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Post time: 2016-1-17 06:26:34
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You are Yuuna Izumi, Imperial Japanese Navy attache to STEC-Pacific Command to oversee the first joint IJN-USN exercises at Pearl Harbor. Due to lulls in Abyssal activities in recent months, it was ample time for international cultural exchanges as many of the larger ships were recalled for refits. Several IJN fleetgirls were dispatched to participate alongside their USN counterparts though you have no idea which fleetgirls were selected.

Coming from a relatively modest household, it's your first time traveling abroad, much less, to the United States. After being selected from a highly competitive selection process, you're very happy for the opportunity to meet with your Pacific allies, despite more radical and nationalistic factions inside the military structure opposing such cultural exchanges.

For the exchange to Hawaii, you had spent weeks polishing your American English instead of polishing your tactical knowledge in naval warfare. In finding out what you had been doing, Imperial High Command is having you reprimand upon return if any strategic mishap occurs during the joint exercise. Anyone that damages the reputation of the Imperial Navy will be punished. Which is funny because they’re sending you over to Hawaii covertly on a civilian flight. On two civilian flights to be exact. One to Guam, then one to Honolulu.

Though you had the chance to dressed up nicely in civilian clothes, it’s all ruined because you had to cram the entire translated text of Principles of Modern Maritime Strategy into your head during your from Japan. While flight attendants asked for what they could assist you with, they gave you weird stares when you asked for “peace and quiet.” You could also hear a few chuckles in the background though you think they were simply laughing about something else. (What flight attendants and other on board heard was “please be quiet.”)

While you have no idea why they gave you such strange faces, which was very rude, they did end up leaving you alone, which is exactly what you had wanted. In the end, you were able to focus on your studies. By the time you were en-route to Hawaii from Guam, you fell asleep due to exhaustion.

Finding yourself being nudged in the shoulder moments later, you-

[ ] A.) Try to stop the nudge by turning away. (I had finished reading an entire military text in 3 hours. Five more minutes of sleep, please!)
[ ] B.) Slowly open your eyes to see what’s going on. (Is it the flight attendant?)
[ ] C.) Realized you have arrived at your destination. (Oh crap, I was supposed to meet up with someone! How long did I sleep for?!)
[ ] D.) Think you’re being assaulted. (The person don’t know who they’re messing with. Time to show a little self-defense.)
[ ] E.) Write in.

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[x] C.) Realized you have reached at your destination. (Oh crap, I was suppose to meet up with someone! How long did I sleep for?!)

Your surroundings were quite peaceful. With the absence of the obnoxiously loud engine noises, you were finally able to relax from your flight. Since you didn’t have any good sleep as of late, it was a good change of pace. Though your eyes were still closed, you felt a constant nudge on your shoulder. Something felt amiss. Even the lights seems a little dim…something…how long have I slept for?!

“Oh crap, I was-!” Reacting too quickly before managing your thoughts, you felt a sharp pain on top of your head. The book that you had been reading until you fell asleep had fell to the floor from your lap. “Ow!” More of a reflex than your own actions, you had hit your head on the plane’s side windows. Reacting to your pain, you had crotched back down to your seat. Attempting to ease your pain, you massage your head with your hands. You hear a small chuckle along the aisle-side.

In an amused voice, the chuckle turned into a reply. “Sorry ma’am, I just couldn’t help it.” Not necessarily happy with the turn of event, you turning around to see a beautiful young woman covering her smiling mouth. She was not one of the flight attendants. While you wanted to answer back, nothing was coming out of your mouth. Long black hair, nice looking Sunday’s hat, and a stunning blue dress, her pristine looks makes her look like one of those American actresses you have long idolized when you were a young teenager. Even though you’re a woman as well, you couldn’t help but to blush.

All around you, aside from a few flight attendants and the young lady, the plane was already cleared of passengers. It was already 30 minutes after landing. Though you were curious and wanted to stay to chat, seeing the young woman had cleared your thoughts. Your head still hurts, but your mind was calmer. Realizing that you have reached your destination, you really had to set your priorities straight. Remember what High Command had told you. Trying to be as polite as possible, you thanked the young woman with a “thank you” and a bow.

Holding her hand out, the young woman responded. “It’s alright. No need to be so formal, oh wait! Your…”

Even though you know it was rude, you quickly grabbed your hand-held and left the plane before the young woman finished her sentence. It was why you apologized before hopping off the plane. “I’m really sorry! I really got to meet with someone…!”

“…I wished I had stayed on the plane.” No sarcasm intended, you stared around the island as Captain Nate Spencer, one of the American officers participating the joint exercise. Also dressed in civilian clothes, he was escorting her to the base in Pearl by car. Unlike the liaisons you had met back in Japan, he’s nothing like his peers. Rather than introducing himself properly, the very first thing he did was to flirt. Even when they’re en-route to the base, he’s still at it.

“Oh, a dazzling young lady like yourself shouldn’t be so uptight!”

[ ] A.) Ignore him. Just enjoy the wonderful scenery around you. It’s your first time abroad. (Oh look! Pretty trees! Amazing blue skies!)
[ ] B.) Enough is enough. (I’d rather walk to the base! I’m not carrying that much luggage anyways!)
[ ] C.) Hold it in. (A few more minutes Yuuna. Just a few more minutes…)
[ ] D.) Write-in

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Post time: 2016-1-20 16:11:27
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Edited by Neo at 2016-1-20 16:15

[x] D.) Write-in (Flirt back)

With a light laugh, you leaned against the door side with one arm. Staring at Nate, you answered. “Well, I never expect such dashing young Captain of the fleet such as yourself be escorting a mere Lieutenant like myself.” Being an open-topped car, you could see the beautiful stretch of the Hawaiian coastline behind him.

Though Nate is in civilian’s clothing at the moment, you had seen the eagle badge on his naval uniform in the trunk back at the airport. Though the captain and yourself were around the same age, the stark difference in seniority was quite clear. However, you’re not the type to change your behavior just because you’re in the presence of superior officers. Maybe that was why you always get into trouble speaking with your commanding officers.

Though the threat of Abyssal still looms across the blue horizons, you thought it was a good choice to join the exercise at Pearl. It’s an excellent change of pace compared to all the fighting back home. You convinced yourself that captain was right. You shouldn’t be so uptight. It was your first experience abroad. You should relax and enjoy. Not far from your view, you can see base with your eyes.

With a smirk, Nate responded at the wheel. “You flatter me, Lieutenant. Not what I expected.” With the strong winds blowing some sand into your eyes, you closed your eyes for a brief moment to clear your eyes. You placed your left hand on top of your head to limit the hair from flying everywhere. you heard a whistle from the captain. “I could totally mistake you for some hot civvy.”

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(4-5 minutes from destination)
[ ] A.) Being modest. (Oh you, I’m just a simple girl. You’re making me blush. I'm nothing like-...my book! Where is it?! Where is it?!)
[ ] B.) Curious about his rank. (How can you be a Captain at such a young age?)
[ ] C.) Write-in.

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Post time: 2016-1-23 03:20:14
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Edited by Neo at 2017-3-17 21:59

[x] C.) Start with curiosity about his rank, but get distracted by your missing book mid sentence

“…Captain?” After clearing your eyes of sand, there was something you would like to ask before arriving at the base. While you are certain that the man in front of you was your superior, he seems far too young for the role. In fact, you’re still quite skeptical of his status. “About your rank…” The American naval captain could tell the curiosity in your tone.

Jokingly, the man replied with a straight face. “Let me guess…you would like to know the tale of an amazing man such as myself and how I managed to achieved the rank of Captain at such a young age?”

The statement was quite unexpected. You were completely caught off guard. The joke was so lame, you couldn’t help but laugh. Not had you ever imagine anyone in their life would actually say that with such a face. The way he acts and speaks was so different from what you’re use to back home. Make you wonder if there are more people like him around the base. “I think you should just stick with your flirts.”

While he had such a light-hearted expression mere moments before, you were quite surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere. While you thought that it your laughing that darkened the mood, he began to respond. “Have you ever heard of the USS Leyte?”

In hearing the name of the sunken American carrier, the thoughts of the Abyssal fleet began to flood your mind. In a grim voice, you answered. “The flagship of the doomed US 7th Fleet.” Ever since the Abyssal emergence, it was standard practice for naval academies across the global to teach about the so-called ‘Yellow Sea Catastrophe’. While there are almost zero information regarding about what has happened on that unfortunate day, it was used to teach new recruits that conventional weapons and tactics means nothing to the colossal Abyssal ‘ships’. Is he somehow related to that catastophe? But that that was many years ago. Eyes wide opened, you looked up and placed a hand across your face.

Confused at what was going on, the Captain asked. “Did I say something weird?”

With a slight frown, you slowly shook your head. “My book…”

“Book?” Having arrived at the base, several armed guards began to approach the vehicle for identification.

Before that, with a very miserable laugh, you answered, “it took me three months to save enough money.” You remembered that beautiful young woman back on the plane. “I should have waited…”

Right now you-

[ ] A.) Have to get back to the airport! (Stall the guards! My poor savings! Mom and dad is going to kill me, not to mention the month-long reprimand back home if I slip up during the joint exercises!)
[ ] B.) Ask the captain about the young woman. (Maybe he had already flirted with everyone on the island?)
[ ] C.) Ask the captain if he has another copy of your book? (Well, I’m not sure how much Japanese an American officer learns about, but maybe they have a translated text?)
[ ] D.) Forget about the book and enter the base... (Oh who am I kidding? I’m already here…accept my fate....)
[ ] E.) Write-in

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[x] A.) Have to get back to the airport! (Stall the guards! My poor savings! Mom and dad is going to kill me, not to mention the month-long reprimand back home if I slip up during the joint exercises!)

“Well, you little weasel. I never expect you to actually catch one. A cute one at that.” In a very causal tone, one of the sentries smiled as he spoke with Nate. From the speech, the man wearing a lieutenant badge seems to know the captain. “Are you suppose to be working right now?” Two other guards that was with him by the entrance was moving along with a vehicle check. Pulling his hand out, the lieutenant ask motioning for identification. Seeing a familiar face, the captain seems to have lightened up from the earlier discussion about his rank. In fact, he quickly smirked back. You can see Nate handing both his and your identification papers to the officer.

“Can’t I do both?” Knowing what the two people were implying, I lightly punched the captain in the shoulder.

“I’m not some fish…” In return everyone laughed. After inspecting the trunk, one of the guards answered to the lieutenant.

“All green, sir!”

“Good.” Handing the papers back to the captain, the lieutenant responded playfully. “So this young miss here is STEC’s guest from Japan. Oh Nate, what have you done to the poor girl? She looks completely miserable.” What the man said was true. You were really fidgety about the whole ordeal. Grabbing and old pocket watch out from your skirt pockets, you frowned. Besides identification and the vehicle check, you didn’t really have any time to spare. You pointed out the time on the watch to the captain.

“Oh right…that…,” Nate answered. Looking up to the guard, he asked. “Well Mark, I know everyone is on a tight schedule today, but mind if we head back to the airport? Our guest seems to have forgotten something onboard her flight.”

Seemingly knowing what the captain was talking about, the officer pulled out your translated book. “You mean this?” Walking over to you, the man handed your book back to you. You noticed a small note you’ve never seen before sticking out of the book, but you definitely can tell it’s yours. The bookmark used was one of a kind after all. Jaws opened, you were curious at how he managed to obtain the book. Nevertheless, you felt relieved finding it.

“My book! Thank you! How did you get this?”

Scratching his head, the man answered. “One of STEC’s agents came by moments before you did and handed me the book. Well I don’t know too much about STEC, I’m just a regular member of the USN. But Jesus Christ, she’s a beaut!” You can certainly tell, the man is lost in though. The other two guards seems to be fantasizing as well. “Long black hair, a blue one piece…” While you were not really amused by the scene, you recognize the description. You were wondering, “it must be her in your mind.”

In a very flat and nonchalant response, Nate replied. “Oh…” You don’t know why, but you can tell he wasn’t too enthusiastic about it. Mocking the captain, the lieutenant responded as he wrapped his arms around the captain’s shoulders.

“What do you mean, ‘Oh…’? Nate, you lucky beast. To think we’ve known each other since we were kids. Both graduated from the same class…you’re out leading freaking ships, while I’m still stuck here on sentry duties…” Jokingly, the captain looked back.

“Well, you ARE head of security for today.” Emphasizing ‘are’, the other two guards laughed. Messing with the captain’s hair, the sentry responded.

“Oh screw you, ’CAPTAIN’, I’m a seamen. A man of the sea!” You were starting to think if this is what they call ‘bromance’. After a few more moments, everything seems to be settled and the two was able to proceed towards the officer’s quarters. Unlike before however, he became very quiet. With his mind seems to be focused on something else rather than talking with you, the atmosphere turned really awkward. Exiting the car when you arrived, you-

[ ] A.) Proceed to your room. (I do need to get dressed up to meet with the base commander.)
[ ] B.) Ask about the young lady back at the airport. (Just who is she?)
[ ] C.) Ask about the captain’s bromance. (Well you and that guard seems close.)
[ ] D.) Write-in

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Post time: 2016-1-31 19:08:41
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[x] A.) Proceed to your room. (I do need to get dressed up to meet with the base commander.)

Grabbing your luggage from the trunk, the two of you began to walk towards your quarters with Nate at the lead. Like a tour guide, he was showing you around the general outline of the officer quarters.

The officer quarters was quite large, making up it’s lack of height with its wide, spacious design. Looking at your pocket watch, you have noticed there’s still plenty of time between now and the designated time for meeting the base commander. Nevertheless, you wanted to dress up early in attempt to give a good first impression. While this is purely a joint IJN-USN exercise, you were surprised by the strong foreign presence inside the residence. Walking past the main lobby to the residential area, though empty at the moment, you can see the numerous flags of foreign navies walking from door to door.

The British Royal Navy (RN-STEC (UK), RN-STEC (AUS), RN-STEC (NZ)), the Royal Canadian Navy (USN-STEC (CAN)). Though not surprisingly, you could see that the Soviets, the other Pacific power, were not present.

“Well, I guess that’s everything,” said the American captain. “Here are your keys.” Motioning your hands, he handed you the residence keys. He lightly dropped the keys into your palms. “If you have any questions, you could ask me.”

Tilting your head slightly, you moved towards him. While you have only known him for 2,3 hours at most, you think it felt really strange for him to be acting this way. Sure, he’s also been really nice, really formal, and really helpful. But he’s been really quiet. Nothing seems right since their stop at the checkpoint. You peered at him from his left and right. A little confused at what you’re doing Nate asked.

“What is it?”

With a straight face, you answered. “I was expecting you to grab my hand or something of the like, then end with a quirky line like ‘I couldn’t resist the alluring charm of ladies’…” With a surprised face, the American officer laughed.

“That would be harassment Lieutenant. Well, now that you mention it, I have to be away for 20-ish minutes. I’ll be back to pick you up.” Brushing away the topic, Nate quickly left, leaving you by your room door. You seem to want to say something, but you decided to go dress up instead.

The room was actually quite nice compared to what you were used to back home. Placing your luggage by the bed side, you began to look around like a child would at an amusement park. There were a lot of appliances you had never seen before. Even if you had, you probably could never afford it. Rather than changing, you spent more time inspecting the room and at the appliances. You even saw a face staring at your room through the second floor windows.

“Wait a minute…” Rushing over to the window-side, you saw the surprised face of a young girl with a blue hat and glasses. As you get closer, the further back the girl leaned back. “Wait!” Startled by the shout, the girl seems to have lost her footing and began to fall. You heard a few screams outside. Shocked, you sprinted towards the windows. “Holy shit!” Opening window, you saw the girl safely landed on a pre-made stack of blankets. There were two other girls with her. One in a tan-ish dress, the other in blue. Her hat and glasses seems to have fallen off.

Seemingly in pain, the girl sat back up and rubbed her neck. “O-ow…” The other two quickly approached the girl.

You-

[ ] A.) Shout out the window. (W-what were you thinking?! It’s the second floor you know?!)
[ ] B.) Hurry downstairs. (Wait right there!)
[ ] C.) Do nothing. (Nothing to see here. She seems to be fine.)
[ ] D.) Write-in

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Post time: 2016-2-9 15:43:19
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[x] B.) Hurry downstairs. (Wait right there!)

“…Wait right there!” Running past your luggage and uniform that was lying on the bedside, you had rushed downstairs to get outside. While you thought of why there are three young teenage girls doing inside a military installation, falling down two stories is no joke. You could hear the voice of the three.

“I told you it was dangerous, didn’t I?”

“I know that Edsall…Ugh…Can’t see…”

“Jeez. Here’s your glasses and hat.”

Arriving at the scene, you could see the girl who fell lazily fixing her blue hat. In contrast to her blue dress, you quickly noted her long, but unusually coloured hair. Also contrary to what you had believed, the girl looks relatively fine despite the height she fell from.

By her side was a brown-haired girl, who seems to be treating the pink-haired girl’s arm. “You know Mahan…you could of just asked.”

Sitting crisscrossed, the pink-haired girl answered. “Don’t want to-…ow! Dang it, Shaw! Too tight!”

The blonde-hair girl, who was standing next to them replied, “why not? It’s not like the commander’s there anymore.”

While you were initially panicked, you actually got a good grasp of the situation at hand based on what you just heard. Jumping into the conversation, you responded, “is there something wrong with Captain Spencer?”

Noticing your approach, they acknowledged your presence with a formal salute. You scratched your head. Like many firsts on the island, it was your first time being saluted by others. You weren’t really use to such formalities. “It’s alright, no need to be so formal, relax.” It appears that they know who you were despite still being in civilian’s clothes. You suspected it was because you were inside the officer’s quarters.

Looking a little embarrassed, the blonde-haired girl apologised. “I’m sorry ma’am you had to see that.”

Shaking your head, you answered. “I was shocked initially, seeing her fall down from the second floor, but I’m more interested why are three of STEC’s young ship girls doing by my room.”

The three young girls seems to be amazed by what you had said. “You know who we are?”

“No, I simply guessed from your conversation. Maybe because I’ve mostly been around battleship and carriers, but I didn’t expect ship girls to be this young.”

“I see. Um…” Looking at you, the blonde-hair girl paused. I seems, she want to ask for a name.

“Oh, that was very rude of me. First Lieutenant Yuuna Izumi, current Imperial Navy liaison to STEC.”

Saluting again, the girl replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Lieutenant Isumi. I’m Edsall.” Motioning her hand to the other two, she continued, “this is Shaw.”

“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.”

“And this is Mahan.”

“…” You’re not really sure whether or not because she still dealing with any pain from falling, Mahan seems to naturally frown. Walking over to the pinked-haired Mahan, Edsall grabbed her on the shoulders with a slight smile.

Raising her voice, Edsall repeated. “And this is Mahan.”

Reluctantly, the girl answered. “I-I’m Mahan…”

After everyone introduced themselves, you-

[ ] A.) Ask about what they were doing? (Why was Mahan on the second floor window?)
[ ] B.) Return to your room. (Oh right, I have to meet the base commander.)
[ ] C.) Write-in

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"...By the way," you turned your head towards the pinked-haired girl, "what were you doing on the second floor window?"

After asking the question, the three seems reluctant from answering you. Mahan was staring away into the distance, away from the officer's quarters, Shaw was rubbing Mahan's arms, and Edsall, who seems to be the most matured of the three, was nervously laughing.

You were starting to get a little annoyed at why everyone at the base seems to be dodging your questions. Sighing, you crossed your arms. Pressing the blonde-haired girl for an answer you asked once more. "Well?"

Scratching her head, Edsall responded. "It's...classified."

Confused, you answered, "classified?" Certainly you are a foreign officer from another country, but at the very least, you would expect a concrete answer. They did after all sneaking outside your room window. With a skeptical look, you stared at the three girls. Crossing your arms, you pointed at Mahan. "She was literally by my window side." Seemingly pinned in the corner, Mahan played with her fingers.

"I-I was, wasn't I?" Mahan replied.

Cutting into the awkward situation, Shaw stood up and leaned against her friend who was standing. "Hey Edsall, aren't we suppose to be meeting up with the quartermaster later this afternoon?" It was obviously an excuse.

"Oh, your right! Sorry Lieutenant Izumi, urgent matter calls!" Avoiding your questions, the three girls decided to high-tail out of the situation. Hastily, they picked up the blankets that softened Mahan's fall from the building. Of the three, Mahan seems to be the most eagar to leave.

"H-hey!" It was then, when you heard Nate's voice returning.

"Lieutenant, what's up? I don't mind seeing you in civvie's clothing, but I thought you were changing upstairs?"

Turning your head towards the direction of the familiar voice, you replied. "Huh? Ah, captain. No, it was just-." Looking around, the three girls were nowhere to be seen. "Oh, never mind..." You were beginning to wonder what on earth is happening on this Hawaiian base.

For the rest of your time, you changed to your uniform inside your room, while the American Captain badgers you from outside the door. With little time to spare, you hurried outside to meet with the base commander with the captain. Lying flat on your room table was the book that you had brought from Japan and the blue note what was sticking out of it.

That's the end of Part 1 to Pacific Quest: Cultural Exchange! No options here today in this segment. Feel free to talk about what did you guys think about part 1 on the OOC threat. What did you like about it? What did you not like? I'll ready up Part 2 very soon.

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Post time: 2016-2-21 12:27:39
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Edited by Neo at 2016-2-22 03:12

"...Oh good, it seems out guest from Japan has finally arrived." Upon entering the office of the base commander, you were greeted by a senior officer. "I assume you were treated well by our captain." In the presence of the base commander, both you and the captain stood in salute.

You began by introducing yourself. "Lieutenant Yuuna Izumi, Imperial Japanese Navy. It's an honor meet the base commander of Pearl Harbor."

Returning the salute, he replied, "be at ease, you two." Pacing around you, the American officer was beginning to examining you. With a hand on his chin, he had a curious expression on his face. "Hmm...very young..."

"Sir?"

Stopping by his table, the man introduced himself. "Vice-Admrial Robert Williams, United States Navy. But, I believe you already know that." You politely nodded in confirmation.

"Yes. Along with current head of the Imperial Japanese Navy, Vice-Admiral Robert Williams of the United States' Navy advocated the cultural exchanges of junior naval officers to strengthen Japanese-American relations admist the Abyssal incursion. Specifically, between the NKT and STEC."

"Well that's a fast response." Walking to the window side, the man continued. "Though I believe you know of the obstacles and difficulties this program has?" Considering that the two nations were in a state of war not too long ago, you were somewhat nervous in front of him. It's not like Japan had completely come in terms of their defeat during the second world war. While tensions among civilians has eased, tensions among their militaries were still touchy at best. Reluctantly, nodded your head.

During the conversation, everyone in the room heard a knock from the office door. Knowing who the person was, the admiral called them in.

Though soft-spokened, you heard a very familiar voice. "Yuuna."

"Y-Yamato?! What are you doing here?" And beside her was the young lady you saw back at the airport.

"Howdy~." Standing side-by-side, it's very quick to note the tall figure of the two. You-

[ ] A.) Speak with Yamato. (Long time no see! Why are you here at Pearl Harbor?)
[ ] B.) Speak with the young lady. (Oh, it's you! Thank you very much for getting my book back to me!)
[ ] C.) Do nothing. (Let's not get hasty here. See what's going to happen first.)
[ ] D.) Write-in

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[x] A.) Speak with Yamato. (Long time no see! Why are you here at Pearl Harbor?)

Like an old friend you haven't seen for ages, you slowly moved towards the new arrivals. The language that you were using changed from English to Japanese as you spoke with the Japanese ship girl. "Long time no see! How long has it been?"

Though you could see relief in her eyes, Yamato's mouth slowly curved down. "I-I..."

You are very excited to find another person that could speak your language, her troubled facial expression had you worried. The Yamato you knew never stumbled like that before. "Wait...why are you here at Pearl Harbor?" And thinking of the current situation between rivalled ship girl agencies, her appearance in Pearl Harbor was strange. Of any ship girl they could have chosen, why are did they send one of Japan's most powerful ship girls, not to mention a symbol of NKT's naval prowess, as an inital sign of goodwill.

Breaking the awkward atmosphere, the American admiral responded in his native tongue. "Did not expect Kensuke Otomo of the NKT, of all people, to mess something like this up." Hearing a sigh in the background, you could see the American admiral rubbing his forehead. "What a mess..."

Yamato seems to understand the language of the foreign officer and shows objection in her expression. You're not really sure what was going on, but in Yamato's stead, you spoke up for the head of your agency. Forgetting your rank, you stepped up and replied, "Admiral Otomo would never do anything that would disturb the peace!" The base commander seemed to had expected this and showed no sign of shock or surprise.

"Whoa, hold it there darling." Interrupting you, Nate, who had been silent every since entering the room, had finally spoke out as he attempts to calm you down. Speaking in turns, the young lady spoked next as she placed a hand on Yamato's shoulders. While, the Japanese ship girl still had a gloomy expression on her face, it was softer than before.

In a soothing tone, she said, "Vice-Admiral Williams knows it's not Admiral Otomo's fault."

Confirming what the young lady just said, the admiral answered, "she's right. I did not mean to be rude towards your commander. He's a respectable man."

"Then?"

"I'm just going to have a small chat with him when I speak with the chief of operations tomorrow. Sure, Abyssal activity had been at an all time low at the moment, but I'll see to it that Yamato returns in proper fashion. Without touble, without hassle. There's no need to escalate tensions between agencies because of the provocation of a few bad eggs within the ranks of the NKT. In the meantime, she'll be staying with you."

With that, both you and Yamato responded. "Eggs?" You never heard of such a phrase before.

With a loud laugh, Admiral Williams decided to brush away the bad topic, relieving the bad air in the room. "Well, with that taken cared of, I believe the two of you haven't been introduced properly to her yet." He walked up to the person next to Yamato. "Lieutenant Izumi, this is Iowa. As long as Yamato's in Pearl Harbor, she will accompany you and Captain Spencer during your stay in America."

As a courtesy, she reached out her hand towards you for a handshake. "Pleasure to see you again." You-

[ ] A.) Return her shake. (Uh...? American greeting? No kisses or hugs?)
[ ] B.) Bow to her. (Expressing gratitude for returning your book.)
[ ] C.) Turn towards Nate. (You knew of all of this?)
[ ] D.) Write-in

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[x] B.) Bow to her. (Expressing gratitude for returning your book.)

In the place of shaking her hand, you took a deep bow, expressing your gratitude to the ship girl much to Yamato's surprise. "No, the pleasure is mine. I'm most grateful for you actions."

Iowa had a small smile on her face when she reached out to tap your shoulders. "This is too much. I only did what was right."

With a hint of surprise, the admiral remarked, "you two have met before?"

Iowa nodded her head. "It was quite brief, really." With that, the room began to resonate with the sound of a grandfather clock. It was getting late on the Hawaiian islands as 6 o'clock was read from the hour hands. Even the skies outside was darkening.

"I guess I had lost track of time. Is it already this late into the evening?" Heading back over to his table, the admiral motioned Nate to follow him. "That should suffice for informal introductions then? Well, Lieutenant Izumi. I'll be borrowing the captain here for the rest of today if you don't mind?"

Nonchalantly you responded. "Oh. Oh no, I don't mind at all." Nate had the expression of a rejected man prompting Iowa to chuckle.

Nate answered Iowa's chuckle with scorn. "What?" In your opinion, it was quite uncharacteristic of him to act like this. Now that you remember, he seems uncomfortable around the topic of STEC agents. Did something happen between the two?

"It was nothing captain." Iowa seems to be unfazed by the reply. "Well then, since the both of you are going to be busy, you won't mind me showing them around?"

With no objections, the admiral shook his head. "Go on ahead. With matters regarding the joint exercise, preliminary briefings won't start until next week when the final checks are in place. Feel free to move around in the mean time."

In hearing that, you're feeling thrilled. You couldn't really control what's coming out of your mouth. "Really? Not just on base, but off base? To the nearby cities and beaches?"

"Sure, that sounds like a great idea. You three can be dismissed." With that, you saluted for the last time before leaving the room with the two ship girls. In closing the door, you-

[ ] A.) Jump up in joy. (Vacation time! I never thought, I'll see this day!)
[ ] B.) Compose yourself. (Yes, you can finally relax, but remember why you're here.)
[ ] C.) Write-in

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[x] C.) Write-in (Barely compose yourself, although its noticeable that we're ready to jump in joy.)

"Va...vaca..." Trembling in excitement, you muttered a few sounds out of your mouth. Just as the group was about to leave, Yamato who was closest to you heard your sound.

Stopping by your side, Yamato asked. "Yuuna, is something wrong?" Though composed, you could see her worried expression. Despite being separated for a year, some things just never change. While she stands as one of the most powerful ship girl in the Imperial Navy's arsenal, in reality Yamato is quite the worry-wart.

While you don't know whether or not the previous conflict mere decades ago had something to do with it, but her caring personality is well known and loved by those who knew her, which mostly is comprised of other ship girls in the fleet. Noticing the lack movement behind her, Iowa too had stopped.

"Lieutenant?"

Purely due to the presence and stature of the people beside you, you managed to form some constraint to your ever growing excitement. You are a representative to Japan after all, you must show restraint. Holding onto Yamato's hands, you answered. "I-it's nothing." In your head, you could hear yourself humming aloha-oe.

With a single glance, the other two could tell straight away what the issue, or the lack of issue, was. As your facial expression betrays you, Yamato couldn't help chuckle as Iowa watches on, no less composed than she was always. It would seem that Iowa wasn't someone that often smiles.

However, in the corner of your eyes, you manage to catch a glimpse of the harbour with the shadow of a building in its midst. In doing so, you began to sober up. You-

[ ] A.) Ask Iowa about the building. (Iowa, is that...?)
[ ] B.) Write-in

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Edited by Neo at 2017-3-17 22:20

[x] A.) Ask Iowa about the building. (Iowa, is that...?)

“Iowa, is that…”

Seeing the quick change in behavior, the American ship girl walked over to the window side. With night quickly setting in, the direction of which you were observing. Though everything was pitch black, like ink was to black paper, you clearly see the outline of a rectanglar-shaped structure. Running straight through the middle of that structure, there was a large pole stretching up towards the sky. Effortlessly, it would seem that she knew exactly what you were looking at in the distance, Iowa complimented you.

“You have a very impressive pair of eyes, Lieutenant. If it weren’t for radar, I’m sure you’ll make one heck of a gunnery officer on deck.” Touching the glass window, you saw Iowa peering out into the darkness herself. Compare to all the festivities happen on the opposite side of the building towards the capital Honolulu, the area the two of you gaze towards remain shrouded in shadows. “Seeing from your expression, I do believe you know what you’re seeing, it was part of our naval base after all here in Pearl Harbor.”

“…” You stayed silent. Having lived in a still nationalistic Japan, there’s not a way that you wouldn’t know. You have heard the heroic tales of ace pilots when you were young. You have read books written by veterans of the old guard back in school. You have been taught lessons by instructors who have praised it as a milestone to air-to-sea combat during your academy days. Almost constantly you have been bombarded with the story of Pearl Harbor of its successes, its fame, while leaving out the carnage and loss of life that took place.

It gets a little sicking after learning the full story of what transpired here. The men who perished that day, fought defending their homes. Their livelihoods. Their families. Their ideals. Their efforts are just as valiant, just as heroic as any other brave soul. At the very least, they should be treated with the respect they deserve. That was what you believed, even if it was considered as a little naive. You've lost could of many times you've been criticized within your own ranks in the NKT.

Though relations between Japan and the United States had been improving as of late thanks to more moderate groups coming into positions of power, the fact that the two nations had fought on opposing sides hasn't faded in the mind of many former servicemen. It's not often an officer like yourself would travel to the island, even if you're a moderate.

Iowa, turning her back toward you, continued talking about the shaft. “That is just a temporary measure. Ik-." She made a small pause to herself before continuing. "President Eisenhower, recently approved the memorial's construction but they have yet to receive the materials to build it. That is why it looks...incomplete.” Looking up at the sky, Iowa began to more or less talking to herself as she made a quiet remark about the darkness. “You know, Lieutanent. She always complained to our commander about the lack of lighting at night. It won’t be won’t feel like home to her boys if there were no lights nearby…” From her low volume, you could hear a hint of sadness in her voice much to your surprise. Shaking her head, Iowa changed her tone. “What am I doing? I was going to show you two around the island, wasn’t I? Let’s-…”

Before Iowa was about to walk away from the window, you had cut Iowa off mid-sentence, shouting, “I-…!” Not expecting you to suddenly shout in the middle of the hall, Iowa faced you. Yamato, who was standing behind you winced. Eyes closed and with you lowered your head as low as you could standing, before continuing,  “I would like to visit the site!” Not lifting you head until you get a response that you wanted, you locked your posture.

Having seen the abandoned shell of a sunken battleship passing by the building earlier that day, you genuinely wanted to pay your respects to the deceased. There’s no meaning in keeping old grudges. Though Yamato does not understand a single word you had just spoken in English, you saw her bowing as well in your lower stance. In a soft murmur, you hear Iowa mention something, but you couldn't really hear what she had said. "Iowa?"

You lifted your head up to see a light smile could be seen on her face. You have seen Iowa smile before, back when you had just arrived in Hawaii. It could just be you, but something about this smile seems...different. Placing a hand over your shoulders, she replied. "Not today."

Your expression brightening. "Then?"

“We can go tomorrow morning if you like.”

"Really?" Lowering your head one more time in gratitude, you thanked the ship girl. “I'll be in your care then. Thank you very much.”

“You sure are an odd one, Lieutenant.” Iowa comment. Looking over at Yamato behind you, she said, "right Yamato?" Hearing Iowa question, Yamato nodded, returning a smile of her own.

Looking back at your friend, clasped her hands together. “Ah, I forget that Yamato doesn’t understand a thing that we are saying.” Worried that you had left her out of the conversation, you quickly changed to Japanese. Holding onto her hand, "I'm sorry Yamato! I didn't mean to leave you out of our conversation. It's just...I...." Scratching for to use as an apology, you were constantly bowing up and down. "I'm sorry, you must be so confused. Being here in America, not being able to understand a think being said around you..."

A little bewildered, the Japanese ship girl was trying her best to calm you to no avail, tell you everything was fine. "Y-Yuuna! No, stop! It's okay, I'm alright! I understand you're worried about me, I'm really happy about it! But everything's fine, really!"

Stepping in to help a flustered Yamato from your onslaught, Iowa made a remark of her own about the subject at hand. “Actually, she knows perfectly what I have been saying the entire time.”

"I-...heh?" With statement catching you by surprise, you stopped. You see Yamato nervously laughing, but what really caught your ears was Iowa's words. You-

[ ] A.) Ask Yamato (In Japanese: W-wha…what does she mean? *confused*)
[ ] B.) Ask Iowa (W-wha…what do you mean? *confused*)
[ ] C.) Keeping it to yourself (Remain confused)
[ ] D.) Write-in

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Edited by Neo at 2017-1-15 11:35

[x] A.) Ask Yamato (In Japanese: W-wha…what does she mean? *confused*)

You stopped, baffled by something you thought was inconceivable. You were trying to register what Iowa had just said, but you simply couldn’t, knowing first hand on just how terrible Yamato’s English was. In all those years you’ve worked for the NKT and with Yamato, you know perfectly well that there was no change in the ship girl’s affinity towards the foreign language.

You are still holding onto her hand, but Yamato was seems quite relieved when Iowa “de-escalated the situation”. Now that you stopped, you can see her relaxing her grip. You haven’t realized how tense the Japanese ship girl had became before this. “Thanks…” Yamato said in a soft voice.

Considering how it was in Japanese, you were going to answer here. But before you did, you could see that her eyes weren’t directed towards you. The thanks wasn’t meant you, it was for Iowa, who then shrugged in response. “I merely told the lieutenant the truth. There’s no need to thank me.”

Shaking her head, Yamato smiled. “No. I really appreciate what you have done for me today. Without you, I…I wouldn’t know what to do.” Not once had Yamato never changed her tongue. Iowa continued to speak in English. The two seems to be having a normal conversation, but everything was just so surreal.

“Right…I must have fell asleep from my flight from Guam…this is all just a dream,” you muttered under your breath. “Right, people say if you pinch yourself, you’ll know if you are in a dream or not.” With a blank expression on your face, you failed to notice Iowa leaning down towards you. It was not until she pinched you in the face did you reacted. “Ow! That hurts Iowa!” In a slip of the tongue you spoke to Iowa in Japanese, who in return gave you a blank stare of her own.

“If you believe I understand fully the Japanese language at the moment Lieutenant, I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

Rubbing the cheek that had just been pinched with one hand, there’s not a single thing that’s making any sense to you anymore. Iowa just said she doesn’t know Japanese. And the Yamato you know doesn’t know English. But they clearly understand each other. Tugging at her hands with the hand that’s still held onto the ship girl, you managed to get Yamato’s attention back to you.

Looking at Yamato in the eyes, you asked her, “Yamato…w-what does Iowa mean when she said you knew exactly what she was saying? You never had very good English.”

“Well…” Considering the speed of which she was replying, you can tell Yamato trying to formulate an answer. “Iowa and I…we are…how would you say it…? Very close to one another?”

You raised one of your brows. “C-Close to one another?”

Thinking a little harder, Yamato pulled her hand away from you to ponder. “…Yes…I think those are the right words for it, right?”

Turning towards Iowa, she seems to be deep in thought as well. Both ship girls were wearing serious facial expressions. “Hm…I haven’t really thought about it…but your explanation sound about right. I believe STEC was thinking the same thing before they left us alone today,” the American ship girl replied, clearing any doubt Yamato thought she had when answering you.

C-C-Close?! L-L-L-L-L-Left alone?!” Yamato had only been with Iowa for a day. You couldn’t possibly think of what they could have done. But with the context both girls are giving you, you’re starting to feel a little warm.

“Never thought, they’ll come to my private quarters. Well, they were trying to accommodate Yamato’s lodging as soon as possible after all. Not so surprising, I guess.”

Private?!” Just before you’re about to blow your head from the outrageous conclusion your head is coming up with, you heard the familiar voice of an American captain.

“You three are still here?”

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It was Captain Spencer. Your escort when you have first arrived in Hawaii.

Having just closed the door behind him when left the admiral’s office, he seems to have finished his small discussion with Admiral Williams. Considering that the people who’s was standing only a few meters away in the empty hallway had left the room ten minutes prior, he must have not expected you and the two ship girls to still be around.

You’re not sure about the others, but you were ecstatic. You wanted to pull yourself away from the previous topic discussed with Yamato and Iowa as soon as possible. It could just all be a misunderstanding, but you didn’t want to dig any deeper as it is. Instead, you turned around to face Nate.

"We were just leaving! Iowa said she would show us around.”

Instead of replying, he continued to stare, which left a few seconds of awkward silence. You’re not sure what was wrong you today, but you just can’t seem to read the expression on other people’s faces, especially from the Americans. With his officer’s hat to his side, Nate walked over to you. Focused on you, he bent down from where he stood to face you.

“W-what is it?”

Nonchalantly, Nate responded by pointing at his own face. You realized that he was talking about your face.

“What about my face?”

Rather than speaking to you directly, the captain shifted his head in an attempt to whisper into your ear. Not expecting the man’s advancement, your thoughts freezes up, but your body instinctively moved forward. Before you realize, you were grappling with the American captain. Both your hands and his were locked in the middle. Dumbfounded by what you were doing, he responded.

“Hey hey hey, what were you planning to do? Place me in a lock?” From his strained voice, you knew Nate was having a hard time restraining you.

Loosening your grip, you moved back. “I’m sorry! That was a mistake! My body always moved on its own in situations like this.” You covered your beet red face with your numbed hands. Embarrassed that something like this had happened, you just wanted to dig a hole and lie in it. You didn’t want to stay in the hallway any longer. Nudging Iowa in the shoulder, you stuttered. “L-Let’s go, you two. It’s our first time in the states, so we have plenty to see here, don’t we, Yamato?”

“Lieutenant?”

“Yuuna, I’m over here.”

You-

[ ] A.) Don’t care who you have called, you just want out
[ ] B.) Couldn’t take it anymore and run towards the exit by yourself
[ ] C.) Couldn’t take it anymore, crouch down and continue to cover your face
[ ] D.) Write-in

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[x] B.) Couldn’t take it anymore and run towards the exit by yourself

Stepping back, you could see who was standing in front of you, after opening up your fingers. Willing to help your flustered self out, Iowa directed your line of sight towards Yamato with a subtle tilt of the head.

Looking at Iowa with a face of gratitude, it would seem Yamato was the one doing the damage control once more, despite failing in her previous attempt. Seeing her like this, you don’t really understand any of the rumors surrounding Yamato’s personality was all about. She’s so docile, it’s hard for you to even see her worry her cheeks out about you like let, not like what a certain ship girl had told you before she left you for Miyazaki.

However, that is not what’s important right now. You just assaulted Nate from that strange habit of yours. When Yamato tapped you in the shoulder. You end up making a weird noise.

“Maybe we should get going? Just like what you have said.”

You’re supposed to be in charge of any Japanese detachment sent to the US facility. Yamato ended up babysitting you instead. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted some fresh air. Without saying another word, you ran, but not before hearing Iowa’s voice.

“Bosun. Helmsman.”

You felt a little heavier, but it could just be you. You were panicking after all. You could also hear Yamato calling your name, but you ran away so fast, you didn’t hear exactly what she had said after that. You went straight for a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, there was someone who just emerged from an adjacent hallway.

Red bandana around the neck, blue coat hanging from the shoulders like a cape, it was another young lady you haven’t seen before today, but that’s not what’s important. Casually strolling with what looked like a lamp in her hand, she doesn’t seem to be aware of you. “No no no no no! Look out!”

You were going to crash.

Hearing you and the heavy steps that came with it, the person turned upward just to see you right above her head. “Holy-…!”

“Ugg!” You end up crashing into that person before could finish her sentence. With a thud and the sound of glass shattering, pain instantly registering to your head, your hand immediately when for where it hurt the most. “Ooowww! Anywhere, but the head…” But you also felt a little lighter for some reason.

Sitting on the floor right next to you, there was a similar response from the person you just crashed into, also holding onto her head. “Why would anyone run in the hallways?! Owowowow!”

Your head was ringing like crazy when you heard a tiny voice beside the woman’s leg. Pointing one of it’s little arms upwards towards the person’s head, it was a cute little fairy. You seen fairies before, but have yet to interact with one. This little one had a very serious expression on his face.

“Riri! Riri!”

“Not now Sam…ugg…it hurts…but no need for damage control…”

“Ri!”

You have no idea what they were saying, but before you realize the whole floor was crawling with the little critters.

Seeing some were making signs and others lining out a perimeter surrounding the two of you who had just crashed into each other, it was like looking at a mini construction site. Near the center of all of that, you see a different fairy in an officer’s uniform walking up to one with a sailor’s hat. Having stood back up, you could see that the poor guy fell flat on his face. “Ayo…ayoyo…”

With a much deeper voice, the officer fairy said, “Ririri! Ri! Ririririri!” Only to point at the confused you, who was still dealing with a massive head pain.

“Riri!” He looked really mad.

Unexpectedly, a similarly pitched voice came from your shoulder. “Ayoyo! Ayo! Ayoyoyo!”

You-

[ ] A.) Let things pan out. (You head still hurts, you don’t understand what any of those little fairies are trying to say.)
[ ] B.) Talk with the woman you just crashed into. (Wait, did she just talk with one of those fairies just a moment ago?)
[ ] C.) Write-in

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[x] B.) Talk with the woman you just crashed into. (Wait, did she just talk with one of those fairies just a moment ago?)

“You…are a ship girl…”

Still rubbing the spot where you ‘crashed’ into her, she quietly looked up from the fairy she called Sam to you. “Yeah…I thought that would be obvious…” She winced. “Owowow…so that’s what it feels like to hit the bow of an Iowa-class…”

“Eh?” With that response, she pointed one of her finger at your left shoulder.

While you were taken aback by the fact one of the fairies on the ground were shouting at ‘you’, you realized why your body were weighed down. Normally, you would have jumped given the sudden appearance of another fairy sitting on top of your left shoulder, but it felt perfectly natural seeing the little one there, having worked with a few of them back in Yokosuka. With minds of their own, you never know what the little fairy would think about.

“Actually…shouldn’t you be saying something?” Looking back, the fairies placed an ice-pack on the woman’s head. “Ah…that’s extremely comforting…”

With the throbbing on your own head, you knew what she was implying. You did crash into the poor girl without much warning. “Ahhhh…! Right…I'm sorry…” Having just escaped from on embarrassing moment, you couldn’t believe you ran into another one.

Seeing your expression, she sighed, waving her hands. “It’s okay. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I should have been a little more aware of my surroundings.” It was not long before she noticed your formal attire. Finger on her chin, she was beginning to inspect you, irrelevant to the fact that one of ‘her fairies’ were still hammering away at the fairy on your shoulder. “I thought you were a ship girl too at first, but...are you the new military attaché?”

Turning your head along with her head movement, you nervously answered. “Y-Yes...you could say that…”

“Ari.” Without her reacting to it, several fairies were replacing the ice pack with some strange yellow substance before slapping a large band aid over her forehead and reporting to the fairy who was still standing beside the woman. Beginning to stand up herself, she patted any dust from her uniform before lending you a hand.

“Ari?” Accepting her offer, she pulled you up from the floor.

Returning a smile, the woman replied. “You can call me Ari.” You’ve just noticed, but her height was pretty close to your own. Unlike the other two ship girls you were with, Yamato and Iowa, you don’t have to look up to speak with Ari.

Having spoken to so casually, you end up mirroring her, giving her just your first name. “Yuuna…I’m Yuuna.”

“Yuuna? Yuuna…” Repeating your name several times out loud, Ari continued. “What a pretty name!” As if nothing had happened, she was happily shaking your hands despite that unnecessarily large band aid attached to her head. You were quite amused by what the fairies have done for Ari’s ‘temporary repairs’. “Oh…the little ones placed a band aid on…” Having touched the band aid and seeing her hand all oily, she quickly threw it at the ground, much like a gag. “Don’t just rub butter on my head!”

Seeing Ari trying to get the oily substance off of her head, the tension you had before mostly lifted as you covered your mouth. You couldn’t help but laughed.

You-

[ ] A.) Ask what she was doing here inside the STEC facility.
[ ] B.) Help Ari with her butter situation.
[ ] C.) Write-in

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[x] C.) Offer Ari a handkerchief, then ask her what she's doing inside the facility.

With the young woman leaning forward to avoid getting butter dripped over her clothing, Ari bent forward while trying to wipe off what remains of the buttery patch on her head. Digging into your pockets, you took out a patterned handkerchief and offered it to the ship girl. “Here.”  Eye-opened while peering up toward you, she made a remark about the handkerchief. “Wow, what a pretty handkerchief! You sure, I could just use it?”

You shook your head. “It’s fine, it can be washed anyways.”

“Thanks.”

“Ayo. Ayo-ayo.” Perched on your left shoulder, the fairy seems to be chatting with Ari. A part of you, however, wished you understood what they were saying.

Having wiped away most of the butter off her forehead, Ari folded it so that the buttery side is on the inside. “Oh, don’t be silly. Pennsy always tell me to be warier of my surroundings…I really should take that to heart.”

“Ayoyo.”

Looking at Ari, you asked, “so what did she say?”

“Hm…? Oh, she was just apologizing for not stopping on time.”

“Stopping…” From what it was saying, you’re being treated like a ship. Remembering the other fairy that fell from your body, you looked downward only to find her looking exhausted. Bending down, the ship girl scoop up the other fairy that had fallen down from you. After being grilled by what seems to be one of Ari’s fairies, it looked relieved not having to deal with it any longer. “By the way, how did you two end with me?”

Scratching herself on her tiny head, the little fairy pointed upstairs. “Ayoyo, ayo.” Looking back at the fairy on your shoulder, she nodded her head. “Ayo.”

“She said when you went crazy. Did something happened-?”

“N-nothing…it was nothing.” From how you replied, it wasn’t very convincing at all. But Ari went on with it.

“Okay.”

Changing topic, you asked her back. “What were you doing here Ari?”

“Who me? Well, I was…” Ari looked at her hands, before looking around her. “I was…” Her voice had gotten very quiet.

“Ari?”

In her stead, you heard another voice from around the hallway. “Trying to take my spare work lamp to the training grounds.” With a wrench in hand, a woman leaned against the corner of the hallway you and Ari was in. Compared to the ship girl you’ve just met, there was a lot less clothing on her with only a jacket covering her upper body. Coming over to the two of you, she lightly tapping the wrench on Ari’s head. She pointed a finger at the floor, you could see a swarm of fairies gathering shards of broken glass next to a lamp.

“Ugh…Narwhal…” Ari replied.

“Dang it, Ari. Don’t you remember what the commander had said about all of this?” The woman answered.

Pouting, Ari crossed her arms. “Hmph…he doesn’t know anything about me…”

You-

[ ] A.) Let their conversation continue (Are they talking about Nate?)
[ ] B.) Interrupt them (Uh…excuse me? Who is she?)
[ ] C.) Write-in

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Edited by Neo at 2017-3-14 00:28

[x] A.) Let their conversation continue (Are they talking about Nate?)

Sighing, the newly arrived ship girl placed a hand on her forehead. Shaking her head, she commented on Ari’s behavior. “I’ve only arrived in this base for a couple of months, but the commander’s right. You really are like an open book.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Ari rebuked, feigning ignorance.

“Oh really…?”

“…”

Listing several adjectives, both you and Narwhal were able to see the varying responses and expressions show on Ari’s face. “Short…”

“Wha-?!” A shock to her subconscious, Ari tried to straighten her posture, attempting to make herself as tall as she could. “I’m average height!”

“Air-headed…”

“It’s called being deep in thought! It’s pretty normal for someone who constantly have to think about the well-being of others when there are monsters, right?!”

“Klutz…”

“Hey, it’s not everyday that somebody happen to fly over you Narwhal!”

“Rrrrright…tell that to the commander the next time you fly over him.”

“He was the one that crashed into me!”

Seeing a faint grin beginning to appear on Narwhal’s mouth, she seems quite satisfied being able to poke fun at Ari. A little payback for breaking her stuff you’ve guessed, but Narwhal doesn’t seem to interested in you one bit, having just talked to the ‘mildly annoyed’ ship girl the entire time. “Well, I was planning to lecture you here, but on second thought, I have more pressing matters at the moment.” Looking at some of the fairies who had finished cleaning up the area, Narwhal spoke to them. “Let’s go girls, we need to finish working on that generator. You guys don't have to grab that lamp. It’s not like we need it anymore now that our battleship broke it.”

Leaving as soon as she arrived, the ship girl quickly left with some of the fairies, leaving you two alone with the remainder of your’s and Ari’s fairies in the corridor. “…That sub…”

You were really hoping they would talk more about the American captain, but it turned out to a grilling of Ari instead. Thinking about it however, Narwhal did say something peculiar before going away.

“Wait…battleship?” You thought to yourself while looking in the direction Narwhal went. You glanced over at one of your two fairies sitting on your shoulders, you pointed at yourself. Like she knew what you were going to ask, the fairy was quick to shake her head. Watching over the fairy on your other shoulder, the other fairy that was with you pointed at the irritated Ari who had just began to vent off her frustration.

“Eh?!” With the urge of wanting to blurt what went through your head, you stopped it by covered your mouth. “But she’s so small!” While that’s an exaggeration, since she’s around the same height and size you are, but compared to the other ship girl you know who are battleships, Ari is by far the smallest.

Noticing your strange behavior, Ari, who seems a lot less irritated now, eyed at you puzzlingly. “Yuuna?”

Having spaced out, you jumped. “Y-Yes?”

“Is something the matter?”

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