Jack's POV
I was watching Purifier trying to fling the little dude off her arm, failing miserably in the process. Hope she had learnt her lesson, the only people allowed to wake me up are my moms, and me.
I wonder if Azur Lane will try to kill the both of us? Most likely honestly even if ihad let them live. Even if they try to bribe me with candy, it'll be pretty difficult to bribe Purifier.
Meh, we'll solve that issue when we get there, for now i'm going to enjoy the show as i hug my body-sized pillow.
Well, the pillow in question was taller than i was, but that isn't too much of a problem. The lack of a comfortable blanket was. I opened the system to see if i could find any blankets in storage, which wasn't difficilt thanks to the almighty search bar.
I snuggle back into a small burrito on Purifier's rigging and start to doze off into the distant cheesecake filled lands.
POV change, Purifier's POV
FUCK FUCK FUCK, IT WON'T LET GO!
The hell is this made made of?! It deflected a laser shot for Empress's sake!
Think Puri, think. What is effective against small Russian abominations? Water? Capitalism?
Do i even have a book describing capitalism? Surely not.
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Okay, surprisingly enough i do, did i get it from a past mission sent by Observer? Eh whatever, i have an abomination to cleanse.
Purifier : BEGONE FOUL BEAST! THE POWER OF CAPITALISM COMPELS YOU!
"Russian Abomination" : *incoherent russian hissing*
Purifier : begone i say! THE LORD OF CAPITALISM COMPELS YOU!
The abomination soon started melting, becoming a puddle of red with a small red hammer and sickle on the top right. Instead of throwing the sludge into the water, i pour it into a container labeled "forbidden substance" and left it in the secured compartment of my rigging.
I then started to sanitize myself with whatever the fuck Observer had put into my storage compartment.
Purifier : much better now to murder something to forget about the creature that shall not be spoken of.
I look at the radar to see another siren fleet to my north east, ot my slight right for those that don't know compass directions.
Siren fleets are fun to destroy, but they don't really pose much of a threat since i know basically every trick in their book. So instead, i'll go fight those shipgirls that Jack had a run into before i got here!
Good thinking Purifier!
Since the shipgirls in this universe that basically lost, i wonder how much battle experience they have by now? Ooh, my body is shivering with excitement!
Now then, i have my opponents, but what handicaps should i give them? Worse laser fire? Weaker shields? Or.....
... Or....
Full physical?
Truly i am a genius, not only can i draw out the fight, i can also let Jack sleep peacefully on my rigging without interruption! My ingenuinety frightens even the likes of me.
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THIS WAS AN AWESOME IDEA!
Bismarck : DIE YOU DAMN SIREN!
Purifier : THROW THOSE HANDS GIRL! THROW 'EM!
I dodge to the left of her swing, then swinging my own fist against her face sending her backwards to her friends. Hearing the sounds of propeller engines i grab the flag pole left from Bismarck and throwing it at the Dauntless, crumpling the entire from from the plane causing it to plummet.
The sounds of canons were heard, i bent my back and watched as the shells flew past me matrix style.
Purifier : that was sick as hell-
Just as i finished that sentence, another barrage of shells hit my side, but don't do much thanks go my shields. I look up to see Monarch reloading her guns, i rush towards her only to be interrupted by a large red and white greatsword.
Hopping on the blade i jump off it, forcing it into the water.
Purifier : haha! Your data files say that you're quite ruthless on the field, of course not as ruthless as me though.
The destroyer kept silent and lifted up her blade to angle it towards my chest.
I taunt her with signature smile.
Purifier : bring it! I always wanted to try kick a greatsword!
We rush towards each other, shells would rain down on me, which i promptly ignored in favor of slamming my fist on the flat side of the blade, easily knocking it off course. She kept her hand of the grip and tried to swing it back around, leaving her back vulnerable.
Purifier : why do ya'll keep exposing your back with attacks like that?
Grabbing her by the neck i threw her over my shoulder, hoping to hit the sub behind me.
The panicked shout proved that action fruitful.
Several high caliber shells slam into my sides once more, i turned my head to see Bismarck and Tirpitz were both charging towards me.
Purifier : HAHA! BRING IT YOU TWO FUCKING CUNTS-
POV change, Friedrich der grosse's POV
i wonder how Purifier and Jack are doing, i hope they're having fun on their little trip.
Focus! I'm trying to make her lunch, don't lose your focus already Frey!
I went back to making a small lunch box for my cute little daughter, the lunch box itself had the classic Ironblood aesthetic on it. A small mechanical shark rigging was ingrained into it's design, the colors were also a black and red.
I put in the small baked potatoes, along with over vegetables into the left side. Then i made some slices of porkchop and sausage into the right side, along with a bit of gravy.
F.D.G : hmmm, i feel as though i'm forgetting some thing..... Ah right!
I put a small Ironblood flag on to the food, then i close the lunch box and wrap it in a cloth. Hopefully Jack will eat her vegetables.
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I got Qiqi during Ayaka's banner, and i'm way more happy that i got her that Ayaka. Qiqi really helps my shit dodging.