Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Tue, 29 Oct 2002 12:40:49 -0600 "C. Jones" <guilty@furinkan.net> wrote:
In a haze of shadow, she teleported the two of them to a
small, quiet park in the middle of Tokyo. They faded into being in
the darkness behind a small {copse : corpse} of trees.
I'm glad to now see more of the history between Cobalt and Ytterbium.
Behind her, Ytterbium walked up to a noodle stand and bought
several boxes of yakisoba with fake yen coins that had been pressed
out of pure gold.
Interesting that they'd use gold to counterfit base metal coins.
What Cobalt saw and what Ytterbium wanted her to see were two
entirely different things.
A basic difference in philosophy right from the start.
Because a significant portion of the police in Juuban
district were busy helping the fire departments to control the three
blazes that had 'mysteriously' almost simultaneous erupted in the
district, it was no surprise when a lone officer stopped briefly {into : at}
the destroyed restaurant to promise more policemen would along later
to help with the damage and take statements.
Ami, having just de-transformed, was busy treating Achorite's
torn sutures. She did her best to ignore the argument, as did
Setsuuna and Hotaru, who were busy taking care of some small animals
Cobalt didn't really recognize.
They taste like chicken.
Was... The battle was over. Cobalt had failed. On the way
over, Ami had shared her readings. As Sailor Mercury, she was
actually on her way to the source of one of the explosions when Venus
called for help. According to the data she showed Cobalt, the
explosions had been massive, more massive than the simple, disposable
teleportation portals could account for. When she saw the data,
Cobalt knew that not only had the easily rebuilt devices been
destroyed, but the real teleportation system in the Dark Kingdom had
been {decimated : destroyed : eliminated} as well.
How stupid I am, she told herself. This is Sailor Moon.
Somehow that thought doesn't seem strong enough to encomapass the fear and
hate she was taught for Sailor Moon.
Cobalt realized that the shortest of the Sailor Senshi had a
short {loch : lock} of blonde hair attached to the crystalline ornament on her
chest. She wondered what it signified.
Eventually, Cobalt made her way to one of the main galleries.
She was disturbed at how empty the place was. It was one of the few
areas left where youma came together for comfort, or what little food
and energy was smuggled back into the Dark Kingdom from {earth : Earth}.
Cobalt rolled to her feet, {brining : bringing} another one of her
crystalline bombs to bear.
Cobalt tried to dodge, but Ytterbium had her fixed in her
sights. She swung her fist down. Rather than the broad wave of power
that caught Cobalt last time and knocked her out, this beam of energy
was tightly focused. It hit Cobalt in the {chest0 : chest} just below her
collar, piercing her through.
"Hah..." Sailor Mars coughed, blood running freely from her
mouth and her nose. She smiled. "I was... hahah... there for you...
*cough*... when... when you needed me."
She wasn't dead when Sailor Moon needed her this time.
Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Neptune were closest to her.
Neptune's face was bruised, and she was bleeding pretty freely from
one nostril, but her eyes were alert and sharp. Her eyes mirrored the
grief and horror Uranus felt. Behind the two of them, {Sailor : Sailors} Venus,
Pluto, and Mercury stood, pain, sympathy, but no pity on their faces.
Behind them, a pile of shattered quartz attested to what they had
just accomplished.
With one hand, she raised the Space Sword into the air. It
lengthened, its curved shape twisting in new directions. It narrowed
in places and grew wider in others. Six strings of wound, coiled
platinum erupted from the hilt of the transformed sword and snaked
down the length of the growing instrument. They attached themselves
to the tip of the sword, which by now had widened into a curved edge.
They were pulled {taught : tight : taut} by the convolutions, twanging slightly over
the raised frets that had grown in the sword's surface.