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

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

‘Aren’t those your formal pants?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Witty Retort (Roll a 1d6 each)

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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>716460
Pink happens to be a very manly color.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>716460
Shakespearean wit!

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>716460

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>716460

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

Which, in Simon's words, might as well be 100 percent. :3

>>716521
So what happens if we don't get a fifth roller within a reasonable amount of time? Do you roll the fifth one, or do we just dump spaghetti everywhere?

>>716539
Someone can roll, of course. I don't mind an extra roll from one of you folks as it's after the 35 minute mark from the last prompt post.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>716460
Just found new thread, glad to see you again Mech.

>>716560
fuck

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>716460

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>>716560

Rolled 4, 8, 10, 3 = 25 (4d10)

>>716611
the dice gods are not kind today. we must appease them with a sacrifice.
Ignore this roll Mech

Rolled 2, 6, 1, 4, 4 = 17 (5d6)

>>716627
No, no, this is how you sacrifice

Rolled 1, 4, 1, 6, 3, 3, 5, 6, 3, 6, 3, 4, 3, 6 = 54 (14d6)

>>716678
we must sacrifice more.
btw what's the highest amount of dice we can roll?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What just happened?’

>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
>‘Nachi has a hand in it. Whether you wanna go on from there, it’s up to you.’ (Reveal Nachi’s plan to her)
>Write-In

>>716688
>>‘Nachi has a hand in it. Whether you wanna go on from there, it’s up to you.’ (Reveal Nachi’s plan to her)

>>716683
You just sacrificed 4 6es.

>>716696
the Dice Gods demanded sacrifice and i have given it to them

>>716688
>>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
We can tell her later. It's funnier to let her draw her own conclusions for now.

>>716688
>>‘Nachi has a hand in it. Whether you wanna go on from there, it’s up to you.’ (Reveal Nachi’s plan to her)

>>716688
>>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
If we're gonna make the act work, we're gonna have to commit to it. Besides, you never know who could be eavesdropping while we're in Yokosuka.

>>716688

If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)
Just waiting for gf fight when she finds out we didnt tell her the plan

>>716688
>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)

>>716688
>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)

>>716688
>‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ (Walk out the door after Iowa, say nothing)

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‘If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.’ You say crisply. There’s a little bit of reluctance in saying it, but outside of Nachi, Iowa and yourself, no one knew what the exact crux of the plan was… and you didn’t want Tenryuu to unintentionally blab it; if the Submarines were even a third of their reputation, by Houshou’s and Nagato’s accounts, it wouldn’t be safe for you to blurt this misdirect. You couldn’t lie to Tenryuu either. ‘Come on, the transport starts boarding at 0800.’

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

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

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

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

To where you’d waited for your bus.

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

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

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

‘Huh.’ Is all you can say.

‘Hey, Commander.’

‘Yes, Iowa?’

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

You blink.

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

>>716951

Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each

>>716951
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)

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

>>716951
>>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)

>>716951
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)

>>716951
>>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)

>>716951
>‘Here.’ (Give them 10,000 each)

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‘Sure.’

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

Hamakaze stood on the bonnet, holding a megaphone.

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

Or not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one speaks.

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

They start doing so.

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

‘Commander.’ Iowa interrupts Tenryuu’s tirade.

‘Iowa?’

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

>‘Iowa, you’re with me.’
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’
>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’
>‘Let’s just go with the flow, sit anywhere.’

>>717211
>>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’

>>717211
>>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’

>>717211
>>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’

>>717211
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’

>>717211
>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’

>>717211
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’

>>717211
>‘Tenryuu, let’s share.’

>>717229
>>717231
>>717254
>>717282
>>717292
I'm in the middle of writing this up, but I'm just going to take the opportunity to say this before I post.

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

Wow.

Write-up in 20.

>>717330
Welp fuck. you dinguses

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>>717330
Its been a while since we've truly fucked up, all good streaks must come to an end sometime

>>717211
>>‘I want the both of you to sit together. I’ll be fine.’

>>717348
The only reason I bothered to typed that was because I've given the "how do you think we should act" hint twice already. This time, I reserve the right to be condescending and sarcastic, but I won't railroad it.

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

And you're not endearing yourself to Tenryuu doing this. Votes are locked and write-up is almost done.

>>717330
If anyone tries to start shit, we can fight them. The Commander probably wants to fight some townies anyway. It's been a while.

>>717351
Iowa was the one that wanted to get her share of the money saying she is mature and responsible enough to handle it, we are merely trusting her.
Plus all choices were bad regardless, the population will hate any kanmusu as we've already seen with Tenryuu.Our presence will atleast protect one of them.

>>717361
>Plus all choices were bad regardless, the population will hate any kanmusu as we've already seen with Tenryuu.Our presence will atleast protect one of them

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

And we really do need to openly discuss choices as questers instead of just blindly voting for what we want.

>>717366
At this rate they're going to get Yamato and/or Musashi killed when the choice I have in mind pops up. I'm looking forward to gloating and writing that part up.

Keep waifuing guys... let's see how many of them are in the graves by the time we're done.

>>717366
If people are willing to throw abuse at a Battleship, of all Kanmusu, two of them wont actually change much, be there for each other but maybe, nothing more than that, at the end of the day only the commander can actually do something about rude humans.

>>717387
The Admiral told us to wait, so that's what we've been doing.

As far as the previous vote. I have no fucking idea what the other questers are thinking.

>>717389
Sure, but it's a better choice than up and abandoning a stranger in an unfamiliar country, give Iowa somebody she can talk to that ain't us while they both know we can handle ourselves

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‘All right, then.’ You nod to your guest, giving her a serious look before turning to the shuffling crowd, getting ready to pair themselves by the trucks. The Vice-Admiral was saying something unintelligible at the front, before jumping off the bonnet and walking away. ‘Iowa, are you all right sitting alone?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘One of my – !’

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

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

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

‘Yeah.’ You take a seat next to her.

The truck revs loudly; the convoy begins to move.

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

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>>717416
>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
We fucked up. Lets address that now.

>>717416
>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’

Iowa will just have to handle herself i guess, doubt it was any different for our other kanmusu.

>>717416
>>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
Guess we should confront the problem and learn instead of try to ignore it

>>717416
>>>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
say we fucked didn't we?
>>717436
new chapters out when? last chapter i read was a while ago.

>>717416
>>‘Something wrong, Tenryuu?’
Fuck.

>>717480
and now I'm going to go do work due in class tomorrow.
DON'T FUCK UP ANYMORE THAN WE HAVE ALREADY!!

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You know, I want to say I'm surprised that you guys fucked up.

But that would be a lie.

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>>717416
Whatever, let the waifu fags kill their fleet due to stupid decisions.

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

Jesus Christ, can't enjoy a quest without the platoon of crayon-eaters in the ranks.

>>717841
we forget sometimes where we are. Wafuiung at the right time is fine. Waifuing when it is not the right time is bad. We need to follow this simple statement.

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>>717854
True, but the logic is amazing though.
"Let's assgrab with Tenryuu, while we leave our ward KanMusu with a phobia of men to fend for herself."

>>717886
Who's got the screenshot from planefag's Strike Witches quest about our decision making skills? Sums up questers perfectly.

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>Look forward to a thread where we do fun SOL things inland
>Fellow anons screw up the whole thing

I have low expectations for the remainder of the day.

>>717908
perfect.

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>First thread after coming back from Japan

Oh boy, here we go.

Also, I bring tribute. Have mercy, mech.

I regret that I was unable to find the mumboat but I will take it as a sign that the 11s have good taste.

>>717977
Is there a KanColle trading card game?

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>>717979
No, these are Kancolle Arcade cards.

>>717981
>>717977
Japan has many glorious things
Brazil-anon, is that you?

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>>718018
Nope, sorry to disappoint.

Why do the pics keep rotating, fuck.

What have you all done
And this is y we have an ss here

My god its ridiculous how much everyone is overreacting to this, like its the fucking end of the world or some shit.
Glad to know that whenever we protect girls in certain situations we're white knighting and when we stop doing that its the fucking apocalypse. God forbid a trip we specifically planned to shop with Tenryuu should result in us not hanging out with her.
And the end of the day the only real thing that might even happen to Iowa is she gets harassed, mugged or lost(the last being fairly difficult since we're riding in a convoy)

>>718627
Its because we've been on a good streak recently, makes fucking up more jarring, especially since this should've been a fairly easy decision to not screw up

>>718671
The "correct" decision on this would have been for the commander to be alone during the ride there, id rather hang out with Tenryuu then do that, the only real mistake here is taking Iowa along with us when Nachi actually needed the day off.
At the end of the day Iowa doesn't seem that much of a pushover to have trouble being alone.

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>>718627
At this point I'm more worried that this will set the tone for the rest of the day, especially considering Mech's initial reaction.

I wouldn't put it passed him to punish us for it, seeing as he seems to enjoy doing so.

>>718728
Or remember the many times he has lied with the OOC stuff and everyone fell for it, this time the only real thing i care about is our relationship with Tenryuu, Iowa herself admitted to being a "Grown up" so she will have to deal with whatever that entails.

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For the first time in a while, you roll past the hills and into the highway heading back towards the inland cities. On your left side, you spy the exit heading towards where the Admiralty HQ was, an old stall with what looked like a family, selling snacks to the rare passers by on the way back. Your body sways left and right as the truck revs downhill onto the green plains – you overlook the fields through the opposite windows of the transport, taking in the view of green, yellow and brown. In front of the transport you were in was another transport, large and loud; behind was another, with Iowa inside.

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

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

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

‘I think she can take care of herself.’

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

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

‘Reasonably unhappy.’

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

You bring a hand to your chin,

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

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

‘Like – ?’

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

She’d changed the topic.

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

>>719848
>‘People don’t travel much these days.’ (Past experiences)

>>719848
>‘People don’t travel much these days.’ (Past experiences)

>>719848
>‘People don’t travel much these days.’ (Past experiences)

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‘People don’t travel much these days.’ You sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Why you – !’

>Listen on
>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks
>Put in your own opinion (Write-In)
>Write-In

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>>719969
>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks
im banking on spiritual bollocks

>>719969
>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks

>>719969
>Listen on

>>719969
>>Ask Tenryuu what she thinks

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‘What do you think Tenryuu?’ You turn to your Light Cruiser.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tenryuu isn’t amused.

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

TBC

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

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

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

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

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

‘Tenryuu – !’

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

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

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

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

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

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

>Sleep
>Talk with the other passengers
>Write-In

>>720103
>Sleep

>>720103
>Sleep
Also, lets NOT fuck up anymore today. I can feel mech breathing behind me ready to slit my throat already.

>>720135
Tenryuu just blew this way out of proportions, especially now that we've even seen the people on the transport not being massive assholes like we previously expected.
Regardless the lesson we can get from this is that doing nice things for the kanmusu doesn't matter in any way since the first not nice thing we do will lead to them burning bridges with us.

>>720158
The topic of the Abyssals is a very sore point for her. It's not about nice or not, with the fact that you're fighting them and that a good portion of Tenryuu's acquaintances have been probably eaten or thrown out of commission, Tenryuu doesn't want anything to do with things that would "humanize" them. She's not angry at you over the topic, but she is annoyed that with all the devastation is going on, that you put in the inference that there might be more to an Abyssal attack than raw devastation.

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

I thought you guys would get that talking with so many of the KanMusu before this. It's not about the motivation - they hate humans and kill them by the droves. KanMusu don't like them for doing that and have no tolerance for it. They're summons of the Fairies, who love humanity.

>>720174
It's understandable she feels this way. But that was a quite the leap with her implying we sympathise with abyssals just because we asked her opinion in the matter.

I get that she hates abyssals and all that but the real problem here is the notion that we would symphatize with abyssals, when it was more curiosity than anything else.

>>720197
>‘I thought you were meant to be the smart one.’
>‘You’re content to let things be?’ You question, frowning.
>You smirk. However, at Tenryuu’s withering look… it immediately disappears.

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

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Wake… up…

What?

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

Clumsy.

‘Sis.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hate me, don’t you?

You spin around, annoyed.

>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
>‘You’re family.’
>‘Maybe.’
>Write-In

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>>720247
>Say nothing

UH OH.

>>720247
>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
Welp Seaport-nee is back, hopefully Tenryuu wakes us up before its too late.

>>720247
>why do you hate us
aint buying this shit

>>720247
>>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
This could be a real whopper of a bad situation.

>>720247
>More waifubait
>‘I hate that you’re like this.’
Not today mech, not today.

>>720247
>‘Maybe.’

We already have 2 fuckups today, I wasn't ready for this.

>>720247
>>‘You’re family.’

>>720313
Maybe...the more we fuck up...the more mech sends us "home"

>>720207
Don't read the mood?
>‘I thought you were meant to be the smart one.’
>‘You’re content to let things be?’ You question, frowning.
>You smirk. However, at Tenryuu’s withering look… it immediately disappears.
I don't remember choosing these responses.
Especially when our initial choice was just a query on her opinion.

>>720247
‘I hate that you’re like this.’

>>720346
I think you forget that we have apparent little control when it comes to the Commander when you get on down to it.

>>720346
I think it's Mech punishing us by having the Commander turn into an insensitive douchebag all of a sudden.

I mean, if it's really as sore of a subject for everyone as it has been shown to be, it doesn't make any sense for the MC to try to make light of it.

>>720388
Ehh it's not really having him turn insensitive out of a sudden, we just haven't thought about our choices much. With Iowa we went for waifu choice instead of thinking that she's probably just acting tough, with Tenryuu we drilled a sensitive topic. We haven't thought about what we're saying so the commander didn't think of what he was saying, I'd say that's fair.

For now let's just focus on surviving Hime-chan without Kaga and Nagato to help us.

>>720346
You separated Iowa and Tenryuu - who Tenryuu elected to bring around. You tried to make light of the situation by being joking about it and misread it - a cause and effect caused by you not reading that Iowa and Tenryuu wanted to be next to each other, which was why your Heavenly Dragon had put her up as one of the choices.

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

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

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

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

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

Good luck sorting them both out.

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

That is, if you guys keep this up.

Oh, and I'll be resuming pretty late. I have a dinner function tonight. Take care for now!

>>720429
Nah, I was against splitting up Iowa and Tenryuu last night.
So your preaching about reading moods and waifu-fagging means little to me tbqh.

>>720475
>>720429
I wasn't able to make it last night, so im essentially in the same boat.

>>720537
same.

Then again without that ooc bit of info after the vote, I think it would have fallen to waifu voting anyways.

>>720537
Same here. I got here like ten minutes after the votes were locked in.

>>720547
Just remember to give things a good think through and you will be fine.

>>720641
Yea.

Especially after know we have an idea of how mech will treat this. Waifu voting will have to take a back seat as long as theres something else to work on and we should all remember that.

>>720651
To be fair, unless you haven't been reading all of the previous threads, you should have known this by now.

>>720670
Yea. But look at what happened up thread.

>>720723
Which part are you referring to?

I was actually wondering recently, have you thought about having discord or something for the quest? I saw that on some other quests and they're kinda shit but I'd probably be up for chatting with people from here.

>>720767
We could always just do that here. Lord know we have the space.

>>720767
You know, a discord would actually be very useful. It would at least encourage more discussion before we vote.

>>720778
Agree, it would be nice to actually deliberate on the fly before making a call.
Especially if it's a combat phase, or scene that is especially game changing.

>>720790
>>720778
>>720767
Mech could communicate with us more effectively too. Ultimately its up to him though

>>720825
I'd actually rather you guys run discussions among yourselves. I'm still quite traditional when it comes to DMing, so if any of you want to run an OOC Discord, it's best for me not to be involved, lest I be tempted to spoil the fun.

Be back in a bit, just home to pick up some things before heading back next door.

remember, no waifu posting, we are neck deep into really weird shit

>>720859
how about no waifu posting until the sub goes home at a minimum?

>>720870
that too
the iowa bulling we did was waifuposting too
i got one but do NOT post with your dick, post with your brain

>>720855
Well in that case I've set one up to see if people are interested. https://discord.gg/DXsehSp

>>720880
>>720870
Does every single interaction with kanmusu have to be waifuing? Can we not just hang out normally?
Not that it matters much now, the trip might aswell not exist with how horribly it went.

>>720896
Its not over yet.

>>720896
>the trip might aswell not exist with how horribly it went
Tone down the doomsaying, if fucking up with a gang boss didn't end the quest, then there'll be opportunities to make up for this

>>720905
It just feels like what we do is pointless if because of one mistake we're acused of betraying humanity

>>720925
What?

>>720937
Being accused of sympathizing with abyssals might aswell mean betraying humanity

>>720947
of course, how do you expect someone to react when you tell them that the things that murdered a bunch of people they know and love might actually not be all that evil?

>>720958
We merely inquired on her opinion on the matter, wether she actually had a reason she thought the abyssals came to exist for, i dont think at any point we said they were justified actions, seeing as how we almost lost our arm against them.

>>720968
We started to delve into the reasoning. Re-read the convo

>>720974
Its understandable that she is pissed off, but if we were in a similar situation and started calling our kanmusu useless trash that shit wouldn't fly. The bottom line of what im trying to get at is that we should also feel more affected by her harsh words rather than feel guilty over the decision.
Or in Telltale phrasing "The Commander will remember that"

>>720999
We weren't called useless trash. I think you are reading way too deep into this.

>>721005
I wasn't saying we were called that, but for kanmusu being called useless is one of those very painful insult, similarily us being called abyssal sympathizers should rank around the same.

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‘I hate that you’re like this.’ You sigh, unbuckling your pants and scrunching your nose as the odor hit your senses. You did stink quite a bit… that bender the night before must have been at someplace cheap – or one of the stops probably had been cheap. You smell like roasted peanuts and rotten tomatoes. ‘I mean, you used to be…’

You blink. You can’t remember. Strange.

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

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

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

She sighs, looking away and adjusting her top.

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

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

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

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

‘Can you not mention that?’

What?

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

Since when did you believe in that nonsense?

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

Hee.

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

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

You say nothing.

Did she say no?

>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)
>‘I didn’t expect it to last, anyway.’ (Stubborn)
>‘It was all her.’ (Blame her)
>‘Can you not get on my case this time?’ (Defensive)

>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’

>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)
This definitely relates to our current real-world situation.

>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’

>>721234
>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’

>>721234
>‘I didn’t expect it to last, anyway.’ (Stubborn)

>>721234
>>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)

>>721234
>>‘I didn’t expect it to last, anyway.’ (Stubborn)

>>721234
Come on guys let's not let her play therapist with us

>>721234
>>‘I… may have said some things I shouldn’t have.’ (Concede you might have been at fault)

>>721234
>stubborn
Forgot my vote.

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‘I may have said things I shouldn’t have.’ You admit.

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

You really need to watch your tongue sometimes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hang on.

You stop, your shoulders slumping.

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

‘I can handle my own things.’

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

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

She grins. Equal parts kindness and mischief.

I am your Onee-sama, after all.

>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)
>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)

So guys. IIRC Kaga said that every trace of the Princess had been removed from our stream. It's going to fucking suck if my theory is wrong, but hear me out:

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

>>721354
>>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)

>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’

>>721376
Or we could just dismiss this and handle our own shit, even if your right there isn't much the voice can put us back on track that we can't do it ourselves

>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’

>>721354
>>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)

>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)
all good things happen in the shower anyway

>>721354
>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)

>>721354
>‘I’m going to have a shower.’ (Dismissive)

This has been the hardest choice in this quest yet ;_:

>>721462
is not seaport, its whatever that red text is

>>721474
If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say the red text is either the Commander's subconscious or unconscious thoughts.

>>721354 #
>‘Fine. Here goes…’ (Spill the beans)

>>721488
WE GOT (partialy) BRAINWASHED DRY
SHIT

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>>721488
I'm fairly sure one of us has made a Persona 4 comment about that

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You give her a piercing glare, one that makes her wilt slightly. A part of you goes out to her – she had meant well, but for you, right now… you just couldn’t. It wasn’t about having pride as a man or any of that macho talk; more than anything, what came off on you was the fear that you would be vulnerable. She had probably been through the same things you’d harrowed through; probably more than a fair share meant for her, but right now, you didn’t feel comfortable around her; she was as much your sister as she was an alien presence. She was always there with those red eyes… and she couldn’t understand where you were coming from, all these years together.

I do know, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hey.’

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

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

It was an intruder.

In broad daylight?

>Go on the offensive
>Go on the defensive

>>721563
>Go on the defensive

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>>721563
>>Go on the defensive

>>721563
>Go on the defensive

>>721563
>>Go on the defensive

>>721563
>Go on the offensive

This is our world and whoever that is, they're not a part of it.

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

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

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

‘Commander.’

‘Tenryuu?’

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

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

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

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

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

Tenryuu actually does glare at you this time.

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

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

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

‘Nope.’

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

>>721660
>>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)

>>721660
>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)

>>721660
>>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)

>>721660
>>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)

>>721660

>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)

>>721660
>‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ (Check it out)

>>721670
>>721671
>>721673
>>721674
Sorry to cut the 4 hour session short, but I need rest. Will run the next session with a twitter announcement. Till next time!

>>721693
See you MECH

>>721693
Thanks for running!

>>721693
what the hell was with seaport?

>>721693
Later hoss.

>>721693
Don't worry, get rest. Good session, glad to see Seaport again.

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‘Won’t be doing my job if I didn’t go out there.’ You declare, albeit reluctantly, getting to your feet and moving past Tenryuu.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You approach the huddle… it really is Iowa.

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

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

The MPs immediately grab her arms, taking her away.

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

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

Iowa glares hurtfully at the MP holding her.

>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)
>‘She’s my charge, MP. I suggest you release her from your hold right now.’ (Mildly threatening)
>‘Iowa?’ (Confused)
>Write-In

>>723668
>>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)

>>723668
>>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)

>>723668
>>‘Let’s take it from the top.’ (Address the MP on the situation)

>>723686
>>723697
>>723702
Oh, fuck, I had the old prompts. Let me correct that. Taking the votes back.

Sorry.

>>723734
can't make things easy for us can ya?

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

>>723686
>>723702
>>723741

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

I didn't realize I'd copypasted the old doc.

>>723747
>>'MP, I'd like a debriefing please.' (Pull an MP aside and to talk him first)

>>723747
>>'MP, I'd like a debriefing please.' (Pull an MP aside and to talk him first)
Might as well be professional

>>723747
>>Write-In
"Gentlemen, let me calm her down first. I'll be right back to you."

Pull Iowa abit away from the others first. Give her some space to breath and calm her down first.

>>723747
>>'Gentlemen, if you'd release my charge, please.' (Bring Iowa over to your side first)

>>723747
>'Gentlemen, if you'd release my charge, please.' (Bring Iowa over to your side first)

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>>723760
>>723762
>>723762
>>723894
>>723895
Sorry for the delay, guys. I had to sort out my own KanColle things. Like clearing 5-5.

Unsuccessfully.

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

And... Coin flipped. Winner decided.

>>723747
>>'Gentlemen, if you'd release my charge, please.' (Bring Iowa over to your side first)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Are you all right?’

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

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

>‘Unless you have something to say.’
>Talk to the girl
>Talk to the MPs
>Write-In

>>723928
>Talk to the MPs
We can get Iowa's side of the story after she's had a minute to calm down.

>>723928
>Talk to the MPs

>>723928
>>Talk to the MPs
"Gentlemen, apologies for the commotion. Can you tell me what happened?"

>>723928
>>Talk to the MPs

>>723928
>Talk to the MPs

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Iowa opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it, nodding. Her eyes gleam in thanks as she steps away from you onto the slope by the side of the road. As you turn around to walk back to the MPs, you notice that the girl had grown a little more annoyed and impatient – she looked like you were wasting her time; she looked like everyone was wasting her time. The MPs frown as you approach them, hands in the pockets of your coats. It was time for you to just make sense of what happened… and why Iowa had been so angry that she’d want to strike and lash out at someone.

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

None of them seemed to be willing to do so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What?’

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

He grins.

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

>Reaction (Write-In)

>>723951
Thats just sexual harassment.

>>723951
>That's sexual harassment, you can't downplay that, especially since it got physical.

I really want to grab that guy by the balls since that would just be a little guy on guy but let's keep it professional.

>>723951
>that is sexual harassment, on an important millitary asset, at that
(anger at MPs intensifies)

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>>723957
"Its just a bit of guy on guy, whats the problem?"

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‘That’s sexual harassment, you know.’ You glare hotly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He snorts again.

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

>Write-In

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

Damn, I have such a prophetic Player base.

>>723981
>Punch him, with the prosthetic arm, then proceed with the investigation.
The MPs already dont like us, and we need to teach bigots a lesson anyways.

>>723983
Im glad you enjoyed it. It took my a while to find that picture.
>>723989
No. Are you stupid?

>>723981
As you said earlier, I handle them everyday and and if I didn't consider it a problem we wouldn't be having this conversation. She is an important war asset, no damage must happen to her, and you just let a civilian girl feel her up?

>>723981
>If there really was no harm done, i wouldn't be talking to you right now. this "toaster" is a criticaly important war asset, you don't gotta like it, but shes worth much more than either of us
>>723989
dont be an idiot, that will make us more problems

>>723993
seconded

>>723991
>>723994
I get that punching him isnt the best solution, but their MPs, surely they understand how important kanmusu are to the war effort, yet they act like this of all things.

>>723998
"tools"
that what they are to anyone but some of the command and crew
and us ofcourse

>>723998
>>724001
So instead of appealing to the humanity they have shown they don't have, we get on them for trying to break our tools.

>>724010
the ones we are using to save humanity? yeah
10 fucking years to learn, and they didnt

>>724012
The elections in the US prove how stupid the masses are. Seems fairly realistic to me.

>>724015
I take this as high praise.

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

Write-Up in 30 minutes.

>>724015
Its fine for the civilians to be somewhat angry since their suffering from wartime stress and whatnot, but those working for the admirality should know better than throw the only defenders humanity has under the bus.

>>724019
They're not official MPs.

In the early threads, it's established that a vast majority of them are volunteers. You even got in a bar fight with a guy because he bragged about how the volunteers were the ones effectively holding Yokosuka together now. Most of the old MPs are dead.

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‘If that’s the language you’re going to get at, then I’m going to be up against, then let me rephrase myself.’ You put your hands in your pockets again, gripping the fabric to keep your temper in check. If you let it fly now, there was no telling how bad it could get for you or for Iowa. ‘You’re telling me that you allowed a civilian woman to feel up a military asset under your watch and didn’t move to stop it?’

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

What?

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

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

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

‘Someone else?’

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

‘My own kind?’ You raise an eyebrow.

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

You move away from him, miraculously balanced.

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

>Talk to the girl (Roll a 1d6 each)
>Talk with Iowa
>Leave it at that
>Write-In

Oh, for fuck's sake. Again with the shitty prompts. Apologies.

>'Come on, Iowa, you can ride with us.' (Leave it at that - Request a transfer for Iowa onto your transport)
>'There won't be anymore issue, correct?' (Leave it at that - Iowa gets back on the transport alone)
>'I want to hear what you have to say.' (Talk to the girl)
>'Iowa, he told me what happened.' (Talk to Iowa)
>Write-In

>>724039
>'Iowa, he told me what happend.' (Talk to Iowa)

>>724045
>'Iowa, he told me what happened.' (Talk to Iowa)

>>724039
>'Iowa, he told me what happened.' (Talk to Iowa)

>>724047
>>724050
>>724051
Since you guys picked that option... and since I was a huge wad, what kind of tone do you want to take with it?

>>724055
Apologetic, since she will be joining us on our bus, but only after we deal with this mess

>>724055
Reassuring, tell her we want to move her to transport with Tenryuu, ask her if she has anything to add.

>>724060
this

>>724055
Apologetic and reassuring.

>>724055
Apologetic, we shouldn't have left her alone. Make sure she knows we don't plan on letting it happen again

>>724060
Yea, we'll swap places with her.

This girl can enjoy sharing a bus bench with a lard ass.

>>724083
If we can we ought to all be on the same bus

>>724087

If that was possible, it would probably have been done so right from the start. More likely the busses are filled to capacity.

>>724090
It was mostly about the crowd and how it got corralled initially, plus after this incident i doubt the MPs are gonna complain if we asked to be in the same transport with the kanmusu, maybe just move some random person from our bus.

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You keep yourself from looking at the dyed-haired girl. After that conversation with the MP, you’re surprised that you hadn’t socked him one… even if he didn’t deserve one, the fact that he’d waded through to say just what he thought about Iowa and the KanMusus was a conversation you didn’t hope to have again. Iowa was there, of course, away from the group and alone, looking out onto the green fields. Some distance away, you see a few tall buildings – you presumably weren’t that far off now. You let out a heavy sigh, barely keeping yourself from placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

‘Iowa, he told me what happened.’

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

‘Are you angry at me over this?’

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

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

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

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

Somehow, it just looks heart-breaking on her.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Anything else you’d like me to do?’

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

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

>Write-In

>>724098
>>Write-In
"I can do worse. I'll change places with you. Sit with Tenryuu and you shouldn't have much trouble. Now her on the other hand, shes gonna have to content with a overweight, sweaty and very annoying person sitting next to her for the rest of the trip inland."

Take your time with this. Be back in 4-6 hours.

>>724098
>"Wish I could, but for now we'll just press charges for sexual harassment, and your going to be transferring to our bus.Did you find your money by the way?"

>>724106
This works.

>>724106

>>724106
this should do

if she really likes kanmusu steel then she can feel up our fake arm all she wants....and thats when we press charges

>>724131
Get two sexual harassment charges for more money