OMAKE OMAKE OMAKE
Yet another different father omake...
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Ranma flopped down at the chair to sit lazily and regard the professor. "Yeah yeah, I know this stuff already. Yeesh. In 1979, a splinter group of some American political group called NOW held a press conference and announced they had released a virus to 'free women from the oppression of males' by killing off the male gender. Everybody thought it was a good laugh until guys started droppin' in the streets. And so on and so forth."
"Except that it only affected six out of ten males," corrected the Professor. "A forty percent survival rate wasn't what the group NOWT had desired, but by that time their organization had tried to go underground to try again except that *all* radical feminists had then been painted with the same brush. Both by surviving males and by the various women who did not share their views and had lost sons and husbands and fathers. They might have weathered this in the United States, which is odd to downright bizarre by the standards of the rest of the world, but the virus killing off as many worldwide as it did meant that everybody else ganged up on the Americans in a series of reprisals for allowing their own problems to fester while minding everyone else's business. NOWT was hunted down and killed like the rabid madwomen they were. In any case, Mister Saotome, what can you tell me about the virus mutation?"
Ranma rolled his eyes. "The virus caused mutations in some of the guys who survived it. Roughly half became Amplifiers, and the rest learned Talents of their own like Empathy or Teek or Ki." Demonstrating, Ranma held out his hand and bright blue traceries of fire stirred the air as he summoned his power.
"And some, like yourself, are both Amplifiers *and* Talented," commented the Professor.
"What can I say?" Ranma grinned and shut down the flames around his hand. "I'm damn good."
"What was more odd was that the mutation of the virus affected women too. But it is only when they are boosted by an Amplifier that their own potentials can be unlocked."
Ranma made a dismissing gesture. Like he cared about that? It required a positive emotional link, friendship or more, to be able to Amplify some chick to where her own Talents were measurable. He hadn't gotten close to anyone - lots of guys growing up during or after the Plague were a little skittish about women and had something called a 'repressed libido' - like they were supposed to be perverts or something? Pfeh.
"Ranma, your Ki powers are quite good, but your potential as an Amplifier is far greater." The Professor sat back in her chair and regarded the young man. "When your ratings were published, there was quite a bit of response."
Ranma shrugged.
"Did you know that your father had engaged you to several different women?"
(THUD!) "Huh?!"
Waiting until Ranma had recovered from what looked like a massively painful facefault, the Professor continued. "According to a survivor named Soun Tendo, a Hydrokinetic, Genma Saotome made an arrangement that you were to marry one of his daughters. Another girl - Ukyo Kuonji, indicates she was engaged to you fairly early on. We also have a request from both a Shampoo of Joketsuzoku regarding your stop at her village a few years ago."
"Shampoo?" Ranma still looked a bit dazed. "Purple hair? Reddish eyes? Likes to make her own doorways?"
"That's her," confirmed the Professor. "That's not counting the forty-seven requests for an omiai regarding you."
(THUD!) "Wha?!"
Professor Nodoka Saotome smiled at her student. "Ah, Ranma. I'm so proud of you."
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Ranma looked over the profiles and frowned. "These are what I gotta work with? Man, I'm doomed."
"You don't think they'll last on the Contest Circuit?" Sukebe asked his adopted son.
"Not even," said Ranma.
"Perhaps if you could Bond with one or two, though that's unlikely." The Professor made a dismissing gesture. In order to Bond and amplify someone's Talent, you had to have trust and a certain degree of like. It wasn't possible to force a bond, and many of those men growing up during and just after the Plague had an ingrained distrust of the female gender. To make a full Bond, one had to be able to fully trust the other. Women hadn't trusted men for at least the quarter-and-change century he'd been alive, and any old illusions of "sugar and spice" or "the gentle sex" had died a harsh death during NOWT's attempted genocide.
"Tell me about it," grumbled Ranma. "You got any vids on these losers?"
Professor Jim Sukebe clicked a remote. "The first one is that Chinese girl of yours, Shampoo. When the slaughter of males began, her village attempted to spread their own influence - as they had long devalued their own men."
"Lotta good that did 'em," said Ranma, watching the screen. "Yeah if the Chinese government hadn't used missiles, they might'a been able to do some damage to ground troops coming in. I met up with Shampoo in what was left of their village. They'd gotten a few craters, then the Chinese troops used slash and burn tactics. More'n three quarters of their 'nation' were dead before they surrendered. That ain't the way they tell it though, they say it was all a mistake and the Chinese thought they was in cahoots with them NOWT bitches."
"So what about Shampoo? Think you could take her on as her trainer?"
Ranma considered briefly. "Maybe. Maybe not. She's fast and strong, but stubborn as all get out and really damn sneaky. Nah."
The video of Shampoo fighting in an arena was replaced with a boyish looking girl scowling as she hefted a large hammer. She immediately began charging in to some sort of large melee.
"This one is Akane Tendo. Location: Nerima Japan. Self proclaimed Heir to the Tendo Anything Goes martial arts school, a sister school to your own." The Professor paused the display as the girl punched some cheerleader right between the pom-poms.
"Rank beginner," responded Ranma. "No grace at all. Some fair strength and it looks like she uses anger to focus her attacks. Don't need anyone running around with a chip on her shoulder. Reminds me too much of that guy back in Middle School. Ryo-something."
The Professor nodded and clicked another clip up. "Here we have someone you might recognize."
"Ucchan? He's a girl?" Ranma scowled at yet another betrayal.
"Yup, one of your supposed fiances." The Professor showed the girl being run out of town as a "transvestite" - a woman who pretended to be male in order to get special treatment. "She's gotten into trouble with that crossdressing habit of hers. Something about her promise to be a boy until you could make her a woman or something like that."
"Sick," pronounced Ranma. "Yeesh. Show me one gal who has at least got a halfway chance of being something on the Circuit. I can at least prove my martial arts that way - by training a winner. They don't let guys fight no more. We're too 'valuable'. Buncha garbage THAT."
"No doubt," admitted the Professor. Frankly he only had a few that he might think were suitable. "How about this one?"
Ranma blinked and sat back. "Oh. Now *she* is cute." Then with the usual reactions of a post-plague teenage boy followed with the usual question. "But what's her personality like?"
"Shy. Intelligent. Not very developed physically."
Ranma grinned. "I can take care of *that* easy enough. She don't look like the type to try the Circuit. More the librarian type."
"According to the interview here, she wants to become a doctor." Professor Sukebe checked his sheaf of notes. "During the riots following the Plague and the gaps in certain industries because of the loss of personnel, there was a pretty big fire that swept through a lot of Tokyo. Apparently the young lady lost her mother and their home. Her father isn't apparently much of a parent. In order to not only support herself but to make it through medical school, she's trying to get into the Circuit."
Ranma watched the girl on the screen pick up a bladed polearm and clumsily try to defend herself. "I'll have to meet with her but this one might do."
"Hmmm?" Sukebe glanced sideways at Ranma then back to the screen where the girl in question was getting pounded by her opponent. "She's the least combat ready of all of them. Why?"
"She's got a motive that makes sense," pointed out Ranma. "She'll probably only be in the Circuit for a year or two, right? She's gonna want to train heavily, then win some major victories to bankroll the bulk of her education. See how she's badly overmatched but clearly won't give up in that clip? She's got the drive to succeed at all costs, which is somethin' she's gonna need just to get through my training. If she 'evolves' so much the better, but ya can't count on that."
Sukebe nodded, seeing another point as well. "Besides, if you take someone that hopeless on and make them a champion, you'll have already established your reputation and you can get into a higher level than pit-fights with your next girl."
"That's true too," admitted Ranma. "So what's this girl's name, anyway?"
"Kasumi Tendo," said the Professor.
On the screen, the determined nineteen year old continued to struggle to stay in the fight.
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WHAT IF SUKEBE HAD BEEN RANMA'S FATHER?
***an altiverse exploration/omake by Gregg Sharp
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This was another attempt to rework the "pokegirls" concept without going into that world, and to come up with a very different "Ranma Meets The Tendos" scene.
Still a bit too close to WH&Pg for comfort, but a fairly different setting, ne?
Oh, and for the odd thought that started this:
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Kasumi stepped back, idly wiping a trail of blood from her mouth.
"Okay, Kasumi!" Ranma was yelling from the sidelines. "It's time. DIGIVOLVE!"
Kasumi felt the link between them explode with power, lifting her up to twirl briefly. Wings expanding outward around her to snap open and hold her without apparent effort in midair. Her blade staff shot from the sand floor of the arena to her hand where the blade ignited. "Kasumi digivolve to: Angewomon." If only Ranma trusted her completely, she might be able to reach Ultimate status. Ah, well. Such was life.
"Ha! We can do that too," shouted the other side's Amplifier. "Hinako. DIGIVOLVE!"
Her opponent leapt into the air, glowing as the power swept through her. Hinako landed again, looking considerably older and more attractive. "Hinako digivolve to: Vampyre!"
Now the real battle could begin.
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Yet another different father omake...
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Ranma flopped down at the chair to sit lazily and regard the professor. "Yeah yeah, I know this stuff already. Yeesh. In 1979, a splinter group of some American political group called NOW held a press conference and announced they had released a virus to 'free women from the oppression of males' by killing off the male gender. Everybody thought it was a good laugh until guys started droppin' in the streets. And so on and so forth."
"Except that it only affected six out of ten males," corrected the Professor. "A forty percent survival rate wasn't what the group NOWT had desired, but by that time their organization had tried to go underground to try again except that *all* radical feminists had then been painted with the same brush. Both by surviving males and by the various women who did not share their views and had lost sons and husbands and fathers. They might have weathered this in the United States, which is odd to downright bizarre by the standards of the rest of the world, but the virus killing off as many worldwide as it did meant that everybody else ganged up on the Americans in a series of reprisals for allowing their own problems to fester while minding everyone else's business. NOWT was hunted down and killed like the rabid madwomen they were. In any case, Mister Saotome, what can you tell me about the virus mutation?"
Ranma rolled his eyes. "The virus caused mutations in some of the guys who survived it. Roughly half became Amplifiers, and the rest learned Talents of their own like Empathy or Teek or Ki." Demonstrating, Ranma held out his hand and bright blue traceries of fire stirred the air as he summoned his power.
"And some, like yourself, are both Amplifiers *and* Talented," commented the Professor.
"What can I say?" Ranma grinned and shut down the flames around his hand. "I'm damn good."
"What was more odd was that the mutation of the virus affected women too. But it is only when they are boosted by an Amplifier that their own potentials can be unlocked."
Ranma made a dismissing gesture. Like he cared about that? It required a positive emotional link, friendship or more, to be able to Amplify some chick to where her own Talents were measurable. He hadn't gotten close to anyone - lots of guys growing up during or after the Plague were a little skittish about women and had something called a 'repressed libido' - like they were supposed to be perverts or something? Pfeh.
"Ranma, your Ki powers are quite good, but your potential as an Amplifier is far greater." The Professor sat back in her chair and regarded the young man. "When your ratings were published, there was quite a bit of response."
Ranma shrugged.
"Did you know that your father had engaged you to several different women?"
(THUD!) "Huh?!"
Waiting until Ranma had recovered from what looked like a massively painful facefault, the Professor continued. "According to a survivor named Soun Tendo, a Hydrokinetic, Genma Saotome made an arrangement that you were to marry one of his daughters. Another girl - Ukyo Kuonji, indicates she was engaged to you fairly early on. We also have a request from both a Shampoo of Joketsuzoku regarding your stop at her village a few years ago."
"Shampoo?" Ranma still looked a bit dazed. "Purple hair? Reddish eyes? Likes to make her own doorways?"
"That's her," confirmed the Professor. "That's not counting the forty-seven requests for an omiai regarding you."
(THUD!) "Wha?!"
Professor Nodoka Saotome smiled at her student. "Ah, Ranma. I'm so proud of you."
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Ranma looked over the profiles and frowned. "These are what I gotta work with? Man, I'm doomed."
"You don't think they'll last on the Contest Circuit?" Sukebe asked his adopted son.
"Not even," said Ranma.
"Perhaps if you could Bond with one or two, though that's unlikely." The Professor made a dismissing gesture. In order to Bond and amplify someone's Talent, you had to have trust and a certain degree of like. It wasn't possible to force a bond, and many of those men growing up during and just after the Plague had an ingrained distrust of the female gender. To make a full Bond, one had to be able to fully trust the other. Women hadn't trusted men for at least the quarter-and-change century he'd been alive, and any old illusions of "sugar and spice" or "the gentle sex" had died a harsh death during NOWT's attempted genocide.
"Tell me about it," grumbled Ranma. "You got any vids on these losers?"
Professor Jim Sukebe clicked a remote. "The first one is that Chinese girl of yours, Shampoo. When the slaughter of males began, her village attempted to spread their own influence - as they had long devalued their own men."
"Lotta good that did 'em," said Ranma, watching the screen. "Yeah if the Chinese government hadn't used missiles, they might'a been able to do some damage to ground troops coming in. I met up with Shampoo in what was left of their village. They'd gotten a few craters, then the Chinese troops used slash and burn tactics. More'n three quarters of their 'nation' were dead before they surrendered. That ain't the way they tell it though, they say it was all a mistake and the Chinese thought they was in cahoots with them NOWT bitches."
"So what about Shampoo? Think you could take her on as her trainer?"
Ranma considered briefly. "Maybe. Maybe not. She's fast and strong, but stubborn as all get out and really damn sneaky. Nah."
The video of Shampoo fighting in an arena was replaced with a boyish looking girl scowling as she hefted a large hammer. She immediately began charging in to some sort of large melee.
"This one is Akane Tendo. Location: Nerima Japan. Self proclaimed Heir to the Tendo Anything Goes martial arts school, a sister school to your own." The Professor paused the display as the girl punched some cheerleader right between the pom-poms.
"Rank beginner," responded Ranma. "No grace at all. Some fair strength and it looks like she uses anger to focus her attacks. Don't need anyone running around with a chip on her shoulder. Reminds me too much of that guy back in Middle School. Ryo-something."
The Professor nodded and clicked another clip up. "Here we have someone you might recognize."
"Ucchan? He's a girl?" Ranma scowled at yet another betrayal.
"Yup, one of your supposed fiances." The Professor showed the girl being run out of town as a "transvestite" - a woman who pretended to be male in order to get special treatment. "She's gotten into trouble with that crossdressing habit of hers. Something about her promise to be a boy until you could make her a woman or something like that."
"Sick," pronounced Ranma. "Yeesh. Show me one gal who has at least got a halfway chance of being something on the Circuit. I can at least prove my martial arts that way - by training a winner. They don't let guys fight no more. We're too 'valuable'. Buncha garbage THAT."
"No doubt," admitted the Professor. Frankly he only had a few that he might think were suitable. "How about this one?"
Ranma blinked and sat back. "Oh. Now *she* is cute." Then with the usual reactions of a post-plague teenage boy followed with the usual question. "But what's her personality like?"
"Shy. Intelligent. Not very developed physically."
Ranma grinned. "I can take care of *that* easy enough. She don't look like the type to try the Circuit. More the librarian type."
"According to the interview here, she wants to become a doctor." Professor Sukebe checked his sheaf of notes. "During the riots following the Plague and the gaps in certain industries because of the loss of personnel, there was a pretty big fire that swept through a lot of Tokyo. Apparently the young lady lost her mother and their home. Her father isn't apparently much of a parent. In order to not only support herself but to make it through medical school, she's trying to get into the Circuit."
Ranma watched the girl on the screen pick up a bladed polearm and clumsily try to defend herself. "I'll have to meet with her but this one might do."
"Hmmm?" Sukebe glanced sideways at Ranma then back to the screen where the girl in question was getting pounded by her opponent. "She's the least combat ready of all of them. Why?"
"She's got a motive that makes sense," pointed out Ranma. "She'll probably only be in the Circuit for a year or two, right? She's gonna want to train heavily, then win some major victories to bankroll the bulk of her education. See how she's badly overmatched but clearly won't give up in that clip? She's got the drive to succeed at all costs, which is somethin' she's gonna need just to get through my training. If she 'evolves' so much the better, but ya can't count on that."
Sukebe nodded, seeing another point as well. "Besides, if you take someone that hopeless on and make them a champion, you'll have already established your reputation and you can get into a higher level than pit-fights with your next girl."
"That's true too," admitted Ranma. "So what's this girl's name, anyway?"
"Kasumi Tendo," said the Professor.
On the screen, the determined nineteen year old continued to struggle to stay in the fight.
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WHAT IF SUKEBE HAD BEEN RANMA'S FATHER?
***an altiverse exploration/omake by Gregg Sharp
---------
This was another attempt to rework the "pokegirls" concept without going into that world, and to come up with a very different "Ranma Meets The Tendos" scene.
Still a bit too close to WH&Pg for comfort, but a fairly different setting, ne?
Oh, and for the odd thought that started this:
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Kasumi stepped back, idly wiping a trail of blood from her mouth.
"Okay, Kasumi!" Ranma was yelling from the sidelines. "It's time. DIGIVOLVE!"
Kasumi felt the link between them explode with power, lifting her up to twirl briefly. Wings expanding outward around her to snap open and hold her without apparent effort in midair. Her blade staff shot from the sand floor of the arena to her hand where the blade ignited. "Kasumi digivolve to: Angewomon." If only Ranma trusted her completely, she might be able to reach Ultimate status. Ah, well. Such was life.
"Ha! We can do that too," shouted the other side's Amplifier. "Hinako. DIGIVOLVE!"
Her opponent leapt into the air, glowing as the power swept through her. Hinako landed again, looking considerably older and more attractive. "Hinako digivolve to: Vampyre!"
Now the real battle could begin.
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