#re-class

[pastryfiends]

"Hail! Prithee, who art thou?"

A strange... shipgirl (?) approaches the Re-class battleship in the waters near Hokkaido. Or, well, one must assume she's a ship considering she's underwater but... she's completely unarmed, save for a military-grade combat knife she's holding in her trembling hands, not to mention that her soul feels neither like that of a human or kanmusu.

A woman, positively archaic in both her speech and clothing. A green silk kosode, held by a waistband that looked to be containing a respectable amount of mass behind it. Her face is beautiful, like that of a beautiful lady of yore, and her voice sounds supernaturally melodic and soothing. Totally human-looking, save from the fishy fins in place of her ears, and her fishy half wagging along. Fishy in a literal sense, in the metaphorical sense... she looked equally afraid and confused.

"Ye discolored skin... the dark outfit... O' grace! Thou art kin with Those From the Abyss! Mine sub-marine friends on yon base hath told me to exercise caution with thine fiendish kind! O' I pray to thee, have mercy on my soul, my dame!"

The fishy woman isn't gearing up for any attack of sorts... she's just trembling that knife around while fumfering and slowly retreating away.

"Haaahn?"

Re-class-Rei, as christened by Admiral Nozomi-blinked as the tubby woman hovered just out of reach, purple eyes falling upon the strange features that immediately identified her as 'not human.' Her manner of speaking confused her; very few Abyssals and most of those either the oldest Oni or Hime used this variant of the human language, and certainly not the mishmash ship that floated in front of her unexpected visitor. The Abyssal battleship had been familiarizing herself with the waters around Hokkaido, since they were going to be her new home for the time being as well as the naval base and was currently coasting with her pale white belly to the sun, floating upon her flabby back with her girthy tail deep in the water to act as ballast. Compared to the kind of monster Rei was, the woman cowering with the knife in her chubby hands was an otherworldly beauty. Her gaze lingered for much longer than it should have after her initial surprise, drinking in the pearlescent shine of her piscine features. "...th' hell do ya take me fer? Pretty sure if I went snackin' on the locals, I could kiss my little harbor place goodbye," Rei replied, snorting a little. She swung her tail underneath the surface, rising from her cozy drift and letting her blubber buoy her for the time being. "I mean, they're not wrong, but I just got in the graces of the Admiral, and I ain't ruinin' that gravy train yet. Now...who n' what're ya? Don't think I've ever seen a kinda swimmer like you before..." Approaching slowly, Rei's hand went to playing with her chins in thought(as they did quite frequently nowadays), never realizing her tummy bumped up against her visitor's own corpulent middle. "Ya don't smell like kanmusu...or human. Wait...maybe? Rrrrgh, you're kinda like the Admiral, 'm not smart enough to figure that out..."

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Re-Class enjoying the bubbles of the ocean. And costing me a lot of ink.

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Oh right, this comm I got at the beginning of this year! ...pretty sure I should amend that tail description, this thing probably weighs as much as a truck.

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Reese was dispatched for a brief aerial patrol, thanks to her wide range and atmospheric flight capabilities. While she didn't have a carrier-sized airwing, the few fighters and utility craft she tendered meant that she had an exceptionally wide sensor range, even for a futuristic cutter-sized ship. This patrol, however, had her hoping she didn't find anything. The reason? Abyssal attacks on civilian vessels within the area, but not just any attacks. These fit the profile of a certain Re-Class battleship, whose current home in Hokkaido should've tempered this behavior. Reese had heard of a deal that would keep Rei's food piracy at bay, being given everything she could eat and more, but it seems around the holiday season, the mutant vessel couldn't help herself. Cruise ships, fishing boats, and cargo vessels-if an unlucky victim had even a hint of holiday fare above, she had attacked relentlessly and without mercy, the reports of her assaults growing more and more ridiculous throughout December until they were panicked transmissions of a sea monster far too large for any single Abyssal. By the unconfirmed reports alone, Reese thought she had grown far too fat to even bother climbing aboard now and merely used her sheer girth to tip smaller ships over by hanging off the side, or using her tail as a battering ram if the ship was fortunately too large to list. To her great disappointment, her scouts had discovered Rei within a few hours, beached on an uninhabited atoll and sleeping off her rampage. Not that it had been a challenge-her whalish bulk dominated the beachscape, belly up towards the sun while her gargantuan tail lay out behind her. The scale of her gluttony and growth was absurd to the cutter; her last check-in via flyby at Admiral Nozomi's base had indicated the Abyssal was well on track to double her size, and if anything her rampant feasting had finally pushed her over the edge. Dimpled bunkers of thigh flesh were nearly buried underneath the monstrous swell of her gut, surface smooth from the sheer amount of food she'd consumed, which alone made up for half of her main body's weight. Fluffy cheeks with a hint of life's color were sandwiched by the great ring of neck fat that cradled her head, itself packed by bulky shoulders Reese swore she could park herself on and have room to spare. Rei's tail surged upwards between her legs, a blubbery tube of Abyssal meat whose bulk threatened to submerge the chitin-covered maw at its tip. If she had to make a comparison, the Re-class could've flattened a small bus. As it were, her colossal bulk made her a landbound menace for any street or any house. The cutter sighed, and keyed her radio. "I found her. No, she's still asleep. I'll escort her back to the Hokkaido port as soon as possible." The behemoth twitched, hide wobbling mightily, before rolling on her side with her arm meat as a pillow. "...That'll be a few hours more at best. I'll stay on station."