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And on to this:
Eclipse of the Moon 2: Purification Day
Chapter 6
What has gone before: Violence, sarcasm, and girls in short skirts,
everything that makes life fun.
Or at least what passes for fun.
far one of the, if not the, best cooks in Juuban Middle
School. It has also been suggested that Kino Makoto was
also one of the most violent girls in Juuban Middle School.
But the question on everyone's mind was 'is she the sluttiest girl in Juuban
Middle School?' :)
Before her introduction and rapidly following
friendship with Tsukino Usagi she had still been an
accomplished chef. Similarly, afterwards, her fighting
skills had suffered no serious decline.
One would think they had improved, if anything.
yet still decidedly feminine student's combative energies
had been reallocated towards the life and death struggles
she engaged in with those who wished to subject the world
to their dark whims.
Ah. Politicians then.
This is not to say she was not willing
unwilling
still possessed the ability and willingness to allow
certain habits and aptitudes of her past to resurface.
Not the crossdressing, but other more esoteric pursuits.
In short, three wanna-be-bullies ran like hell, crying
for their mothers as Makoto snorted in disgust. "Sheesh.
The nerve. Picking on a little kid like that for just
seventy five yen.
Makoto would not have shook him down for less than a hundred.
The child looked up excited. "Really? That would be---
oh wait. What about them?" The boy indicated four girls
standing not fifty feet away and smiling among themselves.
"More people to beat the hell out of,' Makoto grinned, not recogniczing the
other senshi.
The young man smiled once more, even wider than
before, and darted off, already beginning to swagger as he
decided how to tell his friends of his glorious victory.
With spring in his step, he disappeared around a corner and
was gone.
As the T-2000 blew him away.
They proceeded along their walk, no destination in
mind, and it was not long before they found themselves
meandering through a public park.
I thought they were already in a public park.
Given the season, the
trees were not in bloom, but the muted greens gave the
whole area a subdued look. Occasionally smaller children
would dart back forth through the foliage, locked in a game
governed by malleable and independent rules.
But that was the way 'Rape and Pillage' worked.
"No true friend of mine would be laughing at me when
I'm hurt." Usagi shot the other blonde a dubious look.
While everyone kicked Usagi in the behind and laughed about it.
"I'm not saying when you're really injured. I'm saying
when its
it's
This was a day that in recent events had been all too
uncommon.
Especially in Miashara fics.
Inspired by thoughts of ice cream, Usagi abruptly
returned her attention to what was going on.
Heh
She smiled at
Ryan for a moment before suggesting a few of them might
want to sally forth to the vendor of aforesaid
'afmorementioned' I think
"You're both wrong. A true friend is the guy banned
from your ICU for smuggling you a pack of cigarettes and
hitting on the nurse as a distraction while you light up."
Hehehehehe. An appropriate comparison.
As poetic and personable as ever, a man in black joined
them.
I say Cyanide is right.
"Excuse me?" Ryan was quite simply shocked. He'd never
personally encountered a level of rudeness like this
before.
He needs to get out more often, then.
Striding through the park, one hand already
unlimbering an assault rifle from a duffel bag, a tall and
ominous figure approached them. Foreign features
The features aren't foreign where he comes from, you know.
and cold,
impassive eyes decorated the head, the only section of skin
visible under the leather jacket and pants. It had studded
leather gloves on its hands. Recognition was instant for
those who knew.
It was Arnold Schwartzenheimer.
through the air, omens and portents of that which was being
unleashed. The backlash of such arcane might created a haze
and fields of polychromatic insanity. It also had the
unfortunate effect of sending Cyanide into an acid
flashback, thus eliminating him from the events that
followed.
Hehehehe.
around them. The machine continued to fire, undeterred.
"Come on! Venus and Mercury are waiting by that
fountain. There are too many people around here, so we're
going to try to lead it away.
To a less populated area in the middle of the city. :P
Ready?"
"Sure. Say when." Makoto pulled herself up into a
runners
runner's
'Yes!' Pyrite resisted the urge to leap into the air
and pump his fist. He considered it to probably be
unpolitic.
Probably.
Pyrite unleashed some lightening.
lightning.
Hmm. That was pretty short. Didn't really accomplish anything but the start
of more meyhem. Hope to see more soon.
D.B. Sommer