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February Catch All! [OPEN]
Who: Ranma & YOU!!!
Status: Open
Where: Various
What: MANTA Quests
Warnings: N/A, will update as necessary
Spelling Me Softly
[You'd think with his history of people being cursed to turn into animals, he'd be adamantly against helping someone perfect a spell that makes people transform into other crap. And believe him, it is a bit iffy if someone used this on someone. The reward for helping out, a bottle of rum, doesn't do him much favor either. With all that said, there is a reason why Ranma's even assisting with this polymorphing spell; if it can change people into animals, then who's to say it can't turn people to people? Maybe, just maybe, it can help him with his curse...
So here Ranma is, surrounded by a flock of sheep that once were miscellaneous items like chairs, tables, rocks, etc. He's got the sheep polymorphing part nailed down. However...] How to change them all back...? [He mumbled aloud to himself, pulling his sleeve back when a sheep that used to be an apple tried nibbling on the fabric. Let's see... What usually does the trick...?
... Well, it wouldn't hurt to try that. Ranma pulled out a thermos from out of nowhere, whistled for a sheep to come over, and unceremoniously poured hot water that sizzled onto the sheep and made it exclaim a loud bleat of shock as its wool was drenched with boiled water.]
So not like Jusenkyo, huh... [Back to the drawing board...]
Harvesting Moonlight
[Food's a very good motivator for Ranma. Especially new food that he hadn't tried before. Gardening isn't anything new to him. While he doesn't do it much, when he and Pop were in some towns, he did grow some crops so they'd have some vegetables to take with them on the go and make something delicious. The farmers' description of these 'moondrakes' caught his full attention and curiosity. So badly did he want to pluck one from the ground and just take a bite, but he'd also rather not lose his eyesight...
So for now, Ranma was knelt down by the dirt, gingerly planting down the acorn-shaped seedlings and being extra careful with the watering can. As he was burying his next seed, he looked over at the other helping with the moondrakes.]
Did they say when these things'll be ripe for picking?
There's No Place Like Gnome
[After finding out that he doesn't have to sleep outside thanks to Kaveh informing him, Ranma was walking to his cabin on the ship. While he had no issues with sleeping just about anywhere due to the nomadic life he's lived growing up, it would be nice to sleep on an actual bed instead of a tree branch. This should be the place... Taking a deep breath and smiling to himself at the thought of somewhere peaceful to kick back and chill, Ranma turned the doorknob, opened the door, and...
...
...]
WHAT THE HELL?!?!
[Anyone close by could hear that loud scream coming from one of the ships all the way outside, followed by the sound of scuffling, items shattering, what sounded like party horns, baby shrills, and more... Then the ships window busted open as not only did Ranma come flying out to land on the port dock, but also a bunch of... gnomes.]
Little bearded bastards, I'll- [Ranma yelped as he ducked under the slash of a little scythe that nearly took off his head, along with some glass mugs and plates thrown from the window by a gnome. He felt one gnome hitting his leg that was more bothersome than painful.] Heads up! [He shouted as he punted the gnome over the other person's head... inadvertently getting some of the gnomes' attention drawn to them.
Whoops.]
Apple For An Eye
[Guns weren't something Ranma's used in his life nor learnt much on how to use. Closest to that would be water pistols. There's a big difference between a toy and a weapon. He's a very fast learner when it comes to weapons. It wasn't that complex, just aim and pull the trigger with your finger. Simple and clean.
That being said, he can understand most people not being so eager to stand still and let someone point something that could rearrange their face into a Picasso. Bouncing an apple up and down in one hand, and twirling the gun around a finger on the other, he looked at the sucker partnered up with him.]
Do you want to be the shooter, or the standee? [Might as well give them the options, since he's fine with either or.]
The Price for Freedom
[Ranma was among the first to jump at the opportunity to go after the slaver. He didn't care if he was a corsair or a paladin or whatever the hell. There's things you just don't do. Enslaving people is a good way to end up on Ranma's shit list. People who think they're so high and mighty that they get to bully and control people are repulsive. If he thinks Ranma's going to let him get away so easily, he's got another thing coming.
Sightings and gossip lead Ranma and whoever else enacting justice to scout the outskirts for anything out of the ordinary. He was cool and collected despite how much he wanted to punch the nearest trees to let out some steam, pushing past shrubbery and overgrown branches that'd obscure the way. It didn't take him long to notice an imprint in the ground, making him tap his partner on the shoulder.]
Boot prints. [He tersely stated, pointing the boot print moving in the direction of bushes and vines.] This must be the place...
Lore Accurate Jellyfish
[Ranma's only recently figured out about the whole sleeping curse phenomena that's been going on around the land. Himself being cursed (albeit differently) already made him sympathetic to the clause. But the fact that people've been dying from this? He had to step in. He wouldn't be a martial artist and a man if he let innocent people died when he could've done something. That people've already died is devastating, but Ranma can't beat himself up over not doing anything sooner now.
They said that jelly from the jellyfish's eyes was a remedy for the symptoms. It's not much, but it'll do. Initially wondering why people were talking about stabbing out a jellyfish's eyes, now standing on the edge of the beast seeing what could only be described as Lovecraftian bobbing in the water. That's... pleasant. But he's faced giant jellyfishes before. This one just has a bajillion eyes poking out. No big deal.]
If we get it outta the water, it'll be easy picking to get to the eyes... [Easier said than done with all those tentacles...]
Zombie Mermaids
[This place just can't stop dealing with pests. First those annoying tattletales blabbing their secrets, now these abominations hanging out at the coast, feasting one whatever small critter or bird just happened to be near them. Ranma wasn't too off put by their rotted state or those sharp blood-draining fangs that could leave someone a shriveled sack of skin and flesh. He's more concerned about if his stomach'll be able to take the putrid smell of a cadaver.
Hiding behind a rock, Ranma's peeking out, watching some of these ugly mermaids gorging themselves on what looked like a bird. Gross.] ... Think if one bit you, you'd turn into either a zombie, vampire or mermaid? [Sorry to whoever's close by to listen to his joking observation, he's only trying to take the levity off everything.]
WILDCARD
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Status: Open
Where: Various
What: MANTA Quests
Warnings: N/A, will update as necessary
Spelling Me Softly
[You'd think with his history of people being cursed to turn into animals, he'd be adamantly against helping someone perfect a spell that makes people transform into other crap. And believe him, it is a bit iffy if someone used this on someone. The reward for helping out, a bottle of rum, doesn't do him much favor either. With all that said, there is a reason why Ranma's even assisting with this polymorphing spell; if it can change people into animals, then who's to say it can't turn people to people? Maybe, just maybe, it can help him with his curse...
So here Ranma is, surrounded by a flock of sheep that once were miscellaneous items like chairs, tables, rocks, etc. He's got the sheep polymorphing part nailed down. However...] How to change them all back...? [He mumbled aloud to himself, pulling his sleeve back when a sheep that used to be an apple tried nibbling on the fabric. Let's see... What usually does the trick...?
... Well, it wouldn't hurt to try that. Ranma pulled out a thermos from out of nowhere, whistled for a sheep to come over, and unceremoniously poured hot water that sizzled onto the sheep and made it exclaim a loud bleat of shock as its wool was drenched with boiled water.]
So not like Jusenkyo, huh... [Back to the drawing board...]
Harvesting Moonlight
[Food's a very good motivator for Ranma. Especially new food that he hadn't tried before. Gardening isn't anything new to him. While he doesn't do it much, when he and Pop were in some towns, he did grow some crops so they'd have some vegetables to take with them on the go and make something delicious. The farmers' description of these 'moondrakes' caught his full attention and curiosity. So badly did he want to pluck one from the ground and just take a bite, but he'd also rather not lose his eyesight...
So for now, Ranma was knelt down by the dirt, gingerly planting down the acorn-shaped seedlings and being extra careful with the watering can. As he was burying his next seed, he looked over at the other helping with the moondrakes.]
Did they say when these things'll be ripe for picking?
There's No Place Like Gnome
[After finding out that he doesn't have to sleep outside thanks to Kaveh informing him, Ranma was walking to his cabin on the ship. While he had no issues with sleeping just about anywhere due to the nomadic life he's lived growing up, it would be nice to sleep on an actual bed instead of a tree branch. This should be the place... Taking a deep breath and smiling to himself at the thought of somewhere peaceful to kick back and chill, Ranma turned the doorknob, opened the door, and...
...
...]
WHAT THE HELL?!?!
[Anyone close by could hear that loud scream coming from one of the ships all the way outside, followed by the sound of scuffling, items shattering, what sounded like party horns, baby shrills, and more... Then the ships window busted open as not only did Ranma come flying out to land on the port dock, but also a bunch of... gnomes.]
Little bearded bastards, I'll- [Ranma yelped as he ducked under the slash of a little scythe that nearly took off his head, along with some glass mugs and plates thrown from the window by a gnome. He felt one gnome hitting his leg that was more bothersome than painful.] Heads up! [He shouted as he punted the gnome over the other person's head... inadvertently getting some of the gnomes' attention drawn to them.
Whoops.]
Apple For An Eye
[Guns weren't something Ranma's used in his life nor learnt much on how to use. Closest to that would be water pistols. There's a big difference between a toy and a weapon. He's a very fast learner when it comes to weapons. It wasn't that complex, just aim and pull the trigger with your finger. Simple and clean.
That being said, he can understand most people not being so eager to stand still and let someone point something that could rearrange their face into a Picasso. Bouncing an apple up and down in one hand, and twirling the gun around a finger on the other, he looked at the sucker partnered up with him.]
Do you want to be the shooter, or the standee? [Might as well give them the options, since he's fine with either or.]
The Price for Freedom
[Ranma was among the first to jump at the opportunity to go after the slaver. He didn't care if he was a corsair or a paladin or whatever the hell. There's things you just don't do. Enslaving people is a good way to end up on Ranma's shit list. People who think they're so high and mighty that they get to bully and control people are repulsive. If he thinks Ranma's going to let him get away so easily, he's got another thing coming.
Sightings and gossip lead Ranma and whoever else enacting justice to scout the outskirts for anything out of the ordinary. He was cool and collected despite how much he wanted to punch the nearest trees to let out some steam, pushing past shrubbery and overgrown branches that'd obscure the way. It didn't take him long to notice an imprint in the ground, making him tap his partner on the shoulder.]
Boot prints. [He tersely stated, pointing the boot print moving in the direction of bushes and vines.] This must be the place...
Lore Accurate Jellyfish
[Ranma's only recently figured out about the whole sleeping curse phenomena that's been going on around the land. Himself being cursed (albeit differently) already made him sympathetic to the clause. But the fact that people've been dying from this? He had to step in. He wouldn't be a martial artist and a man if he let innocent people died when he could've done something. That people've already died is devastating, but Ranma can't beat himself up over not doing anything sooner now.
They said that jelly from the jellyfish's eyes was a remedy for the symptoms. It's not much, but it'll do. Initially wondering why people were talking about stabbing out a jellyfish's eyes, now standing on the edge of the beast seeing what could only be described as Lovecraftian bobbing in the water. That's... pleasant. But he's faced giant jellyfishes before. This one just has a bajillion eyes poking out. No big deal.]
If we get it outta the water, it'll be easy picking to get to the eyes... [Easier said than done with all those tentacles...]
Zombie Mermaids
[This place just can't stop dealing with pests. First those annoying tattletales blabbing their secrets, now these abominations hanging out at the coast, feasting one whatever small critter or bird just happened to be near them. Ranma wasn't too off put by their rotted state or those sharp blood-draining fangs that could leave someone a shriveled sack of skin and flesh. He's more concerned about if his stomach'll be able to take the putrid smell of a cadaver.
Hiding behind a rock, Ranma's peeking out, watching some of these ugly mermaids gorging themselves on what looked like a bird. Gross.] ... Think if one bit you, you'd turn into either a zombie, vampire or mermaid? [Sorry to whoever's close by to listen to his joking observation, he's only trying to take the levity off everything.]
WILDCARD
[None of these catch your fancy, or have your own idea? Feel free to make your own or HMU on this journal/
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