Ranma: evolution: Cold Hands, Warm. . . Episode 100511
by dogbertcarroll
The ventilation system in Magneto's fortress was a marvel of modern engineering. When called upon it could clear any foreign contaminants in the air from the complex in just under five minutes, using an advanced filtration system that could theoretically make them independent of outside air sources as long as the system had power.
The main purpose of this was to prevent the occupants from being subjected to gassing by outside forces. Magneto however chose it because it reduced the number of times the fortress needed to be dusted to once every fifteen months of active use. While this may seem like a small thing, one only had to picture trying to get those under his command to do housework on a regular basis, without causing massive damage to what they were trying to clean, to realize what a cost savings this was, despite the expense.
There was regrettably one small problem with this. It reduced the sound proofing in the rooms to a degree. Not a large degree, but enough of one to make a quiet room fill with the subdued murmur of bits of conversation from other parts of the complex when the filters switched modes.
"…smelling salts…" "…Frost…lost him…" "Sharks ate…&" "Hostage in…" "Mother of…"
Hours passed as two bodies shifted uneasily in their sleep moving slowly closer to one another.
"Dead…" "…sure of…" "May…sense…" "Probe…" "&&…."
A soft contented sigh is heard from the two as contact is made and warmth is instinctively snuggled into.
"…can…" "Not….how…sure?" "Probe…" "Fine…" "$&$…"
A slight whimper is heard from one of the figures briefly before the other murmured something equally indistinct and arms were repositioned.
"why…acting…normal?" "Mrrrowww!" "…cat?" "Ahhhhh!.." "Holy…&"
Something poking one of the figures in a tender spot is noticed and a hand sleepily reaches back to move it. Feeling something a bit cold touching a sensitive part of it's anatomy the figure responds by moving it's hand in a similar portion on the other figure and pulling it closer, trapping the hand in place while moving it's own hand to a much warmer position.
Loud banging, and the occasional scream, echo through the complex bringing both figures into a state of full wakefulness as it passed by the bedroom door.
"Ummmm, Hi?"
"Hi yourself."
Fingers are wiggled a bit while their owner tries to figure out why his hand feels so warm.
"Ohhhh!"
The owner of his current hand warmer responds by tightening her grip a tad and trying to catch her breath.
"Eeeppp!"
Simultaneous realization between the two of exactly where certain hands are at the moment cause them both to freeze in place.
"This may seem like a strange question, but do you have any idea how we ended up like this?"
Wanda listened to him babble for a minute as she just made approving noises at what seemed to be the right places. She was sure that if she waited long enough he would calm down and begin to make sense. She was also wondering why she felt so calm and … contented? Shouldn't she be angry and pissed right now? But feeling how nervous and panicky the guy was she could tell whatever had occurred he hadn't meant to be in this position with her.
After abought five minutes of incoherent babbling, that sounded like it was lapsing into a foreign language at times, she had only caught a few words that stood out. Kidnapped, Sharks, Dead.
She could feel him relax a little, most of him anyway. As he took a few deep breath and his pulse slowed down from marathon runner into something approaching normal she was distracted by the thought that she hadn't know you could take someone's pulse there.
His fingers moved again causing her to hiss softly "Can you please not do that?" The brief thought to add 'until we are better acquainted' was swiftly squashed.
She could feel his reaction to that quite well. His pulse went up once again and he was on the verge of panicking, while a certain part of him still seemed quite happy with his current position. Mixed emotions for sure.
Heck, that sucker was a lie detector in her hands. 'I wonder if he can read me as well in this position?'
"Sorry,sorry,sorry. I'm just use ta' tapping my fingers on something hard when I'm trying ta' think sometimes."
"I'm afraid the only one really qualified to tap their fingers on something hard in our present position is me."
"Ummmm, could we maybe move now?"
Although she was unreasonably comfortable where she was and the thought of just going back to sleep was tempting, she realized that the sounds of combat outside and the fact that she was currently soaking his hand in something that most definitely wasn't Palmolive would make it very hard to sleep.
"I suppose." She knew she sounded decidedly unenthused abought the idea, but seemed unable to hide that fact. Of course with his hand where it was he would have to be the most naïve man in the world not to realize that.
"Achoo!"
"Bless You!"
"Thanks."
Having reluctantly separated and moved to opposite sides of the bed, they paused to examine each other.
"I'm Ranma Satome, sorry abought this." 'Wow. She ain't violent or nothin'. I think even Kasumi would be pounding me if we woke up like this.'
"Wanda Maximoff, don't sweat it." 'Those are the most open eyes I have ever seen in my life. You can practically read his mind through them.'
"Where'd she go?"
"So what do we do now?" 'I'm going to have to have him explain everything again now that he's calmed down.'
"Well usually someone will bust in right abought now and scream that I'm being a pervert and beat the hell out of me." 'Wow. She still ain't hit me or insulted me or nothin'.'
"Get this loony #$& off me!"
"This happens to you a lot?" Wanda seemed stunned by the thought.
"Well, kinda. Only usually it's either a Chinese Amazon or a loony gymnast, and it's my bed and I'm wearing something, and it's never been that intimate a position. Occasionally it's a uncute tomboy that our pops stuck in my bed." 'Oh yeah, that helps. She'll really think I'm a pervert now.'
"I really don't know how to respond to that." Why does he seem so unhappy with all those girls hopping in his bed? Aren't guys our age suppose to be immature and sex crazy like Toad? I know he's not gay.
"I don't blame you. It's my life and I don't even know what ta do at times." 'She didn't insult me or hit me? American girls rock. Cute and patient.'
'Jesus, I really can read his thoughts!'
The door jumps on its hinges as something slams into it hard enough to leave the imprint of a fist in the steel. Glancing back at Ranma she can see his form waver a bit. Blinking she looks closer and opened her senses the way Agatha had been training her to do.
'There's no body. He's composed of pure life energy.'
Ranma's form wavered and vanished as she reached out to touch it.
"Ranma?" 'What is going on here?'
She's shaken out of her stupor by the sounds of her door being twisted off it's hinges. Quickly grabbing clothes off the floor she ducked into her bathroom.
Battle in the hallway . . .
. . . The Acolytes versus . . .
. . . Ranma?
. . . The white Queen?
. . . and she's purring?
Elvis has left the thread! AKA Something else!
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Ranma: evolution: Kaning can be a learning experience, even if you're not a vandal. Episode 100612
by dogbertcarroll
Ranma, safely wrapped in the umisenken, winced in sympathy at seeing the White Queen sink her teeth into a rather tender section of Sabertooth's anatomy. 'I don't even want to know.'
Watching Sabertooth try and hit himself in the rear, with the door to Wanda's room, sparked memories of his own training as a child.
"As soon as you can take this pebble from my hand you will have learned all I can teach you." The Shaolin priest held out at a hand with a small pebble sitting in it, expecting the small boy to attempt to grab it.
The kick to the groin however was a complete surprise.
The fact that the little boy was now wrapped around his arm, and seemed bound and determined to gnaw his hand off at the wrist, was likewise something he never expected to deal with.
Hitting the boy over the head with his staff, while trying to pry him loose with his feet, seemed to be ineffective. So he had to rely on an ancient secret that all teachers learn at some point in their careers.
Lie and pretend you meant for everything to occur the way it did to teach the pupil a valuable lesson. Even if the pain in your groin was crippling and you were sure he had opened an artery with that last bite.
The purpose of the pebble exercise was to awe the boy with your speed so he would strive to learn. Well if you can't awe with speed go for trickery and make it look like wisdom.
"You lose boy."
Ranma paused moving his mouth just enough for his words to be heard without giving the priest a clear shot at removing him.
"What?"
"I said, you lose boy."
"How did I lose? I got your arm, so I got the pebble."
"You lose, because you not wait long enough to find out the rules to this test, and the rules say you have to get pebble without violence."
"So I should listen to the whole rules thingy before I make a move?"
"Exactly. Knowing the rules will allow you to see a better way to break them!" 'I didn't mean to say that. Although it's probably how he'll see it. Little boys are always that way.'
"Wow." Ranma seemed genuinely impressed with his new sensei as he unwound himself from his arm. "You're even sneakier then Pops!"
Not sure if this was a good thing, and feeling that he had been insulted in some way he decided just to continue with the lesson.
Ranma smiled at the memories of one of his favorite teachers before deciding to find another place to sleep for the night.
'Preferably one not already occupied by a beautiful naked female.' blink
'I mean by a girl. An ordinary girl.' A small portion of his mind piped up 'Who even tho' I was in a really embarrassing position with her didn't hit me or blame me.'
Deciding not to open up that can of worms, he snuck off as Wanda came out of her bathroom glowing with power and ready to solve her own sleeping problems in a way Ranma would have readily agreed with, having used a similar method on Genma too many times to count.
'Now where can I find an open bed?'
Ranma borrows yet another bed.
Wanda gets some answers...
and she's not happy abought them!
What Nodoka has been up to.
Something Else.
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