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[hasapoint]

Type: Video
Sender ID: hasapoint (Lashan)
To: Public
Subject: waterproofing charms
Warnings: none!

[FIRST: You get a very close shot of Lashan's eye as she squints at her shellphone. We have here that double-doozy of a medieval and an old person and while she's pretty sharp, these devices are not intuitive to her.]

'S it working? The bead's glowing.

[aka 'the light's on'. The video pulls back a bit but like, it's still pretty close and the angle is unflattering. This whole thing feels completely unnatural to her and the lines between her brows are deepened in a frown.]

I'm Sister Lashan. I'm a lay sister, not a nun. I've made some charms for waterproofing. They're not well-tested though. If you help me with that I'll give you one. Want to know their tolerances and if I have to tweak anything before I start selling them. I'm on Elrut.

[yeah this has made her feel ridiculous and stilted. She prods at the phone with a finger.]

...How do I- [she found out how to end message! this was Not guaranteed.]

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[look, Lashan's not anime and brightly colored hair is weird to her.]

That's some curse. Damn. I might be jealous.

[Only a touch. Lashan's comfortable with her body and even if every time someone assumes she's a man it rankles, she fully puts it on them being uncultured barbarians. Ranma still feels to her extra senses like the same person.]

So, what, this curse makes you into... [Lashan pauses, knowing other people don't have all the same idea of gender that hers do, what's a fast way to say it -] A man-like woman? A... man's spirit? But only some of the time?

[that's not exactly correct to the term binalaki, but it can take a while to get this stuff across.]

drags self back in after a thousand years

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Welcome to anime, where 50% of the motley casts have bright, luminous hair that could make psychedelic tees look dull and lifeless.

Ranma's vain enough to take the might in front of the jealousy and aggrandize it. Hey, she knows she looks good, and hearing another women say something of that caliber only validates her pride. Lashan's sixth senses is getting it right on the money. Biologically she might've changed, but in the end, Ranma's still Ranma.

The redhead's face drops slightly hearing all the descriptors Lashan was trying to make heads of to call her. It's better than Ranma's time. Late-1980s Japan don't really have the best understanding of gender, and a lot of the time the norms and standards can be iffy.]

Pretty much? I'm a guy who turns to a chick half of the time whenever I touch water, but I'm still-- [Tapping the side of her temple.] a guy up here.

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Hm. Hence the interest in my charms, I see.

[Lashan cups her elbow in the palm of one hand and rests her chin on the other, pensively. ...Yeah, she should probably say it. It's not that she's ashamed or anything it just gets annoying sometimes to explain. Lashan doesn't fit very neatly into her peoples' gender quadranary but they're more equipped to understand than most others]

When I was born my parents thought I was a boy. I was more like a girl, actually. Fortunately, where I'm from there's nothing remarkable about that. I'm a bayot like one of my parents, "one with a woman's spirit". There wasn't any problem about it until I left home.

[and then that had been only one of a myriad of problems, honestly.]

Fortunately once I was far enough out many of them were perfectly ready to assume Plainswomen all look like me. Being a 'barbarian' has advantages, sometimes.