Amberion
Mighty #9
Regular mortals are basically extras in a martial arts movie. They die in one hit, are pitiful one-on-one compared to an exalt, but send enough of them after an exalt and they can wear him down through attrition.
Martial Artist Quest: Chasing Giant Fire Birds [Ranma/Exalted]
- Thread starter Jemnite
- Start date
- Location
- USA
funny, but not true, mortals still roll dice and we just got various successes as an awakened mortal
I am well aware of their story significance, if you haven't noticed I was explicitly asking on dice numbers.
Exalted has explicit rules for stating a mortal, not all mortals are mooks.
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- Location
- East of Sun, West of Moon
Yes, but mortals - even Awakened ones - do not get Excellencies, and thus, have no limit to their non-existent dice-adders. Inasfar as one exists, the only rule I seem to recall is a universal (Essence) dice for non-Exalted beings with no other limit specified, in which case Awakened mortals - capped at Essence 3 - are even more SOL.
- Location
- USA
wait, are you saying that due to such an oversight mortals can be cheesed out?
alright, but what can they actually expect to, reasonably, roll
- Location
- East of Sun, West of Moon
Under 2.5 rules, a peak human rolls 13 dice (Attribute 5 + Ability 5 + Speciality 3) before tools, internal penalties, and the like. An Enlightened mortal could then add up to +3 given the appropriate magics, for a total pool of 16 dice and an average of 8 successes on an enhanced roll.
3rd Edition, mortals cannot be Enlightened, and Specialities are limited to adding a single bonus dice, for a mortal cap of 11 dice.
For reference:
- Difficulty:
- This is the number of successes required for what a normal person would consider possible, but somewhat challenging - the kind of thing you can do yourself, but might prefer a professional for if it is at all important. For example, anyone could make a chair given the right tools and materials, but if given the choice you would probably want someone who has some experience with carpentry.
- This is the number of successes required for difficult actions; the kind of things you need an expert to perform with any regularity. While it is strictly speaking possible for an untrained person to perform an appendectomy with the right instructions, most people would prefer a trained medic.
- At this level, even experienced professionals are uncertain of the outcome. Convincing an experienced businessman to back a risky proposal, for instance.
- This is about the limit for what the best of the best can perform with any degree of regularity; this is the performing level of olympic athletes, world-famous performers, cutting-edge researchers, ace pilots and the like.
- This is the realm of the legendary, things that represent the absolute pinnacle of human ability. Not just world records, but events worthy of legend in and of themselves; the impossible 2-mile sniper shot, surviving a three-day march through the Saharah desert without water, curing a patient of AIDS...
- Dice Pools:
- 2 dice (an average of 0.8 successes) is what the average untrained, unskilled mortal can throw around.
- 4 dice (1.6 successes) is what the average professional will possess.
- 6 dice (2.4 successes) is about the limit for what "normal" people can reach, given enough time and dedication. It is also about the level of an inexperienced, but very talented person - someone who has the potential to be truly great, but not yet lived up to it.
- 8 dice (3.2 successes) is only for people both talented and experienced. This is about the best most people will ever see or meet, nevermind be; successful businessmen, most athletes, popular artists, and talented surgeons.
- 11 dice (4.4 successes) is the absolute pinnacle of human capability; Sun Tzu, Cleopatra, Leonardo Da Vinci, Manfred Von Richthofen, Albert Einstein, Erwin Rommel, Alan Turing, Freddy Mercury...
- Location
- Dual citizen of SV&SB
Just found this. It's awesome, and feels like everything I want from a ranma fic! ...Granted, I don't know everything I want from a ranma fic, so that is extra neat.
Though, in the latest update, this part feels broken. What up with the "Anything at all?"
Though, in the latest update, this part feels broken. What up with the "Anything at all?"
Song by Willie Nelson
Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
On the Road Again
On the Road to Lookshy
Hundred Kingdoms
Rising Wood, RY 763
Over the course of the night, the old man and I plotted out a path to Lookshy. When he told me about the city, he told me about a large grand and ancient ruin that was colonized by descendants of a legion long gone, an army of some shogun or the other who had died long ago. They carried on their ancestors traditions by building a large militaristic city state which dominated their allies with sword and fire. Also, they had magic powers carried in their blood or something.
It didn't sound that different from the phoenix, so I figured that would be the first place Saffron would go. And if it was, it was at least a place he would surely be interested in.
The old man already had a plan in mind for getting to Lookshy. He wanted me to take a riverine barge, head down the river, maybe see the sites a bit. Then I'd disembark at Nexus, change ships, and head down all the way to the sea on maybe a different barge. I'd be able to reach Lookshy in maybe a bit over fifteen or sixteen days if I went with his plan.
So he was really surprised when I proposed a plan of my own. A plan that would involve me traveling out into the wilds alone. In the dangerous dark wilds with nothing more than a change of clothes and supplies for the long trip. No one to help me, or to travel with to stay safe. I told him that I wanted to use the opportunity for training.
Unsurprisingly, he vehemently disagreed. Vehemently.
"Are you insane?!" He yelled, pounding the table. It shook from the abuse. "You're just healed, you can't really be thinking of going out again, let alone on roads that even able bodied warriors refuse to travel alone on. Your body has atrophied over weeks of doing just nothing but lying in bed. No matter your confidence, this is suicide!"
"The reason that I want to go is exactly because my body has atrophied over a week of doing nothing." I repeated. He wasn't as stubborn as I was. He'd have to cave, sooner or later. "On a boat, traveling, I won't have the chance to retrain my body. It'll be moving, there won't be enough space, generally it's not a route I want to take if I want to build up."
"But on the road, there's freedom. I'm not stuck inside a boat waiting-"
"Freedom to go kill yourself, you mean!" The old man cut me off with a roar. "You may think that your plan is oh so clever, but you underestimate your travels, and you over-estimate yourself! You'll kill yourself through this!"
We argued for a good portion of the night, back and forth, forward and backwards. Eventually, my persistence and tenacity won out, and he was forced to concede to my view. Redrawing the route completely, this time instead I would take an overland route across the rolling hills and fields of the Hundred Kingdom and across the vast tributaries which fed into the great rivers proper of the river Province rather than sailing down them.
It extended the route by several days, but that was alright. I was used to traveling quickly truth be told, and I was fully capable of make up for the lost time.
Or... at least I thought I was. Anyway, what I thought was usually right anyway because I was usually right anyways. Right.
We spent the rest of the early evening talking about what I would need for the trip. Obviously food and maybe camping supplies, but some other more esoteric things he recommended too. Dumplings to leave behind at roadside shrines, good luck charms for the road, and an assortment of money. Honestly, money was a sort of bad thing for any traveler to carry around in large amounts- it made you much more likely to get robbed, but the old man assured me that it was needed.
I think he was implying that I should have it to pay tolls, but the way he kept mixing spirits into things was weird. I guess that it was just a sort of cultural thing or something? Maybe this place was particularly backwoods. Either way I wasn't going to refuse if he kept trying to push money on me. Even if it was just one of those road traditions that didn't make much sense, money was still money and I could still use it for other things.
Eventually, after a long night of discussion we came up with something that would work, even if he wasn't especially pleased with it. So, I bid him goodnight and went to borrow a futon for an early day tomorrow.
"And remember not to spit anywhere near the road lest-"
"Bad luck will fall upon me and then my travels will suffer misfortune forever." I said. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Are you going to keep lecturing, or are we going to actually do this now?"
The old man sighed. "Matoi, bring the bag."
"It's a bit heavy." Matoi called out from back inside the building. Apparently she was having a bit of trouble lifting it. I sighed. I had to do everything. I went back inside, and with a heave, took the giant rucksack from her hands and walked outside with it on my back.
"I got it, don't worry." I walked back up to the old man. "So, this is it, huh?"
"It seems so." He nodded.
And then I realized something. Something incredibly important that I forgot to ask all this time for some insane reason. It was so incredibly stupid, I felt really stupid for forgetting it.
"I..." I tried to present the question that wouldn't make me seem incredibly stupid. "You've done a lot for me... and I feel like I should thank you someday. Uh, how should I contact you?"
The old man gave me a stare. Just a stare. "You're asking for my name, aren't you?"
"...yes." I admitted. "I completely forgot to ask, and so I'm asking you now."
I said it without any shame in my voice, because I wasn't. Ashamed, that was. I wasn't ashamed at all.
The old man started to laugh. He started to laugh so hard, he doubled over, and kept laughing. Just laughing and laughing and laughing. I actually became worried for a bit that he was going to fall over to choke to death on his laughter.
"Hey." I said, worried. "Are you alright?"
That just made him laugh some more. After a while, he managed to stop himself, and drew himself back upright again. He attempted to regain some of his composure, but he was failing pretty badly.
"My apologies, I don't know what came over me." He said. I don't really know either, but alright. "My name.. is Huojin. You may ask a traveler to pass along a message to me if you make to Lookshy and inform this poor old man."
"Right." I nodded firmly, committing the name to memory. "I will try to remember that. Thank you a thousand times over for your help. I won't forget it."
"Then, if you want to repay your debt, how about giving me some peace of mind?" The old man- Huojin asked. Rustling through a pocket. Bringing out a small metal trinket, he pressed it into my hand. "Carry this with you."
"What is it?" I asked as I brought it up closer to examine. It was like... some sort of bronze thing? It looked half melted and there was like a smiling face on it or something. Tiny little things were scratched into the side and filled up with some sort of blue clay that had hardened under heat. "It looks strange."
"It is a good luck charm, to keep you alive in times of great danger." Old man Huojin said. "Copper mixed with zinc, acid etched, and decorated with blue clay. When danger comes, or the greatest battle of your life arrives, prick your finger with it hard enough to draw blood, and pray. It will save your life."
"I- well, thanks." I said. This old guy.... was really way too nice. Almost made me a bit suspicious, but he seemed to be honest, and I usually judged people correctly. "I will keep it with me."
(Good luck charm obtained)
"Good luck on the road and safe travels." Old man Huojin bowed.
I bowed back. "I will. I wish you the best of luck and all of my thanks."
And then I set off. To a brand new future.
"Yappa paa, yappa paa, ishante~" I sang as I trod along the dirt road. I had been making a good pace for most of the day. The rucksack on my back had barely slowed me down, and I had gone the entire day at this pace without slowing down.
I looked up to gauge the position of the sun and saw it sinking down already. I guess... that was enough distance for me to cover today. I looked for a nearby tree to gain a better line of sight from. There- that one looked fine for the role. Dropping my pack at the base by the roots, I scampered up it.
Once I was wedged between a few branches I turned outwards and scanned the horizon for any good spots. That one looked like a goo spot. I could see that it was near some sort of natural occurrence, the trees there grew much thicker and I could see that they were more closely clustered together. Most likely a sort of stream or other water source that fed the nearby wildlife.
It would do nicely as a camping spot. I scampered back down the tree, grabbed my rucksack and headed off.
I sighed a breath of relief. This... was much harder than it had been when I was at full strength. Well, it didn't really matter, I had told the old man that I could handle it, and I wasn't going to make myself a liar. I was going to handle it.
Besides, I had finished already.
I straightened up from my bent over position and surveyed my campsite. It was simpler than I usually built them, but it was very nice looking. Considering that I wouldn't be staying here too long, just long enough to train most of the evening, sleep the rest of the night, and then when morning came the next day- tear it down it made sense to keep it simpler than I usually built them. When I usually went out for training trips I stay for up to a month at a time working out.
For example, instead of the giant log punching dummy to practice on, I had simply used a local tree and scratched out a target to hit. Instead of smoothing out a giant rock pillar to meditate on, I had cleared out a space of dirt on the ground and marked the edges with small rocks. And, my traps were simple, only intended to last the night.
But it was still good work. I decided that it was enough, and I began shucking off my clothing down to my waist. It was time to start the training session.
First I was thinking a hundred pushups... and maybe a hundred situps... and maybe a hundred squats should be enough. I had already run way more than 10km today, so that was that taken care of. If I did it every single day that should be enough.
"Hey kid." Someone said.
I looked around immediately, leaping into a ready position. "Who- oh, it's you."
My inner self from before was waving back at me. I noticed that he was looking different. Where he had originally just looked like a clone of me with yellow eyes, there was some blue leeching into the edges of his eyes, and some blue writing was scribbled all over his arms. The blue mixed in with the natural yellow of his eyes made an interesting green mix.
"You look different." I informed him. He nodded.
"Don't worry about it." He brushed it off. "It's just some of that magic that Huojin used has a bit of effects. The scribbles should go away."
"And the eyes?" Were those going to go away too?
"The eyes are just a reminder." He told me. "Don't worry about either."
"...if you say so." I replied. I didn't really feel that was safe, and I was somewhat worried about the eyes even though he told me not to worry about them, but my inner self was my inner self, and if I couldn't trust myself, who could I trust? "So, where were you last night?"
"Sleeping, what else?" He replied cheekily. I rolled my eyes, and waited for him to actually give his real answer. "Ok, right, the reason I wasn't there last night was because there was already a wise mentor type character, and I didn't want to steal his spotlight about teaching you secret revelations or whatever."
"Secret revelations." I snorted. "Like there's anything you can know that I don't already know. You're me, remember?"
"Not just you." He replied. "A smarter you. For example, I speak more eloquently, and my words and more delicately phrased. I'm basically you if you didn't sound dumb."
"I'm not dumb!" I immediately protested.
"You're not." He agreed with me, which was really strange because I was protesting to what he said in the first place. "If you were dumb, I'd be dumb. But, in terms of thoughts and descriptions, you're relatively simplistic. Which is probably a good thing because if you weren't, we'd be forced to read purple prose all of the time."
"We?" I asked. "Purple prose?"
"Don't worry about it." He said for probably the fifth time. I think I was seriously beginning to hate that phrase.
"So... if you're here." I changed the topic. "Where's that kid from last time?"
"Oh him?" My inner self tilted his head slightly to the left. "He's here. If you'd follow me."
He turned to walk off into the darkness, and I turned to follow him. This time.. the darkness was slightly less dark than it had been before. The was a firepit burning brightly on what would probably be the ground if it wasn't just inky black darkness. Around it were beginning to form the basic structures of a camp... kind of like what I had just built if I was comparing them.
Actually, it was almost a clone of mine, just a really simplistic version and really red for some reason.
Child was sitting near the edge of the bonfire warming his hands. My inner self tapped me on the shoulder, and I looked over.
"Hey." He told me. "Just remember, don't ask his name. This is something you can't do."
Phffff. Like there was anything I couldn't do. I walked over brazenly and called out to the kid. "Hey, kid!"
He looked over.
"What's your na-"
"-me?" I asked into my tent as my eyes opened. I started up at the unfamiliar ceiling for several seconds before I realized what just happened. Oh that.... son of a bitch! Had I been tricked? I had just rused myself quite grandly, hadn't I? I slammed my fist into the ground beside my bedroll quite angrily. Bamboozled! By myself!
How embarrassing.
Oh well.... if I was going to be tricked, it was best that I had tricked myself. I would have hated being tricked by anyone else. With that comforting thought in mind, I rose up to go check the traps.
....they were really, really full. Somehow I had managed to get an animal in almost all of them. That much food.... I probably wouldn't have to eat much from my supplies for a good while. I would probably skin some of this and store it later tonight when I set up camp again... but most of this would probably have to go to waste. I just didn't have enough room, and even I didn't eat that much in the morning when I had to walk a long day without breaks.
Well, the more I stored now, the more I would take with me. I set myself to work harvesting the tracks and repacking my camp so by the time the daylight came up, I was ready to go again.
I blinked as I watched the more expansive settlement once again. This time, there was something like a molten stream of... some sort of water leading down near the campfire which bubbled and gurgled with something. The kid was tasting it with a ladle and it changed colors every so often. I glanced again at my companion. "You sure you didn't have anything to do with that?"
"My advice was just that, advice." He said. True to his earlier word, his scribbles had started fading eye, though the eyes color remained. Though to be honest, that was actually an improvement on his old look. Yellow eyes looked really creepy. This deep emerald was a much better shade. "I had nothing to do with kicking you out. Don't you trust me?"
"Eh." I hedged. "I'm just saying, I got kicked out right after I asked something you told me not to. It kinda... just seems suspicious, you know?"
"Well, I didn't expel you, I can guarantee that." He responded. I'd have to take that. Like I said last dream, if you couldn't trust yourself, who could you trust.
I had awoken here after I had set up another camp, this time hidden in the reeds by the bank of a river that I had found. It had fed into a bunch of rice paddies worked by farmers from a nearby village. Of course, I had no intentions of going anywhere near that village, I was just there for the source of water the river provided, and use of some of the drier brush and reeds as fuel for my fire.
Instead of traps, this time I had set up lures in the river, hopefully to catch some fish.
"Well, I'm going to go try again." I told him.
"Good luck." He told me, and I wandered over to greet the kid again.
"Hey!" I called out. The kid looked back. I waved. The kid waved back.
"How are you doing?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "I'm doing alright. Weren't you here a while ago too? You said hey, and then went away really suddenly."
"I had things to do." I brushed it off. "So, kid, what's your na-"
"-me" I finished, before realizing that I was awake again. "Dammit!"
I spent a short while fuming before getting up to start the day again. Well, at least the lures were loaded again. So there was that. Honestly, there was so much I was beginning to feel a bit wasteful.
But I didn't really have anything else to do with this other than to throw it away, and it wasn't like there was actually going to be divine punishment for wasting it or anything.
"-call you?" I opened my eyes to a familiar ceiling. Wow. Again?
Ugh.... I guess it would be time to check the traps again. As usual, they were overflowing. Wow, was I pure luck or what?
"So, I've been doing this for several days now." I said. "If you're so much smarter than me, why don't you give me a hint or something on what I should do?"
He glanced aside at me. "You sure, man? You're essentially admitting that I'm more intelligent than you at this point."
"Yeah." I nodded, and then explained to him my logic. "See, if you're me, and I'm smarter than me, than I am smarter than myself, and thus more intelligent than I already am."
"...makes sense." He agreed as I was sure he would. As me, he would surely see that my logic was the best. "So, have you tried actually talking to him?"
"...what do you mean?" I asked. "I talk to him all the time. Yesterday we went on all about what he was building-" which was getting disturbing large to be honest. Like was just building random stuff in my mind? At first there was just like the standard campsite, but now he was putting in a hotspring and a sauna and wow. "-speaking of which do you feel worried he's building this much in my mind?"
"Don't worry about it." My spirit guide said his most repeated phrase ever. "This isn't your mind."
Wait- wait- wait- hold on. This wasn't my mind?! What the hell man? I thought this was a journey into my inner mindscape like in all those animes! If this wasn't my mind... "Why did you wait until now to tell me this?!"
"It's not that big of a deal." He brushed it off again. "Don't worry about it."
"It sure sounds like something to worry about!" I exploded. "If this isn't my mind what is it?"
"This is just the mind of that giant egg you're hauling along with you." My spirit guide said. "Eventually you will learn this egg's name and reshape the metal into a sword, where upon calling out his name and his shikai phrase you will be able to transform the sword into the second stage of power."
"...are you serious?" I asked.
"Sort of, not quite really. It's sort of a joke." He shrugged. "Don't worry about it. It's after your time."
...you are my time, man.
"-know any good spices? I mean I've been running out, but I still haven't had to stop by a town because I've been getting so mu- oh what, again?!" I wasn't even asking about his name that time! Just about spices!
So... two weeks. That was about how long I had been on the road now. It was going pretty good. I relaxed back in the warmth of impromptu open air warm water bath. Instead of just brewing the fire under the water to heat, since I didn't have a big enough container to hold all that water for a bath, what I had done was channeled the water away from the stream into a small pool and then just dropped toasting hot rocks into it until the water was warm.
It kept my feet warm, and the heat from my feet to spread throughout the rest of my body. As everyone knew, warm chi went upwards through your body to exit through the top of your head. That was why people wore hats and socks.
My body was almost back to my previous strength. Through hard training, I had worked my endurance back to its previous capacity. My strength and my reaction speed were still below what they had been, but they were so close. I was pretty sure I could outdo any athlete now... but smashing steel plates with my bare fists was still beyond me, and if someone fired a gun at me I wasn't sure if I could dodge it if it was far enough.
Still, I had more than three more weeks to go on the road, so that wouldn't take too long. I rose up from my bath, grabbed a heated towel from the nearby fire, and wandered back to my campsite to-
Wait, was that my stuff laying all over the place? I had... placed it neatly... and there was a trail of thrown about things leading back to where I had placed my rucksack.
....did someone go through my stuff?
I crept slowly towards my supply dump. Yes... there appeared to be my collected skins and furs scattered all over the place in a makeshift carpet. At the center I could spot my ransacked supplies laying half eaten all over the place. The culprit.... seemed to be several children with hair shaped in tufts like fox ears and bushy tails poking out of their tailbones.
I... was getting kind of angry, here. I stepped closer, but my foot landed on a branch, and a loud crack alerted the fox-kids. With a yelp, several of them... popped into tiny little foxes and ran off into the forest. One of them was apparently too bloated to run away... and just lay there half sleepily not even registering my approach.
So, in short, apparently some fox spirits had just ransacked through my supplies, scattered them everywhere, ruined my campsite, and, most importantly...
....stolen my food
Angry Ranma does what?
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Note: Ok, it's finally here. I curse thee, 10v10s.
On the Road to Lookshy
Hundred Kingdoms
Rising Wood, RY 763
Over the course of the night, the old man and I plotted out a path to Lookshy. When he told me about the city, he told me about a large grand and ancient ruin that was colonized by descendants of a legion long gone, an army of some shogun or the other who had died long ago. They carried on their ancestors traditions by building a large militaristic city state which dominated their allies with sword and fire. Also, they had magic powers carried in their blood or something.
It didn't sound that different from the phoenix, so I figured that would be the first place Saffron would go. And if it was, it was at least a place he would surely be interested in.
The old man already had a plan in mind for getting to Lookshy. He wanted me to take a riverine barge, head down the river, maybe see the sites a bit. Then I'd disembark at Nexus, change ships, and head down all the way to the sea on maybe a different barge. I'd be able to reach Lookshy in maybe a bit over fifteen or sixteen days if I went with his plan.
So he was really surprised when I proposed a plan of my own. A plan that would involve me traveling out into the wilds alone. In the dangerous dark wilds with nothing more than a change of clothes and supplies for the long trip. No one to help me, or to travel with to stay safe. I told him that I wanted to use the opportunity for training.
Unsurprisingly, he vehemently disagreed. Vehemently.
"Are you insane?!" He yelled, pounding the table. It shook from the abuse. "You're just healed, you can't really be thinking of going out again, let alone on roads that even able bodied warriors refuse to travel alone on. Your body has atrophied over weeks of doing just nothing but lying in bed. No matter your confidence, this is suicide!"
"The reason that I want to go is exactly because my body has atrophied over a week of doing nothing." I repeated. He wasn't as stubborn as I was. He'd have to cave, sooner or later. "On a boat, traveling, I won't have the chance to retrain my body. It'll be moving, there won't be enough space, generally it's not a route I want to take if I want to build up."
"But on the road, there's freedom. I'm not stuck inside a boat waiting-"
"Freedom to go kill yourself, you mean!" The old man cut me off with a roar. "You may think that your plan is oh so clever, but you underestimate your travels, and you over-estimate yourself! You'll kill yourself through this!"
We argued for a good portion of the night, back and forth, forward and backwards. Eventually, my persistence and tenacity won out, and he was forced to concede to my view. Redrawing the route completely, this time instead I would take an overland route across the rolling hills and fields of the Hundred Kingdom and across the vast tributaries which fed into the great rivers proper of the river Province rather than sailing down them.
It extended the route by several days, but that was alright. I was used to traveling quickly truth be told, and I was fully capable of make up for the lost time.
Or... at least I thought I was. Anyway, what I thought was usually right anyway because I was usually right anyways. Right.
We spent the rest of the early evening talking about what I would need for the trip. Obviously food and maybe camping supplies, but some other more esoteric things he recommended too. Dumplings to leave behind at roadside shrines, good luck charms for the road, and an assortment of money. Honestly, money was a sort of bad thing for any traveler to carry around in large amounts- it made you much more likely to get robbed, but the old man assured me that it was needed.
I think he was implying that I should have it to pay tolls, but the way he kept mixing spirits into things was weird. I guess that it was just a sort of cultural thing or something? Maybe this place was particularly backwoods. Either way I wasn't going to refuse if he kept trying to push money on me. Even if it was just one of those road traditions that didn't make much sense, money was still money and I could still use it for other things.
Eventually, after a long night of discussion we came up with something that would work, even if he wasn't especially pleased with it. So, I bid him goodnight and went to borrow a futon for an early day tomorrow.
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"And remember not to spit anywhere near the road lest-"
"Bad luck will fall upon me and then my travels will suffer misfortune forever." I said. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Are you going to keep lecturing, or are we going to actually do this now?"
The old man sighed. "Matoi, bring the bag."
"It's a bit heavy." Matoi called out from back inside the building. Apparently she was having a bit of trouble lifting it. I sighed. I had to do everything. I went back inside, and with a heave, took the giant rucksack from her hands and walked outside with it on my back.
"I got it, don't worry." I walked back up to the old man. "So, this is it, huh?"
"It seems so." He nodded.
And then I realized something. Something incredibly important that I forgot to ask all this time for some insane reason. It was so incredibly stupid, I felt really stupid for forgetting it.
"I..." I tried to present the question that wouldn't make me seem incredibly stupid. "You've done a lot for me... and I feel like I should thank you someday. Uh, how should I contact you?"
The old man gave me a stare. Just a stare. "You're asking for my name, aren't you?"
"...yes." I admitted. "I completely forgot to ask, and so I'm asking you now."
I said it without any shame in my voice, because I wasn't. Ashamed, that was. I wasn't ashamed at all.
The old man started to laugh. He started to laugh so hard, he doubled over, and kept laughing. Just laughing and laughing and laughing. I actually became worried for a bit that he was going to fall over to choke to death on his laughter.
"Hey." I said, worried. "Are you alright?"
That just made him laugh some more. After a while, he managed to stop himself, and drew himself back upright again. He attempted to regain some of his composure, but he was failing pretty badly.
"My apologies, I don't know what came over me." He said. I don't really know either, but alright. "My name.. is Huojin. You may ask a traveler to pass along a message to me if you make to Lookshy and inform this poor old man."
"Right." I nodded firmly, committing the name to memory. "I will try to remember that. Thank you a thousand times over for your help. I won't forget it."
"Then, if you want to repay your debt, how about giving me some peace of mind?" The old man- Huojin asked. Rustling through a pocket. Bringing out a small metal trinket, he pressed it into my hand. "Carry this with you."
"What is it?" I asked as I brought it up closer to examine. It was like... some sort of bronze thing? It looked half melted and there was like a smiling face on it or something. Tiny little things were scratched into the side and filled up with some sort of blue clay that had hardened under heat. "It looks strange."
"It is a good luck charm, to keep you alive in times of great danger." Old man Huojin said. "Copper mixed with zinc, acid etched, and decorated with blue clay. When danger comes, or the greatest battle of your life arrives, prick your finger with it hard enough to draw blood, and pray. It will save your life."
"I- well, thanks." I said. This old guy.... was really way too nice. Almost made me a bit suspicious, but he seemed to be honest, and I usually judged people correctly. "I will keep it with me."
(Good luck charm obtained)
"Good luck on the road and safe travels." Old man Huojin bowed.
I bowed back. "I will. I wish you the best of luck and all of my thanks."
And then I set off. To a brand new future.
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"Yappa paa, yappa paa, ishante~" I sang as I trod along the dirt road. I had been making a good pace for most of the day. The rucksack on my back had barely slowed me down, and I had gone the entire day at this pace without slowing down.
I looked up to gauge the position of the sun and saw it sinking down already. I guess... that was enough distance for me to cover today. I looked for a nearby tree to gain a better line of sight from. There- that one looked fine for the role. Dropping my pack at the base by the roots, I scampered up it.
Once I was wedged between a few branches I turned outwards and scanned the horizon for any good spots. That one looked like a goo spot. I could see that it was near some sort of natural occurrence, the trees there grew much thicker and I could see that they were more closely clustered together. Most likely a sort of stream or other water source that fed the nearby wildlife.
It would do nicely as a camping spot. I scampered back down the tree, grabbed my rucksack and headed off.
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I sighed a breath of relief. This... was much harder than it had been when I was at full strength. Well, it didn't really matter, I had told the old man that I could handle it, and I wasn't going to make myself a liar. I was going to handle it.
Besides, I had finished already.
I straightened up from my bent over position and surveyed my campsite. It was simpler than I usually built them, but it was very nice looking. Considering that I wouldn't be staying here too long, just long enough to train most of the evening, sleep the rest of the night, and then when morning came the next day- tear it down it made sense to keep it simpler than I usually built them. When I usually went out for training trips I stay for up to a month at a time working out.
For example, instead of the giant log punching dummy to practice on, I had simply used a local tree and scratched out a target to hit. Instead of smoothing out a giant rock pillar to meditate on, I had cleared out a space of dirt on the ground and marked the edges with small rocks. And, my traps were simple, only intended to last the night.
But it was still good work. I decided that it was enough, and I began shucking off my clothing down to my waist. It was time to start the training session.
First I was thinking a hundred pushups... and maybe a hundred situps... and maybe a hundred squats should be enough. I had already run way more than 10km today, so that was that taken care of. If I did it every single day that should be enough.
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"Hey kid." Someone said.
I looked around immediately, leaping into a ready position. "Who- oh, it's you."
My inner self from before was waving back at me. I noticed that he was looking different. Where he had originally just looked like a clone of me with yellow eyes, there was some blue leeching into the edges of his eyes, and some blue writing was scribbled all over his arms. The blue mixed in with the natural yellow of his eyes made an interesting green mix.
"You look different." I informed him. He nodded.
"Don't worry about it." He brushed it off. "It's just some of that magic that Huojin used has a bit of effects. The scribbles should go away."
"And the eyes?" Were those going to go away too?
"The eyes are just a reminder." He told me. "Don't worry about either."
"...if you say so." I replied. I didn't really feel that was safe, and I was somewhat worried about the eyes even though he told me not to worry about them, but my inner self was my inner self, and if I couldn't trust myself, who could I trust? "So, where were you last night?"
"Sleeping, what else?" He replied cheekily. I rolled my eyes, and waited for him to actually give his real answer. "Ok, right, the reason I wasn't there last night was because there was already a wise mentor type character, and I didn't want to steal his spotlight about teaching you secret revelations or whatever."
"Secret revelations." I snorted. "Like there's anything you can know that I don't already know. You're me, remember?"
"Not just you." He replied. "A smarter you. For example, I speak more eloquently, and my words and more delicately phrased. I'm basically you if you didn't sound dumb."
"I'm not dumb!" I immediately protested.
"You're not." He agreed with me, which was really strange because I was protesting to what he said in the first place. "If you were dumb, I'd be dumb. But, in terms of thoughts and descriptions, you're relatively simplistic. Which is probably a good thing because if you weren't, we'd be forced to read purple prose all of the time."
"We?" I asked. "Purple prose?"
"Don't worry about it." He said for probably the fifth time. I think I was seriously beginning to hate that phrase.
"So... if you're here." I changed the topic. "Where's that kid from last time?"
"Oh him?" My inner self tilted his head slightly to the left. "He's here. If you'd follow me."
He turned to walk off into the darkness, and I turned to follow him. This time.. the darkness was slightly less dark than it had been before. The was a firepit burning brightly on what would probably be the ground if it wasn't just inky black darkness. Around it were beginning to form the basic structures of a camp... kind of like what I had just built if I was comparing them.
Actually, it was almost a clone of mine, just a really simplistic version and really red for some reason.
Child was sitting near the edge of the bonfire warming his hands. My inner self tapped me on the shoulder, and I looked over.
"Hey." He told me. "Just remember, don't ask his name. This is something you can't do."
Phffff. Like there was anything I couldn't do. I walked over brazenly and called out to the kid. "Hey, kid!"
He looked over.
"What's your na-"
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"-me?" I asked into my tent as my eyes opened. I started up at the unfamiliar ceiling for several seconds before I realized what just happened. Oh that.... son of a bitch! Had I been tricked? I had just rused myself quite grandly, hadn't I? I slammed my fist into the ground beside my bedroll quite angrily. Bamboozled! By myself!
How embarrassing.
Oh well.... if I was going to be tricked, it was best that I had tricked myself. I would have hated being tricked by anyone else. With that comforting thought in mind, I rose up to go check the traps.
....they were really, really full. Somehow I had managed to get an animal in almost all of them. That much food.... I probably wouldn't have to eat much from my supplies for a good while. I would probably skin some of this and store it later tonight when I set up camp again... but most of this would probably have to go to waste. I just didn't have enough room, and even I didn't eat that much in the morning when I had to walk a long day without breaks.
Well, the more I stored now, the more I would take with me. I set myself to work harvesting the tracks and repacking my camp so by the time the daylight came up, I was ready to go again.
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I blinked as I watched the more expansive settlement once again. This time, there was something like a molten stream of... some sort of water leading down near the campfire which bubbled and gurgled with something. The kid was tasting it with a ladle and it changed colors every so often. I glanced again at my companion. "You sure you didn't have anything to do with that?"
"My advice was just that, advice." He said. True to his earlier word, his scribbles had started fading eye, though the eyes color remained. Though to be honest, that was actually an improvement on his old look. Yellow eyes looked really creepy. This deep emerald was a much better shade. "I had nothing to do with kicking you out. Don't you trust me?"
"Eh." I hedged. "I'm just saying, I got kicked out right after I asked something you told me not to. It kinda... just seems suspicious, you know?"
"Well, I didn't expel you, I can guarantee that." He responded. I'd have to take that. Like I said last dream, if you couldn't trust yourself, who could you trust.
I had awoken here after I had set up another camp, this time hidden in the reeds by the bank of a river that I had found. It had fed into a bunch of rice paddies worked by farmers from a nearby village. Of course, I had no intentions of going anywhere near that village, I was just there for the source of water the river provided, and use of some of the drier brush and reeds as fuel for my fire.
Instead of traps, this time I had set up lures in the river, hopefully to catch some fish.
"Well, I'm going to go try again." I told him.
"Good luck." He told me, and I wandered over to greet the kid again.
"Hey!" I called out. The kid looked back. I waved. The kid waved back.
"How are you doing?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "I'm doing alright. Weren't you here a while ago too? You said hey, and then went away really suddenly."
"I had things to do." I brushed it off. "So, kid, what's your na-"
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"-me" I finished, before realizing that I was awake again. "Dammit!"
I spent a short while fuming before getting up to start the day again. Well, at least the lures were loaded again. So there was that. Honestly, there was so much I was beginning to feel a bit wasteful.
But I didn't really have anything else to do with this other than to throw it away, and it wasn't like there was actually going to be divine punishment for wasting it or anything.
=][=
"-call you?" I opened my eyes to a familiar ceiling. Wow. Again?
Ugh.... I guess it would be time to check the traps again. As usual, they were overflowing. Wow, was I pure luck or what?
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"So, I've been doing this for several days now." I said. "If you're so much smarter than me, why don't you give me a hint or something on what I should do?"
He glanced aside at me. "You sure, man? You're essentially admitting that I'm more intelligent than you at this point."
"Yeah." I nodded, and then explained to him my logic. "See, if you're me, and I'm smarter than me, than I am smarter than myself, and thus more intelligent than I already am."
"...makes sense." He agreed as I was sure he would. As me, he would surely see that my logic was the best. "So, have you tried actually talking to him?"
"...what do you mean?" I asked. "I talk to him all the time. Yesterday we went on all about what he was building-" which was getting disturbing large to be honest. Like was just building random stuff in my mind? At first there was just like the standard campsite, but now he was putting in a hotspring and a sauna and wow. "-speaking of which do you feel worried he's building this much in my mind?"
"Don't worry about it." My spirit guide said his most repeated phrase ever. "This isn't your mind."
Wait- wait- wait- hold on. This wasn't my mind?! What the hell man? I thought this was a journey into my inner mindscape like in all those animes! If this wasn't my mind... "Why did you wait until now to tell me this?!"
"It's not that big of a deal." He brushed it off again. "Don't worry about it."
"It sure sounds like something to worry about!" I exploded. "If this isn't my mind what is it?"
"This is just the mind of that giant egg you're hauling along with you." My spirit guide said. "Eventually you will learn this egg's name and reshape the metal into a sword, where upon calling out his name and his shikai phrase you will be able to transform the sword into the second stage of power."
"...are you serious?" I asked.
"Sort of, not quite really. It's sort of a joke." He shrugged. "Don't worry about it. It's after your time."
...you are my time, man.
=][=
"-know any good spices? I mean I've been running out, but I still haven't had to stop by a town because I've been getting so mu- oh what, again?!" I wasn't even asking about his name that time! Just about spices!
=][=
So... two weeks. That was about how long I had been on the road now. It was going pretty good. I relaxed back in the warmth of impromptu open air warm water bath. Instead of just brewing the fire under the water to heat, since I didn't have a big enough container to hold all that water for a bath, what I had done was channeled the water away from the stream into a small pool and then just dropped toasting hot rocks into it until the water was warm.
It kept my feet warm, and the heat from my feet to spread throughout the rest of my body. As everyone knew, warm chi went upwards through your body to exit through the top of your head. That was why people wore hats and socks.
My body was almost back to my previous strength. Through hard training, I had worked my endurance back to its previous capacity. My strength and my reaction speed were still below what they had been, but they were so close. I was pretty sure I could outdo any athlete now... but smashing steel plates with my bare fists was still beyond me, and if someone fired a gun at me I wasn't sure if I could dodge it if it was far enough.
Still, I had more than three more weeks to go on the road, so that wouldn't take too long. I rose up from my bath, grabbed a heated towel from the nearby fire, and wandered back to my campsite to-
Wait, was that my stuff laying all over the place? I had... placed it neatly... and there was a trail of thrown about things leading back to where I had placed my rucksack.
....did someone go through my stuff?
I crept slowly towards my supply dump. Yes... there appeared to be my collected skins and furs scattered all over the place in a makeshift carpet. At the center I could spot my ransacked supplies laying half eaten all over the place. The culprit.... seemed to be several children with hair shaped in tufts like fox ears and bushy tails poking out of their tailbones.
I... was getting kind of angry, here. I stepped closer, but my foot landed on a branch, and a loud crack alerted the fox-kids. With a yelp, several of them... popped into tiny little foxes and ran off into the forest. One of them was apparently too bloated to run away... and just lay there half sleepily not even registering my approach.
So, in short, apparently some fox spirits had just ransacked through my supplies, scattered them everywhere, ruined my campsite, and, most importantly...
....stolen my food
Angry Ranma does what?
[ ] Write in
Note: Ok, it's finally here. I curse thee, 10v10s.
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Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Hold onto the remaining kid, and tell the rest (who are probably hiding) they owe you for the food they took and wrecking your campsite. If they want their brother(?) back they should repay you in (non stolen) food and/or martial arts training manuals.
-[X] Hold onto the remaining kid, and tell the rest (who are probably hiding) they owe you for the food they took and wrecking your campsite. If they want their brother(?) back they should repay you in (non stolen) food and/or martial arts training manuals.
ScrewFate
The World's Wettest Union
- Location
- Stuck in a Cave
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Hold onto the remaining kid, and tell the rest (who are probably hiding) they owe you for the food they took and wrecking your campsite. If they want their brother(?) back they should repay you in (non stolen) food and/or martial arts training manuals.
-[X] Hold onto the remaining kid, and tell the rest (who are probably hiding) they owe you for the food they took and wrecking your campsite. If they want their brother(?) back they should repay you in (non stolen) food and/or martial arts training manuals.
- Location
- Austrlia
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Hold onto the remaining kid, and tell the rest (who are probably hiding) they owe you for the food they took and wrecking your campsite. If they want their brother(?) back they should repay you in (non stolen) food and/or martial arts training manuals.
Makes perfect sense.
-[X] Hold onto the remaining kid, and tell the rest (who are probably hiding) they owe you for the food they took and wrecking your campsite. If they want their brother(?) back they should repay you in (non stolen) food and/or martial arts training manuals.
Makes perfect sense.
- Location
- Paradise, Hawaii
[X] Calm down, Think. Try & use the Brain the Smarter you has. You & Pops must have done worse things to Anger Kami & who knows what else on the road and hungry kids would not know better.
- [X] Clean up and let this be a lesson to you and see what you can save. Your traps have been full on your journey so far, think of it as Training.
-- [X] Do you want to act like Pops against 'Kids'?
- [X] Clean up and let this be a lesson to you and see what you can save. Your traps have been full on your journey so far, think of it as Training.
-- [X] Do you want to act like Pops against 'Kids'?
Jemnite
CVN-69 Fella
- Location
- 清源书院
Alright, full confession time, the reason that the last update took so long to come in is because my motivation has been slowly draining like through a bucket with a hole in the bottom for the last few days to get this done. I would have gotten this done on Friday, except for that fact.
I think the major issue that I've been having is because I don't really see a lot of discussion happen at all. Yeah, I get like likes and stuff, but you guys never discuss the options. It feels like you're all leaping on the bandwagon and even really bothering to read what I write at all.
So, I've been wondering how I can sort of engage my readers more. I'm thinking of dumping the weight system and leaving every vote open-ended so you guys can talk about it among yourselves. If you guys have questions or anything, please, really do post them. If you have advice about improving my writing, post that too.
One of the options that I was considering reinstating from the last quest was allowing fanworks to count towards EXP buy. There's flat costs all across the board, so I don't know well that would be balanced, but it might breath life into this thread or something. I'd just like to ask what's your opinion on that? I mean, no offense to other authors who do that, but I've seen fanworks for ingame benefits turn a thread horrid where people just work in writing sweatshops to try to match whatever overpowered villain is thrown at them.
Also, related issue, this is is Puella Magi Caterva Bella, another quest I'm alternating updates with. It's a quest that's literally on life support so I've been shilling it as hard as I can everywhere. If you liked my writing here, you might want to check it out. It's slightly less whimsical and focus more on an integral set of core themes, but you might like it.
I think the major issue that I've been having is because I don't really see a lot of discussion happen at all. Yeah, I get like likes and stuff, but you guys never discuss the options. It feels like you're all leaping on the bandwagon and even really bothering to read what I write at all.
So, I've been wondering how I can sort of engage my readers more. I'm thinking of dumping the weight system and leaving every vote open-ended so you guys can talk about it among yourselves. If you guys have questions or anything, please, really do post them. If you have advice about improving my writing, post that too.
One of the options that I was considering reinstating from the last quest was allowing fanworks to count towards EXP buy. There's flat costs all across the board, so I don't know well that would be balanced, but it might breath life into this thread or something. I'd just like to ask what's your opinion on that? I mean, no offense to other authors who do that, but I've seen fanworks for ingame benefits turn a thread horrid where people just work in writing sweatshops to try to match whatever overpowered villain is thrown at them.
Also, related issue, this is is Puella Magi Caterva Bella, another quest I'm alternating updates with. It's a quest that's literally on life support so I've been shilling it as hard as I can everywhere. If you liked my writing here, you might want to check it out. It's slightly less whimsical and focus more on an integral set of core themes, but you might like it.
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Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
There's...just not much to talk about yet?
Exalted is big enough and unknown enough that we can't speculate too much on what we will see, we also don't have much immediate to talk about yet.
There isn't any waifu warring going on. Yet. And we have yet to build up a cast. Currently, we're all agreed on the general direction of stuff we're doing (have Ranma head towards a population center and learn more about the world), so there's not much debate over where to head to in the future.
Basically, it's too early to discuss much.
We can talk about Ranma's odd Po (possibly some sort of Fae infestation) but there's not all that much we can figure out. If it's his Po, but mutated, his soul is very odd now. If It's a Fae, then he's got a fae sitting in his soul and/or the egg playing the narrative.
We know the egg/child is Saffron, so not much to speculate there. He's lost some memories, but not sure we can really effect that.
I mean, we're 3 updates in. 1 was backstory, the other set up, and the last two the very beginning of a journey.
I would leave the weight system since it helps frame Ranma's thought process.
If you do allow fanworks, you should but in a hard limit per arc and/or scene.
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I think having just write-ins this early in the story will just result in more bandwagoning
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
- Location
- Austrlia
I hate to say it, but you're never going to get much out of me.
I'm not much of a typest, and as far as I'm concerned, if somebody else says what needs to be said, I don't need to.
Reguardless, I'm enjoying this quest. Please, continue, and I'll continue to participate.
Arcman
Heh
Same here, but there isn't much to really discuss yet.
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
- Location
- Dual citizen of SV&SB
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
Anybody familiar with the foxes? And Ranma tempted fate there; Talking about divine retribution for wasting food, and then dismissing it... how likely is that to happen now?
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
Anybody familiar with the foxes? And Ranma tempted fate there; Talking about divine retribution for wasting food, and then dismissing it... how likely is that to happen now?
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Well, to bring up a familiar discussion to those that were in the original ranma quest, do we dare....create a Martial Art of our own?
- Location
- Austrlia
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
Not sure what sort of critter they are (even humans come in weird shapes like them in Creation), but they don't look like the sort of people Ranma would be comfortable beating up. Also, they may well be spirits who blessed us with good luck in hunting and are taking payment, which would be only fair.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
Not sure what sort of critter they are (even humans come in weird shapes like them in Creation), but they don't look like the sort of people Ranma would be comfortable beating up. Also, they may well be spirits who blessed us with good luck in hunting and are taking payment, which would be only fair.
- Location
- Tarn-Vedra
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
[X] Angrily demand the remaining fox pay for the food by marrying your daugh- Wait, no, he's probably not a martial artist. Also, that's stupid.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
-[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
Matsci
Grash itsh griah! Rwar arr rawrrawrarar!
[X] Make the kid clean up the mess he made. Explain that if he wanted food he should have just asked for it, but now he made a mess. If he liked the food so much then he ought to have no problem cleaning up the mess. That's just being responsible.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.
-[X] After he cleans up, double check with him to make sure he doesn't know any secret fox martial arts or something. You're not above learning a new technique no matter where it comes from. You can always bribe him with more food... probably.
-[X] Ask if he and his fellow foxes are really that hard up for food.