Hey,
Amazing how often I actually reply publically to FFML mail when it comes
closer to finals time at Uni.
In response, Mai twisted in mid-air, making her plunge face first towards
the pole instead of feet first. Just as she was poised directly above the
spike, her face no more than six inches away, she lashed out with her hands
and grabbed onto the portion of the bamboo below the sharpened piece of
metal. It took a great deal of muscle, but she managed to arrest her
decent. By the time she had stopped her falling motion, her face was no
more than three inches away from the point of the spike.
And then, this move having been anticipated, the spike shoots out another
six inches.
This was good. <G> D.B. should make the spike belatedly pop up after she's
hopped to the next bamboo pole.
Speaking of... I know the bamboo poles are on rocks on lava... Wouldn't
the heat be enough to cause the bamboo to "flame on"? I've been within a
few feet of flowing lava and it's damn hot. Had to step back a few paces...
It took Takeo a moment to regain control of his emotions. He carefully
examined each of the girls. Mai, Tai, and *shudder* Bobbie Joe (oh how he
loathed his idiot niece for giving the girl that stupid gaijin name.) At
least everyone just called her B.J., but even then, that led to some pretty
vulgar jokes for which she would continually beat people up.
Vulgar jokes? Do tell, that's a new one for me. My Mom's nickname is
BJ.
Erm. *cough* it rhymes with felatio.
Her sister, Tai, was exactly the opposite. The girl was voluptuous, with
enormous breasts that she insisted on showing off as much and as often as
she could.
So enduring her was more a matter of testicular fortitude?
"Have I mentioned how large and perky my breasts are, today?
*thrusts chest out*
"See!"
The only response was the sound of her granduncle's body hitting the
floor. She wasn't sure if it was due to bloody nose (why did that always
happen to him?) or the repeated banging of his head on the nearby rock
wall.
The thousands of
sequins caught the lighting in the room just right to allow B.J. to glow
like a shining star.
Just what every ninja needed to sneak around inconspicuously.
Was she perhaps disguised as the 300 pound disco ball that fell on Boy
George a few months back? Target... missed.
"It would have been a glamorous way to go."
Takeo was regarded by many to be
the best ninja of his and the previous generations, which he had proven
time and again by succeeding in every task that was set before him, and
then in all of the goals he set for himself. In time, growing bored with a
And yet his niece could easily carve him up should anything happen to her
daughters? ala. Akane bashing Ranma whenever she feels like?
The problem wasn't in their
inherent ability to do any job; it was in their inherent ability to mess up
any job, in spite of their skills.
I'm envisioning Mihoshi here.
"I know it's common for a student, upon
completing the final obstacle course, to graduate and become an official
ninja with a diploma and everything,
We are an ultra-secret society.... who have copyrighted our name. We
are the *dramatic pause* The White_Desicated_Head_Bones!
Dark runes etched in a dry, flaky, red substance marred the surface of
the doors.
Yet more victims of the Taco Bell Forced Bodily Expulsion technique.
"Unusual museum," Ukyou commented as she crossed the threshold with the
others.
"I thought museums were supposed to be scary and unapproachable by the
public."
Ranma considered that. "Since this is a big museum, and we're going to have
to deal with multiple opponents, I think we should split up into teams and
cover more ground that way."
-_- It's Scream all over again.
Or better yet: Scary Movie.
"I don't care," Ranma said. "Split up however you want, but it's just going
to be Ryouga and me as a team."
Let's team our two strongest members together and have following groups
delegated by relative weakness. Makes for good scenes of groups being taken
down from weakest to strongest until the final showdown.
I swear I'll get around to my own, original critique... eventually.
Warr
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