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

[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.