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shellphones2024-04-17 08:27 pm
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Text || Curses
Type: Text
Sender ID: Anonymous (Ranma Saotome)
To: Public
Subject: Breaking Curses 101
Warnings: N/A so far, will be updated as necessary.
[So guess who finally figured out you can hide your User ID on the network? He's been here a few months now, and with this being anonymous, he finally felt comfortable to try taking suggestions publicly.]
Does anyone here have experiences with curses and or knowledge on how to break them? Asking for a friend.
[That friend is him, he's the friend.]
Sender ID: Anonymous (Ranma Saotome)
To: Public
Subject: Breaking Curses 101
Warnings: N/A so far, will be updated as necessary.
[So guess who finally figured out you can hide your User ID on the network? He's been here a few months now, and with this being anonymous, he finally felt comfortable to try taking suggestions publicly.]
Does anyone here have experiences with curses and or knowledge on how to break them? Asking for a friend.
[That friend is him, he's the friend.]
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Though, I have seen the impossible made possible more than once.
There is little more advice I can offer without meeting this person and better understanding how this magic works.
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Do you really gotta meet with them and see for yourself? Can't I just tell you how it works?
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Magic is not something to merely be explained. It must be felt. Known. Were the source within grasp, then that would garner my attention first, but as you have mentioned, that is no option.
Even with every bit of knowledge to one's favor, some curses simply cannot be conquered. They can have a life of their own. Yet you expect someone to understand it through your written word alone?
A tall order.
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Alright, fair enough. You're the expert here, I guess. More than me to say the least.
[And he's gotten cursed multiple times at this point.]
Meet at the dock in Eltrut where all the ships dock.
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But if such a thing does prove beyond by ability, there are other ways I may be able to help until they find a more permanent solution.
I only say this so you understand I can make no promises.
If this is acceptable to you and your friend, then I shall meet you there, as you like.
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[Ranma would be long already at the pier, sitting on a crate swinging his legs back and forth. Given his raven-hair braided into a pigtail and the red silk shirt, he stood out clearly amongst all the sailor men leaving to and fro ships with cargo in tow. Sitting there patiently, waiting for any new arrivals that weren't going to the ships docked here.]
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And there is, of course, the red. It does draw the eye.
On approach is a pale woman draped in a paler dress that trails behind her, with dark hair falling loose past her waist. The only sign of color is the light blue of her eyes, visible once closing the distance. Her steps fall silent even to the keenest ear, as though walking on air instead of a damp wood. Even her quiet breaths are slower—lesser—than most others milling about at this hour.
Once halted several feet away, her voice is low—creeping—but ought to be heard as easily as if she were standing just next to him. ]
You are the one in need? For your...friend?
[ She never thought there was a 'friend', but she has been surprised...countless times before. ]
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The uncanniness didn't unnerve the martial artist, at most getting him to scratch the back of his head.]
Uh, yeah, that's me. The friend. [Still going to act coy about it. He gave a light wave.] Ranma Saotome. Appreciate you showing up...
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Vanessa Ives.
[ Naturally, she can't help but glance to the water spanning beyond the docks before returning her attention to him, walking closer to slowly scan.
A boy. A child, in her eyes, but anything she might think of this remains absent from her neutral expression.
No matter any other curiosities, only one focus is pertinent to her summoning. ]
The curse, then. Am I to better understand it here, or elsewhere?
[ Anonymity had seemed important, for some reason, and there is little privacy to be found here. ]
(1/2)
[It might not be entirely private, but looking around, anyone else here were either minding their own business or hard at work concerning with boarding ships or delivering cargo. As long as neither of them attract unwanted attention, it should be fine. If they need to move somewhere else for Vanessa to do her part, they will.]
Besides, I need water to trigger the curse, and what better source of water is there than the pier? Just... Feast your eyes.
[With that dryly humorous tone and barely any other indicator of what he's going to do, he took a casual saunter over to the edge of the pier and kept walking. Right into falling straight down in the water with little fanfare.]
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He was now a she. A girl.]
Ta-da...
[Ranma weakly waved her hands in a faux-performer manner like it was the grand performance of a magic show.]
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This world, at least, doesn't seem to have those constraints, but she can still see how this would be...troubling, especially with water all around.
She stares, yet to blink, then steps closer to hold out her hand. The memories may offer a clue that this one wouldn't have thought to mention. ]
Give me your hand.
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You're the boss.
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Her thumb ghosts over the knuckles while sensing for the magic to cause such a change. It isn't a glamour; it's far deeper than that. A curse of transformation is not to be taken lightly. The last time she encountered one, it was only cured through the mercy of the one who cast it. ]
Look into my eyes.
[ While remaining aware of their surroundings for now, this request is something that may take both of them out of the moment and into the past. It could invite danger, should someone manage to sneak up on them, but unless resisted, it shouldn't take long.
Her own unblinking gaze is one that can usually capture others, to hold them in something of a trance with the guidance of her voice. Feral beasts and demons have often been unable to resist, but she is quite aware of how different things can be in other worlds, and how complicated people can be.
Compliance makes all things simpler, and help was requested in this case. Even if it may appear as an invasion.
Should it work, then Ranma will not be alone in feeling the memory. If not, it may bring about confusion and frustration. ]
Can you remember how it first happened? How it felt? Show me.
CW to be safe of vulgar talk, Ranma's not good with social cues
Ranma didn't disobey, looking into the older woman's irises as instructed. Somewhere in her gut was telling her that this woman was probably going to be picking at her memories, something she's normally not a big fan of. But if it gets her cured, Vanessa can take this trip down memory lane as long as she wants. Not that it'd need to go that far, right?]
How can I forget? Pop found out about this battleground in China he thought would be the perfect finale to my training. We swam all the way there from Japan and spent days hiking up the mountain where it was located. No big deal for us, plus we met a guide that could get us there. When we made it to the top, me and my old man jumped onto some bamboo stalks that grown from out the cursed springs. We didn't listen to whatever the guide was yapping on about, and before I knew it, I kicked Pop into one of the springs.
[Assuming this is truly memory reading, Vanessa would see visions of the past. Of a valley comprising of a plethora of springs with bamboo stalks. Ranma and another, an older man with glasses and a bandana somewhere in his fourties-fifties, took footing on the poles and began duking it out. The spar didn't last long, for with a swift kick, the older Saotome fell into one of the springs below creating a mighty splash.]
Before I knew it, this giant panda came jumping out pissed as hell. Something Pop didn't know was the place was cursed. He was too lazy to find out more of the place other than where he can find it, or learn how to speak or read a lick of Chinese. And while I was listening to the guide, the moron punched me into one of them. When I resurfaced, well... You can guess.
[As Ranma told, the memory showed exactly that. A large black-and-white bear leapt from the water roaring furiously and returned to a stalk effortlessly despite its size and bulk. And while the teenage boy was trying to listen to the guide, he only caught a glimpse of the paw swiping at him that knocked him off and into the cold waters of a spring.
The wavy blue surroundings became clearer again, as the coughing and gasping feminine voice got less muffled. Somewhere out of her vision was another man, most likely the guide, proclaiming 'Oh, too bad! You fell into Nyannīchuan, spring of drowned girl! Now whoever fall in spring, take the body of a girl'. Sure enough, when Ranma in the memory looked down, any masculinity had been stripped away to nonexistence with the cursed teen in question screaming at the new figure.]
How it felt? Mortifying, I guess. It'd be the same if you fell in one, came out and looked down to see a dick on you.
[Vanessa I am so sorry, she's a little crass and has no sense of modesty when it comes to speaking maturely.]