Outside Aegis Hotel - Boutique Le Wow (Ozma, Hana, Ranma) ~ Such Clothing, Many Selection, Wow

Ozma simply smiled in response to Hana's apology.

"It's not your fault. If anything, it's mine. I suspect this won't be the last time I'm confused by something on this quest. For what it's worth, I'll be more than happy to learn about about these things I didn't know about before. Nevertheless, I agree that we should look for clothes first." She made a small frown. "Though, in comparison to my royal duties both in Oz and in the Frontiers, I'd be hard-pressed to call anything we do here 'homework'...."

She shook her head before turning back to Hana and Ranma with a smile. "Shall we?"

With that, she lead the way to the shopping district, following the hotel staff's directions. The trip didn't take long, even as she occasionally stopped to look at something she found interesting or to make sense of a sign depicting something she didn't know.

Upon arrival in said district, it didn't take her long to notice a clothes store, in no small part of the large sign above the door that read "BOUTIQUE LE WOW" in glowing cursive letters and the exquisite display of dresses and other garments in the windows.

If she had any doubt that this was the place from the outside, it all but vanished once the group stepped through the doors. There were rows upon rows of clothes, neatly organized by type, appearance, and coloration. If that somehow wasn't enough, she could see a pair of stairs whose steps somewhere were moving on their own leading up to another floor.

"...This...isn't quite what I was expecting," she said as she looked around.

Following along in a slight muddle-headed daze because they were such a good sport about things and actually took the apology in stride without any heat whatsoever (not even the teeniest bit of passive aggressiveness either), Ranma soon found himself at one of those there newfangled department stores that he usually got roped into during adventures where a disguise was needed or when the Tendo girls dragged him along on shopping trips to carry their bags.

"This ain't usually my sorta place but it's familiar enough at least. You just pick whatever you want off the racks, go into the dressing room to try them on, and then take whatever it is you want to buy to the register later. Just as long as you don't really damage the wares you can take as much time as you need." Helpfully giving out an explanation on what to do here to the poor girl who seemed just as lost now as when the talk about mechas and video games happen, Ranma gave out his own experience on the matter.

Looking around the area himself with a critical eye, the boy found it to be one of those Western aligned establishments as was evidenced by the French naming sense and the selection of stock which made the more oriental aligned casual glance down at himself. Though he'd never say it aloud, the women's selection were a lot easier to move around in and more comfortable to boot if you were aiming for formal wear so long as you didn't go really archaic to need things like corsets or petticoats.

Zoning out a little as memories of the Chardins trickled in, the boy shook his head while punching that horrid memory back into the mental filing cabinet it sprang forth from. Then again he did see a couple outfits that didn't look too bad just from cursory glances from the men's side of things. It turned out that fashion senses evolving solved the issue of uncomfortable outfits, at least when they didn't make you look like a whackjob.

Hell, some of the female stuff didn't look all that bad either considering they seemed comfortable and flexible enough to not rip themselves in a sudden fight. Much pondering was now done as the Ultimate Camp Straight wandered about before his hands flashed at the various clothes selections to build up a complete wardrobe in a matter of seconds after discerning eyes matched the rough size with his own body builds in both forms.

Wandering into one of the changing rooms and coming out a few seconds later via the patented clothes change jutsu he had learned so very long ago, it turned out that the self-proclaimed hick had a very high level of outfit coordination in general considering how he had gone from rural martial artist to modern winter clothes model that looked ready for a photo shoot in the blink of an eye.◊ "The stuff here is pretty nice actually. Feels comfy to wear too."

Corrin eventually wandered into the area while dressed in a comfortable black casual dress◊than the rather edgy armor that she was normally wont to wear now that they were in a realm that was safe, having foregone the items of war for a garb that she would only wear in times of peace. Not even the trademark Yato blade was anywhere in sight, though unlike most the woman really didn't need to worry much about that particular relic considering it was only wielded by the chosen and could fly itself to her hand if need be.

"Greetings, one and all. Might I join you in the imbibing of spirits and the furthering of social ties?" Poking a little fun with a smile despite the overly formal words, the albino looked a lot more relaxed than ever before now that she finally had a definite goal in mind going forward and there was a safe haven to allow for the group to adjust themselves in.

Edited by Makaioh on Feb 19th 2020 at 10:57:14 AM

Fiore, Fiore Group

The ritual complete, she gracefully accepted Nero knighting her before grasping her own hands(and Fiore was all but ready for it this time). "Though I have much yet to learn still, I'll strive to be a Maestro worthy enough to stand by your side, Caster... Your sense for the theatrics and bombastic nature, however, may not be something I can replicate or get used to." A soft chuckle elapses from her.

"And thank you~ It was a first for me to command a Servant, so I'm glad it turned out well." she replied to Tenko, looking over where her Command Spell was underneath her glove. An odd sense of deja vu assailed her, but she paid no mind to it at the moment.

Speaking of wish... "Do the both of you have any plans after this? I was just thinking of getting used to the town we're staying." She looked over as some of the group went on their separate ways, with a few she'd overheard going to the local boutique, library or bar.

No, it's best not to bring it up yet; not until she learns more of her Servant and the others. For compared to the lives these colorful group of people may have lived, her wish seems utterly mundane and ordinary in comparison.

Hana (Boutique Le Wow)

As Ranma, Ozma and now Hana entered the boutique, Hana cast a critical eye at what was in stock, and what she could work with; in her distraction, she missed Ranma going into the changing room, but once he emerged, Hana looked him over and smiled, giving him a thumbs up.

"Well look at you, all cleaned up." Grabbing a few items off the shelves, weaving to and fro to get what she needed, Hana went into one of the women's changing room next. Within a minute, the sound of flip-flop footsteps announced Hana strolling out wearing a floral shirt atop a pink one, matching pink shorts, a blue vest, and heart shaped sunglasses◊.

"Winter, meet summer!" Hana declared, before looking at the third member of their party...and flashing her a grin as she put on a TV announcer voice. "Now for our last contestant; she's got stiff competition, but can she prove herself in the world of fashion? Give it up for the illustrious, the fabulous, Princess Ozmaaaaaa~!"

Edited by Bored_Man on Feb 19th 2020 at 5:38:01 AM

Carlos shitpost, to Tira and Susan

"You're farther along than ME!" Carlos barked out a laugh, leaning back on his heels. Now HE was learning a lesson on the mundane from a goddess — that was just wrong. But hilariously so! "I'm from 2013 here!"

He rubbed his chin more seriously at her attempts to find more of her people, his expression growing more than a little bit baffled at the idea of a goddess spending MONEY on trying to find other gods. "Well this is a strange set of timelines to put together. Sounds like our worlds have pretty much the same mundane happenings, but I can pretty easily guess right now that our supernatural side of things is entirely different."

He motioned down at himself and went through the monumental task of trying to squeeze about three thousand pages worth of magical education down into a few sentences. "The supernatural community is pretty banging back where I come from. And by banging I mean hostile as hell, overcrowded, full of cold wars, and a couple of hot wars. We're...not really lacking on the action front, for better or worse. We keep it out of the eyes of your average joe — but that just means we do our wars at night in alleyways and the occasional trip to an alternate plane of reality instead."

He tapped his hand against his gauntlet idly as his voice ever so slightly dipped. "Just got done fighting a war ourselves, actually. The wizards of the white council, that is. Group of vampires called the Red Court decided to mess with one of our own about a decade ago, and things went hot after that. It's been an interesting decade." He shrugged, deciding to leave it off at that, not really being sure how many details she wanted out of him. "The gods of the various pantheons are...around to some extent. There's no public record to what extent, though — most of them have stepped out of the spotlight in the interest of keeping trouble away. I'm pretty sure your family still exists though — just..." He paused, trying to figure out how to say 'based on the fact that you let the red court impersonate your names and murder most of your people, I'd say it's pretty likely you're not around in any meaningful capacity!

"...Pretty inactive, as far as pantheons go."

Tira, meanwhile, just kept figuring out more and more ways to make the swashbuckling Spaniard sweat. Before her head dropped again, he just nodded with his smile getting more and more strained. "Oh I sure don't! ...Just better hope no one particularly strong accidentally trips and touches it while falling, or anything like that." He'd have to introduce her to his good friend Murphy, and his laws.

When she did switch over, Carlos actually looked MORE relaxed than he did before. He nodded over at Susan at her input, and his hesitation fell off like rain on a windshiel. Rather than rising to her challenge he just smiled at her. Softly, almost warmly!

See, unlike weirdly overly-innocent teenage girls, he actually KNEW a thing or two about dealing with overly angry people! It usually involved guns, true, but for the first time since coming here he felt some of his managerial training finally start to be useful.

"I", he raised his hands peacefully, "have no intention of hurting you." He paused. "EITHER of you, at that. Not to your front, and not to your back. Swear it on my power, so long as you play nice too — you can relax on that front, Chica. I'm here to guard your backs, not strike it. You can tell your 'friend' Jolly that too."

He ran his gauntleted hand back through his hair, frowning slightly at her in thought. "You seem more learned than...Jolly is. So who are you then?" He had heard the name 'Gloomy' thrown about, but he could at least be polite about it.

Boutique Le Wow (Ozma, Hana, Ranma) ~ On the Spot

"It's just the size of the selection that gets me," Ozma said with a frown, "No tailor in Oz or the Frontiers had this much to offer, so finding a place to start feels a little...overwhelming."

For lack of a better option, she opted to wander about too. At least Hana and Ranma didn't have to explain what the signs meant. Unlike Ranma and Hana, however, she took her time in looking things over. Unfortunately for her, by the time they had their new outfits she was still wearing the same outfit she came in with.

"They do look quite nice," she said with a nod as she looked them over, "Hopefully with a selection like this, it won't take long to...."

She trailed off as Hana suddenly decided to turn this whole thing into a contest, which earned a Hana a blank stare.

"...Wait, I wasn't expecting a competition!" she said nervously, "Er, I mean...." She raised her fist to her chest in mock bravado. "...Well, as ruler of Oz, it naturally falls on me to set trends. And that includes fashion. So, if you'll give me just a moment...."

She then turned and hurried off. For the next couple minutes, she didn't put much thought into what she picked out, simply settling for things she thought looked nice. Then, after a quick trip to the changing rooms, she came back wearing a rainbow-colored frilly blouse that was clearly a little too large on her, dark blue jean shorts, garishly yellow knee socks, and a pair of black hiking boots. She'd also traded out the poppies in her hair for a red beret that was also too large for her given how it kept slipping and covering her eyes.

"...I was trying to bring to mind the colors of the four countries of Oz," she explained as she looked down at herself. "But I don't think I succeeded entirely...." She looked back at Ranma's and Hana's clothes. "I don't think I've won this. I suppose that's what happens when I throw something together so hastily." Then she looked back at herself, in particular her boots. "...Though I think I quite like these shoes. As far as something practical goes, they'll do quite nicely."

Tira rolled her eyes at the "Who are you" question.

I'm Tira!

She gave a moment for Carlos to sigh or otherwise react.

But no, that's not what you meant. My other half, who you know as Jolly, calls me Gloomy. She picked the names, if that's not clear, not me. I didn't really see the need, felt the names were kind of stupid, but when she picks a name for someone she likes, it's impossible to get her to change her mind, regardless of whenever or not it's the correct one. And I woulden't call myself "Learned", that'd be....inaccurate.

It was 1592 when we were first kidnapped by bastard, wannabe gods to do their dirty work, you see. Literacy was not exactly high on anyone's priority list. There's a number of words I could use for it, but given your era, I think the proper word is "Street Smarts". I've seen a lot of shit, both before and after my kidnapping. Served one of the most powerful beings my world has or ever will know, knelt before him, begged him for even the smallest scrap of approval. Ran a spy network of ravens, all of who answered to me, who spoke secrets to me, gather information, located individuals of importance. Among other things. I've been "Around the block" a few times, Carlos Ramirez.

Her eyes linger on the cloak that Carlos has on. Curious color choice. Just the right shade of black to hide any bloodstains. Not a choice one makes by accident. And the sword of yours.....very, very, very sharp. Not a lot of people appreciate the fact that if you want to do a proper beheading, you need both the right type of sword and a sharp one. Try to behead someone with a dull sword and it'll just get stuck in their neck.

Then she looks up at his face. I'll be blunt. I'm not sure I trust your words. This isn't your fault, not really. But I've seen too many holier then thou cunts in my life. People who spent their lives killing people for a living, but because they did it for their job, their country, the people, whatever, it was perfectly acceptable. But when I want to kill people, I get labeled as "Evil", "A monster", "Criminal Scum", or my personal favorite, "Insane". These fucking knights in "Shining", bloodstained armor, who all think they're better then me because they hide their enjoyment of killing behind a flag or an affiliation and say that makes everything ok.

Edited by Meanken on Feb 20th 2020 at 3:53:56 AM

Tiki - Aegis Hotel Bar

"Chaperone?" Tiki raised an eyebrow at her new designation, and then gave Tetra a small pout. "Do I really look that old to you? Can't I just be more like... a big sister? A slightly older, fun, big sister."

She picked up her glass of whiskey and took a large - yet delicate and refined - gulp. She gave a small wave to Corrin.

"Oh, of course Corrin, we're simply starting to get comfortable so you're here at the right time. Take a seat wherever you wish." She nodded reassuringly and tilted her head at one of the many empty spaces at the table.

Umu, Downtime, With Fiore and Tenko

"Well then, how about we embark on this journey together then?" Caster smiled, daintily stepping behind Fiore's wheelchair, happy to lead it for her this time. (even if there was no ultimate need for it) "We could join some of our peers on this journey, or perhaps we'll set sail in a new direction altogether. I shall leave the choice to you, Maestro."

She looked at Tenko with a smile. "Will you be joining us, Verdant Amazon?"

It sure got crowded in here. So much for trying to have a normal chat over some whiskey. Tiki might have said there was still space, but Max couldn't help but feel slightly conscious over shuffling on his stool to give people more of it. Being a nearly nine-foot cyborg came with both perks and disadvantages.

And apparently the, give or take, ten-year-old floating near Byleth was in fact her grandmother. And a god. Max downed his glass with a sigh, trying to flush that thought away. "I'm not that strange, am I?" Then again, the average technological level most of their group were familiar with seemed to oscillate around "middle ages' fantasy"... "Well, better that the chaperone is someone responsible." He saluted Tiki with his empty glass before moving up to grab a second round, just in time for Corrin to join them.

"...I just hope we don't spend too much time here, much as pleasant it is." He muttered, rolling the drink in his glass. "All this talk about being able to track Rook better, but we've yet to get any bead on her."

Tenko Chabashira - Fiore Group

And just as Nero kissed Tenko once more, the martial artist blushed in embarrassment again. "O-oh, not at all. If I couldn't believe in my friends, I'd be no better than a degenerate."

Fiore's reply did nothing to lower the japanese girl's wonder. "Well, for a first-timer, you were great!" The mage and servant's offer to visit the town was naturally warmly received. "Of course! I'd love to hang out with you two."

Maki had a feeling that the old woman was using a wheelchair just for show, which grew even stronger the more she heard Maria talk. Still, it's not like it was the Ultimate's problem. "You have a point. Having time for ourselves is nice, but I want to go back to the people I left behind as soon as possible." While she definitely wanted to go back to her fellow survivors, she also figured that the world she came wasn't really 'home'. She couldn't call a world where none of the people they loved really existed and where a good part of the evolution relished on watching them suffer that. However, she now knew that there were infinite worlds far removed from theirs. Even if the survivors of the Killing Game didn't have a place they could call their own, maybe they could find one.

But the former Ultimate had to check something before all that. "By the way, have any of you heard of something called Danganronpa?" Maki knew that the others alternate all came from dimensions likely completely different from her own, but one couldn't be too prudent.

"It's... not too bad for yourself as well." The martial artist slowly replied back as he kept the fact that Hana looked like one of those tacky tourist moms that were just getting off the plane for a tropical vacation. He had grown up some, just enough to not put his foot in the mouth as back then. That and he was able to sugarcoat things when people weren't vehemently confronting also helped too.

Turning to Ozma, Ranma gave off an easy going grin and waved things off both with a head shake and a literal hand gesture. "Nah, don't be. Everything takes practice and some people do worse on the spot. Considering you had a good outfit on before this I'm sure you can come up with something good if it wasn't for the rush. And yeah, those are made for roughing it out in nature while being comfortable. They're good. Try wearing some jeans or denim as well if you prefer pants over skirts. They'd go with the boots you picked."

The girls would also note that for whatever reason, half of the outfits the erstwhile Neriman had on hand turned out to be more feminine ones, sized for someone much smaller than his average sized if somewhat toned frame. At the least they weren't all that girly and had a rather tomboyish air to its selection given there were no skirts on hand as well as none of the more girly decorations or colors but it was pretty odd for people that weren't in the know.

"Good information gathering takes a bit of time I feel. You have to figure out if the lead you get is actually true, to discern whether or not if such information is credible and even in such cases to know if there's any traps leading up to such. Atop of that, even in such cases where one knows it is bait and there awaits predetermined danger... you still have to walk forth into such waiting maws with no other discourse."

"I do believe that even in such troubled times, to be cautious is not too bad. It is far better than simply being flung out into the nether at the drop of a hat, I feel." Giving Max her own interpretation of things in a bid to helpfully make him less anxious, Corrin gave Tiki a thankful nod before taking seat up with the rest of the drinkers while ordering some heated sake as her drink of choice surprisingly. If Azura was around she would have probably sneered in abject disgust at that.

Edited by Makaioh on Feb 21st 2020 at 6:42:43 AM

Zima - Library party

The young ursus rolled her eyes dismissively at Maki's glare, hooking her hands behind her head as she walked along.

"Don't sweat it, I'm not gonna ruin your R&R." Zima drawled, cocking her head towards Maria as she threw a wet towel on her enthusiasm. Make-believe simulations were much less interesting - poachers and beasts, on the other hand, that was a story she could get behind. She grinned in approval as the old crone boasted, her eyes flicking back to the wheelchair. She was really starting to like the old lady's attitude. Maybe she wouldn't be a pain to babysit after all.

"Wiped the floor with'em, eh Granny? Haha, now I really wanna see that!"

She sobered up once Maki brought up the people back home, a distant look and a faint scowl darkening her face, one hand absently dropping to fiddle with a badge pinned to the collar of her uniform top - a clawed fist surrounded by the words Independent Ursus Student Union.

"Right. I hear ya." She blinked and shook her head a little, stuffing her hands back into her jacket pockets. "Never heard of a Danganronpa before, though."

—

Lucina - Penthouse garden

Lucina wasn't sure what to think as she watched Scott process her words. Part of her had been bracing for denial or dismissal, and was glad to see genuine remorse in its place - but she couldn't feel happy about causing a team-mate to fall into a panicked crisis, no matter the situation. At the same time she had to bite back immediate reassurance, for fear of blunting the impact of the whole confrontation.

It all left an ugly feeling sitting in her gut like a ball of lead.

"If you really mean it, I will gladly be your friend - but you have to mean it, Scott!" She clasped the young man on the shoulder, trying to physically impress the seriousness of her words into him. "This cannot happen again - not just to me, but to everyone in our band."

She had her doubts about that, though, a creeping suspicion that there was more to this than just one man's poor character. The memory lapses, the mood swings - could Scott be touched, unbalanced somehow? As if on cue, that glow caught her eye, and she blinked in surprise as a halo of harsh light seemed to bloom around the young man's head, concern finally winning out as held him a little steadier by the shoulder.

"What's wrong, Scott? Are you alright?"

Fiore -> Onwards to the Boutique

Fiore nods over at Nero's words, taking the lead of their little group while being helped along by her Servant. "Honestly speaking, I have no real destination in mind. Just a stroll around town, getting to know the people here, was how I was planning to spend it." She glances back at herself. The only things she had on her was herself, her Mystic Code and the box carrying mechanisms necessary to maintain it hidden underneath her wheelchair.

That's it.

"That said, I haven't exactly had the time to prepare a luggage before coming here... Hm. Very well. Caster, can you take us to shop for the necessities with the others?" she said as such with natural poise before turning to Tenko. "And certainly, I don't mind having your company, Miss Tenko~"

She glances back at Carlos, smiled nervously and waved, as if to say 'good luck' at his dealings with the two goddesses and apparent psychopath with an obviously cursed weapon on her. Here's hoping he stays safe.

After having made their way to the Boutique, the group would chance upon the others already there. And it even looks like they've already tried out what the shop has to offer(with varying results).

"My, everyone seems to be having a good time here. Mind if us three tag along as well?"

Tenko Chabashira - Boutique Le Wow

Tenko eagerly followed Fiore to the clothing shop. Upon noticing the two girls already there, including the princess from earlier who was now much more colorful, the young martial artist enthusiasticaly greeted them. "Oh, hi! We haven't introduced each other properly, have me? My name's Tenko Chabashira, the Ultimate Aikido Master."

But Ranma's dumb brother was also there. Still, Tenko decided to try to be civil, even if he was a weird degenerate males that liked to crawl on ceilings. She also noticed that he was holding woman's clothing. "Hello. I see you're buying clothes for Ranma. I guess you're not that bad of a brother, at least." It was then that the Ultimate noticed the obvious. "What's your name anyway?" She couldn't very well call him Ranma's brother forever, after all.

Maria, Cool Old Lady

"No, can't say that I do. The name is vaguely Eastern, and not much else to me." The old crone shrugged at Maki's question, choosing instead to focus on Zima. "Ah, well, it was quite a trip. The folk there used giant vessels skimming the sand and floating in the air to get around the desert." She explained to the ursus. "We drove down in Saint Nicholas' flaming sleigh. One of them poachers tried to stop us, so I simply gave him a love tap with my foot." Maria tapped the pad of her wheelchair with a chuckle.

"That poor fellow couldn't talk from the sheer blood loss from his nose. Hardly much of a fight with him though." As Zima grew more melancholic however, the old crone's smile softened ever so slightly. "I will admit that I am ever so slightly envious of you lot. Having someone to return to... I think most of our group do, even that gray-skinned gremlin."

"Cherish that moment, my Maestro." Nero smiled teasingly. [[red: "Not every mortal can get away with ordering an emperor like that." Obviously she didn't mean any threat by that, directing Fiore's wheelchair to wherever she desired and having switched out of a white festive into her typical blood red on the way. That place turned out to be a fancy boutique - and it seemed there were already some of them here. She recognized Hana, and her new outfit was cute, too; perfect for a casual outing on a beach, or perhaps for swimming instead. The other two were more of a mystery, even though Tenko identified the man suspiciously similar to Ranma as her brother.

...hm. How strange. What was this faint smell of a curse emanating off him? "Greetings~" Scratch that, what was Ozma wearing? "Do you perhaps need any assistance in picking something for yourself, umu?" She asked the princess, regarding the colorful ensemble with a critical eye of a patron of arts.

Hana (Boutique Le Wow)

Knowing that Ozma was feeling just a little self-conscious about the ensemble she put together, Hana gave her a smile. "Hey now, don't be too hard on yourself. Seeing what works and what could use some work is part of the fun of this. If you wanna rep your home, then you go on and do it. Though I gotta say, those boots? A keeper for sure." Turning to Ranma as he gave his opinion on it, Hana did indeed take note on how his choice of clothing seemed a little on the feminine side...but hey, she'd spent more than one afternoon in overalls and slacks and grease, so who was she to judge?

Her attention then turned to another group of arrivals; Nero she remembered, but the other two were new to her. One of them happened to mention Ranma buying clothes for...Ranma? Blinking a few times, Hana looked from Tenko to Ranma and back, before sliding close to the latter and trying to whisper in his ear.

"Do you have a twin or something?"

Aegis Hotel - Lobby -> Outside Library (Lillie, Zima, Maria, Maki, Lady) ~ This is The Place...I Think

Lillie frowned heavily as a few people mentioned being eager for a fight or at least a mission.

"I, um...like the downtime...." she said, somewhat timidly, "I don't really like fighting...even if it's against somebody, who, um...isn't quite so nice...."

The frown only got heavier as Maki brought up wanting to go back to the people that she cared about back home. While seeing Kukui and Burnet again would be nice, if only to put their minds at ease, there wasn't much else about Alola she was particularly attached to, but that was a reminder of how she missed out on contacting her family earlier, and how she was looking for a library to put her mind off that failure.

As luck would have it, it turned out they were almost there. Well, at least that looked like a library to her. It was much bigger than any library at home, and the way it was built reminded her more of the stores in Hau'oli City than her expectations.

"...Is that the library?" she asked.

"I'm happy that you appreciate the attempt, at least," Ozma said with a small smile, "I'm not the most fashion-minded person. I just wear whatever happens to be most attractive to me at the time, or maybe what happens to look most presentable for whatever duties I have that day. If I set a trend, it will likely be by complete accident."

Then the hat she was wearing slipped over her eyes. She just took it off before looking down at her boots in particular. "At least I made a good choice in footwear. Ultimately, practical clothing is what I'm here for."

She turned to go change back into her normal outfit, sans the shoes, but before she could actually leave an additional three people joined the group.

"Hello again, Fiore," she greeted the familiar face with a smile and nod, before turning to the other two and offering them her usual curtsy, substituting the over-sized shirt she had on for her dress.

"I for one would be pleased to have you join us," she said, "My name is Princess Ozma. It is a pleasure to meet you."

After that she turned to the two people she didn't immediately recognize. The first was the girl in blue who hated men from before, who introduced herself as Tenko Chabashira. Her ego must have been enormous for her to also introduce herself as the "Ultimate" Akido Master, whatever "Akido" was supposed to be.

At least she could actually say something to Ranma without insulting him within the first couple words. However, she did bring up something odd. Ranma having a twin sister wasn't that strange, but for his sister to also be named Ranma? She'd noticed the clothing he'd picked out, but she'd just chalked it up to his personal tastes. Was there more to it than that...?

She decided not to assume anything. Maybe Ranma's parents just really liked that name. She simply gave Ranma a glance of curiosity before turning to the woman in red who was shorter than Ozma was, if only by an inch at most.

"If you're wondering about the outfit, it's something I threw together within a minute for an impromptu fashion contest," she explained upon noticing the critical eye the woman was giving her, "Given enough time I could probably muster up something presentable, though I'll accept the help if you're willing to provide it."

Edited by Yomegami on Feb 23rd 2020 at 7:15:28 AM

"I'll take inactive over dead," Susan replied. There wasn't any mirth in her voice. "If the world's still moving, they're out there. Trust me."

Maaaaaaaan, that world of his sounded like a good deal at first, but considering her nature would still have to be kept a secret...meaning she'd still be kept far and away from all "mundane" life...that'd be a letdown. Not to mention, if there's a bunch of wizards out there who are totally aware of her existence, there's no way she can help people make things better. Also, 2013 was a pretty bad year for movies.

Tira was gonna keep going on about dumb edgy shit if she didn't stop her, so while she kept swearing she quickly formulated a plan.

"I'm sure that your trust is placed better in him than in some people, Tira. First of all, he's just come here from another universe; why would he start lying to one of the first people he talks to just to gain their trust? It'd probably better suit him just to run away rather than support someone like you for nothing. Second, he—UH OH," she pulled back a sleeve revealing her huge, gnarled hands and a tiny watch that hung loosely on her anorexic wrist, "we're running a little late! Who knows how long the bars around here stay open, let's go!"

Susan forced the situation by heading off straight towards the nearest eating establishment, which was a very nice-looking Italian place. Would anyone dare to stop this horrible reaver of a God?

Upon Carmilla's offering to set up that rare ritual of malefic make, the dark sabbath known as "triple date", Artoria looked up at her...and didn't say anything. Whatever thoughts were going through her head in response were a mystery obscured by her spiteful visage carved from ivory. She stood there, waiting for her Master to say something dumb while partaking in her Toblerone. Indeed, she would, without any prompting.

"Letting your mere conceptions of society halt the development and remove the safety of my homeland is utter tripe. Also, we are all Homos, of the Sapiens variety. I fear no man."

She stepped forward from behind the plant, gripping her sword tightly. "Besides, my foolish little Master. There are methods to solve this issue that you should find present no problem to your sensibilities. But enough weak talk." She started to stomp forward, her armor clattering loudly. "It is time to give a show of strength, through action."

Disregarding whatever they were doing, whatever stealth she had afforded herself before, whatever mere barriers that society demanded this plan of hers be impossible, she actualized her dream and walked over to 21 and Mordred, still blazing in dark fire.

"MORDRED." She planted Excalibur Morgan into the tile without a thought in her head about property damage. "I challenge you and this other of yours to a Triple Date. There shall be nothing on the line, but face saved and honor kept..."

"Do you accept these terms? Or shall you walk away quivering, like a misbegotten worm?"

Carmilla & Sypha, Inside Hotel

"What." Both Carmilla and Sypha's jaws dropped in disbelief at seeing Artoria challenging Mordred to a Triple Date like it was a Duel to the Death. Who even does that?! That's not how Triple Dates work! Now this is confrontational!

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"Yeah, something like that. She's a bit of a tomboy so getting anything too frilly or froofy is just gonna annoy her. Dresses are definitely a no go as well." Replying back to Hana and Tenko's questions with a shrug of his shoulders even as he inwardly sweatdropped due to the growing attention being heaped on him about his 'sister', the boy took out a 1980's polaroid camera photo that actually had two Ranmas sitting around in the same general area as distinct separate entities◊ (courtesy of a certain annoying magic mirror). Normally Nabiki's blatant profiteering off of the photography sessions were rather annoying but it found a use here in this case.

"I'm Ranma too since we both sorta have the same name. Though if you wanna differentiate us, you can always call my twin as Ranko if you want since it's easier to give her a feminine name than it is for me to change my own masculine one. She likes going by that moniker if things get a bit too strange calling us both Ranma." Thanking his lucky stars that Tenko was in a less confronting mood at the moment, the teen rubbed the back of his head even as he dug himself even deeper into the hole that was already made.

21 simply froze like a deer that suddenly appeared in headlights as the bombshell of a challenge was dropped in a manner most brusque and volatile, with her partner's father(?) wanting to one-up the good sir for... whatever reason. The poor woman looked both rather confused as well as amazed by the sheer panache involved though if she was being honest this was already a lot better than them throwing giant sword beams at each other.

Edited by Makaioh on Feb 24th 2020 at 9:50:47 AM

Mordred - Very Confused

Mordred was looking right at 21, she didn't really feel like peeling her gaze away. The woman who had accepted her really was something special. Mordred really wanted nothing more than to escape with her right now and opened her mouth to answer 21's question when she was interrupted by—by her father. Challening her to some kind of courtship duel. Almost instantly Mordred's expression went from one of contented admiration to complete annoyance.

Mordred turned towards the blackened Arturia and scractched the back of her head. Were she her younger self she would have easily fallen for the taunt. And on purpose. She'd been wisened a little by her years after Camlann though. "Father. I'm sorry but what...are you going on about?"

Tenko Chabashira - Boutique Le Wow

Tenko wasn't sure how to feel about Ranma's brother calling his sister a 'tomboy', but at least showed he cared about her feelings somewhat so the martial artist supposed she could let it slide.

However, Ranma's answer about his name did nothing to satisfy Tenko. If anything, it confused and angered her a bit. "You gotta be kidding me! You two have the same name? What kind of people are your parents? And I don't see why she should be the one to go by a different one. She has enough problem already! We could very well call you something like Rantaro or Ransuke." Well, maybe Rantaro would be confusing for the Aikido master, but the point still stood!

Maki Harukawa - Library Group

Yeah, it seemed that the desire to go back to their loved ones was a general desire amongst the group, except for Maria. "Sorry for bringing that up." Tough the former Ultimate had the confirmation that no one else knew about Danganronpa or the Killing Game. "Forget about that last part. It's not relevant to any of you. Just don't mention it to Tenko." The killing game survivor couldn't afford the other girl to learn about the truth before she felt she was ready to talk about it.

Maki followed the group until they arrived before something that looked like a library. Lillie's question was answered with a shrug. "Only one way to know." And with that, Maki went trough the entrance.

"Feigning ignorance shall not get thee into my good graces, bastard son of mine," Artoria replied, staring daggers right back at her. "What I propose is the simplest of propositions."

She took a gauntlet off of Excalibur Morgan and waved it in the direction of the no-doubt confused group of ladies standing behind her. "My Master has suggested that such an action would be prudent...one of familial bonding. Myself, Tessa, the two vampire harlots, you, and...her," she said with a pause. "Engage in this ritual of socialization and romance with us, unless you believe yourself incapable of such a task."

Her stay welcomed and even encouraged by the others, Elesis gladly took the opportunity to take a seat and order something to drink. The crew as a whole seemed to be in quite high spirits, although there seemed to be some concerns from Max regarding their stay there.

"He does have a point, though," the corsair noted with a shrug. "It's fine that we get some time to rest and relax, but it's better to not overdo it. With how serious this whole situation is, people are going to get restless if our downtime lasts for too long. It's always a tricky thing to balance, honestly."

Despite being called "Blue Blazer", the cocktail that eventually arrived was by no means blue; however, the flame dancing on top of it, definitely was. Elesis took a quick sip at first, and after finding it to her liking, proceeded to down the whole thing in one gulp, fire and all.

"But hey, let's not worry about that now!" she exclaimed immediately, waving her hand. "We may as well enjoy ourselves while we have the chance, right?"

"Yes, it will literally only be a few seconds after you are gone that this message will reach them. We have enough leeway over the aspect of 'time' along with 'space' to ensure that. The Deus ex Machina reads the inherent 'Record' on each individual brought into the area before the messages themselves are shunted off to reach your noted people based off the personal time you all have." Kreyuz calmly responded back, using a technology that sounded eerily similar to the concept of recording messages at save points if one were to use video game analogies.

"...Those just sounds weird so I'm not changing my name." Furrowing his brows ever so slightly as the ever familiar headache that came from dealing with people that were either overly aggressive and/or had little to no personal sense, Ranma sighed as the misandrist continued her spiel. "My twin's much more okay with using other names than me which is why I said that."

Indeed, in the female aspect the martial artist was a lot more amenable to doing such things that her original form was loathe to do, mostly because of disassociation from what was considered 'manly'. In short, there was no need to worry about masculinity there so it was rather easy to just go full ham there since that wasn't what he was born with.

A small part that would vehemently deny anything would note that it was rather fun getting up to hijinks as 'Ranko' as long as things didn't go FUBAR like most of the time though. Getting free food and being able to eat ice cream naturally did have its perks.

21 let out a small exhalation before her face slowly started coloring up, becoming a shade of pink that was getting closer to her Majin form in shading as Salty Santa's incredibly brusque heckling continued. While she was all for the date in question (in fact it was something she wanted a lot even), the way it was being worded was bringing out quite a bit of distress and sourness to the researcher in question. "Y-you don't need to do this if you don't want to, Ser Mordred..."

Edited by Makaioh on Feb 27th 2020 at 9:46:57 AM