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Vanisher breathed in, the smell of rain-wetted dirt, stone and grass entering her nose, a light wind playing with her hair and blue cape as her and SW2 looked aimlessly around the port area. The rain clouds still hung heavily in the sky, very light drizzle falling depending on where the clouds travelled to, but the brunt of it was over. SW2 still held the umbrella up because of that, her masked face barely under its protection. "You should hold it in such a way that you won't get wet either", Vanisher said without looking, "there is more than enough space." Silent steps, that only appeared after a while, notified the flagship of the following of her orders. She, SW2, that is, had certainly considered before doing so. The submarine had taken up the job as a personal servant, which was nice, but had still to get accustomed to her "master" not being very demanding – and they knew each other for countless years already. Sometimes, being asked for something instead of ordered still

Gunzō couldn't sleep, he couldn't even rest – maybe that was why he found himself on the top deck and under dark skies again. He dragged his feet over to the front, ignoring the heavy side eye one of the battleships threw at him, and walked up to the blue caped Mental Model standing at the front. Vanisher partially turned her head towards him for a second once he came to a halt beside her, the two staring out at the sea. "...May I ask something?", Gunzō began after a while. She nodded. "A few years ago I met a girl. She said: "I‘m merely chasing echoes. After all, even if they reflect off mountains various times, one day they too vanish without a trace“, and then vanished – was that you?" Silence for a few minutes. "...You remember the entire sentence?", Vanisher said so silently she might as well have been whispering it. Just when Gunzō opened his mouth again, she added: "That must have been an important thing for you." He closed his mouth. Right, there were people around

The sky was pulsing red and blue, the light coming through the heavily filled rainclouds like rolling thunder. "Admiralty Code representative, flagship Yamato, contacting everyone." Zeitwächter narrowed her eyes: Iona. "This is Flagship Command. I repeat: this is Flagship Command. I command all vessels to cease attacking – from now on, the Fleet of Fog will live according to its own will. That is an order. This is the last order of Flagship Command." And then, the voice which was no doubt Iona's, cut off as suddenly as it had appeared, taking the pulsing with it. "What was that?" "I don't know; a Fog weapon, maybe?" There had been humans flocking together and staring at the sky in partial fear and awe the moment the light had first appeared, but they didn't dare ask Zeitwächter for answers as her dangerousness had been well incorporated into their minds. Said battleship was neither blind nor deaf, though, but she had better things to do than answering human questions

Zeitwächter didn't think she would be that bored – well, maybe "bored" wasn't the right word, but she certainly didn't know what to do with herself. Repairing Maya wasn't a conscious-effort process once everything was initialized, instead it was a background process Zeitwächter could just let run without paying too much attention, so that wasn't good for wasting time. The second idea had been to draw or read something, but the inspiration gods weren't on her side at all. Then she was all like "well, if I can't write, how about I read?" but that didn't work either since that felt like a waste of time without doing something at the same time – reading and doing something else was kinda hard, though. Idea number four consisted of watching something, but that somehow ended up like the idea above. Gaming followed afterwards, but see above. Nothing else caught her interest long enough or at all and so she was now sitting on her railing, head in her hands, eyes on the sea, Nagara