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I should have named the last chapter horny jail.
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Darn it.
Reviews:
Severak: Never has imprisonment been so fun! Again: Horny jail is just a place to meet horny people.
John: Unfortunately, Yorktown is not a cruiser. You would have to get Gridley's exclusive subscription to get the carrier ... "materials." (P 147 - 163)
REEEEE: The Iowa class wasn't finished until '43 and wouldn't have met Portland until the last stages of the war. If you want to see them, stick with us until we get to Iwo Jima! (I'm mean aren't I...)
The One: Zuikaku and Ryuujou are kinda weird ngl. I wonder what is happening in the Sakura Empire right now. (*Foreshadowing*)
Portland's POV:
"Intrepid, harder!" I shouted, pulling up the paper airbag in front of me. Intrepid backed up and gave a weak kick.
"No no no no no." I pushed the leg aside and dropped the bag. "That's not how it works. You have to chamber your leg before pushing out, like this."
I lifted my knee until it was perpendicular to my waist, before leaning to the side and launching to foot out.
"If you just wave your leg up and down, you have no power." I reminded her. "You need to bring your leg up, right Montpelier?"
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I turned to the patio where Montpelier was emptily staring at the sky.
"Montpelier?" I called.
"She's been like that for a while." Intrepid responded. "Perhaps she did eat the dog food and got stomach sickness."
"Montpelier!" I shouted at her. "Did you eat the dog food?"
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Huh.
"Intrepid how do we fix her?" I nudged her.
"Do we really need to fix her?" Intrepid tilted her head. "I mean, she's much more attractive if her mouth is shut. Do you have any glue?"
"Intrepid." I groaned.
"I dunno." The carrier shrugged. "Maybe use a trigger or something? That will probably snap her back."
"Brilliant thinking." I nodded. "Intrepid, act like a fool."
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"I was referring to calling her short." Intrepid rolled her eyes.
"We could give that a try." Intrepid and I walked over to the bench, where Montpelier was staring into space. "Go for it, Intrepid."
"Hey midget!" Intrepid waved her hand past Montpelier's lifeless eyes. "Where's your bite now? Has your short fuse been cut off? Perhaps you smoke weed, in order to feel any bit high. How does it feel, using extra booster seats everytime you sit in a car? Oh, I'm sorry. Did that go over your head?"
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Dear Indy, how long have you thought about these insults?
"Intrepid, you're getting far too into this." I commented as the Carrier asserted dominance in front of Montpelier.
"I'm critter-sizing her." Intrepid shrugged. (1)
"That's clearly not working." I poked Montpelier. "You there?"
Montpelier glazed her eyes at me before returning back to her lifeless condition.
"Allright." I tapped her one last time before motioning to Intrepid. "Let's get lunch. Montpelier, do you want anything?"
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It might have been just my imagination, but I swore I could hear Montpelier mutter Aniki.
Intrepid's POV:
"So what's up with Montpelier?" Portland nibbled on her burger. "Do you have any clues?"
"Perhaps she doesn't like you." I reached for a second set of pickles. "I mean, she's at that age. Light Cruisers are rather rebellious compared to other ship types. It doesn't help that they've got all those spunky hormones in them as well."
Though I might say that Midigit-pelier is a bit too cocky to just blame it on hormones...
"So this is just a phase then." Portland took a sip out of my slushy.
"I mean, she does have plenty of reasons to hate you." I commented, stealing a portion of her fries in return.
"Like what?" Portland raised my eyebrows.
"I mean…" I stuffed her face with a claw of fries before continuing. Mhmmmm. "You did kinda break her arm, kidnap her, and then lock her in your house. I'm pretty sure that's at least a couple of felonies at best."
"But would you get mad at that?" Portland countered. "I mean, if Indy did that to me, I would think that's pretty hot."
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You're not wrong… I wonder if Portland keeps chains in her basement. How would it feel being handcuffed to a wall an-
NOPE.
Intrepid, Focus.
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I rubbed my chin, dispelling the slight fantasy. (2) "But you're different. You would probably let Indy do any horrible thing to you. Mos-"
"But Ind-" Portland interrupted.
"Most people." I continued. "Would find what you are doing to them very oppressive, especially people you don't know. Imagine if San Francisco trapped you in her basement and broke your arm. That won't feel so nice, right?"
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"I suppose…" Portland bit her lip.
She's actually capable of reason! Holy crap.
"This is what Montpelier is feeling right now." I explained. "She probably hates being taken away from her family and forced to live in a shrine on the far edge of town. Like most people, she won't tolerate being put in this position. I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't like to be trapped like this by even Indy. It's only because of your complete acceptance and idolization of Indy that you can possibly tolerate it."
"So you're saying that it's bad to trap people in the holy shrine." Portland took a box of peanuts.
"Yes."
"And that it's only because of my devotion to the holy faith of Indy that I don't see what is wrong with this." Portland tapped the shell on the table.
"Yup."
"And because Montpelier thinks differently than me, she doesn't seem to enjoy being trapped in my house." Portland cracked open the nut.
"Yeah!"
"And the only reason Montpelier is acting like how she is right now is because she's locked in a house without any of her idols there." Portland dropped the shells in the box.
"Absolutely!"
"So what you're saying is to get Cleveland involved." Portland snapped her fingers.
"Absolutely not." I facepalmed.
"Hey Cleveland!" Portland waved at the table next to us. "Would you like to join a crime rin-"
I quickly cupped Portland's mouth close. Was Cleveland really there? Yup, she's coming over.
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Frick.
"Did I hear my name?" Cleveland muttered, tucking in her shirt while walking over to us with a mug of coffee in hand. I couldn't help to notice the dark rings under her eyes which were partially covered with makeup.
"Cleveland, are you okay?" I asked.
"Just a bit tired." Cleveland covered her mouth as she yawned.
"You should really get more sleep." Portland commented.
"Yeah, life's been a bit messy right now." Cleveland leaned on the table.
"What happened?" Portland asked.
"Well, a sister of mine ran away and I'm trying to find her." Cleveland collapsed on a chair.
Uh oh.
"Montpelier?" I shot Portland a warning glare.
"How did you know!?" Cleveland jumped up before slouching down again.
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"Uhh..Lucky guess." I lied.
Crap! Cleveland has like 20 sisters. Is she going to buy it? (3)
"Ah, I suppose that's it." Cleveland sighed. "Have any of you guys seen her?"
Oh thank Indy.
"Noo…" Portland bit her lip.
"She's at the frontlines, isn't she..." Cleveland bitterly blubbered.
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Huh?
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"Why would you think that?" I patted her back.
"Cause she got tired of practicing with us, that's why..." Cleveland teared up. "I should have trained harder. If I worked just a fraction as hard as her, she would have stayed with us. I was so lazy that she got tired of waiting for us to catch up and she left. Now she's off alone somewhere crossing the ocean. Who knows what's gonna happen to her! She might end up facing off against an entire fleet! She could have run out of fuel and drift on the ocean for eternity! She's probably at the bottom of the sea, punctured with a million torpedo holes. And it's all my fault! I just couldn't be a good enough sister for her. I- I- I..."
I rubbed Cleveland and gave her a hug.
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"Do you want something to eat?" I offered. "Maybe a drink or two?"
"No No." Cleveland shook her head, wiping her eyes. "I should be looking for her. I don't really have time for chatting, sorry."
"Can we help?" I nodded as Cleveland got up.
"If you find Montpelier, just … send her to somewhere she wants to be." Cleveland dropped a couple of gems on the table before leaving. "I don't deserve her as a sister."
I paid for the rest of her coffee as she left the diner. Then I turned around.
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Portland looked miserable.
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"We're sending Montpelier back tonight."
Portland nodded silently.
Portland's POV:
"So how did it go?" Intrepid asked me as I sat down on the bench.
"Pretty well, I would say." I sighed. "Montpelier was sleeping so I just dropped her off outside Cleveland's door."
"You didn't even bother to bring her inside?" Intrepid raised my eyebrows.
"Well obviously not." I exclaimed. "If Cleveland found out that I had kidnapped her sister, she would have my head on a pike!"
"You do know that Montpelier will just tell Cleveland what happened, right?" Intrepid observed.
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It is two o'clock, meaning that if Montpelier got up at any time before 1:30, she could have told Cleveland about this. But Montpelier is a bit cautious and smart, so she'll probably wait until she can extort me. She finished classes a few minutes ago, so she is definitely coming here. I need to hide from her until tonight. Then I have to figure out a way to break into their house and steal Montpelier back. That's the plan.
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"I should have drugged her." I muttered before stuffing my feet in my shoes. "I'll be right ba-"
"You are not going to assault her." Intrepid pulled my collar.
"Intrepid this is serious!" I kicked her before making a dash for the sidewalk.
"You let her go." Intrepid grasped me harder. "Don't turn back now!"
"The Holy Church of Indy is at stake!" I struggled as she lifted her off the ground. That aircraft carrier! Since when could she pin me down like this!?
"Saratoga will protect you." Intrepid gripped harder. "Anyways, it's already afternoon. It's too late to stop her now. Calm down."
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She's right.
I'm dead either way.
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I'm not going to see Indy anytime soon.
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"Montpelier is going to end me, isn't she?" I sighed, dropping on the bench.
"Just pray." Intrepid shrugged before chuckling. "Come on, let's train. Get your mid off it for a bit."
I gave her a tired smile. I suppose I can't do anything now... "What do you want to do today? This will probably be your final training session, after all."
"Let's have a fight." Intrepid raised her fists as she made her way to the basketball court. "I want to see if I can win. Don't hold back."
"Sure." I reached for my gear and shifted them on. I then reached for the oil.
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"Portland?" Intrepid turned around.
"I don't have any fuel." I reached for my bag.
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Where was it!? Oh noo….. Did I forget? This is going to be Intrepid's last practice, I can't let her down now! Where can I get some oil? If I get it from the cafeteria, then I will cross paths with Montpelier as she comes to catch me. If I go to the dock, I won't come back in time! Is there anybody I can borrow fuel from? Think! Perhaps the d-
A small bottle prodded my back.
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"Here." Montpelier handed me a barrel of oil. "Don't get sloppy."
Footnotes:
(1): Puns are the lowest form of comedy
(2): ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
(3): 27 actually! Also, Independence is technically Cleveland's sister. She was just converted into a carrier.
The more you know~
Montpelier: How to speedrun a tsundere arc in 4 chapters or less!
I think I might have promised a tournament arc sometime ago.
Are we going to get there?
Will I actually write plot rather than stall the story?
No promises, but maybe.
Anyways, see you next week!