On Sun, 11 May 1997 05:32:52 -0500, Keener <otakunxs@bellsouth.net> wrote:

	Downtown Nermia had just settled into the rhyme of a Sunday afternoon

Nerima

	Daisuke and Hiroshi took a break from the rigorous regimen of mindless
entertainment and had broken with tradition to snag a bite to eat. The

That's a shift in tense, it should either be "had taken a break" above, or "and
broke" below.

	"Look, I'm telling you, it wasn't like that." Ranma yelled, dodging a
barrage of daggars. "Arrgh, if you'd only stop and listen to me for a

daggers

	"Listen Mousse, it ain't my fault your having problems with your
girlfriend. I've got enough troubles as it is without you trying to play
Pin the Shuriken on the Saotome." Ranma complained from behind an

Saotome,"

overturned table. Ranma's impromptu shield looked as though it had
gotten in a fight with a mechanized hedgehog from hell. When no more

DINSDALE!!! :)

	"Maybe, Saotome? Maybe your wrong?" <snikt> Mousse's arms seemed to

you're

	Ranma hopped back on one foot to dodge the first slash, ducked the
second, and leapt over the third. "Hey, watch it with those things,
somebodies gonna get hurt." Frantically sidestepping another lunge, he

somebody's

	Ranma eyes narrowed as he stood his ground. In the span of an instant,
he calculated the proper range of his opponet and took into account

opponent

	Where Ranma's chest had been just nanoseconds before, the claws found
only air. Strong hands clenched Mousse's, painfully at the wrist. The
owner of those arms stood up from his ducking crouch and turned his
advesaries arms to either side. Mousse's wrists snapped and popped under

adversary's

	Unfortunately, that was also the moment the ladies bathroom door chose
to open, smashing Ranma behind it. He cried out as several of the blades
penetrated the door. A few, missing his vital areas by mere inches. 

door, a few missing

While he was busy playing with the door, Mousse saw only the young woman
who was walking out of the bathroom.  Her chosen steps running right in

bathroom, her

death's path!

	Time seemed to stop for everyone in the room. The restaurant's patrons

room, the

	In the earlist days of the East, when the oldest of legends were still
being created, the gods use to ask their faithful to accomplish

used

impossible deeds. This were simply tools to tests one's perserverance

These were

and disciple. Taking one on was a lifetime quest. More of a search for

discipline.

	Ranma was getting nervous, most of the patrons were arguing whether or
not to call the cops. Even more, Mousse bothered him. That slap couldn't
have been anything compared to what Shampoo, an Amazon who casually
walked through cement wall, could do. So, why had all the blood rushed

walls,

	Dreams can be wonderful things, our lives played out before our eyes,
intertwined with a thousand different fantasies and hopes. For the most
part, it's a bueatifull play performed by none other then ourselves. We
dance about in a myriad of masks and play every role, from monster to
hero. But some memories have no place in dreams. Their too powerful,

They're

their influence twisting the stage to suit it's own needs. With memories

its

To be continued...I think...YES, definately...hmmmmmm...or maybe not...

Well, I hope you'll continue at least far enough that we can understand Mousse's
reaction.

Gary Kleppe
kleppe@execpc.com, Home page http://www.execpc.com/~kleppe
My fanfics and the FFML map are on my comics/manga page,
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