Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Shrine maiden route would have been nice, but this route is fun too.
Magical Girl Quest - The Fire That Burns
- Thread starter Rukia
- Start date
- Original
- Location
- Europe
[X] Una
Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
Tally ho!
- Location
- Somewhen
Not going to lie - I doubt that Ill get anything personally satisfying out of another pov we dont really interact with. I was hoping to be able to use the fluff to ujderstand our group and become more invested in side characters not a random ship.
[X] Cuifen
[X] Cuifen
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
How often are you going to use that pun?
Oh, who am I kidding... it will be a boatload, will it not?
Man Overboard, Man Overboard! Puns are hitting our sanity!
Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
I'm just going to say that you should be careful with all the puns. Don't want to get distracted by naval gazing.How often are you going to use that pun?
Oh, who am I kidding... it will be a boatload, will it not?
- Location
- England
Abandon ship
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
Gah, That's what I was going to say!
Whatever, and don't worry! I'm just going to sink this ship with my trusty uboat to prevent more shipping lines filled with puns from getting through!
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- Location
- The Garden
Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
Take a bow you fiend.
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
This is starting to get more on the territory of Pirate jokes rather than Ship puns, honestly.
And I agree. We be on Yellow Alert. We better stop, or thar captain Rukia will make us walk the plank and bar shipping forever! or, he may be the shipmaster, and forever enforce yer hearts until the end of time.
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A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
I suddenly understand.
This is all part of the Captains plan.
How... We played straight into his test.
And we failed.
Also,
The Fluff Lord @Naron strikes again, and starts another discussion of fluff and jokes.
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FLUFF THREE: SHIPPING INTERRUPT
- Location
- England
Belfast POV
Well, you can't exactly stare up at yourself now can you?
The water was a muddy green, as always, so you could barely make out your reflection shimmering along the surface.
You feel her, close by, the one you had felt the day before. The one who had jolted you from your lazy slumber.
Honestly, having your radar suddenly screech to life, tearing itself free of the decades old rust a shriek as you feel an enormous amount of... magic? being expended.
The whole being aware thing is... something, you guess. Not exactly your doing, but you can feel a quiet energy burning within you now, little flecks of rust and years old neglect slowly smoothing out.
She stops atop your deck, just across the boarding platform that had shackled you for so long. You feel her eyes move across you, a tiny smile playing on her lips as she brushes a hand across your superstructure.
A tiny spark of energy sends a rush through your framework, fresh paint practically sparkling as she gently moves her fingers. You see her eyes narrow onto her hand, before she presses her entire palm to the surface, gently reaching for something.
You let the fuzzy feeling pass you by, comfortable watching her as she idly taps her finger against the wall. You see the little one shuffle closer, a mischievous grin stretching across her face as she tip-toes up behind the other, curiously staring at the clean section of wall and the hand upon it.
When she suddenly hops forwards, dropping onto the others back, her hand idly reaching forwards to touch the taller one's, you feel a much sterner jolt. A corroded piston shudders an inch, the screeching of steel clearly audible as you feel that fuzzy thing stretch.
You feel a gaze pass onto you, peering through the withered, pathetic thing that you belonged to. You feel a pull, broken machinery shuddering as the depths beckoned. But try as you might, you were broken, a mere museum now.
You turn your attention back to the girls leaning against your hull and feel that tiny spark bloom, reaching towards you eagerly as the others take a step back. This time, there was no avoiding them, you were sought for and felt the gentle brush against you.
They are so exited, to meet me? A floating piece of scrap who can't even serve her nation anymore?
They start walking, moving through your halls, closer and closer to your bridge. Echoes of the past watch silently, every step bringing you closer to something.
When they arrive at the bridge, they are alone, walking hand in hand to the captain's position. You feel the urge to do something to stop them, they don't deserve to stand there in his place. And like they had heard you, they quickly move to the side, stopping at one of the stations along the wall.
You feel a quiet rumbling, the distant waves reaching you for a moment as you feel the gaze reach down to you. There is... a groaning of steel, the splashing of waves growing ever stronger as you are made to reach, further and further outwards.
Finally, something falls into place, a rusted chain snapping as you take a deep breath. You feel them. They are so many missing, so many new faces, the hopes and dreams of countless gently brushing against you.
The others, they do not reach back, they are not... alive. But regardless, you can feel it, feel them. The people of your little island, the ocean is as much a part of them as it is you, but it's so distant. They've moved on, the days of warships long past, your duty irrelevant.
You give up on trying to move, to sail, what would be the point? You weren't needed anymore, perhaps it would be for the best if you remained here for the rest of your service.
You feel a harsh tug at that thought, the little ones still latched onto you protesting vigorously in their own distant, warm way. It was kind of cute, it reminds you of some of the Destroyer Escorts, so much boundless energy in such a tiny hull.
You gently prod them quiet, staring down the long river laid out before you. From the tip of your mast, you could just see the ocean, as wild and rough as she ever was.
She beckons you onwards with every wave, leaving a quiet longing stirring within you.
You feel the magical pulses grow stronger slowly, gently suffusing your hull as you feel comfortable feelings.
They are gentle, the smaller one taking the lead, but they coax and rub against you. When you turn your focus to them, they send... understanding? The littlest one knows your pain, the feeling of purposelessness and helplessness.
She reaches further than she should, little scraps peeling away before the older girl snatches her back, but it's too late.
I feel you, Little Ship.
The older girl is worried, angry at herself and confused. Little Ship is... there and here.
You feel a call to act, pushing through the tattered remnants of what once was, you see them in person.
"I..." Words are something you have never used before, though you know them well. "S-sssShiiip rreportting foorrr duuty." Sound comes from a mouth that is there and not, bare whisps of energy. Your hull creaks as you focus. "I am HMS Belfast, Reporting For Duty." The air shivers with your words but neither girl flinches, connected to you in the barest of ways. The ones with them, bar one, retreat with tight faces. The Shield remains, energy brushing over her like water would your bow.
Little Ship looks up at you, eyes sparkling with inert energy as she breathes quickly. The Paraxoxical one relaxes very slightly, energy blowing through your bridge like a gale as she warily inspects Little Ship.
Your period of waiting comes to an end soon enough, Little Ship practically bouncing in her harbours arms as she smiles up at you. "That was amazing! You are the ship, or the spirit or a ghost ship spirit or both..." Her voice trails off as she descends into thinking the sister, yes... her sister, speaking for the first time herself.
"What did you do." She presses against the connection harshly, shielding Little Ship from her octagonical as she lets her magic swirl around her. So much
"N-nnothing." You feel a tiredness creeping up on you, something you had only felt after the longest of voyages. "Is fine." She looks at you septically, the Black Shield stepping between the two of you as they move backwards.
POV
[] HMS Belfast
[] Cerys
[] Daiyu
[] Una
Well, you can't exactly stare up at yourself now can you?
The water was a muddy green, as always, so you could barely make out your reflection shimmering along the surface.
You feel her, close by, the one you had felt the day before. The one who had jolted you from your lazy slumber.
Honestly, having your radar suddenly screech to life, tearing itself free of the decades old rust a shriek as you feel an enormous amount of... magic? being expended.
The whole being aware thing is... something, you guess. Not exactly your doing, but you can feel a quiet energy burning within you now, little flecks of rust and years old neglect slowly smoothing out.
She stops atop your deck, just across the boarding platform that had shackled you for so long. You feel her eyes move across you, a tiny smile playing on her lips as she brushes a hand across your superstructure.
A tiny spark of energy sends a rush through your framework, fresh paint practically sparkling as she gently moves her fingers. You see her eyes narrow onto her hand, before she presses her entire palm to the surface, gently reaching for something.
You let the fuzzy feeling pass you by, comfortable watching her as she idly taps her finger against the wall. You see the little one shuffle closer, a mischievous grin stretching across her face as she tip-toes up behind the other, curiously staring at the clean section of wall and the hand upon it.
When she suddenly hops forwards, dropping onto the others back, her hand idly reaching forwards to touch the taller one's, you feel a much sterner jolt. A corroded piston shudders an inch, the screeching of steel clearly audible as you feel that fuzzy thing stretch.
You feel a gaze pass onto you, peering through the withered, pathetic thing that you belonged to. You feel a pull, broken machinery shuddering as the depths beckoned. But try as you might, you were broken, a mere museum now.
You turn your attention back to the girls leaning against your hull and feel that tiny spark bloom, reaching towards you eagerly as the others take a step back. This time, there was no avoiding them, you were sought for and felt the gentle brush against you.
They are so exited, to meet me? A floating piece of scrap who can't even serve her nation anymore?
They start walking, moving through your halls, closer and closer to your bridge. Echoes of the past watch silently, every step bringing you closer to something.
When they arrive at the bridge, they are alone, walking hand in hand to the captain's position. You feel the urge to do something to stop them, they don't deserve to stand there in his place. And like they had heard you, they quickly move to the side, stopping at one of the stations along the wall.
You feel a quiet rumbling, the distant waves reaching you for a moment as you feel the gaze reach down to you. There is... a groaning of steel, the splashing of waves growing ever stronger as you are made to reach, further and further outwards.
Finally, something falls into place, a rusted chain snapping as you take a deep breath. You feel them. They are so many missing, so many new faces, the hopes and dreams of countless gently brushing against you.
The others, they do not reach back, they are not... alive. But regardless, you can feel it, feel them. The people of your little island, the ocean is as much a part of them as it is you, but it's so distant. They've moved on, the days of warships long past, your duty irrelevant.
You give up on trying to move, to sail, what would be the point? You weren't needed anymore, perhaps it would be for the best if you remained here for the rest of your service.
You feel a harsh tug at that thought, the little ones still latched onto you protesting vigorously in their own distant, warm way. It was kind of cute, it reminds you of some of the Destroyer Escorts, so much boundless energy in such a tiny hull.
You gently prod them quiet, staring down the long river laid out before you. From the tip of your mast, you could just see the ocean, as wild and rough as she ever was.
She beckons you onwards with every wave, leaving a quiet longing stirring within you.
You feel the magical pulses grow stronger slowly, gently suffusing your hull as you feel comfortable feelings.
They are gentle, the smaller one taking the lead, but they coax and rub against you. When you turn your focus to them, they send... understanding? The littlest one knows your pain, the feeling of purposelessness and helplessness.
She reaches further than she should, little scraps peeling away before the older girl snatches her back, but it's too late.
I feel you, Little Ship.
The older girl is worried, angry at herself and confused. Little Ship is... there and here.
You feel a call to act, pushing through the tattered remnants of what once was, you see them in person.
"I..." Words are something you have never used before, though you know them well. "S-sssShiiip rreportting foorrr duuty." Sound comes from a mouth that is there and not, bare whisps of energy. Your hull creaks as you focus. "I am HMS Belfast, Reporting For Duty." The air shivers with your words but neither girl flinches, connected to you in the barest of ways. The ones with them, bar one, retreat with tight faces. The Shield remains, energy brushing over her like water would your bow.
Little Ship looks up at you, eyes sparkling with inert energy as she breathes quickly. The Paraxoxical one relaxes very slightly, energy blowing through your bridge like a gale as she warily inspects Little Ship.
Your period of waiting comes to an end soon enough, Little Ship practically bouncing in her harbours arms as she smiles up at you. "That was amazing! You are the ship, or the spirit or a ghost ship spirit or both..." Her voice trails off as she descends into thinking the sister, yes... her sister, speaking for the first time herself.
"What did you do." She presses against the connection harshly, shielding Little Ship from her octagonical as she lets her magic swirl around her. So much
"N-nnothing." You feel a tiredness creeping up on you, something you had only felt after the longest of voyages. "Is fine." She looks at you septically, the Black Shield stepping between the two of you as they move backwards.
POV
[] HMS Belfast
[] Cerys
[] Daiyu
[] Una
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Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Agreed, sister time.
[X] Una
[X] Una
[X] Una
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
Put on your belfast rig Una, It's time to sink some Daemons! (EIther that, Or we go Sea Queens style and the personification joins us on a quest)
Wait, what?
[X] Una
@Naron
I have reasons to believe that the ship was alive before, it merely had no power, both physical, and metaphysically. Now, however, I believe that since we are here, some of the magical power that we are radiating was amplified into her speaking per say, using energy vibrations to communicate, rather than speech or by a mouth. She is a magical/spiritual creature, so it makes sense that she would feed off of magic. Take her as dehydrated, per say, and us radiating magic simply feeds her. Going thirsty for that long usually takes away your ability to speak.
It is not every day you are met of a being of power, a servant of Gaia, no less.
Either that, or Una has an unexplained spoiler power to give souls and sapience to things, which then SV would use to rise a ship-girl army to take over the world.
Wait, what?
[X] Una
@Naron
I have reasons to believe that the ship was alive before, it merely had no power, both physical, and metaphysically. Now, however, I believe that since we are here, some of the magical power that we are radiating was amplified into her speaking per say, using energy vibrations to communicate, rather than speech or by a mouth. She is a magical/spiritual creature, so it makes sense that she would feed off of magic. Take her as dehydrated, per say, and us radiating magic simply feeds her. Going thirsty for that long usually takes away your ability to speak.
It is not every day you are met of a being of power, a servant of Gaia, no less.
Either that, or Una has an unexplained spoiler power to give souls and sapience to things, which then SV would use to rise a ship-girl army to take over the world.
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