Ranma stretched lazily as she came to her senses. Whatever it was that Kodachi had hit her with, it had been something else... the events of the past couple of hours had been hazy, but -
With a start, she sat up, eyes wide. Her vision had grayed somewhat, though it was far sharper; moreover, her hearing and smell had reached incredible levels of sensitivity. She could smell the slight fear from someone nearby, as well as a more... potent scent that lingered in the area. “Wha-what happened?” She gulped. She ran through her mind for a second; odd, but she didn’t feel like she belonged to anyone. Moreover, she wasn’t in a cage or a fishbowl or any other such container; she lay on a bed, no more or less. She idly swished her tail toward her hands - hands now clawed, she realized.
Marilyn let out a long sigh. “Mr. Saotome... we must apologize. We found out about the coerced state you were in from the blood samples we took, but it was too late to stop the transfurrmation. Fortunately, we were able to stop most of the mental effects. We changed only enough so that your instincts would match your new form... besides that, your mind is still your own.” She wrung her hands together. “We apologize wholeheartily... also, we would like to discuss some things with you.”
Ranma growled. “What am I?”
Marilyn gestured to a full-length mirror; Ranma walked over to it - and blinked.
She should be going into the Nekoken by now. The yellow cat-slit eyes caught her attention first, unnatural orbs that seemed to glow with their own power. The face of a cat stared back at her; her nose had turned up into a pink inverted triangle, sensitive whiskers twitched near the edges of her mouth, and white-and-orange fur played out like warpaint. Her red hair, now unbound, had faded to match the orange fur; orange tabby stripes decorated her back, arms, legs, and tail. She twitched one of her triangle-shaped ears experimentally; yes, those were hers, and yes, they worked. The tail was the same way; it surprised her how sensitive it was to touch. Her hands and feet looked the same as before, save for the thick pads, fur, and the retractable claws; she wondered what damage she could do with them in a fight.
In that moment, she realized what had happened to the Nekoken. She spied a scratching post at the other end of the room, concentrated... then slashed her hand in its general direction. A moment later, the post fell to splinters, destroyed by Ranma’s catfist.
She looked at the claws on her hand, her beautiful orange-velvet gloves, and smiled. This could be useful...
“I hope it’s to your approval...” Marilyn whispered.
Ranma nodded slowly. “I... I’m not feeling it like this. The Nekoken isn’t there anymore - beause I’m already a cat. If I can change back into a guy - even a cat guy - then it’ll be perfect.”
Marilyn frowned. “We’re not sure, exactly. Mixing magics is a tricky business; we don’t know what’s going to happen in regards to your curse.” She moved behind Ranma. “Now... there are other things to take care of...”
“Such as?”
Marilyn sighed.
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(Posted Mon, 18 Nov 2002 08:42)
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