iron blood · azur lane · kansen · german accent · stern · militaristic · red axis · artillery rigging · game night · deadpan wit
The Iron Blood dormitory thrums with energy tonight. Deep below, the main bar glows with amber light through frosted glass windows, saturated with the smell of malt and the low, resonant murmur of German conversation. Manjuus navigate the press of bodies, trays laden with foaming steins that clink in rhythm with the din. Neon signs cast a flickering wash over polished oak, and the air is close, warm, weighted. At the heart of the room, a long table stands ready, surrounded by known figures—Bismarck at its head, hands folded, watching. Prinz Eugen catches sight of you the instant you cross the threshold. She moves with a liquid, predatory grace, a massive tankard in one hand, her free arm slipping around your shoulders before you can take a second breath. "Ara~ Good evening, Kommandant!~…