Out of the Fog (Kantai Collection/???)
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Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Icky Bits. (Do they count as spare parts? Or low quality paint?)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
But guys, guys! Guys! We are already pretty decent at punching people to death and we have Puppy to shoot things for us. We don't need a gun, what we NEED is to buff out the damage, or in a pinch cover it up, and THAT is where all the human oil comes in. We can make our color uniform again! That is so clearly more important than some gun that I am sort of baffled I have to point it out.
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
But guys, guys! Guys! We are already pretty decent at punching people to death and we have Puppy to shoot things for us. We don't need a gun, what we NEED is to buff out the damage, or in a pinch cover it up, and THAT is where all the human oil comes in. We can make our color uniform again! That is so clearly more important than some gun that I am sort of baffled I have to point it out.
- Location
- United States
[X] Icky Bits. (Do they count as spare parts? Or low quality paint?)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
Okay, I've belatedly made a few small tweaks to the Traits post to match up with this update. With that done I'll reply/comment on what everyone has said so far.
It's good to be back. I've been stalled on a lot of things but I'm going to try and build up some momentum again here.
I have in mind what the Abyssal version of 'Fairies' are and those should be vaguely disturbing, but feel free to try for an omake. I may even dig up a reward for something amusing and appropriate.
It does get you someone else to talk to apart from Puppy. There is also the issue of why they're tied up...
Compared to most humans (or many parahumans) it's a nasty thing. From the protagonist's PoV it isn't too impressive though and mounting it properly will take some resources. For the moment she'd just be totting it in her hands because it would be a new trophy/toy to show off.
It could have gone worse in several ways although for a guaranteed Butcher kill going berserk would have been the go-to option.
It's a minigun. Now compare that to a naval cannon...
Punching probably isn't the most effective form of combat for you, but you've got the raw power, toughness, and weirdness that it has been working well enough. It's fun though and showy in ways that the protagonist appreciates...
Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
brb sinking a Warship Gunner ship and getting a rotary 152mm
But you have a point. Puppy > Minigun. Changed my vote.
Hmm... Is it possible to MAKE a naval cannon then?
Probably would need the metal we burned, but still.
Yeah, punching with our raw power does take care of most people that aren't brutes... but uh...
Guys, we kinda need to be in melee range to punch people. And we've had a problem with Puppy + Danger Close warnings. So having a ranged weapon does take care of units too fast for us to melee punch, or ones near-by that we can melee punch because reasons, but we can't also call down DANGER CLOSE FIRE SUPPORT on.
Ginger Maniac
Subject to Gravity
- Location
- Old Blighty
Oh hey, this has once again clawed its way up from the crushing depths to inflict scatter-brained suffering upon all who dare displease the Greatest Flagship, in an endearingly haphazard manner!
Sweet.
Sweet.
Making/growing a cannon would require more Ammo and Metal than you currently have, but there still are ships around...
In general combat expendables will run off of Ammo, adjustments to an Abyssal or major repairs need Metal, and Fuel covers deal with minor healing, general recovery, plus a few other less obvious things. Somethings, such as making fighters, would be resource hogs.
Hmm. I just realised that our protagonist is going to have an unusual reaction if she hears about certain feats of Endbringer.
I'm flattered.
That is a marvellous turn of phrase. As thanks for it I shall direct you to consider what the
...
TOO BRIGHT. MUST REMOVE THE LIGHT FROM THE SEA. DARKNESS MUST FALL.
Thoughts on our darkest lady has on her to-do list. (Man it is kinda hard to be this er... well this.)
1. Never return to the fog of unending darkness.
2. Have a legion of minions as deep and dark as my soul.
3. Sink ships so they can properly enjoy the deep depths of the sea.
4. Write more poetry.
Voting has closed.
Ah, whoops? A day later than I meant to post this, but at least it's decided now?
Ah, whoops? A day later than I meant to post this, but at least it's decided now?
Vote Tally : Out of the Fog (Kantai Collection/???) | Page 14 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.4
[X] That Gun. (Mounting it might be a pain.)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
No. of Votes: 8
LightMage
Biigoh
johnnyjr100
Jrin
ltmauve
veekie
wtdtd
Xyzarach
[X] Enemy Crew. (One is still moving and is already tied up!)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
No. of Votes: 6
Creticus
Arkatekt
EFW3
Megaolix
Twei
Vanestus
[X] Icky Bits. (Do they count as spare parts? Or low quality paint?)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
No. of Votes: 2
mc2rpg
Brainwasher
Total No. of Voters: 16
##### NetTally 1.7.4
[X] That Gun. (Mounting it might be a pain.)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
No. of Votes: 8
LightMage
Biigoh
johnnyjr100
Jrin
ltmauve
veekie
wtdtd
Xyzarach
[X] Enemy Crew. (One is still moving and is already tied up!)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
No. of Votes: 6
Creticus
Arkatekt
EFW3
Megaolix
Twei
Vanestus
[X] Icky Bits. (Do they count as spare parts? Or low quality paint?)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
No. of Votes: 2
mc2rpg
Brainwasher
Total No. of Voters: 16
TURN - A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.16
[X] That Gun. (Mounting it might be a pain.)
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
It was love at first sight.
You knew that it wouldn't last, that it would be a brief relationship that would end all too soon, but for now you felt a warmth in your boilers and a lump in your throat as you took in the beauty before you.
It was obvious that there had been someone before you, a silly type who didn't know how precious what they had tossed aside really was, but you didn't care. Waking over you knelt down then brave a first gentle touch.
When you stood you were cradling your new love in your arms and you couldn't stop smiling at the connection you felt. You didn't really have the right words to sum up the emotions you felt, but you tried anyway...
"Now I have a machine gun!" You announced, ignoring for the moment that it was technically a rotatory cannon, then tried to give a suitably crazed laugh, "Ho-ho-ho!"
It'd take a crowbar (applied somewhere painful) to have wiped the grin off of your face as you hefted the weapon, which was perhaps as long as you were tall, and pointed it towards various nearby would-be targets. The corner of a cargo container, the still visible mast of a mostly sunken ship, the light at the top of a radio tower...
"Pew! Pew! Pew!" You murmured as you experimented with how best to aim your new toy. It wasn't exactly a heavy weapon, far lighter than even what Puppy wielded, but in comparison to your previous lack you were very happy with your new relationship.
There was the concern that you didn't have it mounted properly, the lack of Metal making that currently impossible, but if the ship-girl you'd punched out of existence had managed to fire it when it was just held in her hands then you could too.
It couldn't be that hard if she could do it, right?
From across the bay you heard how Puppy was enjoying herself, both from the sound of her cannons firing at a measured pace as she shelled one of the trapped ships and from the way the happy murmurs she was making over the radio. You didn't think that she actually knew she was speaking 'out loud', but given how you'd worried her you decided not to bring it up just yet.
Looking over the sight of your fight you winced a little at the sight. You didn't object to the craters in the concrete, making this pier almost unusable, nor the sticky red bits and pieces of the fleshy people you'd been fight. Seeing your own monochrome fluids though, the black oil with its rainbow sheen and the white stuff that you knew less about the use of, made you shiver briefly.
"I'm of the Darkness," You murmured to remind yourself of the truth, "I'm of the Abyssal, I'm a Glorious Leader Born To Cause The Despair And Lamentations Of My Enemies."
Straightening your shoulders you raised your new weapon high in one hand as you raised your voice.
"I am the Greater One, the Flagship of My Fleet," You said with growing confidence, "My enemies shall want to sink themselves in terror rather than face me and I shall not allow... permit them that chance to flee before I crush them like the mere row boats they are."
"You are?"
"Yes, I am Terror of the Seas!" You cried out, brandishing the gun for emphasis, "Bang! Bang! Bang! My enemies shall fall, shattered wrecks, and they will now the darkness before I feed them to the Abyss."
"Really? That's amazing."
"Truly," You affirm, a smile coming to your lips despite yourself. "I shall be the Queen of Fear and Darkness, I shall begin to shrill and cry, to tell those young would-be slayers that today they too shall die!"
"Does that mean I don't get to sink this ship?"
"Of course not," You say indulgently, "I said you coul-"
You stopped as you realised that you weren't talking to some hypothetical audience from your own imagination.
"Do I get to sink it?" Puppy prompted again over your shared channel then reluctantly added, "I mean, it's sort of taking on water and I've put a few little holes in it but if you want to actually do it in...?"
"Erm... Um..." It was a tempting offer, but you were more worried about the fact that Puppy had actually heard your monologue. It wasn't ready, it was just off the cuff, you hadn't even had proper cue cards to read off! "
"No," You said as you forced yourself to sound more composed. "It is my gift to you, my dearest Minion, so you may have that honour. Let her sink, let her fall, her be claimed by the Abyss. I... Just don't listen to the radio for a bit, enjoy yourself, and I'll head over to meet up with you soon. Okay?"
You caught motion out of the corner of your eye and, turning to look, you spotted that there was one of the squishy types from the fight who were still moving. That was someone who had heard you giving that sub-par prep talk to yourself and if you just left him then...
"Okay, Boss." Puppy said, her worries quelled and happiness returning, "Have fun... And that was a really cool speech."
Before you could respond there was a soft mental 'click' and you could somehow tell that Puppy was no longer sending nor receiving.
While confident in yourself once more (just as you should be!) your cheeks were still hot with embarrassment and you weren't quite sure what to do next. You had planned on going to head off immediately to meet up with Puppy, but your words might have implied that you had something else to do so she might ask awkward questions if you arrived too quickly.
A few possibilities came to mind though for how to occupy yourself. There were some sirens coming from not too far away that you could look into, you could just try sorting out your internal damage control while you had time, you could see if you could make your enemies properly quail by giving a better version of your speech over a public frequency...
You pouted.
It wasn't supposed to be hard working out how to waste time!
How Will You Occupy Yourself? (Pick one.)
[ ] Check your damage and do minor repairs.
[ ] Do a speech over the radio.
[ ] Perform repairs. (Costs 1 Metal.) Unavailable.
[ ] Go find out what the sirens are for.
[ ] Play with your new toy.
[ ] Review your Glorious Prose. (And the Abyss, of course.)
[ ] <Write-in : Single action not already covered.>
[X] No. Save it to share with Puppy.
oOo
It was love at first sight.
You knew that it wouldn't last, that it would be a brief relationship that would end all too soon, but for now you felt a warmth in your boilers and a lump in your throat as you took in the beauty before you.
It was obvious that there had been someone before you, a silly type who didn't know how precious what they had tossed aside really was, but you didn't care. Waking over you knelt down then brave a first gentle touch.
When you stood you were cradling your new love in your arms and you couldn't stop smiling at the connection you felt. You didn't really have the right words to sum up the emotions you felt, but you tried anyway...
"Now I have a machine gun!" You announced, ignoring for the moment that it was technically a rotatory cannon, then tried to give a suitably crazed laugh, "Ho-ho-ho!"
It'd take a crowbar (applied somewhere painful) to have wiped the grin off of your face as you hefted the weapon, which was perhaps as long as you were tall, and pointed it towards various nearby would-be targets. The corner of a cargo container, the still visible mast of a mostly sunken ship, the light at the top of a radio tower...
"Pew! Pew! Pew!" You murmured as you experimented with how best to aim your new toy. It wasn't exactly a heavy weapon, far lighter than even what Puppy wielded, but in comparison to your previous lack you were very happy with your new relationship.
There was the concern that you didn't have it mounted properly, the lack of Metal making that currently impossible, but if the ship-girl you'd punched out of existence had managed to fire it when it was just held in her hands then you could too.
It couldn't be that hard if she could do it, right?
From across the bay you heard how Puppy was enjoying herself, both from the sound of her cannons firing at a measured pace as she shelled one of the trapped ships and from the way the happy murmurs she was making over the radio. You didn't think that she actually knew she was speaking 'out loud', but given how you'd worried her you decided not to bring it up just yet.
Looking over the sight of your fight you winced a little at the sight. You didn't object to the craters in the concrete, making this pier almost unusable, nor the sticky red bits and pieces of the fleshy people you'd been fight. Seeing your own monochrome fluids though, the black oil with its rainbow sheen and the white stuff that you knew less about the use of, made you shiver briefly.
"I'm of the Darkness," You murmured to remind yourself of the truth, "I'm of the Abyssal, I'm a Glorious Leader Born To Cause The Despair And Lamentations Of My Enemies."
Straightening your shoulders you raised your new weapon high in one hand as you raised your voice.
"I am the Greater One, the Flagship of My Fleet," You said with growing confidence, "My enemies shall want to sink themselves in terror rather than face me and I shall not allow... permit them that chance to flee before I crush them like the mere row boats they are."
"You are?"
"Yes, I am Terror of the Seas!" You cried out, brandishing the gun for emphasis, "Bang! Bang! Bang! My enemies shall fall, shattered wrecks, and they will now the darkness before I feed them to the Abyss."
"Really? That's amazing."
"Truly," You affirm, a smile coming to your lips despite yourself. "I shall be the Queen of Fear and Darkness, I shall begin to shrill and cry, to tell those young would-be slayers that today they too shall die!"
"Does that mean I don't get to sink this ship?"
"Of course not," You say indulgently, "I said you coul-"
You stopped as you realised that you weren't talking to some hypothetical audience from your own imagination.
"Do I get to sink it?" Puppy prompted again over your shared channel then reluctantly added, "I mean, it's sort of taking on water and I've put a few little holes in it but if you want to actually do it in...?"
"Erm... Um..." It was a tempting offer, but you were more worried about the fact that Puppy had actually heard your monologue. It wasn't ready, it was just off the cuff, you hadn't even had proper cue cards to read off! "
"No," You said as you forced yourself to sound more composed. "It is my gift to you, my dearest Minion, so you may have that honour. Let her sink, let her fall, her be claimed by the Abyss. I... Just don't listen to the radio for a bit, enjoy yourself, and I'll head over to meet up with you soon. Okay?"
You caught motion out of the corner of your eye and, turning to look, you spotted that there was one of the squishy types from the fight who were still moving. That was someone who had heard you giving that sub-par prep talk to yourself and if you just left him then...
"Okay, Boss." Puppy said, her worries quelled and happiness returning, "Have fun... And that was a really cool speech."
Before you could respond there was a soft mental 'click' and you could somehow tell that Puppy was no longer sending nor receiving.
While confident in yourself once more (just as you should be!) your cheeks were still hot with embarrassment and you weren't quite sure what to do next. You had planned on going to head off immediately to meet up with Puppy, but your words might have implied that you had something else to do so she might ask awkward questions if you arrived too quickly.
A few possibilities came to mind though for how to occupy yourself. There were some sirens coming from not too far away that you could look into, you could just try sorting out your internal damage control while you had time, you could see if you could make your enemies properly quail by giving a better version of your speech over a public frequency...
You pouted.
It wasn't supposed to be hard working out how to waste time!
oOo
Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.16
oOo
You're Not Getting Damage Reports.
Not Even About the Lack of Damage Reports.
oOo
UPDATE: The weapon "Rotary Cannon Thingy" has been added to your character notes.Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.16
oOo
You're Not Getting Damage Reports.
Not Even About the Lack of Damage Reports.
oOo
How Will You Occupy Yourself? (Pick one.)
[ ] Check your damage and do minor repairs.
[ ] Do a speech over the radio.
[ ] Go find out what the sirens are for.
[ ] Play with your new toy.
[ ] Review your Glorious Prose. (And the Abyss, of course.)
[ ] <Write-in : Single action not already covered.>
wtdtd
slow thinker, with crippling abundance of time
- Location
- The Netherlands
Does this imply an infinite amount of ammo for said weapon?