Ranma/ Panzer Dragoon Saga
'Avatar'
Ranma opened his eyes to the still night sky, and immidiately noticed the weight on his lap and stomach. Though he strangly didn't feel tired, the pigtailed boy's mind was still in a confused jumble; trying to figure where he was at the moment. He was also too afraid to look down, for fear that someone had taken advantage of his previous state of unconciousness, which would in turn garner him the ire of some other person's outraged retribution.
The slightly more than mild panic that had taken his mind quickly shook him awake, and he looked down to find a girl that he wasn't completely familiar with. Eventually his mind focused enough for him to realize that it was the girl that was helping him find wherever he needed to be.
Ranma wasn't sure of his destination, but felt for some reason that he needed to trust the girl whose given name was Azel. He studied her for a bit, as she remained asleep, curled up against his front. Her face was dirty from the dust of the desert, but strangly it didn't seem as if she had any organic grime about her, like smooth leather that was expertly washed, and had become dusty over a time. Her armor covered body seemed gangly and scrawny, now that he could take time to observe it; most assuradly not as athletic or as amorous as he seemed to have known before. Her face also seemed plain, almost boyish, but she had her own peculiar beauty about her, like one of a youthful child who had an expression of innocent curiousity at all times. She didn't really strike him as the curious type, it was more like her face had been sculpted that way as it's normal position. Azel's hair was smooth and slick, jutting from the back of her head like a flexible cone that began to curl at the end. Ranma couldn't help himself but to touch it, and found its texture almost like the soft fur of a ca... of a well groomed small animal. Although her hair was jet black, Ranma imagined the crystaline blue eyes the girl hid under closed eyelids strangly complimented her quif in an exotic, otherworldly manner. She definitely was a rare beauty to behold.
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Azel immidiately awoke to the feeling of Ranma stroking her hair. Her body would always become active if contact was made with her while in self imposed sleep, but this touch was not hostile in any manner. It was something she had never experienced before, but found it a strangly soothing gesture. She decided to lay with her eyes closed, as not to alert her companion so that she could continue to enjoy the sensation. The body heat he was giving off under her was amplified through the light ebony black and bone white armor she wore, helping her to keep warm in the coldness of the night desert and regulate her body temperature; just as it would filter out the heat of the desert to a certain degree.
Her mind came upon an inquiry. The boy wore no such armor, just the thin and strange material she found him clothed in. Surely he had felt the effects of the desert... come to think of it, she recalled the slight cold he gave off the other day, when he came back from the site of the cyclone that formed almost out of nowhere. Was he built or born with some sort of internal temperature regulator? Such a thing would be possible for something designed from the ancient civilization. Her contemplation had distracted her from the slight satisfied murmering she was making...
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Ranma quickly shot up, realizing what he was doing. The girl's eyes blinked open suddenly, and stared up at the pigtailed boy in slight confusion.
"Ah... I... um, I didn't mean nutt'n by it!" Ranma tried to defend, standing against the inside of the stone crevice he created. She blinked, not understanding his language, but Ranma knew that she wasn't offended, and she didn't seem to be 'in love' with him (Thank whatever God was watching him at that moment), so he calmed down, while still chuckling nervously and scratching the back of his head.
To ease his tension, he looked out to the open desert, and decided that it would be as good as time as any to get in some practice. He walked out, and stood with his feet together until he relaxed himself and found his focus. The pigtailed martial artist took a deep breath, and then began to flow into a moderately paced, but heavily controlled kata that emphesized muscle coordination.
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Azel was able to watch her companion for the first time without any distractions. What little moonlight that shined upon him gave a surreal shimmer to his clothes that along with his fluid and precise motions, made him seem like he was majority flowing liquid, or a smoothly morphing crystal that had been impossibly polished to roundness.
Almost mesmerized by his motions, she stood up, and slowly approached. She didn't get close enough to interfere, but close enough to study his face. It was an expression that she had not seen on any person other than a child's face. A simplistic joy that wasn't tainted by the worries of the guardians or of the Empire's current state or of concern for neighboring nations attempting to invade. She could stare at his face indefinitely.
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Ranma paused with his foot still held out in a high thrust kick that hadn't quite straightened out yet, and turned to look at the girl. She jolted, as if realizing that she had been noticed, and Ranma gave a smirk.
He brought his foot back down to the ground, and walked beside Azel to face the same direction she was. The girl looked curiously at him, as Ranma threw a punch that was quick, controlled, and precise.
"A punch," Ranma stated with a smirk, and repeated the motion again. He had noticed everone's intrest when he practiced the art, it was almost as if this was something they had never seen before. He scoffed at the notion; he had seen soldiers, so they had to have some sort of hand to hand combat. Maybe it hasn't been as refined as his was.
The pigtailed boy had chuckle slightly; to think, he may be the one that brings the art of military hand to hand combat to this place.
The girl watched him as he completed the motion of a punch several more times and in several other variations, always stating the name of the technique. Suddenly, a light came into the girl's eyes in realization.
The girl replicated his current punch, arbeit much more clumbsy than the young man's, and gave it her own name, "$&%^@...?"
Ranma tilted his head slightly, and repeated her motion correctly, and used the word she did, "yeah, $&%^@... or whatever." She repeated the motion, and said the name again. Ranma stopped her from retracting her fist, and corrected her stance. Once he assumed she had the general idea of what he was doing, he guided her arm back to ready position, and slowly pulled it forward into a proper straight punch. He then stood off to the side, and repeated the motion, silently urging her to follow him. She made the punching motion, but the motion of her arm and the turning of her torso did not flow together.
The pigtailed boy gave an approving smile at the standard beginner's mistake. He knew it would be a while before this scrawny beanpole of a girl would be able to throw a compotent attack, much less series of them. But he was happy to share the art with someone else.
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Azel repeated the punch slowly, taking careful note of what Ranma was guiding her gently to do. She wondered to herself, exactly how long would it take for her to learn his wardance?
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The Emperor had barely slept that night. They had completed on phase of his ascension to the greatest of glories, and now they were en route to Sol Dolei, which would bring them to cross the second fleet he had sent to investigate the disturbance from the night before.
In his mind, he had an inkling that he should have overseen the expedition himself, but his current tasks were much too great to let it be handled by any others. Besides, the reports had stated that there was nothing more in the area other than the remains of a battle between to Gigras.
Now that the Emperor thought about it, he was more than sure that he should have handled the investigation personally...
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Once the daylight had grown, Azel and her companion had began again the trail that lead to the east, in hopes of catching whatever convoy had come through the area. It may just well be the Emperor's fleet, but any port from the guardians and mutants...
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Ranma looked down at his stomach, wondering curiously when the last time he felt hungry. He idly rubbed it in a habit, and his companion noticed. Ranma looked up, and smiled sheepishly before motioning her to continue on their way. He wasn't going to let curiosity slow their progress.
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Azel didn't know much about the young man with her, but she presumed by the motions he was making with his hand over his abdomen that he probably required food of some sort. She decided to try the standard fare for what the normal people of the land would eat from the desert. She looked around, and spotted where a plateu dropped off into a valley off in the distance. Much to her satisfaction, she found the plant she was looking for growing near its edge.
Its fruit had dehydrated a bit on its surface, but she knew inside that it retained a great deal of its moisture that it absorbed from the infrequent rains that would occationally drench the outside of its thick skin and roots. The plant, as soon as it felt liquid hit it, would open its pores, and like a sponge, absorb as much as it could. It was said that the Seekers had originally came up with the fruited plant, and sowed a great deal of the desert with its seed. Apparently it didn't take as well as they hoped, but proved to be a great asset in the desert for those that needed nourishment when they flourished.
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Ranma blinked, and watched Azel as she ran to the end of the plateu towards a plant he could see in the distance. As soon as she arrived at the cliff, she stopped abruptly, and started to slowly walk back. Ranma wondered what she had found, before several, about thirty or so, mothlike creatures about the size of ponies rose from the edge of the plateu...
'Avatar'
Ranma opened his eyes to the still night sky, and immidiately noticed the weight on his lap and stomach. Though he strangly didn't feel tired, the pigtailed boy's mind was still in a confused jumble; trying to figure where he was at the moment. He was also too afraid to look down, for fear that someone had taken advantage of his previous state of unconciousness, which would in turn garner him the ire of some other person's outraged retribution.
The slightly more than mild panic that had taken his mind quickly shook him awake, and he looked down to find a girl that he wasn't completely familiar with. Eventually his mind focused enough for him to realize that it was the girl that was helping him find wherever he needed to be.
Ranma wasn't sure of his destination, but felt for some reason that he needed to trust the girl whose given name was Azel. He studied her for a bit, as she remained asleep, curled up against his front. Her face was dirty from the dust of the desert, but strangly it didn't seem as if she had any organic grime about her, like smooth leather that was expertly washed, and had become dusty over a time. Her armor covered body seemed gangly and scrawny, now that he could take time to observe it; most assuradly not as athletic or as amorous as he seemed to have known before. Her face also seemed plain, almost boyish, but she had her own peculiar beauty about her, like one of a youthful child who had an expression of innocent curiousity at all times. She didn't really strike him as the curious type, it was more like her face had been sculpted that way as it's normal position. Azel's hair was smooth and slick, jutting from the back of her head like a flexible cone that began to curl at the end. Ranma couldn't help himself but to touch it, and found its texture almost like the soft fur of a ca... of a well groomed small animal. Although her hair was jet black, Ranma imagined the crystaline blue eyes the girl hid under closed eyelids strangly complimented her quif in an exotic, otherworldly manner. She definitely was a rare beauty to behold.
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Azel immidiately awoke to the feeling of Ranma stroking her hair. Her body would always become active if contact was made with her while in self imposed sleep, but this touch was not hostile in any manner. It was something she had never experienced before, but found it a strangly soothing gesture. She decided to lay with her eyes closed, as not to alert her companion so that she could continue to enjoy the sensation. The body heat he was giving off under her was amplified through the light ebony black and bone white armor she wore, helping her to keep warm in the coldness of the night desert and regulate her body temperature; just as it would filter out the heat of the desert to a certain degree.
Her mind came upon an inquiry. The boy wore no such armor, just the thin and strange material she found him clothed in. Surely he had felt the effects of the desert... come to think of it, she recalled the slight cold he gave off the other day, when he came back from the site of the cyclone that formed almost out of nowhere. Was he built or born with some sort of internal temperature regulator? Such a thing would be possible for something designed from the ancient civilization. Her contemplation had distracted her from the slight satisfied murmering she was making...
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Ranma quickly shot up, realizing what he was doing. The girl's eyes blinked open suddenly, and stared up at the pigtailed boy in slight confusion.
"Ah... I... um, I didn't mean nutt'n by it!" Ranma tried to defend, standing against the inside of the stone crevice he created. She blinked, not understanding his language, but Ranma knew that she wasn't offended, and she didn't seem to be 'in love' with him (Thank whatever God was watching him at that moment), so he calmed down, while still chuckling nervously and scratching the back of his head.
To ease his tension, he looked out to the open desert, and decided that it would be as good as time as any to get in some practice. He walked out, and stood with his feet together until he relaxed himself and found his focus. The pigtailed martial artist took a deep breath, and then began to flow into a moderately paced, but heavily controlled kata that emphesized muscle coordination.
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Azel was able to watch her companion for the first time without any distractions. What little moonlight that shined upon him gave a surreal shimmer to his clothes that along with his fluid and precise motions, made him seem like he was majority flowing liquid, or a smoothly morphing crystal that had been impossibly polished to roundness.
Almost mesmerized by his motions, she stood up, and slowly approached. She didn't get close enough to interfere, but close enough to study his face. It was an expression that she had not seen on any person other than a child's face. A simplistic joy that wasn't tainted by the worries of the guardians or of the Empire's current state or of concern for neighboring nations attempting to invade. She could stare at his face indefinitely.
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Ranma paused with his foot still held out in a high thrust kick that hadn't quite straightened out yet, and turned to look at the girl. She jolted, as if realizing that she had been noticed, and Ranma gave a smirk.
He brought his foot back down to the ground, and walked beside Azel to face the same direction she was. The girl looked curiously at him, as Ranma threw a punch that was quick, controlled, and precise.
"A punch," Ranma stated with a smirk, and repeated the motion again. He had noticed everone's intrest when he practiced the art, it was almost as if this was something they had never seen before. He scoffed at the notion; he had seen soldiers, so they had to have some sort of hand to hand combat. Maybe it hasn't been as refined as his was.
The pigtailed boy had chuckle slightly; to think, he may be the one that brings the art of military hand to hand combat to this place.
The girl watched him as he completed the motion of a punch several more times and in several other variations, always stating the name of the technique. Suddenly, a light came into the girl's eyes in realization.
The girl replicated his current punch, arbeit much more clumbsy than the young man's, and gave it her own name, "$&%^@...?"
Ranma tilted his head slightly, and repeated her motion correctly, and used the word she did, "yeah, $&%^@... or whatever." She repeated the motion, and said the name again. Ranma stopped her from retracting her fist, and corrected her stance. Once he assumed she had the general idea of what he was doing, he guided her arm back to ready position, and slowly pulled it forward into a proper straight punch. He then stood off to the side, and repeated the motion, silently urging her to follow him. She made the punching motion, but the motion of her arm and the turning of her torso did not flow together.
The pigtailed boy gave an approving smile at the standard beginner's mistake. He knew it would be a while before this scrawny beanpole of a girl would be able to throw a compotent attack, much less series of them. But he was happy to share the art with someone else.
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Azel repeated the punch slowly, taking careful note of what Ranma was guiding her gently to do. She wondered to herself, exactly how long would it take for her to learn his wardance?
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The Emperor had barely slept that night. They had completed on phase of his ascension to the greatest of glories, and now they were en route to Sol Dolei, which would bring them to cross the second fleet he had sent to investigate the disturbance from the night before.
In his mind, he had an inkling that he should have overseen the expedition himself, but his current tasks were much too great to let it be handled by any others. Besides, the reports had stated that there was nothing more in the area other than the remains of a battle between to Gigras.
Now that the Emperor thought about it, he was more than sure that he should have handled the investigation personally...
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Once the daylight had grown, Azel and her companion had began again the trail that lead to the east, in hopes of catching whatever convoy had come through the area. It may just well be the Emperor's fleet, but any port from the guardians and mutants...
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Ranma looked down at his stomach, wondering curiously when the last time he felt hungry. He idly rubbed it in a habit, and his companion noticed. Ranma looked up, and smiled sheepishly before motioning her to continue on their way. He wasn't going to let curiosity slow their progress.
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Azel didn't know much about the young man with her, but she presumed by the motions he was making with his hand over his abdomen that he probably required food of some sort. She decided to try the standard fare for what the normal people of the land would eat from the desert. She looked around, and spotted where a plateu dropped off into a valley off in the distance. Much to her satisfaction, she found the plant she was looking for growing near its edge.
Its fruit had dehydrated a bit on its surface, but she knew inside that it retained a great deal of its moisture that it absorbed from the infrequent rains that would occationally drench the outside of its thick skin and roots. The plant, as soon as it felt liquid hit it, would open its pores, and like a sponge, absorb as much as it could. It was said that the Seekers had originally came up with the fruited plant, and sowed a great deal of the desert with its seed. Apparently it didn't take as well as they hoped, but proved to be a great asset in the desert for those that needed nourishment when they flourished.
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Ranma blinked, and watched Azel as she ran to the end of the plateu towards a plant he could see in the distance. As soon as she arrived at the cliff, she stopped abruptly, and started to slowly walk back. Ranma wondered what she had found, before several, about thirty or so, mothlike creatures about the size of ponies rose from the edge of the plateu...