Snowdrops
Izurich
IAmAugustReign
Bunny Ears
Autumn Moon
IthradineLife will lend it's lemons and you can make lemonade. Well, That's what New York heard anyway.
Leaning on the railing of the bow of Battleship USS New York was the familiar tan-skinned Mental Model busying herself on a handheld console in hand, her gunmetal grey eyes closely watching BRS as she clicked on a skill that activated her ability and attacked a mechanical entity in front of with the few button mashes here and there. It's been some time... Honestly, with her still on getting to know the other ships in the fleet; Whom they were dispatched off on their directives given to them by this fleet's flagship, New York was playing video games as she was a wee bit bored on her end. Or somewhat like that...
Her battleship, with it's magenta-hued markings on the warship unlike the usual red markings on a usual Fleet of Fog ship, as this instead marked her as a traitor of sorts to the Fleet of Fog. Not that New York cared in that sense, besides magenta was her favorite color and she just went with it, with the New York-class Battleship floating idly in the ocean's current not far from Shinano, the flagship of this fleet. Honestly, New York was grateful for being in another fleet... since it seemed more chill compared... to nah not gonna talk about it. But she watched as the last of BRS's health was knocked empty and she lost, earning a small annoyed sigh from her before looking up at the Yamato-class ship. "Sometimes, I hate when I lose." She grumbled annoyed at losing the game.
So she turns off the Handheld console as she stares at the very ship, New York was set on standby to await orders or something and it was painstakingly boring at times having to wait but hey! She had video games to keep her company and Shinano! and there was no one else to pick at since Yukikaze and Le Terrible had been launched for patrol and Oakland.... Well, she was escortin'. So here was New York... Sadly here ALONE... well not really alone, there's Shinano.
"I hate that I gotta be on STAAAAAAANBYYYYYYYYYYY...." She complained. Well, that was very dramatic, albeit overdramatic if this user could say so herself. A small gentle breeze from the winds ruffled her otherwise neck-length short choppy hair as she had this grumpy expression emulated from her programming's emotional protocols. But she raised herself up a bit curious at Le Terrible's announcement, well more than one... Guess they have some potential enemies.
"Hey, Ya sure they're enemies? Best to be sure they're not or somethin'" She called out, more coherently to Le Terrible. It moreso left, with New York being a bit curious about Le Terrible... Since well this Former Fleet of Fog Battleship was curious and all that, But she tuned back into her game while waiting for an answer.
Leaning on the railing of the bow of Battleship USS New York was the familiar tan-skinned Mental Model busying herself on a handheld console in hand, her gunmetal grey eyes closely watching BRS as she clicked on a skill that activated her ability and attacked a mechanical entity in front of with the few button mashes here and there. It's been some time... Honestly, with her still on getting to know the other ships in the fleet; Whom they were dispatched off on their directives given to them by this fleet's flagship, New York was playing video games as she was a wee bit bored on her end. Or somewhat like that...
Her battleship, with it's magenta-hued markings on the warship unlike the usual red markings on a usual Fleet of Fog ship, as this instead marked her as a traitor of sorts to the Fleet of Fog. Not that New York cared in that sense, besides magenta was her favorite color and she just went with it, with the New York-class Battleship floating idly in the ocean's current not far from Shinano, the flagship of this fleet. Honestly, New York was grateful for being in another fleet... since it seemed more chill compared... to nah not gonna talk about it. But she watched as the last of BRS's health was knocked empty and she lost, earning a small annoyed sigh from her before looking up at the Yamato-class ship. "Sometimes, I hate when I lose." She grumbled annoyed at losing the game.
So she turns off the Handheld console as she stares at the very ship, New York was set on standby to await orders or something and it was painstakingly boring at times having to wait but hey! She had video games to keep her company and Shinano! and there was no one else to pick at since Yukikaze and Le Terrible had been launched for patrol and Oakland.... Well, she was escortin'. So here was New York... Sadly here ALONE... well not really alone, there's Shinano.
"I hate that I gotta be on STAAAAAAANBYYYYYYYYYYY...." She complained. Well, that was very dramatic, albeit overdramatic if this user could say so herself. A small gentle breeze from the winds ruffled her otherwise neck-length short choppy hair as she had this grumpy expression emulated from her programming's emotional protocols. But she raised herself up a bit curious at Le Terrible's announcement, well more than one... Guess they have some potential enemies.
"Hey, Ya sure they're enemies? Best to be sure they're not or somethin'" She called out, more coherently to Le Terrible. It moreso left, with New York being a bit curious about Le Terrible... Since well this Former Fleet of Fog Battleship was curious and all that, But she tuned back into her game while waiting for an answer.