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letsplayamurder2025-07-06 05:21 am
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Week one
You've all met Athena, and she's made her point quite clear. She's fully committed to making this world better, and you're the ones who agreed to lend a hand. Something she's obviously quite thankful for.
It's really not so bad around here. Despite the sky, and the state of the land, things are fairly calm. You've got plenty of time to get used to it, and each other. Maybe this'll be easier than it seems.
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It's really not so bad around here. Despite the sky, and the state of the land, things are fairly calm. You've got plenty of time to get used to it, and each other. Maybe this'll be easier than it seems.
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules
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[Ranma's taking notes of that. Anyone caught by Luna's telekinesis aren't fully static and immobile. Good to know in the future.
She'd wonder if something that's battery-operate and runs on oil can truly be called a living being, but she doesn't fret all that philosophical junk. Omega was chosen like them too, there's that as well.]
Good point. [Bit of a shame if he goes all terminator she can't just restrain him, but eh, what else can you do?] We would've beaten him without it anyway, so don't sweat it. He's lucky that lady with the strings stopped us from crushin' him like a soda can.
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I...Ranma Saotome?
[Isn't...? But, wait...]
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[did she just sniff her. havent gotten the first trial and weve already got a sniff check]
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[But yep, that's definitely the same scent of fighty punchy teenage boy... only one of those four words isn't present!]
Did the pigtail seriously not tip you off?
[Pinching her trademark pigtail between her fingers. tho she can't judge luna too harshly since people don't immediately get it just from the hair alone]
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[ After a moment, a bit sheepishly: ]
And most of you are so similarly colored...
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[She starts to mouth
Mane?before she stops herself short. Pony, right. And she can concede there, outside of a few outliers, most of the pantheon have fairly ordinary hair colors that don't pop out as much as say Misane or, right now, hers.Best to nip this in the bud since she can fathom a guess what Luna'll ask next.]
It's a curse. From before we came here.
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[ Beyond the normal scope of curses in her world, but reasonable enough. ]
...which part is the curse?
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[Slightly gobsmacked by her question, Ranma waves her hand up and down her body several times. It should be obvious what's the curse!]
This?
[in that exact tone of duh]
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How does the change occur?
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[She answers on a dime, having done this like a bajillion times before]
Cold water. Hot water changes me back to normal.
[Returning right back to hauling the last few chunk of wall over to the take-out pile]
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[ If it's a curse and all! ]
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'Cuz I promised Misane I'd handle this [She points to the aftermath of Omega's rampage.] for her. [So it took top priority than changing back right this instant. If she was in more of a rush, she'd've dunked her head under the sink already.
That being said:]
I put some on to boil a couple minutes ago while I clean. Should be done right about...
[FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!~
Ranma flashes a chipper smile as the unmistakable tune of a kettle's whistle ring out, snapping her finger at the same time.]
There we go! Hold this please.
[Handing off the broom to the one god without hands to hand off to before making her way to fetch the kettle.]
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[ She catches the broom with her magic, instinctively, and starts after Ranma after a second of processing: ]
- do not pour boiling water on yourself?!
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[Luna'll catch Ranma in time to see her handling the undeniably scorching hot kettle by the base, in the middle of raising it]
Hm? Why not?
[Asked with sincere confusion]
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1/2 also cw? for self-scalding
[Looks at Luna. Looks at the kettle over her head. Looks back at the moon horse.]
That is the temperature I was aimin' for, yeah.
[She states blandly as if Luna's the one acting unreasonable. With that, she unceremoniously dumps it onto her scalp, the scalding water hissing as it makes contact...]
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[Ranma doesn't react to pouring boiling water on herself like anyone (or, anypony) would normally. No screams of anguish, no writhing on the ground, she stands there cool as a cucumber. In the seconds it takes for the water to travel from Ranma's crown to the ground, Luna will see the familiar teenage boy she fought alongside with standing there. He shoots her a casual smile to assure(?) her he's perfectly a-okay!]
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...you are immune to heat? You might have said that!
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You never asked.
[that's. really his rebuttal to that. seriously. Ranma swipes a hand towel off the sink counter, using it to dry his hair]
And I wouldn't call it immunity either. Highly resistant to heat's more like it. I can still get burned if the flame's hot enough.
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[ Ugh. Well, whatever. ]
That is a terribly strange curse.
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[Face falling to a flat stare:]
Really? I hadn't noticed.
[Dryly with a bitter undertone to it.]
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[ Nah, she's coming at it the other way. ]
How did it come to be?
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[Oh. Okay, he'll give her that. Out of all the curses he's seen, looking at it logically, he got off relatively easy. As crappy as the curse is, he'd rather be a girl than a pig or cat or some bull-yeti-crane-whatever amalgamation any day.
Bluntly:]
My old man punched me into a cursed spring.
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[ Loud and indignant! ]
Why?
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[Silence permeates the room, so silent you can hear a pin drop.]
... I might've sorta kinda kicked him into one that turned him into a panda? Durin' our training session?
[now would be the perfect time to have a curse that lets him skirt past angers by pretending to be a cute dumb animal]
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