex is an indicator for breeding performance.’You cough into an empty fist … much to her amusement.‘I kinda regret that I’m not able to bear your offspring. It would’ve given it more meaning, no?’You cover your face with your hands.‘Nachi …’She tilts her head, as if … puzzled.‘What?’>Write-In
>>3199275For a mechanical whizz, we dint show to be much of one
>>3199278wat? we showed that plenty of time in quest
>>3199277>>Write-In>while sex is about making children or feeling good depending on the situation, there is more to it then that Nachi, its about the feelings both people have for each other
>>3199277AllrightHere goes nothing>Nachi, i want to be with you, it matters very little to me if you are human, shipgirl or whateverI want to be with you, because you are nachi, not baby making machine
>>3199286Welp, typo>Not some babymaking machine
>Pop in just to see if there was any Ashes news>it's deadwhy must every decent mech quest die?
>>3199334cause life hates usleast with Ashes theres a good reason and there's a chance it can be rebootedunlike Mecha Space pirate quest
>>3199334Because I'm a scatterbrain and I don't know where I placed a bright green 240 page notebook with my name and a KanColle sticker on it. Plus, there are no good MECHANIC quests. You can ask anyone.
>>3199277>I suppose it would make the appeal more valuable from an evolutionary perspective, but that doesn’t diminish the appeal any. And besides, there is so much more precious about you than just your butt, marvelous as it is.
I was going to run last night, but my grandparents caught me. I honestly feel like they still think I'm 13 instead of 30. Both me AND my sister.
>>3200317cant beat Granny
Our relationships with our girls in a nutshellhttps://youtu.be/uuBETyA_yxc
session in a bit lads>>3200450>not posting the Ricardo verisonanon pls
>>3200773I said with our girls, not an oiled man in a speedo.
You let out a sigh.Despite having resigning yourself to the reality of it all, it feels a little … no, it feels very awkward to have to … correct the girls on their perspectives sometimes. Not that they were wrong about it; on the contrary, what Nachi just said had a very technical and specific assumption as a basis. A basis that, as you had said, wasn’t wrong. The problem was, though, that KanMusu, if you had a gun to your head and told to draw your own outline and conclusion, seemed to have a tendency to view things with a set numerical or scientific … value, for lack of better word. It was like they were seeing the world in a format of binary if-thens.‘There’s no exact science to it,’ you declare, feeling as though you were opening a ten pound lexicon from the crooks of your brain. You promise to never doubt your high school teachers again, jerks or not. This was what they probably had to deal with, ticking and circling essays all day, a glass of wine probably helping them make sense where there was none to be found.‘Oh?’But none of them were probably given an assignment to argue for or against the appeal of a tush against the wider view of an individual’s appeal.‘I can’t say that it’s not something that I dislike,’ you go on, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks and the socket under your eyepatch practically turning into magma. ‘I’m just, uh … oh man, uh … look, Nachi!’You put both hands on her shoulders.‘Y-Yes?’She doesn’t fight back.‘Just to get things out of the way, your butt is very,’ you pause, trying to find your tongue again. You’d lost it in that blitz of words. ‘It doesn’t define you, if that’s what you’re saying.’‘But it does … arouse you.’‘Nachi, you arouse me,’ you declare, feeling exasperated. ‘Not just because you’re—wait, we’re straying from the point here.’‘No, I think I like this straying you’re doing.’Her playful tone snitches a string. ‘This coming from someone who sees a mating ritual as ego validation?’‘I didn’t say I disagreed with every aspect,’ she counters, smiling softly, ‘but I think I’m beginning to see why we gravitate towards you despite lacking in said attributes.’‘Wait, hang on … we?’‘Professionally, of course,’ Nachi clarifies hurriedly, taking as neutral a tone as she could manage. ‘I’m still … I’m not Takao, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m curious, but it’s purely —’‘For curiosity’s sake,’ you breathe out.‘Right.’Your hands slide down from her shoulders. That felt quite … well, it gives you a mix of emotions. That’s all you can really say about it.‘But if you asked—’You raise a hand, cutting her off. You’d learned some prescience, too.‘I … get it, Nachi.’
>>3200976>'So that makes us friends now, then?' (Open up)>'You know, I'm beginning to realize that I'm probably in the same mire of taste as the other shmucks with a Y chromosome.' (Tired)>'Does Myoukou have anything to do with it?' (Press)>'To business, then.' (Push topic away)>Write-InThat last ten or so lines was very hard to write. The first draft came off like she was friendzoning you, the second like she was rejecting you aggressively and I needed about four type-ups of the last hundred words to come up with what I feel like is the sweet spot for awkward "not saying no, not saying yes, but stick around" without making her sound like a bitch.
>>3200982so like a friends with benefits thing? i can see how that would be hard to write well
>>3200982>>'To business, then.' (Push topic away)i was gonna ask the Myoukou question and then i remembered the important thing that she and VA were a thingand now remember our giant fuck up with the VA while he was hung over
>>3200982>'Does Myoukou have anything to do with it?' (Press)
>>3200982>'To business, then.' (Push topic away)
>>3201002and also remember that Nachi hates the VA cause all her sisters died under him if i remember correctly
>>3201018i am 70% sure this is correcti got like 30 of the old threads pulled up in a window right now
>>3200982That's not easy writing but I think you did a good job with that
>>3200982>>'So that makes us friends now, then?' (Open up)
I have one thing to do right now and I will do it: I am so fucking sorry. I actually thought I'd updated the Tasks and NPC Perception enough that at worst it was only a month behind. I didn't think I'd neglected enough of it to account for a whole half year of backlogs. I'm getting right on it. Meantime, session in 45 minutes.
You don’t want to pursue it any further than you already did. As you take a step back, the first thing that falls on you is your environment, your … threshold, so to speak. As much as the Admiral had endorsed your more liberal bouts of conduct, at the end of the day—even if it was still a weekend—it remained that your status as her direct superior, her Vice-Admiral, remained unchanged. You still had some protocol to follow, even when relaxed, and with the greetings and casual talk out of the way (and your temperance restored), you take to your role.Even if you look more like a beleaguered section chief than a paramilitary organization officer doing it right now.‘Well, uh, to business then,’ you declare, scratching an itch at the back of your head. You’d come looking for her to settle a few matters concerning her, after all. There is no reason to delay any longer.Shuffling about your words anymore than you already had would render your purpose moot. You chose to come here by initiative, not wait for her to get back to the barracks for a chat.‘Right.’ Nachi nods, furrowing her brows slightly and crossing her arms over her chest, eyes on you with what you can only describe as a light of professional anticipation.You decide to get to it.>‘I found this back during my trip to Headquarters … thought it might be more relevant to you than an old book.’ (Ashigara’s Bookmark)>‘How’s the special tactics training going?’>‘What’s the mood been like lately? With the KanMusu, I mean.’>‘What do you think of recent developments with the Admiralty?’>‘If you don’t mind me asking, I’d like to ask more about your past; you were part of an Ops squad, right?’>‘You okay? It’s been a stressful time for all of us lately.’>‘I should go.’>Write-In
>>3202634>>‘How’s the special tactics training going?’
>>3202634>>‘I found this back during my trip to Headquarters … thought it might be more relevant to you than an old book.’ (Ashigara’s Bookmark)>>3202642NO THIS ENDS NOW
>>3202634>‘I found this back during my trip to Headquarters … thought it might be more relevant to you than an old book.’ (Ashigara’s Bookmark)
>>3202634>>‘I found this back during my trip to Headquarters … thought it might be more relevant to you than an old book.’ (Ashigara’s Bookmark)
Sorry, had to jet quickly and didn't even have a chance to o explain. It's Friday prayers. I have to sort out the charity handouts in my cousin's stead because I forgot he was still in Langkawi. I'll run as soon as I get back.
It’d almost slipped your mind.Now, however, was as good a time as any.‘I found this from back when I was called for my tribunal,’ you start, feeling around your pockets … and pulling out the worn bookmark. Nachi furrows her brows in confusion as you hold it with your thumb and index finger, spying the curious item in your possession; there is no light familiarity in her eyes, no glimpse of surprise. Confusion, yes … but not much else. You pray you hadn’t guessed wrong and picked up some other Ashigara’s bookmark out. It wasn’t as if someone couldn’t go by that—Nachi tilts her head.‘Is that a tag?’It’s your turn to adopt the frown. Your immediate response—one that doesn’t quite jump off the tip of your tongue—is a dry, witty and literal one. Thankfully, however, your measure of restraint had somewhat grown since your appointment as her Commander, and you’re able to keep your attitude in check. You’d grown quite fond of your girls … and in this delicate state of relationship limbo, the last thing you wanted was to jeopardize any of that. Paranoia, probably, if your self-assessment held any water … but as always, better safe than sorry.You remember how she reacted to bringing up her deceased sisters last time all too well.‘It’s a bookmark,’ you clarify, gesturing for her to take it. She does so, albeit with her face stuck in that expression of confusion from before; you’d probably only raised her puzzlement. Seeing no other way, you gesture for her to flip it the other way. ‘Flip it over.’She does … and immediately goes ashen.Silence.One that you take as a positive.‘I found it in one of the books in the HQ rec room,’ you elaborate, explaining the circumstances as to how the object came into your possession with a small bit of pride; you’d done something right for a change, after all. ‘I remember that one of your sisters went by that name so I thought that … rather than having it just left forgotten between some pages in some old storage area or library, I’d—Her thumbs meet on the edge of the piece of cheap laminated cardboard, the azaleas peeking from the gap between finger and thumb, half of Ashigara’s name barely visible from the nooks of her sister’s hands. Nachi’s face is solemn, stoic. Her eyes adopt that same shine of irritation and distaste that you’d seen before. There is an … odd waft of something in the air. Thick and invasive, it feels as though it rakes against your skin. Your gaze is focused, half-obscured by the object you’d just handed her. The bookmark is held up by your Heavy Cruiser, finger and thumb dangling it right in front of you like some paper talisman.And she begins tearing it …>Stop her>Don’t stop her
>>3203171>>Stop her"Nachi, whoa!"
>>3203171>>Stop heroh boy, time for Nachi's character quest peopletime for us to pull another fuckin miracle out somehow
>>3203180Akagi is a solution, just saying. Fedora-tipping is a known cure.
>>3203181aye it may be a cure but the person becomes an insufferable annoyance with their >having relationships is so insert word herestatements
right ladsideas as to why Nachi is tearing the bookmarkneed some ideas to theorize abouti got 2>bookmark was a gift to Wolf from VA or some other dude>it reminds her too much of her sisterlast one is the most obvious one per standard
>>3203194Gut says its the memory of herThat she is hurt by the memory of them and all thatAlso if memory serves it was myoko who dated VA, not ashigaraDo we remember what kind of book did we get the bookmark from?
>>320320290% sure it was a cheesy romance novellemme checkpretty sure i have that thread pulled up
‘What the—’You’re on her as fast as an eagle diving for its prey. Hands on wrists with as tight as a grip can manage, you wince as you practically feel her restraint chipping away at your attempt at pacification. No, not practically. Literally. You can feel it, like a locking mechanism, in slow motion, unclasping and twirling. Floodgates lifted, you clasp your hands tighter around hers, bending the bookmark in her hands but otherwise saving it from a grislier fate. You push and pull her hands down, gritting your teeth and hissing as your own irritation shoots through the iris of your one human visual receptor … and the other one pulses in a manner that you’re all too familiar with. Nachi’s brows crease into a frown as both sets of feet squeak in your attempt at pacification. There are words that threaten to leave your mouth, many of them that you believed would result in you having two front teeth less.‘What do you think you’re doing?’Some emotions, however, have a way of just boiling their way up.You’re not sure if you’re talking about yourself or Nachi with that thought.‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she shoots right back; you contort your features in confusion, your panic overtaken.‘I asked first!’She doesn’t reply. The slight crumpling sound below has you prompting a pre-emptive action of your own.‘It’s your sister’s, isn’t it?’‘Yes.’Her answer is blunt; cold; matter-of-fact; distant. There’s no emotion present, but the crease on her forehead and the twitch in the corner of her lips tells you that there’s nothing more than it would like to do than be.‘What do you think you’re doing, then?’ you repeat, hissing your reply. If she wasn’t willing to be irritated by this development openly, then it was just room for you to move in. ‘If you don’t want anything to do with it, then give it back. I’m sure I can find someone else who’d like one unbent page corner.’She narrows her eyes.Good; there’s some degree of investment there, at least.‘Uh, everything okay?’The both of you turn to your right. It is the man who was under his desk, holding a box of his belongings; files and stationery making a wooden jingle. Your reactions are immediate. Your hands leave Nachi’s; she takes a step back.‘We’re good,’ you reply quickly, trying to control the damage as much as you can manage. ‘Uh, just … well, uh … I’m just trying out KanMusu heat regulation for myself. Did you know that they can adjust their body temperature to optimum degrees?’‘Uh … don’t care.’He walks away.Rude.His intrusion, however, had given you that needed stopgap. You spy the item on the floor, bent with a slight tear, snatching it back up before Nachi so much as thinks about it.‘Sir.’She turns on her heel.>Stop her>Allow her to walk>Write-In
>>3203710Ask her to wait. Softly.
>>3203710>Before you rip it up. Can you at least give me a explanation?
(Why do I care about it? Because I care about YOU, and seeing you upset like this is painful.)
‘Nachi, wait.’She stops. You dare not say anything more, lest you break your (perceived) momentum. Questions race through your mind at the speed of sound as you fumble sentences and approaches, hoping that at the very least, at the lowest of valleys, you’d at least get an answer.Nachi glances over her shoulder in her pause of movement, quite possibly considering her next action; a response.Then as if you hadn’t called out to her at all, she begins walking away once more.>Write-In
>>3205244>>Nachi you trusted me enough to not run away from the mission with you and Musashi, why cant you trust me enough to at least tell me why you dont wanna talk about this?holy shit chrome stop fuckin having a stroke on me
>>3205256I don't understand this course of action. Are you just trying to speak with her or are you actually getting up close and personal. This feels like something you say face-to-face, but you didn't type any corresponding action. Do I assume you're just yelling at her back?
>>3205289up close and personalwould be worthless otherwise
Sorry guys, I was "you know what"-ed again.
Running in a bit. Going over some notes to make sure I don't have character inconsistencies that I have to make up for.
It’s like some surreal, melodramatic, badly-acted romance film of old. You couldn’t have thought up a more corny way to go about this: marching right up to the retreating back of a pony-tailed woman who probably had an earful stored up and loaded, you side-step and maneuver yourself past her shoulder with one swift motion … only to find her side-stepping you in return. Nachi doesn’t want to talk to you. In executing this action, in giving in to your stubborn persistence, you only denigrate her choice. You force her out of her comfort zone and into the firing line, clasping a hand on her shoulder and glaring at her with your one good eye. A wordless warning, a low growl, escapes from her throat. It’s really just too bad for her, though … that at times like this, gambling was a tendency that you gravitated to.Pushing your luck was one habit that you’d developed over the course of your stay in Yokosuka.‘Nachi—’She wants no part of your pursuit, unwilling to comply at the call of her name.‘Vice-Admiral, if—’‘You said that something changed between us back out there on the field,’ you start, trying to maintain as even a tone as you could manage. ‘If it’s change enough for you to put trust in me, then why can’t you at least have some confidence to communicate just what the problem is.’‘Because it’s not your problem,’ she retorts, coldly and dismissively, shrugging your hand off her shoulder. ‘I made my decision when it came to this sort of thing before you came along … and just like you, I intend on following it to the letter.’You’re not convinced.‘Pardon me if I feel like I deserve full answer.’She narrows her eyes.‘You don’t deserve anything,’ she hisses right back, sticking a finger underneath your nose as she contorted her features into an ugly scowl.Still, you remain undeterred … much to your surprise.But.There was always a but to these things.‘Maybe,’ you return softly, glancing away from her and feeling the crumpled piece of paper in your hands. ‘That doesn’t mean that you don’t either, you know?’‘A whole lot of assumptions there, sir,’ Nachi states coldly. You’d worn out her patience eons ago, judging by her tone.You run a hand through your hair. You feel like you’re getting nowhere with this; a cursory feel of the piece of paper in your left hand has you reminding yourself that you were jeopardizing your relationship with Nachi on the existence of the bookmark and the insistence of an explanation she doesn’t feel you deserved.At the same time, though, it was visible to see how hurt she was, behind that anger.But … was it at you?Always a but.
>>3212135>'I'll do the honors, then.' (Call her bluff)>'Just take it.' (Insist on giving her the bookmark)>Leave her be>Write-InDo you lose another ship because of your lack of insight? Find out next on Shipgirl Commander! In all seriousness, numbnuts, why the fuck did you choose not to ask the Vice-Admiral more about the Myoukou situation? Could have helped more here.
>>3212144i regret that choice very much now
>>3212144right lads what do you think?
>>3212169I think you're the only one playing, man.
>>3212177we're talking it over in the serveri just it put that there for the thread lurkers
>>3212177Yup. We must think so we don't ruin everything. Again.
>>3212193>RE 2i see you are a man of culture
25 minutes, no votes. Extension of 10.
>>3212156Tearing it up would be a good choice for me, at least, or at least try to bluff with it.
>>3212144>>'Just take it.' (Insist on giving her the bookmark)fuck it, if i learned anything from this quest, is that we need to stand our ground and not give inwe fuck up the most when we're wish washy
>>3212144>'I'll do the honors, then.' (Call her bluff)
>>3212144>>'Just take it.' (Insist on giving her the bookmark)
>>3212144>'Just take it.' (Insist on giving her the bookmark)>Write-In“I thought you’d want a momento of your sister... but if you still want to tear it up, inwont stop you again.”
>>3212218>>3212220Flipped the coin. Already got the prompt up. Short and sweet.>>3212224Sorry dude.
>>3212229welp we fucked up
>>3212228well, the vote is for another option, but I would like for the write-in to be added at least.
And in your case … you’re all too willing to push back.‘I’ll do the honors, then,’ you declare sarcastically. The piece of paper is held up in her face, your fingers following her previous movement—And she snatches it right of your hand.No words. No insults. Just a full-on glare and a small sense of satisfaction you successfully keep.Neither of you speak.>‘You want to talk now?’ (Pry, Softly)>‘Oh, now you want it.’ (Irritated)>‘You done playing the itch or do you want me to string it along a little more?’ (Sarcastic, Pry)>Leave her be>Write-In>>3212218>>3212224>>3212228Wow. The coin saved your asses. lol Captcha is fucking slow to load, though. Anyone else?
>>3212218>>3212224>>3212228Just to repeat: this was the wrong option. You guys literally won this on a coin toss due to the fact I'm a strict GM and won't break my own rules when it comes to time limits.
>>3212237>>‘You want to talk now?’ (Pry, Softly)and yes Captcha is slowfor once i am glad that i am wrong
>>3212241Honestly, this was blind luck on you guys. I'm salty as a GM, but I'm too proud to win on leniency. If I game over you guys, it's going to be by my own machinations. Also, I'll never get tired of saying this: when you go through the motions to ease a conversation out of someone and choose NOT to do it, don't yell at me when suddenly it becomes applicable and you DON'T have the information that that conversation could have given.
>>3212237>‘You want to talk now?’ (Pry, Softly)>>3212240Reverse psychology always work.
>>3212250we do shit like this way too oftenwe'll do good and be vigilant for a while and then we start to get lazy and not pay attention to something and it comes and bites us in the asslike this
>>3212237>>‘You want to talk now?’ (Pry, Softly)
>>3212237>‘You want to talk now?’ (Pry, Softly)
‘You want to talk now?’She doesn’t reply. Nachi’s gaze, her expression, all of her non-verbal language in this instance is … puzzling, to say the least. You’d expected to be socked in the jaw four seconds ago. If she was running a train, the station master would have probably written down quite a few strikes. A hiss of breath, a twitch of her shoulder; quite frankly, it’s a much more frightening experience than facing down a Fairy Magic-laden Senator. It’s just the two of you now, here on the weekend. Nachi’s co-workers had disappeared past the corner down the hall, probably sorting out the last shadows of work before heading off to a well-earned rest. That sole weekend worker had jogged off in disinterest. The evening sun stretches out its final rays, setting down for the moon to take the stage.Still, she doesn’t speak.‘Look, I wasn’t really gonna—I mean,’ you stutter, trying to cram something together to break the uncomfortable silence. ‘I wasn’t … really gonna tear it, you know? I just—I didn’t know what else to do.’She doesn’t seem to be listening, eith—‘I should’ve expected that, I guess,’ she lets out quietly, a small sigh released into the cold air in tandem. A wry smile etches itself upon her features as she lifts the object in her hands up, running her thumbs along the wrinkled cardboard surface. ‘I overestimated you.’Despite it most probably not being a jibe of any sort … you can’t help but try to apologize.‘I’m sorry if I,’ you pause again, biting your bottom lip. ‘Look, I … I should’ve dropped it when it upset you. I shouldn’t have …’As you trail off, Nachi’s eyes shift from the bookmark to the evening scene, barely visible outside the shaded windows.‘It’s very hard for any of us to actually get attached to anything in this world,’ she starts, much to your surprise. ‘With how transient everything is … you don’t really bother with anything until you’re pretty much force to to keep yourself from going insane.’‘That’s what we have hobbies for, you know?’‘It’s not the kind of tedium that you define it by … Vice-Admiral,’ she lets out quietly. ‘We live for battle. I think that on some level, in accepting the truth of the transience, it’s … I guess I can say that when you obsess enough with your work, you tend to look at everything else as a distraction.’You frown. That’s what you’d just said, in effect.‘Ashigara, she … she found some solace in her books,’ Nachi continues, biting her bottom lip. ‘She’d always have some new hundred-pager with frayed corners by her rest unit or bed to pick up or go back to.’She runs her thumbs over the surface of the bookmark.‘I told her it was a waste of time.’
>>3212485>Silently nod and prompt>'Hundred pagers? You mean those ... trashy romance and pulp novels?'>'What's so bad about finding a hobby?'>'You're being melodramatic.'>Write-In
>>3212487>Silently nod and promptLet the lady talk
>>3212487>>Silently nod and prompt
>>3212487>>Silently nod and promptfirst vote for this year, its only when im sick that i get a chance to vote again
>>3212487>Silently nod and prompt
You nod.Nachi’s gaze lingers on the bookmark. A conflicted expression falls upon her, a hesitancy and a drive meshing together to cause her brows to crease and her lip to tremble. Despite yourself, you can’t help but observe her countenance. As temperamental as she could get at times—especially as a KanMusu—there was always a measure of control when it came to KanMusu emotions. As the others had stated; as the experts had declared and from the mouth of the girls themselves, it was all, in theory, simulated, adapted behavior over actual, natural progression of emotional maturity.Which made Nachi’s demeanor all the more frightening.‘But this was … this was definitely hers.’You nod again.‘It was rare for KanMusu to have interest in … anything, really,’ she repeats. ‘Living for the mission, dying for your sake … I don’t think that a lot of us thought about inserting anything in between, for the most part. Among the non-Carriers, at least. Call it protocol or inhibitions or whatever, I … didn’t see a purpose in it myself. You’re not really encouraged to find an external interest. Mission, psych evaluation, repairs, retooling … and opening your eyes at the crack of dawn to take another shell to the face.’She half-wrinkles her nose, snorting.‘She’d probably be laughing seeing me like this,’ Nachi continues, this time with a genuine chuckle. ‘Picking up her bad habits of all the things.’‘Huh?’Her cheeks turn red as she shakes her head.‘Nothing, just …’She bellows like a horse, grumbling under her breath.‘I,’ Nachi pauses again, scratching the top of her head. ‘I don’t know, I guess we get hit by boredom sooner or later … either that, or those books are just as bad as the old Commander said they were. Can’t believe I fell into that trap. That’s just like me.’You frown, raising your hand just as she sets both of hers down. ‘Hang on, you kinda … you lost me. Mind winding back again?’‘I guess I couldn’t help it either,’ she continues, albeit with a reluctance in her voice. ‘We’re sisters, so it might’ve just been a programmed flaw or something.’‘Still lost.’‘Ashigara sort of … rubbed her habit off on me,’ Nachi confesses, a low, threatening growl in her voice (Which sounded odd coupled with the red tint that her face decided to adopt). ‘I was just fine having a routine of missions and downtime, but … well, I guess there’s more of a bridge between our tendencies and habits than I’d like to admit there, yeah.’You frown, now feeling irritated yourself. ‘You’re treating reading as though it’s a vice. Relax.’She sighs. ‘I don’t know, I just … I didn’t know that you humans could … put those words to paper, I suppose. That romanticism, it’s … charming, in a way.’Charming?>[Disgusted noise]>‘And corny as Hell.’>Prompt her to continue>Write-In
>>3212620>>‘And corny as Hell.’
>>3212620>Prompt her to continue
>>3212620>And corny>but it would be hypocritical of me of all people to criticize, much less look down
>>3212620>Write-In"I guess you could say you discovered a hobby for yourself?"
>>3212723Unless it's twilight they've been reading.
>>3198982>>3212620Excuse me for intruding, but I am currently working on a timeline of quests and I need to select an appropriate picture to put yours in it. Since you use different pictures for every opening post do you have one that you would prefer to be use or should I just pick one at random?
>>3221881i would say just pick one from the OP postswe're not very picky