Ranma looked at her soda suspiciously. There was something curious about this. Her danger sense hadn't pricked, but still she was suspicious for some reason.
She started running a checklist. Her coordination was apparently unaffected, as indicated by the complex manipulations she was performing on the coin ine her hand.
Manipulations that were still going on while she was practically not paying attention. Deft finger moments that were attracting a lot of attention from the women in her immediate area at the bar.
She took another coin in her other hand and was slowly but surely crushing it into an almost perfectly smooth metal marble between her finger and thumb. This particular event went mostly unnoticed, but proved that both Ranma's senses, at least the visual and tactile ones, and strength were unaffected. Though granted, it was a rather pitiful demonstration of strength.
She sniffed about and managed, after a great deal of difficulty, to pick out the individual scents of the women around her. So her sense of smell was normal. And she could hear their hearts beating, some of them rather rapidly for some reason, so his hearing was fine.
What was bothering her was that some of her thoughts were fuzzy. She had been very sad, too the point of killing herself even, but she couldn't remember why. Something to do with Akane, but it wasn't really Akane, it was...she couldn't remember the name. But Akane and the other woman were connected closely somehow.
She vaguely remembered Nabiki telling her to forget about Akane, and Nabiki had been worried. Ranma couldn't remember why though. In her confusion, she took another sip from her glass, and momentarily forgetting what she was suspicious about. Then suddenly, she was confused again.
~There was something bothering me,~ she thought. ~What was it?~ She shrugged and took another drink from her soda, and promptly forgot she was suspicious about anything. There was some nameless longing in her mind that she could feel slowly getting stronger.
Upon sensing that, however, she took another sip of her soda and the nameless longing seemingly vanished. Of course Ranma could still just barely feel it, but it would be awhile before it would be strong again.
"I'd be your willing slave for all my life if you just came home with me right now," one of the women next to her said. She was virtually drooling over the sight of Ranma's fingers still engaging in physics-defying feats of agility.
The comment brought forth a resurgance of that longing, and a faded look entered Ranma's eyes for a moment. She took a long drink of her soda, before her mind remembered enough to be suspicious of it. Then she was back to that state of blissful, if moderately confused, ignorance.
"Uh...no thanks," Ranma said nervously at the talk of "slaves".
She stood up and took her drink to walk nervously to another part of the bar. She sweatdropped as one of the women fell off her stool in trying to visually follow the path Ranma was taking.
"What kind of place did Nabiki send me to," Ranma asked herself quietly. She must have been half-asleep when she agreed to this, she could barely remember the conversation at all. "Man, Akane is going to kill me if she hears about this."
"And why is my hair green?" Ranma asked no one in particular.
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(Posted Wed, 10 Jan 2007 05:30)
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