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	Okay, this has gone too far. Too many of us are being attacked by these
crazed characters. Most authors were cursed, and the male ones were
primordially hit with Nyannichuan (I think the spring IS empty by now.)
Heck, I turn into a CAT! A kawaii cat, at that... Imagine what Azusa'd
do to me...
	It is time to STRIKE BACK!


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			The Uprising


	I sat silently upon the TV, discovering with amusement why cats like
this place: it's sooo soothingly warm...
	But it was also the only place where I was safe. For some reason, the
Ranma cast wouldn't come NEAR the Viz dubs I had, while the Final
Fantasy characters didn't feel like risking my saved games, lest they
end their own existance. And also, this was quite the lookout spot.
	I growled slightly when I saw Nabiki sorting through my computer,
reading the chapters of TCP which I hadn't posted yet. Damn, I just
_knew_ I had to write her in a better light. Especially during that
fifth chapter...
	A tiny lightbulb appeared over my head. It surprised me, I wasn't used
to having lightbulbs flashing over me when I had an idea, but then
again, with the insanity of the Rumikverse pouring over here...
	Of course... A call for help. Yes, that was what I needed.
	I do hate to brag, but I had quite an assortment of original characters
under my sleeves. True, the Esper Phoenix called Phaeron still wants to
kill me for letting him die, but he was not the only one...
	I took in a deep breath, then reared back and released a loud meow that
filled the house. I could hear Ranma and Ranko's own yelps of terror as
they ran out of the house. Hmm, not what I had in mind, but at least
they wouldn't interfere. My real intention was, of course, to call for
my sister.
	"Again?" she asked in her irritated tone, "Why don't you stay like
that? Everybody likes you better that way."
	I glowered at her smirk, then leapt onto he shoulder as she took me to
the bathroom. It's quite an agreement what I have with my sister: she
turns on the hot water in the sink, I don't tell Kuno about her. After
she left me --and some clothes--, I quickly scampered out of the sink
and dressed, then snuck out of the bathroom.
	Great, Nabiki's still at the computer. Ah, but then again, I DON'T have
Internet at home. And these guys would be too bored by the thought of
going to my campus at this hour. Thus, I quickly dashed out of the
house, regretfully leaving my car, and boarded the first bus I saw --all
Mexicans can attest, this is a great mistake once you consider how
suicidal bus-drivers are. But fortunately I reached school unscathed. I
immediately found the computer lab and logged on. Heh, even now there're
more people haunted by their fanfics. Well, it shall end soon...
	I opened Netscape. Bookmarks. RAAC archives. Okay,
ranma.the-four-birds-of-fire.gz. The darned fanfic which cost me so
much.
	Hmm... Actually, I didn't exactly do something worthy of revenge. I
split apart Ranma and Ranko, I helped both in their relationship with
Nodoka, and I only killed Ranko once --and she came back. I only killed
off Phaeron, and I already brought him back too in TCP.
	So, how did they do it? Oh, yeah, I got a "mail " from them. Okay, time
to see if this works...
	Newsgroups. Rec.arts.anime.misc. yes, there he is. My GRIT persona, the
TerBril. Although my recent break-up with my girlfriend also left him
without his AnBril, he's still quite powerful. And since he's based on
me, I should be able to contact him...
	Mail. Okay, but where to? Check the servers for the Nerima, Tokyo area.
Got it. Now, lessee... Mail terbril@grit.raam.jp.
	Just let those kids come near! Hah!
	I received the reply almost instantly. A smirk took shape on my face as
I clicked the mail open. In a swirl of ruby dust, the TerBril appeared.
	"Whoa... how did I get here...?" he stammered, then noticed me, "You!
Aw, don't tell me this is gonna be one of those RL-NPC arguments
again..."
	"No," I replied, "Actually, I need your help. And take a look around."
	The TerBril did so. His red eyes opened VERY widely, "I'm in the Real
World?" he asked with a tiny voice.
	"Listen up. You do remember that some of Phaeron's character profile
was based on you, right? I want you to summon him here."
	"What for--"
	"Just do it."
	"And what if I--"
	"Refuse?" I smirked, being the character's creator gives you knowledge
of his thoughts. With a grin, I doused him with the water from a nearby
glass, then repeated it for me.said, "Remember when you said you were
one of the few GRIT members that still didn't have a curse?"
	"Sure do. Jason didn't wait to splash me with Spring of Drowned
Cardinal water."
	"I'll have you know Umi doused me with Spring of Drowned Cat..."
	"You can't be serious..." TerBril shook slightly.
	"Wanna find out?"
	"Okay, okay," he conceded, "I'll bring him here..." Muttering, he
clenched his fist and suddenly aimed it at a nearby computer. And out
came Phaeron.
	"I was looking for you!" he scowled at me.
	"Cool off. You already know the ending of TCP. You _cannot_ be mad at
me."
	"Try not being mad towards someone who trapped you in stone for one
thousand years, for starters, and that's not mentioning all the other
stuff you did to me!"
	"Alright, then I guess I _could_ tell a certain redhead about--"
	"Agh! No!" Phaeron retorted, then frowned and stood back, "Okay, what
do you want."
	"Revenge."
	"I won't help you."
	"Not like that, you dolt!" Really, I should've just based his character
on myself... "You saw what happened. Ranma and the others messed up my
life. The Magic Knights turned me into a cat. Shampoo's got the hots for
my cursed form--"
	"I thought Shampoo loved Ranma," TerBril and Phaeron blinked.
	"I meant the Shampoo from TCP. And that's not all. With this new
curse..."
	"_She_ won't even come near you..." the red-eyed pair smirked. "So
what's in your mind."
	"I need you to destroy Jusenkyo."
	"WHAAT!?!?!?"
	"Too many authors have been struck. We must stop this." I turned to
Phaeron, "Besides, you dried up your own spring, and Ranko destroyed
hers and her sister's."
	"But what about the souls trapped in the springs!?" Phaeron yelled.
	"TerBril here can contain them in ruby shards. It's kinda like
Magicite, but if the ruby is broken, the soul can finally go to heaven."
	"I don't like this..." Phaeron growled. "You're probably thinking about
using us against our friends!"
	"If I did, she'd hate me," I reminded. "I simply want to stop them from
cursing anyone else. Didn't you hear of the guy who got cursed with
Nissannichuan?"
	"But even if you stop them, then the other authors will probably want
to mount an attack against our _friends_," TerBril pointed out, "In
fact, they're already rallying forces."	
	"Then I will have to choose sides," I replied, "I can't stand seeing
other fanfic writers being deprived of their lives, but I can't let
anyone hurt my favorite Anime characters either!"
	"And who will you choose?" TerBril asked.
	"Will you join us... or stand against us?" Phaeron narrowed his eyes.
	I opened my mouth to speak...

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Quite a cliffhanger, ne?

Jorge Pratt
(who already liberated the TerBril, so he can't use that .sig anymore.)