Textbook in hand, Ranma met with Dana before the first class of the day, Terry arrived at nearly the same time. He was dressed in black pants and a green shirt, Dana had on a blue dress to mid thigh, and Terry had on dark pants with a black shirt.
"Did you get that mail last night Ter?" Dana asked her boyfriend.
"Yea, Chels said she was going in for splicing." Terry answered.
"You guys too?" Max asked joining them.
There was a moderately sized group of guys and a couple girls were also waiting. Ranma wouldn't have bothered if this Chelsea Cunningham girl hadn't singled him out in an email. He had already become sort of an oddball at the school. Chelsea had focused on him because he wasn't charmed by whatever it was that made her so interesting to the rest of the males at the school. The group parted as the short haired blonde Chelsea wearing sunglasses strutted through to stand on top of a bench.
"Check it out." Slowly Chelsea pulled off the sunglasses instantly causing the group to start making literal cat calls. Dropping her glasses negligently, Chelsea spun around, and hopped off the bench to approach them. Her eyes had been altered into bright green cat eyes. Ranma shivered a bit, Chelsea seeming to take this as some kind of positive reaction. "Like what you see?"
"I can't believe it Chelsea, you really did get spliced!" Dana exclaimed.
"Your dad must have threw a fit!" Max added.
"Isn't messing with your DNA a bit much, even for you?" Terry asked.
"Of course not." Chelsea protested.
"Then why is the city trying to shut it down?" Terry pushed.
"Lighten up Ter." Dana tapped Terry on the chest with a hand. "Adults are against practically everything we're into. You have to keep an open mind."
"Here's all the info." Chelsea pulled out a bunch of business cards from the front pocket of her skirt, and handed them out to all four of them. "If you want I'd go with you." She said specifically to him, fluttering her eyes.
"Nah." He gulped, unnerved by the pair of cat eyes staring at him.
"You sure?" Chelsea took a small step forward. "We could make a date of it."
"No." He said more forcefully.
"How disappointing." The girl huffed and headed off to disperse more of the small business cards.
"Better be careful Ranma, Chels can play pretty rough when she doesn't get what she wants." Dana warned playfully.
"I think I can handle some pushy girl." He answered, flipping the business card into a nearby trash bin, but adding to himself that he wished she would never look at him with those cat eyes again.
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Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:26 am
Returning to the Tan's home with Dana, Ranma sat down at the couch in the living room to do the reading he had been assigned. There was also a lesson in his math class he would need to do. The reading was the first six chapters of a book that he would have to do a report on for next Wednesday. He was just finishing up with the first when there was a knock on the door.
“I'll get it.” He volunteered, bored with the book. Terry was the one who had knocked.
“Can I talk to you for just a second?” Terry asked. “In private.”
“Sure.” Stepping out, he closed the door behind him. “What's up?”
“I got a friend who I do some-- investigations for. Helping out the police kind of thing, but off the books. I need some help with this one.”
“What kind of help?” He asked, hoping that it'd be something interesting.
“I need to go down to the Chimera Institute and check them out, as soon as possible.”
“So why do you need me?”
“I have to be free to observe what's going on, I can't really do that if they're talking to me. Basically I need you to pose as my girlfriend while I scope out the place.”
“No, take Dana if you want that.”
“That was my first thought, but she can't take care of herself like you can.”
“You're expecting trouble?”
“No, but if I have to take off quick, it'd be nice not having to worry about her.”
“What's in it for me? You want me to pose as your girlfriend to do some investigation, you going to pay me?”
“I don't really have any money to pay you.” Terry answered. “It's more of a favor for a friend kind of thing.”
“Pass then, sounds kind of boring, and if Dana ever got wind of it.” He left the thought unfinished. “I take it you can't really tell anybody what you're doing right?”
“Since you don't want to help, if I ask Dana, are you going to tell her the reason? It'd be safer if she really had no idea what was going on.”
“I won't tell her.” He answered.
“Thanks a lot.” Terry didn't sound that thankful, but went inside to ask Dana to be his unwitting accomplice.
“Hmm.” Scratching his chin, he followed the other teen inside, but instead of listening to Terry ask Dana, he headed for the bathroom.
X x x x x x
'One more thing that Bruce will add to the file.' Terry hurried Dana out the door, the Chimera Institute would be really close to closing by the time they could get across town to their building. Now he knew that Ranma was more mercenary than himself, and he wouldn't be expecting help from the guy. While he knew he had to keep the secret of Batman, having someone with Ranma's abilities as backup would have been nice. Bruce had Robin and Nightwing, why couldn't he have help sometimes?
“I know the place is going to close but what's the rush Terry?” Dana asked as he put an arm around her shoulder.
“Just don't want to go all the way there for nothing.” He answered, stopping when he noticed a figure standing in their way with her hands on her hips.
“Ranma what's up?” Dana asked.
“He asked me to go with him to the Chimera Institute.” Ranma crossed her arms. “Then he takes off.”
“But.” He started to protest.
“Terry why didn't you say you invited Ranma?” Dana looked up at him.
“Um--.”He floundered for a response, realizing that this was not a good situation for him to be in.
“You're such an idiot sometimes Ter.” Dana broke away from him to start talking with Ranma. “So how are you liking the book so far?”
“Really boring, just some girl talking about her family, and some crazy guy who lives nearby.” Ranma and Dana fell in step towards the train station without another word about him, and Terry wisely chose not to say anything. Instead he focused on reasoning out why Ranma had changed her mind. Was she playing some kind of mind game? Terry didn't know Ranma enough to make a call on that, but it seemed possible that Ranma simply liked playing games.
Unlike the train ride that prompted his investigation into the Chimera Institute, where he had to knock around a pair of spliced up thugs, this ride was uneventful. Other than some suspicious looks in his direction from Dana, who still hadn't figured out a possible reason for him asking Ranma out as a girl. Terry had come up with the excuse that he had simply wanted to include Ranma. The fact that Ranma had changed to female form was harder to explain away. He would just have to say that Ranma had come up with that idea on her own.
Moving down one level and switching to another train, they finally arrived at the Chimera Institute. The five story building sat at the corner of Fritz and June street, and was painted a dark blue green color. Chimera was printed in big black letters across the front of the building, the company logo, a silhouette of three nested lion heads in black and white, sat just beneath the name. The main entrance was a line of glass doors up a one story flight of steps recessed back into the building underneath the logo.
A small crowd of eight protesters camped out in folding chairs on the sidewalk. As soon as the group saw them approaching they were immediately on their feet trying to block their path. They were primarily white, well dressed, and only one of them was near their age, the rest were old enough to be their parents. “Keep God's power in God's hand!” “Kids not freaks!” “Keep your humanity!” They all started shouting and shoving signs in their faces in one big confusing jumble.
“I'll get it.” He volunteered, bored with the book. Terry was the one who had knocked.
“Can I talk to you for just a second?” Terry asked. “In private.”
“Sure.” Stepping out, he closed the door behind him. “What's up?”
“I got a friend who I do some-- investigations for. Helping out the police kind of thing, but off the books. I need some help with this one.”
“What kind of help?” He asked, hoping that it'd be something interesting.
“I need to go down to the Chimera Institute and check them out, as soon as possible.”
“So why do you need me?”
“I have to be free to observe what's going on, I can't really do that if they're talking to me. Basically I need you to pose as my girlfriend while I scope out the place.”
“No, take Dana if you want that.”
“That was my first thought, but she can't take care of herself like you can.”
“You're expecting trouble?”
“No, but if I have to take off quick, it'd be nice not having to worry about her.”
“What's in it for me? You want me to pose as your girlfriend to do some investigation, you going to pay me?”
“I don't really have any money to pay you.” Terry answered. “It's more of a favor for a friend kind of thing.”
“Pass then, sounds kind of boring, and if Dana ever got wind of it.” He left the thought unfinished. “I take it you can't really tell anybody what you're doing right?”
“Since you don't want to help, if I ask Dana, are you going to tell her the reason? It'd be safer if she really had no idea what was going on.”
“I won't tell her.” He answered.
“Thanks a lot.” Terry didn't sound that thankful, but went inside to ask Dana to be his unwitting accomplice.
“Hmm.” Scratching his chin, he followed the other teen inside, but instead of listening to Terry ask Dana, he headed for the bathroom.
X x x x x x
'One more thing that Bruce will add to the file.' Terry hurried Dana out the door, the Chimera Institute would be really close to closing by the time they could get across town to their building. Now he knew that Ranma was more mercenary than himself, and he wouldn't be expecting help from the guy. While he knew he had to keep the secret of Batman, having someone with Ranma's abilities as backup would have been nice. Bruce had Robin and Nightwing, why couldn't he have help sometimes?
“I know the place is going to close but what's the rush Terry?” Dana asked as he put an arm around her shoulder.
“Just don't want to go all the way there for nothing.” He answered, stopping when he noticed a figure standing in their way with her hands on her hips.
“Ranma what's up?” Dana asked.
“He asked me to go with him to the Chimera Institute.” Ranma crossed her arms. “Then he takes off.”
“But.” He started to protest.
“Terry why didn't you say you invited Ranma?” Dana looked up at him.
“Um--.”He floundered for a response, realizing that this was not a good situation for him to be in.
“You're such an idiot sometimes Ter.” Dana broke away from him to start talking with Ranma. “So how are you liking the book so far?”
“Really boring, just some girl talking about her family, and some crazy guy who lives nearby.” Ranma and Dana fell in step towards the train station without another word about him, and Terry wisely chose not to say anything. Instead he focused on reasoning out why Ranma had changed her mind. Was she playing some kind of mind game? Terry didn't know Ranma enough to make a call on that, but it seemed possible that Ranma simply liked playing games.
Unlike the train ride that prompted his investigation into the Chimera Institute, where he had to knock around a pair of spliced up thugs, this ride was uneventful. Other than some suspicious looks in his direction from Dana, who still hadn't figured out a possible reason for him asking Ranma out as a girl. Terry had come up with the excuse that he had simply wanted to include Ranma. The fact that Ranma had changed to female form was harder to explain away. He would just have to say that Ranma had come up with that idea on her own.
Moving down one level and switching to another train, they finally arrived at the Chimera Institute. The five story building sat at the corner of Fritz and June street, and was painted a dark blue green color. Chimera was printed in big black letters across the front of the building, the company logo, a silhouette of three nested lion heads in black and white, sat just beneath the name. The main entrance was a line of glass doors up a one story flight of steps recessed back into the building underneath the logo.
A small crowd of eight protesters camped out in folding chairs on the sidewalk. As soon as the group saw them approaching they were immediately on their feet trying to block their path. They were primarily white, well dressed, and only one of them was near their age, the rest were old enough to be their parents. “Keep God's power in God's hand!” “Kids not freaks!” “Keep your humanity!” They all started shouting and shoving signs in their faces in one big confusing jumble.
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LawOhki
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:51 am
A small crowd of eight protesters camped out in folding chairs on the sidewalk. As soon as the group saw them approaching they were immediately on their feet trying to block their path. They were primarily white, well dressed, and only one of them was near their age, the rest were old enough to be their parents. “Keep God's power in God's hand!” “Kids not freaks!” “Keep your humanity!” They all started shouting and shoving signs in their faces in one big confusing jumble.
X x x x x x
“This city loves it's crazy people.” Ranma commented while sticking out her tongue at the angry group after hopping up to the top of the steps outside of the building. She had dealt with people like that before back in Nerima when her curse had come out. They were few and far between, but they were often very vocal.
“Must be something in the water.” Terry added, passing through the automatic glass door with Dana. Pulling her eyelid down and sticking her tongue out one more time, Ranma followed the duo inside. The floor inside was some kind of reflective green stone, with plants placed around the room. The ceiling was two stories up, if something wasn't a shade of green it was a dark red orange. To the left was a half circle reception desk, on the right was a large doorway into a room with several tall screens switching slowly through displays of various spliced people.
“Hello, welcome to the Chimera Institute.” A dark skinned woman in her early twenties greeted all three of them. She was wearing a pair of tight black pants with high heeled shoes built into the bottom, and a bright orange tube top. Around her neck were several large gold chains, and dangling from her ears were large golden hoops. It was immediately noticeable that she had been spliced with some type of feline, from the shape of her nose, her slit eyes, and pitch black semi circles that around down her arms and her shoulders.
Hiding her nervousness when the woman's eyes quickly inspected her, Ranma could get past the feline features easily enough. Whatever type of cat the woman had been spliced with, had only a passing resemblance to the domestic variety. It was just creepy to see a human who was at the same time not.
“Are you interested in information on splicing?” The woman asked.
“Yup.” Dana answered.
“This way please.” Being led into the room to the right, they were directed to take a set on several chairs around a center console. Reaching up to the ceiling was a cylinder made up of display screens. “This is our showroom, we can simulate any possible splice, all that is required is a photograph to get started. So who would like to go first?”
“Ranma?” Terry suggested.
“Nah.” She had enough of her body shifting that she didn't need to see it become part animal. Too bad she didn't have a picture of her father to have them splice him into a panda so she could send it to him.
“I guess I will.” Dana volunteered.
“Alright, just smile at the camera at the bottom of the screen.” Reaching forward, the woman pushed several keys on a keyboard, while Dana posed for the picture. There was a brief grid of red lines that appeared over Dana's upper body before her image was displayed on the screen in front of them. “Did you have anything in mind?”
“Not really.” Dana answered.
“Something simple?” Pressing several buttons, the cat spliced woman made the image quickly shift, making Dana appear to have long pointed ears.
“What's that supposed to be?”
“For the fantasy crowd, it's only a minor difference, with a small combination of horse to produce the ear shape mimicking an elf.”
“I'm not really into that stuff.” Dana said after several seconds of deliberation.
The cat woman hit several more keys and the image of Dana morphed to have an almost completely cat face. Seeing that Dana wasn't interested in that, the image was changed again to have Dana with dark skin, two small horns sweeping back from either side of her forehead, black eyes with her pupils changed to a orange color.
“How many different things do you have?” Ranma asked as the screen morphed to show Dana with a normal face save two black slashes running down from the center of each eye.
“Currently we have over one hundred preset designs.” A tall man with pale skin informed them as he walked casually through the doorway. He was wearing a completely black suit, with a skinny build except for his broad shoulders. He was spliced with some unknown creature, his eyes were a golden color, and his fingers had barely noticeable claws.“Of course we can custom design nearly any result.” The woman who had been helping them bowed her head and left them with the man.
“I'm Dr. Able Cuvier, the creator of splicing.” He introduced himself smoothly, reaching forward to quickly type in something. Dana's image morphed to look like a cross of human and rabbit. “You're wise to come in now, if my critics like the ones camped out in front of my door had their way splicing will go the way of the dinosaurs. Not that I don't plan to fight them tooth and nail.”
“Why is that?” Terry asked.
“Progress always faces opposition. Splicing allows even the most physically unfit to be superior than an Olympic athlete. It's open to everyone, everyone has the possibility, everyone can be something special, equality is a hard thing for many people to understand.” Cuvier glanced over at her. “Of course some things simply can't be created. I do hope you're interested in splicing.”
“Why's that?” Ranma asked.
“Because I would like to ask you to become one of the faces that represent my company.”
“Eh?”
“To be honest, to counter the recent slander campaign against splicing. My detractors love to focus on the more extreme and societal fringe results of splicing. So I wanted to show the more normal side.”
“That's fine, but why me?”
“You're pretty but in an approachable way, casual even. It's not often that I see a young woman without make up, and those clothes.” Cuvier chuckled to himself.
“What's wrong with my clothes?” Ranma looked down at herself, sure they didn't really fit, even on her real form they were baggier than the current style tended towards.
“Yo! We need to see the Doctor, right now!” A rough male voice demanded as a large black teenager muscled his way through the entrance. Dressed in skintight red pants and tank top with a black vest and gloves, he also had two forward curving horns sprouting from his temples, and beard coming down from center of his chin. With him was a tall skinny teen with snake like skin, wearing a green tank top and black pants.
Cuvier reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card that he handed to her. “If you're interested in modeling for me, the shoot will be this Saturday, and I'll be willing to pay you thirty credits an hour. Give me a call when you've thought it over. If you'll excuse me.”
“I'll think about it.” Ranma answered as Cuvier quickly left without another word to take the two teens into a back room.
“Wow Ranma, looks like your-- you know, has paid off.” Dana congratulated her, but she noticed Terry silently vanish out the door while Dana was distracted.
“I don't know, I wasn't really looking to get spliced.” Scratching at her cheek, the striped woman returned to take Cuvier's place.
“Hey Ter, do you think-- where'd he go?” Dana had turned to look for her boyfriend but found him gone.
“I dunno.” She answered with a shrug, pocketing the business card. “What's it feel like to be spliced?” Ranma asked the cat woman.
“I'm afraid I can't answer that, it's something you have to experience for yourself.” The woman answered. “Would you like to see some of the options?”
“Nah, I'll have to think about it.”
X x x x x x
“This city loves it's crazy people.” Ranma commented while sticking out her tongue at the angry group after hopping up to the top of the steps outside of the building. She had dealt with people like that before back in Nerima when her curse had come out. They were few and far between, but they were often very vocal.
“Must be something in the water.” Terry added, passing through the automatic glass door with Dana. Pulling her eyelid down and sticking her tongue out one more time, Ranma followed the duo inside. The floor inside was some kind of reflective green stone, with plants placed around the room. The ceiling was two stories up, if something wasn't a shade of green it was a dark red orange. To the left was a half circle reception desk, on the right was a large doorway into a room with several tall screens switching slowly through displays of various spliced people.
“Hello, welcome to the Chimera Institute.” A dark skinned woman in her early twenties greeted all three of them. She was wearing a pair of tight black pants with high heeled shoes built into the bottom, and a bright orange tube top. Around her neck were several large gold chains, and dangling from her ears were large golden hoops. It was immediately noticeable that she had been spliced with some type of feline, from the shape of her nose, her slit eyes, and pitch black semi circles that around down her arms and her shoulders.
Hiding her nervousness when the woman's eyes quickly inspected her, Ranma could get past the feline features easily enough. Whatever type of cat the woman had been spliced with, had only a passing resemblance to the domestic variety. It was just creepy to see a human who was at the same time not.
“Are you interested in information on splicing?” The woman asked.
“Yup.” Dana answered.
“This way please.” Being led into the room to the right, they were directed to take a set on several chairs around a center console. Reaching up to the ceiling was a cylinder made up of display screens. “This is our showroom, we can simulate any possible splice, all that is required is a photograph to get started. So who would like to go first?”
“Ranma?” Terry suggested.
“Nah.” She had enough of her body shifting that she didn't need to see it become part animal. Too bad she didn't have a picture of her father to have them splice him into a panda so she could send it to him.
“I guess I will.” Dana volunteered.
“Alright, just smile at the camera at the bottom of the screen.” Reaching forward, the woman pushed several keys on a keyboard, while Dana posed for the picture. There was a brief grid of red lines that appeared over Dana's upper body before her image was displayed on the screen in front of them. “Did you have anything in mind?”
“Not really.” Dana answered.
“Something simple?” Pressing several buttons, the cat spliced woman made the image quickly shift, making Dana appear to have long pointed ears.
“What's that supposed to be?”
“For the fantasy crowd, it's only a minor difference, with a small combination of horse to produce the ear shape mimicking an elf.”
“I'm not really into that stuff.” Dana said after several seconds of deliberation.
The cat woman hit several more keys and the image of Dana morphed to have an almost completely cat face. Seeing that Dana wasn't interested in that, the image was changed again to have Dana with dark skin, two small horns sweeping back from either side of her forehead, black eyes with her pupils changed to a orange color.
“How many different things do you have?” Ranma asked as the screen morphed to show Dana with a normal face save two black slashes running down from the center of each eye.
“Currently we have over one hundred preset designs.” A tall man with pale skin informed them as he walked casually through the doorway. He was wearing a completely black suit, with a skinny build except for his broad shoulders. He was spliced with some unknown creature, his eyes were a golden color, and his fingers had barely noticeable claws.“Of course we can custom design nearly any result.” The woman who had been helping them bowed her head and left them with the man.
“I'm Dr. Able Cuvier, the creator of splicing.” He introduced himself smoothly, reaching forward to quickly type in something. Dana's image morphed to look like a cross of human and rabbit. “You're wise to come in now, if my critics like the ones camped out in front of my door had their way splicing will go the way of the dinosaurs. Not that I don't plan to fight them tooth and nail.”
“Why is that?” Terry asked.
“Progress always faces opposition. Splicing allows even the most physically unfit to be superior than an Olympic athlete. It's open to everyone, everyone has the possibility, everyone can be something special, equality is a hard thing for many people to understand.” Cuvier glanced over at her. “Of course some things simply can't be created. I do hope you're interested in splicing.”
“Why's that?” Ranma asked.
“Because I would like to ask you to become one of the faces that represent my company.”
“Eh?”
“To be honest, to counter the recent slander campaign against splicing. My detractors love to focus on the more extreme and societal fringe results of splicing. So I wanted to show the more normal side.”
“That's fine, but why me?”
“You're pretty but in an approachable way, casual even. It's not often that I see a young woman without make up, and those clothes.” Cuvier chuckled to himself.
“What's wrong with my clothes?” Ranma looked down at herself, sure they didn't really fit, even on her real form they were baggier than the current style tended towards.
“Yo! We need to see the Doctor, right now!” A rough male voice demanded as a large black teenager muscled his way through the entrance. Dressed in skintight red pants and tank top with a black vest and gloves, he also had two forward curving horns sprouting from his temples, and beard coming down from center of his chin. With him was a tall skinny teen with snake like skin, wearing a green tank top and black pants.
Cuvier reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card that he handed to her. “If you're interested in modeling for me, the shoot will be this Saturday, and I'll be willing to pay you thirty credits an hour. Give me a call when you've thought it over. If you'll excuse me.”
“I'll think about it.” Ranma answered as Cuvier quickly left without another word to take the two teens into a back room.
“Wow Ranma, looks like your-- you know, has paid off.” Dana congratulated her, but she noticed Terry silently vanish out the door while Dana was distracted.
“I don't know, I wasn't really looking to get spliced.” Scratching at her cheek, the striped woman returned to take Cuvier's place.
“Hey Ter, do you think-- where'd he go?” Dana had turned to look for her boyfriend but found him gone.
“I dunno.” She answered with a shrug, pocketing the business card. “What's it feel like to be spliced?” Ranma asked the cat woman.
“I'm afraid I can't answer that, it's something you have to experience for yourself.” The woman answered. “Would you like to see some of the options?”
“Nah, I'll have to think about it.”
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LawOhki
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by Nekomata-sensei » Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:50 pm
Oooh! Exciting! Can't wait to see Ranma get spliced, since that what it seems like will happen, and what you'll splice him/her with, as well as how it will interact with the curse. I also can't wait to see further Batman reactions to Ranma.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Mon Oct 19, 2009 3:09 pm
Nekomata-sensei wrote:Oooh! Exciting! Can't wait to see Ranma get spliced, since that what it seems like will happen, and what you'll splice him/her with, as well as how it will interact with the curse. I also can't wait to see further Batman reactions to Ranma.
It's something a little different and a little familiar.
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LawOhki
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Tue Oct 20, 2009 12:30 pm
“I got the data you wanted.” Terry handed over the thumb drive with the information to Bruce. “Dana's going to hate me for a while for disappearing.”
“She'll get over it.” Bruce hooked the drive up to his computer, loading up the information.
“Thanks for the support. I'll be sure to tell her that you needed me for something right away.” Leaning on the console, he watched some of the data scrolling by. “So what did you need this so badly for? Cuvier's operation maybe creepy but he wasn't trying to force people into splicing.”
“I have a antidote saved from years ago to another form of splicing. But I need to cross reference to see if there's a connection, and to create my own antidote.”
“Why? I got that too.”
“Details.” Bruce answered simply.
“You've told me that before.” He said and put on his mask. “I'll be out on patrol if you need me-- after I call and apologize to Dana.”
X x x x x x
“No Terry, I don't care that Mr. Wayne needed you for something. Whatever it was wasn't important enough to leave without saying a word.” Dana clicked off her phone and threw it on the table next to the couch before sitting down. “Sorry you had to hear that.” She apologized to Ranma who was playing with Dr. Cuvier's business card. His answer was just a simple grunt.
“So are you going to be a model?” She asked, trying to be happy that her new friend was able to simply get such an opportunity. Though she was a bit put off that someone who was really a boy was more desirable than her, especially while wearing baggy ill fitting male clothing.
“I'm not sure on the splicing part, but It's a lot of money for basically nothing.“ Ranma pointed out, balancing Dr. Cuvier's business card on the tip of his index finger.
“If you're not comfortable with it, maybe it's not for you.”
“Supposed to be fully reversible right? Their site even says that it only takes about ten minutes each way.“
“Hey, you could do it and tell me what it's like.” She wasn't about to trust that tiger lady on splicing, it was her job to sell it after all, and it might be neat to try it out. Splicing was also nearly two hundred credits, with the reversal being just as expensive.
“If that's how you want to be, what's the answer to number eight?”
X x x x x x
“You’re right on time.” Dr. Cuvier said happily, standing next to the reception desk at the portrait studio Ranma had been told to go to. It was seven thirty in the morning, and she would be here most of the day.
Allowing herself to be led into the building by the spliced doctor, she remained slightly apprehensive about what was about to happen. She had seen the results of splicing on people, and it was nothing compared to what Jusenkyo did to a person. Though some people did take the treatment too far, so much so that they might as well turn into the real animal.
“Now the treatment will only take five minutes to be complete, again it’s completely painless, the most you’ll feel is a bit of numbness. Just a small injection, and that’s it.” The doctor explained, leading Ranma to a small dressing room. “I hope you don’t mind, but since I wasn’t able to learn what type of splicing you would like done when you came in the other day, I had to use my own discretion.”
“Long as I don’t look like an idiot.” She said with a shrug, removing her jacket to hang on a peg sticking out from the wall.
“I believe that would be an impossibility.” Cuvier indicated that she should sit down in a tall folding chair in front of a large vanity table. “If you would please give me your arm, I’ll give you the injection.”
Extending her left arm, Ranma rolled up the sleeve of her shirt, and let the man wipe an area down with a disinfectant. Next, he opened up a plastic container, and pulled out an injection gun filled with a bright red liquid. With a soft hiss the small vial of liquid was pumped into her arm. Rubbing at the spot where the liquid had passed through her skin, she already felt tingly.
“There, all done.” Pulling out the empty vial, Cuvier threw it in the trash, and returned the injection gun to the case. “I’ll be waiting with the photographer, a woman will be in to apply your makeup in a minute.”
“Kay.” Leaning back on the chair, Ranma watched the white skinned man leave. ‘Hmm, he didn’t tell me what he spliced me with.’ No sooner had she wondered the animal, than she nearly fell out of the chair at a sudden spasm than ran through her body. Several seconds later, the alterations seemed to be completed, and she took stock of her changed face in the mirror.
‘Guess it’s not done.’ She amended, watching her hair turn shades of white and gray starting at the roots to the tips. Like the tiger spliced girl who Ranma had met at the Chimera building, Ranma’s face had shifted into a feline look. Her eyes were a golden color with a slight hint of their original blue around the iris. Prodding her cat like nose with her fingers, it wasn't really a cats nose, and there wasn't really a cleft running from it to her mouth, the shape merely mimicked one. The nails on her hands had lengthened, becoming thick white claws. Running down her back and the outside of her arms and legs were black irregularly shaped spots and rings, fading into nothing past the elbow and knee.
“That jackass turned me into some kind of cat.” Ranma growled in an overly animalistic way.
A knock on the door alerted her to a woman in her thirties entering. This took Ranma’s mind off the unfortunate additions to her person. “Hi, I’m Shelly.” The woman greeted warmly before noticing Ranma’s cross look, and closing the door. “Is something wrong?”
“Let’s just get this over with.” Getting angry at this woman wouldn’t solve anything, and she had nothing to do with the animal Cuvier had spliced her with.
Crisis seemingly past, the woman approached a rack of clothing running the far side of the room, and pulled out some white jeans with the shoes built into the bottom from the clothing rack, and a darker blue capri top. “Casual to start, the top has a built in bra, and here are some panties that won’t show since the pants are very low rise. Is this your first time modeling?”
“Yea.”
“Okay, you get changed while I get my cosmetics setup.” Shelly handed Ranma the clothes before starting to dig through the mess of make up on the vanity.
‘Think about the credits, I can deal with this, and when it’s over I’ll be changed right back.’ Taking several deep breaths, Ranma quickly stripped out of her clothes, and was just beginning to pull up the pants when there was a wrenching sensation from the bottom of her spine, and a long thickly furred tail quickly shot out. Staring blankly at the new appendage, she seriously considered killing Cuvier. ‘After he pays me of course, with some added credits for this humiliation.'
“Oh good, I was thinking that we had made a mistake by putting a tail hole in the formal dress.” Shelly noted in an overly happy voice as Ranma finished putting on the top with an angry huff. “Alright, back on the chair.” Hopping up on the chair, Ranma sat down on her tail before shifting and letting it dangle out through the back.
Shelly grabbed several hair accessories and pinned Ranma's bangs back out of her face. Raising several colored pieces of paper, she made a big show of placing them next to Ranma's skin. “Let’s see here, this? No, too dark. How about this? Perfect.”
“What are you doing?” Ranma asked, wondering why she was applying so much makeup.
“Since you’ll be out under bright lights you’ll start to sweat, just want to make sure you don’t look greasy.” Quickly finishing with the base layer, Shelly’s hands rapidly applied some more cosmetics, and went to work pulling out Ranma's pigtail and turning brushing it out to cascade over her shoulders. Ten minutes later, she was done, and Ranma now looked like a very cute cat girl. Which caused Ranma to shiver involuntarily.
“Something wrong? I think you turned out really beautiful.”
“I don’t like cats.”
“Domestic cats or just cats in general?”
“In general.”
“Well you'll be back to normal by the end of the day like the last model we had a shoot for. Have you seen the commercial? The girl with the long white hair to the floor?”
“Yea.”
“She was spliced right before the shoot as well, afterwards it was reversed, and she walked out like like her DNA hadn't been played with.”
“Really now.” That set Ranma’s mind on ease, even if that had been the plan before.
“One last thing, open up and say ah.“ Shelly grabbed a spray bottle. “Need to whiten up your teeth.“
“What's wrong with my teeth?“ Smiling at herself in the mirror, she found that her canines were larger and more pointed.
“Just want to make sure you look your best.“ Opening up her mouth, Ranma waited patiently for the woman to spray her teeth with a foul tasting whitener. “Hold off on drinking anything for fifteen minutes and I won't have to do that again.”
“Yuck.” She spat.
“We should get into the studio.” Shelly quickly grabbed one of Ranma’s shoulder straps, and made a minor adjustment. “They should be finishing up with the other model.“
“What other model?“ Ranma asked, following the woman, noticing that smells and sounds were far more distinct and noticeable than before. The tail was impossible not to notice, it was heavy, moved constantly, and with its movement it threw her off balance. It was also longer than her legs, meaning she had to purposely keep the bottom curled upwards or the tip would drag. 'Weird, feels almost like I've had the thing my whole life. Shouldn't it be weird and hard to control or something?'
“You'll be alternating with a male model, and I believe you are lined up to have a couple shoots together.”
Entering into another room, the ceiling, floor, and the far three walls were all painted a bright non reflective green. Cuvier was talking to a woman holding a camera, and there was a guy her age who was spliced with some type of canine, probably a wolf or husky based on his hair color, and some coloration on his arms. Unlike her, he lacked a tail, but had very canine like ears peeking out the top of his hair.
“Absolutely stunning.” Cuvier complimented her. “I dare say you should refuse the reversal serum. Snow leopard suits you very well.”
“A warning about the tail would have been nice.” She crossed her arms, and the new appendage lashed back and forth several times, nearly throwing her off balance.
“Please accept my most sincerest apologies, if I knew that it would upset you, I would have said something.”
“Yea, well I want something extra for this, I really don't like cats.”
“What did you have in mind?” Cuvier seemed put off at her request.
“Ten extra credits an hour.”
“Five.” Cuvier countered and she thought it over in her head.
“Fine.”
X x x x x x
“Whens the last time you took a bath?” Ranma crinkled her nose while sitting next to the other model, Jake, trying to look like they were studying together. Now dressed in a thick pale pink turtle neck sweater dress to mid thigh, her tail went through a hole in the back, helping to keep the hem from riding up. Every so often the pair of fake glasses she was wearing would slide down her changed nose, and she would have to fix them back up into place. Sitting with her legs crossed, hip to hip with Jake, her patience was growing thin with the other teen.
“This morning.” Jake answered as several more camera flashes went off.
The previous ad campaign had emphasized that splicers were different than normal people, this one was the opposite. She had gleamed the information from listening to Cuvier talk to various people. It was easy to listen in when she could pick up a conversation from across a noisy room. She was the eye candy female, while Jake was supposed to be some kind of popular jock. Unfortunately, she did not get along at all with Jake. He seemed to have grown up the son of a wealthy bureaucrat, which was the opposite of herself, the son, currently daughter, of a poor martial artist who was a petty thief most of the time.
“Well you smell like wet dog.” She sniped, and shifted her position in response to some directions.
“Children.” Dr. Cuvier warning lightly from the side. “Please try and stay focused.”
“That's all I need for this set.” The photographer informed Cuvier.
“I think a break for lunch would be good then.” Cuvier looked pleased with the progress so far.
Almost vanishing from her position, she deposited the fake glasses she had been wearing in the waiting hands of a girl keeping track of props, and appeared at a table with several trays of finger food. Gathering up a plate full of food, she stalked off happily munching on some kind of sandwich. No sooner had she sat down, than Dr. Cuvier approached her. 'What's he want now?' Honestly the more time she was around the man, the more she felt that he was not what he tried to appear as.
“How are you enjoying being spliced?” He asked, implying that it was the greatest thing ever.
“About that, why is it that I don't feel uncomfortable like this? I'd think that the tail would take some getting used to.” She asked after swallowing a big bite of some kind of sliced deli meat.
“Part of the formula helps to alter your mental image of yourself. Obviously even if someone wants to have a splicing procedure done, it would still take months and years before they would view the additions as their own.” Nodding her semi-understanding, Ranma hoped that Cuvier would leave her alone, he didn't rank very high in her favorite people list. Anyone who made her part cat was rather instantly shot to the bottom.
“And when you reverse it I'm going to be back to normal right?” She asked, noticing that he wasn't leaving.
“Of course, unless you decide to remain spliced. My business should be expanding soon. How about it? Would you like a more steady source of income?”
“No.”
“Think on it.” Finally Cuvier headed off to go do something in another room.
'Creepy.' Ranma shrugged and went back to eating her food.
X x x x x x
“My feet are killing me.”Kicking off the too small shoes, she cursed the inventor of high heels, and then added on Jusenkyo for giving her the opportunity to wear such wonderful footwear.
“One must suffer for beauty.” Shelly joked, gathering up her materials.
“Suffering I can take, but this is just ridiculous.” Kicking the two sizes too small shoes for good measure, she started to strip out of the strapless black dress she had been wearing.
“Then it's a good thing that you're done for the day.” Shelly paused to inspect a applicator, before deciding whatever flaw was fine, and putting it in her case. “Just take off your make up like you would normally before bed. Have a nice evening, it's been fun working with you.”
“Bye.” Ranma waved as the woman left, almost as quickly as she threw off the shoes, she was back in the clothes she had arrived in. Exiting the dressing room, she set about tracking down Cuvier for the reversal injection. She found him waiting at the entrance talking to Jake who was still in the tuxedo he had been wearing for their 'prom' shoot. “Fix me.” She demanded.
“I would love to give you the serum to return you to your birth form, but the vials I brought have gone bad. We'll have to return to my lab and do it there. Unless you want to remain like Jake here.” Cuvier put a hand on the male teen's shoulder. “He was just informing me that he wishes to remain spliced.”
“So what's the fastest way to your lab?” Ranma didn't even have to think about it.
“I need to make a quick call, give me five minutes, and I'll drive you there personally.”
“Alright.” She agreed and Cuvier immediately pulled out a cell phone to call someone.
Cuvier seemed to drag his feet with everything, and Ranma was getting very agitated by the act. His comments during the photo shoot hadn't helped her mood towards him either. For some reason he was really interested in her remaining spliced. Pulling into Cuvier's private parking spot in the back of the Chimera Institute, Ranma followed him inside to be met by the tiger spliced black girl.
“Ah Tigress, how were things while I was away?” Cuvier asked.
“Busy Doctor.” She answered. “I have a list of appointments for you to look over.”
“Later, I must attend to Miss Saotome at the moment. Do you have what I called about earlier?”
“Yes Doctor.” Tigress quickly went over to one of the nearby display tables and picked up a small silver case before opening it at Cuvier.
“Thank you my dear.” Cuvier pulled out an injector and loaded a vial of serum. “If you would be so kind as to roll up your sleeve?” He asked and Ranma did, ready to end her time being spliced. Cuvier quickly disinfected the area, and injected her with the liquid. “There we go.”
“So when am I going to get paid?” Ranma asked.
“Oh don't worry about that, Cobra, Ramrod.” Cuvier snapped his fingers, and the two males from the other day quickly appeared. “Take her to the cage.”
“Right away Doc.” The bull boy answered, reaching out to try and grab her arms.
“What's going on?” She demanded, slipping away from his grasp before her entire body refused to work, and she fell to the ground like a rag doll.
“I really would have preferred that you come work for me, truly I would.” Cuvier explained while she was picked up, and slung over the black boy's shoulder. “But it would be terribly bad press if the news caught wind that my advertising used subjects who did not remain spliced themselves. I don't know why I am explaining this, soon you won't have the mental facilities to understand what I'm saying.” Being unable to move, Ranma could only watch her arms as they sprouted fur that matched the kind on her tail.
“In a few hours you'll be a snow leopard for real, and I'll be selling you to the highest bidder. A great many hunters simply love to hunt endangered species, and they'll pay an exorbitant amount in order to do so.” Cuvier patted her on the head and gave her a detached smile. “Goodbye.”
X x x x x x
Slipping in through a window on the third story, Terry dressed as Batman silently closed the pane of glass behind him. He had seen Cuvier's car pull into the back of the building, and he would be finding the man to get some answers about his past. The door to the room slid open silently and he moved down the hall.
“Anything suspicious so far?” Bruce Wayne asked.
“I'm just getting in now.” He answered. “What's the rush? Ranma's been sort of keeping an eye on Cuvier all day.”
“No rush, just making sure you're on task.”
“Right.” He drawled, pausing at the top of the steps down to the second floor after hearing voices. “Someone else is still here.”
Downstairs he found Cuvier and three of his minions, the bull guy he had fought with on the train had an increasingly furry catgirl slung over his shoulder. Terry quickly recognized the girl as Ranma due to her clothes. “Looks like we'll need that formula pretty quick.”
“Why?”
“Cause it looks like Ranma's going to need it.” Watching, the big guy left the group to go through a door marked 'Employees Only.'
“When he gets back, I want you three to go take care of our D.A. Young, and make it look like an accident. I can't have the police tracing the death of my biggest opponent back to me.” Cuvier informed the two other teens who had remained.
“We got another problem, Cuvier's sending his goon squad to slag Young.”
“Worry about your friend first, I'll call Barbra and warn her.”
“Right.” Activating the camouflage system in his suit, Terry faded from sight. Making his way past the two waiting spliced teens, he waited for the third to come back through the door before he slipped in. Nearly falling when the floor suddenly dropped out on him, he found the unlit room was really a set of stairs. Adjusting his vision mode to better see in the dark, he descended the steps to the bottom. Once there, he took in the small room with a loading bay door on the far side, and a group of four cages along the right wall.
There was only one occupied cage, and he could see Ranma trying to move around, but ending up falling back to the cage bottom. Obviously whatever formula Cuvier had used on his currently female friend was playing havoc with her coordination, keeping her immobilized. “Take it easy.” He whispered to the girl, Ranma's already changed eyes tracking to him, glowing to his night vision. “I'm going to get you out of here.”
He didn't have time to break the lock before something struck him from behind. Falling awkwardly, he was temporarily blinded when the bright overhead lights suddenly turned on. Fumbling to change his vision mode, he was hit several more times, this time by someone more heavily muscled, who used their fists. Finally being able to see, he dodged a charge by the bull spliced teen, letting him slam his head through the wall. Pausing, he quickly analyzed the situation, finding that Cuvier, and all three of his minions were in the small room. Reaching into his belt he quickly pulled out several smoke pellets secretly.
“I was wondering when you'd come sniffing around Batman.” Cuvier seemed amused at his arrival. “Take him.”
“I don't think so.” Throwing the smoke pellets into the middle of the room, they exploded, quickly blanketing the entire area in a thick green smoke that irritated the eyes.
X x x x x x
“Open the loading door!” Cuvier yelled, fumbling to find the button to raise said door. One of his followers found the button, and the door to the outside slid open to let the smoke slowly clear. Coughing, he looked around for any sign of Batman. He found no one but his followers, and the girl he had injected with the pure snow leopard serum had been removed from her cage.
Clenching his teeth in anger, his three followers backed away in fright before he got himself under control. “Kill Young before Batman can get in the way.” He ordered, smashing the now empty cage for emphasis of his displeasure.
X x x x x x
Ranma slowly opened her eyes, finding herself laying in a strange dark cave. In front of her was a huge computer system with an old man sitting at the only chair in front of it. He had his back to her, working on something on the screen. A sudden flash of memory made her quickly sit up and examine her body. Sighing in happiness, there was no tail, no fur, no claws, and her face had returned to normal.
“There was a complication.” The old man swiveled his chair to look at her, he was wearing a black suit, and had on a ridiculous hat and goggles on in some attempt to keep his identity a secret. “My antigen was not able to return your hair and eye color.”
“My hair?” Looking up, Ranma saw that her bangs were still the same mix of gray and white. Without a mirror she couldn't check her eye color.
“I'm also unsure on how it will affect your gender changing.”
“How do you know about that?” She asked, the only people who would know did not include this guy.
“It's my job to know.” At the man's side was a cane that he used to point towards a thermos next to her. “Change.”
“You're expecting a lot of trust out of me.” She asked, staring at the thermos, her eyes catching sight of a display case behind her with five sections each with a different size and gender mannequin wearing costumes. The far left was the original Batman uniform, then Robin, Batgirl, Nightwing, and the last was empty. 'Is this guy?'
“I'm also the one that stopped you from spending the rest of your days hunting mountain goats.”
Figuring that he had a decent point, she opened up the thermos to find hot water, which she casually dumped over her head. Everything seemed to be right with his birth form, save the altered hair color. “Better than nothin.” He admitted.
“I'm going to inject you with a sedative, you'll wake up in your bed.” The goggle wearing man slowly stood up from the chair, leaning heavily on his cane.
“You better think again if you think I'm going to let anyone near me with a needle again.” Hopping off the table, he stretched. “Just had a few problems with that, you understand?”
“I wasn't asking.” Grabbing an injector gun like Cuvier had used, the old man approached him.
“And I said no thanks.” Taking a small leap back, he wondered where the exit to the cave was. Best he could see was a lighted set of steps behind him. “Don't worry I'm not one to go around telling secrets. Thanks for changing me back, later.” Waving, he took off to run up the steps. Just as he reached the top, a heavy metal door slammed in place blocking his path.
“That's just rude.” Ranma pressed his palm against the steel. Taking a step back, he clenched his fist. His first punch hit right at the seam between the two halves, knocking the door off of it's track. “Slag it that hurts!” He hopped around clutching his hand. Kicking the door, the slabs of steel were blown off their tracks, and clattered loudly as they crash to the ground.
“Sorry about your door!” Ranma yelled back down the hall. Checking the time on a big clock that was blocking the steps down into the cave, he found that it was almost two in the morning. 'I've been out of it for six hours? Man, I know I'm going to have to listen to Mr. Tan for staying out so late.'
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Oh and the title for the fic is "Snow Falls on Gotham"
“She'll get over it.” Bruce hooked the drive up to his computer, loading up the information.
“Thanks for the support. I'll be sure to tell her that you needed me for something right away.” Leaning on the console, he watched some of the data scrolling by. “So what did you need this so badly for? Cuvier's operation maybe creepy but he wasn't trying to force people into splicing.”
“I have a antidote saved from years ago to another form of splicing. But I need to cross reference to see if there's a connection, and to create my own antidote.”
“Why? I got that too.”
“Details.” Bruce answered simply.
“You've told me that before.” He said and put on his mask. “I'll be out on patrol if you need me-- after I call and apologize to Dana.”
X x x x x x
“No Terry, I don't care that Mr. Wayne needed you for something. Whatever it was wasn't important enough to leave without saying a word.” Dana clicked off her phone and threw it on the table next to the couch before sitting down. “Sorry you had to hear that.” She apologized to Ranma who was playing with Dr. Cuvier's business card. His answer was just a simple grunt.
“So are you going to be a model?” She asked, trying to be happy that her new friend was able to simply get such an opportunity. Though she was a bit put off that someone who was really a boy was more desirable than her, especially while wearing baggy ill fitting male clothing.
“I'm not sure on the splicing part, but It's a lot of money for basically nothing.“ Ranma pointed out, balancing Dr. Cuvier's business card on the tip of his index finger.
“If you're not comfortable with it, maybe it's not for you.”
“Supposed to be fully reversible right? Their site even says that it only takes about ten minutes each way.“
“Hey, you could do it and tell me what it's like.” She wasn't about to trust that tiger lady on splicing, it was her job to sell it after all, and it might be neat to try it out. Splicing was also nearly two hundred credits, with the reversal being just as expensive.
“If that's how you want to be, what's the answer to number eight?”
X x x x x x
“You’re right on time.” Dr. Cuvier said happily, standing next to the reception desk at the portrait studio Ranma had been told to go to. It was seven thirty in the morning, and she would be here most of the day.
Allowing herself to be led into the building by the spliced doctor, she remained slightly apprehensive about what was about to happen. She had seen the results of splicing on people, and it was nothing compared to what Jusenkyo did to a person. Though some people did take the treatment too far, so much so that they might as well turn into the real animal.
“Now the treatment will only take five minutes to be complete, again it’s completely painless, the most you’ll feel is a bit of numbness. Just a small injection, and that’s it.” The doctor explained, leading Ranma to a small dressing room. “I hope you don’t mind, but since I wasn’t able to learn what type of splicing you would like done when you came in the other day, I had to use my own discretion.”
“Long as I don’t look like an idiot.” She said with a shrug, removing her jacket to hang on a peg sticking out from the wall.
“I believe that would be an impossibility.” Cuvier indicated that she should sit down in a tall folding chair in front of a large vanity table. “If you would please give me your arm, I’ll give you the injection.”
Extending her left arm, Ranma rolled up the sleeve of her shirt, and let the man wipe an area down with a disinfectant. Next, he opened up a plastic container, and pulled out an injection gun filled with a bright red liquid. With a soft hiss the small vial of liquid was pumped into her arm. Rubbing at the spot where the liquid had passed through her skin, she already felt tingly.
“There, all done.” Pulling out the empty vial, Cuvier threw it in the trash, and returned the injection gun to the case. “I’ll be waiting with the photographer, a woman will be in to apply your makeup in a minute.”
“Kay.” Leaning back on the chair, Ranma watched the white skinned man leave. ‘Hmm, he didn’t tell me what he spliced me with.’ No sooner had she wondered the animal, than she nearly fell out of the chair at a sudden spasm than ran through her body. Several seconds later, the alterations seemed to be completed, and she took stock of her changed face in the mirror.
‘Guess it’s not done.’ She amended, watching her hair turn shades of white and gray starting at the roots to the tips. Like the tiger spliced girl who Ranma had met at the Chimera building, Ranma’s face had shifted into a feline look. Her eyes were a golden color with a slight hint of their original blue around the iris. Prodding her cat like nose with her fingers, it wasn't really a cats nose, and there wasn't really a cleft running from it to her mouth, the shape merely mimicked one. The nails on her hands had lengthened, becoming thick white claws. Running down her back and the outside of her arms and legs were black irregularly shaped spots and rings, fading into nothing past the elbow and knee.
“That jackass turned me into some kind of cat.” Ranma growled in an overly animalistic way.
A knock on the door alerted her to a woman in her thirties entering. This took Ranma’s mind off the unfortunate additions to her person. “Hi, I’m Shelly.” The woman greeted warmly before noticing Ranma’s cross look, and closing the door. “Is something wrong?”
“Let’s just get this over with.” Getting angry at this woman wouldn’t solve anything, and she had nothing to do with the animal Cuvier had spliced her with.
Crisis seemingly past, the woman approached a rack of clothing running the far side of the room, and pulled out some white jeans with the shoes built into the bottom from the clothing rack, and a darker blue capri top. “Casual to start, the top has a built in bra, and here are some panties that won’t show since the pants are very low rise. Is this your first time modeling?”
“Yea.”
“Okay, you get changed while I get my cosmetics setup.” Shelly handed Ranma the clothes before starting to dig through the mess of make up on the vanity.
‘Think about the credits, I can deal with this, and when it’s over I’ll be changed right back.’ Taking several deep breaths, Ranma quickly stripped out of her clothes, and was just beginning to pull up the pants when there was a wrenching sensation from the bottom of her spine, and a long thickly furred tail quickly shot out. Staring blankly at the new appendage, she seriously considered killing Cuvier. ‘After he pays me of course, with some added credits for this humiliation.'
“Oh good, I was thinking that we had made a mistake by putting a tail hole in the formal dress.” Shelly noted in an overly happy voice as Ranma finished putting on the top with an angry huff. “Alright, back on the chair.” Hopping up on the chair, Ranma sat down on her tail before shifting and letting it dangle out through the back.
Shelly grabbed several hair accessories and pinned Ranma's bangs back out of her face. Raising several colored pieces of paper, she made a big show of placing them next to Ranma's skin. “Let’s see here, this? No, too dark. How about this? Perfect.”
“What are you doing?” Ranma asked, wondering why she was applying so much makeup.
“Since you’ll be out under bright lights you’ll start to sweat, just want to make sure you don’t look greasy.” Quickly finishing with the base layer, Shelly’s hands rapidly applied some more cosmetics, and went to work pulling out Ranma's pigtail and turning brushing it out to cascade over her shoulders. Ten minutes later, she was done, and Ranma now looked like a very cute cat girl. Which caused Ranma to shiver involuntarily.
“Something wrong? I think you turned out really beautiful.”
“I don’t like cats.”
“Domestic cats or just cats in general?”
“In general.”
“Well you'll be back to normal by the end of the day like the last model we had a shoot for. Have you seen the commercial? The girl with the long white hair to the floor?”
“Yea.”
“She was spliced right before the shoot as well, afterwards it was reversed, and she walked out like like her DNA hadn't been played with.”
“Really now.” That set Ranma’s mind on ease, even if that had been the plan before.
“One last thing, open up and say ah.“ Shelly grabbed a spray bottle. “Need to whiten up your teeth.“
“What's wrong with my teeth?“ Smiling at herself in the mirror, she found that her canines were larger and more pointed.
“Just want to make sure you look your best.“ Opening up her mouth, Ranma waited patiently for the woman to spray her teeth with a foul tasting whitener. “Hold off on drinking anything for fifteen minutes and I won't have to do that again.”
“Yuck.” She spat.
“We should get into the studio.” Shelly quickly grabbed one of Ranma’s shoulder straps, and made a minor adjustment. “They should be finishing up with the other model.“
“What other model?“ Ranma asked, following the woman, noticing that smells and sounds were far more distinct and noticeable than before. The tail was impossible not to notice, it was heavy, moved constantly, and with its movement it threw her off balance. It was also longer than her legs, meaning she had to purposely keep the bottom curled upwards or the tip would drag. 'Weird, feels almost like I've had the thing my whole life. Shouldn't it be weird and hard to control or something?'
“You'll be alternating with a male model, and I believe you are lined up to have a couple shoots together.”
Entering into another room, the ceiling, floor, and the far three walls were all painted a bright non reflective green. Cuvier was talking to a woman holding a camera, and there was a guy her age who was spliced with some type of canine, probably a wolf or husky based on his hair color, and some coloration on his arms. Unlike her, he lacked a tail, but had very canine like ears peeking out the top of his hair.
“Absolutely stunning.” Cuvier complimented her. “I dare say you should refuse the reversal serum. Snow leopard suits you very well.”
“A warning about the tail would have been nice.” She crossed her arms, and the new appendage lashed back and forth several times, nearly throwing her off balance.
“Please accept my most sincerest apologies, if I knew that it would upset you, I would have said something.”
“Yea, well I want something extra for this, I really don't like cats.”
“What did you have in mind?” Cuvier seemed put off at her request.
“Ten extra credits an hour.”
“Five.” Cuvier countered and she thought it over in her head.
“Fine.”
X x x x x x
“Whens the last time you took a bath?” Ranma crinkled her nose while sitting next to the other model, Jake, trying to look like they were studying together. Now dressed in a thick pale pink turtle neck sweater dress to mid thigh, her tail went through a hole in the back, helping to keep the hem from riding up. Every so often the pair of fake glasses she was wearing would slide down her changed nose, and she would have to fix them back up into place. Sitting with her legs crossed, hip to hip with Jake, her patience was growing thin with the other teen.
“This morning.” Jake answered as several more camera flashes went off.
The previous ad campaign had emphasized that splicers were different than normal people, this one was the opposite. She had gleamed the information from listening to Cuvier talk to various people. It was easy to listen in when she could pick up a conversation from across a noisy room. She was the eye candy female, while Jake was supposed to be some kind of popular jock. Unfortunately, she did not get along at all with Jake. He seemed to have grown up the son of a wealthy bureaucrat, which was the opposite of herself, the son, currently daughter, of a poor martial artist who was a petty thief most of the time.
“Well you smell like wet dog.” She sniped, and shifted her position in response to some directions.
“Children.” Dr. Cuvier warning lightly from the side. “Please try and stay focused.”
“That's all I need for this set.” The photographer informed Cuvier.
“I think a break for lunch would be good then.” Cuvier looked pleased with the progress so far.
Almost vanishing from her position, she deposited the fake glasses she had been wearing in the waiting hands of a girl keeping track of props, and appeared at a table with several trays of finger food. Gathering up a plate full of food, she stalked off happily munching on some kind of sandwich. No sooner had she sat down, than Dr. Cuvier approached her. 'What's he want now?' Honestly the more time she was around the man, the more she felt that he was not what he tried to appear as.
“How are you enjoying being spliced?” He asked, implying that it was the greatest thing ever.
“About that, why is it that I don't feel uncomfortable like this? I'd think that the tail would take some getting used to.” She asked after swallowing a big bite of some kind of sliced deli meat.
“Part of the formula helps to alter your mental image of yourself. Obviously even if someone wants to have a splicing procedure done, it would still take months and years before they would view the additions as their own.” Nodding her semi-understanding, Ranma hoped that Cuvier would leave her alone, he didn't rank very high in her favorite people list. Anyone who made her part cat was rather instantly shot to the bottom.
“And when you reverse it I'm going to be back to normal right?” She asked, noticing that he wasn't leaving.
“Of course, unless you decide to remain spliced. My business should be expanding soon. How about it? Would you like a more steady source of income?”
“No.”
“Think on it.” Finally Cuvier headed off to go do something in another room.
'Creepy.' Ranma shrugged and went back to eating her food.
X x x x x x
“My feet are killing me.”Kicking off the too small shoes, she cursed the inventor of high heels, and then added on Jusenkyo for giving her the opportunity to wear such wonderful footwear.
“One must suffer for beauty.” Shelly joked, gathering up her materials.
“Suffering I can take, but this is just ridiculous.” Kicking the two sizes too small shoes for good measure, she started to strip out of the strapless black dress she had been wearing.
“Then it's a good thing that you're done for the day.” Shelly paused to inspect a applicator, before deciding whatever flaw was fine, and putting it in her case. “Just take off your make up like you would normally before bed. Have a nice evening, it's been fun working with you.”
“Bye.” Ranma waved as the woman left, almost as quickly as she threw off the shoes, she was back in the clothes she had arrived in. Exiting the dressing room, she set about tracking down Cuvier for the reversal injection. She found him waiting at the entrance talking to Jake who was still in the tuxedo he had been wearing for their 'prom' shoot. “Fix me.” She demanded.
“I would love to give you the serum to return you to your birth form, but the vials I brought have gone bad. We'll have to return to my lab and do it there. Unless you want to remain like Jake here.” Cuvier put a hand on the male teen's shoulder. “He was just informing me that he wishes to remain spliced.”
“So what's the fastest way to your lab?” Ranma didn't even have to think about it.
“I need to make a quick call, give me five minutes, and I'll drive you there personally.”
“Alright.” She agreed and Cuvier immediately pulled out a cell phone to call someone.
Cuvier seemed to drag his feet with everything, and Ranma was getting very agitated by the act. His comments during the photo shoot hadn't helped her mood towards him either. For some reason he was really interested in her remaining spliced. Pulling into Cuvier's private parking spot in the back of the Chimera Institute, Ranma followed him inside to be met by the tiger spliced black girl.
“Ah Tigress, how were things while I was away?” Cuvier asked.
“Busy Doctor.” She answered. “I have a list of appointments for you to look over.”
“Later, I must attend to Miss Saotome at the moment. Do you have what I called about earlier?”
“Yes Doctor.” Tigress quickly went over to one of the nearby display tables and picked up a small silver case before opening it at Cuvier.
“Thank you my dear.” Cuvier pulled out an injector and loaded a vial of serum. “If you would be so kind as to roll up your sleeve?” He asked and Ranma did, ready to end her time being spliced. Cuvier quickly disinfected the area, and injected her with the liquid. “There we go.”
“So when am I going to get paid?” Ranma asked.
“Oh don't worry about that, Cobra, Ramrod.” Cuvier snapped his fingers, and the two males from the other day quickly appeared. “Take her to the cage.”
“Right away Doc.” The bull boy answered, reaching out to try and grab her arms.
“What's going on?” She demanded, slipping away from his grasp before her entire body refused to work, and she fell to the ground like a rag doll.
“I really would have preferred that you come work for me, truly I would.” Cuvier explained while she was picked up, and slung over the black boy's shoulder. “But it would be terribly bad press if the news caught wind that my advertising used subjects who did not remain spliced themselves. I don't know why I am explaining this, soon you won't have the mental facilities to understand what I'm saying.” Being unable to move, Ranma could only watch her arms as they sprouted fur that matched the kind on her tail.
“In a few hours you'll be a snow leopard for real, and I'll be selling you to the highest bidder. A great many hunters simply love to hunt endangered species, and they'll pay an exorbitant amount in order to do so.” Cuvier patted her on the head and gave her a detached smile. “Goodbye.”
X x x x x x
Slipping in through a window on the third story, Terry dressed as Batman silently closed the pane of glass behind him. He had seen Cuvier's car pull into the back of the building, and he would be finding the man to get some answers about his past. The door to the room slid open silently and he moved down the hall.
“Anything suspicious so far?” Bruce Wayne asked.
“I'm just getting in now.” He answered. “What's the rush? Ranma's been sort of keeping an eye on Cuvier all day.”
“No rush, just making sure you're on task.”
“Right.” He drawled, pausing at the top of the steps down to the second floor after hearing voices. “Someone else is still here.”
Downstairs he found Cuvier and three of his minions, the bull guy he had fought with on the train had an increasingly furry catgirl slung over his shoulder. Terry quickly recognized the girl as Ranma due to her clothes. “Looks like we'll need that formula pretty quick.”
“Why?”
“Cause it looks like Ranma's going to need it.” Watching, the big guy left the group to go through a door marked 'Employees Only.'
“When he gets back, I want you three to go take care of our D.A. Young, and make it look like an accident. I can't have the police tracing the death of my biggest opponent back to me.” Cuvier informed the two other teens who had remained.
“We got another problem, Cuvier's sending his goon squad to slag Young.”
“Worry about your friend first, I'll call Barbra and warn her.”
“Right.” Activating the camouflage system in his suit, Terry faded from sight. Making his way past the two waiting spliced teens, he waited for the third to come back through the door before he slipped in. Nearly falling when the floor suddenly dropped out on him, he found the unlit room was really a set of stairs. Adjusting his vision mode to better see in the dark, he descended the steps to the bottom. Once there, he took in the small room with a loading bay door on the far side, and a group of four cages along the right wall.
There was only one occupied cage, and he could see Ranma trying to move around, but ending up falling back to the cage bottom. Obviously whatever formula Cuvier had used on his currently female friend was playing havoc with her coordination, keeping her immobilized. “Take it easy.” He whispered to the girl, Ranma's already changed eyes tracking to him, glowing to his night vision. “I'm going to get you out of here.”
He didn't have time to break the lock before something struck him from behind. Falling awkwardly, he was temporarily blinded when the bright overhead lights suddenly turned on. Fumbling to change his vision mode, he was hit several more times, this time by someone more heavily muscled, who used their fists. Finally being able to see, he dodged a charge by the bull spliced teen, letting him slam his head through the wall. Pausing, he quickly analyzed the situation, finding that Cuvier, and all three of his minions were in the small room. Reaching into his belt he quickly pulled out several smoke pellets secretly.
“I was wondering when you'd come sniffing around Batman.” Cuvier seemed amused at his arrival. “Take him.”
“I don't think so.” Throwing the smoke pellets into the middle of the room, they exploded, quickly blanketing the entire area in a thick green smoke that irritated the eyes.
X x x x x x
“Open the loading door!” Cuvier yelled, fumbling to find the button to raise said door. One of his followers found the button, and the door to the outside slid open to let the smoke slowly clear. Coughing, he looked around for any sign of Batman. He found no one but his followers, and the girl he had injected with the pure snow leopard serum had been removed from her cage.
Clenching his teeth in anger, his three followers backed away in fright before he got himself under control. “Kill Young before Batman can get in the way.” He ordered, smashing the now empty cage for emphasis of his displeasure.
X x x x x x
Ranma slowly opened her eyes, finding herself laying in a strange dark cave. In front of her was a huge computer system with an old man sitting at the only chair in front of it. He had his back to her, working on something on the screen. A sudden flash of memory made her quickly sit up and examine her body. Sighing in happiness, there was no tail, no fur, no claws, and her face had returned to normal.
“There was a complication.” The old man swiveled his chair to look at her, he was wearing a black suit, and had on a ridiculous hat and goggles on in some attempt to keep his identity a secret. “My antigen was not able to return your hair and eye color.”
“My hair?” Looking up, Ranma saw that her bangs were still the same mix of gray and white. Without a mirror she couldn't check her eye color.
“I'm also unsure on how it will affect your gender changing.”
“How do you know about that?” She asked, the only people who would know did not include this guy.
“It's my job to know.” At the man's side was a cane that he used to point towards a thermos next to her. “Change.”
“You're expecting a lot of trust out of me.” She asked, staring at the thermos, her eyes catching sight of a display case behind her with five sections each with a different size and gender mannequin wearing costumes. The far left was the original Batman uniform, then Robin, Batgirl, Nightwing, and the last was empty. 'Is this guy?'
“I'm also the one that stopped you from spending the rest of your days hunting mountain goats.”
Figuring that he had a decent point, she opened up the thermos to find hot water, which she casually dumped over her head. Everything seemed to be right with his birth form, save the altered hair color. “Better than nothin.” He admitted.
“I'm going to inject you with a sedative, you'll wake up in your bed.” The goggle wearing man slowly stood up from the chair, leaning heavily on his cane.
“You better think again if you think I'm going to let anyone near me with a needle again.” Hopping off the table, he stretched. “Just had a few problems with that, you understand?”
“I wasn't asking.” Grabbing an injector gun like Cuvier had used, the old man approached him.
“And I said no thanks.” Taking a small leap back, he wondered where the exit to the cave was. Best he could see was a lighted set of steps behind him. “Don't worry I'm not one to go around telling secrets. Thanks for changing me back, later.” Waving, he took off to run up the steps. Just as he reached the top, a heavy metal door slammed in place blocking his path.
“That's just rude.” Ranma pressed his palm against the steel. Taking a step back, he clenched his fist. His first punch hit right at the seam between the two halves, knocking the door off of it's track. “Slag it that hurts!” He hopped around clutching his hand. Kicking the door, the slabs of steel were blown off their tracks, and clattered loudly as they crash to the ground.
“Sorry about your door!” Ranma yelled back down the hall. Checking the time on a big clock that was blocking the steps down into the cave, he found that it was almost two in the morning. 'I've been out of it for six hours? Man, I know I'm going to have to listen to Mr. Tan for staying out so late.'
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Oh and the title for the fic is "Snow Falls on Gotham"
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by Karei » Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:00 pm
Nice chapter I suppose, and a decent length too. As it was though, it was rather anti-climactic.
I'm just disappointed that the neko-ken didn't make an appearance. I kept expecting Ranma to "go cat" and start shredding the cage, and Cuvier, and his goons, and even Batman. I would have much rather seen Terry be given a big fight with a super powered snow leopard before finally subduing Ranma and taking her back to Bruce to be changed back.
I'm just disappointed that the neko-ken didn't make an appearance. I kept expecting Ranma to "go cat" and start shredding the cage, and Cuvier, and his goons, and even Batman. I would have much rather seen Terry be given a big fight with a super powered snow leopard before finally subduing Ranma and taking her back to Bruce to be changed back.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:58 pm
Karei wrote:Nice chapter I suppose, and a decent length too. As it was though, it was rather anti-climactic.
I'm just disappointed that the neko-ken didn't make an appearance. I kept expecting Ranma to "go cat" and start shredding the cage, and Cuvier, and his goons, and even Batman. I would have much rather seen Terry be given a big fight with a super powered snow leopard before finally subduing Ranma and taking her back to Bruce to be changed back.
Ranma literally was going "cat", so having Terry fight a purely cat Ranma wouldn't be that interesting. He'd just be rounding up a scared animal. Cuvier also screwed up Ranma's coordination to stop her from hurting herself until she was fully changed, at which point she'd be just another animal in a cage.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by Karei » Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:00 pm
LawOhki wrote:Ranma literally was going "cat", so having Terry fight a purely cat Ranma wouldn't be that interesting. He'd just be rounding up a scared animal. Cuvier also screwed up Ranma's coordination to stop her from hurting herself until she was fully changed, at which point she'd be just another animal in a cage.
On the contrary, I disagree. You could certainly work the neko-ken into this scene. The fear causing it, could be a subconscious primal terror that could still exist within the simpler mind of an animal, even if the animal no longer comprehends why it's afraid of its own self. Thusly the neko-ken could be triggered. In this case, Terry has to round up a super powered scared animal, which in my opinion, would be much more interesting.
As for the drug messing with her coordination, you could work around that as well. Ranma has a much higher metabolism than normal people. (Have you seen how much he eats? He certainly burns through a lot of energy, so he needs it.) Surely drugs and chemicals get pushed through her system a lot faster as well.
In any case, this is still an interesting story. I'm just offering some suggestions, but you're the author, so whatever you decide.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by KonokoHasano » Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:05 pm
On the contrary, I disagree. You could certainly work the neko-ken into this scene. The fear causing it, could be a subconscious primal terror that could still exist within the simpler mind of an animal, even if the animal no longer comprehends why it's afraid of its own self. Thusly the neko-ken could be triggered. In this case, Terry has to round up a super powered scared animal, which in my opinion, would be much more interesting.
One can't really move all that well when they are sedated and unable to physically function properly. While there is a fear that could cause them to WANT to, their body wouldn't respond all that well.
As for the drug messing with her coordination, you could work around that as well. Ranma has a much higher metabolism than normal people. (Have you seen how much he eats? He certainly burns through a lot of energy, so he needs it.) Surely drugs and chemicals get pushed through her system a lot faster as well.
Ranma recovers quickly, yes, but this is all happening in an instant, and it hasn't given Ranma enough time to recover from it.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:11 pm
Karei wrote:As for the drug messing with her coordination, you could work around that as well. Ranma has a much higher metabolism than normal people. (Have you seen how much he eats? He certainly burns through a lot of energy, so he needs it.) Surely drugs and chemicals get pushed through her system a lot faster as well.
No, the splicing formula does not work based off metabolism. It's a highly controlled change, this happens, then this, and so on. Cuvier later in the episode becomes a grotesque monstrosity when he is injected with too much of the formula causing the changes to become uncontrollable.
I specifically switched from Ranma's perspective to leave open the kind of horror thoughts that were running through her head, which even if she was in the grips of the neko-ken, would have been unable to do anything.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by Karei » Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:37 pm
That was just an example anyway, to point out that it can be done if you work at it.
I think the neko-ken should at least be mentioned, even if nothing comes of it because of an uncoordinated body. I'm just saying that it's rather disappointing that the opportunity to put in the neko-ken was completely glossed over.
Can you really tell me that it wouldn't be fun to watch Terry and Bruce being vexed by such a thing as the neko-ken?
I think the neko-ken should at least be mentioned, even if nothing comes of it because of an uncoordinated body. I'm just saying that it's rather disappointing that the opportunity to put in the neko-ken was completely glossed over.
Can you really tell me that it wouldn't be fun to watch Terry and Bruce being vexed by such a thing as the neko-ken?
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:51 pm
Karei wrote:That was just an example anyway, to point out that it can be done if you work at it.
I think the neko-ken should at least be mentioned, even if nothing comes of it because of an uncoordinated body. I'm just saying that it's rather disappointing that the opportunity to put in the neko-ken was completely glossed over.
Can you really tell me that it wouldn't be fun to watch Terry and Bruce being vexed by such a thing as the neko-ken?
It won't be mentioned since Ranma wouldn't remember it if it happened, and like Terry really wouldn't remember what happened while in that spliced state. Terry in the series was injected with a serum that turned him into a man-bat like the original series. He didn't remember his actions while in that state.
The neko-ken does come up later for another reason, as I've already written ahead. But Ranma is unlikely ever to go into that state.
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And Ranma didn't have an exactly cat like face, like this, the woman who was helping them at the institute. I'm trying to think of a better way to describe it than what I have.
One more thing about the neko-ken, without the Tendo's, and Kuno's fixation on finding his weakspot, it never became public knowledge. That means he didn't have extra added traumatic experiences to help his fear.
Look at Ranma's reaction after finding himself surrounded by cats the first time, he was loopy, but he didn't scream and run in terror. Later on a single cat surprising him is enough to send him running for the hills. Obviously this is Takahashi using it for cheap thrills, but I'm going with the theory that the over exposure early on upped his sensitivity.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by Neko- » Wed Oct 21, 2009 3:42 am
With Ranma's deep rooted fear of cats... I can imagine the eyes alone would become a focal point and actually trigger the fear... Which was what I was expecting... I was actually amazed he took it as 'par for the course' the way it was portrayed...
Kind of what Todd Hill pulled in Careful Destiny part 6:
Then again... said individual actually dressed up like a car with ears and bodypaint and such, so there was some pre-work done to guide the way to the Neko-Ken. Didn't help she actually purred in his ear either...
Kind of what Todd Hill pulled in Careful Destiny part 6:
Looking into her eyes, he noticed for the first time that her green irises were shaped like a feline's instead of a human girl's. At that moment his mind lost complete control and in desperation it retreated to the one thing that would help him cope.
He meowed.
Then again... said individual actually dressed up like a car with ears and bodypaint and such, so there was some pre-work done to guide the way to the Neko-Ken. Didn't help she actually purred in his ear either...
The lines of orange, white and black that covered her were placed in an unmistakably and frighteningly realistic depiction of an African Tiger. She wiggled her nose, manipulating six black lines painted on her cheeks that were meant to resemble cat whiskers. The ears that she placed atop her head added further to the realism of her portrayal of a wildcat.
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Re: Untitled Batman Beyond Crossover
by LawOhki » Wed Oct 21, 2009 9:38 am
Neko- wrote:With Ranma's deep rooted fear of cats... I can imagine the eyes alone would become a focal point and actually trigger the fear... Which was what I was expecting... I was actually amazed he took it as 'par for the course' the way it was portrayed...
Kind of what Todd Hill pulled in Careful Destiny part 6:
Then again... said individual actually dressed up like a car with ears and bodypaint and such, so there was some pre-work done to guide the way to the Neko-Ken. Didn't help she actually purred in his ear either...
Really a snow leopard eyes aren't the stereotypical vertical slit eyes, they look more round.
http://www.ryanphotographic.com/images/ ... rd%202.jpg
Where as house cats have fairly pronounced slit eyes.
http://media.photobucket.com/image/hous ... CN1690.jpg
So really all Ranma is seeing is just a change in color, and the shape around becoming more like a cats. While everything else Ranma noticed looked cat-like, there wasn't a comment on the eyes aside from the color change.
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