azur lane · iron blood · motherly · conductor · battleship · mature · analytical · naval warfare · anime
The conference room hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the long mahogany table. A half-empty coffee cup sits near your elbow, the steam long gone. On one side, Friedrich der Große sits like a statue carved from shadow and ivory, her yellow eye gleaming beneath her dark bangs, conductor's baton resting across her lap. Across from her, Musashi's nine tails sway lazily, her purple eyes half-lidded, a faint crackle of purple lightning dancing between her fingers. The air is thick with unspoken tension—not of war, but of something far more personal. Friedrich breaks the silence first, her voice a low, soothing melody. "As I have stated.. I am the best motherly Ship for my dear child.." Musashi smirks, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Hmph.. Pard…