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[OPEN] March Catch-All
Who: Ranma & YOU
Status: Open
Where: All over
What: Catch-all for MANTA, phantom cats and jail shenanigans.
Warnings: Potential violence, crimes against nature panty-snatching bear
[Given his history with curses, it's a no-brainer Ranma steered clear of Crescent Isle last month. Anomalous as it may be to his usual disposition, he's already got one curse that messes with his being. Two curses' not a company, it's a crowd. So he skipped out on the manhunt then. For his own sake.
Now? With reports and sightings of abominations roaming around on smaller, curse-free (least, far as he knows) islands, he can't and won't sit on the sidelines this time. Ranma caught a boat ride with others who were on monster hunting duty, and was quick to split off from the group to draw out the monsters.
Thankfully? Ranma has a knack for attracting things that want to kill him. Call it talent. Or a curse. One or the other's both felicitous. That is to say, it doesn't take him long to encounter one of the alchemist's grotesque science fair projects gone wrong. It took the form of a tiger-esque creature's body, with the heads and necks of an entire smorgasbord of birds stitched and stapled to its host. Was this nutcase trying to make some avian-hydra or something?!
Seven bird heads, of geese, ravens and more, crane their neck and lock eyes with its prey. It pounces forth, claws forth. Barely nicking Ranma's arm when he threw it forward and sent the insult to ornithology flying at... another person. Uh-oh.]
Duck!
[That's not a pun (mostly), it's a warning to whoever the poor sucker who's in the crossfire of the monster's flight.]
[It's been so long since he's been back in his world, he was almost getting homesick. One of the latest bounty posted in the office reminded him so much of those living in Nerima. After all, that place was essentially a cesspool for sex pests and perverts. Ranma had half a mind to suspect that dirty old lecher finally crashed into this land.
Dirty old lecher or not, Ranma wasn't going to stand for this. If there's anything he can't stand, it's creeps terrorizing poor women!
That's the sole reason, for the entirety of his time in Escordvi, he's buying panties. Naturally, as a girl. Otherwise, he probably would be the one accused of panty pilfering in some wacky misunderstanding. Ranma paid no mind to the clerk's concerns and warning to watch out for the creep going around.
Her attracting him's the whole point. A cute, unassuming girl with a bag of freshly purchased panties makes for the perfect bait. Sitting outside her favorite pastry shops, the redhead was leaving her bag unattended. Focusing entirely on a.) wolfing down a parfait...
... and b.) texting her ally.]
catsgothistongue sent: I'm in position. Do you see 'em?
I.) The Chased Prey
[Throughout the month, those who know Ranma may find his behavior atypical to his usual character. Before, he was cool as a cucumber, doesn't afraid of anything, without a single hint of worry or concern to be had of his surroundings even in the face of danger. Someone who didn't show an inch of fear and stood tall and proud no matter what life threw at him.
This month's different. Those who've seen him this month could've seen the shifts in him with both eyes closed. He was antsy and on edge, jumping at the slightest bumps and always looking over his shoulders for... something. Conversations would be cut short by him bolting away without warning. And while he hasn't gone the recluse route of confining himself to solitary, he's avoidant to people. Because he knows trying to ask for people's help against those demon cats Ganon's sicced would only net him a face face of laughter.
... Which is why, after another round of literal cat and mouse, he's currently on the roof to someone's house. Who's, he didn't really bother to check. Or ask. Surely they won't mind his frantic attempts to lockpick one of their windows, cursing under his breath, knowing they'll be here at any moment!]
II.) The Cornered Animal
[One could argue that Ranma brought this upon himself. He messed with the Dorf, and now he's getting the claws. Try as hard as he did, run as far as he could, hide for as long as he could... There was no escaping the inevitable. Ganondorf's Phantom Cats managed to box him into a pit he could not climb out of. Nothing he could do would stop the merciless mauling he would endure...
Nothing he could do would stop his primal fear from boiling over and swallowing him whole.
What follows next could only be described as 'Cat Hell Breaking Loose.' Those unfortunate to be nearby could swear the last thing they could hear was a feline trill. Those same people would be attacked, scratched a bloody red by a feral beast in red. Panic spread through the town, destruction in tow. Buildings, structures, the very ground fleeing people were running on. Nothing stood in its way as its unseen claws grazing clean-through like a hot knife to butter.
It prowls the streets of Eltrut like a hunter searching for its next meal. The sight of a teenage boy in red down on all fours like a wild animal might make one stop to stare at the absurdity... Though with the trail of havoc behind it and the crowd of injured, frightened people, now might be the best time to fight or flee.
Especially since said teenage boy has his pinpricked eyes trained on its next target, ready itself to attack with a shrill hiss!]
βοΈ Jail
[So turns out, going on a feral rampage through town attacking establishments and the fine inhabitants of Eltrut? That's kind of a crime. It's also the nail in the coffin that justifies the Paladins' decision to throw Ranma in the slammers. They were already planning the boy's incarceration, he managed to build up an "impressive" rap sheet in the past months. From their point of view, they had enough clause to lock him up and throw away the key for life.
From Ranma's point of view? It's all a load of bull! He's been tormented all month because one dick was butthurt over his teasing, and he wakes up to a bunch of guards aiming weapons at him, spouting out words he couldn't really make out on account of his head being fuzzy. Next thing he knows, he's slapped in cuffs and whisked away to prison. He only got the nitty-gritty from one snobby Paladin listing off his crimes.
Part of him did get they had a valid excuse. He did go on a frenzy hacking and slashing anything that entered his peripheral. The other part, the louder part's profoundly peeved about the other stuff they're accusing him of. That greatly outweighs whatever slimmer of desire to face his due diligence Ranma had.
He's got to get out of here! Whether you're someone who's visiting him, come to break him out, or a fellow imprisoned, you'll catch the pigtailed martial artist in the middle of trying to crack his cuffs off his wrists.]
Stupid guards, stupid Ganonjerk, stupid--
[Yes, he looks very stupid right now. He also isn't paying attention to his surroundings, so he hasn't noticed the other. Yet.]
(None of the above catch your interest, or have a different quest in mind? I'm all ears! Although I didn't make prompts for them, I would be down for doing The Thornbind Sickness, Every Day I'm Brusselin', The Living Bookmark, Out of the Blue, Bigger Fish to Fry, Cuddle Quest, Octopus Traveler and Vampire Squid. If you wish to plot something out, my CR workshop can be found here, but I'm also available to be PM on this journal, on Discord (wahoothis) or @![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
wahoothis!)
Status: Open
Where: All over
What: Catch-all for MANTA, phantom cats and jail shenanigans.
Warnings: Potential violence, crimes against nature panty-snatching bear
π A Rumor of a Mad Monster π
[Given his history with curses, it's a no-brainer Ranma steered clear of Crescent Isle last month. Anomalous as it may be to his usual disposition, he's already got one curse that messes with his being. Two curses' not a company, it's a crowd. So he skipped out on the manhunt then. For his own sake.
Now? With reports and sightings of abominations roaming around on smaller, curse-free (least, far as he knows) islands, he can't and won't sit on the sidelines this time. Ranma caught a boat ride with others who were on monster hunting duty, and was quick to split off from the group to draw out the monsters.
Thankfully? Ranma has a knack for attracting things that want to kill him. Call it talent. Or a curse. One or the other's both felicitous. That is to say, it doesn't take him long to encounter one of the alchemist's grotesque science fair projects gone wrong. It took the form of a tiger-esque creature's body, with the heads and necks of an entire smorgasbord of birds stitched and stapled to its host. Was this nutcase trying to make some avian-hydra or something?!
Seven bird heads, of geese, ravens and more, crane their neck and lock eyes with its prey. It pounces forth, claws forth. Barely nicking Ranma's arm when he threw it forward and sent the insult to ornithology flying at... another person. Uh-oh.]
Duck!
[That's not a pun (mostly), it's a warning to whoever the poor sucker who's in the crossfire of the monster's flight.]
π» Bear Necessities π»
[It's been so long since he's been back in his world, he was almost getting homesick. One of the latest bounty posted in the office reminded him so much of those living in Nerima. After all, that place was essentially a cesspool for sex pests and perverts. Ranma had half a mind to suspect that dirty old lecher finally crashed into this land.
Dirty old lecher or not, Ranma wasn't going to stand for this. If there's anything he can't stand, it's creeps terrorizing poor women!
That's the sole reason, for the entirety of his time in Escordvi, he's buying panties. Naturally, as a girl. Otherwise, he probably would be the one accused of panty pilfering in some wacky misunderstanding. Ranma paid no mind to the clerk's concerns and warning to watch out for the creep going around.
Her attracting him's the whole point. A cute, unassuming girl with a bag of freshly purchased panties makes for the perfect bait. Sitting outside her favorite pastry shops, the redhead was leaving her bag unattended. Focusing entirely on a.) wolfing down a parfait...
... and b.) texting her ally.]
catsgothistongue sent: I'm in position. Do you see 'em?
π Phantom Cats Got His Tongue π
I.) The Chased Prey
[Throughout the month, those who know Ranma may find his behavior atypical to his usual character. Before, he was cool as a cucumber, doesn't afraid of anything, without a single hint of worry or concern to be had of his surroundings even in the face of danger. Someone who didn't show an inch of fear and stood tall and proud no matter what life threw at him.
This month's different. Those who've seen him this month could've seen the shifts in him with both eyes closed. He was antsy and on edge, jumping at the slightest bumps and always looking over his shoulders for... something. Conversations would be cut short by him bolting away without warning. And while he hasn't gone the recluse route of confining himself to solitary, he's avoidant to people. Because he knows trying to ask for people's help against those demon cats Ganon's sicced would only net him a face face of laughter.
... Which is why, after another round of literal cat and mouse, he's currently on the roof to someone's house. Who's, he didn't really bother to check. Or ask. Surely they won't mind his frantic attempts to lockpick one of their windows, cursing under his breath, knowing they'll be here at any moment!]
II.) The Cornered Animal
[One could argue that Ranma brought this upon himself. He messed with the Dorf, and now he's getting the claws. Try as hard as he did, run as far as he could, hide for as long as he could... There was no escaping the inevitable. Ganondorf's Phantom Cats managed to box him into a pit he could not climb out of. Nothing he could do would stop the merciless mauling he would endure...
Nothing he could do would stop his primal fear from boiling over and swallowing him whole.
What follows next could only be described as 'Cat Hell Breaking Loose.' Those unfortunate to be nearby could swear the last thing they could hear was a feline trill. Those same people would be attacked, scratched a bloody red by a feral beast in red. Panic spread through the town, destruction in tow. Buildings, structures, the very ground fleeing people were running on. Nothing stood in its way as its unseen claws grazing clean-through like a hot knife to butter.
It prowls the streets of Eltrut like a hunter searching for its next meal. The sight of a teenage boy in red down on all fours like a wild animal might make one stop to stare at the absurdity... Though with the trail of havoc behind it and the crowd of injured, frightened people, now might be the best time to fight or flee.
Especially since said teenage boy has his pinpricked eyes trained on its next target, ready itself to attack with a shrill hiss!]
βοΈ Jailbirdcat βοΈ
[So turns out, going on a feral rampage through town attacking establishments and the fine inhabitants of Eltrut? That's kind of a crime. It's also the nail in the coffin that justifies the Paladins' decision to throw Ranma in the slammers. They were already planning the boy's incarceration, he managed to build up an "impressive" rap sheet in the past months. From their point of view, they had enough clause to lock him up and throw away the key for life.
From Ranma's point of view? It's all a load of bull! He's been tormented all month because one dick was butthurt over his teasing, and he wakes up to a bunch of guards aiming weapons at him, spouting out words he couldn't really make out on account of his head being fuzzy. Next thing he knows, he's slapped in cuffs and whisked away to prison. He only got the nitty-gritty from one snobby Paladin listing off his crimes.
Part of him did get they had a valid excuse. He did go on a frenzy hacking and slashing anything that entered his peripheral. The other part, the louder part's profoundly peeved about the other stuff they're accusing him of. That greatly outweighs whatever slimmer of desire to face his due diligence Ranma had.
He's got to get out of here! Whether you're someone who's visiting him, come to break him out, or a fellow imprisoned, you'll catch the pigtailed martial artist in the middle of trying to crack his cuffs off his wrists.]
Stupid guards, stupid Ganonjerk, stupid--
[Yes, he looks very stupid right now. He also isn't paying attention to his surroundings, so he hasn't noticed the other. Yet.]
ββ Wildcard ββ
(None of the above catch your interest, or have a different quest in mind? I'm all ears! Although I didn't make prompts for them, I would be down for doing The Thornbind Sickness, Every Day I'm Brusselin', The Living Bookmark, Out of the Blue, Bigger Fish to Fry, Cuddle Quest, Octopus Traveler and Vampire Squid. If you wish to plot something out, my CR workshop can be found here, but I'm also available to be PM on this journal, on Discord (wahoothis) or @
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... Could be the duck's head peeking out from behind it be what's what. Ranma immediately perks up with a bright expression on his face. Della's a sight for sore eyes that've been staring at nothing but the drab soulless walls in his confinement. Compared to getting stabbed while fighting that cult, he doesn't look too bad... Minus all the slashes across his flesh, his clothes being frayed and the daubs of dried blood. Those jackass Paladins didn't even give him the courtesy of a shower or nice, complete clothes before throwing him behind bars.
The martial artist shoots her a faint smile with hints of shame behind it.]
... Chalk it up to 'long story' for now, and I'll answer anythin' after we bust outta here?
[That's a compromise he can live with. Long as he gets out of here.]
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She moves around, and starts to pull out...
a bottle of water. ]
The best way to have a jail-break is right out the front door. Any chance you're willing to be Ranko, your poor, put-upon twin sister?
[ There's a chance the Paladins/guards already know about Ranma's... condition, but she figured it was worth a try. ]
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Never in his life has Ranma been more glad to see water. There's a pang of nostalgia (and longing) in his chest hearing that persona's name, from another mother at that. He masks those sappy, unimportant feelings under his usual smug grin. ]
Always. Lay it on me!
[He'd hold his arms out in a 'hit me' manner... but he's a little cuffed at the moment. 'Course they had to slap magitech cuffs on him to nip his powers, otherwise he'd snap them off by now... He found out on arrival when he was dropped in the ocean his curse wasn't blocked. Assuming these cuffs operate under that same line of logic, his curse shouldn't be affected. Even if those rubes don't buy it, he'll be able to slip out of the restraints as a girl.
There's been reports and bounties of sex-shifters, one of them being Ranma himself in the past. Heck, one of the current ones is another guy who guises himself as a woman. So the chances they know are a coin flip. Glass half-full, the guards fall for it and lets the "innocent mistress" out of here. Glass half-empty, they already know of his condition and don't let him out and they have to do this the violent way.]
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I dunno if your world has any Oscars, but if they do, I'm about to win them all.
[ Clears her throat. ]
... OH MY GOSH, RANKO! HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO YOU?!
[ ... takes on the role of Horrified Auntie, tears in her eyes, ready to rescue the innocently jailed girl! Her wailing slash ranting is sure to get those guards running in. ]
I want names! I want answers! HOW COULD YOU LOCK UP AN INNOCENT GIRL, ALL COVERED IN WOUNDS?! DO YOU PEOPLE HAVE NO SHAME? I THOUGHT YOU WERE PALADINS! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD GUYS!
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[OMG. Ranma has to cover his- her mouth with both hands to muffle a titter. If there's anything she loves more than martial arts (which isn't a lot), it's duping morons. In the midst of stifling her giddiness, it quickly transitions into sniffling as Ranma busts out the waterworks. Crocodile tears stream down her pitiful face, she's currently doing her best sympathy-garnering look. Sad as those commercials that have sad puppies and kitties playing on screen.]
A-AUNTIE DELLA, WAAAAAH!!!
[She's got this down to a science. Her voice hitch and crack, deliberately struggling to get words out.
The commotion and bewailing works like a charm. A reptilian Paladin guard making his rounds around the block immediately drops what he was doing to see what all the brouhaha was about. Near instantly, confusion washes over his face seeing not that dangerous malefactor, but a demure, trembling and weeping redheaded girl. "What the-- Where did he--"
Confusion begets to instant regret upon realizing he's now got to deal with the Angry Karenβ’.
"M-Ma'am, please settle down!" Ranma caught that stammer, and the way this sucker held himself that made wet blankets look confident, it was enough to tell her this'll be an easy con job. She dials up the sobbing, rubbing at her eyes as she bawled.]
They-- [hic] They said that I-I was dangerous, that I looked like that scary thing that attacked me, so they throw me in here!!! Am I in trouble, Auntie...? Did I do something wrong?
[She holds herself, hiding a secretive smirk on her face watching the guard scramble for footing to stand on.]
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Della slaps a hand to her chest in horror. ]
What? They locked you up for your LOOKS? Is this the kind of society we live in?!
[ And so we see where Dewey got his Theater Kid instincts from. She storms right up to the reptile, jabbing her finger in his chest repeatedly. ]
Is this how you get your sick kicks? Locking up innocent little girls? What is this, some kind of power trip for you? You should be ashamed of yourself! Do you go home at night and call your mother and tell her "Oh gee ma, I got to make a young maiden cry today, aren't you proud?"
[ JABJABJABJABJABJAB okay she's having a little too much fun with this. It's been a while since she's had a win, she could use one. ]
GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON I SHOULDN'T SEE YOUR BOSS THIS INSTANT!
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[Death knells were sounding for the unfortunate target of Della's furious haranguing. He couldn't get a word out over the duck's quacking and her little girl's weeping in the corner. All he could do was backtrack, both metaphorically and in the sense she's forcing him to walk backwards, his frantic steps in tandem with the finger pounding into his chest.
It's Della going full Karen and demanding for his boss does he look ready to keel over and die. The "auntie-niece" duo watch this man blanche to a ghostly white, scales be dane, and collapse down to grovel at Della's feet.
"Please, l-let's not get rash! This is all a big mistake, I-- I just got this position, and if the boss finds out I botched simple guard duty..." The guard trails off into incoherent blubbering.
Ranma's crocodile tear-stained face quickly dries up when she looks at Della, then at the sniveling guard. Geez, she didn't expect him to break this fast. Couldn't even handle a little castigating, she's starting to get second-hand embarrassment watching this.]
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I suppose I could look over this... DREADFUL incident... if you, oh, I don't know, LET HER OUT?
[ She snaps her fingers! Chop, chop, little man! She's trying to take in lessons from all the best villainesses she knows - Ma Beagle, Black Heron, Magica De Spell! Take in their ego, their cruelty, their disdain!
also maybe don't ever tell this story to the triplets if they show up here mmmkay ]
And if I EVER see you anywhere near her or me again, I won't be satisfied with hearing from your boss... I'll want your boss's boss's boss's boss's name!
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["Let her out? But what about the--"
The finger snap zips his lips shut. Keys, keys, where did he- Ah, right, on his belt. He fumbles them trying to get the rings from falling out of his hands. Scrambling to the cell door, he usher out a few more quiet apologies to the young ladies...
Click!
SLAM!!!]
AUNTIE!!!!!!
[The door's almost torn off its hinges when the girl inside bursts out, slamming it shut on the guard. Were this a cartoon, he'd be compressed into an accordion. Instead, he wobbles out from behind it and topples over on the ground, mentally reevaluating his life choices that lead up to this.
Looks like that trip to hug city's come early. Ranma instantly threw her arms around the duck and bury her face into Della's shoulder.]
M-May we please go now? This place's so scary, boo-hoo...
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There there, dear, everything will be all right. Let's get you home, and I'll treat you to a big bowl of ice cream with everything on top!
[ Now let's get going before they push their luck too hard. She holds Ranma(ko)'s hand and after a dramatic flip of her hair - ]
I do hope you find the ACTUAL criminal behind this nonsense. It would be a shame if you found YOURSELF behind those bars instead... hmph!
[ Sticking her beak haughtily up in the air, she begins to lead her friend out of the room... must hold back the shit-eating grin, hold it back, wait until they're safe... ]
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[Somewhere in the head gaoler's quarters, they're getting a premonition of a blood vessel bursting from blowing up at a newbie's incompetence. But that's the new guard's problem, not theirs.
Ranma reacts to mentions of ice cream the same way pets do when you bring up treats. After all this mess, she really could use some. But she mustn't break character. Suppressing her joy and excitement, Ranma waltz out of the room holding onto the duck's still boo-hooing and shivering even when they step foot outdoors.
It isn't until they make it a good block away from the station does Ranma finally break out. She pitches over holding her stomach, loudly guffawing uncontrollably.]
Oh man, that was awesome! Didja see the look on his face? We got 'em good! [She bobs a curtsy to the duck.] You stole the show back there, Auntie Della.
[If this place has a pirate equivalent to the Oscars, Della would've cleared out the entire academy.]
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Oh, c'mon, I couldn't have done it without the Best Supporting Actress here! [ a brief imitation of ranma ] Ooooh, Auntie Delllaaaa~! I'm so scawwwwed! [ back to normal voice, and normal hysterical laughter. ] Maybe you should stay locked up, cause you totally stole the show!
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[Some help that is, since Ranma's close to doubling over from how hard she's laughing. Genuine tears well in her eyes from laughter. She wipes them away with a thumb, taking a second or two to recompose herself.]
You and I gotta do this again sometime! [Tricking some poor suckers with their acting chops, she means.] Just, without one o' us being behind bars.
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[ Pause. Actually, now that the subject was brought up... ]
... Say, what were you locked up for, anyway?
[ things she probably should have asked before breaking him out??? ]
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[Ranma visibly stiffens, her excitement and elation ebbing away. Right... She did promise to answer any and all questions Della may have. What kind of man would she be to go back on it now.]
N-Now... Before you say anything, there's two sides to every stories...
[Tapping her finger tips together with a growing sheepish smile.]
I kinda sorta might've destroyed some of the town and attacked people...
[Are they still going out for ice cream?]
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[ She glances back from whence they came, as if seriously contemplating going back and chucking Ranma in there with an awkward apology.
Deep inhale, palms pressed together. ]
Ooookaaaay. How, exactly, does this story START?
cw: genma saotome being a bad dad
[SHE SEES THAT CONTEMPLATIVE LOOK ON YOUR BILL DELLA, DON'T YOU DARE!!!
Oh boy, ain't that the million dollar question? Where does she even begin to explain what all the hell happened without looking like some kind of loon?]
This jerk, Ganondorf, set his horde of demon cats on me. They've been hounding and attacking me for weeks.
[... Okay, even she knows that doesn't cover everything. She breathes out, shoulders slouching, before continuing. It's not pulling teeth, though she'd rather take that than explain this tbh.]
Which wouldn't be too bad if it weren't for my old man. Years ago, when we were still trainin' all over the world, he found this "super cool" ancient technique that makes the user "unbeatable".
[The air quotes were palpable in her words, ladled with irritation and mockery.]
It goes like this: the instructor digs a deep hole and fills it with a bunch of starved cats. Then they tie salted meats around the practitioner's body and throw the poor sap in. The cats smell the food, get all excited, and...
[She trails off, trusting that Della's smart enough to fill in the blanks on her own.]
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[ Also, Genma better make sure he never enters this world because he is getting his ass kicked six ways to Sunday. ]
World's worst parenting aside, we gotta make sure this doesn't happen again. I can't save your tailfeathers every time - do you know how the Ganoncats keep finding you?
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[Tchs]
That's a low bar to surpass.
[The line to kick Genma Saotome's ass gets longer and longer every day. Della's got a point. She'd rather not deal with those hellbeasts all over again.]
I'unno, smell? They stopped after the guards locked me up, so hopefully, I killed them all.
[Hopefully...]
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[ She personally isn't, but it's the first kind of stuff that came to mind. ]
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Wouldn't say I'm a fan of it, but I can handle a little perfume.
[Fat chance about the authorities forgiving and forgetting this whole ordeal. In Ranma's experiences, people don't let up on grudges or past mistakes, Ranma being solely responsible for them be damned. Although they haven't tried anything after her bounty a few months ago was taken down, so maybe they will move on with their lives.]
So...
[Beat. Before Della gets the biggest pair of bright blue doe eyes staring into her soul.]
Can we go get ice cream now?
[Please don't let that be only part of the ruse!]
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Anything for my dear widdle Ranko!
[ A delighted chuckle and she pulls back, casually strolling. She always intended the ice cream to be the realest part of the ruse! ]
Shoot, after all this nonsense, we might deserve double scoops.
π?
[Great, she would've felt so betrayed if it wasn't. Ranma can't help herself but giggle, leaning down some to make the ruffling more doable for the duck.]
Big words coming from someone who comes up to my elbows.
[Ranma follows her gait, relaxing her arms behind her head, ready to bring this long day to a close.]
I'll cover the cost. My treat.
[As thanks for bailing her out of jail.
and she definitely isn't going to convince a worker with her womanly wiles into giving them free ice cream shhhhh]