Video || Introduction!

[catsgothistongue]

Type: Video
Sender ID: catsgothistongue (Ranma Saotome)
To: Public
Subject: Saying Hi!
Warnings: TBD, N/A for now!

[The video feed opens up to a bright blue eye staring directly into the Shellphone's camera]

Yo! I'm- Oh, hang on a sec, lemme just–

[The sounds of the one with the blue eye fiddling with the buttons and grumbling under his breath some light whinging about 'Get in the right angle', before finally fixing the camera issue, showing off the teen in red who, judging from the branches and leaves, is most likely sitting in a tree as he's making this video]

There we go! Where was I... [He gave a soft wave at the camera.] Yo. Name's Ranma Saotome, for anyone I haven't met yet. I dropped in this place a while back and was messing with this phone and noticed this chatlog. I'm not the best with those [Like he hadn't already proved as much], but figured I should drop in and say hi.

[He paused and tapped his fingers against the bark of the tree he's seated on.]

I also wanted to see if there was anyone here who's a fighter who'd be up for a spar. I'm a martial artist, and no one from back home's tried to attack me yet so they're probably not here, but it'd be cool if someone here's willing to go toe to toe with me sometime. Don't want to get too rusty on this kidnapping-slash-vacation.

Anywho, I think that's all I wanted to say. So... See ya– Wait a moment. [He leaned in and squinted his eyes at the screen. Particularly to the sender ID... The boy's look turned from befuddlement to annoyance.] Actually, there is another thing I wanna ask. How do I change the name on this?

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[catsgothistongue]

Nah, think I'm good. [Not unless Shoto felt like disclosing every single aspect of his fighting capabilities and abilities. But only an amateur would actually spill their secrets before a fight. Judging from first glance and getting a good first impression, Shoto didn't seem like a greenhorn when it came to sparring.

The martial artist would walk a good distance away from his opponent. Around thirty or so feet, give or take. Giving one final stretch to the sky, Ranma got into a stance that was ready to move at the drop of a hat, his face cool and composed without losing his smile.] Ready when you are.

Been ages since I've written something like this /dusts off

[heir_conditioned]

That bodes well and doesn't bode well all at once, considering that if he has no questions he's fine with whatever comes at him. "I am." So a test of his reflexes reaction to a front assault, and while Shoto isn't looking to land punches he is looking to try to see what his defenses look like. That includes when he propels himself forward, sliding on thinly laid ice in front of him with momentary flame to close the distance given. He's forcing himself in on close range, regretting it if only because long range against people who know what they're doing is fun, too.

Mood, you're good!

[catsgothistongue]

[Shoto could come at him armed and ready with hundreds of weapons thrown at him, and he'd still be fine with it. Not that the martial artist was suspecting the white-redhaired teen was carrying a weapon on him, and he doubted he could pocket it away with ki. But to write off his foe as defenseless would be completely and utterly wrong as the teen came soaring at the pigtailed fighter with fire and ice! It wasn't his first rodeo dealing with someone who's element was ice or fire, but at the same time? That's new.

But not discouraging, as Ranma reacted in kind by dodging to the side with a quick hop.] Gotta be quicker than that, Frosty! [After that little quip, it was Ranma's turn to attack. Throwing a set of punches that came out quick and packing weight behind them, though as he didn't know the full extent of his sparring partner yet, he isn't going all out himself.]