- Location
- California
Insert Kosh Quote here: "YES."
Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
Insert Kosh Quote here: "YES."
Jadesteele
Out of my Mind - Back in 5 Minutes
- Location
- half-way between 'Crazy' And 'Eccentric'
And Xbox gamepass just added the sword-girls favorite game - 'Boyfriend Dungeon', a game revolving about collecting, using (and dating, apparently) male weaponspirits. 
Including a Lightsaber. 
Including a Lightsaber.
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- Pronouns
- he
For me, the katana, speed is always useful.
Ehren really needed that, I think.
Kehehe.
See, Ehren? They ship you and Draco, too.
Imagine them starting to hire Manjuus. Something about them branching out.
Wait... has he never been in his family vault in Gringotts?
And I consider his family armory a bit more impressive.
You know Nazi gold? Now, if someone would hear about this, people would talk about Kamo gold.
Lovely church, in and out. And the organ is beautiful.
...
Pity the nearest church to me is a honestly unpleasant to look at piece of modern architecture.
I don't know the exact school, but to me, it looks a bit brutalist.
...
Fuck Games Workshop.
One of the few things I like about Warhammer stopped because of their new policies...
Wante more? I got more:
What I imagined...
*cackles* Well... she's a piano. Of course, she floors it.
And good to know the father knows how to cut trough to Ehren.
Guess that's the experience of a military chaplain.
...
I know off-topic, but would Rabbit recognize his voice? He prayed for her during her funeral, after all.
Wolf470
USS Exeter (Millenium Falcon class scout)
- Location
- East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
Precision is what works for me... you can be the fastest man in the universe, if you have no idea where to hit something, you're just blowing in the wind.
?
What did their new policy stop??
If the Emperor had a Text to Speech device, a long-running and absolutely hilarious youtube series. GW basically decided "fan-created animated content is not allowed" as their new policy, possibly as a way of boosting their upcoming(?) subscription service.
Wolf470
USS Exeter (Millenium Falcon class scout)
- Location
- East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
Well that sucks... 🐺 Since I've never been into Warhammer 40K I can't say much... although their computer games are fun - Battlefleet Gothic Armada I & II, the Dawn of War series and Space Hulk were all fun.
🐺 Since I've never been into Warhammer 40K I can't say much... although their computer games are fun - Battlefleet Gothic Armada I & II, the Dawn of War series and Space Hulk were all fun.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Ahh, good point. I didn't realize that was the case.
Indeed she did. And she will eventually start to accept that he's got a point and she really does deserve love.
Oh yes. But this really did break Ehren hard. Especially when she found out that her sister and priest were putting money on her romantic activities.
Thank you, it actually is a real church and a very nice one.
Pretty much, yes. She
CLAIRE LEADFOOT DRIVES AGAIN! (and yes, Claire has a heavy foot on the gas)
Yeah, he's got a lot of skill and experience in helping people which really helps Ehren here.
Indeed it is!
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Then there's the Four-Barreled Blunderbuss. I can see this:
Kidd: Yarr! It be a four-barreled blunderbuss!
Random Person: It could also be called a Quad-Fire Flower Death Stick.
Kidd: Ooh, that's a name I surely be likin'!
Ok, so I'm guessing Nagato will be moving to the caldera once she gets those pictures...
That would be the Peking Man.
This would be the Awa Maru, but there was one survivor: a steward named Shimoda Kantaro, who led an extremely charmed life; he was also a survivor of no less than three previous merchant ship sinkings. Awa Maru's Captain at the time of her sinking was Merchant Captain Hamada Matsutaro.
Uh-oh.
If I recall, she is back as a shipgirl. Also, while you could say someone is charmed to have survived 4 ships sinking, that's pretty bad luck for 4 ships to have sunk under him too.
- Location
- Somewhere
I don't know if anyone has mentioned it yet, but thanks to an emotional post in another thread, I find myself wondering if RMS Carpathia has returned. The one ship that might, even for just a fraction of a moment, break through the hate of OLD.
Why? Carpathia is a merchant ship. Ocean Liner Demon has no issues with merchant ships, she's even quite amiable so long as the conversation doesn't have anything to do with war or warships. If you are assuming that her role in the Titanic disaster would mean anything, I counter with Carpathia's fate in WWI: U-Boat victim.
...Yeah, Carpathia is far from the ideal ship to use if your goal is to kill OLD. I mean, 'get through her hate.'
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All of those are from Azur Lane aren't they?
Yes. In fact, almost all of the pictures (s)he has posted have involved AL characters.
I think he meant that Carpathia is likely one of the few ships OLD would willing converse with, since she was the first to respond to Titanic's SOS and the first on the scene after she sank. Because of that fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was one of the few ships OLD has a fully positive opinion of.
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- Location
- Somewhere
I meant that she'd actually be civil. Don't imagine Carpathia would want to kill much of anything. She's famous for fighting against death afterall. First in her damn near physics breaking marathon sprint to Titanic, and then again when she held together long enough for her entire crew to safely escape, minus the 5 who died in the actual explosion.
Almost all of them, the others are of the Girls Frontline gynoids. Do you know which AL Shipgirls were shown in that set of pictures?
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
A. N. -- A penitent piano, a rosary, and a blessing as Ehren prepares to confront Pansy. Prior snip here. Again, much gratitude for @LordSunhawk co-writing this with me.
Induite Vos Arma Dei (III)
Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
Wednesday, November 26th, 2014
4 But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5 made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. 6 And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7 in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9 not by works, so that no one can boast. 10 For we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. -- Ephesians 2:4-10
Ehren gave a small smug smile full of Schadenfreude as she glanced out the window to see what was going on outside the garage and stable house. A certain grumpy piano was expiating her sentence in the highly unamused Marchioness of Chasteler and Moulbaix's doghouse by washing the mud, slush, twigs, and leaves off Colombe's freshly Reparoed 1928 Mercedes Limousine.
She then sighed and shook her head.
As much fun as it would be to just enjoy the just comeuppance of a certain piano who had been revealing Streng Geheim sisterly information to the clergy, she had bigger worries. Her treacherous feelings for Draco would have to wait, for he had a totally unsuitable and dangerous girl after him.
Pansy Parkinson....
Ehren's eyes hardened as she jealously remembered that utter stupid bitch of a flabby-uddered Slytherin brat who was dabbling with necromancy and involved in Death Eater circles.
The only way that Pansy would get her hooks into Draco was over a dead body.
Preferably Pansy's.
With that in mind, she about-faced, squared her shoulders and decided to seek out Cortana and Father Jacques.
The first step of battle planning was to gather intelligence about the enemy, after all.
Her search eventually bore fruit on the second floor of the library, where Father Jacques had a bottle of medicinal Kirschwasser cherry schnapps from Colombe's cellar upon the table at his elbow to brace his badly shaken nerves after the unspeakable horrors of what Aunt Del would have called 'The Piano 500' that had been run yesterday.
He was reading the Summa Theologica and discussing something in it with the spirit of Cortana, who was sitting across from him in one of the hardwood chairs by the roaring fireplace with her own glass of spirits.
Ehren coughed loudly when she stuck her head around the corner of a bookcase. "If it is inconvenient or an interruption, I can come back another time," she began hesitantly.
"It is never an inconvenience to spend time with you, my child." The old priest said with a slight smile. "What can an old duffer like me do for you on this lovely day?"
Ehren glanced at Cortana, then gave a very faint smile. "Actually I am in need of consultation, regarding the young lady who has been dabbling in necromancy at Hogwarts." Cortana's eyes flashed and she scowled in clear distaste at the unwelcome statement. "Since I will have to deal with her sooner rather than later, I am looking for edges for the inevitable confrontation. I know that your brother has the experience fighting such black magicians that I need, so I would appreciate any insights that you could share."
"I see." Fr Jacques steepled his fingers in front of his face for a moment, then leaned back, setting the beautifully bound volume he had been reading aside. "I had hoped to wait to give you this until your confirmation, my dear child." He then said seriously. "Cortana, would you do me a great service and fetch the applewood box from the rectory? I believe it is in the second cabinet on the left, and has an icon of St Michael the Archangel embossed in the wood."
"Of course, Father!" Cortana responded at once, heading that way with commendable haste.
Ehren pulled up a third chair after the other blade spirit departed.
The dagger took a deep breath. "I shall be performing a spirit walk to break the bond between Parkinson and the poor Veela ghost that she has shackled. It is a magical ritual that the American Indians had highly refined. According to Aunt Del's advice when I called her yesterday afternoon, it is quite effective against a necromancer's bound spirits." The dagger's face turned briefly gleefully smug. "Also, it seems that my grandfather Norimune has had one of her lost loves perhaps return as an American shipgirl."
The elderly priest chuckled slightly. "That would be quite interesting, from what I know of Ms Norimune." He said, then sobered. "From my understanding a Spirit Walk is quite dangerous, I shall pray for your safety, my child. But perhaps I can also offer something more substantial. Remember this, there is no soul so lost to God that they cannot seek and find redemption, when confronting evil, remember that the ultimate victory is not their destruction, but their reformation. Hold this in your heart, Christ died for all of our sins, from the most trivial and venal to the most grotesque and terrible, and he offers his perfect love and forgiveness to all. And also," he paused to take a sip of Kirschwasser, "remember this also. Mercy can be as sharp as any blade, and twice as deadly to the Foe."
Ehren nodded solemnly. "That is true. After… what happened to my Vati... I vowed to do my utmost to prevent another soul in need falling to darkness like he did. I regret that I was unable to save him, and often wonder if I could have done more to save the good man that he once was from the monster that he became before I manifested." Her eyes were shadowed and her somber voice was haunted.
Whatever Father Jacques would say about this wound that Ehren had just shared with him was preempted by the arrival of Cortana with the requested box.
He smiled at that and rose from his chair, gesturing for Ehren to do the same. "If you could open the box and hold it out?" He requested the sword spirit.
Cortana smiled and bowed her head. "Of course, Father!"
She opened the box and took out a gunmetal combat rosary which was well cared for but had clearly seen better days. There were small shrapnel scars marring several of the beads, while the antique bronze medallion of St. Michael on the loop had a gouge taken out of it by edged metal, severing the neck of the dragon being subdued in fact.
Cortana raised an eyebrow as her fingers traced the scars. "There is a history to this one, Father."
"Indeed there is, one which I shall share in a moment." He replied with a faint smile.
He then lifted his hands in benediction. "Our help is in the name of the Lord." He intoned in his age roughened voice.
Ehren reverently bowed her head and responded as she had been taught and guided in her studies of the Faith, "Who made Heaven and Earth."
She was followed a moment later by Cortana, who had been keeping her vigil when the Rosary had been granted to Saint Dominic in 1214. While the concept of keeping count of prayers with beads had been known by her and her Master, the practice had not yet been regularized by Pope Pius V. So the elder sword was seeing the blessing of a rosary done for the first time in her life.
"The Lord be with you." Father Jacques continued.
"And with your Spirit." Ehren and Cortana replied as the younger spirit braced to attention.
The elderly priest bowed his head. "Let us pray. Almighty and Merciful God, whom it pleased to reveal the mystery of the Blessed Trinity through Your only begotten Son, and through the prophets and the Apostles, so that we on Earth, imitating the choirs of holy angels might offer devout and worthy praise to you; we appeal to your goodness, asking that you bless…" He made the sign of the cross over the rosary. "And hallow…" He again made the sign of blessing. "This rosary, which the Church has sanctioned for the honor and praise of the Most Holy Trinity. Let it be endowed with such power by the Holy Spirit..." A third time he made the sign of blessing over the rosary, "that whomever carries it on her person or reverently keeps it in her home, or devoutly recites it may be protected by you from every danger to body and soul. Let her share in all the graces, privileges, and indulgences granted by the Holy See, and in the hour of death let her deserve to be presented by your holy angels at the Throne of Your Divine Majesty; through Christ, our Lord."
"Amen!" All three voices chorused as one.
Fr Jacques reached into his cassock and withdrew a small stoppered brass cylinder. He removed the cross-shaped stopper and sprinkled a few drops of holy water onto the Rosary in blessing, before resealing and replacing the cylinder into his pocket.
Cortana's eyes were thoughtful. Once it was clear that the blessing was complete she murmured Ephesians 6:16 in her Medieval Latin. "In omnibus sumentes scutum fidei in quo possitis omnia tela nequissimi ignea extinguere."
Ehren blinked, for the old rosary now seemed to glow with an inward light that the fireplace illuminating it was not causing.
With a slight wince, as his old bones were aching him, the elderly priest sat back down, motioning for the others to join him. "My father rescued that rosary from the rectory of the church in Ath, before the Nazis could loot it like they had the rest of the sacred vessels. Upon my ordination he passed it on to me." He smiled faintly. "And so I pass it on to you, Ehren du Chasteler. Cortana, would you be so kind as to give the rosary to our sister in the Faith?"
Cortana bowed her head obediently.
"It would be my honor, Father."
With that quiet statement she bowed her head over the rosary to whisper a prayer in Medieval Latin before reverently handing it to Ehren.
Ehren bowed her head in turn, rubbing a thumb thoughtfully across the scars. "I accept the charge, Father, and shall do my best -- God willing -- to live up to what it represents to you and your family."
"Ehren!" Colombe stuck her head around the corner. "Oh, there you are…." Her voice tailed off and her eyes got wide at the tableaux. "Mon Dieu! Where did you find that?!"
Ehren snapped to attention, still clutching the rosary. "Father Jacques has just finished blessing it for me. He said that he planned to gift it to me at my confirmation, but I have need of it to handle a spiritual matter in the near future."
Colombe walked over and extended her hand. "May I…?"
Ehren handed the rosary to her mother. "Zu Befehl, Mutti!"
Then Ehren's eyes narrowed when Colombe rubbed her fingers across the scars and gently caressed the antique bronze Saint Michael medal attached to the loop. "I was issued this rosary in 1917." The rapier whispered. "I was serving alongside the Americans and one of their chaplains, Father O'Malley, gave me this since he had an additional one and he claimed that I was in need of it. The damage to it is from a shell burst in the Argonne that got through my shields and wounded me badly. I later lost it during the retreat to Dunkirk in 1940."
Author's Note: Cortana was quoting the Latin Vulgate of her era. The English translation of the verse is: Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. Fitting for blessing and sanctifying a rosary which Ehren will use to protect the innocent and fight for good, no?
Induite Vos Arma Dei (III)
Castle Moulbaix, Belgium
Wednesday, November 26th, 2014
4 But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5 made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. 6 And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7 in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9 not by works, so that no one can boast. 10 For we are God's handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. -- Ephesians 2:4-10
Ehren gave a small smug smile full of Schadenfreude as she glanced out the window to see what was going on outside the garage and stable house. A certain grumpy piano was expiating her sentence in the highly unamused Marchioness of Chasteler and Moulbaix's doghouse by washing the mud, slush, twigs, and leaves off Colombe's freshly Reparoed 1928 Mercedes Limousine.
She then sighed and shook her head.
As much fun as it would be to just enjoy the just comeuppance of a certain piano who had been revealing Streng Geheim sisterly information to the clergy, she had bigger worries. Her treacherous feelings for Draco would have to wait, for he had a totally unsuitable and dangerous girl after him.
Pansy Parkinson....
Ehren's eyes hardened as she jealously remembered that utter stupid bitch of a flabby-uddered Slytherin brat who was dabbling with necromancy and involved in Death Eater circles.
The only way that Pansy would get her hooks into Draco was over a dead body.
Preferably Pansy's.
With that in mind, she about-faced, squared her shoulders and decided to seek out Cortana and Father Jacques.
The first step of battle planning was to gather intelligence about the enemy, after all.
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Her search eventually bore fruit on the second floor of the library, where Father Jacques had a bottle of medicinal Kirschwasser cherry schnapps from Colombe's cellar upon the table at his elbow to brace his badly shaken nerves after the unspeakable horrors of what Aunt Del would have called 'The Piano 500' that had been run yesterday.
He was reading the Summa Theologica and discussing something in it with the spirit of Cortana, who was sitting across from him in one of the hardwood chairs by the roaring fireplace with her own glass of spirits.
Ehren coughed loudly when she stuck her head around the corner of a bookcase. "If it is inconvenient or an interruption, I can come back another time," she began hesitantly.
"It is never an inconvenience to spend time with you, my child." The old priest said with a slight smile. "What can an old duffer like me do for you on this lovely day?"
Ehren glanced at Cortana, then gave a very faint smile. "Actually I am in need of consultation, regarding the young lady who has been dabbling in necromancy at Hogwarts." Cortana's eyes flashed and she scowled in clear distaste at the unwelcome statement. "Since I will have to deal with her sooner rather than later, I am looking for edges for the inevitable confrontation. I know that your brother has the experience fighting such black magicians that I need, so I would appreciate any insights that you could share."
"I see." Fr Jacques steepled his fingers in front of his face for a moment, then leaned back, setting the beautifully bound volume he had been reading aside. "I had hoped to wait to give you this until your confirmation, my dear child." He then said seriously. "Cortana, would you do me a great service and fetch the applewood box from the rectory? I believe it is in the second cabinet on the left, and has an icon of St Michael the Archangel embossed in the wood."
"Of course, Father!" Cortana responded at once, heading that way with commendable haste.
Ehren pulled up a third chair after the other blade spirit departed.
The dagger took a deep breath. "I shall be performing a spirit walk to break the bond between Parkinson and the poor Veela ghost that she has shackled. It is a magical ritual that the American Indians had highly refined. According to Aunt Del's advice when I called her yesterday afternoon, it is quite effective against a necromancer's bound spirits." The dagger's face turned briefly gleefully smug. "Also, it seems that my grandfather Norimune has had one of her lost loves perhaps return as an American shipgirl."
The elderly priest chuckled slightly. "That would be quite interesting, from what I know of Ms Norimune." He said, then sobered. "From my understanding a Spirit Walk is quite dangerous, I shall pray for your safety, my child. But perhaps I can also offer something more substantial. Remember this, there is no soul so lost to God that they cannot seek and find redemption, when confronting evil, remember that the ultimate victory is not their destruction, but their reformation. Hold this in your heart, Christ died for all of our sins, from the most trivial and venal to the most grotesque and terrible, and he offers his perfect love and forgiveness to all. And also," he paused to take a sip of Kirschwasser, "remember this also. Mercy can be as sharp as any blade, and twice as deadly to the Foe."
Ehren nodded solemnly. "That is true. After… what happened to my Vati... I vowed to do my utmost to prevent another soul in need falling to darkness like he did. I regret that I was unable to save him, and often wonder if I could have done more to save the good man that he once was from the monster that he became before I manifested." Her eyes were shadowed and her somber voice was haunted.
Whatever Father Jacques would say about this wound that Ehren had just shared with him was preempted by the arrival of Cortana with the requested box.
He smiled at that and rose from his chair, gesturing for Ehren to do the same. "If you could open the box and hold it out?" He requested the sword spirit.
Cortana smiled and bowed her head. "Of course, Father!"
She opened the box and took out a gunmetal combat rosary which was well cared for but had clearly seen better days. There were small shrapnel scars marring several of the beads, while the antique bronze medallion of St. Michael on the loop had a gouge taken out of it by edged metal, severing the neck of the dragon being subdued in fact.
Cortana raised an eyebrow as her fingers traced the scars. "There is a history to this one, Father."
"Indeed there is, one which I shall share in a moment." He replied with a faint smile.
He then lifted his hands in benediction. "Our help is in the name of the Lord." He intoned in his age roughened voice.
Ehren reverently bowed her head and responded as she had been taught and guided in her studies of the Faith, "Who made Heaven and Earth."
She was followed a moment later by Cortana, who had been keeping her vigil when the Rosary had been granted to Saint Dominic in 1214. While the concept of keeping count of prayers with beads had been known by her and her Master, the practice had not yet been regularized by Pope Pius V. So the elder sword was seeing the blessing of a rosary done for the first time in her life.
"The Lord be with you." Father Jacques continued.
"And with your Spirit." Ehren and Cortana replied as the younger spirit braced to attention.
The elderly priest bowed his head. "Let us pray. Almighty and Merciful God, whom it pleased to reveal the mystery of the Blessed Trinity through Your only begotten Son, and through the prophets and the Apostles, so that we on Earth, imitating the choirs of holy angels might offer devout and worthy praise to you; we appeal to your goodness, asking that you bless…" He made the sign of the cross over the rosary. "And hallow…" He again made the sign of blessing. "This rosary, which the Church has sanctioned for the honor and praise of the Most Holy Trinity. Let it be endowed with such power by the Holy Spirit..." A third time he made the sign of blessing over the rosary, "that whomever carries it on her person or reverently keeps it in her home, or devoutly recites it may be protected by you from every danger to body and soul. Let her share in all the graces, privileges, and indulgences granted by the Holy See, and in the hour of death let her deserve to be presented by your holy angels at the Throne of Your Divine Majesty; through Christ, our Lord."
"Amen!" All three voices chorused as one.
Fr Jacques reached into his cassock and withdrew a small stoppered brass cylinder. He removed the cross-shaped stopper and sprinkled a few drops of holy water onto the Rosary in blessing, before resealing and replacing the cylinder into his pocket.
Cortana's eyes were thoughtful. Once it was clear that the blessing was complete she murmured Ephesians 6:16 in her Medieval Latin. "In omnibus sumentes scutum fidei in quo possitis omnia tela nequissimi ignea extinguere."
Ehren blinked, for the old rosary now seemed to glow with an inward light that the fireplace illuminating it was not causing.
With a slight wince, as his old bones were aching him, the elderly priest sat back down, motioning for the others to join him. "My father rescued that rosary from the rectory of the church in Ath, before the Nazis could loot it like they had the rest of the sacred vessels. Upon my ordination he passed it on to me." He smiled faintly. "And so I pass it on to you, Ehren du Chasteler. Cortana, would you be so kind as to give the rosary to our sister in the Faith?"
Cortana bowed her head obediently.
"It would be my honor, Father."
With that quiet statement she bowed her head over the rosary to whisper a prayer in Medieval Latin before reverently handing it to Ehren.
Ehren bowed her head in turn, rubbing a thumb thoughtfully across the scars. "I accept the charge, Father, and shall do my best -- God willing -- to live up to what it represents to you and your family."
"Ehren!" Colombe stuck her head around the corner. "Oh, there you are…." Her voice tailed off and her eyes got wide at the tableaux. "Mon Dieu! Where did you find that?!"
Ehren snapped to attention, still clutching the rosary. "Father Jacques has just finished blessing it for me. He said that he planned to gift it to me at my confirmation, but I have need of it to handle a spiritual matter in the near future."
Colombe walked over and extended her hand. "May I…?"
Ehren handed the rosary to her mother. "Zu Befehl, Mutti!"
Then Ehren's eyes narrowed when Colombe rubbed her fingers across the scars and gently caressed the antique bronze Saint Michael medal attached to the loop. "I was issued this rosary in 1917." The rapier whispered. "I was serving alongside the Americans and one of their chaplains, Father O'Malley, gave me this since he had an additional one and he claimed that I was in need of it. The damage to it is from a shell burst in the Argonne that got through my shields and wounded me badly. I later lost it during the retreat to Dunkirk in 1940."
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Author's Note: Cortana was quoting the Latin Vulgate of her era. The English translation of the verse is: Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. Fitting for blessing and sanctifying a rosary which Ehren will use to protect the innocent and fight for good, no?
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Each of the most recent four include Nagato, while Pillow Fight cameos USS Marblehead.
Amused Bystander
Herald of 'She who Umu's' Be Brave!
- Location
- Philippines
Very easily apparently.
Jackie: *Smirks and waves*
Much practice at this the good fathwe has.
I put Claires smug at 6 Juuchis.
Good to know what exactly he placed his bet on.
Oh Claire, you teasing butterklavier.
More of Ehrens issues pops out.
An excellent question indeed.
And these are very fine words by Father Jacques.
Draco: *smiles* That is more or less what i would say to describe Ehren.
Really Father? A unintended pun?
Oh Ehren, you poor girl.
I think you can blame the taffies for the sudden lack of sleeves there.
Again these are words Ehren needs to hear.
Let it all out Ehren, unleash your feelings.
Gotta lance the wound to release all the built up toxins before it can truly heal.
Considering jackie was the one who instructed her how to drive.....
Oh no, Claire dont do it!
Im suddenly reminded of this:
Careful Ehren, your smug is showing.
The Butterklaviers leadfoot ways has been busted!
Information is always the key to victory.
Good choice to calm his nerves.
Well, thats certain to get Cortanas support.
*Curiosity intensifies*
So thats what Ehren is planning, though whether she succeeds or not is up for debate.
Oh this will be good when we get to that.
Wise words from the good Father.
Well we know she pulls it off with pansy but its going to be touch and go there.
Holy Relics?
Holy relics activate!
That is quite interesting to know.
Whats this? Colombe recognizes the relics?
*Is Boggled* Truly the Lord works in mysterious ways in harry and the Shipgirls.
Wolf470
USS Exeter (Millenium Falcon class scout)
- Location
- East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
So Ehren has her mother's rosary that she lost in 1940... I find that very appropriate. As well the blessing on it may well hurt Pansy, as she was repelled by among other things Harry's Patronus (as were several other audience members, notably not any of the Abyssal FOL or allies)
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Jean Bart would probably love to race Claire in the Piano 500. Also, Father Jacques is rapidly becoming one of my favorite people in this story.
Also, Father Jacques is rapidly becoming one of my favorite people in this story.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Ex-series now. Sadly.
*grumbles continue*
Waaaaitaminute... What?
Ooh, now this is interesting.
It is always a delight when the good Father appears in the story indeed.
Jean Bart would probably love to race Claire in the Piano 500.
Well, I would not know about Jean Bart, but it seems she and Hamidiye went to the same driving school.
To.
Rogue capitalisation.
Translate the Latin please.
Actually, IIRC Ehren was the one who learned from Jackie.Considering jackie was the one who instructed her how to drive.....
Claire was viewed as a lost cause after her first lesson. Something about not having any control over how much she stepped on the gas.
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
Yamato: No, you were right the first time. You see, there was an accident where a number of battleships and fleet carriers were washed in hot water and shrunk...
Considering that the 'misidentified battleship' was Johnston, that's a given.