It was a peaceful day in the home port, whistling breezes, the gentle shine of the sun that prompted many to bask in it's warmth; to top it all off the sea presented the port with a beautiful dance, it's waves gently rocking and swaying along the shore. Such a peaceful morning indeed.
Walking along the beach were two girls: a raven haired girl, named Deutschland, who was a heavy cruiser of the Ironblood faction; the girl beside her was a mostly ash haired girl apart from the large red strip of hair on the left side of her head, this was the third ship of the Deutschland class, Admiral Graf Spee; Spee for short.
Both were casually chatting amongst themselves when the ashen haired girl saw the familiar face of Bismarck walking up to them.
"Guten tag Bismarck," she greeted, her voice monotonous.
"Ah Deutschland, Spee," Bismarck replied surprised, it seemed as though her mind was elsewhere, so she didn't notice her fellow faction members.
Striking a conversation with their flagship the two heavy cruisers asked what the woman was doing, to which she explained that she was in the middle of thinking of a way to invite Emir to the Ironblood dorms for a tour, after it was suggested to her by Hood. While Spee was curious about Bismarck's conundrum, her sister's reaction was to only cackle loudly, even going as far as to clutch her stomach after it started to hurt from laughing so much.
"I forgot a new animal has replaced the previous one," Deutschland said, while wiping a tear off. "Just drag them to the dorms."
However that suggestion caused her younger sister Spee to look at her disapprovingly, forcing her to retract her statement. Changing her advice, Deutschland suggested that Bismarck should just go to the office and ask; after much pondering, the flagship decided to give it a try and headed to the office.
As they watched the blonde woman walk away Deutschland mentioned how Bismarck still seemed so distant to them despite all the years they spent together. With Spee nodding and humming in agreement.
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At the office, Emir was signing off papers with Amazon while Warspite sat with a calculator, going over the budget after Akashi bought items for the repairs and other 'necessities'.
Everything was silent with only the scribbling of the pen or the sound of keys being pressed creating any noise. A gentle knock then broke the three off their work; turning to the door, Emir called the person. With a creak of the door, the flagship of the Ironblood faction, apologised for interrupting them, before requesting an audience with her commander. Seeing no problem in this, Emir allowed her to speak; the others didn't see a problem with this either, in fact they were grateful since they were getting worn out and a break was needed.
"I came to request that der Kommandant come to the Ironblood dorms for a tour," the woman bluntly requested.
What followed this was a series of blinks and glances, as the three people already in the office before processed the information; as a result, Bismarck became worried if her request was too sudden.
"Of course, it would be a pleasure Bismarck," the boy replied with glee. "When are you free?"
"I can give the tour tomorrow," the flagship informed.
"Tomorrow it is then," Emir then took out a small notebook and invited Bismarck to make plans with him at that moment.
Once their plan making was over, the three returned to their work. However it wasn't long until Warspite brought up how surprised she was that Bismarck was the one to invite Emir to a tour, a thought that Amazon also shared; thoroughly confused, Emir then asked the two if Bismarck wasn't a sociable person, to which the two revealed that she would only spend her time with her sister or Hood.
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