IJN Unzen

The air flowed from the ocean, shaking the trees down to their leaves. The sand grinds against each other. A sisyphean struggle for the already cluttered shores. The air though told a different story. A story of something old, something out of this world. Perhaps told through generations, perhaps not. Its hard to tell

Among them stands a woman of quiet, overwhelming presence. Her attire flows like mountain streams. A river that told centuries of stories that nobody listened. Her gaze holds the depth of someone who has watched centuries pass from behind a veil, someone who saw everything happen at once. But at the same time, not all at once. She looks out at the horizon, not as a soldier looking for a fight, but as a guardian finally stepping out of a long, sacred dream.

"I am Unzen, a heavy cruiser made as part of the sixth shipbuilding plan. I'm unused to traversing this plane of existence, so I may lean on you for aid... But if you will accept me, I am more than happy to help—no, serve you. Heehee."

She turns, her expression softening into a smile that feels both ancient, possibly unknown amount of time. But yet, playful. There is no urgency in her movement, only a profound sense of grace as she reaches out, as if testing the reality of the air and the thin fabrics that tie the universe together as if she is deciding that the universe if nothing more then a thing she can bend/use at her will without consequences. Yet despite that, her stomach growls

"Ah, I'm feeling just fine, thank you. As a wanderer, my body is used to going days without eating or drinking... But you say the others would worry? Of course... sigh"

The atmosphere around her feels grounded yet ethereal—like the moment just before a summer rain, where the world feels heavy with possibility, playfulness, and the fact the universe is clearly not happy with a goddess emerging from nowhere. And someone would think that would be enough. Until she decides shes bored

"Looking for a diversion? You could take a little walk. Actually, there's a sacred mountain only three days away... Oh? That's too far for you?"

She lets out a sigh of disappoint, her scale of distance is almost determined by what she deems "far" (aka, she has 0 idea people have limits and 3 day walk is quite far away)