shellphones | 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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... saw your face. It's repulsive. That's all.

[Smooth.]

...So then, it won't be a problem if I do this?

[BAM CATGIRL. Ears and tail and everything. Staring flatly at him.

She's got you, Ranma.]

[Oh no. Oh no no no no. Ranma's skin would turn a ghastly pale, losing color at the sight of cat ears and tails just popping up. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, unable to break away from staring no matter how much he wanted to.

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?]

Edited (Forgot something whoops) 2024-01-29 02:09 (UTC)

...Mmm. Alright, that's enough of that.

[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.

[Watching the feline appendages disappear to nothing did put him at ease, though it'll take him a minute or two to let the trembling and the feeling of his heart pounding against his chest subside. All Misaki's suggestion earned her was a glare from two small, blue pinpricked eyes.]

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.

What a pity. Because this is an ailment I can treat, but if you don't want to talk about it...

[SHRUGGING EXAGERATTEDLY...]

Good. Cause I don't.

[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?

Well, hypothetically speaking, treatments for phobias such as these are often controlled exposure therapy. In the case of..."someone else" having a very severe phobia, exposure wouldn't even start with real cats. Just like the body builds resistance to poisons by taking low doses over time, even starting with photos or a doll of a cat would be the starting dosage.

[She shrugs a bit.] Unfortunately, I lack access to my other methods.

[He listened in to her suggestions and... Gave her a look that read 'Really?' in the most unimpressed manner.. For a minute there, he actually thought she'd suggest something that could actually help.]

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.

I imagine what their 'pops' tried made it worse, instead of actually helping? Exposure therapy only works if it's done right.

[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.

No shit. That stupid panda messes everything up. Wouldn't be the first time...

[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?]

Then we'll begin tomorrow, right here, at 8 am.

[Ranma have you ever considered your temper keeps getting you into trouble?]

We will!

[With that, he starts to storm off...]

[... And paused when his brain finally catches up to his pride.]

Wait a moment-- [What did he just agreed to?]

[Too late bro, she's vanished.

Don't be late for therapy!]

[FUCK]

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