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TEXT // Revenge is a Dish Best Served Sparkly
Type: Text
Sender ID: catsgothistongue (Ranma Saotome)
To: Public
Subject: Glitterbombing a ship
Warnings: Glitter, glitter, and more glitter.
[Everything's fine this normal day here in the world of Escordvi.
BOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!
... discounting that suddenly explosion ringing out throughout the town, loud enough for anyone to hear it should they be on the leviathan. If they're outside, or check out a window, they may see the end of a mushroom cloud dissipating to nothing. Strangely, instead of fiery debris being kicked up from deflagration like most, this was... sparkly, glinting and reflecting the sunlight off it. Whatever exploded wasn't your ordinary bomb.
Ping!
A notification on the network. From Ranma. Opening it, no words or context, reveals an image.
An image of a large vessel. Maybe you're familiar with it, maybe you're seeing it for the first time, maybe you're apart or unfortunate enough to be on it at this moment. Even if you're familiar with The Scourge, it's understandable if you don't recognize it after it had been caked in a literal boatload of glitter of colors that'd put kaleidoscopes to shame.
And there's Ranma. Posing in front of the ship made into an arts and crafts project, with the most unabashedly proud look on his face.
Revenge has never been a more beautiful sight.]
Sender ID: catsgothistongue (Ranma Saotome)
To: Public
Subject: Glitterbombing a ship
Warnings: Glitter, glitter, and more glitter.
[Everything's fine this normal day here in the world of Escordvi.
BOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!
... discounting that suddenly explosion ringing out throughout the town, loud enough for anyone to hear it should they be on the leviathan. If they're outside, or check out a window, they may see the end of a mushroom cloud dissipating to nothing. Strangely, instead of fiery debris being kicked up from deflagration like most, this was... sparkly, glinting and reflecting the sunlight off it. Whatever exploded wasn't your ordinary bomb.
Ping!
A notification on the network. From Ranma. Opening it, no words or context, reveals an image.
An image of a large vessel. Maybe you're familiar with it, maybe you're seeing it for the first time, maybe you're apart or unfortunate enough to be on it at this moment. Even if you're familiar with The Scourge, it's understandable if you don't recognize it after it had been caked in a literal boatload of glitter of colors that'd put kaleidoscopes to shame.
And there's Ranma. Posing in front of the ship made into an arts and crafts project, with the most unabashedly proud look on his face.
Revenge has never been a more beautiful sight.]
Action, if that's okay?
At least, they were sleeping the day away until something triggered their threat sense and they found themself suddenly startled awake. They reach ot with their mind and... fuck, that's Ranma.
So about 15 minutes later, after he's finished his glitter bombing a figure in very strange armor emerges from the ship. Dark. Distorted. Looks like shards of glass coming together to form a person. Face hidden behind a dark mirrored helm. A hooded cloak to complete the strange and mysterious vibe.
Puppetmaster. A few contradictory rumors surround them. Perhaps Ranma might have heard some. One confirmed truth: they match the description of the person who has been occasionally seen leading those shitty shadow clones on their vandalism sprees. That's probably more relevant to Ranma right now.
Their sigh--not even time to make themself a coffee--is converted inyo a screech by their vocal distorters. They make their whole voice sound deep and strangely mechanical when they speak.)
Ah, hello Ranma. (A dramatic mock bow.) I apologize for the lack of a proper reception, I'm afraid we weren't expecting guests.
(Glitter bomb? Okay that's pretty funny. Unfortunately, as much as they'd rather not fight Ranma, Ganon would kill them for "sleeping through" an attack on his vessel and not attempting to do anything about it.)
It's always okay!!!
... and what Ranma wanted didn't involve a person in an edgy superhero costume. Don't think he saw them the last time he was on board, though in all fairness, he was more concerned about actually getting to the cellar and rescuing the hostages than any of the crew. All that said... Something rang a couple bells in his head, but he can't place it yet.]
... Do I know you?
[Asked with 100% sincerity, as Sidestep's telepathy will find out.]
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Me? I can't say we've ever met. Though perhaps you might recognize me in the background of photos documenting your own misdeeds?
(Suggest that they're the one actually responsible. Make him angry enough he gets stupid, forgets thst train of thought.)
(1/2)
Those words sink in, delving into his brain to jog his memory. 'Puppetmaster' will watch the teen in red's eyes slowly widen, pupils shaking as they shrink to the tip of pencils.]
You're...?
[He breathes with a timbre of recognition. Son of a gun, he's actually...]
(2/2 I'm sorry for him)
[... completely thinking of the wrong person behind the mask. Enjoy those brief flash of memories regarding a girl around Ranma's age, doctored photos making them look like a couple, and an ear-grating, haughty laugh.]
... And what's with the costume? I know this world's Halloween's round the corner, but couldn't you have picked something less dorky looking?
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...
...
The fuck, Ranma?
Still, this can be used to their advantage. Throw him off the scent just that little bit more.)
And why should I tell you that? I have no interest in chitchat, Ranma. As amusing as your antics might be, my boss will be ...displeased if I allow you to continue uncontested.
(And then they charge. Fun fact, they can rapidly accelerate to around 40 miles per hour in the suit.)
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40 MPH doesn't come close to the speeds Ranma's dealt with back home. So as the shady suited figure accelerates at him, he's ready to intercept the attack by blocking with his arms in front, letting them slam into him. He stood firm, staring into them, not throwing the first punch yet.]
Okay... Not Kodachi. [Far too fast, way less supercilious than how she normally is and a distinct lack of Ranma-sama. Phew...] So he sent his goon to deal with the mess instead of coming after me himself.
[Figures. Too busy playing with his shadow puppets than actually doing anything himself.]
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Or do you really think my captain would have had you smashing flower pots and drawing crude symbols on walls?
(Ranma is stronger than their suit, they know, and they can't let him realize they're a telepath. They pull back a bit, almost like they need to regroup and reconsider. They need to play this subtle, make sure any use of their abilities goes unnoticed.
Can they bait him into attacking them?)
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Blue eyes sharply narrow, and a mirthless smile cross his face.]
So, you're the funny guy who put me through that whole ordeal? Real funny, a riot even. [He says, not laughing. And if he chuckles, it's lacking in humor. Ranma raises his fists, clenching them tightly.] How 'bout I show you just how funny your little practical joke was?
[Ranma doesn't attack. Never make the first move. Let the other attack, and roll with the punches as they come along.]
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(They're not going to fall for that first move nonsense, buddy. They'll wait, and if he doesn't seem like he's going to make the first move, they'll turn their back and start heading back inside. Oh look, Ranma, they're wide open.)
I should have known you'd be a coward.
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Shouldn't have done that.]
Let me help you get back to sleep, since yer in such a hurry!
[There's not much honor in attacking a foe from behind. That's why, Ranma's first act in this sudden battle, is to blitz right in front of them and throw the first punch.]
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It's the former, but it might actually be genuinely hard to tell.)
How predictable.
(They swing a kick at him.)
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Guy's not a slouch, Ranma'll give them that. They're actually fast. Or disciplined enough to have a little finesse. Glitterbombing Ganondick's boat AND an interesting fight? Today's really his day, isn't it?]
Right back at 'ya!
[Go for a feint. Ranma throws a high kick past their head, hoping they'll take it. Following up the feint by lightly hopping and twisting his body to the side to jab his foot into their solar plexus.]
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It's nice to be able to fight him and actually stand a chance, even if it's a small one.
Except, well, Shiny rolled a three. Sidestep moves to dodge the kick and then catches the thought about the feint, with only just enough time to brace for impact as his foot slams into their solar plexus.
Without their armor, the hit would be debilitating. As it is, it knocks them back but they recover quickly enough, activating their jump jets to stop themselves from falling. They almost manage to turn this into a leap forward for a flying punch but their balance is off, and so they move to the side instead. It almost manages to look purposeful and not like they completely fumbled there.)
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The hell did you get a glitter bomb big enough for that?
[Honest curiosity.]
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[aka he made it. as the resident explosives expert, are you proud of him katsuki?]
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Where'd you get enough *glitter*?
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[This was pretty expensive, but man, was it worth the price.]
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[This has to be an interesting story.]
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