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You take a deep breath, clear your mind, and begin ripping at those fucking bollio rolls you teased your wiry hair into again for appearances sake. Stiff strands grate and screech as you twist, trying to rip them right off your skull, using the pain as a focus point - the pain, there is always pain, so much of the war barely patched together, pain, pain, *pain* clears your mind and lets you focus on that idea, that thought, you need to be b-

The booming thunder of eight-inch rifles bellows across the strait, echoing off the low hills to either side. Through the wafting smoke you can just barely see the distant, dark shape of the Houston, full-sized and fighting fit; angling in to begin close action with the abyssals - or whatever remain of them. Over the thick smoke cover you can make out the climbing sparks and embers of funeral pyres - the boats did their job, and did them well.

The thunder sounds again. You turn your watch over, noting your fish should have struck home by now - but you heard nothing. In these shallow waters the *KRUMPH!* of torpedoes finding their mark carries well; but your hydrophones detect nothing.
“Settle-” you feel your mouth go dry. The calm, collected request for tactical sitrep; asking for support or rescue aid... it all flies out of your mind, scattering like spooked grasshoppers every time Houston's heavy guns thunder and roar. Within heartbeats the part of the fight where Settle, or Goto, or anyone can make a real difference will be over - everyone will be engaged closely, in the dark, in the fog, fighting and dying brutal and fast. You've seen it.

Your window to make a difference is closing; you need information, you need orders, but the only thing that goes through your mind is-

“I can't see,” you whisper as your own smoke swirls and eddies around you. “I can't see.”

***

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All you can see is fire.

Houston has either run out of flashless powder, or she's switched to normal charges out of resignation - they're so close now that it hardly matters. The ship at the end - some sort of 1890s cruiser, from what you can tell by the fore/aft mast and the fighting tops - is sailing due north, probably evading Naka's spread of torpedoes and bringing its broadside to bear at the same time. Against the licking flames you catch sight of the old sailing ironclad you spotted earlier, gliding forth somewhere north as it pasts the burning hulk of an old box-battery ship, one whole side aflame. It's slowing and turning, trying to shield the flaming side from Perth and Houston's rangefinders before it loses power - her stacks are shattered, their draft weakening by the moment as the flames eat up more and more oxygen.

The Global Hawk latches onto it. “Make sure the F-16s-”

A towering column of spray blots out the flames on the abyssal's starboard side - and when it's dissipated you see the listing ship rolling over, massive clouds of steam hissing into the air as she capsizes. A few seconds later the in-rushing water finds its way to her boilers and the Sunda Strait surges up and out as the blast vaporizes the ship; the magazines going a few seconds later.

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“Houston, Perth, talk to me!” you demand. “Open channels, remember!” But you recieve no answer aside from a grim double mic click - Houston is emptying her eight-inchers every ten seconds, keeping up the insane rate of fire she managed the first time she stood and fought here - except this time she's got more than enough ammo to go around, and all her turrets to boot. As the range closes to three-thousand yards, the trajectories are so flat that neither side can miss - and even Perth's six-inchers have a good chance of penetrating the enemies belt. This is the chaos and calamity of a night engagement summarized - the moment when hours of preparation all come down to minutes.

Sudden d- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDa1W9CE7L8

>>45409767
>sailors looking up with baffled cries as they're bonked in the heads by full-sized floats.
God that's a hilarious mental image.

>>45409767
>Why are you always this short, even as a damn *person*!?
because yer a nip

>>45409772
We don't talk about Feelthy here anymore. According to Planefag he is a bitch and not worth giving the time of day to. I know he says he isn't going to do it, but seriously nothing of value would be lost if you decanonized his garbage.

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“SOMEONE ONCE TOLD ME~ THE BOLLIOS WERE GONNA ROLL ME~”

You blink.

“AH AIN'T THE SHARPEST SUB IN THE PEN~”

“Awhu?” Goto manages.

“SHE WAS LOOKIN KINDA DUMB,” the passable tenor continues, “WITH HER FINGER'N HER THUMB, IN THE SHAPE, OF A VEE, *ON HER STUPID FUCKING FOREHEAD!*” the voice finishes with snarling wrath.

“... you,” you breathe.

“Me,” he confirms.

“What the fuck, are you doing,” you say, the flat horror in your tone striking some other you far away as oddly hilarious.

***

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>>45409899
Simultaneously hilarious, heart-wrenching, and heartwarming
>>45409883
wha
>>45409952
...oh god she's lost it

>>45409952
IT'S HARDER!

PRAISE THE SUB!

>>45409952
goddamn it harder

>>45409952
INCOMING HARDER TO SAVE THE FUCKING DAY.

>>45409952
OH FUCK ME RUNNING.
BLOODY HELL, YOU GATO POOFTER, HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!

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>>45409952

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>Hate complaining about not having enough battlewagons
>When we still have Iowa

Arizona is old and busted; Iowa new hotness.
Sideline Ari, bring in Iowa and her sisters, and make KCQ great again.

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>>45409942
>We don't talk about Feelthy here anymore. According to Planefag he is a bitch and not worth giving the time of day to. I know he says he isn't going to do it, but seriously nothing of value would be lost if you decanonized his garbage.

I am legit fucking jealous at this point of how fucking assmad he made you

I have fucking TRIED

I have written things WHO'S ENTIRE EXPRESS PURPOSE WAS TO FUCKING PISS PEOPLE OFF and *still* haven't managed to rip someone's anus asunder as awesomely and completely as feelthy did with one. fucking. fic. Holy fuck mothering balls. I have DEFILED TWO CANON'S WORTH OF WAIFUS AND I STILL CAN'T MANAGE THAT.

God damn. I will never, ever top this. Ever. Fuck. FUCK. I JELLY

>>45409942
I thought that was Navy?

god-fucking
how did he
oh god dammit

>>45409996
Which one was it again?

>>45409952
HARDER
A
R
D
E
R

>>45409952
>“What the fuck, are you doing,”
Pissing Naka off with Smash Mouth to make her BIG.

>>45409619
>Fuckin, Amon Amarth, man. Holy shit if i was a bitch i'd be tryin to fuck every one of them every night.

>implying you're not trying anyway, Hate

>>45409952
Harder, you magnificent fucking manlet!

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>>45409132
Finally found the image I was looking for.

>>45409816
>implying I care about proving anything to you.

>>45409996
>God damn. I will never, ever top this. Ever. Fuck. FUCK. I JELLY
Just write some smut involving Settle and some girl that isn't Arizona like Iku.

The thread would shit itself.

>>45410025
>BIG
UUUU

>>45409996
>two canons
Er.... what?

>>45409996
Some people have a natural talent to procure salt from anyone.

>>45410013
I'm guessing it was the Ari lewds but I could be wrong.

>>45409996
The problem is that you're trying, Deme.

The true ass-rending can only come from happenstance. It only comes when the stars align and all is set for a simple remark or decision to set all the world aflame and a thousand anuses completely ravaged.

>>45410049
Or that suggestion. That might work.

>>45409952
Called it! Like, two weeks ago, was wondering what'd happen when Harder made like the Cavalry after stowing away on the C-5!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFN9nvFYHmk

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” you scream. “HARDER!? NO. NO!”

“NIGHT SURFACE ATTACK,” Harder bellows back with glee. “AND ABOUT FUCKING TIME!”

“Settle, Settle where *is* he, I can't *see-*”

“Smack-dab in their middle and having a hell of a time,” Settle replies. The sky blazes to life with light as turboprops rumble overhead, and a few seconds later the sternum-shaking roar of jet engines ripping the sky asunder rumbles through your gut. “They're shooting each other more than him, they don't know which way their heads are turned.”

You go around passing out life rings where you can, and plucking wounded men from the water to motor them over to the one auto-deploying life-raft that survived. Every time you turn around there's another shout, another chem-light waving in the water, another man clinging to a shattered or burned companion that needs help. Saltwater stings your eyes and corrodes your soul as you haul them, one by one, to the overladen raft - young, so young, all of them, some of them probably breathing their last even as you lay them down. The violent concussion of heavy guns dueling nearby is racing through the water beneath you, your hydrophones resounding with every shock. More distant are the tell-tale blasts of torpedo warheads detonating - one at a time. Harder's being conservative; holding a few back. Your stomach does a strange sort of flip-flop as you think of him out there, in the midst of the transports, just begging to eat a lucky shell from a transport's deck gun, any pea-peck sufficient to crack his pressure hull and leave him a sitting duck with no armor and one puny gun. The dark sea and waves sway before you.

“No,” you grunt. “No... no.... NO!” You set the next man down in the raft. He lets out a quiet groan, and goes silent. The world stops spinning for a moment.

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>>45409983
>>45410007

He got here by THE POWER OF AMERICA!

>>45409994

I'm not fucking complaining, dipshit. I'm pointing out that, given that we've got a grand fucking total of two battlewagons at this fucking port, risking rendering one combat ineffective because you're putting her on a fucking pedestal like every sad fucking nerd does to any bitch that ever shows any fucking interest is fucking worse than not dicking her fucking proper, especially when there's another fucking commander available to take over if you get caught and fucking charged.

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I feel so sorry for the people who have to review footage with shipgirl combat
>Naka helping rescue survivors
This makes me so happy
>>45410049
Your image is shit. That's like saying "No dude this manga is so cool it was inspired by the AEROGAVIN"

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>>45409942
Never happening, Iowa and Kaga were well done.

Deal with it.

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>>45410049
>Just write some smut involving Settle and some girl that isn't Arizona like Iku.

Who said that wasn't under way right now?

>>45409996

Okay, I'm legit curious--the fuck happened in that image? Was that building being used to store salt?

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“Harder,” you call. “HARDER, DO YOU HEAR ME?”

“YEAH YEAH SHUT UP!” he shouts, the flat crack of his deck gun audible over the mic.

“HARDER, YOU DIVE!” you roar. “I hear fast screws in your direction! They're coming for you, Harder!”

“They're just kaibokans,” Harder spits back. “They blow up real nice like anything else!” Another shot.

“COME ON! COME ON, YOU SONS OF BITCHES! I'VE GOT A TORPEDO FOR YOU, A TORPEDO FOR YOU - EVERYBODY GETS A TORPEDO!”

He's already used that one, you're pretty sure. You go for another wounded man, pulling him into your arms as his compatriots release him. He seems burned, blackened uniform clinging too tight to one side of his body.

“... you,” Harder breathes. “*You.*”

“... who?” you reply. “Harder, who?”

“Her.”

“Harder!?”

“... her.”

“HARDER!”

“Flight three, we've got target GPS marked and lased by the Global Hawk,” Settle's voice cuts in. “Do not, I repeat, do NOT hit that point. Hit everything *around* it. Mind your CEP!”

“SETTLE!” you roar, your heart thundering fit to burst, steam rising in your gorge, pressure building against a scream you dare not release lest it blow your boilers empty. “WHAT'S HAPPENING? WHAT'S GOING ON?”

“Nothing,” he says, your very hull ringing with the pure tone of the lie like a struck bell.

You look north-west - through the smoke and flames, where USS Harder sees his death bearing down upon him.

The man in your arm groans softly - the voices in the water, the people that risked everything to shield you from abyssal shells - begging, pleading, crying for help.

[ ] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.
[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

https://youtu.be/8_fk6ni-0eI?t=1m59s

So was anyone else introduced to Kancolle through Asanagi?

>>45410109
Settle X Higgins?

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>>45410093
mfw

>>45410082
GET SOME GET SOME GET SOME

>>45410117
In the midwest, we get this nasty stuff called ice on the roads. We put salt on it to make it melt faster.

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>>45410102
>Your image is shit. That's like saying "No dude this manga is so cool it was inspired by the AEROGAVIN"
Yeah no. I posted that because I thought it was funny. This thread is the last place where I'd feel I'd need to convince anyone of anything.

>>45410013
>one

... you must mean feelthy, then.

>>45410119
>[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

God fucking damn it's a brutal choice. But the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

>>45410054
My guess would be Touhou and Strike Witches, with Kantai Collection making three.

>>45410098
Hm.... we already have Yamato back.
What happened to Musashi and Mutsu?

Even the Japanese whales would be more useful than Ari.

>>45410119
>[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
>[x] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

<<It's time.>>

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
fuck, so, do we save Naka, or harder.

If we have her save sailors, she lives but might be broken.

If we have her save the manlet, he lives but she dies for sure

>>45410138
Settle X Higgins X Iowa.

>>45410119
>[ ] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

Perhaps some good can come of this.

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>>45410119
>[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Like hell Naka would sail away from the crew that sacrificed for her.

Let Settle help Harder.

>>45410119
>[x] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

I was not expecting this to be my first vote of the night. Or that I was going to need the strong stuff already.

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Pray that Settle's air support can save Harder.

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410174

Musashi isn't back yet, as far as we fucking know.

And which fucking one is Mutsu? Do we have her around? fuck if i know, but given the utterly pants on fucking head retarded bad damage control of Japanese girls, yes, even fucking Yams though we're working on it, I'm not gonna rate her real well either.

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?


they saved her, she would help

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Bastard can handle these guys no problem.

>>45410119
>[] No. I'm a ship. I have lifeboats, I KNOW I can bring them out

>>45410119
>[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Cruel choice, especially because she has no idea what's going on, but it sounds like Harder has a good idea what he's doing.

>>45410119
>>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
>>[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Sailors are dying around you, they need help now. It's a terrible choice, but it's the choice that needs to be made.

>>45410256
This.

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410117
Yes, and they loaded it too high. Most walls aren't meant to take outward pressure. That's why the concrete portion is fine, but the brick above it blew out.

Fuck. Isn't there anybody left that can help?

>>45410196
Settle X TerrorTerror NTRs the other girls It's the most evil thing I could think of.

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>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Oh god.
I want to go to Harder so badly it hurts, but I CAN'T vote anything but this. Trust in Settle. We've made him a good man.

>>45410317
>DOESN'T ANYBODY HAVE ANY TORPEDOES LEFT?

>>45410256
>>[] No. I'm a ship. I have lifeboats, I KNOW I can bring them out

>>45410119
Fucking ask settle if Harder needs cover Naka, he can see -- you can't.

>>45410119
That airstrike
>“Flight three, we've got target GPS marked and lased by the Global Hawk,” Settle's voice cuts in. “Do not, I repeat, do NOT hit that point. Hit everything *around* it. Mind your CEP!”
Is likely going for the things targeting harder
In any event,
[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Is the best choice for naka's mental state.

>>45410119
>[X] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Be the idol, Nakaaaaaaa!

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Ugh. Hate to have to choose between these two, but... Naka needs to realize how much she can help even when it's not fighting directly. And she'd only make Harder easier to see.

Deme, you magnificent bastard, I hate this choice!

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>>45410239
Hoho, but then you do rate Yamato real well.
Tell me hon', what makes lovely Yamato so special compared to her sister?
Or to the Nagato-class with Mutsu and Nagato?

>>45410345

Yo.

>>45410239

How do you even -train- shipgirls in decent damage control anyway? Teeny dollhouse-scale classes for their fairies? Crew exchanges with USN ships?

>>45410119
>[X] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
>[X] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Settle couldn't save Shigure, so Naka intervened. Now Naka can't save Harder; so it's time to trust in Settle.

Also maybe Hate and a handful of Corgis.

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>>45410375

By the way.

YOU GET

ONE.

*ONE.*

SPACE MARINES QUOTE.

*ONE.*

>>45410098
So, in effect, your argument is "Damn your job, fuck the BB, save the world."

... I'm actually okay with that. It is a cogent argument. Short sighted but cogent.

It really is a short, short term solution, though, and liable to turn a bad situation even worse.

>>45410159
I did. I'm very familiar with most of your attempts, and they were many.

Some succeeded, some failed, you have to admit.

>>45410119
[X] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Oh, Naka. No matter the choice, you'll bear guilt, wouldn't you.

And Harder must be facing Naka's Abyssal side.

>>45410375
>"Put me in, coach!"

>>45410345

Tenryuu and Tatsuta have torpedoes left unless they fired when I wasn't looking.

However, the question isn't do they have them.

It's can they can in the water and on target fast enough to make a difference.

CAN THEY, PLANEFAG?

Also, >>45410256

>[] No. I'm a ship. I have lifeboats, I KNOW I can bring them out

>>45410345
I was hoping for something more like reinforcements.

>>45410239
Mutsu is Nagato's sister ship, she blew up via sabotage from an angry sailor lighting up her power stores. Although I would not doubt for an instant it was a U.S. spy that did that job instead of a disgruntled sailor.

>>45410119
[R] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410331
Terror mindbreaks Settle and causes Arizona to go abyssal. I think that I can go eviler than you.

>>45410256
And include this in my vote of >>45410369

>>45410346
Away the rescue parties...I mean faeries. That might actually work.

On the other hand, planefag does tend to hate the 'do both' options - not that it stops me from making them either...

>>45410375
>PT corgis saving Harder's bacon
>Harder's first few minutes being alive again involved becoming a chewtoy
ahaha

>>45410119
>[X] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

>“Her.”
Shit, it's the Light Cruiser Oni. Harder's toast if we don't help.

>>45410370

WHAT SISTER. MUSASHI HASN'T COME BACK. I JUST SAID THIS. IT WAS LITERALLY IN THE LAST FUCKING POST I MADE.

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>>45410387
>Crew exchanges with USN ships?

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Nope I can't do it. Changing my vote. Harder ain't dead or dying yet. WOUNDED FIRST!

>>45410119
>Her
Stewart?

>>45410406
'SQUAD BROKEN'

[X] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Harder's a Big Guy (for you), the USN even bigger, it's not like they'll let that smashmouthing motherfucker bite it

>>45410409
They're about 12 ~15 miles out of position and engaged in surface combat

>>45410239
Mutsu's the brunette with the snailish antennae.

>>45410409
Too far, not in a good position for a reliable fire solution.

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>>45410345
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC2vd1_AU2w

>>45410406
"Show me what passes for fury amongst your misbegotten kind!"

... Too verbose.

"Cleanse! Purge! Kill!"

There we go.

>>45410442
How could swapping seamen be considered lewd?

>>45410119
>[X] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Much as it rends Naka's heart, she has to trust Settle has this in hand. So far as she knows, he can have Hrder protected, and *she's* the only one who can help these survivors.

Of course, the last time planefag said anything like >>45410345, a CA made a surprise manifestation to wreck Abyssal face at point-blank range, and there's a certain Dutch DD who was lost at Sunda Strait, just as heroically as Houston and Perth, and has yet to make her presence known....

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>>45410239
snel

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>>45410460
>>45410438

ON THE RIGHT TRACK

>>45410451
Oh hi, O-6, the gang with ya tonight?

>>45410119
>[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Harder knew the risks, he's here to bail her and those men out. Save the men, and if Harder falls while that happens, honor him by living.

>>45410460

I'm guessing it's evil Naka

>>45410460
I'm betting on it being the one that actually sank him - it was some obscure patrol boat who's name I can't remember.

>>45410467
Besides which, she'd just sail right into the firing solution for the air strike. Settle literally just called danger close. So upon reflection, going after harder may be a great way to get fragged in a blue-on-blue...

>>45410493
>mfw real ships do hull swaps with crews

>>45410502

CD-22?

>>45410502
OH BALLS
>[ ] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

>>45410119
>[ ] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

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>>45410514
>>45410460
>>45410460
>>45410438
>>45410502
REJOICE, MY CHILDREN, FOR THE DAY OF RECKONING IS AT HAND! HARDER IS GOING TO PERSONALLY SLAP A LIGHT CRUISER BITCH!

>>45410527
PB-102, the ex-Stewart.

>>45410119
>[ ] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

>>45410530
It would also take her a good 12-15 minutes even at full speed, and she's more than a bit beat up.
She'd probably end up halfway between either thing she wanted to save and helpless to do anything about either.

>>45410256
THIS

>>45410527
IJN Hake. But most likely either Light Cruiser Oni or HMS Terror.

>>45410504
It's the weekend... Though I suspect they're here.
If I hear a word about bad voting from any of you fucks on Monday I SWEAR TO GOD I will eat you.

>>45410406
"COME ON YOU, FUCKS, SHOW ME YOUR FURY"

>>45410119
[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410406
Only one? You're no fucking fun.

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I can think of two possibilities here.

1. Abyssal Naka has come. Either to abduct/kill Harder or to save him because our Naka corrupted her (remember what happened in that dream)

2. New sub girl has appeared to save the day.

Either would be interesting.

>>45410527
CD-22. I don't believe they had names.

>>45410502
>>45410547
The Ghost of BuOrd, with her trusty weapons Faulty Detonator, Faulty Depthkeeping and Faulty Rudder?

>>45410601
Do remind the class what happened in the dream.

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>>45410584
>If I hear a word about bad voting from any of you fucks on Monday I SWEAR TO GOD I will eat you.

>actually hunting down shitposters in real life

Sometimes people ask me why I quest

THIS IS WHY I QUEST

>>45410119
>[o] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Also, let's not forget BB-4 is still trudging along at 17 knots or so. If we leave these men, they will die.

>>45410580
WOOPS! it was Kaibokan CD-22 and a US ship, the ex-USS Stewart (DD-224)

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>>45410559
Don't metagame. Having Naka abandon sailors in trouble like that is pretty low.

>>45410580
Hake is a USN sub. He was present when Harder was sunk. Perhaps he'll show up to save his partner this time. Hint hint planefag.

The lifeboat option sounds nice but planefag has threatened us with death if we keep picking double votes so I have to go with
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

>>45410625
It does help that he's their superior officer.

Few posters have that chance.

>>45410559
>>45410563

Settle just called danger close on Harder's position. Trying to reach him would have Naka go right through the actual area getting hit.

>>45410625
He's a legit colonel, too, so he probably has all the fancy shit to do it.

>>45410584
>JustOfficerThings.webm

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>>45410653
All I want is USS 'Trainwrecker' Barb

>>45410629
>Harder was sunk by a captured US ship
That probably explains why his initial reaction to Willie was 'FUCKING TRAITOR'

>>45410119
>[ ] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
Harder's a sub, one of the best there is, and even if he likes to go in hard, he won't go in stupid, and he has Settle and Air Support to back him up. They don't call him Hit 'Em Again Harder for nothing.
The crew, on the other hand, risked their limbs, lives, and their ship for you. This is the least you can do. It's your time to show that even if you can;t hit as hard, you're not useless. Not at all.

>>45410592
Don't worry, Ell-Tee. You can always paint your plate carrier yellow, then paint a black >:( on it...

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>>45410672

LIKE DOGS AND CHAINS AND CATTLE PRODS?

Or no, wait. No. It's all about drones now. THE HOUND.

THE *HOUND.* LIKE IN THAT BRADBURY BOOK. OH YEAH. YEAH. YEAAAAAAAAAH

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>>45410622
>Do remind the class what happened in the dream.
Naka became more abyssal while the Abyssal Naka become more human.

It could not have had any real meaning, but on the other hand I liked the idea of our Naka corrupting the other one with her resistance and FEELS towards Harder.

>>45410687
>tfw Barb comes back in Navy Frogmen attire
Spoopy scary operator bitch.

>>45410672
But does he have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps?

>>45410625
I'm going to check the traffic on Monday just to see if there are reports of a full bird going nuts with a scalpel while screaming about shitposting...

>>45410656

Except that this double-vote isn't a stupid DO BOTH THE THINGS vote, it's actually something that could be done, albiet slower. It's been proven Hulls can be full sized so Naka only needs to PLOT DEVICE her lifeboats out so she can go save her boyfriend.

HOWEVER, that'd mean that Naka is no longer doing CSAR, meaning that men who might be saved would otherwise die.

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>>45410625

>>45410119
...RRRGH
>[X] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

They went into that howling dark for you, Naka. Don't turn your back on them now.

Not my pictures
http://imgur.com/a/hafN6

>>45410536

Thinking about it, if there's a call to main the rails, would the girls end up waist-deep in hundreds of fairies with their entire crew showing up?

>>45410331
SettleX AbyssalNaka
NTR everyone

>>45410722
He's Army, dude.

>>45410668
Yeah, that airstrike settle is calling in is pretty clearly meant for the hostiles inbound on harder.
Will it be enough to stop light cruiser oni though?

>>45410722
... I am Army, and I'm a nurse. I don't need their arsenal. I have a much scarier one.

>>45410656
Naka was trying to summon her hull. So let's pick the rescue option and still try to do that (and then lower away the lifeboats and rescue faeries) at the same time. Not a double choice, since we are doing the stay and help option.

>>45410438
LIGHT CRUISERS ARE JUST OVERSIZED DESTROYERS

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>>45410787
>i'm a nurse
what're you gonna do, bleed on me?

>>45410780

I don't know, but air dropping corgis and Hate on her might do the trick.

>>45410798
*Japanese CL's are just oversized DD's

>>45410740
Except what you just stated IS a DO BOTH THE THINGS vote with the caveat of maybe some more (plot-irrelevant) people might die iunno

>>45410119
[x] They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?

Settle has Harder's back with air support, Naka needs to focus on helping these men.

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>>45410687
Bitch please, go for the sub killer.

>>45410794
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>>45410809

When a nurse says they own your ass? They are not using a fucking metaphor.

>>45410527
I'm going with
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Stewart_(DD-224)#Imperial_Japanese_Navy

>>45410787
Here's a video you might like:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHfyrxCoznw

From 3:30 on For reference, this one is a doctor.

>>45410809
... Oh no. He can do things even the Marines would call inhumane.

Things that even the CIA would blanch in horror at.

>>45410809

You don't want to mess with someone who knows how to implant catheters correctly.

>>45410787
>Angry Army Nurse.

Oh shit. Could someone post the screencap about the Army medic who apparently raped a guy to assert dominance or some shit.

>>45410119
saving the troops might help morale but in the callousness of calculation you need to smash ships to prevent this from happening.

However, as far as I'm aware, Naka is Dry - Going to Harder won't accomplish anything. It'll draw attention and make you, and him, a target.

However the crying for you is a trap option. It could be referring to the abyssals.

I'm not sure what to do here.

But indecision is death.

>[X] Keep pulling wounded men.

>>45410850
Planefag said it was on the right track when anon mentioned Stewart above - so I think the patrol boats a better bet. But who knows with planefag, it could be the Lusitania.

>>45410824

Yes, but the point is, it isn't what Planefag explicitly hates, trying to DO ALL THE THINGS PERFECTLY, and instead is doing both the things worse than if we'd just done the one thing.

That's the key difference, I think.

But then again until planefag GM fiats this it's up in the air.

Alternatively, Naka getting her hull out and doing full CSAR with it and faerie lifeboats is also good, but that requires her to trust.

Trust that harder will be able to stay alive.

Trust that Settle has the right plan.

Trust the drone operators that they've set the GPS and laser correctly.

Trust the pilots to get there and hit their targets.

And with Naka's current mental state, I'm not sure if she can.

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Are any writeups planned for tonight?

>>45410849
Never gets old. Still don't know if its true or not but still funny.

Captcha is drinks. But Captcha, I've already got all the drinks!

hokay, VOTES CALLED

I am literally so tired I am getting that sickly feeling in my stomach, but I'mma see what I can do here to round things out for the night!

>>45410865
That was him, anon. That was Him.

>>45410741
You can call in drone strikes right? Or has CoD lied to me about the perks of rank?

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>>45410865
Refer to >>45410849

>>45410911
None from me, at least.

>>45410853
Hehe, Dr. Grey, how I do love your methods so.

>>45410910
The IJN is also not particularly well renowned for its rescue work. In fact, it's about on par with their damage control iirc.

Still, anything helps...

>>45410910
This vote is to find out if she can or not

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>>45410922
planefag pls to take care of yourself

>>45410864
And, more importantly, how to implant them INcorrectly.

And I can tell you honestly that as a male who worked in a VA hospital, ever since the first time I saw one in use (not being inserted, but just in place), the mere MENTION of a Foley catheter makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. *shudder*

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>>45410957

bluerhf. I might just let the writeups post and crash hard right now. Sorry guys, but... oh *god* I got like four hours of sleep last night. fucking dog with that fucking YAP

Establish superiority by punching nearest abyssal in snout

>>45410932
Not unless his powers as a nurse practitioner magically load the drones with Healing Sticks that he unloads on wounded friendlies.

>>45410922
>>45410957
Listen to chuunibote
How else will we find out if naka and harder can make a underwater cruiser that's actually worth a damn

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>>45410911
I want a write-up about some ship girl being Re's pen pal.

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At the very least, until the very end, I will stay by your side.

>>45410992
write ups then you can crash

>>45410992
pussy ass bitch

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>>45410993
>Establish superiority by punching nearest abyssal in snout

+1 anon

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>>45410992
Cheers, boss.

>>45409996
Feelthy tried to ruin your quest in the same way he ruined Strikers 89, you should be celebrating he's gone.

>>45410809
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Army Med, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret diagnoses, and I have over 300 confirmed cases. I am trained in combat medicine and I’m the top medic in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another patient. I will treat you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before this hospital, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of nurses across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your medical records. You’re fucking checked in, kid. I can practice anywhere, anytime, and I can heal in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in first aid, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Army Nurse Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable sickness off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit treatment all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking healed, kiddo.

>>45410992
I always tell you to get more sleep.

Well, I suppose this cliffhanger is just the right place to stop for the night.

Now get the fuck to sleep.

>>45411012
Who's the bint with the sword supposed to be?

Just glad I managed to slip a post in before votes were called... THIS TIME.

>>45411005
There's nothing stopping you from going ahead, though it's not likely to be canon, though if it's enjoyable no one'll care about that.

>>45411020
Ah, Problem Sleuth was so great. I really need to go and reread it eventually.

>>45411005
I might do that after I've finished Thunderchild. It'll be good as I don't have to write much per writeup.

>>45410992
Could be worse. I'm running on three hours of sleep in the past 48.

A just-bought copy of RtW is a *dangerous* thing!

Dammit helicopter homosexual I have finals in the morning you sadistic fuck.

>>45410950
The part that really gets me is the opera singing. That's when you know it's legit psychopathy.

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>>45411023
Here is your >>(You)

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>>45410910
If Naka manifests her hull she literally will have to unfuck herself because if she summons her hull with the mental state she has of herself she's promptly going to sink.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QX-gQN9Uw5U

I just realized Harder is basically trapped in a horror movie.

>girlfriend is abyssal
>her friend has abyssal potential
>her internet pen pal is secretly an abyssal
>he spends most of his time underwater, which is basically the abyssal's home turf; imagine the shit he's seen down there
>on top of all that, he's being manipulated SOMEHOW by Terror

I'm surprised he hasn't gone all "Good Ash vs. Evil Ash" yet.

And, not necessarily related to Harder, we need more male abyssals. Yeah, guy at the bottom, but only Naka saw him and he wasn't the kind we see in combat.

>>45411053
I'm a chronic under sleeper too. I think I've got about 8 hours over the last 48.

I constantly monitor my heart rate and blood pressure, just to be safe.

>>45411057
Rejoice, anon. Aerofaggot has retired for the night.

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You missed this, right up until the shooting started.

You're thankful for the terrible visibility, keeping you alive and your pale skin hidden in the only kind of battle your kind could ever really be said to excel at.

It's not even the fear of death--not any more. You know there's so much worse that could--might--maybe will--happen to you.

It's the dread. The slow build, feeling your nerves slowly go taut and stretch with the tension. The other shoe hovering somewhere overhead, waiting to drop.

And, right now, everything is going to plan.

That's what makes it the worst.

The muted, distant sting of the shrapnel in your legs is almost welcome, as you move. Houston has stopped firing on you, but you can feel her eyes on you as you lay smoke.

"...The help's appreciated, sug," she finally says. "But a leopard doesn't change its--"

"Cowpens and Bunker Hill, February '44. You won," you reply drily. "We all got ours in the end. Can we please not do this now?"

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>>45411057
He's finished, you can sleep now.

>>45411041
Yahagi, according to the Tumblr the original is from. Apparently KanColle has it that she sempais Yamato *hard*.

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>>45411023

okay update? I just puked. like, ran to the bathroom across the hall, upchuked, wheezed my way back here. maybe i got the cause/effect mixed up a minute ago.

but i still crawled back to this machine to say goodbye and I see it was all worth it

ahahaha

HAHAHAHAHA

AHhhahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHA

TODAY

WAS

GOOD

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>>45411053
RtW is stupidly dangerous for sleep hours.
>>45410992
Cheers boss.
This was a hell of a fucking thread, love it.

>>45411023

That's just mean, anon.

>>45409753

Ok then Hate i guess i will just have to accept it. I was really thinking this quest would not go out the window like SWQ did with the whole mentality of "IM AN BOUNCE KING YOUNG AND I WILL SOLVE ALL WITCH BASED PROBLEMS WITH MY DICK!!!!" BUt i guess i was wrong.

>>45411100
>Cowpens

who?

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>>45411100
"...All right," Houston relents. "What's going on? Feels like we just left this party."

"Too right," Perth mutters.

"The aby--the invaders are trying to get a landing force through the strait, we're asking them politely to leave," you explain. "Can't give you the secure line, but you can get in touch with our command on open channels."

Houston pauses. "...Is that the one who--"

"Yep, that'd be him," you reply bemusedly.

"'Shoot the ugly ones,' huh?" Perth asks, still focused.

"What he means is you'll know them when you see them."

"...All right," she says again, hesitation clear in the radio crackle. Smoke or not, you got close--probably close enough that she saw more than you'd like. Your history aside, they probably do 'know them when they see them.'

"Force disposition?" Perth chimes in.

"Heavy escorts, probably nothing bigger than cruisers," you reply. "We have some missile frigates--er, think very accurate, very powerful rockets--and light torpedo gunboats. Main force is light cruisers--"

Perth snorts.

"The help's appreciated," Houston says. "But we have a lot of company." You recognize that distant, quiet tone in her Texas twang. "You should probably get along and get back to your group."

"...No," you reply quietly.

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>>45411027
The hero we need.

>>45411131
A battle.

>>45411131
Learn your Revolutionary War history, Anon.

>>45411131
USS Cowpens and USS Bunker Hill. Aircraft Carriers. They killed Naka.

>>45411104
planefag pls heal thyself
but yeah cheers boss awesome threads.
go drink some water you fag
>>45411114
Or you could instead notice that Settle had NOT in fact dicked Arizona or anybody else. And neither has Goto.

>>45411131
USS Cowpens and USS Bunker Hill were escort carriers in WW2. Their birds sank Naka off of Truk.

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>>45411157
I guess you could say Naka just couldn't keep trukin'.

>>45411145
>>45411143
I know about the fucking battle, I didn't know they named a light carrier after it.

>nickname
>"Mighty Moo"

WHAT

>>45411156

EVEN THOUGH THEY BOTH REALLY FUCKING NEED TO AT THIS POINT

>>45411157
Bunker was one of the Blue blanket sisters. An Essex. But Cowpens was a jeep carrier.

>>45411089
Nope, we do not need more male abyssals.

>>45411189
So if she comes back, will she be equally as much of a bitch as Essex?

>>45411190
Why not?

Females are cute, sure, but males are just as important to round out the cast.

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>>45411089
You mean he's in a horror-themd harem anime where all the love interests are spoopy sexy ghost ladies

>>45411182
COWpens, you poofter. It's right in the name.

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>>45411104
>puked
Planefag. Go to sleep and get a well-deserved rest. Lewd dreams optional.

>>45411189
Cowpens was an Independence class CVL.

>>45411216
Was this during the first fight with BB-4?

>>45411220
Harder: Abyssal Whisperer

>>45411216
nice desu

>>45411216
Great work as always, art-anon.

>>45411186
It really is a short term solution, though.

Which might turn into a bigger, long term problem.

>>45411216
Wow...work on your people man.

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>>45411216
Fuck yeah Ari!

>>45411240
Yup, during the Pasaleng action.
Maybe I should visit Pagudpud and take a pic of Pasaleng bay for the lulz.

>>45411100
>>45411135
ooh.

>>45411216

That gun is absurdly tiny even for the angle.

>>45411212
>Females are cute
answered your own question

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>>45409767
So this isn't really about the quest but, I bought a car recently. Who knew that doing so would require KanColle knowledge?

>>45411189
Ah. That's what I get for typing fast, instead of stopping to Wiki-check my facts.

>>45411181
Ye're a cheeky little bastard, aren't ye, Charlie lad?

>>45411104
Planefag, just take the week off and recover. Shit, the last time I got sick, it took me a week to get over it. We need you alive and well. this quest can wait.

>>45410119
[X]They're crying for you. For *you.* How could you possibly sail away from them?
[X] Go to Harder. Those boats are still nearby, but Harder's out there on his own.

Only one way to square this circle. Only one way to save the men and still have the range to save Harder.

We. Have. To. Go. Big. We summon our true hull, and damn the cost.

>>45411186
Have you considered, you know, TELLING Arizona that Settle is torn up over whether or not he should and not whether or not he wants to? Because as fun as romcom-style misunderstandings are, they aren't.

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>>45411104
Take it easy, man. Dream sweet dreams of power-sliding.

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Murakumo wrote a few down a few more ingredients she would need for the dumplings down in her silver trimmed notebook. She glances over at Fubuki, sitting at her own wooden desk, head bobbing slowly as she listens to something on her headphones. Murakumo slides her own notebook into the desk's drawer and strides over to the back of Fubuki's chair, pantyhose footsteps silent over the dorm's carpet. Murakumo places her hand gently on Fubuki's shoulder, she doesn't jump, but there's a brief tensing of muscles. Fubuki slides down her headphones before flipping another page of the manga she's reading. Murakumo centers herself behind her sister, hands on both shoulders.

“I saw you out practicing the other day. You're healed enough to sail like that?” She starts.

“Hnn,” A bored sounded Fubuki replies, “It's not like I really did anything that day. More like stood around like a crippled cheerleader. And watch Admiral Settle throw himself into the bay... Didn't really understand that part.”

Murakumo rolls her eyes at the mention of the American. “Well, it's good to see you take initiative anyway. A lot of people have high expectations for you.” That was a lie. The only one who took any vested interest in Fubuki was Murakumo herself. A noncommittal mumble is Fubuki's response. “I'd keep away from the yankees if I were you. They aren't very good role models.” Murakumo adds.

“Why's that? They actually won, remember?” Fubuki counters.

“...Are you kidding me?” Murakumo raises her voice, while Fubuki sighs, knowing a situation like this was inevitable. “The idiots here couldn't win a game of shogi let alone a war. They make the Kongou sisters look like well adjusted members of society! And....And!” Murakumo stands silently for a moment and balls up her hands into fists. “And that stupid Admiral is weird as hell!” Murakumo yells out even louder.

>>45411182
Pun on "Cow" and on the Missouri's self-claimed nickname of "Mighty Mo". Even though everyone else called her the "Big Mo" instead. (Referenced in several Looney Tunes, including one wartime one where you see a parade of battleships, with their names painted on their hulls. After a couple other gags--like it being a rainstorm for all of them EXCEPT the California--the next-to-last one is labelled "Big Mo". Then the last one is a pathetic little tugboat with a literal popgun, complete with cork, labelled "Little Schmoe.")

>>45411211
Potentially worse. Because all she really did was eat a kamikaze attack, get repaired, assisted in Magic carpet, and then sat in mothball for 30 years.

>>45411228
Jeep Carrier is slang for escort carriers.

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>>45411304
I wonder if Poi can do this.

>>45411298
Wouldn't be a true KQC thread without it

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>>45411312

“He was going around kissing guys! That's not normal, ok!?” Murakumo's in-explainable floating options are casting a red light onto Fubuki's back, matching the intensity of her voice.

Fubuki lets go of her book, letting it fall closed onto the desk. “Why are you pretending to care about me? You're always finding something new to yell at me about every day.“

Replies jumble up in Murakumo's throat as she tries to choke down a barrage of particularly harsh insults. “You idiot! If I didn't care why would I even bother talking to you!”

Fubuki replies calmly. “You never volunteer to help me out. Too busy with your shadow cabal running the world or something.” She doesn't even wait for a response, putting back in her earphones and flipping through the pages of her book to where she left off.

“I can't believe...” Murakumo spins around and takes a deep breath. What Fubuki said did remind her of something. She did have a meeting soon. Might as well get there early, Murakumo thought. She exits the room and shuts the door with an almost-but-not-quite slam.

The Fubuki sister's door opens again. Fubuki leans over to check at what opened the door, an unimpressed look on her face.

“I forgot my shoes.”

- - -

>>45411318
So...is Cowpens literally a cow then?

>flat as fuck CVL like RJ in real life
>cow tits as a slut

>>45411312
tsun tsun

>>45411289
>Planefag, just take the week off and recover. Shit, the last time I got sick, it took me a week to get over it. We need you alive and well. this quest can wait.
What Fluff said. Christ, man, we love this quest too, but you can only run the thing if you're *alive* and *coherent*.

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>>45411347
Murakumo had to go through the the second floor common room, to meet at the usual place up on the third floor. Despite hearing sounds of occupancy, the room wasn't quite lit up properly. The usual overhead florescent lights were turned off, the only things providing light were a few green shaded bankers lights propped up onto the 'bar' counter and the faint glow from the tv in the corner of the room. 'Where the hell did those lamps even come from,' thought Murakumo. There's some music being played, but it's not coming from the TV. One of the destroyer girls, Maikaze, is playing a guitar
from one of the bar stools; the strings of an introduction. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWrzhWnzhAs]

Murakumo silently moves over toward the end corner of the bar to get a better view of the 'bartender' Hayashimo pour some amber liquid from one container into a smaller glass. Quite an impressive height, thought Murakumo. Hayashimo elegantly flips out a paper napkin out in front of one of the other 'patrons' at the bar before almost dropping the liquid filled glass on top of it. Ryuujou eyes the glass before swirling it around a bit, but she just ends up placing it back down on the impromptu coaster.

“Well, what is it?” Ryuujou asks the expectant looking Hayashimo, who just brings a hand to cover up her one un-obscured eye.
“Ugh, You're supposed to ask that after you've finished it, or at least had half of it. You don't know anything.” A dejected Hayashimo replies. Murakumo hears the doors to the common room open up and a pair of footsteps coming in.

>>45411338
CVE=/=CVL

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>>45410494
Which ship is on our side with tons of torpedoes?

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>>45411362
Or she's got a revolutionary war soldier theme.

Names ain't everything. Arizona ain't a giant empty desert. That's just her chest

>>45411104
Okay, let's skip Wednesday unless you're really feeling better.

Rest and fucking HEAL.

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>>45411375
[ There's a boat on the reef with a broken back ]

“It's an Iced tea,” Hayashimo says.
“I know for certain that ain't no iced tea. For one there's no tea bag.” Ryuujou retorts, leaning back as far as one can lean back in a stool without falling off, or looking like an idiot.
“Oh, Iced tea?” A new voice calls out. “I could use a nice cool drink right now.”
“Ise, I don't think that...” Hyuuga's warning goes unheeded as her sister grabs the glass of liquor off the counter and starts to down it. Ise's eyes bulge out a little after the first gulp, but it seems to do little to stop her thirst as she empties the tall glass. Not even the ice cubes were spared.

[ It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way ]

Ryuujou is leaning her elbow against the bar, head propped up in hand. “Your sister is a real dumbass.” she says.
“Whew, Hey!” Ise calls out after wiping some perspiration off her face. “Don't say things like that about Hyuuga. She's just a little slow.” Murakumo turns her head towards Hyuuga, whose uncharacteristic silence betrays her confusion or perhaps disappointment. She offers the slightest of shrugs at Ryuujou before taking a stool next to her. Ise has made her way over to the tv couch and is sprawled over on top of it. Murakumo takes a peek behind the bar, an action she immediately regrets.
“There's no way they let you buy that much alcohol.” Murakumo says accusingly. Hayashimo doesn't make eye contact, instead awkwardly straightening out her dress.
“I had help.” Is her only response.

[ We'll come again next Thursday afternoon ]

>>45411312
>Murakumo still mad
haw
>>45411347
haw, shitty salty tsundyke

>>45411375
>>45411347
>>45411312
fuck off Crix

>>45411380
These are... fuck it I know the one on the left is Yuudachi and the one on the right is... Shiratsuyu?

But the two in the middle? Nope.

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“I'll have whatever Ise had,” Hyuuga says, interrupting the staredown Murakumo was giving. Glad to be given a distraction, Hayashimo moves with precise efficiency while making Hyuuga's order.
“I'm gonna go smoke. I want somethin' ready when I get back.” Ryuujou says as she hops off the stool and heads towards the exit.
“That stuff is no good for you!” Hyuuga calls out. It doesn't stop Ryuujou, who just waves her hand in a dismissive circle.

I'm done here, thought Murakumo.

- - -


After a few knocks, a shorter pink haired girl opens the door, her braid blowing slightly as cool air rushes out from the room. She turns her head back into the dimly lit room “It's Murakumo!” She all but yells. Murakumo doesn't wait for an invitation and steps around Nenohi into Hatsuharu's room. It's said that you can tell a lot about a person from how their room is decorated; Hatsuharu's (and Nenohi's) room is no exception. To start off with, their room is one of two suites of the dorm building, making it about 1 and a half times bigger than the other rooms. Hatsuharu had argued for the room by claiming it would serve as the destroyer class meeting room, a fact that very few even knew about. Kongou was saddened by the decision, although all she had to say about it was: “It just means I'll be closer to my sisters desu!”

>>45411419
>Iced tea
oh god no
I have never seen that drink turn out well for anybody

>>45411156
>Or you could instead notice that Settle had NOT in fact dicked Arizona or anybody else. And neither has Goto.

Which is how it is supposed to be FFS. But of course anon HAS to have their motherfucking gods damned waifu, consquences and fucking logic be damned.

>>45411186
>EVEN THOUGH THEY BOTH REALLY FUCKING NEED TO AT THIS POINT
Seriously just why? I get it sex is an important life factor and is required for healthy mental functions, but Settle is a commander, you know that thing you avoid like the fucking plague for probably this exact reason. Since when are commanders supposed to dick another person/shipgirl or whatever in their unit?

>>45411344
God damn it, every fucking time. Shouldn't have let The Hunt for Red October distract me.

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>>45411453
I think it's just a general allusion to two of Houkago Tea Time's members being shipgirl lookalikes.

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The room was divided left and right vertically, from the perspective of the entrance. On the right entrance side the floor was covered by tatami mats, and the walls painted to look like traditional rice paper wall. On that side of the room was a low table surrounded by cushions, where Isokaze and Hatsuharu currently sat, and very authentic looking Tansu chests. The room is divided by colorful folding screens decorated by mountains and lush forests. On the other side of the room is a queen sized bed, a tv and couple of beanbag chairs (one lavender and one pink) where Nenohi sat after letting Murakumo in. Murakumo herself take a seat on an empty cushion to join the others at the table, the usual meeting spot. Murakumo looks upwards, noticing that the standard ceiling light fixture had been removed, with strategically placed paper lanterns hung up from the ceiling instead.

“They're quite appealing, aren't they?” Hatsuharu says, interrupting Murakumo's gaze. “They can even do this.” Hatsuharu pulls a small remote from beneath the table and presses it, which causes the light emitted by the lanterns to change color, bathing the room in hues of blue.

“Is this the submarine mode?” Isokaze asks. Neither Murakumo or Hatsuharu payed much attention to that comment, as Isokaze was prone to occasional nonsensical outbursts.

“Shall we begin?” Hatsuharu asks.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOpHT6gZ0Rs]

>>45411312
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>>45411463
https://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/section/1/5/

Please learn how to write.

>>45411362
flat chested loli like RJ, but has the clothes of a cowtitted slut. Cow horns, cow-print bra, etc.

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>>45411387
Tenryuu and Tatsuta have two triple-tubes each, but they're too far away to help right now.
HNLMS Evertsen died at Sunda Strait, too. She mounts two triples, and she hasn't manifested yet...

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>>45411504
You want this added to "Murakumo (is) Special", Crix?

>>45411507
And you suggest he do that at Purdue?

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“Yes, of course, without delay. Our first subject. Shigure,” Isokaze pauses here a moment, to wait for any objections or input before continuing. “We've talked about her briefly last session. I wanted to know if either of you have gathered anymore information about how the situation started.”

“Well...” Murakumo starts off. “Everything I've heard seems to wary widely, and there's been no official statement put out.”

Hatsuharu nods in agreement. “Each story seems to be more grandiose than the last. It is possible one of them is the truth, but following this line of investigation will be a momentous task.”

“Is there nothing that ties the stories together?”

“Kitakami got mentioned a few times.” Murakumo puts forth. “That's hardly surprising though.”
Isokaze has her eyes closed, deep in thought. “Hmm. We can keep that in mind for later, However I do have a new tidbit of information. Naka has apparently been visiting Shigure in confinement.”

Hatsuharu flips open her hand fan, covering her mouth, a gesture preformed with precise practice. “We didn't realize that such torture was approved... to be used on our own forces no less.”

Murakumo rolls her eyes. “Some people would kill for a personal concert like that.”

“My, Murakumo, we didn't know you enjoyed such crass and simplistic entertainment.”

“I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT LIKING IT!” Murakumo yells out in her typical way.

“Jokes aside, the MP's did mention that Shigure's mood did seem to improve after the visits. Perhaps we should move our line of questioning over to her?” Isokaze suggests.

Murakumo lets out a snort “I wouldn't even bother. That idol is just as slippery as a greased up Iku. You would get more information from talking to the Zuiun sisters-”

>>45411488

When NOT dicking them means you're running the risk of sidelining a combat asset you cannot replace.

Fact is that while they're fucking discreet and separate things, the girl and the ship are bound togther, you know? Fucking, if she gets mopey and fucked up because she thinks He's gonna abandon her, oop, there goes a standard type we really fucking need right now.

>>45411507
Are you a writefag for this quest?
>[ ] Yes
>[ ] No

Pick one, anon.

>>45411020
Problem Sleuth was the SHIT
I need to reread it

>>45411504
you mixed cases "the room was divided" then later "the room is divided"

dont do that

>>45411553
>That idol is just as slippery as a greased up Iku.
I fucking lost it.

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>>45411539
Yes

>>45411553
“This is all fine, but I think we need to start looking elsewhere.” Isokaze interrupts. “Particularly, the future. We can't let this sort of thing happen again.” Isokaze takes a deep breath in. “Therefore, my proposal is this. Although we don't know the specifics of the event that pushed Shigure over the edge, I'm sure we were all aware of the typical treatment she was given.” Hatsuharu and Murakumo both find something interesting to look at on the ground. “She will join our group, regardless of her interest in it. We will be her shield, and her image will no doubt be elevated by our usual efforts. Do either of you have any objections to this?”

Hatsuharu drops her teacup onto her coaster with uncharacteristic loudness. The room suddenly becomes very quiet, and Murakumo could hear the noise from the game Nenohi was playing on the other side of the room.

[“Jack, Do you remember what day it is tomorrow?” - “Nenohi Dayo!” ]

“Ridiculous.” Murakumo breaks the silence.


“Good. We should get started on finalizing the field trip plans.”

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>>45411543
Did you actually click the link or are you merely pretending to be retarded?

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>>45411564
Yes but say Arizona get into trouble in battle due to Abyssal horseshit and Settle in head over heels for the girl by that point. Do you think that he can live with himself letting her get hurt/killed? What happens if she does take the axe to the head? You think that wont affect Settle in a DRAMATIC way, ie he stop caring because it hurt so fucking bad/etc?

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>>45411488
Hope still rides alone for now, friend
>>45411579
>hurr durr only a chef can critique food
Crix needs to work on his usage of pronouns, that first section was really stilted, but hey.

first half of it was cozy, that 'slice of life around the base' is what I liked about his writing

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(oops, that last line shouldn't be there!)

“Is it?” Hatsuharu asks. “There is logic behind that preposition.”

'That smug bitch', thought Murakumo. 'Of all the people to have a problem with it, it was definitely her, and now she's pushing it onto me. I won't fall for that.'

“I suppose we don't really have a choice, there aren't any other options.” Murakumo replies, cracking her knuckles. The color empties from Hatsuharu's face, who re-positions herself on her cushion and starts fanning herself a tad too fast to be called leisurely.

“A-Ah As you said. We don't have have any viable alternatives. We will simply have to adapt.”

“It's settled then,” states Isokaze. “As soon as safety permits Shigure will be moving into my room.”
“Huuuh?” Murakumo and Hatsuharu blurt out simultaneously.

“The time for half-hearted measures is over.”

“I suppose... But...”

“It makes sense. We believe that the current situation is partly the fault of Yuudachi. It's apparent that she has failed in her duty of supporting her sister ship, and moving Shigure back would be a disgrace to everyone involved.”

A disgrace. Murakumo's thoughts turned towards Fubuki. 'Am I failing as a sister ship?' She thought. Hatsuharu notices Murakumo's sullen expression and reaches out to grab one of her hands, an extremely rare show of sympathy.

“Nobody blames you for Hatsuyuki... She is... Beyond all help.” Hatsuharu says, giving Murakumo's hand a squeeze.

“Oh. Thanks.” Murakumo delivers her response completely deadpan.

“Hmm... We're still making dumplings tomorrow, right?” Isokaze asks.

“Yes, I'm picking up what we need in the morning.”

“Good. We should get started on finalizing the field trip plans.”


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That's all.