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Covered In Blood And Surrounded By Spirits (Hellsing CK2 Organization Quest)
- Thread starter The LD Creature
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Blargh, stupid internet connection.
[X] Terciero Talavera
[X] Terciero Talavera
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
I applaud your courage, fighting for the sake of our poor South American.
Sadly, the votes have been locked and all het choices washed away.
As a side note, our being an in denial Lesbian would nicely explain why the Kami's marriage candidate is a woman, that is the sort of thing that they would be able to divine after all and it makes an amusing amount of sense with how happy they are with us that they would find a way to 'Help' us even in this matter /laugh
Edit: wrong word >.>
Edit: wrong word >.>
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- Location
- USA
QM actually rolled for it. despite the low odds the dice landed on lesbian (1/20 chance) and then on "in denial"
We had a straight female protagonist right?
I think we did... but on the other hand outside of Moid's quests and CK/Mangement quests I don't think we've had anyone get in a relationship.
So... small sample base
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
In my defense, it was less a interest in lesibans, more a the other choices were for shit.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
You call a mad bomber with a centuries old spirit monkey a shitty love interest?
... My good sir, I do believe I have some doubts about your tastes.
- Location
- Canada
I think he meant stats-wise, which is kinda hard to argue with given he had 2 stats below 5. Awesome character, but terrible mechanics.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
More like a tiny bit too unstable to risk being near.
Rereading the Interview with Kokai is even more amusing now that we have had this roll to find out Renko is a lesbian and one who is in denial at that /laugh 'really really cute' indeed /snirk
- Location
- USA
what kokai interview?
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
After part 3 is the entry The Most Terrible Crime that's the Interview of Kokai Akuma, our Spirit Nuke, that's really really cute /laugh
- Location
- USA
thanks, I found it, and that is pretty funny
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The funniest part? At that point I had no idea Renko was gay. That's perfectly normal, platonic admiration there, and now it has innate lesbian overtones looking back. Either the will of the RNG ascends past time and space, or my subconcious is a subtle bastard.
- Location
- USA
I figured as much from when you said you rolled for it (I figured you actually rolled right before that post), that is why I said it was funny. Its funny because it was not intentional
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
I know~<3
I so love when unintended later revelations change the outlook on earlier scenes.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Hmmm. This next update is taking me some time. As such, I figure i'll give you guys a hint. You better start thanking @jwolfe_beta cause he just saved you guys from the wrath of the RNG.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Hate us? No, this is merely our payment for the marriage rolls.
The Dice Kami both give and take away with the same hand.
The Dice Kami both give and take away with the same hand.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Indeed. Which means you guys need to start writing more extra content. I would be wrong for me to be the only source of emergency RNG salvation.
ebolasos
Hiiii please be my friend!
- Location
- Down under
Oh mind sharing how he helped out?
You should know the dice hate us wolfe, what with whats been going on for the past few updates.The Dice hate us?
The Dice hate us.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
I am afraid I need a bit more basis before I can write fluffy river crossings.
Thankfully, omake may be the best way to get some of these puns out of my system.
Umi Yukaba (Canon) by Yamato
- Location
- North Carolina, United Prefectures of Japanada
Have a historical omake about the ghost ship and her past. I'm not great at writing non war-focused things, so I decided to do an omake on this.
Umi Yukaba
October 26th, 1942
Santa Cruz Islands
On the bridge of Shokaku, there was a tense atmosphere. Less than twenty minutes ago their carriers had been spotted by an American scout plane that had slipped past their Combat Air Patrol. The race was on to find the enemy carrier force and launch a strike force before the Americans could damage their vulnerable flight decks. Fortune smiled upon the Imperial Navy that moment, though, as one of their scouts radioed in the location of the USS Hornet and her task force. The order to prepare a strike force was given.
Over the next half hour, the carriers Shokaku, Zuikaku, Junyo, and Zuiho launched a total of over sixty aircraft into the rising sun. The strike force assembled, and began the flight to their target. Minutes later, Zuiho radioed in that a pair of American bombers had set their flight deck ablaze.
First blood had been drawn.
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Shoi Tadao Watanabe glanced out his Zero's canopy for the third time in the past minute. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. With a sigh, he turned his gaze to the photo resting above his controls, taking in the sight of a smiling woman. "You'd laugh at me if you could see how paranoid I'm being, wouldn't you Mei-chan?" he muttered. Maybe one more check wouldn't hurt. Another "look out the window" revealed the same morning sky, the same white clouds, the same formation of specks approaching their strike force...
...Tadao shot for his radio. "Enemy strike force spotted!" he shouted, rattling off it's direction and heading. One of Zuiho's squadrons quickly reported they were in a viable position for an attack run, with the sun at their backs. As the two formations neared, the squadron dove on the Americans, trading four of their Zeroes for eight American planes before withdrawing. The Japanese and American strike forces continued on towards their targets.
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"American carrier spotted! Prepare for attack run!"
Tadao felt his heart rate increase as the Japanese formation oriented itself for the attack. The sky was blessedly clear of enemy fighters, allowing the pilots of the Imperial Navy to approach unmolested. Closer and closer they drew towards the carrier and her escorts.
Then the sky exploded.
It took Tadao a moment to understand the sight before him, as the American ships filled the air with seemingly impossible amounts of gunfire. An airburst shell swatted a dive bomber from the sky, and everyone began evading for their lives. Adrenaline shot through his veins as bullets and cannon fire whizzed and roared around his fragile machine, sending the less lucky down in flames. It seemed like an eternity of dodging and jinking, but suddenly they were upon the Americans. A plane dove, followed by another, and then another.
A pair of bombs slammed into the carrier's deck, one exploding on contact, the other penetrating deep into her hull. Moments later a third bomb punched into the hole, causing further damage. And then it was Tadao's turn. Heart pounding, he plunged on the stricken vessel, releasing his wing bombs and desperately pulling up. A stream of gunfire whipped past him, a pair of bullets ripping holes in his wing but not causing any real damage.
As he pulled away he looked back at the carrier, and could only stare in horror as a bomber rammed into the ship's smokestack and blew apart, spreading burning fuel across the deck. As the Japanese forces withdrew, leaving behind the burning wreck of what they would later learn was the USS Hornet, Tadao found his hands could not stop shaking.
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June 19th, 1944
Philippine Sea
Tadao laughed bitterly as he stared at the flames engulfing the corridor. Torpedoed by a submarine while refueling. Staring into the flames, he could only think of how unfair it was, that he, his plane, and this ship survive so much only to die together by a single damned submarine. The torpedo salvo had filled Shokaku's hangers and corridors with burning fuel, setting off munitions and blasting holes through her decks.
The order had been given to abandon ship, but many of the crew and pilots had been trapped by the flames and damage. Just like him. Stuck between a flaming inferno and a shattered hall of jagged metal, he simply sat down and waited. Leaning back against the wall, he waited for the end.
Umi yukaba
If I go away to the sea
The ship shuddered under the strain being put on it.
Mizuku kabane
I shall be a corpse washed up
Through a porthole he could see a plane fall into the ocean, the ship's list causing it to slide off the deck.
Yama yukaba
If I go away to the mountain
He could feel an explosion a few decks above him.
Kusa musu kabane
I shall be a corpse in the grass
He wondered what would become of Japan, if his death would be in vain.
Okimi no he ni koso shiname
But if I die for the Emperor
He thought of the woman he hadn't seen in so long.
Kaerimi wa seji
It will not be a regret.
A series of colossal explosions ripped through Shokaku's hull, and she sank minutes later, along with over twelve thousand sailors and airmen.
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Present Day
Sea of Japan
The ghost ship sailed on, her crew working tirelessly in death to enact the revenge denied to them in life. But despite being driven by vengeance, the Rising Sun still hung on Shokaku's flagpole. And on her deck a plane still sat, ready to take off. And above that plane's controls rested a faded photograph of a smiling woman.
And should that plane and it's fellows be given a reason to fly again, anything that found itself in their way would regret raising the ire of something more than mere spirits. They would regret becoming the enemy of the last of the Imperial Japanese Navy.
They would regret.
Umi Yukaba
October 26th, 1942
Santa Cruz Islands
On the bridge of Shokaku, there was a tense atmosphere. Less than twenty minutes ago their carriers had been spotted by an American scout plane that had slipped past their Combat Air Patrol. The race was on to find the enemy carrier force and launch a strike force before the Americans could damage their vulnerable flight decks. Fortune smiled upon the Imperial Navy that moment, though, as one of their scouts radioed in the location of the USS Hornet and her task force. The order to prepare a strike force was given.
Over the next half hour, the carriers Shokaku, Zuikaku, Junyo, and Zuiho launched a total of over sixty aircraft into the rising sun. The strike force assembled, and began the flight to their target. Minutes later, Zuiho radioed in that a pair of American bombers had set their flight deck ablaze.
First blood had been drawn.
-
Shoi Tadao Watanabe glanced out his Zero's canopy for the third time in the past minute. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. With a sigh, he turned his gaze to the photo resting above his controls, taking in the sight of a smiling woman. "You'd laugh at me if you could see how paranoid I'm being, wouldn't you Mei-chan?" he muttered. Maybe one more check wouldn't hurt. Another "look out the window" revealed the same morning sky, the same white clouds, the same formation of specks approaching their strike force...
...Tadao shot for his radio. "Enemy strike force spotted!" he shouted, rattling off it's direction and heading. One of Zuiho's squadrons quickly reported they were in a viable position for an attack run, with the sun at their backs. As the two formations neared, the squadron dove on the Americans, trading four of their Zeroes for eight American planes before withdrawing. The Japanese and American strike forces continued on towards their targets.
-
"American carrier spotted! Prepare for attack run!"
Tadao felt his heart rate increase as the Japanese formation oriented itself for the attack. The sky was blessedly clear of enemy fighters, allowing the pilots of the Imperial Navy to approach unmolested. Closer and closer they drew towards the carrier and her escorts.
Then the sky exploded.
It took Tadao a moment to understand the sight before him, as the American ships filled the air with seemingly impossible amounts of gunfire. An airburst shell swatted a dive bomber from the sky, and everyone began evading for their lives. Adrenaline shot through his veins as bullets and cannon fire whizzed and roared around his fragile machine, sending the less lucky down in flames. It seemed like an eternity of dodging and jinking, but suddenly they were upon the Americans. A plane dove, followed by another, and then another.
A pair of bombs slammed into the carrier's deck, one exploding on contact, the other penetrating deep into her hull. Moments later a third bomb punched into the hole, causing further damage. And then it was Tadao's turn. Heart pounding, he plunged on the stricken vessel, releasing his wing bombs and desperately pulling up. A stream of gunfire whipped past him, a pair of bullets ripping holes in his wing but not causing any real damage.
As he pulled away he looked back at the carrier, and could only stare in horror as a bomber rammed into the ship's smokestack and blew apart, spreading burning fuel across the deck. As the Japanese forces withdrew, leaving behind the burning wreck of what they would later learn was the USS Hornet, Tadao found his hands could not stop shaking.
-
June 19th, 1944
Philippine Sea
Tadao laughed bitterly as he stared at the flames engulfing the corridor. Torpedoed by a submarine while refueling. Staring into the flames, he could only think of how unfair it was, that he, his plane, and this ship survive so much only to die together by a single damned submarine. The torpedo salvo had filled Shokaku's hangers and corridors with burning fuel, setting off munitions and blasting holes through her decks.
The order had been given to abandon ship, but many of the crew and pilots had been trapped by the flames and damage. Just like him. Stuck between a flaming inferno and a shattered hall of jagged metal, he simply sat down and waited. Leaning back against the wall, he waited for the end.
Umi yukaba
If I go away to the sea
The ship shuddered under the strain being put on it.
Mizuku kabane
I shall be a corpse washed up
Through a porthole he could see a plane fall into the ocean, the ship's list causing it to slide off the deck.
Yama yukaba
If I go away to the mountain
He could feel an explosion a few decks above him.
Kusa musu kabane
I shall be a corpse in the grass
He wondered what would become of Japan, if his death would be in vain.
Okimi no he ni koso shiname
But if I die for the Emperor
He thought of the woman he hadn't seen in so long.
Kaerimi wa seji
It will not be a regret.
A series of colossal explosions ripped through Shokaku's hull, and she sank minutes later, along with over twelve thousand sailors and airmen.
-
Present Day
Sea of Japan
The ghost ship sailed on, her crew working tirelessly in death to enact the revenge denied to them in life. But despite being driven by vengeance, the Rising Sun still hung on Shokaku's flagpole. And on her deck a plane still sat, ready to take off. And above that plane's controls rested a faded photograph of a smiling woman.
And should that plane and it's fellows be given a reason to fly again, anything that found itself in their way would regret raising the ire of something more than mere spirits. They would regret becoming the enemy of the last of the Imperial Japanese Navy.
They would regret.