Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Why would he fear Harry? More likely would be them respecting each other due to both being big brothers.
Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Vancouver, Washington
Working on catching up here. Been busy with my own work. As I am not capable of Kaiju levels of output, it comes much more slowly. All seems to be going well here.
The impression I got was that he was referring to the younger brother (Aki) learning to fear Harry after Harry fulfills his brotherly duties regarding a prospective suitor for Hoppou's hand.
still_guns
For the Empire!
- Location
- Bridge of ISS Conundrum
I don't know why Themyscira comes to mind here. I haven't seen any Amazons.
I get the impression that the Greek Admiral is a rogue Witch.
Huzzah! More of Best Wolfshipgirls!
Hmm... I get the impression that Grampa is a follower of the consummate Civil Servant.
Meaning that during the day there could be a conversation very much like this between himself and Naomi.
"I'm not terribly worried about that. After all any government will need a civil service in order to function, and much of the civil service is distributed across the nation. If the Kyoto government has any sense the extent of the changes to the service as it stands will be to change the address the correspondence is sent to. They simply cannot afford to be idealistic about the bureaucracy and who it employs. Well, and to have a smooth transition of government. And given that the whole purpose of the Kyoto experiment is a response to Tokyo's incompetence, that would be political suicide and we'd all be back at square one. Sadly, the same can no longer be said about any of the politicians that have stuck around so long. Such as Councilman Ito."
"True enough father. By now if Ito were to defect, he would only look like a disloyal rat leaving a sinking ship. Furthermore, whereas for earlier defectors their service in the Tokyo Diet was a boon, showing their credentials for political service, if Ito were to defect now his service in the Magical House of Councilors would be a poison to any hope for election to Kyoto, never mind his liberal voting record, or how his sticking with Tokyo for so long is a sign of his loyalty."
"Yes... Loyalty is so overrated."
Oh I highly doubt that. Aki's still at that age where it would not be odd at all if girls are seen as 'weird,' if not 'icky.' Certainly a sweet child to be sure, but puberty hasn't started smacking him in the face just yet. And by that point, he'd be interested in girls that didn't look like they go to kindergarten.
Huzzah! More of Best Wolfshipgirls!
Hmm... I get the impression that Grampa is a follower of the consummate Civil Servant.
Meaning that during the day there could be a conversation very much like this between himself and Naomi.
"I'm not terribly worried about that. After all any government will need a civil service in order to function, and much of the civil service is distributed across the nation. If the Kyoto government has any sense the extent of the changes to the service as it stands will be to change the address the correspondence is sent to. They simply cannot afford to be idealistic about the bureaucracy and who it employs. Well, and to have a smooth transition of government. And given that the whole purpose of the Kyoto experiment is a response to Tokyo's incompetence, that would be political suicide and we'd all be back at square one. Sadly, the same can no longer be said about any of the politicians that have stuck around so long. Such as Councilman Ito."
"True enough father. By now if Ito were to defect, he would only look like a disloyal rat leaving a sinking ship. Furthermore, whereas for earlier defectors their service in the Tokyo Diet was a boon, showing their credentials for political service, if Ito were to defect now his service in the Magical House of Councilors would be a poison to any hope for election to Kyoto, never mind his liberal voting record, or how his sticking with Tokyo for so long is a sign of his loyalty."
"Yes... Loyalty is so overrated."
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DawnofWar32
War is coming. Prepare yourselves!
- Location
- Butuan City, The Philippines
Looks like Admiral Aètos is hiding something. She may be a demigod or a witch.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Note the 'old dagger' on the wall.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
No worries.
Because "Hidden Greek Island"?
Pretty much my thoughts.
They really are...
Sounds like it to me as well.
*Laughs at how close some are and how far they are*
- Location
- Vancouver, Washington
Yes, first the nuts are harvested, then the limbs are cut back. Then the sap is drained.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Elizabeth Bathory:
"Ah, so that is what you youngsters call it nowadays. Back in my time? Well, we called a duck a duck, and that? Why mince words?"
*slow, wide, vampiric smirk*
still_guns
For the Empire!
- Location
- Bridge of ISS Conundrum
Yeah, pretty much
Snippet 66: SisterJeanne
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
(A.N.-In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future of the Du Chasteler Family there is only WAFF and Fluff...)
String Quartet, Opus 76 #3, "Butterknife"
Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
Well After Claire and Tony Get Married (AKA: Not Soon)
Claire placed a hand on Ehren's shoulder and gently squeezed it. "Relax, Ehren, it will be all right. You know Tony and I both agreed to this."
"I know, Claire, it is just..." Ehren trailed off and gulped.
Claire smiled serenely and hugged Ehren, pressing her swollen belly against her sister as the child that she was carrying kicked. "It is no different than when I took your hand to lead you on your first step to explore the joys of music the first day that you manifested. And it is your birthday, Little Sister. This is our present to you both as a gift to you, and also to reward you for all your hard work over the last two decades. We wouldn't ask you to do this if you were unworthy or unready."
Ehren swallowed and then nodded firmly. Her jaw set in a familiar expression of determination as she looked at the open instrument case in front of her. Carefully she reached inside and picked up the Antonio Stradivarius from the red velvet interior for the first time with diamond focused concentration.
Ehren marched to take her place alongside her niece Teresa, who gave Aunt Ehren a shy smile before lifting her own violin body with her teenage hands and a matching look of determination for her first public performance.
Claire waddled to the nearby couch and sat down. Her youngest child (until next month according to the doctors) Henriette crawled into Mama's lap and looked up at her with guileless eyes as her father lifted the viola that was Henriette's true form.
"Mommy, why are you crying? Are you sad?"
Claire hugged Henriette to her as her son Jacques adjusted his cello, brushed messy black hair out of his eyes, briefly stuck his tongue out at his just minutes-older twin sister, and then nodded his readiness to the blonde in the lead violinist's chair.
Ehren took a deep breath and her voice filled the ballroom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, family and guests, Haydn's String Quartet Number Sixty-Two in C Major, Opus Seventy-Six, Number Three, 'Kaiser'. Second Movement, Poco Adagio; Cantabile."
Claire's tears intensified as her baby sister's bow touched the waiting strings of Tony's true body for the first time ever in front of all her Aunts, Grandfather, Grand-aunts, and a proudly smiling Mother watching her.
"Nein, Henriette. I couldn't be happier"
Ehren's fingers moved on the strings as she played the notes of the piece from memory alongside her brother-in-law, her niece, and her nephew. Silently her lips moved with words that she had learned the day of her forging. Words that had been set to this very music and had become the national anthem of her country of origin.
Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält.
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsch bis an den Belt,
|: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt! :|
Her eyes shimmered with the memories, aching even decades later, of Father singing these words at the 1938 Party Congress one among a myriad of deluded young men. While they portrayed the darkest moments of her country, of her life, they were not the only verse to the song that she loved.
With that a small smile flickered around her lips as she began the second variation of the melody, shifting to the more gay tones of a drinking song. Ehren and Teresa began the violin duet portion of the quartet, playing off each other as niece and aunt shared a moment of pure unrestrained delight as their two instruments' voices became one.
Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang
Sollen in der Welt behalten
Ihren alten schönen Klang,
Uns zu edler Tat begeistern
Unser ganzes Leben lang.
|: Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang! :|
As it finished and her heart swelled with love, her eyes sought the tear filled crystal blue of her mother. Automatically her fingers on the strings and the bow poured all the emotions that she had trouble expressing in a heartfelt melody especially for Colombe's ears. Around her she felt Tony, Theresa, Jacques, and yes even Claire and little Henriette all lifting her up and supporting her as she played for her mother.
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Für das deutsche Vaterland!
Danach lasst uns alle streben
Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand!
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Sind des Glückes Unterpfand;
|: Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes,
Blühe, deutsches Vaterland! :|
A single tear trickled down her cheek as her eyes shifted to Claire's warm mahogany gaze. She poured all the love and faithful devotion in her slender frame into the final variation on the melody as her mind shifted to the words written by Haydn himself in 1797 as the first National Anthem of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. In those days Kaiser Francis II had ruled from Vienna, where her beloved elder sister had been born at the hands of genius Austrian craftsmen.
Froh erleb' er seiner Lande,
Seiner Völker höchsten Flor!
Seh' sie, Eins durch Bruderbande,
Ragen allen andern vor!
Und vernehm' noch an dem Rande
Später Gruft der Enkel Chor.
|: Gott erhalte Franz, den Kaiser,
Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! :|
Ehren lowered her bow and bowed to the applause of her family as an unguarded smile lit her face up and her brother-in-law, niece, and nephew hugged her, soon joined by the rest of her extended family.
"Happy birthday, Ehren."
String Quartet, Opus 76 #3, "Butterknife"
Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
Well After Claire and Tony Get Married (AKA: Not Soon)
Claire placed a hand on Ehren's shoulder and gently squeezed it. "Relax, Ehren, it will be all right. You know Tony and I both agreed to this."
"I know, Claire, it is just..." Ehren trailed off and gulped.
Claire smiled serenely and hugged Ehren, pressing her swollen belly against her sister as the child that she was carrying kicked. "It is no different than when I took your hand to lead you on your first step to explore the joys of music the first day that you manifested. And it is your birthday, Little Sister. This is our present to you both as a gift to you, and also to reward you for all your hard work over the last two decades. We wouldn't ask you to do this if you were unworthy or unready."
Ehren swallowed and then nodded firmly. Her jaw set in a familiar expression of determination as she looked at the open instrument case in front of her. Carefully she reached inside and picked up the Antonio Stradivarius from the red velvet interior for the first time with diamond focused concentration.
Ehren marched to take her place alongside her niece Teresa, who gave Aunt Ehren a shy smile before lifting her own violin body with her teenage hands and a matching look of determination for her first public performance.
Claire waddled to the nearby couch and sat down. Her youngest child (until next month according to the doctors) Henriette crawled into Mama's lap and looked up at her with guileless eyes as her father lifted the viola that was Henriette's true form.
"Mommy, why are you crying? Are you sad?"
Claire hugged Henriette to her as her son Jacques adjusted his cello, brushed messy black hair out of his eyes, briefly stuck his tongue out at his just minutes-older twin sister, and then nodded his readiness to the blonde in the lead violinist's chair.
Ehren took a deep breath and her voice filled the ballroom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, family and guests, Haydn's String Quartet Number Sixty-Two in C Major, Opus Seventy-Six, Number Three, 'Kaiser'. Second Movement, Poco Adagio; Cantabile."
Claire's tears intensified as her baby sister's bow touched the waiting strings of Tony's true body for the first time ever in front of all her Aunts, Grandfather, Grand-aunts, and a proudly smiling Mother watching her.
"Nein, Henriette. I couldn't be happier"
Ehren's fingers moved on the strings as she played the notes of the piece from memory alongside her brother-in-law, her niece, and her nephew. Silently her lips moved with words that she had learned the day of her forging. Words that had been set to this very music and had become the national anthem of her country of origin.
Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält.
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsch bis an den Belt,
|: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt! :|
Her eyes shimmered with the memories, aching even decades later, of Father singing these words at the 1938 Party Congress one among a myriad of deluded young men. While they portrayed the darkest moments of her country, of her life, they were not the only verse to the song that she loved.
With that a small smile flickered around her lips as she began the second variation of the melody, shifting to the more gay tones of a drinking song. Ehren and Teresa began the violin duet portion of the quartet, playing off each other as niece and aunt shared a moment of pure unrestrained delight as their two instruments' voices became one.
Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang
Sollen in der Welt behalten
Ihren alten schönen Klang,
Uns zu edler Tat begeistern
Unser ganzes Leben lang.
|: Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang! :|
As it finished and her heart swelled with love, her eyes sought the tear filled crystal blue of her mother. Automatically her fingers on the strings and the bow poured all the emotions that she had trouble expressing in a heartfelt melody especially for Colombe's ears. Around her she felt Tony, Theresa, Jacques, and yes even Claire and little Henriette all lifting her up and supporting her as she played for her mother.
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Für das deutsche Vaterland!
Danach lasst uns alle streben
Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand!
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Sind des Glückes Unterpfand;
|: Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes,
Blühe, deutsches Vaterland! :|
A single tear trickled down her cheek as her eyes shifted to Claire's warm mahogany gaze. She poured all the love and faithful devotion in her slender frame into the final variation on the melody as her mind shifted to the words written by Haydn himself in 1797 as the first National Anthem of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. In those days Kaiser Francis II had ruled from Vienna, where her beloved elder sister had been born at the hands of genius Austrian craftsmen.
Froh erleb' er seiner Lande,
Seiner Völker höchsten Flor!
Seh' sie, Eins durch Bruderbande,
Ragen allen andern vor!
Und vernehm' noch an dem Rande
Später Gruft der Enkel Chor.
|: Gott erhalte Franz, den Kaiser,
Unsern guten Kaiser Franz! :|
Ehren lowered her bow and bowed to the applause of her family as an unguarded smile lit her face up and her brother-in-law, niece, and nephew hugged her, soon joined by the rest of her extended family.
"Happy birthday, Ehren."
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Snippet 1: ComradeH
- Location
- Netherlands
Cross-posted from SB
OK, please roast me.
This is my work, and I know it has many problems
************************************
Not all shipgirls could fight against the Abyssal effectively, especially ones that built before 1880. Even then, the ones built before the 1930s were still at a disadvantage. They simply lack the required armour, firepower, or mobility to fight against WW2-era (demonised) ships. That was the common sense of the world.
However, as usual, the Vietnamese gave it the middle finger.
With little (read: none) naval presence during World War Two to be summoned back as shipgirls, they had to rely on their own modern steel hull ships. As one could expect, it was not efficient. In other words, the Vietnamese suffered high casualty rates during those days. At least the number of coastal batteries they had was staggering. It helped to block any Abyssal advance, keeping the country alive for a while longer.
Then, they had their own shipgirls, but not the ones they were dreaming for... Many were shock and depressed, despite their best effort, they still had no modern shipgirls to join the fight. Some netizens quickly turn to criticise the government again, something about "worthless communist government". At least all of those bastards mysteriously get hit by cars the following day. It was complete accidents and bear no relationship with any Security and Intelligence units.
Anyhow, all of the summoned shipgirls were considered too obsolete for the front-line fight. At best, they could be deployed for morale raising events, singing or dancing, or perhaps for medical duty. That was the idea until someone had an ingenious idea. And as history had been proven again, an ingenious Vietnamese was a highly dangerous one.
**************
Ten Abyssal destroyer imps, plus one Light cruiser and one Heavy cruiser launched a raid against the coastal town.
Facing them was six ship-girls.
And it was a fair odd for the demons.
Layers of mines, depth charges, sonar buoy and more distracted the advance of the beasts constantly. By the time they got through the static defence, they had already suffered moderate damage. None was sunk, but their combat effectiveness was severely decreased.
The whole group of Abyssal was still cursing their fate when suddenly, eight shots rang out. The lead Heavy cruiser was instantly engulfed in flame. An 88mm shell pierced through her fire director while a 100mm shell was able to hit the boiler room. The whole Abyssal flotilla spanned out, scanning the horizon for any threat. However, they failed to detect their quarry in time.
Another salvo of ten rounds, and this time, the Heavy cruiser was no more. At least, one Imp was able to spot the splash on the sea. But was that, perhaps, a coincident? No Ship-Form would be insane enough to dismiss their riggings on the sea, yes?
Behind him/her/it, the carcass of the Heavy cruiser was now slowly sinking into the sea. And the sound of a burning husk was the only sound left on the open air. There was no one and there was nothing being the sign of the enemy.
Well, until the group was attacked by torpedoes from opposite sides. It had to be torpedo! Because there was no flash and no discharge sound was heard. But even then, where were these torpedoes coming from?
And then, suddenly, the poor Destroyer imp was thrown in the air, and the last thing he/she/it saw was the flashes of guns, which again came out of the sea.
**************
"So, what is the score now? Goblin 10, Abbie 2?"
The young man just grunted and pricked his nose. His plan worked perfectly, well, too perfectly perhaps. The summoned shipgirls of Vietnam were, for all purpose and intent, worthless for combat duty. After all, they were wooden hulls... and they were fucking wooden hulls from the 13th century.
Even by that age, their ships were considered as weak, and they were not enough for long-distance force projection. Needless to say, by conventional standard, they would be snacks for the modern Abyssal force. So, he decided to propose a cheating scheme. Sure, he was a bit drunk and high that night, and it was a dare from his friends.
Apparently, the State had little sense of humour. The following morning, he was somehow commissioned as a naval officer, despite having no prior training. And somehow, he was able to help/convince those wooden-hull shipgirls to summon their hulls before carrying out his magic.
The hulls were small, barely 50m in length - which was just at corvette size. However, thanks to most of the control structure were situated at the back, he had a big gap to "play". And considering the limit was WW2-era tech... Well, he just slapped on some iron sheets for extra armour (which, somehow, existed from the 1200s already), replaced "fairy oar-controller" with electric motors, and then for the firepower... Well, the Germans and the Soviets had good guns, so he just copied/bought from them. The 88mm KwK and the 100mm D-10 were his choices. And then, for extra fireworks, two girls were armed with Long Lance torp instead of the Soviet Artillery. Of course, there were a gazillion more things to fix and add, and he could not remember 100% of what he had done then.
So, there it went. Six summoned wooden-hull ship girls, with the eldest dated back to 1250s, they were "modernised" with Soviet and German guns, Japanese torpedo, British radar/sonar, and they were deployed with Vietnamese ingenuity. The standard idea was that shipgirl hated being under water, so he had those six girls trained to fight while being submerged.
Yeah, it was not a nice memory. It was just like being forced to snipe a butterfly 1km away within a HAZMAT suit, under 40 Celcius degree sun. Oh, and he was also having an allergy then.
At least the training had finally finalised, and then it worked beautifully. The six "elders" claimed kills after kills. Sure, it was skirmish and not a full-on battle. Sure, he had the advantage of intelligence and preparation. Sure, he always tried to maintain local numerical superiority. But then, it was fair in warfare.
Well, now, the battle was over, and he had to find a way to survive the night.
For some reasons, those six girls were still accustomed to the imperial age of Vietnam, and they were considering him as their "Lord". Oh, and for them, a male was practically expected to marry a lot and having many children. His pelvis was not strong enough for that shit.
"You have fifteen minutes left to run, kid. Use Route Alpha, that would give you the most ground coverage."
"Do you have to make fun of me, sir?"
"Do I have to? No. But I should. My granddaughter is planning to be your aide, so it is my duty to make your life miserable."
He knew that getting drunk on that night was a mistake... and perhaps studying in the same school as the granddaughter of VCP's General Secretary was even a bigger one.
OK, please roast me.
This is my work, and I know it has many problems
************************************
Not all shipgirls could fight against the Abyssal effectively, especially ones that built before 1880. Even then, the ones built before the 1930s were still at a disadvantage. They simply lack the required armour, firepower, or mobility to fight against WW2-era (demonised) ships. That was the common sense of the world.
However, as usual, the Vietnamese gave it the middle finger.
With little (read: none) naval presence during World War Two to be summoned back as shipgirls, they had to rely on their own modern steel hull ships. As one could expect, it was not efficient. In other words, the Vietnamese suffered high casualty rates during those days. At least the number of coastal batteries they had was staggering. It helped to block any Abyssal advance, keeping the country alive for a while longer.
Then, they had their own shipgirls, but not the ones they were dreaming for... Many were shock and depressed, despite their best effort, they still had no modern shipgirls to join the fight. Some netizens quickly turn to criticise the government again, something about "worthless communist government". At least all of those bastards mysteriously get hit by cars the following day. It was complete accidents and bear no relationship with any Security and Intelligence units.
Anyhow, all of the summoned shipgirls were considered too obsolete for the front-line fight. At best, they could be deployed for morale raising events, singing or dancing, or perhaps for medical duty. That was the idea until someone had an ingenious idea. And as history had been proven again, an ingenious Vietnamese was a highly dangerous one.
**************
Ten Abyssal destroyer imps, plus one Light cruiser and one Heavy cruiser launched a raid against the coastal town.
Facing them was six ship-girls.
And it was a fair odd for the demons.
Layers of mines, depth charges, sonar buoy and more distracted the advance of the beasts constantly. By the time they got through the static defence, they had already suffered moderate damage. None was sunk, but their combat effectiveness was severely decreased.
The whole group of Abyssal was still cursing their fate when suddenly, eight shots rang out. The lead Heavy cruiser was instantly engulfed in flame. An 88mm shell pierced through her fire director while a 100mm shell was able to hit the boiler room. The whole Abyssal flotilla spanned out, scanning the horizon for any threat. However, they failed to detect their quarry in time.
Another salvo of ten rounds, and this time, the Heavy cruiser was no more. At least, one Imp was able to spot the splash on the sea. But was that, perhaps, a coincident? No Ship-Form would be insane enough to dismiss their riggings on the sea, yes?
Behind him/her/it, the carcass of the Heavy cruiser was now slowly sinking into the sea. And the sound of a burning husk was the only sound left on the open air. There was no one and there was nothing being the sign of the enemy.
Well, until the group was attacked by torpedoes from opposite sides. It had to be torpedo! Because there was no flash and no discharge sound was heard. But even then, where were these torpedoes coming from?
And then, suddenly, the poor Destroyer imp was thrown in the air, and the last thing he/she/it saw was the flashes of guns, which again came out of the sea.
**************
"So, what is the score now? Goblin 10, Abbie 2?"
The young man just grunted and pricked his nose. His plan worked perfectly, well, too perfectly perhaps. The summoned shipgirls of Vietnam were, for all purpose and intent, worthless for combat duty. After all, they were wooden hulls... and they were fucking wooden hulls from the 13th century.
Even by that age, their ships were considered as weak, and they were not enough for long-distance force projection. Needless to say, by conventional standard, they would be snacks for the modern Abyssal force. So, he decided to propose a cheating scheme. Sure, he was a bit drunk and high that night, and it was a dare from his friends.
Apparently, the State had little sense of humour. The following morning, he was somehow commissioned as a naval officer, despite having no prior training. And somehow, he was able to help/convince those wooden-hull shipgirls to summon their hulls before carrying out his magic.
The hulls were small, barely 50m in length - which was just at corvette size. However, thanks to most of the control structure were situated at the back, he had a big gap to "play". And considering the limit was WW2-era tech... Well, he just slapped on some iron sheets for extra armour (which, somehow, existed from the 1200s already), replaced "fairy oar-controller" with electric motors, and then for the firepower... Well, the Germans and the Soviets had good guns, so he just copied/bought from them. The 88mm KwK and the 100mm D-10 were his choices. And then, for extra fireworks, two girls were armed with Long Lance torp instead of the Soviet Artillery. Of course, there were a gazillion more things to fix and add, and he could not remember 100% of what he had done then.
So, there it went. Six summoned wooden-hull ship girls, with the eldest dated back to 1250s, they were "modernised" with Soviet and German guns, Japanese torpedo, British radar/sonar, and they were deployed with Vietnamese ingenuity. The standard idea was that shipgirl hated being under water, so he had those six girls trained to fight while being submerged.
Yeah, it was not a nice memory. It was just like being forced to snipe a butterfly 1km away within a HAZMAT suit, under 40 Celcius degree sun. Oh, and he was also having an allergy then.
At least the training had finally finalised, and then it worked beautifully. The six "elders" claimed kills after kills. Sure, it was skirmish and not a full-on battle. Sure, he had the advantage of intelligence and preparation. Sure, he always tried to maintain local numerical superiority. But then, it was fair in warfare.
Well, now, the battle was over, and he had to find a way to survive the night.
For some reasons, those six girls were still accustomed to the imperial age of Vietnam, and they were considering him as their "Lord". Oh, and for them, a male was practically expected to marry a lot and having many children. His pelvis was not strong enough for that shit.
"You have fifteen minutes left to run, kid. Use Route Alpha, that would give you the most ground coverage."
"Do you have to make fun of me, sir?"
"Do I have to? No. But I should. My granddaughter is planning to be your aide, so it is my duty to make your life miserable."
He knew that getting drunk on that night was a mistake... and perhaps studying in the same school as the granddaughter of VCP's General Secretary was even a bigger one.
Snippet 1: wildredlifer
Avrora Island 2013
The Hunter stalked it's two legged Prey.
It's prey was unaware that when it separated from it's group the Hunter followed it to this place.
'Snap' "freeze" The noise has alerted the Prey, the Hunter freezes as the prey glances around for the source of the sound.
It is a Game between the Prey and the Hunter as the Hunter freezes into immobility as the prey Visually sweeps around then returning to it's previous view.
Closer and closer the Hunter creeps up on the Unaware prey, Just as the Prey turns to Sweep the area one last time the Hunter Strikes the soft Belly of it's prey.
"Giggle" "Purr"
"You got me Joy" "Yay" "Big Sister says Food is Ready"
The tableau an outside Observer if they had wandered by to gaze upon this scene would be a young Girl with Abyssal extras attached being gently nuzzled by a Purring Abyssal destroyer.
The Hunter stalked it's two legged Prey.
It's prey was unaware that when it separated from it's group the Hunter followed it to this place.
'Snap' "freeze" The noise has alerted the Prey, the Hunter freezes as the prey glances around for the source of the sound.
It is a Game between the Prey and the Hunter as the Hunter freezes into immobility as the prey Visually sweeps around then returning to it's previous view.
Closer and closer the Hunter creeps up on the Unaware prey, Just as the Prey turns to Sweep the area one last time the Hunter Strikes the soft Belly of it's prey.
"Giggle" "Purr"
"You got me Joy" "Yay" "Big Sister says Food is Ready"
The tableau an outside Observer if they had wandered by to gaze upon this scene would be a young Girl with Abyssal extras attached being gently nuzzled by a Purring Abyssal destroyer.
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Shaithan
Re-class is happiest class
- Location
- The worst part of Germany
So, wikiwalking teaches you the funniest things.
The Potters have been likened to magpies more than once and they have been noted for being charismatic.
One collective noun for magpies is charm.
So, someone may well talk or write about a charm of Potters and Harry slowly realizes that it's a not very subtle dig at the magpie nature of his ancestors. Maybe he finds an older text an ancestor pottered, precisely because it was digging at the Potters.
Also, a group of foxes is called either a skulk or a leash. I can see several of the older kitsune smirk at that.
Finally, for all that people joke about Potters nicking stuff and hoarding it, it wouldn't surprise me if the Blacks, Malfoys, Greengrasses, Lestranges and other old families with larger manors have attics and cellars full of stuff that ancestors or their siblings stored up there and which then got forgotten. Who knows, they might even have stuff museums would be very interested in.
The Potters have been likened to magpies more than once and they have been noted for being charismatic.
One collective noun for magpies is charm.
So, someone may well talk or write about a charm of Potters and Harry slowly realizes that it's a not very subtle dig at the magpie nature of his ancestors. Maybe he finds an older text an ancestor pottered, precisely because it was digging at the Potters.
Also, a group of foxes is called either a skulk or a leash. I can see several of the older kitsune smirk at that.
Finally, for all that people joke about Potters nicking stuff and hoarding it, it wouldn't surprise me if the Blacks, Malfoys, Greengrasses, Lestranges and other old families with larger manors have attics and cellars full of stuff that ancestors or their siblings stored up there and which then got forgotten. Who knows, they might even have stuff museums would be very interested in.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
:lol
I can see it.
Hmm...
This was pure WAFF.
Now this was interesting...
And this was adorable.
I can see people having so much fun...
True enough.
Snippet 82: Harry Leferts
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Poking her head into the Submarines quarters, Taigei raised an eyebrow, "Maruyu-Chan? Imuya-Chan? Are the two of you ready to head to Hogsmeade yet?"
Both Submarines soon answered her in the positive and she stood back as she waited for them. Just a few minutes later, the two appeared fully dressed. A smile on her face, Imuya looked towards the other Submarines, "Well? What do you all think?"
Iku gave them a thumbs up and grinned, "Looking good, Imuya-Chan! Maruyu-Chan!"
From where she sat on the couch with a stick of pocky in her mouth, Goya blinked as Hachi and the others chimed in. Head tilting to the side, she nodded as Maruyu was in a white coat with a fake fur lining with a dress underneath it. Imuya, meanwhile, was in a double breasted coat, though it was open to show that she wore a blouse and overshirt. With a nod, Goya smiled some, "You both look very nice, Dechi."
Grinning, Maruyu rubbed the back of her neck, "Thanks, Dechi-Chan. Hopefully Harry-Chan likes it as well."
A scowl on her face, Goya shook her head, "Don't call me Dechi, Dechi!" Unseen by her, various lips twitched in amusement, though she gave various Submarines suspicious looks at their snickers. Instead of commenting though, she crunched her pocky stick and shrugged, "And Harry-Chan should like it. I don't see why he wouldn't after all..."
Lips curling, Imuya began to button up her coat, "That's true."
Turning towards Maruyu, the lone Uboat of the group chuckled, "Excited, Maruyu-Chan?"
Even as she lightly blushed, the little Submarine nodded, "Hai, I mean... this is a date after all, kind of. And we get to spend the entire day with Harry-Chan and after how you described the village? Why wouldn't I be excited?"
With a hum, Hachi crossed her arms over her chest, "Maruyu-Chan does have a point, you know. There is no reason why she shouldn't be excited to be spending the day with Harry-Chan." Getting off the couch, she walked over and helped adjust Maruyu's coat, "And I know that you're going to enjoy spending the day with Harry-Chan. Just Iku-Chan and myself did."
Finishing buttoning up her coat, Imuya gave her friend a look, "Any piece of advice?"
None of the Submarines who had gone to Hogsmeade said anything right away. However, then Iku raised her finger, "Hai, both ignore and go out of your way to avoid Madame Puddifoot's tea shop. No matter how much some people try and convince you or Harry-Chan. Not that he would step foot in that place."
As Iku shuddered, those who had not been to Hogsmeade shared a confused look. Though they did note that those who had been there did, indeed, nod along in agreement with the blue haired Submarine. Something that made Goya raise an eyebrow, "Uh, it can't be that bad..."
Reaching into her pocket, RO pulled out her phone, "I took pictures and some video through a spot in the window that was not too fogged up."
That got her blinks from some of the others, with Ryuuhou frowning deeply, "Fogged up? Why would the windows be fogged up?"
Expression blank, the German turned the phone's screen towards them and played the video. All of them were used to cutesy cafes and the like. It was, after all, something of a common thing in Japan when all was said and done. And while some were... tasteful, others? Others most certainly were not.
Worse, the tea house on the screen outdid them all in how far it tried to carry the 'Cute, romantic' look.
It showed a room that was completely and utterly cramped. From what those watching could see, the tables and chairs were so packed, there was barely any room. Even Maruyu twitched a bit as she could realize that even she, as small as she was, would be literally bumping into every chair and table. Everything on the tables was also frills, lace, and bows, with further lace and bows on the walls. Not to mention, everything besides the table clothes were in shades of pink.
Part of RO was amused when the other shipgirls who had not been to Hogsmeade outright recoiled from the sight of it. With a shudder, Imuya shook her head, "No worries, RO-Chan. Neither of us are going to go there... ugh."
Amused, the Uboat stopped the video and put away her phone, "Gets worse. From what I learned, during the lead up to Valentine's Day, the tea house has animated Cherub statues floating around and dropping petal shaped confetti on everything. Yes, including your food and drinks. All to add to the 'Romantic' atmosphere."
Goya outright gagged at that, "Gah! That's gross!"
Her lip curling some in disgust, Maruyu shook her head before sharing a look with Imuya, "We are definitely not going there. That is just plain disgusting. Mogu, mogu."
Everyone there also nodded in agreement at that before Shioi smiled, "But you'll still enjoy yourself, Imuya-Chan, Maruyu-Chan. Harry-Chan has some really great places all picked out to take you to and it's great!"
Their moods brightening, the two Submarines only nodded in agreement. Checking her watch, Imuya smiled, "I'm sure that we're going to enjoy ourselves... Anyways, we'll see you guys tomorrow!"
With some final hugs and goodbyes, as well as a promise to pick up chocolate, the two Submarines made their way to the Vanishing Cabinet. And through that, they arrived in Britain before taking a portkey to Hogsmeade. Standing outside of the town, Maruyu placed her hands into her pockets as they waited for Harry to arrive himself. Looking over the village, Maruyu smiled some, "It is a very beautiful place, mogu mogu."
Bringing out a camera, Imuya took some pictures as she nodded, "Hai, it is very beautiful. Picturesque, I think is what it is called." With a hum, she put the camera away and looked around, "Looks like they've set up for Valentine's Day too."
Head tilted to the side, the IJA Submarine considered that before becoming thoughtful, "I suppose that makes sense. After all, Valentine's is in a week. This is probably the closest that any of the students can get to it." The sound of wheels coming closer made Maruyu turn and smile as she saw the carriages that carried the students to Hogsmeade coming closer. As soon as they stopped, the two Submarines waited until Harry stepped out and turned to them before Maruyu waved at him, "HARRY-CHAN! OVER HERE!"
Lightly laughing, the teenage wizard jogged over before coming to a stop before the two shipgirls. Smiling, he gave them both a hug, "Maruyu-Chan, Imuya-Chan! It's great to see you both here!"
Imuya laughed as well as she hugged him back, "Well, we wanted to be here, Harry-Chan. Especially after everything that Iku-Chan and the others told us about this place." Kissing his cheek, she smiled, "But thank you for spending the day with us."
Going onto her tip toes, Maruyu also kissed the thirteen year old wizard's cheeks as well, "Hai, thank you."
A blush on his cheeks, the wizard returned the kisses before shaking his head, "If you ask me, I'm the one that should be thanking you both." Taking their hands in his, he nodded towards the village below them, "So, want to go and explore a bit."
Only giving his hand a gentle squeeze, Imuya nodded, "Hai, I think that we do, Harry-Chan."
While they're walking down though, they hear someone call out and come to a stop. Turning, Harry blinked as Cedric walked up with Cho at his side, "Cedric? Is something wrong?"
Somewhat amused by what he sees in front of him, the Hufflepuff shook his head, "Nothing's wrong, Harry..." Furrowing his eyebrows, he suddenly nodded, "Imuya and Maruyu, right?"
Glancing at Imuya, Maruyu nodded, "That's right."
Just humming, Cedric smiled before turning to Harry, "Anyways, it looks like you're on a date. Enjoying the day with these two?"
Even as all three blushed, the black haired wizard nodded, "Well... yes? Um, why?"
Shaking his head, Cedric chuckled, "Just checking really, though if its a date, maybe you could go to Madam Puddifoot's. It's set up for couples after all." To his confusion though, Harry and the two shipgirls winced, 'Something I said?'
Unable to look him in the eye, Harry turned away, "Heh... maybe. Anyways, we got to be going Cedric, I hope that you and Cho enjoy your date as well."
Bemused, Cho shook her head as she watched the three walk off, "Wonder what that was all about..." Getting a shrug from her boyfriend, she frowned, "Though... I have to wonder what is going on there? I know that I've seen him with different girls each Hogsmeade visit."
Cedric grinned and shook his head at that, "Apparently he's sort of dating them? Or something?" At the look from his girlfriend, he shrugged, "I asked that blue haired one, Iku I think her name was. Anyways, from what she stated all the girls know about the others and don't mind it. I mean, it's weird to me-"
Scoffing, the Ravenclaw shook her head, "And weird to me as well."
Once more shrugging, Cedric snorted some in amusement, "Anyways, it's weird to me and everything, but... they all agreed to do this. Not sure why, but they have."
Rolling her eyes, Cho sighed, "Shipgirls... Anyways, we should go and get a table before they're all gone..."
With that, she began to drag her amused boyfriend to the tea shop that they had suggested.
Both Submarines soon answered her in the positive and she stood back as she waited for them. Just a few minutes later, the two appeared fully dressed. A smile on her face, Imuya looked towards the other Submarines, "Well? What do you all think?"
Iku gave them a thumbs up and grinned, "Looking good, Imuya-Chan! Maruyu-Chan!"
From where she sat on the couch with a stick of pocky in her mouth, Goya blinked as Hachi and the others chimed in. Head tilting to the side, she nodded as Maruyu was in a white coat with a fake fur lining with a dress underneath it. Imuya, meanwhile, was in a double breasted coat, though it was open to show that she wore a blouse and overshirt. With a nod, Goya smiled some, "You both look very nice, Dechi."
Grinning, Maruyu rubbed the back of her neck, "Thanks, Dechi-Chan. Hopefully Harry-Chan likes it as well."
A scowl on her face, Goya shook her head, "Don't call me Dechi, Dechi!" Unseen by her, various lips twitched in amusement, though she gave various Submarines suspicious looks at their snickers. Instead of commenting though, she crunched her pocky stick and shrugged, "And Harry-Chan should like it. I don't see why he wouldn't after all..."
Lips curling, Imuya began to button up her coat, "That's true."
Turning towards Maruyu, the lone Uboat of the group chuckled, "Excited, Maruyu-Chan?"
Even as she lightly blushed, the little Submarine nodded, "Hai, I mean... this is a date after all, kind of. And we get to spend the entire day with Harry-Chan and after how you described the village? Why wouldn't I be excited?"
With a hum, Hachi crossed her arms over her chest, "Maruyu-Chan does have a point, you know. There is no reason why she shouldn't be excited to be spending the day with Harry-Chan." Getting off the couch, she walked over and helped adjust Maruyu's coat, "And I know that you're going to enjoy spending the day with Harry-Chan. Just Iku-Chan and myself did."
Finishing buttoning up her coat, Imuya gave her friend a look, "Any piece of advice?"
None of the Submarines who had gone to Hogsmeade said anything right away. However, then Iku raised her finger, "Hai, both ignore and go out of your way to avoid Madame Puddifoot's tea shop. No matter how much some people try and convince you or Harry-Chan. Not that he would step foot in that place."
As Iku shuddered, those who had not been to Hogsmeade shared a confused look. Though they did note that those who had been there did, indeed, nod along in agreement with the blue haired Submarine. Something that made Goya raise an eyebrow, "Uh, it can't be that bad..."
Reaching into her pocket, RO pulled out her phone, "I took pictures and some video through a spot in the window that was not too fogged up."
That got her blinks from some of the others, with Ryuuhou frowning deeply, "Fogged up? Why would the windows be fogged up?"
Expression blank, the German turned the phone's screen towards them and played the video. All of them were used to cutesy cafes and the like. It was, after all, something of a common thing in Japan when all was said and done. And while some were... tasteful, others? Others most certainly were not.
Worse, the tea house on the screen outdid them all in how far it tried to carry the 'Cute, romantic' look.
It showed a room that was completely and utterly cramped. From what those watching could see, the tables and chairs were so packed, there was barely any room. Even Maruyu twitched a bit as she could realize that even she, as small as she was, would be literally bumping into every chair and table. Everything on the tables was also frills, lace, and bows, with further lace and bows on the walls. Not to mention, everything besides the table clothes were in shades of pink.
Part of RO was amused when the other shipgirls who had not been to Hogsmeade outright recoiled from the sight of it. With a shudder, Imuya shook her head, "No worries, RO-Chan. Neither of us are going to go there... ugh."
Amused, the Uboat stopped the video and put away her phone, "Gets worse. From what I learned, during the lead up to Valentine's Day, the tea house has animated Cherub statues floating around and dropping petal shaped confetti on everything. Yes, including your food and drinks. All to add to the 'Romantic' atmosphere."
Goya outright gagged at that, "Gah! That's gross!"
Her lip curling some in disgust, Maruyu shook her head before sharing a look with Imuya, "We are definitely not going there. That is just plain disgusting. Mogu, mogu."
Everyone there also nodded in agreement at that before Shioi smiled, "But you'll still enjoy yourself, Imuya-Chan, Maruyu-Chan. Harry-Chan has some really great places all picked out to take you to and it's great!"
Their moods brightening, the two Submarines only nodded in agreement. Checking her watch, Imuya smiled, "I'm sure that we're going to enjoy ourselves... Anyways, we'll see you guys tomorrow!"
With some final hugs and goodbyes, as well as a promise to pick up chocolate, the two Submarines made their way to the Vanishing Cabinet. And through that, they arrived in Britain before taking a portkey to Hogsmeade. Standing outside of the town, Maruyu placed her hands into her pockets as they waited for Harry to arrive himself. Looking over the village, Maruyu smiled some, "It is a very beautiful place, mogu mogu."
Bringing out a camera, Imuya took some pictures as she nodded, "Hai, it is very beautiful. Picturesque, I think is what it is called." With a hum, she put the camera away and looked around, "Looks like they've set up for Valentine's Day too."
Head tilted to the side, the IJA Submarine considered that before becoming thoughtful, "I suppose that makes sense. After all, Valentine's is in a week. This is probably the closest that any of the students can get to it." The sound of wheels coming closer made Maruyu turn and smile as she saw the carriages that carried the students to Hogsmeade coming closer. As soon as they stopped, the two Submarines waited until Harry stepped out and turned to them before Maruyu waved at him, "HARRY-CHAN! OVER HERE!"
Lightly laughing, the teenage wizard jogged over before coming to a stop before the two shipgirls. Smiling, he gave them both a hug, "Maruyu-Chan, Imuya-Chan! It's great to see you both here!"
Imuya laughed as well as she hugged him back, "Well, we wanted to be here, Harry-Chan. Especially after everything that Iku-Chan and the others told us about this place." Kissing his cheek, she smiled, "But thank you for spending the day with us."
Going onto her tip toes, Maruyu also kissed the thirteen year old wizard's cheeks as well, "Hai, thank you."
A blush on his cheeks, the wizard returned the kisses before shaking his head, "If you ask me, I'm the one that should be thanking you both." Taking their hands in his, he nodded towards the village below them, "So, want to go and explore a bit."
Only giving his hand a gentle squeeze, Imuya nodded, "Hai, I think that we do, Harry-Chan."
While they're walking down though, they hear someone call out and come to a stop. Turning, Harry blinked as Cedric walked up with Cho at his side, "Cedric? Is something wrong?"
Somewhat amused by what he sees in front of him, the Hufflepuff shook his head, "Nothing's wrong, Harry..." Furrowing his eyebrows, he suddenly nodded, "Imuya and Maruyu, right?"
Glancing at Imuya, Maruyu nodded, "That's right."
Just humming, Cedric smiled before turning to Harry, "Anyways, it looks like you're on a date. Enjoying the day with these two?"
Even as all three blushed, the black haired wizard nodded, "Well... yes? Um, why?"
Shaking his head, Cedric chuckled, "Just checking really, though if its a date, maybe you could go to Madam Puddifoot's. It's set up for couples after all." To his confusion though, Harry and the two shipgirls winced, 'Something I said?'
Unable to look him in the eye, Harry turned away, "Heh... maybe. Anyways, we got to be going Cedric, I hope that you and Cho enjoy your date as well."
Bemused, Cho shook her head as she watched the three walk off, "Wonder what that was all about..." Getting a shrug from her boyfriend, she frowned, "Though... I have to wonder what is going on there? I know that I've seen him with different girls each Hogsmeade visit."
Cedric grinned and shook his head at that, "Apparently he's sort of dating them? Or something?" At the look from his girlfriend, he shrugged, "I asked that blue haired one, Iku I think her name was. Anyways, from what she stated all the girls know about the others and don't mind it. I mean, it's weird to me-"
Scoffing, the Ravenclaw shook her head, "And weird to me as well."
Once more shrugging, Cedric snorted some in amusement, "Anyways, it's weird to me and everything, but... they all agreed to do this. Not sure why, but they have."
Rolling her eyes, Cho sighed, "Shipgirls... Anyways, we should go and get a table before they're all gone..."
With that, she began to drag her amused boyfriend to the tea shop that they had suggested.
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DawnofWar32
War is coming. Prepare yourselves!
- Location
- Butuan City, The Philippines
I'm pretty certain that Cedric and Cho wouldn't like stepping at Madam Puddifoot's place again after they experience the weirdness inside said place.
OutcastXC007
(A Light Upon the River's Gloom)
- Location
- 21° 23' 59.99", -89° 30' 59.99" W
Why am I hearing the scare chord from the shower scene in Psycho?
SisterJeanne: Claire's Children
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
And here's a photodump for the Du Chasteler-Potter children:
INFORMATIONAL: CLAIRE'S CHILDREN
Therese Lyra du Chasteler-Potter (The Oldest, the most responsible and dutiful, and primary sibling-herder, Violin):
"I'm so happy that I was able to sibling-sit so Mother and Father could spend a night out to relax."
Jacques du Chasteler-Potter (Therese's minutes-younger fraternal twin, Cello, the 'bad boy' of the family)
"I bet if the Brat Pack distracts Therese enough, I can sneak out to play at the bar downtown tonight..."
The next four are collectively called the 'Brat Pack' or the 'Brat Quartet' since they are all thick as thieves.
In order of age in the photo from left to right, you have ringleader Henriette the viola (who is capable of playing the Violin II score with her enchantments), assistant identical twin mischief-makers Giuseppe the viola and Franz the cello, and last but not least Amélie the violin (her angelic innocent smile hides the mastermind of the Quartet).
"Right, here's the plan. Franz distracts Oldest Sister while Henriette acquires Dad's shaving cream to put in her shoes and Gieuseppe stands lookout. Got it team? Do this and Jacques is giving us all the chocolate that we can eat!"
The next one was a shock to the entire family as Yoko was not a European instrument at all. Family debates centered on whether the Koto was born because Claire's family was the Muramasas, Tony had Japanese ties, or because she was conceived the night Claire and Tony played to celebrate the anniversary of the Arashi Clan's founding at Ian Potter's Shrine. Regardless, favorite family compositions had to be reworked to include Yoko.
"It has been far too quiet today, I should be on the lookout for the Brat Pack as I meditate."
Shortly after that, Claire's wishes for some keyboard accompaniment for Mother to go with all the strings were granted at last. Although not quite in the way she had hoped as Johanna was a harpsichord and not a piano, but then Claire does enjoy Baroque pieces immensely.
**Hums happily as she plays Canon in D Major on Harpsichord behind her locked, bolted, and warded door to prevent interruptions and shenanigans**
Finally Claire had a final set of twins. Ludwig, the elder of the two, is the calm, studious bookend to his family's craziness as he plays double bass as the foundation for their antics.
**Keeps a careful eye on his door as he studies Enchantments For Musical Instruments**
What Ludwig has for calm studious temperament, his twin sister Jeannette makes up for in flighty nervous energy as she plays jazz, swing, ragtime, and other uptempo genres in endless creative variations on her Bosendorfer Grand Piano body. Mother was quite happy to have a daughter who she could do piano duets with at long last.
"Mou, I'm boooored! Nothing ever happens around here!"
**rolls over on her lid and starts to play jazz idly**
INFORMATIONAL: CLAIRE'S CHILDREN
Therese Lyra du Chasteler-Potter (The Oldest, the most responsible and dutiful, and primary sibling-herder, Violin):
"I'm so happy that I was able to sibling-sit so Mother and Father could spend a night out to relax."
Jacques du Chasteler-Potter (Therese's minutes-younger fraternal twin, Cello, the 'bad boy' of the family)
"I bet if the Brat Pack distracts Therese enough, I can sneak out to play at the bar downtown tonight..."
The next four are collectively called the 'Brat Pack' or the 'Brat Quartet' since they are all thick as thieves.
In order of age in the photo from left to right, you have ringleader Henriette the viola (who is capable of playing the Violin II score with her enchantments), assistant identical twin mischief-makers Giuseppe the viola and Franz the cello, and last but not least Amélie the violin (her angelic innocent smile hides the mastermind of the Quartet).
"Right, here's the plan. Franz distracts Oldest Sister while Henriette acquires Dad's shaving cream to put in her shoes and Gieuseppe stands lookout. Got it team? Do this and Jacques is giving us all the chocolate that we can eat!"
The next one was a shock to the entire family as Yoko was not a European instrument at all. Family debates centered on whether the Koto was born because Claire's family was the Muramasas, Tony had Japanese ties, or because she was conceived the night Claire and Tony played to celebrate the anniversary of the Arashi Clan's founding at Ian Potter's Shrine. Regardless, favorite family compositions had to be reworked to include Yoko.
"It has been far too quiet today, I should be on the lookout for the Brat Pack as I meditate."
Shortly after that, Claire's wishes for some keyboard accompaniment for Mother to go with all the strings were granted at last. Although not quite in the way she had hoped as Johanna was a harpsichord and not a piano, but then Claire does enjoy Baroque pieces immensely.
**Hums happily as she plays Canon in D Major on Harpsichord behind her locked, bolted, and warded door to prevent interruptions and shenanigans**
Finally Claire had a final set of twins. Ludwig, the elder of the two, is the calm, studious bookend to his family's craziness as he plays double bass as the foundation for their antics.
**Keeps a careful eye on his door as he studies Enchantments For Musical Instruments**
What Ludwig has for calm studious temperament, his twin sister Jeannette makes up for in flighty nervous energy as she plays jazz, swing, ragtime, and other uptempo genres in endless creative variations on her Bosendorfer Grand Piano body. Mother was quite happy to have a daughter who she could do piano duets with at long last.
"Mou, I'm boooored! Nothing ever happens around here!"
**rolls over on her lid and starts to play jazz idly**
I just figured out who Jeannette is going to fall for as hard as... well... a falling piano . A certain tenor saxophone spirit from Nashville...
. A certain tenor saxophone spirit from Nashville...
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Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Yes. Yes, that sax would definitely do it. Although I fear for everyones sanity once their kids come around. Because we *know* a Benny Hill/Scooby Doo chase & door stunt would occur.
Daily.
While dad encourages them.
Mom can only hope to get them interested in J. P. Sousa, George Gershwin, Aaron Copeland, Benny Goodman. At least Louis Armstrong and Dizzy Gillespie!
(Louis Armstrong's & Dizzy Gillespie's trumpets as tsukumogami..... Oh, now I'd donate (semi-vital)organs to hear them play)
Daily.
While dad encourages them.
Mom can only hope to get them interested in J. P. Sousa, George Gershwin, Aaron Copeland, Benny Goodman. At least Louis Armstrong and Dizzy Gillespie!
(Louis Armstrong's & Dizzy Gillespie's trumpets as tsukumogami..... Oh, now I'd donate (semi-vital)organs to hear them play)
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- Location
- Deep in the Badlands of Equestria
Hmmm.... Crossing a concert piano with a saxophone; is that how you get pipe organs? 
Very good choice for photos for each grandchild's personality.
(However, I believe Yoko is in Chinese dress, not Japanese.)
I especially like Therese.Therese du Chasteler-Potter (The Oldest, the most responsible and dutiful, and primary sibling-herder, Violin):
"I'm so happy that I was able to sibling-sit so Mother and Father could spend a night out to relax."