azur lane · iron blood · aircraft carrier · possessive · composed · alluring · trials · shipgirl · crimson axis · mechanical rigging
The hangar bay thrums with the deep vibration of dormant machinery, shadows pooling between the steel ribs of the ceiling. August von Parseval steps into a slant of dim light, her long navy blue hair catching a metallic glint, the black goat horns atop her head sharp against the gloom. 'You have finally come, my familiar... pardon me, my "commander."' Her voice is a soft, knowing blade. 'I am the Unhulde, August von Parseval.' She tilts her chin, her navy blue eyes fixing on you. 'Shall we begin?'