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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Shoto "mh"'s in affirmation about the place needing to be fireproof, or at least somewhere open enough if he wants to use that part of his quirk. What he was going to say was: "If you know of one we can make our way there another day if it's too far."

And yet by the time he's even considering that, he gets another message and there's movement, movement so quick that there's almost no way it could be that fast. ...At least their speeds won't be unmatched, too. "You're quick." A compliment certainly. "If it does, I'll be able to handle it much easier than a forest. Ten minutes, I just need to let someone know where I'll be."

[He'll definitely take that compliment hearing the other teen's words. Nothing wrong with taking pride in your abilities and having other people be impressed.

Ranma gave an affirmative nod to Shoto and a thumbs up.] Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. [Long as this guy isn't like pork breath and keeps him waiting for four days, he's free to wait for the other as long as it takes. In the meanwhile, Ranma decided to do some stretches while he waits.]

No not a thing wrong with it and Shoto would've said it to his face, too, if he weren't so impressed by the movement in that moment. Luckily no, he has no reason to make them wait that long, some of which is fueled by his quirk, others is just sped along on the walkways where he needs to not use said quirk until he gets there.

He has brought a bit of an offering, some water, nicely chilled of course and slides up between the trees, breaking through to the meeting place. At least he's sure it is. He'll wait all the same to see if it is so he doesn't set up shop in the wrong place.

[It sure was, judging from the red cladded teen currently warming up with some stretches. Likewise, it was hard for Ranma to miss the white-red haired teen sliding up. The martial artist would cease his stretching and walk up to Shoto with a casual saunter.]

I see you finally made it. [He's just messing with him. He's not actually bothered by it.]

Thankfully, Ranma must have taken to heart that Shoto wasn't a martial artist, there's no ambush and he's glad for it. He's had his fill of ambush training. Shoto, however, will be apologizing for it still. He really could've made better time, likely. "Yes, I wasn't certain if I had the right area. I don't think I've been here before."

Having done a lot of representative work, Shoto offers out his hand, setting away his shellphone. "I'm Shoto. Good to meet you, Ranma." If he's offering first names, maybe he won't go for the last name and see where that goes at least. The teen has only started recently trying that out.

[The idea of ambushing him hadn't even crossed the pigtailed teen's mind. This was supposed to be a fair training match between two men! Attacking Shoto the second he arrived would've been a crappy thing to do. Now if Shoto jumped out swinging, Ranma would've returned in kind. He missed the other teen taking his joke literally, simply approaching.]

Ditto. [He took the white-red haired boy's hand, shaking it firmly for a second before letting go and crossing his arms behind his head.] Anything else you need taking care, or are we good to go?

Shoto appreciates the good firm handshake and then with that out of the way, he nods his head. "Yes. I'm alright, unless there's anything you want to know before we start? If not. I'm ready." He isn't sure what for, but the speed is something he has to look out for. He himself is quick, but he's not sure if he's that quick. Well, it's about to come to a head and find out.

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.

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.

[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.]

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

Mood, you're good!