Sidestory - Altogether now

[LawOhki]

Forewarning, most of these Ranmas will be alternate future characters so as to avoid major story spoilers, although there will be some here and there since they are unavoidable. The premise is that NNFN-Washu while trying to do some reality bridging between NNFN-verse and the New Tomboy-verse ends up recalling several more Ranmas with the dimensional tuner than needed. This of course takes place after NNFN is over although it will be an alternate ending to what I have planned.

I decided to write a couple introductions for what certain Ranma's were doing before being grabbed.

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London, England 2009

‘I hate trying to pick.’ Ranma sighed as she watched humans move about the street. She couldn’t survive on the synthetic drink anymore, not completely anyway. Not when she was surrounded by the real thing, tempted constantly merely by their presence. Running her tongue along her left fang, she hated herself for giving into her urges but it was better to do it now rather than get to the point where she might attack someone she cared about.

Finding a human that she liked, she started to tail him down the road while waiting for an opportunity. Shoving her hands in the long leather duster she wore, she pulled it tighter around her body. The thrill from hunting caused an excited tingle to run up her body in expectation of the kill to come. Reading his surface thoughts, she found that he hadn’t noticed her presence, and had been forced to remain at his job after hours to complete a project. He didn’t have any family, only a woman that he was seeing off and on.

Quickening her pace when she saw him about to hail a cab. “Do you mind if we share?” Ranma asked, appearing next to him in his line of sight so as not to startle him.

“Uh.” The man hesitated. “I’m going all the way to Wandsworth common.”

“Perfect, I need to go right near there.” Ranma smiled.

“Alright then.” He held open the door for her to get in and then moved to the other side before giving the driver his destination. Ranma was happy that he didn’t try to make small talk because she didn’t like to get to know her meals on a personal level. Mundane details about their lives helped pick out one that wouldn’t raise too much of a fuss, but she didn’t want to know too much.

Exchanging minor pleasantries as he got out of the cab at a dark home, she dominated the cab drivers mind to order him to drive around the corner, and let her out. Ranma’s sneakers made soft tapping noises as she walked back towards the man’s home, barely able to restraint her excitement. Alucard almost certainly knew about these little indulgences. Ceres might know as well if she was looking for it. No human involved with Hellsing or any other government secret agency knew and that was what was important.

She was just starting down the small path to the front door to invite herself in for dinner when her higher senses suddenly went crazy. Staggering, she clutched her head, watching as everything around her split apart into two, then again into four, and again repeatedly. Stumbling backward, she fell, and didn’t stop falling for far too long. Finally with a harsh jerk she landed with only a moment to realize this before a much larger body landed on top of her, followed shortly by several more bodies.

X x x x x x

Eyrie Building, Manhattan, New York 1996

“Hey Angela, you in here?” Ranma asked, leaning over the railing of the vast atrium underneath the castle. The base of which could be seen hanging over head, though it was now reinforced to avoid anyone being able to fall through it again. He found the purple gargoyle lounging on a wooden chaise reading a book.

“Right here!” She called up to him. Skipping over the guard rail, he spread his wings and floated over to land next to her on the walkway beside the deep pool that was in the center of the hall.

“So why are you in here?” He asked, sitting down after she slid over enough to give him room.

“Well I wanted to read and be outside but it’s too windy on the castle. So I figured this was the next best place.” She answered, shifting uncomfortably on the wooden furniture. “Not the best thing to sit on though.”

“I blame the tail.” He smiled, imagining that someone might start making gargoyle accessible furniture.

“Me too.” She remarked and swung her legs up and over his body to drape across his legs, a mischievous smirk on her face. “So where did you run off to?”

“I had to run to Elisa’s, she picked something up for me during the day.” He answered. Elisa’s apartment was in Soho and was more than two kilometers away. Taking a deep breath to steel his nerves, he absently played with the toes on one of her feet. “A while ago I talked to Hudson about some stuff and--.” Moving up off the bench part of the chair, he knelt down in front of her, and reached into his pocket to retrieve two items. “Last night I talked with Goliath.” Separating the two items, he presented one of them to Angela. “Hudson said there wasn’t really any gargoyle custom for this kind of thing. So I’m sort of making it up as I go along.”

“What is it?” Angela asked, looking at the plain gold ring with a gold chain running through it to form a necklace.

“Angela-- will you-- that is to say-- marry me?” He asked nervously.

The purple gargoyle’s face stared at the jewelry for a moment before lighting up in joy. “Of course I will.” She answered, slowly taking the item from his hand.

Ranma’s heart was thundering in his chest, no matter how much of a symbolic gesture this was, it still felt important to him. Almost at the same time they stood up and he embraced her, protectively enveloping her with his wings.

“Why a necklace?” She asked after kissing him.

“They don’t really make gargoyle sized rings.” He joked.

Angela separated enough from him so she could bring up the necklace to examine it closer. “I love it.”

“Here.” Taking it, he undid the special clasp that could be used by someone with large talons ending their fingers, and clipped it behind her neck. The ring hung down just below where her collar bones met and contrasted heavily with her dark skin.

She took a moment to look down at the item. “Let me do your’s.” She fumbled with his for a minute but eventually was able to put his on. “There.”

“Thanks.” He reached up to adjust its position.

“What made you think of doing this? With the rings?”

“Just a story I remember hearing about, about two gargoyles a long time ago.” He answered while pulling her close again.

“How did the story end?” She asked, always interested in tales.

“It hasn’t.” He answered enigmatically, wondering if she would realize who he was talking about. “Come on, I got us tickets to see Beauty and the Beast.”

“Really? I didn’t think you would be into that kind of thing.”

“Heh heh.” He wasn’t the one who picked it out; Elisa had been the one to do that. “It’s just the first thing to do tonight.” Ranma added, putting a little bit of suggestion in his voice.

Angela picked up on his meaning. “We better get going then.”

Taking the elevator down to the helicopter landing pad level, he paused at the edge, the world suddenly spinning around him. Angela didn’t notice as she fumbled to take hold of his hand. With his head swimming he looked over to her and saw her split into two, and then there were four Angela’s staring at him. Dimly he heard her worried voice calling his name before he fell over the side of the edge.

X x x x x x

Nekomi, Chiba Prefecture, Japan 2010

“Did you get it in?” Urd asked her student, the God, currently Goddess, having returned from his first foray.

“Oh please.” Ranma scoffed at her suspicion of failure and flicked the end of her pigtail back over her shoulder.

“Good.” She ignored her students attitude to peak out from behind some kind of food jar with a colorful label to peer down towards where Belldandy was about to take a drink from the drugged cup. To increase their stealth, she had shrunk both of them down to a tiny size. Somewhere along the line she had changed Ranma into a girl just because it made their whole angels of love routine work better. A flare for the theatric was an important part of any plot. Belldandy nearly had the cup to her lips when she was interrupted by Keiichi.

“Hey Belldandy, I just got a call from Motor Club, they need me to help them with something urgent.” The human explained. “Do you want to come along?” He asked shyly.

“That sounds fun.” Belldandy quickly stood up and dumped the drugged tea out before following Keiichi out of the room.

“No!” Urd wailed, falling to her knees, and raising her arms to the heavens. “So close!”

“Well that’s over with.” Ranma didn’t seem at all concerned with her failing once again. “Now make me normal size again.” She demanded.

“I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities at that club thing.” She quickly recovered from her outburst. “Lots of dangerous weirdos.” Crossing her arms, she moved her eyes to the new Goddess next to her. “But we’ll need proper outfits.”

“No thanks, you already did this, and I thought you said we weren’t supposed to be seen.” Ranma protested, clearly just trying to be a pain.

“Not to be seen here.” She corrected. “What’s the point of a romantic night with the home to themselves if either of them know that there are others in the house?” She asked rhetorically. “Now though we have to fit in. Which means lots of tight leather, which should keep those meatheads who hang out there occupied, and that will let those two have some more privacy.”

“You just want me to be ogled by a bunch of guys while you do stuff.” Ranma dead panned.

“Of course, you’ll be the perfect decoy. I’ll even pitch in a little bit. The hot foreign goddess with her perky side kick, ooh--.” She cooed and posed a bit. “That gives me ideas.”

“You’re supposed to teach me how to be a God, not how to take advantage of guys.” The new deity rolled her eyes. “I can do that already.”

“Don’t worry my student, everything is for a purpose.” Wrapping an arm around Ranma’s shoulders, she started to drag her off to complete their Belldandy and Keiichi lovey dovey plan when the smaller Goddess staggered and vanished. “Oh-- that’s not good at all.” She blinked her eyes while trying to figure out what had just happened.

[Spokavriel]

Fun setups how many more are you going to tie in?

[LawOhki]

Fun setups how many more are you going to tie in?

All, those were just the ones I thought it would be nice to have intros for, and I was even thinking of throwing in one from a rather generic idea I had about a Ranma/HP cross without including anything to do with the HP story. (Mainly to either be pissed off or to piss off Platinum Ranma who would either be able to or not able to instantly copy any wand magic.)

[Siden]

Well, this should be interesting. Wonder how the NNFN crew are going to react to some of the different Ranmas, and how the Ranmas are going to react to the NNFN-verse.

[LawOhki]

Washu’s lab, Okayama, Japan 2008

Ranma was clad in attunement cloth from Jade, specifically designed to fit his human and hybrid form and to vanish if he went into cheetah form. The clothes themselves were shades of blue with white accents. The pants were loose except at the bottom where they bound just above the ankle, and he had cloth slippers on with holes allowing each toe to poke through individually. His button up shirt had short sleeves, and while it was bound at his waist by a wide belt, it had coat tails down to his knees. Where the fabric met back up near his waist was a hidden hole to allow his hybrid form tail through.

The back and slippers gave it away as was werecat fashion, but no one off of Jade knew that, and being in some Jurai formal wear that Ayeka tried to insist he wear made him uncomfortable. Even if he did look damn good in it. So opting for practical and comfortable werecat fashion was the obvious choice. Why Brittany went with normal Earth clothing when attunement cloth worked so much better, he'd never know. None of this of course mattered at the moment because there were much bigger concerns on his mind.

“Uh-- Mom.” Ranma extracted himself from the pile of bodies and sat on the floor looking at the others. Only two of the seven had remained conscious from the shock of sudden dimension travel. Most were gathered in a large pile of bodies in various positions, some snoring, others sleeping peacefully.

The two that were still conscious had extracted themselves and were visibly struggling just to sit. One looked a lot like his former girl form. She had bright red hair cut short in the back and from what he could see their body shape was similar but her skin was incredibly pale, and when he caught her eyes for a moment he found that they were an unnatural shade of red. Dressed in a set of feminine cut jeans and her upper body was hidden in a black leather duster.

Ranma’s eyes moved to the other conscious stranger, who seemed to be a mix of human and dragon from Brianna’s reality. Briefly he went through his memory to remember Agen, Debra’s husband who was half dragon and half unicorn, who strangely enough looked more like a human than either of the other two. There was a lot of Ranma in the copy’s face but with a heavy brow ridge forming a crest with two small upward curving horns over either eye. Tied into a ponytail was a spiky mane of red hair that contrasted heavily with his light blue skin and large purple and black bat wings fell limply from his back. His feet were much longer than they should be, ending with three toes with large talons. A thick reptilian tail weakly lashed around as the alternate version of himself tried to move. His clothing was a simple pair of black pants tied at his ankles and a gray tank top.

“It looks like your machine has screwed up again.” Ranma pointed out.

“I have eyes you know.” Washu answered sarcastically, quickly bringing up her keyboard, and rapidly typing on it. “What went wrong this time?”

“Japanese? Ugh, I don’t feel too good.” A bright red haired and pale version of his former female self said with a heavy English accent while trying to lift herself up into a sitting position.

“Me either.” A half dragon looking version of him added with a lesser amount of accent to his voice, bringing up one of his hands missing a finger to rub the side of his head.

“Is it more than disorientation?” Washu asked after looking up from her laptop.

“No.” The blue Ranma answered, wrapping his purple and black wings around his shoulders like a cape.

“Yes.” The pale girl said painfully, picking her head up enough to look at Washu, and showing that blood was coming from her eyes, nose, and ears.

“Ranma quick, take her to the house.” Washu was at the red haired copy’s side.

“How’s that going to help?” He asked while picking up the copy.

“It’s a reaction to being off planet.” Washu explained quickly, pushing him from behind. “Now go!”

“I’m going.” He would have changed into his hybrid form to be there in an instant but knowing that other versions of himself have usually gone through the neko-ken at some point, he didn’t think it’d be a good idea. Running as carefully as he could through Washu’s lab, he passed through the subspace doorway into the main entryway which caused the girl version of him cry out in pain until he had taken her out into the home. Once there she immediately went limp in his arms.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked worriedly, noticing how he didn’t feel anybody heat from her. Without being in hybrid form it was difficult to make out but she didn’t smell human.

“Yes.” She answered slowly while her eyes quickly took stock of the large living room at the Masaki home. It was early in the morning due to the time difference between realities and time zones. Outside the large glass windows at the front of the room, the lake was illuminated by a gibbous moon. “You can put me down.”

“Right.” He nodded and released her. “Are you sure you’re alright though?”

“Yes.” She answered again, the blood that had been on her skin suddenly being absorbed into her skin. “I feel much better.” The girl rolled her neck in a circle with her eyes closed before opening them slowly and sizing him up. “You know more about this than me.” She stated with a strange tone of finality.

“I do.” Ranma nodded, one of his ears flicking as he heard the small door at the bottom of the one leading into Washu’s lab opened, and Rin-Ohki hopped out. “I’m sorry Rin.” He bent down and held out a hand for her to hop up and quickly take a position on his shoulder. “Guess I forgot about you.” The cabbit gave a small snort before blinking her big eyes at the newcomer in front of him and sending feelings of unease back to him.

“You’re me.” The girl noted in shock, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Sort of.” He answered while wondering how much he wanted to explain of the details he did know. “Alternate realities can be a little complicated.”

“Try creating a machine to go between them.” Washu interjected as her lab door opened, the other conscious Ranma following behind her. “Feeling better?” She asked the draconian humanoid who nodded his head in response but still looked queasy.

“So what’s going on?” The blue Ranma asked, standing taller than everyone else. “I know it can’t be Puck screwing with my head again.”

“You explain, I have to go make sure the rest are taken care of.” Washu hastily vanished back through her lab door.

“Like I really know what’s going on.” He grumbled and addressed his two counterparts. “It looks like my mom’s machine to travel between dimensions screwed up again and somehow sucked all of you here with me. Try to stay calm, I’m sure she can fix everything, and send you back.”

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Plat Ranma gets the ax cause he's an annoying little shit.

[Questara]

Don't mind that, glad you kept at least one ranma-chan

[Spokavriel]

Oh... I was hoping that you could have the annoying little shit show up here because if Washu, Ryouko, and the rest couldn't put the little twit in his place who less than his grampa could?

[LawOhki]

Monitoring the humanoid helper robots as they efficiently spread the comatose forms out on the floor upon some summoned futons, Washu finally noticed the blinking alert going off on a nearby viewscreen. Tapping at the screen, it immediately displayed an image of a Jurai tree ship in orbit around planet Earth. The ship’s hull was made was designed in an aggressive fashion and was large enough to dwarf a Galaxy Police cruiser. An arrowhead twice the size of the core unit was positioned vertically with the core unit being positioned halfway into a cut out section of the arrowhead. The remaining hull was made up of half circle with the ends mimicking extended claws.

“And where did you come from?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. It reminded her of the Mikagami but smaller and more predatory. Hitting a second key, the remade Ryu-oh was displayed, and she could see that there was a small light show glittering across both hulls as the two communicated.

Bringing up her keyboard she set out to find out if this ship was in the database or known tree ships or if it had somehow been dragged along. A moment later she was done and had no choice but to conclude that one of the reality travelers was bonded to the ship now in orbit. How the bonding process actually worked with tree ships was still a mystery to her so to a relatively simple AI like the dimensional tuner it had simply concluded that they were the same being. Thankfully she had installed that subroutine that checked to see if either of the cabbits were in ship form if being transported.

“So which one of you has a tree ship?”

Washu scanned the various forms while trying to pick out something intangible. Her eyes locked on the one wearing Jurai styled clothing with a green, gold, and white theme. Normally she would like the new dimensional travelers to wake up on their own, but having a powerful tree ship in orbit that has been suddenly thrust into a strange universe. It was too bad that her knowledge on tree ships was so limited. Drawing up the program on her laptop, she quickly set about raising the consciousness or the boy so that he would wake up. After thirty seconds she saw the teen roll his head and it wasn’t long before his eyes had opened.

“Washu?” He asked, sounding like he was still asleep. Taking a look around, the boy appeared to recognize if not this part of her lab, than that he was in her lab complex. “How did I get here?” Once past the inspection of the room, he rapidly noticed that there was another him lying next to him unconscious.

“That is an excellent question.” Washu answered. “You see-- I am not the Washu you know. You were brought here by my dimensional tuner. A creation I made that allows travel between dimensions. There appears to have been a bit of a mix up and that’s why you and your counterparts are here.”

“That’s-- different.” Ranma commented and closed his eyes for several seconds. “That explains why Ryu-oh doesn’t know Tora.”

“Tora?” Washu snickered. “Cats seem to be a universal constant with you. Would you mind making sure that your ship stays calm?”

“Tora’s fine, just a little weirded out that he’s meeting so many new trees.” Ranma answered. “So-- a different reality?”

“Don’t panic, I’ll be able to send you all back. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get you back at the same time you left, but I should be able to achieve a time close to your departure.”

Ranma raised an eyebrow as he rapidly digested that information. “Well it can’t be any worse than when Mihoshi kidnapped me into space.”

“That’s a great attitude to have.” Washu congratulated the teen. “Now how about we head out into the house so we can hopefully get a few of you up to speed on things.”

X x x x x x

Between Day and Night Ranma

Shifting uneasily, Ranma glanced out the large glass windows out into the night, and across the snow covered stretch of land that vanished into the darkness. While it had been summer in Manhattan it was winter here. Even though he was no longer in that lab where he his entire body had hurt, he still felt off. He knew that gargoyles were tied to the planet in a very powerful way. That didn’t mean he had to like how it was currently making him feel a disconnect between what time he thought it should be, and what time it was. Looking out the window again and then checking a clock that was on the wall, he had to make plans.

“I sleep during the day.” He spoke up, interrupting the rather uncomfortable silence that had fallen over them after the female version of him had noticed who the other male version was. The red head didn’t say much, but from his own experiences, he could guess that she had not always been as she was now. “Is there someplace that no one would-- bother me?”

“Hmm, well we have an unlimited amount of rooms thanks to mom’s subspace stuff but I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t work to well with how you had problems in her lab.” The blond version of himself paused. “There’s a room up on the hill you could stay in, but it’s not heated.” The other Ranma trailed off, trying to think of someplace else.

“The cold won’t really bother me.” He replied with his mind bringing up those first couple of nights with Demona when he had first been cursed at Jusenkyo, and how helpless she had seemed when human. Now he was used to the physical advantages of this form and would likely feel the same way if he were to suddenly become human again.

“Alright, I’ll see about getting some blankets and a futon.” The blond was about to rise from the couch when the girl interjected.

“Is there a place I could sleep during the day as well?” She asked slowly, still upset about something. “It has to be completely dark.”

“Dark?” The blond Ranma asked himself. “Mom didn’t really design this house with dark in mind. Only place you’re going to get a completely dark place to sleep is in a closet. Are you sure it has to be that dark?”

“Yes, any light will keep me up.” She explained.

“If you want, do you not want a blanket or pillow too?” The other male Ranma joked.

“No, I would like both.” She answered with the same even tone.

X x x x x x

Career Opportunities Ranma

“It’s kind of eerie how everything seems the same.” Ranma commented while exiting the lab with Washu. The living room was lit by a few lamps and he found a blond version of himself with green eyes and cat ears sitting across from a larger light blue version with demonic features, and then a red haired female version with pale skin. Curled up in the blond’s lap was the familiar shape of a cabbit sleeping.

“Well there are a countless number of realities, and you should be from one that could be considered-- closer.” The small scientist explained. “I would wager that there are major differences that aren’t visible.”

“Yea.” He nodded before addressing the other three occupants to the room. “Hello--.” He paused considering how to introduce himself. “I’m Kamiki Ranma Jurai.” Once that done, he inclined his head politely, and wondered if his etiquette lessons had been drilled into his head too much.

“Kamiki?” Washu raised an eyebrow.

“Jurai?” The blond Ranma shared a similar look to the scientist.

“Is that a problem?” He asked. Perhaps Seto was not so well tolerated here. “It’s an adoption thing, not related to her at all.” He quickly added.

“There’s no problem with it, it’s just interesting.” His blond counterpart shrugged.

“Indeed-- and our partial relative has their tree ship in orbit.” Washu added.

“His name is Tora.” Ranma introduced the out of sight ship.

“We’ll have to go up and say hello sometime, eh Rin?” The catty boy told the cabbit who made a happy miyah in response.

“So-- what are your names?” He asked while sitting down next to his blond counterpart.

“Hakubi Ranma.” The cat eared counterpart answered.

“Adoption?” Ranma inquired.

“Unfortunately no.” The cat eared boy sighed, earning a slap on the back of his head from Washu.

“I’ll remember that young man.” Washu chastised and made her way towards the lab door. “I need to go take care of the rest, stay out of trouble.”

“At least it’s not Seto.” He patted the other Ranma on the shoulder.

“That’s true.” The blond nodded.

“So how about you?” He asked the strange blue version of himself.

“Just Ranma.” He answered and Ranma noticed that the cloak that he was wearing was actually a set of wings. Taking in the now visible changes like the feet, four fingered hands, and the large reptilian tail curled around the side of his legs to dangle off the couch, Ranma wondered what kind of reality this version came from.

“Saotome Ranma.” The female said in a strained tone of voice. There was definitely something different about the girl. The red eyes being the most obvious when he noticed them flicker between him and Hakubi Ranma.

“Is something wrong?” He asked. Clearly she was being stoic about something that was upsetting her but he had no information to figure out what.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll always be fine.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

Deciding that digging for information would be bad at this time considering the shock of this whole dimensional travel thing, and the sneaking suspicion he was getting that maybe she hadn’t always been a girl. “Well I’m going to turn in. Which is what I was about to do before I came here.” He rose from his seat. “I don’t want to impose so I’ll sleep on Tora.”

“Breakfast is at nine.” Hakubi Ranma told him. “Although with all the extras it may be a little later than usual.”

“I’ll set my alarm clock.” Raising his right hand, he gave a small wave before asking Tora to teleport him up to the ship.

[frice2000]

How the bonding process actually worked with tree ships was still a mystery to her so to a relatively simple AI like the dimensional tuner it had simply concluded that they were the same being.

Sentence hurts a bit. Think you should rework it. If you don't want to removing the 'it' after 'dimensional tuner' makes it better.

Normally she would like the new dimensional travelers to wake up on their own, but having a powerful tree ship in orbit that has been suddenly thrust into a strange universe.

Pretty sure that's a sentence fragment.

Once past the inspection of the room, he rapidly noticed that there was another him lying next to him unconscious.

No physical reaction to seeing his clone? Maybe accusing Washu of some strange science experiment or something?

Mihoshi kidnapped me into space.”

Think you should eliminate the 'into space' or rework the end of that line.

“Yes, any light will keep me up.” She explained.

But but she slept as a bat behind a shelf of books in your Twilight crackfic of awesomeness. Now you're going to tell me 'THATS NOT IN CONTINUITY YET/EVER LEAVE ME ALONE!' Sorry >.>

“If you want, do you not want a blanket or pillow too?”

Making that two sentences would serve that better. Sounds strange.

“No, I would like both.” She answered with the same even tone.

Really, really would like to see HER perspective of this situation soon. That just might be because she's my favorite one of your 'Ranma's' there but still. Hope that comes soon! ...Though you are doing a good job getting across what she is likely feeling.

but he had no information to figure out what.

but he had no idea what. Sounds a little better. That's a lot of excessive words.

Pretty nice work. I do think its a little early for some of your stories Ranma's to be popping in with this type of story. Specifically, I'd love to see stories actually finished first but this is fun. I would love some other fanfic authors to do something similar would be cute. Thanks for sharing!

[LawOhki]

But but she slept as a bat behind a shelf of books in your Twilight crackfic of awesomeness. Now you're going to tell me 'THATS NOT IN CONTINUITY YET/EVER LEAVE ME ALONE!' Sorry >.>

No that's not in continuity, this REN-Ranma is much closer to the story one. I did think of throwing in the other side story Ranma but one vampire is enough. Although there is something I might do to make that happen.

Really, really would like to see HER perspective of this situation soon. That just might be because she's my favorite one of your 'Ranma's' there but still. Hope that comes soon! ...Though you are doing a good job getting across what she is likely feeling.

She'll be coming up in a bit along with a rather haggard Snowfall Ranma.

[frice2000]

I did think of throwing in the other side story Ranma

Ooh please do. Or get back to Part 2 of that ones story. She and her 'sister' were very interesting indeed!

[LawOhki]

Between Day and Night Ranma

“Hmm, are you sure it’s smart to leave her alone?” He asked his blond counterpart as they ascended a very long set of steps up the hillside. His feet crunched down through the crisp snow even as more slowly fell. Dawn was approaching and as it did his body seemed to become more and more in line with the rhythm of this Earth.

“I think she needs some time alone, she seemed more upset about me than anything else.” The cat eared boy answered, pulling his jacket a little tighter around his body. “What I wouldn’t give for my fur coat right now.” He whined.

“There’s something off about her.” He continued. “She doesn’t smell right.” Not that she smelled wrong, but there was something about her, something that wasn’t human. Not that he had much room to talk there and this other Ranma with the blond hair smelled so much like a cat that he almost wanted to freak out.

“If she tries anything, Rin will tell me.”

“Your rabbit--.” He had never seen anything like the little creature. “How would it do that?”

“She and I are partners, we can share thoughts.”

“Is that normal around here?”

“No, not really.” The other Ranma smirked. “Just me and my sister.”

“You have a sister?” He asked, curious over what that and the whole partner thing was like. The gargoyles on Avalon seemed so close to each other while he had never had that type of relationship. Sure what he had with Angela was probably similar but to have family had to be different.

“Her name is Ryoko, you’ll be able to tell who she is since she has long cyan hair.”

“Did you grow up here? It’s--.” He trailed off, turning his head to look down through the trees at the valley below. With the moon and stars hidden by the clouds it was hard to make out everything but he liked what he saw. A large lake surrounded on all sides by hills covered in trees. Even though he still felt off from the shift of coming to this place, there was a good feel to it. Something about it just felt good.

“No.” The blond looked thoughtfully up the hill. “How about you, where do you live?”

“Manhattan-- in the states. I wonder if anyone I know exists here.” It’d hurt but he wanted to see Angela, almost to the point of a need. ‘Stupid gargoyle biology.’

“We could take a trip there if you want.”

“I’d rather not be here that long.”

“It wouldn’t take long at all. Half hour tops to get there.”

“How is that possible?”

“My mom has a machine that sucked you here from another dimension, that’s sort of the tip of the iceberg for crazy technology.”

“Would you?” He asked hopefully.

“Honestly I wouldn’t mind a trip myself. Usually if I’m in America I’m in Atlanta.”

“Why Atlanta?”

“Atlanta is complicated.” The blond grumbled.

“Girl troubles?” He smirked.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like you before so you shouldn’t get your hopes up.” Ranma dodged the issue but brought up a valid one.

“I didn’t know about gargoyles until I got turned into one.” He pointed out.

“Fair enough.” The blond gave him a quick glance. “You sure you don’t want something to keep warm?”

“It won’t matter once the sun rises.” He decided that this version of himself was trustworthy. So far he had been nothing but upfront about what had happened and was trying to help. “The reason I need someplace private is that I’ll turn to stone during the day.”

“Really? That seems-- inconvenient.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” That day where Puck gave him a free request was one of the best and worst days of his life. Bringing up a hand to play with the ring around his neck, he wouldn’t change his decision. What he had lost was not even close to what he had gained. For one, he never would have pursued a relationship with Angela otherwise.

“Have you always-- been like this?” Ranma asked him. “I’m sorry if it’s not something you want to talk about but I have some experiencing in-- changes.”

“No, I haven’t always been like this. I was human until I went to this place called Jusenkyo and I was cursed to turn into a gargoyle with cold water.”

“Jusenkyo will do that.” The blond nodded, speaking as though he had a lot of experience with the place.

“Can I finish?” He asked, not really irritated but he didn’t want to get off track. “I ended up having some magic done to me that made me change in the morning and at night instead of water. That worked for a while and then I was tricked into becoming a gargoyle full time.” He stopped when a gust of wind blew across the valley and nearly bowled both of them over. Shivering a bit, he caped his wings around his shoulders to provide some protection from the elements. “But I think it was for the best, even if I did end up helping the bastard who set me up in the end.”

“Happy endings are always good.” The human Ranma hastened his pace.

“So how about you? How have you been changed? Or did you just mean your ears?”

“No-- I was bitten by a werecreature.”

“Like a werewolf?”

“Sort of-- she was a werecheetah.”

“So what does that mean?” There was that time he had to face off against Xanatos’ future wife Fox who had been turned into some kind of werefox. Since the other Ranma had said cheetah that meant he was part cat.

“I can get really tall and furry basically.” With a smooth transition, the blond Ranma shot up in height until he was nearly a head taller. His face grew white fur with two dark slashes running vertically through the center of his eyes, and his hair developed surprisingly uniform black spots. Other than the jacket that was stretched tight, his clothing changed to fit his new body.

Surprised at the quick change, he took a half step away from the now taller Ranma. “That explains the fur coat comment.”

“Yea, it’s a pain in the summer but in winter it’s really nice.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Feeling nervous over the feline appearance, he was happy when they reached the top of the steps, and came upon a shrine complex. The werecheetah Ranma showed him to one of the buildings which had a room big enough to sleep several people. It was definitely drafty and he would have been incredibly uncomfortable as a human to try and spend the day in here.

“Here you go, the only one who might bother you up here is Jiichan but I can’t see him doing anything to you if you’re a statue other than going ‘hmm-- interesting’.”

“Alright, thank you. I’ll wake up when the sun goes down.”

“See you then.” Backing out of the door, the werecheetah slid the door shut with a heavy clack.

Roaming his eyes around the room, he wished there was something to do. The sun wouldn’t rise for another half hour or so. Having nowhere to go and nothing to do, he settled down with his back against a wall that was no exposed to the outside, and held the ring around his neck up to see. ‘So much for a perfect night.’

[frice2000]

much room to talk there and this other Ranma with

This needs to be broken up into two sentences or reworked.

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You've replaced ellipses with those. And while I suppose that's ok you're overusing them just the same. It isn't too distracting but it is a little overused.

that was no exposed to the outside,

was not exposed to

[LawOhki]

A short section

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No Need for Nerima Ranma

Appearing inside the doorway to his home, Ranma floated in the air briefly before shifting back into his human form, and landing. Pulling off his shoes, he cursed himself for being so stupid to run around in the snow with open toed slippers on. Removing his jacket, he dropped it off on a hook, and headed into the living room to see about the other house guest.

In the living room he found the strange sight of the red haired girl caught up in a staring contest with Rin-Ohki. Pausing, he cocked his head to one side watching, and trying to figure out what was going on. Rin was merely curious about the newcomer but why the other Ranma was staring so intently was beyond him.

“So, why is it that you sleep during the day?” He asked, hopping over the back of a couch, and allowing himself to fall into a sitting position.

“I just do. I don’t like the sun.” She answered, breaking eye contact with the cabbit. The girl was evading answering the question but he wasn’t going to push considering how distraught she seemed.

“I’m sorry the only dark place we have is going to be a closet, if you didn’t have problems with subspace areas you could have your own special room.”

“I normally sleep in a confined space, it won’t bother me.” She leaned back in her seat. “Your rabbit is very smart.”

“She is.” He smiled along with Rin-Ohki at the compliment as the cabbit hopped up on to the couch next to the girl and sniffed at her. Rin-Ohki wanted to have a new friend but something about the girl was making her uneasy. “You can pet her if you want.”

“Animals don’t really like me.”

“I can guarantee that she won’t bite.” He couldn’t imagine the cabbit hurting anyone.

Tentatively the red head raised a hand to hover over Rin-Ohki’s head. The cabbit was immediately at war with herself just to stay in her spot on the couch. As if she realized what Rin-Ohki was feeling, the girl quickly pulled her hand away. Ranma raised an eyebrow, curious over why a cabbit, the personification of friendly, was being forced by something to want to run away from someone. Ranma was shocked when he heard through Rin-Ohki that the girl was communicating with her telepathically. The red head was trying telling the cabbit that she wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

Holding his tongue on how she was able to do that, he considered the bright red hair that she had, and wondered if she was also Washu’s child. Perhaps there was some kind of tragic story in her past. “Hey Rin, I think it’s time that we got some sleep.” The cabbit quickly hopped her way over to sit up on his shoulder as he rose to his feet. “Come on, I’ll grab some stuff for you to sleep with. Unless you want to sleep in your street clothes.”

“Thank you.” She stood up as well.

“It’s no problem, I remember when I got stuck in a couple different realities, and I know how it feels.”

“Still, it’s not like I can repay you.”

“Who said you had to?”

[frice2000]

“Animals don’t really like me.”

Expressions and emotions here please. You make it sound like she really wants to pet the cabbit like it matters to her. Like she is not happy about being what she is throughout this and I get that. But what she wants and what she looks like here would be oh so very nice. And the cabbits rejection later and her reaction there as well would be nice. Or I suppose you'll get into that later in her own section. Other then that looks nice.