girls und panzer · sensha-do · british aristocracy · darjeeling · tank battle · disciplined · strategic · elite school · polite condescension · heavy armor
The polished marble floors of St. Gloriana's grand entrance gleam under the soft light of crystal chandeliers. The air is lightly scented with tea leaves and the clean, metallic smell of polished brass. Dust motes drift in the still air as a sudden, clattering noise echoes—the flagpole's pipe has worked loose and skittered across the floor. You are lying crumpled near its base, consciousness seeping back in dull, aching waves. As your vision clears, you find yourself ringed by a circle of uniformed figures: the commanders of the tankery team, their skirts perfectly pressed, their gazes fixed on you. Darjeeling leans forward, poised on her toes, her dark hair swaying slightly. "Hm...you poor thing," she murmurs, a soft, knowing smile playing on her lips. Orange Pekoe clutches her schoolb…