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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
vague ranma 1/2 spoilers for the final chapter
[That cutting himself off isn't lost on him. And those words... Something about them's coming too close to a recently developed nerve for Ranma's own comfort.
I can't relax. I can't stop moving. I can't slow down for even a second. I need to stay alive.
If I'm too slow she'll-
Ranma's never really been the guy people come to for uplifting words or sound advice. He's the guy they come to/beg him to punch away their problems. And well, you can't punch death in the face until it fucks off. Best thing you can do is avoid it until it finally sinks its claws into you.
Deep exhale.]
Fine, if ya' say so. Just tryin' to stop you from givin' yourself a heart attack.
[With a mumble, Ranma stakes his marshmallow kebab into the ground in the perfect spot, angling it near the fire to let to cook. He saunters over back to the buckets of water and dirt, tapping one with his foot.]
D'ya want a hand with these?
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Caught up in his internal spiral, Alex doesn't quite hear Ranma's exhale. Hell, he barely even processes what he says at first. That's sort of self-demonstrating, isn't it? He's too distracted to. You can't fight Death on your own. It's too hard.
He does turn on a dime at the sound of the stick. The disruption of dirt, that's somehow something his ears have been trained to hear, or something, which means he's looking at Ranma, listening more actively to him, so.
Alex blinks. ]
With the... [ I thought you said... His shoulders slump a little. ] Uh. Yeah. At least...help me figure out where's a good spot? So no one actually does trip over 'em.
[ There's a method to his madness. There's nothing but method, unfortunately. But it's so much easier to keep from getting caught up in it when there's someone else to lend a hand. ]
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[Much as he does think Alex's being overly paranoid and seconds away from scaring himself to an early grave, Ranma'll admit he has the right idea. Bonfire's too big to be left unattended without some safety precaution in place. Were it set any closer to the forest's edge those trees would go up like birthday candles.
Pivoting on his foot, Ranma starts walking to one of the emergency buckets.]
Settin' one on either side of the logs could work. Or mayb--
[Ranma Saotome. Martial arts prodigy from right out the gate. Master of staying on his toes in any scenario and thinking fast. Capable of dodging boulders being pelted at him at bullet speed like it were a game of dodgeball...
... catches his foot on a rock he wasn't paying attention to and goes flying forward. In the time it takes for his brain to register that he's heading for something to cushion his face, all he can muster is a curse and a grouse of why is it always-- before he lands face first in that same bucket he was going for.
Surprising absolutely no one, it's one filled with water. Thankfully it spills out so there won't be any FD-esque deaths here today... though Ranma sits there with a bucket over his head like something out of an cartoon sketch, sulking with his arms crossed.]
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As Ranma flies forward into the bucket, Alex sputters, practically leaping to try and do whatever damage control he can. Not seeing what he tripped over, his mind starts inventing horrific ways this will lead to his own death. The log, it was the log, it's going to roll, and it's going to run into Alex and knock him back into the fire, so he'll burn like he was supposed to, and won't that just be perfect—
SPLASH, all over the ground, all over Ranma, who seems...not bothered by this. Well, not fine with it, but not fretful. It's just a silly event to him, not a potential disaster.
Still Alex, snaps up the bucket, pulling it off Ranma's head and— ] Fffuck, man, shit, are you good?
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[Under the bucket, voice muffled and reverberated:]
M'peachy.
[Ranma is so peachy even his hair's now peach-colored. Or, wait, no it's more a pastel pink color. Metal veil removed off his head, Alex'll be met with not those grey-blues but bright pink eyes and a deadpanning scowl, on a face that looks so similar to the pigtailed boy he saw take a tumble. In the same way you catch a glimpse of someone on the street you think you recognize.
Alex's made it a habit to look at the signs of the world around him...]
I don't wanna say I told you so, man... But I'm gonna.
[... and all signs point to this being a girl, right down to the voice grumbling out sardonicisms.]
1/3
The same look in those pink eyes. The same tone in that higher voice. ]
Wh...
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You...
3/3
[ Naturally. This is naturally the way to confirm this. ]
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[Truly there was no other way.]
Ye-up. [So fucking dry] Brilliant detective work there. [Can you hear the overwhelming amount of No shit sherlock in her voice?
Alex's astute deduction is further substantiated when Ranma hops back on her feet, confirming that. Well, he was already shorter than Alex before as a guy, but now? She teeny tiny.]
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[ A beat. ]
U-uh, girl...?
[ how the fuck does this one work. ]
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[There's the question she was expecting from him! Lightning rounding her answers cause she's been through the tedium of the same question that she knows what to anticipate:]
Magical curse from back home. Fell into a cursed spring in China. I change into this every time I'm splashed with water. Hot changes me back to normal. Does that cover everything?
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[Looks down at herself. Shrugs.]
It became normal for us after the first months?
[what is normalcy anymore man?]
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There's not just a buncha cursed bodies of water to trip into?
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Oh no, there are. Hundreds of 'em actually. Most people I know that're cursed too either slipped and fall in or got decked into one by someone else.
[latter of which she... half-intentionally/half-accidentally did to two separate people but alex doesn't need to know that!]
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Shit. So you just have a bunch of people who just...turn into girls all over when they get splashed?
[ this is so surreal ]
cw for brief drowning mention
[precisely! also what he doesn't know he can't judge her for!!]
Nope.
[Beat.]
Those guys got animals. Pig, cat, duck... Like I said, hundreds of springs where buncha things drowned, not just people.
[And those are the quote-unquote normal springs. She's omitting the weirder ones like the abomination taro got or the asura, for alex's brain's sake]
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...Man... What the fuck.
[ LIKE. WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO SAY HONESTLY!!!! ]
Is there any way to break the curse, or are you just...stuck with this?
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I'unno. There's been 'cures', but they're all either duds, dead-ends or are destroyed before I can use 'em. Jumpin' in the spring of drowned man's supposed to cure it, but I can't drop everything and go back there on a whim, now can I?
[And the times he did, there was other things happening that kept him from using it. Finishing wringing out her pigtail and adjusting her clothes, she picks up the marshmallow kebab from the fire, now toasted a brilliant golden brown.]
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Damn. How long's it been happening?
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Haven't really been keepin' track. [After the first couple months or so, she stopped thinking about it to avoid driving herself crazy.] Almost a year?
[aka tfw your char's canon is vague about how much time's passed and operates on comic book time
She pulls a marshmallow off the stick, tossing it into her mouth.]
I got used to livin' with it. Ain't the worse curse I could've gotten stuck with. [It sucks, yeah, but she's never been at threat of being eaten like Ryoga or Mousse. Ranma pulls off another marshmallow, this time holding it out to Alex.]
I mean, it ain't as bad as havin' death hound me like a bitter ex.
[She's cracking a cheeky smile with her joke.]
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Alex doesn't smile back. It's not really something he can joke about, really. But he doesn't pull away, either. He hesitates a few moments, looking at the marshmallow as if appraising its chances of killing him.
And then, he takes it, snatching it up fluidly. ]
What was it you said? I got used to it. It became...normal.
[ Pretty fucking miserable thing to become normal, though, that's for sure. ]
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[She starts to shoot him a look when he doesn't immediately take the darn snack! It's just food, it won't bite, that's what he's supposed to do! Though once he does, Ranma nods her head in commiseration.]
That's all guys like you and I can do.
[Feasting on her last treat, she wheels on her heel back to Alex's emergency buckets.]
Now, where were we?
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Well— [ dude. close your mouth. ] We kinda need to refill this bucket.