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Topic Started: May 7 2009, 12:56 PM (25,427 Views)
spooky316
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May 9 2009, 08:00 AM
I'm just trying to figure out if the guy was serious or taking Konatsu for a ride.

Well, considering he's a wizard and probably hasn't heard of LOTR...
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May 9 2009, 11:14 AM
...... Sting?

   Sure looks that way.

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"She's elven steel, said to have been present at the fall of Moroder and the


Did you by chance mean Mordor?
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BlackKyuubi
May 9 2009, 11:14 AM
...... Sting?

   Sure looks that way.

Ozzalos
 
"She's elven steel, said to have been present at the fall of Moroder and the


Did you by chance mean Mordor?

I actually took that misspelling on purpose due to muggle/magical confusion.
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May 9 2009, 01:27 PM
BlackKyuubi
May 9 2009, 11:14 AM
...... Sting?

   Sure looks that way.

Ozzalos
 
"She's elven steel, said to have been present at the fall of Moroder and the


Did you by chance mean Mordor?

I actually took that misspelling on purpose due to muggle/magical confusion.

Typo. Mordor.
Yes, Sting ^.^
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Moar.
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Cherry.
Toffee.
Bacon.
Cheese.
Orange.
Chocolate.


Ranma Saotome popped another bean into his mouth, savoring the moment just before pure random bliss hit his tastebuds wallowing in the sensation as his tongue was bathed in the taste of mango. he didn't know the first thing about these people, but the martial artist had already decided that any society that could come up with a snack like this couldn't be all that bad. he dug his free hand back into the bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean as a took in the sights of the alley way, looking for more other culinary victims. His first impression of the place had indeed been pretty close to correct... Diagon Alley was little more than a bazzar catering to nearly every form of business one could find like any other back alley market place this side of the world. Where that impression erred, however was in the details, specifically the goods and services being peddled. Ranma popped the next bean into his mouth and smiled. Barbeque pork flavored.

One thing that had become crystal clear was the fact that Diagon was no ordinary market place. The clientelle were obviously magic users on closer observation and while most looked to be fairly normal, their clothing on average wasn't. They were clad in robes, pointy hats and other exotic garb that looked to have had a home in an Eighteenth Century history lesson. The goods they were partaking of were equally odd, ranging from supposedly magic brooms, magical tomes and exotic reagents of all sorts. Not that any of it came anywhere close to phasing him. Even before he had stepped foot in nerima, his education had been rather worldly in nature and at almost seventeen years of age, the martial artist had seen and done the impossible. Ranma soaked it all in curiously, popping another bean and--

"ACK!"

The immedietly crowd around him stopped and turned upon the gagging boy, who was fighting for a breath in the face of the most goddawful flavors he had ever tasted. He spit the half chewed bean out, and then all the remaining saliva tainted with its foul passing. The crowd of onlookers grimmaced as the boy recovered his senses and noticed his audience. Ranma shook the after effects off and smiled apologetically for them. "Eh... Akane's cooking flavor..."

The crowd nodded sympathetically, most knowing the unplesant experience of stumbling across their own putride tasting beans and went about their business while Ranma turned his search from good eats to a simple glass of water to wash down the vile flavor. His eyes founded the closest shop to him, the rounded entrance to a ship known simply as 'Ollivander's' and the pig tailed martial artist took one last look at the bean he had spit out, noting that it was smaldering on the alley's coblestone before making for the shop at best possible speed. the light jingle of chimes signalled his entry and he stopped short, finding stacks upon stacks of worn, dusty shoe boxes, but no shop keeper in sight.

Maybe they just use this place for storage, Ranma thought with a frown. "Uh, anybody here? Just looking for--"

"A wand, of course!" An elderly man stepped out from the back, sighting his newest customer with an appraising eye. "Busy today, very busy, so let's get started."

"Er, I'm not sure..."

"Of course you are not, lad." The old man finished for himwalking up to him with a slight hobble in his step, though Ranma could plainly see the intelligent spark in his eye in spite of the frail body. "That is my job. Your wand hand."

My wand hand? Ranma blinked at him cluelessly and Ollivander waited expectantly. "I'm...ah... Ambedextrious?"

"Ah, your left hand then." The aging shop keeper interpreted Ranma's response and pulled out a measuring tape, unfurling along the length of the martial artists arm. "Arm length... Mmm, fiftey nine centimeters." Ollviander stepped back, studying the his new customer once more. "Asian, blue eyes... Most unusual. Japanese?"

Ranma simply nodded, unsure how to extricate himself from the old man's clutches at this point. he didn't want to be rude, but he didn't need to be sized for a new suit either. "Um, look Grandpa..."

"An interesting mix, I must admit... Intriguing." The old man adjusted his spectacles, circling Ranma slowly. "And your magic has a distict taste of... Tranfigurartion... A specialty of yours perchance?"

"You could say that," Ranma adopted a dry expression to which the shop ownder paid no heed.

"Facinating, facinating." Ollivander nodded. "I believe I have just the wand then!"

Ranma watched as the man was back among the stacks of shoe boxes with a vigor that belighed his age. He shuffled several of them off to the side, before finding a particular box buried eight deep amongst a stack. He untied the box before Ranma, opening the lid carefully so that Ranma's eyes fell upon...

...A stick.

"Cherry wood, twelve and a half," Ollivander detailed proudly, through Ranma still had no idea of what he was detailing or even why for that matter. He was looking at a stick; a gnarled redish brown stick. And what that has to do with anything is beyond me, the martial artist groused as the elder continued. "Phoenix feather core and... durable." Ranma looked at the stick, then to Ollivander warily. Something was telling him not to-- "Well go on, try it out."

The Saotome plucked the wand from the box gently, as if the stick were liable to explode in his very hand. In fact, it practically squirmed in his hand from his perspective. "I ain't sure this is such a good idea..."

"Hurry now, no dwadling. Give it a good flick." The elder stated impreviously and Ranma shrugged, cocking his wrist for the aformentioned flick. before he could execute, the wand was promptly snatched away much to the pigtailed teen's annoyance. "No, perhaps not."

He replaced the wand and set it aside, turning back to the stacks from which it came. The searching began a new as he dove back into the stacks, finally pulling a shoe box out at seeming random. "Hungarian oak, ten even and cored with dragons scale... Slightly springy."

This particular wand's curves were more refined than the last with a gold ring bind the twine of its base. Ranma stared it it warily before the shop keeper pushed it ipon him expectantly. Ranma took the wand in gingerly and stared at it, feeling none of the sensations from the last one. He glanced at the elder, who gave him a flicking motion. Ranma sighed and gave the wand a half hearted snap. Both watched for a few moments with little in the way of results. Ranma was about to hand it back when the wand started to eminate a dull glow, prompting Ollivander to tilt his head in curiosity.

"Very odd."

Whole thing is odd all the way around, Ranma watched as the wand continued to brighten into a firerce orange. "Uh, old man...?"

"Yes, yes," he continued to stare, clearly absorbed in the event. "Very interesting!"

By the time he had finished his sentance, it was glowing like a lightbulb filement, disorting the very air around it with waves of heat. The gold ring bound at the base had also began to glow and it wasn't another minute before sagged away, dropping molten ontot he wodden floor with an angry hiss. The wand itself failed a second later, eating itself away into carbon and falling to the shop floor as ash. Both stared at the burn remains Ranma now held between his fingers.

"I... I see." Ollivander arched an eyebrow, studying the the matchstick and then the now cooled metal spatters at his feet. "Did you know gold melts at 1064 degrees celcius?"

"Can't say that I did," Ranma deadpanned, letting the last of the wand fall to the ground.


"A most difficult condrum you present me with, young man." The shop keeper shook his head, sratching the side of his fizzy whiteh head of hair. "A challenge, indeed."

"Yeah, probably time to call it a day, right, Grandpa?"

"Nonesense!" The proprieter returned with renewed vigor, already shuffling stacks of boxes aside. "I know it's around here somewhere.... Ah!" The wand maker spun around with more agility than his frame belighed, thrusting a new box in Ranma's direction. The top came off to reveal yet another innocent looking twig, this one sporting an number of fragile looking interlocking stalks. "Supple Crossvine! thirteen and a quarter with Cat hair!"

Ranma's cheek twitched with the mention of felines, knowing no good could possibly come of handling the thing in the box. "Look, you really don't want me touchin' that."

"Cobbleposh, lad." Ollivander snorted, placing the wand in his hands directly. "Crossine is one of the most stable bases for a wand. There's nothing to fret over. Give it wave. Nothing fancy."

Fret, Ranma sniffed mentally and raised the stick chest high. Another word for scared. "Don't day I didn't warn ya."

Ranma flicked the wand easily and both waited expectantly for something to happen. Seconds passed and the wand declined to explode, glow white hot or produce any other discernable effect whatsoever. The aged wizard stared at Ranma, then the wand and back to Ranma with a peircing gaze before taking the wand and placing it back into the box. He closed the lid and set it aside before commensing to pace. "Highly perplexing. Most unusual. Perhaps something in the spruce--"

The lid popped off the box he had just handled, and both teen and wizard found their attentions inexonerably drawn to it. Ranma stepped back. Ollivander stood his ground, peering into the cardboard enclosure.

"Oh my." Peeking out of the box was a small green bulb, sprouting from a spindly leaved vine growing directly out of the wand itself. For Ranma, the problem wasn't the bulb itself, but the tiny teeth sprouting from the green sprout's lip. He began to chuckle, turning back to Ranma. "It would seem you have a green thumb, lad."

"You got no idea," the martial artist shook his head, taking another step back. Not that he could blame the proprieter's attempt at humor. he didn't know. he didn't know about the bean plant. Or Toma's giant creeping vine. Or Pink and Link's own monsterous creation. They were all very bad precendents in Ranma's opinion and this one was bound to be no exception. As if bidden by his very thoughts, the bulb opened up as if to loose a toothy yawn.

"Utterly fancinating," Ollivander shook his head, leaning in for a closer look. The yawn ceased abruptly and the tiny set of jaws made a snap for his nose. "Testy little--"

The wand maker never got a chance to finish. A single root like vine slithered up and over the edge of the shoe box, and then another; both growing out from the wand itself which had also sprouted it's own white lily like flowers. His distraction was such that the wizard hadn't noticed the bulb's growth as well until another anemic lunge almost latched onto his prominant nose once again. Ollivander jerked back, glaring at the creature as it continued to expand its root system from the very wand he had created.

"This won't do at all," he frowned and Ranma watched as the old man pulled his wand from the side of his belt and took aim. "Petrus Arcoanus!"

The stick produced a blue flash with his wave, sending out an anemic bolt that impacted upon the plant like a splash of water. The energy dispersed immedietly across the it's length, leaving a trail of stone marble as it did so and turning the plant into a statuette within seconds. Ollivander was about to congratulate himself when the stone trembled, flaking away as the bulb and vines shook itself free and renewed its growth. This time the store owner opted to take a step back to join his former customer.

"Oh dear."

Ranma nodded, feeling the exact same way. "Told ya so."




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did Ranma just make the plant from the little house of horrors?
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So I'm guessing that the Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans are magically keyed to the tastes used to by the consumer? :)
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Priceless. The wand choosing is always my favorutie part in any HP/Ranma crossover. And I'm sure it didn't even occur to Olli that none of the wands are right for Ranma.

Give us moar juice tins. And fast.
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Give us moar juice tins. And fast.

Destination: Wrong, next 5 miles.
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"...Born born December 6, 1928 of Fridwulfa and Samuel. Your half brother Gwarp is your only surviving family though you have had numerous pets; Including a boarhound, Acromantula, Hippogriff, dragon and a Hellhound named... Fluffy."

Rubeus Hagrid stared down at the Emerald haired woman that had cornered him, throughly confused at the unlikely meeting that was now taking just outside the reagent shop he had just about to enter. In the end, he resolved the discrepancy with a simple shrug. "Most people would have yelled something like, 'Hey Hagrid!' to get my attention, y'know?"

"My apologize," The red eyed beauty smiled cordigly. "How are you doing today, Mister Hagrid?"

The burley giant nodded, stroking his wild bushel of black facial hair as he considered the question. "Just Hagrid is fine and I'm doing pretty fair if I do say. Just stoppin' in to make the monthly tweedle-newt run..." He paused, if remembering something. "Have we met? You seem to knowin' an aweful lot about me, Miss...?"

"Meiou," The woman supplied, but shook her head. "Not before this moment, though I am here specifically to meet you."

"Me? Not sure what you would want with a humble groundskeeper such as myself," Hargid arched an equally bushy eyebrow, cocking his head curiously. "Unless ya be needing puppies?"

"Puppies?" Setsuna blinked then shook her head. "No, no puppies. More along the lines that you share a unique relationship with Albus Dumbledore."

The oblivious manner evaporated with the name and the half giant peered down at her with slight wariness now. "That I may, but what business is that of yours?"

"I need to arrange a meeting," The Guardian replied easily. "And to deliver a warning. You are in a unique position to do both, of course."

"Eh, of course." Hagrid looked at the woman dubiously. "Perhaps you should be tellin' me some of the details of this--"

CRUNCH.

"It's getting out!"
"Run!"
"What is it!?"

Both pairs of eyes turn back down the ally as pedestrians scattered in panic, attempting to put as much distance between themselves and a monstrous plant that appeared to be growing out the side of one of the smaller shops. A larger vine shattered one of the windows and began to creep up the side of the wall while a number of its smaller breathern took root into the cobblestone street.

"Fire spells!" and anonymous voice called out from the crowd. "Kill it with fire!"

The advisement seem to bring some order to the chaos as a a number of wizards pulled their wands out and began to fling smallish bolts in the engulfed store, checking the plants growth. Setsuna could only stare at the improbable sight, then outrightright frowned as a certain pigtailed martial artist cleared the milling bystandards. The martial artist smiled easily enough, favoring a cellophane bag from which he occationally extracted a morsel to be popped into his mouth.

"Hey Meiou-san."

It didn't take much to put two and two together and Setsuna's gaze narrowed on the Saotome, pulling him aside in the process. "Tell me you weren't the cause of that."

Ranma blinked, not even bothering to look back at what 'that' was and all but confirming his guild in the process. "Uh, cause what?"

The Mistress of Time's eyes clenched shut and she massaged he nose, shaking her head before mentally keying an open channel to the time gates. Gate, prepare for emergency extraction.

Affirmative, came the reply and she favored the martial artist with another malevolant glare before turning back to Hagrid. "As i was saying, the specifics of the warning... Oh, for God's sakes."

The half giant stared, attempting to parse the sentance until noticing that the emerald haired woman's attention was no longer on him, but somebody behind him. He turned, his eyes widened. "Oh my..."

She was perhapse one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen; a lithe asian goddess swathed in a pastel jump suit of sorts. Her midnight black hair was tied up into a pony tail and a midnight blue cape swirled in her wake as she approached, entrancing Hagrid with her graceful gait. She flashed them a bright smile upon joining them and the imposing man couldn't help but to smile himself.

"Setsuna-san!"

"Welcome back, Konatsu," The Guardian ground out, her voice tinted with clear irritation. Her dry gaze walked up and down the kunoichi's new wardrobe. "My, what interesting clothes you have."

"Aren't they?!" The nin gushed, dazzling Hagrid with a pieroette. "A nice man at one of the clothing stores showed me this beautiful blue shozoko that matches the glow of my new blade! He says it enhances my armor class or something and once I saw how good it look, just had to get pretty cape!"

"Does it do anything special?" Setsuna asked dryly and Konatsu nodded eagerly.

The kunoichi fingered the felt cape lovelingly. "It enhances my stealth abilities."

"It does?" Ranma perked up, suddenly interested in her wardrobe. "Hey, which shop did you get that again?"

"You aren't going anywhere." The Guardian wheeled about, fixing the pigtailed boy with an menacing look. Ranma affected a disappointed and the half giant stepped in to fill the gap.

"Um, eh, hello... Name's Hagrid," The tower grounds keeper inserted hopefully, sporting a nervous grin. The chipper girl immeditely dropped into a repectful bow.

"Hello Mister Hagrid!" The half giant's heart jumped with her notice and he found himself captivated by her warm counterance. "Are you a friend of Miss Meiou's?"

"Ah, yes," Hagrid nodded eagerly. "We were just discussing...er, things."
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Heh, I like this part. Lots of fun little things, like "kill it with fire," Konatsu getting DnD abilities in her new outfit (is he supposed to be dressed like someone?), and Hagrid's crush.

By the way, have you used a gender specific pronoun for Konatsu when he's with people who already know about her? I read through what you have here and I can't seem to find one. Only in scenes with Hagrid and the store manager, but they both assume Konatsu's a girl.
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Heh, I like this part. Lots of fun little things, like "kill it with fire," Konatsu getting DnD abilities in her new outfit (is he supposed to be dressed like someone?), and Hagrid's crush.

By the way, have you used a gender specific pronoun for Konatsu when he's with people who already know about her? I read through what you have here and I can't seem to find one. Only in scenes with Hagrid and the store manager, but they both assume Konatsu's a girl.

I try to write the characters as they see themselves (Konatsu) or what form they reside in (Ranma). Especially with Konatsu, there's no easy way to pronoun him so i just stick with the way i usually write Ranma. Ranma is a her in female form and kon is generally perceived as a her to those not knowing better, likewise preferring to be seen as such.
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May 13 2009, 08:07 PM
Especially with Konatsu, there's no easy way to pronoun him

I agree, which is why I used both. :lol:
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Love the chaos. I really can't wait for any explanation about Ranma's bad luck with the magical wands.
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I'm just glad Ranma and Kon are not getting magic. That is the one thing that I hate the most in crossovers! Ranma has enough weapons in his arsenal without having to wank him out even more.

It's the same in Harry Potter/X-Men crossovers... why does Harry ALWAYS have to be a mutant? Isn't his magic enough?
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