rosavelle | 💧 December Catch-All 💧

[Post-festival, those hanging around the castle may see Ranma rocking an... interestingly new accessory around his neck. A choker in the image of a pet collar, with "If lost, return to Akane Tendo of Hyacinth." engraved on the tag. It's a new look he isn't thrilled about, visibly seething whilst stomping down the hall.

She collared him. Akane freaking collared him.

In technical terms, she collared "Yoiko", and by extension him!!!

Karma's a cruel, sadistic bitch. He's done nothing to deserve this... outside of interrupting a date out of jealousy, made one chick feel horrible by herself and unsuccessfully framed her as a two-timer. But that didn't work, isn't that comeuppance enough!???

Apparently it isn't for the universe. Because try as he might, try everything his brain can wrack. Pulling, lubing up the collar with lotion, every solution in the book all amounted to the same end result: an intact neckwear, and a very sore neck. Currently the martial artist is sitting in the hall, resorting to cutting the choker with a knife. Dangerous maybe, but blades get so close to his neck so often that he's cavalier about it.]

C'mon... Friggin' sturdy-- Get off!!!

[More damage is being done to the blade than the collar...]

The hell is this thing made out of???

Are you trying to kill yourself or what?

[ That's what she assumes upon first sight. That collar on him isn't taking any damage from the knife, but his skin looks to be the opposite. Reddened marks from tugging and pulling, and it's only a matter of time before he nicks his neck. It's like watching a wild animal trying to gnaw its foot off when trapped. ]

Knock it off before you hurt yourself.

[Dryly, with a dull stare at the familiar and fellow (albeit not concurrently) pink-haired gal.]

I'm savin' my reputation from bein' killed, that's what!

[His neck has been rubbed raw from constant jerking and yanking at the steadfast choker. It's elasticity only stretches so far before it snapped right back painfully on him. Right now, that trapped animal analogy is all but apt with how much he's struggling to get loose to little avail]

No way, I'm so close! Almost got it, just gotta--

[SNAP!!!

THUD!!!

Ranma stares bug-eyed at the knife handle in his hand, bereft of its blade. Said blade has found itself embedded in the wall above the sink.

Beat, a couple blinks before he sheepishly scratches at his cheek. Crap...]

... Maybe I should switch to a bigger blade?

[Musing aloud mostly to himself and marginally to Lucy while a bead of sweat runs down his forehead. A cleaver could work... buuuuuut he also just got back in the good graces with the staff, does he really wanna run that risk?]

[ She likes to think she's seen some boneheaded things before during her tenure as a living being, but Ranma holding a knife to his own throat and wanting to hold another to it??? Just to get a collar off?? Yeah, that takes the cake. There's no contest. ]

Maybe you should just stop. Did you consider that?

[She says boneheaded, he says stubborn. And he's him so he knows better so :PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP]

And go around town lookin' like a freak who can't keep his private hobbies private? No way!

[Lucy you'd have more luck talking to a wall. More futile tugs at the collar, and just when he seems to get it stretched far enough that mayhaps he can slide it over his head, it rubber bands back and knocks him off the counter. Ranma lays supine on the floor all pathetic and certainly not a happy camper.]

Grrr... Stupid thing's cursed or something...!

[Grumble grumble. He isnt asking for help because his pride.

But help would be much obliged plz.]

This place has magic, right? Maybe it really is a curse.

[ She looks at the collar, but her vision of it isn't so great from where she stands. She doesn't want to get too close. Personal bubble and all. ]

Who even put that on you?

Wouldn't be new t' me if it is. Least this one isn't tryin' to drown me.

[Nonchalantly brushing past what must sound like a nonsequitor to this girl, Ranma gets back on his feet with a peeved grumble.]

A goth kiss stealer and her uncute tomboy "girlfriend."

[The bitter vitriol in his voice is so palpable, if Ranma was a beer he'd rank 100+ on the IBU scale.]

[ That is sure a bunch of sentences she doesn't like to hear spoken in succession. ]

What in the hell is wrong with the people here?

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[Crossing his arms behind his head.]

The drownin' one was a different incident back home, wasn't a collar either.

[Wasn't what she meant by her question Ranma.]

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[ Her vague dislike for Ranma and recent concerning awakening to violence aside, Gold Ship is more than a little ruffled to see Ranma recklessly messing around with a knife. ]

The hell do ya think you're doing?!

[ She stomps right on over, one hand grasping the wrist of his knife hand roughly to keep the bladder still, the grabbing the implement and leveraging her ums strength to attempt to yank it from Ranma's grasp. ]

You entirely outta your mind? You're gonna hurt yourself!

Edited 2025-12-26 21:11 (UTC)

[Neither the blade nor his hands budge an inch against the horse gal's grip and jerk. She may have uma strength, but Ranma has shounen strength on his side. That knife's remaining unyoinked and firmly moored with the deadpanning martial artist.]

Says the chick tryin' to grab a blade out of a dude's hand.

[Tone flatter than a sheet of paper.

An age old question is about to be answered today: Immovable dumbass vs unstoppable jackass, which force is stronger?]

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The dude who's clearly not smart enough ta be holdin' it in the first place!

[ Why's she care though? Let him hurt himself! Heck, instead of pulling why not push until the metal bites skin and he-

NO. No, none of that! She has that under control damn it! She focuses on continuing to try to Help, by digging her feet in and putting more strength into her attempt to yank that knife away. ]

I dunno what kinda messed up kink this is, but buddy? Ya need a different outlet. Now lemme have the damn knife!

[Sad thing about this is even with her spiraling, Golshi still retains more self-control than 90% of the Ranmaverse girls. Be proud of yourself for not being a violent lunatic.]

K-Kink????

[Wooooow that manly voice might've cracked just now thanks for that. His ears and face start burning whilst his gaping turns to irritation.]

G-Get your mind outta the damn gutters! It isn't whatcha think it is! [...] A-Akane stuck this crummy thing on me, go kinkshame her!

[Gold Ship gets to help... by her diamond-chiseling toned abs being Ranma's purchase. Limboing back far as he could to wrestle the knife back.]

Ugh. Closet girl...

[ She is Extremely Unhappy to hear that name right now and also more than a little bit miffed that the person in question is going around putting dudes in collars after giving Gold Ship shit for her romantic issues. ]

Thought she had some chick she was chasin' after. Entire damn family over-reaches, looks like.

[ She isn't uh. Even talking to Ranma, she is Grumbling, and leaning forward as he leans back to continue to try and GET THAT KNIFE AWAY FROM HIM. ]

Stop bein' an idiot and go talk to your damn situationship! The knife thing clearly ain't doin' anything!

[Closet girl? That's a new nickname/insult he's heard somebody refer to Akane as. Sort of similar to how Shampoo calls her 'Pervert Girl', or it could be because Akane has no fashion sense. On second thought, the latter could be what-

Thought she ha some chick she was chasin' after

Annnnnnnd he stands corrected. And cross, cause he really didn't want to be reminded of Evernight stealing Akane's lips from him. Though when you stop to think about it he took it first, on the technicality it was his body being piloted by the cat... which he doesn't do since it wasn't a true kiss but also--

Glowering in annoyance. Talk]

Because there's a horse buttin' in the way! Oh, heck to this!

[Eff it. Ranma's gonna pull a gutsy move and let Gold Ship pull the knife back enough for his secret special technique: biting his teeth down on the flat sides of the blade and lashing his head back to rip it from her grasp like a troublesome splinter.

This stopped being about the collar thirty seconds ago and more out of spite.]

Stop callin' me a horse ya fu- Crap...!

[ Whatever she was expecting? It wasn't that! Golshi has to dig her heels into the ground to keep the sudden thrashing from pulling her around too much. Steadfast and stubborn she remains holding the knife, her other hand now going to grab Ranma's nose like you'd do with a misbehaving dog. ]

Oi! Drop it. DROP IT. If I gotta knock your dumbass out ta get this thing away from ya, I will!

[Thanks to recent events and developments, involving shortsighted planning and bells, the kingdom will be meeting more of the feral stray renting out Ranma's brain. Quoting a certain genius ditz: "Now you'll have to adjust, because Yoiko knows it can hit the "button" now" Suffice to say, Ranma's having to adjust all over again to not being in the driver's seat. It was easy before when it was only cats that could trip the Neko-ken.

Nowadays, Ranma finds it hard to keep control when it catches wind of jingling bells or shaking strings.

Yoiko, meanwhile on the other paw, it's enjoying its new found freedom to roam around! Never was it allowed to prowl around so openly without spending months or more taking a forever catnap. Plus thanks to that kind scary lady and its mistress's gift, the cute collar it wears with vigor and weal, it can finally tell humans and anything else that'll listen what's on its mind!]

{{Food!}} [... Tbh, Yoiko's thoughts aren't too far off from Ranma's.] {{Gimme!!!}}

[The first sign of food it saw, Yoiko trots over on all fours towards them. The poor sap will be accosted by a raven-haired boy/reddish-pink haired girl, sitting on its hind legs. Begging hungrily, Yoiko raises its balled-up paw, the projected cat ears twitching and tail swaying intently. It won't go away until they feed the poor starving kitty!!!

Harassing strangers, staff or fellow advisors alike, for treats isn't where its fun ends. It's cavorting around the large building leads it to a room full of greens and plants it doesn't have the brain capacity to discern what... Except for one. From the entrance it could pick up that euphoric scent that sends it on a trip to cloud nine. Yoiko's eyes dilate growing to saucer proportions, and makes a beeline to the gold mine it found. Filling up its tummy is great and all, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut...]

{{Mmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeewwwwwww!!!~}}

[Food will always be second best to catnip. Hopefully no one was planning on using the greenhouse, because they'll stumble upon a catboy/girl having the greatest day of its life. Turnt out of its mind, Yoiko is rolling around on the ground rubbing its face on everything one minute, the next it's caught a case of the zoomies bouncing off the walls and trees and unsuspecting collateral. Purring, mewing and at certain points giggling like an idiot all the while.

Greatest. Day. Ever.

Its ventures extend to outside of the castle too. Being indoors get crampy and claustrophobic, Yoiko's an outdoor cat! When it saw an opening, or an irate staff shooed it off, Yoiko makes a daring dash away from the castle to the bustling lively streets of the kingdom. Too many tall buildings, overwhelming and beyond its comprehension, it makes Yoiko's head spin!!!! New locations always puts it on edge...

YOWWWWWWWWWL!!!!!!

Throw in another stray into the mix, and you've got a recipe for disaster.

What started as an average quaint day turns into a chaotic spectacle! The idyllic streets of Rosavelle would turn into a territorial stand-off, between two fierce cats for the claim of the land. A tuxedo cat, freshly slashed up from its new challenger's claws, glaring fervently with its bright green eyes, at the larger, stranger cat with its sparse fur braided and copying its bristling tail. Yoiko returns it in spades, growling and yowling and bearing her fangs back, its paws raking deep grooves in the pavement while arching its back.

Anybody who wishes to gawk and watch a rousing cat fight are free to... Although the guards would greatly appreciate it if somebody can diffuse the tension and get that pigtailed cat under control. They're... kinda afraid of it, shameful but understandable.]

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[Had Yoojin expressive cat ears of his own, they'd swivel at the familiar sound of Territorial Feline. As it is, he turns his whole head, seeking the source of the yowling with his pitiful, F-rank human senses. Another hiss and he dashes around a corner to find the Mexi-cat stand-off. Before the full scene even registers, he summons a cat wand to hand and lowers his voice into soothing tones.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's calm down, okay? Shh, shhhh. What's going on here, hm?

[Wait a sec. That's. Not a cat. Huh?]

Eh? Wha? Ranma?

[!!!

New voice, new threat? It turns on a dime to the newcomer, ignoring the other stray for now. Which only served to, unfortunate for Yoojin, piss off the other stray at not being taken seriously.

Thaaaaaaat's definitely Ranma hunch over on all fours there, same clothes and pigtail Yoojin's seen him around town in. But... different. Illusionary cat ears flicking aggressively (with hair conveniently extended out to hide his normal ears), the bristling tail standing up, the hissing, the wild almost frantic expression on the teen's face should be dead giveaways...]

{{Stay back!}}

[... that voice wasn't very Ranma-y either.

It continues to glare fiercely at the new man as if its murdering him in its mind, training its eyes watching his every move, on the ready to pounce.]

[That is definitely Ranma. The hell is going on here? Yoojin's attention flits between him and the cat, between his wild human expression and the agitated ears--and where did those come from, is that Meramancy?--and finds no clear answer to the question.

The feral look on Ranma reminds Yoojin of Noah, how the latter lost control after Yoojin applied his keyword. This... probably isn't that, the timing doesn't make any sense. But he has to wonder.

Either way, the situation is still one that needs deescalating.]

Uh... sure. Yeah, okay.

[Yoojin meekly takes one step back, then kneels, so he's not looming so much over either cat. He should do something about the injured tom, he knows, especially since it doesn't seem like it's about to back down. But Ranma is the one he knows. And that's his kid.

He lowers the cat toy and smiles gently.]

Hey, Ranma, remember me? It's your buddy Yoojin. We've been training with Akane, remember?

[If he doesn't recognize Yoojin, he might still respond to his crush's name, right?

Thinking of his sweet little Peace at home, Yoojin tries one more thing: slowly letting his eyes fall closed in a feline expression of trust.]

[It continues to sneer and snarl even whilst Yoojin's gives it its space. Animus radiates off its whole body, detesting the monster tamer's presence. Distressed too, akin to a stray alley cat who's been kicked and beaten and thrown around by the world or from very bad humans. And right now? For reasons beyond Yoiko's feline comprehensions, this man's whole everything is matching that ugly, ugly man's rancid, miasmic vibes.

Ears go down and its body lowers, that shrill caterwauling growing dangerous. It was prepared to strike, to tear this man to shreds and get back to teaching that other cat a lesson. Out of animalistic instincts, out of self-preservation, out of agitation, doubly the last one when he persists calling it Ranma. Before it wouldn't give a rat's ass but now that its human christened it with a name, it wants to bark out Not Ranma! Yoiko...

Then he brought up another name that puts a pin in its plans. On a dime, as if a light switch was flipped in its behavior, the animosity teeming from it dissipates to befuddlement.]

{{Know Akane?}}

[It takes a step forward. Another. Another. It pussyfoots cautiously until its closer to Yoojin. Nowhere near right up on him, but a good safe distance in case this was a trap - and put that collar in the perfect view for Yoojin to read the words on its tag: "If lost, return to Akane Tendo of Hyacinth.". The slow blinking aids quailing it enough to lower its hackles, and its eyes flit between the stranger and that fun looking toy begging for it to swipe at it.]

[Wow. He sure is wearing a collar with Akane's name on it. What (not) on Earth are these kids getting up to while he's not looking?

These are all questions for later. Right now, he's making progress. Yoojin continues to smile softly as Ranma edges closer, and gives the toy a little waggle without lifting it fully. The feathers twitch enticingly on the cobblestone.]

Sure I know Akane. We're friends.

[Hmmm. "If lost..."]

Doooo you want some help getting back to her? I can show you the way.

[NOTHING DAD. THEY'RE PURE INNOCENT SOULS UNTAINTED BY SIN... okay a few sins may have transpired BUT IT ISN'T WHAT HE THINKS TRUST

Yoojin's handled felines to get a read on their body language. This one is more person shaped but a cat is a cat is a cat. It drops the tension, bobbing its head in sync with the toy. Yoiko believes its had enough sightseeing, it misses its human! Spare human here knows Akane, it'll listen until it feels like doing not that.]

{{Take Y--}}

[The tom saw an opening to put this imposter cat in its place! It screeches out a mighty yowl as it lunges forward claws out-

ROWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

- and Yoojin watches as the attacking stray is swept up into the contained razor storm "Ranma" twists himself into. The teenage boy became a series of red streaks wildly slashing without rhyme or reason to the pattern. Rough cobblestone is transformed from pristine if used condition to littered with grooves slashed into the street. With a fresh coat of red spattered here and there.

It was all over in a second. The cat-boy returns from the shredding ball of feline fury, and that tom... miraculously hasn't been utterly julienned, but it's covered in scratches and blood matting its coat. It wisely decided to throw in the towel and accept its loss, fleeing down a corner. Yoiko sends it off with one final hiss that we're gonna bleep because HOLY SHIT LANGUAGE, and returns to sitting at Yoojin's feet like business as usual.]

{{Take Yoiko! Now!}}

[Mewing incessantly.]

[Yoojin gapes for a long moment at the carnage left behind: the blood, fur, and destruction. He comes back to himself a sharp breath in.]

Ran--!! [And then stops himself, fumbling.] Uh, Y-Yoiko? Yoiko.

[That seems to be correct. He may be confused, but it behooves a survivor to be quick on the uptake. This is clearly Ranma, but Ranma doesn't seem to be fully in control of his faculties right now, and Yoojin certainly can't explain away the disembodied voice as part of some roleplay. So! His son is currently a cat. These things happen.

But that's no excuse for bad behavior. Yoojin takes in that pre-lecture breath again and waggles the cat toy like a stern finger.]

Yoiko! Bad kitty! You can't pick on people--umm, I mean cats who are weaker than you! And you made such a mess, look! Come on, we're going to apologize, or we can't go see Akane.

[He gets back up to his feet, hands on his hips, foot tapping.]

I know you know better than this.

💧 December Catch-All 💧

"I am a cat. As yet I have no name..." | Mid - Late December | Around Castle & Rosavelle

I. Collar of Shame & Love (Ranma)

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II. Nine Lives Best Spent (Yoiko)

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