shellphones | Video || Introduction!

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Video || Introduction!

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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[WOW OKAY.]

Meh, I've faced plenty of old guys and old hags in my life. [Ignore the fact some of those he's never officially beat fairly or legitimately.] I'd be happy to add you to that list, but I understand if you don't want to exert yourself at your age.

[Two can play the 'piss the other off' game lady!]

Aw, how cute, you think you can taunt me into doing it. Let me guess, next you're going to get huffy and insult my intelligence?

Can't insult something that doesn't exist, now can I?

[Aka yes.]

But certainly more available than your ego. Tell me, is your self-worth made of glass, or spun sugar, for you to be peacocking this hard?

You're the one who came on here calling yourself too old to fight me. And my self-worth's perfect, thank you very much. You should try getting some yourself.

Oh, no, sweetheart, I'm saying an upstart runt who thinks he's a man is about a hundred years to young, I know perfectly well what my worth is.

[See that? That's a pout from a huffy lost teen. Calling him an upstart and a runt... Although he does tilt his head at a particular part.]

... Dang. [He said with an impressed whistle.] Didn't think you were that old, but wow. Credit where its due I guess, you don't look as wrinkly as most old toads from back home. Though that's not a high bar to pass...

[Yes good, just focus on that and ignore that jab about his manhood, that's what he's opting to do even though he really wants to throw a fit about it!]

Oh, no, no.

[She leans her chin in her hand, and smirks.] Older than that. But I'd have probably still won even at your age...unless you make a habit of fistfighting demons?

[...like, respect if he does, and also, she'll sign the adoption papers today.]

[So she's like super ancient... And super arrogant too... He simply shrugged and relaxed back in the tree he's laying on in the screen.]

There's a first time for everything, isn't there?

[So no, but is very much willing to.]

...You've got the reckless sort of confidence for it, I suppose.

[Rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck. She's still injured, but...]

5 am on Eltrut, the woods near the top of the shell. Don't be late.

[Oh Misaki, you've no idea.]

Got it. I'll be there on the dot. You better not keep me waiting.

[At the exact time Misaki set, Ranma kept his word and arrived at their battleground. The martial artist was currently propping his back up against a tree, tapping his foot with a small hum.]

Any second now... [He mumbled aloud with his eyes shut, waiting patiently for the old hag's arrival. She better not have bailed...]

Punctual. That's a decent sign.

[So hey that's fun Misaki masked her presence completely. That had to be what happened and not her just appearing out of nowhere. Right?

So here she is, a tall woman with a long-ass rattail, a dapper vest and one unsettlingly golden eye. She has bandages up her arms (and more under her shirt along her stomach) but it doesn't seem to bother her much.]

[For what its worth, Ranma wasn't startled by the sudden appearance of the taller woman. As a matter of fact, he just gave her a wave and a casual.] Yo. [Now that she's here in the flesh, Ranma studied her appearance for a second. The only thing that caught his eye were the bandages on her arm.]

I try to be. You know what they say about early birds. Gotta be right on time and in top shape for anything. Though... How about you? You look like you've had some fun recently. [He says, pointing to her arms.]

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Mmm, nothing you need to worry about. It doesn't slow me down any. [It hurts like a son of a bitch and she needs to find a healer, but Ranma doesn't need to know that.]

You're...mm, what, seventeen?

You sure? It wouldn't be all that fun to fight someone who isn't a hundred percent before a spar. [Funnily enough, thanks to the tattoo, Ranma's gotten better control over his ki abilities. That included being able to use his ki to heal others, something he's been practicing for years admittedly. It started as a thought years ago, of if he could speed up his healing with his ki, then why couldn't it do the same to others? He hadn't exactly gotten it down, only using a couple of plants as practice both back home and here after noticing his ki abilities had improved, with a 50/50 success rate since it's something he needs to work on. Not that he's aware that Misaki really needs a healer.

Ranma paused some, blinking a few times caught off guard by her guess. Right on the mark.] Yeah, so what if I am? That a problem?

I've fought which much worse than this. [Kind of waving a hand dismissively. That part's true. Being run over with a car hurts, did you know that? Being shot, also.]

No, nothing. I'm just accounting for the fact your bones aren't quite so solid yet. [A pause.] In humans, at least, they don't tend to fully settle and stop growing until 19, maybe even 20.

If you say so. Just don't start crying if they start acting up. [Yes, he did know that! Though less by a truck and more of a bike. But he's been hit with worse than a truck! And he's only recently discovered that getting shot sucks.

He only cocked a brow, stretching his arms and legs in place.] So? I'm a martial artist, I'm more durable than most people. If you're worried about breaking anything, I've walked off way worse.

Oh, no, no. It's just useful to have an idea how fast your bones heal. Training methods have to suit the student, hmm?

[Well, that terrifying statement is the only warning he gets before she flash-steps into his shadow. And tries to boot him right in the head. THINK FAST--]

Hah! You've got that-

[Right? The martial artist paused that thought when the taller woman vanished from sight. Was it speed? Invisibility? Ranma couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact technique or power she used in that instance, but from his experience, he could tell where exactly this was going.

Thinking fast is what he does best... in combat. Everything else is up for debates.

Ranma instinctively turned on his heel and kicked back right at the same time to stop a boot print from being imprinted into his face. Alright, this might not be boring as he thought it would be. He hopes so. Flashing a grin, Ranma reeled back his arm before throwing quick punches right towards Misaki to try and get a hit.]

Oh...five points.

[Unfortunately, getting a hit on Misaki might prove...exceedingly difficult. She's fast. She is absurdly fast. But she seems to be watching him pretty intently, so much so that gold eye might glow a bit. I'm sure that's fine.

She'll wait until the end of the barrage of punches and then dip to the side, trying to pull him forward with his own momentum to fling him treeward.]

Too flashy.

[Credit where its due for him, Ranma's absurdly fast himself. Speed's one of the things he excels at. Speedy opponents aren't too much of an issue for him, and much like Misaki, he too was watching her every move, every dodge with perceptive eyes. Gauging how quick she was, how much he needs to go out...

The barrage would end once Misaki moved out of the way, letting Ranma land a hit straight into the tree that was behind her. Splinters and bark flew everywhere as that tree now had a fist-sized hole punched through it. Ranma'd quirk his head to the side to look at Misaki.]

Think that's flashy, you ain't seen nothing yet. [Now that he's gotten some guesstimate on her speed, he could start letting loose and kick it up some. Hence he kicked off the ground to pop up right in front of the woman, throwing more punches. To the naked untrained eye, it'd look like Ranma was throwing four or five simple punches. In reality, he was throwing around tens of hundreds of punches with every swing in a span of the second it took for him to swing his arm. Each one not being wild swings going anywhere, but trying their damnedest to hit their target with precise strikes.]

I'm not interested in your braggadocio.

[She doesn't dodge all of them but--more strangely, she doesn't really react to the hits she takes, either, and the texture--it doesn't feel like a fist on flesh, exactly, something a little too cold and insubstantial.

Probably because the shadow clone dissolves after a few hits and she leans over his shoulder.]

Where are your fundamentals?

[The suplex is incoming. He's got seconds to get the fuck out of dodge. Good luck!]

[Ranma wouldn't respond to the taunts, continuing on to punch her. For a moment there was small pride in getting blows on her. A second later though of punching something that didn't feel like skin or flesh was when he got tipped off that something was a little off. Sure enough, much to his bafflement-soon-disappointment, it was just a fake. A cheap trick by the real.

... Who's currently looming over him. He spotted the arms reaching around to grab his torso, and used those seconds wisely to kick up off the ground and flip over Misaki, stopping halfway through an arc and his backflip to grab onto her shoulders.]

And where's your backbone? [Spineless trick to not even face him and use a clone! He hopes this one's the real deal, otherwise he's going to be feeling real foolish right about now. He held onto her shoulders and swung right onto her back, holding onto them for balance as he attempted to strike his feet into her back in a flurry of kicks.]

[Well. He did hit the real thing this time! And she staggers. Bad news, he jostled her knife wound and she hisses--like a cat--and when she sharply looks back at him there's a predator staring over her shoulder, eye golden and shining, pupil slitted, the shadows starting to close in--

She has elected to grab him by the ankle and slam him into the ground instead of uh. Whatever that was.]

Buried with your humility.

[He didn't go straight through her. Good, that meant she's the real deal. There was some internal celebratory cheering at getting a hit on the elusive woman. But his mental rollicking's cut short by the hissing. It wasn't the breathing through gritted teeth a person in pain would give out, but a... a...

In an instant, all of Ranma's keen instincts that'd keep him hyperaware of any and everything in a fight came to a screeching halt when Misaki looked at him with those eyes. Those catlike eyes. A dead ringer to the ones in the pit. All staring at him, piercing through the dark, seeing him no matter how much he tried to hide...

The teen froze, staying perfectly still and unable to move. Ranma's horror-struck state left him open to be grabbed and slammed into the ground. The impact and the sharp pain jolted him back to his senses, and with an unsteadied breath, tried sweeping out the cat woman's feet.]

H-How 'bout I put the rest of you with it!? [Stop stuttering idiot.]

Good, don't be!

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