Harry Potter & the Shipgirls

[darthcourt10]

Harry Leferts

Walking along with her boots hitting concrete less than a year old, Jin scratched her chin as she looked around the buildings, "So... this is the 'Industrial Park' for the community?"

Lightly blushing as she looked at the buildings, which were not much larger than a the garage that one would find in a car lot, Shiromizu nodded, "Hai, Senpai." With a gesture, she shrugged a little, "This used to be where the old smelter was for the mines. The soil was contaminated some, but... we're working on that."

Glancing at a pond filled with lilies which she knew would be harvested since their roots would contain contaminates, the undead Mizuchi simply shrugged, "Not saying anything bad about it, Shiro. Honestly? Not really all that bad when you get it all done and over with. And at least you're using the land for something." Turning her head, Jin noted the hills between the area and the mountain, likely slag heaps if the fact that they were being slowly excavated said anything, "So... I remember mention of a velomobile factory here?"

With a nod, Shiromizu pointed towards one building, "Right there as a matter of fact, but it's not the only thing that we have here." Reaching one of the larger buildings, which looked more like a hanger, she looked over her shoulder, "This should interest you, Senpai."

Quickly, the younger Mizuchi tapped in a code before the door unlocked and she opened it with Jin following. The inside was obviously much larger than the outside which made the undead dragon nod, "Space expansion charms, huh? Neat."

Finger below a switch, the younger Mizuchi smiled, "Hai... but that is not what is here." Flicking the switch, she grinned a bit, "And she said... Let there be light!"

Blinking a bit from the bright lights, Jin grumbled slightly, "Seriously, Shiro? I mean, seriously..."

However, she trailed off as she got a good look around her. Not because the room was the size of an aircraft hanger. That was to be expected really when magic was involved. No, it was what was inside the hanger: Vehicles.

Dozens of WWII era IJA vehicles.

Just staring a little, Jin blinked before turning to a smirking Shiromizu, "What the shit?"

Amused at the reaction, Shiromizu began walking forward, "Well... you know about the Reserves, right, Senpai? And what the government is going to do?"

Frowning and glancing at her, the older Mizuchi nodded, "Of course I do, the JNHRO is in with the planning." With a glance around, she noted that none of them were armed vehicles and a large number were half-tracks, "They're going to be using these, aren't they? I can imagine the half-tracks being useful because a lot of reserves have fuck all for roads."

Just nodding as she looked around, Shiromizu nodded, "Hai, some of these will be going to museums, of course. But... others are going to be modified to be used for infrastructure work in the Reserves." She pointed at one which looked like someone took a tank and fitted a triangular blade to the front, "Like the Ho-K Lumberjack vehicle there. They enchanted the edges of the prow with cutting spells to improve the ability to cut down areas of forests. From what they told me, it could cut a path to the most of the Reserves in a matter of hours, especially with some wizards levitating the trunks and cut trees out of the way."

Only shaking her head, Jin frowned as she looked around, "Okay, yeah, makes sense. Less questions about the government buying up and moving vehicles. But where the fuck did you get all these from? I know most of these were destroyed at the end of the war."

Scratching her cheek, the younger of the two frowned, "Well... apparently the magical government placed caches of war material all over Japan in hiding. Not just guns, but also vehicles. From what I heard, they were for use for when the Americans invaded the Home Islands. When Japan surrendered, well... they were just left in place as MACUSA and other magical governments couldn't care much about them. They were No-Maj stuff after all, so..."

As if in pain, Jin pinched her nose, "So in other words, they were just forgotten about or left there because someone thought that if WWIII broke out, they could use them. Until the Abyssals came and the Yokai Militia pulled what they could from storage. That about right, Shiro?" When she nodded, the undead Mizuchi groaned, "Fucking great. How many of these are there?"

In reply, Shiromizu shrugged while frowning, "No one is really sure, Senpai. We only know about the ones that we do from Yokai who remember where they were at. Others..."

Tilting her head back, the older of the two Mizuchi let out a sigh made of poisonous steam, "Just fucking great. We got masses of war material laying around and no one knows where the fuck they are..."

Unsure, Shiromizu coughed and looked back at the floor, "At least we can use the ones we recover to help out the Reserves through construction? There's quite a bit and a number of Yokai remember how to operate and fix them after all. I know that the government likes the idea anyways."

Arms crossed, Jin gave a snort, "Because of fucking course they do. It's practically free for them after all and they get a bunch of old shit that operates effectively for what is pennies." Scratching her chin, she glanced around, "Still, puts some of your people into work, I guess..."

Much to her surprise though, a smirk crossed her Kohai's face, "Yes, and perhaps some more, Senpai. After all, this was not the only reason why I brought you here..."

Intrigued, Jin raised an eyebrow, "Really? Go on..." A few minutes later, Jin had her jaw dropped and was staring in awe at what was in front of her, "Oh... my fucking... God, Shiro. Are... are these really..." Reaching out, she was about to touch the metal before pausing and pulling back slightly, "I..."

Leaning up against her, Shiromizu giggled a bit, "Go ahead, Senpai, you know that you want to... that you really, really want to run your hands all over it, tracing every curve..."

For a moment, the older Mizuchi paused before turning her head, "The fuck, Shiro? That sounded..."

Completely innocent expression on her face, Shiromizu looked away, "What do you mean, Senpai? I just learned to explain and such from you after all~"

Slowly, Jin blinked and rolled her eyes, "Right." Turning back, she proceeded to run her hands over the fuel tank of the motorcycle in front of her, "Still... these are fucking Rikuo motorcycles. Ones with side cars and ones without. Holy Jesus Christ, Shiro! These are fucking amazing! They're basically Harley Davidsons from the 1930s built in Japan and with a few modifications! And you have to have at least three dozen here! And in mint fucking condition!"

Bemused, Shiromizu gave her a smirk, "So you like?" At the look she got, she giggled some before shrugging, "Well? Do you want one?"

Jin's head whipped around that Shiromizu winced at the sound of it literally snapping. For several moments, neither of the two moved before there was a crunch sound as the older of the two fixed her neck up before giving her a grunt, "Look, if that is some kind of joke..."

Eyebrow raising, the younger of the two frowned, "Do you think that I would do that to you, Senpai?"

Neither said anything for several moments, just looking at each other. Finally, though, Jin ran her fingers through her hair before giving an explosive sigh, "Are you sure about this, Shiro? I mean, each of these has to be worth... I don't know, at least a quarter of a million, American?"

Extremely amused, Shiromizu snickered a bit, which drew a look from the other Mizuchi, "There about, Senpai... at least." She gestured with one hand, "Once they're restored, we're going to be selling some. Kind of like we're doing with those cars over there."

With a blink, Jin raised an eyebrow before frowning, "Wait... are those Toyota AA? Multiple ones?!"

Only nodding, the younger of the two hummed, "Hai, they are." Scratching her chin, she snorted, "You do not want to know how much Toyota is paying us for one." That got a wince from Jin, but Shiromizu turned back to the motorcycles, "If you want, though, you can get two. One with and one without the sidecars. Complete with all the spare parts needed."

Chewing her lip, Jin took a few minutes before taking a deep breath, "I'll, uh, think about it."

A smirk on her face, Shiromizu nodded, "Not a problem, Senpai."

Softly snorting, the undead Mizuchi turned towards Shiromizu with a slight frown, "Just wondering, but what about the kid? Harry, I mean, you going to save one of these for him?"

However, Shiromizu shook her head, "Not really, Harry has a number of his own, one was what Tsukiakari was driving after all."

That made Jin pause in thought before she blinked, 'Wait, what?'

Meanwhile, the less experienced Mizuchi continued, "And he's got more variety, though..." Pausing for a moment, Shiromizu had a thoughtful look on her face, "Harry did mention that he was giving one of the WWII German motorcycles with a side car to Hanna for a birthday/launchday present. And maybe another one of the German motorcycles to someone named Ehren as a gift since their families were old friends."

Confused somewhat, Jin frowned a little, "Okay..." Then, shaking her head, she turned towards Shiromizu, "So, what else did you have to show me?"

Fifteen minutes later found her standing in a warehouse close to the railroad tracks with one track entering the building. Obviously, it was to care for the actual train for repairs and such to get it out of the weather and elements as needed. There was even enough room for a number of the cabins.

But what caused her to raise an eyebrow was the sight of a blue coloured train engine that sat off to one side, "Okay, Shiro? Is that a second train?"

With a happy hum, Shiromizu walked over to it, "Hai, it is, Senpai. This one was just built this year, however."

Jin blinked at that and raised an eyebrow still further, "It was just built this year? Seriously?" At the nod, she frowned, "Isn't it a steam locomotive?"

Only nodding, Shiromizu smiled, "Hai, it is as a matter of fact. But... we have a few locomotive aficionados and they built it to an old design but with some modern technology added and using commercially available parts rather than make it all by hand. Instead of coal, it uses fuel oil for instance." Gently patting it, she gave a nod, "We're going to run it from the station here to the nearest national one so people can travel back and forth via train. Supposedly it will give the trip a bit more of a wonder bent and even have some train cars for it." The Mizuchi shrugged a little bit, "They'll have slightly expanded insides and cushioning charms."

Considering that, her Senpai tilted her head in thought, "Hmm... won't that be a bit of an issue? You'll have to build the tracks the whole way to the nearest train station."

Much to her surprise, Shiromizu shook her head, "We've checked and the old rail bed is still there almost the entire way. And what damage there was due to decades of not being used we repaired... all that is needed is the track and the last bit, which the government doesn't mind helping with."

Slowly, Jin nodded as she considered that and the train in front of her in deep thought.
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Leaning back in the train chair, Boku smirked a bit as he looked over at his fellow male pilots before rolling his eyes, "Come on, Kudzu, relax a little."

Only raising an eyebrow, Kudzu frowned a little, "I am relaxing, Boku." Crossing his arms, he shook his head with a sigh, "What worries me, however, is that you chose this."

Blinking for a moment, the other pilot frowned, "Hey, wait a moment!" Boku then pointed his finger at his friend, "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Kudzu?!'

In return, said pilot only gave him a look, "You know what it is supposed to mean, Boku." Shifting a bit, Kudzu snorted, "How many times do we get into trouble? How many?"

Kero raised a finger to give the point and shrugs, "He does have a point, Boku. You know your reputation."

Facepalming, Boku groaned a little bit, "Not you too." At the snorts from each of the other three male pilots, he grunted a little, "Look, it's nothing bad at all, just something that I picked up from a brochure at the main festival. And it is in one of the smaller villages as well, so nothing will happen."

Just giving him a look, Taikomachi sighed, "And there we go, he just had to taunt Murphy." Poking his fellow pilot, he muttered a bit, "When something happens because of that, and it will, I am blaming you for it."

Upon hearing that, the other pilots gave a nod of agreement, which made Boku scowl, "You all fucking suck."

Not long after, they left the train and entered a small village. Looking around, Kudzu raised an eyebrow, "What is this place anyways?"

Brochure open in front of him, Boku frowned a bit as he noticed a few cats, "It's one of the abandoned villages around the mountain. Apparently closed down back in the 1980s or so... Well, that is what everyone thought outside of the mountain. It's inhabited almost entirely by cat Yokai now, especially Nekomata. According to the booklet I read though, there's a Kyuubi who also lives here and looks after the various cats."

Eyebrow raised, Taikomachi blinked at that, "Seriously?"

Looking over Boku's shoulder, Kero nodded, "Hai, it says so right there actually. Huh..."

With a glance at him, Kudzu frowned, "What?"

Just waving his hand in the air, Kero shrugged, "Kyuubi, nine tailed Kitsune. You know that one we met at the beach party? Hoshi-San? Not to mention Chiyo-San?" At their nods, he continued as they froze, "Well, want to bet that she's hot as hell?"

For a few moments, no one did anything. Then, reaching up, Taikomachi smacked him upside the head, "Stop that."

Grumbling, the pilot in question rubbed the back of his head, "Just saying..."

Meanwhile, Boku gave a shrug, "Anyways... apparently she took in the various cats to protect them from Kuroshi's predations and such. And when she was killed, they simply took over and fixed up the village. They see her as a mother." Pausing for a moment, he frowned in thought, "Does that make her a MILF-OW!"

Taikomachi pulled back his hand with a sigh, "I swear you two..." Just a few moments later, he gave Boku a look with the other three, "A cafe... are you shitting me."

A grin on his face, Boku laughed, "Trust me guys, this will be great." Walking inside, he hummed some as he was followed by the other three, only to freeze alongside them, "Whoa..."

Due to, mainly, the fact there were a number of waitresses who were all cat girls.

Some were in maid outfits, others in Chinese style dresses, one or two were even in schoolgirl uniforms. Under his breath, Kudzu muttered a bit, "Fucking hell... the Otaku are going to go fucking nuts here, I just know it."

Bouncing up to them, one Nekomata with purple hair and a Chinese dress grinned, "Nyaho~ Welcome to the Mountain Cat Cafe! I'm Biyori! Would you like to be seated?"

Scratching the back of his neck as he tried not to look at anything below the neck, especially not her legs which were on full display... 'Though they are really nice, she must work out and-' Giving himself a mental slap, Taikomachi smiled, "Sure, if you don't mind."

Out of the corner of his mind though, he noted that one or two catboys were walking around as well.

It was then though that he noticed that everyone had gone quiet and several of the female Nekomata were looking at his uniform. Clearing her throat, Biyori gave him a look that for some reason sent a shiver down his back, "That... uniform, that is the JASDF uniform, is it not?"

Unsure, Kero looked at his friends, "Hai? I mean, we are pilots after all?"

At that, one of the other female Nekomata sided up to him, "Pilots you say... not the Abyss Divers?"

Blinking, Boku grinned a bit, "That's us, alright." Right then, he felt something primal, a feeling of danger, "Er..."

That feeling was not just him, either as the other three pilots could feel it as well. As if there was a great danger, like they were mice who had stumbled into a warehouse filled with very hungry cats. It was not helped by how all the cats had these odd grins on their faces and her narrowed their eyes. Kudzu noticed that some of them had their tails twitching as well for some reason, which made him very, very nervous indeed, "Ah-heh... h-hey, I'm just going to go outside and give a quick text, right guys?"

However, before he could get far, one of the Nekomata in a maid outfit grasped his arm and gave him a grin, "But Master? Don't you wish for a drink first? I am willing to serve a hero who helped defeat Kuroshi's Monster by myself..." One clawed finger trailing along his shirt, she looked up at him, "However you might wish~"

Laughing a little unsure, Kudzu glanced around and took another step, "W-well, I'll be right back and-"

Right then, he bumped into something and looked behind him to find a blonde Kitsune smiling at him, "Now, now, perhaps you should partake of our hospitality first..." Biting her finger, she gave him a look up and down, "Mmm?"

Up on the top of the mountain, Gyaru blinked and looked up from where she was watching some Tengu duel in the air, "Hey, Ai? You feel like the guys did something that put them in trouble, somehow?"

Tired expression on her face, Ai gave her a look, "Ever since they went off by themselves, yes."

For several moments, the two women considered that, the kind of thing that usually happened, and then shrugged, "Not our problem."

With that, they turned back to the show being put on by the Tengu, even as Asuka cheered.

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

The Potter Went Down To Georgia

Castle Moulbaix

July 1st, 2018

Tony nodded to the well-dressed mature couple who were seated at the front of the ballroom in Moulbaix. Judging from their blond hair, old-fashioned formal clothes, and resemblance to Draco and Nimue, these must be the Malfoy parents. He then felt a tug on his sleeve.

Turning, he looked at Ehren who gave him a small mischievous smile. "You can sight read music and play it, ja?" she spoke in an undertone.

"Of course," he replied with a confident smile of his own, "did you have something you wished for me to play?"

Ehren's smile widened fractionally, "ja, I do. If you do not mind helping us play the solo violin of the first piece in the show that Claire, Nimue, and I have planned."

Tony grinned and spoke confidently, "just show me the notes, Ehren."

"Sehr Gut. After this, your path to giving my sister a ring will be clear." Ehren said to herself as she followed Tony inside.

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Claire did not fidget nervously, but shuffled her feet a bit as she turned to the mirror in her room for one more check of her looks after she transfigured the special outfit that she would be wearing back to her normal Stahlhexe outfit. Wouldn't do to spoil the surprise.

The 20 year old young rock musician in the mirror gave her a look back.

Black leather motorcycle jacket open at the front with real wolf-fur on the collar thanks to her Big Shaggy Puppy Friends? Check.

Stahlhexe crop-top T-shirt showing a blond witch casting a spell in front of a steel-gray Iron Cross while exposing her toned stomach? Check.

Tight basilisk-skin jeans that hugged and accentuated her legs? Check.

Black leather fifteen-centimeter heeled shoes? Check.

Silver musical sixteenth note and grand piano charm bracelet, matching silver G-clef musical note necklace, and her silver grand piano earrings (all birthday gifts from Best Little Dagger Sister and Best Cousins)? Check.

Makeup and lipstick prepared? Check.

So why was she so nervous?

It was almost like stage fright, but she didn't get stage fright!

She was just going to make it clear to Tony and their audience how much she loved him!

She was sure that the Malfoy Cousins and Her Fellow Musicians and Mother would join Best Little Dagger Sister and Wolf-Mother in approving of Best Violin Boyfriend...

OH.

With that insight, she looked over at the impressionistic painting of a music salon from the 1880s where it hung on the wall of her room.
Spoiler: Claire's Painting

In the painting, the dark-haired and dark eyed figure of Lyra Potter looked up from the piece that she had been idly playing. The spirit of the notorious witch, author, and libertine gave her a warm smile. "Nerves, Claire?"

Claire nodded, "Yes, Aunt Lyra."

Lyra smiled reassuringly and spoke gently, "that's normal. I got them too before I took the plunge with any of my conquests, and I was unable to sleep the night after I submitted a manuscript for publication. I know you, just like Colombe, have the courage and strength to perform perfectly in the crisis when the moment demands it."

Claire lit up with a happy smile. "And then once Mother agrees to his pursuit of me and Tony gets me a ring to make us an Official Couple, he can bend me over my bench and take me while I play Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier to serenade us!"
Spoiler: Naughty Pianos Play Bach Fuges!

Her smile grew far more smug and filled with a certain hungry eager anticipation.

In that moment, Tony (or any other young man) would have started looking for the exits instinctively at the sight of the alpha predator locked on them, while Colombe would have wondered exactly when Lyra's spirit possessed her middle child.

Lyra nodded along with a matching perverted smile, "Exactly like my piano teacher was doing to me when Father walked in on me 'taking special lessons' from him. Pity, although that was the reason I got packed off to Ian, so I cannot complain too much. Save that Mr. Leroux didn't finish the job on me at the time."

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen to me when the time comes." Claire said as she nodded resolutely and turned to go.

"Do that. I'll see you in the Ballroom, dear. Knock him dead, then St. George his brains out for me." Lyra said as she gave the piano a thumbs up, which Claire returned before leaving her room.

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Colombe raised an eyebrow as Lyra's image appeared in her magically enchanted copy of Fragonard's The Swing where it hung in her ballroom. The young man, young lady in the swing, and servant pushing her all took one look at the image of her old lover walking into the rococo scene and fled the scene rapidly.

Colombe could not blame them one bit, since she knew what That Look and That Smile on Lyra's face portended.

Colombe just hoped that Lyra would not make too much of a scene in front of the guests.

This time.

For once.

Lyra sat herself down in the swing and began to hum as she swung back and forth.

With that silent prayer Colombe looked around the room. Lucius and Narcissa were sitting in comfortable chairs as Kasuyu served them and Draco a selection from her brandy cellar. To-chan was of course cuddled up next to her, while Miho Fujii relaxed in a woven silk hammock. The children were elsewhere under supervision.

Wait, where was Tony?

With that the lights dimmed and then came up with the instruments and band of Stahlhexe visible in front of her. Colombe gasped as she saw Tony dressed in workman's clothes sitting on a 'stump' (actually an illusion-shrouded piano bench) with his true body in his hands.

Claire was nowhere to be seen.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.
Spoiler: The Potter Went Down To Georgia

Johnston gave four powerful drumbeats and Tony began to play a solo violin piece as Ehren raised the microphone to her lips from where she sat at the keyboard where Claire normally was.

The Devil went down to Georgia. She was lookin' for a soul to steal.
She was in a bind 'cause she was way behind. She was willing to make a deal
When she came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the Devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."

With that Claire strutted out seductively in a sinfully low cut sleeveless flame-red vinyl painted-on microdress and six-inch polished black leather high heel sandalss complete with small illusionary horns and a cute red 'devil tail' behind her.
Spoiler: Claire's Outfit

Colombe's eyes bulged in shock as she stared. Wordless incoherent sounds came out of her mouth as it opened and closed like a beached fish.

This wasn't happening.

SHE HAD RAISED CLAIRE BETTER THAN THIS!

Memories of Papa's laughter when she had met his spirit made her realize that his curse to her teenage self 'I hope that you have children one day as much trouble as you are for me' was in full effect upon her.

Tony nearly dropped his bow as he stared at his girlfriend with naked shock on his face. The obvious fact that he was unaware of what was planned was the only thing that saved his life as Colombe resolved to HAVE WORDS with her daughter at the earliest opportunity.

"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil her due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."

Claire purred the words as she stared into Tony's eyes and licked her ruby-red lips. She snapped her fingers and an illusory golden violin with the body shaped like a Grand Piano formed in her hands as Miho cast a spell.

The boy said, "My name's Tony, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet; and you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Tony gave her a matching challenging stare as their lips curled in mutual smug smiles of anticipation as the band pounded into the chorus of the piece. Tony then raised his violin as Claire did the same and they played a 'duet'.

Colombe swayed as Toku held onto her for support.

She just knew it was far, FAR too late to do anything to stop the impending train wreck.

Tony, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.

The violin notes flew between them as illusionary 'demon' horns formed on the heads of the other members of Stahlhexe.

Lyra clapped and gave a soundless wolf whistle at the show. Toku smiled happily. Colombe moaned and then a smug smile flickered around her lips at the poleaxed violin's expression. Even though she would have words with Claire about her choice in husbands, her little girl had hooked, landed, cleaned, and filleted this fish.

The Devil opened up her case and she said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from her fingertips as she rosined up her bow.
And she pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.

The band swung into an ominous and powerful rock music piece as Claire strutted closer while 'playing' her violin while the lights dimmed and grew sooty red.

When the Devil finished, Tony said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

Claire plopped into the offered chair and then eyed him hungrily as he played his heart out for her.

"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

Colombe resolved that the only thing that could be done to salvage this situation was to insure that the bride did not go to the altar in the family way and plan on grandchildren nine months after the ceremony.

She saw the steel in her middle daughter's spine and knew that this was an argument that she would surely lose since Claire was as stubborn as she was.

The Devil bowed her head because she knew that she'd been beat.
And she laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Tony's feet.
Tony said, "Claire, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
'Cause I've told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been."

Claire laid the piano-shaped fiddle at Tony's feet then swept him up into a passionate kiss and embrace that he returned before he finished the song with a flourish as she hugged him from behind.

And he played:
"Fire on the Mountain." Run, boys, run!
The Devil's in the house of the rising sun;
Chicken's in the bread pan picking out dough.
Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no.

As the piece ended, Claire whispered to Tony who nodded and then walked off the stage. The violin took one look at the emotions visible on Colombe's face and hastily decided to sit with the Malfoys between himself and Claire's mother.

Ehren handed Claire a microphone then picked up a saxophone from the case next to the rack of keyboards. The piano smiled to her sister (producing dark mutters from Mother as a certain du Chasteler determined that there was a nefarious conspiracy afoot in her castle) and then spoke into the anticipatory silence. Behind the rest of the audience Lyra mouthed 'You go, girl!"

"Since Tony was kind enough to win my heart and my fiddle, I shall now serenade him with a piece about me." Claire said with a joy-filled expression on her face,
Spoiler: Butterknife to the Bone

With that Claire began to sing and dance for Tony. Her friends, cousin, and sister backed her as she writhed in time to the rock music while her husband-to-be stared at the vision of beauty presented.

On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

A.N.-And here's what all you Claire/Tony shipbuilders have been waiting for. Mr. Potter's giving her a ring as soon as he physically can. The next time you see Claire/Tony, she will have this on her finger:
Spoiler: Claire's Engagement and Wedding Ring

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

Bats and Cannons (II)

6 July 2014

Victory Ground, Chudley, Central Devon, England

With a 'pop' of displaced air, a trio of figures appeared on top of a grassy hill on the village outskirts. They staggered and wobbled in the normal aftereffects of Portkey travel.

Ehren du Chasteler looked around sharply as her stomach and inner ear finally joined her as she recovered. Her pale blonde eyebrows raised as she saw several dozen clumps of black and red tents in the fields below them. "Is that normal, Ronald?" she asked.

Ron sighed as he handed the empty bottle of Guinness that had been enchanted as their Portkey to Jean Bart. "Please stow that in your hold? It will recharge in a hour and we can use it to return home then." The redheaded wizard turned to the dagger spirit. "Oh yes, it is never fun, but I can't fly a broom openly outside of school since I am still underage for practicing magic and I do not have my Apparition License yet. Since I don't know any of the Floo addresses for here, I had to buy a Portkey ticket for the match."

Ehren nodded thoughtfully as they began to walk down the hill toward the tents. "I see. This is the first time that I have traveled via magical mechanisms. They seem to cost in nausea and vertigo what they make up for in convenience."

Ron made a sound of agreement as Jean Bart took his hand. "It certainly seems that way. Anyway, the stadium is on the other side of the village, so we can either go around where all the fans who came down early and set up shop with the tents are, or cut through the middle." He paused. "I have been here once before for a match."

"Oh?" the girls asked in chorus, coughed in embarrassment, then Ehren nodded to Jean Bart to proceed. The brunette battleship looked at Ron. "What was it like?"

Ron smiled in memory. "My father was working for the regional office out here in Devonshire; he hadn't been promoted to his current post yet. Anyway, he won a pair of tickets to the Cannons match in an office raffle so he took me for my fifth birthday." The smile grew warmer and more fond. "It was one of the best days of my life. Just us two. No Charlie, no Percy, no Fred and George, no Bill. I didn't even care that the Cannons lost badly; well not too much. He told me as we walked out 'other people may have called those two tickets a booby prize in the lottery, but it's not what life gives you, but what you make of it, Ron'. He was right, you know."

Jean Bart smiled and nodded, her eyes suspiciously shiny as she murmured. "Pour obtenir ce que nous voulons, nous devons accepter certaines choses dont nous ne voulons pas. Pas de rose sans épine."

Ehren translated the French proverb for Ron with a small smile on her face. "'To get what we want, we must accept some things we don't want. No rose without a thorn'. I have found that truth in my life to date as well. 'One who gains strength by overcoming obstacles possesses the only strength which can overcome adversity', to quote Albert Schweitzer."

Ron nodded thoughtfully, reflecting on the path he had led to this moment, these friendships, the group of friends who had gathered around him, and what they meant to him. "Yeah. Yeah. Life's like that."

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On the other side of the village, Ehren gave a shocked look at the two dozen orange towers in a circle now visible in the woodlot that they were heading toward through the swarm of tents. "That is the stadium, Ron?"

Ron nodded as they approached a vendor selling Butterbeer. A magical image of a fruitbat fluttered overhead singing 'how Barny was batty for Butterbeer' and a crowd of wizards and witches in black and red robes with Irish accents surrounded the stand. "It is...and I see the visitors brought their own drink salesmen. Barny's Butterbeer sponsors the Ballycastle Bats and they have all kinds of money rolling in. Unlike us Cannons."

Ehren squeezed his shoulder gently. "Money can't buy the important things, Ron. Family. Friendships. Honor."

"Omnioculars! Get your Omnioculars, only ten Galleons! Don't miss a second of the action!" A cry rang out and they noticed a second vendor's stall along the path that they were taking.

Ehren glanced at Ron. "What are Omnioculars, Ron?"

Ron rubbed his chin with the hand that Jean Bart had not claimed. "They are magical goggles that can zoom in and follow the action, replay and fast forward the plays and list who did what when, and even save them for later replay."

"Ausgezeichnet!" Ehren exclaimed as she lapsed into German with a satisfied nod. "Mutti gave me an allowance of magical currency, and I shall purchase a set for the event and to serve as a souvenir. Do either of you want one?"

Ron looked at Ehren. "I've enough cash for my own purchases. They'd be useful for more than sports though. Do you want a set, Jean?"

"Oui!" The battleship nodded enthusiastically with a excited smile.

After the purchase of Omnioculars for everyone, Ron explained the function of the dials and knobs on the enchanted brass binoculars while they climbed the tower to their seats.
Spoiler: Ehren's First Quidditch Match

Ehren sat between Ron and the end of the row and looked at the six hoops and streaming flags as seven players in orange capes and jerseys and seven more in black robes with scarlet bat logos flew out on brooms. She touched the record knob, and watched as names formed over the heads of each player. She panned slowly across the Chudley players, and murmured to herself. "Gordon Harton, Keeper. Balder Wyrm and Cyrus Shackleton, Beaters. Annika Grove, Aurora Black -- I wonder if she is related to Aunt Narcissa? -- and Elwin Crowe, Chasers, and Laura Periculum is the Seeker." Her gaze then tracked to the Ballycastle side and her steel-blue eyes widened at the heavily muscled twin beaters. "Angus and Cu O'Leary, Beaters. Moram MacMurry, Zelig Skeeter and Fae Bloodworth, Chasers. Vivian Wood is the Seeker, and their keeper should be.... Aha! Marcus Mulrooney."

With those words, the referee opened the case and set the Snitch loose, followed by tossing the Quaffle and releasing the Bludgers as the crowd roared. Ehren cheered wildly along with the other scattered islands of orange in a black and red sea of Ballycastle fans.

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Ehren realized that Quidditch was an incredibly fast paced and brutal sport. It was like watching the Beautiful Game of Fußball played with constant motion and changes of direction, along with precise passing. Except in midair with all that entailed.

She could almost see patterns in the chaos of fourteen players and four balls in flight back and forth and once more made a mental note to at least try out for the amateur team for whatever wizarding school that she would go to. After all, her big sister Ying had played Keeper for Horned Serpent and Aunt Delilah had been a Chaser six years for Thunderbird as students, so she had it in her steel, she supposed.

Unfortunately, the Bats were the ones doing the precise passing and vicious attacking pressure. Even as she watched their Chasers charged to score again in an arrowhead formation (the Hawkshead Attacking Formation her Omnioculars informed her).

She sighed as the score updated to 150 Ballycastle - 20 Chudley.

The two Chudley goals had been a fluke broken play when a Bludger appearing out of nowhere had collided with the Quaffle in a passing attempt by Ballycastle, knocking the ball to Aurora Black who scored on a breakaway (resulting in an impromptu Franco-Prussian victory jig in their tower as the shutout was broken) and some frenetic passing on one of the few attacks that Chudley had prosecuted successfully into the opponent's end.

Then her breath narrowed as the Ballycastle Seeker suddenly dove toward the ground from where he had been slowly circling high overhead, followed by the Chudley Seeker.

The Snitch!

If our Seeker somehow caught it, the game could yet be won!

Suddenly the Ballycastle seeker pulled up from the screaming dive and the Chudley player plowed broom-first into the dirt (Wronski Feint, her Omnioculars told her along with a flashing request if she wanted a replay), causing her to wince as Laura's ankle broke in the crash.

The horn sounded again, signifying another Ballycastle score, as the dazed Seeker staggered onto her broom. Then Ehren's vision locked on a glint of gold.

"There!" Ehren screamed and pointed.

The Chudley Seeker focused on the Snitch flying low down among the towers and took off after it.

The Ballycastle Seeker sped after her, but was too far back.

"Schnapp es dir jetzt, schnapp es dir jetzt, bitte Gott schnapp es dir jetzt!!" Ehren shrieked in German at the top of her lungs. Her fingers dug into Ron's arm as she jumped up and down in her seat.

The redhead didn't care as he locked on the chase, ignoring a save on a shot on the Ballycastle goal.

Jean Bart followed along as best she could with her jury-rigged rangefinders as Ballycastle advanced the Quaffle.

Gloved fingers closed on the Snitch and fireworks were shot off.

CHUDLEY 170 - BALLYCASTLE 160 was formed by the orange explosions in the sky.

Pandemonium reigned in the stands as Ron was hugged and kissed on the cheek by both girls as they celebrated like madmen.

Or like sports fans whose faith had been rewarded with the ending of a losing streak.

A cool drink of water at the end of a dry desolate painful desert trek for the souls who persevered and
remained true.

For victory was all the sweeter after having to drink the bitter dregs of defeat for 29 matches.

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

Bats and Cannons (III)

6 July 2014

Passel House, Hampshire, England
Spoiler: A Friendly Little Spar

Colombe du Chasteler paused in the middle of the overgrown woodlot, then idly kicked a shapeless and rotting pile of bricks with one booted foot. Behind her Duke stopped in turn and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

The French rapier shrugged. "I'm not sure, maybe some outbuilding like a charcoal burner's oven? It's too overgrown and decrepit to know now in any event. It makes for a useful reference point at least. Xath and Victoria said that if we tear this place up the better for them since it saves them the trouble, so let me throw up some wards first."

Duke nodded. "Wards?"

Colombe drew her rapier and paused. "A subset of charmwork. In the broad sense it covers things that prevent a spell, object or person from entering or leaving the warded area. For instance Passel House has Anti-Muggle Wards anchored on some key points in and around the grounds so the nonmagical neighbors will overlook what is going on inside. Also you can prohibit certain spells being used, such as my castle has Anti-Apparition Wards inside the walls that prevent my enemies just appearing by magic to attack me using one of the most common and versatile transportation spells."

"In this case, I'll be throwing up one set to discourage innocent bystanders from noticing or looking to investigate and catching a face-full of something nasty." Duke nodded as the rapier rubbed her chin with her free hand, "the other set I will be raising grounds magical energies out and also acts as a soft shield to things moving outside the warded area. Like a wall of water that slows down and weakens objects passing through. It wouldn't stop one of your main battery shells, but shrapnel when-not-if we blow apart a few trees won't penetrate."

Duke nodded along. "You said shields and mentioned that they make you bulletproof. How much can you handle?"

Colombe visibly thought for several moments. "Not your main battery certainly, I had a few shells hit near me during the Great War in the hundred-seventy to two hundred millimeter range and that was pretty bad. The less said about the three hundred millimeter Minenwerfer bombs the better. Hundred fifty and under I can handle pretty well, at least high explosive. I never had someone try to tag me with armor piercing, but have had to deflect a few cannonballs back in the 1800s. That said, I have only known two wizards who were stronger with shields than I am, specifically Andraste and Marcel Renault. One oh five to one fifties tend to make a mess out of many things if they land nearby. Wizards, dragons, giants, Grendels. That also assumes that I can spend the time and power needed to bring all my layered shielding spells up. If you shot me over the breakfast table by surprise with a rifle never mind anything heavier, I'd eat the bullet. Also volume of fire matters since the more things hit me, the faster I have to pump power into the shields to keep them from collapsing."

Duke's eyes widened. "A shell off my secondary batteries then..."

Colombe shrugged. "Pretty much, price of getting into deep trouble on a regular basis, having to get good or die, and surviving shit that should have killed me a few dozen times over. Play chess with good players long enough and you get good. That said, let me get this set up."

With that, Colombe began to chant in Latin: "Angelus primum Iovem, dicto Iao, et Michael, quem praeesset caeli regnum, ut vocant, et vos Gabriel Archangelus mittitur. Olympo, Abrasax laeta aderit, cui misericors veniet ab ortu solis visum!" As she incanted, her rapier flashed out to inscribe a circle divided by a wavy line as the blade glowed aquamarine. She pivoted to her right as the rapier blade shifted colors to dark green and she sketched a circle with a cross in it. As Duke watched with interest and her faeries took notes, Colombe did another quarter turn as the rapier shifted to orange-red and a third circle was sketched, this one with a M separating the halves of the circle. The final symbol was a golden unadorned circle. Now surrounded by the four floating symbols Colombe took a deep breath and bellowed. "FIAT!"

A invisible soundless pulse of energy radiated from Colombe like a shock-wave. Colombe then looked at the area and nodded with a smug smirk. "Shall we?"

Duke nodded and drew her sword as she shimmered and rigged up. "Let's be about it."

Colombe nodded and then gestured, forming a ball of glowing energy. "I'll toss this up. When it lands it will go out. That's our signal to begin. Best of seven hits?"

Duke nodded. "Seven hits. Touch on you or damage on my hull."

"Agreed." Colombe tossed the ball underhand.

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As the ball landed, the two spirits blurred into action. Duke's eyes widened as the Frenchwoman moved almost too fast to be seen.

Zounds!

Steel clashed on steel as her blade met the rapier's and sparks flew. She tried to use her superior strength to lock the blades but the Muramasa slithered away. As her blade disengaged, Colombe snapped out "Chakrati of Arjuna!" and flung a trio of flaming disks at Duke's face.

Duke instinctively raised her hand to shield her vulnerable bridge and optics. A split second later there was a scream of steel on steel and her damage control officer noted with a fair amount of shock that her S.2 secondary turret had a gash in it the length of the side armor plate that had opened it up like a cheap tin of biscuits.

That sneaky little Frog!

As Duke recovered, she noticed that a crimson aura was fading from Colombe's blade. "What WAS that?"

Colombe grinned as she responded. "It is a custom cutting charm based on the one that enchants my aunt Juuchi Yosamu. She can cut anyone and anything apart without distinction. Ian Potter studied her to enchant Tsukiakari, his kyo gunto, and he gave me a copy of his notes. It is temporary and weaker than Aunt Juuchi, but...." Colombe shrugged expressively.

Duke nodded thoughtfully. "How much armor can you penetrate with that spell up?"

Colombe shrugged, "Full blade length with a thrust, so 94 centimeters with a full penetration at the most. What's your belt armor?"

Duke whistled. "Fourteen point seven inches. So you could punch through my belt twice over. Probably not hit anything too vital though, since there's spacing on the other side thanks to torpedo defense in my design."

Colombe nodded thoughtfully. "If you were a hostile Abyssal, I'd probably try to channel a fire spell through my blade, or something similar then. Assuming that I did not hit anything too vital to drop her with a thrust into the heart or spine say. Or whatever the equivalent is for a spirit."

Duke grinned viciously. "I'll have to see about getting that enchantment for my sword. I have had the odd spot of swordplay against Abyssals after all." She issued orders to train out her antiaircraft armament on Colombe. "Round two then."

Colombe summoned a second ball of energy. "Round two." She heaved it up and prepared to renew the spar.

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A half hour later, a pair of figures emerged from the shattered and smoking ruins of the woodlot. Colombe was bloody and battered with several visibly bleeding wounds on her torso as she limped on a clearly injured leg. Next to her, Duke was scorched and battered in turn with a limp arm, and a massively swelling bloody black eye.

Victoria visibly sniffed as the wounded pair headed into the repair baths. She then headed to notify Angie that she had patients incoming.

Angie paused in packing tobacco into her pipe to stare at the pair of towel-clad spirits passing her post at the door to the repair bath. The drydock then lit her pipe and puffed as the two hissed in relief as they lowered themselves into the awaiting repair fluid.

"Duke. You have a meter-diameter oak tree jammed in your aft fire control radar set." Angie spoke in a tone of disbelief. "Also one of your secondary turrets got ripped wide open."

Duke blinked and focused on Angie. "Yes. She threw the tree at me. Called the spell that threw half the forest at me...what was it again?"

Colombe gasped in pleasure as her wounds began to heal as she dunked her rapier body in the repair fluid. "Shifrat Aljini al'Awal. Sword of the First Jinn is the translation. It's Arabic, hits an area with a windstorm to pick up anything not tied down to throw at someone. Learned it in 1753 or so in Damascus. It takes some time to build up, which is why I threw those illusions out as cover while I loaded it up to hammer you."

Duke nodded. "You're a sneaky and skilled opponent, Colombe. Thank you for shifting between traditions and schools of magic so I could get an idea of what mages from farther afield are capable of."

Colombe shrugged, "Keep in mind I'm a multidisciplinary dabbler. In a straight say magical martial arts fight using just Daoist Three Treasures spells, Ying or Yuying would kick my ass handily. I am a journeyman at best and they are grandmasters of their magical martial arts style. Toku regularly gives me all that I can handle and she is 'just' a specialist in Japanese Onmyouji, although she also trained specifically to take advantage of my weak points and we are learning from each other."

Duke looked a question at Colombe as her damage control faeries reported that the last of the oak tree had just been removed from the radar assembly. The blonde rapier shrugged. "Long story. Short version is the first time we met I sucker-punched her to win our initial duel and she got a prophecy that we would have another meeting. So she trained specifically to defeat me, and the rematch was a lot more closely contested." Colombe grinned. "She took me down with a massive lighning bolt that blew me into a wall. Fun fight."

Duke nodded. "Ahh. So what now?"

Colombe smirked, "Well after we stop hurting, grab some clothes and see if the sports fans are back. Then we see what is for dinner. That reminds me, what is your liquor of preference?"

Duke grinned and let her Scottish accent, caused by her birth at the shipyards in Clydebank come out. "Scotch whiskeys. Peated by preference."

Colombe chuckled, "I'll see about finding a bottle of something nice and smoky for your palate since that was a very fun spar. We will have to do that again when our duties permit."

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

Bats and Cannons (Finale)

6 July 2014

Passel House, Hampshire, England
Spoiler: Victoria's Favorite Composer

Victoria Passel hummed "God Save the Queen" to herself as she kept one eye on the pumpernickel bread that was baking and another on the young guest in the music room who was working with pen and staff paper. As she watched the piano spirit hummed a musical phrase as her pen flew across the paper in one hand as her fingers touched the keyboard playing the odd series of notes quietly.

Victoria's appearance with the score of Mr. Sullivan's ballet Victoria and Merrie England had produced a crushing hug from the dear child as part of the heartfelt and sincere thanks. Miss Claire had asked if Victoria could find some staff paper and a pen to work on a piano transcription of the offered music, which the household had of course provided for her.

One had to satisfy any reasonable request from a guest, after all. Supplies to compose music and a room to do such in was more than a reasonable request and it was not like Victoria could not see the need for musical supplies coming from a league away. At least Claire was quite a more demure and socially acceptable example of the 'creative artistic type' than Mrs. Potter in 1902, Victoria added with a small shudder as she remembered the notorious author's visit back then, since at least Claire was writing proper British music and not that kind of indecent materiel.

(For her peace of mind, Victoria was still quite unaware of the tendency for some musical pieces to stir animal passions along with the reputation for musicians to have wild behavior and 'active social lives'. Truly ignorance was bliss.)

As for the rest of the household, Angie was talking with Summer as the two tinkered in the workshop building, Lara was airing out the linens, Xath was watering the flowerbeds in her Orangery, and Brigid was alternating between humming some of the music that Miss Claire had played yesterday and chuckling as she read Bram Stoker in her room.

The Young Master, Miss Jean Bart, and Miss du Chasteler had yet to return from the sporting event that was in progress, of course. Victoria was already planning on some hot cocoa to cheer them up after yet another defeat for their Quidditch team.

Which left Duke and Ms. du Chasteler out in the south woodlot. Victoria mentally winced as a tree disintegrated in an explosion and a fresh plume of smoke rose from that quarter. Yes, it needed to be cleared for a vegetable garden, but that was such a noisy and untidy way to do it. Even if the participants were having fun in the process of demolition.

A hoot announced that Ron's owl had arrived with a scroll almost as big as it was in its talons. Victoria opened the window to let Pigwidgeon in. The little fluffy gray Snitch dropped the scroll on the counter in front of Victoria, who then gave an Owl Treat in return.

Victoria blinked as she noticed that the scroll was addressed to her and sealed with red wax.

"Whatever could this be?" she murmured to herself as she broke the seal and began to unroll the scroll.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she staggered to a nearby chair to collapse into it as she read item after item written in a bold hand on the list.

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Thread: I Need A FUCKING DRINK!!! - The Third Thread Of Shipgirl Stupidity

Trockendock Under New Management (Royal Navy) (Deutsche Marine) (Crusty Old Fart) (Repair Boat): Oh have I got one for you all today.

Look upon what crawled through my door ye assembled and despair! Pennant17Type284Radar.jpg

Vestal Virgin (USN) (Pearl Harbor Diving Club) (Post-War Veteran) (Repair Boat) (AR-4): THE FUCK ANGIE?!? WHAT. THE FUCK.



Despair Ship Remorse (Royal Navy) (Repair Boat) (F79): Bloody Hell! How.. I mean... HOW?



Ajax Spray and Wipe (USN) (Post-War Veteran) (Repair Boat) (AR-6): And I thought Archie telling me about that idiot submarine overrunning her CO2 scrubbers after a week in a swimming pool girled up was peak crazy!



Despair Ship Remorse (Royal Navy) (Repair Boat) (F79): It's a bloody tree in the bloody radar housing. A whole. Bloody. Tree. I can't even....



Ajax Spray and Wipe (USN) (Post-War Veteran) (Repair Boat) (AR-6): Right. Just tell me your 'lubricant of choice', Angie, and I'll have the bottle shipped over with the next convoy out of Norfolk. One week into the new month, but I can tell this one won't be topped. You'll need it in any event to put that idiot battleship back together.



Trockendock Under New Management (Royal Navy) (Deutsche Marine) (Crusty Old Fart) (Repair Boat): Apfelkorn 80 proof, bitte.



Vestal Virgin (USN) (Pearl Harbor Diving Club) (Post-War Veteran) (Repair Boat) (AR-4): Just be sure to tell us how the hell that happened after you wring it out of that moron!



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Colombe looked at her Edwardian traveling dress and underclothing that had been waiting for her when she and Duke got out of the repair bath. "I was hoping for something less formal, honestly." She finally said, glancing at Duke.

Duke shrugged as she began to dress in her spare uniform. "It's Victoria's doing. She's sending a message about how she wants you to behave. She does that."

Colombe nodded and picked up the clothing. "A fair point, and I did not plan to walk through the house en déshabillé just to find something else to wear. I am a guest here, and I suspect if I did that she might find something with a corset for me to wear until I left."

Duke began to button her blouse. "Probably if you got her mad enough." The battleship shrugged. "She has definite opinions and I have to say that I agree with her in some regards. One could do worse than learn the virtues that built the British Empire."

Colombe nodded and gathered her hair into a ponytail. "Agreed. Raising the next generation is the most important part of being a parent, I have found. I can only hope Ying, Claire, and Ehren will not repeat my mistakes."

Duke clapped Colombe on the shoulder reassuringly. "You have good children. Not perfect, but I have seen worse. You are making the attempt to do the best that you can, and that is something."

As the two blondes walked toward the kitchens, a sudden commotion sounded from the front hall. Duke and Colombe looked at each other, nodded as one, and went to investigate.

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Spoiler: The Sound Of Victory!

Chudley Cannons, Chudley Cannons, plunge right through that line.
Fly the Quaffle clear down the field, a goal is sure this time!
Chudley Cannons, Chudley Cannons, fight on for her fame.
Fight, fellows, fight, fight, fight, we'll win this game.

Ron marched up the driveway to the house with his arms around the waists of Jean Bart and Ehren as they sang the Chudley Cannons fight song loudly and enthusiastically in unison. The three had beaming smiles and expressions of joy on their faces.

Victoria's eyes widened in surprise at the rumpled appearance of the trio, the odor of Butterbeer, and the ear to ear grins of all three. The residence squelched the spike of concern that she might otherwise have about the scene, for she had experienced a few celebrations of victory in her long life, and the trio was still young. Some allowances could be made.

Chudley Cannons, Chudley Cannons, stand up Cannons sing.
"Forward" is our driving spirit, loyal voices ring.
Chudley Cannons, Chudley Cannons, raise her glowing flame.
Stand, fellows, let us now salute her name.

Summer poked her head out of the workshop in curiosity at the noise. The shocked Abyssal received a hug from Ron, followed by Ehren and Jean Bart. "C'mon Summer sing along! We broke the losing streak!"

"Yardmaster!" Summer took Ehren's place at Ron's side as the front door opened and the procession marched inside, singing happily.

Angie followed behind with a grin around her pipe. The drydock then leaned toward Ehren. "Ehren, what is Claire's favorite food? Victoria asked me to inquire."

The sounds of the melody of the Chudley Cannons fight song sounded from the music room as Ehren nodded to Angie. "Claire loves Viennese Apfelstrudel pastries. I am partial myself as well."

Colombe smiled happily and proudly at her youngest and her friends as she stood next to Duke. The rapier leaned close to the battleship. "I think we need not inquire how the game went, non?"

Duke snorted and shook her head with a fond smile on her face as she looked at Ron while Claire launched into another playing of the fight song.

Chudley Cannons, Chudley Cannons, plunge right through that line
Fly the Quaffle clear down the field boys, your score is sure this time
U-Rah-Rah
Chudley Cannons, Chudley Cannons, Fight on for her fame
Fight, Cannons, fight, fight, fight, we'll win this game.

A.N.-I like "On Wisconsin", so sue me.

 

[darthcourt10]

Harry Leferts

Akagi looked at the sign before the large mine mouth curiously, "'Welcome to the Underworld'? Hmm..."

Glancing up at the roof of the cavern, Kaga raised an eyebrow, "The name certainly fits, Akagi-Chan." Turning, she gave a smile to the male Kitsune beside her, "What do you think, Taichi-Kun?"

Just rubbing his neck, the male Kitsune gave a hum before shrugging, "Actually? It fits pretty well, I think." He then jerked his thumb towards the entrance, "Want to go and check it out? From what I heard it is kind of impressive."

The two Carriers glanced at each other, smiled, and then nodded before they began to follow the Kitsune into the cavern.

It was not too far before they reached the first destination, which were the large statues of two Oni facing outwards with snarls on their faces, one painted red and a male with one horn and the other female and painted blue with two. Both had one hand on a kanabō with one palm open and facing the entrance. The statues seemed to be glaring and there was an odd feeling of protectiveness there. As if they were denying entry to further in the caves to those who might harm whomever lived there.

Eyebrow raised as she looked up, as each statue had to be twenty feet tall, Kaga hummed, "Impressive pieces of art."

Only nodding as she took a picture, Akagi smiled a little, "Hai, they really are." Cupping her chin in thought, she glanced at the heated pools just behind the statues, that caused mist to rise in the cool air of the cave, "And I would think quite effective since they are so life-like. I would swear that they could take a step at any moment."

With a tilt of the head, the lone Kitsune of the group nodded, "I've seen statues like this before at other Yokai places. And sometimes... they can actually move and attack." Seeing a metal plaque in the wall, he walked over and read it, "These two were named Mamoru, for the male, and Yamane for the female with the entrance being called Yamaguchi Gateway." Taichi looked at them and nodded slowly, "Apparently, there was an incident when Kuroshi managed to gum up the works for the gates further in, and the two Oni depicted here stood their ground and held off her entire force of Ushi-Onna, giant spiders, and evil Yokai long enough for the mechanisms to be repaired before they were overwhelmed. Since then, they're seen as the protectors of the community down here."

For a few moments, Kaga and Akagi looked at the two statues in thought before snapping to a salute first to Mamoru and then to Yamane. Unknown to them, a few others caught sight of them and their eyes widened at seeing it before they hurried off. As they left behind the two statues, however, Akagi became thoughtful, "Kaga-Chan? Do you think that if they are guardian spirits that perhaps..."

Already knowing her thoughts, Kaga gave a small nod, "Hai, it is quite possible that they are in the spirit realm with Shiromizu's castle and I would not be surprised if that is where they live now."

That only got her a nod from Taichi with a thoughtful look on his own face, "I would think so too."

Just a few short minutes later, they reached the first of the gates which was made of iron bars and hung above them on heavy chains. It was obvious that it could drop down to the floor and lock into place. Further in, they saw the second gate, which was actually made of wood that had a few holes in it. A third gate was made of thick, magically reinforced stone, and beyond that was a fourth gate made of iron that had to be at least a foot thick.

Running a hand along the edge, Akagi frowned a little, "This has to be several tons at the least."

Both Taichi and Kaga nodded before they continued to move and blinked as they found a bridge with the odd stall along it. It was made of stone, which was reinforced quite a bit, and stretched over a nearly dry riverbed. However, they could see various boulders strewn around, which made them raise their eyebrows as well as how the bridge itself was the fifth gate. Reading the plaque, Taichi winced before pointing, "According to this? If retreating further into the caves, they would hold the bridge as long as possible before fleeing behind the sixth gate." He pointed at another iron gateway, which also had bars, "And then would initiate a mechanism that would open the gates in the wall over there."

Eyes following his finger, Kaga frowned before she noted that in the torchlight there was water seeping past the stone "Gates" in the walls, "An underwater river?"

A chuckle made them turn a little as a woman walked up to them in waterlogged white robes with an iron ring upon her head with three lit candles upon the spikes there, "Close, but not quite."

Head tilted to the side, Akagi had a surprised look on her face before realizing who it was, "You're a Hashihime, are you not?"

Lightly smiling, the woman chuckled and bowed, "Hai, I am one as a matter of fact, and this is my bridge. My name is Hashi-hi, so named because of how cold the waters are."

Glancing at the water seeping out, Taichi frowned, "Uh, how cold are we talking about? And if not an underground river..."

Hashi-hi gestured at the small gates in the walls, "Behind those are tunnels leading to flooded mines that contain cold, mountain water. If the other gates are compromised and broken, then they shall open and the mines above will empty of water into this room. Some invaders would be smashed and squashed into the exits there." She gestured at iron bars covering some openings that the small stream entered, which made the two shipgirls and one Kitsune wince, "Others will be swept out the way they came, thus giving time for the defenders to take back the gates as the waters will cause hypothermia soon enough."

Slowly nodding, Akagi glanced around before running a hand along the side of the bridge, "But wouldn't that damage your bridge? And it would be a shame considering the carvings..."

For a moment, the Hashihime's eyes lit up in joy before she shook her head, "No, because my bridge is designed to allow water to pass over it and is anchored deep within the mountain."

After a short explanation, the group continued onwards and soon entered the seventh gate after which they could see homes. The whole time, they could see lanterns on the walls as well as phosprecent mosses and the like giving off light. It was at this point that the "Mine" opened up further and the two Carriers widened their eyes at the sight that met them. Because it was the size of a small stadium now and they could see rows of Nagaya along the walls of the cavern with the road in front while various Yokai went back and forth. There were even a few stores as well. One thing that caught their eye was the sight of a woman with bat wings walking along with a stick as she guided her... flock.

If one could call about two dozen cave crickets the size of medium dogs a flock.

Pointing at them, Kaga raised an eyebrow, "What are those...?"

With a small shrug as they continued to walk, Taichi chuckled a little, "Giant cave crickets." At the looks he got from the two shipgirls, he smiled a little, "They're something used by Yokai living underground as a source of food because they'll basically eat anything organic, so they can live off the cave moss and fungi. Sort of like pigs above ground really, and they grow pretty quick." Frowning, he hummed, "Not sure when they were first bred, but... there you go really."

Akagi considered that for a few moments before humming, "How do they taste?"

That got her a somewhat concerned look from her friend and fellow member of CarDiv1, 'Akagi-Chan... no... please no...'

Not realizing the thoughts going through his other girlfriend, Taichi blinked for a moment, "How do they taste?" At the nod, he considered it for a few moments, "Depends on how they're cooked and with what. Normally? A kind of mild flavor, but roasted they have this sort of nutty taste to them. Not that bad, really..."

Expression carefully blank, Kaga took in Akagi's expression and internally sighed, 'We are going to try at least one of them it seems... Oh, Akagi-Chan...' Wanting to change the subject, she cleared her throat, "I do wonder one thing..." Upon getting the attention of the other two, the Carrier continued, "They live underground, but would not earthquakes be a concern?"

Frowning, Akagi glanced around in some worry before turning to him, "Kaga-Chan does bring up a very good point, Taichi-Kun. Wouldn't earthquakes be a danger for anyone living underground?"

Much to their surprise, he grinned and lightly laughed, "Not quite." He gestured around them, "This cavern was likely a normal sized mine shaft and still is besides the magically expanded space. However, for any earthquake? The waves passing through would hit the outer parts as if they were still that mineshaft, but upon passing the layer of the spell which sinks a few inches in, would suddenly weaken as suddenly they're stretched out. So... a space expanded, say, fifteen times? That is how much an earthquake would weaken as soon as it passed the boundary between outside and inside the expanded space."

Both shipgirls had widened eyes at that before becoming thoughtful at what it meant.

Continuing along their journey, they noted that the festival had continued even down here. One stall, for instance, had among the prizes for the game a stuffed white snake. Another served "Sugar lightning" which was rock candy in the shape of a familiar lightning bolt scar. From the corner of her eye, Kaga noticed something and turned which meant that Akagi did as well.

Mainly because a young woman set down a pail on the road while waving goodbye to someone running a food stall before she placed one foot into it followed by the other. Almost immediately afterwards, she wiggled around until the only part of her sticking out was her head. Then, the pail began to bounce along before one bounce carried it up to a roof and a second over it. Slowly, both Carriers turned to look at each other with raised eyebrows.

Soon enough though, they did reach their destination: The cavern where, once centuries ago, a shussebora lived before it made its way from the mountains to the sea, carving a tunnel as it went.

Crystals of all sorts, embedded in the walls, glowed creating constallations and providing some light. Meanwhile, on either side of the footpath, thick mosses grew like grass would in the world above and strange, glowing fungal "Trees" rose above them. It was a landscape as alien as it was beautiful with various Yokai able to be seen as they walked along.

But what caught their eye was in the middle of the cavern for there stood what looked like an ancient Japanese manor that rose upwards. Looking at it in interest, Kaga glanced around, "You know, it does feel rather like something from one of the old legends."

With a nod, Akagi smiled a little as her eyes sparkled, "Hai, it does at that, Kaga-Chan. It really does feel like that..."

All three enjoyed their small tour of the building and community, though it amused them that the female Satori Hanyou who lived there muttered to a female Oni about how the two shipgirls gave her a headache due to all the mental voices they had. But it was still something that they enjoyed, nonetheless and took pictures and video to upload to the more restricted parts of SGO. And yes, Akagi did have a roast giant cave cricket...

Which she actually enjoyed, much to the bemusement of her girlfriend and boyfriend.

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Bare feet hitting stone, Natsumi grinned as the breeze trailed her hair behind her before reaching the end of a stone ledge and leaping into the air. Tucking her legs in against her chest, she gave a whoop, "CANNONBALL!"

Moments later, she hit the water creating a large splash upwards. From where he was sitting in the shallows, Harry snickered a bit as he lounged in the water. And when the Kitsune broke the surface and brushed her hair from her face, he gave her a thumbs up before shouting, "NICE ONE, NATSUMI-CHAN!"

In reply, Natsumi laughed and returned it before getting out of the way. Once she was far enough away from where she impacted the water, she could hear a Kappa up the cliff call out that it was safe for the next one to go. Reaching Harry, she walked out of the water with a grin on her face, "That was great, Harry-Chan, you should try yourself."

With a bemused smile, Harry gave a grin of his own, "I actually might, it looks fun."

His eyes caught movement and he looked up to see Tsukiakari's avatar running along the ledge towards the end. Due to the one piece she wore, it was obvious that her normal clothes hid quite a bit. When she hit the water in a dive though, Harry shook his head and turned back to Natsumi as another voice joined them, "I must admit, ma chérie, mon chéri, this is quite the swimming spot."

Looking over his shoulder at Lousiana in her own one piece, who had Kenshō beside her in a school swimsuit, Harry just nodded, "It really is."

The teenager turned his attention to their surroundings. Before them was a pit dug decades before into the mountain looking for gold and silver. But now, it was flooded with pure, crystal clear water from Shiromizu's river that cascaded a waterfall for sixty feet into the pool with smaller ones from nearby springs also tumbling down into it as smaller waterfalls were people sat under. Around the sides of the swimming hole, morning glory vines with various colors of flowers climbed up the rock walls creating a splash of color as mist from the waterfall filled the air and created shimmering rainbows. The water exited through one end of the pool and continued to tumble down the mountainside.

Here and there one could see Kappa just sitting around and keeping watch on those enjoying the water. Some were in their true forms of turtle-like beings with hollows in their heads, while others took more human-like forms and wore normal bathing suits. All of them acted like lifeguards though to keep an eye on those swimming. Though there were some other aquatic Yokai as well as even as they watched, a Nure-Onna was talking with a male River Tengu. Said bird Yokai, instead of having a raven's/crow's or a raptor's wings, instead had the face and wings of a cormorant. He showed it a moment later by leaping off the rock he and his girlfriend were on and diving into the water without a splash, followed by the Nure-Onna slipping in after him.

At another end of the large pool of water, which was more a small lake, Harry watched as a Kuwaso held onto a rope and flung himself out over the water using it. Lips twitching, he grinned a bit, "It really was a good choice to come here."

Beside him, Natsumi gave a smile as she moved her wet hair to the side with a bright smile of her own, "Hai, glad that I thought of it." She giggled a few moments later as Harry gave her a shrug and roll of the eyes before looking at Louisiana and lightly blushing at the sight of the Battleship in a swimsuit, 'Dammit...'

Inside her head, she could hear Tamamo's echo speak up, 'While I have always leaned more towards men, I have sometimes turned an eye onto fellow females before my husband. And the one who seeks your companionship is quite... delectable.' A low rumble-like purr echoed through her mind for a moment and Natsumi had the impression of a fox licking its lips, 'Oh yes, you have made quite the wise choice there...'

Eyebrow twitching despite her blush, the fourteen year old Kitsune growled internally, 'Ero-Kitsune!'

Sadly, all she got was a laugh before Tamamo's echo went back to whatever it normally did.

Despite her embarrassment and annoyance to a certain long dead vixen, Natsumi was rather happy about the fact that Harry kept glancing at her... and about how Louisiana did much the same with her own light blush. Something that made her smile a little in pride before she caught sight of Kenshō looking unsure at the water, "Is something wrong, Kenshō-Chan?"

The Kogatana blushed a little and shifted on her feet before mumbling something. Seeing the looks, she looked down at her toes as if they were the most interesting thing, "I... I don't know how to swim..."

Rather than laugh, like she expected, the two teens merely smiled with Harry patting her arm, "Can't swim, huh? Would you like to learn how?"

Eyes widening, Kenshō looked at him with some hope, "Really, Master? I... you would teach me to swim?"

Getting to his feet, the teenage wizard placed his hand on her head and gently ruffled the fluffy mane of hair she had, "Sure will, Kenshō-Chan. We won't be able to learn a whole lot, but I think that I can at least teach you the doggy paddle."

Her eyes wide, Kenshō gave a cheer as she hopped in place, "YAY! I'M GOING TO LEARN HOW TO DOGGY PADDLE!" Pausing, she suddenly stopped and frowned, "Mou... doggy paddle? What's that, Master?"

Unable to help himself, Harry laughed, "The simpliest way to swim." Holding out a hand for her to take, which she did, he lead her into the water, "Now, just follow and trust me..."

With an unsure look at the water, the little Muramasa began to walk out into the water. Despite the distance from her spring, the water was still slightly warmer than it should have been, more like a lukewarm bath than anything else. Once she reached chest height, she whimpered a little and Harry stopped, "Master?"

Softly smiling, Harry gave a small nod, "This is fine, Kenshō-Chan. Now, the first thing you need to remember is that humans, and avatars like your own, are naturally bouyant. That means that it does not take much for you to float..."

On the shore, Natsumi watched as the nearly fourteen year old teenage boy began to teach Kenshō all about how to swim and float with a soft smile on her face. Feeling Louisiana sit down next to her, she glanced at the Battleship, "Louisiana-Chan?"

Lips curling into a small smile, Louisiana gave her a happy look, "Just watching mon chéri is all, ma chérie." A soft sigh escaped her and her smile grew a touch, "He will make for a very good father."

Tilting her head to the side, the Kitsune nodded, "Hai, he will at that, Louisiana-Chan." Shifting a bit, she leaned up against the shipgirl's body, which made said Battleship blink before she wrapped one arm around Natsumi as they sat in the waist deep water, "Mmm... this is nice..."

All Louisiana did was nod in agreement before kissing her head between the ears, "Oui."

Not far away, a female Kappa looked up from where she was working on a food stand near the beach before smiling at the site, "Cute." With a shake of her head though, she returned to working at making some repairs and brushed some of her blue hair to the side and digging into the large knapsack she had, "Now, where did I place that socket set...?"

 

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Yellowhammer

A Time Of Transition

8 July 2014

Passel House, Hampshire, England

"What should I do on the morrow? What prospects had I in life? What friends had I on earth? Whence did I come? Whither should I go? What should I do?
I wet the pillow, my arms, and my hair with rushing tears. A dark interval of bitter thought followed this burst; but I did not regret the step taken, nor wish to retract it. A strong, vague persuasion that it was better to go forward than backward, and that I could go forward - that a way, however narrow and difficult, would in time open - predominated over other feelings."--Charlotte Brontë, Villette

Ehren smiled shyly at her friends as she finished packing the trunk of the car.

"Thank you all for having me over for the visit!" she spoke warmly.

Ron grinned and shook her hand. "Still framing your ticket to the game?"

"Of course!" Ehren replied with a twinkle in her steel-blue eyes as she tapped her purse. "It may have to wait for my trip to Japan, though. Mutti wishes for us to meet her aunts and also some friends of the family such as Harry Potter."

Ron smiled, "Tell Harry that I hope to see him later on for the Quidditch World Cup."

Ehren nodded. "I certainly shall. Auf Wiedersehen, my friend."

Meanwhile on the steps Claire hugged Summer and then Victoria. "Thank you very much for the music Miss Victoria! Also thank you for the gift of a metronome, Summer!"
Spoiler: Summer's Gift For Claire

Summer gave a shy smile. "You'll come back and play for us, right?" She asked quietly with eagerness in her voice.

"Of course I will! And I'll help you learn to piano like I promised!" Claire said with a happy smile. "But Ehren and Mother need me to go now." With that she stepped back and curtsied.

As Claire got into the car, Victoria murmured to herself, "I most certainly look forward to the dear Miss Claire returning to be our guest." Beside her Summer hummed in agreement as the family all waved to the du Chastelers.

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10 July, 2014

Wizengamot Hearing Chamber, Ministry of Magic, London
Spoiler: A Step Out Of The Past

Albus Dumbledore, clad in the robes of the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards banged his gavel on the podium. "Order! For our next subject of scheduled business, we have the reexamination of the case of Colombe du Chasteler."

Héloïse Baugé from France stood up and spoke in her gravelly voice as she rubbed the scar on her throat caused by fighting the Death Eaters as an Auror. "Oui. Following the resolution of the crisis of Verdun, the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France did a review of individuals involved in the sealing for awarding of the Order of Nostradamus. In the process we realized that the active ICW arrest warrant out for Mlle. du Chasteler had been initiated by the Committee of Magical Security in 1793. However the damages to the Statute caused by her actions in Metz were much less than had been feared and as per her Truth Spelled testimony that she gave to the Royal Canadian Magical Mounted Patrol, her life was in danger at the time by a mob whipped up by the Non-Magiques. So I move to have the general arrest warrant that Robespierre's fanatics demanded rescinded."

Hou Xiang shot to her feet. The elderly Chinese witch pointed one crooked finger at the French delegate, and hissed in disgust, "and what of her actions in my country! She raped our cultural heritage, helped a dangerous fox spirit flee the Middle Kingdom, peddled drugs, burned an Imperial palace, assaulted numerous of our wizards trying to bring her in with no few fatalities!! And you now want your running lapdog to be returned to her kennel when she should be sent to us to face revolutionary justice?"

Dumbledore banged the gavel. "Order, order! The delegate from the Ministry of Internal Enlightenment must be recognized first!"

Xiang huffed and gave an angry stare. "Very well." She lowered herself back into her seat with an angry glare at her fellows.

Héloïse nodded her head and took a drink of water. "Merci. I lay the proposition to remove Colombe d'Aubigny du Chasteler from the ICW Immediate Arrest List for violations of the Statute of Secrecy and remand her case back to the individual nations that generated complaints. Do I have a second?"

Jebediah Whateley, the MACUSA representative, took a deep breath and thought to himself as he stood slowly, damn the De Breuil woman for acquiring proof of his family's dealings in Dark Artifacts and proscribed knowledge! The elderly First Families patrician then consoled himself that as long as he kept them ignorant of the Great Work, he and his family would be spared. He was looking forward to hearing that their precious No-Maj would burn the Black Widow of MIB and her spawn alive when the Statute finally fell. As for du Chasteler, if she was stupid enough to reveal herself to the enemies of their kind, she would burn too. With that happy thought of revenge against the witch blackmailing him, he stood, and spoke in a flatly formal voice. "MACUSA has determined that du Chasteler's actions in 1927 were directed against a Scourer and his witch-hunting party. While we regret the violations of Rappaport's Law, we were overhasty in not realizing that her actions in Louisville were a matter of barely justifiable self-defense. MACUSA seconds the motion on the floor to remove and remand du Chasteler to the Governing Authorities."

A stir ran through the assembled wizards and witches at the hard-line MACUSA representative backing the more liberal French witch then a half-dozen hands shot into the air as Dumbledore gaveled for order once more.

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Dumbledore banged the gavel seven times on the podium an hour later. He looked around the room. "Debate is now closed, and I shall call the vote. An Aye vote is to support the proposal to remand du Chasteler, a Nay is to keep her as a wanted fugitive. Voting shall begin by the most recently seated for this session."

"Representative Jan van den Broek of the Magical Republic of the Netherland's Koninklijk Ministerie van Magische Zaken?" Dumbledore turned to his left.

The elderly Dutch wizard used his ever-present cane to lever himself to his feet. Sharp blue eyes surveyed the room like an old eagle as he stood at attention. "This is overdue. The Republic votes Aye to correct a long-standing injustice." As he finished a blue witchlight flickered over his desk.

"Cardinal Aristotele Leonardi of the Holy and Magical See of Rome?" Past van den Broek, red velvet rustled as the Catholic prelate stood. "Mercy is God's gift to all us sinners. Si, let the lady's penance end." A second blue witchlight appeared.

"Doot Karnavati Raj of the Bhaarateey Jaadoo Mantraalay of India?" Dumbledore focused on the dark-skinned woman with a jeweled chain running between her earring and a nostril-ring.

"Abstain. This does not impact us, and we have more pressing concerns such as the Abyssal menace." A white witchlight flickered over her head as she sat impassively.

"Mujtahida Iffat al-Zamān Amīn of the Assembly of Magical Experts of Persia?"

A modestly veiled female witch stood. Dark eyes full of fire flashed from her face as she spoke in a commanding voice. "Nay. This goes against the Law that has condemned this woman for her transgressions." A red sphere of light formed over her head as she sat.

"Omaatla Onkgopotse of the Magical Government of Uganda?"

Intricately carved wooden necklaces clacked as a shaved head was shaken and he spoke tersely. "Nay."

A second ball of red light formed.

Dumbledore nodded and turned to the next delegate, "Yalena Kornyeva Romanova of the Gosudarstvennyy Komitet po Magicheskim Voprosam of Magical Russia?"

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Finally the last name was called and Dumbledore looked at the spheres floating in a tally. "I cast my vote for the Ministry of Magic as Aye. The tally is nine for Aye, seven for Nay and five Abstentions. The Ayes have it and the motion is carried! So let it be recorded and published."

The gavel banged on the podium, announcing that Colombe d'Aubigny du Chasteler was no longer wanted by the International Confederation of Wizards.

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Khohlo ea Marena a Mararo

July 28th, 2014

Cold gray eyes with flecks of blood-red raised from the folder of photographs and notes describing a Belgian castle that had been delivered by one of his loyal servants. A finger tapped a copy of the official letter sent to Colombe du Chasteler at her home of Castle Moulbaix telling her that she was no longer a fugitive.

Helmar Wolff focused on the young blonde woman kneeling before him. "You have done very well. We now know where SHE lives, and where my daughter is kept. Go, take Popobawa and bring my daughter to my side."

His eyes raised to the ancient carvings in the chamber where they were. "My daughter and the Mask, and then the world shall be remade as it should have been by Der Führer. Where he failed, we shall succeed."

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A Belgian Butterknife's Japanese Vacation (I)

11 July 2014

Norimune's farm in Uenohara-shi, Yamanashi Prefecture, 74 miles west of Tokyo, Japan
Spoiler: A Trip To Japan

A carved American Chestnut wardrobe in the spare bedroom cracked open and a blonde woman stepped out. Colombe du Chasteler reached inside and grabbed a hang-up bag and a pair of suitcases to put to one side, then closed the wardrobe.

A minute later the door opened again and Claire stepped out to hug her mother, who returned the hug. "Welcome to Japan, Claire."

The piano nodded before taking her portable keyboard and own hang-up bag and suitcases out. "I can't wait to meet all of our aunts and Uncle Kansha, Mother."

Colombe chuckled as Ehren joined them. "No doubt they will enjoy meeting you too, Claire. Welcome to Japan Ehren."

The dagger gave a brief smile to her mother as she removed her own luggage. "Vielen Dank, Mutti. It is to be hoped by the time we finish our vacation that the furniture that was selected for Ron and Victoria will be ready to ship to them. That way you or I can sign the contract to transport it to Passel House. Speaking of transport, one hopes that we have a way to move our luggage? Or should I head back to grab the Reparo-Wagen?"

Colombe animated the small mountain of luggage to float behind them. "I called ahead, Ehren. Don't worry, I have this under control. We will get picked up and driven to the hotel I reserved in Zuchi."

A wheat-blond eyebrow elevated a millimeter in Ehren's coolly skeptical face in response to that statement.

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Ehren walked outside and stopped dead in her tracks. For a brief instant a rush of fear shot ice through her veins as she remembered the image of her Vati in SS uniform appearing in front of her horrified eyes one dark and stormy night.

"Auntie Kago!" Claire hurried past her and hugged the 'Japanese woman' with waxy-pale skin, cold and empty blue eyes, and hair the darkness of the space between stars who was standing next to a matte-black Prius. "It's so good to see you again!"

Muramasa-no-Kagotsuruhe, the Sword of Hopelessness, flickered through her library of faces, finally plastering happy surprise on her form as she hesitantly hugged Claire back. "And it is good to see you again, Niece. It is good to see you all." The elder Muramasa spoke in a sepulchral tone as Claire released the hug. The trunk of the car opened silently. "I volunteered to pick you up, since it was either myself or Akutoku. Chisuheri is busy with some JNHRO business related to the Reserves. Umi is sitting Kyoshu today. Suisei's bakery was hired to cater a wedding. Finally, Norimune was kidnapped by one of her old students who came back on board a shipgirl."

Colombe nodded. "It is appreciated, Aunt Kago. I have some basic fluency in Japanese now thanks to To-chan's tutoring, but Claire and Ehren do not. As well, I would prefer not to float my luggage on the train to Kamakura so soon after my legal difficulties got handled."

Kago's expression flickered to curiosity. "So that was resolved?"

"Oui," Colombe paused in loading the space-expanded trunk, "Ying and Delilah's plan to clear me with the ICW was a success. I got the letter of judgement yesterday, so I am free to travel openly... most places. China, Iran, and Africa are still looking for me for various reasons, but I have no plans to go there anytime soon."

Ehren nodded along. "Guten Tag, Aunt Kago. We have birthday presents for you and the other aunts." The dagger glanced at her Elder Piano Sister as Claire bounced on her heels. "I think that Claire wishes to give you her gift now."

Claire nodded and at the unspoken command in her eyes, Ehren opened a suitcase and pulled out a CD wrapped in Halloween-styled wrapping paper. She handed it to Claire, who then gave it to Kago. "Happy Birthday, Aunt Kago! Oh and Shotgun!" Claire exclaimed.

The Elder Muramasa tore the paper and curiously examined the CD that was labeled in Claire's handwriting, 'Birthday present for the Best Auntie!' Her face flickered to delighted curiosity. "We can play it for the drive down."

With that the four tsukumogami got into the Prius with Claire beside Kago while Colombe sat behind her daughter and Ehren behind Kago. The car pulled out of the driveway and then Claire put the CD into the player.
Spoiler: Happy Birthday Aunt Kago!

Colombe's face paled in dread as the first chords of Sergei Rachmaninoff's brooding and grimly terrible Prelude in C Sharp Minor sounded like a funeral dirge in a plague-stricken city at the stroke of midnight. The rapier muttered to herself. "Claire, you didn't. Not Rachmainoff!"

Kagotsuruhe selected a face full of Schadenfreude for her expression as she turned onto the road leading to the bridge across the Katsura River.

Ehren leaned back with a satisfied smile and watched the countryside through the windows as Claire hummed along with the melancholic music that she had recorded for her favorite aunt. Her eyebrows raised as she noticed how intensely developed the land was, with every square inch of usable land either farmed, occupied, or with a business upon it.

With that she leaned over to her mother. "Thank you for bringing myself and Claire along for this visit, Mutti. I am looking forward to meeting our family."

Colombe nodded. "And friends of the family. We will be meeting Harry Potter, who is Lyra and Ian's great-grandson and I shall also be checking in on the Arashi Clan who are also descended from Ian." The CD reached the next track and a recording of Claire playing Danse Macabre for four hand piano began. Colombe spoke to herself, "at least it is Saint-Saëns for a change," before continuing. "So I wished you and Claire to meet them, and Kagotsuruhe's sisters and younger brother Kansha of course."

Kagotsuruhe chuckled hollowly. "And my niece Kenshō-chan."

"Quoi?!" Colombe snapped out in shock as Ehren's eyes widened and Claire smiled happily. "Don't tell me that my father got another young lady pregnant!?!" The rapier continued with considerable heat in her voice.

Kago shook her head. "No, although we all thought so at the time when she was introduced. She formed from one of Kyoshu's shards when my sister was damaged during the Pacific War," Kagotsuruhe's voice became coldly hungry briefly as something dark flickered deep within her flat blue eyes. "Kenshō-chan was made into a Kogatana knife by Sub-Unit 942. She manifested recently and Harry Potter has adopted her as her First Master. She is very young still and very innocent."

Colombe nodded slowly as she thought over the unspoken message in the words along with some captured photographs of a mutilated katana. "I see and I am looking forward to meeting my cousin then." Ehren and Claire chimed in with their own words of agreement. "Although I do hope that my luck leads me to cross paths with those responsible for her creation. Some crimes are unforgivable." Colombe's eyes flickered to Claire and visibly bit her tongue at the curious expression in her daughter's eyes.

Kagotsuruhe nodded her head like a judge passing a death sentence. "Indeed. Although if you wish to express your opinions upon this matter, you shall have to 'get in line' behind myself, my sisters, and several others."

"Good." Colombe and Ehren said in unison. Claire smiled and then hummed along with her arrangement of Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor.

 

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baofengyu


The Mandate Pt.4
"Our path brought us here for a reason... and now I know why. The past is here, and it must be met before the future can be set in motion."

Court of Inner Harmony, Beijing

Daji listened to the reports from her subordinates. So far the Statute was holding, if barely. The events in Japan were building to a conflict between Tokyo and Kyoto, and with the ICW focused on the Rising Sun, she had a free hand to complete her task. The…ICW Auror…the American…was a pompous fool, but then again, most sorcerers were in her opinion. It both amused and disgusted her that Zheng Hu's discovery had borne such curious fruit. She made a mental note to ask the little spirit when he returned from his mission. Now she had to make a move. Or several.

"It is time to bring the teacher into the fold," She spoke.

"Is that wise sister?" Pipa replied from her seat as she plucked an ancient pipa.

"She needs to understand where her place is, fallen as she may be, she knows and understands much. The Celestial Court needs a good shaking up, and she may be the one to do it. We hold the Rake, the Fleshless One holds the Seal. The Sword remains hidden in the Qing's Tomb. The Writing Set is returning to the Middle Kingdom from its resting place, but the Coins…the Coins are hidden from me, but they are still in the Middle Kingdom, in ruins of glass and steel. You, dear Pipa, will be my agent in this."

Daji beckoned the spirit forward and whispered into her ear. Pipa nodded and stepped back.

"As you say sister," Zhiji added. "What of Yizhou? What of Taiwan?"

"You, my sister, will go and speak with Mèi Mèi Lǜ Shé. It is time to bring her into the fold as well."

"She will not like this sister."

"We will aid her in her search, and in return she will aid us in locating the last of the Treasures."

Jiutou Zhiji bowed her head in acquiesce. Pipa huffed.

"Is there a problem sister?" Daji tilted her head.

"Is this world worth saving? These communists have poisoned the land and wasted the Mandate. The young do not have the respect for their elders and are consumed with this…internet."

"As much as I would prefer to burn it down again, for us to regain our rightful place we must bow to Nüwa's will. The young will learn. They seek escape from this wretched existence and loose themselves in this internet. I have been free for many years and I still do not understand this…technology. I would add, however, as corrupt as this world has become, it is a far cry from what we knew. The people live much longer, their lives are in some ways better than ours so long ago. Even with this 'Great Leap Forward' and 'Cultural Revolution' and this even more foolish 'One Child Policy' there is much that can be redeemed. We will need to give them purpose and direction…with a firm yet gentle hand. These children have forgotten, but they will be made to remember."

A servant entered quietly and poured the three tea and quickly withdrew.

Daji picked up her cup and removed the lid, inhaling the aroma. She sipped the hot liquid.

"What of your shadow?" Pipa asked. "You said that part of you has been reincarnated?"

Daji closed her eyes. "A part of me is missing, yes. Distant. A fragment that held a part of my rage and anger at the Celestial Bureaucracy as well as the pain over my lost family has been reborn into another. A Kitsune."

"Hah, as if you could ever let go of that grudge," Zhiji snarked.

"Oh," Daji smiled over her cup. "I have not forgotten."

"Or forgiven," Pipa laughed.

"Nüwa was not pleased with the Celestial Bureaucracy, and although she has taken a firm handle on those scholars, they can still be troublesome, but I will let whoever takes the throne to handle that."

"And when we complete our task sister, what then?"

"The reunification of the Magical and the Mundane worlds will allow us to do as we please once again. What we were born to do."

She set the tea down. "But to other business."

She rose and walked towards the inner court. The ancient room hummed with old magic, keeping the handcrafted wood and frescos in perfect condition. Her eyes took in the numerous women that knelt. Waiting. Her eyes crossed her two scarred twins, then focused on the two larger women that knelt to the side.

"Dingyuan, Zhenyuan, I have a task for you both."

Both women rose to one knee, executing a hold-fist salute with bowed heads. "Ho."

"Take your fleets south. Go to Hong Kong. Secure the ruins and wait for further instructions."

"As our Lady commands," The two intoned.

"Avoid any contact you encounter be it Spirit or Abyssal. But let none know of your presence." Daji commanded. "May Hǎishén give you calm seas, and Guānyǔ give you strength of arms."

She motioned for her twins to follow.

"I have a rather special mission for you both," Daji walked, followed by the twins. "It may take you from your natural element, but I would have measure of this man."

She gave them both a glance. "He is not to be harmed."

Both nodded ever so slightly. The shipgirls were, for the most part, a recent addition to the Hidden Ministry, with the secret of their summoning gleaned from the writings of an American Professor, and with proper obfuscation, their true numbers were hidden from the Central Committee. Oh, those shipgirls that were born in the Communist era were promptly transferred to the shattered remains of the PLAN, the others, the old breed of shipgirls, were brought into Daji's sphere of influence. Many of them remembered their lives serving an Emperor, from ancient War Junks to Armored Dreadnoughts. Her twins, scarred, yet beautiful in their movements and focus, were born in that period when the Qing lost the Mandate and before that fat peasant took the Mandate from beneath the Chiang. She had a good laugh at that escapade. But the twins were driven by rage and revenge, their faith squandered and forced into service of the Rising Sun. They were among the strongest of the Shipgirls under her command, but they needed the proper direction to focus their abilities. The little spirits that accompanied them were most enlightening to converse with, and in those early days she was able to reminisce with them about the ancient days, one they got past their fear of her that is. Parts of her overall strategy came into being after a lengthy discussion with Kongming and Zheng He.

"Your time will come soon enough. Once we have restored the Emperor you shall have your revenge."


Western Theater Command, Chengdu

"You have a problem General," Xue spoke as she walked beside Zu.

"I have many problems Professor," He replied, nodding at the soldiers as they passed. "Can you elaborate?"

She handed him an old, worn copy of a book. He accepted it and stopped, flipping the pages to a marked passage. One name was highlighted.

"S-" He began.

"Say not her name," Xue leaned closed, raising a finger to her lips. "She is very real General, and for some who speak her name she will hear it and look in your direction."

"You can't be serious."

"You have spoken with the leaders of the Jiang Hu, you have seen their skills and abilities, you know of the Magical world, but you doubt her existence?"

Zu sighed. "I should not be surprised if she is real, with so many other tales being true as well."

They continued walking. "She had taken control of the Hidden Ministry and for all intent and purposes controls the Forbidden City. It was she who declared the Mandate lost."

"What do you advise?"

Xue's office was neat and clutter free, with books and documents in their proper place. On one wall was a map of China that highlighted specific areas with notes. Zu walked to the map and looked at it, noting old Tombs marked, major areas of magic that were under threat, all five holy mountains.

"That we are both still alive means she is not focusing on consolidating her power to become Empress, but she holds one of the Treasures and possibly knows the location of the others. To the south we have the Taipingists gathering strength once again. The East Sea is full of Abyssals and Magical Tibet is gearing up for war. We cannot let the Mandate go unfulfilled for much longer."

"You would have us ally with this…woman?"

"It may be our only option. We can expect no help from the outside world if China falls to open civil war," Xue spun a globe on her desk. "There is much unrest in Europe, and the Japanese and Americans are handling their own problems as the ICW's Statute is in the first stages of collapse. Time is not on our side General."

"I do not like this," He replied.

"What we like is secondary to duty General. You swore an oath to the people General, do not forget that. You are an upright man, and while you may pay a terrible price for this, you willingly accept the burden."

Zu knew of the growing cancer to the south. The Abyssal War had wrecked a lot of the command and control infrastructure that had many units going rogue, or retreating to more secure positions and allowing unrest and starvation to take root. That much of the problem could be attributed to the resurgent Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the lack of will of many theater commanders only caused further problems. Staring at the map he could see the fractures forming, and as Xue said, this was not unknown in the past, for China had survived the Warring States and the Five Dynasties but this time it was different. The Abyssals hungered to wipe the Han from the face of the Middle Kingdom, and unlike the Mongols of the Yuan Dynasty, they would never join themselves to the superior culture to be conquered from within. Even if the Abyssals were stopped, the humiliations of the Nineteenth Century such as the Opium Wars and Unequal Treaties and the invasions by Japan showed that China must be strong enough to stand among the first rank of nations or else would suffer.

"What about Minister Cao?" Zu glanced at the Professor.

"He may style himself as an Emperor, but he will never gain the mandate. He may be whole, but in truth he is nothing more than a scheming eunuch. He can be useful for he does have many contacts in the academic world that can provide leads on the location of the other Treasures."

"And Su Daji?"

He said the name.

He briefly glanced up to see if something would happen, some sign. Yet nothing.

Xue paled and stepped back.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

"Not quite," A voice spoke from the doorway. "Although my Elder Sister bears no ill will towards you…Professor."

Both turned to see a beautiful woman in a traditional Hanfu. A pair of jade pins were woven into her hair, and an elegant Pipa in her hands.

"And you," She tilted her head. "You are not unknown to us, but we will see if you are worthy of what you seek."

Xue stumbled. "Why? Why now?"

"The Middle Kingdom stands at the crossroads," Pipa replied. "The current…dynasty…has failed to maintain the Mandate as accorded by the Celestial Court. The enemies of the Middle Kingdom are at the walls, and…the Statute," She spat the word. "Will fall. You, Professor, shall aid us. In return, we will see to restoring your lost status."

"That," Xue stammered. "That is impossible. I fell in love with a mortal."

Zu raised an eyebrow. "Curious," He spoke.

"Yes, but should that mortal ascend, we will petition Nüwa to restore your status. Your Scholar will be entered into the Heavens as one of the first Immortals of this new age."

Zu looked at the teacher with new eyes. "Most curious indeed."

Pipa directed her gaze to the General. "You are most interesting human. I can smell the old blood in you. You come from an ancient family, do you not?"

"I do not see how my family has any bearing on what must be done."

"Ah," The Spirit flit about the room randomly. "That is where you are wrong General Zu Li Shang. Any man worthy may ascend the Throne, but in these times it would be best for one who can stand in both the old and new worlds."

The air pressure changed, and a muted pop revealed two scarred twins standing behind the woman. Both wore what appeared to be old uniforms, but with all insignia removed. Each bore scars of fighting, and the emotionless stare they had wore he had seen before in countless faces of young soldiers who saw too much. They smelled of steel and cordite.

"Now," the woman plucked the pipa. "I think you and I should talk Chao Xue, or should I call you by your true name?"

Xue glanced at the General, both fearful and determined. "If you do not mind General Zu, I will let you know what I find out."

Zu nodded. "I will be in my office Professor. There is still paperwork to complete to finish."

He eased himself out of the room, aware of the two that silently followed. He caught glimpses of huge shadows as the two walked, and silently confirmed to himself that he was not dealing with normal women, as if anything in his life was normal as of late. He rubbed his face as he walked. Ancient Wuxia Clans. Mythological demons coming to life. Horrific monsters from the deep. Sometimes he worried that his life was turning into an episode of Bì Xuě Jiàn. But this was all too real. These women were not part of PLAN, and the few ships that remained, along with the even fewer shipgirls that had been summoned, were guarded jealously by Admiral Li Han Shu, who by virtue of being the only surviving Admiral, hoarded his assets like a dragon.

As he entered his office, he waved off his aides as they rose. He could feel their stares on the two women as they followed him silently. They would fight if the two became hostile, but he knew it would be futile for them. This was a time for pragmatism. He turned on the two as they entered the office.

"Now, whom do I have the honor of addressing?"

The two glanced at each other once.

"I am Ning Hai," The one of the left spoke, a voice like dry, rusty gears.

"I am Ping Hai," The one on the right spoke, a voice normal, but tinged with anger and hate.


Chenzhou, Hunan Province

A body, desiccated and skeletal, crashed to the floor as Xiao Chaogui held aloft the Seal and a Brush. Behind him a banner fluttered, fleshly inked in blood and marked with the Seal.

"NOW NONE SHALL DENY MY AUTHORITY!" He shouted. "I HOLD TWO OF THE TREASURES! THE DIVINE MANDATE SHALL BE MINE!"

The assembled throng kowtowed as the body of former 72nd Group Army Commander fell in a heap. There were faithful mixed in with the assembled soldiers, and a little showmanship was all but guaranteed to bring them into the fold.

"YOU! THE FAITHFUL WILL DELIVER THE REMAINING TREASURES TO ME! AND TOGETHER WE WILL REMAKE THIS MUNDANE WORLD INTO A NEW DIVINE KINGDOM WHERE WE ARE THE MASTERS! YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONES! YOU ARE MY BELOVED CHILDREN!"

"XIAO! XIAO! XIAO!" The crowd shouted. He raised his arms again and stepped back as his closed agents moved into seal the deal.

It didn't take long.

In his sanctum he looked to his three lieutenants. They were dressed smartly as befitting their station.

"Have you made contact with Cao?"

"We have your Excellency." The first spoke. "He has been going over the old records and believes that the Coins are still here in the Middle Kingdom, but they might be in Abyssal held territory."

"That is unfortunate," Chaogui stroked his goatee. "And the Writing Set?"

"Auguries and divinations do not point to the Set remaining hidden in the Middle Kingdom."

"That fox bitch," The self-styled king snapped a sleeve.

"My Lord?"

"And the Demon?"

"She has taken complete control of the Hidden Ministry. We think she has brought others into her service, but any agents that we have sent have since been caught and…dealt with."

"And if that fool American and that Traitor Chi hadn't interfered in San Francisco I would have had the power to deal that Demon and not have to rely on cheap gimmicks." He threw down the 'Brush'. Making the fake Treasure cost him some power and hair from the Mei family, but as long as it achieved the overall goal with was worth it.

"My Lord," The second spoke. "We have control of the Southern and Eastern Theaters. Would it not be wise to consolidate and begin to attack the other claimants?"

"In due time," He stroked the Seal. "Have our followers in the Northern Theater begin."

"Yes Lord."

Chaogui sat down. The expenditure of energy was very rapid these days, and even the Seal wasn't helping to stabilize his form. He needed the other Treasures to finish the ritual. His agents in America reported that the Traitor's daughter favored her mother in every way. Right down to her Green Eyes.

Soon it will be time for him to make the Final Sacrifice.

But it still left the Greatest Threat. She was just as old as he was, and if not more powerful than him in some ways, but she had yet to flex her power apart from these little displays that she used to take control of China's Magicals. It was…perplexing. What was she planning? What was her goal? He needed as much of the military behind him before he made his move, and he mainly focused on the surviving army and air force units. The remaining naval forces were holding the ruins of Zhan Jiang, and those 'shipgirls' would never join him willingly. No, they were too swept up in the Communist Fantasy that infected his beloved homeland. But he would make it all right.


Ministry of Culture, Beijing

Minister Cao flipped through his printouts. It was a surprise to find supposedly destroyed texts scanned onto the Dark Web, and he made a mental note to thank the nice young man in the research department who found them right before he called the Central Committee for Discipline Inspection and reported such a vulgar use of Party time and equipment. But, the information he found was most enlightening. While his agents were unable to come across any information regarding four of the Treasures, he did manage to get a bit of information from one of his sources in Taiwan regarding the Coins. They were spirited away to Taiwan after the Party's victory in 1949, but from there it was a bit muddled as to what happened next. On one hand the family that was their guardian still resided on the island, but the eldest son had them in his possession when he joined a rather influential Noble House in 1964 and moved to Hong Kong. From there it was further muddled that the Coins may have been with him when he was caught up in the Iranian mess in 1979, or the Coins were passed to his son who returned to Taiwan in 1991.

He clucked his tongue. Two of his best investigators were working on the Coins under the guise of 'Recovering China's Historical Legacy', and if Fortune smiled upon him he might have a hand in the game yet. They were due back today.

His informants in Chengdu reported nothing out of the ordinary in regards to Professor Xue, and it seemed her focus was on the old Qing Dynasty. It did make sense as they were the last to gain the Mandate before the Great Chairman managed to gain it. A pity really, that such an auspicious event that in some ways unified China is about to tear it apart once again.

"Minister, Professor Xue is on the phone for you." His secretary announced.

He smiled.

"Ah, Professor, how is your research in Chengdu going?" He spoke into the receiver.

"It goes well Minister. The General has been kind enough to provide a thorough escort as I visited each site you listed. While we have found nothing definite, we do have several solid leads open to us."
He frowned. "And how is the good General Zu?"

"He is well Minister. From what I have seen he has been training his men most diligently."

"Good, good." Cao tapped his fingers on the chair. "Is he coming to Beijing soon?"

"Not that I am aware of Minister. The few reports I have seen speak of some unrest in the Southern Theater."

"Ah…you expect him to move south then?"

"I am not privileged to know the plans of the Central Committee Minister. I would suspect if the CMC orders him south you may hear about it before me."

"Yes, yes, this is true my dear." He squelched the exasperation. "Is there anything that you can confirm in your research."

"I did come across a few records indicating much traffic around the Tomb of Hong Taiji in 1950. These were taken from some Mongolians who were apart of the Great Chairman's army after his victory."

"Ah, that is very interesting indeed."

"I will inquire further should the occasion arise."

"Very good Professor." He replaced the receiver and looked up. It would make sense for Mao to hide one of the Treasures in a former Imperial Tomb. After all, no true Party member would ever go near such places at the time, and since then, little interest was paid to them until after the Cultural Revolution. He picked up the antique repeating crossbow that had just arrived that morning, a gift from a Mr. Xiao. It was a magnificent example of Chinese technology, complex yet refined. It was fully loaded with bolts.

He carefully placed the weapon on his desk on a display rack and stepped back.

All that was needed now was a bit of patience.


The Rug Shop, Akihabara

It was, in Ying's opinion, the ugliest rug shop she had ever seen, right down to the cashmere Pikachu throw rug. When Delilah said she knew a magic carpet to smuggle her into China, this wasn't what she had pictured. Even the fez on the proprietor's head looked cheap. She stood on the threshold of the shop and coughed slightly.

"AHHH!!!" The man turned, the tassel on the Fez swinging wildly, and she fought the urge to manifest her true form and kill it. "Welcome to the Rug Shop!"

Ying took a deep breath and put away her feelings at the optical abomination. "Yes, I was told by my friend that you might be able to help me."

"HAI! Friends are always welcome! Who is your friend?"

"Delilah de Breuil."

The man's face lost all animation. The shop stilled. Ying felt a privacy spell engage and sheath the building from any prying eyes.

"What do you want?" He spoke in a serious tone.

"I need to get into China," Ying replied. "Quietly."

"There's some bad juju going on in the Middle Kingdom right now. It's not exactly a safe place for Magicals."

"Nevertheless I need to get there quickly." Ying looked around the shop. The spell stripped away the gaudy eyesores that lined the walls and replaced them with rather elegant and expensive rugs. A few of them were on the ceiling. "Delilah said you were someone who could get me there under the radar."

"I can, but as I said, there's a lot of bad stuff going on over there now. Ten years ago I could make runs with no problem, now it is a trial just to avoid the random Abyssal war fleet, or a Hidden Ministry Magistrate."

"Can you get me there?"

"Yeah," He rubbed his face. "But tell Delilah this clears all debts between us. It will take a couple of days to get the carpet ready."

Ying withdrew her business card and handed it over. The wizard looked at it and swore.

"Delilah is going to owe me for this one," He muttered.


The Temple was immaculate. Each stone in the proper place. Each tree and branch trimmed and pruned to exacting standards. Every step forward, every breath taken, was both a step into the past and an exercise in tranquility and meditation. As Ying approached, she saw two figures step out of the shadows and into the light. The shadows had tails.

"I bid you welcome to our humble temple traveler," The woman spoke. "Do come in."

"You know who I am." Ying spoke, removing her shoes before stepping onto the ancient teak.

"You?" The woman smiled coyly. "We have never met before. Know of you I do."

"There was-"

"-an echo? A pulse of power that raced across the world and brought both dreams and terrors?"

"You know why I am here," Ying tried not to get frustrated.

"I do Wei Ying," The woman nodded. "The time for secrets is over."

"What happened?" Ying asked. "Why is SHE moving after so long?"

"The awakening of Tamamo-no-Mae after so long, the return of Su Daji," Hoshi looked to the west. "Oh, yes, I know that broken soul, and she cannot hear us here."

"She declared the Mandate lost," Ying replied.

"I am aware of it," Hoshi replied. "You know what will happen now. There are only a handful of candidates for the throne, but anyone who has ambition will make a run for the Mandate. Daji is a crafty old vixen, and she is acting as arbiter of the succession. She will use any weapon in her considerable arsenal to achieve her goal and will brook no opposition to her plans. I have spoken to your mother and know what Daji wants."

Both turned to see a young vixen and a black-haired boy walk through the Torii Gate. Both were marked by great powers, and Ying felt that familiar echo of power from the young vixen. Both chatted animatedly as they passed.

"She holds part of Daji's soul," Ying blinked. "And that young man…he's-"

"The reincarnation of her husband? Quite possibly. But he has his own destiny to fulfill before there can be any talk of nuptials." Hoshi sighed. "Now, tell me everything."

Ying spoke, relating everything that had happened up to this day from the initial message that something was amiss in the Hidden Ministry to the Dream to the most recent power spike, of which Hoshi filled in her own take on events of Bunker and the destruction of the Pelt. It made for a somber mood.

"It will not be easy, this I promise you. But enough talk of ancient vixens. Would you care for some tea?"


The carpet was beautiful.

And stealthy as advertised.

Ying relaxed on the carpet as her pilot read the winds, his wand ever pointed forward as he guided the carpet towards the west. It was a moonless night, with only the stars to guide them. There were no words to be said in leaving. She fingered the small talisman that the elder Kitsune gave her upon departing, containing a small fragment of Tomomo's pelt within to aid in masking her presence once she crossed into China. In the distance she could see a storm brewing, and she prayed that she would be true to her god in this pursuit as a flash of lightning briefly illuminated the distant shoreline.


The Hidden Ministry, Beijing

Daji sat quietly and listened to the music. It was an interesting combination of the old and the new, with traditional Chinese musical instruments backed by modern musicians. Yes, the world had changed greatly since she walked free so long ago, but the core traditions and ideas remained the same. Her eyes drifted to the dossiers that sat beside her. Ever since the General spoke her name she had endeavored to learn more about him. Oh she was aware of him ever since the Fallen One had started her research, not to mention the copious notes left by her unlamented predecessor, and had a very good judgement on the good General's character. He was, perhaps, the strongest of the contenders thus far. Second was the Cursed One. He was a known to her from his actions at the founding of the Qin Dynasty, and that sorcerer had earned the enmity of many Gods in the Celestial Court, but they are not playing favorites in this game. Minister Cao fancied himself as a 'Kingmaker' and power behind the throne, and he was useful in his own right, but once his usefulness was over she had plans for him. There were other minor players in the game, but once the stage was fully set and the real game begun those bit players will either bow out or be forced out.

But her wildcard was finally coming into play. Wei Ying. Her agents spotted her at the Shrine run by her 'descendants', and again at the Smuggler's abode. Her decision to sneak into the Middle Kingdom was a wise one, and one that reinforced her decision to seek the young spirit out and woo her to her side. She carried an echo of one of the Treasures with her, and presence will be both a bone of contention and a foil to the Cursed One. It will be a delicate task to bring the young spirit into the fold, one requiring patience and persistence. Her dedication to Guānyǔ might be problematic, but it was not insurmountable.

Natsumi. That young kitsune was one she will have to meet once this is over. So young, yet already she earned her second tail! She thought about the kit and her paramour. A part of her longed for the touch of her husband once again, but this time, this transition of power, will not be a repeat of the past.

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A Belgian Butterknife's Japanese Vacation (II)

11 July 2014

Fujiyoshida, Japan

Ehren du Chasteler's eyes widened as she looked at the snow-covered bulk of Mount Fuji in front of the car.

She had frowned slightly as her GPS application on the phone had showed that they had started out by driving west into the mountains of Japan rather than the expected east to Tokyo and the Kanto Plain. But then Kagotsuruhe had turned south in Otsuki, and they had passed through a tunnel -- which produced an impromptu piano and dagger humming duet of In The Hall Of The Mountain King by Grieg -- that took them into another river valley flowing south.

As the valley turned around a ridge, a beautiful snow-crowned mountain appeared before them in majestic grandeur.

Claire, of course, immediately started to hum a solemn but happy piece that somehow perfectly caught what they were seeing.
Spoiler: Claire Sees Fuji

Ehren whispered in awe. "Mein Gott, that's so beautiful. It's like a dream made real."

Kagotsuruhe nodded. "Fuji-san. The forest between us and the mountain is Aokigahara, one of the most haunted places in Japan."

Colombe murmured, "And the location of the Yokai Reserve that Miho and her children escaped from."

Ehren frowned. "I... spoke to her about that place. It's not right what is being done there and it must be stopped." The dagger's voice was hard and resolute, filled with a controlled fury as her lips thinned.

Kago nodded. "Steps are being taken. My sister Chisuheri will tell you more, since her organization is at the forefront of what is being done. Rest assured that the nonmagical government is well aware of the conditions of the Reserves and it is a matter of grave concern at the highest levels, and all that can be done is being done. As for the magical side, the Magical Diet's power is shifting to Kyoto from the dying shell of the Tokyo Diet, and Kyoto is working hand in hand with the non-magicals to prepare for the fall of the Statute of Secrecy, which will liberate the reserves."

Beside Ehren, Colombe relaxed slightly. "Bon. That is a relief. I... can see why having tens of thousands of people like Miho, Misaki, and Chi-chan would cause the Statute to crumble."

Kagotsuruhe nodded. "Indeed. On a slightly more personal note, Kotegiri left a strong impression on the responsible parties. Some of the clerks at the Diet attended a Noh play that I was acting in the evening after her 'visit'. Their fear and terror at Kotegiri's arrival was... delicious..."

Ehren blinked. "Kotegiri?"

"Masamune-no-Kotegiri. The eldest blade forged by the rival school of swordcrafting to Father's. Tokunotakai is the youngest sister of Kotegiri." Kagotsuruhe passed a truck before continuing. "She learned the uses of terror and intimidation well during the Jidai. Her Master Oda Nobunaga was respected by my First Master Urabe-dono for his understanding of such things." A pause. "She is the Masamune that I have the fewest problems with."

The German dagger nodded her head slowly. "I... see... So, she is an ally of us in dealing with the Reserves?"

Kotegiri nodded. "She is. In that matter, we and the Masamunes stand as one against what was discovered."

Colombe nodded. "To-chan said that she was sending letters to her sisters about what we found when climbing Mount Fuji."

Ehren blinked and Claire made an interested hum. "Climbing Mount Fuji, Mutti?"

Colombe smiled. "Oh yes. That is where I got the walking stick marked with Japanese characters and the headband that are now among my trophies. It is traditional to climb the mountain to observe dawn from the summit. It was beautiful." The smile became much more wistful as the rapier continued, "To-chan said that she had wanted to climb Fujiyama for centuries to fulfill the saying that there are two types of fools, those who never climb Fuji, and those who climb Fuji twice."

Ehren looked at the snow-covered mountain. She then tapped Claire on the shoulder, and nodded to her sister when the piano looked back at her. Claire returned the nod with a sly smile on her face.

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They stopped in Gotemba for lunch, gasoline and a battery recharge, bathroom breaks, and so Claire could get out a pad of staff music and one of her music-themed Cross ballpoint pens to do some composing from her new position in the back seat. After a look at her mother, Ehren took the front passenger seat. She glanced over at her aunt as they headed up the road toward Mount Ashigara where they would cross the ridge that separated them from the coastal plain.

The dagger nibbled her lip as she thought about Kagotsuruhe. She was afraid of her aunt in some fundamental ways deep down, but at the same time was curious about her. Erst nachdenken, dann wagen, she thought to herself as she remembered the words of Helmuth von Moltke, the great Prussian general who smashed France in 1871 to open the path for the reunified Germany to take its place in the sun, first ponder then dare. With a small start she realized that Vati had been named for the Kaiser's strong right arm, and that Mutti had faced his armies on the field of battle at Sedan.

"You do theater, Aunt Kago?" Ehren spoke hesitantly.

The elder Muramasa nodded. "I do. You have an interest?"

Ehren smiled slightly, "Not as an actress, surely. My talents lie in different fields, although I've sung for family before in the band that my cousin Nimue and Claire just put together, and found that I enjoyed that. But I was curious about you."

"Ah." The neutral face revealed nothing as Kago navigated another hairpin turn on the climbing road. "Two reasons I suppose, niece. First, my line of Masters had an interest in the fine arts, they felt that it unbalanced a samurai to be wholly focused on the battlefield, and that terror and fear had a place to carve out a space for more refined pursuits to thrive. Second, I feed upon emotions, especially strong emotions, so the audience for my plays feeds me. I began with Noh shortly after the Restoration and have a talent for evoking certain feelings in the audience, becoming the mirror of the fear that the character engenders in them. Later on, I then began to study and perform in more western-themed traditions such as opera and the plays of Shakespeare initially. My breakthrough there was playing Iago in a performance of Othello in 1948. It is a fascinating contrast to the more native traditions that I grew up with, how both speak to the audience with similar messages in different mechanisms."

Ehren nodded along. "I enjoy opera myself, especially Wagner. There's something that calls to me, calls to all of us really in the majesty and tragedy of life when we experience the stories that are so universal. Love, hatred, greed, lust, remorse, doomed heroism, redemption." The dagger chuckled slightly, "one of the first pieces that Claire played for me after I manifested was the Walhall leitmotif from Das Rheingold in fact."
Spoiler: Valhalla

Ehren began to hum the leitmotif and after a moment, Claire joined in absently as they reached the pass to the Kanto Plain. Kago cocked her head slightly at the joy and love seasoned with well hidden sadness, pain, and regret that her grandniece was radiating to her senses as Ehren remembered her parents and her enjoying the Ring Cycle operas.

The Sword of Hopelessness spoke, "I would be honored if you caught one of my performances. I am scheduled to play Lady Rokujō's role in Aoi no Ue next week at the National Noh Theater and can arrange tickets. It is one of my favorite roles, acting as the evil spirit that haunts Lady Aoi."

Ehren and Claire turned to their mother as one and gave her looks. "Can we please?"

Colombe nodded in resignation. "Oui. Best to make it four tickets and I shall invite To-chan too. Thank you, Aunt Kago."

The elder Muramasa chuckled darkly. "Thank me after the show."

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Presently the mountains were left behind them as they entered the valley of the Sagami river as it flowed through the Kanto Plain to the Pacific. Ehren glanced at her phone then pointed to the peninsula ahead and to the right across the bay. "Zuchi is there, ja?"

Kagotsuruhe nodded. "It is. Chisuheri and the rest of the family are waiting for us there."

Colombe spoke up with a fond smile around her lips. "And Kamakura where To-chan lives at her shrine is further up the coast to the left of the peninsula. She said in her last letter that some of her family want to meet us too. It's time to meet the relatives."

 

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Yellowhammer

A Winter's Shadow Over Kingsport (I)

13 July 2014

Smuggler's Cove, Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Maine, USA

"If any are scandalized that New England, a place of as serious piety as any I know of, should be troubled so much by witches, they should ask themselves this question: Where would the Devil most wish to make his inroads, but in that place where he is hated the most?" — Rev. Ward Phillips, 1788 Thaumaturgical Prodigies in the New-English Canaan
Spoiler: A Briefing In The Woods

With a pop, a quartet of hooded and masked figures in robes under hauberks and tactical gear materialized in a clearing surrounded by pine trees in the untouched virgin wilderness. They immediately swept the area with their wands. Then at a silent hand signal, the leader gestured and began to move down a path weaving through the forest. The other three followed her single file.

Presently she came to a gap between two massive boulders, remnants of the glaciers that had shaped New England. Her wand moved, and a spray of silver mist flowed from it. The mist wafted into the gap, and settled on an intricate spiderweb of warning and detection spells.

With that the witch spoke in a muffled monotone voice. "Figured as much. Antonelli, you're up to bugger their tripwires. Michel, watch the path back in case someone is heading into town. From here on out, stun, interrogate, and Obliviate if possible, if not, you are cleared to neutralize them, just try to keep it quiet as long as possible. Goldstein and I will stand over-watch."

She walked back along the path and hopped up onto a rock, grimacing as she pulled a bottle of Wakey-up Brew from her web belt. Her other hand pulled back the hood, revealing the tired face of Delilah de Breuil with bags under her eyes.

The Muramasa muttered "nothing for it" to herself. She then chugged the potion with a grimace at the taste.

The other figure pulled her own hood down to reveal Tina Goldstein. The gray-haired witch looked at Delilah as she fingered a gold Star of David necklace before tucking it away. She rubbed her face briefly and then spoke in her New York City accent with traces of her native Yiddish. "You better be right about this, Delilah. We are stretched thin as is as Aurors and members of MIB, never mind this."

Delilah de Breuil looked grim as she finished drinking the potion. "I hope I'm wrong about this, Tina. I really really do." She took a deep breath and blew it out through her teeth as she scanned the darkened woods slowly and then nodded wearily. "Right, time to explain what I think is going on here so you know what we are probably up against."

The Muramasa spoke in a flat voice. "There's a big and ugly pattern here. Abyssal attacks have spiked on the coast between Halifax and Boston this year." Delilah raised her index finger. "Worse yet, the Abyssals are dodging shipgirl and steel hull patrols effortlessly to hit Portland, Kennebunkport, Portsmouth down in New Hampshire and even managed to get up the Kennebec River to hit the shipyards at Bath hard. Every time with fog, bad weather, and early warning radar systems failing until they hit."

A second finger got raised, "I accessed some no-maj data about missing person cases in New England through my FBI contacts and they are centered here. The FBI thinks this is untouched wilderness, as they should with all the no-maj repelling charms and illusions woven through here from the Wabanaki Indians and then some of the First Families fleeing Salem to settle here. Also the timing is indicative. Seven people vanish, then the Abyssals attack soon afterward. Lather, rinse, repeat. Six have recently vanished in the last month."

Delilah's expression turned coldly murderous. As she lifted her ring finger, a flaming orange imperial topaz centerpiece shimmered from the platinum and diamond ring that she wore. "Third point, and this was before our time. According to Emily when I was her trainee, there was an 'incident' on Woods Island, just up the coast. Human sacrifice to the 'gods of the deep' using no-maj as the sacrifices according to her. Coincident with some truly foul weather and a spate of no-maj shipwrecks. Centered on that lighthouse that was built in 1839. Her report on what was going down in 1853 was suppressed, according to her because it would have embarrassed a few prominent MACUSA scions who got rich in the shipping trade. Winter Prime cross-checked and there were three 'unexplained sudden deaths' among the families she named in 1853.

A fourth finger was raised. "That lighthouse was renovated in 1854 with a granite tower and my mother says that certain people on our side of the fence were behind that and owned the local company doing the repairs according to our family's business records when I asked her. Then there were 'unexplained paranormal events'. Suicides, a double murder, disappearances. TOTEM claimed that facility in 1896 and have owned it ever since, especially since the no-maj automated and abandoned the lighthouse in 1986 according to the records that I have accessed."

With that Delilah looked at the other three members of the Winters Network. "Finally after I put those pieces together, I asked Copper Quintus to poke around here quietly. He went in three days ago as a regional salesman for McTawney Broomsticks delivering an order and missed four check-in times with me. So I'm convinced there's something rotten in the state of Maine and I'm going to kick its teeth in." She drew her revolver and charms and enchantments flared to life when she cocked her hammer. "Permanently."

Tina adjusted her combat harness absently as she continued watching for signs of any activity. "That all makes sense but that doesn't explain why you have to lead us, Del. You're burning both ends against the middle and you just got back from exorcising that ghost horse in Nebraska pulling double duty as an Auror. I should know because I'm covering your timecard."

Delilah sighed deeply. "Because I owe it to him, to you all, to pay the blood price to his killers if my mistakes got him killed," Her head swiveled toward the hidden village waiting at the end of the path and she spoke with tears in her voice, "and I owe it to Emily to make sure what she fought and bled to stop stays stopped. This is more important to America than my life in the end, after all. The price of liberty is eternal vigilance."

Tina nodded in agreement, followed by the other two members of the Winters Network. She then pulled the hook of her robes over her head to hide her identity. "From your lips to the Almighty's ears, Del."

Delilah followed suit as the spiderweb of alarm, nondetection, and lethal traps warped to provide an entrance to the hidden village.

As she felt the familiar spells shrouding her identity envelop her avatar just as her enchanted robes did, she thought to herself, if I don't check in then my backup plan activates and Alondra hits this place like the wrath of God with a shipgirl-backed SWAT team and the Statute of Secrecy goes up in smoke when MACUSA goes spare. Better to have MACUSA panic then let any segment of MACUSA and TOTEM looking to 'cull the no-majs' using the Abyssals as pawns walk.

 

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lt_agn02

Aso just stared at the snacks and juice set in front of her by the blonde submarine. Half of them were even snacks she used to enjoy in Japan. The other half consisted of either American things like chips and cookies or some strange combination of the two, like the furikake popcorn.

Despite the difference, no matter how many cookies the transport ship nearby stole from her, it still felt like a bowl of police station katsudon.

Hesitantly, she grabbed one of the yellow square-looking things and took a bite out of it. The texture was soft and a bit stretchy like mochi, but here was something else to it that she didn't account for. Yet the savory sweet flavor urged her to eat more.

"So, Aso," Bowfin started to say, "since I'm going to be your minder on-base, tell me about yourself."

The carrier nervously gulped down the last bite of her snack and turned to the submarine in front of her.

"Unryuu-class standard aircraft carrier Aso, last ship of the Unryuu class," the girl responded. "I-It's my first time being stationed so far from Japan."

"I see. I heard…"

"...From Arizona-san in Sasebo that I was a jingoistic jackass?" Aso finished.

"Yes." The submarine shifted her eyes left and right. "Anything else? Just based on what Arizona told me about you, you can't be just volunteering to fight here."

The carrier wanted to say something, but couldn't. What was she supposed to say? That she was captured by the remnants of a Japanese magical military unit? That she broke the youkai out and set up a village for them?

It seemed simple enough. It was just like trying to tell Admiral Shimada. But at the same time, it felt impossible. She tried opening her mouth to say something, but the words felt like gravel in her throat.

Next to her, Tsushima Maru looked up from her "prize" of one ice cream sundae and at the carrier she enthusiastically shouted that she found. "It's okay. You can tell us. Honestly speaking, Bowfin-mama killed me once, so we're already used to the whole tragic backstory thing."

"Tsushima-"

"I'm not lying though?" The transport ship added.

Bowfin took a minute to take in a deep breath. "Fine...you have a point."

Tsushima Maru shoveled a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. "But if you don't want to say anything either. That's ok too."

The carrier hesitantly nodded. At least that was a way out. Even now, the thought of what happened back then burned in the back of her mind. She took a deep breath and relaxed. She didn't have to confess everything.

Aso stared up at her older sisters. "I promise I won't run away anymore."

She clenched her fists.

What was she doing?

Why is she so hesitant to talk about it?

Why did she want to take that secret to her grave?

What was the point?

She had to say something. Anything.

Yet the words escaped her.

Seeing the carrier's indecision, Bowfin stood up and held a fried ball of dough in front of Aso's face, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Here," the submarine prodded. "It's called a malasada. If you're not ready, I'm not gonna force you."

Aso glanced at the sugar-coated donut and could already feel the drool forming in her mouth. Reluctantly, she took hold of it and began to eat.

The fluffy fried dough melted in her mouth while the sugar tickled her tastebuds. Before she knew it, the malasada was gone, with nothing but sugar crystals stuck to her hands.

"Whoa! Cool!"

The carrier snapped out of her post-snack haze and glanced behind her. With a sparkling look in her eyes, the transport ship had taken a hold of the cloth-wrapped sword she had strapped to her bag and had easily, yet carefully unwrapped the cloth.

"H-Hey! Don't touch that!" Aso scolded lightly. "It's a genuine Masamune, so it's expensive!"

Bowfin cocked her eyebrow. "A genuine Masamune?"

"H-Hai. I begged one of his descendants to make it for me."

"So technically, it's not made by the master, just in his style."

"H-Hai…"

The submarine crossed her arms. "Tsushima, could you bring it here?"

The transport ship nodded and diligently brought the katana over to her guardian, who took it with both hands.

Before Aso could protest, Bowfin drew the blade and examined it closely. With a nod, she returned the blade to its scabbard and handed it to the carrier. "Go on, wear it."

"I-I don't think…"

"Just wear it," the submarine chided coldly. "If you were going to bring your own weapon that didn't come with your gear, at least be prepared to actually use it, not let it be some shitty decorative piece. Be grateful that ship girls here have at least some relaxed rules regarding weapons on their person."

Nervously, the carrier fished the obi out of her bag and wrapped it around herself. When she finished tying it off, she slipped her precious sword into its appropriate spot and secured it to her obi with its saya.

'What would Houshou-san think of me now?' She thought.

"You use a bow too, right?" Tsushima Maru asked. "You're like a real samurai!" While the young girl's eyes were sparkling, a fairy materialized on her shoulder. The fairy whispered something in her ear, making the pre-teen light up even more. "Hey, I'll be right back!"

The carrier watched the transport ship in confusion before she turned to Bowfin. Whatever the girl was planning, that question had to wait for the moment. More importantly…

"By the way, Bowfin-san…" Aso asked nervously. "What...What's the relationship between…"

"Oh, that?" Bowfin answered with a small groan. "It's kinda...complicated."

Next to her, Aso fidgeted with her sword. "I...I can tell. She said you killed her, but she still calls you 'mama' for some reason."

"It's not like I wanted her to call me her mama," the submarine retorted. "I do have regrets about hitting her with torpedoes back in the war. I'm not going to lie about that. Even if I say that it was a mistake, it still doesn't change that fact."

"That...That doesn't really answer everything."

Bowfin shrugged. "I honestly don't know how it has gotten to this point. A few years ago, I went to her memorial to apologize for everything and for some reason, now I'm acting like a single mother to her." She let out a sigh. "It's tiring, but as long as I can make it up to her, I'm happy. This time around, I at least want to protect her."

Aso nodded with a little reluctance. She could understand that.

Sorta.

A mischievous grin emerged on the young girl's face as she re-entered the room. "Can I hold your sword again? I promise I'll be careful."

"I don't think…"

A hand fell on Aso's shoulder. "Tsushima Maru, what do you think you're doing?" Bowfin asked, putting some distance between the carrier and the transport ship.

The transport ship took a small sheet of paper out of her pocket. "Um...magic? I wanted to see if I can enchant a sword."

"With what, exactly?"

"Um...I know this thing with kitchen knives that makes them easier to maintain, so I was wondering…"

Aso's head snapped around so fast the submarine thought she had a broken neck. "Magic?! Tsushima Maru knows magic?!"

Bowfin nodded. "Apparently. A few of the kids that were on board during the incident were magicals." She then turned to the transport ship. "All right, spill it. What are you plotting? Because I know for a fact that you have more than one ofuda in your hands."

With a blush on her face, Tsushima Maru fanned the group she was holding. "Um...a sharpness preservation charm, a self-cleaning charm, a self-protection charm, and an armament charm?"

Aso turned to the transport ship in confusion. "I can guess what the first two are for, but an armament charm?"

"It's a super-cool charm you can attach to anything!" The girl exclaimed. "You hold your hand out like 'Come!' and the thing goes 'Woosh!'" She turned excitedly to Bowfin. "Show her, Bowfin-mama! Show her!"

An exhausted groan on her lips, Bowfin stuck her right hand out to her side. Astonishingly, the diving knife that sat on the tabletop nearby flew into her hand while a slack-jawed Aso simply watched.

It was just like that one American movie she saw.

That fact alone made her giddy, not that she would care to admit it.

"It even works underwater," Bowfin added. "I can't tell you how many times I lost this thing only for it to come back when I called for it. Doesn't work when the object is already on your person, which makes sense, but still kinda sucks."

Aso, for her part, could practically feel herself drooling. Making the sword easier to maintain was one thing. Making it so she not only can't lose it but it is at her beck and call is another matter entirely.

It was a samurai's dream to have a sword like that!

She tried shaking the thought off. Emphasis on "tried". But she couldn't help but feel tempted by this young girl's proposal.

A sword that flies into your hand the instant you want it to.

A sword that never gets a dull edge.

A sword that is easy to maintain.

A sword that…

"Wait, what was the other charm you said?" Aso asked.

Tsushima Maru held up a single ofuda. "A self-protection charm. It mostly used with kitchen knives so it literally can't cut you or whoever is using it."

"Wait, so even if an Abyssal steals it, it won't cut me? At all?"

"Um...kinda?" the transport answered. "When I used it on a kitchen knife, the edge feels like it's made of blunted rubber. It would still hurt, but not as much, I think."

And a sword that can't be used by anyone else but her!

The girl excitedly gripped her katana and prepared to hand it over to the transport ship.

The descendant of Masamune shook his head. "A good sword is simple. An amateur that desires the fanciest sword is the biggest fool in the world." He formally handed over the brand-new katana with the name "Kyoufuu (Strong Wind)" engraved on the tang. "A name is one thing. But to over-accessorize a sword before you have even wielded it in anger is an insult to the sword."

Aso paused at the memory just as she was about to remove the sword from her obi.

Houshou shook her head. "I'm not angry, Aso-san. I'm disappointed."

Aso looked at the transport ship. Then at the sword. Then at the ready and willing Tsushima Maru. Then back at her beloved sword.

"...Not...Not right now, Tsushima Maru-san," the carrier painfully admitted as she slipped her weapon back into her obi. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

One day, she thought, she might take up the transport ship's offer.

Maybe when she feels like she's worthy enough to wield Kyoufuu.

For now, there were more of these malasada things in the box. Better eat them now before they get cold.

 

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Yellowhammer

A Belgian Butterknife's Japanese Vacation (III)

11 July 2014

Lantern Kamakura Hotel, Kamakura, Japan
Spoiler: Ehren Meets The Family

Ehren du Chasteler took a deep breath and began to run through her mental checklist.

She hefted the small Rot-Weiss-Essen gym bag with the necessities of vacation life that she had just finished inventorying (waterproof pouch containing needed travel documents and cash both mundane and magical, compact makeup and lipstick case, hairbrush, toothpaste, suntan lotion, emergency Portkey home to get Claire out of trouble, phone & charger, earbuds and iPod, spare sheath for her dagger body, her magical signet ring as Du Chasteler heiress, copy of The Dark Forces: A Guide To Self-Protection magical book for light reading, and the pommel pin that she had removed from her hilt secretly and then regenerated using some spare Repair Fluid yesterday).

Alles in Ordnung.

With that she glanced at the two suitcases containing her clothes, and the hang-up bag containing her nice dresses. She shook her head slightly at the impulse to change her clothes to something from them since Aunt Kago had said that this was an informal meet and greet with her aunts at their beach house.
Spoiler: Ehren's T Shirt

With that she performed a precise about-face and marched to the bathroom mirror, surveying the ponytailed blond girl inside it critically. Steel-blue eyes with the barest almond shape narrowed slightly below pale wheat-blond eyebrows that framed her thin blade of a nose, pointed chin, and high cheekbones. She automatically straightened the black Überfrau T-shirt that she wore over the efficient two-piece swimsuit that she had bought at Harrods. She relaxed slightly as she felt the reassuring weight and heft of her hidden dagger body in the sheath sewn into the hip of her khaki baggy beach shorts while she smirked at her reflection. Automatically she snapped her heels together, then frowned slightly as her new beach sandals did not produce the expected sharp slap of leather on leather that she preferred.

Pity.

With that observation she grabbed her gym bag and headed out of her room, automatically locking the door behind herself with the offered room key.

Following Mother's example, she bowed and spoke some halting words of thanks in her barely studied Japanese to the desk clerk before heading outside.

Ehren sighed slightly as she walked toward the sidewalk to wait for Aunt Kago to return from her fill-up on the car. The spell that Mother had used and cast on her made gaining fluency in a language far easier since it allowed her to pick out the tonal sounds clearly and relayed some information about their meaning directly to her mind.

The problem, of course, was that the more foreign the language was to her, the harder it was to break through to gain proficiency. She looked at the kanji signs, and reflected that she was learning a language that was not even in the same family as her native German, and fully fluent English and French to the point of using a derivation of the Chinese alphabet for its writing rather than the Latin-derived letters that she was used to. Mother had said that the longer she was around Japanese-speakers the more she would pick up and the easier it would be.

She sincerely hoped so, since she felt uncomfortable standing out the way that she did. Not knowing the language was bad enough, but her pale skin and blond hair stood out in the crowd of Japanese in town. Being exposed and vulnerable was a feeling that caused her some emotional reactions as a dagger.

She smiled at Claire as the piano, now dressed in a turquoise beach dress, flip flops, and a white sunhat, appeared at the door. Ehren, who was wise in the ways of Big Piano Sisters and had spent her whole life watching over and protecting Claire ever since her sister had awakened, picked up the subtle signs of worry. With that spike of insight, the blonde dagger walked to her sister and spoke quietly as she placed a gentle reassuring hand on Claire's shoulder,"don't worry, they will love you just like everyone else does. Mother and Grandmother and Aunt Kago wouldn't take you to see them if they did not love music." Ehren paused and then continued, "besides, as Aunt Kago told me, fighting is just a small part of what a warrior does. Aunt Kago acts in the theater, and you play piano to make wonderful the space that our steel protects and guards."

Claire's relieved smile lit her face up and she gave Ehren a thankful hug as they waited for Aunt Kago to return from filling the car up.

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JNHRO Beach House, Zuchi, Japan

The car stopped in the driveway and Ehren gave Claire's hand a reassuring squeeze as the dagger put a small smug smile on her face.

Ehren opened the car door and got out, automatically sweeping the area for threats to her sister. She relaxed minutely as her scan identified no threats. After all she was the last line of defense for her beloved sister, and Mother had told her the day Claire manifested to keep her company and keep her safe.

Ehren would sooner die than let her sister come to harm.

Claire hopped out to join her and then smiled happily. "Ehren! They have a private beach! Now I know why Mother wanted us to bring our swimsuits!"

Ehren murmured "Ja. It seems that a beach party is planned."

Kagotsuruhe nodded, "That was the plan, yes. Go through the gate there to the beach and I will go collect my sisters since it seems they are busy inside. Again." Meanwhile Colombe retrieved the suitcase that held the rest of the presents to hand to Kago.

Colombe watched Kago enter the house like the Angel of Death and chuckled. "I have met them a little and I am not surprised. They are like cats squabbling at times. It runs in Father's family, apparently."

Ehren rubbed her chin in thought as they walked through the gate. That did explain much about Mutti's relationships to her sisters if such was genetic. Beside her, Claire hummed some bars from Mannheim Steamroller's Come Home To The Sea.
Spoiler: Music For a Butterknife Beach Party

Then the back door to the patio and beach opened and Ehren focused on the movement inside. Family....

Ehren's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of a sextet of apparent young women approaching from the opened door. One Japanese girl in a modest black one-piece swimsuit was being pushed in a wheelchair by a yellow eyed and greyish-white haired tanned woman in a pink one-piece swimsuit with goldfish patterns on it who was chattering to her happily.

Right behind the duo was a tall and slender woman with a shaggy 'mom' haircut and an extremely put-upon expression on her face in a blue two-piece bikini who was nodding along at something the equally silver-haired woman in a mandala-patterned one-piece blue swimsuit was saying with a disgusted look on her face.

A purple haired girl in a skimpy string bikini showing prints of various cartoon girls with vacant drooling expressions followed with a smug smirk as she whistled and skipped down the path.

Finally the last one was a slender young woman with red hair and a green two-piece with sarong who was carrying a picnic basket in both hands in front of her after she slid the door shut.

Colombe murmured, "the two in front are Nameless in the wheelchair and Kyoshu-chan pushing her. Behind her are Umitsubame on the left and Chisuheri on the right." The rapier sighed. "Akutoku...why, just WHY? Suisei is bringing up the rear. No Juuchi, Tonbo, or Norimune, I wonder what happened to them?"

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A Winter's Shadow Over Kingsport (II)

13 July 2014

Kingsport, Smuggler's Cove, Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Maine, USA

Take up the White Man's burden,
And reap his old reward--
The blame of those ye better
The hate of those ye guard--
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"

Take up the White Man's burden--
Ye dare not stoop to less--
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness.
By all ye will or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your God and you.

Take up the White Man's burden!
Have done with childish days--
The lightly-proffered laurel,
The easy ungrudged praise:
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers.
— Rudyard Kipling, 1899, "The White Man's Burden"
Spoiler: A Quiet Village

Delilah de Breuil crept through the darkened and hushed woods at the head of her strike squad of MIB agents enveloped in her Demiguise-hair MIB-issue Invisibility Cloak layered with Disillusionment Charms to make her blend nearly perfectly into the darkened forest. A spectral ghost among mist-shrouded spectral trees, passing unseen until it was time to strike from surprise from the shadows.

Just as she had done in 2002 in the Pakistani Federally Administered Tribal Areas of North Waziristan while on the trail of a Shayṭān Imam who was scheming with the Taliban to finish the job that the destruction of the Bamiyan Buddha statues in Afghanistan had started. A hunt that had ended with a village burned to the ground unexpectedly when her bullet had caused the rogue jinn to explode in a firestorm in his death agonies.

Behind her hood her eyes moved constantly. One cold green eye concentrated on the readings of her Omniocular where it hung from her headband to show magical traces, spells, and warn of danger. The other glowed like a cat's with a Lakota hunting charm to let her see in the starlit midnight shrouded woods as if it was high noon.

Just as she had done in 1998 while putting down a Hidebehind outbreak from the Taconic Mountain Reserve in Massachusetts before they could start eating humans again. A hunt that had ended with some of the most deadly and stealthiest wild predators of the Americas dead at the hands and bullets of a greater predator.

Her right hand held her revolver body ready for action with all her silencing and flash suppression charms fully activated. Her left hand glowed like a firefly with a spell to make the motions visible to her team. It shifted soundlessly to lay parallel with the ground and pumped up and down in the command for 'SLOW' as she slowed her pace as she approached the first field surrounding the village.

Just as she had done in 1943 in Italy when she infiltrated Monte Cassino with her unit to secure certain invaluable historical and magical manuscripts hidden there by the Catholic Church before it was destroyed by Allied bombers in February of 1944.

She began to move forward at a slow pace, then froze, her left hand shooting out in a fist with her thumb pointed to the ground in the 'UNKNOWN SPOTTED' sign as a pair of gaunt and famished figures moved from the right of her field of vision. Her hand then flashed up to face the palm toward the others in the 'STOP' sign as she knelt, her pistol covering the figures as behind her the other MIB agents repeated the signal and smoothly shifted into a diamond defensive formation as they knelt.

Just as she had done in 1917 in Mexico as she had tracked down one of the Kaiser's agents who was looking to persuade Magical Mexico to join the war against the Entente.

Behind her hood, Delilah's lips thinned at the data coming in from her Omnioculars, then curled in a satisfied smug smirk as the figures continued to walk past her. Cold green eyes noticed the antlers on what appeared to be deer heads and the skeletal ribs visible under their fur as they walked on two human legs past her.

Finally they passed out of sight and Delilah relaxed marginally before making a bird call and tapping the side of her head.

Rustles sounded and the other three agents joined her. Delilah spoke in a quiet murmured undertone. "We are in the right place. They have a pair of Kee-Wakw patrolling. Kin to the Wendigo, but somewhat weaker and you can bind them to a talisman for obedience.... If you want to get the Death Potion for corpse desecration, blood rituals, and Dark Magic along with unauthorized use of TOTEM's Magical Weapons Development's brainstorm using some of the data from World War II. Also, since they are undead...."

She reached into her equipment pouch and pulled out four carved bone rings. "Take one and put these on. They will render us invisible to them. If you have to fight them, the only way to kill one is to melt the figure made of coldest ice that takes the place of their hearts and contains their soul so cast accordingly. Gear check when we are done and then we proceed after ten. Go silent."

Delilah took the last of the rings and slipped it on her left middle finger to rest next to the reassuring weight and warmth of her wedding band. She took a deep breath and let it out as she waited for the others to slap her on the shoulder to indicate readiness.

While the Kee-Wakw were not strictly speaking illegal for authorized MACUSA facilities, she had seen no evidence that Kingsport was authorized their use. Unless, a cold voice that sounded like her mother hissed in her hind brain, this was classified and hidden from us deliberately. She hoped with all her heart that this was a rogue necromancer or cell, but she was glumly afraid that this was something far, far more toxic to the country that she loved so dearly.

With that in mind, she reached inside one of her pouches and touched the square metal wafer inside. Her finger found the button and began to depress it in the patterns of Morse code.

-.. . .-.. / -.-. --- -.. . / --. .-. .- -.-- / .. -. ..-. .. .-.. - .-. .- - .. -. --. (DEL CODE GRAY INFILTRATING)

She repeated the message twice and then felt a slap on her left shoulder blade. She raised both her hands above her head high and looked back at her team, making sure that they were watching her signs. She then dropped her right hand to put her revolver back into firing position, moved her left palm to face forward, and waved it forward three times to signal the advance.

The village past the field was dark and seemed abandoned.

She halted in the shadow of a carved granite obelisk marked KINGSPORT-ESTABLISHED 1696 to let her team assemble and give a silent briefing.

As she began to pass between unlit and silent houses rain began to fall.

Delilah breathed a sigh of relief, for what stealth that she would lose with the rain falling on her cloak would be more than made up for with the muffling of sounds and sight that the rainstorm signaled.

House after house, street and alley passed with no sign of life, like images in an opium dream.

Delilah crept from shadow to shadow deeper into Kingsport like a cat, her team at her heels.

Then she heard the rhythmic sounds of muffled chanting from up ahead.

In the distance, offshore, a flash of lightning showed storm tossed wind and wave pounding the shore.

Delilah's eyes narrowed to slits as her lips drew back in a coldly furious smirk.

A second flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder sounded as Delilah and her team reached the village common as cold rain fell harder.

Across the green grass, there were dim yellow lights leaking through the side shutters of a Georgian church made of white clapboard with a tall pyramidal spire.
Spoiler: The Meeting Hall

Delilah paused in the shadow of a darkened and silent house, measuring fire angles, observation points as her team took positions.

Then her eyes widened in shock as thunder nearly deafened her and rain began to fall.

A third bolt of lightning had just struck the oddly shaped black iron weather-vane atop the church steeple.

Energies began to coruscate in crackling arcs of blue-white electricity around the spire.

The flash had shown her a pair of pale white female human figures with lank white hair standing in the shadow of the pillars leading to the steps.

Figures with red eyes.

 

[darthcourt10]

Harry Leferts

"Shiro, relax, you're overthinking things."

Eyebrow twitching a little, Shiromizu turned towards an amused Jin, "Senpai, you've seen what they have done!" Making a gesture towards her "House", she continued, "I wanted a home. Just a small, modest house at the most... Instead, they built me a freaking palace!"

Raising a finger, Jin grinned despite himself, "More like a manor, though I suppose back in the Heien it would have been a palace fit for a local Daimyo. Not so much come the Sengoku Jidai, however and definitely not when the Edo Era came around."

Only facepalming, the younger Mizuchi groaned, "Not helping, Senpai. Not helping at all..."

Lips twitching, Jin gave a shrug, "Not trying to really, Shiro. But look at it in another way, they're letting you know that they care deeply and this is their way of showing it. They're pretty swanky digs after all."

Yet again, Shiromizu's hands met her face in a forbidden embrace, "Senpai..." With a sigh, however, she separated the lovers once more, "I'm just worried about what my residence on the other side looks. The way that Suihou-Chan, Himewari-Chan, and Ryo-Kun talk... it's much more..." Pausing, she considered her next words before the Mizuchi nodded, "Extravagant, than what I have here."

Tone drier than a creek in a drought, the older of the two snorted, "That is putting it mildly, Kid. You have a castle." Ignoring the groan, Jin scratched her chin in thought, "Though that is not really that uncommon to be frank. Most Ryuu, Mizuchi and Wani, have a castle in the Spiritual Realm. Just one of those things."

Blinking, Shiromizu looked at her curiously, "Does that mean that you have one, Senpai?"

Much to her confusion, Jin grimaced and looked away, "Kind of. Uh, long story short? It is not in much better shape than I am to say the least." She then waved it off as if it was one of the biting insects that called her stream home one upon a time, "Anyways, that is beside the point. You got a castle like most Mizuchi do. And technically, you're pulling double duty as both the spirit of your river and the spirit of the mountain. So that puts more issues on you regarding that sort of bullshit."

Lost, the younger of the two scratched her head, "I'm still not quite sure what to do with that, Senpai. No one's really explained what happens with it."

Glancing at her, Jin was quiet for a few moments before frowning, "Technically you could hold both positions on a permanent basis. While there might be some grumbles, there would not be too many though some of the other Mizuchi would frown because of the power that you would gain. Right now? You're basically acting as a caretaker for the position. Which means that you get to chose when and to whom that you give it up to. They can petition the higher Kami, but... in general, it would be up to you in the end."

Still frowning, Shiromizu furrowed her eyebrows, "But... what does that even mean?"

With a small shrug, Jin shook her head, "You hand over the position to them on a ceremony. Personally? I would chose someone that you can trust and get along with well enough. You don't want to have someone that you would have fucking issues with in regards to being in control of where your spring comes from. Never ends well, trust me on that."

Considering that, the younger Mizuchi hummed, "Yes, but the question is what limits are there?"

Needless to say, she was confused as Jin facepalmed, "Goddammit... I knew that I was missing something. Right." Turning to the confused Shiromizu, she cleared her throat, "So you're wondering whom can become a Mountain Kami, right?"

Expression lighting up, Shiromizu nodded, "Hai, Senpai! That is what I am wondering because, well... there's not a lot on it."

With a snort, the undead Mizuchi rolled her eyes, "Of course there isn't." Sighing and making a gesture, Jin continued, "Right, well the long and short of it, Kid, is that there is no limits. You don't even need to be a Kami in order for one to become the Mountain Kami. Back in the old days, one of the easy ways to become a Kami was just to come up to a Mountain Kami and kill them in a fight before taking their place. A couple of humans did that to become immortal. Sort of frowned upon nowadays." Scratching her chin on thought, she continued, "There are other ways as well... okay, a bit of a history lesson is coming up and I'm going to bring up some old shit to explain it. This shit dates back to the Age of Gods with all the problems there were."

Her eyes widening, Shiromizu boggled a bit, "It goes back that far?!"

Just snorting, Jin smirked, "You bet it does." Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath, "Right, I'll skip over most of the beginning as you know about it including the disagreement between the Heavenly Kami and Earthly Kami when Amaterasu told her grandson to come down to Earth, kick ass and chew bubblegum, and bubblegum hadn't been invented yet-"

Raising her finger, the younger of the two Mizuchi frowned, "Chew bubblegum? Really?"

Jin gave a snort, "I know, but that is what she said apparently, something got lost in translation or those writing the books didn't want to put it in there. But she knew about bubblegum somehow and meme'd it before it was a thing." Pausing, she frowned, "She just laughs whenever someone brings it up." For a few moments, the Mizuchi thought about it before shrugging, "Anyways, not important and the conflict was something partially solved through the marriage of Ningi and Konohanasakuya-Hime which united the two sides." It was then that Jin made a motion with her hand, "See, there were these mountain gods back then, and they were old fucks and were worshipped by the Jomon and later the Yayoi and the Yamato. These gods took the form of human-like monkeys, like their descendants the Sarugami... and were generally a bunch of raging fucking assholes like you would not believe." Looking at her, the older Mizuchi frowned, "Seriously, they were dickbags of the highest degree."

In reply, Shiromizu blinked, "Seriously Senpai? And, wait... monkeys? You mean that bit about Sarugami being devolved Mountain Kami is true?!"

Waggling her hand, her Senpai shook her head, "Kind of? The Sarugami are their descendants. But yeah, they were a bunch of bastard coated asshole dicks. Sun Wukong showed up once, met them, and after a little bit went 'Dude, you're a fucking bunch of assholes! Calm your shit!' And... proceeded to wreck all their shit when they got pissed at this monkey dude from over the sea insulting them and tried to attack. Ended up with him literally shoving the shit-gibbons into their own shit face first and running off cackling like the lovable scamp he is. We all had a laugh at seeing that bunch humiliated."

Very slowly, Shiromizu blinked at that, 'Wat.'

Meanwhile, not noticing what reaction she got, Jin continued, "You know all those stories about Sarugami coming down from the mountains and abducting women to rape? While some were Sarugami... it was mostly from the old stories as the monkey gods did that sort of thing. Like, they would see a hot chick and go 'I want a piece of that' before having a go. Usually, they would kill most of the humans around said girl who would try to, you know, help her? And most of the children and descendants would become the Sarugami. Remember once about... oh... fifteen hundred years ago now? There was this one really asshole one who lived on Mount Takao. Chased this young girl all the way to my river and as much of an asshole as the old me was, there were certain lines not to cross. Wrecked all his shit and sent him scrambling back to his home. One of the few times the old me picked someone in our weight category."

Unknown to her, one of her cultists heard this and widened their eyes, 'The Dark One truly is a mighty being...'

Gesturing with her hand, and ignoring the shiver that went down her back, Jin frowned, "Though not all of them were, uh, interested in girls. I mean, there was this one female who... Er... liked her males young, if you catch my drift. And had a large number in her lair..."

Expression one of distaste, Shiromizu gave her a look, "Is there a point behind this, Senpai? Besides being really disturbing?"

Amused more than anything else, the older Mizuchi lightly laughed, "Just giving some background. Anyways, yeah, assholes. What made them worse was that they loved alcohol, which not only made many of them bigger assholes, but also gave them visits from the Good Idea Fairy." The grimace returned to her face a moment later, "As shown when, about two decades after Ningi and Konohanasakuya-Hime, one of Amaterasu's attendants was visiting and enjoying the sakura in said female Kami's garden when one of the monkey gods, drunk, saw her."

Paling, Shiromizu stared at her, "He didn't... please don't let her have been..."

In reply, a serious faced Jin raised one hand with her fingers inches apart, "Well, it was a really near thing as Ningi and Konohanasakuya-Hime stumbled across them as he was trying to tear her clothes off. To say that the female Kami of Mount Fuji blew is putting it... mildly. Unfortunately, he managed to escape and things began to boil over. Amaterasu was pretty pissed and caused a number of Earthly Kami piss themselves at seeing her show up in full war regalia for what had been done to her attendant. Some of those Earthly Kami who still held grudges started arming themselves while others, who had to back them up due to alliances did so much slower. It looked like a second war would happen when the leaders of us Earthly Kami stepped up and tried to defuse the situation. They managed to talk her out of just killing all of us and such, when Ningi offered a solution." One finger raised, Jin frowned, "Basically, if someone killed one of them, they could take their place. But it could not be one of the Heavenly Kami who did so. After a talk with his grandmother, he got Amaterasu to agree."

A frown on her face, the younger Mizuchi gave her a look, "That could not have just been it, right? There was more to it than that..."

That caused Jin to grin, "And you would be right. You see, there was a young human boy who knew the attendant. Had a crush on her and everything, thus was angry about what happened. As well, he was the only male that she would let touch her after what happened, even as he grew from a young boy to a young man. But... he was mortal and she was Kami, until he found out about the agreement. He went to Amaterasu and asked for help, and she smiled and provided him with two items: one was a jug of Susanoo's sake, and a special sake dish that turned any drink placed into it into pure spring water. And so he headed of to the lair of the asshole and, along the way, came across a female monkey who helped him on his journey. With her help, he managed to get past various obstacles and the like to make it to the lair... where it was revealed she was his target's daughter, and wanted revenge for what happened to her mother. The young man challenged the monkey god to a drinking contest, which, laughing, he agreed to. The two drank and drank, with the young man drinking only water. Until the god was too drunk and fell to the floor, at which point the young man struck and cut off his head, ascending to his place. He then returned to the attendant, with the female Sarugami following, and got married to them both."

Eyebrow raising at that, Shiromizu snorted, "The others could not have liked that."

Unable to help herself, Jin cackled, "No, they did not. But there was nothing that they could do, either. Over the centuries they've basically been killed off by humans, Tengu, Oni, Kitsune, and other Yokai who took their place. The ones who didn't get killed and are still around are the ones who weren't raging fucking dickbags."

More than a little curious, Shiromizu cocked her head to the side, "There's still some around?"

Her grin widening, Jin snickered, "You know about the Hibagon?"

That caused the younger of the two to blink, "The Japanese Bigfoot seen in Hiroshima Prefecture around Mount Hiba..." She trailed off and gave her Senpai a disbelieving look, "No, that..."

Only nodding, Jin cackled a bit, "Yeah, he's one of the remaining monkey gods. Nice guy, but loves the reactions he gets just by stepping into view of people. Doesn't do anything, just stands there and stares." After a moment, she gave a shrug, "Anyways, that is about the sum of it. There's other rules mind you, like how you can only be the Kami of one mountain. If you kill another Kami, it just leaves that place vacant, like what's happened here. Or... you can give up the position to someone else." Crossing her arms, the Mizuchi hummed, "That happened up at a mountain overlooking Okayado, which has a lot of Yokai living there. A Tengu gave up the position to an Inaba, mainly because he had a lot of debts and figured that she would be trapped by them if he went back to being a normal Tengu. As it turned out? He chose... poorly. As for the Inaba? She's been talking with the government to change the name of her mountain from what I heard."

It went without saying that the other Mizuchi just blinked at that.

Not long after, as they continued chatting, they finally reached their destination which was Shiromizu's Shrine. Waiting there were not just her attendants and Misa, but also Kat and Arutemisu. The Inaba had an interested look on his face as he looked at the torii before turning to her and bowing, "Lady Shiromizu."

With a bemused look, Shiromizu bowed back, "Suihou-Chan, Himewari-Chan, Ryo-Kun, Misa-Onee-Sama, Kat-San, Arutemisu-San. Thank you for coming."

All Arutemisu did though was chuckle with a slight smile on his face, "You are very welcome, Lady Shiromizu." Looking once more at the torii, he had an thoughtful expression on his face, "I'll admit, I've never seen a Kami open the way to the Spiritual Realm, or what their abode looks like there."

The younger of the two Mizuchi shrugged, "I'll admit to being a little interested to what it looks like..." Internally, Shiromizu continued, 'Hopefully it is not too extravagant...' Ignoring the chill that went up her back, she cleared her throat, "Now then... give me a few moments..."

Closing her eyes, Shiromizu took a few deep breaths to centre herself as she felt out her surroundings on a spiritual level. She could feel her power all around her, and in front she could "See" within her mind the gate to her personal fiefdom in the spiritual realms. Hand slowly extending, the young spirit snapped open a fan that had a white Mizuchi on it before opening glowing eyes and taking a step forward. As it entered the torii, there was a burst of ghostly flame that appeared and slowly streamed upwards as the ripples moved from where the fan was as if instead of air, it was water. Slowly, the flames grew brighter as they reached to the top of the torii and the ground before Shiromizu flicked her wrist again and the ripples filled the space within the gate before clearing to reveal a road on the other side surrounded by cherry blossoms.

Just a little tired from opening the way, Shiromizu looked around before turning her head to look at the others, "Shall we?"

Each of them shared a look before they followed her into the portal to the Spiritual Realm. It was only Himewari, Suihou, and Ryo who did not stop upon seeing the giant castle perched on the mountain where in real life, Shiromizu's spring was. Around it were walls and a moat as guard towers rose at the corners of said walls. And above, there was a number of larger towers including a massive keep. Even from where they stood, they could all see it as majestic.

Glancing at Shiromizu, however, Jin coughed to hide her laugh at the expression on her Kohai's face, 'Yeah, that bunch really want to fucking do her right... that is for sure.'

Highly amused, the undead Mizuchi tapped Shiromizu on the shoulder who snapped out of her shock and, with a sigh, walked forward towards the doors. At the gate, they spied two Oni, the same ones that Shiromizu recognized as being the two who gave their lives once on the mountain. Both of whom came to attention as she approached and bowed, "Lady Shiromizu... welcome."

Despite her own feelings, the young Mizuchi smiled and bowed back, "Thank you for the welcome." Just smiling, both Oni went back to their positions as she entered the castle with the others. Upon entering the main area, they could all see various spirits of the mountain, especially water spirits, pause to look at them before bowing to Shiromizu. Swallowing, she bowed back to them as did the others in the group, "Thank you all for building me such a splendid place. Though I have seen little, it is as wonderful as I consider all of you to be. I can only hope to be worthy of such."

Various spirits simply smiled and told her that they were happy and that she was already worth more than just this.

Over the next two hours, Shiromizu was shown around her new castle. She did recognize, of course, that the center keep was somehow modelled after the one in her little terrarium. A fact that did make her wonder how they knew... before deciding that perhaps it was for the best that she did not know how. The gardens were magnificent and tended to by various tree spirits for the mountain with a small lake as the garden pond. Part of the castle, as it turned out, also operated as an administration area for the entire mountain. Something that boggled her for a moment before remembering about various things on the base.

After all, there were many springs, small streams, and brooks on the mountain. This didn't count the various other spirits, such as the tree spirits, the local castle spirit, and the like as she was also acting as the Mountain Kami. Granted, she was thankful that Himewari and the others had set up a small bureaucracy for the mountain that didn't need her all that much to run things. And if there was one thing she knew, it was that one should delegate. Yes, sometimes she would need to make decisions, but hopefully, not that often.

Still, as she stood on a balcony of the main keep, she sighed a little. Yes, it was a beautiful castle to say the least. And one that she would be showing to Harry soon enough. But...

Couldn't it have been smaller just the same...?

 

[darthcourt10]

flet5110

Had this idea when reading HL's original Mayflower snip and the recent mentions of TOTEM prompted me to write it up. I thought it was a bit strange how this senior politician was buying everything TOTEM, of all people, were selling her.

***

Raven was for once thankful for the thick robes and mask that concealed her body. From the furtive slaps and fidgets that Chief of Staff Laird was indulging in the insects were hungry this evening. She, and her fellows, thankfully remained immune. Finally, a benefit to the stupid pageantry that they put on for outsiders.

The tour of the MAYFLOWER facility had taken hours, well into the evening, but as they trudged back to the hole in the teleportation wards the sun still shone down on them. Alaska in the summer, Raven mused, where the sun never sets. Mildly interesting, that. I wonder what the effect is on the local magical creatures. Not that she had the time, or opportunity to check. No, TOTEM's best Legilimens was in high demand during slow times. The current times were anything but slow. It had taken her a pair of time turners to carve this hole out in her schedule.

Laird was babbling again, wondering why it wasn't dark. Fool woman. As Bear began to lecture "As you certainly know, the Earth orbits the Sun..." Raven had to swallow a snort. Best not to let the woman hear an expression of her contempt. She'd long since stopped being surprised at finding a wizard or witch who didn't know basic information about the world or the solar system. No doubt it would come as a shock when the Statute fell that the American public school system wasn't the worst the country had to offer after all.

As Laird's eyes began to glaze over beneath the force of Bear's passionate exposition Raven almost felt pity. Normally she would have stepped in to stop Bear, but he'd given her another opportunity. Legilimens was barely a whisper in her thoughts before her mind joined with Laird's.

***

Sitting in a sinfully comfortable chair in front of the fire, a glass of wine in her hand, Raven would have been quite content if it had not been for the smugness radiating from the neighboring chair. Looking over at Owl's expression, Raven let out a sigh. Time to face the music. "Fine, you were right," she grumbled, "meeting Laird was worth my time."

At the sound of her voice Bear looked up from his chair where he'd been fidgeting with a set of interlocking rings. Owl, meanwhile, only radiated more smug, a Cheshire Cat grin splitting her face. Bear looked confused before speaking in his squeaky, high pitched voice that was completely at odds with his name, "You didn't want to come today? But my MAYFLOWER facility is amazing!"

"Bear," Raven relied gently, "you know what my schedule is like. However amazing MAYFLOWER may be, I don't have the time. Especially when it was Athena Laird we're dealing with. The woman has the worst Occlumency skills I have ever seen in a politician. Her mind is practically wide open. You could have handled the Legilimency today, let alone Wolf or Owl. You didn't need me there. However, someone," she turned a gaze on Owl, who managed to somehow look smugger, "promised that if I came I'd see a sign of the apocalypse. I was going to hold it over her head when she didn't deliver but-"

Bear still looked confused. No doubt he hadn't done any Legilimancy on Laird. Raven gave an amused snort, then looked over at Owl who began to laugh. "She trusts us Bear. For some damn fool reason that woman actually trusts us, the government's pet black mages. Truly," she too begins laugh, having trouble getting the next words out, "the end times are upon us." Bear's confused expression only made her laugh harder.

 

[IsaacTheAutobot1229]

I first hit watch out of curiosity since I didn't know much of the story and then got busy with University. Now apparently this thing has over 3,000 chapters?! I have a lot of catching up to do.

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A.N.-Be sure to read the spoilers for this one

A Belgian Butterknife's Japanese Vacation (IV)

11 July 2014

JNHRO Beach House, Zuchi, Japan
Spoiler: A Muramasa Beach Party

Ehren relaxed slightly at the smile on Claire's face. She had been as shocked as anyone when the tanned and gray-white haired young woman in the goldfish bathing suit -- Aunt Kyoshu, her mind helpfully provided -- had suddenly pounced, glomped, and hugged Claire, but she trusted Claire's instincts when it came to reading people. Judging by the way Claire was humming while Aunt Kyoshu nodded and bobbed her head as she hugged Claire, and the young lady in the wheelchair made answering musical noises, Alles ist in Ordnung.

With that, she shifted her hand slightly up her side to rest just above her right hip. That made her motion seem casual and not her actual reflexive shift to go for her true body to protect Claire that it had started out as.

Her eyes raked over the next two aunts coming down the path to the beach. Umitsubame was the tallest of the set, and was pinching her nose with a long-suffering expression on her face as she drank either a potion or high proof alcohol from a bottle that she offered Chisuheri.

Frankly, Ehren could not blame her youngest great-aunt one bit. She loved her family dearly, but with the exception of Claire and Delilah, and sometimes even them, they were a herd of cats.

Chisuheri took a long swig of the bottle and handed it back. "{Thank Kannon for Reparo spells, Umi-chan. I can't believe what Nori-chan pulled.}"

Ehren cocked her head and started to sidle closer to snoop as the two reached a pair of beach chairs and collapsed into them. Colombe walked over in that direction to talk to her aunts.

Then she nearly jumped out of her skin as a hand clapped her on the shoulder. "Oh hey, you must be Ehren!" A maniacally chipper voice spoke in her ear in accented English.

Ehren turned to see yet another aunt standing beside her who gave her a knowing grin as she ran a hand through her purple hair. "Ahh, Guten Tag... Aunt Akutoku?"

The Sword of Corruption nodded and the grin widened, "The one and only! Nori-chan told us all about you, you know."

"Ach... so..." Ehren responded, floundering slightly before latching on a safe subject of conversation. "That is an interesting swimsuit you have? Very nice."
Spoiler: Akutoku's Swimsuit

"I know! I actually drew that ahegao for one of my H doujins!:" Akutoku said, tapping one white-haired vacant-eyed face.

"Ahh..." Ehren blushed slightly. "You are an artist then?"

"Oh yes." Akutoku agreed. "I actually am published, especially 'I Can't Believe It's Not Love' under my pen name of Muramasa Courage. Mainstream manga, doujin, and H. It keeps me out of trouble."

"Sometimes it does." A fresh voice cut in. "Mind helping me set up the picnic, Ehren?"

Ehren glanced over to see the red headed form of Suisei giving her a significant look. "Jawohl."

"I need to talk to Claire anyway now that the Goldfish has let her loose, she's a musician right?" Akutoku grinned and rubbed her hands together.

"Ja, music is her life." Ehren said at Akutoku's back as her aunt hurried over toward Claire, purple hair fluttering behind her.

The Teutonic dagger blinked and shook her head. "Strange aunt." she said in an undertone as she began to unload enchanted containers with warming ofuda on them. The door to the beach house opened and a trio of figures emerged.

Suisei agreed in a quiet gentle voice, "Indeed she is, Ehren. Incidentally, right hip, thigh sheath, you gave yourself away when Kyoshu-chan glomped your charge."

Ehren's eyes narrowed at her aunt. She then looked into Suisei's eyes and spoke quietly. "... You are a dagger too."

Suisei gave a fractional nod. "The last line of defense for my family just like you are for yours. I'd like to have you over for tea, some of my muffins, and conversation about how best to keep our charges safe."

Ehren gave a small smile. "I would like that Aunt Suisei." She glanced over at the path down and her eyes widened.

Norimune was clearly recognizable in her red and white Rising Sun flag bikini. Ehren blinked at the clear black eye the Unrepentant Blade had, along with a shit-eating grin. Beside her Suisei sighed. "Oh Nori-chan..."

Behind the smirking blade, a young woman with knee length black hair, red eyes and a murderous expression was glaring daggers at Norimune's back as she clutched a beach blanket around her torso with a death grip. Finally, bringing up the rear with the attitude of a guard conveying convicts to jail was Kagotsuruhe, now dressed in CTHULHU 2020 Swim Trunks and a Black T-shirt showing a pale young man.
Spoiler: Kago's Tees

Ehren blinked and looked at Suisei. As she did, Colombe began to laugh and Claire grinned at a smirkign Akutoku. "Aunt Suisei, was ist los?"

The mildest Muramasa sighed. "Nori-chan threw a jinx on Tonbo-chan to get revenge for Tonbo-chan stalking her over her children and grandchildren. Tonbo-chan has very strong feelings about the importance of family and did not take us finding out that Nori-chan had your mother and abandoned her by accident well at all. So they have been squabbling about it for almost a year now and Tonbo-chan has been making it clear that if Nori-chan tries to run she will be hunted down and dragged back. Not that Nori-chan will, honestly, I have known her for over a century now and she really wants to do right for her family."

The tanto sighed, "Because you and the rest of us are all that she has ever had in her mind. She has had a really tough life, please don't hate her for it."

Ehren shook her head. "I won't. Family stands with family, such I have learned from Mutti, Aunt Del, and others. I have my own... issues.. to deal with. But what is this about a jinx?"

Suisei gave a small smirk. "Nori-chan enspelled Tonbo-chan to only be able to wear one thing until sunrise of tomorrow when we were getting ready for your arrival and changing clothes for the party. Akutoku-chan egged her on, I'm pretty sure. That started a pretty big fight between the two. But all Tonbo-chan can do..."

Norimune suddenly flash stepped to Tonbo and yanked her blanket off before running down the beach laughing like a madwoman (or aunt Jackie) as she waved her 'prize' like a flag.

Tonbo screamed in rage and took off after her, jiggling and threatening to spill out of the two sizes too small swimsuit that she was poured into.
Spoiler: Tonbo's Suit


Akutoku filmed the scene with her iPhone.

Colombe doubled over laughing.

Umi double facepalmed and groaned.

Chisuheri sighed and shook her head with an uncontrollable grin.

Claire launched into a rendition of a hit song from 1960 as she and Kyoshu clapped and smiled.
Spoiler: It Was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Butterknife Bikini...

Ehren grinned smugly and began to sing along with her sister and aunts.

"It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today"

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A Winter's Shadow Over Kingsport (III)

13 July 2014

Kingsport, Smuggler's Cove, Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Maine, USA

"Where does madness leave off and reality begin?"-H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth
Spoiler: Assault Plans

Delilah de Breuil's eyes narrowed at the twin red-eyed and pale skinned women standing guard in her way. Her lips quirked behind her Invisibility Cloak as she recognized the ghost pale skin, eerie red eyes, and lanky white hair as a sign of the 'Kingsmouth Look' as her classmates at Ilvermorny had called it when they saw Obed Marsh, and his twin sisters Ariel and Dagon after they joined her school in 1869.
Spoiler: The Kingsmouth Look

She hoped that Dagon and Ariel Marsh's families were not wrapped up in what was going on here. She remembered them as quiet and reclusive girls but good children who she helped mentor for the last two years before she graduated.

With that she focused on the twin guards, as her brain computed fire lanes, approach paths, and how to break the tactical deadlock that she was in. A second lightning bolt hit the spire and the energies surrounding it increased noticeably. A shimmering line of glowing wards surrounding the church were now faintly visible to the unaugmented eye through the pouring rain and storm.

Delilah frowned as her Omnioculars examined them then smirked smugly as the pieces came together..

Gotcha.

She hopped onto the front porch to her right and then gestured for the other MIB agents to approach. She hissed as she watched the guards. "Michel, transform and scout the sides and back, then report back here with observations. Entrances, wards, guards. Goldstein, Antonelli, stand by here for orders and cover me."

The fourth member of her team nodded and then his form shook and writhed.

Presently a black raven stepped out of the puddle of his Invisibility Cloak and took flight, a darker spot in the midnight of the town.

Delilah holstered her revolver and then reached behind her into the warped space of her hauberk to pull out her .30-06 Springfield rifle. She carefully leaned it against the porch rail and reached into her robe, coming out with a pair of green-tipped bullets.

Another lightning bolt his the spire and yet again the energies built.

She flicked her wrist and her wand appeared from her wrist sheath.

She gestured with it and then carefully tapped the tip of both bullets which began to glow violet.

Touching only the brass, she set them on the porch rail and worked the bolt on her rifle twice to eject two shells.

The raven returned as she carefully loaded the two glowing bullets in her rifle.

Michel appeared next to her. "No exits, No guards, just windows. Powerful wards though."

A fourth lightning bolt landed.

Delilah nodded and spoke in an emotionless monotone. "Gear up, we don't have much time. Assault plan. I'll take down the guards on the next lightning strike. Antonelli take down the wards when I do, do it fast and hard. Michel, Goldstein, advance left and right, do NOT get in my line of fire. Once they drop, double-time to the door, secure, and rally there. Then we kick it in and sweep if they don't react to my sentry removal. If they react, hit them like a tornado. Weapons free. Got it?"

"Si." "Yes." "Roger."

Delilah nodded sharply as she rested the rifle on the porch rail for a firing rest.

"Execute."
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Spoiler: Go Time

Delilah breathed in and out slowly and evenly as she focused on the first figure.

The second was half covered by the pillar that she was behind, but this one was almost totally hidden.

Almost totally meant that a bare sliver of her torso was visible, and that was enough for the Muramasa revolver.

Time passed in a haze as the only thing in the world that mattered was the sight picture through the Omniocular scope of her rifle, the feel of the trigger under her index finger and the planned shift and snapshot to neutralize the second target.

Faintly Delilah was aware of her fellow MIB agent waiting with his wand in readiness to rip a hole in the shield.

Suddenly she felt the tingle of static electricity in her true body.

Her finger applied a fraction of a gram more pressure to the trigger.

The scope filled with light.

BOOM

CRACK

The sound of the thunder and the bark of the rifle were indistinguishable.

A violet glowing bullet streaked across the Village Common at 850 meters per second.

The top floor of the church was now sheathed in blue-white and red-black electrical discharges.

A contrail followed behind her bullet from the raindrops that the supersonic shockwave of its passage disintegrated.

The bullet slammed into the exposed side of the first guard, punching through her shields and skin as if it was paper.

In the storm-swept darkness of the bay, a pulsing glow began to flicker.

Delilah's hand flashed to the bolt like lightning and worked its glass-smooth motion as she dove to the right.

The first figure stiffened like a board and began to topple.

The second figure began to turn as her sister fell, magical energies glowing around her body.

The expended cartridge case arced through the air.

Delilah slammed the bolt back into place to load her second shot.

The bolt locked down as the cartridge case began to fall to the boards of the porch

Her finger found the trigger once more.

The image of an inhumanly-pale woman's face filled her scope.

Red-glowing eyes filled with hatred and anger narrowed as Muramasa and guard locked eyes.

CRACK

A second firefly streak of violet light linked revolver and target.

The wall behind the woman's head suddenly acquired a spray of black blood and tissue as she collapsed like an unstrung puppet.

Delilah worked the bolt as she leapt the rail like a cat.

There was a scream of magic and the ward line ripped like paper.

The second expended cartridge flew smoking from the breech of Delilah's rifle as she landed in a sprinter's crouch.

Delilah sprinted for the door behind the now visible forms of Tina Goldstein and Nicholas Michel.

She slung the rifle over a shoulder and her hands moved to draw her Ithaca shotgun from the holster on her hauberk.

Cold green eyes focused on the closed door as the owner's hands racked the first shell into the chamber and her personal shield spells flickered to visible life.

Tina broke right and Nicholas broke left to either end of the patio in unison, wands raised to cover the door.

Delilah took the steps to the church two at a time and slammed into the wall to the right of the door with a thump.

Enrico Antonelli flattened against the wall to the left of the door in turn with a Remington 870 shotgun held in his hands.

Delilah barked out orders in a calm voice. "Bag and tag, then stack. Antonelli Breach top and left. I have right. Michel, left. Goldstein, right. We go in hot. Shields up."

Michel and Goldstein slipped opaque bags with a spell to insure the wearer had enough oxygen to breathe along with a second spell to pump 125 decibel white noise into the wearer to incapacitate them and make it impossible to concentrate over the heads of the stunned young women. The bags shifted as the animated ball gags inside locked themselves in the mouth of the captives A moment later, strength enhanced zip-ties secured their wrists and ankles.

"Secure!" "Secure!"

Delilah nodded sharply and then blew out the bottom hinge on the door as Antonelli blew the top hinge apart with Reducto-enhanced slug rounds.

"GO GO GO!" Delilah called out at the head of her strike team as the door disintegrated and the first magically enhanced flashbang grenades flew inside from her trail positions.

 

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Harry Leferts

Once more in his Yukata with Juuchi and Tsukiakari sheathed at his waist and Kenshō on his person, Harry along with the avatars for said blades and Natsumi were walking along when he spotted something. Raising an eyebrow, he nodded towards it as if to ask Natsumi, and she gave a slight nod as well. It did not take him very long to reach Shiromizu who looked somewhat tired, which made him slightly worried for her, "Shiromizu? Are you alright?"

Blinking, the Mizuchi looked up, "Hm? Oh, hai, I'm alright." Seeing the expression on Harry's face, she waved it off, "I'm fine, just a little tired from various things, Harry."

Eyebrow raising, the thirteen year old frowned at that. But it was Natsumi who instead spoke up, "Are you sure, Shiromizu-Chan? You look more than a little tired from things."

With a roll of her shoulders, Shiromizu snorted a little, "Hai, just still getting used to everything." Looking over the festival, she motioned with a hand, "Going from thinking that I was just a rat snake Yokai, to a Mizuchi, to... well, this? An entire festival mostly dedicated to me? Not to mention..." The Mizuchi turned and gave Harry a look, "A small palace for a home? And the cherry being that my residence on the other side is a massive mountain castle. Just overwhelming."

Gently, Natsumi placed a hand on her shoulder and gave a small smile, "Understandable, Shiro-Chan. A lot has happened in the past year after all."

Harry, meanwhile, walked over to her and gave her a small hug, "If you ever need to talk..."

Returning it, the Mizuchi smiled a little, "I know who to talk to." Pulling back, she heard bells and turned towards the town clock. Unlike most clock towers, it looked more like a pagoda with the clockfaces shining out to the world as the bells rang. With a sigh, Shiromizu shook her head a little bit, "And now I need to head to the central pavilion within the next hour. Because Onee-Sama has something planned and I'm needed..." Eyes narrowing, she looked at the black haired wizard, "You wouldn't know what is going on... would you?"

Only shrugging, Harry shook his head, "This time? I'm being left in the dark as much as you are, Shiromizu." Scratching his neck, he looked at the others, "How about we head over there to see for ourselves?"

Each of the blade avatars and one Kitsune looked at each other before nodding in agreement.

Thus, they found themselves about an hour later before the "Central Pavilion" which was mainly a temporary stage set up for performances and the like. Granted, from what Harry had heard from Shiromizu, they were going to build a permanent one nearby for bands and the like to play at. And from where they were, Harry could just see where it was as it was being built with carved blocks of stone from the mountain.

It was not the only thing he could see as Asuka was also in his view as Ai and Gyaru were giving odd looks to their fellow pilots. As if senseing him, the Tengu turned to look at him before walking over even as the crowd grew, though not before telling Ai where she was going. Upon reaching them, Asuka gave a small wave, "Hi guys."

A light smile on her face, Natsumi gave a nod, "Good afternoon, Asuka-Chan. Enjoy the day so far?"

Brightly smiling, the Tengu nodded fairly rapidly, "Have I ever! This..." Spreading her wings slightly, she floated a little, "This has been a great day!" At catching the looks of amusement her friends were giving her, she fluttered her wings and landed, "Um, well, it has. No one has been hiding what they are at all, so I don't. And you got entertainment of Yokai using their abilities and everything! Some of the exhibitions were awesome!"

Considering that, Natsumi smiled a little, "Hai, that is true enough." She glanced at Harry and pointed, "There's a small exhibition set up over there actually. It's being done by the grandson of the current head of the Takeda Clan of Kyoto."

Eyes widened, Asuka looked in that direction with interest, "The Takeda Clan? As in the famous Karakuri puppet makers?"

With a hum, Harry chuckled a bit, "One and the same." Shaking his head, he crossed his arms, "Pretty amazing to see how far magic has carried that, they're all so life-like and can give responses. One we saw actually walked over to some arrows, picked them up, and proceeded to fire them via bow into a target while another served tea. They looked so alive..."

Tsukiakari had a thoughtful look on her face, "Hai, they certainly did, Master. Granted, they still needed to be wound up to keep moving, but it was still very impressive. Master Ian once saw a performance put on by them back during the Restoration and it was... just amazing. They were able to move nearly as well as a human, without being operated by one." Softly smiling, she shook her head, "The Head of the Clan explained to Master Ian that when he was a young boy, he learned at the knee of Takeda Omi himself, and eventually was adopted by him before continuing his work. He wanted to perfect Karakuri puppets and make them as alive as possible."

Just shaking his head, Harry had a bemused look on his face, "Well, they seemed alive enough to me anyways."

At that, the others in their group who had seen what happened nodded in agreement which made Asuka curious herself before she internally decided to see if Ai and the others would want to go to see themselves. However, before they could get much further in their conversation, Juuchi tilted her head as she glanced at the Abyss Divers, "Any idea what happened to your friends?"

Blinking, the teenage Tengu looked over at the males who winced every once in a while, "Not really? From what I got they somehow got scratched up a bit and patched up in a clinic, but won't tell anyone why... And keep having these odd smiles on their faces, see?"

Everyone glanced at the male pilots in thought, and sure enough they had somewhat odd smiles on their faces. Tsukiakari and Juuchi, however, became amused and somewhat smug before looking at each other and shaking their heads slightly. They were not about to tell the teens, or one young blade, what those smiles meant after all.

However, they were distracted by a nearby shout and turned to find Nagato walking through the crowd, the Battleship easily being able to be seen due to her height. Much more amusingly, however, they spotted Hoppou on Nagato's shoulders with Rei and the Kitsune Asuka as well, the shipgirl not bothered in the slightest by their weight. Coming to a stop, Nagato gave them a smile, "Hello everyone, enjoying your day so far?"

Grinning, Harry nodded with a laugh, "We really are, Mum."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Hoshi and the others who also arrived. They chatted a bit before the sound of someone tapping their microphone could be heard and they turned back to the stage. On it, Misa looked out onto the crowd with a smile, though she gave a different one to Akitsu Maru who nodded back. From where she was, Nagato nodded and gave the shipgirl a pleased look as she stood there in her full dress uniform. Though she did internally raise an eyebrow a bit in amusement at how the Unagi Hime kept shooting the former IJA Warship glances with a slight blush on her cheek, 'Kawaii...'

Meanwhile, also on stage, Shiromizu was frowning slightly before she narrowed her eyes a little and lowered her voice to a near whisper, "Onee-Sama... what have you done?"

Just giving her an amused look, Misa smirked, "You'll see, Lady Shiromizu~" Clearing her throat, she looked back out over the crowd as the three screens lit up behind her as projectors turned on, "Thank you all for coming for this truly momentous occasion! I can only hope that you have been enjoying the festival thus far!"

Even as the crowd roared with approval, the young Mizuchi was looking at the screens. They each showed a different place along her stream, with the middle one showing the current end point which she recognized. It was a small hollow near the base of the mountain which had been mostly filled. Even as she watched, she could see the dry dirt at the edge of the hollow slowly becoming moist as the water continued the path downhill...

And then she recognized that within a few feet was the beginning of the channel that had been made and she had seen the other day.

Her eyes widening, she slowly turned to Misa, 'ONEE-SAMA!? WHAT DID YOU DO?!'

Almost as if she sensed her little sister's eyes on her, the Unagi Hime glanced at her and smirked all the more before turning back to the microphone, "Last October, by Order of Ryuujin-Dono, Lady Shiromizu was given total dominion over all the waters of our lovely mountain! We have watched as she slowly grew from a small spring, to a hot spring, a brook to a stream! And now, after so much work by all of us..." Most of the crowd was cheering and grinning madly, "IT IS TIME THAT WE GAVE BACK TO HER FULLY AND HELPED HER REACH HER POTENTIAL!" Even more cheers met that and Shiromizu looked slightly confused and somewhat panicked. But Misa made a motion to Akitsu Maru, "AKITSU-CHAN! IF YOU WILL OPEN THE GATES!"

The shipgirl nodded and tapped her ears before smiling, "Open the gates, now!"

On either side of the stage, the screens changed to different viewpoints which showed fairies standing on what looked like small dams made of rocks. The cameras panned to show springs emptying into the hollows behind said dams, having filled them enough that the water was already trickling around the rocks. And in the middle were sluice gates with a sluice beneath them that looked like minature versions of the channel that Shiromizu had seen the day before... a channel that lead down to her river.

Watching, they observed the fairies grab ropes and pull them, lifting the gates free of the dam and releasing the waters inside. Waters that rushed down the channels until it entered Shiromizu's river, making her jerk straight. The screens changed again to two more fairies who did the same thing, freeing water from behind dams, which soon rushed into the young river. Some of the smaller streams, too, were also released from where they had been damed, the small ponds and hollows where they had terminated having had channels dug to Shiromizu's river.

Each gate releasing more and more water, that even now crashed down the mountainside.

Behind the stage, on the main camera, it switched to the hollow with the waterfall and showed the flash flood of water tear over it and into the pool below as Kappa cheered, and pulled their own ropes. Moments later, smaller waterfalls appeared around the pool, springs that had been tapped and were now being released. As the rush of water tore down the mountainside, other sluice gates were opened behind it, releasing more water as the flow increased.

Upon the stage, Shiromizu sucked in a breath as the red markings on her body began to glow brighter and brighter. And the antlers on her head also grew a nearly unnoticeable amount with each sluice gate as she shuddered, "T-this..."

Finally, the view switched back to the current end point of her river. There was a rumbling sound on the camera before the rush of water appeared, slamming into the pool which overflowed an instant, a wave crashing over the side as the waters entered the channel. Everyone there could swear that the white water at the head of the river looked like a Mizuchi's head, roaring as it rushed. Contained, the waters of Shiromizu's river continued their journey down the mountainside before reaching the full base, where upon, contained within the channel, they began encircling the mountain.

The back screen switched to a camera being used by one of Akitsu Maru's autogyros, showing other small streams entering Shiromizu's river from the springs that spawned them as the sluice gates were opened to release them, adding more water to her river. The stream that Jin had used the waters for gushed from the dam holding it, the new springs entering it until it entered the main channel of Shiromizu's. Eventually, the river passed under the bridge and entered the gravel pit with a loud roar, the headwaters looking just like a Mizuchi as they slammed into the floor of the pit and began spreading out, filling it.

Back in the village, the various villagers all cheered and leapt. On a roof of a stand, the leader of the Imori raised his small blade, "FOR LADY SHIROMIZU! BANZAI! BANZAI!"

His fellow Imori also called out as they raised their weapons in salute.

Meanwhile, Shiromizu's chest heaved as the red markings on her continued to glow even as the flow began to settle down, much greater than it had been before. Feeling the weight on her head, she reached up and her fingers traced the antlers there. Before, they were barely the size of her finger. Now? Now they were about the size of her hand as four point antlers, "I..."

Softly smiling, Misa walked over to the teary Mizuchi and gently took her hand in hers, "Lady Shiromizu... Imouto." When Shiromizu turned to her, she continued with a soft smile, "I remember when I found you as a hatchling. While I knew what you were at the time, I saw more than that. I saw... you, as you are. And as you grew, I continued to watch as you grew into the most wonderful young woman I knew." She made a sweeping gesture with her hands, "We all did. They say that it takes a village to raise a child, and perhaps... they might be right. I think that we all would like to think that we did a good job-"

Laughing even as she cried, the Mizuchi hugged her, "You did, Onee-Sama..."

Pulling away, Shiromizu's gaze was met with smiles and the like. It was then that it struck her... yes, she had thought that she was a rat snake, and later found out that she was a Mizuchi. Yes, things had become a whirlwind as she found herself brought higher than before, which had caused her to become lost somewhat as things changed. But in front of her, at this moment? She could see in the eyes of the people who lived on her mountain, who her, Natsumi, Harry, and the others had saved. Not one of them saw her as the Mizuchi...

They saw her as the hatchling that they had helped raise and protect, a little serpent named Shiromizu, a little sister who they watched grow.

If anything, that caused the tears to fall harder, but no one mistook them for sad tears. Not with the bright smile on her face that seemed to outshine the Sun itself. Her eyes meeting Harry's, she got a slight nod while Natsumi smiled back happily. Walking up to the microphone, Shiromizu paused for a moment as she swallowed thickly, "Everyone... thank you." Eyes trailing along the crowd, she continued, "Thank you all, each and everyone of you. I still remember when I was little, a hatchling. I remember Misa-Onee-Sama caring for me when I was hurt." The Unagi-Hime nodded and smiled, "I remember you, Mori-San, once travelling off the mountain and returning with some candy despite the danger for my hatchday."

Grinning, the Tanuki laughed, "And I would do it again, Lady Shiromizu!"

Lips twitching, Shiromizu nodded with her voice thick with emotion, "Hai, I know this." Slowly gazing upon the crowd, she sighed, "You cared for and helped me, protected me from Kuroshi. She, who I killed with my friends, to protect them and you, all of you. While others may have seen me as a rat snake or a Mizuchi, I realize that you all see me as... me, as Shiromizu. My home, both here and in the Spiritual Realm. What you have done with my spring and stream. You did not do it because I was a Mizuchi. Because you wanted to honour me for being such out of respect or fear..." Streams of tears ran down her face, glinting in the late afternoon sunlight as it began to set behind the distant mountains, "You did it... because of love. Because you love me, not just as your protector, but as a member of your family. To... to help me. All of you... you are my Nee-Sans and Nii-Sans, my Oba-Chans and Oji-Chans, my Ojii-Sans and Obaa-Sans. My family."

Slowly, she spread her arms out with the brightest smile on her face, "From your Imouto... thank you. Thank each and every one of you, I promise to protect you as much as I can as you once protected me, for I can do nothing else. Thank you."

Almost as one, all the villagers, with smiles on their faces bowed towards her as she bowed, deeply, back to them.

Misa, having straightened from her bow, walked over and placed a hand on the Mizuchi's shoulder, "Well said." Gathering her into a hug, she sighed with a happy smile on her face, "Well said, Imouto."

Head leaning against the Unagi Hime's, Shiromizu simply hummed happily as she closed her eyes, still crying in joy.

From where she was standing, Jin glanced around and smiled with an internal chuckle, 'You are certainly a special one, Shiro. Definitely different than most of us Mizuchi.'

On the edge of the crowd, a young woman lowered her sunglasses a little and smiled before glancing at her companion, "Well now, that was impressive, was it not, Ammy-Han?"

Just smiling as she took a bite of dango, Amaterasu chuckled a little, "It was certainly at that. And very well said on her part." Glancing to the side, she grinned slightly, "Wouldn't you say, Ryuujin-Kun?"

The Dragon King had a grin of his own on his face, which also contained pride for the newest member of his court, "I would go a bit further than that, Amaterasu-Oba-San, but..." He made a gesture to the stage, "We could be here all night in that case. However, I will say that I am extremely pleased with her. She is growing into the sort of Mizuchi that I feel we need more of. A role model for those to come in the future, and perhaps... a beacon for those here to realize they should be more like."

Voice soft from where they stood with the others, Inari, currently female, gave a nod, "One can only hope for such, Ryuujin-Kun. Back even a few hundred years ago, most would not have gone this far for the local Mizuchi, even if they were a protector. Not out of anything but fear... but they love her, and she loves them. And that makes all the difference in the end."

Kushinada-Hime chuckled from where she was beside her husband, "Hai, love is powerful... and she is going to be a force for change, positive change, soon enough." With a deep breath, she let it out and kissed her husband on the cheek before guiding him away, "Let's allow her this moment in peace before we go back to enjoying this festival."

Each of the other Kami there nodded before turning themselves and walking away. For a brief moment, Amaterasu turned and looked back at Shiromizu who was now being hugged by Harry as well as Misa. On the face of the Sun Goddess was not just joy, not just pride... but an almost motherly love, "Good job, Little One. Know that you have done a good job, and that your friends and family have as well. Take pride in that fact, for it will make you all the stronger."

With that, she bowed slightly to the stage and walked off to join the others as up on stage, Shiromizu hugged both Harry and Misa tightly as she cried happy tears, smile on her face.

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A Winter's Shadow Over Kingsport (IV)

13 July 2014

Kingsport, Smuggler's Cove, Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Maine, USA

"From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent."-H.P. Lovecraft
Spoiler: Building Clearance

The pair of enchanted Mark 84 stun grenades flew through the shattered door of the church building.

As they landed, an amplified voice blasted through the area in stereo.

"AURORS! WANDS DOWN AND HANDS UP!"

Immediately afterward, every window on the ground floor shone with blinding white light as a pair of detonations thundered from inside.

A split second later Delilah de Breuil pivoted on the door frame, moving like a chameleon cloaked tiger to clear the 'fatal funnel' of the door.

Her Ithaca pump-action shotgun was as much of a part of her as her ice-cold green eyes that scanned the church foyer looking for targets.

"Clear right!" She barked out in her precise and emotionless diction as she advanced to the open double doors directly ahead which had smoke coming from inside.

"Clear left, stairs!" Antonelli barked out.

Delilah's brain moved like a madly racing infernal machine of cogs and flywheels, gears and cold ruthless logic.

The stairs were an unknown area that had to be cleared, but every split second was critical before the shock of her team's violent entry wore off.

"FOUR! Tanglefoot and block stairs! Advance Ahead! THREE, flash ahead! GO!" Delilah snapped out in an inhumanly calm voice as she covered the double door.

Motion raising a wand. Target.

BOOM.

A cone of buckshot slammed into the figure visible for an instant through the door as her finger caressed the trigger of her Ithaca.

The figure crumpled and fell.

Delilah slammed against the wall and pumped her shotgun.

"STAIRS LOCKED!" Nicholas Michel reported.

"FLASH!" Another explosion and flash of light punctuated Tina Goldstein's words as the flash-bang lobbed inside detonated.

"GO GO GO!" Delilah called as she pivoted on the door and began her sweep front to right.

Targets. Priority as follows.

BOOM

Delilah's hands moved like lightning, spraying the pale figures wearing little more than strips of fabric with buckshot.

BOOM

She moved forward and right with the grace of a ballerina to clear the kill zone of the door for Enrico Antonelli.

BOOM

The first expended shotgun shell hit the floor of the room.

BOOM

Bodies dropped and fell like wheat before the scythe that was Delilah de Breuil surfing the wave of her Muramasa bloodlust and madness.

BOOM

Delilah's lips were set in a coldly vicious smug smile under her hood as another smoking shell flew from the breech of her shotgun.

BOOM BOOM

More movement among the worshipers packed inside. Pale skin, red or pale blue eyes, white hair in the Kingsport Look.

BOOM BOOM

Antonelli was firing to clear the other side of the room, some free segment of Delilah's mind noted with satisfaction, but she was a killing machine in her element doing what she had been created to do.

BOOM BOOM

Glyphs on the walls in fresh blood stabbing her sanity with their implications.

BOOM BOOM

Didn't matter. Unimportant.

BOOM BOOM

Only servicing targets mattered.

BOOM BOOM

"Accio Takedown!" Familiar weight of her Ithaca at full load as her enchantments flared to life to reload the magazine and she pumped a fresh round of enchanted buckshot into the chamber.

There.

BOOM BOOM

"Clear Right!" Delilah barked as she completed her sweep.

BOOM

"Stupefy!"

She pivoted to advance the length of the large room.

BOOM BOOM

"Clear Left!"

Movement at the far end in the smoke and chaos as a shark masked chalk-skinned albino figure in bloodstained aquamarine robes began to run for it.
Spoiler: The Cult Leader

Snapshot.

BOOM

A spike of irritation as the figure ducked behind some hideous squid-like idol on the altar as her rubber buckshot cone was soaked up by figures in her way that dropped as they absorbed the stunning spells.

BOOM BOOM

Targets in her way.

BOOM BOOM

Targets down.

"Two Clear!" "Four Clear!" "Three Clear!"

"Two! Four! Secure! Three! Cover the survivors!" Coldly precise orders as she moved after the fleeing figure of the apparent cult leader.

"Roger!" "Si!" "Aye!" Three affirmatives answered her as she moved forward toward the yawning hole of a door in the back wall, passing over limp and thrashing bodies.

Her eyes scanned the altar, and narrowed at the sight of five bodies with their throats cut. A sixth and seventh were bound and gagged next to the altar.

A brief instant of contemplation of the probable tactical situations caused Delilah to stow her shotgun, filling her hand with her revolver. Her free hand then flipped down her Omnioculars before drawing her wand.
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Beyond was a short unlit passage that led to stairs up. Delilah frowned as she looked through her Omnioculars at the fading footsteps illuminated by the enchantment. They were not using the stairs but instead stopped at the end of the corridor.

Her lips curled in a smug smirk as her wand moved in a triangle. "Bombarda!"

The hidden door at the far end of the corridor exploded in splinters and smoke.

Delilah flicked her wand as she sprinted toward it. "Nubes Fumi!"

Thick black smoke filled the room beyond. A shiver down the steel of her true body was warning enough and she dove low through the door in a somersault as a Killing Curse shot overhead.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Delilah snapped out as her wand leveled at the human shape in the smoke. The shark-headed human form who had just tried to kill her with Dark Magic stiffened and crashed onto her back.

Delilah spun in a clockwise sweep of the room as her enhanced eyesight cut through the smoke. Her lips curled smugly in triumph as she surveyed the hidden ritual room.

A clearly ancient human skull -- wait it had teeth of bronze and two pointed ebony-black horns coming out of the forehead -- daubed with symbols drawn in blood floated above on a map of the Maine coast with icons moving on it. A magic circle with seven black candles surrounded the map and abyssal skull.

Five of the candles were burning with an eerie blue unwavering flame.

Delilah's lips drew back in a vicious snarl as the pieces fell into place. Her wand waved as she snapped out 'Expecto Patronem' in a emotionless voice. Her ocelot Patronus formed and she stared it. "Notify Two to take charge, bag and tag the cultists in here and transport them to the Common to be taken into custody. Then tell Alondra to move in to pick up the captives, this Abyssal cult is broken."

The paralyzed shark-masked witch's eyes widened at the familiar voice. The eyes widened even more as Delilah pulled her hood down to expose her face for the first time.

Delilah's wand flicked out as she approached to reinforce the paralysis and capture charms, and then vanished into her sleeve.

Delilah's hand grasped the mask and yanked it roughly from her head. Ice cold leaf-green eyes stared into the pale blue in the colorless face of the albino witch.

Delilah tossed the mask aside with a spasmodic jerk.

"Adept Lavinia Whateley of TOTEM. What the HELL are you playing at?" Delilah's voice was cold with killing menance under the iron control.

Unseen by the Muramasa, a pair of carvings on the discarded mask began to glow a cold-blue-white.

 

[darthcourt10]

Harry Leferts

The group sitting at the outdoor bar was an eclectic one to say the least. Among them under the hanging lanterns (some of said lanterns having eyes open and tongues wagging in other conversations), Jin and Carnwennan were very recognizable as were the pilots of the Abyss Divers. Andraste as well as Sabah were also there, but the Arabic blade was currently enjoying a glass of plain sparkling fruit juice while the shield had a tall mug of beer in her hands that she sipped while listening to the conversation and adding her own bits every once in a while. Rounding out the group were Akitsu Maru, Misa (who it should be noted was very close to said shipgirl), Haru, Siusan, and Haruka. Over the past hour, the conversation had went in various directions as the younger members listened to stories from the older ones.

Granted, the current subject was one that had more than one eyebrow raising in disbelief.

Kudzu just stared at the Arthurian dagger in disbelief before motioning with his hand, "Wait, wait... just wait for a moment?" Furrowing his eyebrows, he frowned as he scratched at his head, "So... there was an incident in Camelot where Guinevere was replaced by her evil twin sister... Guinevere?"

With a hum, Carnwennan took a sip of his beer, "That's right, their father did not have the best naming skill." Briefly, he frowned, "Well, to most Gwenhwyfar, which was Guinevere's actual name, is quite similar to her sister's, Gwenhwyfach. Old bastard didn't quite understand why people gave him looks over it or why the mothers had problems."

At that, Ai raised a finger, "Mothers... as in plural?"

Nodding, the Dagger chuckled a little, "Yes, they were half sister twins. Conceived on the same night, hours apart to two different women, born the exact same day and hour, and looking exactly like identical twins." Shrugging, Carnwennan shook his head, "Which is quite strange."

Only shaking his head, Boke snorted at that, "I call bullshit on that."

Meanwhile, Taikomachi had brought out his phone and was looking through it, thankful that there was now cell reception on the mountain. Upon seeing said pilot raise his eyebrows, Kero groaned, "Don't tell me..."

Raising a hand, the pilot pointed at an amused Carnwennan, "He's right. They were twin sisters born to different mothers according to the myths."

Lightly laughing, Carnwennan grinned, "Quite." Taking a sip, he continued, "Anyways, she showed up and claimed that she was the actual queen, had an identical ring to Guinevere's, which was to belong to the queen, and so forth. Claimed that if Arthur did not take her in, he would need to return the Round Table, which was a wedding gift. They only had until the Solstice to prove who was the real one and who was not. If you listen to the stories... Arthur was ambushed in the forest by Gwenhwyfach's conspirators and fed a love potion. Result was that he declared his actual wife to be the false one and ordered her imprisoned and executed. Really though, he was not planning on it with a number of his Knights 'Protesting' his decision."

If anything, that made Ai raise an eyebrow as she sipped her own beer, "From what you are saying, I take it that was not what actually happened?"

Giggles made them turn towards Siusan who coughed and looked away with a blush. Seeing the looks, she grinned a little sheepishly, "That was not what I heard happened from forest spirits."

Just smirking, Carnwennan raised his mug to her, "No, no it was not." Turning to the others, he continued, "Yes, he did meet with the conspirators in the woods, but was not fed a love potion, though he claimed such later. Him and Guinevere had... issues, to say the least as it was an arranged marriage. And he had some suspicion that she was eyeing some of his Knights. He originally wanted Gwenhwyfach as his wife, but she was not legitimate due to being born to her father's mistress, not his wife. Thus it would have looked bad for him to marry her."

Placing her face in her hands, Jin cackled, "Oh my fucking God... Are you shitting me!? He was in on it the whole time?!"

Carnwennan waggled his hands a little bit, "Hmm... maybe. The ring and other proofs he knew were faked as he knew his sister's, Morgana's, work. He also knew that Morgana did not approve of Guinevere at all as she was something of a... what you might call now a Bro-Con."

Even the bartender stopped what he was doing to stare at him for several moments. Finally, Haru cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow, "Wat."

Humming, the Arthurian Dagger nodded a little, "Quite, she was a Bro-Con." Taking a sip, he continued, "All her plans to depose him as ruler? Partially out of jealousy, yes. But also partially because she did not like how it wore on him apparently and was planning to, uh... make sure he had a position at her court, if you catch my drift."

At that, Jin started banging her head on the table, "Fuck... what the fuck..."

With a shrug and gesturing at the air, Carnwennan shook his head, "They were half siblings, so... Well, so she produced the items in question for Gwenhwyfach, quite possibly as I believe they had come to a deal. Guinevere would be gone, and Morgana could visit whenever she wanted for... sister time." Seeing the looks, he gave another shrug, "Different time and culture. Not that odd when one gets down to it. Besides which, Morgana liked Gwenhwyfach better than Guinevere, something that was returned, trust me."

Rubbing his face, Kudzu groaned a little, "Right, so basically this... uh..."

Smile on her face, Andraste spoke up, "Gwenhwyfach?"

For a moment, the pilot paused before pointing at her, "Yes, her." Clearing his throat, Kudzu continued, "So she was generally a better queen for Arthur, and the like. So... how the hell did Guinevere get back into her position?"

Carnwennan had a thoughtful look on his face before frowning, "Well... part of it, you must understand, is that Guinevere had some of her own supporters. And the meeting where Arthur declared Gwenhwyfach as the true queen had... issues." Taking a drag of his mug, he held it out for a refill, "Mainly, Guinevere got very pissed and started calling her sister names, who promptly got pissed herself but Gwenhwyfach was able to keep her cool while dismissing her, resulting in Guinevere slapping her in the face, and then they fell to the floor and started attacking each other. Guinevere's supporters did not like how 'Their Queen' was treated, while those against her only saw it as further proof that she was not fit to rule alongside their King. Mordred being one of those actually..." Rubbing his chin, the dagger spirit frowned even more, "Which, now that I think about it, might well have been one of the first real cracks that lead to Camlann."

Scratching his head, Kudzu frowned at him, "Right, so... how did she, Guinevere, become Queen again?"

Arms crossed, Carnwennan hummed, "Well, she was imprisoned at the time, but... that was when Lancelot arrived from a mission-"

Kero interrupted at that, "Wait, Lancelot? I thought that he was added on later?"

Just accepting a new mug of beer, the dagger took a sip, "Mmm... he was added back to the stories later by French writers as he was not too popular among the Britons... for obvious reasons, and so was left out. I will state that he did not do most of what was claimed to be him in later stories, however. Bloody French." With a shrug, Carnwennan scratched his chin, "As to why? Arthur knew that he needed a connection, at least politically, with some of the Kingdoms in France. If only to prevent have the Franks as a possible ally against the Celts, which they had little issue with. Lancelot was the go between... though the rumour was he was sent mainly because he kept being found in bed chambers and they wanted him out without the issues that killing him would have had due to his popularity among a subset of the population."

Simply sighing at that, Ai shook her head, "And so, after a few hundred years, he was added back to the stories because he was popular among said population and they likely disliked he was not part of the Arthurian stories to begin with."

Raising his mug, Carnwennan nodded, "Exactly." After having a sip, and grabbing a small bite of food, he swallowed and continued, "Right, well... so Lancelot came back from his mission and found out about the whole thing. When he challenged some other Knights for what had happened, and Arthur told him to stand down, Lancelot resigned from the Round Table in order to fight them and free Guinevere, which he did and then ran away with her." Larconic look on his face, he snorted, "Now, he claimed that he was doing it out of honour and such. Personally? I know that Guinevere's father truly disliked the Franks and how Arthur was courting them as allies. Most likely, he would have turned down any marriage to Lancelot and also prevented them from seeing each other. And to said knight..."

Now Boke banged his head on the bar, "Fucking... you mean to tell me, he fought for her because he wanted to get into her pants eventually and if she was sent away, he would never get the chance? Fucking seriously!?"

With a sigh, the Arthurian dagger grimaced, "That is my theory and what some of the survivors of the court thought later when thinking about it, yes. I overheard them believe such. He was 'In love' with her after all. The fact that what he did made her fall for him in return was completely unexpected for him, I assure you."

Lips curling a bit, Sabah gave him a look, "The sarcasm in those last words were quite cutting, you know."

In return, Carnwennan smirked before turning back to the story, "Things happened and Guinevere and Lancelot hid, but eventually, Gwenhwyfach grew ill as did her fellow 'Conspirator'. Quite odd how nothing that was done seemed to help at all, and eventually they passed. But not before having 'written a letter' confessing all her sins and the love potion. A letter written in handwritting very similar to Guinevere's own as a matter of fact. However, Arthur was unable to actually state the truth due to the political explosion, and thus accepted it with gritted teeth."

Eyebrow raised, Jin drained her own mug, "In other words, she was poisoned and Guinevere was likely behind it just to smear her sister's name in death and take back her position." Furrowing her eyebrows, she frowned a little, "Though why since she ran off with Lancelot and could have married him..."

Rolling his eyes, the dagger snorted, "Unfortunately, she could not marry him. Firstly, she would have needed permission from her father or else war could have resulted. Secondly, the Frankish King was rather pissed the fuck off that he was being dragged into this by someone he sent there, thus Lancelot likely was told not to do it and that his neck was likely on the line if he did do something. Thirdly? It was something of a black mark against both Guinevere and Lancelot... though I will admit that I am not sure if it was Guinevere who poisoned her sister or one of her own supporters in the Court."

Considering it for a few moments, Gyaru scratched her nose, "So... that happened, I guess. And eventually Arthur caught Guinevere and Lancelot having sex with each other?"

Carwennan sighed a little, "Not quite. See, at one point, Lancelot was captured by Morgana for a time and held in a cell. Pretty sure that Arthur was in no real rush to save him and that she did it to try and piss Guinevere off. Some time after Lancelot's release, Arthur went to visit his sister. While officially 'Enemies' they had buried the hatchet long ago... and she showed him the cell where she kept Lancelot. A cell whose walls Lancelot, who was something of an artist, had carved mention of how beautiful Guinevere was, including aspects of her body that he could only have known if he saw her naked, as well as a portrait of him and her naked in bed as well as other drawings done in charcoal of their liasons. Arthur... was rather pissed the hell off and his sister got him back as quick as possible. Being as he was early and snuck in using me, he found the two of them, in his bed, fucking. The fact that she was verbally telling Lancelot how much better he was than Arthur as she was being screwed into the bed was just the cherry on the sundae, as it was."

With a hum as she took a piece of meat, Haruka turned towards Siusan. Said Irish fox gave a small nod, "Aye, that was how I heard it had happened. Though the whole Mordred thing was partially because no one was able to be sure whom among Arthur's other children were legitimate and he claimed he should be heir because he was Arthur's 'Nephew'... and then someone came out with how he was actually Arthur's son by Morgana, his sister and things went to shit as Arthur needed to deny him."

After a moment of thought, Andraste frowned a bit and sighed, "Things were truly complicated..."

Gyaru shrugged and popped a nut into her mouth, "I don't know, this sounds better than one of those soap operas..."

Everyone considered that before nodding and the conversation continued...

 

[darthcourt10]

Harry Leferts

Giggling, Kenshō held both Harry's and Natsumi's hands as they walked through the festival. Paper lanterns above glowed softly while the stone ones at the side of the roads had magical flames in them. Glowing orbs also wove between the various lanterns, adding their own lights to the festival with some being from fireflies. The group passed one Kitsune performer who was performing a dance, Kitsune Bi flowing around him in various shapes as the watchers clapped their hands and dropped coins into a container close to his feet. And above, the stars and the crescent Moon shone down on everyone.

For a time, the three stopped to listen to a group on one of the stages playing music for a few songs before moving on. Eyes wide as she took everything in, Kenshō let out a squeak of excitement, "This is so amazing, Master! It's such a great festival!"

Lightly laughing, Harry smiled down at her, "Well, I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself, Kenshō-Chan."

That got him a happy smile and Kenshō turned before chattering with Natsumi who smiled down at the blade spirit. Briefly, the Kitsune shot him a soft look before turning back to the child-like spirit. Watching them, Harry found his breath nearly taken away from what he was seeing. The warm, gentle glow from around them seemed to brush against Natsumi's skin as she spoke to Kenshō, highlighting the developing beauty that was there in an almost magical way. And, for a moment, so very brief in time... it was as if the veil between the past, present, and future lifted.

Rather than see just Natsumi and Kenshō, Harry could see an adult Natsumi overlaying his friend, something beautiful to his eyes though also... familiar. Said older Kitsune was talking to a young Kitsune with messy black hair and green eyes who had a happy smile on his ghostly face who overlaid Kenshō. Said boy looked up at him with an expression so bright, it made his heart hurt in that moment. All Harry did was slowly nod, which made that smile brighten.

Meanwhile, also within his sight, the nearly fourteen year old could see a younger version of himself and Natsumi. Just two children, laughing as they wove in and out of crowds, sometimes holding hands. Both of the ghosts of the past that could never be returned to giving each other smiles as they enjoyed the festival. Innocent and without the weight of the future upon their shoulders, no knowing of what was to come and enjoying the moment. Something else that made his heart ache, the fact that was the past and there was no going back to it. The past version of himself and Natsumi seemed to look at them and smile as they faded away as did the future version of Natsumi and... their child, which made Harry sigh.

Unknown to him, he was not the only one who saw it, but also Natsumi and she felt the ache as well within her heart and blinked a bit as to not cry.

Just a short time later, however, the two teens and one blade spirit blinked as two Tengu flew down out of the sky and hovered before them. One with a normal camera in her hands and the other using a video camera. The one with the camera took a picture of the three bemused people before Kenshō faded out of view and reappeared beside the tengu with the camera, "Hi! I'm Kenshō!"

Startled, the Tengu squawked a bit and flew back a touch, "I, uh, what..." Blinking for a few moments, however, she shook it off while ignoring her friend's snickers and bowed, "Um, right, I'm Kazane, Akamine Kazane and this is my friend-"

The other tengu gave a wave, "Haneyama Miku here, reporter extraordinare with my friend!" Flapping her wings as she brought her camera up, she grinned, "How are the three of you enjoying the festival?"

Amused, and hearing Natsumi try not to giggle, Harry grinned, "Honestly? I'm enjoying it greatly." Head tilted to the side, he raised an eyebrow, "So the two of you are reporters?"

Kazane hummed a bit as she wrote down what he had said in a small notepad, "Well, for the local school paper." Seeing him about to say something, she blushed a little, "The school is going to open next year, but... we want to get a start on it before it does. And what better way than a special edition talking about the festival and the like!"

Beside her, Miku shook her head as she continued to take video, "We also run our own little blog together. Since the Statute is going to fall, we'll be able to get our own YouTube channel and everything!" Pulling her face away from the camera, she clenched her fist and gave a sharp nod, "We want to do for our home what Hokubu Kariudoku has for Yamainutaira!"

Waving her hand, the other Tengu gave a small shrug, "Same with our friend, Sasayama Aimi..." A small frown on her face, she looked around, "Um, she's somewhere around here so you might meet her. She's really great with computers and runs our blog despite being a witch, but her father's a Tengu and mother's a human."

Somewhat amused, Harry and Natsumi shared a look of amusement before turning back to the interview. If anything, they became more amused as the two Tengu realized that they were talking to two of the "Heroes of the Mountain" and asked a number of questions. Eventually though, both flying Yokai flew off to find their friend leaving the three alone.

Just chuckling as he shook his head, the black haired teen gave Natsumi a grin, "Well, that was interesting."

Only shaking her head, Natsumi smiled a bit, "That's one way of putting it, Harry-Chan. But I hope that they manage their dream." Nodding, they continued to walk along, though at one point the Kitsune blinked as she noted one stand where there were two women sitting next to one another at a stand proclaiming itself as an information booth belonging to "Ginzan Combined School". One of two women had two long horns on her head and her face had an exasparated look as she looked at her fellow.

Mainly because the silver haired woman was leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head and a bored expression. Of course, something else that caught Harry's and Natsumi's attention were the two red wings behind her which made the Kitsune frown, "I... think that I know who those are." Seeing the interested look, Natsumi motioned with her hands, "They're Principal and Phys-ed teacher for the school, Shiromizu-Chan pointed them out earlier. The one with the horns is a Hakutaku hanyou who leans more towards her father and the other is Suzaku-Sama's daughter, also a Hanyou. From what she told me, the Pheonix of the South had a child with one of the Fujiwara centuries ago and she mostly just wanders around."

Head tilted to the side, Harry considered that before nodding though he did wonder what they were doing here just the same...

It was not long after that the nearly fourteen year old wizard spotted movement out of the corner of his eye and turned in time to see Hoppou flying towards him, "BIG BROTHER!"

Just barely catching her, Harry gave a laugh as he swung the squealing little Abyssal around, "Hoppou!" Moments later, he stumbled as Natsumi's little sisters, Rei and Asuka, collided with his legs, "Oof!"

Both little Kitsune had large grins on their faces, "Harry-Nii-San!"

With a sigh, Harry looked over at Natsumi only to see her giggling behind one hand and sighed as there would be no help from there, obviously. Instead, he turned to the two small Kitsune, "Asuka-Chan, Rei-Chan..." Looking at Hoppou, he continued, "Hoppou, I take it that the three of you are enjoying the festival?"

Letting go of him, and sliding to the ground, Hoppou nodded some with a bright smile on her face, "Hoppou is, Big Brother! Hoppou is really enjoying the festival, especially as she can share it with Asuka-Chan and Rei-Chan!" Looking over at Kenshō, she smiled and gave the blade a hug as well, "Hoppou wants to know if Kenshō wants to join them though?"

Only humming, the teenage wizard looked down at Kenshō who seemed torn between being hopeful and unsure, "Well, I don't mind too much though perhaps we should join you as well." He gave a small wink, "Just to be safe."

Much to his amusement, that seemed to releave Kenshō before the four children began giggling and hopping around as they hugged each other. After a few moments, Natsumi cleared her throat, "Where's Haha-ue? I thought that she was watching over you?"

The two young Kitsunes and one Abyssal looked at each other before shrugging as Rei answered for them, "We found Taichi-Nii-San along with Kaga-Nee-San and Akagi-Nee-San over that way." She pointed in a general direction before getting an odd look on their face, "They were all kissy kissy with each other too!"

Rapidly nodding, Asuka had wide eyes, "Hai! It was like..." She turned away from the two teenagers and wrapped her arms around herself before rubbing her hands up and down, "Muh! Muh! I love you Kaga-Chan! I love you, Akagi-Chan! Mwah!"

Natsumi had to turn with her shoulders shaking as she tried her best not to laugh, "I-I see..." After a few moments, she got herself under enough control to turn back to the three girls, "And I take it that Haha-ue, after hearing you tell her that, went off to find him?"

Both twins nodded, "Hai!"

It was then that Hoppou pointed towards one spot nearby, "But that was okay, because Mommy took over to keep an eye on us."

Eyebrows raised, the two teens turned to find Nagato there with a blush on her face as she took pictures of the group of children. With a look towards Natsumi, Harry gave a small sigh, 'Should have expected that, I guess...' Feeling a tug on his hand, he looked down at Hoppou, "Something wrong?"

However, Hoppou just shook her head, "No, Big Brother, nothing's wrong. But Hoppou found someplace that she wants to show Big Brother..." A few minutes later found them in front of a stand with various stuffed toys in it, "See, Big Brother?"

For several moments, Harry just sort of stared at the stand and knew that Natsumi was as well. Not just because they had the usual stuffed toys though, such as a bear with various bandages on it. But because some of the other toys... such as a plushy that looked just like him with messy felt hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on it's brow. There were also two versions of Natsumi, one being of her near human form with two fox ears and tails, and the other being a two tailed fox with versions of her aunt Haru alongside. As well, one could see plushy versions of the F-15JS done in the colors of the Abyss Divers, plushy versions of the pilots beside them, as well as plushy Hoppous and Nagatos.

Rounding them off were plushy white snakes with red markings on them and what could only be plushy versions of Jin, with pink "Scars" crisscrossing the plush.

Much to his amusement, he watched as one of the Ta-Class of the Cult of the Dark One won a stuffed toy and took one of the Jin ones. She proceeded to hold it above her head triumphantly, "BEHOLD THE DARK ONE! SOFT AND PLUSH!" Reaching into her shirt, she pulled out a worn teddy that she held alongside her new plush and walked off, "See, Mister Bear? This is your new friend..."

Just narrowing her eyes, Natsumi remembered something that she had heard, 'I wonder if that is the one that Mary-San saved when those bastards tried to trick her into starring in an adult video...?'

Harry, meanwhile, was looking at the various toys with a thoughtful look on his face, "Hmm..."

Before he could do anything, however, Kenshō tugged his hand and pointed, "Look, Master! Goldfish!"

With a blink, the teenage wizard looked and chuckled a bit as there was a plush goldfish there, "Hai, I take it that you want it?" When she shyly nodded, he patted her head, "Then I'll try and win it..." As he walked over, Harry internally smirked, 'Along with a plushy version of myself and Hoppou for Mum...'

About a half hour later found them walking away from the stand with Kenshō hugging two giant goldfish plushies to her, with the blade chattering about how she was going to give one to her mother alongside the stuffed Mizuchi. Meanwhile, Nagato was sighing as she happily rubbed her cheeks against the plushy Harry and Hoppou... while Natsumi had one of the Harrys for herself and Harry had gotten both versions of Natsumi, much to the Kitsune's embarrassment and bemusement.

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Softly sighing, Natsumi slipped into the hot, mineral rich water of the hot spring with the heat seeping into her tired body. As the water reached her shoulders, she hummed even as a shudder went through her, "Mmm..."

Lips twitching, Louisiana smiled down at the Kitsune in question, "I do not think that I need to ask if you are enjoying it, ma chérie."

Chuckling, the Kitsune shook her head, "No, you don't, Louisiana-Chan." Closing her eyes briefly, she sighed, "No you don't... my feet and legs are so tired from all the walking I did."

Gently, Louisiana placed an arm around her shoulders and was rewarded by Natsumi shifting until she could lay her head against the shipgirl's chest, "Oui, I can imagine. But just rest now and relax a little."

One honey colored eye opening, Natsumi smiled up at her, "Hai, I will." Getting a nod, she looked over at Harry who was also in the hot spring which currently contained just the three of them as the others had gone to bed already, "But this was a fun festival, wasn't it, Harry-Chan?"

A smile on his face, Harry looked over Natsumi from where he was on Louisiana's other side, "It really was, to be honest." Stretching, he gave a small groan, "But... I'm looking forward to going home just the same. Still..." The nearly fourteen year old gave a shrug, "I am coming back next year."

That got a nod and chuckle from Natsumi as she smiled, "Same, Harry-Chan."

With a sigh, she closed her eyes once more allowing the heated water to relax her as the three of them enjoyed the hot spring. Head pillowed on the Battleship's chest, Natsumi found herself slipping into a bit of a doze, lulled by the sounds of Louisiana's boilers as they worked. It was, she felt, quite comfortable to lay there up against Louisiana.

Dozing, her mind went back over the past year, and in particular the past few months. Since their combined date with Harry to Hogsmeade back in October, she found herself getting closer to the Battleship as they spent time together. After all, she had felt that it was only fair to give Louisiana a chance. Much to her surprise, however, Natsumi found herself enjoying it. But it was when they had went mountain climbing together that really brought it home to her. And after that, she found the two of them growing closer. Perhaps not as close as her and Harry were, but... not that far either.

It was a bit of a shock to the Kitsune when she found herself actually being attracted to the Battleship.

But some thought, Natsumi came to the realization that perhaps it should not have been such a surprise. She had already been close to Louisiana after all and cared deeply for her. It helped that said shipgirl had never hidden her feelings either. There was also the fact that, looking back, she had been attracted to Harry even when he crossplayed. The recent event when Harry had been cursed to wear female clothing for a week had given her some interesting dreams after all.

Yet, it had still left Natsumi confused about herself at the same time, her being attracted to both Harry and Louisiana, a man (which was what Harry was in her mind) and a woman. Really, really confused about how she should react and feel about it. It also frustrated her as well about it.

So much so that one day, she sought out Hoshi herself to talk to about it. The older Kitsune had listened carefully, not judging or teasing her, until she was done. Nor had the Kyuubi dismissed her issue. Rather, Hoshi had given the matter some thought and nodded before talking to her.

According to her, there was nothing wrong with such a thing, being attracted to people of both genders. In fact, it was perfectly natural for her to feel like that. Hoshi had gone on to admit that she, too, had been attracted to women in her time, including Chiyo, Natsumi's grandmother, though that had gone no further than a close friendship that she treasured. And it was something not uncommon among Kitsune and other shapeshifters as well due to their nature. When one could change their appearence to look like the opposite gender, such barriers were much less of an issue.

Embarrassed, the older Kitsune had admitted, in a whisper to Natsumi, that she had taken on the form of a man to visit a brothel back in the 1500s to enjoy herself, which had caused the teen to blush deeply at the thought.

When she had asked Hoshi how she should react and what she should do, the Kyuubi had thought about it before answering. She had stated that perhaps, Natsumi should explore her feelings a little and see where it would take her. After all, she was still young and so it was part of her growing up. Her voice did gain a slight teasing tone, however, when she pointed out that she had the perfect way to do so with Louisiana, which had caused Natsumi to blush from the tip of her ears to the tip of her tails. Not helping was some of the comments that the older Kitsune had made about said Battleship. Not one single bit.

That was not to say that Natsumi had dismissed it either. Because she could see under the amusement and teasing, that Hoshi did mean well and was trying to help her out of love and care. Hence, she decided that it was pretty good advice after all and had given some thought as to how to persue it. Her decision was to go out on small dates, much like her and Harry had before and Harry had with Louisiana. Going to the movies and the like for example, or having some quiet time together at Rose's tea shop.

Oh, the young Kitsune was certain that her aunt, mother, and father knew. But none of the three ever did anything but smile and ask if she enjoyed herself. Never was there any actual judgement in regards to it. And she always answered with a smile that she had as a matter of fact. Her feelings still confused her, of course, but...

But...

She felt like she was slowly getting a hang on them. Perhaps someday, she would fully come to understand them. But until that day, she was willing to just see and explore a little.

Feeling Louisiana's body shift, she came out of her doze and opened her eyes to find the shipgirl in question looking down at her with a small, gentle smile, "Ma chérie, I think that we as well as mon chéri have spent enough time in here. We don't want to overdo it after all."

Just groaning a bit, Natsumi stretched before sighing, "Hai, don't want to be too relaxed and fall asleep." Getting out, she glanced back to see both Harry and Louisiana also get out, giving them a look over which made her lips curl into a slightly bigger smile, 'Perhaps...'

It was not long after that all of them were dressed for bed and were laying down in their shared room. Much to Natsumi's amusement, a sleeping Kenshō scooted over to snuggle against Harry's side, which made her smile because it gave her the image of Harry as a father with a daughter. An image that made her happy and thoughtful for the future.

Laying back on Louisiana, she gave Harry a good night kiss before pulling back some, "Good night, Harry-Chan."

Slightly blushing, the nearly fourteen year old nodded, "Good night, Natsumi-Chan." He then moved slightly and gave Louisiana a kiss, "Good night, Louisiana."

Cheeks slightly red, Louisiana smiled back at him happily, "Good night, mon chéri." Turning to Natsumi, her smile grew a touch as she leaned in to give the Kitsune a kiss on the cheek, "And a good night to you as well, ma chérie."

Much to the shipgirl's confusion though, Natsumi moved away from the kiss. Before she could feel any hurt though, the Kitsune leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips and pulled back with a heavy blush, "Good night, Louisiana-Chan... sweet dreams."

For a few moments, the Battleship had a stunned look on her face while Harry blinked owlishly. Then, Louisiana gave the brightest smile that they had seen as she nodded, "Oui, I believe that I shall have dreams sweeter than honey."

Not long afterwards, the three drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces and very pleasant dreams.
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Akitsu Maru was currently enjoying the quiet night as she sat on a log on the shores of Misa's lake. Most everyone else had since turned in for the night, but the two had gone for a walk along the lakeshore together until they reached Misa's own house, which was a Minka style home. Having seen the inside of it, the former IJA shipgirl thought it a beautiful home. According to the Unagi Hime, it was newly built on the same spot where her original home had been before she had needed to flee Kuroshi and into the safety of a den at the bottom of her lake.

Just the reminder that Misa had nearly been killed multiple times by the psychotic Jorogumo made the shipgirl clench her fists and wish that the Yokai was there in front of her.

Still, Akitsu Maru had to admit that Misa was right however, it was lovely as it was, mixing modern and traditional. And she had seen quite a bit of it as she had often spent the night there. The thought of which brought both a smile to her face and a small flush to her cheeks. It was so peaceful that she did enjoy spending her leave time on the mountain after all... and in the company of the Unagi Hime.

Right then, almost as if the thoughts had summoned her, Misa opened the doors to her home and walked out with a bottle of sake in one hand and two dishes in the other. Having twisted around, Akitsu Maru watched other female walk towards her, eyes trailing along the Unagi Hime's "Human" form. Up the very long, toned legs, small waist, past the nearly flat chest, and the long, graceful neck, to the warm brown eyes and slight smile, "Misa-Chan."

Lightly laughing, Misa gave her a look, "Akitsu-Chan." Sitting down on the log with her legs stretched out, the eel Yokai smiled, "Hopefully I have not kept you very long."

However, the shipgirl shook her head with a smile of her own, "No, not at all." Accepting the dish, she held it out as Misa filled it with sake, "It just gave me some time with my thoughts is all."

Only nodding, Misa chuckled a little, "Yes, I suppose that it is a lovely night for it." Filling her own dish, she tapped it against the other woman's, "Cheers."

With a slight nod, Akitsu Maru hummed, "Cheers." Taking a sip, she gave a soft sigh, "Now this is good sake."

Amused, the Yokai shook her head, "It should be considering the person who brewed it has done so for about three hundred years so far." Sipping her own, she hummed as she felt the slight burn, "Ah, nothing quite like having a good drink with someone you care about on a quiet summer's evening."

Head tilted to the side, Akitsu Maru glanced out of the corner of her eye, "Speaking from experience?"

For several moments, Misa was quiet before giving a small nod, "Hai... many, many decades ago, I once had a lover. Neither Katsuhiro-Kun or myself married each other, but we deeply cared for one another. We used to spend nights on the shores of my lake, just passing the time as we watched fireflies dance above the waters as they do now, and the stars and Moon in the sky. Until he was old and grey when one winter's night..." Voice choked a bit, she closed her eyes as slight tears gathered there, "He passed, and I grieved. As I grieved when our children and grandchildren passed, as they were human." Bringing up a hand, the Unagi Hime pointed, "Their graves are in that wooded area, all of them. When Kuroshi came, I was unable to tend to them and she damaged some out of her rage. But I have fixed that and once more their rest is peaceful."

Eyes gazing in the same direction, the shipgirl's voice was quiet as her eyesight could just barely make out the grove in question, "If you had needed help..."

Nothing else needed to be said, but Misa turned to her and had a sad smile on her face, "Hai, I know, Akitsu-Chan. But it was something that I needed to do myself, you understand."

Gently, Akitsu Maru placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, "I do, understand I mean."

Lips curled into a smile, the Unagi Hime placed her hand over Akitsu Maru's, rubbing a thumb along the knuckles, "Thank you." Turning her gaze back to the lake, the stars and crescent Moon reflected as it was nearly like a mirror with barely any ripples, Misa sighed, "But... it has been nearly two centuries since my last great-grandchild with Katsuhiro-Kun passed. The rest of my family moved on to other parts of Japan well before Kuroshi arrived and perhaps... it is time for me to move forward as well."

Her gaze meeting Misa's, Akitsu Maru nodded a little, "I see." With a deep breath, she let it out as a soft sigh, "I'm in the military, you know. There is always the chance..."

Misa chuckled a little and shook her head, "I have lived for a long time, Akitsu-Chan. I remember days when one could never be certain that they would live to see the next sunrise, let alone the next week. When war and disease ravaged the land. This? What you describe to me? It is not new to one such as I who lived through such days. But that also has given me a bit of wisdom if you wish to hear it?" Getting a nod, she smiled, "One thing that I have learned is that such days pass, and peace will come. And one day, you will have peace that you will be able to enjoy."

Several moments passed as the shipgirl considered that before chuckling, "That is something that all us shipgirls look forward to, I suppose." Leaning forward, Akitsu Maru sipped her sake and glanced at the Unagi Hime, "But it will be years before that happens though."

Just spreading her arms, Misa grinned, "And I have lived nearly five centuries, Akitsu-Chan. What is a decade or two? Or even three or four?" Her expression softened a little, "I can wait for as long as needed. We have time, I think."

To Akitsu Maru's gaze, she could see the soft light of the fireflies around them gently illuminating the lines of Misa's face. For a brief moment, she had the amusing thought of how different the two were. Both were about the same height, but where she was busty with curves, Misa was slender. Oddly, it reminded her of how Haruna and Rose were different from each other before she shook that off.

Instead, she smiled softly before her hand gently grasped the Unagi Hime's. Misa gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at her as Akitsu Maru nodded, "I think... that you are perhaps correct, Misa-Chan. Besides which? This place would be nice to settle at."

Humming happily, Misa nodded before turning her gaze to the stars, "I have always wondered... the stars at sea, are they as beautiful as they are here?"

Now turning her own sight to the stars, Akitsu Maru smiled, "Hai, they are, though they are the same stars. But sailing on the sea at night, especially when it is calm? The stars stretch out to the horizon without end, and reflect on the water. And as I move, wisps of greenish light can be seen trailing behind. It is... beautiful."

Blinking, Misa sighed softly, "It does sound amazing to see, especially for one such as I who has spent their entire life in the mountains. Perhaps, one day, I will see it for myself."

Hand coming up, the shipgirl gently cupped her cheek, which Misa leaned into, "And I would love showing it to you, Hime..."

With that, Akitsu Maru leaned in and gently kissed her as the two enjoyed the quiet moment under the stars on the shores of a mountain lake that reflected the sky back, fireflies dancing through the air around them...

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A Winter's Shadow Over Kingsport (V)

13 July 2014

Kingsport, Smuggler's Cove, Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Maine, USA

"Politics is tricky; it cuts both ways. Every time you make a choice, it has unintended consequences."- Stone Gossard

"Adept Lavinia Whateley of TOTEM. What the HELL are you playing at?" Delilah's voice was cold with killing menace under the iron control.

The Muramasa's eyes narrowed as she scowled at the albino witch. "No, you are no doubt geased to not reveal it. I'll come back to you."

With that she reached into the pocket of her robes. She pulled out a olive drab Motorola handheld radio and switched it on. "SAMSON to GOLIATH, do you copy?"

Whateley gave Delilah a hate-filled glare promising endless suffering.

A crackle of static emitted then Alondra David's voice sounded. "GOLIATH here, I read you three by five SAMSON. Sitrep?"

Delilah grinned smugly as she holstered her true body. "It was cultists. I have approximately Three-Zero folks in custody and will need pickup and handling for them while we sort out what is what. Please relay to AHAB and IRONSIDES that report, and that we have a big fish."

She turned to look over the ritual chamber, then blinked at the map that had the abyssal skull over it. Three separate sets of black tokens had appeared offshore and were converging on the coast. "GOLIATH urgent request. Have one of your patrol groups do a hard port turn for me now! I need confirmation ASAP."

"Affirmative SAMSON. Relaying now."

As Delilah watched, a trio of white icons offshore suddenly turned left in column. "Ibne-sharmouta!" she swore vulgarly in Levantine Arabic in and mashed the transmit button hard, "GOLIATH, we have a big problem. I have a map showing fleet movements and there are three, no FOUR Abyssal groups heading for the coast. I think the ritual that I broke up is calling them in from the Atlantic. I need backup and evacuation of the noncombatants I have in custody and I need it yesterday." Her voice was cold and precise.

"SAMSON, do you have a place that can land helicopters?"

Delilah bit her lip. "The village common, affirmative, GOLIATH. I'll have my team set up a signal flare from there for pickup and sweep the locale for anyone to evacuate them." She glanced at the map again. "Make that five groups heading my way. I'll try to shut this down before we get buried here."
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Spoiler: Death From The Sea

Portsmouth Naval Air Station, Portsmouth, Maine

"Understood, SAMSON. The Navy is on the way." Alondra David said into her radio as her captain snapped out orders on her Talk Between Ships system. "Hold out till we get there."

"Understood, GOLIATH." Delilah's static filled voice sounded. "Over and out."

David turned to the hangar full of FBI agents and shipgirls. "Bruce, Charles. Get the civvies evacuated and we transport them back here. Us shipgirls will buy time," She looked at the force of Spanish-American War and World War I ships seconded to her for magical operations, "until the modern girls can arrive and crush them."

USS Olympia spoke to her over the scream of the turbines as the helicopters rocketed toward the defenseless village. "We'll hold, Pillsbury. We'll hold."
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Kingsport, Smuggler's Cove, Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Maine, USA

Delilah looked at the TOTEM researcher and took a deep breath and spoke in a calm voice. "I just hope I'm around to witness your execution by MACUSA when they find out what you did. Human sacrifice and attacks on No-Maj? Did you go insane?" She waved her wand, casting a charm to allow Lavinia Whateley to speak soundlessly while keeping her paralyzed to prevent spellcasting. She then propped Whateley up against the wall. "But we have a greater crisis here than what you have been doing."

The albino gave her a glare of hatred. "Because you had the nerve to interrupt an authorized and licensed MACUSA classified operation. You had no idea what we were accomplishing here! Decades of work wrecked!"

Delilah nodded slowly as she watched the icons drawing closer. "I suppose ignorance is bliss. Tell me how to shut this off and I'll testify on your behalf at your trial, Lavinia. You know my word's good."

"Without additional life energies to shift the beacon nexus to a suitable location for culling, it is impossible, de Breuil. The Tomb does not have enough power to self-initiate." The albino admitted to the Muramasa as the Abyssal icons drew closer.

"The skull there is your focus item then." Delilah thought out loud, noticing Lavinia's eyes widen. Maybe..."

She suddenly grinned smugly as the first icons for the shipgirls appeared at speed from the southwest. "Got it. Zamarad, I need you!"

The candles flamed brightly and the Ifrit stepped out. "Delilah what is it?'

Delilah handed Zamarad her true body butt-first. "Take this and handle calling in the reinforcements on the radio. Your code name is SAMSON here, call for GOLIATH. With luck, I'll manifest again if this plan works. If not... I love you."

She kissed the Ifrit hard and passionately and grabbed the skull. The TOTEM researcher's eyes bulged.

"Delilah, where are you going?" Zamarad said as Delilah released her.

Delilah de Breuil grinned. "I'm going to see some wendigos about a fight. Try to get what you can out of Lavinia here and don't let her escape. If they get past me..." Delilah pulled out her wand and her shotgun, pumping it rapidly to empty the chamber. "Accio Slug." She then slung it and took a deep breath as her jaw set in a hard line.

"Burn the town down to delay them." With those words Delilah vanished in a crack of displaced air.
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On the beach outside, Delilah grinned at the bound pair of Kee-Wakw wendigo spirits on their patrol route. Her wand moved and she flung a fireball at them to enrage them. "Incendio!"

The twin spirits roared at her and grew to five times that of a man as they charged for her with endless savage hunger in their eyes.

Delilah laughed smugly and began to sprint toward the ocean as the ground behind her shook with their hoofbeats. Behind the chase, a golden beacon of light sprang up to show the landing zone for the reinforcements.

"Mache dlo!" she cast in Lakota as her wand flicked and her feet glowed with an aquamarine aura.

With that she began to dash across the water as if it was land toward the glowing, pulsing beacon of the Wood Island lighthouse three quarters of a mile offshore. Green witchfire formed in the eye sockets of the Abyssal skull she held like it was the Quaffle on a breakaway scoring try.

The flashes of lightning ahead showed the dark figures of the Abyssal tide approaching from the sea to crash onshore like a tsunami of death. Behind her the bay froze solid under the hooves of the Kee-Wakw chasing her.

 

[darthcourt10]

Harry Leferts

Fubuki hummed a little as she waited for the video call to connect. Glancing at the time on the clock, she did a few calculations and nodded, 'It's just after seven in the evening, so... it should be around eleven in the morning back home.' Suddenly, she noted that the call had connected and called out, "Guys! I got the connection!"

The others in her fleet moved in and got there just in time to see the video light up to reveal Fu-Chan and the others. Upon seeing Fubuki, the Kitsune's expression lit up with joy that made the Destroyer smile, "{Fubuki-San!}"

Hers was not the only voice as the various others tried to crowd the screen to look at the shipgirls, which made Yuudachi calm down, "Relax, Poi. We have plenty of time to talk and such."

From where she leaned against Fubuki's shoulder, Mutsuki also had a smile on her face, "Yuudachi-Chan is right. So relax and we'll all talk."

Just taking a seat and placing Ayame on his lap, Yoshi grinned as his monkey tail swished, "{Not a problem, Yuudachi-San, Mutsuki-San.}"

Clambering up into Fu-Chan's lap, Akane gave a yawn before rubbing her eyes which made Kisaragi coo a little, "You still a little sleepy, Akane-Chan? Or have you not been getting enough sleep?"

Only blinking, the Neko shook her head, "[Um... just a bit tired, Kisaragi-San...}" Shaking her head some as her ears twitched, she frowned some, "{When are you coming home?}"

Softly smiling, Mutsuki shared a look with her sister, "We'll be heading home on the next convoy which won't be long." Then she blinked seven times to tell them how long, which they nodded at. One thing that their new guardians had taught them was that they could not say when the convoys would happen over the Skype and the like. Which they understood when it was explained to them as keeping the Abyssals from knowing, "But when we get back, we'll have a lot of treats for you."

At that, all the children perked up some with Akari leaning in some, "[Treats? For us?}"

With a hum, Kana gave her a smile, "Hai, we'll be bringing treats from America and Canada back. And some other items as well..." She made a motion with her hand, "Our holds are all full of goodies."

Fubuki smiled and gave the two squirrel Yokai a wink, "And yes, that includes things like nuts and maple syrup. We got them cleared for customs and the like." She gave a small shrug, "Hopefully you'll like the tins of mixed nuts for you two and other treats."

Bouncing on her sister's lap, Yomi gave a squeak, "{Do you hear that, Hitomi-Nee-Chan! Fubuki-San and the others are bringing us nuts! Lots and lots of nuts!}"

Unable to help herself, Yuudachi laughed, "Not just nuts, but other things." She patted her stomach a little, "I got an entire trunk filled with potato chips, chocolate bars, and the like, Poi! And those really big peanut butter jars."

Kana raised her hand a bit, "And I got honey jars as well."

Various giggles came across the computer as the Yokai all looked towards an embarrassed Onikuma. Scratching his cheek, he gave them a small smile, "{Thank you, Kana-San. I appreciate it...}"

Smiling, Kana waved it off, "I don't mind at all, Daichi-Kun. There's lots of food and such that we can grab after all." Then, she gave a small shrug, "Also, we have plenty of other foods as well. I have bison and elk meat in my lockers as well as turkeys!"

Eyes wide, the children started chatting at that before turning back as Kisaragi spoke, giving them a wink, "Also plenty of ice cream from America and such." At their wide eyes, she gave them a thumbs up, "We're bringing back plenty of treats for you all."

Just staring, Kasumi had a stunned look, "{A-ah...}"

Noticing how they went quiet, Fubuki frowned a little, "Are you all alright? Did something happen?"

Much to her confusion, some of the children wiped at their eyes and shook their heads. Natsumi sniffled a little as her ears twitched, "{S-sorry, Fubuki-S-San... it's just...}" Swallowing, she looked at the shipgirls on the otherside of the connection and curled up a bit, "{W-why are you getting so many things for us?}"

For several moments, the shipgirls were quiet before Fubuki spoke in a soft, gentle tone, "Why are we getting so many things for you?" At their nods, she shook her head, "Because we care for you, and want to shower you in love and joy. You, all of you, deserve to be taken care of and to be the children that you should have been. Leave it to us to take care of you, just enjoy being children."

If anything, that made the children tear up all the more before Fu-Chan gave a sad chuckle, "{I wish that you were here, Fubuki-K-San...}"

Puzzled by what she was about to say, Fubuki only shook it off before smiling a bit sadly herself, "Hai, and I wish that I was there so that I could give all of you hugs."

Beside her, Yuudachi gave them a nod, "And she's not the only one, Poi. If I was there right now, I would sweep all of you up in hugs! Lots and lots of hugs, Poi!"

At that, some of the children giggled as they stopped crying and told the shipgirls that they would have returned those hugs. Mutsuki then gave a look towards Fubuki before turning to the screen, "Now, how have things been at home? You all been doing good?"

Hitomi gave a smile as she hugged her little sister to her, "{We've been doing good, Mutsuki-San. Yomi-Chan, Akane-Chan, and Ayame-Chan have been doing good in their studies, so they should be able to start school next year. The rest of us...}" The older of the two squirrel Yokai paused before shrugging, "{We've been doing good as well with our studies.}"

Right then, Akane spoke up, holding her hand in the air, "{Oh! Oh! We've been keeping the house all nice and clean, too! Ayame-Chan and myself have even been helping do dishes!}"

Eyes wide, Kisaragi leaned in, "Really now?"

When she glanced at him, Daichi gave a small shrug, "{Um, we let them pick up the forks and spoons to rinse under the water before we clean them. And sometimes we let them wash the plastic cups, but nothing more.}"

Head tilted to the side, Ayame frowned before perking up, "{Oh! And Takao-Nee-San has been dropping by as well!}" Arms crossed, she had a serious expression on... which only made her look utterly adorable, "{She helps and with clothes and stuff though...}" A confused expression crossed the pink haired Neko's face, "{Daichi-Nii-San likes to watch her lots for some reason.}"

Sensing a chance for teasing, all the shipgirls fixed their range finders on a blushing Onikuma. Eyebrow raising as she smirked, Fubuki leaned in, "Reeeally now? Daichi-Kun likes to watch Takao-San whenever she is over?"

Not understanding what was happening, Akane nodded and raised a hand as well, "And sometimes, he transforms to lay in her lap as well! Oh! And he is always red when she compliments him and says that he's a good Nii-San."

Internally, Daichi groaned at seeing the grins being given to him, 'Great...' Looking away with a blush, he huffed a bit, "{L-look, Takao-Sama is just, um... a role model! Yes, a role model for me...}"

Under his breath, Yoshi snorted a bit, "Yeah, a role model for something alright for you." Moments later, he gave a laugh as he dodged a punch to the arm from his fellow male Yokai, "Ha! You'll have to do better than that!"

Growling, the Onikuma glared at him through his blush, only to groan as Fubuki wagged a finger at him with an amused look on her face, "Now, now, Daichi-Kun. Besides..." There was a twinkle in her eye as she continued, "I don't blame you for watching Takao-San~"

All he did was hold his face in his hands and groan.

Roughly an hour later, they all said goodbye and Fubuki turned off the connection followed by the computer which she stowed back in her holds. Stretching a bit, she gave a small groan, "Ah... That was nice."

Placing a hand on her shoulders and rubbing them through her shirt, Mutsuki nodded with a happy smile, "It was, Fubuki-Chan. Especially with how much happier they all seem to be."

With a hum as she look over her shoulder, the first Modern Destroyer smiled back at her, "Hai, they seem a lot happier." Sighing, Fubuki shook her head some, "Though I can't wait to get back home after this."

Lips curling into a bigger smile, Mutsuki leaned in, "Same here, Fubuki-Chan." Giving her fellow Destroyer a kiss on the corner of the lips, she nodded, "But it will be a few weeks yet."

Yuudachi then pumped her fist a little, "Besides! We haven't told them all of the surprises that we got for them, Poi! The game room we're setting up downstairs will be awesome for them!"

That got her nods and giggles as they all nodded. Stretching her arms back, Kisaragi hummed as there was a series of pops, "Hopefully, Ooyodo-San is happy with all that we're bringing back to the base."

Cocking her head to the side, Kana frowned a little, "I hope that she is, especially with all the items in our holds." Eyes furrowing, she shook her head, "Though I'm happy that, um, Costco has that deal with the USN where every shipgirl, visiting from other nations or not, counts as members." Tapping her chin, the Battleship hummed, "Though we got a lot of those chips and sodas..."

Just shrugging, Yuudachi grinned a little, "It is just going to go into that shop along with all the other treats. Though we got what other shipgirls wanted as well, like that Canadian whiskey and wine from Califonia."

Having gotten up, Fubuki patted her knees a little, "Hai, but then, that is what any shipgirl on convoy does when given the list of items to pick up from overseas. I'm just happy that shipgirl customs makes it easier for us to transport food back and forth." Each of the others nodded at that before they began to walk out of their temporary quarters, "I'm really happy that the magical ice boxes were done before we headed out. I was not looking forward to transporting all those frozen items and neither was Hikari-Kun."

Needless to say, that got understanding nods from the others.

Eventually, they made their way down to the firing range where various shipgirls practiced their aim. Currently, it was various Battleships who were doing such, all of them under the watchful eye of Washington as they took aim at targets out on Puget Sound and fired. Mainly because the Battleships practicing were all "Never-Builds", ships never built in the first place. Three of them had Native American looks and were from the "Montana Design" studies, which made them half-sisters to the Iowas and Montanas.

It was two of the others that caught their attention as they came from an earlier design study from 1934, though the Destroyers winced a bit at the booms from the twenty inch guns carried by said Battleships. Shaking her head, Yuudachi leaned forward a bit as they switched to radio to be heard, '{Poi... that's impressive.}'

Watching one shell come down and detonate with a massive plume of water as it struck the target, Fubuki could only nod, '{Hai, it is.}' Shaking her head, she glanced at the others, '{Could you imagine if the Americans built them during the war?}'

All of the shipgirls shuddered a little at that thought before shaking it off.

Finding a seat, they sat down and watched, with Washington glancing at them and giving a slight nod before going back to instructing the other Battleships. Once they were done and the range was able to be used, Fubuki and the others walked over to one of the Native American looking ships. Smiling, Kana gave her a wave, "Sequoyah-San, you did great out there."

Her lips twitching, now named Sequoyah turned towards them, "Ah, thanks Miss Kana, I would like to think so." Rolling her shoulders, she shook her head, "I'm just happy that I'm about done with my training and so is Kanawha."

Said Battleship waved towards them before going back to chat with their fellow sister before Fubuki turned back to Sequoyah, "Have they decided on where they're going to send you yet?"

Just shaking her head, the shipgirl crossed her arms over her chest, "From what I have heard, Okinawa is one possibility, Guam is another." Then, she shook her head, "Though I think that they might send one of the small Battleships up to Hawaii since they have less area to patrol."

That only made them all nod, though Mutsuki placed her hands behind her head, "So, I noticed that you placed the shield for South Dakota on your hull?"

At that, Sequoyah sheepishly scratched at her cheeks, "Ah, well... Miss Dakota did help me out a lot when I was first summoned. So I thought that it would be nice if I honoured her in such a way." Placing a hand on her hip, she chuckled, "Right, I said that I was going to show you this nice little place I found for pizza, right...?" Upon seeing the grins, all the American did was shake her head before gesturing to her sister and beginning to walk, "Well, if you'll follow us, we'll show you where it is..."

Much later that night, Fubuki was asleep in her assigned bunk in a cuddlepile with the others as she slept off the big, even for a shipgirl, pizza. Within her hull, however, she was looking over the Captain's Cabin before turning as the door opened and she bowed, "Yamashita-Kun."

Bowing back, the ghostly apparation smiled at her, "Fubuki-Chan, shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Lightly laughing, Fubuki shook her head, "Maybe, but I..."

His lips twitching, Lieutenant Commander Yamashita Shizuo understood what she wanted and walked over to her and placed a hand on the Destroyer's shoulder, "We're still working on it, Fubuki-Chan, so don't worry. We've already found some of them, but... it will be a bit of time before we can find all of them, but the crew are looking throughout the Afterlife." At her nod, he tilted his head a little, "I must ask, once more, are you certain about this? There could be changes after all."

Not answering him, Fubuki looked into the distance for a time before nodding, "Hai, I am. I'll do them right, and they deserve this."

Softly smiling, the man who commanded her when she sank bowed, "Of course, as expected of you, Fubuki-Chan. No matter what you do, you do your best at it."

All the shipgirl did was chuckle and nod.

 

[darthcourt10]

Yellowhammer

A Winter's Shadow Over Kingsport (VI)

13 July 2014

Saco Bay (Just North Of Kingsport) Maine, USA

"You cannot pass," he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass." -- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Spoiler: Delilah's Run

"Oŋšimala yo..."

Delilah ran.

Her breath hissed through her avatar's clenched teeth in a rictus grin to prevent a scream of agony from leaking out.

Her connection between her avatar and her revolver body was stretched even further like a rubber band torturing her further with each step that she took away from where it should be.

"Oŋšimala yo..."

Delilah ran.

Lightning flashed ahead of her showing the corpse-pale shapes of the Abyssals approaching the defenseless magical community behind her.

Dozens of shapes of madness and metal, dead shark-like eyes and chitin.

Mankind's evil and hatred returned to destroy that which gave it birth.

Death from the Sea.

"Oŋšimala yo..."

Delilah ran.

Thunder sounded behind her as the twin Kee-Wakw wendigo spirits began to close the distance, for as the legends said, they were swifter than the fastest warrior.

Great taloned hands reached for her and they licked their lips in anticipation of the feast that she was as their hooves closed the distance between themselves and her.

Ice and rime followed in their wake for were not they the terrible cold ever-empty insatiable hunger of famine and winter?

Death from the Land.

"Héya hoyéwayélo..."

Delilah ran.

The Abyssal skull under her arm grew ice cold to the touch and her fingers numbed painfully as frostbite formed.

Witchlight built in the eyesockets of the skull and crackled from the granite tower of the lighthouse ahead erected above the grave of the Abyssal Elder Princess as a focusing mechanism.

"Aŋpétu kin lé makakijélo..."

Delilah ran.

Flickers of light ahead and the first shells screamed in as the Abyssals opened fire on the trio of running figures.

Spray spattered Delilah and then sand, mud and rock chips from the explosions around her as the shore of Wood Island approached with each agonizing movement of her legs, her heart, her mind, her spirit.

"Waní wačhíŋ yé..."

Delilah Naomi de Breuil-Muramasa, adopted as Kills Many the medicine woman and warrior of the Oglala Lakota, ran as she sang her death song.

"Héya hoyéwayélo!"
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Kingsport, Smuggler's Cove, Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Maine, USA
Spoiler: Zamarad's Choice

Zamarad stared at the captured TOTEM researcher with fire in her emerald eyes. One hand gently caressed Delilah's revolver body before sliding it through the waistband of her skirt.

"You will tell me now how to shut this down and save Shaelat ruwhi. Where are your research notes?" The Ifrit's furious voice was the roar of a burning oil refinery the moment before it exploded.

Lavinia Whateley's eyes widened in alarm as she realized that Delilah had summoned up this enraged nonhuman spirit to interrogate her.

She remembered the whispers about the respected and feared Agent Ocelot of MIB, and how that she could be as coldly vicious and ruthless as any Dark Lord when required. The whispers about how many enemies of MACUSA had been rumored to have died at her hands over her long and storied career.

"I... I cannot say without authorization." She choked out.

She then gulped as the eyes of her interrogator narrowed to burning slits. A hand grabbed her cheek and she whimpered mentally as she felt the skin contact, just below the level at which her flesh would burn.

"I do not need you to talk to reveal the location." Zamarad hissed like a steam boiler pressed well beyond its design limits as she touched the cord of fate of the TOTEM mage with her powers.
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Tina Goldstein poked her head through the shattered door. "Del... Oh Emma, where's Del?"

Zamarad turned and surveyed the MIB witch. "Del is buying time to evacuate. Take this one and keep her safe. She is a key to many locked doors."

Tina nodded and floated Lavinia with a flick of her wand. "Beacon's up and we have the others assembled for evacuation. Helicopters are coming."

"Good." The Ifrit handed Tina the radio and Delilah's revolver as she stalked past the witch. "You are SAMSON, call GOLIATH and get them down."

"Wait, where are you going, Emma?" Tina said as she followed on the Ifrit's heels through the wreckage of the ritual area.

Zamarad's smile showed all her needle-pointed teeth. "I know where their secrets are kept now. Do not follow me." With that she took the stairs down to the village green two at a time. Thunder both manmade and natural boomed as the Ifrit headed to a nearby building through the rain which flashed to steam around her.

Tina raised the radio to her lips. "GOLIATH, this is SAMSON. We are ready for evacuation, over."

As the witch watched in shock, the door to the building suddenly burst into flame and burned to ashes in a split-second as Zamarad approached it.
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Alondra David's radio buzzed as they approached the pillar of gold light. Beyond it in the bay, flashes of shellfire illuminated a swarm of misshapen figures fighting around the greenish-glowing beacon of the lighthouse offshore.

"GOLIATH, this is SAMSON. We are ready for evacuation, over." The voice on the radio was different than Del's Alondra noted as she responded.

"GOLIATH here. I see your LZ. Landing now." the shipgirl responded as the pilot cut forward momentum.

Scant seconds later she leapt to the grass and ran toward the figure with the radio.

Behind her her team piled out with the shipgirls running toward the battle raging offshore.

The FBI agents hastily helped the civilians and captives on board her helicopter before running to the nearby houses to evacuate anyone there.

Wind lashed Alondra's hair as the first helicopter took off to make room for the next helicopter's landing from the holding pattern overhead.

To her surprise, the figure waiting for her was not Del, but an elderly witch with her hair in a pageboy cut. "FBI Special Agent Alondra David here, we're your backup. Del's not here, so where is she?"

The witch grimaced. "Tina Goldstein, MACUSA Auror. The one at my feet is the ringleader of this clusterfuck. Delilah is busy out in the bay buying time according to Emma."

Alondra blinked. "Emma, who's Emma?" She asked in curiosity as another helicopter landed and shipgirls boiled out of it to run to the sound of the guns.

Tina shook her head as the helicopter took off and another landed.

Cannon fire from the bay began to pick up into a thunderstorm of noise as she shouted over her head. "Delilah's friend, she went in there."

The witch pointed at a white frame house.
Spoiler: Tunin Alnaar

A split second later the house erupted like a volcano into burning fragments of timber that pinwheeled through the night to start smaller fires across Kingsport.

A monstrous dragon formed of living white hot magical flames reared up from the smoking glass-bottomed crater where the TOTEM Secure Vault had been with a scream of triumph that shattered glass all over town.

"oh...." Alondra whispered in shock.

 

[darthcourt10]

lt_agn02

This is more of a recap than anything, but we need a distraction.
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"Unryuu-nee! Amagi-nee!" Katsuragi called out as she held a printout in her hand. "We got a letter from Aso-neechan!"

Looking up from the shogi board in front of them, the two carriers glanced at their younger sister.

In truth, it had been almost a week and a half since they saw their youngest sister off with the Hawaii-bound convoy.

"To Houshou-san, Unryuu-nee, Amagi-nee, and Katsuragi-nee,

I just arrived safely in Hawaii. I wish I could video call you, but for the sake of operational security, I have to wait. The trip was rough since I had to stay onboard the transport ship most of the time, but thankfully we never ran into any Abyssals until I was let on the water.

I will have to thank some of the Allied Abyssals for that later.

Near the end, Missouri-san came out to greet us after Guam-san forgot to tell me the password to let us in. She's nice and all, but I would hate to get on her bad side.

When I went to the armory to leave my gear, I met a few Filipino sailors.

Did you know that my name means "dog" in Tagalog? I didn't. Some of the non-Filipinos said things about the Filipinos eating me because of it and everybody laughed except me. I don't get it at all.

They also called me 'Anak' or something like that. I don't know what that means, so I'll ask them later.

I met the admiral after that and he seems nice. I took a selfie with him and attached it to the email."

Curiously, Unryuu took a look at the picture that Katsuragi set down in front of them.

Houshou suppressed a giggle while Unryuu and Katsuragi both snorted in amusement. Meanwhile, Amagi stared in bewilderment at the picture and her family's reactions.

"Am...Am I missing something?" Amagi asked, holding up the picture. "It's just Aso-chan and Admiral Smith, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is," Houshou responded, "but Admiral Smith just so happens to greatly resemble a very famous American celebrity. Come to think of it, you've never seen any movies since you were Summoned, correct?"

Amagi shook her head in denial.

Pressing her hands together, Houshou flashed a gentle smile. "In that case, let's make tonight a movie night. I can rent a copy of Pulp Fiction and Snakes on a Plane at the base library."

Amagi nodded, turning back to Aso's letter.

"He looks exactly like Samuel L. Jackson! He even named the Air Force's Anti-Abyssal strike force The Motherfuckers!

Anyway, he assigned Bowfin-san to be my battle buddy while I am here. I don't really like that system, but it can't be helped. I will be staying with her and Tsushima Maru-san in their dorm while I am here.

Tsushima Maru is around Katsuragi-nee's age, I think. I still don't understand how she and Bowfin-san have a mother-daughter relationship, even after the incident, but I suppose it's not my place to judge.

Anyway, in the morning, I have to go to a briefing about disaster relief and sustainability. I hope to learn a lot from it so I can help everyone. I also heard from the grapevine that two ship girls named Alton and Despatch are going to be there too. I hope we all can get along.

When I'm cleared for social media use, I'll be sure to contact you on Skype.

Your sister, Aso."

Looking up from the printed email, Unryuu glanced at Houshou. "Houshou-san, would Aso be all right?"

Houshou smiled at them. "I think she'll do fine. It seems she's doing well so far, after all. Now, would you two like some dinner? Katsuragi-chan helped make nikujaga tonight."

 

[darthcourt10]

mikelima777

Random Short

CFB Esquimalt, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

Admiral Diana Lombard was reviewing a morning brief as she drank a cup of coffee. She hummed as she read a report about preparations for a new offensive operation in the Pacific. She shrugged as a B-25 Mitchell bomber flew past her office window.

"Merde de Tabernak!!!!"

Said window was promptly dripping with coffee as Diana scrambled to an adjacent, clean, window, and watched as the medium bomber circled around. She quickly sent a message to Admiral Settle, asking if Hornet was in Bremerton. A few minutes later, he replied that Hornet was still training folks in California, but was reported to be grinning like an idiot. She looked closely at the bomber overhead and groaned. Over the American roundels were hastily painted RCAF roundels, with the Maple Leaf in the centre.

"BONAVENTURE!!!!!!"

 

[darthcourt10]

Harry Leferts

Appearing outside a mountain Colorado, the young woman nervously rubbed her hands on her jeans as she looked around. Granted, part of that was due to how beautiful the surrounding countryside was. The Rockies were not far off after all and rose majestically upwards. After a minute or two, she jumped a bit at a voice in a slight Scottish accent, "You look a bit out of sorts, m'dear. Are you Miss Abagail Stevens?"

Whipping around, the young witch swallowed and nodded, "Um, yes? Mr. Mulberry, I presume?"

Lips twitching, the old man smiled broadly and walked up before shaking her hand, "Yes, and I am always pleased to see someone new out here. Lovely spot after all."

Somewhat unsure, Abigail gave a slight nod, "I... see?" Glancing around, she cleared her throat some, "I was told to report to my posting at the Ark? But..."

Chuckling, Mulberry simply shook his head some, "Ah, I can tell you are at a loss. Please, lass, follow me." As he walked with a cane and a slight limp, said cane capped with a yellow gemstone, he noted her look of confusion and patted his leg, "1903, was on a hunt with an old friend of mine, Delilah de Bruil and Theodore Roosevelt himself. Unfortunately, the big horn didn't quite agree with me. One of the very few that skelegrow won't work for, but it is a hazard in this line of work."

Considering that, the witch gave a small nod, "I suppose so..."

Despite his age and wound, the old man easily kept up a good pace, "Oh yes! But it is our duty to Mother Earth as her caretakers, as much as some might think otherwise, especially among the No-Maj."

Frowning, Abagail gave him a look, "They have gotten better."

Only shaking his head, he raised a finger, "I never said that they have not, something that I am thankful for. Nor did I say that it was only them as there are some among us magicals who should be reminded of such as well." After a few moments of thought, he shook his head, "Still! That is what our job is here and I for one am happy that they sent someone to give this old man a hand."

Not quite sure, the witch frowned and looked around, "Is it just us out here?"

Lightly chuckling, Mulberry gave her a smile, "No, there's a few others. But we were never really all that important and Magical Department of Fish, Aerial, and Wildlife has never really been considered all that important." When she grimaced and nodded, he continued, "So I have been told that you got a No-Maj education? In regards to... Zoology, I believe that they call it?"

Blushing a little, she nodded, "That's right, with a minor in Biology and Botany."

Moments later, she jumped as the old wizard clapped his hands, "Excellent! Always stated that the No-Majs knew quite a bit when it came to such things. Did you hear about how they sort out life? Absolutely splendid really. Mammals, reptiles, amphibians, makes things easier for us if only more decided to actually pay attention."

A frown on her face as she remembered his earlier boast, she raised an eyebrow, "Did you really run in the same circles as Teddy Roosevelt, Sir? Because since that was the time of Rappport's Law..."

Pausing, he turned and gave her a measuring look before digging in one pocket. Moments later, he removed his wallet and removed a photo that he held out. To her stunned amazement, there he was with said President as well as a woman with one of the biggest handguns she had ever seen. Seeing her expression, he grinned a little, "Perhaps you can tell me?"

Now really blushing for doubting him, she coughed a little, "I-I'm sorry.."

To her confusion though, he just held up a hand, "Don't worry about it, when you get to my age, such things are not worth being insulted over." Once more starting to walk with a grunt, Mulberry shrugged, "As for your question? It was indeed against the law at the time. But I was young and filled with piss and vinegar! And because of Delilah, I adored nature. Her stories of the plains when she told us younger years at Ilvermony... they were enchanting. So when she asked for my help? And for what? Why, I had to go along with it." He gestured around them, "And now, the wild places are kept for the next generation to enjoy. Also..."

Frowning, Abagail leaned in, "Also?"

Mulberry turned and gave her a look, "His name was Theodore, not Teddy. Hated the name from most people and very few were allowed to call him that. Most certainly not either I nor Del and we were good friends!"

A little bit lost, the witch just nodded a bit, "Um, right..." Wanting to change the subject, she looked around, "Where is the Ark, anyways?"

Humming a bit, as if he did not hear her, the old man came to a rock face with a pictograph carved into it, "Ah, yes..." With a nod, he brought up how cane and tapped various places, the rock seeming to melt away. Walking inside, he was followed by the young woman who stared at the sight before them, "Why, right here." Turning, Mulberry gave her a smile, "Miss Stevens, welcome... to the Ark. A place where our Heritage is held safe and sound."

Eyes wide, she took in the rows of shelves lined up all the way to the wall. Mouth open, she stared for a few moments before looking at Mulberry, "Is this?" He gave a nod and she laughed, "I don't believe it!" As the two walked down the stairs, Abigail looked at him, "Doesn't anyone know about this?"

Bemusedly shrugging, Mulberry chuckled, "Know? This isn't a secret facility, my dear. In fact, it is wide open, just... not really paid all that attention to." Scratching his beard, he frowned a little, "I wish that Delilah would take me up on coming here as I know she would love it, but... she's more interested in running around the world than seeing a 'Collection', especially the part that I know she would be interested in. You would think that she thought that it was a museum collection or something."

Glancing at him, Abigail shook her head, "Her loss." Coming to one row of what looked like display cases, she looked inside and looked at the still birds that filled the space, "They look like... pigeons?"

With a hum, the old wizard nodded, "Passenger pigeons as a matter of fact. Roughly about fifteen thousand in this facility, all in stasis thanks to Deathless Sleep Potion. Recently we've been talking with a former member of ALADDIN about a personal project of theirs. With their help, we've increased our numbers still further." Pausing got a moment, he rubbed his beard, "I'd much rather deal with ALADDIN than TOTEM. At least ALADDIN actually does useful things."

They were walking along when Abagail paused at another tank which seemed to be filled with toys. Raising an eyebrow, she glanced at the smiling old man, "Whales?"

Only humming, he walked up and tapped his cane against the glass, "Indeed! North Atlantic Right Whale as a matter of fact, about six thousand. We've been adding a whale or two each year, using shrinking potion to get them down to this size, and then Deathless Sleep potion to place them into stasis and allows us to use less stasis potions. We also have six thousand humpback, two thousand sperm whale, and the like." Further on, he came to a stop again and nodded towards another display, "This... is what I would like to show my old friend, Delilah if she ever visited. Plains Bison, roughly twenty thousand. All shrunk and placed into a suspended animation." Eyes trailing along each of the still bodies, he hummed, "She always did go on about how much she missed the great herds that thundered across the plains."

Mouth dropping, Abagail boggled for a moment before she turned to him, "Where did you get enough for all these?!"

Amused, the old man chuckled, "As a matter of fact? We make most of the potions we need over time. The higher ups know that most of these can have materials that can be used in potions, and so allow it. Bison, for example, in traditional Native American rituals. We don't gather them all up at once though, we do so with a dozen or so across the species we collect a year. Some have gone extinct though, but others are near to it or have come back. I have been working here for... almost a hundred and thirty years. Each one I save from Death's cold grip, I count as a victory. And perhaps one day soon, they can be released once more."

For several moments, the two stood there, quietly thinking. Eventually, Abagail cleared her throat, "Um, Sir? You mentioned ALADDIN, right? The research group?" At his nod, she frowned, "One of my friends said that it was basically magical DARPA for MIB. But, um... does that mean that we might work with TOTEM?"

Blinking for a few seconds, Mulberry laughed loud and hard for five minutes before calming down, "No, no, not at all. Well..." Stroking his beard, he frowned, "Not unless something has gone really badly wildlife wise anyways... like back in 1983."

Confused, the witch blinked, "1983? What happened then?"

Glancing at her, he gestured for her to follow, "What almost happened, my dear Miss Stevens. And that would be nuclear war, which scared a number on the government." Seeing her wide eyes, Mulberry nodded, "One thing that you must understand, ALADDIN and TOTEM, while externally similar, are highly different. While some of ALADDIN's projects are classified, they're done in such a way to limit effects and have large amounts of oversight. They don't do anything unless they have had permission and explained it with a good chance of success. They'll experiment, of course, and try to find the edge of knowledge. TOTEM, on the other hand? No one but perhaps the highest offices knows what they do and one must be careful around them."

Scratching her head, Abagail frowned, "Yeah, I can guess why..." Then she turned to him as they reached a door in the back and he opened it to reveal a forest, "But... what does this have to do with something that happened in 1983?"

Turning to her, Mulberry chuckled a little, "Well, both ALADDIN and TOTEM had different ideas of how to handle a nuclear exchange in the case of magical areas. ALADDIN had come up with a method to speed up time in a particular area. Hundreds of years passing in a matter of days, which would lead to lower radiation levels. Meanwhile, TOTEM's idea was to use a temporal version of a switching spell to switch the burnt out land with the land moments before destruction. I was one of those called when one of their tests went... awry due to them misplacing several decimal points."

Just about to ask, Abagail froze and stared as Mulberry smiled at her.

The old wizard took in her paling face, and reached up to scratch at the lower jaw of the animal, "Yes, they got something a bit... further back." Looking up at the massive head and yellow eye looking down at him, he smiled, "This is Roxanne, I named her after my wife... the No-Maj's call her species a 'Tyrannosaurus Rex' or 'Tyrant Lizard King'. But she's more of a queen, aren't you?"

Abagail twitched a bit as he leaned up and gave the T-Rex a kiss on her lower jaw and was answered by a rumble that made her bones shake. Swallowing, she gave him a look, "That's... a dinosaur."

With a nod, and ignoring the massive predator, the old wizard nodded, "Oh yes, that is what the No-Majs call them. Though they thought that somehow they had a flightless dragon when their experiment brought back an area of ten square miles. Thankfully, the spells around kept anything from escaping and we transferred as much plant life here with other animals as we could after putting out the fires that were going on before they had to sterilize the area. Even had found a hunk of some piece of space rock that interested TOTEM. Had the idea to use a phantom island and had one chosen, but then Blood Week happens."

Eyes still wide, Abagail looked along the body of the creature from the past and took a step back, "I-I think that I can see why people think TOTEM is nuts... but, uh, isn't she dangerous?"

That got her a snort from Mulberry, "Of course she's dangerous, all wildlife is. But I know her after all and her cues. Also raised her from an egg as a matter of fact as her mother died from a bird flu. Thankfully, there's spells and rituals to make it where despite coming from the same egg clutch, the hatchlings will be diverse enough that inbreeding wouldn't be an issue. The others are in stasis so we could have a breeding population."

The Tyrannosaur gave another rumble and licked him which brought a laugh from the old wizard. A few minutes later, he left the forest behind with Abagail and closed the door. Though the witch noted the golden eye watching her closely...

 

[sstabeler]

I first hit watch out of curiosity since I didn't know much of the story and then got busy with University. Now apparently this thing has over 3,000 chapters?! I have a lot of catching up to do.

Click to shrink...

It's reposting a story from elsewhere with permission, but there's a lot more than 3k chapters. I don't actually know the final total, but it passed 9k chapters something like a year ago. It's an absolutely massive story. It's actually one reason why it's being reposted here- it makes it easier to read through the whole thing, as on the SV and SB threads there's a lot of discussion that can be hard to get through at times.