Greetings!
Heya, Morgan!
Sorry for the lateness, but RL has come back with a vegeance. I hate that
thing!
BTW, you keep sending these babies late at night--and I keep trying to start
C&Cing as soon as I get it. So don't complain if this C&C is plagued with
idle comments and witticisms. That's all my tired brain can produce at
such hours. ^_^
Boy, this one took me forever, didn't it? I wish I could say that the next
one will be faster, but things have been piling up in RL. If I don't deal
with them soon, they will fall on top of me, and I could hurt my typing
hand. ^_^
Forever? You don't know the _real_ meaning of that word--just wait for me to
finish something again and you'll see how wrong you were.
Anyway, we all know what comes next, right? This is where I throw away my
last shreds of dignity and downright PLEAD for C&C. Trust me, if I have to
pick between self-respect and getting a response from you people, my
self-respect goes out the window. It's fun, and easy! Just click that
"Reply" button, or copy my address from the "Cc:" line of this very
message.
Why, I even mention my e-mail address in the opening of the fic itself.
It's not just there to take up space, people : drop me a line!
Well, that certainly works at times. However, I'm sure the fact that this is
one of the best fanfics out there helps to increase the amount of C&C you
get. I, for one, _have_ to send some comments. It's the only way I can stop
feeling guilty, as it doesn't seem fair to enjoy this wonderful story and
don't give anything in exchange.
<whew!> Anyway, now that that ugly bit of business is over with, I'd
better tell you all where to find earlier chapters of my fic. 'Cause if I
don't, Latin D will yell at me. ^_^
Heheh. I'd never yell at you--more like I'd remind you about it in my C&C
and then make fun of your terrible memory. ^_^
Anyway, my fic is located at
http://dataraven_659.tripod.com/roninsummer.html
and at
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Underworld/4709/roninsummer1.html
And I WILL put Dark Crusade up there, some day. Until I do, you'll have to
ask for them from me personally, or go to Crossover Corner,
which is at http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Shores/5533/index.html
(thanks Joy! ^_^). It's even got a bunch of other really wonderful
crossover stories of all shapes and sizes. ^_~
Crossovers, I love them! The world needs more crossovers, so get to write,
FFMLers!
Now, all that is aside and over with, so let's get on with the story!
Yeah, let's find things to nitpick, errors to criticize, jokes to make up,
typos to correct, and so on, and so on.
But, first, remember that I'm almost a delirious man, and that I'm badly
needing a long nap, so if any of my comments doesn't make sense to you, snip
it and let it be (which is a extremely peculiar way of saying: all comments
IMHO). Ah, I'm C&Cing as I go along.
Without further ado...
Too Much Free Time Productions
in association with
Winter break's Days Off
and Nitpicker Power Enhanced
presents
(NOT SO) INSIGHTFUL C&C ON
RONIN SUMMER : DARK CRUSADE
A Sailor Moon / Yoroiden Samurai Troopers cross-over
by Morgan Hudson (dataraven_659@excite.com)
Chapter Seven : A Brief Calm
What? No action in this chapter? No bloodbath? No powerful attacks?
Awwww... ^_^
Kujuurou Sasaki stared at his reflection. It was not an ugly
face, in fact a face that many might have called handsome. He wasn't
Um, I don't think this comma is right. Maybe a semicolon (oh, if Larry knew
I'm correcting other people in the usage of semicolons... ^_^), as in:
"It was not an ugly face; in fact, many might have called it handsome."
a bishounen, by any stretch of the imagination, but his rugged
Now, I don't know whether "bishounen" can be used as a noun or not, but I
think that as an adjective it would sound better, anyway. Just drop the "a".
features were far from unpleasant. A scar in the shape of a cross
graced his left cheek, nearly bisecting his eye, but its mark had been
on him for so long that he usually didn't even notice it.
That is, until he decided to shave himself. Damn, he couldn't believe how
many times he had reopened that wound...
His eyes
were green, and had that same strange, piercing quality shared in the
gaze of all Masho.
If the Masho's gaze have something in common is that you _really_ don't want
to see it in a dark alley--nor in well-lit shopping mall, for that matter.
And, BTW, aren't Setsuna's eyes green, too? They do have a story in common,
that I imagine comes from long ago. Maybe Anubis is Setsuna's father...?
Perhaps, he reflected, it was part of having served
Arago, and surrendered their souls to the Demon Lord for so long.
Perhaps it was just the result of four hundred and fifty long, hard
years.
And perhaps it was just the soft contact lenses he had been using for more
than a decade now. There was nothing wrong with his sight, of course; being
a magically-enhanced being definitely had its advantages. But he had never
liked the color of his eyes, so he had to resort to that wonderful lenses,
that had worked its own magic in a very special way. NOW he had cool eyes,
worth of your typical hero/villain. After all, what kind of warrior had
dull,
brown eyes? He was thankful that horror had been left behind once and for
all.
God bless contact lenses.
He was not a vain man, and it had literally been years since
he bothered examining his own features. Why bother, when he was
"...since he had last bothered..." maybe? So to keep the same tense
throughout the sentence.
Was repeating "bother" intentional?
ageless?
Gee, my grandmother could sure use some of that stuff... How do you call it
again? Yoroi, was it?
His reflection, now that he had met it once again, was no
different than it had been five years ago. Or fifty years ago, for
that matter. This was different, however. He was meeting his Empress
again, and even before she had proposed to him, that had always been
a reason to shine his claws.
Shine your claws? Go take a bath, you stinking excuse of a Masho!
Sorry, don't know what's happening to me today. Scroll forward and close
your eyes; everything should be fine. ^_^
He exhaled, and the fog of his breath distorted the man staring
back at him from the surface of the blade. The ragged edge of his torn
cape served well enough as a cloth, the silken fabric gliding over the
almost slippery metal of the claw. It was usually one of three, locked
into the armoured end of his metal gauntlet and each the length of a
small sword. At the moment, it was one of two, the middle blade having
been snapped off at its mid-point.
How DO you repair one of these things? I doubt it has a warranty...
That fact alone would have
distressed Kujuurou Sasaki, were he the kind of man to got distressed.
"...to get distressed."
The man most called Anubis knew he was not. He had always been
"...mostly called..." perhaps? I'm really not sure, and this could be simply
a stylistic issue.
the kind of man who got angry, instead. And, he thought with a wolfish
smile as he slipped through the shadows of the forest, at least he had
held his own against his opponent, and the other half of that claw was
currently lodged in the man's right kidney.
Ouch. Pedri is gonna be sooooo angry...
His armour would return to
him whole and unmarred, when next he called it, but that pain should
stay with Thraw for some days yet to come.
Ah, forget what I said before. This thing is great! I want a yoroi!
And maybe it'd sound better without the "some" in this last sentence. Just a
suggestion.
Thraw had been a big man, and even tougher than he had looked.
Anubis made a note of that for next time, and began planning ways to
make the big man more his size. Perhaps it was the wolf in him, but
he had always been fond of hamstrings... one strike was all it took
"One strike..."
to end a fight, if that strike was well-placed and well-timed, and it
would leave the prey alive. Not that he intended that as a mercy.
Hangman's Hundred Handed Horrifier! YAY!
Anubis smiled again. Quite the opposite, actually.
The last bushes parted, and he hung in their shadows for a
moment, savouring the presence of his Empress. Her perfume, even from
across the clearing, tantalised his sensitive nose and filled with a
I think there's something amiss here. "...filled him with..." or something,
maybe?
sense of calm. Lilacs, he reflected, with a slight hint of honeysuckle,
blending with a scent that was uniquely her own and had nothing to do
with perfume. There was a trace of fear in that scent, he noted, and,
in case it was for him, he decided he had waited long enough. His
invisibility dropped from him like an old cloak he had grown weary of,
and he took the last step into the clearing.
Heh. Good description of the odor! I could almost sense it myself!
And it seems Anubis has some romance in him. Wow.
Kayura lunged across the space between them with a speed and
surety even he would have been hard pressed to match, and latched onto
Hard-pressed?
him as if their armour had become magnetised. He stumbled back ever
so slightly, then wrapped his arms around her. Kayura buried her head
between the curved blades on his chestplate and tightened her grip
around his waist.
"Go ahead," Kayura mumbled into his chest, "say it and get it
over with, Kujuurou Sasaki. You know you want to. I messed up."
Inwardly, she sighed. Anubis was always bothering her about being too
careless, warning her that she took too many risks, and then she had
gone and proven him right on every single count. This was going to be
the lecture to end all lectures, and if she had to receive an official
brow-beating in front of her own people, she wanted it over as soon as
possible.
ANUBIS: Okay. You messes up. Big time.
KAJURA: You're right, sorry. By the way, you're sleeping in the coach
tonight.
ANUBIS: Oh, c'mon Kayu-chan, it was a jok--
KAYURA: Make it tonight and tomorrow's night.
"Welcome back," he said gruffly, and released her. Turning to
his left, he stared at the upside-down helmet of Jirougorou Kuroda.
The head within the helmet was also upside-down, which made sense,
as the man in question was hanging from a tree branch by his feet.
"Congratulations, Rajura. Your plan went off without a hitch."
"Of course it did." The Masho of Deception almost looked
confused for a moment, his one blue eye widening slightly. "You mean,"
he asked in an exaggerated tone of shock, "you actually thought it
might not?"
"It was a wonderful plan," Kayura admitted, then levelled a
somewhat less than friendly glare in Rajura's direction. "I was
Less-than-friendly? I always wondered if these compound adjectives ought to
be hyphenated...
especially surprised," she said coldly, "to learn that I had managed
to call in my blood marker on Setsuna Meioh without even being present
or aware."
Rajura shrugged. "It is amazing," he said evasively, "the
conclusions some people reach when given incomplete information. I
merely reminded her that the debt existed, and said that you were
in trouble. Our dear pet Setsuna knew full well I had no power over
that marker. Whatever assumptions she decided to reach are her own
problem."
"My God," Haruka Ten'ou said, as she and her two team-mates
Well, Setsuna IS one of her teammates (to hyphen, or not to hyphen... THAT
is the question), so, perhaps:
"...as she and two of her teammates..."
entered the clearing. "Is there ANY blood left in your ice water, or
did you just switch over completely?" Standing slightly behind the
tall blonde Senshi, Michiru Kaioh nodded and placed her hands of the
shoulders of Hotaru Tomoe, who was currently an exact double of Empress
Kayura. The trio had arrived just barely in time to hear the last of
what Rajura had to say, and clearly didn't like it.
RAJURA: Nope, it's all ice water. Why?
HARUKA: Well, the Senshi had a bet about that, and it seems Setsuna got
lucky. Again.
"Setsuna," Rajura called into the underbrush, "your little
dog is yapping at me. I suggest you muzzle her, before I am forced to
put her to heel."
SETSUNA: Okay, okay, you're right. Come here, Haruka.
HARUKA: Warf!
SETSUNA: Good girl. Now go chase some youma or something. We humans need
some peace, okay?
HARUKA: Warf, warf!
Dressed in the black and white fuku of Sailor Pluto, Setsuna
Meioh stepped gracefully into the clearing. The filtered sunlight of
midday cut through the omnipresent shade of the tree canopy in shafts,
some of which caught and reflected from the golden tiara she wore.
With an almost reflexive gesture, she lifted one arm and brushed back
her long emerald tresses, causing the thick mane to sway behind her,
billowing like a cape in the slight breeze that swirled between the
trees.
And that, my fellow FFMLers, is what I call a classy entrance. Good work!
"I suppose I had better intrude," she said calmly, walking
past Rajura as he dangled from the tree branch above her with almost
total indifference. "After all," she tossed over her shoulder as she
walked towards the other Outer Senshi, "I would hate to see a repeat
of what happened in 1569."
Rajura fell out of the tree. With a loud thump, his armoured
form slammed into the ground head first, then toppled onto his back.
Laying on a bed of dead pine needles, the Spider Masho shakily pushed
himself onto his elbows. "I really, truly am ashamed for you," he said
after catching his breath. "Naming a random year and expecting me to
confess to some unspecified event? A child wouldn't fall for that
kind of trick. I have absolutely no idea what you refer to."
"Really?" Setsuna glanced back at the shaken Masho of
Deception and grinned wickedly. "I suppose then, that the name Hanako
would mean nothing to you."
Yeah, give the bastard what he deserves! Go, Setsuna!
Sorry.
"Absolutely nothing," Rajura spat between his clenched teeth,
I think this "his" is superfluous, unless he's being _really_ offensive
towards Setsuna. ^_^
<FIRST SNIP OF THE NIGHT... AND IT'S A VERY SMALL ONE!>
"Whatever you meant," Haruka noted as she and the other two
Senshi joined Setsuna, "it sure seemed to rub old Spiderman the wrong
way. What were you talking about?"
Now THAT's a spamfic I wouldn't mind reading. Kajura as Spiderman. Hah!
"Nothing important," Setsuna said, a little too quickly. "I
merely know the circumstances under which he received his yoroi. They
are not events he likes to think on, I would guess."
Kayura shuddered slightly and ran her hands over the black
armour plating that sheathed her body. It was hers, but only because
its original owner had passed it to her, and died soon thereafter.
Shutendoji had not exactly passed away peacefully in bed, either.
"Those are events, she said softly, "that very few of us like to think
Missing quotes after "events."
on overmuch." The Oni yoroi glowed with golden light, then faded to
leave her in a form-fitting suit of grey armour.
Anubis closed his eyes behind his scarlet face mask, and the
brown and black Yami yoroi he possessed crackled with shadowy energy,
enveloping him in its web and fading to leave him clad in the same
form-fitting style of armour that Samurai Troopers referred to as their
"...that the Samurai...", mayhap?
'undergear'. Decidedly less feminine than Kayura's, his was also a
bright crimson to her dull grey. Moving quickly, he turned and caught
Kayura as her knees gave way and she crumpled. Cradling the young
Empress in his arms, he sank to his knees and set her down gently
on the soft earth. He could feel a familiar weariness set into his
bones, and knew it was to be expected. The fight with Thraw, plus the
escape afterwards, had taken too much out of him. Eyes slowly closing,
he lay next to Kayura and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Sailor Neptune raised one eyebrow quizzically and glanced over
at Sailor Uranus. "I wonder what brought that on?" she asked, and
Haruka shrugged.
"Maybe it's just nap time." The tall Senshi scratched the back
of her head and stifled a yawn behind one glove. "Come to think of it,"
she muttered, "I'm about ready to crash, myself." The navy and gold
fuku of Sailor Uranus melted into a conservative boy's school uniform.
Pulling off the stiff-collared jacket, Haruka folded it into a
makeshift pillow and tossed it onto the ground. Ruffling her short
blonde hair with one hand, she unbuttoned her starched shirt enough
...for us readers get hentai thoughts.
O_o Goooood description. Keep it up! ^_^
<OH-SO-TINY AND ALMOST-NOT-NOTICEABLE SNIP>
"Well," she said softly, "if you aren't tired, then why don't
we both stand guard?" Leading the smaller girl, Setsuna walked over
to a convenient tree and sat down with her back to it. Looking up at
Sailor Saturn, she patter the ground next to her. "Have a seat, child.
Typo: patted (there HAD to be one of these somewhere ^_~)
UNLESS you're using the verb 'patter'. IIRC, it's a regular verb, and thus
ought to be written as 'pattered'.
<TYPOSNIP>
It wasn't going to be easy, Setsuna thought to herself as she
idly stroked Hotaru's hair. They were up against foes they knew less
than nothing about, and who seemed to have the advantage in both
numbers and power. She smiled. If Toshitada were there, he would have
Toshitada? Whossat? Shutendoji? You have to stop using the Japanese names,
Morgan. I hate to be kept guessing. ^_^
argued that it merely seemed that way because he was pacing himself.
She wished he was with them.
I _think_ this is called foreshadowing, ne? ^_^
**********
Toshitada Koma fought the urge to sneeze as he examined his
surroundings. His long red hair stirred in the breeze, and he brushed
a few stray locks out of his way with an irritated sniff. Knitting
his arched eyebrows together, he crouched low and tried again to take
stock of where he was.
The landscape looked like something from the tenth circle of
hell. Fires burned in shallow craters, a thick sulphurous smoke choked
the sky, and the ground was a boggy grey muck that sucked at the man's
patent leather shoes as if it planned to devour them. It was not
quite the kind of place he had expected to wind up in, but then he
supposed dreams were getting stranger than when he was young.
Noting that the muck had coated his hand when he set it down
"...he had set it down..."
to balance himself, he wiped it clean on the leg of his jeans.
Standing, he slid his thumbs through his belt loops and began to stride
deeper into the fantasy. The sounds of battle were nearby, so he
decided it was a good a place as any to find who he was looking for.
"...as good a place as any...", right?
<SNIP!>
"In about three seconds," he said simply, "you are going to
make me cross." An arctic wind would have appeared warm in comparison
to the look in his sharp blue eyes. "Now I suggest you sit down and
wait your turn while you still have one." The ogre whimpered slightly
and sat, clapping both hands over its mouth. "Yes," the man once called
Shutendoji admitted reasonably, "you WERE here first. I cut in line.
Do you want to have a problem with that?" The ogre shook its head.
"Wise choice."
Heheheh. I'm beginning to like this guy.
Hotaru lowered her glaive and looked at the man standing before
her. He was tall, but lean, his body exhibiting a feeling of speed and
agility, rather than strength. He had an aristocratic cast to his
features, with a sharp, hawk-like nose and piercing blue eyes. His hair
easily reached the small of his back, and for some odd reason he
reminded her of Setsuna. "You're not part of my dream," she asked him
nervously, "are you?"
SHUTENDOJI: *grin* I'm not a dream, or an illusion. Setsuna will agree, I'm
sure.
"Only in a sense." Toshitada smiled as warmly as he knew how.
He had been getting quite bored, waiting in the Gates of Time, until
he had remembered an offhand comment Setsuna had made about her
daughter Hotaru Tomoe. He felt it was only right to see the child, and
besides, he HAD been bored. "Do you know who I am?"
"No, sir."
"Well, then we must have a lot of catching up to do. I am...
an old friend... of your mother." That went as far as he cared to,
concerning his relationship with Setsuna. I may be dead, he thought to
himself, but she is still my wife. Had Sailor Pluto even considered
the implications of that? He certainly had, which was why he was here.
After all, Hotaru Tomoe was the daughter of Setsuna Meioh. So,
as Setsuna's husband, that made Toshitada Koma her father. And he had
every intention of being an involved parent.
FOUR PARENTS? Jun doesn't stand a chance...
<SSSSSSNIP!>
The girl in the dark blue fuku began to sniffle, her lower
lip trembling, and Thunderstorm rolled her eyes. Pushing past the
armoured forms of Kayura's Imperial Guard, Sailor Lightstorm intervened
and draped an arm over Icestorm's shoulders.
Now that I think about it, what happened to Firestorm (that was the name,
right?), Rei's counterpart? Is she imprisoned? Then why didn't Kayura rescue
her?
<GEE, I DON'T HAVE MUCH TO SAY, IT SEEMS>
"True," Nasuti confessed, "it feels a little weird without
Isn't it: ...confessed. "It... ?
them, but I wouldn't be so quick to discount the people we have with
us. The Masho are pretty strong themselves, and I'm sure the Outer
Senshi are at least as powerful. As for kicking the slime out of those
creatures-" she frowned. "I seem to recall you trying to do a bit of
She frowned.
that yourself."
Jun shrugged, and quickly caught Naaza before the man could
slide off of his back. "Ah," he said with a dismissive gesture, "that
was nothing. One of them had the drop on Sailor Lightstorm, so I
tackled it. No big deal."
"VERY big deal, Jun. I happen to be responsible for you, and
you're taking risks you shouldn't." Nasuti was going to continue her
lecture, then noticed that Jun had plugged his fingers in his ears.
"Very funny. The fact of the matter is that you and I are not powerful
enough to fight youma or youja bare-handed. If you don't start being
a little more careful, you're going to get hurt."
Um, it seems we'll see more of Jun in the next chapters.
"I'm not a child, Nasuti, and you're not my mother, no matter
HOW much you try to act like it." Jun scowled at the older woman, who
looked back at him in shock. "It's true, Nasuti. I can take care of
myself, okay? You were there when I won the Nationals! I'm the best
kendoist my age in ALL OF JAPAN!
KUNO: Silence, knave!
I'm not stupid : know exactly how
I'm not sure the colon goes here, but, anyway, wouldn't it be: ...stupid : I
know... ?
immortal I'm not. But if one of my friends is in trouble, I'm GOING to
help them, and I don't care what you or anybody else says about it!"
With a curse, he dropped Naaza onto the ground and rubbed his lower
back. "Could someone else please carry Snake-Lips for a while? He's
getting pretty heavy."
<SNIP A COUPLA PARAGRAPHS>
Jun chuckled. "You really don't know Hotaru that well, do you?"
LOL! A Death, Reborn, Revolution and they won't have any more problems....
You _have_ to use that attack someday, my friend. Pleeeeaaaase? ^_~
<SNIPSNIP!>
Holts clapped slowly. "Nice," she said, "I give it an eight out
...said. "I...
of ten on the rampage scale. If you really wanted to impress me, you
should have cracked the anvil in half with your head... like you did
last time."
Thraw scowled and looked over at the heavy iron anvil sitting
unscathed in the corner of his room. "But I need my anvil," he argued.
"How else will I forge my weapons? And it took far too long to replace
the last one. Plus, I fractured my skull, and I'm not really mad
enough to do that again." In fact, he had to admit, he was feeling much
better already.
Holts looked down at the small bonsai she was holding. "I
suppose this little guy is safe with you again." Looking utterly bored,
she handed the miniature tree back to her brother. "You know, Pedri
was so mad when he heard about your screw up, steam nearly shot out
of his ears. I'm surprised he didn't kill you again. Or at least beat
"AGAIN?!" I think there's something you're not telling us...
you senseless, not that it's a far way to go."
"No," Thraw grumbled, "Brother Pedri felt that I needed a more
object lesson. From this day forward, he will come to me to receive my
reports. Mother no longer wishes to see me." His voice faltered a
little, and Holts winced. Ignored by Mother? Most of them would rather
take the beating. Which reminded her...
Well, I, for one, would love to be ignored by Mother, if the other choice is
losing a year. Who understands these loony siblings?
"Hey, Erdge is awake."
"Erdge?" Thraw looked a bit disoriented.
"Yeah, you know... our sister? Blonde hair, long braid? Dresses
in leather? Taller than me- oh, wait, that's everybody. Never mind."
Holts pouted. "The point is that our sister Erdge, the Erdge I've been
keeping in my room for the past day, AND caring for tirelessly, not
that I ever get any thanks for it- wait. I'm getting off track
again. The point is she's awake."
Thraw blinked. "Erdge is awake?"
Holts narrowed all four of her catlike eyes and frowned.
Y'know, you used "hawk-like" somewhere up there. If that word is hyphenated,
why shouldn't this one? Or maybe it's one of those things that make me love
English so much... ^_^
"That's what I just said. I haven't slept in MINUTES, and I'm a little
bit edgy, so you might want to just tell me whether you want to see
her before I get upset." She would have looked quite threatening, if
she hadn't been staring him in the chest. Thraw chuckled despite
himself. The very idea of his sister Holts -who weighed perhaps eighty
pounds after a big meal and was too lazy to even lift her head without
good reason- actually doing something as physically active as smacking
him almost made him want to see her try. She'd probably stop for a
nap halfway through her swing and forget where she had left off, he
decided, and just nodded.
This is too leading. I bet she's the best fighter of the siblings and
deathly as Rambo in a killing frenzy--but you won't show us that until the
very end.
Or am I reading too much between lines? ^_^
<SNIPS ARE EVIL--BUT USEFUL>
"Fine," Thraw concurred. He made careful note of the fact that
Pedri had made no such rules about a certain Wolf Masho. He smiled
toothily and felt his spine straighten slightly as he marched alongside
his little sister Holts. Payback, people often said, was a bitch. Thraw
had never understood that phrase. To him, payback was breath, food,
the very blood that ran so hotly through his veins. It was vengeance,
the purest, simplest act of justice known to any creature living. He
Living creature? Or is this a nitpick? ^_^
loved payback. He WAS payback. Payback was fun.
"Good times ahead," Thraw rumbled, "and that means BAD times
...rumbled. "And...
for you, Anubis of the Masho..."
**********
To Be Continued...
...so Latin_D will be happy, happy he says.
Gee, I'm running out of words to praise your work, Morgan. Good, great,
interesting, exciting, wonderful... all of them have been mentioned before,
and they're all fitting.
I really want to know what you're going to do with Yun and Hotaru, and how
Shutendoji fits in the story arc. And I wanna see the other siblings!
Now, my friend, know that I going for my prom trip tomorrow, and I'm not
returning till August the 14th. What do you say you keep from posting
till that date, eh? So I get the chapters hot from the oven. ^_^
Er, guys, guys, it was just a joke. Really. C'mon, people, cut if off.
Please! *runs away from the lynch mob of RS fans that won't wait a day more
than necessary*
See you!
Latin_D