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shellphones2024-03-29 05:51 am
catsgothistongue) wrote in shellphones2024-03-29 05:51 am
Entry tags:
Video || Doing 'Homework'
Type: Video
Sender ID: catsgothistongue (Ranma)
To: Public
Subject: Ranma beingnosy inquisitive of other worldly techniques and fighting styles cause dad said so.
Warnings: Probably none? Maybe potential discussion of fighting/violence? TBD
[Kaveh had assigned him "homework" to do in regards to training and teaching. And even if he's not happy about getting chastised over an honest mistake, the architect raised a few good points. Training purposes aside, the whole prospect of other worlds with other fighters caught his fancy a long while ago. So clearly, he didn't need to be told to do this!
So here he is, after first mulling it over whether it should be text or video before just flipping heads or tails for it, sitting in the quarter of a ship at a desk, tapping the eraser end of a pen against his chin.]
Yo. [Ranma gave a terse nod while leaning back in his seat.] There's something that's been on my mind for a while now. A lot of us are from different worlds or universes or whatever. That'd mean a lot of us might have different styles or methods to use when in a fight. As a martial artist, a practitioner of Anything Goes Martial Arts, and potential instructor in the future, part of those duties include learning about any kind of technique or style no matter what they may be. Soooo...
[Clicking the push pencil a couple of times as he leaned forward, a focused glint in his blue eyes. With the way he had his shellphone set up, the edge of a notepad could be spotted along with a bottle of water could be seen in the display.]
How do any of ya' fight? What kind of training have you gone through? Techniques, weapons, anything you feel like spilling, let's hear it! [An ear-to-ear smile was brimming while the pigtailed teen rocked back and forth excitedly in his seat.]
Sender ID: catsgothistongue (Ranma)
To: Public
Subject: Ranma being
Warnings: Probably none? Maybe potential discussion of fighting/violence? TBD
[Kaveh had assigned him "homework" to do in regards to training and teaching. And even if he's not happy about getting chastised over an honest mistake, the architect raised a few good points. Training purposes aside, the whole prospect of other worlds with other fighters caught his fancy a long while ago. So clearly, he didn't need to be told to do this!
So here he is, after first mulling it over whether it should be text or video before just flipping heads or tails for it, sitting in the quarter of a ship at a desk, tapping the eraser end of a pen against his chin.]
Yo. [Ranma gave a terse nod while leaning back in his seat.] There's something that's been on my mind for a while now. A lot of us are from different worlds or universes or whatever. That'd mean a lot of us might have different styles or methods to use when in a fight. As a martial artist, a practitioner of Anything Goes Martial Arts, and potential instructor in the future, part of those duties include learning about any kind of technique or style no matter what they may be. Soooo...
[Clicking the push pencil a couple of times as he leaned forward, a focused glint in his blue eyes. With the way he had his shellphone set up, the edge of a notepad could be spotted along with a bottle of water could be seen in the display.]
How do any of ya' fight? What kind of training have you gone through? Techniques, weapons, anything you feel like spilling, let's hear it! [An ear-to-ear smile was brimming while the pigtailed teen rocked back and forth excitedly in his seat.]
no subject
[Probably should've specified that part.]
1/2
2/2
Welcome to the Rumic World Darin
[Even he can agree his world is a bit... chaotic, to put nicely.]
no subject
And that explains why you didn't bat an eye at me when you saw what I could do...
[Darin runs a hand through his hair in thought.]
Sorry, this is. Kind of a lot? For me? The only person I've ever known who could do the things I could do is my brother and he just wiped out a city before I got here.
no subject
A whole city? All at once?!
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[He sighs.]
Like I said, there's a reason I don't fight people.
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Damn...
[Actually, he's a bit more than just a little miffed. He's nettled, with a faint red aura of coming off his body and mirthless expression on his face.]
No one was in that city at the time, were they?
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Yeah. Ureka is—was...one of Alvale's most populated cities.
There's literally nothing left. A flat expanse with a single spire in the center. A tower made from the city itself.
And it's people.
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[The martial artist's face fell to a as his eyes peered down. It might not be in any world he's apart of, but hearing senseless lives being lost for no good reason. Martial artists are taught core principles, such as the value of life and how it shouldn't be cast off so recklessly without good purpose. So while Ranma might not've lived in that city or even came from Darin's world, the idea that so many lives could be wiped out like ants under a magnifying glass boiled his blood.]
That's...
[He gave an exasperated suspire, knowing there's no point in getting pissed about something that doesn't even concern him nor was there anything he could do.]
no subject
Trust me. There aren't really any words to describe it.
[Considering it was his brother that did it. At this point, Ranma probably gets the feeling there's a lot more to Darin's story than he's let on.]
(1/2)
[Ranma slumped in his seat, a dark shadow cast over his face. There's definitely more to it, but Ranma doesn't want to think about it anymore. That's no longer on his mind since something snaps him out of his funk...]
(2/2 i rolled low on a dice lmao)
... The water bottle he was clenching in his fist just popped, splashing water all over his desk and himself. Near instantaneously, Darin'd go from seeing a male black-haired teen sitting at his desk to a short crimson haired teenage girl with a miffed look on her face.]
... Thanks for the info, it was interesting to hear about.
[With that, she abruptly hung up her end of the video screen.]
oh shit 1/???
2/???
3/???
DONE
[He just threw his Shellphone because WHAT IS HAPPENING ANYMORE?!?!?!]
LMAO RIP DARIN'S SHELLPHONE