Askaban Hime and her Dementors are going to attack Team Potter in broad daylight in central London aren't they?
There goes the Statute of Secrecy!
There goes the Statute of Secrecy!
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Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
OutcastXC007
(A Light Upon the River's Gloom)
- Location
- 21° 23' 59.99", -89° 30' 59.99" W
The adorable, adorable mittens *squeal of delight*So the mittens are coming off.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Very nice indeed.
:lol
Possible...
Fixed.
No, no there is not.
Perhaps...
No, it is not Sirius' children, it was towards someone other than Harry and Sirius, but that she was going to take her debt from Harry for breaking a deal...
Well, more that it is a black, shriveled little thing.
It would take a rather big attack to pull that off...
That, or a Kerropu sticker from her Hello Kitty! collection.
That is extremely likely and would be perfectly fitting.
never mind the momma bear, the cubs will be enough!
Seriously, though, Ol' Toadface has to be OOHFM working with something like Askaban's personification/monster and thinking it will all work out. Then again, the dark personification is also underestimating sirius and harry - i have a mental image of Sirius and Isley going together to meet harry, who shows up with Lady Nagato, all three sisters (Hoppou, Wanko and Shimazaku) and all the attendent escorts, only for a hundred dementors to show up, take one look and then hold up a collective sign saying "sorry, wrong floor, we wanted bathroom fittings" and promptly pull a Sir Robin.
True...
Non-magicals can't see them, so to them they would be firing into the air and the like...
So the mittens are coming off.
Oh my...
Moldyshorts brokered a deal with Azkaban?
Possible I suppose.
Isley could've also done it, but in that case the children would be valid collateral to a spirit like Azkaban.
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hmmm... Catherine Potter maybe? I'm stumped here, anyone else got a clue?
I thought the presence of Shipgirls, Abyssals, magical entities coming out of the closet was having the effect of muggles no longer being affected by magical entities going "You Can't See Me".
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
I'd bet even if they still can't see them, the sudden freeze would lead to the conclusion that the shipgirls are firing at something nasty.I thought the presence of Shipgirls, Abyssals, magical entities coming out of the closet was having the effect of muggles no longer being affected by magical entities going "You Can't See Me".
The Gashkaduro (or however it's spelled) was invisible to the fighter pilots way back at Shiromizu's home. Aside from Ai, anyway. They took targeting info from Nagato, if I remember right. They could see Jin no Hasegawa when she tackled it out of the little river it was next to?
DawnofWar32
War is coming. Prepare yourselves!
- Location
- Butuan City, The Philippines
Will Porta be involved in this debacle? After all, Isley is under her command, and as a queen, any attack on her subjects is also an attack on herself...
I'm not sure which possibility is more horrifying... a Kongoufied T!Rei, or the other way around.
Also Hoppo White Phosphorous'd it which lit it up for the Abyss Divers as well.
Snippet 104: SisterJeanne
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Pack Dynamics IV
Mitsue Detective Agency
The old-fashioned antique telephone rang shrilly on the battered and chipped wooden desk in the cramped office. A female hand with dark purple nail polish fumbled for it and brought it to the sole occupant's ears.
"Moshi moshi? Kiho Mitsue here."
A brief pause of static sounded and then the woman's brown eyes narrowed at the sound of a voice from her past. "Ahh, I am pleased to catch you, Miho-san. It is Shigeru Miyata."
Her dark brown eyes narrowed and flashed with a suppressed fury as she looked over at a dusty picture frame across her office. A fifteen-years younger her in Auror's robes accepted a decoration for public service with Deputy Undersecretary Shigeru Miyata on the stage with her under the screaming headline 'SCANDAL IN THE DIET! COUNCILOR'S SON OR YOKAI PIMP?'.
Her last case as an Auror before her promotion was derailed by a 'routine security check' turning up that her mother was unfaithful and had conceived her after a one-night stand with an Inugami sailor. Disgrace, and dismissal followed, along with the suicide of her mother after the news leaked that her child was a Hanyo.
With that stigma and the shunning of many of her friends, she was barely able to get into business herself privately as an investigator. Missing persons, background checks, adulteries...
Fifteen years of scrambling to stay afloat, one step above eviction. Fifteen years of her ideals to clean up Tokyo and make the Law a shining thing rather than a sick joke. The worst part was that she knew, knew that the security screening was a political hit job.
She just couldn't prove it, prove what was done to her mother to cause her to say what she said. Which was acid in her gut as she suppressed the reflexive disgust at the Diet with the ease of long practice.
"I see. I take it this is not a social call." Her voice was cool with a razor edge in her soprano.
A happy laugh on the other end of the line. "Oh certainly. I was wondering, if you were free tomorrow for dinner? My daughter Naomi has asked about meeting you. Since your time is money, you will of course be amply compensated for your dining with her, plus she insisted that I pick up the tab."
Her fist tightened on the handset as she refrained from slamming it onto the metal switchhook above the dial. "That...can be arranged. You do know that I reserve the right to choose my clients and jobs." A warning, letting the slimy bastard know that she would not be trapped in one of his sick schemes. While far from the worst member of the Civil Service, his hands were filthy considering his 'coincidental social ties' with members of the magical yakuza running the gambling and entertainment industry in Roppongi.
"Of course, of course. Your current rates are two Shu per hour, correct?" Shigeru's voice was calm.
She glanced at her near-empty cashbox. "Hai, that is correct."
"Well since my niece holds you in such regard and your reputation is strong, two Ryo for two hours of your time then. I shall have Naomi visit our bank and make the withdrawal if you are agreeable?"
She bit her lip and nodded hesitantly, "I see no problem with meeting your daughter for dinner, where do you wish for me to meet her?"
"She enjoys seafood, so The Kappa's Catch in Magical Roppongi then? I shall arrange reservations for your both for seven PM then?"
Kiho felt something inside her cry out as she agreed to the meeting and hung up the phone. Damned Tsuchigumo spinning his webs from his office...
With that she walked to her bathroom mirror, rested her palm on it, and began to shake as she looked at her reflection in the glass.
She had trouble looking herself in the eye.
If she did not desperately need Miyata's money to pay the rent and put food on her table....
But she did.
She dreaded what filth she would have to rub on her soul this time to make ends meet.
Was this the time when she would finally have to break the law and her code of ethics and morals?
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The Kappa's Catch
Magical Roppongi
Kiho Mitsue smiled at the uniformed Maitre'd as he led her to a private booth. The Inugami bowed. "Your table, ma'am."
She nodded and slid through the beaded curtain, feeling the tingle of a privacy ward on her skin. With that, she bowed to the witch sitting opposite from her. "Greetings."
Naomi Miyata tilted her glasses down and bowed back. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Mitsue. One moment while I strengthen the privacy wards here."
With that she pulled out her wand, and cast additional wards on the booth, causing Kiho to raise her eyebrow silently. She slowly spoke. "You know that I have certain ethical constraints in my line of work, Mrs. Miyata."
Naomi nodded. "Which is acceptable. We do not intend to have you transgress on your moral code. Far from it. The one thing I must request is for you to keep the following statement I make in strictest confidence whether or not you take the job."
The ex-Auror looked at the bureaucrat across the table from her for a minute. "As long as it does not involve a crime, I shall agree to that."
"Good. In brief, my nephew Hachiko Miyata has met and fallen for a young lady who works at Yokosuka Naval Base as a martial arts instructor to the shipgirl program. I wish to have a full background check on her so my father and I can make a determination as to her suitability to marry into our clan. Furthermore, because of certain political currents in the Diet, we request that all the information you gather about the lovebirds and their families be handed over to us in strictest confidence. My father does not need the distractions while he helps hold the government together."
Kiho raised her other eyebrow. "I take it there are difficulties with the young couple."
Naomi sighed. "Yes. In brief, as you may know, Yokosuka has gotten a hands-off reputation with the Aurors thanks to certain policy decisions. I suspect that an unregistered Kitsune may -- may -- have pranked my nephew to make him fall for Miss Ibuki. If so, I would like the identity of the miscreant so I can communicate my displeasure by requesting the Aurors to take steps to arrest the troublemaker. Any information about conditions in Yokosuka and any unregistered Yokai there will be worth a bonus for you so my department can formulate better policy decisions."
Kiho felt something inside her unknot as she recognized that today might not be the day she sacrificed her honor for a roof over her head. "I see, I have reasonable daily and weekly rates and would be happy to assist you with this family matter...."
Naomi nodded, "We are willing to pay a premium for your discretion, plus expenses, of course." She reached into her purse and pulled out a folder with a contract pinned to the front of it. "Here is the Civil Service file on Miss Ibuki."
Kiho opened the file and flipped through it rapidly. "I... see. This is much appreciated. Is there anything else that you can provide?"
Naomi pulled out a small, heavy box and placed it on the table. "Your first week's pay in advance plus expenses. My nephew will be meeting Miss Ibuki this Saturday for hanami at the Plum Blossom Park in Yokosuka so you can observe them in the wild as it were. I included my contact information with the file I gave you."
Kiho carefully read the contract, then signed it with a quill, followed by Naomi. "I shall make arrangements to view the blossoms then. Weekly reports?"
"Are more than acceptable." Naomi tapped the box of Ryo with her wand to unlock it, letting Kiho see the money within. "I suppose once you count your fee, then I shall take the privacy ward down and we can discuss Japan's chances in the World Cup of Quiddich qualifying while we eat?"
Kiho smiled and relaxed as she shrunk the box to place in her purse alongside her copy of the contract. "Our draw is not ideal. The Pakistanis are lucky to be in the regional qualifiers, but New Zealand is a traditional powerhouse and Korea will put forth their best effort against us. Plus we have to play the Koreans in Busan, not ideal at all...."
Mitsue Detective Agency
The old-fashioned antique telephone rang shrilly on the battered and chipped wooden desk in the cramped office. A female hand with dark purple nail polish fumbled for it and brought it to the sole occupant's ears.
"Moshi moshi? Kiho Mitsue here."
A brief pause of static sounded and then the woman's brown eyes narrowed at the sound of a voice from her past. "Ahh, I am pleased to catch you, Miho-san. It is Shigeru Miyata."
Her dark brown eyes narrowed and flashed with a suppressed fury as she looked over at a dusty picture frame across her office. A fifteen-years younger her in Auror's robes accepted a decoration for public service with Deputy Undersecretary Shigeru Miyata on the stage with her under the screaming headline 'SCANDAL IN THE DIET! COUNCILOR'S SON OR YOKAI PIMP?'.
Her last case as an Auror before her promotion was derailed by a 'routine security check' turning up that her mother was unfaithful and had conceived her after a one-night stand with an Inugami sailor. Disgrace, and dismissal followed, along with the suicide of her mother after the news leaked that her child was a Hanyo.
With that stigma and the shunning of many of her friends, she was barely able to get into business herself privately as an investigator. Missing persons, background checks, adulteries...
Fifteen years of scrambling to stay afloat, one step above eviction. Fifteen years of her ideals to clean up Tokyo and make the Law a shining thing rather than a sick joke. The worst part was that she knew, knew that the security screening was a political hit job.
She just couldn't prove it, prove what was done to her mother to cause her to say what she said. Which was acid in her gut as she suppressed the reflexive disgust at the Diet with the ease of long practice.
"I see. I take it this is not a social call." Her voice was cool with a razor edge in her soprano.
A happy laugh on the other end of the line. "Oh certainly. I was wondering, if you were free tomorrow for dinner? My daughter Naomi has asked about meeting you. Since your time is money, you will of course be amply compensated for your dining with her, plus she insisted that I pick up the tab."
Her fist tightened on the handset as she refrained from slamming it onto the metal switchhook above the dial. "That...can be arranged. You do know that I reserve the right to choose my clients and jobs." A warning, letting the slimy bastard know that she would not be trapped in one of his sick schemes. While far from the worst member of the Civil Service, his hands were filthy considering his 'coincidental social ties' with members of the magical yakuza running the gambling and entertainment industry in Roppongi.
"Of course, of course. Your current rates are two Shu per hour, correct?" Shigeru's voice was calm.
She glanced at her near-empty cashbox. "Hai, that is correct."
"Well since my niece holds you in such regard and your reputation is strong, two Ryo for two hours of your time then. I shall have Naomi visit our bank and make the withdrawal if you are agreeable?"
She bit her lip and nodded hesitantly, "I see no problem with meeting your daughter for dinner, where do you wish for me to meet her?"
"She enjoys seafood, so The Kappa's Catch in Magical Roppongi then? I shall arrange reservations for your both for seven PM then?"
Kiho felt something inside her cry out as she agreed to the meeting and hung up the phone. Damned Tsuchigumo spinning his webs from his office...
With that she walked to her bathroom mirror, rested her palm on it, and began to shake as she looked at her reflection in the glass.
She had trouble looking herself in the eye.
If she did not desperately need Miyata's money to pay the rent and put food on her table....
But she did.
She dreaded what filth she would have to rub on her soul this time to make ends meet.
Was this the time when she would finally have to break the law and her code of ethics and morals?
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The Kappa's Catch
Magical Roppongi
Kiho Mitsue smiled at the uniformed Maitre'd as he led her to a private booth. The Inugami bowed. "Your table, ma'am."
She nodded and slid through the beaded curtain, feeling the tingle of a privacy ward on her skin. With that, she bowed to the witch sitting opposite from her. "Greetings."
Naomi Miyata tilted her glasses down and bowed back. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Mitsue. One moment while I strengthen the privacy wards here."
With that she pulled out her wand, and cast additional wards on the booth, causing Kiho to raise her eyebrow silently. She slowly spoke. "You know that I have certain ethical constraints in my line of work, Mrs. Miyata."
Naomi nodded. "Which is acceptable. We do not intend to have you transgress on your moral code. Far from it. The one thing I must request is for you to keep the following statement I make in strictest confidence whether or not you take the job."
The ex-Auror looked at the bureaucrat across the table from her for a minute. "As long as it does not involve a crime, I shall agree to that."
"Good. In brief, my nephew Hachiko Miyata has met and fallen for a young lady who works at Yokosuka Naval Base as a martial arts instructor to the shipgirl program. I wish to have a full background check on her so my father and I can make a determination as to her suitability to marry into our clan. Furthermore, because of certain political currents in the Diet, we request that all the information you gather about the lovebirds and their families be handed over to us in strictest confidence. My father does not need the distractions while he helps hold the government together."
Kiho raised her other eyebrow. "I take it there are difficulties with the young couple."
Naomi sighed. "Yes. In brief, as you may know, Yokosuka has gotten a hands-off reputation with the Aurors thanks to certain policy decisions. I suspect that an unregistered Kitsune may -- may -- have pranked my nephew to make him fall for Miss Ibuki. If so, I would like the identity of the miscreant so I can communicate my displeasure by requesting the Aurors to take steps to arrest the troublemaker. Any information about conditions in Yokosuka and any unregistered Yokai there will be worth a bonus for you so my department can formulate better policy decisions."
Kiho felt something inside her unknot as she recognized that today might not be the day she sacrificed her honor for a roof over her head. "I see, I have reasonable daily and weekly rates and would be happy to assist you with this family matter...."
Naomi nodded, "We are willing to pay a premium for your discretion, plus expenses, of course." She reached into her purse and pulled out a folder with a contract pinned to the front of it. "Here is the Civil Service file on Miss Ibuki."
Kiho opened the file and flipped through it rapidly. "I... see. This is much appreciated. Is there anything else that you can provide?"
Naomi pulled out a small, heavy box and placed it on the table. "Your first week's pay in advance plus expenses. My nephew will be meeting Miss Ibuki this Saturday for hanami at the Plum Blossom Park in Yokosuka so you can observe them in the wild as it were. I included my contact information with the file I gave you."
Kiho carefully read the contract, then signed it with a quill, followed by Naomi. "I shall make arrangements to view the blossoms then. Weekly reports?"
"Are more than acceptable." Naomi tapped the box of Ryo with her wand to unlock it, letting Kiho see the money within. "I suppose once you count your fee, then I shall take the privacy ward down and we can discuss Japan's chances in the World Cup of Quiddich qualifying while we eat?"
Kiho smiled and relaxed as she shrunk the box to place in her purse alongside her copy of the contract. "Our draw is not ideal. The Pakistanis are lucky to be in the regional qualifiers, but New Zealand is a traditional powerhouse and Korea will put forth their best effort against us. Plus we have to play the Koreans in Busan, not ideal at all...."
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
This is going to blow up in a way that makes the Tokyo Diet look bad again, won't it? Hee hee hee!
- Location
- USA
We just had a big discussion over at SB on this and the short answer is probably not.
Kiho is too straight laced and Miyata is the one trying to do a controlled crash landing of the Tokyo Diet instead of a full crash. So pie in the face possibility is low.
It might go wrong and become a dumpster fire, but for that people are going to have to do quite a lot of work.
Most likely all that's going to go back Miyata is 'that relationship is no kitsune shenanigans, it's love at first sight, the girl's a suitable candidate, and I've noticed a lot of yokai hanging around that are (somewhat) open about being yokai to the shipgirls without there being any issues.'
All Tokyo is getting from that investigation is nothing, except perhaps that it's a good idea to really continue with not noticing things at shipgirl bases. Just in case.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Also Miyata wants this all handled discreetly with no blowback onto him. So this is going to be very very low-key.
Well with some intermediate steps first.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Isley did not make a deal with Azkaban... but Voldemort promised the Dementors the ability to feed on as many non-magicals as they might want, as well as stuffing Azkaban full of muggleborn and the like.
Nope.
I thought the presence of Shipgirls, Abyssals, magical entities coming out of the closet was having the effect of muggles no longer being affected by magical entities going "You Can't See Me".
^This as well, which meant that it was giving off a lot of heat to IR along with being outlined by the flames themselves.
Hmm...
What's the worst that could happen? And how bad could it be?I'm not sure which possibility is more horrifying... a Kongoufied T!Rei, or the other way around.
Hmm... this looks to be interesting. Also? She's probably extremely thankful that it was that...
^The above two.
This as well.
Snippet 119: Harry Leferts
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Just finishing dinner with Isley, Sirius was surprised to hear a tapping on the window of the hotel suite that he now shared with Isley. He was not going to take his future wife into the traditional Black home of Grimmauld until he could be certain that it was safe for her and the children. And from what he had seen, it would be some time before he was willing to let Isley live there. Besides his mother's portrait, which continually shouted obscenities at him and those there, there was also Kreacher. The old house elf muttered various insults and the like as he walked around.
It was going to take weeks before he considered the home livable enough for them to stay in, though he was thankful for Isley's Fleet helping. Say what you will, but the various nasties and such were not able to bother them in the slightest. And they had some fun with some of the dark creatures that had taken up residence, with Rina, a Ri-Class laughing as she chased doxys around with a butterfly net, the poor creatures freaked out. Sirius had laughed his ass off at seeing it.
Shaking those thoughts off, Sirius turned to the window where Hedwig sat on the windowsill. A smile bloomed on his face at that, "Hedwig!" Looking at Isley, he shook his head, "That must be from Harry."
Rulia's lips twitched some as she opened up the window, "Give me just a moment, Sirius."
Once the window was open, Hedwig flew in and landed on the table. The Owl glanced at Isley curiously before bobbing her head... and opening her beak to speak, "Owl-gram from Harry for his Dogfather."
Everyone went silent at that, even Sirius. Inside of her head, Hedwig could hear Harry cackling in hilarity. Waggling a finger in his ear with an odd expression, the Animagus frowned, "I'm sorry... what was that again?"
Her eyes twinkling in amusement, the owl held out her leg, "Owlgram for the Dogfather of Harry Potter, my Master." She tilted her head some, "I am talking to him, correct? Though I hope that you are not drunk..." Looking at the wine glass, Hedwig clacked her beak, "Hmm... or it is hearing damage? I hear that as humans age they can become hard of hearing..."
Just blinking, Sirius frowned and shook his head, "That was what I thought that you said... wait a second!" An expression of realization became one of irritation, "I'm not old!"
In return, Hedwig only hummed, "I see, I see. Granted, considering your age, well..."
Grumbling about how he was not old, the wizard took the letter. Meanwhile, Reivana just boggled at what was going on as well as other Abyssals. Raising up some, Stab moved forward with a frown on his face until he was just inches from Hedwig. Said Owl only just looked back at him nonplussed, "... The owl just talked?"
Eyes wide, Hedwig gasped, "I did?" Holding one wing in front of her face as it stroking her chin, she looked away, "Hmm... I suppose that I do-Wait!" The owl's eyes widened again and she gestured at the tail, "The tail talked! How about that?!"
A single bolt of lightning jumped from one cathode tube on Stab's head to the other, "Are you mocking me? I mean, really...?"
Shaking her head, Hedwig gave him a look of innocence, "Nooo... of course not." As Stab got within inches of her, she held up a wing, "One moment please." For a second or two, she looked around before leaping off the table to a nearby dresser and she grabbed something. Coming back, she dropped it in front of Stab, "Here you go."
If he could have, the Tail would have given a slow blink as he looked down, "What."
One wing in front of her face, Hedwig leaned toward him while giving a stage whisper, "It's a breath mint. You really need one because you have a sort of issue..."
Jerking back, Stab growled, "You stupid owl!"
Wing against her chest, Hedwig gave a blink with a mock offended (or the best that an owl could give) expression on her face, "I will have you know that I graduated with honours from a prestigious Owl School! Even have a certificate and everything that I am a trained post owl. Have you been to school..." Pausing, she looked at Reivana, "Do Re-Class tails have a school?"
Nearly completely lost at what was going on, Reivana opened her mouth, "School? Tails? I, uh... no?"
Sighing, the owl shook her head sadly and patted Stab's jaw, "You poor dear... being jealous of those with an education... There is nothing to be jealous at all about as I am certain that you are quite smart."
For several moments, Stab's jaw worked, "You stupid featherball!"
A gasp escaped from Hedwig and she held her wing to her chest as she stared at him with wide eyes, "Featherball! Why, I have never been called that before!"
With a glance at the sputtering Stab, Sirius gave a raised eyebrow, "... Never would I have expected to see an owl and a tail of a Re-Class in a battle of wits and snark... as well as sarcasm."
Bemused, Reivana shook her head, "Or for a tail to lose in it..."
Head tilted to the side, Hedwig blinked, "Do you think that perhaps I should give him a handicap or two? I mean, if this was an actual fight than I suppose that it would be best if I was to do so disarmed."
With a shrug, the Re-Class chuckled a bit, "Maybe?"
Twitching, Stab growled, "Oi! I am attached to you!"
All the owl did was turn to Reivana and bow slightly, "My condolences."
Even as Reivana accepted them, leading to more angry sputters from Stab, Sirius finished reading the letter and summoned a piece of parchment. Using a pen, he wrote down his answer before folding it up and giving it to Hedwig, "Here you go, if you could take this to Harry for me?"
Hedwig only bobbed her head before giving a salute, "Yes, Sah!"
And with that, she left, flying out the window which an amused Rulia closed. After a few moments, the Ru turned to her Princess with a chuckle, "Well, that just happened."
Isley was also rather amused and only nodded before turning towards Sirius, "So what was the letter about, Sirius?"
Chuckling, the wizard smiled up at her, "It wasn't too much really, just Harry asking about the Saturday that we'll be spending together to get to know each other, Godfather and Godson." Taking a sip of his wine, he sighed a bit, "He got permission to go to Hogsmeade for that day so that we're away from all the stares for the most part. I think bringing him up to the Shrieking Shack and sharing some stories there might be a good idea."
Head to the side, Isley considered that some before nodding and turning towards Reivana, "I know that you belong to Aunt Porta's fleet, Reivana, and so I cannot order you, but could you..."
Understanding what was being asked, Reivana gave a nod, "Watch over him? I can do that, Lady Isley." Puffing out her chest, she smiled, "You can trust in me."
All Isley did was nod at that with a smile.
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The night before his Godfather's visit, Harry slipped into his bed and closed his eyes to fall asleep. He was nearly asleep when he felt something move under the sheets. After a few moments, he sighed and shook his head as he realized what it was. Or, rather, who. Partially because it was something long and chilly...
And also the scent of oranges in the air.
With a sigh, he grumbled a bit, "Juuchi, what are you doing?" The sheathed sword rattled for a second or two making him furrow his eyebrows, "So since I am going to meet my Godfather, you have decided that you need to keep an eye on me just in case something happens..." Yet again, he got a sword rattle, "I am not that ba-"
Once more, Juuchi gave a rattle in her sheath.
Scowling, Harry looked over at said sword, which exuded waves of smug and some concern, "I am not that bad, and that stuff just happens. It is not like I actually go looking for trouble you know, it just happens to find me all the damn time, whether or not I want it." When the Muramasa rattled again, he sighed and rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine, I am not going to argue with you." Placing his head back onto the pillow, Harry grumbled a bit, "At least go and put on the covering I got for you for Christmas. Because otherwise you are too damn cold."
There was a brief moment of silence before the sword rattled.
Under his eyelids, the teenaged wizard rolled his eyes, "You know that you like it. We both know that you actually love it. Now go and get it before I change my mind about letting you follow me around as you're likely to do."
For several moments there was nothing before Harry felt Juuchi leave. After a minute or two, she returned and slipped back under the covers, except this time there was a softness covering her that was also warm. While yawning, Harry grumbled a bit, "Much better."
The only answer he got was happy smug as he fell asleep.
Waking up, Harry stretched some and slipped out of bed before turning to look at the sheathed Juuchi. Over the sheath of the blade was something akin to a sock, colored black with blood oranges, whole and in slices, covering it. It was something that he got for her around Christmas because more than once, he found her in his bed. At least this way he would not wake up because of something cold touching him.
It helped though, that as he had commented, she loved it. According to Tsukiakari, she had even shown it off to the other Muramasas, who were confused. Said Kyu Gunto also asked where he had gotten it because she wanted one with apples on it for Honjo. And perhaps one with Mizuchi and goldfish for one of Juuchi's sisters, Harry was sort of confused on why but just shrugged it off.
Stretching some, Harry got his change of clothes and walked off to the shower. Granted, he was somewhat annoyed at coming back to his bed to find Juuchi still there... and the bed covered in blood orange peels, "Don't make me regret letting you follow me."
All Juuchi did was exude smug.
It was going to take weeks before he considered the home livable enough for them to stay in, though he was thankful for Isley's Fleet helping. Say what you will, but the various nasties and such were not able to bother them in the slightest. And they had some fun with some of the dark creatures that had taken up residence, with Rina, a Ri-Class laughing as she chased doxys around with a butterfly net, the poor creatures freaked out. Sirius had laughed his ass off at seeing it.
Shaking those thoughts off, Sirius turned to the window where Hedwig sat on the windowsill. A smile bloomed on his face at that, "Hedwig!" Looking at Isley, he shook his head, "That must be from Harry."
Rulia's lips twitched some as she opened up the window, "Give me just a moment, Sirius."
Once the window was open, Hedwig flew in and landed on the table. The Owl glanced at Isley curiously before bobbing her head... and opening her beak to speak, "Owl-gram from Harry for his Dogfather."
Everyone went silent at that, even Sirius. Inside of her head, Hedwig could hear Harry cackling in hilarity. Waggling a finger in his ear with an odd expression, the Animagus frowned, "I'm sorry... what was that again?"
Her eyes twinkling in amusement, the owl held out her leg, "Owlgram for the Dogfather of Harry Potter, my Master." She tilted her head some, "I am talking to him, correct? Though I hope that you are not drunk..." Looking at the wine glass, Hedwig clacked her beak, "Hmm... or it is hearing damage? I hear that as humans age they can become hard of hearing..."
Just blinking, Sirius frowned and shook his head, "That was what I thought that you said... wait a second!" An expression of realization became one of irritation, "I'm not old!"
In return, Hedwig only hummed, "I see, I see. Granted, considering your age, well..."
Grumbling about how he was not old, the wizard took the letter. Meanwhile, Reivana just boggled at what was going on as well as other Abyssals. Raising up some, Stab moved forward with a frown on his face until he was just inches from Hedwig. Said Owl only just looked back at him nonplussed, "... The owl just talked?"
Eyes wide, Hedwig gasped, "I did?" Holding one wing in front of her face as it stroking her chin, she looked away, "Hmm... I suppose that I do-Wait!" The owl's eyes widened again and she gestured at the tail, "The tail talked! How about that?!"
A single bolt of lightning jumped from one cathode tube on Stab's head to the other, "Are you mocking me? I mean, really...?"
Shaking her head, Hedwig gave him a look of innocence, "Nooo... of course not." As Stab got within inches of her, she held up a wing, "One moment please." For a second or two, she looked around before leaping off the table to a nearby dresser and she grabbed something. Coming back, she dropped it in front of Stab, "Here you go."
If he could have, the Tail would have given a slow blink as he looked down, "What."
One wing in front of her face, Hedwig leaned toward him while giving a stage whisper, "It's a breath mint. You really need one because you have a sort of issue..."
Jerking back, Stab growled, "You stupid owl!"
Wing against her chest, Hedwig gave a blink with a mock offended (or the best that an owl could give) expression on her face, "I will have you know that I graduated with honours from a prestigious Owl School! Even have a certificate and everything that I am a trained post owl. Have you been to school..." Pausing, she looked at Reivana, "Do Re-Class tails have a school?"
Nearly completely lost at what was going on, Reivana opened her mouth, "School? Tails? I, uh... no?"
Sighing, the owl shook her head sadly and patted Stab's jaw, "You poor dear... being jealous of those with an education... There is nothing to be jealous at all about as I am certain that you are quite smart."
For several moments, Stab's jaw worked, "You stupid featherball!"
A gasp escaped from Hedwig and she held her wing to her chest as she stared at him with wide eyes, "Featherball! Why, I have never been called that before!"
With a glance at the sputtering Stab, Sirius gave a raised eyebrow, "... Never would I have expected to see an owl and a tail of a Re-Class in a battle of wits and snark... as well as sarcasm."
Bemused, Reivana shook her head, "Or for a tail to lose in it..."
Head tilted to the side, Hedwig blinked, "Do you think that perhaps I should give him a handicap or two? I mean, if this was an actual fight than I suppose that it would be best if I was to do so disarmed."
With a shrug, the Re-Class chuckled a bit, "Maybe?"
Twitching, Stab growled, "Oi! I am attached to you!"
All the owl did was turn to Reivana and bow slightly, "My condolences."
Even as Reivana accepted them, leading to more angry sputters from Stab, Sirius finished reading the letter and summoned a piece of parchment. Using a pen, he wrote down his answer before folding it up and giving it to Hedwig, "Here you go, if you could take this to Harry for me?"
Hedwig only bobbed her head before giving a salute, "Yes, Sah!"
And with that, she left, flying out the window which an amused Rulia closed. After a few moments, the Ru turned to her Princess with a chuckle, "Well, that just happened."
Isley was also rather amused and only nodded before turning towards Sirius, "So what was the letter about, Sirius?"
Chuckling, the wizard smiled up at her, "It wasn't too much really, just Harry asking about the Saturday that we'll be spending together to get to know each other, Godfather and Godson." Taking a sip of his wine, he sighed a bit, "He got permission to go to Hogsmeade for that day so that we're away from all the stares for the most part. I think bringing him up to the Shrieking Shack and sharing some stories there might be a good idea."
Head to the side, Isley considered that some before nodding and turning towards Reivana, "I know that you belong to Aunt Porta's fleet, Reivana, and so I cannot order you, but could you..."
Understanding what was being asked, Reivana gave a nod, "Watch over him? I can do that, Lady Isley." Puffing out her chest, she smiled, "You can trust in me."
All Isley did was nod at that with a smile.
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The night before his Godfather's visit, Harry slipped into his bed and closed his eyes to fall asleep. He was nearly asleep when he felt something move under the sheets. After a few moments, he sighed and shook his head as he realized what it was. Or, rather, who. Partially because it was something long and chilly...
And also the scent of oranges in the air.
With a sigh, he grumbled a bit, "Juuchi, what are you doing?" The sheathed sword rattled for a second or two making him furrow his eyebrows, "So since I am going to meet my Godfather, you have decided that you need to keep an eye on me just in case something happens..." Yet again, he got a sword rattle, "I am not that ba-"
Once more, Juuchi gave a rattle in her sheath.
Scowling, Harry looked over at said sword, which exuded waves of smug and some concern, "I am not that bad, and that stuff just happens. It is not like I actually go looking for trouble you know, it just happens to find me all the damn time, whether or not I want it." When the Muramasa rattled again, he sighed and rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine, I am not going to argue with you." Placing his head back onto the pillow, Harry grumbled a bit, "At least go and put on the covering I got for you for Christmas. Because otherwise you are too damn cold."
There was a brief moment of silence before the sword rattled.
Under his eyelids, the teenaged wizard rolled his eyes, "You know that you like it. We both know that you actually love it. Now go and get it before I change my mind about letting you follow me around as you're likely to do."
For several moments there was nothing before Harry felt Juuchi leave. After a minute or two, she returned and slipped back under the covers, except this time there was a softness covering her that was also warm. While yawning, Harry grumbled a bit, "Much better."
The only answer he got was happy smug as he fell asleep.
Waking up, Harry stretched some and slipped out of bed before turning to look at the sheathed Juuchi. Over the sheath of the blade was something akin to a sock, colored black with blood oranges, whole and in slices, covering it. It was something that he got for her around Christmas because more than once, he found her in his bed. At least this way he would not wake up because of something cold touching him.
It helped though, that as he had commented, she loved it. According to Tsukiakari, she had even shown it off to the other Muramasas, who were confused. Said Kyu Gunto also asked where he had gotten it because she wanted one with apples on it for Honjo. And perhaps one with Mizuchi and goldfish for one of Juuchi's sisters, Harry was sort of confused on why but just shrugged it off.
Stretching some, Harry got his change of clothes and walked off to the shower. Granted, he was somewhat annoyed at coming back to his bed to find Juuchi still there... and the bed covered in blood orange peels, "Don't make me regret letting you follow me."
All Juuchi did was exude smug.
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- Location
- The Northern Air Temple
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Butterknives are going to need to stock up on prizes, since Kyoshu will find the Mizuchi every time she looks down.
- Location
- Germany
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An accurate summary of Juuchi's abilities.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
Out of curiosity, are we going to see the tsukumogami of 'biki's Firebird sword at some point?
still_guns Omake: Ellswood P1. 1
still_guns
For the Empire!
- Location
- Bridge of ISS Conundrum
NOT CANON
Going back to the snippets I posted on the last thread, but still related. Always related.
_
Gripping the railings, a cool breeze ruffling his hair, Johann Elswood watched from his perch on top of the world, as the convoy of ships from England entered the Harbour. He smiled as he sifted through some memories, of the city's last time as a cargo hub. Now it was like those days again, rejuvenated, the bay bustling with naval activity.
He may have been old, but his memory and knowledge had barely faded after so many years, and he enjoyed just gazing out into the bay, spotting the various ships.
A Ticonderoga class cruiser sitting just behind the Statue of Liberty.
A Type 42 destroyer chugging out with the latest outbound convoy.
A hulking great South Dakota class battleship cruising in with the inbound empties, the bold white number 59 on her bows.
His lips curled upwards again, happy to see his friend still alive and well. He reached up to his eyes and adjusted the adjustable binoculars that were attached to his glasses, zooming in on Massachusetts.
There she was, stood triumphantly at her bowsprite, hanging onto her jackstaff in a manner similar to Jack Sparrow, an air of confidence around her. He could almost see the small smile she seemed to wear all the time.
Some movement behind Massachusetts (or Massy as he called her) caught his attention. Glancing that way, he saw another figure, standing and staring at the city before her.
So that was Alsace?
Interesting.
A few old jokes crept into his head, and a small, sad smile tugged at his lips. There was one person this world was missing that Blood Week had so cruelly taken, his humour and personality erased.
That person's demise laid heavily on Elswood's shoulders. Many lives lay heavily on his shoulders. It was important not to let that fact get to him.
Removing the binocular attachment from his glasses and pocketing them, he stepped back from the railing and proceeded for the exit.
As he made his way down the steps from the Observation Deck, he spoke, seemingly to no-one,
"Sousanna? Please inform Norah my guests will be arriving shortly."
There was no response to the inquiry. But Johann smiled anyway, and spoke once more,
"Thank you, my dear."
The skyscraper shuddered briefly. Then, nothing.
___
So, this might not make much sense. It should also probably be a bit bigger, but In feel I need to refine what I was going to after this. I have little confidence in whatever I write, so I guess it's normal?
We're also getting to the thing that's has been holding me back. I'm trying to do it right, but I'm constantly rewriting, making new ideas. This concept has come a long way from the very first idea I had. I'll spill the beans when I make the big reveal... if I make it.
I'm afraid, to be honest. Maybe that's just my Aspergers. Maybe it's justified. We'll see.
Going back to the snippets I posted on the last thread, but still related. Always related.
_
Gripping the railings, a cool breeze ruffling his hair, Johann Elswood watched from his perch on top of the world, as the convoy of ships from England entered the Harbour. He smiled as he sifted through some memories, of the city's last time as a cargo hub. Now it was like those days again, rejuvenated, the bay bustling with naval activity.
He may have been old, but his memory and knowledge had barely faded after so many years, and he enjoyed just gazing out into the bay, spotting the various ships.
A Ticonderoga class cruiser sitting just behind the Statue of Liberty.
A Type 42 destroyer chugging out with the latest outbound convoy.
A hulking great South Dakota class battleship cruising in with the inbound empties, the bold white number 59 on her bows.
His lips curled upwards again, happy to see his friend still alive and well. He reached up to his eyes and adjusted the adjustable binoculars that were attached to his glasses, zooming in on Massachusetts.
There she was, stood triumphantly at her bowsprite, hanging onto her jackstaff in a manner similar to Jack Sparrow, an air of confidence around her. He could almost see the small smile she seemed to wear all the time.
Some movement behind Massachusetts (or Massy as he called her) caught his attention. Glancing that way, he saw another figure, standing and staring at the city before her.
So that was Alsace?
Interesting.
A few old jokes crept into his head, and a small, sad smile tugged at his lips. There was one person this world was missing that Blood Week had so cruelly taken, his humour and personality erased.
That person's demise laid heavily on Elswood's shoulders. Many lives lay heavily on his shoulders. It was important not to let that fact get to him.
Removing the binocular attachment from his glasses and pocketing them, he stepped back from the railing and proceeded for the exit.
As he made his way down the steps from the Observation Deck, he spoke, seemingly to no-one,
"Sousanna? Please inform Norah my guests will be arriving shortly."
There was no response to the inquiry. But Johann smiled anyway, and spoke once more,
"Thank you, my dear."
The skyscraper shuddered briefly. Then, nothing.
___
So, this might not make much sense. It should also probably be a bit bigger, but In feel I need to refine what I was going to after this. I have little confidence in whatever I write, so I guess it's normal?
We're also getting to the thing that's has been holding me back. I'm trying to do it right, but I'm constantly rewriting, making new ideas. This concept has come a long way from the very first idea I had. I'll spill the beans when I make the big reveal... if I make it.
I'm afraid, to be honest. Maybe that's just my Aspergers. Maybe it's justified. We'll see.
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- Location
- The Shadowlands
Yup.
"Quirrellmort, Funayuurei, a overprotective House-elf, a nest of Acromantula, Peeves, Diarymort, a Basilisk, a Jorogumo, oh and the Dementors."
Next year the rest of the Muramasa's and the Masamune's would end up with their own coverings.
Akutoku: hers is coal, piñatas, and drawing supplies
Kagotsuruhe: theater masks
Chisuheri: Embroidered Buddhist mandalas. Thanks to @SisterJeanne
Umitsubame: cauldrons and potion bottles
Suisei: loaves of bread
Norimune: her Jolly Roger
Kansha: pots and pans
No idea for the rest.