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ATA 3; To current
Topic Started: May 7 2009, 12:56 PM (25,422 Views)
Ozzallos
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Jul 19 2009, 11:00 PM
Magic Morphing Mail

Konatsu tells Ranma that he sent Ukyou a postcard. By the time it arrives in Nerima, it's a letter with envelope.

I'll probably post more comments when I have a more reliable connection; I'm old enough to know what some of the phrases people use are supposed to be (such as "lidded glare," not "leaded glare").
See, that's just fine. Glad it was noted.
And now it's time to wrap this beast up. 35kw on the mark.

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Thunk-Thunk!

The car rolled with the rough patch, bouncing the pillow from Ranma face and jarring her awake with with the movement. A cursorily glance over at his emerald hair companion revealed the woman still reading, one leg cross around the other. Her view point allowed Ranma the full advantage of the woman's exquisit legs before they disappeared into the modest cut of the gray skirt she wore. When the redhead finally drew her focus away from those works of art, he found an amused pair of red eyes simply staring at him.

"Um..."

Setsuna cocked her head as if she didn't quite understand.

"Eh..." Ranma struggled, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that her own eyes had been caught looking where they shouldn't have been looking. A violent demise was likely to follow if she didn't think of something, quick. "It's, um..."

"What was that Ranma-kun?" The Guardian of Time's lips took on an amused edge.

Ranma gulped. "Eh... Good book?"

Setsuna simply smiled at her. It was a smile whose owner knew they had caught somebody dead to rights, but what confused Ranma was that it didn't hold the promise of pain its recipient had expected. After another full minute under the knowing smile, a slight blush began to heat the girl's cheeks and the woman relented. "Actually yes."

"Erm, think I would like it?" Ranma asked, under no illusions that she was actually distracting the woman and her smile from her observations, but still hoped to cover for her gaff regardless.

"I think there are many things you would like, Ranma," Setsuna persisted in that all but leering smile, deciding to countermand her more serious nature in favor of a little mischief. "That aside, you don't seem like the romance novel type.... Though it does contain ninjas, magic and a bit of action ever now and then."

"Sounds like one of those TV shows Kasumi always watches," Ranma fought through the suggestive lilt and the heated blush it produced. She propered herself upright and took a look over at Konatsu, who was slumped sound asleep in the couch corner of the sofa. Beyond him was the window with little more than gray mists and shadows of the world beyond passing by at a blur.

"Still about two hours until we arrive," The emerald haird guardian supplied and Ranma stomache grumbled in response.

"Damn, don't think I'm going to last that long," The martial artist commented, looking around for a something to snack on. She cocked her head, suddenly remembering something. "Oh yeah, forgot about that."

A quick flick of the hand revealed a shiney cellophane wrapped rectangle and she eyed it greedily, already poised to rip it open. Setsuna arched an eyebrow. "Now I haven't seen one of those in nearly fourteen thousand years. What flavor is it?"

"Venusian cherry? Some poor sap tossed it to me while I was back there," Ranma read the label while wondering just what venusian cherry tasted like. Something scaped against their door and her attention was drawn to the door window where a woman passed, pushing a cart laden with all sorts of food and snacks. "Then again, I'm thinkin' somethin off the cart looks pretty good too. Want anything?"

"I don't see why not," The guardian shrugged, returning to her book. "Whatever is convenient... Just try not to destroy the locomotive in the process."

"Ain't my fault the olive guy gave me those screwy things," Ranma grumbled as she pulled the windowed door open, sliding out with the reminder of a certain wand maker's devestated store at her back. The guardian simply smiled as the martial artist stalked after their food.

...Woman is strange, Ranma decided as she stepped out onto the narrow hallway and dodged a couple of student walking in the opposite direction. She noted the curious glances they sent her way but ignored them for the most part, content on taking the edge off her appetite and chewing on the mystery that was Setsuna Meiou. She clearly wasn't a fiancee, but after nearly a dozen of them, she knew teasing and flirting. Setsuna teased. Setsuna even flirted unless she was totally misreading the woman, but emerald haired woman held none of the pretense the others did from their activities. Shampoo, Ukyo, Kodachi... They all expected something. They teased and flirted expecting the target of their affections to respond.

Like I'm going to dip a toe into that disaster waiting to happen, Ranma appended mentally while idly noting the snack cart had moved to the next train car. She pulled the car door open and wind buffeted her slightly as she followed, the noise spiking sharply as metal shreiked and groaned around her. She was through and into the next car seconds later, where a group of students had already decended upon the elderly woman and her foodstuffs. She qued behind one of the waiting students, her thoughts returning to Setsuna. her flirting and teasing held none of those ulterior motives. She wasn't expecting a date. She wasn't expecting commitment. She's just having fun? Ranma wondered, rolling the forgien concept around in his mind. She was also secure in her self, something the martial artist knew was lacking in the girls. Sure, she liked the attention, but at the end of the day, Ranma knew they all had something riding on her and it tainted their every--

The train suddenly lurched, and Ranma could feel the their momentum bleed away a until the train rumbled to a not so gentle stop, forcing Ranma to grab the nearby brass railing for support. The students did likewise and even the cart of snacks rolled a meter before finally being brought back under control. "What the hell was that?!"

Good question, Ranma replied silently as the boys and girls around the cart dispersed, walking back to their compartments. To her knowledge, they still had the good portion of two hours left and she was realatively certain that Setsuna would have advised them of any changes in the schedule. Maybe go back and ask her---

Ranma stopped mid-turn. Something was wrong. Something... cold, she attempted to put a description to the feeling of ill ease emanating from beyond from the next car. The train's lighting flickered, giving substance to the misgiving. Ranma removed herself from the crowd of lingering students and moved though the breseeze way, slowly opening the door to the next car where the disquieting feeling gained intensity. She glanced back, noting nobody harbored the inclination to follow her, let alone seemed to sense the blanket of evil themselves. What the hell? Ranma wondered mentally, priming her ki on reflex as she passed one of the private compartments, then another. The first was empty. The second, a slumbering mustatioed man that looked like revision of Soun Tendo had he been born caucasian. The evil agained pressure and depth as she passed two more empty compartments. One was open and a cloaked darkeness seemed to be leaning into the doorway.

The sight along produced a wellspring in her gut. It was a shadow, a rolling blanket of blackness. Somehow it wasn't solid, but she could see it and through it. Whatever it was doing there was no way something that evil could be up to any sort of good whatsoever. Ranma let her ki strobe out and she sensed what her eyes couldn't see... three focal points of chi with the thing itself registered as a nothingness, as if lifeforce couldn't exist in the same space it-- One of the spikes of ki began to falter and Ranma already knew what that meant from her interaction with the Pluto of Silver Millenium past. Whoever it was, he was dying, and that was her cue.

"Hey, ugly!" The demon hissed, turning back towards what had intterupted its feeding. Socketless eyes fell upon Ranma and the roiling terror suddenly seized her completely, forcing her to take and involuntary step back. She tried to form a coherant thought. Tried to draw on her ki, but simply having it focus on her seemed to disolve any will power she could bring forth. In its place, terror. Mindless, irrational terror. It considered her for a moment before dismissing her as a threat and turned back to the compartment and its occupants. The wave of all consuming terror dropped to something more managable for Ranma and she snarled, beating back the fear with memories of impossible victories that in turn helped to consolidating all her ki and confidence into a cohesive barrier that glowed bright blue around her.

"I don't think so."

The black cloak of shadows twisted around just in time to watch a blue sphere of absolutely perfect emotional confidence form in the interlopers hand, only to have it relased into its mass at point blank range. It detonate against the shadow, flashing a brilliant blue while the moko takabisha's concussive wave destroyed everything behind it. The car's frame opened like aluminum foil against ten atmospheres of compressed explosive pressure, blowing the wraith and chunk of the wall out into dense fog beyond. Ranma paused at the compartment just long enough to ensure the occupants were okay. A girl and a boy stared incredulouysly back at her while the other with glasses was comotose.

But alive, Ranma amended and gave them a quick look. "Get everybody out of this car."

She didn't wait for a response, but watched the shadow ghost tumble through the fog laden air for a moment before righting itself, gliding along side the train's for a moment before arcing back in and she joined it outside, flipping up through the breach and up onto the roof of the car. The martial artist stabilized her flip and unleashed two vacuume blades into her target, catching it completely unaware and slicing it's headlong advance in half, then quarters. She landed lightly on the car roof and was nearly ready to congratulate herself when the falter shadowy pieces began to reform.

Just once I'd like this to go easy, Ranma frowned and sighted her arms on the reforming target. "Moko Takabisha Double!"

The wraith snarled as it reformed into a cohesive, singular element, dodging the first ball of absolute confidence but failing to miss the second. Another detonation of life energy sent it tumbling. Tenacity was evidently one thing the shadow didn't lack and Ranma watched it circle around along the train's length. At five cars distance she sent another bolt of ki downrange, only to watch the monstrosity twist around and evade it completely, closing into four car lengths. Three. Every instinct told her that going hand to hand with the things a real bad idea, and the vacuum blades only served to inconvenience it. Close in it is then, Ranma decided, allowing the wraith to close to within two car lengths. Terror continued to pound at her shield of confidence and she ignored it as the thing planted itself on her car and made the lunge. Ranma rolled back as boney claws sought her, strobbing her very muscles with near paralytic terror as they passed within striking distance. Still, the thing was slow by any standard she had seen over the last two years and the redhead was down and around, along it's open flank faster than it could react. She pushed another Moko Takabisha into it and profiled into the resulting blast wave. This time the roof of the car lost a couple of surface layers, but the creature took most of the intended damage, cartwheeling through the air chaotically before righting itself, hissing and chittering furiously.

"Yeah, yeah. Talk's cheap," The redhead quipped, smirking at the shadowy creature in spite of the torrent of fear trying to find a gap through her own shield of confidence. Inwardly, however, she was beginning to harbor doubts. Moko Takabishas weren't doing anything more than smack the thing around piss it off. There would have been the the posibility of a reverse Hiryu Shoten Ha with as much cold as it put out, but the bridge they had stopped on made that not only impossible, but dangerous to everybody on board. It snarled and dove in once more, the shadowy blackness trailing behind it like a cloak of doom. Ranma slid into her next stance as it skimmed the car's roof, readied to reengage when the area around it suddenly sprouted kunai. The wraith twisted upward through the staccado of thumps and it was only then Ranma noted tiny slips of paper burning down on each.

"What's--"

BOoooOOM!

The redhead braced as four explosions ripped the front third of the car open, showering the area with flaming debries and leaving the roof's framework torn open like a makeshift skylight. Seconds latter a kunoichi landed in a crouch before her, a glowing short sword poised to strike.

"Nice entrance, 'Natsu," Ranma complimented, tracking the wraith as it circled their train. "Don't think the fireworks are gonna hurt it, though."
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Man... the guy... girl... can't even go buy a Chocolate Frog without getting into a fight with a soul sucking monster... Setsuna is going to have to walk him hand in hand everywhere... ^^

Good work Ozz, hope to see more soon. :thumbup:
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Ouch. This must hurt Ranma's pride. A creature he can't destroy.
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This is what he gets for not staying in the car and dining on Setsuna.
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It,s a creature he can't destroy YET, but then I wonder how will they perform against Sting or the even more powerfull staff of the guardian of time. On the other hand Ranma will either see the practicallity of magical weapons, or develop tactics for fighting soul eating monsters (to be used latter on super-vampires)
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Well, Ranma is like MacGyver. He'll always find a solution... somehow... in the end.
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*this scene has already undergone substantial revision and is still in progress. I plan to add remus in the initial car scene, looking dumbfounded that Ranma beat him to the punch.


BOoooOOM!

The redhead braced as four explosions ripped the front third of the car open, showering the area with flaming debries and leaving the roof's framework torn open like a makeshift skylight. Seconds latter a kunoichi landed in a crouch before her, a glowing short sword poised to strike.

"Nice entrance, 'Natsu," Ranma complimented, tracking the wraith as it circled their train. "Don't think the fireworks are gonna hurt it, though."

"Thank you, Miss Ranma," the neo girl returned in a polite, but subdued tone. "Though I must confess that I am having a hard time traking your assailant."

That brought the martial artist short as she watched the fiend circle left, uncertain of the new arrival while Konatsu scanned the sky, her gaze right by it. "You can't see it?"

"Unfortunately," Konatsu admitted, still looking around. "I could only sense the complete absence of life force when I was right on top of it."

Thus the shotgun spread of explosive kunai, Ranma resoned internally, though she could sense the sucking hole of chi clearly, even from this distance. "Left; your three o'clock. About twenty meters out."

The nin's head swivled into the correct parcel of sky, but the redhead could tell he still wasn't seeing anything. "And you can see it? It has a most disconcerning aura about it..."


"Mister doom and gloom? Oh yeah, can't miss him," She commented watching warily as the creature lined back up on the train for another pass. "Get ready, it's makin' another run. I'll call out the cars for ya."

Konatsu simply nodded, closing his eyes while pulling a slip of paper from the folds of his breast with his free hand while the blue sword's glow in the other gained intensity. "Four cars... Three... Two... Here he comes!"



The konoichi was instantly on the move, sprinting forward into what appeared to be a clear path. Ranma knew it to be otherwise and watched as the shadowy claw shot forth, into the nin and--

Poof!

The neo-girl disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the black wraith reached through a cut of wood even as she reappeared above the wraith, her blade already on it's downward stroke. The blade fell into apparent nothingness for the kunoichi then flared bright blue. From Ranma's perspective the ghost suddenly screamed, hissing in agony as the blade passed though it's back and down what should have been it's spine, but the ninja wasn't done. Konatsu hit the ground lightly even as it spun around and threw the seal in before rolling out and away. The result was spectacular and Konatsu's eyes widened as the twisting mass of shadows became visible for the first time, writhing in agony before him. It hiss and snapped at its tormentor for a moment before reaching around and ripping the seal away, letting it burned to ashes in the breeze. The cloaked creature gave Konatsu a final hiss before washing away back into invisibility, but he knew it wasn't gone. The void of life force was still there and so was the fear attempting to break through. He readied for its renewed assault and-

CRa-CrACK!

The wraith tumbled off into open air as it took both of Ranma's Moko Takabisha full on across the back. Wishful thinking would have had the black monstrosity fall off into the foggy abyss that the bridge sat suspended over. Wishful thinking was, unfortunately exactly that and the creature hissed and chittered maddly as it righted itself and began circling the Hogwarts Express once more. Students were hanging out the windows of the other cars now, either watching the creature circle fearfully or watching the two females on the roof of the battle damaged train car number two as they held it off.

"Any idea?" Ranma glanced over to Konatsu as the thing continued its orbit around them. "I'm just pissin' it off with the moko takabishas."

The kunoichi shook her head, eyes searching the sky in a fruitless effort to asertain it's position. "The seals appear to cause it pain. The blade as well, but apparently not enough to deter it from its purpose here."

"Nothing short of an artifact from the silver millenium will kill a dementor." Lifeforce flared at Ranma's back and he turned around to find what his senses already told him, though the sight filled him with no small amount of deja'vu. The last time he had seen her in the black fuku and ribbon she wore now was soaked in blood a good twenty thousand years in the past. Her blue eyes traced the weapon she held now, the very one she herself had used to split a greater demon in half. "Fortunately, I have just such an artifact."

"Had one just like it," Ranma sniffed with amusement, the slightest smirk edging it's way across her face inspite of the dire situation; then added. "Mine was better."

"And didn't I specifically tell you not to destroy the train?" The guardian of Pluto quipped back, causing the pigtailed girl to roll her eyes.

"It was like this when I got here," Ranma shrugged, glancing back up into the sky to keep tabs on their unwelcome guest.
Edited by Ozzallos, Jul 20 2009, 03:45 PM.
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Oh yeah! Some good ole whoopass comig right up. Good job.
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Ranma really needs to get that Claymore back.
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Ranma really needs to get that Claymore back.
Seconded :D
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Ranma really needs to get that Claymore back.
Seconded :D
Nah, he should get his Garnet Rod back.
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I second that, a rod would be easier to maneuver and control, the claymore, while being a heavy hitting bladed instrument, does commit the user once it is swung. And I feel Ranma would prefer the control.
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No he needs the Claymore. Because nothing says fuck you better then a huge ass blade made of crystal and light as a feather.
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How about both?
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Bah. Weren't the SM weapons malleable in form anyway, or am I confusing that with another fic?

Besides, any time Ranma needs a millenium weapon, he has so totally outclassed his opponent that the Claymore is more appropriate.
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