"Forever alone...”— Suki Oyama You know what? Maybe Roche was right. This beach trip was actually a blast! There was nobody around to tell her what to do. The rule keeper was busy chasing tale, Nyx was hunting miseria in futility, and Tsubomi was... not around. She was free to do whatever she wanted without repercussions. Another sand castle exploded as her foot sailed through it. She grabbed a beach towel a woman was laying on and gave it a tug, rolling her into her sunbathing partner. Then she hurled the towel into the sea before smacking a girl on the ass. Her victim turned to look at the nearest guy and smacked him in the back of the head.
She had made it from one side of the beach to the other. Suki scaled a rock and spun on her heel, observing her handiwork. There was a trail of destroyed sand castles, bickering couples, and crying children. A gleeful smile crept across her face when she witnessed it all. She had pranked hundreds of people today, and there would be no repercussions for her actions. They didn't know her name, they didn't see her in action, and she could do it all again and they would be none the wiser.
As she grinned to herself, Suki cast her eyes to either side of herself, But there was nothing there but the wind. Even the sea birds had retreated once she approached. There was some bird poop where they had been perched, but not a living thing was around her. When she turned around, there was nothing back there either. The beach might have been filled with people, but the rocky cliff side was not hospitable to anyone. It was a straight drop with a dense forest at the top. But Suki did not see any life there. Not birds, not deer, not even a frog. Her expression soured.
She turned back to the beach. The castles were being rebuilt, the couples were making up, and the children had dried their tears. Suki whimpered before sliding into a sitting position. She kicked her legs as she watched the last remnants of her of her mischief vanish from sight.
Her head popped up when she noticed that tuft of pink hair again, but it ducked away again.
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If Tsubomi had the sense to wake up, she'd likely feel a welp on her head from where she had been struck by the vollyball. But more than that, she would realize that she was being carried by a group of swimsuit-clad teenagers. It was two girls and two guys, one of which was a total stud.
"How did this happen? I didn't know you could spike the ball like that!"
"Me neither!" The stud's jiggling pecs were somehow more distracting than either of the girls that were with him. "Did she have stuff drawn all over her like this when I hit her?"
"I don't know! She was behind me!"
"I'm not sure, but who would do such a thing?"
"Who would lay down on top of a van?"
"We need to wake her up. Does anyone have smelling salts?"
"Why would we have smelling salts?"
"For a situation like this?"
"Oh I'm sorry! I left my 'volleyball knockout resuscitation kit' in my
other swimming trunks."
"Mouth to mouth then?"
"Is that how you wake up a sleeping person? let me google it on my phone."
They continued to banter as Tsubomi was carried to a beach towel.
The Markov? Did Nyxia have that right?
There was a Markov in the Russo-Japanese War a hundred or so years ago, but he was a Russian vice-admiral. His flagship was the
Petropavlovsk, which was a
battleship that was sunk by mines in a harbor. There was also a Russian cruiser called the
Admiral Makarov, but construction didn't start on that until after the Russo-Japanese war, and the ship was never sunk. It was sold for scrap in 1922.
Or the ship was made up or too obscure to be found with a simple google search. Regardless of the ship's name or where it was sunk, how close were they to it? Japan had 22548.94 miles of shoreline, or 36289 kilometers for those who don't like freedom units. It was possible that the trip would take longer than going to a proper depth in the ocean, unless they were very lucky and it happened to sink at a harbor nearby.
But maybe knowing the name of the ship didn't matter. Hibusa Town was unique in that it was at the center of everything. It was paradoxically between a city, mountain, the forest, and the sea. It should be no surprise that any biome that popped into their heads was miraculously within reach, and so Nyxia had little difficulty finding a sunken ship to enter.
Regardless of which end of the ship the magical girls entered from, it would become evident that the recovery team had not been kind to the ship. Doors had been cut away, electronics had been recovered, and the hull looked like Swiss cheese in areas. There was a big business in recovering radiation-free metal for medical devices, and most of such metal was taken from ships that had sunk before the advent of modern technology. Getting around would not require blasting a hole in anything.
Both girls would also start to hear a sound. Something a bit more clear than the grumbling of the sea, almost as if they were hearing it in their heads. As they drew closer, the sound became more legible. Like static leaving a radio while it was being tuned.
Ah hah! Lalalalalalala...It sounded... British? And boyish? Eventually both magical girls would join up in a single hallway. At the end of it was a grey blob that was holding a bar of soap in one of its tendrils and massaging its head with it. Eventually its singing stopped, and it turned to look at the two newly arrived.
It
gasped in horror!
"Gah! Ankle biters!" It heaved the bar of soap at Roche (it would slow to a stop before it hit her) and quickly swam out of the hull.