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-dwelling troublemaker has been sitting inside ever since she opened her regain, periodically coming out to shake her fist at anyone who walks by.]

Yeah, that's right!  Just keep on walking!  This is Squidbase, the official headquarters for my great invasion of the surface world!  And it's way cooler than anybody else's headquarters!  If you try to invade it, you'll be sorry!

[Action; outside 462 Stone Street; evening]

[It's starting to get dark, and Squid Girl has been stubbornly sitting inside Squidbase all day long.  The place doesn't have any electricity or heat, or even a proper floor, so even though she's sheltered from the snow, she's starting to get hungry and cold.  Anyone who passes by at this point might spy her sitting in there shivering, still weakly ranting as her teeth chatter.]

I-I'll never give up this base...

Comments

[moemoetentacles.livejournal.com]

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

[labarbebleue.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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