- Location
- Canada
Unless the Navy gives them a nice big payout.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
Unless the Navy gives them a nice big payout.
- Location
- Nowhere
*cue the restaurant owner visiting Bremerton*
"I would like compensation on my entire two-week stock"
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Williams: Of course. We'll be more than happy to compensate you. And you may want to increase your stock order for the weekend after next.
Owner: Oh, why's that?
Williams: Because the battleships Musashi, New Jersey, and Washington will be in port along with the carrier Shinano. Come to think of it, you should probably put on extra cooks too.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
I'm glad this had such an effect for you. I hope to keep the train going as well as I have been.
Ara ara~
And and proper maintenance means frequent and thorough.John has a whole BatDiv to maintain though
If Hiei weren't a Kongou, I'd say she's getting more love than she can stand.Hiei needs more love. It's good she got over her abandonment issues though.
If her ability in handling Jane is any indication, she'll have no trouble regardless of how many there are.He also has a light cruiser to help wrangle wayward smol children.
I dunno... Jane does what she wants.
At least until one of her parents tell her to hit the brakes.
In the beginning a lot of her inexperience was a combination of lacking real combat experience, being a messy ball of volatile emotions, and learning how to be a person (not to mention me still trying to solidify her character). She's doing much better now and I want to show more of that.
Albie: *unrepentant thievery intensifies*
Hiei: Oh, we will.If there is anything that you absolutely positively MUST have a Camera for, its for capturing Ari's reaction when you bring her into A Donut King and Tell her all that.
Mutsu: Without fail.
Ari: *grumpy standard noises*
On the one hand... the kitchen will probably be experiencing a new kind of hell.
On the other, massive profit and happy shipgirls.
Owner: ...I am okay with this.
Fleet o' shipgirls, in sync: So are we!
- Location
- USA
Cooks: We aren't.Owner: ...I am okay with this.
Fleet o' shipgirls, in sync: So are we!
Owner: ...I am okay with this.
Fleet o' shipgirls, in sync: So are we!
"Okay, so why this parole program didn't have many applicant? I mean, compared even with things like 'heavy construction volunteer'-"
"Because it was the toughest. Believe me, so far, the success rate was only 40%. And that only after we gave them 'parole guaranteed, no question (mostly)'."
"'Cook volunteer at Naval Cities' are that bad? Who did they serve, entire US Navy and Marine and Aviators contingent in one places?"
"...Add Japanese and Germany and it kinda like that."
- Location
- Canada
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Or else the franchise could branch out, especially for the shipgirls:
"I thought you were taking us to some place called Golden Corral."
"Their stocks can't handle all of you. This place, however, can."
"The...Golden Dockyard?"
"Trust me, you'll like it."
"I thought you were taking us to some place called Golden Corral."
"Their stocks can't handle all of you. This place, however, can."
"The...Golden Dockyard?"
"Trust me, you'll like it."
esseresse
R'lyth Power Make-up
- Location
- divorceville, state of depression
- Pronouns
- They/Her
Not sure is misquoting Arsenic and Old Lace or not...
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
There there Ari, Here, have a couple Frosted Red velvet cake donuts. I'm sure you'll be in better spirits afterwards! Or would a Cinnamon Cake donut would be more of your Forte, Arizona?
(immah get shelled , I just know it but teasing Ari is too much fun!) To be honest, I have no idea what you're talking about. I was literally quoting my ma word for word about how crazy her side of the family is. And believe me, they're crazy. Reasonable people for the most part, but when the insanity shows, it shows!
I mean what else do you call it when one of your uncles is doing work outside near a tree, has a bolt of lightning strike and pretty much explode said tree (In Florida, never underestimate the range of Lightning) and their only reaction to it is to go inside and grab stuff to make s'mores as said exploded tree catches fire?
"Thanks The Lord by having feast in His Name. And they said lightning never strikes the same place twice, anyway."I mean what else do you call it when one of your uncles is doing work outside near a tree, has a bolt of lightning strike and pretty much explode said tree (In Florida, never underestimate the range of Lightning) and their only reaction to it is to go inside and grab stuff to make s'mores as said exploded tree catches fire?
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
... Dear God, you said what he said to me when I asked him what he'd called that, though he had said "...by having feast and Moonshine in his name..." instead of just feast.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Hey, down south we don't believe in hiding our crazy relatives. We set them out in the formal parlor with lemonade for everyone to see.
Speaking of which, would dreadnoughts come back as Texas's crazy relatives.....?
Speaking of which, would dreadnoughts come back as Texas's crazy relatives.....?
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
BM-9 and BB-30, for obvious reasons.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Florida: If I am her ....and she is me ...then who are ....we?
Texas: Here, have some more lemonade...
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
You know... somehow I can imagine Jerjer roaring with laughter while reading the "Terminal Lance" webcomic.
For someone like Ari... I'm not sure if she'd bust a bulkhead laughing, or break a steam pipe with prude rage at some of the gags in the webcomic. :lol hmm I guess there's only one real way to find out eh?
Also I realized that with the latest thing with Pennsy, that means a certain hungry wolf is also back from patrol....
does this mean we'll get to see her resume quest to find Mr. Hunter sometime in the near future? Or will our Valiant submariner sneak attack and surprise the Wolf by finding her first?
For someone like Ari... I'm not sure if she'd bust a bulkhead laughing, or break a steam pipe with prude rage at some of the gags in the webcomic. :lol hmm I guess there's only one real way to find out eh?
Also I realized that with the latest thing with Pennsy, that means a certain hungry wolf is also back from patrol....
does this mean we'll get to see her resume quest to find Mr. Hunter sometime in the near future? Or will our Valiant submariner sneak attack and surprise the Wolf by finding her first?
- Location
- Somewhere between here and there
Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Ashigara get our Hunter's cell number the last time we saw them? I know there was some kind of communication, but my tired brain just doesn't won't to work right now. Besides, I'm also certain that our submariner's sub was last spotted near Hawaii. Eh, either way it'd be nice to see something involving them again in the near future.
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
Eh not quite what I was originally thinking, but still good enough to bully a BB. What I was originally thinking was more along the lines of...
Jersey * speaking quietly while Muffled by tank armor*: "I finally get a bunch of sweaty Marine hands all over me, but they're just pulling me out of a goddamn Abrams."
Marine: "Did you say something ma'am?"
Jersey *Decidedly less muffled*: "I said 'GET MY ASS OUTTA THIS TANK ALREADY, STAFF'"
Marine: "Alright Ma'am. Lance Corporal, get me all the lard on base. We'll see if we can just grease her up and slip her out."
Jersey: *Muffled incoherent flustered fast BB noises*
I remember how Jerjer was when they retook Woody Island, when she saw all those marines digging trenches.
If the marines are the ones to get her out, she just may be a tad bit more forgiving. Maybe.
I'm not exactly sure either, I'd have to go check, but yes it would be nice to see something involving the both of them again.
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- Location
- Vancouver WA United States
May 31, 1921
RMS Olympic, Mid-North Atlantic
Legends: Chapter 2
The woman sitting alone at the barstool was unseen and unnoticed by the people milling about. All of them first class passengers, all extremely wealthy, all lacking a crucial sight. Except for one. She was extremely wealthy, the result of marrying a rich husband who died in the war. The wealthy widow, who only looked to be in her late teens, bore a striking resemblance to the woman currently occupying a seat at the bar. Both had pale skin. Both had flaming red hair. Both were equal in build and height. Passengers who wanted a drink subconsciously avoided the spot she was sitting at, even if they didn't know why. But Tiffany knew. She knew exactly because unlike her fellow passengers, she could see the woman. The woman who was not just her sister, but her twin. Olympic herself.
Olympic's spirit was eyeing the bottles behind the barman with a bit of longing. She didn't dare touch one, not while people were still about and would freak at the sight of a liquor bottle seemingly floating in mid-air. It may've been the 20th century, but on board a ship, there was always a level of superstition present. Tiffany, dressed in an evening gown, waited and watched, conversing with anyone who came her way. Until they had all either retired to bed or wondered into the smoking rooms. Now only Olympic and the barman remained.
"Something catch your fancy miss?" He asked Tiffany as she sat down at the stool beside Olympic. She deliberately avoided looking at her, so as not to alarm and scare away the spirit before they had a chance to talk. "2 glasses of Irish whiskey please." She replied. As the barman gave her the glasses she shooed him off. "Now go make yourself useful somewhere else. If I want another, I'll get it myself. Go on now, shoo!" The barman, like any trained White Star steward, knew better than to argue with a wealthy woman of society and quickly fled leaving the bar empty besides the two woman. Tiffany's chance at at last come. Taking a sip off one of the glasses, she grabbed the other and pushed it slowly with her knuckles until it bumped against Olympic's right hand. The kanmusu half reeled back in shock at the sudden touch, seemingly unaware of the woman who had parked herself beside her. A woman who was now staring right at her and it was almost like looking into a mirror.
"Hello again, Oly." Tiffany's warm smile did nothing to relax Olympic, who looked like a coiled spring, ready to pounce.
"Don't call me that." Olympic snapped, more out of reflex than anything else. Her blue eyes were wide as reality caught up to her. From her perspective, a passenger speaking to her should have been impossible. "Wait, you can see me?!"
"Most certainly can." Tiffany replied, "You down in your cups?" She asked, keeping herself relaxed in the hopes that her calm attitude would wear off on her twin. It started to work and Olympic accepted the whiskey, taking a generous gulp and emptying half the glass.
"You might say that." Olympic replied.
"Care to tell me why?" Tiffany's question was only half rhetorical. She knew she herself was the cause but she needed to hear Olympic's thought process. That would give her a better indication of where her twin was at mentally. And that would help Tiffany work with her better.
"Shouldn't you know? Everyone else knows." Olympic sniffed.
"Do they? I thought humans weren't aware of ship spirits." Tiffany pointed out.
"You can see me."
"Ah, but who ever said I was human."
Olympic looked at her more closely for that and Tiffany cut her off before she could ask. "You give me my answer, and I'll explain my existence the best I can." She said.
"You drive a hard bargain. Get me another glass and you've got a deal." Olympic said, draining back the last of her whiskey.
"I'll get you the bottle. Trust me, you'll need it before we're done here." Tiffany said, standing up to go around behind the counter for the bottle. As she did so, Olympic began her story.
"I'm assuming you know that I'm this ship's spirit so I'll make this simple. It's about my sister."
"Which sister? You have two." Tiffany said.
"I had two." Olympic corrected her, blue eyes flashing with a hidden pain. "It's the elder I think about today."
"Ah yes, May 31. Silly of me to forget." Tiffany said, keeping her tone light. Olympic was not amused but continued nonetheless. The refilling of her glass acted as a peace offering and she drained it before she went back to talking. "I'm sure you know Titanic's story so I shant go into details about her loss."
"Where were you that night?" Tiffany hadn't meant to ask the question. She certainly hadn't meant for it to come across as accusing. But it was too late to take it back.
Olympic's eyes once again showed that hidden pain, but it was deeper this time. Something that had scarred her very soul. "I, came as soon as I heard." She began weakly. "I tried to close the distance. I offered to take those who survived as well once I heard it was too late..."
"I'll tell you where you were." Tiffany said, knocking back her own glass. Seeing the agony in Olympic's blue eyes brought up a side of the human kanmusu that she had forgotten existed. The desire to help her sister, to destroy that agony, pound it into dust and consign it to the hell where it belonged, was too strong for her to ignore. Olympic had become caught up in her own disillusions of guilt, and Tiffany had to shatter those disillusions before they destroyed the one ship she loved the most.
"You, were too. bloody. far. Too bloody far away to be useful in any sort of rescue. However your voice, was a great source of comfort that night." Tiffany sighed as she allowed herself to remember. Above the chaos of the panicked cries and the confused calls of other ship unable to accept reality, Olympic's strong voice was a lifeline for her twin. It was a voice Titanic had clung to life for as long as she could, just to hear. And by doing so, Olympic had indirectly saved hundreds of lives. Titanic would've slipped beneath the waves much sooner had it not been for the soothing presence of her elder sister.
"Were you, were you there?" Olympic's voice was quiet now. Quieter than it had ever been. Even at normal volume she rose above the voices of her passengers. Now, it was not more than a static whisper but one that Tiffany heard clearly all the same.
"Titanic would've been proud of you, Olympic." A part of Tiffany longed to tell her sister the truth, if Olympic hadn't figured it out on her own yet. She was sure the other kanmusu had her suspicions. A human seeing a kanmusu was unheard of, a kanmusu seeing a kanmusu however...
But the idea that Titanic had returned from the dead just to haunt her big sister was too impossible and still too painful for Olympic to contemplate and the thought never entered her mind. And Tiffany herself had made a vow the night she was reborn to never tell another mortal soul the truth. She kept her silence.
"Thank you..." The gratitude in Olympic's voice nearly overwhelmed their recipient who blinked twice to clear her blurring vision and gave a silent nod in reply.
........................................................................
Sheera came to slowly, half buried in the soft cushions of her luxurious bed. She hadn't dreamed of her sister since long before the war with the Abyssals had begun. So why now? Mary's words yesterday came back to her. "Sooner or later you will have to fight."
"Like hell." She hissed up at the ceiling. She felt a slight shudder in reply and the glass of water she had on her nightstand fell off the edge. The glass didn't break but it spilled its contents directly onto her face just as she emerged from the covers.
Spitting and wiping furiously at her eyes, Sheera glared at the nearest wall. "Wanker." She muttered under her breath. Another, much lighter shudder quivered the bed frame and it felt suspiciously like laughter.
"Well at least someone finds this amusing." She muttered, getting out of bed and putting on her clothes for the day. One thing Sheera didn't miss about the 20th century was the sheer number of clothes a woman went through in a single day. All those changes... Now she only needed one outfit to parade around in.
Sheera was dressed in her workout clothes as she intended to go for a run before breakfast. She had a pink medium sleeved shirt on, fleece for it was getting cold as the Queen Mary 2 approached the Labrador Current. A pair of black running leggings and silver tennis shoes completed the picture. Her red hair was for once tamed and pulled back in a tight pony tail that only partially kept it from falling about every which way. More would likely fall out of the band while she was running. It was notorious for that. Around her neck she wore her most prized possession. A necklace with a crystal 5 pointed star pennant set in a casing of steel. It had been a gift from Olympic shortly before her big sister set sail on her final voyage to the breakers. The steel was fashioned from a small strip of railing Olympic's kanmusu had pulled up and then fashioned to form the case and chain of the necklace. The crystal that made the star sparkle like a diamond was taken from one of her own first class chandeliers identical to the one that still sparkled under submarine lights at the bottom of the North Atlantic. Despite her vow of secrecy, Sheera was unwilling to part with the necklace and had never taken it off. She fingered it briefly, tracing the edges of the star that mimicked the symbol of her now lost Line.
Sheera shoved the past down deep into her cargo holds, lowering her watertight doors for good measure before leaving the room.
One of the great things about Queen Mary 2 was the sheer amount of open deck space. The top deck provided a perfect running track for amateurs and for those more experienced or someone seeking an additional workout, a set of stairs ran down each side, connecting the short upper deck along the ships' midsection to the top promenade that filled in the gaps. Down up, down up. Sheera repeated this process a good 5 or 6 times before slowing to walk. She could easily run farther. In fact she could run across the entire Atlantic without stopping. The benefits of being a kanmusu but as far as the world was aware, she was human and humans didn't run nonstop. She could get a real workout once she arrived in America. A century of practice made her the expert at nighttime excursions and previous experience on American military bases meant she could slip out with no trouble. Once she wouldn't have cared. In fact she hadn't even done a proper kanmusu style workout since the 1950s. But the Abyssals had changed all that. Like Olympic had, the demon's presence awakened a part of the kanmusu she hadn't known existed.
Slowing to a halt next to the squat red funnel, Sheera leaned over the railing allowing the sea breeze to cool her sweating face. Her kanmusu instincts were fully tuned to her environment and she knew without even consulting her compass that the Queen Mary 2 was passing close to her wreck. The spot where she sank was forever etched into her memory and no matter how many times she crossed the Atlantic, be it by boat or by plane, she always knew where she was in relation to that spot. 41 degrees 44 minutes North, 50 degrees 14 minutes West.
"You're not thinking of going for a swim are you?" Mary's amused voice had Sheera whirling around to glare at her.
"Do I look like I want to swim down 3000 meters?" She asked sarcastically. "I made that voyage once you know, I'd rather not do so again."
"Just checking." Mary shrugged, none concerned with the look Sheera was giving her. "You just had the appearance of someone who was seriously considering doing something stupid."
"I was just thinking, that's all." Sheera replied.
"About?"
Sheera inwardly cursed but she should've expected the nosy kanmusu to ask that question. "About what you said yesterday." She replied.
"And?" Mary prompted, daring to sound even half hopeful. Well if she expected Sheera to change her mind that soon she was in for a disappointment.
"I'll think about it. Just uh, give me some time to get settled in in Yankland and I'll get back to you alright?" Sheera asked.
"This war changing your perspective?" Mary asked.
"My position hasn't changed." Sheera replied. "I'll end this war as a human."
"But you aren't a human Sheera. That's what I keep trying to get through to you. You can't keep on being something you're not." Mary said.
"No? I've done quite well at it for the last hundred years." Sheera replied.
"And you've had some pretty close calls. Mary, older Mary told me about Jarrow." Sheera couldn't hide her wince even if she tried. She had hoped Mary would not bring that up. Jarrow, she hated the town and was glad when the Abyssals shelled it to rubble. Even though the shipyard where her sister had been cut to pieces decades ago shut down not long after her death, Sheera had nearly done the Abyssal's job for them when Olympic was taken there. It took Olympic herself plus additional advice from Mauretania, to get Sheera to back down. If ever there was a point in her history where Sheera had shed her human disguise for her true kanmusu self, that was it. Humans quickly forgot about the incident. Ships however had better memories and from then on, wherever Sheera went she was recognized as one of them. Ship spirits came to her for a chat during ocean crossings, knowing she could converse with them. Ship spirits like Mary who was quick to realize Sheera's true identity. The identity she continued to deny herself.
"You still don't know how powerful you are." Mary said, bringing Sheera back to the present. The captain focused on the kanmusu once more. "You could practically end the war single handed, Titanic."
"Don't call me that." Sheera snapped, sounding eerily like her late sister.
"It is the name of your true self, you've only forgotten." Mary said and Sheera snorted. "Now I know you're desperate when you start giving me quotes." She said. "Then since you like them so much I'll give you another one; 'Fate rarely calls upon us at the moment of our choosing'."
"No, anything but that!" Sheera gave a moan, covering her aerials. Her wireless operators removed their headsets. Nobody was home to receive.
"Oh I've got a semi full just for you dearie." Mary chuckled, and it was clear now she was teasing the other kanmusu.
Sheera did her best to not give into shipgirl antics and gave the best glare she could manage. She would fervently deny she was pouting. "Maybe I should start sailing Norwegian." She said.
"Ooh right in the pocketbook." Mary said, dramatically holding a hand to her chest. "You're a cruel ship, Titanic."
"Cruel is a matter of perspective." Sheera smirked and it was Mary's turn to groan.
RMS Olympic, Mid-North Atlantic
Legends: Chapter 2
The woman sitting alone at the barstool was unseen and unnoticed by the people milling about. All of them first class passengers, all extremely wealthy, all lacking a crucial sight. Except for one. She was extremely wealthy, the result of marrying a rich husband who died in the war. The wealthy widow, who only looked to be in her late teens, bore a striking resemblance to the woman currently occupying a seat at the bar. Both had pale skin. Both had flaming red hair. Both were equal in build and height. Passengers who wanted a drink subconsciously avoided the spot she was sitting at, even if they didn't know why. But Tiffany knew. She knew exactly because unlike her fellow passengers, she could see the woman. The woman who was not just her sister, but her twin. Olympic herself.
Olympic's spirit was eyeing the bottles behind the barman with a bit of longing. She didn't dare touch one, not while people were still about and would freak at the sight of a liquor bottle seemingly floating in mid-air. It may've been the 20th century, but on board a ship, there was always a level of superstition present. Tiffany, dressed in an evening gown, waited and watched, conversing with anyone who came her way. Until they had all either retired to bed or wondered into the smoking rooms. Now only Olympic and the barman remained.
"Something catch your fancy miss?" He asked Tiffany as she sat down at the stool beside Olympic. She deliberately avoided looking at her, so as not to alarm and scare away the spirit before they had a chance to talk. "2 glasses of Irish whiskey please." She replied. As the barman gave her the glasses she shooed him off. "Now go make yourself useful somewhere else. If I want another, I'll get it myself. Go on now, shoo!" The barman, like any trained White Star steward, knew better than to argue with a wealthy woman of society and quickly fled leaving the bar empty besides the two woman. Tiffany's chance at at last come. Taking a sip off one of the glasses, she grabbed the other and pushed it slowly with her knuckles until it bumped against Olympic's right hand. The kanmusu half reeled back in shock at the sudden touch, seemingly unaware of the woman who had parked herself beside her. A woman who was now staring right at her and it was almost like looking into a mirror.
"Hello again, Oly." Tiffany's warm smile did nothing to relax Olympic, who looked like a coiled spring, ready to pounce.
"Don't call me that." Olympic snapped, more out of reflex than anything else. Her blue eyes were wide as reality caught up to her. From her perspective, a passenger speaking to her should have been impossible. "Wait, you can see me?!"
"Most certainly can." Tiffany replied, "You down in your cups?" She asked, keeping herself relaxed in the hopes that her calm attitude would wear off on her twin. It started to work and Olympic accepted the whiskey, taking a generous gulp and emptying half the glass.
"You might say that." Olympic replied.
"Care to tell me why?" Tiffany's question was only half rhetorical. She knew she herself was the cause but she needed to hear Olympic's thought process. That would give her a better indication of where her twin was at mentally. And that would help Tiffany work with her better.
"Shouldn't you know? Everyone else knows." Olympic sniffed.
"Do they? I thought humans weren't aware of ship spirits." Tiffany pointed out.
"You can see me."
"Ah, but who ever said I was human."
Olympic looked at her more closely for that and Tiffany cut her off before she could ask. "You give me my answer, and I'll explain my existence the best I can." She said.
"You drive a hard bargain. Get me another glass and you've got a deal." Olympic said, draining back the last of her whiskey.
"I'll get you the bottle. Trust me, you'll need it before we're done here." Tiffany said, standing up to go around behind the counter for the bottle. As she did so, Olympic began her story.
"I'm assuming you know that I'm this ship's spirit so I'll make this simple. It's about my sister."
"Which sister? You have two." Tiffany said.
"I had two." Olympic corrected her, blue eyes flashing with a hidden pain. "It's the elder I think about today."
"Ah yes, May 31. Silly of me to forget." Tiffany said, keeping her tone light. Olympic was not amused but continued nonetheless. The refilling of her glass acted as a peace offering and she drained it before she went back to talking. "I'm sure you know Titanic's story so I shant go into details about her loss."
"Where were you that night?" Tiffany hadn't meant to ask the question. She certainly hadn't meant for it to come across as accusing. But it was too late to take it back.
Olympic's eyes once again showed that hidden pain, but it was deeper this time. Something that had scarred her very soul. "I, came as soon as I heard." She began weakly. "I tried to close the distance. I offered to take those who survived as well once I heard it was too late..."
"I'll tell you where you were." Tiffany said, knocking back her own glass. Seeing the agony in Olympic's blue eyes brought up a side of the human kanmusu that she had forgotten existed. The desire to help her sister, to destroy that agony, pound it into dust and consign it to the hell where it belonged, was too strong for her to ignore. Olympic had become caught up in her own disillusions of guilt, and Tiffany had to shatter those disillusions before they destroyed the one ship she loved the most.
"You, were too. bloody. far. Too bloody far away to be useful in any sort of rescue. However your voice, was a great source of comfort that night." Tiffany sighed as she allowed herself to remember. Above the chaos of the panicked cries and the confused calls of other ship unable to accept reality, Olympic's strong voice was a lifeline for her twin. It was a voice Titanic had clung to life for as long as she could, just to hear. And by doing so, Olympic had indirectly saved hundreds of lives. Titanic would've slipped beneath the waves much sooner had it not been for the soothing presence of her elder sister.
"Were you, were you there?" Olympic's voice was quiet now. Quieter than it had ever been. Even at normal volume she rose above the voices of her passengers. Now, it was not more than a static whisper but one that Tiffany heard clearly all the same.
"Titanic would've been proud of you, Olympic." A part of Tiffany longed to tell her sister the truth, if Olympic hadn't figured it out on her own yet. She was sure the other kanmusu had her suspicions. A human seeing a kanmusu was unheard of, a kanmusu seeing a kanmusu however...
But the idea that Titanic had returned from the dead just to haunt her big sister was too impossible and still too painful for Olympic to contemplate and the thought never entered her mind. And Tiffany herself had made a vow the night she was reborn to never tell another mortal soul the truth. She kept her silence.
"Thank you..." The gratitude in Olympic's voice nearly overwhelmed their recipient who blinked twice to clear her blurring vision and gave a silent nod in reply.
........................................................................
Sheera came to slowly, half buried in the soft cushions of her luxurious bed. She hadn't dreamed of her sister since long before the war with the Abyssals had begun. So why now? Mary's words yesterday came back to her. "Sooner or later you will have to fight."
"Like hell." She hissed up at the ceiling. She felt a slight shudder in reply and the glass of water she had on her nightstand fell off the edge. The glass didn't break but it spilled its contents directly onto her face just as she emerged from the covers.
Spitting and wiping furiously at her eyes, Sheera glared at the nearest wall. "Wanker." She muttered under her breath. Another, much lighter shudder quivered the bed frame and it felt suspiciously like laughter.
"Well at least someone finds this amusing." She muttered, getting out of bed and putting on her clothes for the day. One thing Sheera didn't miss about the 20th century was the sheer number of clothes a woman went through in a single day. All those changes... Now she only needed one outfit to parade around in.
Sheera was dressed in her workout clothes as she intended to go for a run before breakfast. She had a pink medium sleeved shirt on, fleece for it was getting cold as the Queen Mary 2 approached the Labrador Current. A pair of black running leggings and silver tennis shoes completed the picture. Her red hair was for once tamed and pulled back in a tight pony tail that only partially kept it from falling about every which way. More would likely fall out of the band while she was running. It was notorious for that. Around her neck she wore her most prized possession. A necklace with a crystal 5 pointed star pennant set in a casing of steel. It had been a gift from Olympic shortly before her big sister set sail on her final voyage to the breakers. The steel was fashioned from a small strip of railing Olympic's kanmusu had pulled up and then fashioned to form the case and chain of the necklace. The crystal that made the star sparkle like a diamond was taken from one of her own first class chandeliers identical to the one that still sparkled under submarine lights at the bottom of the North Atlantic. Despite her vow of secrecy, Sheera was unwilling to part with the necklace and had never taken it off. She fingered it briefly, tracing the edges of the star that mimicked the symbol of her now lost Line.
Sheera shoved the past down deep into her cargo holds, lowering her watertight doors for good measure before leaving the room.
One of the great things about Queen Mary 2 was the sheer amount of open deck space. The top deck provided a perfect running track for amateurs and for those more experienced or someone seeking an additional workout, a set of stairs ran down each side, connecting the short upper deck along the ships' midsection to the top promenade that filled in the gaps. Down up, down up. Sheera repeated this process a good 5 or 6 times before slowing to walk. She could easily run farther. In fact she could run across the entire Atlantic without stopping. The benefits of being a kanmusu but as far as the world was aware, she was human and humans didn't run nonstop. She could get a real workout once she arrived in America. A century of practice made her the expert at nighttime excursions and previous experience on American military bases meant she could slip out with no trouble. Once she wouldn't have cared. In fact she hadn't even done a proper kanmusu style workout since the 1950s. But the Abyssals had changed all that. Like Olympic had, the demon's presence awakened a part of the kanmusu she hadn't known existed.
Slowing to a halt next to the squat red funnel, Sheera leaned over the railing allowing the sea breeze to cool her sweating face. Her kanmusu instincts were fully tuned to her environment and she knew without even consulting her compass that the Queen Mary 2 was passing close to her wreck. The spot where she sank was forever etched into her memory and no matter how many times she crossed the Atlantic, be it by boat or by plane, she always knew where she was in relation to that spot. 41 degrees 44 minutes North, 50 degrees 14 minutes West.
"You're not thinking of going for a swim are you?" Mary's amused voice had Sheera whirling around to glare at her.
"Do I look like I want to swim down 3000 meters?" She asked sarcastically. "I made that voyage once you know, I'd rather not do so again."
"Just checking." Mary shrugged, none concerned with the look Sheera was giving her. "You just had the appearance of someone who was seriously considering doing something stupid."
"I was just thinking, that's all." Sheera replied.
"About?"
Sheera inwardly cursed but she should've expected the nosy kanmusu to ask that question. "About what you said yesterday." She replied.
"And?" Mary prompted, daring to sound even half hopeful. Well if she expected Sheera to change her mind that soon she was in for a disappointment.
"I'll think about it. Just uh, give me some time to get settled in in Yankland and I'll get back to you alright?" Sheera asked.
"This war changing your perspective?" Mary asked.
"My position hasn't changed." Sheera replied. "I'll end this war as a human."
"But you aren't a human Sheera. That's what I keep trying to get through to you. You can't keep on being something you're not." Mary said.
"No? I've done quite well at it for the last hundred years." Sheera replied.
"And you've had some pretty close calls. Mary, older Mary told me about Jarrow." Sheera couldn't hide her wince even if she tried. She had hoped Mary would not bring that up. Jarrow, she hated the town and was glad when the Abyssals shelled it to rubble. Even though the shipyard where her sister had been cut to pieces decades ago shut down not long after her death, Sheera had nearly done the Abyssal's job for them when Olympic was taken there. It took Olympic herself plus additional advice from Mauretania, to get Sheera to back down. If ever there was a point in her history where Sheera had shed her human disguise for her true kanmusu self, that was it. Humans quickly forgot about the incident. Ships however had better memories and from then on, wherever Sheera went she was recognized as one of them. Ship spirits came to her for a chat during ocean crossings, knowing she could converse with them. Ship spirits like Mary who was quick to realize Sheera's true identity. The identity she continued to deny herself.
"You still don't know how powerful you are." Mary said, bringing Sheera back to the present. The captain focused on the kanmusu once more. "You could practically end the war single handed, Titanic."
"Don't call me that." Sheera snapped, sounding eerily like her late sister.
"It is the name of your true self, you've only forgotten." Mary said and Sheera snorted. "Now I know you're desperate when you start giving me quotes." She said. "Then since you like them so much I'll give you another one; 'Fate rarely calls upon us at the moment of our choosing'."
"No, anything but that!" Sheera gave a moan, covering her aerials. Her wireless operators removed their headsets. Nobody was home to receive.
"Oh I've got a semi full just for you dearie." Mary chuckled, and it was clear now she was teasing the other kanmusu.
Sheera did her best to not give into shipgirl antics and gave the best glare she could manage. She would fervently deny she was pouting. "Maybe I should start sailing Norwegian." She said.
"Ooh right in the pocketbook." Mary said, dramatically holding a hand to her chest. "You're a cruel ship, Titanic."
"Cruel is a matter of perspective." Sheera smirked and it was Mary's turn to groan.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
I can see this scene, too...
*Queen Mary 2 passes iceberg*
Sheera: *Stands on deck glowering at it*
QM2: I feel the conflict within you...let go of your hate!
Sheera: You were just waiting for that one, weren't you?
QM2: *Grins* Of course.
:lol
*Queen Mary 2 passes iceberg*
Sheera: *Stands on deck glowering at it*
QM2: I feel the conflict within you...let go of your hate!
Sheera: You were just waiting for that one, weren't you?
QM2: *Grins* Of course.
:lol
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Great update for Legends!
If Sheera ever decides to really get into the fight, she would be good in the Atlantic. Take a page from Olympic's book, and go around stomping on U-Boats...
If Sheera ever decides to really get into the fight, she would be good in the Atlantic. Take a page from Olympic's book, and go around stomping on U-Boats...
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Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
*Reads the Legends update*
Wonderful update! I really liked the Dynamic and inner struggle Titia- err I mean Sheera has between accepting what she really is, and living as a Human. Its quite nice to see and I look forwards to what'll happen next! wait a moment. *Looks back*
She married? That there makes me wonder how many times she's married in the Century she's been in hiding?...I'm also wondering now If Titani-errr I mean Sheera ever had any kids within that century long time frame... I wonder if there's a connection t-*van'd*
Wonderful update! I really liked the Dynamic and inner struggle Titia- err I mean Sheera has between accepting what she really is, and living as a Human. Its quite nice to see and I look forwards to what'll happen next! wait a moment. *Looks back*
She married? That there makes me wonder how many times she's married in the Century she's been in hiding?...I'm also wondering now If Titani-errr I mean Sheera ever had any kids within that century long time frame... I wonder if there's a connection t-*van'd*