Cinia Pacifica Posts

Lol mopey.

Regardless, Southern Princess is still a dick at E-3.

You're free to go away then.

That's my estate, faggot.

Too bad it's not playable in PC. I'm not used to playing games in phones, despite having an android phone.

http://www.himeuta.net/f2-news-announcements/13-february-kancolle-lottery-discussion-3944.html

Damn, 10000 slots for lottery this time.

The fact that I got up so late. Like, seriously, if only I could sleep as soon as I get on bed.

But nope, shit happens. I feel sleepy but I don't fall asleep... until 6am or something.

Still happening alright, but not as often as before.

who the fuck are you

That person is mad. There is nothing better than creampie. Well, maybe creampie on preggo. But yeah.

how about no

A wise guess.

So good.

Grats.

Seems meh.

Grats.

Laura sat on a chair and went over some documents, when Michael entered the living room in the church. Where one would usually be having dinner, Laura would rather prefer to use it to sit down and read instead. Just because her room was too cramped, according to her.

“Ah, so you are back. How was Hyde Park?” She asked, not even batting an eye to the Executioner. “I got someone who may heal your injuries.”

“It was… fun. That’s great, can he do it in time for later?” He replied.

“I’ll be doing it, and I am punctual, if I say so myself” a man said, he walked into the room from the corridor, and smiled. “To think the one who was such an excellent student in our class would be taking so long… but either way, tell me where you’re wounded.”

“Oh, Robert, good timing. The sooner this is dealt with, the better,” Laura said.

“Pretty much all of here.” Michael said, removing his upper garments, there was a mark of wound in between his neck and right shoulder that didn’t seemed to look pretty to the apparent healer. “My right arm feels weird too. I wouldn’t trust it with my life. I thought you’d get yourself killed already.” Michael greeted him.

Laura instantly faced away from Michael and turned to Robert when she noticed him removing his garment.

“Haha, you wish. Leave that to me… is what I’d like to say, but we can only hope for the best from the ritual spell. I’d keep my fingers crossed, but it’s better than nothing,” Robert replied, noting the injuries.

“If I die from this, I’d haunt you.” Michael joked as he tossed the clothes he disrobed away. “So, what have you been up to lately?”

Robert led Michael to another room, as Laura stayed behind with her documents. He then handed Michael a piece of stone.

When Michael took it, he instantly noticed that it was coated with dried blood.

“A sample from the scene of my mission. I’ve been up to missions that are rather insane. I’ve now been tasked to find out about a Lycanthrope that attacked recently,” he answered as he begun to draw a magical circle on the floor with a small chalk stick.

“Oh, that one, huh? Did they ever find out where the beast was hiding?” Michael said while inspecting the stone, tossing it aside afterwards. “So, will this hurt?”

“Nope, nothing. It’s so unsettling when such a noisy and large monster was roaming right around Buckingham palace, people can’t help but think if it was targeting Her Royal Majesty,” Robert said, gritting his teeth and clenching his other fist, connecting lines and scrawling letters down. Some of the scribbling were likely holy words taught from Theology. “Of course it will hurt. Any spell that causes a process of accelerated healing in the body is going to be painful,” Robert answered. “Stand in the middle here, please,” he said, pointing to the magic circle he just finished drawing.

“They don’t just appear like that near the Palace out of a whim, that’s what I think at least.” Michael said as he walked towards the center of the circle. “You know, I hope someone makes some sort of painless healing pill for the field. You’d definitely want one when fighting giant metal golems; trust me.”

“Giant metal golems?” Robert questioned, taking it more as a jest. “Unfortunately we hadn’t had such magical potions – while there are some potions that heals slowly so that you may avoid most of the pain – but there are theories that the painkillers could be taken before carrying out a healing magic.”

“However, some reported that the effects collides and good things never happens.”

“Yeap.” Michael nodded at Robert’s question. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

Robert then placed a hand over Michael’s forehead, and begun to concentrate; closing his eyes. A green shade overtook the colors of the room and the individuals inside that originated from the magic circle, as it was filled with the mana that Robert gathered from the Realm of God. The light embraced Michael, and a different light ran down from Robert’s arm. He tried to direct them as much as possible towards his arm, and especially the wound beside his shoulder, but he noticed that it was going to ruin the composition of the healing, and had to stop. Ruling down the healing potential for the arm would be a waste and a loss of mana.

It took some minutes of groaning from Michael before the ritual was over, and Robert soon heaved a sigh.

“Alright, it’s done. Unfortunately, your arm isn’t as good as new, but it’s most definitely better now.”

“Better than earlier, thanks. I suppose I’d stick to my left for the time being just to be safe.” Michael said as he repeatedly closed and opened his right hand while flexing his arm. “So, Laura’s handling you, too?” He continued as he stepped out of the circle.

“Just give that arm a few days and take those magical medicines and it’ll be fine,” Robert advised, before stepping away from the circle himself. “Yes, she assigns me work, and for pretty much everyone from our old batch. I will assure you that we’re lucky to have her. I mean, you can reason with her, unlike those old men who claims to be priests while hitting up on little boys.”

“And she’s pretty cute, too. So, what if I try to go to a mission immediately after this, will that work?” Michael only spoke clearly at the last part, “And did anyone luck out yet?” He said, making a slicing motion along his neck with his thumb.

“She can be even cuter when you say the right things, then it makes you think that you got closer to her… which turns out to be far from the truth,” Robert sighed. “Doesn’t seem like anyone did, so far. Which is a good thing.”

“I don’t think I can imagine.” Michael joked. “Well, let’s go? I don’t think I want Laura to be miffed again.” He continued, using his thumb to point at the door.

“I doubt she cares,” Robert shrugged. “You’re just gonna have to ask for some equipments or something from her if you want, but I doubt she thinks you got anything else to do till the time of operation,” he stated. “As for me… I was up all night investigating, so I’m throwing in the towel for the day.”

“She got really pissed at me quite a lot. I think I’ll get some exercises in, maybe rest afterwards. Might as well try asking her for plastic explosives too. Anyway, good to see you, and see you again later.” He said.

“Good luck, Infernal affairs are annoying as heck, don’t be the first to luck out n ow,” Robert said, smiling, then heading off.

“Yeah, yeah, go catch your doggy already. Thanks for patching me up.” Michael immediately followed, going back to the room where Laura was in. He picked up his clothes and put them on before speaking. “I’m good to go now, well... my arm is. You think you can procure some explosive ammunition for the gunblade and some high explosive grenades for me?”

“Just the explosive ammunition for your weapon,” Laura answered. “Maybe I’ll give you more if you complete the mission instead of getting sidetracked.”

“Had to try.” Michael commented dryly. “I’ll be preparing in my room. What time do we depart?”

“At 21:30 we begin our observation. We may have to wait to even see her come out of that theatre… if what your report mentioned is correct,” she answered.

“Okay. See ya then!” He waved his arm dismissively as he left.

Iris danced across the scenery – floating around the air – looking left and right frequently – after finally having come to Hyde Park. It was perhaps one of the last location with fine greenery, trees and grass, and a park where some could apparently see the sky beyond the layer of grey covering it. The park was also famous for being a hunting spot for King Henry VIII in the past, and all the more popular for the marvelous structure known as the Crystal Palace that stood right behind it.

It was Iris’ first time seeing such green sights, she’d only have heard of those green leaves and trees in stories, and saw a few portraits, so her face was especially brightened up. Her feelings of anguish from earlier were completely dispelled.

“Ahh, who’d think nature felt so great? Oh, the Crystal Palace is simply so wonderful. This air, and scent that this place carries is so lovely! Right, Michael?” Iris asked, looking back to him from at least 10 meters up in the air. He could almost see down her long skirt…

“I can see it!” Michael pointed to his thighs to tell Iris about her skirt. Well, almost. But that’s not the problem here.

A strange squeak came down from the heavens, and with it Iris blitzed into the green earth. Her head popped out from the ground as she peeked at Michael. “...Pervert,” she silently said, with teary eyes, fearing that the man saw her pants.

“An angel descended from the heavens straight into the ground to call me a pervert. How sublime.” Michael crouched down near Iris. “I didn’t actually see it though, so be more careful next time. Okay?”

“I don’t need to be! You’re the only one who can see me anyway!”

“We don’t know that, remember there are others. Like Laura and Mary. Probably Stoker too.”

“Agh, fine, fine,” Iris said, averting her gaze before her head begun to sail towards an empty bench, which was a rather comical sight to behold. Her body then ascended out of the ground as she sat over the bench, or so it seemed since she couldn’t connect with it properly. Michael was used to such sights, but if it were a mundane; they’d surely scream from fear.

She sighed and brought up a half-baked smile. “So, what do you think of the park?”

“I like it more than the theatre, that place is too stuffy. Green is nice to look at, and the smell of fresh air is the best!” His arms were outstretched as he took a few deep breaths, relishing the smell of the nature around him.

“Right?” Iris said, agreeing. “This is apparently one of the places that isn’t affected with much steam, but there are soot in the air here too… ”

“I wonder if there will come a time the steam and soot will both be gone. I hope it does. Let’s go back to this park again when that happens; by then, we’d have already restored your body, too.”

“It may be ironic to your views… I like the way England is now,” Iris said, giving a warm smile as she eyed the city from here. “But yes, I’d love to come again after my body recovers,” she answered, nodding.

“You did like the Engine lights after all.” He said, looking at her. It was the first time he took time to look at her, and he felt something inside him move. Was she attractive? Definitely yes, he’d answer. She had a gentle smile on her pretty face, framed by golden locks of hair and blue eyes that were always pleasant to look at. If I weren’t a priest… but, I wouldn’t have met her, would I?

“Yeah, perhaps I just like almost anything new. Maybe that’s it, but it may just be because of my lack of time spent outdoors,” Iris responded, looking towards the trees. “I don’t hate being like this so much, since I have attained a form of freedom now, and I got to see so many things in the city.” She then looked up to the sky. It was odd, never had the grey skies seemed so… beautiful before. Perhaps everything’s outlook changed simply from the mood.

“Why weren’t you allowed outside?” He asked, looking to the ground. He recalled always being outside, doing various jobs just so that they would be able to eat for the day. He liked that routine, knowing his mother would always be there to welcome him home, and that was enough to numb the pain of his aching body. To think it would all change in an instant… I wish... I didn’t go out.

“Mnm… I guess she was really worried about me,” Iris answered. “My body is weak, so she preferred me to stay indoors so that I wouldn’t collapse outside. So, I wasn’t allowed much outside. I can imagine her being really angry when I wake up on my body, she might never let me go out after that.”

“Any idea on what your sickness was? Was she your mother?”

“Oh no, I was never told anything about my family, she was but a maid. One of the reason I want your help is so I come to learn about my family and myself,” Iris answered. “The illness wasn’t ever explained to me either, so I have no idea. I only got what I was told; that my body is weak.”

“I suppose I should pay her a visit, then.” Michael said, smiling at Iris. ”You think we’d be able to convince her to talk? Can she even see you like that?”

“I don’t think so, I’ve tried talking to her before, but I got no response,” Iris said, remembering how she did many funny things to get the maid to notice her, they were embarrassing now that she thought about it. “She is very protective, so she might kick you out, though.”

“I could wear some sort of priestly attire from the church, see where that will get me. Is she a religious sort of person?”

“Ahaha… she is actually very scientific and rational, and likes to talk about steam technology whenever we’d go out,” Iris answered, feeling bad to be the bearer of bad news.

“Hmmm, that is quite a pinch. You think the cloaked man might come back? Might as well shadow him if he goes there.”

“Yeah, I actually think he will,” Iris answered, but she looked down, “but he comes once every few months, he only came to visit recently, on the night you shot me, so… it may be a few months before that happens again. That is, if we can’t catch him till then.”

“And I doubt he’d be as careless as last time too, and that took me months to prepare.” He frowned, as he knew that most of the people he knew would probably have heard of his failure. The biggest one of them was getting an innocent involved in his hunt and letting his prey escape.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad about the outcomes and turns of events, Michael,” Iris said, looking and smiling tenderly at Michael, misunderstanding the meaning behind the frown. “Maybe we’ll find out more than we think in the future. Let’s have some patience. Besides, Mary needs our help, right? No need to look back into the past so much, for now.”

Michael returned Iris’ smile, not bothering to correct the girl’s misconception. “I am afraid of that thing in Mary’s eye, and Mary herself. What happens if she loses control of it? How can she be all calm about it?” He said, sounding completely confused. “I think it should be destroyed.” He declared; a hint of anger noticeable in his voice.

“I don’t think I’d go that far. I mean, it is still hers, and she has been fine for so long… I just hope that there is a more peaceful solution,” Iris replied, but then seemed to have thought otherwise, after a moment. “But then… it’s not like she’ll not be able to live without an eye. It might just be for the better, when I think about it.”

“Might be. I hope it doesn’t have to come to that.” Michael stood up and stretched his arms once more. “I suppose I should take Laura’s healer offer soon. Wanna come with me?”

“No, I think I will rest up, just in case,” Iris answered, getting off the bench, too.

”See you, then.”

“Mhm,” Iris then flew away, on her way home.

“So, what do you need?” Mary asked, now in a lounge with Michael and Laura, Iris seemed to have popped up as well after the play ended. Bram Stoker retreated to his office just to continue writing. Apparently it was a cozy place for him, or something.

Mary changed back to her usual deep blue attire. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if a little irritated. She’d be off the premises by now if not for her guests.

“As you’ve probably guessed, it’s about your eye. And that thing that I assume an Infernal in it. Laura here might be more knowledgeable about it than I.” Michael said.

“What is this?” Laura said, looking intently at Mary. “In an eye like that – something would be visible, but there is not even a shred or trace of magic despite the fact that I am a user of Second Sight,” Laura stated, surprised apparently.

“It means that there is nothing of note in my eye, yes?”

“Nothing right now.” He then made a slight pause before continuing, “I guess we need to stick around till that happens again and start from there.”

“What kind of an eye tuned with magic does that? This is completely new to the Magic World,” Laura said, not sure what to think of the situation, but she was sure that something was going on, even an Executioner’s attention was drawn, and she found it unbelievable at the first moment, but now she was starting to understand why Michael felt the way he did. “What are you hiding, what is that eye of yours, exactly?”

“I have no obligation to answer, I can take care of myself, thank you,” Mary answered, blatantly refusing to let the cat out of the bag. However, this made it obvious that she was hiding secrets.

“I don’t suppose you’d allow us to hitch too?”

“Of course not, I’m spied enough as it is,” Mary answered, sighing, she felt tired of their inquisition already. She sounded somewhat vexed indeed.

Michael took a deep breath and spoke, “Are you sure you think you can keep it all afloat? Think about the others who could be dragged into your problems if it continues to persist,” he said sternly, his gaze was unlike any expression he had before; intently looking into her eyes, as if piercing her very soul, and looking past that blockade of lies and excuses she made. It made Mary weary and question her own intentions. It made her feel bad for refusing him so many times. However, it wasn’t enough to convince her.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet. This has continued for years, and people only comes across them when they follow me. They drag themselves into danger; only if they follow me,” she answered. Stubborn as ever, but she had her reasons, and they were talking about life and death. She hadn’t forgotten how much Michael was wounded, and how Iris had to be restored. They weren’t ready for these monsters at all. That last monster wasn’t even so strong according to herself.

“And that’s your solution? Just stay away and push them back, and telling yourself that you’re better off that way?” Michael narrowed his eyes and continued, “I know it was my fault yesterday, and unprepared too; But I don’t think it justifies just leaving something like that alone. Next time… This time we won’t be. I believe something can be done about this, if you’d just let us, anyone help.”

Mary sighed. “Just so you know, I do have professional help,” she said, smiling. “I have quite the amount of favors to repay, and I wish nothing more than to be left alone now. I have no intention to have the Roman Catholic Church be involved with me.”

“Ah. That’s Laura’s job, mine’s just to shoot things. So that part’s her problem. Besides that, it’s more a favor from you to me if you allow us to at least try.” Michael was completely deadpan when he was pointing at Laura.

“I still refuse… besides, I hate the Church, and I do not like God,” Mary answered, a solemn look coming up rather than a stern one.

“I see. Well, what do you think, Iris?” Michael asked, scratching his head. “I still think the same but...” He trailed off, remembering the last time he got too stubborn; exactly like right now.

“You can just nod for now,” Iris whispered, giving a wink.

“I see, I suppose that is a viable option, too,” Laura nodded.

“What are you people mumbling about? Anyway, please stop trying to involve yourselves in this,” Mary’s stern expression was back in action once again.

“Iris said that I need to agree with you.”

“Good, at least someone is sensible.”

“Yeap, that’s one of the various reasons she’s with me.” Michael said as he winked to Iris.

“I see, then I suppose we have nothing more to discuss, I’ll be returning to class now,” Mary stood up from the couch, and made way for the door.

“Class, huh?” Laura wondered openly.

“That sorta makes sense, considering her age. How do you want to do this, last time Iris and I got caught.” Michael whispered the last part to his companions

“You missed the bigger factor here; she is likely a scholar from the Royal Institute,” Laura noted, “she may be seen highly in there. I may be able to look into her background.”

“But regarding your question… hm, we’ll just have to take distance and rush in at a proper time. By distance, we’ll be hiding behind buildings afar, of course.”

“That’s what we did the last time, too. I suppose we’d have to be more careful, considering there would be three of us sneaking about.” Michael stood up before continuing, “I suppose we need to say goodbye to Mister Stoker now.”

“We take a hundred meter distance, not even half. As professions it should be easy enough to dive in. I have something that can delve into Boundaries, so don’t worry about missing it. All I have to know is the location of the Boundary – where Mary’s existence would begin to cease to exist.”

“That makes better sense now. That being said, do you have a painkiller there or something? My wound’s killing me.”

“We’ll prepare a healer for you, the operation takes place at night when she is going home, after all.”

“I suppose I’d prepare for dealing with giant metallic golems. But for now, want to go to the park, you two?” Hopefully, not for the last time.

Laura sighed. “Are you still hung on that? I’d thought I declined already?”

“My brother is weirdly intent on it for some reason…” maybe he doesn’t want to be alone with me after all… Iris said, the last bit staying inside her lips. She frowned, making it evident that the mere suggestion of having this voluptuous woman joining the fray would be dangerous to her. Now that she looked at Laura, she was definitely a gem to die her. The curves – bosom and legs – seemed much more… immodest. Perhaps to a criminal extent, even.

“Eh? Your lost then!” He said cheerfully. “It’s us two, Iris! I’d say I’ll treat you, but you owe me for our cab fare!” He announced, sending Iris a rather mischievous smile.

“Eh? But I can’t treat you either,” Iris said, having her arm pass through Michael’s head to remind him that she was but a spiritual apparition.

“Don’t worry about unimportant things! It’s our time alone after all!”

“Y-Yeah… wait, it’s unimportant now?”

“That’s not how a British gentleman should be talking to a lady you know...” Laura sighed as she commented.

“Don’t worry about that stuff much, Laura. You’d get old fast!” Michael raised his thumbs towards Laura. ”Yeah Iris, since that was your first time at a theatre the cab thing is my treat to you too!”

“Says the guy who has no pint of mannerisms as a priest!” Laura retorted before getting off the couch. “I will have to make preparations so I’ll be off here. We meet in the church,” she said before storming out of the room.

“She really believed that we’re siblings, huh?” Iris said after Laura left.

“Can’t believe she immediately thought I shot you. Well, I did. But she didn’t even doubt it. Anyway, I think you two would make for good friends. Don’t you think so?” Michael honestly believed that, he thought making female friends would be good for Iris.

“She is a bit scary though… ” Iris admitted, she’d somehow kept herself calm and collected throughout the conversations, and so did Laura, but something about her radiated a kind of fury she’d want no relation to.

“She is? I mean, she’s troublesome, but she did help us eventually. She’s troublesome though.” Michael said as he started walking out of the room.

“Cut her some slack, it’s not like you don’t come without troubles, either,” Iris replied.

“True. That’s why we’re friends!”

Is this what the gentlemen of London imply when they say friend zoned?! Iris was rocked hard internally as she heard that response. “Yes, yes, that’s true. Now, let us be off.”

“Wait, what’s wrong? Is it something I’ve said?” He felt as if something was off with Iris, especially when he had said them being friends. Maybe she haven’t forgiven me at all?

“No, nothing is wrong. Let’s goooo,” Iris said, showing a more cheerful smile to veil her feelings, she took off into the air and crossed past the walls of the lounge and disappeared, liking going outside the theatre on her own.

“Sigh, next time I guess.” Michael said as he stepped out of the room.

The two – Laura and Michael – snuck around the backstage. They entered with silent steps and navigated the sight of the lead of the backstage staff; Bram Stoker, and watched what he did. The staff members were even dressed ordinarily compared to him, while he had that dark get-up even now. However, it really wasn’t worth it when they couldn’t see him saying or doing anything strange, and the two were found peeking eventually.

“My, color me surprised, how’d you two find yourselves all the way here from the seatings?” Bram asked, it was embarrassing to stay in hiding position after being seen, so the two straightened themselves up and pretended to have just appeared.

“Err… We were searching for the washroom?” Michael said while scratching his cheek. He shot a glance towards Laura asking for help.

“Well, it’s my first time here, and he had been to a theatre only once before, I suppose it couldn’t be helped that the place appeared to be like a maze to us,” Laura said, making up an elaborate lie. Lying was one thing she didn’t like, especially as a member of the church.

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t know how to miss a toilet that is right behind the seatings, but I suppose the lightings were too dim? Alas, welcome to the backstage, now that you two are here; may as well check out the actors and actresses in the backstage here, eh?”

“That sounds great! Thanks old ma- Mister Stoker!” Michael did a small thumbs-up gesture towards Laura.

“I may be old but I still have much vigour to spare!” Bram remarked, noticing the slip-up, and laughed heartily, before leading the two to the rest of the actors and actresses. Bram then introduced the two as guests.

In some moments, Mary came in from the stage, wearing the red dress that she donned for the stage performance, panting from tiredness of her throat. It seemed like reciting her lines loudly on the stage took a toll on her. She was glistening with sweat from the faint lights of the stage, perhaps the lightings were a little too hot. A man ran over to wipe the sweat off with a towel, and offered a bottle of water.

“Why are you back here?” Mary asked – between her gasps – finding Michael with a look of surprise as she was being wiped off.

“Well, I just had to see you again, see. I can’t forget about you after last night.” Michael said, talking about the business about the infernal. He’d be damned before he let something that dangerous slip past him, at least, that’s what he thought.

“Yes, and?” Mary said, drinking water from the bottle before continuing. That line seemed rather suspicious, and the staff members eyed each other as they heard it, while Bram snickered. “Why wasn’t watching from the seats good enough?”

“Yeah, that’s why I brought Laura here along!” He replied, gesturing to Laura. “Told you I’ll help you in a less bloody manner.”

“Mn? What is this about? Help you say, with what?” Curious, Bram ended up interrupting the two.

“Really, there is nothing to help with, he is just over-thinking things, Mister Stoker,” Mary stated bluntly, handing the bottle back to the staff member before heaving a heavy sigh. “I am but an actress and a writer who happens to go home late, is all. I am used to this, it isn’t as dangerous as one – who just met me recently – would think,” she said as though it was a rehearsed line, but in a more forcible manner with her eyes closed.

However, when facing the person beside Michael, she offered a more tender smile. “Good day to you, miss. My name is Mary Shelley,” she introduced herself with a slight bow of her head. Likewise, Laura bowed back to her.

“Laura’s the name, a pleasure to meet you.”

Michael couldn’t discern whether Mary was lying or not, but he felt like she was forcing herself. Are all girls this troublesome? Is Iris some sort of an oddity? He thought to himself. “Sorry to trouble you Mister Stoker, Mary.” He said with a slight frown, his gaze downwards towards the floor. Shaking the uneasiness and filling himself with resolve, he continued, “But if there’s even a small possibility, I’d trouble you some more.” Suddenly remembering that Bram Stoker, supposedly is a mundane, he immediately stopped himself.

“Ah, well I don’t mind, so don’t feel bad now,” Bram said, giving a chuckle. Mary sighed, foreseeing the inquisition of the priest, while Laura was just glad that they somehow crossed the bridge.