"That's true. Other than being something to wear, they don't look to be the same," Makoto agreed.
"Maybe they're trying to give us at least some individuality..."
"I'm not quite sure what they are planning."
"Why is that?"
The tall girl held up part of the outfit that she had been given. It was vaguely uniform like and very close fitting, with spots at the shoulders for what could have been patches. Both the boots and gloves that came with it were reinforced, and a collapsible stave was included.
"Looks nearly... mamluk..."
"It's an outfit for fighting in, that's for certain."
"That's weird..." Usagi commented idly.
"Why's that? I am a fighter."
"Yeah, but they didn't give us all the same."
"We already know that," Rei drawled.
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
"That they decided that we're not all going to be focusing on fighting," the blonde commented, and showed them an outfit that looked rather... official. In fact, from the way it was designed, it seemed to almost... royal, or something for the nobility at least.
"Okay..."
"What about you?"
"Me?"
"Your outfit?"
"Oh." Rei spread out the clothing in question, letting her friends see how close it was to her old miko robes. But it was like someone had managed to make them into street clothes, and had given her little spaces to hold things.
"That's amazing..."
"And kind of scary."
"Why's that?"
"I don't mind Master telling us what to do. He's nice about it, and doesn't seem to want to push for strange things. But this...?"
Makoto kept her eyes on the papers, the right size to make wards, that her raven haired friend had in her hand. "You might be right."
"I guess that they're trying to help us find roles."
"Maybe I should be waiting for a chef's hat next."
"They might not go that far, but then again, they seem to have no problem with that part."
The blonde frowned thoughtfully. "Is that a problem?"
"What are you talking about?"
"We are slaves, so we don't have any control anyway. This just gives us a role that we can figure out, instead of worrying too much."
"She's sounding sensible... eep..."
"Rei-chan!"
"Don't worry," Makoto commented with a wry grin. "She's just teasing you."
"Ohh..."
"But we really should pack this stuff up. Don't want to let it get ruined, and the more time we take on it, the more we can relax as we do it."
Ami lay back on her bed and tried to get some sleep, but all she could manage was to stare at the ceiling. Her mind was so filled with thoughts about the sudden changes in her life that she was having trouble doing much else. With things moving from what they had safely been before, she just wasn't sure on how to take it.
After all, she, of all girls, was supposed to marry a handsome and friendly hunk who she'd just met. She was going to be Mrs. Saotome, and once the wedding was over, she'd be sharing her bed with him. Maybe she'd even find the delights of the flesh before then, so long as she took the proper precautions. Not that it would be a chore by any means of conclusion that she could come up with.
But not only did she have the knowledge that all too soon, those well muscled arms would be holding her soft body, but that she would be the Mistress of her friends. That would mean that she could prevent them getting someone nasty as a Mistress, on the one hand, and could have them do what she wanted on the other. Yet, for all the agitation she was getting from this, there was one sure thing.
She did not want to refuse to marry Ranma Saotome at all.
As he sat in front of the tent that he shared with his son and the boy's slaves, Genma Saotome found himself considering how different this situation was in comparison to what he'd originally expected. He'd been sure that only one had shown herself to be useful, and that the second had been a definite possibility. Still, he'd worried over how much trouble they'd have to deal with having three slaves for his boy.
However, all his worries had been unfounded. The girls had proven to have their uses, and had taken away the drudgery of working the camp. Just the tall one gave him meals of the sort that he hadn't had in a long time. The other two were proving to be more useful than he'd thought, and had even helped his retirement. Because of him, he'd been able to find a girl for his son to marry, thereby securing his retirement. That, in and of itself, would have been enough to be pleased, but the girl's mother was a respected doctor with a thriving practice, and the daughter was showing every sign of going into the same field. Then there was the fact that the boy and his slaves had been recruited by a government agency, giving them chances to get into good fights, a ready supply line, and certain special honors.
There was just no way that he was about to get rid of any of the slaves now... especially since officials capable of making his life very hard wanted them there with the boy.
Not that he minded, as it seemed be working out alright, and he was smiling as he saw the sun rise, while:
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