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letsplayamurder2025-08-17 03:09 am
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Week seven
After that particularly hectic trial, if it could even be called that, you were free to go your own way. The sun had set on Ferdinand and Omega's attempt to enact vengeance upon Typhon, and while your combined efforts were clearly enough to damage him, he managed to slink off with both of your former companions. No doubt, probably licking his wounds, or whatever the Titan plans to do in his refuge between the realms.
It's another new week on the island. Outside, things have continued to change - standing by the cliffs will reveal that not only has the water against the rocks receded further, but the entire ocean has as well. You hear birdsong in the distance, and even the plants have turned greener despite the drawbacks from Typhon's trickery. No matter the horrors everyone's experienced, it seems the island continues to grow healthier.
There's still time to enjoy the benefits that provides. Down on the deepest level, the stairs to... How odd. The stairs still refuse you passage. Looks like there's no new floor to investigate this week!
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Quark's Bar & Cafe
It's another new week on the island. Outside, things have continued to change - standing by the cliffs will reveal that not only has the water against the rocks receded further, but the entire ocean has as well. You hear birdsong in the distance, and even the plants have turned greener despite the drawbacks from Typhon's trickery. No matter the horrors everyone's experienced, it seems the island continues to grow healthier.
There's still time to enjoy the benefits that provides. Down on the deepest level, the stairs to... How odd. The stairs still refuse you passage. Looks like there's no new floor to investigate this week!
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Quark's Bar & Cafe
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[Ranma waits, and he waits, and he waits some more for the other shoe to drop.
It never does.]
... Awesome, our incentive to kill is hearin' your boss's voice. Feelin' really murder-y right about n--
[Meow!~
Retorts are replaced by a yelp and Ranma instinctively jumping onto the nearest thing to perch on... which more than likely is one of the people here. His eyes frantically search the area for--
MEOW!~
That! Yet no matter where he looks he only sees the literal tail end. Those around him may catch it clearer, a pink kitty with bells ghosting in and out of Ranma's peripheral with a cheerful, loving trill.
... One may also catch the fleeting aroma of some meaty food that comes and goes in the air.]
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Ah. I suppose this must be the origin of things, then.
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[The cat turns its head to its fellow feline, giving a soft Mrrow!
Cat to cat communication! And while 'Shampoo's' preoccupied with staring at the Manulov, Ranma's slowly tiptoeing away-
MEOW!
Just for another meow from a random calico at his feet to blow his stealthy escape, making him jump back with a scream that def won't kill his cred as a cool doesn't-afraid martial artist.
... Manulov might want to move if he doesn't want to be a cat cushion cause Ranma's coming right at him. Because comedy.]
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[...HANG ON WAIT HE WAS DISTRACTED BY CAT TO CAT COMMUNICATION HE'S NOT GETTING OUT OF THE WAY AAAAAA-]
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[Uh-oh spaghettios
Under normal circumstances, Ranma would try to be more aware of his surroundings. Or turn his body mid-trajectory to go over the kitty. Sadly, it's rather the norm for the universe to enact the rules of Murphy's Law upon him.
Therefore: Ranma's ankle turned a wrong way at the start of his jump, sending him off course and landing onto something that breaks his face's fall. Something floofy and round and... reeks of cat.
The pigtailed teen's movements go wooden as he rigidly lifts his head up, staring wall-eyed while his skin gradually blanches an ashen white.]
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...I'm fine. I'm not dead. There is no problem here.
[he says, trying to... pull himself up... and get away from ranma... but that did kind of knock the wind out of him...]
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[She is the perch. It's her.]
[She is trying to shove Ranma off or otherwise dislodge him.]
OFF!
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[Make like your name Vanity and be a desk he can stand on! She might need a pry bar because holy moly is he not budging from her head.]
N-No no no no--! Keep it away!
[At that, the hallucikitty's ears droop back, first with a look of hurt before it gives way to anger. It? How could airen call her an it?!! It shows its teeth, hissing and bending down, and without warning pounces at its target of ire: Ranma.
... Ranma, well, throwing Vanity to the wolves isn't exactly accurate but. No matter how I put it, it's all the same: him jumping off her with enough force to try and put her in the line of attack.]
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[Yeah, down she goes, into the illusory cat. Which for good or ill does nothing to interrupt her fall, as she catches herself on her hands.]
You choose real strange ways to die, Saotome!