Subject: [FFML] Re: [spamfic][Tsukikage Ran] Sacrifice for the Art
From: Bert Miller
Date: 2/18/2003, 2:45 PM
To: DB Sommer
CC: ffml@anifics.com
Reply-to:
hkmiller@theeddy.com


Quoting DB Sommer <sommer@3rdm.net>:

Just an idea that struck me the other day. I'll
probably be lucky if even five people have seen
the series.

I'd guess more; it struck my eye fairly quickly
(though I am admittedly familiar with the jidaigeki
it parodies).


Tsukikage Ran, beautiful maiden, connoisseur of fine
sake, aficionado of elephants, and by chance,
wandering samurai,

Heh.  Opening with her self-description is interesting.

That was to say, with the jug of sake in her hand, it
felt right.

:)  This is Ran, so you can't forget the sake!


Ran shook her head at her friend's behavior. Myao, as
much a country bumpkin as the samurai had ever come
across, was obsessed. It wasn't as though Myao
had never been obsessed before. Actually, she was
quite obsessive.

Heh.  Right again.  In general, I liked all of your
descriptions of the pair a lot.

Still, Ran couldn't envision her 'constant companion'

wink, wink, nudge, nudge.  What, no subtext?

behaving in any other way. Nor would she have wanted a
change in Myao's behavior, though she would never
admit such to the girl.

That's pretty much the way it strikes me, too.

"I have to do this. I'm tired of being relegated to
the role of sidekick to your heroism.

Ran:  "That's comic-relief sidekick, actually."

"I did't really keep count," Ran said.

"Fourteen," Myao said.

Ran's eyebrow raised slightly. "It was sixteen."

Heh.  Love it.  "didn't keep count", huh?

Ran took another sip of the sake, finishing the jug.
She stared at it mournfully. "Well, it's not really
fair to compare yourself to me. You're a martial
artist. I'm a samurai. It's like comparing radishes
and mushrooms."

I can see Ran saying that to placate Myao, but the truth
is that Ran takes out more of the riff-raff than Myao
using only her hands and hilt of her sword.  The blade
tends to be reserved for the top baddies.

I'm so confident it'll work, I already copied it in
my journal with the other techniques of my school,"
Myao bragged, flashing a thin book that had lain
hidden in the folds of her outfit.

While I didn't quite get your joke here, the idea that
the book Genma used was Myao's journal is really, really
horrifying if you think about it.

Very nice descriptions; characterization right on (IMO).
Nice spamfic.

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