Baroque
Medi Aide, Whom Needed That
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- Cosmic Ark, WIZ Faction
Taps will be played on the tiniest little bugle.I'm considering having the fairies hold a little funeral service in Tulsa's mission bay.
Taps will be played on the tiniest little bugle.I'm considering having the fairies hold a little funeral service in Tulsa's mission bay.
Hitman: Oops.[x] Stay with Mahan. Your own repairs can wait until she's well. Also Iowa told you too.
Thank god Mahan is alive.
*pick up phone*
"Cancel Operation Throwing TheBleachDoctor Into Tokyo Bay. I say again, abort the operation."
THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!Okay, so I'm taking a short break from writing essays in the wee hours of the morning to bring you a mini-omake.
M&M
"..." the Admiral stood at the docks, staring out into the bay as the intermittent cracks of old cannons engaged in a shouting match with roaring broadsides.
"Sir," the Admiral's aide asked, "How... How long have they been at it?"
"Five hours," the Admiral answered tiredly, "They should be running out of ammunition soon."
"...Why did it have to be them?" the aide also asked.
"I don't know," the Admiral rested his head in his hands, "Why."
"SINK ALREADY YOU SOUTHERN HARLOT!!!" the USS Monitor shouted angrily, her back-mounted turret firing its two cannons while a full broadside of cannonballs bounced off her side.
"NEVER, YOU NORTHERN WHORE!!" the CSS Virginia (formerly USS Merrimack) yelled defiantly, Monitor's shots doing nothing more than denting the two massive iron-clad wooden shields she held, one for each arm.
"THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN!" Virginia declared, cannons firing out of the gunports in her shield, most missing the Monitor or glancing off her turret.
"Useless," the Admiral moaned into his hands, "Just... useless..."
Farewell Bleach, there's a good chance you'll be missed. Never you worry, the kitties will be kept safe. Mostly from your never dying feline obsessed spiritHitman: Oops.
Background noise: Fading screaming followed by faint splash.
Hitman: Oops.
Background noise: Fading screaming followed by faint splash.
I nominate myself.Welp.
*picks up another phone*
Assemble the Purr Council. We need to elect a new High Lord of Kitty.
Once they run out of ammunition, they move into a boxing match.Okay, so I'm taking a short break from writing essays in the wee hours of the morning to bring you a mini-omake.
M&M
"..." the Admiral stood at the docks, staring out into the bay as the intermittent cracks of old cannons engaged in a shouting match with roaring broadsides.
"Sir," the Admiral's aide asked, "How... How long have they been at it?"
"Five hours," the Admiral answered tiredly, "They should be running out of ammunition soon."
"...Why did it have to be them?" the aide also asked.
"I don't know," the Admiral rested his head in his hands, "Why."
"SINK ALREADY YOU SOUTHERN HARLOT!!!" the USS Monitor shouted angrily, her back-mounted turret firing its two cannons while a full broadside of cannonballs bounced off her side.
"NEVER, YOU NORTHERN WHORE!!" the CSS Virginia (formerly USS Merrimack) yelled defiantly, Monitor's shots doing nothing more than denting the two massive iron-clad wooden shields she held, one for each arm.
"THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN!" Virginia declared, cannons firing out of the gunports in her shield, most missing the Monitor or glancing off her turret.
"Useless," the Admiral moaned into his hands, "Just... useless..."
Aww look! They really do love each other!Once they run out of ammunition, they move into a boxing match.
As they get more and more tired, it turns into a slapping fight, which eventually just becomes them kind of limply pawing at each other until they collapse of exhaustion.
The next day is spent with them glaring at each other over breakfast (with Monitor continuing to refer to Virginia as Merrimack, much to Virginia's growing irritation) until they have a chance to re-arm.
when quartered within earshot of one another, they play civil-war marching songs at each other. Constantly. When quartered on opposite sides of the base, they commence pranking one another.
You saw nothing.when quartered within earshot of one another, they play civil-war marching songs at each other. Constantly. When quartered on opposite sides of the base, they commence pranking one another.
That said, they bond over befuddlement at modern weapons technology
You are technically right. Going with the anime, the Abyssals are ship-girls that has sunk and is resurrected back, at least a part of the Abyssal force that is, and that they seems to be a tool or part of a force that seeks to repeat fate with the ship-girls. Thus, they are basically a stand-in for whatever enemy the ship-girls are fighting in a certain battle.I'll admit, I don't really know a whole lot about Kantai Collection. Hell, I always kind of assumed the Abyssals were supposed to be the USN or something . . . But this looks interesting.
They make a living doing Civil War reenactments, since the Admiral won't put them back on the Naval roster (even though they live on the base).when quartered within earshot of one another, they play civil-war marching songs at each other. Constantly. When quartered on opposite sides of the base, they commence pranking one another.
That said, they bond over befuddlement at modern weapons technology
There was also betting involved.They make a living doing Civil War reenactments, since the Admiral won't put them back on the Naval roster (even though they live on the base).
Audiences of said reenactments say that they're pretty sure the Battle of Hampton Roads didn't involve quite so much audible cussing, and they're also very sure that both ships didn't engage in a catfight once their ammo ran dry.
Thanks, I needed that sense of bafflement for writing my update.
It's a gameplay mechanic more than anything else. Level up to get better fighters.[x] Stay with Mahan. Your own repairs can wait until she's well. Also Iowa told you to.
Also, something that I noticed that it finally registered was bugging me: F2A Buffalos? Admittedly I know very little about Kancolle and less about the actual game itself, so I dunno if they're just 'what's there in the rules', but...really I'd rather go into combat with a squadron of Blackburn Skuas. And the historical Independence never operated Brewsters; her shakedown-cruise airgroup consisted of F4F Wildcats, SBD Dauntlesses and TBF Avengers, while her combat airgroup consisted of Avengers and F6F Hellcats (dive bombers being determined to be too large to efficiently operate from light carriers before she made it further into the theatre than Pearl).
Independence's airgroup history (note a FM is the same thing as a F4F, and a TBM the same thing as a TBF, just from a licensed manufacturer (GM) instead of the designer (Grumman)).
It will happen. Just you wait.
Willy's too pure for that.
Johnston isn't here! It's just little old Porter!