>>1571312
IT'S ALL RED!!

>>1571312
You look like Hell.

Grumbling, you open your eyes, finding yourself in a familiar, sterile environment.

Only … it didn’t look that sterile anymore.

‘Hello, Nee-san,’ you sigh tiredly, getting off the—admittedly comfortable—couch. ‘Doing some spring cleaning I see.’

The place wasn’t quite as pristine and polished as you had remembered. The walls now looked a little more dull and earthen compared to the clean walls from before—that they actually looked lived in and were aging away. The neat frames that were set on them before had been taken off and set down on the floor along with several boxes, where you notice rolls of wallpaper, vases, jars and the like were neatly arranged and put away, the furniture of the dining area pushed to one side and the kitchen counter having an assortment of instant meals, still in their packs.

While a little bit messy, you can appreciate that there was at least more of a semblance of color compared to the hospital-like state this place was in before. A little darker, a little dirtier but somehow, more … comfortable.

It actually felt like a home, even if it wasn’t yours.

I would have helped with the strange one but you seemed to have last night under control.

A grimace makes its way to your features as you remember just who she was talking about.

A flashing light catches your attention before you can throw out an adequate answer, from one side of the apartment—from two windows, one dark and another barely lit.

Pushing yourself off the couch, you approach the both of them.

You look outside one window, then to the other … two different streets at two impossible angles and heights, sullen, faceless folk walking down below in the first, the dawn barely rising in the distance as chimneys silently chuffed, and another with the ground much closer, a cracked pavement devoid of life save for a cat sitting on a car outside, more a permanent fixture than a living being in itself. You shake your head, feeling something coming along as you realize that both views don’t reconcile.

Confused, you step back from both sights … only to find yourself in a faceful of large, bountiful—

You may need a lesson in grace.

Embarrassed, you dislodge herself from her chest.

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>>1571333
This is the more aesthetically-sound counterpart. Apologies for the shitty mistake on my part.

>>1571333
>‘Snappy today, aren’t you?’ (Retort)
>‘Why do the windows have different views and angles of the outside?’ (Inquisitive)
>‘Why did you call me here?’ (Direct)
>‘Don’t you get bored here at all?’ (Casual)
>‘Why the sudden need to clean?’ (Inquisitive)
>Write-In

>>1571338
>>‘Why do the windows have different views and angles of the outside?’ (Inquisitive)

>>1571338
>>‘Why the sudden need to clean?’ (Inquisitive)
"Gonna summon video games or something?"

>>1571333
>‘Why the sudden need to clean?’ (Inquisitive)

>>1571338
>>‘Why the sudden need to clean?’ (Inquisitive)

>>1571338

>‘Why do the windows have different views and angles of the outside?’ (Inquisitive)

>>1571338
>‘Why the sudden need to clean?’ (Inquisitive)

>>1571338
>‘Don’t you get bored here at all?’ (Casual)

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You notice that she’s not in her usual one-piece barely-a-sweater-hardly-a-dress.

Eerie as it was, she was clad in the same manner that she had been when she had tried to commandeer your Stream. A large, soft-looking apron that barely spread across her chest, a pair of hugging jeans that did little to conceal the curve of her wide hips and her hair done up in a messy bun. If it wasn’t for her alabaster skin and ghostly hair … not to mention the prominent demonic horn and eyes holding eldritch wonder, she could have probably passed as a typical young housewife.

Which gave you implications that you were not sure you were entirely comfortable with—especially how she’d practically turned you into a fantasy little brother and herself into your pretend older sister. You spare the apartment another look, wondering just why the place was so disorganized compared to before.

‘Why the sudden need to clean?’

She frowns, before blinking in confusion … and tilting her head.

It is normal for your ilk to reconsider shape and placement on an occasional basis to increase aesthetic pleasure, is it not?

‘I just don’t see what could a Princess have on her mind that she would consider herself able to be even bothered with the concept of clean—’

Before you can finish, an assortment of tools is thrown your way. You’re not even sure how she was able to so casually toss them expecting you to react, but react you did, catching a hammer, steel wire, a wad of half-used glue, a smaller hammer, a packet of nails with a cartoonish figure on it and what appeared to be some sort of small scraping tool.

If you have time to talk, you have time to hammer in some nails and put some frames up.

Not in the mood to argue, you decide to humor her.

‘Fine.’

After setting up the nails along a certain wall, you’re given the frames in question. These looked a little older compared to the simplistic, modern shapes on the old frames … they were paintings—or stylized photographs, you couldn’t tell—of various size and coloration.

Arrange them in an alternating manner—large frames, then small, then large again, then the smaller one again.

‘I know what to do,’ you grumble defensively, picking up the first photograph.

It’s not long until they’re all up … and a sense of deja vu washes over you as you step back to take in your work.

They were: a back door in an alley; a lonely street; a view from a window into a street below; ruins of a once-standing building; an ancient but proud house … and a setting sun overlooking a dark sea.

Good work.

You turn to face her once more.

>‘I’m going to hazard a guess that you didn’t bring here to just to hang up pictures.’
>‘Why do these photos look so … familiar?’
>‘This place gets weirder every time you call me here.’
>Write-In

>>1571431
>>‘Why do these photos look so … familiar?’

>>1571431
>>Write-In
"It's a nice look"

If she asks about her or the room, the answer is yes.

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>>1571431
>>‘Why do these photos look so … familiar?’

>she could have probably passed as a typical young housewife
Mech please

>>1571431
>‘I’m going to hazard a guess that you didn’t bring here to just to hang up pictures.’

>>1571431
>‘Why do these photos look so … familiar?’

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‘Why do these photos look so … familiar?’

Nee-san cocks her head, eyeing you curiously.

Photo?

‘I mean, these pictures,’ you gesture to your handiwork, biting your lip as you considered the set, ‘feels like I should be more acquainted with them, but … I guess it’s just deja vu.’

Silence permeates the apartment as you go from picture to picture. The dark, lonely street held a sort of … ominous tone to it. As though there was danger lurking around the corner, but there wasn’t quite anything in it that looked remotely threatening. You focus on one of the lighter parts of the picture—truly, it was a place devoid of life; more than loneliness, it was a feeling of desolation unable to be shared. The one that held a sort of view of a street below had a sort of … melancholic feel to it—not loneliness, but somehow, you could hear whispers of dreams, ambitions, floating away and remaining thus; it felt claustrophobic, trapping the viewer into a desire to be more.

The ruins echoed a sense of fear; you do not know why. It was just a barely-standing building; now an assortment of rocks, as lonely as the first, but as much a witness and a character in its own right, a sort of last man standing. The ancient house, traditional, prim and colorful … gave you a sense of warmth. It felt … homely, complete, firm. Made of the finest rock and stone, surrounded by lush, strong trees. This was easily the most cheerful of the bunch.

And then … there was the first picture you hung up.

You turn to the door in the alley.

For some reason, this one held your attention the most … and gave you the most dread. It was nothing special, just a door in a back alley heading into the building it was installed into, rubbish bags and trash cans practically framing it into the wall.

You do not know why this one was so—

What is this … day-joe-view?

Nee-san shakes you from your reverie, prompting you to turn to her—admittedly uncharacteristic and fiendishly adorable—features as she racked what was left of her mind of the words.

‘It’s a … Romerian term, I guess you can call it,’ you chuckle, stretching upwards. ‘It’s a feeling that … well, you feel like you’ve already been here before.’

You only seem to confuse her further.

You have been here before.

‘Yeah, but not in that—look, these pictures,’ you gesture to the now-hung photos, ‘they … somehow mean something to me. Or they should, but I can’t really tell why.’

They are nice, are they not?

‘I guess,’ you concede—they were nicely done, admittedly, ‘that’s not really my point, though. I just feel like these hold a little more meaning to me than they should.’

That is understandable—this is your realm, after all.

>>1571501
>Deja Vu? (Roll a 1d6 each)

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>1571504
Big Money

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1571504
I've just been in this place before!

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1571504

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1571504
I HAVE BEEN TO THIS PLACE BEFORE

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>1571504
>Deja Vu? (Roll a 1d6 each)
HIGHER ON THE STREET

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1571504
How many get to roll?

>>1571558
5

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Something strikes you.

‘Wait a minute.’

Slowly, you turn back to the seated Princess, her expression as innocent as ever.

‘These … they’re my thoughts, aren’t they?’ you take a slightly accusing tone, ‘My dreams? Memories?’

I believe in your tongue, they are called … echoes.

‘So you do know what these are.’

To your surprise, she shakes her head, her expression unchanging.

No. I do not. They are yours … and yours alone. Resonances to your feelings, your fears, desires, hopes … those are as close to the aesthetic of the odd spectrum that you possess. What they are cannot be generally defined, but I was surprised to have found them lying around, locked and nestled away at the very edge of your being.

You glare at her, suddenly feeling all the ease in your being leaving out the proverbial window.

‘You’ve been trying to pry into my thoughts, then?’

She keeps calm, shaking her head.

In this current form, I am only capable of survival. I am not even a thousandth of what I am—and am hardly in the condition to do battle with you, even if I so wish it.

You approach her suspiciously, wondering what scheme she could be cooking behind that odd apron of hers.

I am, however, concerned—that one of your kind would so neatly put all these away; in evolutionary terms, it is a paradoxical mode of survival. The torrent of your Champion—the mouthy one with the large chest, yes, that is how the whirl of your state of being should be—chaotic, destructive, without reason; weakness and unnecessary.

A little bit calmer, you sit on the spine of the couch as you consider the troubled expression of the Princess. An engine of destruction that was fumbling over words and asking your astral self to hang up pictures of your thoughts.

They are not meant to be … systemized.

You don’t take your eyes off her.

There are things that you are thus far unwilling to face without the ability to shout and yell to convey your emotional state—such as it is. For such a confusing kind, you have thus offered nothing but accommodating circumstances—and as I wish to continue my existence—my presence here—

She pauses, tapping the tips of her claws together.

You have … said it before, I believe.

‘Said what before?’

She pauses, tapping her chin with her sharp claw … before visibly brightening up.

It is thus: if you need to get something off your chest, I believe, as your prisoner … you may do so here, with me, if you so wish.

>‘You can see my dreams?’ (Accuse)
>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)
>‘So you see fit to just put them up here like some trophy? To taunt me?’ (Angry)
>‘Thank you, but…’ (Personal, defensive stance)
>Write-In

>>1571586
>>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)

>>1571586
>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)

>>1571586
>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)

>>1571586
>>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)
>>Write-In
Hug the nee-san

>>1571586
>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)

>>1571586
>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)
i remind ya all that we NEED to as this heretics buisness abyss has on us

>>1571586
>Write-In
Pat nee-san into submission

>>1571586
>>‘So this is what you wanted to show me?’ (Stay on topic)
>Hug or pet the need-san

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You take the picture of the door in the alleyway off the wall, giving it a good long look before hanging it back on the nail. This was no time to ponder their nature; or whatever it was that they represented of your person. You decide that for now, this was just a curiosity … and that you had a Princess to talk to and refocus on.

‘Is this what you wanted to show me?’

To your slight surprise, she shakes her head.

No, it is not.

She pushes herself off the chair, walking right up to you.

I am merely pointing out their nature—I believe the terminology you use is … easing someone into a conversation.

Despite the fact that she was a shadow of an eldritch being that towered over you at seven feet with claws that could tear you to shreds, you can’t help but give a small, suppressed laugh at her attempt in expressing such colloquialism. Maybe one day you could conjure a book of idioms or something in here—if you were able to figure out how this plane worked, that is. You didn’t even know where this really was.

‘So what did you want to talk about?’

She doesn’t answer immediately, raising her gigantic claw to her chin as she peers down at your much-shorter form, a twinkle of something apparent in her eyes.

Then, she speaks.

There has been a … shift.

‘A shift?’ You frown, taking a step back and putting both hands on your hips. You had expected something a little more concrete than one word. ‘You’re talking about something like those old movie grand masters before something ominou—’

You shut yourself up as she glares down at you—not out of fear, mind, more of the fact that she looked like a mother that was trying to get her son to take some wanton advice seriously.

There is an alien presence in the web of my physical self was once familiar with; even in this form—even as a whisper of a shadow—the shifts are felt … and clearer than they should ever be for one as fallen as I. Where the severance to the collective would not be able to even grant my self eyes in this form, I am now aware of a change … and there is now nothingness where there was once song.

You rub your temples.

‘A little cryptic, aren’t you?’

Give me a little credit. I’m new to this too.

‘You could stand to be more direct.’

She pouts, turning up her nose.

Your words hurt my compilation of alien notions. I am a threat of the utmost import. Please acknowledge this.

>‘If you want me to do something about it, I’m going to need more specifics than just “there’s a change”.’ (Inquisitive)
>‘If this is just to psyche me out of doing my job, you’ve got another thing coming.’ (Dismissive)
>‘I’ll keep an ear on the ground—I at least owe you that amount of trust, right?’ (Receptive)
>‘I don’t trust you.’ (Deny)
>Write-In

>>1572802
>>‘If you want me to do something about it, I’m going to need more specifics than just “there’s a change”.’ (Inquisitive)
Somebody died?

>>1572802
>>‘If you want me to do something about it, I’m going to need more specifics than just “there’s a change”.’ (Inquisitive)

>>1572802
>‘If you want me to do something about it, I’m going to need more specifics than just “there’s a change”.’ (Inquisitive)

>>1572802

>‘If you want me to do something about it, I’m going to need more specifics than just “there’s a change”.’ (Inquisitive)

if i read it right she measn that someone is hacking in the abyssal colective mind
other parts are a bit out for me

>>1572802
>‘If you want me to do something about it, I’m going to need more specifics than just “there’s a change”.’ (Inquisitive)

>>1572802
>‘If you want me to do something about it, I’m going to need more specifics than just “there’s a change”.’ (Inquisitive)

>>1572811
understood the thing, i belive
someone is outright hacking in the abyssal colective and controling abyssal forces
whoever did it has the abyssals as a puppet

>>1572811
I figure it might have something to do with Haszad's rumored bio-weapon. Perhaps they tested it and it caused a fundamental change among the abyssals?

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‘If you want be to do something about—about whatever you’re worried about—I’m going to need more specifics than just you being vague and cryptic; there’s a change and all that.’

You couldn’t just act on a hint. Not right now. The way things were, everyone was having their hands full just bringing the game back on even grounds … and it was a miracle that you’d been able to get this far without so much as a single casualty from your inexperience. The whole Division was busy getting the town back up to scratch … and you didn’t want to think what The Admiralty was going through right now between your transgressions against diplomatic guidelines and their own standing in the aftermath of the Assault.

To your slight surprise, she nods in understanding.

Understandable. However, I am unable to discern for myself the volume of influence that has occurred … only that it has happened. There is nothing further than that I am able to give you other than what I have felt; it is the same to you as your sense of discerning irregularities. Evolution occurs; ascension is inevitable … but this is unlike any sensation, alien even to my previous self. It is a change … and abnormalities are hardly things that your person is able to ignore.

Having been in your head—or wherever this was—this long, it wasn’t a surprise that she’d picked up on your unshakable inclination to tug on threads, even ones that held a lot more at the end than you were ready for.

But even with the benefit of the doubt … that wasn’t much to build on, and not something that you could heartily prioritize over current agendas. It was something to look into, but considering just who it was that was talking, you couldn’t well just jump the gun—not after everything that had happened.

‘Still gonna need more to build on.’

Again, she nods in understanding—or as much understanding as one could communicate with a pout and puffed up cheeks.

Take it in whatever manner you wish—even if you do not wish to heed it, I at least hope you are heightened enough in your senses to ensure your—and thus our—continued survival.

The world begins to shake.

‘That’s what it’s about at the end of the day, huh.’ you muse, cricking your neck.

It has never changed. Nor will it ever.

She wears a ghost of a smile as the light comes for you…

But it would not be entirely untrue to say you are good company.

You open your eyes, the pungent scent of carnality and everything it implied hitting your nose as your mouth tastes the sweat on the back of your partner’s neck, still sleeping peacefully and facing away from you.

Kissing Houshou’s bare shoulder, you sit up.

It looked like fate wasn’t keen on playing you an easy roll any time soon.

END INTERLUDE

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As it had always been, you were one of the first to rise slumber. Probably the first, too, judging by how early it was.

Houshou, apparently still exhausted from last night’s activities, shifted in her sleep. The both of you had long relieved yourselves from the confines of the bed … something that you were, in retrospect, thankful for. Even with the excuse of having to tend to the more carnal needs of a Carrier KanMusu, you didn’t need the judging gazes of the maintenance and requisition crew on the occasion that you would have to request a new one. Nor would you be able to handle your roommate’s teasing at your exploits, as necessary as they evidently were.

Even as a Carrier, you’re quite sure that Kaga wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to make fun of your exploits with Houshou the night before—especially not with the fact that the both of you had gone at it with such intensity that smell of sex and lust was barely settled. You couldn’t quite open the window right now, though … even in the dark, you knew a cold dawn approaching when you saw one. Houshou’s form, wrapped on the floor like a cocoon, shifts again. She wraps the blanket around herself even tighter than before, taking your share with a surprising show of strength and leaving you in the nude.

Shaking your head and wearing a bemused smile, you take one of the stray pillows—noting that they’re as hard as ever, but better than nothings—and lift her head, gently pushing it under so that she had at least something between her and the wooden floorboards. You didn’t know what constituted as discomfort for a KanMusu … but there was probably no being in existence that could sleep on its side like that and wake up in a good mood.

Stretching and grunting, you decide to get a headstart on your day. Early as it was—and as tempting as it would be to wrap your arms around Houshou once more—you couldn’t afford a light snooze right now; not with your planned visit to the Committee of Ceremonies later. Finishing your last stretch, you walk over to the cabinet, taking out your toiletries and donning your towel—which you realize that you should really start airing; you could smell it even with the scent of—

‘Commander…’

Houshou’s voice catches your attention; she turns in her sleep again, calling out for you.

Feeling a smile play upon your lips, you deposit them upon her brow, whispering light words of reassurance before making your way out the door and into the hallway and right towards the showers—

There is a sound of a thud, of something hitting something else … downstairs.

It could easily have been the wind, opening one of the looser windows again. It had happened before; and the mornings certainly were getting windier by the day…

>Have your shower
>Check what was going on downstairs
>Write-In

>>1573754
>>Check what was going on downstairs
>inb4 Haszad spec ops team or Abyssal infiltrators

>>1573754
>>Check what was going on downstairs

In the buff.

>>1573754
this>>1573768

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>>1573754
>>Check what was going on downstairs
Pic marginally related.

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It would be irresponsible for you to not at least check what was going on downstairs. After all, you were going to get to work down there later on … and if it was a stray cat or something of that ilk, the last thing you wanted was to clean up its mess after. Sighing, you set down your toiletries by the entrance to the showers, grabbing the hem of your towel and walking down the stairs as daintily as possible—no small task, given your considerable girth. Holding onto the railing to keep the floorboards from creaking, you turn down the landing until you reach the foot … and peer around the corner to see just what it was that was going on in the common area.

There was someone there, in the dark, bent over your work table—no, not bent over, clutching at it to prevent themselves from toppling—their silhouette showed them to be on the larger side … and hardly trying to be discrete. Something clatters on the floor loudly, prompting a hiss of frustration, before they too, fall to their knees with a curse.

The voice was feminine. It was a woman.

‘Damn…’

It was Iowa … and she seemed to be in a spot of trouble. With what, however, evaded your immediate understanding of the sight before you.

>Leave
>Catch her attention
>Silently watch
>Write-In

>>1573880
>>Catch her attention

>>1573880
>>Catch her attention
"Iowa, you alright?"

>>1573880
>Silently watch

>>1573880
>Leave

>>1573888
>>Catch her attention
this works

>>1573880
>Silently watch

>>1573880
>Catch her attention

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‘Iowa?’

You flip the lights on … to see a sight that you weren’t quite prepared for.

It wasn’t her state of dress—or more accurately, her state of undress—although it was the first thing that you noticed. The t-shirt that was her only article of clothing was drenched in enough sweat that you would have thought that she had run a country mile. Iowa looked haggard; her hair was a mess, her knuckles white and her face flushed, snot threatening to leak as her mouth stretched open. She was squinting, focusing on something in the distance as she struggled to keep herself upright; or rather, to get herself on her feet proper. She looked like she could barely hold her own weight.

She looked like Hell.

‘Commander,’ Iowa manages, the surprise in her tone hardly evident. It was as though there was something caught in her mouth.

Her hand leaves the table as she tries to walk towards you … and topples.

With surprising agility, you manage to catch her before she falls, bracing your knees and holding her up. She mumbles something incoherent, but your worry alarm was practically on overdrive at this point. You had never seen a KanMusu like this; she looked deathly ill, her body, dripping with sweat, stickily pressing against your skin as you try to ease her onto your torso for support. Iowa was a big girl, but nothing that you couldn’t particularly manage. The stench in her hair assaults you as you turn her in place, your chest holding her up as she continues mumbling and slipping, only for you to catch her with your left arm and bringing her back to her feet.

Silently, you thank the recent training sessions for gifting you with the ability to at least do this much. You probably would have ended up in a humiliating position otherwise.

‘You need to lie down.’

She doesn’t protest.

You maneuver the both of you around the working chairs before gently setting her down on the couch … and allowing her to slide down right onto your lap, breathing heavily. Instinctively, you move to check for a fever … only to find none. Her body, sweaty and flushed, spread itself all over the seats, stretching and moaning, her head nuzzling into your belly in a manner anything but comfortable.

It would seem that you had earned the place of being her designated pillow for now.

‘I’ll go get Houshou.’

‘No!’

The protest takes you by surprise. Iowa, with her dim eyes, stares up at you in desperation, her cheeks red.

‘She’ll yell at me for doing this on my own,’ she manages, her grip limp but otherwise present. ‘I just … just need some rest. Really.’

>‘How in the world did you get like this?’
>‘I’m going to go get Houshou.’
>Let her use your lap quietly
>Leave
>Write-In

>>1574057
>>‘How in the world did you get like this?’

>>1574057
>>Write-In
Get her some water.
"...Were you practicing your rigging on your own?"

If its affirmative: "You could've hurt yourself badly and noone to watch out for you."

>>1574070
this

>>1574070
this is good

>>1574057
>>Let her use your lap quietly

>>1574057
>Let her use your lap quietly
I honestly just want to wait till she realizes what she's doing before we say anything.

>>1574057
>>Let her use your lap quietly

>>1574070
>>1574074
>>1574077
>>1574079
>>1574086
>>1574087
Flipping a coin. Coin flipped.

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Whatever she had tried … at this moment, was irrelevant. Your shower could wait; Iowa couldn’t. Despite the more rational part of you practically aching to go upstairs and get Houshou down, you ultimate decide to humor her, gently petting her head as she rested on your towel-covered lap. You didn’t need to pry; at least, not for now.

‘Thank you,’ she chuckles wryly, looking up towards you with grateful eyes. ‘I don’t think I could’ve survived the yelling.’

You hold back a smile of your own, giving an understanding nod as you gently caress the top of her head.

There are no words between the both of you for a while; no conversation, no topic of the day. You stay in place, occasionally wiping the sweat from her brow as she rests, looking more fragile than any KanMusu—any woman—had a right to be. The sight of Iowa resting on your lap, practically nude save for that poor excuse of an article of clothing, as vulnerable as a glass vase at the edge of a table was something that was almost alien to you. Considering the power that she held, even in her less-than-perfect state, that she would need a rookie Commander like you to carry her and tend to her in such a manner was practically a far-fetched and hilarious fantasy.

Yet here she was, softly breathing, her chest heaving up and down as she slowly regained the usual glimmer in her brilliant blue orbs.

‘Hey,’ she starts, looking up at you in curiosity.

You lean forwards, gazing upon her downed form.

The color had returned to her cheeks. That was a welcome change.

‘You didn’t have to do this,’ she begins, a little more earnest than you had expected, ‘but really, thanks … Commander.’

‘No problem,’ you reply, accepting her words of gratitude. ‘Feeling better?’

‘Much,’ she says in relief, stretching her arms, her back curling as her head seemed to press further into your lap.

‘Glad to hear it.’

Iowa crosses her arms underneath her breasts, staring up at you curiously.

‘I heard the both of you going at it last night,’ she reveals, her cheeks red. Groaning, you lean back into the couch—it wasn’t as if you had expected to do so on the sly, anyway … Houshou had practically dropped all semblance of restraint five minutes in. Even if you held back on your own cries, she certainly hadn’t bothered to ‘Must’ve been something special, huh?’

‘All in a day’s work,’ you answer coyly.

Her countenance shifts as she turns away from you, her cheeks red again.

‘If I asked … would you?’

Your throat instantly dries, your eyes drifting to places you know you shouldn’t look…

Before finding a light, dainty touch your chin, calling for attention.

‘Joking,’ she teases, winking playfully.

>‘Somehow, I saw that coming a mile away.’
>‘Don’t play with my heart like that, lady.’
>‘Very funny.’
>‘Nice chatting with you, but I really need to have a shower.’
>Write-In

>>1574276
>>Write-In
"Good show. My turn."

Tickle her. Shes weak and can't resist.

>>1574281
revenge

>>1574276
>>‘Somehow, I saw that coming a mile away.’

>>1574281
>Her laughter wakes up Houshou who goes down to check, and finds near-naked Commander on top of a smiling near-naked Iowa

>>1574281
This.

>>1574295
>>Her laughter wakes up Houshou who goes down to check, and finds near-naked Commander on top of a smiling near-naked Iowa

This is fine. There is a good chance her internal reaction would be to drag the two to the room.

>>1574295
this

>>1574276
>‘Don’t play with my heart like that, lady.’

>>1574281
Definitely voting for this one.

>>1574281
This I vote

>>1574276
>‘Very funny.’

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You weren’t going to let her get away with that, guest or no.

Sneakily moving your prosthetic down her spine … you initiate your counterattack.

‘HEY!’

You did not know whether Iowa was ticklish or not, but you couldn’t let that silly tease of hers slide. Running your fingers up and down the small of her back, Iowa barks loudly, inadvertently rolling onto her front and giving you better access to the designated area of bombardment. Now with both hands, you let your fingers dance up and down her vulnerable ribs, your blonde guest trying as hard as she could to keep her voice from spreading and waking up the rest of the barracks. Not that that eases you into any modicum of restraint—it was just too much fun, watching her struggle to keep herself quiet as she teetered on the edge of the couch.

That is, until she grabs onto your thigh in a climax of protest … pulling you with her onto the creaky floor with a thud, your knees accompanying your forehead.

For no reason other than the sheer contagiousness of the idiocy the both of you were indulged in, you can’t help but cover your face as your own laughter sounded—just as loud as hers.

You don’t even care that your towel had been practically dislodged from its purpose.

At least until you notice Iowa, her own t-shirt barely more than a rag around her neck at this point and the rest of her form bare for anyone to behold, staring down at your nethers with an expression of shock … and embarrassment.

‘Sorry,’ you apologize, hurriedly covering yourself. That would certainly be a start to the morning for everyone.

‘No, it’s…’ she bites her lip, wearing a tight expression as shoved her hands back in her sleeves, realizing just how messy her own state of affairs were, ‘it’s fine, sir.’

You don’t dare pursue her thoughts. This was as far as you dared to take it without ending up in someone awkward sermon tripping over your own words. Iowa didn’t seem to be so sure of herself either, clutching her arms around her breasts and trying her hardest to look at anywhere but straight at you, her knees fidgeting and her shoulders trembling, her hot breath visible as the cold air of the room finally decides to make its presence known.

You hear the rapid sound of footsteps. Turning up your head you look up to see … Houshou, her expression unreadable as she darted her eyes between your prone form and Iowa’s shaking one.

‘I … I should go.’

Clutching her t-shirt closely and getting to her feet, Iowa scampers past Houshou, leaving you with the stoic-looking KanMusu.

‘Commander.’

>‘What’s with that look?’ (Confused)
>‘Man, she can swing from one look to the next, can’t she?’ (Jest)
>‘Can I help you, Houshou?’ (Patronize)
>Write-In

>>1575033
>>Write-In
"I can explain. ...And I think you know I'm not the type to start making the moves on someone else."

>>1575033
>"Iowa tried to be cheeky while feeling under the weather. She couldn't hadle the tickle counter-attack and she dragged me with her when she fell."

>>1575054
this

Since a lot of people seem to be turning in/offline, I'll be cancelling the session here. Votes, however sporadic, are still welcome to people on the floor. Drop in a vote, an ask or something, and when I log back in I'll do my best to continue.

>>1575033
this
>>1575080

>>1575054
I'd go with this

>>1575033
>>1575054
>>1575080

I say combine these two. They flow into and complete each other.

>>1575054
this

also, houshou, jealous? i can smell the trible a mile away

>>1575362
It's probably related to Iowa's issue. She's way too serious for just jealousy.

>>1575080
this works

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You decide to take preemptive measures.

‘Before you say anything, please consult prior experience and realize that I’m not the type to so much as consider anything of what you may have thought happened,’ you say hurriedly—you could hardly make the words out yourself, your tongue practically flailing with the garrulous jumble you’d seen fit to throw out, ‘and it was a tickle fight—nothing out of the ordinary. Just a simple—’

Houshou’s expression doesn’t change. She regards you with a gaze that was … not quite scrutinizing, but it didn’t quite translate that she wholly accepted your side of things. Deciding that your mouth was only going to get you into deeper trouble—as it almost always did—you keep quiet and brace yourself for the inevitable tongue-lashing. Despite the fact that you and Iowa sharing practically nothing but a healthy sense of camaraderie and understanding, and that itself arguably impersonal one outside of the few odd moments of insight, you honestly felt like one half of a relationship that had betrayed the trust of the other.

Now that you had thought about it, that’s probably what you had essentially done, inadvertently or no.

You open your mouth to say something; anything, but you find that your brain had taken a preemptive measure of its own to kill any chance of digging yourself deeper in this mess that you had made.

Before you had noticed, Houshou was right in front of you, clutching her robes and looking up at you with raw, barely held emotion. The turmoil that her features now conveyed made you wonder what wasn’t there. Wincing internally, you wait for her to speak … only for her to turn away, making a small, troubled sound.

‘Houshou?’

Her blue eyes turn up to you, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to gather her own words.

‘Commander,’ Houshou begins, a little tentative, hesitant, as though she was the one that had some explaining to do, ‘is that kind of connection with her so … easy to establish, even without a prior link?’

You make a confused noise of your own, wondering what she had meant by that.

‘A link? What?’

Houshou clutches at her robe, her feet fidgeting and pressing against one another as her gaze morphs to a mix of slight distress and a lack of comprehension. A sense of discomfort comes over you as she looks … much smaller than before. Houshou was by no means a midget, of course, but right now, she … she looked like she was going to just disappear on the spot.

‘She’s not … one of us,’ her voice grows harsher by the word, though still timid, ‘is it … so easy to just …?’

>‘It’s nothing, really.’ (Reassure)
>‘I don’t understand—what are you getting at here?’ (Address)
>‘If you think that something happened, I just want to emphasize that nothing did.’ (Focus)
>‘Easy? What’s easy?’ (Confused)
>Write-In

>>1575888
>>‘I don’t understand—what are you getting at here?’ (Address)

>>1575888
>‘I don’t understand—what are you getting at here?’ (Address)

>>1575888
>‘Easy? What’s easy?’ (Confused)

>>1575888
I'm sorry, I haven't been paying attention to you recently.

>>1575888
>‘I don’t understand—what are you getting at here?’ (Address)

>>1575941
its not a jelously thing, i belive
its how iowa, a non fleet ship can make friends with us, and she couldnt make friends with humans, even with the ones of her fleet

or so i think

>>1575970
That's what I think too, but reading out loud does make it still sound like a jealousy thing, just less about the commander and more about how Iowa can make connections in general.

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‘I … don’t think I understand,’ you state, confused at her choice of words, ‘what are you getting at, Houshou?’

She looks up at you, a strike of anger dashing across her features.

‘Iowa isn’t part of your Division—I am,’ she clutches her robes tighter, the fabric practically wrapping around her shoulders and arms, taking another step towards your person—if she wasn’t glaring at you before, now, she … still wasn’t, but it was a very similar substitute. ‘Nagato, Kaga, Takao … you built that connection with us on the basis of the Stream—that that is how the connections is established, how it holds, and…’

She trails off, her arms wrapping around herself as she steps away from you. You’re not sure if she’s distressed, angry, ponderous or … sad, but there is a hesitant quality in her voice, a sense of confusion and a loss to direction that seemingly permeates the room. Houshou turns to you, as if seeking answers … and turns away again, a frustrated noise escaping her throat, before closing her eyes. She throws you a smile, odd and unfitting the suddenly-sensitive state of affairs—it’s tight, stony and … you’re not quite sure if it’s sincere.

Maybe that’s why it scared you so much.

Houshou had worn her heart on her sleeve with you; as serious as she could be at the front of the war, right now you realize that for the first time since you had picked her out of the candidate’s list, she wasn’t entirely on your side. You had somehow managed to place yourself on a ledge opposite hers; on a side that you hadn’t known you had set your foot across. It was easy to say that a sense of guilt was creeping upon you … but it was too easy to grab and whine about a mistake.

It was hard to admit to yourself that you had no grasp or semblance of control over this. You didn’t know how to approach Houshou’s side without losing your foot crossing that line—that somehow in this very moment weeks of camaraderie were unraveling thread by thread from one careless action.

And yet … there seemed to be an odd sensation in the air.

If there was fury—and there was fury—it didn’t seem to be focused on you. It was dancing, all around, practically a stench at this point, but … that’s all it was. Surrounding, eating and suffocating, but it wasn’t directed at you. You didn’t feel it digging into your bones or clawing down your spine.

She was mumbling now.

‘I don’t get it … is there something I … is there a need that…’

Her eyes are unfocused, and her hand on your chest.

>‘Houshou, there is no need to to blow things out of proportion…’ (Professional)
>‘Houshou, nothing has changed. We’re still comrades.’ (Placate)
>‘I don’t understand what you mean.’ (Confused)
>‘I think a shower would cool our heads a little, don’t you think?’ LEAVE (Roll a 1d6 each DC:19)
>Write-In

>>1576040
>Write-In
>Houshou, Iowa is my friend, but you know by now that our relationship is way more than that. It's more precious than the world to me. You've always been there to support me, and stream or no stream linking us, I will always be with you. im... sorry if i couldnt show it to you how much i care for you, you know im bad with this kind of things things...

>put arm on her shoulders

>>1576040

this >>1576093

>>1576040
>Hug her
>"Houshou, I promise that nothing happened between me and Iowa. We're only friends. Still, the stream connection isn't what makes me care about you girls... I just care because I do. I care because you are the closest thing to a family I have... So I'm sorry for making you angry."

>>1576093
This

>>1576093
supporting

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>1576040
>‘I think a shower would cool our heads a little, don’t you think?’ LEAVE (Roll a 1d6 each DC:19)

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‘Houshou, Iowa is my friend, and you know that—’

You’re interrupted by a kiss.

It’s not one you enjoy.

Primal and aggressive, it’s everything that Houshou was last night, but now … whatever sense of control that kept her holding back, that kept her in check, was gone. You can’t push her away—she was too small and too close for you to get any leverage … and you find that, at that moment, even if you were able to get a sort of hold on her, you wouldn’t have been able to anyway. Strength that you realize couldn’t come from anything but her raw, unfiltered physical prowess holds you in place. An arm was wrapped along your back while her hand pushed against the back of your head, keeping your lips squashed against hers.

Houshou violates your mouth. Her teeth occasionally drag against your lips as she practically ravaged everything inside your mouth with her tongue, your neck struggling to pull away. Your senses aren’t dulled by the sudden action—you try to rationalize the current state of affairs, her eyes hazy. Her hands desperately cling to your back, her nails raking across your spine and to the small of your back, more of a demonic vice than a lover’s caress. Something intoxicates you, taking over your senses and knocking any rhyme or reason out—it wasn’t simple lust. Lust you had control over—there was a compulsion, an echo that was desperately calling back for its mate, something you cry out to yourself to cease and walk away.

You can’t push her away. She’s too strong for you.

You’re reminded just what she is … and what you are here, in this old used building.

You are human.

She has no such limits.

‘Houshou, sto—!’

She disrobes, her slender form able to be beheld by your eye again … but this time it only serves to terrify you. You’re too slow—too slow for a KanMusu, even one such as Houshou, and she pushes you onto the couch, her eyes lidded, unfocused, as she practically tears your towel from your legs, revealing your flaccid member.

Without warning, Houshou takes you in with her mouth.

Despite the sheer protest building up, your hands desperately reaching downward to get her to stop, Houshou ignores your pleas, sucking and mewling with an enthusiasm and disregard uncharacteristic. You try to pull yourself away, but against her strength, the full might of a KanMusu, you can’t do much. You want her to stop, but your body betrays you, your penis erecting itself regardless of your thoughts. She drinks from you, taking and taking selfishly. A need that she would not be denied.

Not even by you.

‘Houshou, please!’ You gasp, trying to reason with her maddened state.

She doesn’t listen.

In an agonizing moment, you let it all go, bursting in her mouth as she greedily slurps it all down without pause, like you were the lone tap in an endless desert.

‘Delicious…’

>>1576170
>‘Houshou, please… don’t do this… ’ (Try to implore with her further)
>‘If this is how you want it… ’ (Turn the tables on her)
>Kick her away
>Try to get out of her grip
>Yell for help
>Write-In

>>1576170
>‘If this is how you want it… ’ (Turn the tables on her)

>>1576186
>‘Houshou, please… don’t do this… ’ (Try to implore with her further)

>>1576186
>‘If this is how you want it… ’ (Turn the tables on her)

I'm lurking but.. So worried now with these choices.

>>1576186
>Try to get out of her grip

>>1576186
>>‘If this is how you want it… ’ (Turn the tables on her)
time to live dangerously

>>1576186
>>‘If this is how you want it… ’ (Turn the tables on her)
>>Write-In
Bridal carry her back to the room.

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>>1576186
>>Kick her away

>>1576199
>>1576200
>>1576202
>>1576203
>>1576204
>>1576206
Oh, shit guys, my bad. I left a few options out.


>>1576170
>‘Houshou, please… don’t do this… ’ (Try to implore with her further)
>‘If this is how you want it… ’ (Turn the tables on her)
>'You want it this way, right? This is all you're able to get off to, right?!' (Direct your fury at her)
>Allow her this sin.
>Kick her away.
>Try to get out of her grip.
>Yell for help.
>Write-In

I really don't think this is the right course of action, guys. We need to put our foot down and explain what happened. Nothing will improve if we just fuck her.

>>1576220
this, this guy is right

>>1576220
You guys can re-vote. I boo-booed and pasted the old choice wheel.

>>1576219

My Choice here in >>1576206 still stands.

>>1576219
>Write-In Let hosho do what she wants and take it all, after hosho is done we just hug her and pat her head and tell her its all right, that she doesn't need to go this far for affection and we would like her still despite it all

I don't know whats wrong and now i'm worried. God speed anon's it was a regret to come out of lurking.

>>1576226
My vote stays the same. We need to make it clear that sex isn't the answer to everything.

>>1576219
This>>1576238
every other choice is terrible anyway

>>1576219
>‘Houshou, please… don’t do this… ’ (Try to implore with her further)

>>1576241
You staying with your vote? I'm allowing changes because of the initial screw up.

>>1576220
I sorta agree but when you remember that houshou doesn't really comprehend affection other than sexually, this would be the only way she knows how to attempt to 'win back commander's attention'.

We can't fight her off and calling more people down is worse.

If we want to calm her down, we should let her have this, then reengage with her after. Most likely after this she will have that hollowish feeling still hanging around abit.

>>1576219
Still voting >>1576218

I don't see why we should respond positively to this.

>>1576238
Even if this is her only known way of showing affection, reinforcing it doesn't sound like a good thing.

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>>1576238
fuck it supporting

>>1576249
>>1576219

I'll back this guy >>1576238 seems more logical then just letting her get her way

>>1576251
Its not reinforcing it as in this state, absolutely nothing will stop her till she is done, its being there afterwards and assuring her that we still care for her is what is important. We will not be like all the other guys who just go whambam thank you man and leave afterwards and leave her alone feeling empty and hollow. We are better than that and must see through to the end, even after seeing this side of her

>>1576238
This, hold on to her anyway.

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You can’t fight her.

So you don’t.

Houshou suckles on you, worshiping you like some stone idol, nibbling and caressing your member as though it was the very meaning of her existence, her breath and tongue running over it like a moist divide between the biting cold air of the room and your aroused flesh. She tugs on the loose skin of your scrotum, alternating between rough treatment and light, gentle kisses. She smells your groin as though it is made of lavender, licking and kissing every inch of skin that she can get, her fingers pressing you to the couch as she continues her ministration. She is like a feeding spider—you are a fly caught in a web that you can only hope to find a swift end in.

She brings herself down onto you, the familiar tightness of her warm insides making you moan. Propped up on your elbows, you hazily watch Houshou, still caught in a trance of her own making, her hand pushing down on your torso as she moves herself up and down, slowly but surely, wearing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, lost to her debauchery. You struggle to breathe, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as you take in the sight of Houshou pumping herself up and down as though this was made by mutual need—by losing yourself in each other as you had before. At this dawn, she is needful of all the sensations you offer.

Houshou takes it from you without regard.

You try to look away—sometimes it’s hard to meet the eyes that once held that desperation, that need for warmth, but you can’t.

There is a sorrow to her actions—a shattered shape to this nightmare.

She clings to you as you release yourself in her, her throat cackling madly as she raises herself, your semen dripping out of her … before impaling herself again, this time with her rear entrance. The tightness is almost painful for you. It feels like she’s going to wring out every last bit you had left, her light laugh sounding like nails on chalkboard as she impossibly bends you and her body forward, kissing you bottom lip before taking you wholly to the hilt, spreading her vacant lips for you to see---all the way to the end, a warm stream of liquid hitting your abdomen, spilling and staining the couch. She doesn’t stop, taking sheer glee in the act, her nethers breathing as though they were their own being.

‘This is great, isn’t it, Commander?’

Her voice cracks, her form still impaled on you, but unmoving.

She looks like discarded glass doll, her hands hanging from her side. Her hold on you is all but gone, the stream of piss leaking and flowing without indication of stopping.

‘Why … why don’t I feel anything?’

Her mouth opens and closes, a tear flowing down from one eyes as she looks around, lost.

‘This is what … what it’s about, isn’t it? Comman … der …?’

Her eyes meet yours.

‘This is what I … need…’

>Write-In

>>1576418
>>Write-In
"No its not. Sex is just a part of intimacy. Houshou, affection and love isn't just all about it and you're more than some bitch who just needs to filled."

Wipe away her tears, hold her and tightly hug her.

>>1576453
This, and headpats.

>>1576453
This, also remined her that we aint never going to give her up, let her down or turn around and desert her

>>1576453
aint got nothing so this'll work

>>1576418
this I guess>>1576453

>>1576453
>>1576461
Both of these

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Her eyes had regained her color.

She bounces on top of you, forcefully and uncomfortably, but the drive, the aggression, had all but dissipated. Now, there was only but a shell of a confused KanMusu, trying to make sense of the scene as much as you were. It was as though a bout of realization had come to her—something that she couldn’t accept. Confusion, desperation, seems to take her thoughts over—she looks around desperately, streaks of tears flowing down her eyes as she looked down to her femininity, roughly raking a finger along her folds over and over again before making a frustrated sound and pulling her hand away.

She stares at you, her fingers now digging into your abdomen as her whole form, still impaled upon you, quakes.

‘Why?’

She stares at the back of her hands, pressed upon your wet, stained stomach, her knuckles white and the tears running freely.

‘I needed this, I … I needed this, so why?’

Her voice shatters as her shoulders quake harder than ever, her hands pushing off your body and clutching her head tightly, letting out strangled noise after strangled noise. Houshou’s face contorted as she swayed side to side, the sound of grinding teeth hitting your ears as the drool fell from her mouth. She looked like a weeping child rather than the majestic, experienced presence you had grown used to knowing … and no longer the monster that had forced herself upon you like the spider-woman she was.

This was Houshou. All of her.

‘Why don’t—’

And this was how you would take her.

With a wet squelch, you propel yourself to receive her, arms wrapping around her so tight that you think you might dislocated your own arms from their sockets. Her form grows limp, her hands falling to her side … even the warmth that was her insides seemed to melt away. She was like a puppet that had lost its strings, your body, battered and weak as it was, the only thing holding her up. You could sense it, from here, this close … just what she had sought out; without remorse or concern, why she had torn through you—why an inconsequential act such as your closeness with Iowa had pushed her.

‘You don’t have to look for any warm body to hold you by trying to be … like this. It doesn’t feel any good, does it? It’s not what you’re looking for—what this is, isn’t … it’s not what you want, Houshou.’

You hold her tighter, breathing in her scent, good and bad.

‘I think this is, though.’

You kiss her cheek, bringing her in close, the side of your face nestled against her head.

That does it.

She breaks, crumbling into all sorts of shards and pieces, putty in your arms as she sobs, mixing apology and self-loathing, clutching at you as though you’d disappear, her KanMusu strength making a pointed return as she calls out for you, not in lust or pleasure … but because you had finally given her what she was missing.

A warm touch and an open heart.

‘I’m sorry…’

>Write-In

>>1576644
>Take her with you in the shower, you're both covered in piss

>>1576644
"Dont worry, everything is alright."
then
>>1576687

cuz I'm a cliche goy

>>1576644
>>Write-In
"Shh. It's ok. You didn't know better then but now you do."

Hold her tightly, let her cry it out. When shes does, go get a shower then get to cleaning up the place.

>>1576699
>Auto
tjis works, plus those dub dubs

>>1576644
>Someone address the issue of your penis in her butt.

Don't even bother pulling out, just lift her and use my original vote >>1576687

>>1576715
I doubt we can lift her when she's made out of kantai steel
also i think we should tell her a metaphor from our chef days that the food(sex) doesn't make the happiest customer but a customer who has good company enjoys their time in a restaurant the most

>>1576720
her weapons are made of kantai steel, and they can be unmaterialized. If kanmusu had the full weight of their kansai steel weapons at all times, then just this sex scene alone would have killed us, with the full weight going up and down really fast and smashing into our hips.

>>1576726
we barely had enough strength to lay iowa on the couch
referring to this quote

>With surprising agility, you manage to catch her before she falls, bracing your knees and holding her up. She mumbles something incoherent, but your worry alarm was practically on overdrive at this point. You had never seen a KanMusu like this; she looked deathly ill, her body, dripping with sweat, stickily pressing against your skin as you try to ease her onto your torso for support. Iowa was a big girl, but nothing that you couldn’t particularly manage. The stench in her hair assaults you as you turn her in place, your chest holding her up as she continues mumbling and slipping, only for you to catch her with your left arm and bringing her back to her feet.

>Silently, you thank the recent training sessions for gifting you with the ability to at least do this much. You probably would have ended up in a humiliating position otherwise.

>>1576731
I think that meant just lifting a big person in general, normal people are heavy. If we had to hold iowa with her full kansai steel weight behind it we would have seriously strained, if not get crushed.

>>1576699
I am all bueno with this

>>1576699
This one

>>1576731
>we barely had enough strength to lay iowa on the couch

Well... Iowa is a battleship. Since Houshou is a light carrier I assume it'll be easier

>>1576699
this works

Was it jealousy that led to this reverse rape?

>>1579023
yes and no, it was more inadequacy and being unable to express that feeling in a healthy way

>>1579023
also this would just be called rape

I'd like to apologize. I wanted to run a session today but I've been feeling like shit since this morning. I think that that street hawker's food must have been less than fresh...

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Houshou’s sobs are thankfully muffled by your shoulder. Her grip around you is painful, her fingernails digging into your flesh again … but you don’t feel the same threatening force that you had once felt before. You had long since slid out of her, her tiny body quaking with misery—as if she had been the one who had…

No, not right now. That was not what you needed. That was not what Houshou needed.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of your head, you put your hand behind hers, holding her closely and rocking her as if she was a weeping babe. She hiccups and blubbers incoherently, words of apology coming out over and over again without a seeming end, your bottom and thighs feeling uncomfortable as the sound of squelching hit your ears—of old leather and the mix of yours and primarily, Houshou’s, releases. A sense of deja vu comes over you. You had been here before, weeks ago … with Kaga

Ironically, Houshou had been the one to run in and check on the both of you. You ponder if the same would be true.

Dread creeps up your spine as you peer at the doorway—if anyone had seen…

You were in luck. There was no one there.

Houshou’s hiccups and blubbering begin to subside … and you look down at a suddenly docile and frightened Carrier. Her naked, wet, smelly form assaulted your senses with gusto. Yealize that for the first time in your tenure as the First Operations Division’s Commander, this was the first time that you had seen a KanMusu weep like this. She wasn’t upset as Ikazuchi was when the volunteer MP had teased and ridiculed; there was no sense of disappointment and anger that Nagato had with you when you’d misread a situation; Musashi’s own tears in the hospital, from the worry of her sister, came close to matching Houshou drop-for-drop…

But not a single one of them held an ounce of regret and fear that Houshou was practically covered in right now, clutching at you with eyes wide, unsaid apology after unsaid apology threatening to spill out all at once as her mouth opened and closed; it would seem that even she couldn’t make sense of herself, looking as though she had just stepped into this world and couldn’t make sense of up or down, left or right.

So you do it for her.

You wipe away her tears, you put your thumb on her chin … and you give her a soft kiss at the top of the head, gently patting it soon after and offering your best, most reassuring smile.

‘Feel better?’

Her practically tackles you from point blank, using you like a security blanket.

You probably were at this point.

‘Am I … going to be punished?’

>‘Houshou, this … this is still something I have to report. I’m sorry.’ (Report her transgression)
>‘No. Consider this my … initiation into Carrier management.’ (Decline the proposition of reporting her)
>‘Bend over.’ (Playfully finish what she never could)
>Write-In

>>1583825
>>Write-In
"lets talk about this in the shower while getting clean"

>>1583861
This

>>1583825
Supporting >>1583861

>>1583861
this one

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‘Come on,’ you start, maneuvering yourself from out under her, ‘it wouldn’t be good for anyone if they find us like this.’

She looks up at you in protest.

‘But—’

You raise a finger, cutting her off.

Meekly—albeit reluctantly—she agrees with your decision, one last wince-inducing squelch reaching your ears as she pulls her dripping lower half off of you. You examine your glistening belly in the dim light, making a small noise of disgust as you get to your feet, grabbing your towel and throwing it around your neck. Houshou, still looking demure and unsure, shifts in place as she observes you, rubbing her ankles together as she waits for your next words. Instead of saying anything—and risking being seen walking around in the buff in the common area—you quickly grab her hand, rushing towards the stairs and eager to get a shower.

You’d have to come up with an explanation for that new stain … and the need for a new couch if that stench didn’t go away. Houshou doesn’t protest as you practically drag her up the stairs and through the corridor—picking up your toiletries, which were still there by the doorway—ducking right into the bathroom. Releasing her hand, you quickly peer past the partition to check if anyone was there—chances were Iowa hadn’t elected to take a snooze, and if Houshou wanted to talk about that no matter what, it would be better to do it with a proper reason for you both to be in the buff.

Grabbing her hand again, you lead her into the showers, turning the knob of one stall and pushing her under it as you turned the knob of another and stepped under it yourself. It was freezing cold, but given how hot and heavy the last twenty minutes to half an hour had been, you didn’t mind one bit like you would have the other times. This was something that you needed.

You needed to get clean.

Or at least, you think you did … until you feel flesh slap against your back, the full body of your companion fully pressing against you.

Now.

This was something that you had to address now.

‘Houshou.’

She doesn’t say a word. You can feel the contours of her body against yours, prompting you to turn around. It was a little harder to face her right now … but for someone who hadn’t even felt the touch or affection of a woman in the way that your Division had done … you felt that this much—exactly this much—was something that you had to at least be able to afford.

No matter how scared you were.

‘I’ll accept your decision regarding my behavior,’ she declares, surprising you with her professional tone, ‘sir.’

>‘You did just … force yourself on me. You know I can’t just sweep that under the rug.’ (Report her actions)
>‘I won’t just pretend that everything’s fixed, but I won’t take action.’ (Wedge yourself)
>‘It’s okay, Houshou.’ (Forgive)
>Don’t answer her; stew over it.
>Write-In

>>1583997
>‘It’s okay, Houshou.’ (Forgive)

>>1583997
>>Write-In
>"if you can tell me what happened to you in there ill forgive you"

>>1583997
>‘It’s okay, Houshou.’ (Forgive)

>>1583997
>‘It’s okay, Houshou.’ (Forgive)

>>1583997
>‘It’s okay, Houshou.’ (Forgive)

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It’s hard to let go.

You had never felt helpless like that before; to be overpowered and practically ripped from your safety and self-assurance and turned into a release for one person’s pleasure. It was a feeling that you didn’t want to become overly familiar—or reacquainted—with. Even looking down at Houshou’s desperate, yet somehow calm, accepting stare, you felt the tinge of disgust and anger creeping over you; you wanted to yell at her and smack her around for making you feel like that; for using you like you were some sort of pleasure device to be thrown and picked up at her call. Your hands, prosthetic and flesh and bone, steadily place themselves on her shoulder, the whispers at the back of your mind rationalizing that is what you were owed—and that no one could fault you for acting on this impulse.

But you would.

You kiss Houshou on the forehead, before withdrawing and offering her a reassuring smile.

It’s hard to do—just as hard as it is to let go; it’s not at all there and it shows, but it’s genuine and most importantly, it’s not for you, but her.

‘I forgive you, Houshou,’ you declare softly, pressing your foreheads together—with some effort on your part, because of how much shorter than you she was, ‘I … don’t get why you did what you did, but—and I’m a little confused, of course, yeah—but … it’d be lying to say that I’m not a little angry at what you did, but…’

You let out a sigh of frustration. Somehow it was inevitable that you’d get tongue-tied at a time like this.

It did, however, take the tension out of the situation—unintentional as it was, your state of perpetual dorkitude (If that was even a word) had made the impact a little … smaller, if only slightly.

‘I’m still a little angry, but … I forgive you. I won’t report you or tell anyone about this,’ you pause mid-sentence, before casting a worried look to her surprised and wide blue orbs, ‘if you promise not to do it again, that is? The … uh … that thing. The forcing me—’

You don’t get a chance to finish. She grabs onto you like before, her face obscured by her wet locks of hair as her small body buries itself in your chest. Not knowing what else to do, you wrap your arms around her, gently patting the back of your head as she practically kisses your torso, unwilling to let go … at least for a while.

She finally looks up at you.

‘I don’t think I … I don’t think I need it anymore,’ she croaks, wearing an honest, thankful, smile. ‘Sex, that is.’

>‘But … I haven’t even fulfilled my fantasies!’ (Voice how indignant you are at the lack of further butt stuff)
>‘Ah, a vow of celibacy. I remember that … don’t even need words for it.’ (Single tear of reflection and loathing)
>‘I respect that.’ (Die a little inside)
>‘Would it be possible for you to … not “not need” it for the next hour, at least?’ (Horndog)
>Write-In

>>1584437
>>‘But … I haven’t even fulfilled my fantasies!’ (Voice how indignant you are at the lack of further butt stuff)
and list off all of our fetishes and fantasies
like handholding and cuddling

>>1584437
>‘Would it be possible for you to … not “not need” it for the next hour, at least?’ (Horndog)

>>1584437
>>‘Would it be possible for you to … not “not need” it for the next hour, at least?’ (Horndog)

>>1584437
>‘Would it be possible for you to … not “not need” it for the next hour, at least?’ (Horndog)

>>1584459
i will also be a degenerate pervert by going with this, we need more lewd handholding and intertwinned fingers!

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You give her your answer.

She didn’t ask a question—and you didn’t have words to reply, but … you definitely had an answer.

It was just a little more physical than you had expected.

Houshou yelps as she takes a step back, surprised at the return of your … vigor.

‘Would it be possible you to … not not need it for the next hour, at least?’

She looks up at you in surprise, before … covering her mouth with her fist, giggling in amusement. She lets out a sigh, wearing that welcoming smile of hers, before kissing your chin … and nodding. Houshou bends her knees, crouching and giving your erect member a gentle kiss; you whimper at the contact, expecting her to continue with her mouth, only to see her shifting so that her back was to you, lifting her buttocks upward and throwing an inviting look over her shoulder, wiggling them to emphasize the lion’s share of attention that they were owed. Her hand creeps down—or up, you couldn’t really make out the terminology with all the blood about you not knowing where to go other than southwards—and she gently inserts a finger past her folds … while using two more to spread them wide, the wet, pink flesh eager to receive you, this time on your terms.

As you get to your knees, however, you realize that maybe she did owe you a little more.

‘Oh,’ she declares, hissing as you prodded her back entrance, ‘do you like it … that much?’

You want to answer that you did, of course. Houshou’s bud was closer to you than her front was in this position … and you can’t deny that the sensation of the ring stretching around the prodding, but not quite probing, tip of your member was something that you were eager to experience more of. You push forward, as if indicating that that was, indeed, what you were after, making her tense up and her spine to curve; she throws her head back, alternately tightening and loosening to accommodate you.

But that wasn’t what you wanted right now.

Without warning, you draw away … and slam right into just where she had intended it to go. She’s off-guard, her head practically smashing into the floor as she mewls at the fruits of your misdirection. Not finding it in you to stop your own damned smirking, you lean over into her ear, giving it a gentle kiss and a tentative lick.

‘I recall that you said you wanted to be my … toilet?’

She looks at you, taken aback. Before you grin flick her forehead, indicating you were joking.

‘Still going at it, I see.’

You’re so surprised you almost stand up—and Houshou, with you, moans into her hands at the sudden motion.

It was Kaga … and she looked distinctly annoyed, hands on her hips and staring down at the both of you, her nethers barely inches away.

‘Do you … mind, sir?’

You don’t say no.

INTERLUDE END

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The maintenance crew makes disgusted grunts as they maneuver through the doorway, clutching the sullied piece of furniture that was once the common area couch. Your attendants—and LEIA—stand to one side, shaking their heads in disapproval, disbelieving at the fact that the beloved—no pun intended—seat was to be sent away, more likely to be turned into mulch than it would see any hope of refurbishment.

The hardest part was convincing them how it had ended up that way.

Lying to your loyal attendants wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed … but neither was the prospect of being given disapproving looks by a pair of 19 year-olds at the inevitable explanation on how a friendly tickle fight between a man batting several levels above his usual strike zone—one that was minute if it ever existed—had ended up with a couch seat being practically drenched in pee.

‘It’s gonna take some time until we can get you a new one, Commander,’ one of the maintenance crew sounds, handing your bulky attendant a rather thick-looking collection of forms. ‘Till then, you’re gonna have to make do with what you got.’

‘That’s fine,’ you answer, nodding. It’s not as if it was a priority anyway—you weren’t here that often to enjoy it aside from the occasional crash after your gym sessions. ‘Take your time.’

‘OI, A LITTLE HELP HERE, MR DIPLOMAT?’

The crew member gives a quick salute—quick enough that you’re unable to give one back—before running to go help his fellow workmen. Letting out a breath, you walk up to your trio of attendants, eager to get the rest of the day’s affairs on track.

‘Sir,’ your Lanky Attendant begins, taking out a piece of paper from the Bulky Attendant’s rucksack, ‘Takao said that you wanted to schedule yourself for special consideration for leave … but being on such short notice, I couldn’t get any proper driver designated to your request. You can hand this form in to the transport team, but you’re going to have to give them a proper reason for why you need to be properly off-base on a working day. Especially with how tight everyone’s schedules are.’

You sigh, rubbing your temples. You knew it wouldn’t be that easy to just jet off … but you weren’t about to drop to your knees in despair.

‘I expected as much—how quickly can a request be processed?’

‘It’s already been processed, sir, that’s the answer,’ your Bulky Attendant rubs the back of his neck, ‘if you still feel the need to go off-base, you’re going to have to give one of the transport team a pretty good reason to drive all the way down to’—he indicates the name of your destination—‘Ebisu.’

‘All right—tell them I’ll drop some cash for any volunteers. Tell them to claim it from Fingers.’

Despite some apprehension, the both of them give crisp salutes of acknowledgment.

‘Sir.’

It was time to get to work.

>>1588538
POINTS AVAILABLE: 5/5
>District Duties [3/3]
>Supplementary Duties [2/2]
>Division Duties [3/4]
>Base Duties [1/2]

>>1588558
To explain again, since it's been months.

You get 1 point to distribute by default. Missions, in ascending order from [Lv. 1 - Lv. 4] generate between +1 and +4 points to distribute everyday. For example, if you choose a Lv. 2 mission, you get +2 points to do your paperwork.

Getting something to 0 points nets you some sort of bonus to make your life easier. Maybe your base gets items, maybe your district gets more money, maybe you get some sort of improvement. Just a recap and ... it is over.

>>1588578
I perform an off-the record coin flip to see which "Duties" get a replenished [+1'd] after the previous blitz in paperwork. In this case, unfortunately, you guys got all tails and each of them acquired +1 from your last paperwork session.

>>1588558
1 point off base-cleared
2 point off supplementary-cleared
1 point off district
1 point off division

>>1588601
This works for me

>>1588601
works

>>1588601
This is fine.

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Biting the remains of your brunch, you stretch and let out a contented sigh as you shuffle the last of pieces of paper away, before getting to more important matters.

Like getting into pulp horror trivia with your erstwhile companions.

‘All I’m saying is that Haggoth is kind of be-all, end-all,’ your Lanky Attendant argues, pointing at LEIA, who had her cheeks all puffed up. ‘You wanna find something more conceptually scary than being the very creature that dreams up a whole plane of existence? Come on, you guys…’

‘We’re not arguing who’s more conceptually scary,’ your sole female attendant crosses her arms, assuming a defensive stance. ‘Creature from the Black Hills gave us nightmares—It Came From Beyond The Skies was so damn boring in comparison.’

‘Gotta go with LEIA here, bud,’ the Bulky Attendant stretches, picking up the folders and tucking them away in his rucksack. ‘Haggoth’s kind of an acquired taste—and he doesn’t even show up until the appendix. That’s that psycho professor who runs around wearing the cage on his head. We don’t even know he’s around until the ending.’

‘You’re given a lot of hints,’ you chime, getting to your feet and handing over the rest of your folders and files over to LEIA. ‘The paintings, the books, the letters … it all points that something drove the professor insane enough to open up a butcher shop like that. You’re not given a sense of proper presence, yeah, but … you know that the whole story’s pretty much building up to that point the deeper into the rabbit hole, you don’t know which was is up or down. It Came From Beyond The Skies is great at misdirection for a reader that doesn’t pay proper attention.’

LEIA pouts.

‘Are you calling me stupid, Commander?’

You chortle.

‘Not at all,’ you raise your hands defensively, sharing a look with her boyfriend before turning back to her, ‘but it’s all about delivery—Creature from the Black Hills is great as far as straightforwardness goes, you get what you pay a ticket for … It Came From Beyond The Skies makes you think you’re stepping into some alien horror plot, looks like it’s some murder thriller halfway through and ends up being some kind of existential commentary in the last ten minutes. That’s pretty damn great.’

‘EXACTLY!’ The lanky attendant lets out a whoop of victory, pointing at you as if you were his validation made incarnate. ‘Ergo, Haggoth is the scariest monster in literary history.’

You pause, considering his words. You wouldn’t know about that of course … beyond it being a pretty good read.

‘I didn’t know you were into horror novels, Commander.’

>‘I’m not; I’m just a reader in general.’
>‘I have … other tastes, but Horror’s a good read once in a while.’
>‘My favorite genre. Pulp Horror’s bang for buck incarnate.’
>Write-In

>>1588799
>>‘I’m not; I’m just a reader in general.’

>>1588799
>>‘I have … other tastes, but Horror’s a good read once in a while.’

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>1588799
1. Not a reader
2. Reads
3. Loves horror

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panic

>>1588799
>‘I have … other tastes, but Horror’s a good read once in a while.’

>>1588799
>‘I have … other tastes, but Horror’s a good read once in a while.’
pretty much my own personal tastes

>>1588799
>‘I’m not; I’m just a reader in general.’

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‘I have … other tastes,’ you answer, ‘but horror’s a good read once in a while—when I can’t pick up something else, the corner store’s not a bad place to pick up and just shuffle through some pages.’

‘Aw, too bad,’ he grins brightly, his expression betraying his apparent disappointment; hoisting one of the bags and getting to his feet, ‘would’ve been really nice to start up a scary book club or something, eh?’

You chuckle, shaking your head.

‘I’m not stopping you—if you want to get something organized, there shouldn’t be anything off about it as long as you can keep up with the paperwork,’ you declare. You owed him that much, at least … especially how the both of them were practically working themselves to the bone for your sake, despite being mere volunteers.

In response, he rubs the back of his neck, his grin turning apologetic.

‘It’s a nice thought, but with everything that people’re up to around here … I think I’d like to keep my feet on the ground for now.’

You’re interrupted by your Bulky Attendant, approaching and presenting a small, thin folder.

‘Sir, before I forget … these are the request forms,’ he declares.

Plucking it out of his hands, you open the file with dread—you don’t know how you’d talk about this with Takao, especially considering how impulsive you’d been with the declaration, if you couldn’t even organize a proper ride to Ebisu to take the Committee head on. Seeing the red stamp and the numbers, however, you find that the jargon made less sense than your usual pile of paperwork. Frowning, you turn to the Bulky Attendant once more, gesturing the file for his assistance.

‘You got a ride for me’

Dipping his finger in his tongue, he flips one of the sheets aside, revealing the oh-so welcome purple time-stamp.

‘Well,’ he begins hesitantly, ‘you told us that you’d have an off-duty incentive for anyone … so we kind of cashed in a claim from your District.’

‘Right,’ you sigh, hoping Fingers didn’t harp on you too much for this.

‘He’ll be around in about … an hour, sir, jeep an’ all,’ your Lanky Attendant announces, ‘I already relayed the time stamp to Takao-san, so you don’t have to worry about contacting her on the departure … sir.’

You’re actually impressed. They’d actually taken care of practically everything.

‘Well done,’ you praise, appreciative of their aptitude, ‘the both of you.’

‘Come on, you two,’ LEIA interrupts, catching everyone’s attention. She taps on her watch in a hurried manner. ‘Not nice to keep her waiting.’

‘Her?’

Your Lanky Attendant laughs, rubbing the back of his neck again.

‘My girlfriend,’ he reveals, further surprising you. ‘We kind of promised to check in on her. It’s … been a while.’

>>1589264
>‘Oh, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.’ (Tease)
>‘You know, I’m a little jealous … the both of you have love lives healthier than I had when I was your age.’ (Muse)
>‘You have my thanks; the both of you. Have a good day.’ (Professional)
>‘Introduce us sometime.’ (Enthusiastic)
> Write-In

>>1589264
>‘Introduce us sometime.’ (Enthusiastic)
I'd love to meet her

>>1589270
>>‘Oh, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.’ (Tease)

>>1588799
>>‘I’m not; I’m just a reader in general.’

>>1589270
>>‘Introduce us sometime.’ (Enthusiastic)

>>1589270
>>‘Introduce us sometime.’ (Enthusiastic)

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‘Introduce us sometime,’ you express, suddenly feeling very curious. You hadn’t known that the Lanky Attendant was a taken man … but then again, you hadn’t expected your Bulky Attendant to be together with someone who was by all accounts a pop idol of some renown. ‘Meet the girl that captured my hardworking attendant’s heart.’

He laughs, shaking his head.

‘Maybe one day, sir.’

The sound of the front door slamming open catches everyone’s attention … to which you turn to see a haggard-looking Takao, clutching a briefcase in each hand, several browned files squeezed in her armpits with a pen sticking out of her mouth like a pipe. Her hat was nowhere to be seen, her shirt was unbuttoned and her blue top nowhere in sight. If you didn’t know any better, she looked like a secretary that had just been ordered to do a lunch run for the management’s daily

‘That’s our cue,’ your Lanky Attendant grimaces, nodding and raising his hand in salute. ‘Permission to be dismissed, sir?’

You gesture your approval with a wave of your hand—it’s not long before they’re maneuvering past Takao, rushing right out the door as your KanMusu takes their relieved position, setting her briefcases and folders down in a messy heap. Takao bends over, letting out a breath, before looking up at you with a tentative smile. You give her time to collect herself—judging by all the materials that had gathered around, there had been a significant amount of effort to make good on her end. Buttoning up her shirt, she finally rises to her full height, her shoulders rising and falling as the curve of her lips turns from tentative to self-assuring.

‘Nervous?’

To your surprise, she’s the one that speaks first.

‘I hadn’t thought about it that much, truthfully,’ you reveal—to which Takao’s eyes widen in surprise. That was probably the last thing she wanted to hear. ‘But I’m ready … trust me on this.’

She nods, letting out another breath … before taking off her top and slinging it over her shoulder, heading towards the stairs.

‘I’m going to go have a shower … remind me to send something nice for your attendants; they’re miracle workers.’

You really can’t help but snicker at that. It wasn’t far from the truth, really.

‘And … Commander?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Even if this doesn’t amount to anything … thank you,’ she says in a small voice, wearing a shy, embarrassed smile. ‘For fighting for her. Not many of … your kind … would consider it, so…’

‘Takao…’

‘Even if nothing happens,’ she continues, keeping you from the rest of your words, ‘I just want to tell you that I’m glad that … you’re my Commander. I’m proud to be your KanMusu.’

She hurries up the stairs, leaving you to your thoughts.

There was no reason to throw it all away now.

None whatsoever.

INTERLUDE END

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>>1589545
And that's it for this thread! Floor is open for questions, inquiries, hopes, dreams and writings of despair! Ask away, Questers.

>>1589547
Are you setting yams up for some sort of NTR

>>1589579
Betcha he also asked yamato to come meet his gf, if i remember correctly, he is the one with the ntr fetish

>>1589579
You'll just have to see how it goes.

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Folks, I've been going through the threads and noticing that you're fast approaching the mid-game. To which I'm going to give you a little bit of a report card to guide your actions further:

1. This isn't a "Waifu Simulator". While the well-being and the close relationship with your KanMusu is a boon and healthy, you've been doing so too much at the cost of doing some actual good as a Commander.
2. You've mostly ignored the "free aspect" that you folks have been demanding since the start of the thread. No one here votes to take action to go around seeing people/crew/KanMusu other than your own.
3. You're missing a lot of world-building conversations that you could have had.
4. You've actually down well socially in your Division. A little too well.
5. At the rate you're going, we'll probably be seeing a Game Over when the big one hits. Don't go with your "feels" - you're still a rookie thrust into a heavy situation, but that doesn't mean you can't try to be a little more pro-active in your contributions.

Conclusion: Keep being softies. Then watch your girls die one by one because you forgot that you're at the forefront of humanity's defense.

>>1591257
Also, maybe I'm a bit harsh, but there's a Write-In option in the ACTION POINTS section that I thought you guys would have used to do things that I didn't have available, like "wander around town", "talk to some of the townsfolks" or the like. Kind of feels like a dead option after the sheer spit-spew I got at the start of this Quest for not having a write-in option because I wasn't sufficiently prepared for it.

>>1591257
>Tells players that something big is coming up and that they should help their division in any way they can
>Not even five threads later says that players are spending too much time with the girls

>Has important things planned involving certain actions or characters
>Doesn't drop any hints whatsoever, expecting players to just wander aimlessly until they find out what to do

Shit like this is one of the main reasons I went from being an active player to mostly lurking. There's a difference between making a quest difficult and just framing things so poorly that it seems difficult.

>>1591312
Counterpoint 1: The whole point I took a back seat on spoonfeeding was because at the start of this damn Quest, need I remind you, I was lambasted for keeping things too progressive-based instead of "letting you guys do what you want", so I left a compromise in that I'll leave mainline options like District Management, Your Girls and TASKS while allowing you guys to do what you want. However, it would seem that the Questers fall

Counterpoint 2: You guys, again, literally told me between Threads 2 and 15 NUMEROUS, NUMEROUS times that you wanted things to be less cut up and more "up to you". If you want to INTERACT with the characters, you're supposed to SEEK THEM OUT. You guys are put in a situation that you're starting from zero, as I have stated before when someone asked, that if you want to go any further or get a little something extra, you're going to have to be PRO-ACTIVE. Like you guys pretty much complained. This isn't a story. You're going to have to properly think of the gains and losses that you can use to further your advantage. I'm not spoonfeeding you - you have a bunch of characters lying around waiting for you to pick them apart and my gripe is that you keep falling back on your "romance routes", for lack of better word.

This isn't a story. Think of it as a game and that you're progressing day by day with a limited amount of time to balance yourself in preparing for the coming time. I'm not going to put things out there - there have been numerous nodes and flags I've tried to be subtle with.

1. You guys aren't trying to cozy up with the military arm when I specifically stated that you're going to need to up your rep.
2. You haven't tried to follow up on your Vice-Admiral ever since the Haszad Incident, knowing full well that you could stand to know where the base stands, even if the Admiral isn't touched.
3. I've dropped hints on Musashi and it wasn't until I shamefully saw an opportunity to railroad that you guys even bothered to discuss the mechanics of her use and the in-story consequences/lore.

Don't stay for the story. If you're not helping shape it, then hey, you don't like it and I'm sorry, but don't "lurk" around when it's pretty much crashed and burned for you.

>>1591378
Hey it's all good, loving the quest, just caught up, I agree with everything you're saying and I will admit that it is becoming a bit slice of life high school date simulator so I think the players need to get their shit together and harden up.

I don't think they understand they are a military commander and not a high school council member.

I would suggest to the players on focusing on your duties for the whole day every day and leave the night time for social or getting swole

>>1591378
Forgot to mention: don't bother to "seek Trainer/Instructor" of the On-Base Personnel. if you want to ever write-in the options. You don't find him, he finds you.

>>1591414
You can strike a balance and I don't mind. What I've been seeing as worry is that the last 10 (14 if you want to get technical) full threads have been practically dedicate to a sort of "relationship up" rotation. I'm just putting my worries out there because it doesn't seem to have sunk in that you actually have to follow things up on your own two feet and hands. Hopefully, you guys can get things balanced out by the time the big one rolls around.

tl;dr Go ahead and schmooze your girls, but there are other things that you can do to make your odds a little more fair.

I've updated the Documents after more than 6 months of leaving them to rot. Check them out if you will.

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[Part 1/2]
Mech, I and many of the remaining posters here probably didn't become active until after the threads your mentioning where you were lambasted. I enjoy having the write-in option when we're interacting with characters, but leaving the world too open-ended has, I think, led us to a disconnect between your vision and what we've been doing. I can say I had no idea what your intent for this quest was until you spelled it out here. The feeling I got was that this quest used the war and grim aura to frame the feelings and mentalities we were going to encounter. The physcial and mental state of the commander was our primary goal to fix, and the way that Kanmusu were viewed and thought of both by the people of the nation and the Kanmusu themselves was the complementary objective to work on. It seemed that the missions we were tasked with were a way of both bonding with our squad and a way to gain a better insight into who they were individually as well as increase the world building and lore. Putting the overarching war on the abbysals in third place for importance, where our continued bond with our squad would primarily impact our combat effectiveness.

I'll agree that we've gone in an extremely slice-of-life direction, but the fact that I had no idea you viewed this quest as a much heavier crunch-based system, where our primary focus should be on increasing our combat abilites and connections should be created in order to benefit our combat effectiveness, is a misconception I have a feeling others may have made as well. This, I believe, can also help to frame ACTION POINTS. If the primary focus was on socializing with our squad, and those who we are closest with and bettering ourselves, then it would stand to reason that we would use that option accordingly. Additionally, it seemed to me that they were useful in completing the numerous side-quests we had accumulated. I personally did not realize your intention of using them to take more obscure actions, such as "wander town."

>>1593146
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As I see it, one of the problems of this medium is that it takes time to create the story and tell it. It's been over a year since this quest started, and in my life I do not have the time to go back continuously to check past threads for foreshadowing or hints to how an interaction should go, and I don't have the story as prepared as I'm sure you do. I feel you do a good job of adding sufficient hints into the dialogue, but there are times where it seems your intentions for direction aren't fully understood and, while you may have alluded to your intentions in previous threads, this idea is not conveyed to the rest of us. This may also be due to the disconnect in our concepts of overall quest objectives which I mentioned above. Now that I have a clearer idea of what your overarching ambitions for this quest are, it's my hope that we can satisfy those major actions that, in your mind, need to be addressed so that we can all continue to enjoy the story.

I don't what you to misunderstand Mech, I am enjoying the content you're creating. The world is unique, and the characters feel deep and distinct. I hope I'm not alone in saying that sometimes it's not only acceptable, but neccessary for you to inform us of what is happening or what you intend. Especially if you see us making decisions that are so removed from your intended direction that you believe we're missunderstanding the core point of a choice or game mechanic. The other thing I hope you keep in mind is that we're all invested in this quest with you. You're the QM, and that puts pressure on you to create the lionshare of content and detail, but through our decisions and actions we've also become immersed right along with you. It's hopeful to me that you're still invested enough to give feedback on what you see as a problem, and I'm optimistic that we'll be able to adjust to these revelations.

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>>1593146
Hey man, are you on the discord?

>>1593162
I am not

>>1593172
do you want to be? I can put in an invite, It's where we do most of the discussions anyway

MECHANIC frowned as his forehead met the desk. Lifting his head to check the monitor again, he sighed. "By Allah. They're engaging on a heated argument again." Sighing once more, he begins typing yet another warning to the waifufags to pipe it down, but stops halfway, putting his finger on the delete key and watching his lengthy post slowly be erased. How many times had he told them? It's Division Management, not Harem Management. Finally, the jaded scion checks the time. He types a short announcement: it is time for prayers. Stepping out of his basement, he holds on to a sliver of hope. That when he returns, there'll be no more waifu talk.

Seriously people tone down the waifuing...

>>1593207
...what are you talking about? There isn't any waifu arguments going on, where have you been?

NEW THREAD

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