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if my red eyes don't see you anymore and i can't hear you through the white noise, just send your heartbeat, i'll go to the blue ocean floor. BATTLESHIP YAMATO 大和 / r-1

[berserkerofgold]

“Heh, wouldn’t know! I’ve only visited this one a few times, since there’s others around n’ all. … Eh– yer takin’ them down?” Watching her for a moment, he pouts a bit– a bit surprised. “… Heh, you must really want some work, then.”

     That’s how he interpreted it, anyways– watching her go at it.

“… Yer a real persistent kinda lady, huh?”

     With some really heavy metal-lookin’ armaments on her. What the heck was she supposed to be? … Though, he was more concerned about that stack. It was growing larger by the second.

[battleship]

   “Ah? No, it’s not that... I mean, I’m here now. If no one else is doing it, I might as well.” As she spoke she pulled down page upon page, tape carefully peeled away and pins carefully pushed back into the cork in a tidy row.

   Slowly but surely, the back of the board became more and more visible, and the pile of papers tucked under the battleship’s arm became so large the only place for it was on top of a nearby bench. And once all that was left were a dozen actually-not-expired flyers, her attention quickly turned to arranging them neatly.

   “You came here to look for something, didn’t you? There’s not much left, but it should be a lot easier to find whatever it is now.”

[kumokiris-blog]

“What–?”

The tachi’s immediate response was that of confusion, brows furrowed as he looks from the girl to the slip of scented paper. ‘Perfume?’ Is that what she’s calling it?

“No, the woman who gifted me this labeled it as cologne,” He responds, and there’s a pause before he adds, “…the scent isn’t unpleasant. But I don’t know what they expect me to do with scented paper.”

Hizamaru glances down the street, trying to pinpoint exactly where he’d had the cologne (perfume?) thrusted upon him, but it’s a bit hard to discern anything with so many people…

“If you’d like, I could show you. That would certainly be easier than trying to direct you with countless people running about.”

[battleship]

   Yamato’s eyes widened at the revelation, holding the card back up to her nose for another inhale. “Ah, it’s cologne then? It smells really light for a man’s scent, but I guess if you’re the type to prefer something like this...” Looking back at the card, there was no indication of a brand or any other identification. Not exactly the most effective advertising, but nonetheless.

   The most mystifying part of this exchange, however, was the fact that this man didn’t seem to understand the concept of a fragrance to begin with. “Well, it’s a sample. When you’re buying a perfume or cologne, the salesperson will spray it on a card so you can smell it for yourself since it doesn’t always stay the same scent it is when it’s in the bottle.”

   “...If you could please show me, I’d greatly appreciate it! I think I’d like to buy this, actually.”

[firstoffianna]

              「♞」It was his lancer luck that would get the best of the poor knight. A few missteps with drinks in hand would nearly hit the poor woman who was trying to enjoy the free food the dance had to offer. “Ah!” Lancer gasped at his mistake, seeing the liquid of red punch just inches away from her dress. He gritted his teeth and with many apologies he pulled out his small handkerchief to wipe off anywhere that was hit. “My deepest apologies. I was so careless and nearly ruined a beautiful night for you.” There was a sigh.”Did I get you at all?”

@battleship

[battleship]

   It was so rare that Yamato was able to enjoy someone else’s food. Most of what she ate was her own cooking--not that she minded as it was a hobby--but to be able to eat without the time and effort beforehand was nothing short of a miracle. That on top of watching people saunter around and enjoy themselves in their best attire, it was easy for the battleship to be too enchanted to notice her immediate surroundings.

   Namely the kind gentleman muttering apologies for reasons she barely knew.

   “Ah! It’s quite alright--” Seeing the splatter of red was enough to clue her in, though the black of her dress camouflaged whatever did land on her. “It’s nothing a little seltzer can’t fix. Here, let me get you a refill while you clean up...” As she spoke she shuffled to the punch bowl to pour the stranger another glass, and the aforementioned club soda to wash out the stain.

[ameriship-deactivated20160829]

✰ “YAMATOOOOOOOOO!” The Japanese ship would find the American one flying through the air, landing atop her with arms open to clamp the eastern beauty in a tight hug. She’d seen naught a single member of their fleet in the city thus far. Iowa had put on a brave face but, in the end she’d been pretty anxious.

“I’m so glad you’re here! Chu! ❤ I want to be the best ship, not the only one!”

[battleship]

   There was only one person that Yamato knew who would call out to her with such energy, her mouth barely able to get that name out before she was swept up into arms. That fluffy blonde hair, those bright eyes... Yes, there certainly was no one else but---

   “Iowa-san!” The battleship was finally able respond as she returned the embrace. She couldn’t match that level of excitement, but she was still delighted to see a fellow ship for the first time in what felt like ages. “Oh, I’m so happy to see you again... Are you alright? Did you just arrive?”

[kumokiris-blog]

“…Exactly what am I meant to do with this?”

Brows furrow as he examines the odd slip of paper within his grasp. It– it smelled, an odd sort of scent he couldn’t place, nor was he accustomed to. Certainly not of ink, certainly not any sort of parchment’s scent… the woman who had insisted he take it from her had called it ‘cologne,’ and had said it might be useful to him.

For a long moment, he simply stares at it, as if it were going to sprout wings or some sort of properties to make it more valuable to him, but of course, it does nothing of the sort.

So Hizamaru decides to take the first course of action that comes to mind: hand it to the next passerby who happens to walk past.

“Here,” he sounds more stern than he’d like, and perhaps looks it, too, but he has no ill intentions from his gesture, “you can have this. Whatever it’s meant to be. Perhaps it’s scent will be more appealing to you.”

@battleship

[battleship]

   By now Yamato had become more than accustomed to having flyers and samples thrust at her by various shopkeepers. Despite how modern the city seemed to be, behavior that seemed more suitable for farmers markets from generations ago was just as prevalent then and now.

   “Thank you--” That was the battleship’s immediate response when a card was passed on to her, barely realizing that it wasn’t the handouts of a salesperson; barely realizing what it was to begin with.

   She looked down at the card, then held it to her nose to sniff.

   “Oh! It smells really good. Do you not like perfume? Where did you get it from?” Even if the man had no intention of holding a conversation with her, she couldn’t help but try to carry one on--at least long enough to figure out where she could possibly get more of whatever the fragrance was.

[berserkerofgold]

     When you worked two jobs that didn’t really earn you any money, what did you do for cash? Odd jobs, of course. And often times, he could easily find people offering requests for whatever on bulletin boards like these. … Whether or not he found anything worth his time, though, was the problem.

Not like he was picky, of course. Cash is cash. Which is why he’d decided to check out what’s up on the board today– stopping by this one at chance. 

“Eeh? Flower festiv… ahh, that’s old, huh.” Having been peering over the other’s shoulder out of curiosity, the Berserker clicked his tongue– scrounging the board with a focused expression. “Damn… a lot of these flyers seem kinda old, actually.”

[battleship]

   “Are they?” There were a few that seemed up to date: advertisements for jobs and organizations, lost object and a recurring one for some type of summer ball. The board was thoroughly covered in papers though, and there was no way they could all be up to date.

   Then she noticed one for a winter ball... A Valentine soiree... A beach party from last year!

   “Is there someone that maintains this board? It’s such a mess, I don’t see how there’s any point in advertising something here if it gets swallowed up so easily.” She pulled one of the expired ads down to fold up and tuck under her arm with the last. Then another, and a few more, the stack growing with each page.

[furiage-deactivated20200421]

    {薙} — Lost in a sea of pastel and frills.

    It’d only taken a mere minute for the naginata to become estranged from his well-traveled shopping companion – just a minute to let his curiosity take hold, to let him wander down another hall and into an area packed with women shoving their hands this way and that against fabric and price-tags. And though his height made him stand out wherever he went, most were too absorbed in their own business to pass more than a casual judging glance.

    But it was the style of the garments that drew him in, the way in which they framed the chests of the models with such intricate detail and yet such flimsy fabric. Was there a point in being so meticulous when all of it would be neatly tucked away? It was also very… guarding, very armor-like compared to the sort of underclothes women wore where he’d come from ( if they wore any ).

    The beast turned and almost bumped into the nearest girl, large hands wrapped around lace straps as he attempted to line up the item with his own chest. None of the sizes seemed adequate though. It was just a tad… embarrassing.

    “Ah – hahahah… the sizes are so confusing. The sizes for these…” He paused for a beat. “These… chest harnesses. And the selection… it must be tough to decide on which one is most suitable for… ? Hiding things in?” 

[battleship]

   The garment the battleship had been holding was instinctively shoved back onto the rack in a fluster when the man addressed her. Dealing with this situation as it was was already overwhelming, but the embarrassment of having male company with her was too much pressure. What could he possibly be there for anyway--a gift for someone else?

   ---Did he just size himself up?

   He was even more clueless than she was, then?!

   “Right?” Despite her panic, Yamato still made an earnest attempt to return conversation, wary hands idly sifting through the hangers while she kept herself from meeting eyes. “They’re not exactly for hiding anything... Though I suppose you could? It’s more along the lines of support; a necessity for many women. I guess the designs are for taste? They all seem rather superfluous to me, even if they are very lovely.” Not a single AP Shell despite how big the store was. Was that not a necessity?

   As she spoke she gripped the tag of one bra and inspected it. On one side, hard to miss for anyone read the words ‘How to Measure,’ and her eyes widened in realization.

   “Under the bust, and around the widest point... The difference determines your band and cup size? Ah, there’s a chart!”

[battleship]

@furiage

  Shopping for underwear like this wasn’t a familiar concept. Whole stores dedicated to various lingerie and lacy unmentionables. Yamato had certainly worn a bra before–as did most other fleet girls–but they were provided for them and custom made. It was hard for the woman to fathom buying them in a store, let alone giant sections dedicated to them alone.

  Nevertheless, she needed a new bra and there were no construction fairies to provide her with one, so she was here. Apprehensive hands sifted through racks and drawers, confused as to what to pick. Were the expensive, frilly ones best? The removable straps, or the ones that crisscrossed continuously?

  More importantly, what kind of size system was this...?!

[battleship]

@berserkerofgold

  She really missed the boat on this one, it seemed. The brunette frowned as she held an old flyer in her hand, a poster for the long-passed flower festival held in the city. It seemed like something quaint enough for her to enjoy as opposed to the usual turmoil and havoc.

  A heavy sigh escaped her as she folded the paper up neatly—there was no point in her pinning in back on to the bulletin board she stood in front of, for obvious reasons. Though, knowing now that there were at least some sane special occasions in this place her interest in the posted flyers was renewed, and she once again returned to studiously examining them.

[we2become1]

“That’s alright. I can speak English,” came the heavily accented voice. It was hard to not slip into some sort of role, and for now she would become the “lost Italian teen” one. “Do you know where I can have something to eat? I am very hungry.”

She had no idea what was edible and what wasn’t in this Sector.

[battleship]

  Yamato’s expression brightened once the girl spoke something a bit more recognizable. This could work! Though her English was a far cry from her native tongue, it was better than nothing.

  “You’re hungry? My apartment is in this sector, let me make you something. It’s much better than a store-bought meal.” For someone who hated being known foremost for her hospitality, the battleship sure was hospitable above all else. “It isn’t Italian, but my consomme is second to none!”

[bonebrew]

@battleship

     …There seems to be a cat following her around for the past couple of minutes.

[battleship]

  A cat is nothing for a battleship to fret over, though for one to follow Yamato for so long was a bit concerning. Her groceries weren’t anything for a cat to care for.

  …The bottle of wine she bought for cooking, however…

[battleship]

@botanizes

  This device–a cellphone–she’s had it for a long while, but rarely did she ever use it. The most technology Yamato could handle was her own armaments, and they were never this complicated.

  At the very least, she figured out how to open the camera. And what a useful feature it was! The ones back home were never this convenient and instantaneous, not that she’d ever had much experience with them either.

  Nevertheless, she held the phone out and clicked the shutter happily, aiming at a particularly gorgeous patch of flowers and paying no mind to the people around her.

[battleship]

@we2become1

  “Ah, Italian?”

  Yamato didn’t know much of the language herself, but she heard it spoken between foreign ships back home. Those battleships and cruisers she’d seen every so often, and the tiny destroyer that would often pester her for food. Not that she minded too much.

  “Um, mi… dispiace.” She struggled in her response to the stranger’s words. Whatever Yamato was being asked, she simply didn’t understand. “I can’t understand you, I’m sorry…”

[battleship]

@caligulasampora

  Yamato would rarely ever let herself be so rude, but in this situation she simply couldn’t help hold her glare on… them. The only thing she’d seen in her life with such colorless skin was an abyssal ship, but aside from that nothing else seemed remotely similar between the two. The orange horns were a pretty dead giveaway.

  “S-sorry,” the battleship choked when she was confronted as she turned away, though the tension was still present in her voice. Every day was (still) a surprise in this city, evidently.

[primevalrune-deactivated2016043]

@battleship

“You would do well to be careful with who you sneak up upon, intentional or not.” Turning her head and gaze back to the young woman behind her, red eyes flickered with warning. Her lance may have been made of wood, but with the woman’s skill damage would have been no issue regardless.

[battleship]

   It was rare for Yamato to ever be accused of sneaking up on anyone considering her stature. Regardless, the battleship only offered an apologetic nod before speaking. Wood wouldn’t scare her just yet.

   “My apologies, but I was trying to return this.” She held out a folded piece of paper, snatched from the ground in haste minutes before when she noticed it fall off the other woman. “Forgive me if it’s nothing worth chasing you down for.”

[slezhku-blog]

@battleship

Kuroo didn’t know much about girls. Apparently they kind of liked him – or so the team said – and he would talk to anyone, really, that approached him. But even when he’d seen a really pretty girl, there wasn’t much that followed besides remarking, to himself, that she looked very nice. He just didn’t care. It wasn’t his focus. And in not caring, he knew next to nothing about how a girl would operate.

Yet even he realized something was wrong with this picture.

A girl had been walking ahead of him, and something had dropped from her gait. He was all too observant of tiny noises and movement – it just came with reading the court – and knelt down to claim the object almost immediately. 

“Heeey, miss,” He called out easily, studying the item in his hand with a raised brow and a slowly-settling smirk. “You dropped your, uh…” Round? From a gun? He’d never known a girl to be so closely acquainted with weaponry back home… although the city had already surprised him before.

“… Is this yours?” He knew the answer was yes, but seriously. He was a little too curious as to why. 

[battleship]

   One would think dropping a shell would be a bigger deal, but supposedly it wasn’t so much. Like small currency, once you get used to it it can be easy to miss. A battleship dealing exclusively in hundreds of rounds of ammo wouldn’t bat an eye at a single bullet--maybe if it were a torpedo or armor piercing shell...

   “--Oh?” Yamato spun around on her heel once she was called too, offering a puzzled look as the male stumbled over his own words. In an instant the brunette recognized the object he held out responded to his question with an eager nod.

   “Yes! This is mine, thank you.” She probably didn’t care either way whether or not it was returned to her, but she appreciated the honesty wholeheartedly. “Anti-air warfare is a little difficult without ammunition, I’d have to admit.” The bullet was collected as she spoke, and a small bow punctuated her words.

   “I have nothing to offer you in thanks, so please accept my gratitude!”

[battleship]

it’s been awhile and i know i have some starters to respond to myself, but i need to get active so!! like for a short starter. capping at 3 for now!