Four weeks.
It took you four weeks to find it.
But here you are.
Honestly, you knew you shouldn't have brought Porky along with you. Everyone told you not to. Drizzt told you. Ender told you. Cadel told you... He's famous for it. No-one else in fiction has his sense of direction.
But he demanded, and you will admit he's got power in his charm. It's a hellova lot easier to convince a girl to get back to the group with a cute little pig along.
If it matters, you aren't Ranma. Let's make that abundantly clear. That little shit wouldn't be let anywhere near the Grimm Order. With his temper?... Well, he'd fit right in, to be honest. But the Anime side of the Cistern already has enough structural damage, it doesn't need any more, and that's sure to-
Oh, whatever. There's your target. Shortish, as is usual with Animes. Luckily this one shouldn't add to the damage in the A wing, but you never know with these types.
Her hair is cut shoulder length, her clothes are oddly conservative for this genre (though you figure'd it would be this way. Slice of lifes usually have less fanservicy-ones), and she's wearing a rediculous straw hat. The new college student seems to be enjoying time with friends. Good for -fucking- her. YOU have Porky.
"Hey, that's her!" he oinks, about five minutes to late. It comes through in the odd accent that the translator ring gives it. If you try, you can pick out the base language behind it, but the ring works on making you understand and be understood, not on changing what people say. "We need to go get her! HEY! HEY OSAKA! HEY! HEY LISTEN!"
"Oh will you shut up." You shove Porky further into your backpack to muffle his excited squeals. "Dammit, Porky, we need to approach her quietly and not at all weird like a fucking talking pig and his magical courier."
"It's Ryoga!" Porky protests.
"Doesn't matter anyways, here they come. Quick, glasses me." Porky tosses a pair of sunglasses from your pack, which twirl through the air and directly into your hand, where they make a sharp click and bounce onto the ground. Dammit.
You pick up your sunglasses and put them on but the effect is ruined. Porky noticed, the translator ring kindly making sure you know that squealing was laughter. You have sudden urge for ham.
Osaka seems to have noticed you. Unfortunately, so have her friends. You're wearing sunglasses and a nice suit though, so it shouldn't take much to convince her to go off alone so long as a miniature pig doesn't poke his black head out ofyour backpack.
"Hi!" The ring translates for you from the original Japanese.
And then a miniature pig pokes his black head out of your backpack.
Congratulations sir, it's a bouncing little debacle. You think you better fix this fast!
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