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shellphones2024-05-29 12:08 am
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Video // Mi Casa es tu Casa
[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.
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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[!!!
Damn it, he can even turn her ki right back around at her! For that matter, the way he shaped and warped it in front of him... It reminded her the way Herb handled ki... Mastery over ki, or something else? The colorful energies he keeps swapping between don't look familiar to her...
Not that she should bother about that now. Golden stray of beam, coming in hot!
Ranma contemplated her options in that second. Tank her own attack? She could, but what's the point in doing that when there's better decisions. Fire a larger blast to overtake it? No, who's to say Gojo wouldn't simply turn the larger beam like the other. Then...
Evasion time! Ranma pivoted and weaved her body around the energy blast. Aerial movement and control, she's never been more grateful over being taught that simple but effective skill set. Her body graceful turned in the air, landing atop a tree branch while she watched her reflected attack create a sizable crater in the ground.
Okay Saotome, use that head of yours. The asshole relies on either evading, running away or turning back your own attacks on you. He's faced foes close to that before. She can figure how to turn this her favor, somehow. Just like every other fight.
Think back to the other points in this fight. Every time Gojo displaced himself away or to Ranma. There was always a moment where he moved. How to get close enough to him to actually do damage? How to close the distance?
...
... Risky idea, but a risky idea's better than no idea and surrendering! Here goes nothing.
Bouncing off the tree branch, snapping it off from the force she put into jump high and fast, Ranma looked as if she was going to try the tried-and-true method of an onrush of one-twos that worked so well last times. Fist outstretched as she continued soaring towards Gojo, she waited and waited and waited for the right moment. The right space between the gap.
Ki control, and especially learning techniques like the Mōko Takabisha, is a very useful tool to have. Especially since A.) Focusing it in one spot, i.e. through her palms, isn't the only way a martial artist can exude it into an attack. and B.) Condensing and concentrating it into a beam isn't the only way she can project it. Ranma had always done the Mōko Takabisha by blasting it through her palm, she's never tried it in other manners...
... But what kind of martial artist, and practitioner of the Saotome Branch of Anything Goes Martial, would she be if she never adapted or improvised?
So she focused and concentrated, putting all her pride and confidence in this one move. Out of the fist, one second was just knuckles. The next, a large orb of ki materialized all at once right in front of her fist to fill the gap between her and Gojo. The orb was massive, obscuring Gojo from Ranma's sights and most likely the vice versa too. Ranma was banking on her assumption that the attack would be big enough to complete the distance and smack Gojo the second it came to existence, and the hope that the other wouldn't expect or suss out her plan.]
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Limitless. The neutral form of Infinity, that even now, exists wholly around his person. As Ranma throws her fist of ki at him in a split second maneuver, his Six Eyes informs him of her movements even when he can't see past the orb, which collides with Infinity, the energy seemingly...stuck in place, unable to move through the vast infinite space that exists between it and Gojo himself.
For a moment, Gojo leaves it stuck in place there, long enough to give his opponent a moment of confusion, before teleporting once more. With Gojo moving out of place, the ball of energy is free to move once more, and it fires off into the air, only for Gojo to reappear in front of Ranma a moment later, aiming two fingers at the girl with a smug grin on his face. ]
Boom.
[ Much quicker than before, pulsing red energy fires from his fingers once more, erupting in a repulsive force in the blink of an eye, intending to send Ranma flying. ]
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[Obscured by the view of her own attack, Ranma's unaware of what the other could be up to. Like she's barely been able to make heads or tails over what the hell Gojo's doing to begin with. Was it simple superhuman speed that makes Ranma's whiff him, or something else?
She'll have plenty of time to think about it where she's going. Before she's able to process Gojo's cocky face was in front of hers, propulsion had stepped in to say sayonara. Trail of red flew off into the distance like a pigtailed firework, whistling through the air accompanied by her reverberating yells that fade with every second...
BOOM!
Gojo, assuming he's still where he's at, would see a large smoke cloud kicking up from the freshly made crater in a field. The very crater where a bruised and battered Ranma laid, hissing in and out. That... really fucking sucked. That's another crater to add to the growing list of caldera she's caused from falling terminal velocity.
Just gotta walk off the pain and pretend she doesn't feel anything. Grabbing onto the rocks, Ranma made her way out, crawling out of the massive hole. Damned cocky bastard...]
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Still, he can't help his gloating smile as he touches down next to her, hands behind his back. ]
Walk it off. You're sure to do better next time! If you let me train you, that is.
[ Yeah, this was kind of about that, too. ]
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[Ranma wasn't even surprised the bastard came down to show off his smarmy grin. Gotta be a sore winner and everything, don't he? What did surprise her, however, was the offer. That quickly jolted her senses back to a hundred, though she still wondered if her head was a little rattled from cratering the earth.]
Train me?
[Asked incredulous, with a cocked brow raised. Her crystal blue eyes scanned over the man, trying to suss out whatever he's getting at here, trying to pinpoint whether or not this was a joke. Though know her track record with to-be mentors, it probably isn't...]
Why the sudden offer?
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Maybe they're not in danger from curses or sorcerers here, but there's still plenty of reason to see them reach their fullest potential. ]
It's what I do. I'm a teacher, and you can always get a little stronger. So, you in?
[ If she's not interested, it's fine, but it's a limited time deal. ]
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The martial artist pondered for a second, taking in the other's words. On one hand, she really doesn't care for his guts right about now. Hell, the whole reason this fight started was over him being butthurt she gave his GF a (in her opinion) moderately average and not terrible score.
... At the same time, it isn't like that petty retaliation isn't unfounded in her mentors. Rather, it's pretty much on par for all of Ranma's teachers. That, and her martial artist code dictate that she follow and study any and all technique. Maybe she'll learn something from him she can pick up eventually. What does she have to lose, besides possibly her time.]
...
[Out of her sleeve, slid a simple thermos. Ranma unscrewed the cap, held it over her head, and poured the contents over her. Nigh-instantaneously, as the scalding water sizzled down Ranma's body, she shifted in the blink of an eye. Going from a tiny redheaded girl to the raven-haired guy Ranma was when the battle started. He despawned the thermos and shrugged, resting his arms behind his head.]
Why not? Been a while since someone taught me anything.
[Must've been here too long, cause he's actually missing his old man's lessons right about now.]
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Hey, you're smarter than you look! Good choice.
[ A choice he may question...but Gojo's grin is undoubtedly sincere, as he reaches over a hand to slap against Ranma's shoulder. ]
Great! I'll be in touch. Oh — and if you call my pookie average again, you'll get a repeat of today's lesson! Got it?
[ And that's all he has to say on the matter...before he's teleporting away again. ]
🎀!!!
... Did he unironically call his lover pookie??? Who tf does that without the hint of feeling shame. Ranma made a face at that, his own sense of dignity taking the brunt from the second-hand disdain, before trying to slap -- and fail since Gojo dematerialized before him -- the hand away.]
What did I sign myself up for...?
[Breathing out a sigh, Ranma turned on his heel and made his way back to his cottage.]