rosavelle | 💧 December Catch-All 💧

💧 December Catch-All 💧

Who: Ranma Saotome and you!
When: Around December
Where: All throughout Rosavelle and the castle
What: OPEN & CLOSED STARTERS WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Warnings: N/A, will update accordingly

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[Retrace your steps, Saotome.

That's the first sentence that comes to her as she drowsily opens her eyes, blinking out the sleep. She was enacting her genius plan that should've flown with flying colors. Make it seem like Evernight had herself a paramour, and get Akane to blow up on her.

... Yet despite going to great lengths, it fell apart fast. Akane's brain cells zapped smarts into restraining impulsions, Evernight played it... cool in a depressing way, she made an ass of herself and had to pretend to be the cat, and...

Blank. Total static where the memory should be. From last night at the fair to now in what she assumes to be Akane's bedroom, it's all missing. Did she have another blackout? Did an ill-timed stray come out of nowhere and drew the Neko-ken out?

Questions she's having issues wrapping her head around. Mull them over later, and figure out what the hell happened and what to do next. Ranma starts to stir, unfurling his body off...

...... Hang on a tick. Akane's sheets aren't these colors, she's seen them enough times from her checking in on her to see if she's still breathing. And there aren't Akane's clothes, she hasn't seen them in that tomboy's wardrobe. They sorta remind her of...

oh.

Slooooooowly turning her head, hoping to see a certain macho chick she's engaged to but the fatalist in her already has a gut feeling...]

[This was a long time coming. Ranma's promised an actual duel with her someday during the whole Deviled Egg Caper incident while back. And Alesha's already gotten to go toe to toe with one of the two Musabetsu Kakutō Ryū disciples, with the girl.

Now it's come for her to go up against the boy... whomst is interchangeably a girl too.

Alesha won't have trouble tracking the pigtailed teenager down. It's become the athletic and combat-oriented's M.O. to do most of their training around the fields. It's no surprise Ranma's here, in the middle of doing katas. Fluidly and seamlessly switching through various ones, from bassai dai in one instance to tekki nidan in the next. He doesn't stop his motions even once he notices the approaching woman, shooting her a bright casual grin.]

Yo! Alesha, yeah?

Hey, you! You're finally awake.

[Ranma has, at least, been spared the indignity of seeing March in her nude. Evidently, she woke up just before her and is still in her pink and blue bunny-pattern jammies. Somehow, March manages to make the bedraggled look work for her.]

Coffee? [She thrusts a mug at Ranma.] Unless you're still a cat. In which case, uh... I'm pretty sure I can snag some fish from the kitchens for you?

[Oh thank kami above she's decent. Ranma wouldn't have heard the end of it from the other ladies, primarily Akane, if she was seen in some woman's lap while they were au naturel.

That didn't stop her cheeks suffusing over to a reddish hue as if March was buck naked. Typically when she wakes up sitting on someone, it's Akane.

March's question is answered without a single peep uttered. The smaller pink gal bolts off March, standing unquestionably like a human. Suffice to say, it isn't the cat. Though that wasn't much for debate considering how much Yoiko was loving up on March last night without any ignominy, cuddling and nuzzling up on her and maybe one or two licks on the cheek. Less shameless and more bold than the flustered martial artist before her, who's fidgeting with her pigtail between her fingers.]

Um, yeah sure. I could use the jump start.

[Swiping the mug of joe from March, Ranma puts it up to her lips. Spending an inanely long period of sipping. She needed to say something, anything, because there's. Not really a normal answer she can give here, is there?]

... Sorry 'bout this. I don't usually get that attached t' people when I'm all... [Beat.] ... cat brained.

Edited 2025-12-23 03:15 (UTC)

Alesha Jeffords, yes. Dame Alesha Herezhade whenever we're out and about, but my Earthside name's growing on me. Ask me what I mean when we're done here.

[Here's a kid not to be underestimated.

Akane promised her that Ranma is even more talented than she was. She doubted that, frankly, but Alesha would readily believe he was more practiced and far more dangerous. Akane had the more powerful Aura, true, but Leesh had some idea of what kinds of advanced bullshit Ranma could pull with what he had.

This one would be a real challenge.]

The other heir to the legacy of Anything Goes Martial arts. Akane describes you as something of a holy terror. I expect to be impressed. You won't disappoint me, will you?

No worries! Yoiko's a delight. It's a very cute kitty~

[There's a devil on March's shoulder whispering to her to springboard off of that to start flirting with Ranma. The fiend is narrowly vanquished by the frying pan of common sense wielded by the angel on March's other shoulder screaming, "EVERNIGHT JUST STARTED GOING OUT WITH AKANE, WAIT AT LEAST A FEW DAYS." Truly, March's mercy and magnanimity knows no bounds.]

What's the last thing you remember? Just want to make sure what I need to catch you up on.

[Earthside? Another colloquialism for Earth from whence she came, probably. Eh, best to save any questions for later, like she suggested.

Ranma, in a show of unabashed modesty, preens at the woman's extolling. During their brief encounter, Ranma couldn't get a good read on her with ten other different kerfuffles going on. Standing here now, he's able to tell Alesha isn't nothing to scoff at either.]

Nope!~ [... In terms of battle prowess. Everything else......] Feeling's mutual, Akane had nothing but high praises for you. You're not gonna make a liar out of her now, are ya'?

[Ranma saunters over to a good spot with a leisurely gait, hands remaining in his pockets and a confident grin paraded proudly.]

I don't promise to win... but I don't plan to lose.

Full contact. My sword and board, my orisons, versus your technique and everflowing chi. Sound good?

[SPPPPPT-!

Barely stopping herself from spittaking out the caffeine from her cup, thankfully only getting a drizzle on the floor, she gulps down what's left, recharged and jolted out of her lethargy.]

Where'dya hear that name from-?

[Never mind, it's unimportant how March came by to learn the name of her sister persona. If what she's remembering is correct, then she's got a sneaky (and wrong) suspicion how. Sisters gossip with each other under the same roof, so under the same skull's probably not a reach.

Stress and question about that later, get to remembering now. Ranma sits her heinie back down on March's bed, propping her chin in her hand whilst recollecting her thoughts. It's slowly coming back to her now...]

I was followin' Akane on her date with your sis'. [Ranma's gonna. Conveniently skim past the Haruhi part, She doesn't need to hear that unsavory footnote in the story.] Lemme see... They found me out, so I pretended like I was the cat and...

[Hmm... What did happen beyond that?]

I'unno, guess I got spooked by a cat, 'cause the rest afterward's... [He blows a raspberry with a thumbs down, the manly way of saying his memory's kaput.]

Oh, that's what Akane named the cat in your brain. Does that name mean something to you, or...?

[Wait a minute. GASP! This is an emergency! Keenly aware of how she doesn't have a second to lose, March starts frantically searching her room. Aeons, if the worst happens, she'll NEVER be able to live it down.] Heads up, ehehe... [March is breaking out the "tehepero." This must truly be a dire situation.] I mayyyy have overindulged Yoiko on the fish a little last night...

C'mon! It was looking at me with those big cute kitty eyes! How could I resist! But, um, that might be a problem for you, so... HERE! [Bottle of antacids incoming.] In case you, er. Need those.

ANYWAYS. [Big ol' sweatdrop.] There weren't any other cats around, so you probably swapped with Yoiko since you were super relaxed from being doted on so much and the kitty REALLY wanted scritches.

In retrospect, the switch was pretty obvious... one second you were halfheartedly bapping a cat toy, the next Yoiko was purring up a storm.

[She named it?????????? The hell????? Graciously nothing as degrading as P-chan, she'd be more offended if it was something as asinine than getting treated like a pet. More than she already treats the cat squatting in her head.]

I dressed up as this knucklehead's little sis, that's the name I went by. Long story, isn't important.

[Brushing that lifestory aside... Ranma chose Yoiko as an alias to match with Ryoga's family naming convention. Yoiko sounded splendid for it to him, oddly well. Why Akane chose that old disguise as a basis is anyone's guess.

March........ Her deflecting and defending only results in Ranma's flat expression to drop lower and lower until it reaches the deepest chasm of the underworld. Girls and cats, Ranma'll never understand the appeal. Do chicks really find those mangy, vile, revolting monsters adorable. "Yoiko" gets a pass because its wearing her cute face.]

Bleh, that's why it tastes like I binged at an aquarium recently... [Smack smacking her lips. Thankfully the coffee's bitterness washed out the taste of sardines, tunas and whatever other March fed her. It. She catches the antacid bottle without flinching, inspecting it before tossing it right back to the other pink gal.] Keep 'em, I've ate worse. I don't get indigestion easily, besides whenever Akane was manning the stove months ago.

[It may not sound like it, but that's him complimenting and acknowledging that Akane has improved significantly. Night and day between the biohazards she produces and the fine edible dishes she can put out now. Either way, no more worrying about her intestines getting torn up again!

Obvious? Swapping... how? Ranma furrows the bridge of her brow together, having an intense staring match with the carpets of the room.]

That doesn't make a lick of sense. It's never done that before. The Neko-ken only comes out when... [Pause, debates to herself, before deciding it's not that lame if she's afraid while currently a girl.] ... when I can't handle being around cats.

[She's not even safe in her own dreams. There's been incidents where one nightmare where Ranma found himself drowning in a clowder of cats leads to Akane having to call her terrified catboy off the dojo roof. Mom had rejoined them, so that was super fun explaining why her son occasionally goes all feline... On the plus side, after spilling those traumatic beans, getting to watch her old man scramble around to as mom chased him around bashing his head with whatever heavy item she can heave over hers was gut-bustingly hilarious.

It isn't supposed to be able to take over on its own whim. They've always needed that shock to her system, that crushing fear that twists her gut and makes her sick before she forfeits control over to the cat. And now it just came out, no ailurophobia-inducing episode required. It... It goes against everything she knew about that "technique".]

Well, I mean-

[A red jellyfish pops up out from behind Ranma, holding a wooden sign that says "DON'T TELL HIM!" While seeing Evernight get sucked into the Anything Goes Comedic Stupidity Vortex is amusing, March still can't help but roll her eyes.

"She already knows. You're just being spiteful."
"But HER, of all people-"
"Shush."

To all appearances, March spaces out during the argument, eyes blank. (Really, March could carry on the conversation just fine if she wanted, but she needs to play this up and make it obvious for Ranma's sake.) She shakes her head and shakes the strange trance off with it after a moment, returning her attention to Ranma.]

You've already figured it out, right? The whole deal with me and Evernight. Sharing the same body and junk. I don't know what literal magic she used to pull the wool over your eyes when I switched right in front of you, but it must've been pretty impressive if you didn't suspect until her and Akane's date. Soooo, I have a little experience with this kind of thing.

It's like... [Unfortunately for Ranma, she's stuck with March having to explain this concept. Good luck, you two.] There's a wall between the two of us. In our brain. At first it was really thick, so I didn't even know Evernight was there.

But there's a button on each side of the wall, and if both of us push it, we switch who controls the body... or if one of us hits the button super hard, the force goes through the wall and presses the button on the other side too. The thing is, people can also build walls if they need someplace to hide, and then because there's a wall, there's someone else on the other side. You built a wall to hide behind because you're scared of cats, and now whenever you have to deal with too many cats, you hit that button as hard as you can, and who's on which side of the wall switches with you.

Last time, you didn't hit the button because you were scared. You hit it because being doted on by Akane like you were a kitty got you all relaxed, and so you kinda... slumped against it? Yoiko saw how much you were being spoiled and wanted out, so it hit the button too.

The thing is, now you'll have to adjust, because Yoiko knows it can hit the button now, and... here, lemme demonstrate.

[March pulls out a cat toy from the Anything Goes Comedy Subspace and waves it around, cheeky grin plain on her face.] Pspspspsps, Yoikoooo~

Bet you're feeling it now, huh, Ranma?

Edited 2025-12-24 21:46 (UTC)

[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???

[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.]

Edited 2025-12-26 19:25 (UTC)

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.

[ 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)

[It's getting close to Xmas. Based off the season, festivities and his own internal calendar, Ranma's making an educated guesstimate here. Regardless, 'tis the season to show your loved ones how much they mean to you. And after the stunt he pulled during her date, Ranma has to make it up to her! He has to do something special for her.

The royal kitchen will see a boom of usage this week. Ranma has come to learn this world isn't as once done, never forgotten/forgiven as home. To his incredulity, none of the cooks he- Yoiko filched fish from held it against him. Turns out calmly talking it out and apologizing can get you off the hook faster than waiting for them to simmer down. They gave him carte blanche to use their appliances as he sees fit too, so this wild horse isn't about to look a gift in the mouth.

Ranma's never baked sweets before. Confectionary never came up as an essential meal for him to figure out how to make. If he wanted something to sate his sweet tooth, he'd go out and buy it, use his womanly wiles to weasel freebies out of horny vendors, or sneak some when his old man couldn't get on his ass for tainting his masculinity. Gluttonous bastard just wanted them for himself, no doubt. This may be uncharted waters for him, but that's where he excels best. No time like the present to learn!

Chocolates are a shoo-in treat for the holidays. Christmas, Valentine's, White Day, it's a no-brainer why people gift them to their beaus and babes! Scrumptious, baking them is a cakewalk (badum tish!), he'll pour his heart out for his beautiful babe who deserves only the best!

...... H. He is grateful the choker is neither on nor able to announce his thoughts because boy would that've been awkward for everyone around to hear.

Ahem! The martial artist buckles down, follows the cookbook's recipe down to the letter, mixing and stirring up a bowl of fresh chocolates. Before he can pour the mixture into the pan and slap that bad boy in the oven, there's a roadblock.

What kind should he make? Plain chocolate with no additions to its palate? That's too boring and vanilla, pun once more intended! Caramel, mint, peanut butter, the list goes on! Question: how's a boy-girl to solve this conundrum!]

Yoo-hoo, yo! [Answer: set up a taste-testing stand outside of the kitchen! Ranma calls out and flags down anybody waltzing on by or heading to the eatery themselves. Several pieces of home-made chocolates were spread out on the table, thankfully with the forethought to make multiple batches so more than one tastetester can try, with a card noting what flavor beside their individual selection.] Free samples, get your free samples here!

[... If drastic measures call, he's got a bottle of water and an alluring outfit stored away in the event he needs to bust out to ol' Ranma-chan charm!]

[Akane's make it abundantly clear she wants him to take her seriously. See her as an honest to goodness martial artist. This past month she's honed her craft and shown significant improvement and potential she never openly shown before. He'd have to be an ignoramus to abjure her decree and her progress.

One of these gifts has to reflect that! And he knows just the place for the job!

Blacksmithing and metallurgy isn't exactly his forte, but during his travels and coming across smithies both old and still in business, seeing relics of the past and watching them mold weapons to life, Ranma's always had it in the back of his mind of wanting to take a crack at it. He gets dressed up, or rather the opposite in that he's wearing only the muscle shirt, jeans and a leather apron. Armed with a hammer in hand, Ranma scrutinizes the anvil, the forge, the whole shebang. He's got the tools, he's watching others at their station, now all he needs to figure out is what to actually make.

Blade, like a sword or dagger? No no, she probably has some hammerspaced on her. Armor? That's supernumerary, their bodies have already been bulked up and bolstered by their training and their ki, and while she isn't as durable as pork breath, she isn't exactly made of glass. That, and making a whole suit of armor from scratch when he's a novice is out of his depth and would take too long to build.

Dammit, hmm... Ranma wipes his forehead with his arm. Heat doesn't bother him much, but having to ruminate over what to make is getting him sweating. Nothing a quick dunking of his head in the quenching bucket won't fix!]

Whew!

[He, now she, pulls her head back, shaking the water out of her hair, droplets hissing as they evaporate on the smoldering ground and molten metal. Hopefully nobody minds the inappropriate use of the water... or has a conniption about what she's wearing, cause she ain't moving until she's done here!]

Edited 2025-12-27 05:26 (UTC)

[He was in the middle of buying supplies for another gift when he was approached. Gonna be real, he wasn't thinking he would have to watch toddlers and play babysitter while hand-stitching a dolly. Oh well, c'est la vie. It won't hinder his ability to actually work on his newest project, he tells himself as he sits with his supplies in hand and keeping a hawk's eye on the kids to make sure they don't get into trouble.

Time is frozen to a standstill in their world. If/when they go home, things'll resume as if they never left. The passage of time, however, apathetically carries on for them. Ranma hasn't really asked her, but he doesn't need to to know she has to miss him.

Her beloved piglet and his eternally hopeless with directions rival. "P-chan" grates on his nerves, taking advantage of his curse to sneak into her bed, and Ranma knows the minute Akane finds out her pet's true identity his goose is cooked into pork rinds and bacon (and the rest who knew and kept her out of the loop)... But Akane adores him. Finding a replacement is a no-go, so Ranma's making one for her.

If Lady Luck is feeling generous, her new P-chan'll make any possible outing sting less. Maybe. He brought along the material, the fabric to the cotton stuffing, to a tiny rubber ball. While he's at it working on his imprintwork, using meramancy on the ball to turn it into a speaker that oinks when its belly's poke is a genius idea. Focus, tune out everything that doesn't have to do with--

"Woaaaaaaah!!!~" Stitching. Ack, he nearly forgot about the kids! Ranma isn't startled per se when a little girl shows up on his left with awe brimming off her, just mildly taken off guard she snuck up on him! Him! "What a cute doggy...!"]

D-Doggy? [Wha. Sure, he hasn't gotten to the idiosyncrasies of a pig yet like the snout or curly tail, but huh?????] You got it wrong squirt! This isn't a dog, it's a piggy!

[What's more troublesome than one inquisitive kid?

"Oh, oh mister/miss! Can you do a bird?"

Two, as a little boy takes his right side hanging off his arm.

"And a bear!" "Tiger!" "Axolotl, make an axolotl mister/miss!"

Two becomes a gaggle of young children flocking around the martial artist, figuratively backed into a corner.]

H-Hold on! All ya'll back up for a sec'! I'm not makin' this for any of you! So stuff it and--

[Gilligan cut to twenty minutes later, Ranma's waving off another satisfied child running off with their new toy lion, before getting to the next.

Curse these spoiled kids and their mastery over guilt-tripping! All it took was those big sad, wet eyes and pleads to get him to change his mind! Honestly... he's impressed they learnt that trick at such a young age. Kudos to those tots. Ranma sighs with all the energy of somebody working a 9-to-5er they aren't paid enough for, pulling over a basket... which is currently devoid of supplies. He cranes his head over and whistles out to the nearest person in earshot.]

Think ya' can do a guy/girl a solid and fetch me some fabric?

[If you think he wouldn't use one of the kids to emotionally blackmail them into assisting, you're dead wrong cause he's nodding his head towards the latest kid who looks so heartbroken about not getting the stuffed duck they wanted.]

[Ranma's shift at the daycare isn't up yet. But he doesn't stick to being a walking Build-a-Bear workshop either. Several of the kiddies were happy enough with their requested too, running off to go play with it, but a small crowd stayed attached to Ranma's hip. Asking him a bunch of questions, like what's with the weird hair (which. was very cutting to hear from a kid but he wore his darnedest poker face... aka he looked like he'd been shot), innocent questions like that.

Naturally, they have to ask if toymaking was his job, and he obliges with a casual answer.]

Nope! Call it a side gig I'm doing for fun! My real calling's... [Boasting proudly with his whole chest, Ranma shadowpunches the air to the admiration of the remaining kids, with stars in their eyes and mouths stuck agape.] ... the arts!

["Ohhhh, cooooooool! I wanna do the arts!"

"Me too, me too! Teach us, pleaaaaase!"

...

Smash cut yet again, although this time around...]

Keep your arms straight! Turn with your hips while you're punching!

[None of the kids needed to pull the wet doe eyes trick on him again. They were all in a single file line, yelling out what sounds like kiais, while they imitate another kid striking a dummy set up. As for Ranma...]

Ayumi, when you're punching, you're gonna wanna keep your thumb out of your fist. You'll hurt yourself punching like that.

[He's overseeing them from atop the dummy the front kid (Ayumi)'s striking. She gives a nod and a chipper "Yes sensei!" before resuming her punching.

It took a hell of a lot of convincing the staff to let him do all this, having to reassure them over and over and over that he knows what he's doing. All of them will be fine, they're sticking to the basics he went through at their age... minus the extreme measures on account of them being untrained. He's not his father, he's not gonna throw them into a cat lion's den and tell them to have at it.

Though nobody'd blame any naysayers if they took issue with Ranma teaching kids VIOLENCE.]

[As for Ryu... Well. He is gently pulling apart two kids, one of whom was half-way to an ambush.]

Okay, what's this about?

[He listens carefully to the complaint. At least part of it was that some kids were definitely flagging already.]

Hm. Well, that's true, but is there anything else you're feeling right now?

["My head hurts."]

[Ryu inspects, careful to make sure nothing's broken before he continues.]

Hm. Well, whatcha think? is it bad enough for the infirmary?

["... No."]

Then let's see what we can do, here...

[Some water helps. Still, early point of failure, it might be time for a break...]

[Well. If Ranma doesn't get annoyed about him butting in, first.]

[Ena's mental state is a little off; she hasn't quite shaken off the malaise post-Christmas, so to help get herself back in gear, she decided to volunteer at the atelier. That, in turn, has her working with everyone's favorite washable paints, and she's... honestly been having a blast? It's been helping to keep her mind off things, and she seems a little less down compared to even just this morning, if not totally back to normal. She's taking a quick break to rest her hands when she hears Ranma, of all people, signaling for help, and she pops just her head around the corner to see what's going on...

...oh. Oh, dear, he got himself in over his head, huh.]

Fabric, huh? What, did you end up making presents for the kids? That's sweet of you. [Said totally honestly.] Sure, I'll see what's in the stores, and if you need more after that, I'll hit the market real quick. Just the felt, or you need more stuffing too?

[She steps around the corner fully now so he can see her; she's wearing a ridiculous apron that's clearly set aside from the last person that taught the kids how to paint, covered in every color known to man and a few the Everbloom may have created.]

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💧 December Catch-All 💧

Cat Herded (Closed to March 7th)

Martial Artist v. Paladin (Closed to Alesha)

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

I. Collar of Shame & Love (Ranma)

II. Nine Lives Best Spent (Yoiko)

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'Tis the Season | Mid - Late December | Around Castle & Rosavelle

I. Gotta Do The Cooking By The Book (Infusery)

II. Smitten by Smelting (Imprintwork/Elementalism)

III. Stuffed & Nonsense (Imprintwork/Meramancy + Helping Hands at the Atelier Pt. 1)

QUESTSSSSSSS| Around Castle & Rosavelle | Mid - Late December

I. Helping Hands at the Atelier Pt. 2

Re: I. Helping Hands at the Atelier Pt. 2

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