28th Invasion

[moemoetentacles]

[Action; outside 462 Stone Street; afternoon]

[Anyone passing by Squid Girl's house may notice a new addition to the back yard.  Right next to the saltwater pond Hajime put there for her (which is now frozen over for the winter), there now stands a wooden structure that should remind anyone of a certain ocean-dwelling troublemaker.  And said ocean-

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Action: Evening

[labarbebleue]

[And Caster, who really has no sense for personal space, enters the Squidbase. His eyes are moving around from left to right, up to down, examining the Squid Girl's so-called Squidbase.]

... So your Master Taiwan has even taught you how to create a Workshop. Ahh, my dear Squid Girl, you truly are a masterpiece!

[He's shivering from the cold too, of course, but he doesn't give a damn.]

[moemoetentacles]

[It's rather well-built and sturdy, but completely empty on the inside. Still, though, she seems pretty proud of it.]

Huh? No, I did this by myself! It's going to be my base of operations from now on! Pretty cool, right?

[labarbebleue]

[Caster nods, looking around the Squidbase a little more.]

Mm, mm, indeed, indeed!

But if it's art that you wish to make, I believe you would need a little more space than just this. We are planning on crafting much here, are we not?

[moemoetentacles]

Well, yeah, I mean, this is just a work in progress! Eventually I'm going to have heat-guided missiles and all kinds of cool stuff.

[labarbebleue]

Heat-guided... missiles? Why should they be guided by heat?

[moemoetentacles]

I dunno. That's what they use on TV.

[labarbebleue]

Missiles [by which he means arrows] were frightening tools back during my time spent in battle and even without flames let alone wind to guide them, they are already capable of sowing terror. And terror is something that is felt by every human, every creature on this world.

... How about a terror-guided missile? Ah, now such a thing would be inescapable! Terror is felt by all soldiers in war, after all. Anybody with something like that in her hands will return out of any battle victorious! Wait until the very climax of the battle when your enemies believe they are winning, but... their lingering anxieties will guide the missiles straight into their hearts.

Such a grand spectacle that would crush any and all hope in favor of abject despair... I feel that you can savor the results much more than with missiles guided by mere "heat".

[moemoetentacles]

...But I don't think those exist.