Well, the tour of the base is nice.
Poi.
Hopefully some of them go to work at Yokosuka…
More than likely he would be able to.
Those should be replaced with vanishing cabinets and owl boxes.
One of life's greatest mysteries.
Sentence is borked.
Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
Batrix2070
For VI Space Commonwealth of Poland!
- Location
- On ORP Ryzykant, Brenna System
Ehren battles the demons of his past and learns about why God can be a groovy guy and that a priest is human too.
I'm not complaining and I'm not being ironic, it makes sense that she needs that to get out of her (stupid in a way) thinking.
Harry, on the other hand, once again demonstrates the Potters' luck in finding shiny things. And other interesting things too.
Pluta: At least he's not a Blood Raven, that would be a phase to find things.
I turn around and notice a certain Multiverse guard, they won't be surprised I nod my head in agreement as I imagine what if this were true then a shiver runs down my spine.
It would be bad but cool!
I'm not complaining and I'm not being ironic, it makes sense that she needs that to get out of her (stupid in a way) thinking.
Harry, on the other hand, once again demonstrates the Potters' luck in finding shiny things. And other interesting things too.
Pluta: At least he's not a Blood Raven, that would be a phase to find things.
I turn around and notice a certain Multiverse guard, they won't be surprised I nod my head in agreement as I imagine what if this were true then a shiver runs down my spine.
It would be bad but cool!
Pluta: Supreme, young Harry and who do you think? Santa Claus? He runs the charity with his company. And the payroll department in the bureaucracy of Multiversal Heaven and Purgatory is responsible for that on behalf of the Supreme, even after death the money exists.
Sounds like something straight out of a children's cartoon, or that Disney movie Zootopia?
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- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
Isn't this a mystery not of life, but of afterlife?
There has been speculation that the Blood Ravens are genetically descended from the Potter bloodline...
Batrix2070
For VI Space Commonwealth of Poland!
- Location
- On ORP Ryzykant, Brenna System
Wait a minute that one of the missing primarchs was Potter!
And I was already afraid that Magnus "He did nothing wrong" Red was their primarch.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
We should be glad that his only sub daughteru who's USN is Virginia-class, and thus not stacking subthief on top of Potterness. USS Abraham Potter is bad enough in that department.
I have to say, the Tsuchigumo Accountant is the highlight of the chapter for me. Then again, the Yokai part of the setting is probably my favorite aspect personally.
Is no one else going to talk about the fact the twins summoned with THE REMAINS OF PEKING MAN in their vaults?!?
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
There was an omake where Harry showed up wearing actual SM power armour modified for a human to wear. Which he claimed had been a gift to bemusement from Natsumi… oh, and a giant chicken man.
"Once fucking more, I am not a chicken, dammit! You and him are worse than that furry fuck of a brother of mine!"
Wolf470
USS Exeter (Millenium Falcon class scout)
- Location
- East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
A nice tour and the answer to an ages old mystery (Ume and Sakura have a secret for family only) all in all very sweet. (more Caramel.. good thing we already superheated my primary feed tank.)
🐺He's not missing... he just saw the way the Imperium trampled on the Federation he built in the early 15,000's and at first chance (particlularly seeings how they would treat his family (call them mutants and attack them) he arranged his 'death' and left for parts that the Imperium never covered with his multi million part family and friends... (they should reach the third Galaxy over and to the left any century now)
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Great snip, HL! Loved the Twins being all doki and sneaky!
Ahh yes! I do suspect that they plan to have Base Commander Potter sitting at their desks... frequently. (As a side note, the Yardmaster of HMANB Summer has a very nice set of office furnishings waiting for him too~)
Naughty, girls! So very super ultra-lewdly naughty! /Regina & Shinano'd
I see they do have plans to 'take dictation' with the Base Commander. Frequently. And their brother and sisters-in-law all know what they're thinking....
You won't just be sleeping in that chair, poor boy. They clearly plan to give it and you (and your desk) a workout in due time.
Well that's very convenient! Clearly, they are going to keep this for their base/home/office. Just be sure to give Desk-kun here the phone number of the De Breuil Desk's support group for traumatized furnishings.
Hah, that makes a lot of sense, and will be very very popular when the SoS falls. Also, the JMSDF is happy since even getting 1940s buildings to 2010s spec is cheap at the cost compared to building them from scratch.
Cure SUPER NAGAMON moment!
This was a very nice piece of worldbuilding. That valley is planned as your new home here, Harry. And yes, that makes perfect sense and is a very big caldera.
Yeah, VEI 7 would do it. That's well up there. And that's the volcano that will eventually expand the island, I do believe.
Yeah, that'sa good sized channel and will be useful for the JMSDF's needs. Makes sense, and probably the VEI 7 eruption massively expanded it with a pyroclastic flow or the like that blasted it much wider.
This was a wonderfully sweet moment. And the Twins are super-happy as one of their dreams gets crossed off the bucket list here.
Yes, it was something you said. Two thirsty twin girls' thoughts went to some very naughty places about 'being commanded' to help a certain young man 'find his way around them' with a little 'show and tell' exploration of the features....
Aki-kun is of course totally amused and stockpiling more ammo for later teasing.
Neat setup,a nd this is similar to the office that Delilah worked at for MACUSA when she wasn't in the field.
Heh. Again, makes sense. Zammy, of course, totally loved MACUSA's Floo Network.
Heh, that would be a boggle and a half. A spider yokai accountant!
Yeah, some things Harry is not meant to know.
Up to you if Miho and Misaki Fujii are his granddaughters (Miho and Misaki's fathers were Reserve Guards, but it's very possible that their mother was Takahiro's daughter). I'm totally good with that, or anything else you do with this plot thread.
Well now! What DO we have here?
Holy shit....
Well Potter Luck strikes again. I do suspect that Treasure Ship Shinano (or Treasure Ships Miitake, Ishikari, and Denryuu) are about to get an urgent tasking. And Ooyodo is going to be laughing like the Joker again.
Makes sense that the vault survived but was lost. Although the Twins obviously knew about it....
British Understatement. They will be breaking out the good sake again, kiddo, once a team scrambles to inventory, handle and transport this windfall.
Well, this will make Ms. Oda from the IHA very happy when the report passes her desk and a certain minor mystery is cleared up. So yes, it's all the Japanese government's property that is getting returned.
Holy shit again!! They're the Peking Man bones that vanished in 1941! Tokyo U's anthropology department is going to joygasm since they are literally priceless in understanding Homo erectus in Asia!
Hmm, interesting. I don't get the reference here, but I confess curiosity. Kamo's papers?
Oh MY. Well of course Kamo would be looking at this...
Yeah, they plan to hook up their loves here. Good for them!
(Oh yes, this will be a useful backstop for the Potters).
Heh, sneaky sneaky girls. Making plans to help their family out, and what the JMSDF doens't know, it can't worry about.
...dammit HarrySo innocently lewd.
So very very lewd....
Yeah, I'm sure something like that is going on. Also tsukumogami psychology as well, which Draco might want to read up on to interpret the signals being sent his way.
Thank you! Fr. Jacques is Sunhawk's creation and mostly his writing too. I can see him talkign shop to Schild Gottes once they meet and helping her with her wounds (it's his calling).
It really does fit rabbit extremely well as her theme (along side Within Temptation's Faster)
owlmessenger
Parts Guy Extraordinaire
- Location
- New York
Uh ... What? Unsure if author hit RAEG mode or if referencing something, please clarify.
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Completely unnecessary, since the vault is part of Ume and Sakura's Installation. They can just make the delivery in person, as Leferts pointed out on SB.
I would believe that this is a reference to "If the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech Device," a cracky parody series based on Warhammer 40,000.
Batrix2070
For VI Space Commonwealth of Poland!
- Location
- On ORP Ryzykant, Brenna System
Pluta: Boss should I kill him?
Not yet, but if he starts making a mess you can massacre him.
Pluta salutes in Polish: Tajes!
Not crazy, just a true story that really happened and not some books and codexs from GW. What they write is heresy.
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- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
A. N. -- The other half of a ButterDagger's confession. Prior snip here. Again, much gratitude for @LordSunhawk co-writing this with me.
Induite Vos Arma Dei (II)
Enroute to Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014
7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 10 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 11 For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. 12 So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.
13 It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." Since we have that same spirit of faith, we also believe and therefore speak, 14 because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you to himself. 15 All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.
16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. -- 2 Corinthians 4:7-18
Finally Ehren found her voice as she turned onto the Rue du Chasteler. "Claire! How could you bet on… on… on… MY FIRST KISS! WITH DRACO!!" Said voice was cracking quite badly, as was her cool mask.
Claire giggled teasingly. "Simple! I just talked to Aunt Jackie and put part of my allowance in as a deposit!"
The good father simply smiled beatifically. Butter would not melt in his mouth, based on his expression, and sweetness and light surrounded him in a pure aura of innocence.
Claire then smiled smugly at the saint occupying the back seat. "So, what date did you put your money on, Father Jacques?"
"I admit that I placed my bet on the Yule Ball as well when Ms Fox inquired if I would pitch in." he said placidly.
The piano sighed dreamily with a joy-filled smile. "Ehren was so happy sitting in Draco's lap and smooching him. I could see that even though I was playing piano on the other side of the dance floor. And had drunk my own share of Paulaner Doppelbock as well."
"Claire!!" A certain crimson-faced Prussian wailed when this fresh betrayal registered upon the release of the good sisterly blackmail material to the Inquisition. "I... I can't! I gave my word! What Draco and Johnston and Niobe and Cleo have is so right and pure and wond--" She started to list off the reasons that she had to deny her attraction to Draco and his Fleet when she was suddenly interrupted before the Ehren Express' locomotive could properly leave her train station en-route to Guiltsville once more.
"Yes, and?" the priest interrupted smoothly, leaving the dagger speechless and open mouthed again as the armor-piercing question landed with devastating effect.
"You are worthy of happiness, Ehren. You are loved, you deserve love, you deserve happiness. Granted, enjoying God's beautiful creation on this lovely winter day is one form of happiness. But you, Ehren, must stop thinking yourself unworthy of love, undeserving of happiness. You have only begun your journey through God's wonderful creation, and will go places and see things that I shall never see. But our God is one of love, our God is one of joy. He wants what is best for you, not to punish you, not to see you punish yourself. The only way to be unworthy of God's love is to choose to reject His love. The far more important question, of course, that you should answer in your heart, is if young Master Malfoy is worthy of the great heart that beats within your own chest." With that parting shot to the heart, he leaned back in the sinfully comfortable upholstery.
Ehren winced and shrank into herself as she took the next turn on autopilot. "Cousin Draco is a Hero Of Legend. He is brave, strong, clever, honorable, and compassionate to me… me! He's worthy to wield me in war and peace. But---"
"But me no buts, Fräulein du Chasteler." Father Jacques said crisply, in a voice that had quelled many a young sailor in his years afloat. "If you asked him to describe you, what words would he use?" He smiled slightly. "I do believe they would be 'she's so brave, clever, strong, honorable, and compassionate', since that, my dear child, is what I and all who know and love you would say. Nothing about Master Malfoy leads me to believe he is such a poor deluded fool as to disagree with me, eh?"
Ehren shook her head, words spilling from her lips in an unguarded stream of consciousness as her first tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "He trusts me! More than I can trust myself! I don't know what he sees in me! He… he and Niobe have seen me at my worst, when I was reliving Verdun and lost control of Grendel--"
Father Jacques stifled a smile, remembering watching a certain dagger before her morning coffee to blood ratio reached critical mass. 'I've seen you at your wurst, Ehren,' he thought, but he knew that now was not the time for humor, not when the dam had finally broken and the ice had cracked to release the spring flood.
Claire was also silent, letting her sister do what was required for her solo vocal soprano aria written for this trio piece scored for dagger, priest and piano.
Ehren slammed the brakes once the car passed the gate at the end of the driveway to the castle. Without thinking she set the parking brake and took several deep breaths.
The dagger screwed up her face and then asked the car in the voice of a hurting little girl at the end of her rope. "Why does he trust me so!? ME!! A person who was so tempted to drag him away from Johnston and Niobe to make him mine at the party!"
"Now I may be retired now, my dear, but I've been at sea for much of my life, and have had the honor and privilege of getting to know many shipgirls." The old priest smiled benignly. "Ships at sea are quite understanding when two members of the same task force sail detached for a time. Miss Connie was quite amusing in her observations in that regard. And, I hasten to add, the Congregation for the Doctrine of Faith has been debating this issue, and several dispensations have been issued permitting the formation of 'fleets', hrmmm?" He drummed his fingers on his cassock. "So tell me, my child, would two cruisers and a battleship… I mean destroyer, my mistake, the lack of sleeves always throws my ship identification off these days, truly object to expanding their formation?"
Claire leaned over and hugged her sister. The piano took the chance to put the manual transmission into neutral, since Ehren was standing on the clutch and brake and in no shape to drive despite her death grip on the wheel.
Ehren shook her head jerkily, tears falling like rain. She babbled out distressed words. "Someone like me will damage what they have. Hurt them! I'm selfish, I-- I--- desire to claim---"
"Perhaps, but perhaps you should allow them the courtesy and grace to make that decision for themselves, rather than making it for them. And Ehren, you are not 'selfish', nor are you unworthy, nor are you the sort to harm those you love. Rather you harm yourself. And that, my child, is equally a sin in the eyes of our Lord and Savior. He wishes for you to be happy, to know the fullness of happiness and love. God is Love. And He loved you so much that he sent his only begotten Son to save you on the Cross of redemption." His voice rang with the iron of conviction and Faith, the old priest speaking from that deep wellspring of Faith.
Ehren's face froze, tears trickling down from her cheeks as she wept uncontrollably.
Then she suddenly threw the driver's door open, jumped out, and bolted down the snow-covered driveway toward Castle Moulbaix like the Hounds of Hell were nipping at her heels.
Claire shook her head as she watched her sister's flight take her around the bend in the driveway. The piano sighed and spoke in a compassionate tone. "She took your advice better than I expected, Father. Not good at all, but better than I feared. Poor Ehren."
"I think she reacted precisely as I expected her to, actually. Perhaps now she can start to heal, now that these wounds have been cleansed." He said with equanimity.
"Would you be so kind as to help an old man up the drive, my dear child?"
"You don't want me to drive us the rest of the way?" The piano muttered with a pout. "Nobody lets me drive Mother's car!"
Fr Jacques grinned, suddenly looking like a schoolboy once more. "Ahhh, but my dear, have you actually gotten your license yet? What would your mother say if I were to encourage you to drive her car without her in it? After all, I have been reliably informed that I am not allowed to teach any of you youngsters any of my bad habits behind the wheel."
Claire grinned happily when she slid over to the driver's seat, ignoring the still-open door and still-set emergency brake. "I'll get you there, Father!"
With a grinding sound, Claire slammed the car back into gear and floored the gas.
"In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum benedicta to in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. BRAKES!!"
Author's Note: For those of us not Catholic or up on our Latin, Father Jacques was saying the Ave Maria prayer in Church Latin after calling upon the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit:
Induite Vos Arma Dei (II)
Enroute to Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014
7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 10 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 11 For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. 12 So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.
13 It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." Since we have that same spirit of faith, we also believe and therefore speak, 14 because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you to himself. 15 All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.
16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. -- 2 Corinthians 4:7-18
Finally Ehren found her voice as she turned onto the Rue du Chasteler. "Claire! How could you bet on… on… on… MY FIRST KISS! WITH DRACO!!" Said voice was cracking quite badly, as was her cool mask.
Claire giggled teasingly. "Simple! I just talked to Aunt Jackie and put part of my allowance in as a deposit!"
The good father simply smiled beatifically. Butter would not melt in his mouth, based on his expression, and sweetness and light surrounded him in a pure aura of innocence.
Claire then smiled smugly at the saint occupying the back seat. "So, what date did you put your money on, Father Jacques?"
"I admit that I placed my bet on the Yule Ball as well when Ms Fox inquired if I would pitch in." he said placidly.
The piano sighed dreamily with a joy-filled smile. "Ehren was so happy sitting in Draco's lap and smooching him. I could see that even though I was playing piano on the other side of the dance floor. And had drunk my own share of Paulaner Doppelbock as well."
"Claire!!" A certain crimson-faced Prussian wailed when this fresh betrayal registered upon the release of the good sisterly blackmail material to the Inquisition. "I... I can't! I gave my word! What Draco and Johnston and Niobe and Cleo have is so right and pure and wond--" She started to list off the reasons that she had to deny her attraction to Draco and his Fleet when she was suddenly interrupted before the Ehren Express' locomotive could properly leave her train station en-route to Guiltsville once more.
"Yes, and?" the priest interrupted smoothly, leaving the dagger speechless and open mouthed again as the armor-piercing question landed with devastating effect.
"You are worthy of happiness, Ehren. You are loved, you deserve love, you deserve happiness. Granted, enjoying God's beautiful creation on this lovely winter day is one form of happiness. But you, Ehren, must stop thinking yourself unworthy of love, undeserving of happiness. You have only begun your journey through God's wonderful creation, and will go places and see things that I shall never see. But our God is one of love, our God is one of joy. He wants what is best for you, not to punish you, not to see you punish yourself. The only way to be unworthy of God's love is to choose to reject His love. The far more important question, of course, that you should answer in your heart, is if young Master Malfoy is worthy of the great heart that beats within your own chest." With that parting shot to the heart, he leaned back in the sinfully comfortable upholstery.
Ehren winced and shrank into herself as she took the next turn on autopilot. "Cousin Draco is a Hero Of Legend. He is brave, strong, clever, honorable, and compassionate to me… me! He's worthy to wield me in war and peace. But---"
"But me no buts, Fräulein du Chasteler." Father Jacques said crisply, in a voice that had quelled many a young sailor in his years afloat. "If you asked him to describe you, what words would he use?" He smiled slightly. "I do believe they would be 'she's so brave, clever, strong, honorable, and compassionate', since that, my dear child, is what I and all who know and love you would say. Nothing about Master Malfoy leads me to believe he is such a poor deluded fool as to disagree with me, eh?"
Ehren shook her head, words spilling from her lips in an unguarded stream of consciousness as her first tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "He trusts me! More than I can trust myself! I don't know what he sees in me! He… he and Niobe have seen me at my worst, when I was reliving Verdun and lost control of Grendel--"
Father Jacques stifled a smile, remembering watching a certain dagger before her morning coffee to blood ratio reached critical mass. 'I've seen you at your wurst, Ehren,' he thought, but he knew that now was not the time for humor, not when the dam had finally broken and the ice had cracked to release the spring flood.
Claire was also silent, letting her sister do what was required for her solo vocal soprano aria written for this trio piece scored for dagger, priest and piano.
Ehren slammed the brakes once the car passed the gate at the end of the driveway to the castle. Without thinking she set the parking brake and took several deep breaths.
The dagger screwed up her face and then asked the car in the voice of a hurting little girl at the end of her rope. "Why does he trust me so!? ME!! A person who was so tempted to drag him away from Johnston and Niobe to make him mine at the party!"
"Now I may be retired now, my dear, but I've been at sea for much of my life, and have had the honor and privilege of getting to know many shipgirls." The old priest smiled benignly. "Ships at sea are quite understanding when two members of the same task force sail detached for a time. Miss Connie was quite amusing in her observations in that regard. And, I hasten to add, the Congregation for the Doctrine of Faith has been debating this issue, and several dispensations have been issued permitting the formation of 'fleets', hrmmm?" He drummed his fingers on his cassock. "So tell me, my child, would two cruisers and a battleship… I mean destroyer, my mistake, the lack of sleeves always throws my ship identification off these days, truly object to expanding their formation?"
Claire leaned over and hugged her sister. The piano took the chance to put the manual transmission into neutral, since Ehren was standing on the clutch and brake and in no shape to drive despite her death grip on the wheel.
Ehren shook her head jerkily, tears falling like rain. She babbled out distressed words. "Someone like me will damage what they have. Hurt them! I'm selfish, I-- I--- desire to claim---"
"Perhaps, but perhaps you should allow them the courtesy and grace to make that decision for themselves, rather than making it for them. And Ehren, you are not 'selfish', nor are you unworthy, nor are you the sort to harm those you love. Rather you harm yourself. And that, my child, is equally a sin in the eyes of our Lord and Savior. He wishes for you to be happy, to know the fullness of happiness and love. God is Love. And He loved you so much that he sent his only begotten Son to save you on the Cross of redemption." His voice rang with the iron of conviction and Faith, the old priest speaking from that deep wellspring of Faith.
Ehren's face froze, tears trickling down from her cheeks as she wept uncontrollably.
Then she suddenly threw the driver's door open, jumped out, and bolted down the snow-covered driveway toward Castle Moulbaix like the Hounds of Hell were nipping at her heels.
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Claire shook her head as she watched her sister's flight take her around the bend in the driveway. The piano sighed and spoke in a compassionate tone. "She took your advice better than I expected, Father. Not good at all, but better than I feared. Poor Ehren."
"I think she reacted precisely as I expected her to, actually. Perhaps now she can start to heal, now that these wounds have been cleansed." He said with equanimity.
"Would you be so kind as to help an old man up the drive, my dear child?"
"You don't want me to drive us the rest of the way?" The piano muttered with a pout. "Nobody lets me drive Mother's car!"
Fr Jacques grinned, suddenly looking like a schoolboy once more. "Ahhh, but my dear, have you actually gotten your license yet? What would your mother say if I were to encourage you to drive her car without her in it? After all, I have been reliably informed that I am not allowed to teach any of you youngsters any of my bad habits behind the wheel."
Claire grinned happily when she slid over to the driver's seat, ignoring the still-open door and still-set emergency brake. "I'll get you there, Father!"
With a grinding sound, Claire slammed the car back into gear and floored the gas.
"In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum benedicta to in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. BRAKES!!"
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Author's Note: For those of us not Catholic or up on our Latin, Father Jacques was saying the Ave Maria prayer in Church Latin after calling upon the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit:
| Ávē Marī́a, grā́tiā plḗna, Dóminus tḗcum. Benedícta tū in muliéribus, et benedíctus frū́ctus véntris túī, Iḗsūs.[14] Sā́ncta Marī́a, Mā́ter Déī, ṓrā prō nṓbīs peccātṓribus, nunc et in hṓrā mórtis nóstrae. Āmēn. | Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen. |
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"Mou, the autocorrupt turned Claire into Clear."
Your.
And in English, that is?
Hoo boy, Fr Jacques knows just how to bypass a Prussain Butterdagger's arguments.
And of course, he encourages Leadfoot Claire to sin a little!
Honestly, what would happen if Ehren wound up spouting all of this garbage that she's "unworthy of Draco's love because she's a selfish, disgusting, wretched, NAZI DAGGER who would simply take him for herself (just like Pansy would)" TO DRACO AND HIS GIRLS?
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Autocorrupt is now decorrupted.
Added the Author's Note with the translation. (It's the Hail Mary prayer in Latin since Fr. Jacques was wondering if he'd be reporting Upstairs before reaching Moulbaix.)
He's very good at the 'saving souls' part of the calling. He also knows Ehren well enough to land his verbal shots with devastating effect. As Sunhawk said to me after writing this 'Connie would be proud with his accuracy and hits through the armor belt'.
Now it won't be immediate, oh no, but he's knocked some things loose and given Ehren a lot to think about and internalize. This will have an effect down the road.
No, he just asked her what her mother would think. He really had no clue why Claire wasn't driving. Key words: HAD NO CLUE.
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So many lovely posts!
And such lewd installations.
Are youkai immune to asbestos?
...IamamanIdonotsquee. IamamanIdonotsquee. IamamanIdonot-
"Squeeeeeee!"
...dammit.
And such lewd installations.
Are youkai immune to asbestos?
...IamamanIdonotsquee. IamamanIdonotsquee. IamamanIdonot-
"Squeeeeeee!"
...dammit.
I think good Father is old enough without Claire's driving depriving him of even more years of his life.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Indeed he is.
As the old joke says, the person through the Gates of Heaven first in the car crash is the Middle Eastern taxi driver because he made so many passengers find religion when he was behind the wheel. This also applies to pianos in cars.
Wolf470
USS Exeter (Millenium Falcon class scout)
- Location
- East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
More chinks in the 'I'm not worthy' armor for Ehren... I fully approve!!!!
Jadesteele
Out of my Mind - Back in 5 Minutes
- Location
- half-way between 'Crazy' And 'Eccentric'
Well, I never saw THAT coming - I should have, given how often Lost treasures seem to appear around Harry and Co...
Oh, and I'm Calling it: The Twins first kids are gonna be conceived in that Office.
Considering the taxi drivers, hell, all drivers around here, not sure if that is a joke or God's honest truth.