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shellphones2024-01-17 04:36 am
catsgothistongue) wrote in shellphones2024-01-17 04:36 am
Entry tags:
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?
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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... 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.]
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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.
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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.]
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...You're afraid of cats?
[you are breaking her HEART.]
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Like hell I would be! I'm not scared of nothing! I just... [Come on Saotome, come up with a good answer.]
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[Smooth.]
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[BAM CATGIRL. Ears and tail and everything. Staring flatly at him.
She's got you, Ranma.]
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But it isn't bad. It's just uncomfortable to look at. That's it. That's it that's it that's it, so he should stop looking so terrified of it. He pursed his lips together into a thin line and hastily shook his head, letting out protesting muffled sounds to stubbornly act like he isn't nettled. Cat really got his tongue, hm?]
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[Pop! Ears and tails gone. And she sighs a bit, shaking her head. That...is a ptsd response, not a simple phobia, huh? Well, she touched him, she knows why, but...]
Though, I suggest just coming clean, next time.
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I don't have anything to come clean about to anyone. [He hissed out with a trace of venom to his voice, scoffing as he looked away.] It's not yours or anyone else's business. Now are we gonna get back to the fight, cause if not, just get outta here.
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[SHRUGGING EXAGERATTEDLY...]
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[Crossing his arms with a very exaggerated pout as he turned his back.]
... But out of curiosity, how would you treat it if someone else was interested?
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[She shrugs a bit.] Unfortunately, I lack access to my other methods.
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Look at pictures of cats and hold a doll of one. That's your best idea? [He shook his head, burying his fists in his pockets.] I- They [because he's totally not talking of himself no sirree] can look at photos of cats or touch a stuffed doll of one just fine. It's the real thing they can't be near, not for long. Pop already did his own form of 'exposure therapy' to 'cure the boy of his fear'. [That being to repeat the entire process of covering his son in more meats and throwing him back into the pit of cats.] So that ain't gonna work. Points for trying, I guess.
[He sighed and waved his hand dismissively, turning his back on the taller woman.] It's alright though. They're fine, they survived, it's not that big a deal. It sucks, but it just is what it is.
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[Calling you out.]
There's no magic fix. But there are cats that cannot harm you if you do not harm them, as well.
[She shrugs, though.] Unless they're too afraid to try it.
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[He grunted and rolled his eyes. He wanted to ignore it, until she made that last comment. Him? Afraid? There's nothing more that boils his blood is to insinuate he can't do anything or is weak. Ranma whipped around, glaring daggers at the taller woman.]
I'm not afraid! [Completely forgot about that 'someone else', huh?]
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[Ranma have you ever considered your temper keeps getting you into trouble?]
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[With that, he starts to storm off...]
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Wait a moment-- [What did he just agreed to?]
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Don't be late for therapy!]
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