NAWAP Wandering Princess (Mother/creator of Retribution. Led a suicide run attack on Scapa Flow, and, along with her children/creations, was resurrected partially by Scapa Flow's own awakening, and Retribution's own failed suicide attempt) - NAWAS Retribution (Originally an elite Re-class, now ascended to being a Princess in her own right. First Re-class to ascend to Princess class. Youngest/final daughter of Wandering Princess) - NAWAS Unnamed/UNKNOWN (Multiple Abyssal ships of Wandering Princess' fleet, resurrected during Scapa Flow's ascension/Retribution's attempted suicide)
Just as good:
Hagrid goes shopping for his daughter. Pride of the south Pacific, heiress to Port Darwin - a quarter-giant, quarter-human, Abyssal Princess. And nobody (sane) is going to give her grief. She can openly show what she is, while spending time with her beloved father. He gets to help her pick out her own first broom, everything. Meanwhile Wanko is right there, until the moment they go into Ollivander's. While she still steps in, she stays back and to the side ever so slightly. Because that is the moment - a young boy, watching his wand be snapped before his eyes for something he did not do, gets to be front row as a father, for the moment his daughter is given her first wand. To go from mockery and derision, to being in the presence of royalty. Yet nothing beats the look on her face as she turns to him after making her first cast.
Just as good:
Hagrid goes shopping for his daughter. Pride of the south Pacific, heiress to Port Darwin - a quarter-giant, quarter-human, Abyssal Princess. And nobody (sane) is going to give her grief. She can openly show what she is, while spending time with her beloved father. He gets to help her pick out her own first broom, everything. Meanwhile Wanko is right there, until the moment they go into Ollivander's. While she still steps in, she stays back and to the side ever so slightly. Because that is the moment - a young boy, watching his wand be snapped before his eyes for something he did not do, gets to be front row as a father, for the moment his daughter is given her first wand. To go from mockery and derision, to being in the presence of royalty. Yet nothing beats the look on her face as she turns to him after making her first cast.
In an ironic twist of fate, after the partner actually meets the parents, they suddenly realize: no, their daughter really is the scariest of them all, these two are pushovers by comparison.
In an ironic twist of fate, after the partner actually meets the parents, they suddenly realize: no, their daughter really is the scariest of them all, these two are pushovers by comparison.
Just as good:
Hagrid goes shopping for his daughter. Pride of the south Pacific, heiress to Port Darwin - a quarter-giant, quarter-human, Abyssal Princess. And nobody (sane) is going to give her grief. She can openly show what she is, while spending time with her beloved father. He gets to help her pick out her own first broom, everything. Meanwhile Wanko is right there, until the moment they go into Ollivander's. While she still steps in, she stays back and to the side ever so slightly. Because that is the moment - a young boy, watching his wand be snapped before his eyes for something he did not do, gets to be front row as a father, for the moment his daughter is given her first wand. To go from mockery and derision, to being in the presence of royalty. Yet nothing beats the look on her face as she turns to him after making her first cast.
I needed something to cheer myself up, so... have an omake:
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Biting into a bell pepper, Harder paused before smirking at the camera. After a few chews, she swallowed, "Welcome, to the Yokosuka Finals Junior Iron Chef! We have two contestants here, live streamed by Naka."
Said Light Cruiser grinned and went into a pose, "Hai, Hai, Naka-Chan, Idol of the Fleet, Desu!" Naka then gestured at a nearby table, "And let us welcome our diners, the ever hungry Ducks, Akizuki-Chan, Teruzuki-Chan, and Hatsuzuki-Chan! And joining them are CarDiv1, Akagi-San, Kaga-San, with special guests Enterprise-San and Yamato-San!"
It was then that Harder made a grand gesture, "And now to introduce the two finalists!"
Nodding, Naka grinned before pointing at one side of the large kitchen, "First up, we got the ever adorable Harry Potter-Nagato! A top rated junior chef who often cooks in the Mess hall."
The ten year old gave a hmph as he adjusted his glasses, "Finally, it comes down to you and I..." Green eyes met red across the kitchen, 'Let's see what you have... you so called Faker.'
Not knowing of Harry's thoughts, Naka gestured at the other contestant, "And here we got his rival in the kitchens and fellow classmate... Emilya von Einzbern!" Internally, the shipgirl frowned, 'Kind of a coincidence considering the name...'
Eyes narrowed at Harry, Emilya frowned, 'Even a Fake can overcome a real thing...' Hands under the table, the pinkette softly whispered to herself, "Trace On."
In a flash of light, white bladed and black bladed kitchen knives were formed.
At that moment, the three Akizukis shivered at the aura from the two contestants. Gulping, Teruzuki looked at her sisters, "Is it bad that I am both terrified and excited?" When her sisters shook their heads, she weakly smiled, "Oh, good..."
Meanwhile, Akagi had a serious expression on her face, "I shall see you on the other side, Kaga-San."
All her fellow member of CarDiv1 did was nod before glancing at a smirking Enterprise, "I shall see you fall, Enterprise-San, upon this field of combat."
The American Carrier only smirked back before turning the competition before her...
Every judge is far too heavily biased in either friendship, or emotionally considering a contestant their nephew. While a fake may be able to overcome the real thing, as this is a contest judged by shipgirls, mind control will not work on them, having the deck stacked far too heavily in Harry's favor. This has been a heavy over-analysis of a comedic non-canon snip, even if the only winners are the judges, Duckies especially.
Erm - why was harry channeling the Archer version of Gilgamesh - then again, the saber version would be more bias, given that he's married to a female harry...
A Comedy of Ill-Manners, Shocking French 'Customs', and a Fire in the Rubbish Skip
Passel House
Friday, May 12th, 1899
The thestral-drawn carriage clattered up the cobblestones of the driveway toward the front door. Inside, Colombe du Chasteler fanned herself with her ivory-handled fan printed with a picturesque Chinese pagoda.
As the carriage halted at the entrance, she took a deep breath and adjusted her dove-gray ankle-length dress and black hat. While supposedly these were her mourning clothes, she could not find it within herself to truly grieve at her grandnephew's death at her blade and hands.
If, in fact, he was truly dead, she reflected sourly, remembering a conversation with his photograph that he had possessed. In the most literal sense of the word.
Which was why she was here in England, both to distance herself from the investigation of the 'home invasion by some criminal element' that had killed a Councillor of King Leopold II of the Belgians - may her greedy sovereign burn in hellfire for what he countenanced in the Congo! - and to track down this 'Kasuyu' that had taught him many of his magics before returning to Africa.
Surely somewhere there was a way to rid herself of her nephew's baleful spirit.
Which was why she would cut this cancer out from the du Chasteler family before falling on her sword to expiate her sins.
Death was easy, living was hard. Living was pain. The only thing worth the living was revenge on the people who had destroyed her family.
With that she stepped from the hired carriage and handed a Galleon tip to the coachman, who touched his cap. "Please await word to bring my trunks down." With that she took a crocodile-skin valise from the luggage rack that she had carefully enchanted to carry her true self and approached the door.
It was not like she would need the blood money of her family's sins where she was going.
She knocked at the door and as it opened, curtsied to the House-elf like an automaton, and handed over her engraved calling card with a dove and 'Mademoiselle Colombe du Chasteler' surrounded by a very thin black border. "I am here to call upon Colonel Gamp," she spoke in a monotone as she placed the card upon the silver tray the House Elf held after folding over the top left corner of the card.
The small creature nodded and blinked out of sight. As Colombe sat in the chair in the foyer, the ghostly image of a young blonde lady with glasses in a modestly cut maid's uniform flickered for an instant in the corner of her eye. She turned her head slightly as she began to fan herself to see that the foyer was empty.
Strange....
With that she occupied herself by viewing the magical painting of a Quiddich match on the opposite wall and reflecting that the Colonel or another member of his family had truly execrable taste in art.
It was easier to concentrate on the atrocious selection of colors for the sky and clouds than remember recent... events....
Remember the look in the eyes of PaPA's pAinTIng when she staggered from hiPpOLytE's study after she... dId whAT Had tO be dONe.
Remember the ConGo.
Remember what shE had doNe.
WhatSHe had aLlowEd tO be dONe....
"Missus du Chasteler? MISSUS Du Chasteler!"
The tug on her sleeve caused her to jerk out of her reverie and focus on the House-elf. "Yes?" Her voice sounded dead in her ears.
Whatever the House-elf saw in her eyes caused the small creature to flinch. "Master will see you now. Follow, pleases?" It whimpered pitiably.
She nodded and stood, plastering a mask-like pleasant smile over the endless scream she was somehow holding inside her.
The parlor she was escorted to smelled of tobacco and sherry, with dark red wallpaper and wood paneling. A florid-faced and white-bearded wizard who was quite fat and tall with his left sleeve pinned up stood up, his brown eyes widening around a red nose caused by heavy drinking. "By Jove, it is you!"
She nodded and curtsied on autopilot, letting him kiss her hand in the social proprieties of the day for a gentleman to a lady. "Colonel. It has been a long time."
"Indeed it has." The ghost of a smug smile flickered around her lips for an instant at his friendly reply as he rubbed his chest absently. "Beastly heat, makes my bones ache."
He had not changed in almost four decades. Pity the heroic and spirited 'young lady' he knew had died in the CoNGo and then in her nePheW's study.
He continued in that warm tone before clipping a cigar. "Shanghai 1862 against the Taipings. Damned stump of the arm I lost there still itches when it's wet. You haven't changed since that day, found the Philosopher's Stone then?"
She shrugged slightly, "Something like that. Take it from me, immortality is a curse. The nice thing about dying is that the suffering you endure ends. Too bad I am stupid enough to keep living rather than die when I should have."
Colonel Gamp looked into her eyes as he slowly lowered his cigar to join the others in his ashtray. "Bloody Hell, you are not joking. What happened?" He opened a liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff drink then after he downed it, refilled his tumbler and poured her a tumbler of straight Scotch.
Colombe shook her head. "You are better off not knowing about my spot of family trouble, I fear. I mainly stopped by to wish you well and farewell before I... do what needs to be done." Her lips curled in a rictus-like smile.
He visibly connected her words with the half-mourning clothing that she wore signifying a death in the family and nodded. "Ah. Well if I may be of service, after all you did save my life at Shanghai. Beastly Taipings."
She jerked a nod as that spectral chambermaid appeared in the next room with a feather duster. "I do not wish to impose, Colonel, while I make arrangements to travel to Africa."
"Ah! Africa. My granddaughter's betrothed has a close friend from school that is knowledgeable about the Dark Continent. They shall be coming here tomorrow along with other members of his family for a dinner party, if you do not mind me imposing on you to be our guest for the weekend." His elderly face lit up before he coughed and wiped his bleeding lips with a handkerchief. "Bloody consumption."
She murmured in that near-dead voice. "You do me too much honour, Colonel. I shall, of course, accept your gracious invitation and introduction to meet this gentleman."
With that she curtsied and kissed his hand. The maid in the other room paused her dusting to stare in shock at the young lady being so forward.
The Colonel laughed and wheezed. "At least you are in a dress for your visit instead of those breeches you wore traipsing around China unchaperoned save by my troops, Madamoiselle du Chasteler. Simply scandalous!"
As Colombe gave the ghost of a polite chuckle to join his laughter, a spectral feather duster dropped from the shocked hands of an un-manifested house spirit blushing bright scarlet.
A.N.-Colombe is in a baaad headspace here. This is a few months after she crawled out of the Congo and then impaled her nephew for his treachery. The good news is that she has nowhere to go but up from rock bottom now.
A.N.-Colombe is in a baaad headspace here. This is a few months after she crawled out of the Congo and then impaled her nephew for his treachery. The good news is that she has nowhere to go but up from rock bottom now.
Somebody doesn't know their own characters very well.
When Muramasa' hit rock bottom, they do not simply give up and take the easy way out by going Up; They Start Drilling.
In other words, I strongly suspect that even at her Lowest, Colombe is still going to get worse before she gets better.
After all, there are Refuse containers still Un-immolated.
Well, considering that since 1895, she got sent to the worst colonial hellhole in history that killed somewere along the order of ten million people (with some esimates goign as high as half (!!) of the native population through starvation, slavery, torture, disease ,and murder), found out that her family/nephew was responsible for it, walked out of equatorial Africa somehow solo more dead than alive, killed the nephew, which strikes at the psychological foundation of her worldview as family being sacred....
Colombe by now has been 'drilling' harder and more massively than Exxon in an oil field the size of the Middle East.
A Comedy of Ill-Manners, Shocking French 'Customs', and a Fire in the Rubbish Skip
Passel House
Saturday, May 13th, 1899
"Your nephew is a prat, you know." The gentleman in the hansom cab emblazoned with the arms of the Potter family (D'or,à trois pie oiseau de sable et argent,2 et 1) observed quietly to the lady sitting next to him as they rode through the late-morning fog.
Lyra Potter laughed musically, "Oh absolutely, Ian. He's a Black after all, and we only come in two varieties. Libertines and prats."
Ian Potter grinned happily at his wife, "Lucky for me I acquired a libertine. At least you can make this social round to meet our future niece-in-law bearable."
Lyra grinned back saucily, "We will do our best to spice it up. Still I wish that we were back in Japan rather than performing our social requirements. I love England dearly, but it is so stifling. Can't do this, can't dare show that you have knowledge of that. Even if behind closed doors the lady of the estate we are calling upon is being screwed silly by the stableboy while the master tumbles the chambermaids. Hypocrites."
Ian stared at his smirking wife, "Surely not the Gamps!? I knew old Theophilus during my first trip to the Far East before I met you and he was hardly the type."
"Oh not him, dear. He's a stick-in-the-mud fuddy-duddy and he married Iris Dodderidge after his first wife passed away. A more staid, cowlike example of the fairer sex would be impossible to find even before her death and her daughter is more of the same from what I have heard." Lyra laughed, "No if you want a good scandal to set 'proper' society's tongues wagging, you need someone with a little fire and passion, such as a Longbottom, a Black, or best of all a Malfoy. Unfortunately those blonde vipers are entirely too good at using their money, power, and connections to arrange for the cover-up to avoid damaging 'their precious family'. You only get whispered rumors of why one of their daughters is in the South of France at a private spa on grounds of 'frail health' which suddenly clears up nine months later or a second son decided to find his fortune in Australia or Africa out of the blue after a Veela maid 'ran off suddenly'." Lyra's eyes flashed and her face darkened.
Ian squeezed her gloved hand, "Bad experiences?" he said sympathetically.
Lyra deflated slightly, 'Not me personally, thankfully, but I knew some other girls at Hogwarts two decades ago who were... well... seduced, ruined, and abandoned is the short version of what happened. And of course because they were only from 'one of the colonies' in the one case and from a 'Muggle family' in the second, plus the Headmaster being the worst kind of arrogant pureblood prat."
She sighed bitterly and continued, "It is just not right. I like bed-hopping as we both know, but I'm not malicious about it and try to treat the other ladies in our life with respect. Words and betrayal can cut sharper and deeper than the katana your family has stored away in the Armory."
Ian hugged Lyra around the shoulders. "And that is reason number eleven thousand, eight hundred and seventeen why I fell for you, dearest."
Lyra sighed and leaned into Ian. She placed her hand over his and squeezed as she gently whispered. "Flatterer, you are just trying to get into my knickers tonight."
He laughed and hugged her closer as Passel House appeared ahead of them, "Well, yes, that too."
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As Lyra and Ian Potter presented their calling cards at the front door to Passel House, Colombe threw cold water from the basin in her room into her face, before staring at the bloodshot eyes and tear-streaked face in her mirror.
Alone in the guest room that Colonel Gamp had put her up in, she bowed her head and bit her lip before breathing out then in deeply.
Her sleep had been restless at best, nightmares of her past plaguing her.
Ghosts in a silent parade continually watching her, mercilessly judging her.
Even now, awake and alone, she could feel invisible eyes on her....
With that she shrugged and locked the door. She gave her mourning dress a dirty look before dressing in it. Finally attired properly for the 'grieving young lady that society said that she would have to be', she examined herself in the mirror. With a smug smirk, she then snapped her fingers, transfiguring it to the much more comfortable riding boots, breeches, and ruffled linen shirt from the first half of the 1700s that was her preferred habit.
She suddenly whirled at the feeling of outraged disapproval, her sword flying from the nightstand to her hand at a gesture.
For a brief instant, she saw that blonde maid's ghost in the room with her with a bedwarmer full of hot coals to dry out and heat up a bed. Then... nothing as the maid gave her a surprised look and vanished before her eyes.
She bitterly laughed and whispered. "I can't go mad yet. I have things to do first."
Another shake of her head and a glance at the sun outside through the lifting fog persuaded her that she should find something to do.
With that she shrugged and sheathed herself before wrapping a shawl of Kashmiri wool around the sword to 'ward off the cold' later. Another snap of the fingers and her dress reappeared, wouldn't do to get thrown out before she talked to that African expert.
She headed down the back stairs and out the back door to the gardens and brand new Orangery that the Colonel had spoken fondly of over dinner.
Perhaps there she could get some exercise in and clear her head.
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Lyra Potter curtsied to Hesper Gamp. "It was a pleasant chat, Miss Gamp, but I see my nephew has arrived. I think that I should take in the gardens now that the beastly fog has lifted."
Getting a courteous nod and murmured words of dismissal, Lyra made her escape. Already the blue-eyed and dark-haired Hesper's gaze was focused on the window where her nephew Sirius was dismounting from his broom alongside his friend Corvus Lestrange.
Silently Lyra pitied the female house-elf servant who was having to be a chaperone for that meeting. Sirius was not the worst of her relatives by far, but he certainly had an eye for the ladies. That said, the one she had heard rumors about was Corvus Lestrange, who according to the whispers did not believe in unwillingness or the lady being married to have his way with her.
Not for the first time, Lyra scowled behind her bone and rice paper fan showing Japanese ladies walking through a snow-covered Japanese garden at the unfairness of it all.
A Corvus Lestrange or Sirius Black spending time intimately with ladies interested in them and they were the subject of grudging approval from the other young men. A Lyra Potter wishing to scratch her many and multifarious itches, and she was an object of scorn and shame to all and sundry thanks to the whispered stories of 'unnatural lusts'. Which were quite natural, thank you so very much.
She then smiled like a cat in the cream as she headed down the garden path to the Orangery.
At least she had been fortunate enough to marry a good man who had made accommodations for her needs and desires in his own unconventional way. Once again she promised herself that she would do something extra-special for her Ian once she had privacy.
It would be a lot easier on her hormones if Ian had not been ambushed by Cousin Phineas in the smoking room and so unable to join her instead of being stuck in a discussion about potion ingredient trade policies.
Poor Ian.
Closing the door behind her, she found a secluded bower among the flowering trees in the vacant garden inside.
"Perfect." With that, she pulled out her wand (Hornbeam with a veela hair core, ten and a half inches, smooth and slippery) to cast concealment and privacy charms.
Satisfied with her arrangements, Lyra sat down to write in her favorite notebook.
After all, it was either this or solitary vice until Ian tracked her down or she had to go in for dinner. This time the coin she had mentally flipped came up with Queen Victoria's head.
Victoria has a hidden secret, and that is her being a Lady Chastity fangirl. Because at least one book was written inside the very property that makes up Victoria.
Arashi Yukina: Yuki-Onna. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives. Head of the Yuki-Onna portion of the Clan and usually in charge of the Clan as a whole.
Arashi Keiko: Hone-Onna. Oldest of the Clan after becoming a Hone-Onna during a disease outbreak in 1835. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives. Head of the Hone-Onna portion of the clan and sometimes shares Clan Head duties with Yukina. Also was the one who brought Ian's ashes to be enshrined.
Arashi Tsubaki: Hone-Onna. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives. The head Priestess for the family Shrine, in particular the portion for Izanami. Was killed due to being the lover of Chiho, but came back as a Hone-Onna not knowing that the same happened to her love.
Arashi Chiho: Hone-Onna. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives. Was killed due to loving Tsubaki because said person was another woman. Came back as a Hone-Onna out of love for Tsubaki, not knowing the same happened to her. Frightened her father to death.
Arashi Mifuyu: Tsurara-Onna. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives. Head of the Tsurara-Onna portion of the Clan. Became a Tsurara-Onna after falling into a frozen stream and dying due to her parents abandoning her in the wilderness.
Arashi Fuyuse: Tsurara-Onna. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives. Acts as the Miko at the family Shrine for Kuraokami.
Arashi Sora: Hone-Onna. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives.
Arashi Koyomi: Yuki-Onna. Former prostitute and one of Ian's wives. Died in 1922 during a Dragon Pox outbreak giving her medicine to others that she believed needed it more. First member of the Clan enshrined in the Family Shrine. Currently part of Ian's court alongside Lyra in the Spirit World.
Arashi Fubuki: Yuki-Onna, one of Ian's daughters by Yukina.
Arashi Yoshi: Male Tsurara Hanyou, Ian's son by Mifuyu. Died in 1933 in the Sanriku Earthquake, body washed out to sea by the tsunami. Likely is one of Ian's household in the Spirit Realm. Had one daughter who lives with the other Arashi.
Arashi Hikari: One of Ian's Yuki-Onna daughters, crossdressed and joined the IJN and was part of Fubuki's original crew. Died in a ferry sinking between Hokkaido and Honshu in 1954. Is one of Fubuki's fairies.
Arashi Koyuki: A yuki-Onna and one of Harry's cousins, Ian's Granddaughter.
Arashi Fuyune: Yuki-Onna and one of Harry's cousins who is around his age, Ian's Granddaughter.
Arashi Kikyo: Hone-Onna. Keiko's and Ian's daughter.
Arashi Fuyuyoshi: Male Yuki-Onna Hanyou and Ian's grandson. Married to a Hone-Onna named Maya.
Arashi Haruka: Hone-Onna. Loves going fast across the farm on snowmobiles in winter and dirtbikes/ATVs in summer.
Christopher: "Chris". Young teen of about sixteen years old, has raised his younger sister since they got shipwrecked on the island during Blood Week. Has helped out a lot around the island doing things like shepherding goat herds. Is involved with both Delphi and Chloe... obviously likes tall girls. Delphi: Cyclops Seeress, is able to see into the future at will. She saw the Cruise Ship that Chris and his sister was on weeks before it arrived and informed the others. Also saw the Abyssals. Stands about eight feet tall currently and had russet hair with a sea green eye. One of Chris' two girlfriends after he had her look into the future and she discovered that the three of them were together there. Seventeen years old. Chloe: Minotaur and proud of it. Obviously has... cow heritage, as shown by the fact she wears Ancient Minoan style clothing. Is one of Chris' two girlfriends and has no issue with it. Likes teasing both Chris and Delphi though. Seventeen years old. Alexis: Chris' younger sister, is somewhat mischievous and teasing about her siblings' relationship. Is also interested in various mechanical devices and the like. Currently twelve years old. Amy: Seven year old human girl adopted by a family of Minotaurs. Her own mother died giving birth to her a few months after the shipwreck and she was adopted. Has a number of big brothers who would gladly tear anyone that makes their little sister cry apart. Iola: Amy's adoptive mother, is a Minotaur. Grandmother: Cyclops Seeress and is extremely old to the point where most everyone only saw her as a grandmother. Is also blind and can tell the future through scents. Has adopted Galatea, a Re-Class.
@Sakuya's Butler, thanks for the crosspost for The Chart. I was looking over it again, and it struck me that there is a vital point that we've been skipping for a while. After all both Arizona and Smolzona deserve the acknowledgement of their shared love of the beloved doughnut, considering the great lengths both go to in ensuring an adequate hoard of the circular treats.
Yeah, when cobbling together character traits to build into Aki, we seemed to have settled on a mix of Phantom Menace Era Anakin Skywalker, and Young Izuku Midoriya. So he is a prescious sweetheart of a little boy, with a love of tinkering - sadly we've not had an opportunity to revel in that aspect outside of Hachiko mentioning LEGO sets being his favorite.
But yes: He's a good boy, best doggo-boy. He shall be a source of much D'awws.
Aki: Suzume-nee? What's wrong?
Suzume: *watching Moriko and Hachiko snuggle like doggos at a fire* Oh nothing you need to worry about little Aki-chan. Just a bit of jealousy that Moriko-chan's happiness.
Aki: What do you mean? *doggo headtilt*
Suzume: *sighs* Oh nothing. Moriko is able to find a very good man in your brother. I just wish I could find the time to look myself.
Aki: *very serious little boy thinking* Well, don't worry Suzume-chan! When I grow up, and you haven't found a husband, I can do it!
Surrounding girls watching:
"Kaaawaaaiiiii!!!!"
Suzume: *a little surprised, but smiles, laughs a little, and pats his little head* That is very sweet of you to offer Aki. But you don't need to worry about me. I don't need a husband to be happy, just knowing that my sisters have their happiness is enough for me. I'll be just fine.
In another plane of existence, at that very moment a very smug Amaterasu was seen kissing her biceps while showing off in front of Uzume.
"Check out these guns!"
Harry should just stroll into the commissary during mealtime under his invisibility cloak, get a tray, then remove his cloak, walk up to DesDiv 6's table, and sit down and start eating like it's just another day. *Cue DesDiv 6 excited squealing*
From the stuff I looked over briefly, Azkaban apparently is in the middle of the North Sea, which is...well, a bit of a problem. It means that the Dementors have free access to Scandinavia, the Netherlands, and Germany since they can fly to the United Kingdom in numbers.
I wish you all the best Boss Kaiju as you figure all this out, because while Azkaban has a...deal with the British Ministry of Magic, it does not mean the same deal has been struck with the other Ministries or that they even wanted anything to do with the fortress in the first place, making the MoM's position on the matter even worse.
Just as good:
Hagrid goes shopping for his daughter. Pride of the south Pacific, heiress to Port Darwin - a quarter-giant, quarter-human, Abyssal Princess. And nobody (sane) is going to give her grief. She can openly show what she is, while spending time with her beloved father. He gets to help her pick out her own first broom, everything. Meanwhile Wanko is right there, until the moment they go into Ollivander's. While she still steps in, she stays back and to the side ever so slightly. Because that is the moment - a young boy, watching his wand be snapped before his eyes for something he did not do, gets to be front row as a father, for the moment his daughter is given her first wand. To go from mockery and derision, to being in the presence of royalty. Yet nothing beats the look on her face as she turns to him after making her first cast.
Every judge is far too heavily biased in either friendship, or emotionally considering a contestant their nephew. While a fake may be able to overcome the real thing, as this is a contest judged by shipgirls, mind control will not work on them, having the deck stacked far too heavily in Harry's favor. This has been a heavy over-analysis of a comedic non-canon snip, even if the only winners are the judges, Duckies especially.
Erm - why was harry channeling the Archer version of Gilgamesh - then again, the saber version would be more bias, given that he's married to a female harry...
Victoria has a hidden secret, and that is her being a Lady Chastity fangirl. Because at least one book was written inside the very property that makes up Victoria.
Christopher: "Chris". Young teen of about sixteen years old, has raised his younger sister since they got shipwrecked on the island during Blood Week. Has helped out a lot around the island doing things like shepherding goat herds. Is involved with both Daphne and Chloe... obviously likes tall girls. Delphi: Cyclops Seeress, is able to see into the future at will.
Colombe d'Aubigny-Muramasa du Chasteler (Norimune's oldest daughter with Julie d'Aubigny in 1707 with her father's blue eyes and her mother's gold hair; 1707 pattern French rapier; adopted by Jean du Chasteler (a French Malfoy Squib) into his European noble family; somewhat tsundere toward Norimune for 'abandoning' Julie; obsessed with finding her father and proving Jean was right to adopt her into his noble family (of which she and her daughters are the last surviving members). Inherited Dad's luck, although hers firing negative tends to result in her stumbling into crimes against humanity followed by "screw the rules, I do what is right!" followed by her getting blamed for the SoS break (Her name with the ICW has been recently cleared). Consecrated to Hachiman and a skilled and powerful combatant and combat mage who uses wandless magic after her wand was snapped and she was expelled from Beauxbatons in 1724. Old Friend of the Potters, Tsukiakari, and one of Ian and Lyra's old lovers. Combat veteran from the Napoleonic Wars to the Abyssal War and African explorer who has almost a big a brag sheet for trouble and adventure as Norimune as the 'brawn of the Norikids'. Owns and is based in her ancestral home of Castle Moulbaix in Belgium.)
-'Father' of Wei Ying (1855 Chinese Dao; Avatar is an Eurasian Chinese with dark blond hair and gray eyes; conceived while Colombe was assisting the escape of the huli jing fox spirit Mei Yuying from Southern China; Yuying was helped by Colombe who got her out of China and to Canada, where she married into the Wei family and helped them become prominent int he British Columbia Chinese-Canadian community; Ying went to Ilvermorny (Horned Serpent, 1872), was sorted into the rival House of Delilah de Breuil, and acted as her friendly rival for most of her life; Ying is a senior member of the RCMMP Aurors and finally tracked her 'father' Colombe down in 2013; Ying is on good platonic friendship terms with Fudo and Delilah; Ying's mother is still alive and the happy matriarch of her large extended family)
-Mother of Claire du Chasteler (custom and literal gold-highlighted 1870 Bosendorfer piano; manifested in 1990; the only known brunette du Chasteler family member thanks to her ebony keys; older/big sister of Ehren; musician and stay at home body; the Precious Cinnamon Roll of the du Chastelers; total sweetheart)
--Claire in 2018 gets mutually Pottered with Antoino 'Tony' Stradivarius Potter (a violin spirit from the German branch); has 10 musical instrument kids listed here Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection) | Page 1242
-Mother of Ehren du Chasteler (1937 pattern SS Ehrendolch honor dagger who manifested in 2013; Ehren's avatar looks like her mother; violent anti-Nazi who is deeply conflicted and feeling blood guilt over the Holocaust; the 'protective little sister to Claire'; very cool and collected mask but underneath she is much a chivalrous knight as her mother; witch in training thanks to Delilah who is also learning African magics from Kasuyu and Jorogumo illusion weaving from Miho; beginning in 2014 attends Hogwarts and is Sorted into Hufflepuff)
--Ehren's 'Father' SS officer Helmar Wolff is in Africa with Cortana (the sword) planning revenge on Colombe for a very bad breakup; Wolff is a Nazi vampire and mage who has been hiding and gathering his strength for decades. Now deceased thanks to Ehren and Colombe after failed parental kidnapping of Ehren.
-Employer of Kasuyu (African Axe tsukumogami from the Congo; 700+ years old (as of yet undetermined, but he is OLD); Colombe's butler and right-hand axe; bound with an Unbreakable Oath to serve her as his Chieftan; primary person watching the Castle when not if Colombe gets into trouble)
-Employer of the Fujii family of refugee Jorogumo (members are older sister/adult Miho, younger sister Misaki, and Tanuki friend Chihiro)
Jacklyn Fox-Muramasa (Norimune's middle daughter with her second mate Sally Gray who was executed for piracy after giving birth to Jacklyn in 1722; 1722 pattern boarding cutlass; avatar has fox ears and tail with honey-hazel eyes and brown hair; inherited Norimune's wanderlust; pirate, smuggler, sailor, and all around scoundrel and rogue; the 'face of the Norikids' who is much smarter and cannier than she appears to be; Civil War, WWI and WWII vet as a privateer,;'Aunt' of Delilah and unofficial member of the Winters Network; lives in San Fransisco on her yacht, plus has numerous boltholes)
Delilah Naomi de Breuil-Muramasa (Norimune's youngest with red-brown hair and green eyes born in 1856 to Norimune and Jezabel de Breuil; 1847 Colt Walker Revolver; trained witch and alumnae of Ilvermorny (Thunderbird House, 1872), MACUSA Auror Colonel, MIB Special Agent Ocelot, Senior agent in the Winters Network, unlike her sisters and most of her aunts her Muramasa blood rage is a very cold sociopathic controlled fury; the 'brains of the Norikids'; trained spy with a long list of classified operations dating back to the 1870s; adopted by the Oglala Lakota and serves as a watcher and medicine woman over certain Things That Should Not Be Disturbed in her game ranch in the Black Hills of South Dakota; Ehren's favorite aunt and mentor; Ying's long-term rival and acerbic friend)
-Daughter of Jezabel de Breuil (Norimune's ex from a First Family of MACUSA; 2nd director of MIB and a living legend in MACUSA politics; mastermind of the Winters Network; powerful, albeit very elderly witch and the 'den mother' of the Norikids; wants to make amends to Norimune after Norimune badly misread Jezabel as betraying her)
-Girlfriend/Partner of Zamarad abn Alnaar (Ifrit, basically a walking talking Arabian flame spirit from the Sahara Desert; saved by Delilah in 1942 from Grindlewald's minions; Delilah's secret wife)
-- Delilah and Zamarad arenow both pregenant with identical twins each. Come April 1st 2015 they will bear Emily Periezade and Louse Jezebel (Del's two, .50 cal Desert Eagle pistol tsukumogami witches) & Virginia Aisha and Salome Alia (Zammy's two, Ifrit witches)
Bread Knives (in order of age, all are National Treasures of Japan)
Kotegiri Masamune (1300s katana; the Armor-cutter whose legend dates back to a battle in Kyoto in 1355; Momblade of the Muramasa family; senior member of the Imperial Household Agency and Emperor Meiji's favorite sword. Second most powerful and second most skilled of the Big Three Masamunes (Honjo, Musashi, Kotegiri). Very much a Yamato Nadeshiko)
Musashi Masamune (1300-1400s daisho set; disciple of Miyamoto Musashi; Wandering the Earth following the Way of the Sword; Boisterous Bruiser Challenge Seeker who loves a good fight or a bar crawl; least powerful but most skilled of the Big Three; avatar looks like FGO Musashi; preferred method of greeting is whittling a bokken and using it to beat the ass of whichever sister or other worthy sparring partner friend has crossed her path to test their skills)
Fudo Masamune (1400s tanto; consecrated to Fudo My'oo/Acala; the hothead kid of the family who is overprotective of Toku; member of the Owari branch of the Tokugawa Clan; mistaken for a yakuza oyabun frequently and feared by the Yakuza; blade has an etching of Fudo My'oo and she has a full back full color tattoo matching that; Does Not Like Colombe for corrupting her innocent sister Toku; rather a Jerk with a heart of Gold; was partially culpable for actions of the Kamo government in WWII as a PR flack for them, something that she privately deeply regrets; Her True Love Gorota Tokugawa died on Saipan in WWII leading his men and is still privately mourned by Fudo every April 5th)
Tokunotakai Masamune (1511 katana; youngest of the manifested Masamune family forged by a later member of the school who was inspired by the kami Masamune; consecrated to Hachiman and a powerful miko of Hachiman; in a romantic relationship with Colombe now in a case of opposites attracting; the Innocent Nerdy Cinnamon Roll of the family in the eyes of her sisters; her special power is to channel one or more of the Seven Virtues of Bushido to supercharge her spells; currently has left her shrine in Kamakura (the Hachimangu) and is on a Warrior's Pilgrimage with Colombe. Very close to Fudo despite their frequently argued differences of temperament and philosophy. Teaches kendo and kyudo at the shrine, and is a blooded rookie at actual comabt, but a very powerful spiritualist who has her fair share of exorcisms under her belt.)
Nameless (Masamune) (Masamune blade that was enspelled by a ex 942 wizard who has learned how to duplicate Kyoshu's memory-stealing magics; lost use of her legs, her voice and her very identity (her sisters know she is one of them but do not know which one); best friend of Kyoshu who she is inseparable with; currently being watched over by the Muramasa sisters alongside Goldfish-chan)
The Puppy Love Cast
Moriko Ibuki (Okami wolf Yokai; unregistered escapee from the reserves; ex-Yokai Mixed Martial Arts fighter; unawakened spirit of the IJN cruiser Ibuki; somewhat battered face and quite buxom; currently dating Hachiko Miyata as a Fated True Romance pet project of Uzume (unknown to both); older twin sister of Suzume Ibuki)
Suzume Ibuki (Okami wolf Yokai; unregistered escapee from the reserves; kyudo competition champion who was discovered by Soryuu; unawakened spirit of the IJN conversion of the Ibuki to a CVL; younger twin sister of Moriko Ibuki)
Sachiko Ibuki (Okami wolf Yokai; unregistered escapee from the reserves; unawakened spirit of the second planned Ibuki-class hull (scrapped soon after keel laid down); is being built up to manifest with iron supplements which is also slowly curing her Ill Girl status; has just graduated from a wheelchair to a walker for short distances; it is unclear what type of shipgirl she will manifest as (Cruiser, Carrier, or fast oiler) since she was scrapped so early; in mutual love with Kogamaru)
Hachiko Miyata (Inugami hanyo; orphan thanks to Abyssals; dogged nice guy who is acting as a single parent to his younger brother Aki; dating Moriko Ibuki as a Fated True Romance pet project of Uzume (unknown to both); working multiple jobs to provide for his family)
Aki Miyata (Inugami younger brother of Hachiko; adorable 9 year old rascal who is going to the same school as Hoppou in a different class; mechanically inclined and a kyudo novice)
Naomi Miyata (Hachiko and Aki's aunt; primary point of contact with their family; trained witch, and Legislative Aide to Councilor Ito of the Tokyo Magical Diet; helping her father manage Tokyo's replacement with Kyoto)
Shigeru Miyata (Hachiko and Aki's grandfather; head of the Miyata family; Deputy Undersecretary for Legislative Affairs in the Tokyo Magical Civil Service and a Japanese!Sir Humphrey expy from Yes Minister who is very much a power in the Japanese magical government; working on insuring a smooth transition of governments between Tokyo and Kyoto along with preparing for the SoS to collapse; has had to cut public ties with Hachiko and Aki which is something that he privately regrets)
and this are the ships of Wandering Princess' fleet
