Video // Mi Casa es tu Casa

[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma had disappeared for a short time, not making himself seen by anyone he's gotten acquainted with. Last anyone'd seen him would've been a few days ago.

Come present day, a video feed coming from his username would pop up on the network. Opening it would display an image of a humble, homely cottage, and a familiar voice.]

Ain't it nice? Figured it was time to get myself a place all to myself. It's nothing fancy, but it's a roof over my head. Oh! There's something here I've been working on for the last few days.

[Heading inside, the video showed Ranma opening one or two doors, walking down a small hallway until descending down some steps. Those watching would get a viewing of Ranma's shoes hastily treading down the stairs, before panning up to show what looked to be a DIY training hall made out of a basement. Miscellaneous equipment and objects could be seen scattered about. Mats, cinder blocks, wooden post, anything one would picture belonging to a dojo.

The shellphone is propped down on the floor, so Ranma could walk in front of the frame. Instead of the usual red silk shirt he normally wears, he's instead dressed in a dogi.]

It's not as great or spacious as the dojo back home, and it's still a work-in-progress, but it'll do. Any of you wanna swing by and train any time, you're welcomed to. Just a head's up though I only have the few-- [He tugged the dogi.] uniforms, they may not be your size. None of the stores here had these in stock, so had to make them myself.

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[catsgothistongue]

Bits and pieces. There's stuff I copied from Akane's old man's dojo, but the rest I just made do with what I could find lying around.

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[latentpower]

[Gohan doesn't recognize Ranma as the same girl he'd met before, so he's pinged by the talk of training. He should really try his best to keep on top of his training. Maybe if he had someone to push him to improve it wouldn't be so bad...]

You're a teacher?

[catsgothistongue]

[Oh hey, Gohan! Ranma's glad to hear from him again after their last encounter with the fisher boat. Albeit as a chick and not as himself. Regardless--]

Nah, not yet. Right now, I'm just a martial artist. But in the future, I plan to at some point. Have been training a few other people here though.

[Even another kid like Gohan, though he's about three-four years older.]

[latentpower]

Oh... [Well, that's a little disappointing. Not a real teacher? ...Granted, Piccolo wasn't a real teacher at the time he took him in, and it's not like his dad had any qualifications as an instructor, and both of them did a great job teaching him as far as he's concerned. So maybe...?]

Umm...! If it's okay with you, I think I'd like to train with you!

[catsgothistongue]

[Wow, rude! He did say 'in the future'. That's gotta count for something, right?

Man, lotta kids asking him to train with them. It's a little touching. He did get the impression from the last encounter that the boy was stronger than he made himself out to be, despite saying he wasn't a fighter. Plus, he did ask Gohan to teach him how to use ki to fly a month or so ago, so it's a fair trade.]

Don't see why not. C'mon over, the place's in Eltrut. Ya' can't miss it!

[In the meanwhile, Ranma goes outside and sat atop the roof, waiting for the half-Saiyan's arrival.]

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[cursedwords]

Nice place Ranma! What's wrong with the room on the ship though?

[ This guy who never utilized his apartment or looked for anywhere else to live but his room. ]

[catsgothistongue]

Nothing. A guy just needs more room to breathe in.

[Having spent most of his life living outdoors, places with limited windows and space makes him a bit antsy.]

I'll still live there every now and again, if we ever set sail on the waters.

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[latentpower]

Wait, now?

[He wasn't expecting to be that quick. Is he ready to train now? ....Well, he's going to have to, it'd be rude to turn down his future teacher's offer already. He'll just have to bring his best to the table!]

...R-right! I'll see you there!

[He'll do as requested. He got a decent view of what the place looked like. It didn't much like what you'd expect from a dojo, but... Then again, Master Roshi operated out of a little beach house in the middle of the ocean. Maybe this is how all great masters get their start? Regardless, it doesn't take him long to locate the place. In fact, if Ranma was observant and had good eyesight, he may have noticed Gohan in the sky prior to his arrival, scouting out the land from above trying to locate the cottage.

But when he does approach, it's from the land, walking up to the building and calling out to Ranma from the ground.]

Hello!

[airdnd]

[ plenty of people have wanted him dead??? excuse???? ]

You say this, but you realize it is incredibly concerning to hear that many people have threatened your life before, yes?

[ then again, this is just... par for the course for everyone else she meets ]

[vermilloci]

[ "--just made do with what I could find lying around." ]

That makes it even more incredible! You must be so proud.

[catsgothistongue]

Is it really? Doesn't feel all that concerning to me. You get used to one guy or gal wanting your head on a silver platter for something trite, you get used to them all.

[He just goes with the flow of everything around him. Adaptation's his specialty after all.]

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[unliminal]

okie dokie! (⌒▽⌒)☆

[ And a moment later, he sure is knocking on Ranma's door, testing its structural integrity with his fist. It's well made!! ]

Should I kick this in so we can get the show on the road already, or are you gonna come out and face me like a man?

Lights, cameras, action!!!!

[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma paid extra to get some strong materials for his house. Back home, the walls or ceilings always end up getting a new hole made in them. If those guys ever show up, he wants something that won't immediately be reduced to rubble and debris.]

That depends!

[Gojo'll hear the pigtailed teen's voice calling from above, laidback with nary a care in the world. Hanging with his feet holding onto the steel gutter around the roof, an upside down martial artist popped out like a spider monkey.]

You wanna do this in the dojo, or here outside? Cause tell ya' the truth, would rather not have to kick anyone's sorry rear through my new walls when I just moved in.

Action!

[catsgothistongue]

[He figured if the kiddo was asking to train with him, it'd be in the now. That's how it sounded to him. Gohan could've taken a rain check anytime he wanted to. Whether it was here in the present or three weeks from now, Ranma would've been a-okay with waiting.

Oh well, there's no time like the present! Observation and eyesight is something needed when you're a martial artist pushing your limits. That is to say, yes siree, Ranma spotted an airborne ankle-biter advancing towards his humble abode.

Did he want to keep his ability to fly on the down-low, or simply to conserve energy? Who knows, and honestly, Ranma didn't care to try and pinpoint the why. He waved down at Gohan before sliding off the roof, landing in front of the boy.]

'Sup. Have a nice flight?

I keep forgetting Ranma's on video whoops

[catsgothistongue]

I am! It might not be entirely up to snuff, but seein' as there's no dojos 'round here, this is an adequate enough replacement.

[latentpower]

[Ah man, he saw that, huh. Guess he should expect no less from a martial artist to have strong senses like that.]

Umm... Yeah.

[Gohan watches as Ranma slides off the roof and lands in front of him. Gohan remembers his manners, so he bows his head and introduces himself, having no idea they've met before.]

My name's Gohan. Thank you very much for agreeing to train with me!

[airdnd]

[ this isn't reassuring at all...... but go off king ]

Yes, of course... Though have you considered how the people who care about you might feel...?

[catsgothistongue]

They usually don't care, cause they know I can take care of myself.

[That, and cause a lot of them are usually the ones who have tried/still try to get him out of the pictue.]

[catsgothistongue]

[He already knows who he is, Ranma nearly said aloud.]

Ranma, and don't mention it.

[Polite kid. Lot of kids Gohan's age can be brats at times, so it's nice to meet one with a mote of respect.]

So, what did ya' need help training on?

[... cause frankly, he wasn't expecting anyone to actually take up his offer right away. Planning and foresight isn't really his purview.]

[latentpower]

Ranma...?

[For a moment, it almost seems like he's putting the two together. He's an intelligent kid, after all, exceptionally so.]

....Huh. I met a girl named Ranma when I got here. She seemed to be a pretty good martial artist too... I guess it's a more common name than I thought!

[Says the kid from a world where everyone's name is a pun...]

...A-Anyway... I don't know if I necessarily need help with something? I'm just... [He grows a little sheepish now, scratching the back of his head.] ...I'm not very good at training on my own, so I thought maybe it'd be nice to have someone to push me...

[cursedwords]

Oh. Guess I never really thought about it. I’m not that picky.

[ Toge just rolls with whatever he gets, he doesn’t mind the room. It’s a lot like living in the dorm. ]

[telepathicignorance]

Alright then.

[unliminal]

[ Oh, the trash talking actually earns him a sharp chuckle. It's not unlike the sort of thing he'd hear from some of his students — Maki in particular comes to mind — but it's rarely directed at him, because they all know better.

This kid doesn't know better, but he will.

Nonchalant, Gojo tucks both hands in his pockets, looking up at Ranma with a wicked grin on his face. ]

If we do it inside, you're nice, new pad won't be standing when we're done. Out here suits me just fine.

[ Beckoning the teen forward: ]

Alright, let's get this over with.

[catsgothistongue]

[That's adorable. Thinking that him trash-talking a strong opponent is exclusive to Gojo. Even if he knew the full extent of Gojo's capabilities, he wouldn't keep any rejoinders from him. If anything, he'd double down on the trash-talking and disrespect.

Oh ho! Someone's confident. The martial artist hopes the older man can actually back up his swagger with his fighting. Stretching his arms, cracking his knuckles, and popping his neck, Ranma returned a grin that matched the same degree of confidence as the self-proclaimed strongest.]

Try to make this a lil' entertaining, 'kay?

[Anyone around watching that couldn't keep track would swear they watched Ranma blipped out of existence. The martial artist in red kicked off the ground at breakneck speeds towards where Gojo stood, arms raised and aimed to deliver a flurry of rapid-fire strikes at the man. Simply done to gauge just how far he needs to go out in this match.]

[heir_conditioned]

[He probably should've but it's fine, Shoto knows how to snoop and no one is obligated to deal with telling anyone they're doing something on that crew. They'll have each other's backs, too.]

I understand, sometimes you need something that is specifically yours. My sister and my brother had their own rooms, too I found out.

[The sewing though? That's actually really cool.]

Could you show me how? Repairs to my uniform can't be done with regular thread so I never learned.