Text || Curses

[catsgothistongue]

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.]

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[matermali]

[ Well, that is not at all what she expected from such a curse. There's almost a touch of disappointment that he didn't turn into something monstrous. She has encountered a number of curses by now, but this one seems the most...benign. He should be glad he didn't suffer such a curse in Victorian London, but perhaps his own city and time is no kinder to women.

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.

[treebornekettlegirl]

[It's monstrous to him... And while not as bad as Victorian-era London's treatment of women, to say Ranma hadn't fair well with creeps and degenerates due to his curse would be an understatement, amongst other issues. By now, Ranma's almost a little relieved there wasn't an intense reaction or baffled stammers of 'what the hell' upon seeing him swap sexes. She blinked her eyes, a little confused by the request, but shrugged it off and held out her hand.]

You're the boss.

[matermali]

[ The remark almost summons a half smile, quickly sobered on taking the offered hand.

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

[treebornekettlegirl]

[The feeling of Ranma's hand alone was enough to confirm it wasn't mere smoke and mirrors at play here. The curse placed on the martial artist changed her down to the biological level. One'd be forgiven for thinking that Ranma could've been female all her life if they weren't made aware of the hex.

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.]