A battleship that brought fear and despair with just the mention of its name. A pride of a nation, a beast made of steel. A sign of power, a show of force. First built by Germans in 1939 as the flagship of the Kriegsmarine. Built to annihilate any o...
What a bother. A human's sympathy and desire to help even an unknown person would perhaps forever baffle Bismarck, no matter how much he learned about them through Makie, her maids and the occasional meeting with her "father". As to invoke combat, Makie has requested that he stays away from their "guests", a notion which slightly angered the male mental model. Had the girl lost her mind?! Did she not care about her own safety or was she so certain she could keep two quite capable mental models at bay? Or perhaps there was something he wasn't seeing... Something Makie knew that he didn't. Did she have a plan? The girl was incredibly smart, unbelievably so for her age. So maybe she knew that they would not engage in combat? Their mission was to secure the information on the vibration warhead torpedo, if that is the case then they should not mindlessly engage in battle. Yet their previous attrition spoke differently... A plan B perhaps would be interrogation... Yes, that must be it!
"Heh... honestly little Prinzessin, you just keep on surprising me," Bismarck lightly muttered under his breath as he leaned back on his sofa.
He was given his own room, it was pretty barebones, just a bed, a desk, a computer which he never used, and an unfathomably comfortable sofa. The one thing he used the most was the sofa, even if the bed he was provided was comfortable, this just felt more natural than lying down and pretending to sleep. He was currently keeping tabs on the two "visitors" in the next room through his sensors. The one that retained her form was still resting, as was her sister.
"Sigh, Prinzessin, sometimes you are more trouble than you are worth..." he spoke under his breath somewhat tiredly, "...Did I just lie to myself?"
At last, Makie has arrived home. She was busy today, working hard on loading the vibration warhead the blue submarine which has battled the two Fleet of Fog warships so valiantly yesterday night. I-401, a rather infamous little thing. Oh well, that's work, and now that she's at home she doesn't have to bother with work! Stretching lightly the girl made a bee-line straight towards her room. Makie let out a huff of satisfaction at the absence of her favourite, and rather only, friend. Don't get her wrong, she likes Bismarck-I mean, ahem, Bon-Bon, but there's no way she'd let him just stay in a room with an unconscious girl that's only dressed in suggestive lingerie.
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