Where the Hell Am I Now?! (Ranma 1/2 \ RWBY)

EnderofWorlds · Oct 18, 2014

[X] Take out the Masked Kuno wannabe, he's basically asking for an ass-kicking

Yeah, time to take out Kamen Rider Kuno before he did something worthy of his nickname. You ran straight at Gazelle Lad, beating aside any and all grunts in your way. The mooks were just that, mooks and cannon fodder that only delayed the inevitable. Unfortunately, they were still an annoyance; for every one you took down five more took their place, firing bullets and swinging swords that forced you to dodge by sheer volume alone. It was a brief deterrent, but a deterrent nonetheless. It was starting to get annoying, you could see the bastard but didn't have a clear shot because there were too many idiots in the way.

Guess it's time to take it up a notch then; you draw from the infinite channel of ki inside you and focus it into your hands, creating two massive, brilliant golden spheres. Drawing your arms back, you thrust them forward and fire into the fray, "MOKO TAKABISHA DOUBLE!"

Like a wave, the terrorists are sent flying away; only to be caught in some sort of magic circle, which bursts into ice and freezes them on the spot. From the corner of your eye, you see Winter's sister smirk and go back to dancing around her enemies; like a ice skater on the rink, the epitome of elegance and grace. Meanwhile, you were just about to introduce Mr. Cowboy's ass to your foot. It wasn't going to be a pleasant introduction.

You blitzed him and landed several good, solid blows before he caught himself and countered with some iaido technique; a rather stupid one that not even Kuno would've used. Seriously, who in the world would fire their katana at the enemy hilt first? You kinda got the whole shotgun sheathe thing, iaido revolved around quickdraw and something like that could only help. But actually firing the damn sword like a bullet, using the non-lethal end? Dumbass was literally asking for what you were about to do next.

You caught the katana right as it was in front of you, twirled it around, and threw it right back at him; the proper way, meaning pointy end first. Despite wearing a mask, you could see the pure shock and disbelief at what you just did. Then it was replaced by the pain of having his own katana stabbing him in the shoulder and severing the tendons there. Whelp, that arm's useless; shame it wasn't the sword arm.

And actually, looking at the katana, you realize that it was actually a ninjato. A blood red ninjato at that; such edge, much kewl, wow. Seriously, the guy couldn't be any lamer even if he tried.

...Ok, that was a lie; Kuno set the bar there and his masked wannabe hasn't devolved into poetic lunacy yet, so there was still more he could do to stoop to that level of loserdom. Not much though.

Oh, and there he goes pulling the ninjato out and swinging it at you; hmm...faster than Ryoga, closer to Shampoo or Mousse's speed, technique's better than Kuno's but trades out the structure and stability of kendo for a hit and run iaido style. Overall, better than average but nothing special, especially since you just gimped his sheathe arm and pretty much fucked his iaido over hard. You dodge his swipes and jabs, using your own golden blade to attack back. You were calm and flowing in comparison to Kamen Kuno's ferocity and ruthlessness; your makeshift jian dancing around his blade and landing multiple glancing blows. Generally harmless, but incredibly embarrassing to anyone with a lick of skill to their name. You weren't just going to beat him, you were going to make him into a joke.

You lean back from another diagonal slash from his ninjato, then strike back again; this time you do a callback to your first Kuno fight, in memory of fighting his alternate legacy. Your jian and arm blur faster than the human eye can see, and you carved in the kanji for 'Masked Moron' on the front of his coat, cutting deep enough for blood to seep through and highlight the kanji. Gazelle Lad noticed what you did, growled, and leaped back; composing himself in a stance, his gimp arm barely managing to hold onto his blade's sheathe as he returns his blade to it's rightful place. You can feel him gathering his ki, likely for a real attack instead of this low-level stuff you've been throwing around.

Pfft, as if you'd let him; you dashed into action, only to be cut off by more of the masked mooks. Only these ones had some red to their white masks, and you could tell they weren't as pathetic as the ones you tossed aside like garbage. Each of them was about Kuno's level, give or take, and there were eight of them around you. Not enough to put you down, but enough to distract you for whatever Kamen Kuno was planning.

You weren't going to let them give their boss the chance to recover, you blur into action; moving at speeds impossible for the untrained eye to see. Even the more skilled martial artists back home would be hard pressed to see you. You were moving with the speeds that let you rob the foundation from a house without anyone noticing, speed that let you fake eating food while making others unwittingly eat it instead. In seconds you've landed several hundred blows on each of the goons, faster than they could react. To finish it off, you charged up another Moko Takabisha and fire it at them, sending them flying away from the fray.

Might as well get rid of the competent help, makes it easier to deal with the rest.

Unfortunately, they managed to buy Kamen Kuno enough time for whatever he was doing; his mask and coat were glowing red, and with a single quickdraw of his blade he sent a rather big aura blast right at you. You get ready to dodge it, only to realize just where you were standing; the fight with the Gazelle and his goons led you right in front of the ice wall. If you jump out of the way the wall takes the hit, and for what the blast lacked in raw power it would make up in concentrated force. The wall would shatter if struck, letting the White Fang strike at the old man and his daughter; and that was unacceptable. Tanking the blast, though, would hurt like a bitch and would probably leave you fairly beat up. It wouldn't take you out of the fight, but you'd be like Kamen Kuno and weakened to some extent.

Which meant it was time for Plan C: pull something out of your ass. Fortunately, you had just the thing; Kamen Kuno was clearly pissed, even if he hid it well his aura showed his actual emotions. You were in the Perfect Soul of Ice, and you've proven before that the spiral didn't always have to be fired vertically. Drawing your fist back, you fire off a corkscrew punch at the blade beam and let Gazelle Lad face the dragon; "Hiryu Shoten HA!"

A whirlwind flies from your fist and consumes the attack, striking Kamen Kuno and the mooks around him and sending them all flying away. They weren't away away because it was a horizontal blast, but they were at the complete edge of the airfield; buying you more than enough time to deal with the rest. You started wading through the White Fang grunts like Akane would the daily horde of idiots; a punch here, a kick there, really they all went down after a good solid hit or two each. It was kinda disappointing, but expected from these cowards; most didn't even have a solid grasp on their aura, as if they'd never used it in their lives.

After downing another dozen grunts, you turned to look at how the youngest Schnee was doing in the battle. Judging from her appearance, not well it seemed; one of her arms hung limply, blood covering her coat and dress, and exhaustion clearly starting to set in. Across from her was miss kitty and four more of the not-crap grunts. All around Winter's sister was ice, scorch marks, and gouges in the concrete; clearly she was giving as good as she got and then some, but she wasn't trained for long slugging fests like this. She was meant for finesse and quicker takedowns, the longer the fight went the worse it was in her favor.

Shortly after examining her, you see more of the White Fang getting ready to gang up on her; twenty grunts with five more not-grunts. Kitty cat was also about to make her move as well, sword and sheathe in hand and staring down the youngest Schnee across from her. And from the corner of your eye, you think you see Adam slowly making his way back to the fray. You think he might be limping, huh.

You had to act quick, the life of the youngest Schnee daughter was probably in your hands. You...

[X] Rush Ms. Kitty and her personal entourage; Schnee can handle the low level mooks herself
[X] Mow down the mooks, Schnee can hold out long enough for you to put them down
[X] She's a big girl, she can handle herself; you weren't done fucking up Kamen Rider Kuno's shit yet.
[X] Write-in

You fuckers rolled so damn well on the Adam fight and the mooks; I don't have the results because I decided to use real dice, but you basically crit'd Adam and obviously mowed down the rest of the mooks. Weiss, not so hot, but she still rolled pretty well; matching Blake blow for blow and managing to use AoE to her advantage.

EnderofWorlds · Oct 23, 2014

[X] Rush Ms. Kitty and her personal entourage; Schnee can handle the low level mooks herself

You rushed into action, firing a Moko Takabisha at the mook brigade while dashing right into Ms. Kitty's face and firing your fist into her face. You'd considered just staying back and pounding everyone with ki blasts all day long, but it simply wasn't feasible; just because you now had perpetual ki didn't mean you could just use your ki willy-nilly. You had only just finished the Perfect Soul of Ice, meaning that you still had to iron out the kinks in actually using the technique in battle.

The main problem was that using ki was still somewhat tiring, even when you got more to replace it. Add in the constant strain of maintaining the ice wall and fighting Kamen Kuno and his flunkies, and you were more tired than you looked. You figured that you had to train your stamina and ki manipulation skills if you wanted to fix that. Unfortunately, that'd have to wait until after the fight.

Right as your fist was about to hit the catgirl, she blurred for a moment and you struck her right in the face; only to see her fade and dissolve away. It reminded you of another technique from a while back used by the old mummy. Fitting that a catgirl can use the Splitting Cat Hairs. Her own little mook squad moved to attack you, and you danced around them like you always did with Kuno; all the while dodging potshots from Ms. Kitty's gun katana...thing.

It was a pain in the ass to deal with the Splitting Cat Hairs the first time, and unlike before you couldn't just throw a chicken leg to throw the enemy off. The good news, however, is that you were way better than you were before. Splitting Cat Hairs was just high speed plus some ki thrown into the afterimage to make it more real, give or take. You had the ki, you had the speed; now you just had to use them both at once.

Rushing at the catgirl lieutenant again, you channeled your ki outwards right as you got right into her face and attacked her. Once again, she blurred and ran away and like before your fist struck her face in; breaking the copy as she ran off.

Unlike before, however, 'you' also dissipated as the real you met up with the real her; sending her crashing to the ground with an ax kick from above hitting her right at her neck. She ricocheted off the pavement and just barely managed to flip over and land in a crouching stance, obviously hurting and shocked but still ready to fight. Seeing that, you couldn't help but quip; "Wow, guess cats really do land on their feet. Hey, does that mean you have nine lives too?"

She just growled at you and rushed towards you with her gun-katana, which you dodged and followed with a roundhouse kick to break through both the fake her and to hit the real one. Ms. Kitty blocks the kick, though it still sends her back a bit. She starts running around you, making more of her copies to try and confuse her, an angry scowl on each of their faces.

You just keep your eye on the birdie, so to speak, and continue your banter as you dodge her pot shots at you; "Oh come on, stop being such a sourpuss throwing a stupid little hissy fit. So I pulled off the same technique like a copycat, so what? Isn't imitation the sincerest form of flattery or something like that? I didn't even rip this off from you, I figured this out months ago."

More growling and the potshots start coming faster, "What's a matter, nothing to say? Cat got your tongue? Oh wait..."

An angry scream this time, followed by a full out attack with both sword and sheathe. You smirk and say, "Gotcha."

You duck under the sword swing and leap onto the sheathe, then pound her head in with a triple crane kick. Heh, amateur; plenty of skill and talent, but way to easy to rile up. Almost like Ryoga, only he had enough stupid bullshit endurance to take a hit when riled up. Kitty cat here didn't. She was all speed and evasion, typical ninja fare and all that jazz. Like Konatsu, only without the whole transvestite thing going on.

Again she landed on her feet, and again she ran off to buy some room to swing her weapon by the ribbon since getting into close quarters with you was obvious suicide. Unfortunately for her, you weren't going to let that happen. You were faster than her, more skilled than her, just plain better than her; and you could do her little trick to boot. There was no way she was getting out of this, except for the fact that her mook brigade got back up and were in your way; dammit.

Whelp, guess you should take care of them for good so you could get back to playing cat and mouse. You whip out the golden hair you used against Kamen Kuno as a sword and channel ki into it again; lengthening it and making it into a whip. As you pumped more and more ki into the whip, it starts glowing brilliantly before bursting into flames; yet still remaining completely intact. You cracked your whip out and lashed at the mooks, sending them hurtling back in a wave of fire and into a burning heap. Then you got back to chasing Ms.Kitty.

With that your chase continued; catgirl was fast, but you were faster. Every time you got close, she made a clone to take the hit and run, only for you to do the same and keep up the chase. Each time she tried to throw you off, you simply made a copy to fight her own and stayed on her tail. Her potshots with her gun and sword were easy to dodge, the only real challenge was not losing her while she was on the run. You may have been the better fighter, but she was definitely the better runner.

Not that it was a problem, you got this. Another dash in, another clone left behind to take the hit while the real cat ran off. This time, however, you switched it up; the real you broke the copy while a fake you continued the chase. As Ms. Kitty popped your fake, you grabbed her leg with your whip and slammed her into the ground. Dazed, beat up, and on the ropes; catgirl groaned and twitched on the cracked pavement, barely conscious and soon to be out for the count. Right as you were about to congratulate yourself, however, your danger senses went into overdrive and you leaped back; avoiding a grenade that landed and went off right were you were moments ago.

Damn, reinforcements. About fifty of them, but all of them were wearing the same kind of masks the stronger grunts wore; bone white with red markings and highlights. All of them leveled their guns at you and fired, forcing you to constantly evade and catch the bullets. Unlike the yaks from earlier, these bullets actually packed a punch; you had to reinforce your hands heavily with your ki so they wouldn't get hurt when forced to catch the bullets. While this was annoying, they weren't any more of a threat than the rest of them that you took out earlier; they just had you on the defensive until they ran out of bullets.

Then all of a sudden, you felt a huge pressure weighing down all over yourself; your movements slowed as it felt like you were moving through syrup and mud, making you put twice the amount of effort to move even half as fast as you were before. Some of the shots were actually grazing you now, as you were burning through twice the amount of ki to move just barely fast enough to dodge. You were confused about what was going on, until you saw one of the mooks glowing, arm outstretched and pointed at you. Damn, guess they were pulling out the guys with some actual skill now; and they were going for the real annoying techniques right off the bat.

Unfortunately, you didn't have enough time or spare ki to fire a moko takabisha at them to make them break apart, nor were they putting out enough heat to fuel a hiryu shoten ha. Hmm, maybe if you...

You then heard a scream of pain and turn to where it came from; behind you, you saw Winter's sister, heavily bruised and battered surrounded by fallen terrorists. She was on the ground and writhing in pain, her leg and sword arm obviously shot at. Across from her was catgirl, just barely on her feet and with her gunblade aimed right at the youngest Schnee.

Then you felt Kamen Kuno's ki gathering, and saw him among the mook brigade holding you in place, aiming another attack at the ice wall. His arm was still busted and he looked beat seven ways to Sunday, but he was still charging up for what was probably one last attack.

Fuck; normally you'd be able to fend everyone off so that the others didn't get hurt, but being slowed down like this made it so you could only leap to the rescue of one person. That was including yourself.

Who do you save?
[X] The youngest Schnee, the one clearly in danger with no way out
[X] Winter and her father, you don't think the wall will hold
[X] Yourself, at your current state the others couldn't be saved
[X] Write-in

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, stuff happened. Hope quality didn't suffer from it.

EnderofWorlds · Oct 24, 2014

[X] The youngest Schnee, the one clearly in danger with no way out
-- [X] Time for another Hiryu Shoten Ha variant! Ignite the hair and whip it into a spiral, then fill it with ice ki! Blast through these mooks and take out the leader!

Suddenly, your train of thought from before returns and you come up with an idea to mitigate the worst as you rush to Winter's sister's rescue. In an instant you channel ki into your fist, the hair whip wrapped around it. You thankfully had enough ki to push into the hair without sacrificing your speed or drawing from the ice wall's reserves. You did have to cheat a bit though, diverting some ki before it hit the second chakra so that the ki in the hair was hot to start with. As ki surged into the hair, the golden strands ignited in heat and flame; providing you with the heat necessary for a Hiryu Shoten Ha. With this, you no longer needed an outside source to provide heat to fuel the spiral. You could do it all on your own.

You fired off a corkscrew punch with your burning fist, the cold ki of the rest of your body clashing with the hot ki at the end of the strike, creating a horizontal spiral. As you threw your punch, you curved it to make the cyclone curve along with it; hitting Kamen Kuno along with his merry band of terrorist scum. You called out the name of this new technique as you sent them all flying back, "Kōtō Fū Ryū!"

Immediately you felt the pressure on you drop to nothing, your speed returning to it's fullest and then some given the sheer amount of ki you were channeling at the time to keep up. You blitzed to the youngest Schnee, rushing over right as catgirl was about to pull the trigger and standing guard over the young heiress in a flash. Ms. Kitty jumped back in shock and Winter's sister looked on in awe, as you stood valiant against the catgirl to protect her while she was defenseless. You got ready to strike, knowing full well that you could speedblitz her in your current state and take her down; permanently.

Right as you rushed Ms. Kitty, she seemingly cowered in fear; crouching and leaning away from you as far as she could. Feh, a true coward to the end, couldn't even face defeat with even a semblance of bravery or honor. She deserved what you were about to do to her. You raised your fist to lash out, arm covered in flames; the same flames of retribution burning in your eyes. You were just about to start your ruthless beatdown of the wretched scum-

Only to be struck by a horizontal slash; an ebony black blade of malevolent ki striking you right at the middle, leaving nothing but wilted rose petals in it's wake. It took all of your ki to stave off death and prevent yourself from being bisected, and even then you think there was a brief moment where you couldn't feel your lower half at all. You toppled over, barely stopping at your knees; mouth gushing blood along with your torso. You felt weak, completely drained even as ki flooded your body from the Soul of Ice; your body having simply been pushed to it's physical limits and unable to do much more. Not without some time to recover and heal. You tried to stand, to try and get into a guarding stance for the youngest Schnee's sake, but all you managed to to is make yourself flop backwards; facing Ms. Kitty and seeing the shocked and somewhat disgusted look on her face.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Kamen Kuno with a shit eating grin and heading your way. Shit; you might be able to do something, if you had time to recover, even if only for a brief moment. But with catgirl right in front of you that was doubtful, one wrong move and you'll probably be eating lead; if she doesn't decide to simply end you now, that is.

Then again, taking another hard look at her, you might be able to pull this off...

Internally sighing and taking a deep breath, you really hoped you didn't fuck this up. Putting on your most hateful glare, you stared down Ms. Kitty and began talking in disgust, "Well? What are you waiting for? This is what you wanted, isn't it?! Us battered, broken, and at your fucking mercy; all so you can 'prove you're the better man' or whatever bullshit you tell yourself to sleep at night. C'mon, it's only a man half-dead and an innocent girl who's only crime is apparently being born to a certain man, clearly the only true action is cold-blooded murder.

Congratulations; you've proven that you can get just as mean, cruel, and dirty as the so called bastards you say oppress you. How does that make you feel? Bet you feel good, don't ya? Feel real tough and strong, eh? Feel powerful now that the shoe's on the other foot now, huh. But hey, you deserve this. After all, you're so beaten and oppressed; so it's ok to do this right?"

"I...no-that's not; I don't-" You cut off the simpering coward before she could say anything else.

"Oh please, spare me the bullcrap excuses; 'But I had to!', 'It's necessary!', 'You don't understand!', 'There's no other way!'. Oh, my favorite is, 'This wouldn't have happened if you had just done what we told you!'. Yeah, makes you look like real good guys, doesn't it? Yup, I guess you really are the brave and noble heroes of this whole gruesome and bloody underground war. Yeah, I feel oh so bad that you have to mutilate innocent civilians and ruin the lives of thousands just so you can feel better about your lot in life. Uh-huh; yeah fuck that noise, you're all a bunch of pussies taking the easy way out instead of taking a real stand and doing things right.

You wanna really stand for justice, equality, and all that crap? Then do things right, none of this cloak-and-dagger bullshit; go and make a public stand and do things without resorting to this terrorism and oppression bullshit. But hey, I guess that's too much to expect from a coward like you. After all, all you seem to be able to do is run away. Well, that and taking potshots and beat up girls when they least expect it; let's not forget that talent of yours. Yep, truly you are the bastion of honor, nobility, valor, and justice among your kid; honestly you are. Though frankly, I guess that's not a high bar to pass judging from all of this."

You sigh, cough up more blood, then bitterly and resignedly tell her, "Fuck it; we all know how this ends, you point that little gun-sword of yours at the two of us, pull the trigger twice, report to your bosses on a job well done and ride the rest of your life to easy street. You're not gonna have second thoughts at this point, if you did you'd have acted on them by now. Or maybe you have and are just too much of a scaredy cat to act on them, which is even worse. But hey, not everyone can be brave and strong; I get that. I'm a martial artist; defend the weak, uphold honor and all that jazz. I know that not everyone has the balls to stand up for themselves. No worries, just another notch on your belt; amirite?"

You look towards Kamen Kuno, who's taking his sweet ass time getting her; clearly basking at seeing you beaten down like this. Which you totally understand, you creamed his sorry ass and he's just glad to see the shoe on the other foot. Shame you're working on ruining his day any second now. Granted, you haven't recovered by much; but by now you have enough that you could pull off something using the Kinpatsu no Nawa.

You make one last biting remark at Ms. Kitty as you get ready to strike at her boss, "Do you feel proud; looming over to beaten, innocent people like you are now? Does it feel good to have our lives in your hands? Tell me, do you long for the moment where you put a bullet in our head, so you can savor our final moments and bask in the aftermath of our deaths? Or is that something your boss hasn't gotten around to teaching you yet? Because it looks like he's about to give you his first lesson on the matter..."

Catgirl's eyes widen and she looks towards her boss, as do you; ki steadily doing what it can to heal your body and empowering the Kinpatsu no Nawa. Just a little more...a little more...one more second...and now!

You lash out with the golden whip, targeting his blade arm; pushing yourself up and bracing yourself for your next move. With a mighty tug, you yank on the whip and pull with all your might; you swore you could even hear the burst of energy and force you put into the pull! Trying to put Kamen Kuno off balance, you try to get him closer with the whip so that you could knock his lights out and end it before he notices that your second wind is less of a wind and more of a waffling breeze.

Huh...you thought a tall guy like him would've weight mo-

With a meaty slap, you feel something smack you right in the face; almost putting you off balance and on your ass again. Regaining your composure, you pick up what hit you and realize just why 'Kamen Kuno' felt so light.

Apparently, you only pulled his arm to you; and nothing else. Well, at least you took his katana with it...

Then you heard the screaming; turning back to the Masked Gazelle, you saw him sprawled over, rolling in agony and trying to use his gimp arm to staunch the stump where his other arm used to be. He was failing at it too, though that was a given; what with what you did to that arm earlier. Looking around you saw the remaining White Fang terrorists mixed between looking at their glorious leader in shock and horror, or looking at you in alarm and disgust.

Wait...they weren't looking at you, the direction was a bit off; they were looking at-

You turned back to Ms. Kitty, and saw that she was turned towards her leader too; only she looked at him with a blank stare, her gun-katana-kusarigama-thing in a returned position; blood dripping from the blade.

Well shit, you didn't think catgirl had it in her; guess at least one of them wasn't a complete monster and scumbag.

His writhing dying down; the glorious leader of the furries turned to his right hand catgirl and furiously demanded, "BLAKE?!? WHY?!?! YOU TRAITOR! HOW COULD YOU? HOW DARE YOU?! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY THE WHITE FANG?! OUR CAUSE! OUR PEOPLE! US, YOUR COMRADES! YOU WERE ONE OF US!!!!!"

"...I'm done..." You barely heard Ms. Kitty utter under her breath, only to be greeted with more screaming from her former boss.

"WHAT?!" He screamed; either from what he heard or from not hearing anything, you couldn't tell.

Luckily, Ms. Kitty was all to happy to clarify; "I said I'm DONE! I'm through with this bullshit, Adam! I'm sick of all the violence and terror, of all the brutality and mayhem that we cause. It's all we seem to do these days and I've had enough! This isn't what I signed up for; hell, this isn't what any of us signed up for! The White Fang was formed to defend our rights and equality from the humans, to make our voices heard so that our oppression wouldn't be ignored. It wasn't made so we could oppress and terrorize the humans back and prove them right about us!"

Ms. Ki-er, Blake, started to tear up and continued her speech; "Is this worth it, Adam? Do we really get out independence, our equality, our freedom; if all we do is prove all those naysayers and racist bastards right with our actions? Are we equals? Or are we just wild and rabid animals that the humans have deemed to much trouble to bother taming properly?"

Her words seemed to be affecting some of them, while others were siding with their glorious leader. Regardless, the black cat continued on, "Are we really doing what is right? What is 'necessary'? Or are we just taking the easy way out, the path of least resistance? Are we just...running away from the problem, by hiding under the insults and fears of our oppressors?

All my life...all my life, all I've ever done is run. I ran from the Schnee Dust Company mining town I was born in as a slave in all but name, I ran from the crushing guild and horror of watching the White Fang become...this, and I was ready to run from the White Fang out of shame and guild; trying to avoid retribution from my fellow brothers and sisters still loyal to the cause. Even today, I ran; I ran from my own conscience and morality as I was about to gun down the heiress of Schnee Dust simply because she was her father's daughter. When I had the barrel of my gun aimed at her face, I was no better than the people we fought against."

"But no more," Blake's eyes become steel and her voice picks up in strength and resolve, "I refuse to run! Even if it means I die today; I refuse to run, I refuse to be a coward anymore! So consider this my resignation from the White Fang, Adam! Because fuck you; and fuck all you pathetic, worthless, cowardly, sniveling little bitches who can't take a stand and instead stoop to the level of the very thing we fight against! You're what proves those bastards right about our kind."

Kamen Kuno, also known as Adam now, was helped up by a still conscious lieutenant; giving her a dirty look judging from his posture. He growled and uttered out, "Well then, traitor, I guess we'll just have to show you and everyone here was happens to those who betray the cause."

"Come get some, you little bitch..." Wow, you really didn't think this 'Blake' was that ballsy; but apparently you were wrong. But before she could get her licks in on her former boss, you had a little payback of your own to give.

You blitzed him as fast as possible, seemingly teleporting right in front of him and sending him flying back with an uppercut; hitting him so hard his mask even came off. You grabbed the mask before he could reach out for it and elbowed him right in the nose, savoring the loud and satisfying crunch you heard as his nose caved in from the blow. Motherfucker deserved that shit, and you wanted to feel his face cave in; meaning the mask had to go. You pocketed the mask and continued to pound on Kamen Kuno, enjoying every squelch and crunch your blows made on contact. You were worried for a moment as your senses went alert; the lieutenants having managed to pull themselves together and rushing at you to save their glorious leader. Fortunately, Blake was ready to stall them as you continued to tear Masked Gazelle a new one.

Alas, your mauling was cut short as once again you felt a familiar pressure all over your body; the annoying lieutenant from before was apparently not one of the ones Blake was keeping busy it seemed. Kamen Kuno took the opening to headbutt you, sending you reeling back for a moment and giving him time to crawl up to his knees as another White Fang soldier helped him up to his feet. Before you could move to continue the fight you saw several small aircraft come in; picking up the few remaining conscious White Fang members and taking off again in a rush.

The reason they were in a rush was probably because of the massive armada of air battleships and robots heading in your direction. Yeah, looked like the cavalry came for you this time. Suck it, dickbags.

You looked at the last leaving White Fang dropship, the bay doors open and Adam heavily leaning back on the other side. You looked him right in the eye, mostly because you could now, and pulled out his mask. With a shit-eating grin, you slowly put in on your face and flipped him off; exuding arrogance, pride, and spite from every pore of your body. The last thing you saw of him as he flew off into the distance was his body shivering and his face turning a lovely shade of puce. Yeah, suck it bastard; Ranma Saotome won, terrorist scum lost.

Battle over and done with, you dissolved the ice wall and took in all the ki used to maintain it to help you recover. Though it did help out a lot, you were still tired and drained to the bone. The last thing you saw as you were passing out was a bunch of robots moving in, Winter and her dad rushing towards her sister, Blake being handcuffed, and someone with gray hair moving towards the Gekkaja. Then, blackness...
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Again, you woke up in what looked like a hospital room; and with you was...
[X] Winter
[X] Winter's sister
[X] Blake
[X] Some old gray-haired dude

Author's Note: Looks like Adam's been...disarmed...

EnderofWorlds · Oct 30, 2014

[X] Winter's sister

The first person you see is Winter's sister, in a wheelchair with a cast on her arm and leg and looking at you with an odd look; sorta like a mix of concern and disbelief. You get up from the hospital bed, pull out the IV and leaped back to your feet. Once up, you stretched for a bit to get the kinks out, then turned to her and greeted her; "Sup, you're Winter's sister right? Um....wow, I don't think I got your name actually. Geez, my bad."

"Weiss," She tells you, "My name is Weiss Schnee, and yours is Ranma Saotome. You saved my life-"

"Aw it was nothing," you interrupted and waved her off, "I'm a martial artist, it's what I do; defend the weak and protect those who can't protect themselves." You then realized how that came out, "Erk-not that you're weak, I ain't saying that; just that you were trapped in a bad spot at the time and-"

"Nothing? Nothing?!" She was borderline gaping at you and in utter shock at your nonchalance, "You were bisected! I saw your torso almost slide off of your legs! And all you have to say 'it was nothing?!"

You shrugged, "Eh, I've been through-well, ok no I haven't been through worse; but honestly compared to the shit I've dealt with in the past I wouldn't say that was anything special. How about you, are you ok? I know little miss kitty messed you up a bit too, hope it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed."

"Am I o-are you serious?!" She bits back, baffled and stunned by your response, "I'm fine, you're the one who almost actually died out there! How can you just....just...just shrug that off like it didn't happen. You were cut in half, most people would be dead from that; and even if they survived they wouldn't be so-so nonchalant about it! And you're here just accepting it like it's par for the course, as if it's no worse than stubbing your toe! What if you had failed to hold yourself together with your aura, have you considered that? Or what if that cat faunus didn't listen; if you were wrong about her and she was just as bad as the rest of them, what then?"

You shrug, you didn't really have an answer for that, and you told her as such; "I'd have winged it, played things by ear and figured something out eventually. Be a bit more roughed up than I was here, but I'd find a way to win. I always do."

"You'd have-you just...I can't-I-I...ARGH!!!" Weiss growled at you and gritted through her teeth, "Your only other plan, if you'd failed, was to 'wing it'? 'Play it by ear'? Are you honestly so arrogant, so cocky, so short-sighted that the sheer possibility of you actually losing never occurred to you? That you'd fail and from that failure the White Fang would've done heaven knows what to my father and sister?! How could you just-just ignore what was at stake th-"

"I knew what I was doing, princess." You didn't like her tone, but you understood her point; kinda. Her family was at risk; things could've gone very bad, very fast and the slightest mistake could've doomed you all. If you'd messed up even the slightest, everyone'd be dead right now.

But you didn't, and there wasn't; so there was nothing to worry about. Ranma Saotome doesn't lose, not when it mattered.

You told the youngest Schnee just that, "Yeah, I get the stakes were high; that a single fuckup would've killed us all, but guess what? That doesn't matter; because Ranma Saotome doesn't lose. Not when it really matters. Because I'm the best, and all those terrorist bastards whose asses I kicked know it; they have the bruises and broken bones to prove it. They tried to do their thing, I fought them off; they lost, I won. End of story.

The 'what-ifs' and 'what could have beens' don't matter. I-no; we fought them off, we kicked their asses, and we sent them crying back to momma with their tails between their legs and that's all that matters. Because we were better than them; better fighters, better talkers, better people, better everything. We were better than them, and we proved it. We won; so relax and enjoy the victory, alright?"

Weiss just stares blankly at you for several minutes, the silence steadily growing more and more awkward before she finally speaks up; "You...you know what? Fine, nevermind; we'll do it your way then. Just forget it all and bask in the victory, right?"

"Nah, don't forget it," you correct her, "Just...you know, accept what did happen happened and roll with it. You don't take a punch straight on unless you're way tougher than the other guy, so you roll with the blow and keep going. We could've messed up; but we didn't. We could've died; but we didn't. Everything could've gone wrong; but it didn't. So...mission accomplished, we won cause we're badass and awesome. That's that, end of story."

"Just roll with it, huh?" Weiss ponders on your words for a moment, then smiled, "Ok, I can roll with that; we won because we were badass and awesome, and that's that. That's what you're saying, right?"

"Yeah; yeah, that's what I've been saying," you tell her, "Don't sweat the small stuff, cause it didn't happen; we handled it, it got taken care of, and everyone's happy. We all win!"

She giggles at that, "I guess we really do all win..." She shook her head, then moved onto a different topic, "If you wouldn't mind; father would like to have a word with you, and though I'd love to take you to him, well..."

Ah, yeah you could see the problem there. You grabbed hold of her wheelchair and said to her, "Point the way and we'll be there in a jiffy."

She smiled at you and pointed to where you had to go; and, like any courteous gentleman, you rushed to make sure you weren't late to your meeting. Meaning that you ran as fast as you possibly could. You're pretty sure you saw streaks of smoke on the floor from where you were running, though it was hard to focus over Weiss's screaming and her desperate attempts to keep up. Every time you did make a wrong turn or when she fell behind; you pulled some crazy maneuver to turn back and stay the course. Things like wall running, ice forming for u-turns, and even simply leaping through a window and breaking into a lower level of another building. Then, with a grand flourish, you slammed on the chair's brakes and skidded to a halt right in front of the meeting room you were led too; Weiss still screaming her head off.

...Huh, if you didn't know any better, you'd say there was some laughter mixed with the screaming. You shook your head; nah, that's just silly. Probably just you mishearing things.

As the screaming died down, you walked right up to the door to the meeting room and knocked; unintentionally opening the door wide open. Inside, you found Old Man Schnee and Blake talking with one another; the former terrorist in shackles and flanked by guards, but talking relatively genailly nonetheless.

"...I-I never knew; I mean, nobody in the White Fang even mentioned that. My own parents never told me that there was more to the mines than what was obvious. It was always just, 'Damn that bastard Schnee, look at what he's doing to us! The greedy human bastard...' and stuff like that. We looked around and saw abuse, oppression, and prejudice; but from what you're saying-"

"Child, believe me that I am no blind fool," Raurief interrupted the cat faunus, "All those things that terrorist cell of your fights against are very real things that exist, otherwise we wouldn't be here to begin with. But...It saddens me that so many of your kind have forgotten what this company has done for them. Forgotten that it was Schnee Dust that was the first to actually employ faunae after the war, despite the discrimination and prejudice against them. I convinced my father to take a gamble; and now...it seems like I'm paying for that gamble every day.

I make no excuses and hold no illusion that our company didn't treat you the same as our human employees; that we underpaid your kind, put them into mining and company towns that were obviously not as good as the ones for humans, but it wasn't out of spite or racism. It was necessity; Schnee Dust was expanding far beyond what it currently was, going beyond Atlas and becoming a worldwide company. We extended our reach far and wide, as fast as possible; arguably too fast and too far. Employing faunus workers wasn't some grand statement or equality movement, it was simple economics and business. Your people needed work, work that nobody was offering; and we needed workers that were cheap and plentiful.

The plan was to gradually even things out, once the company's profit margins expanded and we had the resources to fund everyone equally; but then the Faunus Rights Revolution and White Fang happened and...here we are. Years passed and the once desperate and grateful faunus workers are no longer as desperate, and steadily more and more upset and the gap between them and the humans. Me doing everything I can so that SDC isn't in a deficit, and you formerly conscripted in an organization dissatisfied with how slow change was coming for your people."

The wealthy CEO shrugged and said, "Frankly, there's no easy solution; the company doesn't have the funds to change things, because the White Fang attacks us on a regular basis and cut into profits. Which means we can't afford to make things better for our employees, which angers the White Fang and spurs them on to continue what they're doing. It's a vicious cycle, one that needs a miracle to stop; some outside force to change things."

It was then the old man noticed you and Weiss at the door; with a smile Raurief greeted you, "Ah, Ranma you made it; wonderful. And the doctors said you'd be out for a month, shows what they know."

He chuckled, then got up and walked up to his daughter, hugging her tightly. Obvious concern from before on his face, and tears budding in his eyes, and worried over Weiss; "Thank God you're alright, you scared me half to death out there! I...I just-please, please don't ever do that again; please meine Polarstern Fürstin..."

Weiss seemed a bit surprised from how concerned her father was, but still hesitantly answered him, "I...alright father, I promise."

With that family drama bit settled, Old Man Schnee turned to you and motioned to an empty chair, "Please Ranma; take a seat, we have a lot to go over and I can tell you'd like to get this over with. I'll let you take the lead here; feel free to ask whatever you want, there is plenty we have to talk about."

Old man's got a point, but first thing's first...

[X] So, why'd call me over here in the first place? You know, before the whole exploding ship and terrorist thing...
[X] Yeah....about that; those terrorist punks seemed to have a grudge against you, what's up with that?
[X] Before we start, I have a favor to ask; y'see....there were a few pals of mine that I lost track of...
[X] Write-in

Author's Note: Meine Polarstern Fürstin = My North Star Princess in German. Because every father has a name they call their little girl, even if it's something as simple as 'angel' or 'princess'. Also, I got tired of the 'corrupt, greedy, evil buisnessman'; so I'm playing the SDC vs. White Fang conflict differently here - both are kinda right, but also kinda wrong. And unfortunately, there's no real way to get out of the cycle.

Also, fun fact: Backstory for the nickname- Weiss's dad always referred to his wife as 'His guiding North Star' when she was still around, hence the nickname for Weiss. Could be something to keep in mind for later..."Weiss...she-she's so much like her mother that it hurts on some days..."

EnderofWorlds · Nov 3, 2014

[X] Lost and Seeking

You roamed the wilderness, lost once again with no idea where you were heading save for what you could see. Hell, you wondered if you were actually spirited away to; well, hell - it certainly felt like it, and knowing that it was Happosai's fault that you were stuck in this forsaken world really didn't prove the idea wrong in this case. After getting the hell out of the city after Ranma and that blonde chick started getting serious and trying to find the little girl Ranma threw at you, you got lost...again. Only this time; you ended up in the wilderness surrounded by demons.

Well, they seemed like demons; what with them dissolving into shadows after dying, the demonic bone masks and bone spikes all over, and especially since they seemed to home in on you constantly unless you unloaded a massive Shishi Hokodan to blow them away. Even then, you're pretty sure they still swarmed the crater of the aftermath of the ki blast. Now, though you hate to admit it; you were kinda-sorta...a little slow, but even you got the picture here: negative ki was to these monsters like fresh blood was to piranhas and sharks.

And again, though you hate to admit it, you weren't exactly someone who was happy-go-lucky or even just simply content with your life. Too much shit was simply piled onto your shoulders to simply ignore, it's why your Shishi Hokodan put Ranma's dinky little Moko Takabisha to shame; hell, why your ki in general put his to shame. Yours was simply heavier and denser with the years of pent-up negativity that he simply lacked. Too bad that was the whole reason you were being hounded by the literal beasts of hell now.

Dammit; the fact that this was just another factor of the chaotic hell that was your rival's life just pissed you off, and it was really only because it wasn't his fault in the first place that you weren't going to vent by pounding his face in. No, that was all the old fart's fault, and...maybe your's-but only a little, and it didn't count! Also because the whole reason you were trying to get to Nerima in the first place was...was...was because you needed his help.

Crap, now you've started thinking about that again, which was the last thing you needed in the middle of nowhere infested with angst-seeking monsters. Sighing, you shift through your pack and pull out what made you seek Ranma out in the first place; a letter from your parents, one you found after managing to get back home after the failed wedding - though the letter itself was written months before that. What was written on it, was probably the last thing you ever expected...

Ryoga,

Your father and I hope this letter finds you in good health, and that you manage to get it soon. Though what 'soon' is for our family is...relative; we hope that it's not worse than usual. The reason for that...is because of what your father managed to tell me when we managed to find each other again. About...Yoiko.

Now before you say anything; I know, I know: boys will be boys and your friend Ranma meant nothing by it except as a prank of some sort. Don't hold it against him, especially since...since we never told you. We were too scared to and...and it still hurt thinking about it; even to this day.

Ryoga, the truth is...you did have a little sister, and her name was Yoiko; she was just-just taken from us before her time.

It was two years or so after you were born; your father and I had managed to run into each other in Las Vegas after a particularly long time apart. Being gone for so long and getting together again, especially in the city of sin - we ended up...celebrating. Hired a guide to make sure we didn't get lost and everything. One thing led to another, and the next I knew the doctor said I was pregnant with a girl and shouldn't be traveling until after she was born.

We were so...so happy, your father and I; happy and afraid. Happy that we'd be able to give you a little sister, someone who could be beside you through thick and thin; someone you'd be able to protect and help, family who'd be there more than we could. But we were also scared, scared of what she'd think - of having a family she'd be lucky to see more than twice a year, a family who's blood carried this horrible, horrible curse. We saw how much it affected you, and we were afraid of making another suffer like you did.

That all changed when she was finally born, when she looked at me with your father's striking emerald eyes and smiled at me. Smiled with an innocent, carefree smile that only a child could; and right then and there I threw away all those regrets and cherished my little Yoiko. I swore that I'd never let her go. That she'd always know the love of her family; because she'd have me, your father, and you. So no matter what happened or how far we were, there'd always be someone around for her.

That was when...when...

...

...

Hello son; it's your father writing, your mother...she always took Yoiko's loss hard, and remembering it always hurts. While she's grieving, I'll be writing.

What happened was that the 'guide' we hired wasn't a guide; they were a cultist. Worshipped some freaky calamari god or whatever and were planning on sacrificing Yoiko over a-what was it- a hellgate? Doomgate? It was 'something-gate'; doesn't matter, what was important was that they took Yoiko from us, and we were gonna take her back.

For once in our lives we didn't get lost; we chased those bastards right to their lair and their stupid gate, and fought off as many as we could; even stopping the bastard with the knife aimed at your sister's throat. We though we won...

...Unfortunately, the fucker still drew squiggles on Yoiko with his blood and managed to wheeze out some sort of incantation. I managed to stop him mid-way, but the damage was done- Yoiko was gone. The last I saw of my darling baby girl, your little sister, was her peaceful sleeping face and the tuft of hair that was just like your mother's. You know; that lovely shade of crimson that'd look like blood and gore on so may other people...but your mother, she made it look like roses and love given color.

Son; I don't expect anything to come of this, save for the bitter realization of what could have been, but dammit I still have to do this. Even after visiting every occultist and paranormal expert we could and being told it's a lost cause, we still looked for her- are still looking for her, at some level. All I ask, all I beg of you, is that if you can find anyone or anything that can help; please, tell us. If somehow, you manage to find out where she is; go and find her.

Please...if you can; please find Yoiko. Find her, and bring her home...

Love,
Mother and Father

You felt all the sadness, all the grief and sorrow and pushed it upward; a surging column of blood-red ki that was almost black coming forth from your body. Easily the size of a small mountain, you flung it up with a loud roar, "SHISHI HOKODAN!"

The ki flew up into the sky, then descended down like a meteor; smashing into you and bathing the world into a bloody haze as far as you could see. When the ki finally dissipated, you were spent emotionally and all around you was a crater easily ten times the size of any you made back home. You know that this latest blast took care of the black beasts for now and bought you more time to think and rest.

You took off the bandanna wrapped around your head, yellow with black stripes and spots; just like an oni's would be. Looking at it, you can see where the stripes and spots in one of the corners of the cloth made out your name in kanji. Everyone in your famliy had one, even Yoiko would have one; wherever she may be.

"Yoiko..." you whispered, "I swear, I will find you; I will find you and bring you home, for mother and father. For our family; for you, wherever you may be and whatever may happen- it doesn't matter!

Because I'm your big brother! And as your big brother I'm here to protect you! To keep you safe! To make you happy; to make you smile when you frown, to bring you joy when you're drowning in sorrow! And most of all...to stand by you no matter what happens, as family!

So no matter where you may be, and no matter what may try and stop me; I will be there for you-as your big brother, when I find you, I will never let you down..."

Exausted both physically and emotionally, you laid down on the earth; letting your ki recover a bit before you went on the move again. As you relaxed on the earth, you felt...something nagging at you; as if it were pushing against you and trying to get inside you. And it never stopped!

Whatever it was, it never let up; and only added fuel to the massive fire of bullshit you found yourself in: searching for Yoiko, lost and surrounded by monsters, stranded in another world, and to top it all off now you couldn't even rest without something happening! Fed up with this stupid pushing-twitching feeling, you lashed out at it with whatever ki you had left in you to make it go away. Instead, it did the exact opposite; it latched onto your ki and was dragged in. You frantically tried to get this...whatever out of you, pushing it out like you pushed out your ki for the Shishi Hokodan.

What happened was...surprising; instead of a ki-or whatever this was-blast, there was a surge in the ground in front of you. Spikes of earth erupted and rushed forward, following where the energy would've gone had it come out in the Shishi Hokodan you were trying to make. And to top it off, the feeling was still there.

You repeated this several times; push ki out, get whatever in, then push that out and make earth do stuff. You found that the more ki you emptied out of you, the more this...power rushed into your body; as if it was trying to replace your ki or something. To check if this was true, you drew your ki in while you had this energy inside of you. Thankfully, it didn't go away and your ki wasn't kept out of you; it just...overlaid over the new power. Like it was there, but not there. Whatever it was; it also seemed to energize you like ki did, so that was sorta helpful.

As you felt this newfound energy flowing into your body, you started to look around; trying to find the source, seeing nothing but the crater you made. Trying to get a better view around you; you leapt to the skies and tried to get a bird's eye view. The moment your feet left the ground, you felt all the new energy inside of you leave your body; shocking you and almost messing up your landing because of it. It took you a while to think about what happened but then, you had an idea: you jumped up into the air and the energy left you again. And when you landed...the energy returned.

Then, you slammed your foot into the earth so hard your leg was covered in dirt up to the knee; and the energy surged into you even faster and harder. So that was it, huh? You could draw...something from the earth, but only when you were touching it...

Immediately, your mind went into a frenzy; working out possible techniques and strategies for your next fight, plans on how to incorporate this into your style. Sure, it was just a distraction from what was bothering you; but you needed something to take your mind off of that, for a while at least. And hey, you always enjoyed putting Ranma in his place with a new technique to kick his ass...

Author's Note: Bet you didn't see that coming, did you? Prepare for Earthbender Ryoga the next time you meet him, because I needed to give him something to match PSoI. Also, next time; figuring out just what the Dirt Mafia has in mind for you. You ready to meet 'Big V' Vinnie and Jack the Ripper?

EnderofWorlds · Nov 13, 2014

[X] So, why'd call me over here in the first place? You know, before the whole exploding ship and terrorist thing...

"Yeah, why don't we start out with the obvious one here; why'd ya call me over? I mean, no offense, but I don't think I'm cut out for the whole 'business' thing and you don't seem to be short on muscle if you got the military on call for ya..." Before you could go on, Raurief chuckled and interrupted you.

"You'd be surprised Ranma, but believe me I think we can help one another to make both of our lives very comfortable. I just need to put in a good word with-" Right then, the doors to the room were opened and Old Man Schnee turned to see who came in, smiling and greeting them happily, "Ah, just in time James; and I presume that this is the pride and joy Polendia's been gushing about constantly these past few months?"

Truning around, you see a man around Old Man Schnee's age, with steel gray hair and a military uniform. You're pretty sure you saw him before you blacked out earlier, but it was hard to say. Besides him, was a redheaded girl around your age; looking at everything with curiosity and wonder. Frankly, it make her look a lot like a little kid; though her outfit didn't help out in that regard either. Maybe 'oversized toddler' was more fitting than 'around your age'. Raurief motioned to the table and they both took a seat, shaking the old man's hand as he motioned his head to a guard; you heard him mutter something about refreshments and the guard leaves the room.

The military guy, obviously 'James' spoke up, "It's good to see you're ok Raurief; and yes, this is the pride and joy of the future of Atlas's military forces, Penny. In light of what just happened, I thought it prudent to being the best we could for both you and your family's safety."

"And I appreciate it James," Old Man Schnee said, "But, I recall Polendia saying that there was a lot more work to be done before 'his little girl' was ready for the world. Is she...?"

James chuckles and waves off the old man's concerns, "Rau, we both know that Polendia's an obsessive perfectionist on the best of days; with Penny he's even worse. I assure you, she's perfectly capable of functioning on the field and for whatever duties you see fit to assign her."

"I'm combat ready!" Penny declares with a salute, inadvertently bumping into the secretary coming in with a platter of refreshments and causing the pitcher to-and you can see there this is going and...yep, there it goes. Hello tits, it's been awhile; several days in fact. You usually swing by more often, is something wrong? Not that you were complaining, it's just unusual is all.

Everyone else, however, wasn't taking it as well as you were. Eyes bugged out and gaping mouths, you decided to nip this in the bud before Weiss gets out the obvious exclamation that was on her lips. With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, you told everyone, "Look; it's a long story but to boil it down: was born a boy, stuff happened, now cold water equals girl, hot water boy. And it doesn't mean that I'm all girly and shit when I am a girl; I'm 100% man, got it?"

The military guys just sighed and rubbed his temples, "...Sure as hell the weirdest Semblance I've ever heard of..."

Weiss clearly wasn't content with your cliff notes, but Raurief just chuckled and said, "While I'm certain there must be a very interesting story behind this, I can agree that it can wait; we have more important matters to discuss. This," he motions to James, "Is General James Ironwood, head of the Atlesian Military. He's here because Schnee Dust has a very close and deep connection with the military, in which 50% of our dust is shipped to them at a fraction of the price. In return, they accommodate our security needs as well as their R&D to bolster our own. It's a partnership that benefits both parties, and more importantly the kingdom as a whole.

Ranma; as a foreigner to our world you wouldn't know this, but mankind is limited to only four kingdoms: Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, and Atlas. Expeditions, roving caravans, settlers and small villages have all been attempted in the past; but all ended in failure because of the Grimm. There's just...too many to fight off, each time attempts at expansion are tried they inevitably swarm the place. People panic, fear and chaos spreads, which in turn feed the Grimm and lure even more in. It's a vicious cycle, and the only reason mankind hasn't died out is because of Dust; our greatest weapon against the Grimm, our salvation and survival. With Dust, we've managed to drive off the grim and forge kingdoms; great kingdoms with both valiant defenders and natural barriers to keep us safe. And thus, we grew and prospered..."

Old Man Schnee paused, took a breather, and continued; "Which brings us to the biggest problem, Dust. Of the four kingdoms it is Atlas which has the fewest natural barriers to keep us safe; we lack Vale's cliffs and ravines, the deserts of Vacuo, or the mountains and volcanoes of Mistral. All we have ice; desolate ice which is near impossible to inhabit. The glaciers we could use to defend ourselves are too inhospitable to actually live in, it's a miracle we found the few natural barriers we did find in founding our kingdom.

Fortunately, what we lacked in protection we were compensated in power; of the four kingdoms, it is Atlas which has the largest and most numerous Dust deposits. We quickly learned and adapted, using the Dust to forge weapons and walls to defend ourselves. Others decry the fact that our military is the largest, the most cutting edge, and always prepared for total war; but we do it not as warmongers, but as desperate people doing what they can to ensure our safety. The walls of our kingdom and the military is all that would keep the Grimm at bay were they to strike.

However, like with anything in life, Dust doesn't last forever; we've had to constantly expand and dig deeper in our mines for Dust, endlessly searching for more deposits to mine. It's not soon, but it is inevitable for the Dust to run out; especially when we've become the world's single largest supplier of Dust throughout all four kingdoms. The moment we run out of Dust, is the moment the world does."

Well...that was certainly a downer, not exactly the most pleasant of introductions; but it still didn't answer your question. "So...what does that have to do with me?"

It was General Ironwood who spoke up, "Your arrival definitely stirred quite a ruckus, but it was the aftermath that grabbed our attention."

With that, he flicked a switched and a holographic screen popped up, and what was on it was simply...breathtaking. Radiant ice covering all of the earth, fiery crimson seemingly descending from on high as if to counter it. Or balance it, maybe even both; like a yin and yang, fire and ice sorta deal. But it was what was between them that was truly beautiful.

A swirling pillar of airy emerald, flecked and streaked with crimson and azure; like a tornado caught and immortalized in crystal. Withing the frozen green currents was a coiling dragon of ice, rising up to meet what was at the apex of the pillar of emerald wind: a dragon of rubies and fire; western to contrast with the eastern blue dragon. The rising dragon had risen above it's western counterpart, and seemingly belched a cone of frost right as it had lunged and tore at it's foe's neck with it's fangs. And from that cone erupted more crystal wind along with ruby streaking out of the fire dragon's neck; blood from the wound it took.

Then, you realized what you were looking at; the green you saw before you passed out was the green pillar in the picture you were seeing now. You...you and Blondie, you both made this. Whatever 'this' was.

Old Man Schnee fills in the blanks, "That's Dust; all of it, highest quality Dust ever recorded in history and in quantities unheard of. Fire, Ice, and Wind Dust, enough to engulf the entire southeastern district of Vale City; enough to make a hundred thousand paupers into millionaires.

And as of yesterday, it's all mine; all property of SDC. Ranma, in one night you made me enough money to make up for nearly a decade of deficits and sabotage. One night. I can tell from the look of your face that you don't know how you did it, but you did; and we can work out the 'how' later. Together, as partners."

...Yeah, you were still processing the whole 'hundred thousand paupers to millionaires' thing he mentioned; so you didn't have anything to say right now. Old Man Schnee, however, took it in stride and continued talking, "I propose that you become a partner of Schnee Dust Company; you will provide us with high-quality Dust to sell on the market, and we will compensate you with whatever you desire. Money, Fame, Women; name it and it's yours, I guarantee it. And all you need to do in return is make us a set quantity of Dust per month; enough for both my company to make a profit and the military to not have to worry about any shortages anytime soon."

The shrewd businessman chuckled, "But given what you made in a night, I doubt you really have to worry about that. So, we have a deal?"

Your brain had finally rebooted at that point, "YES! Er-I mean, I would love to join as a partner of Schnee Dust Company, Mr. Schnee. All I want is for someone to cover my tabs and a place for me to practice my martial arts. Oh and maybe stuff like equipment for whatever dojo you can find for me, new clothes, those little hot-dog thingies in croissants rich people eat, a place to stay, uhh...hmm what else...uhh-"

Mr. Schnee just laughed and put a hand on your shoulder, "Oh, come now lad; you can call me by my name. Or Jack, all my close friends call me Jack; and with everything you've done and are going to do for me, I believe we're going to be very close friends. Consider all you requests done; you'll stay with me and my family in our estate, we have plenty of facilities both there and at headquarters for you to use. Weiss, as you've seen, is training to be a Huntress so you'll find the finest equipment already available to you. If you need teachers, sparring partners, or anything of the like; just ask and I'll have them delivered."

He then motioned to the secretary, who handed you a credit card and one of those hologram tablet thingies. Mr. Schnee, or Jack explained, "The card is linked to my personal account, feel free to spend as you wish; cost is definite not an issue. The scroll is a gift, use it to contact me and I'll try to respond as soon as possible. Now, I believe that settles everything; save for the eventual contract legalease and unless James here has anything to add."

The general shook his head, "No, I believe you've covered everything that needed to be covered; though if possible, the Atlesian Military would humbly request for you to work on producing Lightning Dust. It's the one type of Dust we haven't seen you create yet, and it's arguably the most useful for our purposes; though we can work around it with the other Dust types provided."

"Uhh, I'll...definitely give it my best shot," you told him. Then, you heard a ringing sound and saw Weiss pulled out her own scroll. She talked on the scroll for a bit before hanging up and telling her father, "That was Winter, she's woken up and recovered from her panic attack. I'm going to-"

Jack raised his hand up, "I understand princess; go on, I'll join you in a bit."

Turning to you, he said, "You're free to do whatever you want here Ranma; the scroll has my secretary on speed dial two, she'll tell where everything is. I just have some things to discuss with James and another associate coming by in a minute; he's someone else I have to introduce you to, but it can wait for later if you don't want to right now."

Well, you've gotten your answers; now you're going to...

[X] Head out and train, it's been almost two whole days since you last trained; and that's too days too long. (Pick 1~3)
-- [X] You just pulled the Splitting Cat Hairs out of your ass yesterday, now it's time to actually practice and master it
-- [X] You've fought a Saffron-level opponent and a terrorist organization in the span of two days, and you doubt it's going to be any better anytime soon. You hate to do this, but perhaps it's time to unseal the Umi- and Yamasenkens so you are prepared for fights of that caliber in the future.
-- [X] You got bisected; let's repeat that, you got bisected. Shit, that right there is some serious damage and you just barely lucked out of not dying. Unfortunately, you never really got the chance to bum any techniques from Tofu; but hey, how hard can it be to heal with ki right?
-- [X] It slices, it dices, it extends and hardens; and best of all it ignites on fire! Get your own Magical Flaming Hair for one easy payment of Ass-kicking from Blondie, tax and shipping excluded. Seriously though, the damn hair was a wonderful improvised weapon that's been pulling it's weight; maybe you should look into it a bit more?
-- [X] ~~Neko-ken~~ ahahahahahaa...no. Nope. Nuh-uh. Now way no how, not gonna happen.
-- [X] So, since everything in this world runs on ki...and you've started figuring out some serious ki manipulation...maybe you should try some stuff on the robots or something? Hey, maybe it'll lead to something; who knows?
-- [X] Dust. Crystallized ki used to empower people, blow stuff up, and overall do just about anything. Sounds legit; maybe you should experiment with the stuff.

[X] Go with Weiss to see Winter. Panic attack? That sounds pretty serious, and last you remember she was behind the ice wall. Did something happen...?

[X] Stick around with Mr. Sh-er, Jack and James, see who this other guy who's coming is and what exactly they're planning.

[X] "Uh, hey; not to bother you or anything Jack, but why does your secretary have a collar on the platter she brought everything with? And why's it blinking? And why does it have Blake's name on i-oooh. Oh..." Maybe try to...um, you dunno, help Ms. Kitty out here?

[X] Write-in

Author's Note: Computer issues and writer's block is a horrible, horrible combination; I was so close to committing ritual ~~sudoku~~ seppuku over being such a total failure about this, but what's done is done. It's out and hope you like it. Blarg.

EnderofWorlds · Feb 4, 2015

[X] "Uh, hey; not to bother you or anything Jack, but why does your secretary have a collar on the platter she brought everything with? And why's it blinking? And why does it have Blake's name on i-oooh. Oh..." Maybe try to...um, you dunno, help Ms. Kitty out here?

Weiss wheeled herself out of the room, declining any attempt from you to help her saying, "I think I've had enough of your...special assistance Ranma, I can move myself." You shrugged in response, you didn't really care one way or another; it was her call, you were just offering a helping hand. You still helped with the door though, mainly because she couldn't properly work the handle from her chair. As you opened the door and were about to leave the room after Weiss, you noticed something from the corner of your eye; something that made you hesitate and pause for a moment.

Still midway through the door, you called out to Weiss, "Hey, I'll be there in a sec; just wanna talk some things over with your old man. Tell Winter I said to get well soon and hope she's ok." Weiss looks a little confused, but nods in agreement and heads off to meet with her older sister. You, meanwhile, go back inside the conference room to deal with the elephant in the room that was very well hidden. Slowly, you closed the door and walked back to your seat; carefully sitting down again and looking back and forth between what was on the silver platter that had refreshments from earlier and the man who ordered them delivered.

"So, Jack..." You pointed at the collar sitting innocently and harmlessly on the platter with everything else, "Mind explaining what that's all about?"

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to where you were pointing, finally seeing the collar that was innocuously hidden on the platter. Both Blake and General Ironwood turned towards Jack immediately and rose up, a look of fury and chagrin on their respective faces. Inadvertently in unison, they began to protest against Jack's apparent punishment. All the meanwhile, Jack was calmly sipping on a glass of water, completely nonchalant.

"You lying, conniving, racist son of a bitch! I should've known all that earlier talk was just-"

"Rau, you know this won't do you any favors. I thought you were trying to step away from the image of-"

Immediately the old CEO stood up and slammed his glass into the table, a loud thud and echoing shatter filling the room and silencing all protests. Etched in his eyes was a baleful rage and in his hand was the shards of shattered glass, digging deeper and deeper as his fist was clenched in anger. With a furious shout he killed any further protest, "ENOUGH!"

He turned vehemently towards Blake, and with barely restrained bile in his voice he uttered, "You do not get to speak; not after what you've done to my daughters. Because of you, Weiss was almost crippled for life and Winter almost died from the sheer shock and stress of it all! Stress that wasn't helped by seeing her younger sibling in a pool of her own blood looking half dead. So whatever petty protests and complaints you may have, you can just shove them right up your ass!"

"And as for you!" Jack turned right onto the general, his temper and enraged speech not losing any momentum for a second, "You should know me better than that James; it's not about race, it's never about race despite what all those bastards out there think. I don't care if it was Remnant's most pathetic Faunus pauper or the damn Wizard of Vale descended from his emerald spires himself; I'd still do to them what I'm doing to this girl if they were to blame! Because at the end of the day, my daughters almost died; and it was in part by this girl's hand!

Now I already know what you're going to say, and you're right: they didn't die and in the end the Faunus girl did change sides. But, all things considered, my daughters came real damn close to having their lives ruined or lost; and I'd say that each instance comes to around...half a life, don't you think? The trauma, the pain, the suffering; even with the lucky break and last minute save, I say it's still only fair that all of that still counts for something, right?

And last I checked; two halves equals one whole, meaning that my daughters are owed a life for the pain they've been through. An eye for an eye James; you know that's how I roll. That's what I learned from my father, and what he learned from his father before; and though I may not like the bastard, I'll admit that he wasn't completely full of shit and vitriol."

Wow, you...had no idea how to even begin to respond to that; and judging from General Ironwood's face, neither did he. And Blake; well, she just wilted and cringed with every word that came out of Old Man Schnee's mouth. She clearly wasn't taking the reminder of what happened well, especially with hearing just how bad it almost was. Hell, you didn't realize that things had gotten that bad; and hearing it from Jack only hammered it in. He was Winter's and Weiss's dad, and he had to sit back and watch as one daughter was almost crippled for life while the other was teetering on the brink of death; all the while incapable of doing anything but pray that the doctors could fix it.

And you could see it clear as day, even though you weren't exactly the best at reading the atmosphere; Jack's raw sorrow, rage, and feelings of complete helplessness and incompetence radiated off of him so blatantly that you'd have to be an unfeeling robot to miss it. The man was angry, and looking to do something to make things right again from his perspective.

"Now, this is how it's going to go down," Jack continued, after taking a moment to compose himself somewhat, "Miss Belladonna here is going to let me put that collar on her. Said collar has both a tracker to ensure that I and several other select individuals know where she is at all times. It was also hold a small, high-yield Dust explosive capable of vaporizing her completely the moment she is outside of the range of the tracker's receivers or is deemed necessary to do so by her handlers. Then, she will work for my daughters; whatever they ask of her, she will do without hesitation or complaint to the best of her abilities. She will continue to be my daughters' servant until it is deemed by them that she has done enough to atone for the suffering she caused them, or after a year and a day; whichever takes longer.

She will also protect them and put their lives above her's at any given moment, if it comes between them and her; she better damn well choose them or else she'll be dead regardless. It's only fair, given that she almost took their lives away by her own hand. As I see it, this part covers almost killing Winter, and the servant part covers almost crippling Weiss for life. She nearly killed Winter, so now she has to die for her when necessary. She almost robbed Weiss of her arm and leg, so now she gets to act as her arm and will manifest when commanded.

Now, if there aren't any other objections I beli-" Before he could finish, Jack was interrupted by a loud clamping sound. Turning to the source of it, everyone saw a teary-eyed Blake having just put on the collar herself, looking completely devastated, guilty, and miserable. In a guilt-ridden tone full of regret, she asked quietly, "Can...can I at least get a different design on the collar?"

Thrown off by her compliance, Old Man Schnee paused for a minute before responding. "Ah, I suppose that's fine; I'll...contact someone to change it, just...answer them when they call Ranma."

Well, that didn't seem too bad, all Blake had to do was pick up when someone called-wait a minute. Hold up.

You asked Jack in confusion, "Uhh, call me? Why me?"

To which he blithely replied back, "Why, because you're one of the people I've trusted to keep watch over our repentant prisoner, of course!"

What?!

Before you could even protest out loud, Jack continued, "There's a receiver for the collar tracker in your scroll; if she ventures so much as a single inch out of range the bomb triggers. You've proven yourself far more than trustworthy enough for this Ranma; besides, you were the one to reach out to the poor girl and make her change sides. It's probably for the best that you continue to keep an eye on her."

Well...shit, you couldn't exactly argue with that logic; you were the one spewing all those lines and speeches that got her to turn on the terrorists. Not to mention that you were unbiased and the only one of the whole group who wasn't affected by Ms. Kitty's actions as a whole, meaning that you were probably going to be the only possible friendly person around her. Obviously Jack made his stance clear, and you weren't going to bet of Weiss or Winter's reactions being much better.

So, with a heavy sigh, you tell Schnee, "Alright fine, I'll do it. Now, if there isn't anything else; I'm going to go now. And I guess I'm taking Blake with me."

"By all means, go right on ahead Ranma," Jack tells you, "And do call if you need anything, my people are at your service."

You just grunt and nod in affirmation, not exactly in the mood to talk anymore; then leave, with Blake tailing behind you, still guilt-ridden and like a wilting flower.

Well, that sure as hell didn't go as planned; you not only failed to talk Jack out of collaring Blake, but were now also her parole officer, so to speak. You felt like venting right about now, and fortunately you knew just how to do it.

[X] Training Time! (Pick 1~3)
-- [X] You just pulled the Splitting Cat Hairs out of your ass yesterday, now it's time to actually practice and master it
-- [X] You've fought a Saffron-level opponent and a terrorist organization in the span of two days, and you doubt it's going to be any better anytime soon. You hate to do this, but perhaps it's time to unseal the Umi- and Yamasenkens so you are prepared for fights of that caliber in the future.
-- [X] You got bisected; let's repeat that, you got bisected. Shit, that right there is some serious damage and you just barely lucked out of not dying. Unfortunately, you never really got the chance to bum any techniques from Tofu; but hey, how hard can it be to heal with ki right?
-- [X] It slices, it dices, it extends and hardens; and best of all it ignites on fire! Get your own Magical Flaming Hair for one easy payment of Ass-kicking from Blondie, tax and shipping excluded. Seriously though, the damn hair was a wonderful improvised weapon that's been pulling it's weight; maybe you should look into it a bit more?
-- [X] ~~Neko-ken~~ ahahahahahaa...no. Nope. Nuh-uh. Now way no how, not gonna happen.
-- [X] So, since everything in this world runs on ki...and you've started figuring out some serious ki manipulation...maybe you should try some stuff on the robots or something? Hey, maybe it'll lead to something; who knows?
-- [X] Dust. Crystallized ki used to empower people, blow stuff up, and overall do just about anything. Sounds legit; maybe you should experiment with the stuff.

[X] Go meet up with Weiss and Winter. Someone has to explain what the hell just happened and why they now have a catgirl maidservant on call.

[X] Fuck it, you feel like punching someone; so now you are gonna punch someone. Maybe even several someones. Repeatedly even. It'll be a grand ol' punchapalooza! There's gotta be someone around who's deserving of an ass-whuppin, right?

Author's Note: So, as probably every RWBY fan knows by now; RWBY's creator, Monty Oum, has passed away as of Febuary 1, 2015. The status of the series, his personal pet project that was practically a child to him, is uncertain; though it seems highly likely it'll continue on as that's what he would've wanted. Everyone at Roosterteeth thanked all the people who donated to him and his family when he was in intensive care, and who gave their well-wishes and eventual respect at his passing. They said that, for those who wanted to honor his passing, that they should do something creative; to pull from the recesses of our minds and make manifest our dreams and fantasies like Monty did, and to press on to see it through.

This one's for you Monty; for being an inspiration and a rekindling of creativity in myself and countless others. May your work carry on and continue to entertain, inspire, and ensnare many more to come. For it is in passing that we achieve immortality, through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, may your soul soar free, and in the heavenly raiment above us all; bring us inspiration and drive.

Where the Hell Am I Now?! (Ranma 1/2 \ RWBY)

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