"Ku-kweh?"
Ranma patted Butterball's neck briefly, muttering something to reassure the chocobo as he tried to sort things out.
He remembered getting Butterball years ago, the dark buttery-colored chocobo growing up with him. Now the chocobo was roughly middle-aged, a gentle riding beast who knew his voice and had been trained to a few war-commands though in temprement was hardly warlike.
He could run perfectly fine on his own for hours at a time. Butterball though, could run for hours without problem, carry him and supplies, was not particularly slowed down scrabbling up mountains or wading through swamps, had fairly keen senses and would alert Ranma of threats that he might miss, and managed to discourage some predators just by being what he was.
Not that the Ranma of this world couldn't handle just about any normally encountered predator that he might encounter. It would be an annoyance though to stop every few minutes and enforce Darwinian Law by weeding out stupid species.
"Kweh?" asked Butterball.
"Yeah, yeah," said Ranma, nudging with one knee. Butterball obligingly turned that way and settled down into a slow-looking lope.
In this reality... oh yeah. Some group had attacked his home. They'd surprised him, hit him with something that exploded, then collapsed his home around him, then set it on fire, THEN blew it up. By the time he'd dug his way out they'd destroyed the rest of the town. He remembered...
Ranma leaned way out away from Butterball and started throwing up. Butterball obligingly stopped and let his rider settle himself again.
Oh yeah. When he found out who it was, and why, he was gonna bust some heads. Even if they had something against HIM or his family personally, he'd seen what they'd done to the waitress at the sandwich shop. Yup. Definite case of paying back a few people.
He also remembered being the martial artist cursed in Jusenkyo who went to the Tendo dojo, got engaged, and so on.
Ranma scratched his head and nudged Butterball again. The chocobo seemed a little more uncertain, but quickly got into his usual ground-devouring lope. A stray memory indicated that the chocobo could go a LOT faster, but that was okay too - Ranma had a lot to think about.
He was still passing outlying grasslands and the occasional farm as he tried to sort out the memories.
Those people who'd attacked the house had sure wanted to make sure he was down. Ambushed without any warning whatsoever? Lovable little him? Ranma tried to figure out who could/would have done this, but drew a blank. Nobody he knew in these new memories, where he had grown up as:
(Posted Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:26)
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