Being stuck as a girl was never a good thing in his eyes. Being stuck for good as far as anyone could tell was considerably worse.
Being stuck as some sort of demonic-looking freak of a girl however... well let us just say that depressed would be a step up.
It did not help that Kasumi felt obliged to send her sisters and 'brother'-in law to be off to school as if nothing had happened, although upon consideration it would be less noisy than being in the same house as Soun at this point. So he... or rather she was shambling on autopilot toward Furinkan high with her backpack hanging off an arm (wearing it over even her folded bat-like wings proved rather uncomfortable), her eyes fixed upon the fencetop beneath her feet, and her thoughts completely off of the world around her.
Therefore her mind registered neither the cry of "Pokegirl Darkfire! I Choose You!" nor the red and white ball arcing toward her head until a delicate-boned hand the color of red-highlighted obsidian (her own, and it matched the rest of her) reflexively snatched it out of midair. In the relative silence the sound of a temper snapping could almost be heard as Ranma examined the Poke-ball and turned toward the pimple-faced boy who threw it at her and now stared in befuddlement.
The instinctive reaction of her new wings in free-fall threw her bound off, and she landed audibly on the far side of the street. She drew breath to speak (yell actually) as her eyes literally flamed in irritation and her red-and-black hair seemed to move on it's own volition, but then a suprisingly strong hand on her shoulder stopped her. Ranma turned to see Nabiki in her normal school uniform (sans shoes, socks, and underwear) with another Pokeball in her hand, a faint mark where she had intercepted it with her head, another such mark on her arm, and a dangerous look in her eye.
"No Ranma," Nabiki said in a voice more coldly furious than he had ever heard as she took Ranma's Pokeball, "allow _me_."
With that, five meters of the powerfully muscled serpentine lower body that had been slowly coiling under Nabiki lunged at the would-be trainer and before he could hope to react wrapped itself around him from the waist... up.
#Not bad.# Ranma thought as her habitual analysis of combat ability distracted her momentarily, #Still even slower 'n Akane, but she's pretty strong an' ain't got much to relearn. Hey, what's she do-#
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(Authors Note: The following scene has been excluded rather than include the Lemon or Dark tag. Suffice it to say that Nabiki inserted the two Pokeballs, and the five she had been hit with already that morning, someplace Pokeballs Were Not Meant To Go.)
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"... not poke-anything, spread the word. snake-chick and fire elf not poke-...." whimpered a rather bowlegged trainer as he hobbled off.
"You know Ranma," Nabiki noted after straightening her hair, "I have to admit that occasional mindless violence does releive stress quite effectively.
Unfortunately, the next Random Encounter for out two transformees would encounter would be a little less easy to deal with....
"Oh, hi Kodachi."
Worse News, he likes the new look....
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(Posted Fri, 19 Dec 2003 20:06)
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