>>659764
>>Talk about work (ask if anyone in particular has asked to see us)

As much as I'd like to delve into Houshou and Taigei's past, I feel that there's a better time and place for that sort of conversation.

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>>659764
>>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry]

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>>659764
>>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry]

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>>659764
>>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry] Roll a 1d6 each)

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>>659764
>>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry] Roll a 1d6 each)

Welcome back

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>>659764
>>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry]

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>>659764
>‘Did you two have a history or something?’ ([Pry] Roll a 1d6 each)

Good to see you again.

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>>659764
>Statistics page
Looks like Tenryuu and Kumo got customized versions of their weapons. Should we go ask them about it?

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‘Houshou?’

She stirs at the call of her name, the scowl on her visage making way for a slightly surprised expression that comes right after. Houshou shows an upturn of her lips, but the motion is too slow, too constructed for it to come off as anything but a front. As much as you didn’t like traipsing where you obviously had no jurisdiction or influence, Houshou – one of the more experienced KanMusu of your party – being so shaken by a name and a phrase… seemed unfathomable to you.

‘Yes, Commander?’

Houshou rubs her shoulder, looking every part the calm veteran than you’d always thought of her as. She

‘You know you can talk to me if there’s anything on your mind, right?’ You offer tentatively offer. Perhaps a short step forward could get the momentum running; you didn’t want to charge right through like you had with Iowa… you don’t think you could stand it if Houshou, of all people, would have pushed you away.

‘I do.’ She bows respectfully.

You open your arms wide. Again, she appears a little startled by the action you put in motion… but not before you complete it. Wrapping your arms around her you find just how small she really is in your embrace – she couldn’t have been taller than a middle-school student if you really thought about it. There was a certain fragility to Houshou at times, even if there were times you thought that she was impervious.

‘C – Commander?’ She stutters, turning her head upwards in your chest. ‘Wh – What are you doing?’

‘Um…’

There really wasn’t a thought that she would have objected to the action you had taken… after all, she had made it very clear on what her intentions for you were. Still, having her stirring in your arms had a little bit a niche to it – she wasn’t rough like Nagato or fluffy as Takao. You’d even go to far as to say that she was the perfect size; not too big and not to small that you’d have to hold back. She looks up at you, her cheeks puffed, waiting for an expectant answer… one that you didn’t have at the ready.

‘It’s a hug.’ You reply.

‘I – I know it’s a hug!’ She stutters, quivering in your chest. ‘B – But, why?’

There it was: the answer.

‘I thought you could use one.’You say with a smile, raising a hand to the top of her head and giving it a light rub. ‘Don’t like it?’

‘I…’ Houshou squirms under your touch… but she doesn’t push you away. After a while, she sighs, burying yourself in your chest. ‘I do.’

You almost laugh at how sincere she is.

‘Houshou… about Taigei.’ She squirms a little more, but… you think that she’s a little bit more receptive now. ‘Is there a history between the both of you or something?’

She hesitates.

‘We didn’t part on the best of terms.’

>‘You two dated?’ (Joke)
>‘So you were friends.’ (Assume)
>‘What did she mean by that?’
>‘Don’t worry. I didn’t like her, either.’
>Write-In

>>660109
That'll be up to you and the other Questers.

Also, what the fuck is up with the Connection Error, 4chan. Seriously?

>>660170
>>‘So you were friends.’ (Assume)

>>660170
>>‘So you were friends.’ (Assume)

>>660170
>>'So you were friends?'

>>660179
4chan is in its death throes, if Hiromoot is to be believed.

>>660109

Perhaps when we have time.

Basically never. Considering our never ending flow of shit. I doubt we'd actually find time to learn how to cook kanmusu food. Which is a pity since there are interesting ways to spice up their food.

>>660200
The Commander just has a lot on his plate at the moment. Which makes sense considering how hectic the last few days have been. We went on a secret mission, then did a whole boatload of paperwork (pun absolutely intended), ad went inland to gather intel, all in the span of like three days.

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‘So you were friends.’

You’d thought as much. By the familiarity that Taigei seemed to address Houshou’s name had clued you in that the both of them had a sort of camaraderie with each other, although the mischievous tone that Taigei had taken in saying it did put a little doubt on that particular assumption. Still… it was really hard to think that Houshou would like being around someone that the Admiral had to put a verbal warning label on.

At the words, Houshou pushes herself away from you, biting her lip and furrowing her brows. The declaration doesn’t appear to have prompted her to confirm – if anything, an expression of doubt comes upon her and she shuffles in place, struggling with herself. You open your mouth to say something as a follow-up, but ultimately decide against it. Taking from your lessons from before, this was the time for you to keep quiet and wait. This was Houshou’s story to tell, after all.

‘I…’ She gives an apologetic smile – perhaps you had been too hasty in your assumption. She rubs her elbows, ‘I’d like to use that word, Commander, really, I would. But we weren’t friends… not in the most conventional sense, anyway.’

Outside, the rain grows heavier and the thunder rumbles. Maybe this wasn’t such a prudent course of action, after all… but your curiosity had risen a little. If Houshou and Taigei weren’t friends, then what were they? By the context of Taigei’s wording from before, there was an implication that they had more than just rubbed elbows. Taigei hadn’t been the most open to pursue a conversation was at the time – and you doubt that any time after that would be a better time, for that matter. Houshou sits on the top of her couch, deep in thought… this was probably a little deeper than a minute scuffle between friends.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t think you want to hear this.’ She finally says.

Despite yourself, you really can’t hold back on your curiosity… or your big fat mouth.

‘I do.’ You insist, even with all the warnings against your continuing dropping right in front of you. You open your mouth to take it back, just as Houshou’s head rises in surprise and confusion. ‘Really.’

You absently wonder if it would be possible for Akashi to check your brain for abnormalities. Perhaps if they did enough research, she could probably find a cure or synthesize a vaccine that kept people from saying things too stupid to leave their mouths. Houshou, however, doesn’t snap right back at you as you’d thought she would. In fact, she very much looks… appreciative of your gesture to hear her out.

Enough so that she actually walks back up to you, bending herself over and looking up at you with a mischievous smile.

‘If I tell you,’ she grins widely, wiggling her brows, ‘will you finally come into my room at night and give my ass a pounding every other night?’

TBC

>>660434
>‘If I tell you,’ she grins widely, wiggling her brows, ‘will you finally come into my room at night and give my ass a pounding every other night?’
Oh, darn. Twist my arm, why don't you.

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You almost grin right back; she’s was playing the deflective game now, hoping to get you flustered and stuttering. You really can’t help yourself… you were a predator in all but name – once you saw an opening…

‘Tell you what?’ You reply, making her scrunch her lips and look up at you, confused. You puff your chest, putting your hands on your hips and bending down to meet her gaze. ‘I’ll do one better.’

Houshou smirks mischievously, leaning in closer to hear your proposition.

‘Whenever you need a hug… I’ll give you one.’ You say, sincerely. Houshou instantly snaps into a stand, her cheeks red; you press on, undeterred. ‘And if you’re still not satisfied with that… I’ll do what you ask.’

For the first time since you can remember, she visibly flusters, her shoulders raising and her face a funny shade of maroon. The rain grows a little heavier and the thunder rumbles louder, but Houshou has your full attention. She appears to be somewhere between choking, coughing and crying out in indignation – her brain appeared to be unable to make up its mind on just how to react, if the jittering steps were any indication. She looks like she’s about to fall over.’

Finally gathering herself, she marches right up to you, giving your prosthetic a hard slap with a tearful, puffed up and very much – for you, anyway – hilarious and indignant expression.

‘Commander!’

You give her a good-natured smile. She looks away immediately, clutching her cheeks.

‘Taigei and I… before we…’ Houshou sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘I’m sorry, this is a little hard for me to admit as a whole, but before I…’

You nod – you decide you’d let her do this at her own pace.

‘Before we were able to actually go into town and… buy services, for a while, we were…. lovers.’

Maybe you really should have seen that coming, considering just how you had encountered Taigei… and your Light Carrier’s own history.

‘You and Taigei – ?’

‘We weren’t spoilt for choice back then.’ She hastily adds. ‘And we knew each other enough to actually… consider it. The Shamans weren’t so big on it, of course… considering their vows, they couldn’t exactly encourage us to go around and ask if some mend would kindly stuff our holes.’

Something hits you.

‘Taigei’s a Carrier?’

‘She’s a Submarine Tender.’ Houshou frowns. ‘But her matrix, her core… they have a deformity that fits a Carrier’s spectrum. She has what we feel… but without the benefit of taking it into a weaponised form.’

Her cheeks turn a little more red.

‘When we were actually able to afford… we pooled resources together for… you know, pleasure houses. Shared them.’ She bites her lips. ‘But to be quite honest with you, Nagato was a less of a headache to deal with.’

>‘Nagato?’
>‘How does that work? The cores?’
>‘I didn’t like her.’
>Write-In

>>660480
>>Write-In
"What happened?"

I care not to treat on those, now. Let her tell her story at her own pace.

>>660480
>>‘I didn’t like her.’
Are we going to have to battle all of Houshou's evil exes now?

>>660480
>‘Nagato?’

>>660480
>>Write-In
>"What happened?"

>>660480
>>>Write-In
>"What happened?"

>>660480
Question, is LEIA pronounced 'lay-uh' or 'lee-uh'?

>>660544
Should be the first one like Princess Leia from Star Wars

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‘So you just… drifted apart?’ You frown, curious about the split, despite your intentions to keep your curiosity down. Perhaps one day you should get Akashi to check around on why you kept saying things you always meant to keep down. ‘What happened?’

Houshou, ever the picture of elegance and serenity, immediately rests against the back of the couch in a huff. The topic had now taken a sour note, if her reaction said anything of it – and even if it didn’t, it brought no good. You’d always found Houshou adorable whenever she tried to scowl, but the way she took the news about Taigei… it’s a bit hard to describe, but it felt like – implications aside – you were a child that just moved to ask why they couldn’t see their father anymore. Her eyes take a cold quality as her body language takes an annoyed turn and she runs a troubled hand through her hair, muttering under her breath.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe there was another thing you could talk about that wasn’t Taigei.

‘Would you like the personal reasons or the professional ones?’ She throws you a dark look, the edge of her smile feeling like the tip of a dagger than a genuine one. You want to take it back, but find that you can’t – not to that face.

You’d gone this far…and more information was always a plus… right?

‘The one that’ll give me a clearer picture.’ You inform her, resting your palms on the kitchen counter.

Houshou snorts, grumbling.

‘I’m asking the order that you want me to tell them.’ She bites her bottom lip, rubbing her ankles together. ‘They’re both pretty long.’

You sigh – you really just want to know what was going on. You’d only pieced together that they were lovers, had attended – and organized – group sessions when it came to sex and had broken up after a slew of disagreements. What you didn’t know was the context – you find it hard to believe that Houshou would throw down verbally with anyone to the point she would walk away with an argument as superficial as the foundations of a sex life. It was absurd.

‘I’d really just like an explanation.’ You let out tiredly – and honestly.

Houshou gives you a look, but otherwise keeping quiet. She looks deep in thought, trying to judge whether or not to sate your curiosity. In part, she had a right to – considering just what this about… you wouldn’t blame her if she’d just dropped it right now.

Then, with a reluctant tone… she speaks.

‘Taigei is a sadist. In or out of it, she derives getting off from one thing… being in charge. Whether it was me, or with the dozens of men we… rented, it had to be about her. She had to know – she had to have the end say. She was the first and she was the last – and she didn’t care for anyone. I wanted to talk to someone… but the Fairies didn’t get it and the Shamans didn’t bother.’

You frown, a little confused.

TBC

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‘I already told you that we sought each other out to… relieve ourselves,’ Houshou elaborates, sighing audibly, ‘and the Shamans didn’t discourage it; for them, it was just another issue with a troublesome batch solved.’

‘You’re not troublesome.’ You insist… before picking up on something. ‘Did the Shamans actually call you that?’

‘No,’ she admits, chuckling wryly, ‘but the Shamanistic Order are pretty much celibate. One of the requirements of joining their number is to have been married or have children; pretty much all of them left their families to pursue the teachings… it’s supposed to represent that there are no absolute ties between your last life and the next,’ she smiles sadly at you, ‘and that you can severe them as easily as anything.’

You wince.

‘That’s kind of brutal, isn’t it?’ It did seem rather harsh. Throw away your ties to your children? Your wife? Your husband? Just like that? ‘I mean, for the families?’

‘It is, but that’s what it means to join the Order – that you’re willing to throw it away like that.’

‘I’m surprised Basilius is still standing.’ You snort – with that kind of practice, you would’ve pegged them to be overrun eons ago. Severing families and loved ones from each other? It was barbaric.

‘They’re good people.’ Houshou insists… albeit reluctantly. ‘And they know just what they’ve thrown away for the greater good. Without them… we wouldn’t be here.’

You try to get back on topic. This particular branch of talk was depressing.

‘So you and Taigei were lovers and the Shamans didn’t… care?’

‘I already belonged to an Admiral at the time and Taigei was put into the Hunter’s Lodge with other Submarines.’ Houshou goes on. ‘I didn’t think much of it, but it turned out that… in our time as lovers and spendthrift sluts, she’d been gathering information on the operations of Ominato. She and the Submarines deliberately manipulated our friendship to find out which Admirals weren’t doing as they were told. How they should and would be punished… what the Court of Admirals wants to know, she’ll do it – not out of duty, but because she gets her kicks from people squirming when she sends a report. The fact that she’s on top and that there’s nothing else no one can do anything about it appeals to her. That’s why she’s Record Keeper.’

She finishes with a scowl. That had to be the most unflattering peer review ever.

‘It’s hard to believe that there’re KanMusu like that.’ You admit. You hadn’t expected that. ‘I always thought of you as… poster girls.’

‘We are.’

You both share a chuckle; good, bad, and everywhere in between.

>‘What’s the Hunter’s Lodge?’
>‘What about Nagato?’
>‘You said something about cores?’
>‘I didn’t like her anyway.’
>‘Can you tell me about the Shamans?’
>‘That’s all for now.’ END
>Write-In

I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE, HIRO.

STOP IT WITH THE CONNECTION ERRORS.

>>660744
>>‘What about Nagato?’

hunters lodge should be the shipgirl NKVD.

>>660744
>>‘What about Nagato?’
Is this like one of those Bioware conversation wheels where we can ask all sorts of worldbuilding questions until our options run out and we advance the dialogue?

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>>660744
>>‘What about Nagato?’

There really aren't any redeeming qualities to Taigei, are there?

>>660749
You have limited time. I'm not going to say which option will kill it, but you have to read the mood... and the time. Considering it's early and you don't have work, how much time do you think you have? Can you keep asking? Do you have the time to keep asking? Will any of these topics upset her?

This applies to everyone.

Although, considering that it's currently morning and early, I would say that it should be all right to power through.

>>660753
You haven't even gotten to the part why the Admiral doesn't trust her yet. :3

>>660748
>>660749
>>660753
I'd like to apologize for the 3 hour wait. There's something wrong with 4chan.

>>660756
That just makes me hope we get to be a vindictive asshole to her at some point.

>>660760
It's all good. I'm not doing much tonight anyway.

I was going to be working on the car I've been restoring, but I have to order new brake lines now, so my plans are on hold until they get in.

>>660761
I doubt we really could. Being an asshole to the SS's den mother and the Court's personal secret police chief is asking for 'compromising evidence of treason' to show up at our desk come morning and the MPs knocking down the door to throw us in the slammer.

Best we can really do is just stay off her radar. Become a known-but-boring person to her.

>>660769
I know. As much as I want bad things to happen to her, the Commander can't be the one making them happen unless he wants to view the world from between prison bars. Plus it seems like we may have hurt her pride just a little during the meeting, which is good enough for me since I'm petty like that.

>>660760
np mechanic.

4chan going to shit. Only the goyim can save us now.

>>660772
>hurt her pride just a little during the meeting
This makes me wonder, was the whole Houshou-esque 'yearning for intimacy' thing she had going on actually real or just an act? My money's on it being an act

>>660777
I don't think she was necessarily yearning for intimacy in the first place, I think she was pissed off that she got pushed away since she loves to be in control.

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>>660779
inb4 for all her assholery, it turns out she has fairly good motives

>>660781
:^)

>inb4 for all their assholery, turns out the Admiralty is indeed a body of good motives that is just ruthless because they want humanity to survive.

I will never write it black and white, Questers.

>>660783
I can understand the Admiralty doing morally unsavory things for a greater good, even if I may not agree with all their means, I can at least respect their end goal.

Taigei, however, is in it for her own enjoyment, so she can go fuck herself.

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‘What’s this about Nagato?’

Houshou cocks her head, confused.

‘Nagato?’ She repeats.

‘You said that she was… less of a headache to deal with.’ You tentatively mention. You get the implication… but still, confirmation was still something you wanted out of it.

‘Oh.’ She brightens, instantly adopting a mischievous look. ‘That.’

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

‘Well, it’s the truth. She was a lot easier to deal with when down to it.’ She says in an affected voice, crossing her rather shapely legs before you. ‘Especially in bed – that lady is a Battleship every step of the way.’

There is a hotness in your ears you can’t deny – you take a step back, instantly regretting your pursuit… and come in contact with the edge of the counter, much to Houshou’s amusement. For all her negativity in regards to Taigei, she really could throw you in a blender when she wanted.

‘H – Houshou!’ You weakly protest… before something dawns on you. ‘Wait, you and Nagato?’

She hums innocently.

‘It was nothing special… she was sent in for an investigation once – this was after I didn’t want anything to do with Taigei.’ She says in a mockingly bored tone, absolutely reveling in your embarrassment. ‘The pleasure houses, though… that was a whole different story; this was just before I was given a retirement plot and Nagato – back then under Ominato – actually caught me bringing back a gaggle to my dorm. I was serving as Vice-Admiral back then.’ She giggles, covering her mouth. ‘I thought I could get away with it.’

‘Oh, you mean you didn’t?’

You exchange smirks.

‘In my defense, I wanted cock in all three of my holes hours ago. I thought I would’ve had the perks to go with the hat, but… she wasn’t exactly… understanding. Carriers and other KanMusu generally don’t get along.’

‘I heard that.’ You nod – you’d heard as much. ‘So what happened?’

‘We had an orgy, of course!’

The way she says it, putting her hands on her hips and looking up in triumph…

‘You what?’

‘Come on, Commmander,’ she giggles again, ‘you weren’t so naive to think she was anything but Mustang, were you?’

‘I know that much!’ You yell hotly, blushing. ‘I’m no prude!’

‘Think of it this way, when you flick – !’

‘Houshou.’ You warn her… although, with your expression it might as well have been a squeak.

‘I wouldn’t be a good lover if I didn’t share those little details with the ones I love sharing the bed with.’ She approaches you, a naughty smile playing upon her features. ‘Although, I’m a little surprised she let you pee in – !’

‘HOUSHOU!’

>‘Can… I have more details, please?’
>‘What is The Hunter’s Lodge?’
>‘Cores.’
>‘What about the Shamans?’
>‘That’s all for now.’ END
>Write-In

>>660805
>>Write-In
>"So how exactly did you end up being a Vice Admiral?"
I feel this is as good a time as any to ask her.

>>660805
>>Write-In
>"So how exactly did you end up being a Vice-Admiral?"

>>660805
>>Write-In
>"So how exactly did you end up being a Vice Admiral?"

decent question

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‘Your file mentioned you being a Vice-Admiral.’ You decide to bring it up while you had the chance. ‘How did you end up with the position? I thought that only humans could take any of the three Officer ranks.’

Houshou’s eyes widen in surprise. She probably hadn’t expected you to play on that particular topic; your Light Carrier rubs her elbow, grimacing as she turns away.

‘It’s… complicated.’

The thunder outside rumbles as you wait for her to go on.

‘Back then, we were very much starved for recruits. Not as much as we are now, but… well, the Admiralty tried a project to see if they could… recreate the Stream on artificial means.’

‘The Fairies knew about this?’

With everything that had happened, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was another one of the Admiralty’s secret projects.

‘Of course.’ She answers, surprising you. ‘The Fairies agreed to see which KanMusu could act as an artificial Stream line holder – we were able to get volunteers, but most of the KanMusu…’ She sighs, looking more troubled than before. ‘The Destroyers that took part in it almost died, the Heavy Cruisers and Light Cruisers that tried to hold it either couldn’t hold it or almost went insane, the Battleships almost killed the Admirals… and the Submarines were a hundred percent successful but it turned out to be a one way street for the humans. They couldn’t draw on that power any more than anyone else could.’

‘And the Carriers?’

She had failed to mention them.

‘3 of us were successful test cases. Myself, Unryuu and Taihou.’ She answers robotically. ‘The others ended up almost driving their human subjects insane as grounding points.’

‘So you three were made Vice-Admirals?’

‘No, only I was.’ She grunts, shifting slightly. ‘And even then, it wasn’t for long. The artificial Stream still needed a grounding point… Unryuu only lasted two months before it took too much out of her; she had to be re-stabilized or she would’ve died. Taihou… she died during an Operation. We didn’t find out if it was because of the experiment’s failure or if the Abyssals got to her first.’

‘What about you?’

The lightning flashes outside, followed by the thunder.

Houshou, for a brief moment, adopts a look of annoyance at your inquiry.

‘I lasted 8 months… but the toll of carrying so many KanMusu in me… it almost tore my matrix apart.’ She pats her chest. ‘It took them months to put me back together… and they let me retire in piece after.’

‘Would you be able to do it again?’

Maybe you should call Akashi. There really was something keeping your inhibitions from kicking in.

‘If you ask me to… if I’m needed…’ She looks right at you. ‘I will.’

>‘What’s the Hunter’s Lodge?’
>‘The Shamans.’
>‘Cores.’
>‘That’s all.’ END
>Write-In

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Okay guys, I'll be back in a few hours. Watching movie in pic.

>>660834
>>‘That’s all.’ END
>>Write-In
Give her another hug. "Don't think it'll be necessary."

>>660835
Now thats a good show. Enjoy, mechanic.

Try not to imagine EVA-01 vs gojira. Especially when THAT music comes on.

>>660834
>>‘That’s all.’ END
Also
>Go full-husbando, hugs, kiss on the cheek, etc.

>>660835
Nice. I'm a huge sucker for Godzilla movies. I even managed to almost like the Matthew Broderick one.

>>660834
>‘That’s all.’ END

>>660835
sure i wish to see that one, but im to spoilt by the shitty hollywood to sit it down, probably

>>660842
its pretty good though. Just need to be able to read subtitles at a decent pace.

>>660834

This>>660837

>>660834
I'd be down for a combination of these:
>>660837
>>660838

I wonder if taigei and the admiral used to be together.

He doesn't trust her yet knows her well enough and still sends us her way for information, knowing she'd probably give it to mc.

>>660835
Damn Godzilla's thighs be huge.

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‘Of course.’ you reply, grimacing.

It was a little surreal to hear her take such an adamant stance when it came to her orders. You would have thought to have at least been given another glower at the very thought of asking her to do something that had clearly – by her own words – taken more out of her than she would care to admit. As much as you don’t want to see it… now, as a Commander you can make it out all too clearly: that as a KanMusu, she would follow your orders to Hell and back. Without complaint, without fail… she would do it when you asked – when you commanded it to be so.

‘Sir.’ She bows courteously, affirming your theory.

But still… it didn’t feel right to just leave out in the open.

You don’t think you could truly ever ask that of Houshou.

‘But if I ever ask you that… you get the permission to throw one punch.’ You give her an assuring smile. She meets it with confusion… to which you reach right over and take her hand – small as it is – and tap your own nose with a free finger. ‘Right in my nose, no questions asked.’

She giggles as she takes her hand away from you, her features forming into a playful scowl. You waggle your eyebrows, making her shoulders quake a little more. It’s a nonsensical gesture, one that probably a hundred clowns could do, but between you and Houshou… it was a small promise. One that, if it ever came down to it, would remind you that you had once thought of this woman – and the others under your command – as a person and not a weapon.

You hope a day like that never comes.

‘I’ll remember that, sir.’

‘Dismissed, Houshou.’

‘Sir.’ She gives a playful salute.

As she turns around… you remember something.

‘Houshou, hang on.’

Wrapping your arms around her, you give her a bear of a squeeze, making her let out a squeal. You lift her off her feet, your arms finding their purpose, coiling around her as tightly as you could without crushing her – much. Houshou practically stutters in your arms, trying to find a way to squirm, so unexpected is your attack on her person. She calls you by rank and regulation… although you really can’t tell for sure; she seems to mix your rank and the names of various pre-school profanities in an embarrassed fluster that only encouraged your further.

Barely 10 seconds later, you finally let her go.

Houshou says nothing, looking at you with a mixture of indignation and… enthusiasm.

She bows, bolting away before you could say a word after.

The clock strikes 0800 on the wall. You move to finish up your food and clear up your mess – all as the thunder shook the barracks and the lightning flashed. On the ceiling, you hear several hard footsteps – the Division had finally come around to waking up for the day. You sit on the counter, eating your food again.

You’re at your last bite when a loud bang on the counter catches your attention.

You look up to see…

>Who is it? (Specify)

>>661469
Just reminding you guys that it isn't limited to just your KanMusu, but includes your staff, your superiors and KanMusu that are on-site and you have met before... that wouldn't be logically, otherwise pre-occupied.

>>661469
>Tenryuu
This would give us an opportunity to let her know about when we're scheduled to go inland with her. Plus we haven't spoken with her in a while anyway.

>>661469
>LEIA
If not possible
>Tenryuu

>>661469
>Tenryuu

>>661469
>Murakumo

>>661475
It's hard for us to abandon chance for waifus.

>>661469
>Tenryuu

>>661498
>Plus we haven't spoken with her in a while anyway
Who haven't we talked to in a while? Kaga, Kumo, Nachi, Sammy, Shiggy I think...

>>661554
I know we talked to Shiggy the morning of the open-mic night, we definitely should catch up with Kaga, Sammy and Kumo, and we haven't spoken to Nachi since the morning after we recovered Iowa, so we should go see her sometime soon too. Plus I still want to tell her about the Yakuza Incident, dammit.

>>661554
>>661571
Did everyone forget we literally brought Shigure with us when we visited Nagato?
Otherwise Tenryuu and Samidare are the ones we haven't interacted with at all in quite some time, everyone else we either did 1 on 1 or during the operation.

>>661579
Talking in an operation doesn't count as these character interaction scenes

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>>661579
Ah bugger, you're right. I got that mixed up with a different point in time. Still, talking in a mission isn't really the same as the more personal encounters since everyone's too busy murdering abyssals.

>>661591
That's the most low-quality Boss I've ever seen.

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‘Mornin’, Commander!’

Tenryuu, clad in a t-shirt and nothing at the bottom, energetically slams her hand down on the counter again, grinning toothily. You look up at her, fixing a wry smile – for someone who had been pegged as a consummate professional, she could rival Samidare at times when it came to the sheer volume she packed.

‘Morning, Tenryuu.’ You greet in return, nodding to her rather loose attire. ‘Getting ready for work?’

‘What?’ She gives her chest a pat and let out a quick huff, still grinning cheerfully. ‘Oh, nah.’

‘Are we playing hooky?’ You fix her with an unamused look… but the tone of your voice gives away the playful nature of your jibe. Tenryuu instantly picks up on it, of course, leaning over the counter and meeting our gaze.

‘As if you can talk!’ Tenryuu snorts, pointing a finger at you. ‘You slept two friggin’ days.’

‘I slept 28 hours.’ You clarify, frowning.

‘I know what it is.’ She leans over the counter. ‘So what’ve you been up to? We’ve barely had a chance to have a chat since the beach.’

You grab your bowl and utensils, placing them in the sink to start washing. Your back to Tenryuu, you engage her again.

‘I think we’ve all actually been busy.’ You admit – outside, the wind and the rain begin to pick up a little more. ‘But I think, with the rain… we might have some reprieve. Hopefully.’

‘Fat chance.’ You hear Tenryuu declare. ‘People still need their food and blankets… not to mention for the ones fleeing inland.’

‘Are people still looking for passes on transports inland?’ You turn around, wiping your knife.

‘Eh, yeah, of course.’ She shrugs nonchalantly. ‘What? You think people want to stay out here with us?’

‘I didn’t know so many were willing to go inland and abandon their homes.’ You clarify – although, considering the state of things… the blame hardly lay with the Yokosuka denizens. ‘How many left? 50,000?’

‘42,438 at last count. We’ve had people trickling out by the literal truckloads the last month.’ She answers mechanically. ‘It’s too dangerous… and rebuilding is taking a pretty penny out of the Admiralty’s and the Government’s coffers. Still, more out of the line of fire, the better, yeah?’

‘I guess.’

‘So, whatcha doin’?’

‘Just cleaning up. Gotta get ready for – !’

Tenryuu yelps as a boom of thunder practically shakes the barracks – and in her small jump, you find – and realize – that the shirt that she wore, fluffy as it was… had a gap much too big to count as anything less than a loose sack.

‘Man, that was a loud one.’

One with a clear view of her large breasts through her collar.

>Talk about trip inland PROCEED TASK
>‘Tenryuu, that shirt is way too big for you.’ (Point out)
>‘How’s work been since?’ (Ask about work)
>‘You were pretty damn good on Open Mic Night.’ (Talk about Open Mic Night)
>Write-In

>>661654
>>‘You were pretty damn good on Open Mic Night.’ (Talk about Open Mic Night)

>>661654
>>‘You were pretty damn good on Open Mic Night.’ (Talk about Open Mic Night)
Is she using one of our shirts?

>>661654
>>‘Tenryuu, that shirt is way too big for you.’ (Point out)

>>661654
>>‘You were pretty damn good on Open Mic Night.’ (Talk about Open Mic Night)

>>661654
>‘Tenryuu, that shirt is way too big for you.’ (Point out)

>>661654
>‘You were pretty damn good on Open Mic Night.’ (Talk about Open Mic Night)

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‘I saw you perform for Open Mic Night.’ You start. That had been a surprise. ‘I didn’t know you could sing.’

‘Eh, heh,’ Tenryuu turns red, rubbing the back of her neck; it would seem that she had taken it for a compliment, ‘well, it’s comes with practice…’

‘You were pretty damn good.’

She turns a little redder, puffing her cheeks and looking away.

‘Thank you.’ She says sincerely, grinning widely right after. ‘You’re the first person to say that since my Vice-Admiral.’

You frown – Tenryuu had been under the last Vice-Admiral’s Command?

‘That really strict guy with the…?’ You make a pinching and dragging motion from your bottom lip to under your chin, over and over again.

‘You know, you can just say goatee.’ She smirks.

You didn’t have fond memories of the Vice-Admiral – the proctor who had told you to go on home with the subtlety of a hammer and a loudspeaker fused. His glare was one of the things that

‘He looked like a cartoon villain. I thought he’d be hunched over and cackling over some evil plot half of the time.’ You admit – even the memory of him made you shiver a little. ‘If I could call him anything… it’d be a nutbuster.’

To your surprise… Tenryuu barks, holding onto the counter as she gives you a look somewhere between disbelief and amusement.

‘Yeah, that’s him.’ Tenryuu agrees, adjusting her large T-shirt. ‘I think he was a teacher before the Admiralty brought him in – I was under his Forces for a few years. Hell of a taskmaster, I tell you that much; kept pushing everyone until we were nothing but tears. He never discouraged me when it came to my playing the piano or my singing, though.’ She nods, smiling fondly at the memory. ‘Gave me some good advice – if I wanted to do something, I had to stick to it, no matter what anyone said, good or bad. If it comes down to it, he said that at least at the end of the day I stuck with it.’

‘He introduced you to music?’

‘No, I took that up on my own time. Had to do something other than running around the border of the hot zones, you know?’ Tenryuu shrugs.

Everyone needs a hobby.

‘So what kind of music do you stick with?’

Tenryuu frowns, turning her nose up at you.

‘I don’t have anything I stick with.’ She says snootily. ‘I just play whatever I think sounds nice enough to get my attention, is all. Although, that isn’t much to say… we don’t even have a piano lying around her for me to practice.’

You distinctly remember her banging on some keys that night.

‘Where’d you get the – ?’

‘Some of the maintenance crew was nice enough to donate their instruments for us to play that night.’ She cuts in. ‘It’s not mine.’

>‘So… singing and playing a piano?’
>‘Are you asking me for a piano?’
>Talk about trip inland TASK PROGRESS
>‘Tenryuu, that shirt is way too big for you.’
>‘How’s work been since?’
>Write-In

>>661845
>‘Are you asking me for a piano?’
pianos aint cheap, and we are on war time so...

>>661845
>>Talk about trip inland TASK PROGRESS
I don't think we need to ask if she's asking for a piano, we should just get it anyway. Besides, I'm sure we could find one somewhere in our District, it was full of stores after all. And even if we can't find a full-blown grand piano, I'm sure there's a Not!Casio keyboard laying around somewhere.

>>661845
>>Talk about trip inland TASK PROGRESS

>>661845
>Talk about trip inland TASK PROGRESS

>>661873
We can probably get our hands on basically anything as long as we have enough time and our district does well enough.

Don't we need to get money before we go?

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>>661969
Yep. We'll have go shake down Fingers for some cash, probably after we get done talking to Tenryuu but before we brief the Admiral about our findings from the meeting last night.

I just hope Fingers doesn't ask about the letter, I'm not emotionally ready to deal with more of that right now.

>>661988
we gotta go real soft here, with some very balant lies

otherwise we might fuck it up
talking relationships, why do i feel like taigei gone yan on us?

>>661988
Dunno what letter your talking about, we've blatantly suffered from amnesia To forget the horror of the spaghetti letter

>>662017
delincuent spaghetti really is weapons grade stuff man

>>662027
Speaking of delinquent spaghetti:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW-BU6keEUw

>>662004
>why do i feel like taigei gone yan on us?
I think that you are overly paranoid, Taigei is more of a slut than a Yandere, she seemingly cannot into monogamy.

>>662047
i say it not because monogamy but because we didnt dick her

want what you don't have or something on those lines

>>662052
She'll be a bit miffed but I don't think she'll hold it against us. If anything I expect her to make note of our meeting to blackmail us later/play us like a fiddle on behalf of the Court

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‘You’ll be happy to know that I’ve arranged for a trip inland this weekend.’ You declare. ‘You know, so you can do your shopping.’

Tenryuu’s reaction is instantaneous. She instantly pumps a fist in delight, looking very much the part of a child that had a promise to them made good. She leans over the counter, inquisitively – and brightly – looking up at you with her brilliant yellow gaze. You fight down a smile yourself – she could be a bundle of joy when she wanted to be, that was for sure.

‘Sweet!’ She grins widely, tapping her fingers on the surface of the table. ‘Where are we headed?’

‘Well, considering that I’m the Commander and you’re still a KanMusu… we still need to be close enough to be on-call…’

Tenryuu instantly droops; the two structures by the side of her head – which you now remember are built-in communication arrays – droop with her. It’s amazing how much she looked like a deflated puppy; you hadn’t even finished what you’d wanted to say.

‘Hang on, sir.’ Tenryuu scratches her ear, giving you a look that was a cross between disappointment and frustration. ‘Are you talking about Ichigodou?’

‘What’s with that face?’ You frown, rubbing your left hand.

‘That’s kinda where I don’t wanna go.’ Tenryuu groans, planting her face on the table counter. ‘That place has practically nothing!’

You frown even deeper, a little hurt by the accusation. You’d worked in Ichigodou before, and while it did havepractically nothing, as a place to just kick back and relax, it was a rather decent metropolitan area. It had brand shops, high end restaurants, hotels and a small river going around the city… it was a classy place. It hardly classified as somewhere that was truly worthy of vitriol.

Although… it did have a rather… snooty atmosphere.

‘I think Ichigodou’s a decent place; nice hotels, some really good restaurants, a nice river view…’

‘It’s a tourist trap! Why would I want to go to a tourist trap?’ She whines, face-first into the counter. ‘I just wanna get some clothes – and you know that those bimbos are gonna friggin’ overcharge you for an undersized dress!’

You smirk.

‘I’m aware of Ichigodou’s reputation… which is why we’re not going there.’ You clarify. ‘I have a transport for us to get to Kishin Metro. That should be a little bit more our speed.’ Tenryuu instantly brightens at that. ‘Shopping arcades, some bargain bin stalls, cheap food… the works.’

‘Now you’re talking!’

She grins again…

‘Glad you approve.’

And droops again… twiddling her fingers.

‘What?’ You sigh.

‘Can I... ask for one more thing?’

You gesture for her to continue.

‘I was wondering… maybe we could bring one ‘a the others along?’

>‘I’d like it if it were just the both of us.’
>‘Who do you have in mind?’ (Let Tenryuu decide)
>Bring someone else (Specify)

>>664875
>‘Who do you have in mind?’ (Let Tenryuu decide)

"We might want to perhaps grab something for everyone while we're at it."

>>664875
>>‘Who do you have in mind?’ (Let Tenryuu decide)
Don't know if the Admiral would approve it.

>>664875
>‘Who do you have in mind?’ (Let Tenryuu decide)
Regardless of who we bring we're going to make a list of what everyone might want and see what we can get.

>>664875
>>‘Who do you have in mind?’ (Let Tenryuu decide)

"Sure, if you get together a small shopping list of what the others might want."

Perhaps something for Iowa too.

>>665055
Yes we should mentally scar both her and the rest of our division by getting both seasons of the Kanmusu anime they made.

>>665199
why this

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>>665199
I feel like that's a bad move.

We need to wait until Fubuki gets transferred to the base first.

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‘Who do you have in mind?’ You ask. You didn’t have anyone in particular… and perhaps Tenryuu already did.

‘Eh, actually, I thought I’d leave it up to you.’ She shrugs.

You give her a flat look, crossing your arms.

‘Tenryuu.’

Your Light Cruiser gives an apologetic grin, scrunching her mouth and placing her hand under her chin.

‘Well, I have a few names.’

‘So? Spill.’ You rush her – not intending to sound rude… but there were things to do in the event that any other KanMusu wanted to come with. ‘I can’t sign off on so much, you know. You gotta tell me, or else I can’t do anything about it.’

Tenryuu raises her hands to placate you, getting the message.

‘Okay, okay… well, Murakumo might want to tag along… she’s been yammering about that newfangled console that just came out in town and she wants to get one for her.’ You open your mouth to say something… but Tenryuu makes a motion to have you quickly shut it soon after. ‘Don’t tell me you want to get it for her, because in her own words, if she’s not the one picking it out, paying for it over the counter and giggling on the way back to base… she doesn’t want anything to do with it.’

You frown deeper – you hadn’t expected Murakumo to have been one of those types.

‘Irako could use a trip inland, too… she hasn’t had a day off in forever and I think standing in the kitchen with Mamiya for so long isn’t good for her. Girl needs to live outside of gossip and cooking.’ She points a finger. ‘Same goes for Nachi. She’s a bunch of issues… maybe a night on the town will do a little bit of good for her, too. She needs something to get her mind off things. I don’t care what psych evaluation says, sometimes you just need to hang out with your buddies and just let it out, you know.’

‘I’m surprised you consider me part of that buddy conversation.’ You smirk at her. ‘And a little flattered.’

She rolls her eyes.

‘Then… there’s Iowa, of course.’ Tenryuu sighs, the smile half gone. ‘I think she could use a warmer welcome. Some good old hospitality.’

‘Iowa? You’ve talked with her?’ You blink, surprised. You didn’t think that she’d have talked to anyone right after arriving.

‘I was the one who let her in, you know.’ Tenryuu huffs, glaring at you. ‘You sign off on a temporary transfer and don’t even have the courtesy to leave an extra key around for her to let herself in? We’re at war – it doesn’t mean we have to be rude, you know.’

‘I’ll have a word with my attendants.’ You could’ve sworn ‘They should’ve been there.’

‘They were.’ She answers, rubbing her temples. ‘They accidentally locked themselves out.’

>‘If you can convince Iowa, she’s welcome to come along.’
>‘I like Irako.’
>‘You sure Murakumo will be all right with us dragging her for a whole day?’
>‘Nachi? I don’t know, but if you’re sure…’

>>665210
>>‘If you can convince Iowa, she’s welcome to come along.’
As much as I want Nachi time, it's important we make up for all the rudeness she's endured

>>665210
>‘Nachi? I don’t know, but if you’re sure…’

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>>665210
>‘They were.’ She answers, rubbing her temples. ‘They accidentally locked themselves out.’

Facepalm. Loudly and audibly.

>‘You sure Murakumo will be all right with us dragging her for a whole day?’

Murakumo best starter.

>>665215
>>665216
>>665217
Getting waifu vibes from people here. I encourage it.

>>665218
I actually waifu houshou but I like all the girls. Except the DDs. Daughterus

>>665210
>>‘If you can convince Iowa, she’s welcome to come along.’
It would be a nice gesture, to say the least.

>>665218
If I were waifuing right now, I would've selected for the Commander and Tenryuu to go alone.

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>>665218
>I encourage it
You know, I'm happy there really ain't enough people to have a full-on waifu war

Nagato is objectively best girl in this quest

>>665223
I'd actually say that waifu wars are abit irrelevant since MC is already being shared by most of the girls. And they seem fine with it.

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>>665224
Maybe in-story, but the player instinct to waifu is hard to ignore, and as continuously demonstrated, we're sorta slaves to it

>>665222
>>665223
>>665224
I want to encourage discussion and deliberation among you folks, considering the decision ultimately taken is going to be a full-on reflection of you.

>>665230
But most NEETS have no life, so theoretically they can more than one waifu.

>>665242
*have more
4chan cutting my posts apart today

>>665237
>considering the decision ultimately taken is going to be a full-on reflection of you.

What. As in our choice will define our character or others are gonna be judging us.

>>665218
If we're talking waifus right now, Tenryuu is objectively best girl.

>>665252
How you act and the decisions you make reflect on you as a person and a Commander. People who are more exposed to certain sides of you would either like you when you do certain things in certain ways... or don't like you doing it at all. An example of this would be Iowa's encounter.

You showed to her that you were considerate enough to back off on her request, inquisitive/curious/caring enough to inquire into her attitude and ultimately be forgiving of her conduct over breakfast. There aren't "good" or "bad" numbers/attitudes/meters, but people are reading you as much as you are them.

>>665280
Ah, right. I just found it weird we'd be judged over who we bring.

Bringing Iowa's winning though and thats a decent choice and rationale to bring her.

>>665210
>‘Nachi? I don’t know, but if you’re sure…’
Its time to bro it up with Nachi.

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‘If you can convince Iowa, she’s welcome to come along.’ You reluctantly concede. As much as you wanted to bring Nachi and sate Murakumo’s vice… maybe opening a clean slate with Iowa would be the best thing to do. ‘Although, I have my doubts.’

‘Eh? Why?’ Tenryuu puts her hands on her hips, frowning.

‘I don’t think she likes me that much.’ You admit with a grumble. Maybe she tolerated you a little more after that tea, but as far as first impressions went, you had – once again – yourself found wanting in their eyes.

Tenryuu happily nods.

‘Great! I’ll go talk to her!’

She races upstairs before you can get a word in edgewise.

Once Tenryuu had left the room… you set yourself into your working chair, throwing a glance outside. The rain hadn’t become any heavier since that loud rumble of thunder, but it wasn’t what you’d call weather fit for a stroll, either. You open the drawers, taking out pieces of paper and begin scribbling your agenda for the day. There would be a lot more to get to… but for now, you think it would be best if – !

You hear a knock on the door. In fact, you hear several loud rapping noises by the door, as if someone was scratching to get in. You get to your feet, making your way into the hall and down to the entrance to see just who it could be – who in the world would walk through the rain and the lightning at this time of – ?

As the wind and the water greet your face… so do two familiar patrons.

‘G – Good morning, sir!’

Your two attendants salute, clad in a set of of cheap ponchos and clutching several bags and folders, encased in plastic wrapping to protect them from the rain. Of course it would be them.

‘Get inside here!’ You usher them into the barracks ‘What in the world did you think you were doing running out in the rain?’

They hang their wet ponchos on the rack by the side – it’s probably the first time in a while that the thing had seen some use.

‘W – W – We wanted to bring you and LEIA some breakfast.’ Your bulky attendant gestures to a plastic bag his friend held. ‘They had some hot gruel this morning, t – t – thought we could share before we got to work.’

‘Is LEIA awake?’ Your lanky attendant inquires – despite the ponchos, they were still rather drenched. The wind must have picked up quite a bit since you’d woken up.

‘I think at this point… they all are.’ You look to the ceiling, frowning. ‘I have my doubts on if they’re willing to go to work, though. Storm doesn’t look like it’s going to let up.’ He offers to open one of the plastic packs, but you raise a hand, stopping him. ‘I just had breakfast, actually – but I appreciate it.’

They put on identical grins, pleased with themselves.

‘So, what do you wanna do first, sir?’

2/2
>Nagato’s stack
> Base Duties
>Division Duties
>Supplementary Duties
>‘Are we behind on anything?’

>>665393
>‘Are we behind on anything?’

>>665393
>>‘Are we behind on anything?’

>>665393
>‘Are we behind on anything?’

I have an idea for murakumo's gift. Get her a different portable console. That way she still gets games while she can go and get that console she wants in the future.

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‘Are we behind on anything?’ You inquire. It was best to get things that were stacking up out of the way first.

Your bulky attendant instantly dives into his pockets, taking out a black notebook, which had been rendered rather crumpled and wet by their running in the rain. He opens it up delicately – so as not to tear the pages – but otherwise ends up with a drenched piece of paper torn right out of it, anyway. Still, it doesn’t stop him from holding it up to the light and reading through what you can only make of as a record of your activities in regards to the paperwork.

Outside, the thunder rumbles loudly.

‘As of today, sir, we’re… of course it’d be today… we’re behind on Nagato-san’s stack.’ You frown, finding yourself annoyed with that particular bit of information – you’d slogged through the details like it was no one’s business and it was right up there again. Your attendant continues, squinting. ‘We’re a bit tight on Base Duties and Division Duties but we have a little bit of leeway on Supplementary Duties… you can put those on the low priority list if you want, sir.’

You try to get something answered first – namely a certain Sub-Commander’s stack which you know you had powered through just under two days ago.

‘Hang on, didn’t we just do Nagato’s paperwork the other day?’ You point out, pinching the bridge of your nose. You didn’t like going through the same work twice.

The both of them look at each other, before looking back at you as though you had just asked what color the sky was on a clear day.

‘Well… she does serve as the Admiral’s go-to when she’s not under you, sir.’ Your lanky attendant offers, shrugging. ‘It’s only natural that her stack replenishes faster than yours do.’

Once again, you find yourself marveling that Nagato could manage through the work all by her lonesome. Here you were with two attendants and you couldn’t, for the life of you, get even one a hundred percent off your desk.

‘I guess it is.’ You admit.

Your bulky attendant puts away his notebook… and the both of them await your instruction.

2/2
>Nagato’s stack
>Base Duties
>Division Duties
>Supplementary Duties

>>665451
>Nagato’s stack
Shes coming back tonight, PANIC PANIC fix the evidence

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>>665451
>>Nagato’s stack
Let's not be behind on Nagato's paperwork anymore.

Be back after prayers, folks. Sorry for this. Cousin's birthday and she's out of the hospital.

>>665458
It's all good. Take all the time you need.

>>665451
>>Nagato’s stack

We probably should look into the development of the district after this so we can get some cash for the shopping trip.

>>665451
>nagato stack

>>665210
>irako wants to go inland
i smell a plot to hook fingers into it
after we domesticate him atleast a bit

>>665610
We'd need to run him through chasing women 101 first... then again, what would MC know about dating.

Blind leading the blind.

>>665612
well...
two heads are better than one? we got a smigeon more of common sense?

>>665614
Wait, fatso DID snag Leia. He can help with the dating lessons and how to treat a girl right.

>>665620
thats because CHILDHOOD ROMANCE WOOO
and im willing to belive he wasnt the smoothest man on earth
mayve some tips would work?

>>665624
Probably couldn't hurt. The few of us men sitting together should be able to come up with a few decent ideas, hopefully.

Dear god, I hope it doesn't devolve into a spy date with us talking into Finger's ear.

>>665629
that IS the only way it will work without spilling enough spaghethi to feed the universe if we dont give him ATLEAST pointers

we are totally spying on him with a mic on his ear and us babbling into something mostly romanticalso a not-date

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You’re interrupted from declaring your choice – Nagato’s workload – by a pair of quick, loud steps down the stairs. You turn around to see your newest recruit, clad in t-shirt, jeans, a puff of wet, fluffy hair and an expression of urgency. Upon contact with your two attendants, she immediately snaps to attention and gives all three of you a salute, noticeably flustered. You give her a curt nod… and out of the corner of your eye, spy your bulky attendant give her a small, proud smile.

‘LEIA.’ You greet her.

She stutters, dropping into an apologetic bow, much to your surprise. Had she done something wrong?

‘I – I’m sorry, Commander, I’m not late am I?’

So that’s what it was.

‘No, you’re… on time, actually.’ You assure her. She holds her chest, letting out a sigh of relief as the thunder rumbles outside. ‘Your boyfriend’s brought you breakfast.’ You gesture to the bags that your attendants held in their hands. ‘I suggest that the three of you eat before we get started.’

‘Started?’ She blinks.

‘You’ll be helping me with my paperwork… for now, of course.’ You hadn’t had time to sort out the details of her workload… but another butt at the desk wouldn’t be so bad for now. ‘I still haven’t had the time to assign you to a post or talk with any of the other departments if they have any use for an extra pair of hands. At the present time… let’s see how well you can do with at a desk with a pen.’

She salutes, again, incorrectly.

‘Sir.’

Despite your command, however, the three of them – and you – immediately get to work on the work stack. Large plastic containers filled with gruel and meat pass around as another table joins your attendant’s makeshift workspace and the rain rumbles outside. Occasionally, you hear the rushing of feet down the flight of stairs and the sound of the door opening and shut with quick slams – despite the weather, it wasn’t a day off for them either.

Nagato’s stack proves to be as much of a chore as it had been before. The amount of departmental cross-referencing is truly staggering, even after all that work you’d done before. LEIA – much to your surprise – powers through it with her boyfriend like a champion and does her work without complaint… although you do have to refer her back to the correct stack occasionally or correct her on signing off permissions that had you as their final stumbling block.

‘Wait a second, that’s not meant to be there.’ You frown, taking a piece of paper from your lanky attendant. ‘The calibration issues are meant to be wholly signed off by me until Nagato gets things running.’

You didn’t want any complaints from The Admiral.

By the time you were done, it’s past 1300.

The 4 of you set down your pens.

‘Weather’s looking up.’ LEIA chimes, frowning as she looks outside. ‘Still raining, though.’

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>Division Duties
>Supplementary Duties
>Base Duties

>>666033
>>Division Duties

>>666033
>Division Duties

>>666033
>Division Duties

>>666033
>>Division Duties

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‘Is there enough left for lunch?’ LEIA inquires, her arms wrapped around the neck of her much larger – albeit ultimately shorter – boyfriend. You fight down a smirk as he tries to calm himself down, opening the wrapping over another thick bread roll.

‘T – This one’s mine, though!’ He protests, keeping her away from what he had apparently claimed for his meal. You continue to watch them with interest, the rain still pouring down outside. ‘There’s still a lot of gruel left – you can help yourself, you know?’

‘Come on, fatso, if you can slurp through two bowls you can spare your darling girlfriend a nice bite from ya bread, right?’ She grins teasingly, leaning over his cheek to chomp – or try to, anyway – at the piece. He has none of it, however, holding it out of her reach as she reaches for it. ‘Come on, stingy, don’t be such a glutton!’

‘Who’s a glutton?’ He huffs, making a rather decent show of avoiding her hands and dipping his bread into a bowl. ‘I only eat what I’m given!’

Your lanky attendant snorts, prompting him to give him a glare. Using the distraction afforded by her ally, she immediately cranes over and bites a huge chunk out of his bread, making your attendant drop it. Swiftly, she dives for piece… and looking right into his eye as she rested on the floor, throws the rest of in in her mouth, chewing for emphasis.

‘What? What? Gonna cry?’ She gloats, leaning in to him.

Your bulky attendant immediately scrunches his lips… and you’re wondering if you’d have to separate them from having a lovers’ spat in the middle of working hours, but for a while, they only trade looks. LEIA’s superior smirk to his displeased glare… until he raises from his seat and gives her an immediate peck on the nose.

LEIA’s reaction is immediate as she staggers back, flaming red. You swear that there might be steam coming out of her ears if there had been a boiling point.

‘Of course not.’ Your attendant answers coolly, a little red. ‘If I got pissed over every little thing you did… I wouldn’t be a boyfriend now, would I? Besides… I… I think we had a fair trade, don’t we.

Die, normalfags.

It isn’t until a little later that the four of you get to work on Divisional Duties. The pile isn’t large or puzzling, but there is a little more tension between your bulky attendant and LEIA as they set to work, with LEIA’s ears turning red every time their hands accidentally touched or your attendant’s cheeks turning maroon whenever she paid him a compliment.

By the time the clock strikes 1600, the three of you are shuffling documents to be delivered.

Outside, the rain subsides, only a drizzle left.

‘Good work, everyone.’

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>Look for a KanMusu (Specify)
>Look for a Staff Member (Specify)
>District Management
>EXECUTE TASK: Choose Task

>>666103
>>EXECUTE TASK: Ask Fingers for money

>>666103
>meet the admiral
we gotta put the rescue mission togeter superfast

>Die, normalfags
i knew it! the abyss are just a bunch of OP neets!
example, wake island-hime

>>666115
I have no such task in the database. Please refer to the first post to see which tasks are available.

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>>666103
>>EXECUTE TASK: Talk to the Admiral about what Taigei said. Possibly help the Major sync his workload with the Admiral too.

>Red Text is a channer

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>>666121
Oh, my bad. In that case:

>>666103
>Meet with the Admiral

>>666103
>Meet with the Admiral

>>666129
To ask fingers for money we need to do district management, which we should if nothing bad happens.

>>666126
>>666120
You're talking about TO ABSENT FRIENDS
>>666129
Yours is probably PRETTY WOMAN

>>666146
>You're talking about TO ABSENT FRIENDS
Also possibly GUARDS! GUARDS! unless tasks are mutually exclusive

>>666146
yep those ones

>>666146
Indeed. My apologies for not putting the actual task name, I was posting from a phone that couldn't into links.

>>666103
>>666120
EXECUTE TASK: RE: [TO ABSENT FRIENDS]

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‘I’m going to catch the Admiral before he gets off work.’ You declare, handing the last of the paperwork over to your lanky attendant. ‘Is he still at the Command Tent?’

The both of them look thoughtful.

‘He should be.’ Your lanky attendant nods. ‘The move shouldn’t have been done by today.’

‘What move?’ You frown – you hadn’t heard of a move before.

‘The Command Tent is due to move back to the base soon.’ Your bulky attendant explains, going through one of the many folders in his hand and passing it over to you. It looked like a schedule for a move. ‘They must have cleared most of the material by now…’

You doubt that. With the weather as it was, there must have been a delay of sorts.

‘Thanks.’ You turn to LEIA. ‘LEIA, make sure they get everything done before you leave. Good job today.’

‘Yes, sir.’ She salutes before dropping into a bow. ‘Thank you for today, sir.’

You nod, walking down the hallway and taking one of the umbrellas. Stepping outside, you see that the rain was still going as strong as it had this morning – you’d been wrong when you’d assumed that it had been over… that must have been a temporary reprieve. Still… it seemed like there was less wind, and thankfully, a lot less thunder and lightning. Your boots splash on the many puddles that made the compound as you rushed into the street to make your journey.

To your surprise, the army is as busy as you’d assumed the rest of the base to not be. You spy them running around, clutching their guns as they rush into jeeps and buildings, providing further relief for the town. You hadn’t really taken notice, but the neighborhood, despite the bad weather, had taken a better turn, aesthetically. There were still ruins here and there, but the patch job was decent enough.

The maintenance crew, in their bright orange uniforms, rush past you as you jog past the beach to make your way to the Command Tent. Even with the bad rain, it would seem there wasn’t enough rest to go around. You hear yells over the din as, just under half an hour later, you come up to the stretch of road coming up to the Command Tent, where, indeed, most of the tents around it had been moved. There was just pavement and a select few bright orange ones left for the crew to use as shelter from the weather, where they chatted over one thing or the other.

‘I tell ya, we have a pop star here!’

‘Buddy, can it.’

You chuckle as you go inside the tent, where you see that most of the equipment, save for some of the smaller apparatus, had been indeed, transferred – probably to where your attendant had mentioned. Even the partitions were gone.

The Admiral sits behind a small table, going through a few forms of his own.

‘Admiral.’

He raises his head.

‘Commander.’

>‘Taigei was as much as you said she’d be.’
>‘I found out about Yamato and Musashi.’
>Write-In

>>666249
>‘I found out about Yamato and Musashi.’

>>666249
>>>‘Taigei was as much as you said she’d be.’

>>666249
>I found out about Yamato and Musashi.’
its on

>>666249
>‘I found out about Yamato and Musashi.’

I apologise. I'm currently running errands and will be done in a few hours.

>>666700
seeya in abit

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‘I found out about Yamato and Musashi, sir.’ You say, your lips thinning. ‘You’re not going to like it.’

He gestures you to sit down so you can begin your report.

You reveal to him the predecessor of PROJECT GOOD NEIGHBOR, PROJECT RED SON and how the latter bore more fruit than the former ever did; rather than anger, he reacts with a sort of grim understanding of the actions undertaken by The Admiralty; the both you take care to keep it down, lest the fairies catch wind of the news – you’re thankful that the place is void of anyone else. When you get to the part of the interception of the Princess, however, The Admiral bites down a curse and a half, almost letting out a string of words – how The Admiralty should have known better than to underestimate a force of nature; how more than a decade of war had done nothing to teach them to not get ahead of themselves; how, as tacticians and commanders, they had failed to inform and organize a plan of attack by coordinating all available hands on deck.

Waiting for The Admiral to calm down, you get down to the topic – and the news – of Musashi and Yamato’s survival… in the hands of the Haszad Union. How the Admiralty held back on the status of their survival – and how they had ended up there – to keep any leakage of information from reaching the fairies. The Admiralty had kept things quiet, negotiations and all… from anyone and everyone save for the higher echelons, and you told the Admiral that they wanted to keep things as such. By the end of it all, he’s as jaded and tired as a man who had run a mile. His hands are rubbing his temples and his teeth grind against each other as he tries to take it all in.

‘Good grief.’ He declares, laughing mirthlessly. ‘How? How could they have let things get this far? The damn idiots!’

You open your mouth to say something, but quickly close it – if you said the wrong thing, you’d be liable for a knock on the teeth.

‘I’m not going to lie to you, Commander,’ he runs a hand through his hair, grumbling, ‘this is probably as worst case as worst case scenarios go. I was fully prepared to accept that we’d lost them, that they were gone, but… but this?’ He practically snarls. ‘We’re not just fighting mindless abominations anymore – we got the worse damn cards – red tape, international tomfoolery and self-serving bastards. Lethal combination.’

He takes out his pipe, angrily striking a match.

‘Of all the damn things to happen…’

>‘I was wondering if you could tell me more about them.’ (Inquire about how he knows Yamato and Musashi)
>‘What do you think the Admiralty’s going for?’ (Ask how the Admiralty is going to act)
>‘The Haszad is risking a lot by grabbing the both of them.’
>‘About Taigei…’
>‘So what do we do?’ PROGRESS TASK
>Write-In

>>667467
>>‘What do you think the Admiralty’s going for?’ (Ask how the Admiralty is going to act)

>>667467
>>‘What do you think the Admiralty’s going for?’ (Ask how the Admiralty is going to act)

>>667467
>>‘What do you think the Admiralty’s going for?’ (Ask how the Admiralty is going to act)

>>667467
>‘What do you think the Admiralty’s going for?’ (Ask how the Admiralty is going to act)

>>667497
>>667512
>>667726
>>667969
I am so sorry, folks. My country/OpenDNS apparently banned 4chan in the last 3 hours. Had to find a roundabout inside.

>Reasons: Anime/Manga, Tasteless

Fuck you, Malaysia.

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‘What do you think the Admiralty’s trying to do here?’ They’re the first words to leave your mouth. You’d discussed some of it with Taigei, but by being so cryptic, she didn’t give you a proper hold for you to latch on ‘I get the secrecy, but they can just as well grab someone from the ambassadorial office to arrange a deal, wouldn’t they?’

The Admiral sighs, fiddling with his cap.

‘That’s probably the first course of action they took… and if things have gone as bad as this, then it must have taken a Hell of a turn since.’ He grinds his teeth – you can hear the frustration and annoyance in his voice. ‘Ain’t to two ways about it, I have no doubt that The Admiralty’s – the Court’s and the Grand Lieutenant’s – was to use governmental channels to negotiate their release.’ Casting a troubled eye on to you, he lets out a growl. ‘If this is how long it’s been, we can only assume that every attempt’s met a dead friggin’ end.’

You bite your lip… that didn’t leave a lot of options left for the Admiralty to do.

‘So what’re we talking about now, then?’

‘Right now, it’s not about what the Admiralty’s trying to do anymore… it’s what the Haszad Union wants.’ He answers with the utmost seriousness, grinding his teeth and pinching the bridge of his nose again. ‘Of all the damn countries to get a hold on Yamato and Musashi, it’s one of the last two stinkin’ nations in the world we wanted to find in blood in the water.’ He snorts, practically spitting the words out. ‘Ironic.’

‘So all this is…?’

‘Delaying action.’ He chuckles darkly, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair. ‘The Haszad Union isn’t going to let go of two potential superweapons. Especially after they got kicked out of the discussions for refusing to agree with the terms of the Shamans.’

‘Taigei… said that it’d be nonsensical to consider that option.’ You bite your lip, unsure how to go on. ‘With the nature of the project, any Shaman finding out would lead back to the Fairies.’

‘So what can The Admiralty do?’ You press – maybe there was something they’d overlooked, as thin as it sounded.

The Admiral takes a puff of his pipe, letting out a breath you didn’t know he had been holding.

‘Right now, their best bet… in fact, their only option would be to welcome the Haszad Union into the alliance… on their own terms.’ That did seem like the only course of action to take. ‘And you know they’re not going to play by the rules.'

‘Do you think that they’ll actually…?’

‘That’s what they’re trying to avoid.’ He answers with a finality, grumbling. ‘I’m getting too old for this shit.’

>'Could you tell me more about them?'
>'Haszad's risking a lot.'
>About Taigei...'
> 'So what do we do?' PROGRESS TASK
>Write-in

>>667975
>>'Haszad's risking a lot.'

>>667973
lol malaysia

>>667975
> 'So what do we do?' PROGRESS TASK

>>667975
>'Haszad's risking a lot.'
way too much even for a childish tyrant

>>667986
Covert ops might be the way to go.

...Or diversion of princesses their way that they're forced to unleash the two. And then the two just come home.

>>667989
we should wait a bit before going snake eater on this

with some luck admiral has an idea
still im sure we are going metal gear solid on this shit

>>667991
I hope too but i'm abit doubtful as to whether there might be any solution.

>>667992
politics HO!
we are grabbing VC, finger and some of the boys, hosho because we might need a shipgirl medic and akashi is too importan to drag on a battlefield

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‘The Haszad Union’s risking a lot by doing this.’

At least, in your opinion, they did. Why would a whole nation risk the scrutiny of the international audience – especially at a time like this? Against a faction that was moving for the survival of all mankind?

‘You don’t make a big play if there’s not a big gain in return.’ The Admiral answers gruffly. ‘As things are, they hold all the cards. Whether they wait out or play them as is, they’re going to come away with something.’ He raises a finger, frowning. ‘In one scenario, the negotiations fail, the Admiralty bends over and takes it like a champ and keeps their secrets.’ He raises another one. You listen intently, beginning to understand the context of the decisions that had been made by the Union. ‘In another the negotiations get somewhere and the Admiralty gets the girls back but has to clue the Haszad Union in on the alliance and in the last one the Haszad blows the lid, takes the fallout and watches the Admiralty burn from their own damn recklessness.’

The Admiral shakes his head, chuckling once more.

‘They get what they want in the first two and are able to be petty enough to afford the last one.’ He gives you a defeated smile. ‘There’s no losing equation to them in this act.’

Something hits you. Maybe it was worth a try.

‘Hang on… what about the League of Nations? Surely they could – ?’

The Admiral shakes his head again.

‘With logistics as they are, there’s no way for the League to gather itself; Haszad’s almost as bad as the Abyssals – and even if they did gather enough forces for another front of war, would you even want them to? Haszad didn’t suffer as much in those opening years as the rest of us did. In fact, the only reason they probably saw a reason not to annex us in all the confusion is because the Shamans and Fairies were explicitly on our side.’

‘But with Yamato and Musashi – ?’

‘If either of them find out that the Court of Admirals conducted this project…’ The Admiral interrupts you, before trailing off himself.

‘It’s surprising that neither of them found out about Yamato and Musashi taking part in this.’ You sigh heavily. ‘I thought that the Fairies would have – Admiral?’

‘The Shamans were practically kicked out of the loop after the Summoning Modules were unable to be restarted. The Fairies… they trust us and have no reason to go after us unless they actually see what we had done… and if or when it happens, I don’t think I want to be there to see the fallout.’ He crosses his arms, looking upwards. ‘It’s a miracle they didn’t haven't thought the worst of us after the last few weeks.'

‘Yeah.’

It's all you can say.

>‘I was wondering if you could tell me more about them.’ (Inquire about how he knows Yamato and Musashi)
>‘About Taigei…’
>‘So what do we do?’ PROGRESS TASK
>Write-In

>>668000
>‘So what do we do?’ PROGRESS TASK
so a fuckhuge comie china? boy that makes it both easier and harder at the same time

>>668000
>>‘So what do we do?’ PROGRESS TASK

Well thats enough context then.

Can I have some feedback on the world I've built, please? How does it feel for you folks?

>>668008
Seems mostly fine. Would have preferred real-world names but its not a big issue.

Would have thought an abyssal type situation would have fucked over a large part of not!China's economy.

>>668008
pretty much like ace combat strangereal, but a bit more real on politeecks

i like it so far

>>668000
>‘So what do we do?’ PROGRESS TASK

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‘Admiral, what can we do?’ You let out an unamused sound. The way things had come across said that there was nothing that the Admiralty could do to change things without giving in to the demands of the Haszad Union; it seemed like The Admiral had resigned himself to an outcome.

‘We have to wait.’ He answers – his tone his heavy and his expression is reluctant. ‘This is bigger than the both of us – and but what you’ve told me, if gone wrong, it’s going to be bigger than anything The Admiralty will be able to handle. So we wait… see what happens.’

‘I know that’s not what you want to say.’ You press on; for a moment you wonder if he’d call to attention the fact that you’d foregone his rank and the honorifics, but all he does is throw you a look of understanding. He knew what you wanted to do… what you expected of him… and just what he had to say to dispel that expectation.

‘It’s not.’ He admits, grumbling and rounding on you. ‘But I want you to trust me on this. We can’t afford to be reckless or stupid – do anything heroic, and it’s liable to blow up in our faces and The Admiralty’s. Doesn’t matter what we feel right now or want to do, right now, what we have to do and what I want you to do, kid, is wait.’

‘You have something in mind?’ You gulp a little – he could be intimidating when he wanted to be, that’s for sure.

‘No.’

‘Then?’

He taps his pipe thoughtfully.

‘Then nothing. Right now, I can’t pull a cord or push a button unless I’m certain this is the best we’re going to get or the worst it’s going to be.’ He says it with reluctance… there’s something hidden there, but you can’t make out what. ‘I know Musashi and Yamato, and if the time span is right… we have a few more days before things really go out of hand.’

Now you frown, puzzled.

‘Admiral, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.’

‘I’m saying we wait. I’ll wait.’ He says with nod. It’s not a suggestion, and it’s definitely not an order – it’s a call for calm and level heads. ‘I’m not expecting you to be happy with it, you psycho, but it’s what I want you to do.’

You sigh, nodding in return. You suppose that it was all you could do; whatever The Admiral had planned, you’d go with it. The situation had exploded beyond the scope of your understanding, beyond the political penile measurement, there wasn’t much you could comprehend from the actions of either party.

‘What about Nagato?’

She had been the reason for this inquiry in the first place.

‘Tell her that you found Yamato and Musashi… but don’t tell her about what’s going on.’ The Admiral concedes. ‘Tell her that I told you to say that – that way she’ll throw the chair my way instead of yours.’ He sits down.

>EXECUTE TASK: Guards! Guards!
>‘About Taigei…’
>‘How are things, sir?’
>Write-In

>>668054
>EXECUTE TASK: Guards! Guards!

I want to ask about taigei... But maybe lets get the work out of the way first. Not sure if i even want to ask after that..

>>668054
>EXECUTE TASK: Guards! Guards!

theres gotta be something we can do without making a damn war...

>>668054
>EXECUTE TASK: Guards! Guards!

>>668054
>'About Taigei...'

MECH's probably writing already, but a vote for more info (especially if she's going to Papa Nurgle us) is always a good thing.

who is betting his isp got banned again?
or 4chan crapped on him?

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>>668009
Probably did fuck them over, just that they contain so much land they didn't collapse from it

>>668169

...Thats the current world map?

Christ if its russia, china, middle east and much of SEA... fuck me, thats huge tracts of land there.

>>668169
i know we are a small island nation and the abyss shated us hard but...
these hazad has a fuckton of coastal land, why say no to the leage thing? if they cared of their citizens they would colaborated with the shamans right?

something here is not right

>>668175

fraction of the land they have. Even not!Japan appears to be able to barely sustain themselves after the last abyssal assault. Compare their beach to land ratio to that of the union.

They could easily declare the coastal areas a no go zone and still live happily.

>>668175
It ain't that the Union said no, it was that they wanted to reap the benefits of magitech when the Admiralty was explicitly stated to be the only ones to have it. This got them kicked out of the negotiations.

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‘Admiral, about the MP scheduling…’

‘What about it?’

‘Well, seeing as the Army’s pulled in for support, I’d like it if we would be able to change our policy on them.’ ‘I’d like to have them open for the Army Officers assigned to the base so they can synchronize their efforts with theirs. If you left it open for the Officers, it’d make things easier for the rest of the town to – ?’

‘Commander, is this out of the kindness of your heart did someone ask you to ask me?’

‘It’s… the second one.’ You concede, sighing. Trust The Admiral to perfectly know where you were coming from.

‘The answer is no.’ He answers, leaning on his chair. ‘I will not allow the divulgence of standing orders and scheduling for usage by a department or body outside of our own. Do you know who else can get ahold of that information if it goes out unchecked?’ He takes an accusatory stance with you, accompanying it with a look of disappointment. ‘You’re not going to tell me you’re going to going through both the routes just like that, are you?’

‘I get that, sir, but as things are, I really think that we can stand to give a little bit of an olive branch to the Army.’ You try to reason. The Major seemed to be all-right… even if he did come off as a little green.

You, of all people, having that kind of stance on him screamed all sorts of irony, really.

‘You ain’t asking for an olive branch, kid, you’re asking for me to sign off on a joint operation.’

The gears in your head click as you realize just what you were asking of The Admiral. No wonder there was so much to

‘I… never thought of it like that, actually.’

‘Two departments have to sign off on a dozen different forms so they know who has jurisdiction where.’ He says matter-of-factly, making you wilt. You’d gone through the motions in your own adventures in paperwork. ‘In an on-going operation like a security detail, a two-way operation between two different bodies that have no connection to each other? It’s like you’re telling me to show the colors of my underwear to my neighbor.’

‘I don’t think it’s… that vivid, sir.’

The Admiral sighs, rubbing his eyelids.

‘How about this, Commander?’ He offers. ‘I’ll keep the information within the MP jurisdiction… but I’ll assign MPs to guide the Army support on the timetable.’

He follows up with a stern look.

‘If not, I’ll have you take responsibility for any fallout from this decision. I’ll bear the responsibility, but if things go down, I’m going after your ass, if you wanna leave it open to both sides.’

>‘I’ll go with your suggestion then, sir.’ (Keep the MP schedules private to the MPs, but increase MP workload) END TASK
>‘Sir, it’ll be easier on both the sides if you leave it open.’ (Schedules go inter-service, MP workloads stay the same) END TASK

>>668160
I was actually in the middle of power leveling my ships in KanColle. Been neglecting them for some time. Hatsushimo, Z1, Asashio and Zuikaku are almost Kai Ni levels.

>>668181
>>‘I’ll go with your suggestion then, sir.’ (Keep the MP schedules private to the MPs, but increase MP workload) END TASK

The MPs are going to fucking hate us.

>>668181
>>‘I’ll go with your suggestion then, sir.’ (Keep the MP schedules private to the MPs, but increase MP workload) END TASK
Try to be friends with everyone, and you make enemies anyway. C'est la vie.

>>668181
>‘Sir, it’ll be easier on both the sides if you leave it open.’ (Schedules go inter-service, MP workloads stay the same) END TASK
Hopefully the Major wasn't being duplicitous.

>>668183
Nice.

>>668181
>‘I’ll go with your suggestion then, sir.’ (Keep the MP schedules private to the MPs, but increase MP workload)
i dont like it but its for the best

>>668179
i dont quite remember
they wanted the tech without supporting the war? or they were up for it as long they got the tech

>>668191

Yea, they wanted to get the knowledge of the fairies and use it on their own stuff.

>‘Oh, that’s a misconception.’ Taigei educates you. ‘See, Basilius and the Haszad Union could not come to terms with how the power of the fairies would be used. The Government of Haszad was especially annoyed that… they wouldn’t be allowed to… benefit from the Admiralty’s progress.’

>Taigei smirks as the words sink into your head.

>‘Benefit?’

>You find yourself angry – angrier than you would have thought yourself to be before. They had lost millions in the last fifteen years of war against a foe that they wouldn’t have stood a chance against without the Shamans or the Fairies… and that was what the Haszad Union wanted? Benefits? Their oceans were being swallowed by a dark tide, their coasts turned into mass graves and the one thing that they had on their minds was how they could gain from the deal? You feel your veins popping – your prosthetic clenches as you grit your teeth, feeling the urge to just sock someone in.

>Taigei, reading the mood, thankfully moves away from you, resting her form against the desk.

>‘They wanted the fairies to share their knowledge with them as much as they did the Admiralty and the Shamans. The Shamans, therefore Basilius, refused to comply and thus decided that they were not needed – lest that knowledge fall into the wrong hands.’ She says, her face for the first time taking a stern expression. ‘Which is why the Vanzer Kingdom and the others were given permission to contact the fairies.’ She snorts. ‘So you see, they didn’t refuse – they were in fact, kicked out of the talks. They were only allowed to say that much at the gathering of the League of Nations to save face.’

>>668200
thats... a very political move read: im gonna wait till you do everying swoop in and get the tech and glory
yep, they are a combo of stalin russia and modern china

>>668203
And with their size and likely industrial might, any advances in fairy tech on their stuff means they could easily steamroll the rest of the land mass when the abyssal threat is settled.

>>668181
MECH, how accurate is the world map I made? Considering I've just re-read the worldbuilding section and I found this:

>Not!China and Not!Middle-East became a Soviet-Bloc-esque coalition of many smaller nations - they're very land-locked and very isolationist under a Senate - they have been so for close to 300 years and have had two civil wars that lasted a combined 30-odd years.

>>668220
The shape isn't particularly correct, but you have the territories pretty accurate.

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‘I’ll go with your suggestion then, sir.’ You concede. As much as you liked The Major and wanted to help him, you did see that why The Admiral wanted to take this particularly step… you wouldn’t have liked it if someone stepped on your jurisdiction, either. ‘If you think that’s the best course of action, sir, I’ll have no objections to it.’

‘Very well, then.’ He says formally, getting to his feet.‘If that’s all, Commander, I’ll take my leave.’

‘Yes, sir.’ You get to your feet yourself – the evening was fast fading… and with your business done with the Admiral for the day, you hope to get a few more things done.

The Admiral gives you a curt nod, tidying himself up with a few brushes. He gives the place a once over before turning back to you, regarding you professionally.

‘There’ll be a letter on your desk tomorrow on the joint MP patrols – just to confirm your proposal… expect a visit from the Head of MP Operations to go with it.’

You fight down a grimace – The Head of MP Operations, The Chief, had been one of the last people you would’ve liked to deal with, but given the context… you suppose that it was an inevitable result.

‘I thought the whole point was for me to not be held liable?’ You question, half-joking.

‘You’re not being held liable.’ He regards you with a neutral gaze, popping his wooden pipe into his mouth and smirking. ‘You’re just going to be the poor sap that’s going to tell him that he’s going to have to re-shuffle a schedule when the note comes through because I sure didn’t bring it up.’

Your shoulders droop… figures.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘And before I forget to tell you…’ he goes on, holding his pipe in his hands, ‘from tomorrow onwards, if you want to meet with myself or The Vice-Admiral, Command is going to be moved back to the base – this is going to be the spot for Army operations, so stay clear out of their way unless you have any business with them.’ You nod in understanding. ‘They’re here by the Command of the Lord, so don’t push their buttons anymore than you already did with that Yakuza stunt.’

There’s a small prick in the chest that makes itself known to you as The Admiral says that last part.

‘That’s a little unfair, sir.’

‘Well, it’s one of the reasons they’ve been mobilized here.’ He half-accuses, half jokes. ‘Don’t give them a reason to throw us into the brig.’

‘All right, sir.’

The Admiral makes a move for the exit; he moves the entrance flaps out of the way – outside, you notice that the rain’s picked up since your arrival… not that it appeared to bother your superior one bit.

‘Have a good evening, Commander.’

‘You too, sir.’

And he was gone.

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>EXECUTE TASK: Specify
>Go to Gym
>District Management
>Seek Staff (Specify)
>Seek KanMusu (Specify)
>Write-In

>>668303
>District Management
Time for the shakedown to get our funds going.

>>668303
>Go to Gym
we must become one with the lift

>>668303
>>Seek Staff (Specify)
Gordan Ramsey. Or what his name is, can't remember.

Learn to cook kanmusu food.

>>668303
>District Management
As much as I want to make gains, we need that money before we forget

>>668303
>>District Management

>>668303
>EXECUTE TASK: pretty woman

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As you step out into the rain, opening your umbrella, you realize that even though you’d seen Fingers a few days back playing detective… you really hadn’t talked to him about how the District was moving along. It’d been passed on to you to look after… and you’d be a poor caretaker to not check up on how things were going. Hailing one of the buggies, you hop in – the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and you didn’t feel like getting anymore wet than you already were.

After zooming through the city for a good 15 minutes, you stop in front of the plaza… to see that the place was now practically devoid of rubble.

You step out of the buggy – whose driver zooms off after a brief salute – and open your umbrella giving an appreciative whistle. It looked a great deal better compared to your last visit; along with the piles of rubble gone, hoisted away, no doubt, leaving clear roads, there were quite a few shops that had been restored to serviceable condition. The only things missing were windows for some of the lots… and while they didn’t look as fancy as they were before, the fact that the place looked further from a ruin compared to last time was a plus.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a line of your men, clad in ponchos and queuing up for gruel.

You blink – that wasn’t gruel… that was a shop. A ramen stall with makeshift seats, run by an old woman and a middle-aged man, pouring hot broth from under the awning. You also notice that it wasn’t just your men in line, either… there were a few children, some apprehensive-looking women, too, all lined up for their portion.

Things were beginning to pick up around here.

‘Hey, Boss!’

Fingers, clad in a grey poncho, waves at you using a clipboard, jumping off the small, raised wall and running up to you, grinning widely. He gestures to the ramen stall proudly, puffing his chest.

‘OUR FIRST MERCHANT!’

‘I’m impressed.’ You really are. ‘That you guys were able to get all this done in a few days is incredible.’

‘The Army guys gave some cement for us to work on… and with the Fairies helpin’ out, we’ve been able ta pull things up as well as we can!’ He gestures, again, to the Ramen Stand. ‘We’re not rollin’ in it, but peeps knowin’ that we got things on the ball… it’s encouragin’, yeah? Like you want it ta be?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well, we’ve had about 6 new staff since you last checked and the Jii-san there gives us… 1 store.’ He shows you the pad. ‘If you wanna place them, you can do it now – if not, they’re just gonna be doin’ general stuff..’

‘What do you mean by general stuff?’

‘Runnin’ errands and the like… but they won’t be helpin’ out with the District directly.’

DISTRICT MANAGEMENT
>‘I’d like to reallocate the workforce.’
>‘Did we make any money?’
>‘What do you suggest?’
>[Back]

>>668393
>‘Did we make any money?’
>‘What do you suggest?’

>>668393
>‘Did we make any money?’

>>668393
>‘Did we make any money?’

on alocating the new boys 2/2/2/2 sounds ok, as is

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‘Did we make any money?’ You inquire.

‘Yeah, we did, actually, Boss!’

YOU RECEIVED 45,000 YEN!

That’s not a lot, you think to yourself, I think that’s what I used to make in a week in the kitchens

‘Every time ya get a new Merchant, you’ll be entitled to a large sum downpayment.. Otherwise, you’ll only be getting between 3 to 15 percent of the merchant’s initial sum.’ Fingers explains. You take it all in, nodding; that did make sense. ‘I gotta warn ya, though, if your delinquency rate is too high, the lower your gross will be. Sometimes, you might even get not get it at all if the Merchant isn’t happy. Merchants have different levels of delinquency they’re okay with… as we get more people around, we’re gonna have a Hell of a time tyin’ ta gauge what they like and don’t like, I tell ya what.’

Fingers grins.

‘That is, if you’re able to actually to bring anymore people in.’

He only grins wider.

‘That’s your job, Boss!’

DISTRICT MANAGEMENT
>‘I’d like to reallocate the workforce.’
>‘What do you suggest?’
>[Back]

>>668508
>>‘What do you suggest?’

>>668508
>‘What do you suggest?’
word in the street has worth, indeed

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‘What do you suggest?’

As Fingers had been around the place longer than you had been… maybe it’d give you a better view on things if you could get reasonable information off him to work with. The last thing you wanted was for the place to fall back into ruin again. He thins his lips, raising the pad. Around you, the rain continues to fall, prompting you to raise your hand so as to protect the document in Fingers’s hands as he explains the details to you.

‘Well, in my opinion, Boss… you got way too much on security detail.’ He points to a circle with a few dots in it with his index finger, nodding at you. ‘I understand you’re kinda paranoid, but ya might wanna tone down on the protectiveness; we’re not even set up proper yet and you’re pushing way too much on that front.’

‘I’ll take that into consideration.’ You answer briskly, before smirking at your subordinate. ‘But considering the company, can you blame me?’

He holds his chest in mock hurt.

‘Ouch, right where it hurts, huh?’

The both of you share a chuckle; you then motion for him to continue, which he does. You huddle closer, looking at a few struck names or titles upon the pad, along with a green marker circling a name, which you realize is the Ramen Stall owner’s name.

‘In terms of recruitment, you’re good in terms of bringing in more hands to work, but we could use a little more in terms of, ya know, people advertisin’ for more merchants and the like – you’re not doing badly on that one,’ he concedes, shrugging a little, ‘but maybe a little adjustment can be used to up things up a little, if ya get what I’m saying.’

‘Aren’t you the articulate one today?’ You snort.

‘Rain makes my head cool down.’ Fingers answers, grinning widely. ‘Makes me think better – that’s what my Ma used ta say, anyway.’

‘I’m leaning towards believing her on that front.’

You really are.

‘Very funny, Boss.’ Fingers points to a smiley face drawn at the corner with a small number next to it with several question marks. ‘Ya also could use a little more when it comes to keepin’ the folks happy, but it’s not so much a worry, seein’ as we just got out first merchant… but it’s just something you’d like ta consider, ya know, if ya wanna adjust things?’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ You answer crisply. Maybe you should switch things around a little.

Fingers then indicates several numbers on the side, each corresponding to a respective date.

‘We got trouble makers, but they’re nothing to worry about. As things are, we’re progressing slowly, though.’ He pulls back the pad. ‘And you have 6 unassigned guys. I think I already told ya this.’

DISTRICT MANAGEMENT
>‘I’d like to reallocate the workforce.’
>[Back]

>>668573
>‘I’d like to reallocate the workforce.’
2 on prosperity, 4 on merchans?
i dont think we should touch security just incase

>>668573
>>‘I’d like to reallocate the workforce.’
So I'm thinking we take 4 off of Security work and divide them evenly between merch. recruitment and crew recruitment, then we add the six guys by twos to prosperity, crew recruitment, and merchant recruitment. The final tally would be like this:
Prosperity: 30
Recruitment (crew): 37
Recruitment (Merchant): 25
Security: 34

Any thoughts?

>>668609
>>668612
You guys discuss this. If I reveal the mechanics too much, you guys will game it.

>>668573
>‘I’d like to reallocate the workforce.’

>>668612
Merchants would be our main source of income so we ought to put more weight on that
Maybe
Prosperity: 30
Recruitment (crew): 36
Recruitment (Merchant): 30
Security: 30

>>668612
sounds good on me

still, i dont think we sould touch security

>>668619
I'd be down with that setup too.

>>668612
>>668619
>>668628
I'll give you folks another 20 minutes to finalize. I know this is a bit more of a collaborative decision making oriented activity than Quests usually are. When done, just post again and say FINALIZED at the bottom to lock in your decision.

>>668657
Prosperity: 30
Recruitment (crew): 36
Recruitment (Merchant): 30
Security: 30
I feel like this is about as balanced as we can make it right now.
FINALIZED

>>668680
Yep lets do it, we can specialize later if we need to.

>>668680
cant complain here

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You hand the pad back to Fingers, who nods. The rain begins to slow down as the both of you make your way to one of the shops that had been cleared – it’s an empty floor now, but maybe soon there’ll be another shop here. With the way things had turned out, you hope that the district starts bringing people in again. Considering that the place was once a lively commercial center, it was rather jarring to see it like this the last few visits. You turn to look outside at the masses queuing up for a hot bowl – you’re tempted to get one for yourself, but the line was just too long – and you didn’t have time to dawdle while you still had things on your mind.

‘That’s it, Boss?’

Finger shakes you from your reverie; you give him a nod in return.

‘Ya know, Boss, some of the guys – some of us – have been kinda worried about you lately.’

‘Really?’ You let out a small laugh. You’d been barely in the post and you were already drawing concerns.

‘Yeah, ya know… about your weight.’ He points to your gut, prompting you to raise a hand to your stomach almost in reflex. ‘We don’t think you’re eating well; we think ya should, ya know, consult a dietician or somethin’; The Admiralty don’t take care of it’s Commanders or somethin’?’

You blink – that’s probably the first time in your life that you’d ever had someone point that out to you so explicitly. You’d had people make fun of your posterior and your gut before… but this was the first time someone that wasn’t one of your KanMusu had pointed out the option of seeking real, professional help on the subject of your bulk. It was a little touching to know that Fingers and your crew held concerns about your eating practices.

‘I’ve been cutting down on food.’ You manage gruffly… and a little defensively. You had been cutting down on food quite a bit ever since you were admitted to the MASH; the scuffle with the last boss had put you in a position that deprived you of any semblance of junk food. Even now, you find, the way things were, meals were scarce and simple… but enough to keep you going. ‘There’s not exactly anywhere I can go for a gourmet shovel-by-the-pound, you know.’

‘We’re just sayin’… it’s not just what ya eat, it’s how ya eat.’ He declares knowledgeably. ‘If ya don’t take care, ya can end up a diabetic – and that almost never ends well for guys your size.’

‘Guys my size?’

You give him a flat look.

‘Ya heard me.’

>‘Fingers… about that letter.’ EXECUTE TASK: Finger In The Cake
>‘I can’t seem to find a connection.’ END TASK: Hard-Boiled
>‘How’re you and the men coping?’ (Ask how he’s been)
>‘Anyone been stirring up trouble, Fingers?’ (Ask how the District’s been going)
>‘What do you think of how we’ve been going so far?’ (Ask his opinion on The Admiralty’s activities)
>Back to Barracks ENDS DAY
>Write-In

>>668819
>>‘Fingers… about that letter.’ EXECUTE TASK: Finger In The Cake
Out of the pocket it goes, a steady flow of spaghetti shall rear its ugly head

>>668819
>>‘Fingers… about that letter.’ EXECUTE TASK: Finger In The Cake

>>668819
>‘Fingers… about that letter.’

fingers crossed here