Aaaaction!

[wildhorse]

Who: Ranma Saotome, some macho chick Akane Tendo, and YOU!
When: 3/27
Where: Genessia City, outside a random archway from the Bay
What: Two lost and confused newcomers and possible harbingers of the Nerima apocalypse arrive.

As was all-too-common in Genessia these days, two people were standing under the arch leading to the Bay. One of them was a red-headed girl with waterlogged shoes, who was looking around with all the open-jawed shock of a tourist fresh off the boat. She glanced down several times at the paperwork in her hand, then at her companion, then at the surrounding buildings. Words seemed to be failing her.

Finally, after what seemed like a long, long few seconds, Ranma spoke. "Wow. So this must be what it's like to be Ryoga."

Comments

[tomboytendo]

"Of COURSE I do!" What doesn't kill her only makes her stronger... yeah, that could very well explain it!

"You're just such a brain dead loser you can't even APPRECIATE the work I put into my cooking!"

Wut.

[wildhorse]

"I appreciate it just fine! The results, not so much." Ranma folded her arms over her chest, digging in her mental heels. "Kuno tries pretty hard but that doesn't work out very well for him, either."

Oh yeah. She went there.

[tomboytendo]

Akane glowers at Ranma. She.. did she just... seriously.. "Are you seriously comparing me to KUNO?!"

That is like. THE SUPREME insult!

[wildhorse]

"Some things no amount of tryin' can help." And it galled her to say that, considering who she was, but it was kinda true...how many of her problems had she solved by coming at them from an oblique angle?

[tomboytendo]

"Maybe for a QUITTER, but I'm not about to give up. Just you watch, I'll show you!" You will eat her cookies sooner or later you jerk. And they will be good! SO GOOD YOU'LL DIE EATING THE..wait.

Well if he's going to bring Nerima-ites into this, so can she! "And anyway, Ryoga-kun liked my cooking."

[wildhorse]

Quitter? Quitter?! Oh no she didn't! Ranma folded her arms behind her head faux-casually. "You could feed Ryoga any ol' slop and he'd be perfectly happy with it."

Ranma had decided long ago she wasn't going to out P-Chan, but that didn't mean she couldn't make the occasional joke at Ryoga's expense. And it probably flew right over Akane's head too.

[tomboytendo]

Oh yes she did!

"Don't pick on Ryoga-kun when he's not even here!" Not cool Ranma, at least give the man a chance to defend himself! "And besides, that's not true because Ryoga-kun is more of a gentleman than you!"

Are they getting a wee bit sidetracked with the issue here?

Bad idea it might be, it's still hilarious

[wildhorse]

"You're the one who brought Ryoga up in the first place!" If they were getting sidetracked, Ranma was way too worked up to notice.

Maaaaaybe putting these people in the same house was a bad idea.

MWahaha :D

[tomboytendo]

"SO WHAT?" Akane stomped a foot forward, "Ryoga-kun is at least a friend, you went and compared me to Kuno."

Who ... to be fair... IS kind of a friend, but he's also kind of a great big dorkberry.

[wildhorse]

"I compared you to Kuno because you're both clueless!" Didn't their original argument have something to do with food? Ranma was kind of losing track here. "Salt doesn't go in pudding, Akane. Even I know that!"

[tomboytendo]

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING CLUELESS YOU MANGIRL?"

Yeah there was definitely a point to the conversation that spiraled into an argument that was making less and less sense by the second.

"I KNOW Salt doesn't go into PUdding!" She's just bad at paying attention. THEY'RE BOTH WHITE, OKAY. "And I DON'T need Cooking lessons FROM YOU."

[wildhorse]

"MANGIRL?!"

Insulting Ranma's masculinity was a definite no-no. You could practically hear her teeth grinding as she sucked in a deep breath, then boomed in the kind of voice that could probably be heard the next block over:

"I'M A GUY YOU MACHO TOMBOY!"

[tomboytendo]

Except he isn't! At least not right now. Still, why split hairs right? But in either case, Ranma roaring at her like that only gets her to glare back at him, "Ranma... you.. are such an..." Fume Fume. No, you know what. She reaches out for the nearest piece of furniture, which happens to be a chair, hefts it over her head and swings it down. "IDIOT!"

She pivots on that note, to storm out of apartment with clenched fists. She's going shopping. And then she's going to cook something. And then you will eat it and DIE. No wait. Eat it and like it.