Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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[treebornekettlegirl]

[After an unfortunate incident with the washing machine (no she will not answer questions), Ranma was in the kitchen preparing to dump a kettle of boiling water on herself. She nearly drops the whole damn thing when the scream hits her ears. Shit!

Changing back will have to take a rain check. Ranma hoofs it to the scene, armed with nothing but her fists, spirit and this kettle still whistling and blowing steam from its spout.]

What's goin' on, who's dyin'?!

[WHERE IS THE MURDERER WHO DOES SHE HAVE TO PUNCH?!?!?!?!]

[brokenhabit]

[ She jumps and almost shrieks when Ranma comes running in, but tries to calm down, at least a little (only works so well) (re: not at all) ]

N-No one's dying! I'm sorry, I just--

[ She tries to gather up the shoes. Ranma only being a girl sometimes doesn't put him at risk she thinks but her instinct is to still keep the shoes far away from anyone else. ]

I-I need to get rid of these, they're dangerous...!

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Don't count your eggs before they conduct dark arts yet, Leb. Ranma has a terrible knack for getting mixed up with dastardly items regardless of whether he's boy or girl. So her still keeping them away, even if paranoid, isn't unwarranted.

... Lowering the kettle now that she sees there isn't an attempted killer to yeet it at.]

Oh. Oops?

[She mumbles lamely, watching the frightened girl hurriedly grabbing those shoes. Ranma doesn't see what's so dangerous about them from where she's standing, although...]

Are they cursed?

[Tons of dangerous items look inconspicuous and unassuming without warning labels or safeguards in place, from her experience.]

[brokenhabit]

It's... something like that.

[ She looks back down at them, trying to find the right words to explain them and not look like a madwoman. ]

...They're from a demon. He sends them to souls he finds most "fragrant", all to entice them to seek Him out.

Nothing good comes out of any of it.

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Lebkuchen's actually lucky in who she's explaining this to. Ranma stands there listening, believing everything without question. The most she visibly reacts is to nod her head along, but other than that?]

Bad news, got it. [Completely accepting it as fact.] Want me to take care of 'em for you?

[brokenhabit]

[ She's taken aback by how easily her explanation is accepted, but the offer surprises her even more. ]

...You would do that, for me?

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Ranma gives the girl a soft and reassuring smile.]

'Course. I'm a martial artist, it's our duty to protect the weak and innocent from danger and monsters. If you say these are dangerous, then I'm the right guy to ask to get rid of 'em.

[Folding her arms while her grin became more confident and firm.]

Besides, this isn't my first rodeo dealing with this sorta thing. As long as I don't wear 'em, I'll be fine, right?

[What are they going to do, put themselves on her feet and try to kill her if she doesn't remove them? Been there, done that!]

[brokenhabit]

[ She stares at her for what feels to her like ages... before finally bowing her head and nodding, eyes closed. ]

You should be, yes. I hope.

[ ... ]

Thank you, Ranma.

[ And then she reopens her eyes, looking back up. ]

I should be with you though, I... need to see them gone with my own eyes.

[treebornekettlegirl]

Think nothin' of it!

[She speaks casually, truly finding it no bigger deal than taking out the trash.]

Suit yourself. Keep your distance in case things go screwy.

[Which in her case, happens 9/10 of the time around her. Just preemptively warning the ex-nun. Ranma leads the way to the bonfire pits, the red ruby shoes held out in her hands.]

Fire's a surefire way of destroyin' them, yeah?

[badum tish]