???: "Test" - Character's speech.
"Test" - PoV Character's speech.
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Author's Note: All embrace me... It's my time to write at last. 4 days have I been waiting to write on this again.
Chapter 3, the last non-anime focused one.
Also, need a bit of input, should I remove the teaser?
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[LOCATION]: Azur Lane Base, Pacific Ocean.
[DATE/TIME]: 5/12/1941 0710 Local Time.
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[Prince of Wales's POV]:
Staring at Purity, I explain.
"Well, to start off we will need more space before telling you, considering this is a small-ish warehouse. Follow me."
I begin my stride towards the door, while looking over my shoulder to see if the others are following me. Noticing them coming, I open the door and turn right towards the main docks.
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[Purity's POV]:
Following Wales outside of the warehouse, I take a look to my right and notice the sprawling docks. Some ships are docked, and people can be seen on the decks either cleaning or maintaining armaments. The more surprising part was the little yellow duck things waddling around on the ground.
The hell?
Noticing I had fallen behind a few paces, I run up to Wales to ask her about the strange birds:
"What are those?"
Wales: "Manjuu. They help around on-base."
"Aha."
The rest of the walk is spent in silence.
When we finally reach the docks, we head to the end of one of the piers where Wales turns around, facing me and Cleveland.
Wales: "Alright, this is better. Now, try to image your ship form in the water, with armaments and systems in-place. If you think you have aircraft, picture them too."
"Alright."
Seems simple enough. Closing my eyes, I begin to dig through my 'memories', searching for the hull of the ship class. Finally finding it, I take notice of the shape and armaments. I start imagining the hull in the water...
Pain shoots through my head. Even with the increased resistance to pain, I fall to my knees, ceasing all thought about forming.
Wales: "Purity! What happened?"
I raise my hand with a finger pointing in the air, as if saying 'give me a second'.
That was a lie, as I take a few more seconds to re-collect my thoughts, before facing Wales.
"Tried forming my ship form in the water, did not work obviously..."
Wales: "Strange... We've had some headaches before but that was mainly the girls failing to imagine the ship shape or when they accidentally imagine it not in the water..."
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