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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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[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]