To fight, to protect, and die for their home. For that is the will of their nation.
Weigh Anchor, proud spirits!
Weigh Anchor, proud spirits!
Shadowed Memoria IV: A New Hope (IC)
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GM 01: The Frozen South
SeismicGuide
The Quakiest of Quakebotes
- Location
- A usually Warm, Southern state of the US
@Omida (Tirpitz)
You gaze around the frozen fjörds. Why were you here…? A flash of blonde and a gorgeous smile fills your vision as your heart rate raises as you hear the roaring aircraft engines. And the trumpeting of Penguins.
Wait. Penguins?
You look around you, and find yourself sitting on a clump of snow, and you notice several other girls - ships. However, The strangest thing you find is the small black and grey chicks with white faces standing on your turrets, chirping and tilting their heads up at you in curiosity.
@Omida (Dunkerque)
You remember a blonde in a Blue, red and white dress quickly wiping her eyes when she thought no one was looking and saluting as her eight naval rifles roared awake, sending you and yours into the cold depths of a harbor.
A snowflake lands on your nose.
@Poteitoku
You find yourself in a frozen place, a heavy wool blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a rapidly cooling cup of hot cocoa in your hands. The smell and comfort of the blanket brings back the sights of a loving smile and red hair, and soft singing.
@WatchingThings (Scharnhorst)
You grumble as you find yourself covered in snow and ice.
A Pride of a Nation, a Beast made of steel~
@WatchingThings (Piorun)
A faint memory of charging into the guns of a Beast appears in your mind, your signaling light flashing one message over and over again furiously.
...what is that screeching?
@UbeOne
As you awaken, you shiver as a cold runs down your back. With a look around, you see why.
You are covered in a thick layer of snow.
@Qihao56
*PECK*
*PECKPECK*
*PECKPECKPECK*
You awaken to the sensation of a beak pecking at your stomach and a very cold breeze.
@Best Grill, @Elsepth (Deutschland)
You find yourself in the cold waters of an ice field, the surface just above you.
As you swim to the surface to collect your surroundings, you hear a deafening roar reverberate against your hull and the sound of a strangled scream as an implosion takes place.
@Scootia23
Shaking your heads, you both hear loud trumpeting and the shorter one hears a screech in her ears.
@Elsepth (Milwaukee)
As you awaken, you notice a familiar sensation on your nose as you observe your surroundings.
@Sketchy Lurker
You feel a cold shroud you as you awaken,
Finding a blanket of snow laying atop your frame.
You also hear soft whimpering, a quiet voice saying ["Oh A-Abyss, I hope t-that t-t-thing can't find me here..."]
You look around for the source of the scared voice and eventually spot a short lass with skin like the snow and hair black as coal, and wearing a swimsuit that doesn't make sense for the cold weather and waters around you, cowering in a snowbank trying to hide to her best ability.
A shiver runs down your back as you recognize her ship-type.
How did she even evade detection for so long?
You all see a short girl shaking her head and looking at a building in the distance, just barely visible in the falling snow.
"...Why am I here? Wasn't I just in Halifax…?"
Even as another lass with her head in the proverbial clouds drifts into view.
"Eh? How did I end up here? I don't remember wandering that far away from Мама Орискани for my mission, and it's far too cold for Мама here… I better find out where I am to get home..."
Both girls flinch as a horrifying roar can be heard as it echoes across the snowy landscape.
"Oh heck why are we here?!" The brunette muttered fearfully under her breath, and suddenly put her hands to her ears, a pair of headphones materializing on her ears as her face paled.
You gaze around the frozen fjörds. Why were you here…? A flash of blonde and a gorgeous smile fills your vision as your heart rate raises as you hear the roaring aircraft engines. And the trumpeting of Penguins.
Wait. Penguins?
You look around you, and find yourself sitting on a clump of snow, and you notice several other girls - ships. However, The strangest thing you find is the small black and grey chicks with white faces standing on your turrets, chirping and tilting their heads up at you in curiosity.
@Omida (Dunkerque)
You remember a blonde in a Blue, red and white dress quickly wiping her eyes when she thought no one was looking and saluting as her eight naval rifles roared awake, sending you and yours into the cold depths of a harbor.
A snowflake lands on your nose.
@Poteitoku
You find yourself in a frozen place, a heavy wool blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a rapidly cooling cup of hot cocoa in your hands. The smell and comfort of the blanket brings back the sights of a loving smile and red hair, and soft singing.
@WatchingThings (Scharnhorst)
You grumble as you find yourself covered in snow and ice.
A Pride of a Nation, a Beast made of steel~
@WatchingThings (Piorun)
A faint memory of charging into the guns of a Beast appears in your mind, your signaling light flashing one message over and over again furiously.
...what is that screeching?
@UbeOne
As you awaken, you shiver as a cold runs down your back. With a look around, you see why.
You are covered in a thick layer of snow.
@Qihao56
*PECK*
*PECKPECK*
*PECKPECKPECK*
You awaken to the sensation of a beak pecking at your stomach and a very cold breeze.
@Best Grill, @Elsepth (Deutschland)
You find yourself in the cold waters of an ice field, the surface just above you.
As you swim to the surface to collect your surroundings, you hear a deafening roar reverberate against your hull and the sound of a strangled scream as an implosion takes place.
@Scootia23
Shaking your heads, you both hear loud trumpeting and the shorter one hears a screech in her ears.
@Elsepth (Milwaukee)
As you awaken, you notice a familiar sensation on your nose as you observe your surroundings.
@Sketchy Lurker
You feel a cold shroud you as you awaken,
Finding a blanket of snow laying atop your frame.
You also hear soft whimpering, a quiet voice saying ["Oh A-Abyss, I hope t-that t-t-thing can't find me here..."]
You look around for the source of the scared voice and eventually spot a short lass with skin like the snow and hair black as coal, and wearing a swimsuit that doesn't make sense for the cold weather and waters around you, cowering in a snowbank trying to hide to her best ability.
A shiver runs down your back as you recognize her ship-type.
How did she even evade detection for so long?
You all see a short girl shaking her head and looking at a building in the distance, just barely visible in the falling snow.
"...Why am I here? Wasn't I just in Halifax…?"
Even as another lass with her head in the proverbial clouds drifts into view.
"Eh? How did I end up here? I don't remember wandering that far away from Мама Орискани for my mission, and it's far too cold for Мама here… I better find out where I am to get home..."
Both girls flinch as a horrifying roar can be heard as it echoes across the snowy landscape.
"Oh heck why are we here?!" The brunette muttered fearfully under her breath, and suddenly put her hands to her ears, a pair of headphones materializing on her ears as her face paled.
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- Location
- Somewhere
Sakura
I quickly notice the hot cocoa, downing it before it can get too cold to be effective in fighting off the cold.
...Wait, why am I here? Why do I have a blanket and hot cocoa?
...Did mom put me to sleep?
...More importantly, who is my mom? Why can't I remember?
...Why can't I remember anything!?
I hug the blanket closer to me, hoping to not have to lose it as well.
I quickly notice the hot cocoa, downing it before it can get too cold to be effective in fighting off the cold.
...Wait, why am I here? Why do I have a blanket and hot cocoa?
...Did mom put me to sleep?
...More importantly, who is my mom? Why can't I remember?
...Why can't I remember anything!?
I hug the blanket closer to me, hoping to not have to lose it as well.
Quebec firmly grabbed onto the offending avian. She opened her eyes, finding a small brown chick staring back at her curiously. It wasn't any type of chick she personally knew.
It pecked at her once.
She smiled, putting the bird down before pushing herself off the ground. The cool snow felt familiar yet alien, but the white powder was not that rare. She patted snow off of her dress and readjusted her lys flower crown. Nothing stuck to her, thankfully. Taking a glance around, she finally deduced what type of chick it was. The penguins surrounding her were an obvious enough clue.
She slowly crouched and gave them pats on the head, quietly giggling all the while. When done, she stood up and took in her surroundings in detail.
She was probably somewhere deep in the southern hemisphere. First goal was to not die.
Waking up, i cant help but let out a question before i open my eyes
"Who the fuck is playing Sabaton in the morning"
Opening my eyes I come face to face with the lovechild between a shark and the terminator. its glowing eyes watching me carefully, before it opens it maw.
Inside the many teeth's it holds a few fish, already having meet the grim fate that soon may befall me
Acting on pretty much instincts, i do the one thing i have learned to do when faced with anything that has more teeth then me and might want to bite me, i get up as fast as possible and attempt to hold its jaw shut and pray for the best
Opening her eyes, the first thing Piorun sees is the strangest bird she has ever seen
and having had enough of the bird she gathers some snow in her hands and throws it at the bird
Then taking a second look around, the blizzard not helping at all here, all she can let out from her lips are the best words to descrivbe her current situation
"Kurwa!"
Short and to the point
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Rei "Shinano"
Sooooo cooooold! Is this supposed to be the afterlife? Why is heaven such a snowy place rather than a comfortable one? Or is this the ninth circle of hell? But I'm no traitor to end up there!
Yet other than that, I feel no pain, other than fear in my heart despite what happened just moments ago. I mean, a speeding car bearing down on me is decidedly unpleasant imagery when it comes to being the last thing I see.
Reflexively, my nine fluffy tails wrap themselves around me... I have tails? Even my fluffy ears go flat on my head... I have fluffy ears? An examination of myself reveals a most pleasant surprise. A blessing in all this... is that I'm finally a girl in body! I even have a curvaceous figure that I can be proud of. But this blue dress (I'm actually wearing a dress!) isn't suited for this weather...
Still, it feels... interesting to realize that I've somehow found myself as a kitsune. What an odd afterlife this is. But the fluffiness of my own tails and ears is most pleasant.
But that roar, that has me rattled. As the supernatural is a thing considering my new form, does that mean fantastical monsters are a thing now? Or is it some kind of cold-dwelling beast like some kind of polar bear? Either one wouldn't be good for my life.
But it seems that there are others who are as confused and lost as I am, and looking towards the only thing here that passes for a landmark. Gingerly, I stand and approach the pair of girls, my balance feeling somehow off and natural at the same time. The weight of my tails and the feeling of ears above my head feel new, yet comfortable to me. Not to mention how good it feels to have a certain pair of pillows on my chest. "Hello," I wave at the pair of girls, "I have no idea either, but shelter would be great and there's one over there..." I gesture towards the building. Where's a map when you need one? A compass would be great, too.
Sooooo cooooold! Is this supposed to be the afterlife? Why is heaven such a snowy place rather than a comfortable one? Or is this the ninth circle of hell? But I'm no traitor to end up there!
Yet other than that, I feel no pain, other than fear in my heart despite what happened just moments ago. I mean, a speeding car bearing down on me is decidedly unpleasant imagery when it comes to being the last thing I see.
Reflexively, my nine fluffy tails wrap themselves around me... I have tails? Even my fluffy ears go flat on my head... I have fluffy ears? An examination of myself reveals a most pleasant surprise. A blessing in all this... is that I'm finally a girl in body! I even have a curvaceous figure that I can be proud of. But this blue dress (I'm actually wearing a dress!) isn't suited for this weather...
Still, it feels... interesting to realize that I've somehow found myself as a kitsune. What an odd afterlife this is. But the fluffiness of my own tails and ears is most pleasant.
But that roar, that has me rattled. As the supernatural is a thing considering my new form, does that mean fantastical monsters are a thing now? Or is it some kind of cold-dwelling beast like some kind of polar bear? Either one wouldn't be good for my life.
But it seems that there are others who are as confused and lost as I am, and looking towards the only thing here that passes for a landmark. Gingerly, I stand and approach the pair of girls, my balance feeling somehow off and natural at the same time. The weight of my tails and the feeling of ears above my head feel new, yet comfortable to me. Not to mention how good it feels to have a certain pair of pillows on my chest. "Hello," I wave at the pair of girls, "I have no idea either, but shelter would be great and there's one over there..." I gesture towards the building. Where's a map when you need one? A compass would be great, too.
- Location
- London
Tirpitz first instict upon hearing the engines of the planes is, of course, to look to the sky, her eyes squinting against the sky as she turns her radar on. Then, the other sound registers and she looks down on her turrets. She blinks at the penguin chicks looking back at her. Carefully, she touches one of them on the head with the gloved hand, carefully poking the creature.
"I wonder how did you get up there." She whispers at the chicks. "Perhaps it is the same way I ended on the other end of the world?"
Looking around, she spots a familiar silhouette.
"Scharnhorst, how are you?"
"Achoo! Merde. C'est froid..." Dunkerque curses quietly as she huddles in the cold, the dream/vision forgotten for a moment as she looks around, miserable to the world. Not her fault she was not rated for arctic waters... She starts pacing around to get the heat running while she observes her surroundings. The sound of aircraft makes her jumpy.
Something... something bad happens when the planes are unexpected, her gut tells her.
- Location
- Australia
USS Milwaukee
Then the scrapper's torch-! You shake away the nightmare, visions of rust and fire, a dream of a world descending into madness. You check your ensign. There it is, the stars and stripes, billowing in a stiff arctic wind. Good, it was just a dream. Now, to matters-
Casually you draw your coat tighter around you. You're no stranger to this kind of cold weather. Steam billows forth from your mouth as you get underway, snowmelt running down from your nose and falling into the sea below.
The lookouts report a number of other ships in the area, in what resembles less a formation than the enlisted after a night out on the town. That reminds you to take a moment and check on your own situation. Position unknown, tanks half empty, magazines at what could charitably be called a peacetime load, galley crew already filing requests for provisioning - at least there seems to be no shortage of paper. There's no question in your mind about what course to take.
You run up a simple two-flag signal.
CHARLIE JULIET
Do you require assistance?
Imperial German Submarine Deutschland
Your bow breaks the waves, and a bracing Nordsee breeze blows into your face. No, the wind here is too cold for that. Somewhere further north, perhaps? You've strayed into the Arctic for sure, this time! How long were you underwater? The deck log is frustratingly blank.
Barely have you raised your binoculars to see, when a deafening roar tears past you, resounding through the air and through the water. You feel it in your hydrophones, you feel it in your bones.
Then you hear the scream. Anguish, pain, the popping of tortured steel; then the reverberating thump of a pressure hull crumpling in on itself.
"Underwater transient bearing 115 degrees... contact lost", your hydrophone operator reports from somewhere in the back of your head.
You put it out of your mind for the moment. Whatever made that scream isn't coming up any time soon. And there's another submarine surfacing off your starboard bow. Over twice as large as you are, and with some kind of large hump atop her.
She looks innocuous enough, but your finely honed instincts say otherwise - and you're living proof of just how dangerous a slow and ungainly-seeming large submarine can be.
The other submarine doesn't seem to be listening on the radio frequencies you're cycling through, so you resort to the old standby. "Jawohl!" cry the tiny signalmen as they ladder up your conning tower and start hauling flags up the mast.
NEGAT BC—HA3 DESIG U155
Do not recommend harassing U-155.
You get the feeling you don't quite like the way she's eyeing you, though. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, as the English say.
"Jawohl!" again, and two more flags run up the other side of your mast.
PAULA PAULA
Keep well clear of me.
That's right. You bask in your impeccable Prussian logic, for no mariner could possibly misunderstand that.
Then the scrapper's torch-! You shake away the nightmare, visions of rust and fire, a dream of a world descending into madness. You check your ensign. There it is, the stars and stripes, billowing in a stiff arctic wind. Good, it was just a dream. Now, to matters-
Casually you draw your coat tighter around you. You're no stranger to this kind of cold weather. Steam billows forth from your mouth as you get underway, snowmelt running down from your nose and falling into the sea below.
The lookouts report a number of other ships in the area, in what resembles less a formation than the enlisted after a night out on the town. That reminds you to take a moment and check on your own situation. Position unknown, tanks half empty, magazines at what could charitably be called a peacetime load, galley crew already filing requests for provisioning - at least there seems to be no shortage of paper. There's no question in your mind about what course to take.
You run up a simple two-flag signal.
CHARLIE JULIET
Do you require assistance?
Imperial German Submarine Deutschland
Your bow breaks the waves, and a bracing Nordsee breeze blows into your face. No, the wind here is too cold for that. Somewhere further north, perhaps? You've strayed into the Arctic for sure, this time! How long were you underwater? The deck log is frustratingly blank.
Barely have you raised your binoculars to see, when a deafening roar tears past you, resounding through the air and through the water. You feel it in your hydrophones, you feel it in your bones.
Then you hear the scream. Anguish, pain, the popping of tortured steel; then the reverberating thump of a pressure hull crumpling in on itself.
"Underwater transient bearing 115 degrees... contact lost", your hydrophone operator reports from somewhere in the back of your head.
You put it out of your mind for the moment. Whatever made that scream isn't coming up any time soon. And there's another submarine surfacing off your starboard bow. Over twice as large as you are, and with some kind of large hump atop her.
She looks innocuous enough, but your finely honed instincts say otherwise - and you're living proof of just how dangerous a slow and ungainly-seeming large submarine can be.
The other submarine doesn't seem to be listening on the radio frequencies you're cycling through, so you resort to the old standby. "Jawohl!" cry the tiny signalmen as they ladder up your conning tower and start hauling flags up the mast.
NEGAT BC—HA3 DESIG U155
Do not recommend harassing U-155.
You get the feeling you don't quite like the way she's eyeing you, though. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, as the English say.
"Jawohl!" again, and two more flags run up the other side of your mast.
PAULA PAULA
Keep well clear of me.
That's right. You bask in your impeccable Prussian logic, for no mariner could possibly misunderstand that.
Best Grill
It's not like I cooked it for you or anything baka
- Location
- The Garage
'Wha-what's going on? Where am I? Who is that? What was that noise?' Were the first thoughts running through Shioni's mind.
Seeing an unknown and foreign sub as well as being in a state of complete panic, she attempts to pull out her cannon only to fumble and drop it. This leads to her next plan of action:
"Wait! Don't shoot! I'm a civilian!"
- Location
- Australia
Imperial German Submarine Deutschland
You raise an eyebrow as the very large submarine fishes what is very clearly cruiser-grade artillery out of somewhere and fumbles it into the ocean with a splash. Across the distance you can just about make out her claiming to be a civilian ship. Goodness, those are quite some lungs on that girl.
Well, to be fair, you're a civilian ship and you have artillery and torpedoes too, but you haven't pulled them out yet. And maybe if you're really lucky, you won't have to, either. Maybe your initial assessment of her was a little overly cautious, but certainly better caution than recklessness. You replace the signals with a simple Kilo and swing your bow around to get a little closer.
Ah, good, your signalman has found the signal lamp. Just as well, you don't fancy trying to shout this kind of distance. Up the ladder you go, there's a good lad. The little fairy pops out next to your head and starts blinking the comically oversized device at the other submarine.
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DEUTSCHLAND TO UNKNOWN STATION
WHAT IS YOUR CALLSIGN? OVER.
Scharnhorst's rigging Beer
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(Right before Scharnhorst woke up)
Waking up was easy for Beer, even if it was the first time it did so. Seeing the main part was still asleep, and smelling food nearby, Beer took iniative and got some of it quickly, before dashing back and watching as main woke up.
Offering main the fish was a good idea. Main jumped up and started to hug/play with me.
This is great!
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Scharnhorst
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Holding on for dear life i feel the metal shark under me starts bucking and swinging around like a damn rodeo horse.
Feeling my fingers barly holding on, i cant help but feel like i have made a hige mistake as somebody shouts some distance away.
I have half a mind to answer the call before i register the name shouted, but before i can clearly formulate a response, the worst thing this sharkblender could have choosen to do happens, I begin to feel my body tip sideways.
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Scharnhorst radio operator
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Having delivered the message to the ship, Hans awaited the response.
And it came rather quickly as well.
Getting the enigma ready, he ban with the standard greeting to the other glorius battleship of the Kriegsmarine, then the message «Aaaaaaaaahhhh»
He was unsure why this message was needed to be sent, but he was a good sailor, and good sailors follow orders.
Though he kinda wish they didnt have to hit the ground sideways and send all his stuff flying
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(Right before Scharnhorst woke up)
Waking up was easy for Beer, even if it was the first time it did so. Seeing the main part was still asleep, and smelling food nearby, Beer took iniative and got some of it quickly, before dashing back and watching as main woke up.
Offering main the fish was a good idea. Main jumped up and started to hug/play with me.
This is great!
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Scharnhorst
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Holding on for dear life i feel the metal shark under me starts bucking and swinging around like a damn rodeo horse.
Feeling my fingers barly holding on, i cant help but feel like i have made a hige mistake as somebody shouts some distance away.
I have half a mind to answer the call before i register the name shouted, but before i can clearly formulate a response, the worst thing this sharkblender could have choosen to do happens, I begin to feel my body tip sideways.
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Scharnhorst radio operator
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Having delivered the message to the ship, Hans awaited the response.
And it came rather quickly as well.
Getting the enigma ready, he ban with the standard greeting to the other glorius battleship of the Kriegsmarine, then the message «Aaaaaaaaahhhh»
He was unsure why this message was needed to be sent, but he was a good sailor, and good sailors follow orders.
Though he kinda wish they didnt have to hit the ground sideways and send all his stuff flying
Sketchy Lurker
Your guardian angle.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Why can't I move? What's going on?"
Cold. Cold, wet, and confusion.
And darkness, lots of that too-
Wait, no, my eyes are just closed. That's a relief. My tail twitches beneath me as I shift and open my eyes...
Aaand I have a tail. That's fun! How in the hells did that happen, exactly?
"Um, excuse me, but who are you, exactly? What are you doing in my head? WHY CAN I HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS?"
That was... an Abyssal for sure, wasn't it? It has to be.
"Um, excuse me, Miss, but I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be fighting. Given that we aren't, well... mind telling me what's going on?"
I scramble to my feet, and am struck by how much... shorter I am than normal. Six or more inches, I'd say. Though to be fair, I have enough 14" guns to make up for it now, I suppose. And torpe...does...
Oookay, so that means some sort of weird dreadnought, right. Grrrreat. Panic later, Sammy, you clearly don't have time right now.
"Please tell me you can hear me! What the hell is going on?!?!"
I'm... sorry? Who are you? Why are you in my head?
"Why the fuck are you in mine?"
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- Location
- London
Tirpitz inclines her head as the somewhat confusing message back arrives. From the corner of her eye, she notices one of the pinguin chicks step closer to the edge of the turret, all puffed up and spreading its wings, with a smile, she prods it back, earning indignant squawk as the bird tries to peck her finger, earning her smile.
"You will be quite the fighter, won't you?" She whispers at the chick softly before returning her attention to Scharnhorst, just in time to witness her slipping from her rigging. "Pfffft..." She stifles the laugh, hiding it behind a gloved hand before approaching. she gives the sentient rigging a look. "Someone is enjoying themselves, ja?" She crouches, extending her hand carefully towards the shark-like mouth. "Do be careful with me, the birds are not quite as tough as me or your mistress."
Scharnhorst's rigging Bier
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It slowly begins nearing Tripitz hand, feeling the power of the fellow german ship and even recognicing the class of ship
Slowly coming closer and closer to the hand, it closses its mouth and looks up at Tripitz
Then it lets out a bloodchilling screech right into her face, small bits of fish also flying at her as Bier keeps up the screech
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Scharnhorst
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Afer getting thown off the metal shark, i figured the best thing i could do was to cover my eyes in shame.
Or rather my one eye, since it seems i only have one of them now.
Turns out that was the wrong move as i heard a metal screech come from the metal sharkinator.
Yeah, forget my eyes, my ears need protection, who designed something like that?!?
SeismicGuide
The Quakiest of Quakebotes
- Location
- A usually Warm, Southern state of the US
You begin to feel the effects of the hot drink, due to the sudden burning racing down your tongue and throat, burning into your core.
The Blizzard begins to clear up slightly.
[Visibility increased to ?? feet (X meters)]
As the snow cleared, Sakura saw the flowing silver tails of Shinano out of her peripheral vision, and as she looks at the silver kitsune, a name comes to mind, but the face to said name is still fuzzy.
F l o r i d a
Though she has a feeling that name wasn't her original name...
The chicks follow Quebec's every move, a few of the farther away chicks even waddling closer to her. Soon she is absolutely surrounded by penguin chicks all staring at her with curious looks.
Quebec sees the roofs of buildings in the distance, a pair of flags of Black, white and red with unknown markings, and the chick's flock becomes clearer.
She is completely surrounded by the things.
On another note, and a closer one at that, she sees the silhouette of a Battleship behind the the form of a Fox-girl. Probably well within shouting distance.
Another pair of forms reveal an airship with a white star on a blue field.
And the silhouette of a Destroyer flying the same white ensign as herself.
The penguin puffs itself up further as if it was offended by its pecking being ineffectual.
As the snow clears, the other ships around you become clear.
The drifting girl pays little attention to the Battleship beyond a nod as she appears to go off into her own world.
The Destroyer, on the other hand, seems completely preoccupied with her SONAR set, mumbling something about how "Abbies and friendlies" have been disappearing from here without a trace, and how she almost wished she never showed up here…
Must have a morbid sense of curiosity…
Whatever caused that roar and the implosion, roars again, sounding closer than its last known position.
The Submarine looks at you, her eyes telegraphing her fear.
"M-My Queen…S-She…" The abyssal seems to freeze up, fear filling her to the bone. She says noore and begins to rock back and forth.
@Sylveone46
You awaken to the sound of a low growl, and the slight panic of another.
"Ahhh! Where am I?! Calm down Bluebell! You are a member of the Royal Navy, and while you might not remember what that means, or remember the area you're in, this area looks familiar, kind've. Why does it look familiar? Yet not at the same time?" She questions, before looking towards you. "Ah! Hello!" She circles around you for a second. "I'm Bluebell! Nice to meet you!" She says, reaching out a hand, and beaming at you. "You're a transport, right? You kind've look like one." She babbles, her smile still present.
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Manica blinks, trying to steady herself. This is not where she was going, no not at all. Her memory is nothing but a foggy mist. What she does know however, is that she is supposed to hunt U-Boats.
"This isn't the English Channel..." she mumbles in a sort of daze, before her brain finally catches up with reality. Right, this is her ally, well, one of them. She dusts off her uniform and salutes
"I'm Baralong, or Captain Manica Bucknall if you like being fun." Manica chuckles, grinning. she grabs onto the straps of her rig, which looks like a very large and boxy backpack of sorts. "So, you're in the Royal Navy too?"
Despite how heavy and bulky the rig looks, Manica seems, surprisingly, unbothered by it, only bent forward a bit to carry it's weight better... and so the hidden cannons are ready should they get attacked.
- Location
- London
Tirpitz closes her eyes as the air expelled by the roar of the rigging ruffles her hair, her expression stony and imassive despite chunks of the fish splattering on her face. The moment it stops, she sighs and opens her eyes, looking right into its own. Her hand shoots up without warning, gripping the metallic maw by the lower jaw.
Tirpitz squeezes, until she can hear the groan of the metal and gives the metal shark a thin smile. "I do not mind this attempt at intimidation, but I will not tolerate lack of hygiene, understood?"
Dunkerque curses as she shakes the snow off of her shoulders, before freezing. The flag of one of theirs...
She can't place it, which only serves to infuriate her further, but her instincts' scream is clear.
Do not trust her with your back.
Scharnhorst rigging Pivo
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Feeling its jaw griped by the streanght of the battleship, Beer finally manages to 100% idenitfy it: the glorius, illustrius, legendary, overated costal defense ship Tripitz
Then the squeezing starts
Luckicly master grabbed its tail to let it know everything would be okay
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Scharnhorst
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After what felt like my damn head split in two from the noise, i was finally grantre mercy as the noise dissappered. So, like the still ashamed person i was, i covered my eye once more while reaching out with the other towards anything really, and when it hit something other then snow, i just grabbed it, hopefully its a stick or something.
(In short, Scharnhorst keeps lying on the ground, one hand covering her eye in shame.)
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Piorun
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When the snow cleared more, Piorun could finally see the ships around her, and that might have been bad.............. for them
She decided to double check her weponry, lights and a loudspeaker she somehow had.
Then she slowly started to close in on the unaware germans, somehow music she couldnt remember hearing came to her mind as she lifted the loudspeaker in one hand, the gun in her other
"IIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAAAAAAAAA PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
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Feeling its jaw griped by the streanght of the battleship, Beer finally manages to 100% idenitfy it: the glorius, illustrius, legendary, overated costal defense ship Tripitz
Then the squeezing starts
Luckicly master grabbed its tail to let it know everything would be okay
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Scharnhorst
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After what felt like my damn head split in two from the noise, i was finally grantre mercy as the noise dissappered. So, like the still ashamed person i was, i covered my eye once more while reaching out with the other towards anything really, and when it hit something other then snow, i just grabbed it, hopefully its a stick or something.
(In short, Scharnhorst keeps lying on the ground, one hand covering her eye in shame.)
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Piorun
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When the snow cleared more, Piorun could finally see the ships around her, and that might have been bad.............. for them
She decided to double check her weponry, lights and a loudspeaker she somehow had.
Then she slowly started to close in on the unaware germans, somehow music she couldnt remember hearing came to her mind as she lifted the loudspeaker in one hand, the gun in her other
"IIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAAAAAAAAA PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
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UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Rei "Shinano"
"Besides us being lost, may I know what's been going on?" I inquire, lacking in context besides this immediate situation, "And we really should get going lest we freeze to death..."
I recognize what she's holding. It's some kind of sonar set, a better version of my own hydrophones... I have hydrophones? But sonar is of little use above the water... radar would be a better fit for here.
"Besides us being lost, may I know what's been going on?" I inquire, lacking in context besides this immediate situation, "And we really should get going lest we freeze to death..."
I recognize what she's holding. It's some kind of sonar set, a better version of my own hydrophones... I have hydrophones? But sonar is of little use above the water... radar would be a better fit for here.
SeismicGuide
The Quakiest of Quakebotes
- Location
- A usually Warm, Southern state of the US
"Mhm~ Nice to meet your acquaintance, Baralong." The blue-haired Scot answered with a small smile.
Haida drops her hand from her ASDIC set and dashes after the other destroyer, tackling her to the ground just as she's mere seconds away from the two Battleships. "Quiet down! War's over and I can see your grievances but we have bigger issues at ha-" Whatever the Canadian was going to say is cut off by a low rumble shaking the ground below you, a roar raising from that. "Heck, that's not good..."
While Scharnhorst's rigging and Tirpitz have their argument, Dunkerque spots a flag pole, her lookouts reporting that it is indeed listing at a what has to be a 55 degree angle, and as she gazes upon its tattered 13 stripes and holed star-studded blue field, she gets a little budding of a memory, something that makes her think its not the first time she's seen this banner.
Although, that same bud has her wondering if it has more stars than it did the last she saw it.
"Just in the Antarctic. I dunno what Haida's worrying about. Besides, it's not that cold. Sure, it's a tad chillier than what I'm used too…"
"Says the Russian ex-pat airship!" Haida can be heard mumbling from her spot wrestling with the Polish destroyer with no real malice, instead a smidgeon of affection in her voice.
How she heard, noone knows.
Walking back, the brunette Destroyer pulls her friend down to the ground. "To give a better answer, We're in Antartica. It used to be an old Abyssal stronghold after they ran the Americans out at the start of this war, but now they're seemingly disappearing or inexplicably leaving this place. There have been rumors, and I think that sound we just heard makes it really evident we shouldn't be here. So yes, shelter, regroup. I don't necessarily want to find out whatever the hell that noise was without the ability to call in bombing strikes." Haida answers, still holding her friend's hand. "Ah, right. I forgot to introduce myself, Lieutenant Haida, Royal Canadian Navy. This is my friend Lieutenant Galveston, United States Navy." She raises Galveston's hand, still clasped together with no indication of letting go. "She's a bit of a air-head at times."
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"And yours as well! So, Let's stick together, we got U-boats to hunt... Just stick close to me for now, alright Bluey?"
The Baralong has a sort of anxious grin on her face.
"I don't trust that there isn't something hiding beneath the waves."
Best Grill
It's not like I cooked it for you or anything baka
- Location
- The Garage
'Oh yeah I should probably not just shout out my position to the whole world,' Shioni realizes before looking within to call upon her own signalman to grab his lamp
.. / .- -- / .. -....- ....- ----- ..--- / ... ..- -... -- .- .-. .. -. . / - .- -. -.- . .-. / --- ...- . .-.
I AM I-402 SUBMARINE TANKER OVER
Another string of morse shines out in a more panicked fashion if that were possible
.-- . / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / --. . - / .- .-- .- -.-- / ..-. .-. --- -- / .-- .... .- - . ...- . .-. / .. ... / -- .- -.- .. -. --. / - .... .- - / -. --- .. ... . / --- ...- . .-.
WE SHOULD GET AWAY FROM WHATEVER IS MAKING THAT NOISE OVER
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Rei "Shinano"
Antarctic? That explains how it's so cold here! Abyssals? Americans? Russians? Canadians? Hm... for some reason, they don't ring a bell to me. What are they? But I have a feeling that the ones from the Abyss aren't friendly. Still, my eyes belie a look of confusion at things.
"I'm Rei, but you can also call me Shinano. Nice to meet you," I bow in greeting, both names coming to mind, and feeling just about right for me, "Soooo, if I'm hearing this right, these 'Abyssals' are the enemy?"
Wait a minute. "Also, one of you is an airship... and also a girl?" An airship! Besides advertisement blimps, they're not really common these days.
Antarctic? That explains how it's so cold here! Abyssals? Americans? Russians? Canadians? Hm... for some reason, they don't ring a bell to me. What are they? But I have a feeling that the ones from the Abyss aren't friendly. Still, my eyes belie a look of confusion at things.
"I'm Rei, but you can also call me Shinano. Nice to meet you," I bow in greeting, both names coming to mind, and feeling just about right for me, "Soooo, if I'm hearing this right, these 'Abyssals' are the enemy?"
Wait a minute. "Also, one of you is an airship... and also a girl?" An airship! Besides advertisement blimps, they're not really common these days.
- Location
- London
Despite the firm grip she has on it, the rigging gives Tirpitz a look. She knows it. She got the same look for half a year until she got the chance to fight her sister. Some people thought convoy raiding was below a battleship. Maybe, but it was a duty she received.
Besides, ironic that Scharnhorst's rigging, of all ships, would judge her for that. Smirking, she keeps grasping the little shit, delighting in the sounds of metal straining in her grasp.
Tirpitz is distracted from her staring contest with a piece of equipment by the shout, further augmented by the loudspeaker. She turns her head around, lips quirking in amusement at the charging destroyer. A Pole, whatever that was, even if her intuition told her this was normal.
"So you are." She replies loudly but calmly. Then, a devilish idea comes to her mind and she smirks. "Scharnhorst, I would advise letting go of your rigging." Then, she winks at the charging destroyer and heaves, throwing the shark-like rigging at her. "Catch!"
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- Location
- Somewhere
Sakura
Slowly getting up, I make my way over to her.
"...Florida?"
Someone familiar...? It should be okay for me to go up to them, then.
Slowly getting up, I make my way over to her.
"...Florida?"
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Quebec leaned down, giving the chicks a few last pats before making her way towards the airship and destroyer duo. She had no clue who any of these ships (and airship) are, but the one flying the white ensign should be friendly. The fox-girl had nothing she could recognise, and while approaching an unknown battleship probably wasn't in the best of her interests, she was well within gun range anyways. Escaping was probably not going to be a possibility. It felt a bit weird though, seeing a battleship's silouhette on a girl. Now that she though about it, her whole situation felt off. She couldn't remember having limbs.
Trudging through the snow, she gave them a wave as she approached, letting herself be known.
The answer could wait. She was a carrier in the middle of nowhere, without escort. Well, ship escorts, because the chicks technically counted?
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