Take nothing serious here. It's just a setup for jokes or scenes I thought would be humorous.
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“Speech”
‘Thought’
#Panda Sign#
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“Ooh, he’s cute.” Nabiki exclaimed, standing at the front door with his older sister Kasumi, and her father Soun.
Just outside the door, a raven haired teenage boy with cool blue eyes was standing underneath an overly large umbrella to protect him completely from the pounding rain. Since he was wearing nice black silk clothing she could understand the need for rain protection. Strapped to his back was a tall traveling pack that was worn enough to imply a great deal of travel. And standing like a human next to him with a similar backpack slung over one shoulder, was a giant panda.
“But what’s up with the panda?” She asked almost as an afterthought to the visually prime boyfriend material. Though there was something off about him, like he shouldn’t really exist.
“Father, that’s a panda.” Kasumi added to herself just to confirm the reality of this situation.
“Growf!” Said panda barked at her and held up a wooden sign. #Tendo! It’s great to see you!#
“Saotome!” Her father joyfully greeted. “I’d know you anywhere! Is this your son, Ranma?”
“I am.” The young man answered like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“Come in, come in!” Soun yanked Ranma inside so hard that he let the umbrella go.
Nabiki gave the panda one last glance before following her father into the home, using the time to check out Ranma’s backside. ‘Certainly works out.’ She noted appreciately.
“So this is him?” Akane asked dismissively, standing in the way of her father with her hands planted firmly on her hips in defiance.
“Akane, don’t be annoying.” She rolled her eyes at her little sisters confrontational attitude before introducing herself to Ranma. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Nabiki. Please ignore my weird sister.”
“I’m not weird!” Akane protested vehemently.
“Please don’t fight, girls.” Soun half pleaded and half ordered, shooing Akane back towards the living room.
“My old man needs, some hot water, do you have any handy?” Ranma asked as he was pulled past the kitchen.
“I’ll get him some.” Kasumi hastily volunteered just to do something normal.
“Are you excited, son?” Soun asked Ranma and practically shoved him into a kneeling position next to their table.
“I’m not exactly sure what you think I should be excited about.” He admitted and slipped off his traveling pack. “It’s easy when Pop is a panda for him not to say much.”
“I forgot that I had put a kettle on earlier.” Kasumi laughed lightly to herself as she brought in the item.
#Thanks# The panda held up another sign and delicately poured the steaming liquid over his head. Nabiki raised an eyebrow in curiosity as the water slowly soaked down through the white and black fur. Within five seconds there was a sudden and smooth change that overcame the panda into a middle aged man wearing a dingy white gi and bandana.
“You’re always getting into something, eh Saotome?” Her father laughed jovially and patted the former panda on the back.
“It’s become a tradition!” The man laughed loudly and joined in patting her father on the back as they hugged each other.
“He was a panda.” Kasumi remarked absently as she took back the kettle and then stared at it with a frown developing.
Ranma ignored the strange occurrence and grabbed his father by the front of his magically appearing gi to drag him away from her father. “Yes yes, terribly tragic story about a cursed training ground. But what’s going on, old man?”
“Some fiance he’s supposed to be. Knows even less about it than us.” Akane snickered.
“That’s all?” Ranma blinked several times and shrugged in response before letting his father go. “Well you sort that out. I need to go make sure my umbrella doesn’t blow away.”
Nabiki shared similar dubious looks with her sisters, watching the boy casually stroll back towards the front door.
“It’s true, Tendo. Our last destination turned out to be a cursed training ground and now we’re slaves to the temperature of water!”
“So it wasn’t the kettle that changed you.” Kasumi concluded but still reached out to experimentally pour some of the still warm water on her youngest sister’s head.
“Ah! Kasumi!” Akane screeched in alarm.
“So what does Ranma turn into?” Nabiki asked, having picked up the inclusion of her possible fiance in the brief explanation. And having noticed that he had made a big deal about keeping himself out of the rain opposed to Genma who had happily walked around as an endangered species.
“Old man, you didn’t pawn my heated blanket, did you? It’s cold.” A new voice with a distinctively female lilt asked along with a barely noticeable rasping of something across the wood floor.
Appearing around the corner was a girl with similar features to Ranma, wearing the same shirt, and with hair that was a bright red with strands of gold mixed in. What really caught Nabiki’s eyes was the complete lack of pants, and the fact that this girl’s lower body was a scale covered tail that extended down back around the corner. The majority of her serpentine body was covered in vibrant hues of red forming a mix of stripes and oblong shapes while the bottom was a dull lighter shade. She held herself up high enough to negate the lack of legs and as she moved forward her hips undulated with excess movement that carried all the way down her tail.
All conversation stopped as Nabiki along with her family stared in shock at the mythological creature slithering her nearly five meter long body into their living room to start digging into Ranma’s travel pack.
“Boy.” Genma coughed into his hand.
“Huh?” The redhead looked up long enough to realize that she was the clear center of the attention. “Did you decide that quick? Stupid umbrella was up against your wall so I had to get wet to get it.”
“This is my son’s cursed form. Hot water also turns him back.” Genma explained helpfully.
Ranma rolled her eyes as she pulled out a big blanket from the pack. “Now where’s an outlet?” She asked and slid over to the wall next to the television.
“Well-- I-- guess you’re curse isn’t so bad.” Soun hesitantly proclaimed.
“What curse?” Ranma turned to Soun, her upper body being held at what would be normally an awkward angle. “Being a little ectothermic isn’t a curse. Even though it feels like it sometimes.” She lamented and finally found a spot to plug the electric blanket into. Moving with surprising speed and coordination, the naga curled herself up into a tight ball beneath the blanket with a happy exclamation.
Nabiki’s eyes slowly traced over the now hidden form before locking onto her father. “Daddy-- these are your friends?”
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Literally just a setup for random jokes. (Yes I'm putting a slight mental component to the curse, sort of like Rouge.) They could get a Jusenkyo Monster-Girl email list started.
This came out of a... I believe running joke between DCG and Bel on the IRC chat about a naga Ranma idea. Then this was randomly come across and my muse wouldn't let it go.