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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]

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Woe be on anyone who mistakes that house as one to even barge into without knocking three times, hard, and announcing their presence.
 
I will swap off my American hat for a moment and say they all are like the collective villiage.. ahh ?I hate english there are not enough words this language is bad, Aunts, there we go. Collective aunts. (yes my society is intensly maitrical why do you ask). This is common with the orphans/people who's parents die, so yeah they have a collective auntiehood, (this is not translating).


Anyway, I understand. (English is so strange sometimes).
 
Selonianth said:
Woe be on anyone who mistakes that house as one to even barge into without knocking three times, hard, and announcing their presence.
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Say hello to 28 naval rifles, a set of torpedos, and countless secondaries.
Ryand-Smith said:
I will swap off my American hat for a moment and say they all are like the collective villiage.. ahh ?I hate english there are not enough words this language is bad, Aunts, there we go. Collective aunts. (yes my society is intensly maitrical why do you ask). This is common with the orphans/people who's parents die, so yeah they have a collective auntiehood, (this is not translating).
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Interesting... I was unaware of such a system.
Anyway, I understand. (English is so strange sometimes).
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Strange doesn't even begin to cover it. XD
 
Eh, I can buy it. I know people who grew up on the same block as their grandparents, and they'd just sorta drift from their parents' house the grandparents. (The ideal was to get all the snacks from mom, then go over to Grandma and look cute until she gave you cookies. Then repeat.)

Basically, all the kanmusu on-base above destroyer tonnage will dote on Jane at the drop of a hat (even Iowa-class battleships will probably turn to lovable mush around here, badassness be damned.) And anyone below destroyer tonnage will insist on being friends with little Jane...

Huh... wonder what'd happen if Shima showed up in Sasebo...
 
Firefinder12-B said:
Good Omake but I see two problems.
1) West Virginia was the US Navy gunner champion several time running until basically Pearl and the Iowas come in. Even then in Letye Gulf she still scored first Salvo hits on the Yamsahire, the second Fuso, which is damn impressive considering that even the Iowas needed a few ranging shots during one time they went after a ship. So I think she'll have a sniper rifle, unless she does and the shotgun for her AA...
2) She never had 3 inch guns and the Forty millimeters at the same time. She did have sixteen 5 inchers in eight twin turrets and like twelve quad Bofors plus like fifty twenty millimeters.

Besides that it seems good.
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the first thing i found on the WV didnt tell that the three inchers came off with the .50s but i've gone back and fixed that. as for her accuracy, the lever action is actually a Winchester model carbine that chambers .45 long colt and .410 shotgun
 
And now, more adventures with Jane:
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Jane huffed as she sat on her bed and looked at the calendar. Circled on it was a date with the words "Con" written. "Who can I..." Then she spotted a picture and suddenly grinned. "That's it!" Running over to her computer, she started looking st stuff online. "Oooh! I can use that, and that... This is going to be the best ever!"
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Frowning, Arizona looked over at Mutsu with her eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand what we're taking Jane to?"

With a sigh, her fellow battleship scratched her cheek. "Well... We're going to a Con nearby." Seeing utter confusion, Mutsu frowned. "It's kind of a gathering that happens yearly in various places. People go there to discuss various fictional things, stars, buy things involving sci-fi and fantasy. Or, in Jane's case, the costume contest. John can't make it sadly, so we'll be accompanying Jane to it."

Even though most of that didn't make much sense to Arizona, she nodded at the last bit. "A costume contest, huh? And we're to take care of Jane?"

Nodding, Mutsu checked her phone. "Yeah, people dress up as various things, usuall characters from movies, books, video games and so on. Some of them are pretty neat... Though recently people have been dressing up as shipgirls."

Blinking, Arizona turned her full attention onto Mutsu. "As shipgirls?"

All the other Kanmusu did was nod. "Yeah, though I really don't want to see some guy dressed up as me again."

Even as Mutsu shuddered, Arizona curled her lip a bit at the image she had. "Thank you for such an image."

However, Mutsu only waved her off. "Well, not all are bad. Last Hallowe'en, Jane dressed up as Hiei. Rather cute..." It was then she spotted Jintsuu, but the cruiser held a finger to her lips. "In fact, she won the Hallowe'en costume contest. Though she can't use it again."

That caused Arizona to blink. "Why not?"

Waving a hand, Mutsu shrugged. "Because she won a contest with it, she can't use it to win another..."

Arizona blinked as she noticed that Mutsu had trailed off and was now biting her lip. "Is something the matter..." Hearing the sound of footsteps, the American battleship looked down and blinked. Mainly at the sight of what looked like a miniature version of herself. Then she realized that the "warship" parts were made of cardboard and that it was really Jane. "..."

Tilting her cover back some, Jane blew some of the strands of hair of her wig out of her face. "USS Arizona, ready to kick some Abyssal stern."

Mutsu was just able to snap some pictures of Jane with Arizona's expression of pure befuddlement before the dam broke and she started laughing her ass off. "Oh... Oh... That's just hehehe..."
 
Icywinter said:
San Fran : S-Stop it, my heart can't take this cuteness...
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No, the cuteness will continue onwards.

Also, fun fact but at the local yearly con, Hal-Con, there's a twelve year old who participates in the Master's level at the Cosplay contest. Normally, he would be two levels below that due to his age (most of those in the Masters level are late twenties) but since he was nine, he's been at that level because the Judges have stated it is unfair to the other competitors to rank him in his age group. He's that damn good.
 
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    • Harry Leferts said:
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    Jane huffed as she sat on her bed and looked at the calendar. Circled on it was a date with the words "Con" written. "Who can I..." Then she spotted a picture and suddenly grinned. "That's it!" Running over to her computer, she started looking st stuff online. "Oooh! I can use that, and that... This is going to be the best ever!"
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    Hahaha. That was adorable! I want copies, Mutsu! I demand copies! :D

    And now I feel really bad about what I'm about to do. Especially because it is the exact opposite of what I was trying to write, but is still relevant. :confused:

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    "It's been a while, hasn't it." The words received no reply. He didn't really expect one.

    The wind was cold and it felt more like he was being dipped in a frigid vat of something slimy and unpleasant. The kind of chill that seeped into your bones no matter how bundled up you were. The heavy coat and gloves might have offered all the protection of a wet piece of paper.

    Admiral John Richardson sat down on a bench and looked up at the dreary sky. He didn't mind the grey expanse of gloom on most days. But today it just made him feel old and tired.

    "The war's been... more of the same. A whole lot of waiting and praying. Waiting for the monsters to show up. Praying you can get to them in time. Waiting for the results. Praying everyone came home alive..."

    He pulled a worn out box and gold plated lighter from one of his pockets with a scowl.

    "I fucking hate these things." Yet despite his blatant disgust, he drew out one of the white sticks and rolled it about between his gloved fingers. "Your old man loved 'em. And you just had to pop one every year as tribute. And then I just had to join you because I owed the asshole. Only got a few left though, and the business went under. So I'll have to think of something else."

    Richardson placed the old cigarette between his lips and sighed before popping the top on the nearly ancient lighter. He tried a few times without any luck to call up a flame.

    Before he could growl out his frustration, a slender hand removed the lighter from his grip with a gentle motion and sparked fire with ease. He leaned into the light and drew in a breath to light the cigarette. To his credit, he didn't cough when it caught and filled his lungs with the vile smoke.

    "...Thanks" The admiral turned his attention forward once more. "We've got a bunch of new ships in our fleet. Seems like the Navy got off their asses and started bringing some of our boats into the fight. Now we can finally start doing our part."

    Silence.

    "One poor girl wound up under my command. Might recognize the name. Arizona." He took a deep drag from the smoke with a slightly shaky hand holding it in place. "Yeah. One and the same. She's a real piece of work too. Half the time I don't know whether to hug her or hit her. The girls like her though, even when she's half to losing her God-damned mind."

    "Hiei's as Hiei as ever. Arizona seems to bring the Emperor out in her though. I've seen her get serious more times in the past month than I have since she first showed up." He chuckled dryly. "I gave her kitchen privileges back for Christmas. Best damn bit of cooking I've had in a long, long time. Still trying to figure out how to keep her consistent though. I like not puking my guts out. Same with the girls."

    "Jintsuu's been working her pretty ass off. My fault, yes. But I don't think I'd be able to manage without her. Heck, she's even covered for me at some of those PTA meetings. I think Jane likes it more when she goes. Can't figure out why and no one's telling me a damn thing." A part of him wished he'd brought a flask of that sake he'd gotten for Christmas. But not for this. Maybe when he got home. Maybe.

    "Mutsu? Hell, that girl's the best XO I've ever had." Richardson allowed a measure of a genuine smile creep onto his face. Not the dry, empty one which had merely served as a mouthpiece, but something a bit warmer. A bit more human. "I'd probably have gotten myself or someone killed if it wasn't for her. I owe her a lot... More than I think I can ever repay her."

    He sat in silence, allowing the ash from the cigarette fly off in the frigid air as he burned away the decades old tobacco. Each breath was a billowing cloud of smoke and mist. One might even compare him to a well lit smokestack.

    "Jane... Jane's doing really well." The silence continued.

    "She's been making friends; some good, some weird. Most of them are ships, though. I'm worried she's gonna have a hard time with human kids when she doesn't really have any choice. Damn good in the kitchen though. I bet she'll make someone happy as all hell when she's older." He coughed when the smoke caught in his lungs longer than he expected. The pain turned to a sad grin. "If they can get past her pranks and the blockade, that is. Girl's a fucking pain in the ass. Just like you."

    The last of the ash blew away and Richardson was left with only a glowing stub of faintly burning paper. He picked it from his lips and tossed it on the ground, grinding it under the heel of his boot after it landed. The grey smear left behind began to disappear as snow started to fall.

    "You've really missed out, you know. She's looking more and more like you every day. 'Course she's got more of my face, so she's kinda screwed there. Poor kid. Loves school though. Learning all kinds of crazy shit... Pranking people like she's a damn stooge... Growing up too fucking fast..."

    He set his jaw in a hard line and stood.

    "Yeah... You're really missing out. But don't worry. I'll make sure she grows up all big and strong. You just sit back and watch."

    Richardson stepped forward and placed his hands in his pockets, his footfalls echoing dully.

    "I'll try and come again next year. Can't promise, but I'll try. Might bring Jane too. I'm not sure if she's old enough to meet you, but she's mature for her age. Even if she doesn't always act like it." His hands tightened into fists. "She's tough, like a battleship. So I think she'll be okay. Yeah. Yeah, she'll be okay..." Though he repeated his words, he was almost certain he was trying to convince himself instead.

    "Well, time for me to go. Take care of yourself, alright?"

    There was no reply as he turned and began walking away.

    He didn't really even register the arm that came to rest upon his shoulder and pull him close beneath an umbrella. His gaze remained forward even as a concerned set of green looked between him and the road towards the car.

    "John? Is... there anything I can do?" Battleship Mutsu finally spoke up as they neared the gates. He merely shook his head.

    "Just... Thank you. For being there. It's... not as hard when someone's with you."

    Mutsu merely tightened her embrace on him as they walked.

    With a sadness in her eyes, she glanced backwards and read once more what had so shaken her admiral.

    REGINA LANGLEY RICHARDSON-NICHOLAS
    1977 - 2006

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    I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON.
     
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    • 07 Keeping up a Military career as a Single father is damn near impossible if you want to keep your child with you.
    Even with Flag rank He must have bargained traded favors and worked like a madman to be able to get postings that didn't require him to be ship board.
     
    wildredlifer said:
    07 Keeping up a Military career as a Single father is damn near impossible if you want to keep your child with you.
    Even with Flag rank He must have bargained traded favors and worked like a madman to be able to get postings that didn't require him to be ship board.
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    The sheer number of favors he owes to people would outnumbner the stars in the sky. It is not unreasonable to guess that if someone needed a kidney, his would be first in line. And that's not counting everything he's done to make sure Mutsu and Hiei didn't die before they became as self sufficient as they are in the field.

    Disturbingly, the Abyssal War makes it easier for him to take care of Jane.
     
    It probably wouldn't be quite that easy, especially if there's all the moving around that being a ranking officer might imply, but yeah. There do exist fairly professional long-term child care services.

    Now, whether he actually trusts them or can find a good one in, say, Japan, is a different issue. More so if they need to speak good English or have other specific skills.

    Then again at that point you're basically hiring a personal assistant, which might be easier than getting an actual child-care professional. :p
     
    And momboats make better nannies anyway, even if they do instill some questionable dress sense... Does Jane have any Traffic-Cone dresses in her wardrobe yet? Or Mutsu miniskirts?
     
    theJMPer said:
    And momboats make better nannies anyway, even if they do instill some questionable dress sense... Does Jane have any Traffic-Cone dresses in her wardrobe yet? Or Mutsu miniskirts?
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    I can see the traffic cone dress but the Mutsu class miniskirt?

    "Admiral what are you doing in Janes closet?"
    "Eh... Mutsu gave Jane some of her miniskirts in her size."
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    "I'll help."
     
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