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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
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It still hurts.
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- Canada
Sounds painful...
Given the history of US sailors? American shipgirls can't handle their liquor while at sea. Ashore, they can consume downright terrifying amounts of alcohol before getting drunk--think "Jersey's first meal after running her bunkers dry" levels here--but when they're at sea, one drink and they're three sheets to the wind. :lolThe thing is, Jersey's personality is a sort of demented combo of "brawling foulmouthed youngish woman" and "Navy regs."
Remember my hypothesis that American shipgirls in general, and/or Jersey in particular, may have trouble handling their liquor on account of being dry ships. It's not that they don't drink, it's that no lower-level (ranking) part of her is capable of admitting to higher-level (ranking) parts. Every part of her is in denial about the alcohol to every other part, and none of them can cope.
This may or may not actually be true, but I think it points to an explanation of a fair number of otherwise-paradoxical shipgirl behaviors. I hope. Maybe.
Given that we're talking about WW2 shipgirls here, there's also that legendary substance that got used in making many a variety of jungle juice or prison hooch, torpedo juice. (US torpedoes in WW2 ran on alcohol, and while it was denatured with methanol, the sailors weren't too particular about it...)
Iowa had a complement as built of 91 officers and 1760 men, a ratio of 4.9% officers to 95.1% enlisted. As of 28 March 1943, that had changed to 117 officers and 1804 men, a ratio of 6.1% officers to 93.9% enlisted. She ended the war with 151 officers and 2637 men, a ratio of 5.4% officers to 94.6% enlisted. (Figures from Friedman, who notes that they were exceeded by other ships of the class.) So most realistically 94-95% of her faeries would be past enlisted.
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Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
What was the turnover rates of enlisted vs officers during WW2? I don't think shipgirls have only a single crew of fairies. My headcanon is that they are crewed by all of their crews that served up until the refit that matches the current status of the shipgirls fitting.
Omake: A Certain traffic cone
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Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
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"And then she starts bawling about her CO taking away her consoles and threatening to put her on daylight escorts only!" Naka laughed as she continued her tale of Sendai's more humorous hijacks with the Americans. She was also completely smashed. The number of empty bottles had grown to the point one would wonder where she put it all.
Jintsuu merely smiled as she listened, polishing off her latest contribution to the growing pile of empty vessels. She wasn't one to drown herself in alcohol. However she wasn't a teetotaler either. And given the fact her elder sister had just been killed in the line of duty and her younger sister just needed her company?
Well, she was quite willing to put herself three sheets to the wind in that case.
"To be fair, I do believe he did warn her about running around shouting on base in the middle of the night." She piped up with a small giggle. "...Many times?"
"At least a dozen. Prolly more. No. Yeah, definitely more." Naka didn't wait more than a second after speaking to upend a beer and drain the last of its contents.
"She never could sit still for more than a second."
"Not unless she had a record to beat."
"Even then, she would be bouncing and bobbing as if it would give her some kind of advantage. Or get her car to turn faster." Jintsuu recalled having nearly been hit in the head during one of Sendai's stopovers at Sasebo. Mario Kart wasn't supposed to be a full-contact game by her reckoning.
"Hey, I do the same thing. Nothing wrong with getting into a game." Naka picked up two new bottles from the ice chest she'd liberated from the reception and handed one over. "She just really, really got into it sometimes? She was always doing that with something she really liked. Like that one time at Pearl? With the truck."
Oh, yes. That. How could she possibly forget that particular tale?
Jintsuu heaved a mighty sigh.
"That was not one of her better days. And not even a week after being stationed there." She popped open the new bottle and eyed it as she continued. "How many days in the brig did she get?"
"Mmm... Five I think." Naka paused as she narrowed her eyes at some far off point Jintsuu was content to leave be. Whatever helped.
"I thought it was less."
"It was gonna be two. But then they found out the truck landed on the base CO's car. Absolutely totaled." The idol laughed as Jintsuu rubbed her forehead in exasperation. That wasn't how you were supposed to play Kick the Can.
She'd have a headache long before anything even remotely resembling a hangover could get to her. If she could even get a hangover in the first place. Having the experience of being drunk? Yes. Hungover? Not yet.
But the headache at Sendai's antics came with a bittersweet taste that no amount of alcohol would ever be able to wash away.
That one simple fact that they'd never see her again.
No new stories of getting kicked out of bars with Maya.
No more posts about her latest best in whatever racing game she'd snuck into her dorm.
No more shouts of 'YASEN!' at any given moment.
No more Sendai.
Jintsuu felt her eyes begin to hurt as her chest tightened. She'd always been the more levelheaded and straight-laced one. Much as any member of her class could ever claim to be. But now...
"Hey..."
"H-Huh?"
"She's really gone, isn't she." Naka looked up at her from the now half empty bottle, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's just us now. Us two Sendais."
It was rhetorical.
So painfully rhetorical.
"...Mhmm" Jintsuu nodded no matter how much part of her wanted to lie and say the information was bad. The part that wanted to rage and scream. To visit violence upon her sister's killer. To enact a vengeance so terrible that Davy Jones himself would turn away in horror.
Were it in her power. No, even if it was beyond her in every possible way. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more to make that Abyssal suffer. To make it die screaming in fear as she enacted the blood price fo-
*crunch*
...Oh.
"Hah... Hahaha..." Naka laughed without any hint of mirth. Or if there was, Jintsuu couldn't tell.
"Oops." She released the crushed bottle and let the shards fall from her hands onto the table, the beer having already spilled out in a frothy mess. It was a mess. But she simply couldn't bring herself to care.
"Sendai would totally be making fun of how stressed out we right now." Naka snorted as she began to cry. "P-Probably go tell us to blow off some steam with a night battle. Go hunt down some Abyssal escorts or something. The more dangerous the better."
Yes. Yes, she would have.
Even in the face of the end times, Sendai would have grinned and shouted her trademark phrase.
She would never, ever have lost heart.
"No!" Jintsuu stood and declared with as much heart as she could muster, trying to imitate Sendai's boisterous energy.
Naka seemed taken aback at her outburst.
Jintsuu felt her own tears begin to fall as she pointed a finger at her little sister.
They'd tried to cope with the delivery of Sendai's death with booze and tales of better times. Silly stories and exaggerated boasts of battle. All the trouble and fun that Sendai had been. Both in person and across the sea. Their rambunctious and utterly pain-in-the-ass elder sister.
It was painfully obvious how little that particular plan of action had done for them.
"Sendai's gone. She's dead and she's not coming back." She declared, somehow not giving into the sobs that were growing in the back of her throat. "She died..."
Her finger trembled.
It was so very, very hard...
"S-So. So we have to..." She couldn't. Her energy was already spent trying to get this far.
She was a warship given human form. Warships were built to fight and serve and sink if the tides of battle didn't favor them. Logic stated they weren't supposed to feel the cornucopia of emotions their crew did. Weren't supposed to have knowledge of all the experiences they did.
And yet here she was.
Trying and not having any idea if she was succeeding in dealing with this thing called loss. The loss of a loved one. Of her family. Of her crazy sister.
It was so similar and yet worlds apart from the time Hiei had nearly been sunk. At least with Hiei, she had actually been there. She'd seen it with her own two eyes. There had been something she could do. No matter how small the effect, she had been able to make an attempt.
But with Sendai...
"Sis." Jintsuu lowered her hand as Naka stood from her seat, rocking back and forth as the alcohol screwed with her navigation.
"Naka... I... I don't..."
Naka wrapped her in a tight embrace.
"You're the most t-terrifying ship-person-thing ever and way too competent with NCO things. Even the rest of us on the n-network think it's weird. And I love you." Jintsuu blinked as Naka pulled away with a teary smile. "But you really suck at this."
"I-I'm trying!" She honest to goodness was. Naka's drunken laughter only made her frown in frustration.
"Jersey could do better." Naka let her go and poked her on the forehead. "And she sucks at being people more than... uh.. anyone."
"H-Hey!"
"It's... totally different. You know." Naka's expression fell even further. "So many of us were sunk in the war. You. Me. I think only a handful made it out of that hell by chance."
Jintsuu found herself unable to comment as her little sister hung her head.
"We all died. All of us." Naka's hands tightened into fists. "So why does it hurt so much now?"
Because they were human now?
Because they could now fully comprehend and experience things like their crews once did?
Because they weren't constrained in their ability to express themselves anymore?
Because this?
Because that?
"Because... we-"
"Because whatever. I don't give a damn!" Naka bellowed, her expression shifting to one of fury. Angry tears still streamed down her face. However she didn't seem to care one whit about them or the mess her face was becoming.
"She lived. She died. She lived again!" The idol threw her bottle to the ground, shattering it and sending glass and beer everywhere. "We barely had the chance to know her this time around. But she was still our sister! Our Davy-damned sister! I don't care if I'd known her for five fucking minutes or five-hundred years."
"Naka, ple-" Jintsuu found herself cut off again as Naka worked herself up into a rant.
"Sendai died out there. And I feel like absolute shit because I won't ever get to see her again. I won't get to make more memories. I won't get to give her hell for causing trouble again. I won't get to do this or that or anything ever again! That future was taken away!"
"I don't care why it hurts so damn much, sis. I don't." Naka drew in a choked breath. "I only care that it does."
Jintsuu bit her lip.
What could she say to that?
Nothing. She couldn't say anything. Did it matter what was right and what was wrong here? Did she really need to find an explanation for why this pain in her heart ached so much?
"How... How can you..." Jintsuu embraced Naka, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I'm Naka-chan, dummy. Number one idoru."
Jintsuu snorted.
"You suck at this just as much as I do."
"Bite me."
Jintsuu didn't reply, only held her little sister. Her living sister who was almost as much of a pain as the sister they'd both lost. Perhaps even more troublesome if she bothered to think harder about it. Just a different kind.
"Naka, promise me." She ran her fingers through Naka's unbound hair. A gesture of comfort for both of them. "Promise me you'll be safe out there."
At least as safe as anyone could be out on the battlefield against demons from the great beyond.
Jintsuu received no reply.
"Naka?"
Naka had gone limp in her arms, leaving against her without a care. Her breath had gone shallow and the occasional snore sounded out. It made Jintsuu want to laugh and let Naka fall to the ground in a drunken pile. Who falls asleep during such a moment?
The world's number one idol of the fleet apparently.
Jintsuu sighed with a resigned smile on her lips. Wisdom and insight far beyond what she had ever expected. And still leaving it to her to be the responsible one.
A knock from the door drew her attention away from the dozing idol. She glanced back down before deciding Naka's dignity could wait.
"Enter."
"Ah, ma-" The young man, whom she recognized as the cameraman at her little sister's side during the ceremony, paused at the sight he now had placed before his eyes upon entering the room. He shook his head and saluted. A salute she could not return at the moment. "Ma'am. Miss Naka needs to be at the docks with the rest of the fleet for deployment."
Jintsuu swore internally as she recalled that rather significant detail.
"Will... Will she be able to make it?"
"She doesn't have a choice." Jintsuu gave Naka a bit of a shake in an effort to rouse her. A grumble and a rather uncomfortable shift in position were her only response. She really was going to end up making this difficult. "Naka, wake up."
"Don't... wanna..." Naka mumbled only slightly more coherently.
Jintsuu frowned.
"Naka, I... know this isn't the best of times. We can't run away. We have to do our duty." Naka seemed to stir a little at that reproach. But not enough for her liking. Her voice turned more stern. "Naka. Wake up."
"Pardon, ma'am. May I?"
She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly at the cameraman. After a moment of thought, she nodded.
He withdrew Naka's phone from his breast pocket and gave her an apologetic look. So that's where the thing had gone.
"Hey, idoru, if you don't wake up I'm going to make sure your very unsecured phone makes its way to the Admiral's desk." Jintsuu giggled despite herself. "Or to your fans."
There was a loud crash as Naka all but leaped out of her arms and tackled the cameraman. She'd have to remember that the next time Naka refused to wake up. Only she'd do a much better job of evading any potential reaction. Perhaps it would be a good idea to let someone more directly in command of her little sister know however.
Admiral Williams seemed a good choice. Certainly not New Jersey though. That would be ripe for abuse.
"...ow."
"Dammit, minion! That's not funny."
"It worked?"
"Fuck you."
Jintsuu laughed at their exchange. A real, genuine laugh. Naka would be okay. She'd never be completely okay. None of them would be. But seeing the drunken idol giving her minion the third degree so soon after having been a wreck of so many different kinds not too long ago gave her hope.
She clapped her hands, receiving the attention of both individuals on the floor.
"Naka, you should get going. Take the scenic route to clear your head and so Commander New Jersey doesn't catch on to the fact you're reporting while inebriated."
"...Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that." She hauled herself off of minion and to her feet. Her stance was a little shaky. Nothing a decent walk couldn't help however. "Thanks, sis. For everything. You take care of yourself, too. I love you."
Jintsuu smiled and nodded.
"I love you too, Naka. Be careful out there." She made a shooing motion. "And take your minion with you. I don't want to find out you passed out in a ditch on the way."
"I didn't drink that much..."
Jintsuu let out a breath as the two departed.
Everything in the day came rushing back with a vengeance.
The joy and happiness of the wedding.
The cheer and fun of the reception.
...The pain and anger at her loss.
Now alone, she shuffled towards the door. Her feet carried her through the mess she and Naka had made. The broken glass cut into her shoes, but was ground to dust beneath her steel.
"Sendai..."
"Jintsuu."
Huh?
She looked up to see her family. Her new family. Mutsu. John. Hiei. Jane. Arizona. Even Albacore was there, barring her path to the exit.
They held out their arms to her and she cracked.
"Come on. We're here for you," said Mutsu warmly.
Jintsuu balled her fists before running into their waiting arms. She was embraced by them as a whole and she broke. She broke and she wept with an abandon she hadn't been able to show to Naka.
"We're here for you..."
"Thank you, everyone..."
* * * * *
"And then she starts bawling about her CO taking away her consoles and threatening to put her on daylight escorts only!" Naka laughed as she continued her tale of Sendai's more humorous hijacks with the Americans. She was also completely smashed. The number of empty bottles had grown to the point one would wonder where she put it all.
Jintsuu merely smiled as she listened, polishing off her latest contribution to the growing pile of empty vessels. She wasn't one to drown herself in alcohol. However she wasn't a teetotaler either. And given the fact her elder sister had just been killed in the line of duty and her younger sister just needed her company?
Well, she was quite willing to put herself three sheets to the wind in that case.
"To be fair, I do believe he did warn her about running around shouting on base in the middle of the night." She piped up with a small giggle. "...Many times?"
"At least a dozen. Prolly more. No. Yeah, definitely more." Naka didn't wait more than a second after speaking to upend a beer and drain the last of its contents.
"She never could sit still for more than a second."
"Not unless she had a record to beat."
"Even then, she would be bouncing and bobbing as if it would give her some kind of advantage. Or get her car to turn faster." Jintsuu recalled having nearly been hit in the head during one of Sendai's stopovers at Sasebo. Mario Kart wasn't supposed to be a full-contact game by her reckoning.
"Hey, I do the same thing. Nothing wrong with getting into a game." Naka picked up two new bottles from the ice chest she'd liberated from the reception and handed one over. "She just really, really got into it sometimes? She was always doing that with something she really liked. Like that one time at Pearl? With the truck."
Oh, yes. That. How could she possibly forget that particular tale?
Jintsuu heaved a mighty sigh.
"That was not one of her better days. And not even a week after being stationed there." She popped open the new bottle and eyed it as she continued. "How many days in the brig did she get?"
"Mmm... Five I think." Naka paused as she narrowed her eyes at some far off point Jintsuu was content to leave be. Whatever helped.
"I thought it was less."
"It was gonna be two. But then they found out the truck landed on the base CO's car. Absolutely totaled." The idol laughed as Jintsuu rubbed her forehead in exasperation. That wasn't how you were supposed to play Kick the Can.
She'd have a headache long before anything even remotely resembling a hangover could get to her. If she could even get a hangover in the first place. Having the experience of being drunk? Yes. Hungover? Not yet.
But the headache at Sendai's antics came with a bittersweet taste that no amount of alcohol would ever be able to wash away.
That one simple fact that they'd never see her again.
No new stories of getting kicked out of bars with Maya.
No more posts about her latest best in whatever racing game she'd snuck into her dorm.
No more shouts of 'YASEN!' at any given moment.
No more Sendai.
Jintsuu felt her eyes begin to hurt as her chest tightened. She'd always been the more levelheaded and straight-laced one. Much as any member of her class could ever claim to be. But now...
"Hey..."
"H-Huh?"
"She's really gone, isn't she." Naka looked up at her from the now half empty bottle, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's just us now. Us two Sendais."
It was rhetorical.
So painfully rhetorical.
"...Mhmm" Jintsuu nodded no matter how much part of her wanted to lie and say the information was bad. The part that wanted to rage and scream. To visit violence upon her sister's killer. To enact a vengeance so terrible that Davy Jones himself would turn away in horror.
Were it in her power. No, even if it was beyond her in every possible way. There was a part of her that wanted nothing more to make that Abyssal suffer. To make it die screaming in fear as she enacted the blood price fo-
*crunch*
...Oh.
"Hah... Hahaha..." Naka laughed without any hint of mirth. Or if there was, Jintsuu couldn't tell.
"Oops." She released the crushed bottle and let the shards fall from her hands onto the table, the beer having already spilled out in a frothy mess. It was a mess. But she simply couldn't bring herself to care.
"Sendai would totally be making fun of how stressed out we right now." Naka snorted as she began to cry. "P-Probably go tell us to blow off some steam with a night battle. Go hunt down some Abyssal escorts or something. The more dangerous the better."
Yes. Yes, she would have.
Even in the face of the end times, Sendai would have grinned and shouted her trademark phrase.
She would never, ever have lost heart.
"No!" Jintsuu stood and declared with as much heart as she could muster, trying to imitate Sendai's boisterous energy.
Naka seemed taken aback at her outburst.
Jintsuu felt her own tears begin to fall as she pointed a finger at her little sister.
They'd tried to cope with the delivery of Sendai's death with booze and tales of better times. Silly stories and exaggerated boasts of battle. All the trouble and fun that Sendai had been. Both in person and across the sea. Their rambunctious and utterly pain-in-the-ass elder sister.
It was painfully obvious how little that particular plan of action had done for them.
"Sendai's gone. She's dead and she's not coming back." She declared, somehow not giving into the sobs that were growing in the back of her throat. "She died..."
Her finger trembled.
It was so very, very hard...
"S-So. So we have to..." She couldn't. Her energy was already spent trying to get this far.
She was a warship given human form. Warships were built to fight and serve and sink if the tides of battle didn't favor them. Logic stated they weren't supposed to feel the cornucopia of emotions their crew did. Weren't supposed to have knowledge of all the experiences they did.
And yet here she was.
Trying and not having any idea if she was succeeding in dealing with this thing called loss. The loss of a loved one. Of her family. Of her crazy sister.
It was so similar and yet worlds apart from the time Hiei had nearly been sunk. At least with Hiei, she had actually been there. She'd seen it with her own two eyes. There had been something she could do. No matter how small the effect, she had been able to make an attempt.
But with Sendai...
"Sis." Jintsuu lowered her hand as Naka stood from her seat, rocking back and forth as the alcohol screwed with her navigation.
"Naka... I... I don't..."
Naka wrapped her in a tight embrace.
"You're the most t-terrifying ship-person-thing ever and way too competent with NCO things. Even the rest of us on the n-network think it's weird. And I love you." Jintsuu blinked as Naka pulled away with a teary smile. "But you really suck at this."
"I-I'm trying!" She honest to goodness was. Naka's drunken laughter only made her frown in frustration.
"Jersey could do better." Naka let her go and poked her on the forehead. "And she sucks at being people more than... uh.. anyone."
"H-Hey!"
"It's... totally different. You know." Naka's expression fell even further. "So many of us were sunk in the war. You. Me. I think only a handful made it out of that hell by chance."
Jintsuu found herself unable to comment as her little sister hung her head.
"We all died. All of us." Naka's hands tightened into fists. "So why does it hurt so much now?"
Because they were human now?
Because they could now fully comprehend and experience things like their crews once did?
Because they weren't constrained in their ability to express themselves anymore?
Because this?
Because that?
"Because... we-"
"Because whatever. I don't give a damn!" Naka bellowed, her expression shifting to one of fury. Angry tears still streamed down her face. However she didn't seem to care one whit about them or the mess her face was becoming.
"She lived. She died. She lived again!" The idol threw her bottle to the ground, shattering it and sending glass and beer everywhere. "We barely had the chance to know her this time around. But she was still our sister! Our Davy-damned sister! I don't care if I'd known her for five fucking minutes or five-hundred years."
"Naka, ple-" Jintsuu found herself cut off again as Naka worked herself up into a rant.
"Sendai died out there. And I feel like absolute shit because I won't ever get to see her again. I won't get to make more memories. I won't get to give her hell for causing trouble again. I won't get to do this or that or anything ever again! That future was taken away!"
"I don't care why it hurts so damn much, sis. I don't." Naka drew in a choked breath. "I only care that it does."
Jintsuu bit her lip.
What could she say to that?
Nothing. She couldn't say anything. Did it matter what was right and what was wrong here? Did she really need to find an explanation for why this pain in her heart ached so much?
"How... How can you..." Jintsuu embraced Naka, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I'm Naka-chan, dummy. Number one idoru."
Jintsuu snorted.
"You suck at this just as much as I do."
"Bite me."
Jintsuu didn't reply, only held her little sister. Her living sister who was almost as much of a pain as the sister they'd both lost. Perhaps even more troublesome if she bothered to think harder about it. Just a different kind.
"Naka, promise me." She ran her fingers through Naka's unbound hair. A gesture of comfort for both of them. "Promise me you'll be safe out there."
At least as safe as anyone could be out on the battlefield against demons from the great beyond.
Jintsuu received no reply.
"Naka?"
Naka had gone limp in her arms, leaving against her without a care. Her breath had gone shallow and the occasional snore sounded out. It made Jintsuu want to laugh and let Naka fall to the ground in a drunken pile. Who falls asleep during such a moment?
The world's number one idol of the fleet apparently.
Jintsuu sighed with a resigned smile on her lips. Wisdom and insight far beyond what she had ever expected. And still leaving it to her to be the responsible one.
A knock from the door drew her attention away from the dozing idol. She glanced back down before deciding Naka's dignity could wait.
"Enter."
"Ah, ma-" The young man, whom she recognized as the cameraman at her little sister's side during the ceremony, paused at the sight he now had placed before his eyes upon entering the room. He shook his head and saluted. A salute she could not return at the moment. "Ma'am. Miss Naka needs to be at the docks with the rest of the fleet for deployment."
Jintsuu swore internally as she recalled that rather significant detail.
"Will... Will she be able to make it?"
"She doesn't have a choice." Jintsuu gave Naka a bit of a shake in an effort to rouse her. A grumble and a rather uncomfortable shift in position were her only response. She really was going to end up making this difficult. "Naka, wake up."
"Don't... wanna..." Naka mumbled only slightly more coherently.
Jintsuu frowned.
"Naka, I... know this isn't the best of times. We can't run away. We have to do our duty." Naka seemed to stir a little at that reproach. But not enough for her liking. Her voice turned more stern. "Naka. Wake up."
"Pardon, ma'am. May I?"
She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly at the cameraman. After a moment of thought, she nodded.
He withdrew Naka's phone from his breast pocket and gave her an apologetic look. So that's where the thing had gone.
"Hey, idoru, if you don't wake up I'm going to make sure your very unsecured phone makes its way to the Admiral's desk." Jintsuu giggled despite herself. "Or to your fans."
There was a loud crash as Naka all but leaped out of her arms and tackled the cameraman. She'd have to remember that the next time Naka refused to wake up. Only she'd do a much better job of evading any potential reaction. Perhaps it would be a good idea to let someone more directly in command of her little sister know however.
Admiral Williams seemed a good choice. Certainly not New Jersey though. That would be ripe for abuse.
"...ow."
"Dammit, minion! That's not funny."
"It worked?"
"Fuck you."
Jintsuu laughed at their exchange. A real, genuine laugh. Naka would be okay. She'd never be completely okay. None of them would be. But seeing the drunken idol giving her minion the third degree so soon after having been a wreck of so many different kinds not too long ago gave her hope.
She clapped her hands, receiving the attention of both individuals on the floor.
"Naka, you should get going. Take the scenic route to clear your head and so Commander New Jersey doesn't catch on to the fact you're reporting while inebriated."
"...Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that." She hauled herself off of minion and to her feet. Her stance was a little shaky. Nothing a decent walk couldn't help however. "Thanks, sis. For everything. You take care of yourself, too. I love you."
Jintsuu smiled and nodded.
"I love you too, Naka. Be careful out there." She made a shooing motion. "And take your minion with you. I don't want to find out you passed out in a ditch on the way."
"I didn't drink that much..."
Jintsuu let out a breath as the two departed.
Everything in the day came rushing back with a vengeance.
The joy and happiness of the wedding.
The cheer and fun of the reception.
...The pain and anger at her loss.
Now alone, she shuffled towards the door. Her feet carried her through the mess she and Naka had made. The broken glass cut into her shoes, but was ground to dust beneath her steel.
"Sendai..."
"Jintsuu."
Huh?
She looked up to see her family. Her new family. Mutsu. John. Hiei. Jane. Arizona. Even Albacore was there, barring her path to the exit.
They held out their arms to her and she cracked.
"Come on. We're here for you," said Mutsu warmly.
Jintsuu balled her fists before running into their waiting arms. She was embraced by them as a whole and she broke. She broke and she wept with an abandon she hadn't been able to show to Naka.
"We're here for you..."
"Thank you, everyone..."
* * * * *
esseresse
R'lyth Power Make-up
- Location
- divorceville, state of depression
- Pronouns
- They/Her
But JMPer think abbout how easy her dialoge will be to write! A 4 chapter delivery of nothing but screaming
That sounds quite hilarious actually, and even logical. After all, a truck is a can to a CL.
Don't emulate Jersey here, Jintsuu. You may be warships but you are also people.
Brave minion/cameraman right there. Following the spirit of the SAS's motto?
This? I really like this image right here. Family helps one another in times of grief and need such as this.
Quite the roller-coaster, Iron, but damn well done.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
I take back what I said earlier. THIS would be what pushes Gale over the edge. Although her Mom's wish for lots of grandbabies would definitely be satisfied.
OK, so Old Iron's latest omake was a nut-kick to the feels. Not often reading fanfic brings non-humorous tears to your eyes. Still think there will be a brief Darth Jintsu episode, though...where Jintsu goes out on sortie, sees an Abyssal, and goes Dark Side on its ass and it takes Hiei or someone to bring her out of it.
As for Naka, I can see Minion helping her through this, whether it's being just a friendly ear, a shoulder to cry on, or...something else. Naka's fans - once they hear what's happened - will also be a tremendous source of support for her. I imagine there will be an outpouring of messages waiting for her when she gets back.
- Location
- Nowhere
My feeeeeelllsss! >_< I'm actually depressed right now. It's not easy losing someone, especially a sister. Nice job mate.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
...FEELS.
I would consider it a minor miracle of sparkly magical good news if Jersey handles her liquor better than American sailors at sea, in other words. She may, in fact, do this- if so, that is good news that may help explain why the dice gods refuse to give us carriers in this setting...
fficer ratio upwards, but I should have done so about twice as hard as I actually did. Thanks!
The problem is that the faeries' shoreside awareness is, ipso facto, NOT the core of Jersey's awareness.
I would consider it a minor miracle of sparkly magical good news if Jersey handles her liquor better than American sailors at sea, in other words. She may, in fact, do this- if so, that is good news that may help explain why the dice gods refuse to give us carriers in this setting...
Okay, to be fair, I went off modern figures and the modern navy is much more officer-heavy. I estimated the enlisted
fficer ratio upwards, but I should have done so about twice as hard as I actually did. Thanks!
- Location
- Canada
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
Sir, permission to hug Jintsuu, may I do it? Sir?
- Location
- Vancouver WA United States
God. Damn. Onions...
Eh, MSSB! It's powers are great and terrible!
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
To be fair, it takes a lot of boozamahol to get 58,000 tons of American steel drunk.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Loved the omake, Old Iron. Very touching, especially with Jintsuu's adopted family at the end. One family you are born into, others you make.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
*twenty years later*
Naka: For Sendai!
*five minutes later*
Jane: Heimdall! Nooo!
Very much so.
You'll have to get in line. And it's a long one.
I'm glad everyone liked it. And I do apologize for the excessive volume of feelpedos. I had a few extra, so...
- Location
- Nowhere
xD*twenty years later*
Naka: For Sendai!
*five minutes later*
Jane: Heimdall! Nooo!
Very much so.
You'll have to get in line. And it's a long one.
Brave but stupid... don't ever threaten to leak an idol's phone.
Yeah buddy, wait your turn. Some of us have been here for hours already.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Wrong move, Naka. Jane is an Officer with the powers of a NCO, that's bad enough... but that would also get Jinstuu involved.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
Naka: Worth it.
Minion: *suffering intensifies*
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Jane: Reeeeeally now...
By the way... any idea when Jane's birthday is? Because I sort of got Arizona having a gift made for her in my fic (electric bicycle made to look like a smol 1930s car)...
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
Since when did Minion become Gale's half-brother?
