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[Twi]

"I hail from what is basically Oblivion, also known as The Void. It is connected to every universe that exists, but destroys any Creation beings who enter it. Those that live within are eldritch abominations. I'm a halfbreed that shouldn't exist. Half Creation, Half Void. Truly odd..."
Ashley sighs, grabbing another bottle and drinking it.

Yamal raises an eyebrow. Then she gives Ashley a not-so-friendly slap on the back, rolling aforementioned eyes. "I'm here to drink you under the table, not to hear your voidey woidey nonsense! I'm a girl who is also a boat, anyways. I vary between a hundred kilos and tens of thousands of tons depending on how I feel at any given moment. You've got NO room to complain about being odd. NO. ROOM. Also shut up and drink, da? Da? Da. "

[USEC_OFFICER]

"The Supernatural? I'm afraid you're going to have to explain that one to me. Jury's out on if the Space Wizard Federation uses bluespace or not for their magic, but I'm pretty sure that the cultists, at least, don't."

"The Supernatural is not hard to define. It is anything that is not of my universe. I have already commented on how you are all Eldritch, which is highly unusual. Generally the Supernatural is more... Different." Alice's eyes dart over to ItE. It would be rude to use the Primordal as an example, but ItE would make a perfect one. "Unless it was transubstantiated of course. Then it appears like the Mundane and acts like a blend of the two. The exact effects depend on its type and creation."

[SOLDIER First]

Wilson also pats Ashley and snuggles up to Yamal.
[NOW IT IS A MATTER OF ESCAPING MY PRISON.]

[Powder Miner]

"Are you already used to this sort of cross-dimension stuff where you come from, then?"

[Projeck37]

Ashley looks at Yamal, then horrifying sounds of bones breaking and skin stretching is heard, as she slowly morphs her body, and eventually becomes a perfect copy of Yamal. Weight, size, color, material, even the exact scratches and everything. She stares blankly.

[Powder Miner]

Evridiki turns and blinks.
"Oh. Shit. She actually is a changeling."

[SOLDIER First]

Wilson seems conflicted and decides to alternate snuggling between Ashlamal and Yamal.

[Projeck37]

"Not a changeling. I simply am not supposed to have a form in Creation, therefore I may alter it."

[Twi]

Ashley looks at Yamal, then horrifying sounds of bones breaking and skin stretching is heard, as she slowly morphs her body, and eventually becomes a perfect copy of Yamal. Weight, size, color, material, even the exact scratches and everything. She stares blankly.

Yamal looks. Stares, even.
...Then she just laughs.
"Alright, you're a creepy shapeshifter. Big Deal. There's way more to a shipgirl than just the physical body, anyways. Like, you're missing everything that's actually important, you know?

Not that it matters."

She grins, raising a bottle and smacking Yamal!Ashley's shoulder with it, as if to 'break it over her bow'. Although she doesn't actually break it, and instead lets it ding! off before opening it and gulping.

"Abyssals are way scarier."

[Projeck37]

"Define Abyssal."

[SOLDIER First]

"Haven't you ever seen a Deathclaw, Yamal? Scariest thing any side of the Colorado, for sure."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Are you already used to this sort of cross-dimension stuff where you come from, then?"

Alice gently taps her pencil against her lips as she mulls Evridiki's question over. "Personally this is my first time in another dimension. However the Supernatural is extremely interested in my universe, though for reasons I have already explained pure Supernatural beings cannot last long in it. As such they have developed other ways of projecting their influence. Part-Supernatural and part-Mundane organisms and materials are thus quite common. I suppose that is to account for my familiarity with this sort of scenario."

[Twi]

Yamal grimaces.

"Imagine a ship, metal or wood hull, whatever. Or a girl, like me. To us, they're one and the same- you look at another shipgirl and you see both girl and ship. It's a bit trippy. Sadly humans don't have that trait. They just have to look at one or the other. ANYWAYS."

She coughs, taking a sip.

"Imagine a shipgirl like me. Or an actual ship, it doesn't really matter.

Now imagine it pale. Like the dead. Paler than the dead, even. Its sides are plated with black, chitinous armor, like a metal insect. Teeth, too many teeth, line its decks, opening up its bow, distorting its once-human or human-made form into strange shapes- Abyssals even swallow ships whole from time to time. Its eyes, and it always has eyes, human or ship, its eyes BURN. White mist is the weakest, simplest kind. If you're looking at blue or golden hellfire blazing from the eyes, you have a serious problem. It is strangely graceful, a nightmare that sails across the waves, living plating that swallows light, with turrets that if you listen too closely to, you can hear them hunger, hear the gnashing and growling...."

The Russian's brow furrows, eyes narrowing in focus.

"And it hates. They scream and laugh and sob and shout and demand your death. Some are cold, ice cold, like the bottom of the Abyss. Others are playful, innocent children or eager warmongers. But they all hate and they want to maim and kill and burn and they aren't afraid to make it known. They're plenty intelligent, too. Just as smart as you or I. Smart enough to form their own fleets. Tactics. Ambushes. Strategies. Psychological warfare. Imagine a fleet of those things.

Since they are fond of emerging from the depths unbidden, I think Abyssal is a fitting title. Though some call them other names. Sirens. Shinkaisei-kan. Fog. Other things.

Oh, and particularly emotionally disturbed shipgirls can become one of them, if you let them fester long enough. So there's that."

Yamal pauses for effect, then grins sharply, downing another bottle.

[Powder Miner]

"So basically other dimensions love to mess around with your own. Huh. We get... a couple of guys who just don't follow the rules of the universe, physics, all that, and not in a way bluespace or magic can really explain. Mr. Copenhagen comes to mind, a fellow who seems to love to play tricks on the station and who seems to have godlike powers, I suppose is the way to put it. They arrest him, and then we look away and look back and he's in front of us. I... suppose that maybe is the closest that where I come from gets to that."

[SOLDIER First]

Wilson snuggles Yamal in some semblance of comforting her.