Funny. I saw it as a pairing Mother of all DDs with the Squeaky Usagi Tsukino... Errr... I mean Abukuma.
Heh, that would be amusing in its own right. Fubuki gets around, eh?

Most shipping of Kuma on danbooru is, rather unsurprisingly, with Tama. Although there is one image from a Doujin which has Ooyodo give Kim's a peck on the cheek and that causes Ooi goes into Yandere mode for some reason...
Makes sense. And I think I saw that; the premise of the doujin was that Ooi was obsessed with all her sisters, not just Kitakami, I think. Or it started out as the usual KitaOoi shenanigans, then that started being a thing more recently. Idunno; it's been a while now since I read it.
 
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Heh, that would be amusing in its own right. Fubuki gets around, eh?

Hrm, most Abukuma shipping is with Kitakami amusingly enough. Although there are a few images of her with either King or Sendai.

It does occur to me that if I have undue influence on the stories shipping habits, should I image dump my saved Haguro/Naka picson here to encourage that? It also occurs to me that this version of Fubuki and Yamato's interactions might have a certain light cruiser misinterpret and get a bit jealous of our MC destroyer...
 
Hrm, most Abukuma shipping is with Kitakami amusingly enough.
It also occurs to me that this version of Fubuki and Yamato's interactions might have a certain light cruiser misinterpret and get a bit jealous of our MC destroyer...
Well, since you brought it up...
As do I. Sort of. Ooi is... Ooi... and Kitakami, despite her many other strengths, is about as romantically-inclined as your average brick and twice as dense, so Abukuma's in for some 'fun' times.
And believe me, I already have Plans in mind for Yahagi, Yamato and Fubuki. Envy's certainly not off the table, but the situation will be a bit more complex than that. Act 4 is gonna be interesting times.
 
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On some notes less related to shipping...

As the first couple of chapters made painfully clear, there's a solid two-week delay between when the shipgirls get summoned and when they actually arrive on-base. During that time, only the admirals and their secretary ships (and Akashi and the ones brought back to camp as instructors) know who has been summoned, and they keep it strictly secret from everyone else on the base. This is for two reasons. A: in case of any drama from their past lives, such as Aoba accidentally causing several sinkings, they don't want negative word to precede the actual shipgirl's arrival at the base. And B: They often don't have a solid idea of who's going where until just a few days before the road trip, and so if there are positive relations leftover (Yamashiro and Shigure with Fusou) they don't want to disappoint anybody with news that someone they've been waiting for has been sent to a completely different base after telling they've been summoned.

Of course, the fleet has to undergo (usually mild, sometimes massive) reorganization whenever the summons arrive, to account for their presence, and those who will be put together in a unit with the new kids on the block thus get a slight bit of heads-up, about a day beforehand. Usually this isn't enough to cause preconceptions to form from just a name, buuuut there are sometimes more complicated dynamics, and that's something that will come up near the very end of the chapter. Just gotta get through the last bit of the tour...

On a longer-term note...
With the Abyssals, I'm trying to very carefully pick and choose what I explain eventually and what I leave open to interpretation. As much as SV seems to thrive on the nitty-gritty details of stuff, that kinda goes against the Lovecraftian vibes I'm aiming for. There is stuff I need to explain for story purposes, of course, and I don't want to throw up my arms and say "because magic" for the rest, but at the same time, there are certain things that are maybe less immediately relevant that I'll leave unexplained.

The specific case that got me talking about this is the Abyssals' origins - there is some stuff that is relevant due to the nature of their relationship with the shipgirls, but some of the "what caused this" and "why now," even though I do have some ideas regarding that, I'm just plain not going to address, or at most lampshade and hint at. But that's not as important as the reasons for their violence and the effect their presence has, and the whole idea behind lovecraftian horror is fear of the unknowable, so the less relevant details will remain unknown. Just thought I'd get that out there now.
 
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I'll have Monday completely free, and I intend to use it to make a big push and hopefully maybe even finish the chapter.
I'll have Monday completely free
hopefully maybe even finish the chapter
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Oh how naive I was
Won't get into the details, but a bunch of bank account shenanigans cropped up that I had to get taken care of, and by the time I finally got that sorted out, I was tired and cranky and not in the mood to put too much thought into anything, so... yeah, not much writing happened. I did get a bit more done today, but that of course had to be slotted in around classes and making sure the aforementioned shenanigans were properly taken care of, (so I won't be bit in the rear by some fine print I overlooked once it's too late to actually do anything about it) so progress was nowhere near as much as I wanted.

This graph is the chapter.

I'm so close to being through, yet still so far away. I'll try to keep chipping away at it when I can but I just wanted to let you know why it isn't up when I said it would be. ETAs can be such a double-edged sword...
 
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Right now, there was only one other person there, a silver-haired girl about Fubuki's height, who... had apparently gotten her foot stuck in one of the machine's receptacle flaps, and was unsuccessfully attempting to dislodge herself. "Hey there, Kiyoshimo." Fubuki was sure she didn't want to know how this had come about.
So between my new slow-motion trainwreck of a quest and research papers being piled on me from all directions in the leadup to the final few weeks of the semester, things have been pretty busy. However, I've still been finding time to write, and tonight was particularly lucrative. Not done yet, but I'm getting very close - and realizing November 10th is the anniversary of when I first posted this here, I've got some extra motivation to finish things up. Mutsuki's reign of exposition terror will come to an end!
 
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Chapter 3 Part 3
It's November 10th. Know what that means? It means it's been a year since I first posted this thread. It feels like so much and yet so little has happened in this time; IRL I've been through a lot of changes; some good, some not so much, but overall I can't complain. In-story... the plot proper is only really kicking off now. Whoops. As I said before, I'm pretty sure it'll get easier/faster to write from here on in, but we'll see how that holds up in practice. At any rate, writing this so far has been both very frustrating and an utter blast, and I hope that some day, sooner or later, it will draw to a closing we can all be happy with.

Of course, for now there's been the hurdle of this chapter to clear. I'll be upfront: I feel like I got too needlessly detailed in some spots and then kinda rushed through the ending, so this isn't going to be the greatest installment ever; and I don't even want to think about how many times I used the word 'building' through the course of the tour. But I do plan to revise it over the course of the weekend; probably nothing too huge, just giving a much-needed touchup and some substantial expansion to anything I deem in hindsight to require it. Normally I would save posting the chapter until such improvements have been made, but yanno... anniversary. Regardless, I hope this is at least somewhat enjoyable in its current form, as we begin the first arc. Foobie doesn't yet realize what sort of rabbit hole she's just fallen into...


Chapter 3: The Road To Yokosuka [Continued]
(Or 'Finally, The Plot!')

Fubuki and Mutsuki had made their way down to ground level, and the shorter Destroyer led her new compatriot out the front doors and into the road. "Alright, follow me." Around them were several other tall office-like buildings, but directly across the way was a rather squat and homely two-story affair with wood siding and a hand-carved sign in front. It was here Mutsuki was headed, talking all the while. "Now, this area of the base is mostly where the administrative system runs…" at Fubuki's blank expression, she amended herself, "Er, where the big decisions are made. Lots of paperwork, lots of rank. There isn't really much reason to stick around here, unless you have business with the Admiral… or to come here."

Indeed, now that they were closer, Fubuki could see that the sign read "Cafe Mamiya" in stylistic, looping kanji, complete with a heart shape at the end as if to hammer in just how utterly-out-of-place it was among all these stuffy pillars of bureaucracy. Mutsuki pushed aside the traditional rice-paper door; the interior was just as homey and warm, with traditional decor, booth tables and cushioned barstools before a counter, and soft lighting through framed fixtures in the ceiling. And the tantalizing scents wafting through the air were… heavenly. The shelves behind the counter were filled to the brim with cakes, mochi, pies, dorayaki, and more; a treasure trove of mouth-watering pastries that had Fubuki reconsidering her earlier assessment of her hunger.

"So yeah. There's a mess hall I'll show you soon, that's where you have most of your meals, but Mamiya's here is an alternative. Usually it's to celebrate a special occasion, or if you just want some more variety. Some people even say that they've come back from patrol or sortie completely exhausted but perked up fine after a bite from here. Either way, she's an amazing cook."

"I always appreciate the praise, Mutsuki-san, but there's no need to butter me up," someone laughed as she emerged from the backrooms. "What can I get you?" She was an extremely curvaceous woman yet only slightly taller than either of the Destroyers, wearing a big floofy bow behind her head and a white apron dress spattered with bits of batter. Her grin was upbeat and cheerful, and she seemed to just exude motherly kindness.

"Ah, we're not here to eat this time; I'm just showing her around," Mutsuki explained, "Fubuki-san, this is Mamiya-san. Mamiya-san, meet Fubuki-san."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mamiya said, extending a hand to shake as her smile turned beamingly bright. "Even if you're not here to eat right now, I hope to see you back soon!"

"I'm sure I will be," Fubuki grinned, trying her best to suppress the longing in her heart directed at those succulent, moist baked concoctions. "Though I'm sure we could stick around, right?" Whether Mutsuki was oblivious to or fully aware of her intent was uncertain, but the shorter girl began dragging her out the door before she could finish speaking. Mamiya was of no help either, simply offering a parting wave and a wink.

Once they were back outside, Mutsuki dragged her further up the road; just past another big building, it ended in a T-intersection at the base of a steep hill that was thick with vegetation. Glancing up and down the new street, she realized the main gate they'd come through was off to their left; to the right, the road ended at the biggest building yet, a tall and wide affair with rows of tinted windows.

"That's the research center," Mutsuki explained. "It's pretty secretive and hush-hush, but apparently Akashi -you met Akashi-san, right?- works with them in there sometimes, and I think I heard that's where they figured out a lot of what they know about Shipgirls and Abyssals. But you didn't hear it from me, got it?" Fubuki wasn't sure she got it, but she nodded anyway.

Approaching the research center, Fubuki realized the road split slightly, part of it going at a rightward diagonal to curve around the side of the massive building, before ending at the waterfront. Across the way was a low but wide warehouse, and further along, a rather new and stately-looking brick building with rather more elaborate architectural flair than the other places she'd seen; even the large smokestack and pipes coming from the back end seemed to contribute to the look in a quaint way. "And this is one of the two repair docks, and past that, one of three launch points for fleet operations."

"Wow," Fubuki breathed, "It looks so nice!"

"Yeah," Mutsuki grinned. "Apparently most of the other buildings were already here, just got repurposed and fixed up a bit, but some places like the docks, the dorms, and Mamiya's, were specially built for us. I'll show you the inside sometime, but we aren't really supposed to be there if we aren't either preparing to sail or getting repairs afterwards."

That made sense, Fubuki agreed. She'd see it sooner or later, even with her grace period. "And besides," Mutsuki rattled off in blissful ignorance, "I checked the schedule and it looks like we have a patrol set for this evening. It's going to be a busy first day for you!"

Oh. Oh right, she wouldn't know about that. Fubuki's mind raced, considering what to do…

"Well, you see," the newcomer explained, "I have a condition that keeps me from sailing properly, so I won't be able to go with you…"

Mutsuki looked at her askance. "I know you're probably nervous, but there's no need to make things up to get out of it. People will think you're a coward, you know?"

No, that wouldn't do. Maybe… "I have orders from Nagato not to sortie for the time being."

Mutsuki raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really? How come? Did she give you any papers?" At Fubuki's fidgeting silence, she crossed her arms and fixed her with a disapproving glare. "Are you just trying to get out of going? People will think you're a coward, you know."

"Fubuki-san? Are you alright?" Mutsuki said, waving an arm in front of the newcomer's face. "You spaced out a bit, there."

Fubuki flushed in embarrassment, rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry, just tired. It was a long trip."

"Oh, you poor thing," she sympathized. "I suppose it is a lot for one day. Maybe I can talk to Jintsuu-san and see if she can let you stay behind and get acclimatized. It's probably a case of bad scheduling or something." Despite being the shorter of the two, Mutsuki reached up to give Fubuki a pat on the head. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it here."

Well, now there was no way she could bring it up, though her problem may be already solved anyway. This 'Jintsuu' would know by then, and if not, Mutsuki could certainly convince her anyway. She wouldn't have to tell Mutsuki and give the wrong impression, and it would sound better coming from an authority figure anyway. Even if it still rankled Fubuki a bit, she had to admit the prospect of going out to sea before she'd even had time to settle in properly wasn't the most welcoming.

So it was that the newcomer kept her mouth shut. If she chose not to decide, it didn't count as a choice, right? This would all be cleared up soon enough anyway, without any of the horrifically awkward scenarios she'd envisioned coming to pass. She nodded to herself, confident in this new plan, and tuned back into what Mutsuki was saying.

"-over there, though that one doesn't have repair docks attached; usually we just use it in fleet exercises or for particularly big operations." She was gesturing at a smaller, though similarly well-appointed, building on the other side of the research center, seated right along the water line; another launching point. "If we have a big fleet coming back, anyone who hasn't taken any damage will come in through there, so those who are injured can get straight into the docks,"

"That makes sense," Fubuki agreed. "Uh, what about those trees there?" There was also a small but thick grove of trees tucked away behind the hill that the destroyer pointed out.

"Oh, that? Just some extra land they couldn't use for anything, so they put a little park in. There's a gazebo, too; pretty nice place for days off. Anyway!" Before she could say anything further, Mutsuki began dragging her away again, back the way they'd come. Back down the road toward the Vice-Admiral's office, though they took a sudden rightward turn just past Mamiya's.

They emerged into a large intersection, and Fubuki was stunned by the sudden flatness. There was a wide empty field ahead to the right, leading up to a tall distant fence, while to the left, a smaller field lay between them and a set of buildings. Directly left of them, the crossing road led up to a comparatively smaller building with a big, wide staircase out front. "Those are both parts of the navy school," Mutsuki supplied. "There's a library there, which I like to go to a lot. And sometimes we have to sit in on classes too. As ships, we know a lot of this by instinct, of course, but they want to make sure we aren't missing anything because of the memory issue, especially those who've got almost nothing left." Fubuki winced. "Plus, even if it's not much use against the Abyssals, they want us to have a basic understanding of more modern technology and tactics. I suppose that's pretty interesting, too." she shrugged at this, putting the lie to her words.

The road split in front of the staircase building, the left fork pointing back toward the Admiral's office building and bordering a small square-shaped inlet off the greater harbor. The rightward road turned forward again, passing between the school and a longer, narrow building. This place was brick-built in a similar style as the docks, so she could only assume it was a more recent construction. It was here that Mutsuki led her, cutting across the smaller field to reach the end closer to them. "Here's the new mess hall," was the explanation. "Like I said earlier, this is where we'll usually be eating." Mutsuki took her up the steps (a shorter set than on the neighboring establishment) and through the double-doors.

While the interior was quite well-lit, it was so bright outside that Fubuki took a few moments to adjust to the change. Unsurprisingly, though, the interior turned out to consist mainly of a large, long room with dozens and dozens of tables; on the far end was a short hallway leading to another exit, flanked on one side by a kitchen with a bar counter, and on the other by restrooms. There was another set of doors on the right wall, about halfway down the building's length, Fubuki estimated. The place was fairly cozy overall, with beige walls, several windows to allow natural light, tall potted plants in the corners, and a few framed paintings all providing a friendly atmosphere despite the high ceiling's more industrial look, with black metal crossbeams under a corrugated roof.

At this time of day, it wasn't too crowded yet, but there was still signs of life; at a nearby table, a woman with a long black ponytail was eating in silence, wrapped in bandages under her purple outfit and with crutches leaning against the table beside her; while further off four women in strange white robe-like outfits drank tea while chattering animatedly. Fubuki couldn't tell, but she thought one of them kept making exclamations in a different language; was she perhaps foreign? In a far corner, several officers spoke quietly; one of them wore a black armband and was slumped over the table, while the others patted him on the back in a consoling manner. But by far the most populated table was right near the middle, where four or five girls were clustered around someone else. Mutsuki had already drifted over to speak with the bandaged woman, so curious, Fubuki wandered over to the group. "So what did you do then?" Someone was asking. The hidden one in the middle was Aoba, chatting with those around her and clearly enjoying the attention.

"Fubuki-chan! You're alive!" Aoba cried upon spotting her, and the Destroyer rolled her eyes. "What did the Vice-Admiral want from you?" She asked.

Fubuki's grin turned wooden, and she avoided the curious gazes of everyone else. "It's, ah… I'll tell you later. Not a big deal or anything, though."

Aoba frowned at her contemplatively, then shrugged.
"If you're sure. Anyway," she turned back to the group. "This here's Fubuk-chani; she came with me. You could even say she's my sidekick!"

"When was this decided?" Fubuki crossed her arms, shaking her head in bemusement. She made to join them at the table, but a tapping on her shoulder reminded her of Mutsuki's presence, apparently done speaking with the other woman. "Well, I have to go, so we can talk about that later."

"I'll see you around, then!" Aoba said with a cheery wave. Fubuki smiled to herself as Mutsuki directed her through the side doors, grateful to have a familiar face still around.

"That was Aoba-chan," Fubuki explained before heading out. "She came with me; you could even say she's my sidekick." Mutsuki just blinked in confusion.

Outside, after once again taking a moment to adjust to the sudden brightness, Fubuki found herself across from another grassy field, though this one looked better-maintained and sported an oval paved track around the edge. "Should be pretty obvious, but this is the running track and field; this is where you'll be doing training."

Upon the last word, Fubuki all-but jumped out of her skin, turning slowly to face her new friend with a nervous expression. Had she found out somehow? Maybe the woman with the crutches was Jintsuu? She knew that as her teammate, Mutsuki was bound to find out sooner or later, but she had hoped it would be 'later.'

Mutsuki chuckled at Fubuki's alarm, apparently unphased. "Yeah, I know it doesn't sound great, but everyone has to do it, and Tone-san is pretty fair." Oh.

"Oh, that doesn't sound so bad, then," Fubuki improvised as they set off across the field, suppressing a sigh of relief. "I don't mind a little training, but I was afraid they'd expect me to be like Nagato-san." To be perfectly honest, she wasn't sure she'd mind even such an extreme regimen, if it allowed her to help as best she could.

Mutsuki laughed at that, patting Fubuki on the arm. "No, it's nothing like that! Especially for a destroyer like you or me."

"That's a relief. Say, by the way," she added coyly, (or so she hoped, anyway) "Who was that woman you were talking to?" May as well find out now what Jintsuu was like, so she didn't wind up sticking her foot in her mouth when they properly met.

"I was talking to…?" Mutsuki blinked, thrown off guard by the sudden shift in topic. "Oh, that was Nachi-san; heavy cruiser of the Myouko class. I wanted to ask if she was doing alright…" she rubbed the back of her head in sudden embarrassment. "Turns out everyone else already did the same."

Oh, that made sense too. "What happened to her?" Fubuki asked.

Mutsuki sighed, her tone sobering up as her expression grew serious.
"How much do you know about the recent incident? Has anyone told you about it?"

Fubuki thought back to the news report she'd seen earlier. "The… Anchorage Princess, right?"

The shorter girl nodded. "Yeah. When she first showed up, Nachi-san was on the nearby patrol that tried to stop her. It was a pretty nasty battle in general, but for some reason she was targeted the most; by the time they pulled out, her Protection was completely gone; another shell would have killed her for sure. Akashi-san said she's recovering pretty well considering what she went through, but everyone's still a bit worried. I think she feels stifled if anything, though; the sooner she's well enough to sail again, the better."

"I can understand that," Fubuki nodded, trying and failing not to think about how poor she felt when she'd gotten her concussion. To have such severe and extensive injuries, keeping her down for weeks rather than days… She shuddered to imagine what the heavy cruiser must be feeling right now, not to mention that everyone trying to help was probably unintentionally rubbing it in further…

"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine soon!" Mutsuki backpedaled, waving her hands as if to physically dispel the sudden gloomy mood. Fubuki simply gave an appreciative smile in response, then turned toward the structure they'd stopped in front of with a questioning glance. Taking the cue, Mutsuki resumed her role as tour guide.

"This is the gym," she explained. "There's a smaller track in there for when it gets colder, as well as some exercise equipment, weights… um, other stuff you'd find in a gym." It wasn't a small building, but neither was it particularly large; the Destroyer couldn't help but question how it all fit in under the wide arched tin roof.

"Have you ever actually been inside?" Fubuki asked.

"No…" Mutsuki admitted sheepishly. "I only got summoned two months ago myself, and I don't really do much exercise on my own…" Fubuki giggled.

"Anyway! That over there is a tennis court," Mutsuki changed the subject, waving her hand at a row of trees opposite the gym's entrance; behind them, a flat rectangle covered in green turf, with a long net hanging across the middle. "I don't know much about that, either, but I've seen Abukuma-san there a lot. I half-wonder if she just uses it as an excuse to hide from Kitakami-san, sometimes."

Fubuki didn't know who those were, but it seemed Mutsuki either expected her to or figured she'd find out soon enough. Whichever it was, Fubuki wasn't quite sure how to answer… and while she was overthinking that, Mutsuki had started walking again, beckoning for her to follow.

"That's another administrative building; I think it used to be a set of apartments, but don't quote me on that." Mutsuki continued, pointing back across the field at a taller but equally narrow building further past the mess hall, then gestured to the one they were now heading towards, at the far end. "And that's the hospital." It was four stories tall, the white walls stained orange by the afternoon sun, with strange lime green window frames and a set of ramps on the right end. "It's mainly for the officers. Hopefully you or I will never actually need it, but you know… it's there. I mean, the docks can handle most damage, but if you've got more serious injuries…" Fubuki nodded in understanding.

"Did... Nachi-san have to stay there?"

"Yeah. It was pretty bad." Mutsuki clearly didn't want to think about it any more, and Fubuki wasn't particularly inclined to push her on it, so that was that.

The solemn silence that followed gradually shifted into a companionable one as they made their way around the hospital and back out onto a main road. They passed a series of three-story buildings on the left that Mutsuki briefly indicated were warehouses and production facilities, but for the most part she seemed content to just walk, and Fubuki followed suit. On the right was another steep hill, easily taller than the warehouses, with trees awash in the red and gold of autumn.

Soon enough, they passed the hill (and a truly tiny shack with a vending machine at the corner) and found themselves out in the open again. To their right, a walkway bordered by several bike racks led away to a covered staircase, bridging across something (Fubuki couldn't see from this angle; railroads or a river, or something else?) to a building on stilts. Further along from the path but closer in was a very tall and long apartment complex, while up ahead, behind a fence topped with barbed wire, were several lower, wider, and blander properties.

It was to the first location that her appointed tour guide chose to draw Fubuki's attention, pointing to the stilted building. "That's the train station, in case you want to head somewhere. Generally speaking, they want us to stay on-base unless it's the high… school."

Mutsuki slapped a hand to her forehead in silent exasperation. "I forgot to show you the junior high when we were over by the research building. Sorry… I'm not as good at this stuff as my sister." Fubuki tilted her head in questioning, but Mutsuki waved her concerns off. "Nevermind, you'll see it sooner or later. I'll have to see when the next class day is…"

"Anyway. Generally they want us to stay on-base, but if you've got a day off from patrol, sortie, classes, training, etcetera… You can submit a request to go somewhere; you have to say where you're going, when you expect to be back, and so on."

"Huh. Have you ever gone anywhere?" Fubuki asked.

Mutsuki just shrugged in response. "Meh, not really. Pretty much everything we'd need is already provided on-base, and I haven't been here long enough that I absolutely require a change in scenery. I know some people have gone the next day after getting here, but I'm content with the base."

"That seems reasonable."

"I'd certainly like to think so," Mutsuki chuckled, gesturing on down the road. "Shall we continue?"

It took another bend and another block after that, but they finally came to an intersection almost on the waterfront, with a long three-story administrative building just across the branching road from a giant red-and-white crane extending out over the water. "Alright, now we're getting places." Mutsuki led Fubuki onto the side road, which went right along the harbor's edge and over a narrow canal feeding into it. Past the office and canal were a set of three tall, wide buildings made in the same more elaborate tan brick style as all the other newly-built locations; the middle one had a wide hangar door opening directly onto the water; the road cutting off right by the side of the wide channel. "That's the main launch point," Mutsuki said, "And the one we use most often, so it's over here closer to the dorms so it's faster to get to. Over here," she indicated the nearer of the adjacent buildings, "Is the docks, and over there is the ammunition stores. You have to be very careful when you're around there, just so you know."

Fubuki nodded, taking this in. Instead of tracing back the way they came, Mutsuki led her down a tree-lined path running alongside the dockhouse, which then reunited with the main road in the form of a tiny footbridge spanning the canal again. "Weren't we just here?"

Mutsuki giggled. "Not quite." They were on the other end of the office building now, and across from an excessively long row of vending machines; Fubuki counted nine in total. "This is a pretty popular spot to hang out on a slow day." Right now, there was only one other person there, a silver-haired girl about Fubuki's height, who... had apparently gotten her foot stuck in one of the machine's receptacle flaps, and was unsuccessfully attempting to dislodge herself. "Hello, Kiyoshimo-chan." Mutsuki greeted. "Are you okay?" Fubuki was sure she didn't want to know how this had come about, but dutifully set about helping her guide free the trapped airhead.

"My ankle's gonna be sore…" Kiyoshimo simply whined, bending down to retrieve her drink through more normal means. "It just wouldn't come down and I tried kicking it… I don't know what I would'a done if you hadn't come along. Thanks." Only then did she seem to notice Fubuki's presence. "Woah, this one of the newbies?"

"Hi, I'm Fubuki," Fubuki said, holding out her hand to shake, suppressing the urge to add and I'm right here too. "It's nice to meet you."

Kiyoshimo flinched away, staring at the hand as though it were leperous. "Fubuki-class? No, no, too scary." Turning back to Mutsuki, she gave a hurried bow. "Thank you again, but I've got to go." She fled so quickly she practically left a dust cloud behind, maintaining her image for a split-second before beginning to drift to the ground.

Mutsuki instantly turned to offer Fubuki an apologetic grin. "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll warm up to you soon enough. It'll be fine!"

Fubuki wasn't so sure of that, but kept silent as Mutsuki led her on down the road, nattering on about something or another, some mention of officer's quarters or something. First Mutsuki herself, now this Kiyoshimo girl. If anyone else thinks I'm scary for some reason, I'll know there's something up. I'm not scary. Why would anyone even think I am, especially when they haven't even met me? It was upsetting her more and more as she thought about it, and it must have shown on her face because Mutsuki abruptly stopped her rambling to fix the newcomer with a concerned look. "Is something wrong?"

Fubuki sighed. "I'm just… it's a lot to take in all at once, I guess. I woke up early this morning, it's been a long trip, and I think I miss the camp." It wasn't even a lie, either, she realized.

"Hmm." Mutsuki grimaced, tapping her chin with a forefinger as she thought. "The tour's almost done, but I can shorten it a bit if you need, and you'll have some extra time to lie down before dinner and the patrol. And I know the next place will cheer you up!"

Fubuki allowed herself to be dragged along again, now trying to resist the very tempting mental image of a soft, cushy bed. Mutsuki pulled her all the way up to a window on another small warehouse building, and gestured for her to press her face up against the glass. "What am I looking at?"

"This is the fairy building!" Inside, Fubuki saw what looked like a miniature-scale skyscraper, about half a foot from the inside of the window and wide enough to fill the entire view; rows of dozens of tiny little windows peeked out at her, while the exterior walkways and staircases were packed to the brim with little chibi-people she estimated to be about an inch tall, give or take. They were all armed with adorably tiny versions of various tools, such as hammers and wrenches and… was that a flamethrower? One holding a tiny stuffed cat tripped over another carrying a stack of miniature cardboard boxes, spilling them all over the place, and the whole scene was just so ridiculous and adorable that Fubuki couldn't help but feel her spirits lifting.

There was just one question. "Fairies? What?"

"Well, that's just the name for them; I mean, they obviously don't have wings or anything; they're just small magic people, but the name still kind of fits…"

"No, I mean, what even are fairies?"

Mutsuki gave her a strange look, brows furrowed in confusion. "Didn't they talk about this back at camp? They're like... your sailors. They operate your rigging. And there's a lot of metaphysics that I… don't really understand, to be perfectly honest." Huh. Fubuki hadn't even thought of that. If they had discussed it, it would have been after her concussion and the split from the main group.

"I was… feeling sick, and had to sit out a day. Knowing my luck, that's probably when they talked about it." It wasn't technically untrue, either, right? Fubuki knew that by pushing off admitting to her sailing issues and all that came with, her problems would deepen when the truth was outed, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it. Mutsuki's sympathetic smile only intensified her guilt, but thankfully she didn't press the subject.

"Well, that's what they do. Since they're so tiny, this building was set aside for them to reside in. You must never have met your crew at camp, but sooner or later you should talk to them, and this is the place to do so. You never know, one of them could save your life!"

She brought Fubuki around to the building's other side, where there was another smaller path leading back to the main street; before they took that route, she paused to point out a few more locations; starting with a fairly wide two-story building on the other end of a grassy field. "That's the dorms for the capital ships. Battleships, Carriers, Light Carriers, and Heavy Cruisers. There's not a whole lot of them, so it still seems a bit too big for them, but… eh. It's not like I'm jealous or anything, though." Fubuki gave her a strange look, but she didn't elaborate further, already moving on.

She next pointed the other way down the path they stood on, which led past the ammunition storage and through a few more open fields before ending at the water. "It's kind of hard to see from this angle, but out there is the pier leading out to the island. It's a pretty nice place to watch the sea. There's been a few times my sister's been on sortie or patrol without me, and I like to sit there and wait for her return."

Finally, she gestured toward a tall structure right across the path from the fairy building; a great big barn of deeply rusted corrugated tin. It was warped and bent, and the roof sagged somewhat in the middle; she was sure it had all the structural stability of a card house. "And this mess has been given to Yuubari-san to use as a workshop, since it's pretty obviously not safe for use for anything else; I swear one day it's going to fall in on her. You definitely want to avoid this place as much as possible; she tests explosives in there, among… other things." She concluded her warning in a dark tone, and Fubuki couldn't help but shiver. For some reason, the first image her mind conjured up was of some shadowy lab-coated figure cackling over inhumane experiments, complete with lightning in the background.

The main street didn't go much further before running into another ridge, and boring straight through. To the right of the tunnel entrance was where Mutsuki led her last, though; situated in a sort of alcove that the ridge wrapped around was their destination. The hillsides were held back by massive concrete slabs with rectangular indents in them, while in the forefront… Fubuki had a sudden sense of deja-vu, as the apartment-like building before them was the spitting image of the one back at the camp. "Y'know," she began, smiling, "I think I will be able to get used to this place."

Mutsuki grinned knowingly and led her inside. "So yeah, this is the place for the Light Cruisers, Destroyers, and Submarines. It used to be another set of warehouses -are you detecting a theme, by the way?- but they tore them down and replaced them with this. Apparently they're planning to get in some grass and trees too, to make it look a bit better, but it's still pretty nice."

The interior layout was remarkably familiar as well, and Fubuki half-expected to see Akashi perched in a rocking chair in the corner; alas the furnishings were somewhat sparser, more professional than cozy. Then it was down the hall and up the stairs. The upstairs hall had a much higher ceiling, but otherwise the uncanny parallels to the camp building remained; Fubuki strongly suspected at this point that the same blueprint had been used for both.

"And here we are! Torpedo Squadron Three!" Though both the first and second doors on the right were marked with the designation, it was the second one Mutsuki led her to; inside was a room not unsimilar to the one at the camp; albeit more spacious both horizontally and vertically. While the floor right before the door and along the hallway-bordering wall remained bare hardwood, the rest was raised and covered in tatami mat flooring in a soft greenish yellow. There were a couple of desks, a low round table in the middle, and up against the far wall a triple-decker bunk bed, complete with curtains for each level.

Oh, and there was someone else here. Tall and gangly, with straight long blonde hair and blunt bangs, this girl wore a black serafuku with a white collar and cuffs, and a dark red neckerchief, as well as a string-thin black ribbon tied into a bow atop her head. She was reading a book as they entered, but quickly set it down to reveal bright green eyes that rivaled Fubuki's for vibrancy, and a pleasant -albeit apprehensive- grin. "Poi?" She asked nonsensically, tilting her head slightly.

"Yuudachi-san!" Mutsuki said, "I brought Fubuki-san. Fubuki-san, this is Yuudachi-san."

"Um, hi." Fubuki said, giving a half-bow and failing miserably to conceal her own nervousness.

Yuudachi got to her feet and strode over slowly, holding one hand to her chin as she scrutinized the newcomer up and down. For her part, Fubuki held position, sweating as the seconds dragged on. "Hmm…" Yuudachi finally said. "So you're the name ship, huh? You seem kinda plain, poi."

"Yuudachi-san!" Mutsuki instantly objected, "That was rude!" Fubuki simply smiled stiffly, unsure how insulted she should feel at this assessment.

Then she was startled as the blonde suddenly ruffled her hair. "But hey, you're not scary at all, so that's a plus, poi!" Yuudachi offered a wide toothy smile, and the newcomer smiled back, heart set at ease.

For a moment, anyway, until another thought occurred to her. "Why does everyone keep thinking I'm scary before they've even met me?!" She pouted as she set her bags down on the desk nearest to the door. "I'm not scary…"

"Eh, it's because of-MMMFRBRLRBL!" Yuudachi's response was cut off as Mutsuki suddenly forced her into a headlock and covered her mouth, despite the marked height difference in the former's favor.

"It's nothing to concern yourself with," Mutsuki soothed with a false smile, kicking the blonde before she could regain control. "We're always worried about how the new ships will turn out. Wouldn't want to be stuck with someone as intense as, say... Tenryuu-san, right?"

"But Tenryuu-san isn't eve-" another squeeze around the neck before she was finally freed made the blonde reconsider her words. Instead, she opted to simply place a comforting hand on Fubuki's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, poi. You're with us now, and you're plenty welcome here no matter what." Fubuki nodded gratefully. "Now that that's out of the way, I call dibs on top bunk!"

Mutsuki slapped a palm to her face loudly. "You can't just 'call' something like that, Yuudachi-san. We should give Fubuki-san first pick since she's new."

"Nope!" Yuudachi laughed wickedly. "It's the sacred law of dibs. Kiyoshimo-chan and I worked this out together. You gotta call it, and there's no take-backs! And you do not steal another person's dibs; that's a court-martial-worthy offense!"

Mutsuki groaned in exasperation, muttering something about "Good luck enforcing that," before taking a seat by the table and slumping down.

"Oh believe me, we took this straight to the top, poi," Yuudachi boasted, "Got Vice-Admiral Higashi-san to sign it and everything, and it's in the regulations now!" Fubuki couldn't help but giggle at the strange turn the conversation had taken.

"Somehow I highly doubt that… I don't even know if he actually has that authority to decide…" But it was clear Mutsuki had given up on the argument, dropping her head on the table with an aggravated thunk.

"Well, actually," Fubuki interrupted again, before self-consciousness overtook her. "I wanted the bottom bunk anyway, if that's alright. I like to run early in the morning and I don't want to disturb you going down the ladder, and I'm not all that fond of heights to begin with."

"See? Settled, poi!" Yuudachi puffed out her chest with a smirk. Mutsuki just threw them both a look of such disproportionately put-upon weariness that Fubuki couldn't help but giggle again, further intensifying the redhead's suffering. They seem like good people.

Fortunately, Yuudachi's shenanigans were interrupted as the door opened behind them, and Fubuki felt a pair of hands grope her head and face, lightly smacking her round cheeks for a moment before withdrawing. "Hmm, unrefined, but cute!" The destroyer spun to find a slightly taller girl staring down at her with an assessing grin. She wore her brown hair in short twintails, and wore the most eye-searing shade of orange what was this. Before Fubuki could process what she was seeing, the girl reached out a gloved hand again to shake. "Pleasure to meet you!"

"And you are?" Fubuki asked, still somewhat aghast. Whether it was more at the too-vibrant shade that bothered her for reasons she couldn't explain, or the bizarre facial groping she'd just received, she wasn't sure - but she suspected it most likely a combination of both.

"Ah, Sendai-san, come in!" Mutsuki called at the same time, cheery tone restored. Sendai waltzed on in, revealing two others who were waiting behind her, wearing similar orange attire. One was short-haired, with a pair of tight buns that looked like near-perfect spheres of hair, and wore a big, bright smile that seemed to sparkle even without an immediately obvious light source. The other, meanwhile, was long-haired with a big green bow and overall hairstyle similar to Mamiya's, with a withdrawn frown and hunched pose, holding her hands together defensively before her chest.

"Nice to meet you, special destroyer," Sendai declared with a wink, and Mutsuki rolled her eyes.

"This is Sendai-san, also of Torpedo Squad Three, and her younger sisters Jintsuu-san and Naka-san." She explained.

"I keep telling you," The cheerier of the two argued with a laugh, "Call me Naka-chan! I insist on it! I can't be idol of the fleet with such a serious honorific!"

Meanwhile, Fubuki's blood had run cold, and she gazed at the quietest of the three with a guarded gaze. Jintsuu. Despite her earlier resolution to let things work out as they may, she nevertheless felt intimidated in the squad leader's presence. Did she already know? Would she take this opportunity to tell everyone about Fubuki's special needs training program? Or maybe there was some other members of the squad who had yet to appear before such an announcement would be made.

"Well, it looks like we're all here now!" Sendai observed, instantly dashing that hope.

"Indeed so, sister," Jintsuu not-quite-whispered, striding into the center with timidity, yet everyone else snapped to attention as if by instinct. "And now that we are…" No no no no no… "Why don't we get to know our new member?" No no no please don't say anything… Jintsuu held out a hand to shake, offering a fragile smile. "Hello, my name is Jintsuu. I am the third of the Sendai-class light cruisers," she said with a nod to her sister, "and I'm the flagship of our squad. What is your name?"

She... didn't really seem to have any intention of outing her, at least not yet. Forcing her paranoia down again, the destroyer breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm Fubuki," She responded for what felt like the eightieth time that day, and gingerly shook the waiting hand - only to wince at the meek girl's surprisingly firm grip.

"Naka-chan, dayo! Wonderful to meet you! Unlike these two fossils, I actually know my way around the modern world, so if you ever need help with something, feel free to come to me. And what do you like to do?"

"Uhm… I'm not really sure just yet."

"Sendai! Once again, pleasure to meet such a cutie, and I hope you'll come to rely on me as well. Do you like the nighttime?

"I guess? I mean, I don't dislike it…"

"EXCELLENT! Someone else who understands me!"

"Still a night-battle idiot, eh? Anyway, I'm Yuudachi, though you already knew that. Uh… what is… your favorite... color, poi?" Yuudachi flushed in embarassment at her poorly thought-out question, but Fubuki just laughed good naturedly and informed her it was gold.

The icebreakers were nice enough, if a bit cheesy, and Fubuki's anxiety about her secret once again subsided. However, something else chose to reassert itself with a vengeance, and halfway through Mutsuki's 'official' self-introduction she found herself yawning loudly. "I'm sorry, you're not boring!" She instantly cried out, but Mutsuki was thankfully understanding about it.

"Right, it's been a long day for you." Checking the wall clock, she thought aloud for a moment. "It's an hour yet until dinner starts… What do you say you take a nap? We can move next door so you can get some rest."

"Thank you," Fubuki smiled appreciatively, already eyeing the bottom bunk with temptation. It took a bit of shuffling, and Yuudachi and Naka proved resistant to herding as they continued to pelt Fubuki with questions in varying flavors of inanity, but finally she had the place to herself. Slipping off her shoes and not even bothering to change clothes, she turned out the lights and crawled into the bed, drawing the curtain around the shelf-like space. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

***

"Hey, get up, poi. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, c'mon, get up already!" The gentle-yet urgent hiss roused Fubuki from her sleep, and she lazily blinked open her eyes - only to find Yuudachi's face mere inches from her own. Jolting upright with a yelp and subsequently bashing her head on the underside of Mutsuki's bed, the destroyer was already beginning to rethink her choice of the most easily accessible bunk with the lowest ceiling.

Rubbing her head slightly, the destroyer crawled out from behind the curtain and regained her feet. The sky outside the window was dark, and she frowned. "It shouldn't be that dark this early…"

"We let you sleep an extra hour," Mutsuki shrugged, slipping her shoes on by the door. "You looked dead on your feet, to be perfectly honest, and dinner lasts a few hours. We definitely want to get there before the carriers hit, but there's still plenty of time."

"Thanks," Fubuki set about donning her own footwear, feeling somehow embarrassed by the redhead's thoughtfulness. "I know I'm the new person and all, but you don't have to be so nice to me all the time, you know?"

"Maybe not, but I want to." Mutsuki responded with an uncharacteristically cheeky grin. "You're worth it."

"Ugh," Yuudachi said, crossing her arms with a mock huff and an exaggerated show of turning away. "At this rate I'm going to become your third wheel, aren't I? As if I don't already do that with you and your sister as it is." She giggled to herself, unable to maintain the angry glare, but Mutsuki had a contemplative look.

"Hey, that's a good idea; why don't we invite her too? She's right across the hall, after all." By this point all three had finished getting ready, so she led them out the door. "Jintsuu-san, Sendai-san, and Naka-s...chan already went to eat," she explained after Fubuki gave a questioning glance at their absence. "Anyway, I want to finally introduce you to my sister! She's in Torpedo Squadron 2 here, right across from us…" She opened the so-marked door as she said this.

Or rather, she tried to, as the door opened right as she grabbed the knob, pulling her in with it until she rebounded off a much taller girl on the other side. Slowly looking up into a pair of angry citrine eyes, she gulped audibly. "Oh, hey, Murakumo-san. Fancy meeting you here. Is Kisa…?"

The new girl was as tall as Yuudachi, though with wider hips and less of a chest. Her hair was as white as snow, and somehow gave the impression of fluffiness despite how straight it swept. Strangely, despite lacking the rest of her rigging, a pair of jackal-ear-shaped implements hovered above her head, not unsimilar to Hatsuharu's radar Fubuki had been transfixed by before. She wore a simple white dress with a sailor collar, and black leggings.


"Hello as well," The winter-haired girl replied, gently yet brusquely pushing Mutsuki back out into the hall so she could close the door behind them. "And no, she isn't. Haven't seen her." Her gaze drifted across Yuudachi and to the newcomer in back, who appeared to be vibrating strangely. "Oh, someone new, hmm? Who's this?"

"MY SISTER!" Fubuki all but exploded, launching into a sudden hug. "You said your name is Murakumo, right? That means you're my sister! I didn't even think of meeting one of you here!"

"Oh no…" Yuudachi whispered in horror, unable to tear her eyes away from the impending train wreck.

Murakumo was trembling slightly as she realized what she'd just heard, and who it was currently latched around her neck. Slowly, delicately, she reached up to pry the brown-haired girl off, and look into the innocent, vibrant green eyes opposite her. Her lip curled in disgust, eyebrows sinking into an aggressive V, and every muscle visibly tensed. Yet she remained terrifyingly calm and still as she responded, tone a deadly chill. "Don't ever touch me like that again. Do not call me your sister, and stay away from me."

Fubuki shrunk back in surprise at the harsh words, but before she could even offer some sort of response, Murakumo had vanished back into the room, slamming the door behind her loudly. "Another damn potato. I should have known."

Fubuki stared at the door, dumbfounded and hurt, vision beginning to blur at the edges. "What did I do wrong?"

"That went better than I expected, to be honest," Mutsuki observed. "She's the reason we expected you to be someone scary. It wasn't your fault."

Somehow, it didn't help much.

***

With the sun having set, the dark sky and streetlights transformed the naval base into an enchanted-looking place; the multitude of worn-down warehouses by day becoming a collection of friendly guardian figures by night. A few cars passed by, as well as a fair amount of cyclists who waved to them from the sidewalk. On the horizon behind the ridges, an orange glow could still be seen, the remnants of the sunset, and the sky was full of dark purple clouds.

Fubuki wasn't feeling it at all, huddled in on herself with a frown, rubbing vainly at her teary eyes as she followed Mutsuki and Yuudachi down the road. What did I do wrong? I remembered her name, I was so glad to see her, but she hated me! Did I do something awful to her in our old lives, or something?

She stayed this way throughout their dinner despite her new friends' best attempts to cheer her up, and remained oblivious to the Sendais joining them at the table. She remained wrapped in her thoughts as they finished up and left, completely unaware of what she'd even just ate. Why would she react like that?

But finally her reverie was interrupted as the PA system across the base crackled to life. "Torpedo Squadron Three, Torpedo Squadron Three report to the primary armory for evening patrol."

Fubuki stopped dead in her tracks, staring at Jintsuu's back in fright. Here it was, the moment of truth. Surely the leader would tell her she had to back out now, and everyone else would wonder why. Then it would come out, that Fubuki wasn't even fit to sail, and she'd be shunned. Mutsuki in particular would be upset that she was lied to, and even though she knew she deserved it, Fubuki didn't want that to happen…

"Come on, what are you waiting for? I know it's a bit sudden for your first day, but orders are orders, and like it or not you're stuck with us now!" Sendai said, grabbing Fubuki's arm and yanking her along with the rest of the group as they took off for the armory. Jintsuu glanced over her shoulder to give the destroyer an encouraging grin, and realization set in. She must not know about the grace period yet, for whatever reason. Perhaps they weren't expecting the torpedo squad to be going out to sea right away? Though Mutsuki had said it had been scheduled ahead of time... Whatever the case, Fubuki realized she'd just been saved the terrible scenarios she'd envisioned - but now, with her skill or lack thereof being on practical display, she wouldn't be much better off.

But there was nothing for it but to swallow her fears and jump in. There was no way she was going to stop them all to explain her circumstances now, especially with Jintsuu lacking the proof from the higher-ups. If she said anything they'd think she was just trying to get out of the patrol, and between being seen as incompetent and seen as cowardly, she had to reluctantly admit the former option was the lesser of two evils.

It wasn't like she hadn't just spent a whole week figuring out how to sail her own way, anyway. It would be clumsy and awkward, but she was at least sort of functional, and that would have to be good enough.

One final thought occurred to her before Sendai pulled her along through the open double-doors of the armory - between her difficulty sailing, the grace period to improve herself, her unintentional but unstoppable secrecy from the rest of the squad, and now whatever in the name of Davy Jones had just happened with her sister… Two weeks since her rebirth; yet just when did her life suddenly become so complicated?

***

Up in Higashi's office, the vice-admiral watched out the window as across the harbor, the Primary Launch Point's massive steel door opened, the lights from within reflecting off of the water. One tiny dark figure came skating out, disrupting the waves with a graceful trail of ripples. Then two. Three. Four. Five. And then his heart sank as after some delay, a sixth emerged, staying upright but traveling in a considerably slower and more uneven manner, and the first five waited for her to catch up.

"I see Jintsuu-san has not yet received the notice." He said neutrally. Nagato was self-controlled enough not to react, and likely saw this coming already, but her silence spoke volumes as well. "I don't know what inspired you to go against me on this and I don't yet know how I'll discipline you, but I want to know at least one thing." Gesturing out toward the shaky ripples spreading across the harbor from the destroyer's unsteady wake, he asked, "Why on this matter. Why with her?"

Nagato sighed and set down her papers, joining him at the window to follow the party as they headed out around the island, until they were swallowed by the night. "Because of the Princess. If our current estimations are accurate, and I have reason to believe they are, we will find the correct pathway and fight her either at the same time as this one takes the assessment trial, or very very soon after. I'd rather not have her first experience with the enemy to be against one so powerful, as it would likely also be her last."

Higashi's face fell as he realized where she was going with this, and the precedence she was drawing upon. "I see."
 
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Also, I've been awake for over twenty-four hours now, so I'll probably have more notes and thoughts on the chapter and the writing of it that I'll edit into this post here, once I've had some actual sleep. Along with writing this for the anniversary, I had schoolwork shenanigans that I somehow miraculously scraped my way through intact; it's very good to have that done with but it's left my brain with the consistency of jelly for the time being.

So, uh... Goodnight.
 
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Always a pleasure to see an update! Although cutting it close there for an anniversary update. :p

Kiyoshimo's around, eh? I wonder if her senpai crush Musashi is too.

"MY SISTER!" Fubuki all but exploded, launching into a sudden hug. "Murakumo, right? That means you're my sister! I didn't even think of meeting one of you here!"



Sleep well...
 
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Maybe Murakumo remembers the Battle of Sunda Strait. Fubuki has been accused of firing the torpedo spread that sunk a minesweeper, a transport, and damaging three more transports all on the Japanese side. (More recent research says Mogami is the more likely culprit, but really the Japanese went full ham with nearly ninety fish to sink USS Houston and HMAS Perth.) Murakumo was involved as part of DesDiv 12, which was shortly broken up with Murakumo being assigned to DesDiv 11.

Is it any wonder she doesn't want to be associated with such an infamous klutz?
 
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Sorry for commenting on posts from so long ago, but I just noticed this thread.

Yeah, a lot of the major Kancolle fics seem to be focused more on USN OCs than the actual canon characters, for some reason. Nothing wrong with that, just kind of a thing I've noticed.
I wonder if there are any (good) stories about Abyssal ships. I found some comics by Kei Suwabe, but that seems to be it.

Anyway, what I meant with density, was if one essentially removed all the open rooms and spaces of the ship, so all the metal is crunched together (without actually being compacted more tightly than it normally would be) and then carved out a chunk in the shape and dimension of the shipgirl+rigging; that would be what the shipgirl would weigh, as a side-effect of the various SMSBs caused by (and only during instances of) wearing her rigging.
I'm reading that as "as much as a person-sized slab of ship-grade steel".

As for the story proper, it reads well. I just hope it won't become "all dark, all the time" later on.
 
Alright, I was going to wait until I had the chapter properly revised and stuff before I replied to anyone, but since it's looking like that'll have to be a project for Thanksgiving Break, here we goooo...

Although cutting it close there for an anniversary update. :p
Heh, yeah. In hindsight I wish I'd just waited until the chapter was as good as it could be before posting, and celebrated the anniversary some other way... on the other hand, the motivation to finish up the chapter made me get through the last bit of blockage a lot faster than I probably would have otherwise, so Idunno.

Kiyoshimo's around, eh? I wonder if her senpai crush Musashi is too.
That she is! She won't play as big a role as the main 5, but she'll still be relatively present as a sort of comic relief role. The Neville Longbottom to Fubuki et al's Harry Potter and friends, if you will. As for Musashi, she has yet to be summoned. When that day comes, Kiyoshimo will probably explode from happiness or something.

They've had another Fubuki before?
Depends on what you mean by that. I'm not going with the 'clone' idea some fics do where several versions of the same shipgirl can be running around; but there have been other members of the Fubuki class at Yokosuka, if only temporarily.

Is it any wonder she doesn't want to be associated with such an infamous klutz?
Huh. I wasn't thinking of that, admittedly, but it does dovetail nicely with what I already had planned for Murakumo's... issues, so if you don't mind I'll use that as extra 'justification' on her end for her behavior.

I wonder if there are any (good) stories about Abyssal ships. I found some comics by Kei Suwabe, but that seems to be it.
Suwabe's doujin is the best. XD
There was also this quest on here where players were controlling a retired wo-class, but I don't recall the name, and it got dropped a while ago, unfortunately.
Aside from that, I'm not sure.

I'm reading that as "as much as a person-sized slab of ship-grade steel".
Yep, that's basically what I was thinking.

As for the story proper, it reads well. I just hope it won't become "all dark, all the time" later on.
Thanks!
And to answer your question...
Act 5 is probably the section of the story that most closely matches that description, as everyone reaches their nadir after the Act 4 climax. Act 3 and Act 6 are also pretty heavy, but for those I at least have some distinct moments of levity and/or introspective breather planned, so they're not as bad? Act 4 is relatively moderate in tone until the end, and Act 7 is a more straightforward sort of dark in terms of raw stakes, both broad and personal for the characters, mixed with gradually dawning catharsis.

TLDR: Probably a little bit, but I'm not aiming for that intentionally, it's more a natural result of where the story is at that point. (I mean, I still worry it may be too much, but at the same time my overall tone preferences lean a bit on the lighter side, so it's hard for me to tell if some of the more intense stuff is actually going overboard, or if it's a good expanding of my horizons as a writer while most people will still be going "ok but why are you calling this grimdark.")

Overall I'm trying to let it be naturally dark and actively avoiding being like "OMG THIS IS SOOPER GRIMDERP AND GOREEEEE TAKE ME SRSLY GUIS." I've seen shows that did the latter, (Attack On Titan (AKA "Darkness Induced Audience Apathy: the series") and Hellsing ("Yes it was absolutely vital to show someone's eyes being stabbed out in extreme detail" thank you so much for that it's not like it's been in my nightmares ever since then or anything) Ultimate being the two examples that come to mind most immediately) and I pretty consistently hated those shows, so I definitely don't want to repeat that sort of thing within my own works.
Hopefully that's acceptable.
 
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Thanks!
And to answer your question...
Act 5 is probably the section of the story that most closely matches that description, as everyone reaches their nadir after the Act 4 climax. Act 3 and Act 6 are also pretty heavy, but for those I at least have some distinct moments of levity and/or introspective breather planned, so they're not as bad? Act 4 is relatively moderate in tone until the end, and Act 7 is a more straightforward sort of dark in terms of raw stakes, both broad and personal for the characters, mixed with gradually dawning catharsis.

TLDR: Probably a little bit, but I'm not aiming for that intentionally, it's more a natural result of where the story is at that point. (I mean, I still worry it may be too much, but at the same time my overall tone preferences lean a bit on the lighter side, so it's hard for me to tell if some of the more intense stuff is actually going overboard, or if it's a good expanding of my horizons as a writer while most people will still be going "ok but why are you calling this grimdark.")

Overall I'm trying to let it be naturally dark and actively avoiding being like "OMG THIS IS SOOPER GRIMDERP AND GOREEEEE TAKE ME SRSLY GUIS." I've seen shows that did the latter, (Attack On Titan (AKA "Darkness Induced Audience Apathy: the series") and Hellsing ("Yes it was absolutely vital to show someone's eyes being stabbed out in extreme detail" thank you so much for that it's not like it's been in my nightmares ever since then or anything) Ultimate being the two examples that come to mind most immediately) and I pretty consistently hated those shows, so I definitely don't want to repeat that sort of thing within my own works.
Hopefully that's acceptable.
I think I'll be able to live with that. And you're welcome.
 
Chapter 3: The Road To Yokosuka (Finally, The Plot!)

-Fubuki works hard at the camp and successfully passes the test. While in transit to the Naval District, she sees a news report on the 'murican ships.

-Fubuki arrives at Yokosuka and encounters Murakumo at full Tsun. Mutsuki shows her around the base and introduces her to Yuudachi, Jintsuu, Sendai, and Naka, before Torpedo Squad 3 is called to sortie.

That was all I had written down in my notes. There was stuff I'd had in mind but neglected to mention like the shenanigans with Nagato, but overall I was very much not expecting this to turn out as much of a beast as it did. (Especially the tour. I didn't want to just gloss it over, and force readers to rely on the map to have an idea of where everything is, but I suspect I went too far in the other direction...) If I had known I probably would have broken it down further, but alas...

The length of this chapter definitely wound up working against it, both in how long it took me to write it, and then in how long it's been taking me to revise this last section of it. The idea of going through and fixing up all of that in one sitting is intimidating enough itself, and college hasn't helped either for obvious reasons.

And it's only today occured to me I don't need to do it all in one sitting. I'll refrain from announcing anything until the revisions are 100% complete, but I think it'll all be done a lot sooner if I split it into smaller parts to more easily slot into my schedule between classes and homework and stuff. Again, it won't really be something to check back for until I say "hey, the chapter isn't as painful to read anymore," but I just wanted to let you know of my shift in approach and that it should hopefully speed up the process a bit more.

I've also started on Chapter 4, though I'm not very far yet - a grand total of two paragraphs. This one I'm confident will be shorter, the bulk of it being the sortie, and so I'm hoping to have it ready by Christmas. Given what I thought 3 would be, though, we'll just have to see how that works out. In other words, cross your fingers but don't hold your breath.

Buki is special because of who she is, her personality - all the rest just stems from that.
 
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Aaaand there we go, finally went back through and fixed things up. I wound up making less blatant changes than I expected overall, mostly just fixes to the phrasing and paragraph structure; even sleep-deprived as most of the last section was written as, I must have been doing something alright. Still, changes were made, and I actually went and added a bit of extra detail to the Murakumo meeting, and made the Nagato scene at the end a little more concise and natural. Fun times and all. Now I can feel free to shift my focus properly to the next chapter, which again, I expect to be shorter overall.

I wound up already saying most of what I had to say about the chapter in the post up above, but for a few other stray thoughts - this chapter, particularly the tour, is packed with foreshadowing, some of it subtle and some of it less so. It may not be hard to spot some of it, especially the stuff referencing events that are already in the anime, but I'm still hopeful that whenever I (eventually) finish the story, going back through here should be a goldmine of "Oh, so this was leading up to that, goddammit Lazarus." If at least one person doesn't want to slap me by the end, I will have done a poor job indeed.

Also, as a note more related to the anniversary than the chapter itself... Back in October of last year, when I was still in between Episodes 11 and 12 of the anime, yes before I even knew the ending, was when I wrote the first two pieces of prose that would become this story, neither of which have actually been posted here yet. The first was just a sort of prologue snippet thing that I haven't included on account of spoilers, but I may throw it in as an interlude between Act 6 and Act 7, as a nice lead-in the the finale. The second piece takes place deep in Act 5, and is probably one of the darkest points in the story. (Though there will be plenty of contenders.) By this point it's already outdated in some ways as I've tweaked the details since, but the broad idea remains the same, and marks the point where the anime and this story will have diverged in full. Oh, and this was the song I was listening to at the time and that heavily influenced the scene. In particular, the section from 2:00 to 2:28; just to give you an idea of what kind of happiness, cheer, and joy are waiting in the wings. (Again, though, I want to clarify that I'm not approaching this from a 'dark for the sake of being dark' perspective. I believe very much in the idea of "earn your happy ending," not "there is no happy ending." The intense blackness of the abyss serves only to make the light at the end of the tunnel shine even brighter.

But that's a long ways off yet. For now, let's just look forward to the introduction of the final member of our primary cast, and the shenanigans of Fubuki reenacting every Rocky movie ever.
 
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Murakumo: "Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to."
Fubuki: "You're talking about the Abyssals, right?"
Murakumo: *Ignites lightsaber menacingly*
Fubuki: "Alright, I'm just gonna... I'll be over there... on the opposite end of the base... if you need me for anything." *Flees*
Yuudachi: "You both know that's just a plastic toy, right-poi?"

So finals are done, as some of you may have already seen in other threads. As is winter break, which was a glorious clusterfuck of travel plans and extreme weather. I mean, it was frustrating at the time, but looking back it's really quite hilarious. And since then I've been trying to update my Let's Watch and my Quest, which also suffered a bit of a hiatus from the end of the semester. But I'm finally getting back to what's important now, and I wanted to let y'all know that. I've still got a ways to go on Chapter 4, but at least I've properly started it now, (I'd 'started' it a while back, but that was like, a grand total of three sentences, so I didn't find it worth mentioning yet) and the momentum is looking good.
 
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Murakumo: "Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to."
Fubuki: "You're talking about the Abyssals, right?"
Murakumo: *Ignites lightsaber menacingly*
Fubuki: "Alright, I'm just gonna... I'll be over there... on the opposite end of the base... if you need me for anything." *Flees*
Yuudachi: "You both know that's just a plastic toy, right-poi?"

So finals are done, as some of you may have already seen in other threads. As is winter break, which was a glorious clusterfuck of travel plans and extreme weather. I mean, it was frustrating at the time, but looking back it's really quite hilarious. And since then I've been trying to update my Let's Watch and my Quest, which also suffered a bit of a hiatus from the end of the semester. But I'm finally getting back to what's important now, and I wanted to let y'all know that. I've still got a ways to go on Chapter 4, but at least I've properly started it now, (I'd 'started' it a while back, but that was like, a grand total of three sentences, so I didn't find it worth mentioning yet) and the momentum is looking good.

Were any of them one of those TLJ lines?
 

Operation "Get Chapter 4 done in an actually reasonable period of time" is underway! Gonna have to break here for the day because, yanno, classes and homework and stuff are important, but I cannot even begin to tell you how great it feels to be making proper significant headway again. Plus, it helps that, unless I should find myself abruptly struck with the purple prose bug, (The red section in the progress bar above is the most risky section on that front) this chapter is definitely going to be on the shorter end of things. I'll wait until I'm a bit further before giving out an ETA, as that sort of thing has bit me in the rear before, but I've got a good feeling about this.

I also went back and made further revisions to Ch3.3, as I realized that despite the big discussion of honorifics a page or so back, I'd failed to actually remember to include those in that part, and that led to making a few additional edits in spots that needed it. Nothing too big or worthy of a full on re-read of the section, but I figured I'd let you know for posterity's sake.

Happy 2018, everyone. : )
 
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There's an omake I want to write for this. Not right now, not until we're deeper in. But I'm leaving this post here as a sort of reminder to myself for when the time comes. It doesn't have much of a direct connection to the story, which is of course why it's an omake, but I feel it's a very important thing to include, regardless. It will be titled "Unprecedented" and it will cover a couple different historical moments, particularly the Battle of Verdun in WWI and the Bombing of Nagasagi and Hiroshima in WWII.

It is not a happy piece.
 
???: "I even brought fortune cookies!"
Kitakami: "Fortune cookies? Aren't these Chinese?"
Zuikaku: "No, no, I think it was that they're a cheap Americanized knockoff of a Chinese dessert."
Fubuki: "Wait, so let me get this straight. We're eating an American version, of a Chinese food... here in Japan."
Kongou: "Multiculturalism is truly wonderful, dess!"
Zuikaku: "I don't think it quite works like that..."
Fubuki: "You know what? Forget I asked."

Progress on Chapter 4 has been pretty dead as of late, but I think I've worked out how to get over this hump. On the other hand, finals are fast approaching, so I can't promise anything concrete just yet.
 
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