On November 5th, Sebastian wrote:

:      Nabiki pulled out a small cellular phone from her jacket
: pocket.  "Excuse me a moment," she said, lowering her hand and :
smiling with saccharine sweetness at Cologne and Shampoo.  She :
flipped the phone open and held it to her ear.  "Yes, I'm in... :
Well, it looks like Shampoo's about to try that Xi Fa Xiang Gao :
Shiatsu thing on me that she did to my sister about a year ago... :
Yes, you know what to do.  If I come out with any part of my :
personality or memory altered in any way, I know you'll go : straight
to Ranma and play him that tape...  No, I'm all right. : But you
should see the looks on their faces right now...  Nope, : not happy
at *all*...  Yes, you're right, I *should* have brought : my
camera...  Okay.  Talk to you later."

Hmmm.  She spelled it out too clearly for my tastes.  It would have
been even greater if she had just answered with something like
"Everything checks out okay.  Yes, hold the release of the tape for
another hour.  Bye, we'll speak in an hour, then."  and let Cologne
figure it out.

Good idea!  I like!  Okay, you've talked me into it.  I'll change it.

:      Cologne seethed.  She longed to reach out and break the
: girls neck with a flick of her finger.  All the numerous and
: divers ways to kill a person, both painlessly and... not so... :
flashed through her mind.

What, divers have techniques to painlessly or otherwise kill
people?  I never thought you could even *do* martial arts in those
neoprene suits and with tanks on your back, too.  On the other hand,
if you filed those plastic flippers on the feet to have a *really
sharp edge*...

Har de har har. ^_^ I'll have you know that the _Webster's New
World College Dictionary_ defines the word "divers" as the
following: adj.  1)several; various   2)(Archaic) diverse. 
Either definition will fit here.  I *like* this word.  I don't
want to change it, but since I've already been called on it
*twice* now...  Ah well.  Let me think about it.  In the
meantime, for those of you who *don't* like this word, just stick an
"e" on the end and pretend it's "diverse." ^_^

:      Nabiki sighed.  She allowed herself a small, self-indulgent :
smile as she felt Ranma's sleek muscles moving beneath his shirt : as
he ran. <Ah well,> she thought with a mental shrug. <There are :
worse ways to travel, I guess.>

Nice touch.  Pity that he's already taken, eh, Nabiki...
<GASP>  Ooohh, Krista, you wouldn't, would you?  Yesss, this is
gonna be great!

Heh heh!  No comment. ^_^

:      Mousse felt a slow half-smile grown on his face.  No wonder :
the old ghoul had been so hesitant to tell anyone, *especially* :
Ranma, about the true nature of the spell.  From what he could :
gather from the crone's mumbling, the spell's power was based on :
True Love; more specifically, the True Love that existed between :
Ranma and Akane.  The power of that link, combined with the magic :
of the spell, would draw Akane from wherever she had been sent : and
bring her back home.

Oooh, you've seen that film too, haven't you?  (Well, who hasn't?) I
love it.

Er... what film are you referring to?  Apparently it's something
I need to see. ^_^

: 4) So...  Whaddya think? <Krista curls up into fetal position and :
flings hands protectively over head.>

Well, one thing's for sure:  This fic alone has secured you a place
in the pantheon of immortal fanfic authors.  I don't know if *anyone*
ever achieved that with their very first fic.  You have my undying
admiration.


Sebastian

^_^  Wow, thanks.  Glad you liked it!

Krista