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Date: 10/22/23 18:24 (UTC)
catsgothistongue: (Take a seat)
From: [personal profile] catsgothistongue
[Trust him, he's had his fair share of run-ins with being mind controlled to do things like attack people or fall in love with a rival. If he ever were controlled and forced to do actual harm to people or worse, he'd be 100% understanding if they had to do anything drastic to him to get him to stop... Even if that means having to get pelted with pussycats.

If there's anything to say about Ranma, it's that he's thick headed. In the good way that he's durable as hell. A simple bump on his noggin from hitting the wall wasn't going to put him that easily. He's had plenty worse. Finishing his hair, Ranma almost couldn't help but smirk, bemused by Bakugou's utter bewilderment. He can explain the hair situation later. For now, Ranma's leaning against the wall whilst Bakugou is busy getting his own shower. Good thing Ranma didn't use all the hot water.]


Yep. That's the Kachลซ Tenshin Amaguriken. It's a simple technique meant to help me move, punch and strike faster. Trained by having to pluck chestnuts roasting on an open flame and needing to be fast enough to not get burnt. I was already pretty fast beforehand, but I needed the little speed boost at the time, so how could I refuse?

['Little speed boost', he says as if his arms weren't just bright flashes of light mere seconds ago. Though he honestly did just want to brag about himself some so there's that.]

Date: 10/22/23 19:17 (UTC)
catsgothistongue: (Tactical)
From: [personal profile] catsgothistongue
[Good question! Luckily it didn't seem like Ranma used too much of it. There's plenty enough for Bakugou's spiky mane to be washed with!

The martial artist couldn't bite down that amused chuckle, shaking his head to himself with a shrug.]


Only the bamboo top part. I didn't go running for fifty miles with a shell on my back. [Least Ranma's father wasn't that bad in regard...] It was mostly large rocks and boulders of different sizes each day. [... Never mind.] Hey, I eat regular food too! When it wasn't getting stolen by my old man, and when we had it. It wasn't like I was out there eating worms or bark or whatever was around daily. Just... occasionally needing to resort to desperate means to not starve.

[Sink or swim. There's never been a more apt colloquialism to describe Ranma's training and childhood as a whole. There's never been a single second spent that wasn't made up of training, training, and you guessed it, training. A lot of people that had heard of some of Ranma's training tend to wonder things like how he even survived this long or how his old man hadn't been arrested for this sort of "training regimen". There's prepping future heroes (or martial artists in this case) for a challenging test, then there's just borderline criminally insane and blatant violations of all sorts of rights.]

But when you're training to be a martial artist, sometimes you've got to do all sorts of things in order to be the best at your craft.
catsgothistongue: (Sneer)
From: [personal profile] catsgothistongue
[Ranma failed to pick up the rhetorical tone in Bakugou's question, sitting on the edge of the sink while answering his question.]

Hey, not all of us are born with superpowers waiting to be awakened someday, hoping you'd be lucky to get something good. It was hard work, and a lot of it was insane, but without it, I wouldn't be as good as I am today.

[That wasn't intended to come off as bitter, and he didn't mean for it to. He's just gotten somewhat defensive over people asking about the things he can do. People asking just what his 'Quirk' was. First he thought it was just another thing for people to call him strange. But he still remembers some people's faces just being completely flabbergasted that he's 'Quirkless' and yet could do things no ordinary people could do, with some even thinking that he's just lying about it to make himself look better than everyone.

He's a prideful asshole who likes showing off, yes. But that? That thought just boiled his blood at the mere thought that everything he could do, he was just born with some grand ability. That it was something given to him without merit or that he simply got lucky in some superpower lottery. That he hadn't had to sacrifice most of his life shedding so much blood, sweat and tears into perfecting his martial arts just to be thought as just some superpower. It just felt like all his hard effort was being amounted to nothing.]


We did, but I only lived in it for a few months before my old man decided to take me on the training trip. Don't even remember much about it, I was only about a couple months old at that time. Not that I'll ever have the chance to see it again, cause it got destroyed a while back. At least mom's back with us at the dojo we're living in, so I guess it isn't too much of a loss...

[Ranma scoffed and looked over at the shower, watching Bakugou's silhouette on the curtains bathing himself.]

Maybe. But a lot of what I've done or have been through got me where I am today. I'm sure you've done things to train your little Quirk better so you can do more than sweat boom juice to blow up.

Date: 10/22/23 23:34 (UTC)
catsgothistongue: (*cat hiss sfx*)
From: [personal profile] catsgothistongue
Yeah? So are most of the people I know from back home. Just goes to show not everyone needs to be born with super powers to be a threat.

[U.A. is a lot more secure than Furinkan High, but that didn't mean Ranma's "entourage" decided to leave him be outside of class. Usually their fights were kept back in Nerima most of the time, but occasionally some of his familiar rogue gallery popped up to say hello. That hello being smashing through walls, annoying chortling laughter, or proclamations telling him to die. Only reason why no one's been arrested from the fighting and the ensuing property damage that may follow is due to Ranma usually only fighting back in self-defense, and his enemies running off before the police could track them down. And all of those people weren't born with Quirks either, just trained for most of their lives to get as strong as they are now.

Ranma already considers himself a freak of nature and biology as a whole due to his curse. Being theorized to be some monster created from some mad quack doctor's lab or genetically engineered only served to frustrate him to no end. It isn't like he could explain with a straight face to these people that he's got a curse, because even when he does, they just laugh him off because magic doesn't exist. But literal supers? Now that's a lot more believable!]


Just a little. Mostly a hardass, greedy, lazy idiot who can't think before he drags me into his messes while preaching about how I should 'be a man' and 'accept responsibility and have honor' when he wouldn't know honor and responsibility if it smacked him in the face before stomping on his balls for good measure. But he's one of the least insane people I've known. [Which is saying a lot.

As Bakugou pulled back the curtains, Ranma instinctively got in a battle pose ready to counteract the explosions to come. In that moment, Ranma immediately took notice of the other guy's toned body, muscular from training and combat. There were those two gigantic, hard-to-miss puncture wounds scarring on his torso that were certainly intriguing. Much like Katsuki with his own scars, though, Ranma doesn't think to ask or acknowledge them. Every man has his own battles they walk away with scars from.

... That, and the sound of a woman shouting made Ranma jump up high and, in the most literal sense, clung to the celing like a scared cat complete with wide eyes. A few seconds of awkward silence pass, before Ranma let go of the ceiling and dropped down, regaining his composure with a fake clear of his throat.]


Probably best we don't start a fight here. Sounds like your mom'd have both of our heads if we even dared trying. [In retrospect, he probably could've left a while ago back to... Bakugou's room, he guesses? He turned to go do just that before the two of them start a brawl in the bathroom that'll end up with one angry scolding and reprimanding.]
catsgothistongue: (Casual)
From: [personal profile] catsgothistongue
Eh, it's a little... hectic, but you get used to it after the first five or six years.

[Likewise, Ranma (and practically a lot of others from his home) were in for one hell of a culture shock by the existence of Quirks and Heroes. Turns out there were remote parts of the world that preferred to live things as they were before the first Quirk user, a luminescent baby, was born. They didn't want to move on with the world, to stay in the archaic times. Nerima were one of these places. Others, like the Joketsuzoku village in China, simply didn't keep up with the times due to how backwater and anachronistic it was.

Ranma didn't even mean to end up here. He only ended up in Musutafu by sheer accident while trying to get away from Kodachi, who was currently pursing the redhead girl trying to 'steal' her Ranma away from her. It was only thanks to the fact he found a communal bathhouse that he was able to change back and hide out until she continued her chase elsewhere. That was one problem down, just another: Finding out where he was. The only thing he found, as usual, was trouble when he saw someone being cornered by a group of criminals threatening to end him with their quirks. Before the ruffians could make good on their threats, they were quickly dispatched with a kick here and a couple jabs to certain pressure points there. All was well and good...

... Until the guy, who turned out to be a detective named Naomasa Tsukauchi, asked him if he had a provisional hero license. After an awkward and tense silence capping off with Ranma asking 'what the hell that is', it was revealed that Ranma just committed vigilantism and would normally be taken in. Because of course that's just his luck... Were it not for the fact that Detective Tsukauchi hadn't recommended he take the entrance exam to U.A. under his recommendation since he was somewhat impressed by the martial artist's prowess and he did just help him out of a sticky pickle.

Go to jail, or go to some bigshot hero school. It was a no-brainer. Needless to say with his skills and that he's faced tougher foes than robots (though admittedly, that was new for him), Ranma aced the exam. It was only after it was revealed on his application that he put he was 'Quirkless' (though he had bounced the idea of bullshitting one like 'Adaptability' or 'Swap', he also didn't know enough about Quirks at the time to try and come up with something) that the world started to catch wind of the scope of what 'Quirkless' people can do, and the insanity, chaos and bedlam that Ranma Saotome brought with him. The things he could do in fights were just the tipping point, as a water fountain suffering a faulty faucet made things a lot more... complicated for both him, and for the world of heroes when the lean, muscular 5'5" raven-haired martial artist shrank down to a petite and cute 4'11" red-haired girl. Right in front of most of her classmates and anyone else who happened to be in that hallway at the time...

Needless to say, Ranma hasn't really tried to explain much or give much out about his home life for a plethora of reasons. Such as he didn't need anyone snooping into his business, which is why people showing up to the dojo, while initially seemingly good for business, quickly turned sour due to either some of the new students' incompetency at learning even the bread and butter basics, or because a few made some comments that ticked off Akane and scared them off. Likewise, Ranma didn't want any potential villains learning anything. These guys weren't just prideful, arrogant fighters who held some petty grudge to him or were just doing things for sadistic though comical glee. These guys were legitimate criminals who can, will and has killed countless people in the past. And much like how the hero world saw profit in what Ranma and whatever was was back home could provide, so could villains who wouldn't think twice about using that sort of info and power for their own nefarious goals.]


Not going to disagree with you there...

[Likewise, while he was spending his classes here, Ranma had been studying and analyzing his classmates and other classes' abilities and quirks. Finding out what makes them tick, how useful would they be, how he can take advantage and use that against them in case of a future fight. Some weren't that suited for combat like Hagakure, while others like Todoroki definitely held a lot of promise and expertise with their own Quirks and Powers. But with every power came weaknesses. Ranma made sure to pick up on any he could see, all while making sure he doesn't ever reveal his full deck in his hand until dire times. After all, not a lot of the fights here hit or felt as hard as back home, so he needed to pull punches. Be it in his own strength, or neglecting specific techniques.

Ranma had taken to sitting at Bakugou's desk... Not even on the seat, but was sitting on the desk. As the blonde boy entered the room, the martial artist stretched and popped his arms.]
Nope. This isn't the first time I spent a night away from the dojo. Besides, knowing my luck, trying to call someone from home will just lead to some unwanted faces wanting to stop by and knock on the door.

[By "knock on the door", he means they'll break the wall down with zero regards or care who is inside.]
catsgothistongue: (Relaxed)
From: [personal profile] catsgothistongue
I don't know, that's around how old I was when I realized that life and people sometimes sucks at times.

[Hard not to have a slightly cynical chip on your shoulder after dealing with a sorry excuse of a father who lied, steal, and did all sorts of things to you in the name of his legacy being passed on.

Ranma would argue the whole 'needing a hero license' nonsense is complete BS. Why does hero work need to be relegated to behind a card or a title? Shouldn't his being a martial artist enough to qualify as doing the right thing? Because like hell he's just going to sit there and not rush into trouble if it meant saving lives!

If anything, labeling himself (truthfully) as Quirkless seemed more beneficial in his favor. After all, in this world comprised of mostly supers and Quirk-users, hearing someone doesn't have one would make them underestimate them. It opens up arrogance of an easy win, leaves more sloppy openings for the quote-unquote "powerless" person to take advantage of. He has had some idiots from other classes try to 'teach him a lesson about how the world works' after school that usually ended with those same idiots very, very sore coming the next two to three weeks...

... Which is why his curse being labeled as his 'Quirk' irks him to hell and back. So much so that he had tried rebutting against the claims, though not everyone either believed him, or simply just didn't care about it because 'guy turns to hot chick'. He might've had to threaten one or two students who were dumb enough to try and oogle at his form or tried splashing him by 'accident', one of them being that little purple gremlin in 1-A. Needless to say, after threatening to tear off his balls, and not the ones on his head, and feed them to him, he left him alone after that. Though at the same time, it could be a good thing not anyone special knows about the Jusenkyo springs. A villain with say a telekinetic or water controlling quirk could easily get all the waters and flood cities. Whatever citizens that didn't drown would be cursed into pigs, geese, ducks, and more.

Ranma had definitely picked up on some of his classmates that'd benefit a lot from training at the dojo. Though he's certain some of them would make his acquaintances from back home freak out. It's not every day you see someone born with a tail that wasn't the result of magic, curses, or human-animal hybrids. At the same time, however, Ranma isn't exactly qualified to teach anyone actual martial arts technique outside of the occasional pointer here and there. A lot of what he learnt also took many, many years for him to pick it, and he was a prodigy that was able to memorize and understand most forms in just a snap.]


Alright, alright. Don't throw such a hissy fit, I didn't know anything over.

[Yes Ranma, that's exactly the issue he has here, not the fact you're perching on his desk like some kind of bird. Ranma slid right into the chair, crossing a leg over the other as he leaned back.]

Nah, I tend to wake up whenever I do. Just don't dump buckets of water on me or blow me up as an alarm, and things should be good.