"H-Hello?! Artoria? Iss' me, Ranko!" She beamed, stomping her foot on the wooden floor in excitement.

She lifted the receiver to her ear and waited, twirling the cord around her finger.

The line rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Just as she was about to give up, the ringing ceased, and a connection clicked open. She gasped.

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Making that decision, she stood up from the kotatsu and walked to the landline phone.

The satisfying whirr clicks of the spinning rotary dial filled the empty Tendo Dojo as she carefully input Artoria's number.

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Her eyes stuck on Artoria's number. The knightwoman had done many good things for Ranma.

Teaching her how to cook, touring her through the castle, and so much more.

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But now, she was alone at the dojo, waiting for her dear boyfriend to arrive.

Flipping through the phonebook, she was searching for friends and foes to call to while away her free time.

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But at her core, she was a gentle, caring woman with a great fondness for clubbing and drinking.

She would be the perfect guide to help Corypantha settle into the nightlife before taking off the leash and letting her go ham in the nightclubs to find a special someone.

Ranma was talking about Roppongi Akemi, a businesswoman who had the entirety of Shinjuku and Kabukicho under her control.

"Businesswoman" was an understatement, she was a Yakuza member, diplomat, agent, messenger, and she did assassination work just for the hell of it.

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"...maybe ya could find someone there~" She giggled, already picturing Corypantha getting it on with a target.

Sharing a drink with two straws, of course.

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afti.

@desert-pearl.bsky.social bwa

Ranma blinked, the far away gaze in her eyes clearing as she returned to the present, and the small reindeer waiting patiently across her.

"Sure. I can train ya'! What would ya like to learn?" She chirped, planting her elbows on the table, and resting her chin in her hands, her whole face alight.

Soon, her friends will return from their mission with a magical artifact.

Strange will use it, and her transition will be finalized.

It was so close, she could almost feel it.

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@mysticalphysician.bsky.social They weren't the constant torment they once where.

Thanks to Stephen Strange, she had a temporary solution: pills that locked her in her true form for six blissful hours at a time.

No accidental splashes, no dreaded shift back.

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And finally, the curses.

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