- Location
- Russia
He could, probably, pull off a blade-themed Ionian Hetairoi though.
Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
FlyingScanian
Tea Addict
- Location
- Land of Eternal Night
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That... seems more like "
beorn91
Ours mal léché
- Location
- France
Nori, Kago, Umi and Suisei are hard wolking folk. And Umi and Suisei are humble too.
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Tsuki, your name is Morgan
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Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
The joke is that the spear looks like Elizabeth Bathory from FATE.
Quite possibly, yes.
This is all still hilarious to me.
That would be funny...
It is a hammer Yokai though...
Well, yes, but still.
All things considered, those would be practically the same thing?
Snippet 57: SisterJeanne
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
A Dove and Her Poignard (Part X)
April 19th, 2013
De Breuil Estate
Upstate New York, USA
After several long minutes of being held by Zamarad, Ehren released her aunt and gave a slight smile.
"Thank you." Ehren whispered as the pain behind the resolution and determination in her eyes receded somewhat.
Zamarad hummed with the crackle of burning kindling. "You are welcome."
The Ifrit then looked at the black SS dress uniform the young dagger spirit was now wearing and shook her head. "I do wonder why you changed into that, though."
Ehren scowled, "If I don't control myself, whatever I am wearing shifts into this Dreck. And I do not have anything else to wear on hand. I rather doubt that Aunt Delilah wishes to teach me combat while I wear my underclothing."
Zamarad smiled. "Allow me to raid Delilah's closet. I can find something for you to wear."
Ehren nodded and stood at parade rest as the Ifrit walked over to the fireplace and turned into flames that disappeared into the fire already present.
Once she was sure that she was alone, Ehren wiped her eyes as her composure cracked. Zamarad had been enslaved by Father and Father's commander back in 1942.
And Ehren had done nothing to free her.
Ehren could have done nothing to help her.
She was not then... what she was now.
She was only a bystander able to just sense what was happening around her but not able to act on her own yet.
She did not know the truth then. She had not seen beyond the lies and deceptions.
The SS had discouraged thinking too deeply about what they were being ordered to do.
Maybe, just maybe, Zamarad was right when she said that Ehren was as much of a slave as she was then.
Perhaps.
It was not much, but it was something.
The fireplace flames turned emerald-green and Ehren stiffened her posture, the cool mask slamming back into place. Soon afterward they flared and a figure in black tactical gear marked with FBI in gold lettering stepped out of the flames. The figure pulled off her black balaclava mask and shook out her red-brown hair.
"Hello Ehren, sorry that I am running late for your training." Delilah said as she stretched and cracked her neck.
"It is not a problem, Aunt Delilah." Ehren replied. "Befehl ist Befehl. Aunt Zamarad was kind enough to keep me company while I waited here. She said not to touch the door."
Delilah laughed. "Wise policy. You are family and trustworthy, so I will key you into the security spells on the entrance room that Mother put into place back when this was a way-station on the Underground Railroad when I was a child."
Ehren blinked. "Underground Railroad?"
Delilah nodded, "Yes, before the Civil War, we were involved in helping black slaves from the Southern slave states reach Canada and freedom. So part of my estate, such as this room, is hidden from the casual observer and even dedicated searchers so fugitives could be hidden."
Ehren nodded. "Ahh, like the Priest Hole back home that was built during the French Revolution by Mother's family in case the attacks on clergy and the nobility reached Castle Moulbaix."
Delilah smiled, "Exactly. It pays to be prepared. Of course life can throw you a curve ball like tonight."
Ehren frowned. "What happened?"
Delilah sighed. "What didn't happen in Boston? I had to get out there to Fort Warren to insure that the wards holding the "Lady in Black" bound to Fort Warren did not snap totally. Having a murderous specter killing people via large-scale possession resulting in homicidal behavior would be very bad news indeed. Having her provoke a bombing was bad enough, the last thing MACUSA and the Statute of Secrecy needed would be that added to a rerun of the 'Boston Strangler' stories from 1962-64 going citywide. I told my bosses back in the 1880s that using Fort Warren as a repository for confiscated Dark Artifacts coming to the US from Europe would be a mistake but, no they never listened then. Then I told them that the Red Sox breaking the 'Curse of the Bambino' by winning the World Series in 2004 was a sign that things were coming unglued there and we needed to send someone out to the fort to get ahead of the power curve. But they back-burnered it until it was almost too late because of manpower shortages and overwork for us Aurors."
Ehren blinked, "Fort Warren?"
Zamarad's voice sounded behind Delilah, "I confess curiosity as well, Shaelat ruwhi."
Delilah sighed, "In brief, MACUSA created a monster composed of the murderous feelings that some of the prisoners held at Fort Warren had toward the Union after the Civil War, and then supercharged it with a bunch of dangerous artifacts buried there that people tried to bring from Europe over the last century and a half. Eventually it manifested as a phantom that has the nasty ability to 'encourage' susceptible people that it contacts to kill others. Add dark magic, produce instant serial killer or terrorist if someone was already inclined to think that murder one is a great idea. Well, it also wrecks the luck of the local sports franchises, I think."
"Anyway, MACUSA decided that the shipgirls based out of Boston could handle the Black Lady if it broke loose, leaving aside the minor detail that they are a hammer and not every problem is a nail. Which this problem is not a nail, you can't solve possession with naval cannons. So when I got word that the thaum-meter picked up a spike from there and right afterward those two idiots tried an act of terrorism at the Boston Marathon with bombs in the crowd, I put two and two together and had to get over there and stop it." Delilah gave a tired smug smirk, "Reinforced the wards that had failed and then tracked down the idiots touched by the Black Lady. They had the good grace to get into a shootout with the local police early this morning, and I have a FBI cover identity, so I dealt myself in and hit both of them with a bullet enchanted with a banishing spell. They won't infect others anymore as a channel for the Black Lady."
"You did run out of bed with me in a tearing hurry when you got the message." Zamarad pouted.
Delilah gave a happy but weary smile to Zamarad and kissed her passionately after the Ifrit handed the promised items of clothing to Ehren. "I'll make it up to you, love, I promise."
Ehren flushed scarlet and closed her eyes, fists clenching.
Such degeneracy and filth....
No!
That is what Hitler said, and he hated homosexuals almost as much as he hated Jews. I can't hate Aunt Delilah or Aunt Zamarad for being like... that.
Her fists relaxed and she opened her eyes and took several deep breaths as the Ifrit and revolver embraced and then parted.
"Zamarad, can you please take us out to my ranch? I need to get out of my tactical gear and take my niece shooting to unwind."
"Nem bialtabe, 'ayuha alahba'." The Ifrit smiled and took Delilah's hand in hers then the revolver extended her hand to Ehren. Ehren took Delilah's hand and for a second emerald flames surrounded them all as they vanished.
April 19th, 2013
Sákpe Mázasu Pteyúha (Six Bullet Ranch)
Black Hills, Southwestern South Dakota, USA
Ehren staggered a bit as her stomach finally decided that it had elected to come along for the trip. She turned to look at Delilah and her eyes widened in awe and disbelief.
A scant hundred yards away on the other side of the plate-glass window in Delilah's ranch house, a small herd of three dozen American Bison pushed late-spring snow up with their muzzles as they foraged.
"The Tȟatȟáŋka take your breath away, don't they, Ehren?" Delilah said softly as she guided her niece to the window with hands on her shoulders so that the enthralled dagger spirit could get a better look at the massive animals.
Ehren gulped and gave a shaky nod, whispering. "Ja... they are so large. So majestic."
Delilah had old pain in her voice as she responded, "They are. The Lakota viewed them as sacred and relied upon them for all the necessities of life. Food, clothing, shelter, sinew for their bowstrings. Once upon a time, before us Europeans came, there were millions who roamed the Great Plains. When I was a young woman, I sat on a horse three days' ride from where we stand and saw a herd that stretched from horizon to horizon, as far as the eye could see."
Delilah sighed as Ehren forced herself to look at the older spirit's melancholy face. "Then the hunters came, and slaughtered them for meat, for bones for fertilizer, for hides. Those millions dwindled to a bare handful in a few short decades before the government stopped the slaughter. Those of us who fight to preserve and protect, to be good stewards of what we have been given, to do the right thing, always struggle with those who would destroy and squander wantonly. The line between good and evil runs through the human heart and it is frequently impossible to separate the two."
Delilah looked down at Ehren. "Now let's get you changed out of that SS uniform and if you want, you can come with me and get a closer look at the herd I protect on my hidden ranch."
Ehren nodded enthusiastically.
Half a hour later, Ehren was dressed in her borrowed sweatshirt and jeans (each with warming charms) and gloves. She glared at the uniform she had stripped off (save for the boots, Ehren wanted her feet to stay warm) before walking out of the spare bedroom.
As she headed back to the family room where she had entered, she saw Delilah and Zamarad sitting on the couch. The revolver had changed into her own sweatshirt of a wolf in front of an American-flag moon with a visible shoulder harness over it. A bolt-action rifle leaned alongside the couch along with a shotgun.
"Come and sit and get warmed up before we see the Bison, Ehren." Delilah waved her niece to a chair by the fireplace.
Ehren nodded and then looked at the uniform in her hands. "I wish that I could burn this and be rid of it."
Zamarad, took the uniform, "Here, allow me. I haven't eaten for a while." As the uniform bust into flames in her hands, Ehren flushed with the wave of heat sweeping through her.
Delilah meanwhile stood up and extended a hand to Ehren. "Right, ground rules. If one of them starts bucking its head toward you, freeze. If it charges, flash step out of my line of fire and get behind me. This is their grazing range and they can be ornery."
Ehren nodded, and followed her aunt outside.
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Outside, the air was crisp and cold with a bite that thrilled Ehren. She glanced over at Delilah and noticed the elder spirit had drawn her revolver and wand. Delilah sketched symbols with her wand-tip, and Ehren caught the word Tȟatȟáŋka in the throaty sounds of Lakota, before the revolver gestured to her to advance.
Ehren realized with surprise and excitement in her heart, that Delilah had begun a ritual that she had learned from the American Indians who first came to this land. For a brief moment, she had an image of her Father as a young boy reading a book written by Charles May about Indians and cowboys in the Wild West.
Ehren hesitantly advanced alongside her aunt. One of the bulls at the edge of the herd turned to look at her and bucked its head up and down. Ehren froze, feeling sweat trickle down her avatar from the intensity of the moment as a liquid brown eye looked into her eyes, measuring her before the bull resumed grazing.
Delilah gestured and she advanced again, finally coming within arm's reach of the bull. Hesitantly, Ehren reached out with her hand, gently caressing the snow-covered dark brown fur covering the buffalo's flank. Shocked, she realized that the withers of the animal, making its distinctive 'hump' were too far above her for her to reach, even on tiptoes.
The buffalo bull turned to look at her judgingly. He then breathed out a hmmph of snorted, grass-scented breath before trotting off, leaving Ehren standing there in enthralled wonder.
Delilah walked to Ehren's side as the herd slowly moved off toward another grazing range. Softly, the revolver spoke, "Tradition has it that before we came, only a youth who would become a medicine man or medicine woman would be allowed to touch a living Tȟatȟáŋka to show that they were accepted by White Buffalo Woman. Only those pure and strong of heart would be chosen."
Ehren nodded wordlessly. Her eyes were distant and her fingers tingled with the memory of a magical moment that she would forever treasure.
April 19th, 2013
De Breuil Estate
Upstate New York, USA
After several long minutes of being held by Zamarad, Ehren released her aunt and gave a slight smile.
"Thank you." Ehren whispered as the pain behind the resolution and determination in her eyes receded somewhat.
Zamarad hummed with the crackle of burning kindling. "You are welcome."
The Ifrit then looked at the black SS dress uniform the young dagger spirit was now wearing and shook her head. "I do wonder why you changed into that, though."
Ehren scowled, "If I don't control myself, whatever I am wearing shifts into this Dreck. And I do not have anything else to wear on hand. I rather doubt that Aunt Delilah wishes to teach me combat while I wear my underclothing."
Zamarad smiled. "Allow me to raid Delilah's closet. I can find something for you to wear."
Ehren nodded and stood at parade rest as the Ifrit walked over to the fireplace and turned into flames that disappeared into the fire already present.
Once she was sure that she was alone, Ehren wiped her eyes as her composure cracked. Zamarad had been enslaved by Father and Father's commander back in 1942.
And Ehren had done nothing to free her.
Ehren could have done nothing to help her.
She was not then... what she was now.
She was only a bystander able to just sense what was happening around her but not able to act on her own yet.
She did not know the truth then. She had not seen beyond the lies and deceptions.
The SS had discouraged thinking too deeply about what they were being ordered to do.
Maybe, just maybe, Zamarad was right when she said that Ehren was as much of a slave as she was then.
Perhaps.
It was not much, but it was something.
The fireplace flames turned emerald-green and Ehren stiffened her posture, the cool mask slamming back into place. Soon afterward they flared and a figure in black tactical gear marked with FBI in gold lettering stepped out of the flames. The figure pulled off her black balaclava mask and shook out her red-brown hair.
"Hello Ehren, sorry that I am running late for your training." Delilah said as she stretched and cracked her neck.
"It is not a problem, Aunt Delilah." Ehren replied. "Befehl ist Befehl. Aunt Zamarad was kind enough to keep me company while I waited here. She said not to touch the door."
Delilah laughed. "Wise policy. You are family and trustworthy, so I will key you into the security spells on the entrance room that Mother put into place back when this was a way-station on the Underground Railroad when I was a child."
Ehren blinked. "Underground Railroad?"
Delilah nodded, "Yes, before the Civil War, we were involved in helping black slaves from the Southern slave states reach Canada and freedom. So part of my estate, such as this room, is hidden from the casual observer and even dedicated searchers so fugitives could be hidden."
Ehren nodded. "Ahh, like the Priest Hole back home that was built during the French Revolution by Mother's family in case the attacks on clergy and the nobility reached Castle Moulbaix."
Delilah smiled, "Exactly. It pays to be prepared. Of course life can throw you a curve ball like tonight."
Ehren frowned. "What happened?"
Delilah sighed. "What didn't happen in Boston? I had to get out there to Fort Warren to insure that the wards holding the "Lady in Black" bound to Fort Warren did not snap totally. Having a murderous specter killing people via large-scale possession resulting in homicidal behavior would be very bad news indeed. Having her provoke a bombing was bad enough, the last thing MACUSA and the Statute of Secrecy needed would be that added to a rerun of the 'Boston Strangler' stories from 1962-64 going citywide. I told my bosses back in the 1880s that using Fort Warren as a repository for confiscated Dark Artifacts coming to the US from Europe would be a mistake but, no they never listened then. Then I told them that the Red Sox breaking the 'Curse of the Bambino' by winning the World Series in 2004 was a sign that things were coming unglued there and we needed to send someone out to the fort to get ahead of the power curve. But they back-burnered it until it was almost too late because of manpower shortages and overwork for us Aurors."
Ehren blinked, "Fort Warren?"
Zamarad's voice sounded behind Delilah, "I confess curiosity as well, Shaelat ruwhi."
Delilah sighed, "In brief, MACUSA created a monster composed of the murderous feelings that some of the prisoners held at Fort Warren had toward the Union after the Civil War, and then supercharged it with a bunch of dangerous artifacts buried there that people tried to bring from Europe over the last century and a half. Eventually it manifested as a phantom that has the nasty ability to 'encourage' susceptible people that it contacts to kill others. Add dark magic, produce instant serial killer or terrorist if someone was already inclined to think that murder one is a great idea. Well, it also wrecks the luck of the local sports franchises, I think."
"Anyway, MACUSA decided that the shipgirls based out of Boston could handle the Black Lady if it broke loose, leaving aside the minor detail that they are a hammer and not every problem is a nail. Which this problem is not a nail, you can't solve possession with naval cannons. So when I got word that the thaum-meter picked up a spike from there and right afterward those two idiots tried an act of terrorism at the Boston Marathon with bombs in the crowd, I put two and two together and had to get over there and stop it." Delilah gave a tired smug smirk, "Reinforced the wards that had failed and then tracked down the idiots touched by the Black Lady. They had the good grace to get into a shootout with the local police early this morning, and I have a FBI cover identity, so I dealt myself in and hit both of them with a bullet enchanted with a banishing spell. They won't infect others anymore as a channel for the Black Lady."
"You did run out of bed with me in a tearing hurry when you got the message." Zamarad pouted.
Delilah gave a happy but weary smile to Zamarad and kissed her passionately after the Ifrit handed the promised items of clothing to Ehren. "I'll make it up to you, love, I promise."
Ehren flushed scarlet and closed her eyes, fists clenching.
Such degeneracy and filth....
No!
That is what Hitler said, and he hated homosexuals almost as much as he hated Jews. I can't hate Aunt Delilah or Aunt Zamarad for being like... that.
Her fists relaxed and she opened her eyes and took several deep breaths as the Ifrit and revolver embraced and then parted.
"Zamarad, can you please take us out to my ranch? I need to get out of my tactical gear and take my niece shooting to unwind."
"Nem bialtabe, 'ayuha alahba'." The Ifrit smiled and took Delilah's hand in hers then the revolver extended her hand to Ehren. Ehren took Delilah's hand and for a second emerald flames surrounded them all as they vanished.
April 19th, 2013
Sákpe Mázasu Pteyúha (Six Bullet Ranch)
Black Hills, Southwestern South Dakota, USA
Ehren staggered a bit as her stomach finally decided that it had elected to come along for the trip. She turned to look at Delilah and her eyes widened in awe and disbelief.
A scant hundred yards away on the other side of the plate-glass window in Delilah's ranch house, a small herd of three dozen American Bison pushed late-spring snow up with their muzzles as they foraged.
"The Tȟatȟáŋka take your breath away, don't they, Ehren?" Delilah said softly as she guided her niece to the window with hands on her shoulders so that the enthralled dagger spirit could get a better look at the massive animals.
Ehren gulped and gave a shaky nod, whispering. "Ja... they are so large. So majestic."
Delilah had old pain in her voice as she responded, "They are. The Lakota viewed them as sacred and relied upon them for all the necessities of life. Food, clothing, shelter, sinew for their bowstrings. Once upon a time, before us Europeans came, there were millions who roamed the Great Plains. When I was a young woman, I sat on a horse three days' ride from where we stand and saw a herd that stretched from horizon to horizon, as far as the eye could see."
Delilah sighed as Ehren forced herself to look at the older spirit's melancholy face. "Then the hunters came, and slaughtered them for meat, for bones for fertilizer, for hides. Those millions dwindled to a bare handful in a few short decades before the government stopped the slaughter. Those of us who fight to preserve and protect, to be good stewards of what we have been given, to do the right thing, always struggle with those who would destroy and squander wantonly. The line between good and evil runs through the human heart and it is frequently impossible to separate the two."
Delilah looked down at Ehren. "Now let's get you changed out of that SS uniform and if you want, you can come with me and get a closer look at the herd I protect on my hidden ranch."
Ehren nodded enthusiastically.
Half a hour later, Ehren was dressed in her borrowed sweatshirt and jeans (each with warming charms) and gloves. She glared at the uniform she had stripped off (save for the boots, Ehren wanted her feet to stay warm) before walking out of the spare bedroom.
As she headed back to the family room where she had entered, she saw Delilah and Zamarad sitting on the couch. The revolver had changed into her own sweatshirt of a wolf in front of an American-flag moon with a visible shoulder harness over it. A bolt-action rifle leaned alongside the couch along with a shotgun.
"Come and sit and get warmed up before we see the Bison, Ehren." Delilah waved her niece to a chair by the fireplace.
Ehren nodded and then looked at the uniform in her hands. "I wish that I could burn this and be rid of it."
Zamarad, took the uniform, "Here, allow me. I haven't eaten for a while." As the uniform bust into flames in her hands, Ehren flushed with the wave of heat sweeping through her.
Delilah meanwhile stood up and extended a hand to Ehren. "Right, ground rules. If one of them starts bucking its head toward you, freeze. If it charges, flash step out of my line of fire and get behind me. This is their grazing range and they can be ornery."
Ehren nodded, and followed her aunt outside.
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Outside, the air was crisp and cold with a bite that thrilled Ehren. She glanced over at Delilah and noticed the elder spirit had drawn her revolver and wand. Delilah sketched symbols with her wand-tip, and Ehren caught the word Tȟatȟáŋka in the throaty sounds of Lakota, before the revolver gestured to her to advance.
Ehren realized with surprise and excitement in her heart, that Delilah had begun a ritual that she had learned from the American Indians who first came to this land. For a brief moment, she had an image of her Father as a young boy reading a book written by Charles May about Indians and cowboys in the Wild West.
Ehren hesitantly advanced alongside her aunt. One of the bulls at the edge of the herd turned to look at her and bucked its head up and down. Ehren froze, feeling sweat trickle down her avatar from the intensity of the moment as a liquid brown eye looked into her eyes, measuring her before the bull resumed grazing.
Delilah gestured and she advanced again, finally coming within arm's reach of the bull. Hesitantly, Ehren reached out with her hand, gently caressing the snow-covered dark brown fur covering the buffalo's flank. Shocked, she realized that the withers of the animal, making its distinctive 'hump' were too far above her for her to reach, even on tiptoes.
The buffalo bull turned to look at her judgingly. He then breathed out a hmmph of snorted, grass-scented breath before trotting off, leaving Ehren standing there in enthralled wonder.
Delilah walked to Ehren's side as the herd slowly moved off toward another grazing range. Softly, the revolver spoke, "Tradition has it that before we came, only a youth who would become a medicine man or medicine woman would be allowed to touch a living Tȟatȟáŋka to show that they were accepted by White Buffalo Woman. Only those pure and strong of heart would be chosen."
Ehren nodded wordlessly. Her eyes were distant and her fingers tingled with the memory of a magical moment that she would forever treasure.
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- Location
- The Shadowlands
Delilah please keep in mind Murphy's Law before you answer this. Do you have a plan on getting rid of the Black Lady for good? Before you answer please think about all the times some ancient evil of great power gets unleashed because of ether clueless individuals discover it, idiots who think that they can control it, or due to just plan old natural disasters and time. Now think about what would happen if an Abyssal somehow absorbed the Black Lady (or if the reverse happens) or if someone tries to summon Fort Warren. And lastly I would like to let you know if you do say that you don't have a plan that when the Black Lady gets free, even if I have to come back as a ghost, that I will never let you live this down, and neither will your sisters now that I think about it. So, do you have a plan?
*just something I would ask if I was told this*
- Location
- United States
Thank you! I'm trying to keep the story line semi-isolated from other snips unless the boss man considers it cannon. If not that's fine, I'll still keep writing them as I enjoy it regardless
As for Reckless, it is actually a used record store... well one of the three store locations in Chicago at least. The one depicted is their Madison street location, but I digress. You can find a lot of things there for decent prices be it in CD, Vinyl or even Cassette. I wouldn't be surprised if U-37 added some Sabbaton or may find herself purchasing a used album by Kraftwerk that Illinois added to the tracks that play for customers as they browse the various items. I say this as someone who's gotten a few metal albums and Bluegrass in the same trip, it's a nice place. As for more in the future, there will be a few more ships of local fame and another railway engine, but no more than that until I post it!
That said I'll also be having some time to do some writing over the week of the fourth. Once more I am taking the 22 hour train ride from South Bend, Indiana to Stamford, Connecticut to visit family and will be able to write trens while on a tren myself
robopanda
My avatar is the original Avatar!
- Location
- The Northern Air Temple
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Wait...If the Curse of the Bambino is ACTUALLY a curse here, what does that mean for the Cubs and their hundred year unlucky streak?
- Location
- Somewhere
They pissed off an exceptionally powerful wizard. Or just one of the long lived ones who's still around to keep fucking with them.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Crossposting my reply:
Well more accurately back in the 1880s a very junior Auror de Breuil pointed out that piling a bunch of dark artifacts on a harbor fort that was in part designed as part of an anti-sea monster ward (you really think those 1840s coastal forts to protect ports that got built were star shaped by 'accident'?) and then used as a post ACW prison for a bunch of Confederate die-hard bitter-enders might be a bad idea. MACUSA said 'Naah, it will be fine' and it turned into the magical equivalent of a Superfund toxic waste dump and manifested a very nasty ghost (after a failed escape attempt by a bitter-ender that resulted in his wife getting accidentally killed by him).
So they doubled down on just reinforcing the wards as a temporary stopgap to keep things under control. And kept it going until Blood Week and the rest disrupted things.
So Delilah, while saying "I TOLD you so" has to do a temporary patch job until she can scrounge enough magical ass-kickers to try to put this thing in the ground once and for all and try to dispose of all the junk piled under brickwork, stonework, and concrete in Fort Warren. Of course, she also at this point nominally needs to work around the SoS rather than asking Zamarad to burn the island down to bedrock.
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Porta: *slowly turns to look at OLD, puts her hand to her chin in thought*
Angband: Mother?
Porta: Well... 'Fight Fire with Fire' as they say...
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Depends...All things considered, those would be practically the same thing?
Though now I remember the Fate/Stay Night fic where all of Shirou's swords become girls. Even Ea.
Huh... now I wonder if and when Colombe's daughters could see the anime for UBW. Because, oddly enough, the lyrics for "Brave Shine" the Op, could resonate with Ehren:
To be honest, I have been enjoying it myself.Thank you! I'm trying to keep the story line semi-isolated from other snips unless the boss man considers it cannon. If not that's fine, I'll still keep writing them as I enjoy it regardless
As for Reckless, it is actually a used record store... well one of the three store locations in Chicago at least. The one depicted is their Madison street location, but I digress. You can find a lot of things there for decent prices be it in CD, Vinyl or even Cassette. I wouldn't be surprised if U-37 added some Sabbaton or may find herself purchasing a used album by Kraftwerk that Illinois added to the tracks that play for customers as they browse the various items. I say this as someone who's gotten a few metal albums and Bluegrass in the same trip, it's a nice place. As for more in the future, there will be a few more ships of local fame and another railway engine, but no more than that until I post it!
That said I'll also be having some time to do some writing over the week of the fourth. Once more I am taking the 22 hour train ride from South Bend, Indiana to Stamford, Connecticut to visit family and will be able to write trens while on a tren myself
I wonder how many people are banging their heads into walls now...
That could turn out like The Grudge Vs. The Ring...
Snippet 60: Harry Leferts
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Stepping up to the small dojo behind Haru's home, Harry bowed to the entrance and entered it. Once inside, he bowed to Hoshi who was standing before a kneeling Natsumi, "Hoshi-Sensei."
The Kyuubi bowed back with a slight smile, "Harry-San, thank you for joining us." She gestured at the back, "Go ahead and change before coming back."
Quickly, Harry did exactly that and came out in his Gi before re-entering the dojo and bowing to Hoshi once more. Kneeling, he looked up to the Kitsune who nodded, "Sensei."
With a slight upturn of her lips, she nodded before becoming stern once more, "Now then, there is a reason that I asked for both of you to be here." Seeing their attention on her, Hoshi continued, "That reason is rather simple, and it has to do with your training."
Cocking her head to the side, Natsumi frowned, "Training, Hoshi-Sensei?"
Just nodding, Hoshi placed her hands behind her back, "Hai, your training." Looking from one to the other and back, she smiled a bit, "Both of you have been doing quite well for yourselves in your separate lessons. You, Natsumi-Chan, have impressed Haru-Chan with how well you have taken to them. And you, Harry-San, have impressed me." Giving them a moment to preen a bit in pride, she chuckled, "Yes, you have both improved greatly. But...'
Now frowning himself, the thirteen year old wizard slowly blinked, "But what, Sensei?"
Pointing first at him, and then at Natsumi, Hoshi shook her head, "The two of you wish to fight together, am I correct?"
Natsumi gave a nod at that, "Hai, Sensei. I aim to be at Harry-Chan's side when the time comes and no one will stop me."
At that, Harry nodded as well, "And I swear to do my best to keep Natsumi-Chan safe when that happens."
Seeing the steel in both teens' eyes, Hoshi let out a bark of laughter. At their confusion, she waved them off, "I am not laughing at either of you. Rather, I am laughing at the idea that seeing you both now, there was ever any other choice." Her smile fell away moments later, "Now, that said? It is my job to make sure that the two of you are as ready for such an event as possible. Especially with the movements in the shadows that have been seen."
Both Harry and Natsumi shared a confused look at that.
However, before they could ask, Hoshi cleared her throat, "But that is for the future, and not now. Right now though, we need to prepare the two of you. And for that? Something else is needed." Looking them each in the eye, one after the other, she frowned, "Which means that both of you need to get used to fighting together, as one. To be able to cover each other's backs, and to anticipate the others movements. Something that takes many years of practice. Now, we shall be practicing two things today. The first is normal Martial arts, and the second will be your knife fighting skills."
That made the teenaged wizard blink some, "Our knife fighting skills?"
Arms crossed, Hoshi smirked a bit, "Yes, I know that Natsumi-Chan is quite adept at such from what Haru-Chan has explained to me. Which is not too surprising, as knives are more often Kitsune weapons than swords are." She then turned to Harry and gave him a respectful nod of the head, "And you were taught by the Marines on Louisiana-San, as well as a few here in Yokosuka. When I tested you, it was better than I expected."
With a glance at Harry, Natsumi frowned, "Um, what did you expect?"
Eyebrow raised, Hoshi chuckled, "Well, I believed that he would be able to use a knife effectively. At least to the level of a person on the streets was my hope, and he did better than that."
Perking up suddenly, Harry blinked, "Wait, is that why you wanted me to bring the Tanto that Shinano-Chan bought for me?"
In return, Hoshi hummed, "Yes, I thought that would be good for the first lesson. From what I have heard, you have already used it in battle, yes?"
At that, Harry and Natsumi both grimaced, but the black haired teenaged boy nodded, "Hai, I did, Sensei. I had it on me when we fought Kuroshi and used it to help slay her."
Head tilted to the side as she considered that, the older of the two Kitsune frowned in thought, "I had heard about that and did wonder why you had it on you..."
Simply shrugging, Harry shook his head, "Haru-Sensei always taught me when going out into the wilderness to have something on me that could be used. You never know if something could jump on you out there after all, so I took to carrying it with me and it was easily concealed on me. Easier than my Bowie knife..." He lightly blushed a bit, "I... also had something of a bad feeling at the time, though I did not know why."
Chuckling, Hoshi smiled at him, "Good advice, and Haru-Chan has taught you well then. I, myself, have often used a Tanto..." A thought than occurred to her, "Does it have a name?"
Now blinking at that, Harry frowned and pulled out said Tanto, "I... have not come up with one yet for it. I need to think of a proper name that feels right."
Bemused, the Kyuubi shook her head, "Well, it will come in time." Glancing at the blade though, another thought occurred to her, 'Hmm... I wonder what sort of spirit will come from it? Considering...' With a shake of the head, Hoshi smiled, "But for now, what is important is that we train. First, we will test your hand to hand."
When she gestured for them to stand, the two teens did so. But when nothing else happened, Natsumi cleared her throat, "Sensei? What do you wish for us to do?"
Motioning with her hand, the Kitsune raised one eyebrow, "First, after you help each other with stretching, I want for you to face each other for a few spars." Her eyes narrowed some and she smirked, "Then... you face me."
Eyes widening, the teens gulped a bit.
Several hours later, two aching teens walked out of the dojo as a Kitsune laughed behind them. As they made their way through the front door of the house, Haru called out to them, "How did it go?"
Their answering moans got laughter from her.
Once they were in Natsumi's bedroom, the two closed the door and practically collapsed onto the floor. Laying there, the Kitsune stared at the ceiling with a soft groan. When Harry glanced at her, he sighed, "Is it like that with Haru-San?"
Just shaking her head, the teenaged Yokai winced a bit, "Not really. At least not since I first started out with her." Turning her head, Natsumi regarded her friend, "You with Hoshi-San?"
Harry snorted a bit and grimaced, "Actually? Yeah, this is usual with her." Then he sighed some, "Though we did ask..."
Raising a hand, Natsumi pointed one finger towards the ceiling, "Hai, which is why we're Bakas." After a few moments though, she nodded, "I don't think that we did too badly."
With a snort, Harry rolled his eyes, "We got our arses kicked all over that dojo." A grin crossed his face shortly after, "But yeah, I don't think that we did too badly either."
The Kitsune shifted a bit until her head was on his shoulder, "I have to admit, I didn't know half of those moves you were doing with that Tanto. You learn those from the Marines?"
Humming, Harry gave a nod, "I did, and also from Louisiana. You wouldn't know, but she is really good with a knife. And she would teach you some if you asked her."
For several moments, Natsumi considered that before softly smiling, "Hai."
It was than that Harry noticed her ears and moved his hand so that he could scratch them. To some amusement, he could hear her almost purr, "Though you were pretty awesome yourself, Natsumi-Chan. I mean, when we were doing the hand to hand and you suddenly pulled out some of those moves? Caught me off guard and I think Hoshi-San as well. Where did you learn those?"
Now frowning, she shook her head as she tried to ignore the sensation of having her ears scratched, "I... honestly don't know, Harry-Chan. They just came to me while we were sparring."
Only considering that for a few moments, Harry shrugged, "Huh, well not that important, I guess." He frowned a little, "What about the rest of what Hoshi suggested, Natsumi-Chan? Like you coming to Hogwarts for sparring sessions and the like?"
Natsumi frowned for a moment before giving a shrug, "Actually? I wouldn't mind it that much, Harry-Chan."
Both teens glanced at each other and then simply went back to talking as they only had a few days left before Harry went back to Hogwarts...
The Kyuubi bowed back with a slight smile, "Harry-San, thank you for joining us." She gestured at the back, "Go ahead and change before coming back."
Quickly, Harry did exactly that and came out in his Gi before re-entering the dojo and bowing to Hoshi once more. Kneeling, he looked up to the Kitsune who nodded, "Sensei."
With a slight upturn of her lips, she nodded before becoming stern once more, "Now then, there is a reason that I asked for both of you to be here." Seeing their attention on her, Hoshi continued, "That reason is rather simple, and it has to do with your training."
Cocking her head to the side, Natsumi frowned, "Training, Hoshi-Sensei?"
Just nodding, Hoshi placed her hands behind her back, "Hai, your training." Looking from one to the other and back, she smiled a bit, "Both of you have been doing quite well for yourselves in your separate lessons. You, Natsumi-Chan, have impressed Haru-Chan with how well you have taken to them. And you, Harry-San, have impressed me." Giving them a moment to preen a bit in pride, she chuckled, "Yes, you have both improved greatly. But...'
Now frowning himself, the thirteen year old wizard slowly blinked, "But what, Sensei?"
Pointing first at him, and then at Natsumi, Hoshi shook her head, "The two of you wish to fight together, am I correct?"
Natsumi gave a nod at that, "Hai, Sensei. I aim to be at Harry-Chan's side when the time comes and no one will stop me."
At that, Harry nodded as well, "And I swear to do my best to keep Natsumi-Chan safe when that happens."
Seeing the steel in both teens' eyes, Hoshi let out a bark of laughter. At their confusion, she waved them off, "I am not laughing at either of you. Rather, I am laughing at the idea that seeing you both now, there was ever any other choice." Her smile fell away moments later, "Now, that said? It is my job to make sure that the two of you are as ready for such an event as possible. Especially with the movements in the shadows that have been seen."
Both Harry and Natsumi shared a confused look at that.
However, before they could ask, Hoshi cleared her throat, "But that is for the future, and not now. Right now though, we need to prepare the two of you. And for that? Something else is needed." Looking them each in the eye, one after the other, she frowned, "Which means that both of you need to get used to fighting together, as one. To be able to cover each other's backs, and to anticipate the others movements. Something that takes many years of practice. Now, we shall be practicing two things today. The first is normal Martial arts, and the second will be your knife fighting skills."
That made the teenaged wizard blink some, "Our knife fighting skills?"
Arms crossed, Hoshi smirked a bit, "Yes, I know that Natsumi-Chan is quite adept at such from what Haru-Chan has explained to me. Which is not too surprising, as knives are more often Kitsune weapons than swords are." She then turned to Harry and gave him a respectful nod of the head, "And you were taught by the Marines on Louisiana-San, as well as a few here in Yokosuka. When I tested you, it was better than I expected."
With a glance at Harry, Natsumi frowned, "Um, what did you expect?"
Eyebrow raised, Hoshi chuckled, "Well, I believed that he would be able to use a knife effectively. At least to the level of a person on the streets was my hope, and he did better than that."
Perking up suddenly, Harry blinked, "Wait, is that why you wanted me to bring the Tanto that Shinano-Chan bought for me?"
In return, Hoshi hummed, "Yes, I thought that would be good for the first lesson. From what I have heard, you have already used it in battle, yes?"
At that, Harry and Natsumi both grimaced, but the black haired teenaged boy nodded, "Hai, I did, Sensei. I had it on me when we fought Kuroshi and used it to help slay her."
Head tilted to the side as she considered that, the older of the two Kitsune frowned in thought, "I had heard about that and did wonder why you had it on you..."
Simply shrugging, Harry shook his head, "Haru-Sensei always taught me when going out into the wilderness to have something on me that could be used. You never know if something could jump on you out there after all, so I took to carrying it with me and it was easily concealed on me. Easier than my Bowie knife..." He lightly blushed a bit, "I... also had something of a bad feeling at the time, though I did not know why."
Chuckling, Hoshi smiled at him, "Good advice, and Haru-Chan has taught you well then. I, myself, have often used a Tanto..." A thought than occurred to her, "Does it have a name?"
Now blinking at that, Harry frowned and pulled out said Tanto, "I... have not come up with one yet for it. I need to think of a proper name that feels right."
Bemused, the Kyuubi shook her head, "Well, it will come in time." Glancing at the blade though, another thought occurred to her, 'Hmm... I wonder what sort of spirit will come from it? Considering...' With a shake of the head, Hoshi smiled, "But for now, what is important is that we train. First, we will test your hand to hand."
When she gestured for them to stand, the two teens did so. But when nothing else happened, Natsumi cleared her throat, "Sensei? What do you wish for us to do?"
Motioning with her hand, the Kitsune raised one eyebrow, "First, after you help each other with stretching, I want for you to face each other for a few spars." Her eyes narrowed some and she smirked, "Then... you face me."
Eyes widening, the teens gulped a bit.
Several hours later, two aching teens walked out of the dojo as a Kitsune laughed behind them. As they made their way through the front door of the house, Haru called out to them, "How did it go?"
Their answering moans got laughter from her.
Once they were in Natsumi's bedroom, the two closed the door and practically collapsed onto the floor. Laying there, the Kitsune stared at the ceiling with a soft groan. When Harry glanced at her, he sighed, "Is it like that with Haru-San?"
Just shaking her head, the teenaged Yokai winced a bit, "Not really. At least not since I first started out with her." Turning her head, Natsumi regarded her friend, "You with Hoshi-San?"
Harry snorted a bit and grimaced, "Actually? Yeah, this is usual with her." Then he sighed some, "Though we did ask..."
Raising a hand, Natsumi pointed one finger towards the ceiling, "Hai, which is why we're Bakas." After a few moments though, she nodded, "I don't think that we did too badly."
With a snort, Harry rolled his eyes, "We got our arses kicked all over that dojo." A grin crossed his face shortly after, "But yeah, I don't think that we did too badly either."
The Kitsune shifted a bit until her head was on his shoulder, "I have to admit, I didn't know half of those moves you were doing with that Tanto. You learn those from the Marines?"
Humming, Harry gave a nod, "I did, and also from Louisiana. You wouldn't know, but she is really good with a knife. And she would teach you some if you asked her."
For several moments, Natsumi considered that before softly smiling, "Hai."
It was than that Harry noticed her ears and moved his hand so that he could scratch them. To some amusement, he could hear her almost purr, "Though you were pretty awesome yourself, Natsumi-Chan. I mean, when we were doing the hand to hand and you suddenly pulled out some of those moves? Caught me off guard and I think Hoshi-San as well. Where did you learn those?"
Now frowning, she shook her head as she tried to ignore the sensation of having her ears scratched, "I... honestly don't know, Harry-Chan. They just came to me while we were sparring."
Only considering that for a few moments, Harry shrugged, "Huh, well not that important, I guess." He frowned a little, "What about the rest of what Hoshi suggested, Natsumi-Chan? Like you coming to Hogwarts for sparring sessions and the like?"
Natsumi frowned for a moment before giving a shrug, "Actually? I wouldn't mind it that much, Harry-Chan."
Both teens glanced at each other and then simply went back to talking as they only had a few days left before Harry went back to Hogwarts...
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HA! THat reminds me of a gif. Only it's not a knife, but rather a much more... Expedient weapon.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Delilah: "If I don't blow off some steam and unwind from the stress of this near-disaster by taking my niece out shooting, I will be walking into a few MACUSA offices to push some heads through their walls to see if I can beat some sense into them. Probably too much solid bone in the way, though."
(granted, for a few of the people who laid the foundation of this mess, she would have to push the heads of their ghosts through said walls, but it is the thought that counts.) :lol
Also, as I noted on SB, part of the problem that MACUSA has with this is in addition to their Aurors being short-staffed and overworked, Fort Warren is in the middle of Boston Harbor in plain sight of millions in the tenth-largest US city, so getting into a major magical firefight to put the spirit down would utterly wreck the SoS since the sight couldn't be covered up. Someone sneaking onto the island and reinforcing failing containment wards is doable, though.
Ironically, after the SoS falls MACUSA or whatever takes its place is much better equipped to clean this up. Since unlike having to cover up say a magical firestorm/phoenix nuke burning the fort to bedrock with a lie, they can tell the truth that "this is a major magical hazard zone that MACUSA is cleaning up; please stay well offshore inside the safe zone and enjoy the early Independence Day fireworks".
Oh those lyrics absolutely do resonate with her.
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You know, 4th July would be fitting date to basically clean the whole Fort. American Dream/ Spirit and all that.
It's not Halloween/ Solstice, but still.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Pretty much, Harry also has been taught Aikido for the past five years by Inazuma and is only now approaching the point where he can go for his first Dan.HA! THat reminds me of a gif. Only it's not a knife, but rather a much more... Expedient weapon.
Yes, unlike most fics where he learns martial arts, Harry does not reach Blackbelt level capability within one summer, sorry guys.
The knife fighting style he was taught was also the same sort that US Marines use and was taught by them, Louisiana, and picked up some things from JGSDF guys as well. So basically a down and dirty type style.
Yeah, after the SoS falls, I can see them being better able to clean it up.Delilah: "If I don't blow off some steam and unwind from the stress of this near-disaster by taking my niece out shooting, I will be walking into a few MACUSA offices to push some heads through their walls to see if I can beat some sense into them. Probably too much solid bone in the way, though."
(granted, for a few of the people who laid the foundation of this mess, she would have to push the heads of their ghosts through said walls, but it is the thought that counts.) :lol
Also, as I noted on SB, part of the problem that MACUSA has with this is in addition to their Aurors being short-staffed and overworked, Fort Warren is in the middle of Boston Harbor in plain sight of millions in the tenth-largest US city, so getting into a major magical firefight to put the spirit down would utterly wreck the SoS since the sight couldn't be covered up. Someone sneaking onto the island and reinforcing failing containment wards is doable, though.
Ironically, after the SoS falls MACUSA or whatever takes its place is much better equipped to clean this up. Since unlike having to cover up say a magical firestorm/phoenix nuke burning the fort to bedrock with a lie, they can tell the truth that "this is a major magical hazard zone that MACUSA is cleaning up; please stay well offshore inside the safe zone and enjoy the early Independence Day fireworks".
They really do suit her to be honest.
:lol
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- The Northern Air Temple
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I mean, this Harry does in fact know how to use a gun. Thanks, Aunt Ari!HA! THat reminds me of a gif. Only it's not a knife, but rather a much more... Expedient weapon.
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A Dove and Her Poignard (Part XI)
June 9th, 2013
Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
"Like hell you will teach Ehren how to drive, Del! I'll just do it myself in the Reparo-wagen!"
"Bullshit, Sis! You are the one who spooked Claire in her first lesson so that she snapped the gas pedal off and bent the frame, you had to wait until the car ran out of gas and then Kasuyu towed you back with the Jeep! I'll take her out to the ranch and train her up right!!"
"Bite me! I'll do it, I just need to throw a few charms on the beater car!" Colombe poked Delilah in her chest as her voice raised.
Delilah grinned smugly and retaliated with a poke of her own as she stepped closer to her oldest sister, "Oh you mean the dents where Claire took the Crash Test Dummy through that woodlot with you in the passenger seat!!"
"NOT MY FAULT, DELILAH!"
"IS TOO, COLOMBE!!!"
Jacklyn sauntered across the ballroom to where Ehren and Claire were watching the family disagreement. She whispered to Claire who giggled and nodded, then turned to her piano keys and began to play a jaunty tune.
Jacklyn moved to Ehren and gave her a commanding stare as her voice lowered "Pack clothes for a week quickly then meet me outside your room." Her pirate accent was totally absent.
"Jawohl." Ehren slapped her boots together and departed, followed by a jauntily whistling Jacklyn. Claire waved them farewell before launching into a second round of The Entertainer.
Neither of the other Muramasa sisters noticed Jackie and Ehren making their escape
An Hour Later....
"Right, we will just have Ehren decide and of course she will pick me!"
"Like hell she will, I'm her favorite!"
"Where's Ehren?"
"She was right there, alongside... Jackie..."
"MERDE!!/SHIT!!"
Claire smirked and picked the piano playing up as her mother and Aunt Delilah bolted for the ballroom door.
Colombe yanked the note taped to Ehren's door and read as Delilah looked over her shoulder:
"Kidnapped Ehren, will return her in two weeks. Deliver ransom of me rum at that time. The Red Fox of the Sargasso Sea.<3"
"JACKIE!!!!"
June 12th 2013
SS Foxfish
Port Royal Marina, Torrence California, Los Angeles County
A trio of outbound Fletcher shipgirls in line ahead cruised past a Oyster 56 seagoing sailing yacht heading into port under the Stars and Stripes above the Jolly Roger. The twin suntanned girls on deck (one wheat blonde with steel-blue eyes and the other dark haired and honey-eyed) waved to them, with the brunette looking to spill out of her bikini with her enthusiasm.
"Dayamn, dem some fine broads! I can see why youse Cali ships always talked about goils out here in PACFLT." USS Schroeder (DD-501)'s New Jersey accent could have been used to cut steel as she waved back at the ship heading for port.
USS Bush (DD-529) nodded as she waved back in turn. "Yeah, no tan lines on them either from those bikinis. My boys back in the Big One would have all been praying that a wave swamped their boat so we would have had to rescue them. Registration says they are homeported up in Frisco where I was born, must have done a run down the coast to LA. That's what we are defending, right there, DESRON 25. Folks like them, right Piano Girl, Ammen?"
"Youse call me dat name from dat comic strip one more time and imma sock you one in da kisser, Bush! Peanuts my Joisey ass!" Schroeder fumed even though her eyes twinkled.
USS Ammen (DD-527) frowned at the name of the yacht making port and slowly spoke as she adjusted her glasses, "I remember a couple-three of my crew hearing scuttlebutt about a USS Foxfish during the Big One while I was getting repaired at Pearl. Typical Silent Service types, but one of the really hush-hush sneaky ones that would creep up on you and torp you before you knew she was there. Wonder if one of those girls is the granddaughter of the crew from it?"
"No telling, could be. That's some sharp sailing, a real cut above the day trippers we see. Right, come to two ten and let's get this convoy assembled and underway. Showtime, ladies." Bush responded.
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Ehren and Jackie turned to their tasks as shore approached. Ehren handled the sail's ropes and anchor in response to Jacklyn's commands as the pirate expertly guided her pleasure yacht into a docking slip.
The past three days of sea cruising from San Fransisco down the California coast had been quite an experience. She now understood Jacklyn quite a bit better, as underneath the apparent foolishness lurked the same kind of joy that she had seen in Mother's eyes as she spoke of her trophies from Africa, India, or China, and in Aunt Delilah's eyes when the Revolver was at her ranch in the Great Plains with nothing around her but sky and untamed wilderness. Jacklyn had the same joy as they sailed through a small gale enroute and she even let Ehren take the wheel briefly to experience the salt breeze in her hair and the feel of a boat under her controlled only by her Will.
She was almost looking forward to the sail back up the coast. But first, Jackie had promised to arrange for her to learn how to 'drive like a pirate lass should'. Ehren was intensely curious about how that was to be accomplished.
Step one became obvious as Jackie handed over a roll of money and received a California driver's license made out to Ehren du Chasteler from the marina owner. Ehren's eyes narrowed as the purpose for her posing for a cell-phone photograph became apparent.
Falsified documents, but why?
She could sense a plan that Jackie had in mind, and realized that her Aunt was up to something. But what eluded her.
Meanwhile...
SS Horizon Bringer, San Fransisco.
"Dammit, where could Jackie and Ehren be?" Delilah looked up from the search of the yacht that they had just Flooed into.
"No clue, Del. Wait. Another note."
"What does it say Sis?"
"Your Princess Ehren is aboard another Pirate Ship. Sixteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and three cases of rum (Cap'n Morgan Black Label, Colombe)?!?"
"JACKIE!!!"
June 13th 2013, 2 AM
Watts, Los Angeles County, USA.
"Right, Ehren watch how I break the steering column and strip the ignition wires like so."
"Ja."
The engine of the 2011 Cadillac Escalade roared to life and the SUV pulled out of the driveway with Jackie at the wheel.
"Right, Rule Number One of Piracy, if you have to steal anything and you have time, grab it from a criminal. They are less likely to call the police on your head because then they have to answer awkward questions."
Lights came on from the house that they were pulling away from, followed by profanity and gunfire.
"Aunt Jackie, you are up to seventeen 'Rule Number Ones'," Ehren sighed as she memorized the most recent one.
Jackie giggled and burned rubber down the street as the drug dealer redoubled his curses and ran out into the street in his underwear to continue to fire at his freshly stolen pride and joy.
"Am I? Well Rule Number One of Piracy, If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!"
As Jackie honked the horn in farewell before taking the corner at speed, Ehren's frosty expression of concentration cracked and her lips turned up in a brief smug smile.
"Jawohl, Käpt'n Fox!"
Jackie cackled and high-fived her niece before casting a spell to randomize the license plate's numbers and change the color of the SUV.
June 13th, 2013
Bondurant School of High Performance Driving, Phoenix Arizona
"Hey Bob." Jackie leaned against the rail of the track as the white-haired owner and founder of one of the premier driving schools in the world slowly walked next to her.
"Jackie Fox. What brings your carcass out this way?" The racing legend looked at Jackie skeptically.
"Oh a refresher for me on the Executive protection/Law Enforcement course. And the advanced teen driving class, then if she's up for it the same for me niece here. If you have a slot that I can pirate for her."
"Considering how you helped me get this operation off the ground, I can add you both. Race you later?"
"Deal, Bob!" Jackie spat in her hand and shook it with Bob as he followed suit.
June 16th, 2013
Bondurant School of High Performance Driving, Phoenix Arizona
"So, what's the verdict, Bob?" Jackie sipped from her hip flask as she watched a high-performance car with Ehren behind the wheel take a slalom at speed.
Bob Bondurant shook his head. "I don't know where you dug that blonde German girl up, but she's a natural. No bad habits to unlearn, show her something once and she soaks it up. Very precise on her handling, very technically sound now that we got to her."
He stared at the smirking Jacklyn, "Ehren du Chasteler didn't have the required six months of driving, did she?"
Jacklyn's smirk grew, "Of course not, I want her to learn from the best, which you are beside me of course. All the rest is details."
Bob groaned, "Figures you smug rogue. I'll certify her and see you two on Executive protection tomorrow."
June 20th 2013
"AMBUSH!" Bob yelled in Ehren's ear as blank charges fired from the brush on both sides of the road.
Automatically Ehren's hand shot to the gearshift of the car as she spun the wheel left and her feet began to use the clutch, brake and gas as she had been trained.
She executed a forward 'reverse 180' J-turn precisely and coolly, her eyes determined and her lips flickering in a smug smile as she accelerated clear of the 'killzone' in the opposite direction to her entrance toward her next graduation exercise final exam scenario.
June 22nd, 2013
SS Foxfish, enroute to San Fransisco
Jacklie's phone rang and she looked over from where she and Ehren were sunbathing on the deck.
"Can you toss me that Ehren?"
"Jawohl, Tante Jackie!" The dagger spirit tossed the phone over and then began to apply more suntan lotion to herself, idly listening in.
"Oh hey Colombe, how's it hanging?"
An angry squawk answered her on the other end of the line.
"Ehren's fine, I'll put her on in a second. Listen, I got a bet for you..."
More angry noises, Ehren mentally winced as she translated some of the French.
Was that even anatomically possible?
"Right, here's my bet. I'll be in Frisco tomorrow afternoon with her. Figure you want to see her. So what I'll do is offer this. You ride along with her in me car and if you are convinced that she knows how to drive, I get to take her out for a night on the town to celebrate."
More squawks, then Colombe finally sighed, "Oui, you rogue. On one condition of mine. She returns to me at the end of the night intact and still a virgin. No brothels."
Jackie grinned, "No brothels it is and she Floos back day after tomorrow a virgin and intact. I'll even throw in no arrest warrants if I can help it. It's me home port these days and Rule One of Piracy is ye never piss in ye home port."
Colombe was silent for long moments, "Agreed. Please put Ehren on now?"
Ehren took the phone and her voice turned serious, "Hello Mother, how are you and Claire doing?"
Colombe sighed, "I... was worried for you, a bit. Jackie is not the most reliable person I know. But I'm glad to find you intact and alive. Claire asked me to pass along that she is eagerly waiting for her little sister to return, and Delilah says just for this she will take you on your first hunt once antelope season opens."
Ehren turned to survey the sun-kissed Pacific so Jackie could not see her shy smile. "Something to look forward to. I hope that we get there soon, Mother, I have missed your company."
"As have I, Ehren. Audieu."
"Auf Wiedersehn, Mutti."
Ehren's face assumed its normal mask as she ended the call and slid the phone back into the waterproof bag for it. It rested there alongside her certificate of training from Bondurant Driving, a new International Driver's License in her name, and her phone as it cycled through the snapshot montage of the last two weeks as a screensaver.
Jackie smirked smugly and untied her bikini top. "Toss me the suntan oil, lassie? And while I promised no brothels and no touching, I know a few places where ye can get quite an education by just looking... if ye are in the mood to enjoy them. Since this is your reward, after all. Nae anyone but us two pirates to tell what ye do on your first return to port, aye?"
Ehren blushed and her steel-blue eyes softened slightly in a wink as she handed over the tanning oil. "Aye, Käpt'n Jacklyn Fox. Let me think on it?"
"Oh of course, Ehren. Rule Number One of Piracy is it is all about your Freedom to blaze your own path..."
Ehren smirked slightly as she finished in chorus with her piratical cutlass aunt, "...To fame, booty, and treasure!"
"Right, Ehren-me-lass, now treat Colombe like a VIP getting shot at when she rides with you. She's honest enough so if ye make her turn green with your maneuvering, she will agree that ye are trained second only to me."
Ehren smirked smugly and nodded. "Aye-aye, Käpt'n Fox"
June 9th, 2013
Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
"Like hell you will teach Ehren how to drive, Del! I'll just do it myself in the Reparo-wagen!"
"Bullshit, Sis! You are the one who spooked Claire in her first lesson so that she snapped the gas pedal off and bent the frame, you had to wait until the car ran out of gas and then Kasuyu towed you back with the Jeep! I'll take her out to the ranch and train her up right!!"
"Bite me! I'll do it, I just need to throw a few charms on the beater car!" Colombe poked Delilah in her chest as her voice raised.
Delilah grinned smugly and retaliated with a poke of her own as she stepped closer to her oldest sister, "Oh you mean the dents where Claire took the Crash Test Dummy through that woodlot with you in the passenger seat!!"
"NOT MY FAULT, DELILAH!"
"IS TOO, COLOMBE!!!"
Jacklyn sauntered across the ballroom to where Ehren and Claire were watching the family disagreement. She whispered to Claire who giggled and nodded, then turned to her piano keys and began to play a jaunty tune.
Jacklyn moved to Ehren and gave her a commanding stare as her voice lowered "Pack clothes for a week quickly then meet me outside your room." Her pirate accent was totally absent.
"Jawohl." Ehren slapped her boots together and departed, followed by a jauntily whistling Jacklyn. Claire waved them farewell before launching into a second round of The Entertainer.
Neither of the other Muramasa sisters noticed Jackie and Ehren making their escape
An Hour Later....
"Right, we will just have Ehren decide and of course she will pick me!"
"Like hell she will, I'm her favorite!"
"Where's Ehren?"
"She was right there, alongside... Jackie..."
"MERDE!!/SHIT!!"
Claire smirked and picked the piano playing up as her mother and Aunt Delilah bolted for the ballroom door.
Colombe yanked the note taped to Ehren's door and read as Delilah looked over her shoulder:
"Kidnapped Ehren, will return her in two weeks. Deliver ransom of me rum at that time. The Red Fox of the Sargasso Sea.<3"
"JACKIE!!!!"
June 12th 2013
SS Foxfish
Port Royal Marina, Torrence California, Los Angeles County
A trio of outbound Fletcher shipgirls in line ahead cruised past a Oyster 56 seagoing sailing yacht heading into port under the Stars and Stripes above the Jolly Roger. The twin suntanned girls on deck (one wheat blonde with steel-blue eyes and the other dark haired and honey-eyed) waved to them, with the brunette looking to spill out of her bikini with her enthusiasm.
"Dayamn, dem some fine broads! I can see why youse Cali ships always talked about goils out here in PACFLT." USS Schroeder (DD-501)'s New Jersey accent could have been used to cut steel as she waved back at the ship heading for port.
USS Bush (DD-529) nodded as she waved back in turn. "Yeah, no tan lines on them either from those bikinis. My boys back in the Big One would have all been praying that a wave swamped their boat so we would have had to rescue them. Registration says they are homeported up in Frisco where I was born, must have done a run down the coast to LA. That's what we are defending, right there, DESRON 25. Folks like them, right Piano Girl, Ammen?"
"Youse call me dat name from dat comic strip one more time and imma sock you one in da kisser, Bush! Peanuts my Joisey ass!" Schroeder fumed even though her eyes twinkled.
USS Ammen (DD-527) frowned at the name of the yacht making port and slowly spoke as she adjusted her glasses, "I remember a couple-three of my crew hearing scuttlebutt about a USS Foxfish during the Big One while I was getting repaired at Pearl. Typical Silent Service types, but one of the really hush-hush sneaky ones that would creep up on you and torp you before you knew she was there. Wonder if one of those girls is the granddaughter of the crew from it?"
"No telling, could be. That's some sharp sailing, a real cut above the day trippers we see. Right, come to two ten and let's get this convoy assembled and underway. Showtime, ladies." Bush responded.
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Ehren and Jackie turned to their tasks as shore approached. Ehren handled the sail's ropes and anchor in response to Jacklyn's commands as the pirate expertly guided her pleasure yacht into a docking slip.
The past three days of sea cruising from San Fransisco down the California coast had been quite an experience. She now understood Jacklyn quite a bit better, as underneath the apparent foolishness lurked the same kind of joy that she had seen in Mother's eyes as she spoke of her trophies from Africa, India, or China, and in Aunt Delilah's eyes when the Revolver was at her ranch in the Great Plains with nothing around her but sky and untamed wilderness. Jacklyn had the same joy as they sailed through a small gale enroute and she even let Ehren take the wheel briefly to experience the salt breeze in her hair and the feel of a boat under her controlled only by her Will.
She was almost looking forward to the sail back up the coast. But first, Jackie had promised to arrange for her to learn how to 'drive like a pirate lass should'. Ehren was intensely curious about how that was to be accomplished.
Step one became obvious as Jackie handed over a roll of money and received a California driver's license made out to Ehren du Chasteler from the marina owner. Ehren's eyes narrowed as the purpose for her posing for a cell-phone photograph became apparent.
Falsified documents, but why?
She could sense a plan that Jackie had in mind, and realized that her Aunt was up to something. But what eluded her.
Meanwhile...
SS Horizon Bringer, San Fransisco.
"Dammit, where could Jackie and Ehren be?" Delilah looked up from the search of the yacht that they had just Flooed into.
"No clue, Del. Wait. Another note."
"What does it say Sis?"
"Your Princess Ehren is aboard another Pirate Ship. Sixteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and three cases of rum (Cap'n Morgan Black Label, Colombe)?!?"
"JACKIE!!!"
June 13th 2013, 2 AM
Watts, Los Angeles County, USA.
"Right, Ehren watch how I break the steering column and strip the ignition wires like so."
"Ja."
The engine of the 2011 Cadillac Escalade roared to life and the SUV pulled out of the driveway with Jackie at the wheel.
"Right, Rule Number One of Piracy, if you have to steal anything and you have time, grab it from a criminal. They are less likely to call the police on your head because then they have to answer awkward questions."
Lights came on from the house that they were pulling away from, followed by profanity and gunfire.
"Aunt Jackie, you are up to seventeen 'Rule Number Ones'," Ehren sighed as she memorized the most recent one.
Jackie giggled and burned rubber down the street as the drug dealer redoubled his curses and ran out into the street in his underwear to continue to fire at his freshly stolen pride and joy.
"Am I? Well Rule Number One of Piracy, If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!"
As Jackie honked the horn in farewell before taking the corner at speed, Ehren's frosty expression of concentration cracked and her lips turned up in a brief smug smile.
"Jawohl, Käpt'n Fox!"
Jackie cackled and high-fived her niece before casting a spell to randomize the license plate's numbers and change the color of the SUV.
June 13th, 2013
Bondurant School of High Performance Driving, Phoenix Arizona
"Hey Bob." Jackie leaned against the rail of the track as the white-haired owner and founder of one of the premier driving schools in the world slowly walked next to her.
"Jackie Fox. What brings your carcass out this way?" The racing legend looked at Jackie skeptically.
"Oh a refresher for me on the Executive protection/Law Enforcement course. And the advanced teen driving class, then if she's up for it the same for me niece here. If you have a slot that I can pirate for her."
"Considering how you helped me get this operation off the ground, I can add you both. Race you later?"
"Deal, Bob!" Jackie spat in her hand and shook it with Bob as he followed suit.
June 16th, 2013
Bondurant School of High Performance Driving, Phoenix Arizona
"So, what's the verdict, Bob?" Jackie sipped from her hip flask as she watched a high-performance car with Ehren behind the wheel take a slalom at speed.
Bob Bondurant shook his head. "I don't know where you dug that blonde German girl up, but she's a natural. No bad habits to unlearn, show her something once and she soaks it up. Very precise on her handling, very technically sound now that we got to her."
He stared at the smirking Jacklyn, "Ehren du Chasteler didn't have the required six months of driving, did she?"
Jacklyn's smirk grew, "Of course not, I want her to learn from the best, which you are beside me of course. All the rest is details."
Bob groaned, "Figures you smug rogue. I'll certify her and see you two on Executive protection tomorrow."
June 20th 2013
"AMBUSH!" Bob yelled in Ehren's ear as blank charges fired from the brush on both sides of the road.
Automatically Ehren's hand shot to the gearshift of the car as she spun the wheel left and her feet began to use the clutch, brake and gas as she had been trained.
She executed a forward 'reverse 180' J-turn precisely and coolly, her eyes determined and her lips flickering in a smug smile as she accelerated clear of the 'killzone' in the opposite direction to her entrance toward her next graduation exercise final exam scenario.
June 22nd, 2013
SS Foxfish, enroute to San Fransisco
Jacklie's phone rang and she looked over from where she and Ehren were sunbathing on the deck.
"Can you toss me that Ehren?"
"Jawohl, Tante Jackie!" The dagger spirit tossed the phone over and then began to apply more suntan lotion to herself, idly listening in.
"Oh hey Colombe, how's it hanging?"
An angry squawk answered her on the other end of the line.
"Ehren's fine, I'll put her on in a second. Listen, I got a bet for you..."
More angry noises, Ehren mentally winced as she translated some of the French.
Was that even anatomically possible?
"Right, here's my bet. I'll be in Frisco tomorrow afternoon with her. Figure you want to see her. So what I'll do is offer this. You ride along with her in me car and if you are convinced that she knows how to drive, I get to take her out for a night on the town to celebrate."
More squawks, then Colombe finally sighed, "Oui, you rogue. On one condition of mine. She returns to me at the end of the night intact and still a virgin. No brothels."
Jackie grinned, "No brothels it is and she Floos back day after tomorrow a virgin and intact. I'll even throw in no arrest warrants if I can help it. It's me home port these days and Rule One of Piracy is ye never piss in ye home port."
Colombe was silent for long moments, "Agreed. Please put Ehren on now?"
Ehren took the phone and her voice turned serious, "Hello Mother, how are you and Claire doing?"
Colombe sighed, "I... was worried for you, a bit. Jackie is not the most reliable person I know. But I'm glad to find you intact and alive. Claire asked me to pass along that she is eagerly waiting for her little sister to return, and Delilah says just for this she will take you on your first hunt once antelope season opens."
Ehren turned to survey the sun-kissed Pacific so Jackie could not see her shy smile. "Something to look forward to. I hope that we get there soon, Mother, I have missed your company."
"As have I, Ehren. Audieu."
"Auf Wiedersehn, Mutti."
Ehren's face assumed its normal mask as she ended the call and slid the phone back into the waterproof bag for it. It rested there alongside her certificate of training from Bondurant Driving, a new International Driver's License in her name, and her phone as it cycled through the snapshot montage of the last two weeks as a screensaver.
Jackie smirked smugly and untied her bikini top. "Toss me the suntan oil, lassie? And while I promised no brothels and no touching, I know a few places where ye can get quite an education by just looking... if ye are in the mood to enjoy them. Since this is your reward, after all. Nae anyone but us two pirates to tell what ye do on your first return to port, aye?"
Ehren blushed and her steel-blue eyes softened slightly in a wink as she handed over the tanning oil. "Aye, Käpt'n Jacklyn Fox. Let me think on it?"
"Oh of course, Ehren. Rule Number One of Piracy is it is all about your Freedom to blaze your own path..."
Ehren smirked slightly as she finished in chorus with her piratical cutlass aunt, "...To fame, booty, and treasure!"
"Right, Ehren-me-lass, now treat Colombe like a VIP getting shot at when she rides with you. She's honest enough so if ye make her turn green with your maneuvering, she will agree that ye are trained second only to me."
Ehren smirked smugly and nodded. "Aye-aye, Käpt'n Fox"
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Snippet 1: MagisterAurelius
- Location
- Pacific NW
So, this Christmas season of Third Year was a little too action packed for the Ship of Fools Christmas snip to happen as initially written. Therefore, events of the Draco and Johnston Xmas special have received a bit of a retcon.
To put it simply: Draco spent Christmas with Johnston, just not in Yokosuka. Johnston wasn't in Japan, but was going to be in Hawaii for Christmas, so she begged, pleaded and turned Destroyer Eyes on Admiral Settle. Who then gave her permission to bring Draco, his parents and the minions Crabbe and Goyle to Hawaii for the holiday break. Draco's gift for Johnston still happened, and other dawww moments. Narcisa and Lucius got to appreciate a Hawaiian vacation and Lucius even got a tan.
Draco was still invited to the summoning, since he was an available wizard. He had still been looking at the old Springstyles books and proposed Colorado class refits. This resulted in BB-47 USS Washington's summoning. And then the US Navy discovered a whole new size of chip that resided on that Standard's shoulder.
So without further ado, the retconned aftermath of Ship of Fools The Third Year Christmas Holiday:
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Ship of Fools
An irked Harry Potter removed his phone from his pocket to answer the incessant alert. "I'm sorry. I have to see what blew up on the SGO forums this time."
"Hawa-wa-wa, that's alright Harry-chan nanodesu." Inazuma smiled and went back to her sundae, smacking Ikazuchi's spoon away from it. Meanwhile, Hibiki and Natsumi both put their heads next to Harry's, reading his screen. Inazuma lifted a spoonful of ice cream to her mouth, watching her sister and friends' eyes grow wide and expressions fill with surprise.
"What happened nanodesu?"
"Well," Harry started, "You know that Johnston met a classmate of mine from Hogwarts, just before school started?" Inazuma nodded. "I guess things have been going well, because she invited him to spend Christmas with her in Hawaii. And it looks like they're actually dating now."
"I'd say so. Did you see that picture of the hair ornament Draco gave Johnston?" Natsumi interrupted.
"Oh? Was it pretty?"
"I'd say. Pretty, old, and had to have been expensive. It was pretty enough to almost be a gift Harry would give!" Natsumi's mouth then snapped shut and she blushed as she realized what she had said.
Harry smirked. "Well Johnston certainly liked it. Here's the photo proof of how she felt about it." Harry turned the phone to Inazuma and her other sisters, who saw a picture of a blond boy wearing a happily goofy grin with somewhat glazed focus. And wearing several lipstick impressions on his cheeks and mouth. "Sammy B said it was the lewdest thing she had ever seen. Such lascivious and egregious hand-holding and giggling. And then Johnston threw all propriety and morality out the window, and kept kissing Draco on the lips."
"But that was just the warm-up. So they held a summoning and invited Draco to attend. That's where the really shocking stuff happened."
"What happened nanodesu?"
"The summoning didn't seem to work at first. They were just asking for anyone who had served to come back. Nothing was happening. Then Draco opened his mouth and called for anyone who was lost and forgotten to come, that he asked for them to return, to take the chance at life denied them."
"Nani?"
"And then someone came through. The fourth Colorado sister. And when Admiral Settle asked her to report... she told him that 'The US Navy can go fuck itself' and that she came back because Draco had asked for her."
"But..but not even Pennsylvania-san was that angry when she came back."
Sighing Harry continued, "I know, even Aunt Pennsy wouldn't do that. Anyway, even after taking to cool down she was adamant about only answering to Draco, that she would have nothing to do with the US Navy or the United States. Admiral Settle was pissed, but in the end she left Hawaii with Draco and his parents."
"But what about her sisters, nanodesu? How could she just leave and not be with them?"
At this Hibiki broke in, "What she said was not khorosho. As long as they serve America, she refuses to speak with them."
Inazuma was shocked speechless. Akatsuki then whispered, "But.. but.. how can anyone be that angry? That they would cut off their own sisters that way? Is she actually an Abyssal?"
Harry shook his head. "No, she's not. Aunt Maryland explained why. It has to do with how BB-47 was sunk and why. And that even though Aunt West Virginia is really torn up about it, all of her sisters can understand a little. One of the rumors is that it came down to a coin flip as to which sister was going to be discarded, West Virginia or Washington. So she's bitter and has chosen to serve Draco because he's the only one who has asked for her to come back."
"So this is why SGO blew up like it did Harry?"
"Yeah, and now there's a lot of girls in the USN and Royal Navy who were scrapped because of the Washington Naval Treaty asking why they didn't think to tell off the admirals when they came back. And the US Navy is having to go into damage control mode."
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Anywho, there be the retcon of what actually happened. Now I just need to get back to warm fuzzies and a Sabaton concert.
To put it simply: Draco spent Christmas with Johnston, just not in Yokosuka. Johnston wasn't in Japan, but was going to be in Hawaii for Christmas, so she begged, pleaded and turned Destroyer Eyes on Admiral Settle. Who then gave her permission to bring Draco, his parents and the minions Crabbe and Goyle to Hawaii for the holiday break. Draco's gift for Johnston still happened, and other dawww moments. Narcisa and Lucius got to appreciate a Hawaiian vacation and Lucius even got a tan.
Draco was still invited to the summoning, since he was an available wizard. He had still been looking at the old Springstyles books and proposed Colorado class refits. This resulted in BB-47 USS Washington's summoning. And then the US Navy discovered a whole new size of chip that resided on that Standard's shoulder.
So without further ado, the retconned aftermath of Ship of Fools The Third Year Christmas Holiday:
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Ship of Fools
An irked Harry Potter removed his phone from his pocket to answer the incessant alert. "I'm sorry. I have to see what blew up on the SGO forums this time."
"Hawa-wa-wa, that's alright Harry-chan nanodesu." Inazuma smiled and went back to her sundae, smacking Ikazuchi's spoon away from it. Meanwhile, Hibiki and Natsumi both put their heads next to Harry's, reading his screen. Inazuma lifted a spoonful of ice cream to her mouth, watching her sister and friends' eyes grow wide and expressions fill with surprise.
"What happened nanodesu?"
"Well," Harry started, "You know that Johnston met a classmate of mine from Hogwarts, just before school started?" Inazuma nodded. "I guess things have been going well, because she invited him to spend Christmas with her in Hawaii. And it looks like they're actually dating now."
"I'd say so. Did you see that picture of the hair ornament Draco gave Johnston?" Natsumi interrupted.
"Oh? Was it pretty?"
"I'd say. Pretty, old, and had to have been expensive. It was pretty enough to almost be a gift Harry would give!" Natsumi's mouth then snapped shut and she blushed as she realized what she had said.
Harry smirked. "Well Johnston certainly liked it. Here's the photo proof of how she felt about it." Harry turned the phone to Inazuma and her other sisters, who saw a picture of a blond boy wearing a happily goofy grin with somewhat glazed focus. And wearing several lipstick impressions on his cheeks and mouth. "Sammy B said it was the lewdest thing she had ever seen. Such lascivious and egregious hand-holding and giggling. And then Johnston threw all propriety and morality out the window, and kept kissing Draco on the lips."
"But that was just the warm-up. So they held a summoning and invited Draco to attend. That's where the really shocking stuff happened."
"What happened nanodesu?"
"The summoning didn't seem to work at first. They were just asking for anyone who had served to come back. Nothing was happening. Then Draco opened his mouth and called for anyone who was lost and forgotten to come, that he asked for them to return, to take the chance at life denied them."
"Nani?"
"And then someone came through. The fourth Colorado sister. And when Admiral Settle asked her to report... she told him that 'The US Navy can go fuck itself' and that she came back because Draco had asked for her."
"But..but not even Pennsylvania-san was that angry when she came back."
Sighing Harry continued, "I know, even Aunt Pennsy wouldn't do that. Anyway, even after taking to cool down she was adamant about only answering to Draco, that she would have nothing to do with the US Navy or the United States. Admiral Settle was pissed, but in the end she left Hawaii with Draco and his parents."
"But what about her sisters, nanodesu? How could she just leave and not be with them?"
At this Hibiki broke in, "What she said was not khorosho. As long as they serve America, she refuses to speak with them."
Inazuma was shocked speechless. Akatsuki then whispered, "But.. but.. how can anyone be that angry? That they would cut off their own sisters that way? Is she actually an Abyssal?"
Harry shook his head. "No, she's not. Aunt Maryland explained why. It has to do with how BB-47 was sunk and why. And that even though Aunt West Virginia is really torn up about it, all of her sisters can understand a little. One of the rumors is that it came down to a coin flip as to which sister was going to be discarded, West Virginia or Washington. So she's bitter and has chosen to serve Draco because he's the only one who has asked for her to come back."
"So this is why SGO blew up like it did Harry?"
"Yeah, and now there's a lot of girls in the USN and Royal Navy who were scrapped because of the Washington Naval Treaty asking why they didn't think to tell off the admirals when they came back. And the US Navy is having to go into damage control mode."
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Anywho, there be the retcon of what actually happened. Now I just need to get back to warm fuzzies and a Sabaton concert.
Shaithan
Re-class is happiest class
- Location
- The worst part of Germany
Well, there's only one thing I don't fully buy. That the United States let Washington 47 go with Draco. She's still a full-fledged BB basically mutinying and deserting to another country while proclaiming she's going to follow the orders of an underage foreign civilian. This sets so many bad precedents that the USN is unlikely to want set.
I could see the USN letting Washington go with Draco with a firm understanding that she is not allowed to use her weapons and doing so better be under exceptional by this war's standards circumstances and that she has to report to the British about her whereabouts regularly, as Britain as well won't like the idea of a teenager in command of a battleship.
Kapitän or Käpt'n is the proper translation. Hauptmann is the Army rank. And comparatively speaking, a few ranks below the Kapitän.
FlyingScanian
Tea Addict
- Location
- Land of Eternal Night
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Darnit, don't make me laugh so much right now
