[The MST theatre. Amy, Luna, Rarstarr and Sephiroth are sitting in their
chairs.]
Rarstarr: Greetings members of the FFML and welcome to another MST.
Amy: What, no snide comments about us all being here before the start?
Rarstarr: I didn't think it was worth it, seeing as none of you
	turned up last time.
Luna: I still say that Ryoga gave us bad directions.
Sephiroth: If you were stupid enough to take directions from Ryoga then
	you deserved to be replaced by a "Pistol Packing Momma" and a
	bomb freak.
Amy: May I point out you were replaced by the boy in question!
Rarstarr: Would you two quit it! You're probably confusing the people
	who didn't see us last time!
Luna: It would have been very hard to see us last time, we weren't here.

Rarstarr: Before this fight goes any further, I'm Rarstarr, author at large.
	Joining me are Amy Anderson, aka Sailor Mercury, from Sailor Moon; 
	Luna the moon cat, from Sailor Moon; and Sephiroth the villain from
	Final Fantasy VII.
Others: Hello.
Rarstarr: We're here to review the third part of a fanfic in which Ranma
	finds himself thrown forward in time and lands in exactly the same
	mess.

Disclaimer:  All characters portrayed in this story are the property of
Rumiko Takehashi and co.

This story takes place after volume 38 of the manga and draws ideas from
the anime also.

Another Time, Same Place

by

Donny Cheng

Chapter 3:  Training

	"You're taking him," Perfume said through her clenched teeth at Mika.

	"Hrmph!  I am not!  Mrs. Tendo did not assign him any homework with
today being his first day.  There is nothing I can tutor him in.  What
are you staring at?"  This last sentence Mika directed at Ranma.

	"Nothing," Ranma lied.  He had been staring to tell the truth.  Azusa? 
Well, not quite.  The girl was taller for one thing.  He shuddered to
think that Mikado would have married the cute-obsessed skater.  Sure
enough, the girl had a pair of skates on.  Roller skates.

All: <shudder>
Amy: He's not the only one.
Sephiroth: The interesting question is, where did she get her intelligence?
Rarstarr: It sure as hell wasn't from Asuza.

	Mika looked hard at Ranma.  It couldn't be.  That person looked too
young to be him.  She recalled the teacher saying his name was Saotome
Ranma.  Must be a coincidence or maybe a relative, seeing as how Ranko
once attended this school.  Because if it was him, there was going to be
hell to pay.  The only mar in her parents' highly decorated career was
their loss to Saotome.

	Perfume sighed and knew that if they went to Hinako, she would side on
Mika's side for this fight.  "Whatever.  Well, what are you still
gawking at her for?  Thinking of adding another girl to your harem?"

All: <laugh>
Rarstarr: Can you see Akane lying around in a harem girls outift?
Sephiroth: Yes.

	Ranma frowned at Perfumes obvious hatred of him.  Just because he was a
little... er a lot better than her, did she have to treat him this way? 
That girl had a huge ego problem.

Luna: A clear case of the pot calling the kettle black.
Rarstarr: Which is a fascinating colloquism that has lost its meaning 
	since often neither pots nor kettles are black.

			* * * * *

	Perfume fumed.  She was actually more angry at herself than Ranma for
once.  She had been surprised to hear Ranma ask her to wait for Ryoko. 
It seemed even with the markers, Ryoga got lost nearly got lost this
morning.  She should have known the infamous Hibiki sense of direction
should not be trusted.  She was ashamed that someone like Ranma had to
remind her to look after her best friend.  "I'm sorry, Ryoko."

Luna: A quick lesson in not trusting appearances.
Rarstarr: Something we note that Akane stil hasn't learnt.

	Ryoko could see that Perfume was eating herself up with this morning's
incident.  "Don't worry about it.  I was the one that told you not to
pick me up.  Besides, I did get to school on time.  You didn't really
need to take the trouble to drop me off at home first.  Too much trouble
to walk there and back to the restaurant."

	Perfume's eyes automatically searched out of the boy walking along the
fence above them.  It was Ranma, they had to thank for that.  Suddenly,
she found herself hard to remain angry with the pigtailed boy.  At least
not as angry as she had been.

	Ryoko also watched Ranma speculatively.  There were instances when her
father talked about Ranma in a positive light.  She remembered him
telling her that he first met Ranma in junior high.  He had apparently
taken her father home many times just like he was doing with her now. 
While her father always seemed to be angry when he related to her those
stories, Ryoko knew otherwise.  Why would a hated enemy take a person
home and to school over three hundred times?  The only reason she could
think of was that the person was either very stupid or a friend.

Amy: Or both.
Luna: That's not nice Amy. Nor realistic, think about who we're talking about
	here.
All: ...
S&A&R: Or Both.
Luna: ...

			* * * * *

	Perfume pointedly looked the other way as Ranma followed her back to
the Nekohanten for their tutoring session.  She resisted the urge to
jump on the fence herself and show Ranma a thing or two about 'balance
practice'.  No.  She wouldn't sink to his level of immaturity.

	Ranma did not notice the dark aura forming around the girl below him. 
His mind was preoccupied with his upcoming confrontation with Cologne. 
He knew that other than Happosai, she was probably the best in Nerima in
mastery of the art.  Happosai wouldn't be exactly his first choice of
people to train him.  He just didn't know how far he could trust with
Cologne though.  He will NOT marry, but other than that, everything else
was game.

Rarstarr: And Ranma immediately misses the fact the Happy trained his
	father.
Amy: Not to mention he helped Ranma by opposing him.

	"I'm home!" Perfume yelled out.  She sighed as a round of applause
broke out through the room.  Immediately after stepping in she caught
sight of a dining room packed full with teenaged boys.  Yuu's fanclub
must have taken over most of Ucchan's today.  That meant most of the
boys came to the next best place.

Sephiroth: What is this, a bad American sitcom?
Rarstarr: PERFUME!
Amy: You asking for some?
Rarstarr: ... No, ever see Cheers?
Amy: No.
Rarstarr: Never mind.

	Shampoo nodded from behind the kitchen counter.  "Get changed, it's
going to be busy today.  Ai... Ranma is here?  Well he can help out
too."  Shampoo blushed slightly at her slight lapse of common sense. 
Just seeing him again brought forth memories of her childhood and first
love.  She glanced at Mousse from the corner of her eyes.  She could
tell that he too caught that mistake by the stiffness in his walk.  She
would have to make it up to him.

	Mousse tensed as he felt Shampoo walking towards him.  He felt the
anger at Saotome's arrival begin to drain away as her hand came to rest
on his shoulder.  Even after all these years, small gestures such as
these excited him to no end.  "Shampoo..."

	Shampoo silenced him with a glance.  "It was a force of habit, nothing
more."  She smiled as her husband's will seemed to completely drain
away.  She was glad to know that he had learned in twenty years time. 
Then changing her expression to an irritated one, she scowled, "Now
hurry up and clean up the tables.  There are still customers waiting in
line."

Sephiroth: What a wonderful relationship they have.
Rarstarr: At least he won't ever get to big for his boots.
Amy: What happened to the romanticism?
Rarstarr: <shrug>

	Ranma shifted uncomfortably as he watched the exchange between his two
former friends.  He turned around as felt Perfume motion for him to
follow her.

	"In here," Perfume said as she walked into the closet/changing room. 
Seeing the look of horror that passed Ranma's face unsettled her a bit. 
Though she was still annoyed at the mess he got her in with
great-great-grandmother, she was a heart a softy.  Very much like Ryoko
in that respect.  Eiko once commented that the two of them were like
cookies.  Crusty on the outside and soft and chewy on the inside.  Ryoko
never let her sister into her room again after that.

Luna: ",she was at heart a softy." You forgot the t on at.
Rarstarr: Is it me, or did that last line make very little sense?

	"Never mind what you saw.  It's just their version of hanky panky,"
Perfume explained.  "Father actually loves it.  He's already had two
'three-year smiling deaths' put on him.  To him, it's ultimate proof
that Mother loves him.  Amazons only use the technique on their husbands
or boyfriends."

	Ranma raised his eyebrow, but didn't comment.  Mousse always did have
weird tastes.  He remembered Mousse's description of the three years of
horror the technique entailed.  The wife would make the husband's life a
living hell all the while appearing to be the dutiful wife on the
outside to make him pay for some sin or other.  But, he was happy that
his long time rival found some form of happiness at least.  "Thanks, for
telling me."

	"Whatever.  Just didn't want you to jump in where you're not needed. 
Hurry up and get changed.  We don't have all day, you know."

	"Um... You mind getting out of the room?" Ranma asked as he unbuttoned
his shirt.  He then splashed water over himself, seeing as how the
clothes she needed to change into consisted of a girly apron.

	"Er... I was just about to," Perfume muttered as she quickly left the
room.  She was surprisingly pleased to note that Ranma's female form had
nothing on her own.  She was also disturbed to note that the image of
Ranma's female form threatened to shift to that of his male one.  With
the top off.  She was still NOT going to marry him.

All: HAHAHAHA!
Rarstarr: Yeah, right, bet it doesn't last.
Amy: How much?
Rarstarr: ...

			* * * * *

	Cologne glanced up at noted Ranma's eyes shifting between her and
Perfume.  Ranma must think her to demand marriage to Perfume.  No,
Cologne had learned slightly from her mistakes.  She had tried to fix
that problem later on by not taking any action in making Ranma bend to
her will.  She even went so far as to teach him a few techniques without
making him promise to marry Shampoo.  However, it was too late by then. 
He became wary of her and worse, Shampoo, after the full-body-cat-tongue
incident.

Luna: The first two sentences have a few problems. Proof read them.
Rarstarr: Nice insight into Colonge there.

	She was not about to make the same mistake with Perfume.  Well other
than occasionally reminding him that they were married, she would not
interfere.  Well, maybe she could nudge them a bit.  Just a tad.  "You
want me to teach you?  Do you not already have a teacher?  How else
could you have beaten Perfume?  I know Perfume is better than you were
twenty years ago.  She should have beaten you yesterday."

	"Well I won and what are talking about?  Nobody taught me anything
since I came back to Nerima.  Me and the old pervert came straight to
Nerima.  I'll tell you that journey wasn't any picnic.  I got beaten,
mauled..," Ranma trailed off as a though suddenly occurred to him.

Rarstarr: Ranma's first sentence makes no sense.

	"Yes.  You went through the same thing your father and Soun did.  You
survived Happosai's training.  With him as your teacher, why would you
need me?"

	Ranma held up his hands in front of himself.  He clenched his hands
into fists experimentally.  The old lech was good for something after
all.  But, he reminded himself that he did not want to have anything to
do with Happosai again.  Three months with him was more than enough to
last a life time.  "He won't sit still for a moment to teach me
anything.  Besides, I know what he'll ask if I do ask him for help.  I
don't feel like posing in a bra for him."

All: <snicker>
Rarstarr: Oh that's something I've got to remember for one of my Ranma fics.
Amy: One of? I knew you were working on a new one, but what other ones are
	you doing.
Rarstarr: Ah my dear, I'm afraid that would be telling.

	Cologne calmed herself as the excitement began to build within her.  "I
suppose you could follow me and Perfume when we head off to the
mountains for this weekend.  You can set up our tents and do the
cooking.  Whatever amount of time I have left, I should be able to give
you some scraps of information dealing with the art."

	Ranma grimaced and reluctantly thanked Cologne for her 'gracious'
gesture.  He then went back to the dojo.  At least she didn't ask for
his soul.

	Had Perfume been paying more attention to the conversation, she might
have put more of a resistance towards Ranma joining them for the
weekend.  However, she was in shock to hear from her great-grandmother
that Ranma got lucky against her in their battle.  If she paid a little
more attention, she would have beaten him.  A rematch was in order,
Perfume decided.

All: <groan>
Amy: Ranma has to learn to start having conversations in private.
Luna: Or not having them at all.

			* * * * *

	"You're what!" Soun cried out in anger.  His demon head held in check
as he knew Hinako disapproved of it.

Rarstarr: Can anyone tell me why everyone matches Soun and Hinako?
A&S&L: <shake heads>

	Ranma cringed at the loudness of Mr. Tendo's voice.  He looked around
himself for support.  Everybody else had moved six feet away from the
dinner table and quietly resumed eating.  Man, maybe they should have
stayed at home to eat.  "It's only for the weekends.  Besides, Perfume's
supposed to be my tutor.  I have to train with her once in awhile."

	Genma pulled his long time friend aside.  He whispered, "Tendo, I think
you should think this over.  This is a great opportunity.  We can have
Meiko go with them to cook and clean.  As his fianc�e, it's her duty to
take care of him."

Rarstarr: At least she can cook. Can't she?

	"Saotome, you're a genius," Soun praised.  He then looked around and
noticed everyone one in the room glaring at him.  Most especially his
daughter, Meiko.

	Ranma grew a vein on his forehead.  He angrily bopped his pop on the
head.  "Why'd you have to whisper if your were going to write everything
you said on those signs anyway?"

	Genma looked down and in his hands he found a marker and a sign.  He
opted the easy way out.  He grabbed his drink and splashed it over
himself.  [I'm just a panda,] he wrote.

All: <laugh>
Rarstarr: Only an idiot writes signs.
Amy: Stop ripping off by ads.
Sephiroth: What was the original?
Rarstarr: "Only an idiot drinks and drives." Paid for by the NZ police.

	Ranma sighed and decided to that he would be happy enough to steal his
pop's food.  "Pandas don't eat food, like this."

	Actually, Meiko wasn't exactly mad, but felt that she had to make a
show of it for appearance sake at least.  She didn't want Ranma to think
she was easy.  A training trip in Ranma's element was a great way to
find out what he was like.  Images of her and him sparring danced in her
head.  Maybe she would get into trouble and he would rescue her just
like in all those stories.  Ohhh!  She would just die if that happened.

Amy: Swoon maybe, but I doubt die.
Sephiroth: Playing hard to get is a good way to lose the game.
Rarstarr: Yeah look at Akane, Tifa, --
Luna: That's enough David.
Rarstarr: HEY! You're not supposed to use my real name!

	Eiko pouted openly.  She wanted to play with Ranma during the weekend. 
Maybe she could get Mommy to let her go with Meiko.  The thought of
Ranma and her having tickling contests filled her mind.  Ohhh!  That
would be just the best.

	Ryoko didn't know if she liked the idea of a confrontation between her
best friend and Ranma again.  He really wasn't all that bad a guy.  She
had better go along.  Just to keep an eye on Meiko and her best friend,
nothing else she told herself.  Well, she might take the opportunity to
thank him for taking her to school and back home today.  But that's all.

Rarstarr: You know I have real problems with Ryoko, every time I read about
	her I see her floating along.
Amy: Been reading too much "No Need for Tenchi"?

	Sounds of Soun and Genma plotting, with Ranma arguing with them were to
one side.  The manic giggling of a teeager and child were on another. 
The brooding of a girl completed the square.  Akane, Ryoga, Nodoka,
Hinako, and Ranko went on eating dinner ignoring the antics of their
immediate family members.  After all, they only lived with them.

			* * * * *

	Ranma grumbled as he went about gathering fire wood for the camp.  He
just finished with setting up the tents for a bunch of girls and old
ghoul and not he had to cook dinner for them?  Cologne had meant it when
she said that if would have to take care of all their needs during the
trip.  He now had to wait until she was done with teaching Perfume
before he could even have a chance at learning anything.

Luna: "and not he had to cook dinner"? Maybe you mean "and now"?

	His chance finally came when Cologne patted her stomach and smoked on
her pipe contently after dinner.  "That was a fine meal, Ranma.  You
make a fine wife... er husband for my Perfume."  Cologne smiled inwardly
as she saw Ranma nearly choke on his rice.  It was nice to know that he
still had the same weaknesses.

Rarstarr: Why would Cologne make that mistake. She comes from a society
	where that is the husband's work.
Amy: That's a good question. Its not as if they've dropped the old ways.
Sephiroth: More to the point, why didn't the Amazons go home? It couldn't
	be for honor, Ranma was effectively dead.

	"Well, are you done eating?  There's only a few hours before night
time."  Ranma impatience was clear in his voice.  "I want to get some
training in too.  How about the 'breaking point' first?"

	Cologne shook her head at that.  "The training you received from
Happosai is much more effective than crashing into boulders.  With your
body now, you'd probably crack the boulder.  But, it will serve as
maintenance of your body at least.  Because with enough time, you could
eventually lose that toughness.  As for the technique itself, you are
smart enough to figure out how to do it.  You just never had the chance
to need it."

	Ranma mentally checked off that from his list of things to learn before
he had a rematch with Ryoga and the others.  "How about shiatsu points
then?"

	Cologne nodded approvingly.  It seemed her son-in-law already had in
mind of what he needed to learn in order to beat his former rivals.  She
estimated a year maybe sooner before Ranma could give those men a decent
challenge.  "As a martial artist, you already know all the major nerve
points and have used them in battle.  I could teach you a style of
shiatsu fighting that will enable you to hit nerve points in the most
effective combination.  These can make a person laugh, mute, asphyxiate,
among other things.  You already know the first step to this method. 
The amaguriken.  The next step is for you to be able to do as many
things possible during the amaguriken."

Amy: She's forgotten a lot about Ranma.
Rarstarr: Yes, this is the person who learnt the Hiryu Shoten Ha in three 
	days.

	Ranma was not surprised to learn that Shampoo used a variation of this
with her 'memory erasing' technique.  She was able to wash, shampoo,
rinse, blow dry, and style hair in under a minute, all the while hitting
the shiatsu points.

	Eiko, Meiko, and Ryoko sat in bored silence as they watched Ranma go
through the learning techniques.  Ryoko frowned as she watched Perfume
examine him intently, looking for any and all weaknesses Ranma might
display.  Maybe a bit too intently, Ryoko thought.  She had better stop
this before it got ugly.  "You know, Perfume, I think you've got him all
wrong.  Well, he's still an egotistical jerk, but he's not so bad that
we should try and beat him up."

Rarstarr: Why not? You're not going to kill him and in Ranma's case, what
	doesn't kill him really does make him stronger.

	Perfume did not look up from the training session between her
great-great-grandmother and Ranma.  "I suppose you're right.  But, I'm
not giving up.  I was the best before he came and I will do everything
in my power to remain so.  I just won't beat him up that badly."

	"Really, I sure you have him all wrong... huh?  I'm right?  You don't
hate him anymore?"  Ryoko was sure that her friend despised him.  Why
else was Perfume paying so much attention to him?

All: <sigh>
Amy: You sure this isn't that Ryoko, she does seem about as perceptive.

	Meiko frowned as she noticed the look in Perfume's eyes.  She and
Perfume, along with others in their group were great friends.  She had
been scared at first when she heard that they were both affianced to the
same boy.  She really didn't want to compete with one of her friends. 
Hence her happiness when she found that Perfume didn't like Ranma. 
However, Perfume's eyes told her a different story.

	Eiko's eyes widened as she saw her aunt begin to glow blue.  "Duck! 
Incoming shi shi hokodan!"

[Everyone dives behind the chairs]

	Perfume and Ryoko on pure instinct quickly ducked.  Meiko discharged ki
blasts at times.  Sometimes they weren't very strong as she was usually
a quiet girl.  Other times, when she displayed happiness or depression,
the blasts had been known to blow even someone like Ryoga away.

	Ranma turned his head to see what was all the commotion about.  He
regretted the instant he saw the huge ball of chi arc towards him.  Oh,
boy!

			* * * * *

Rarstarr: Is it safe yet?
[Everyone comes out from behind the chairs.]
Rarstarr: Last time I bye from Flying Skull Enterprises.

	Cologne held her nose.  The chi blast left a distinct smell of burning
flesh.  Her eyes confirmed her nose's findings as she looked over Ranma
slightly burned semi-naked body.  "Meiko, remind me have a word with
Ryoga about stepping up your training."

	Meiko nodded meekly.  Her eyes averted from Ranma's body for decency
sake.  She wondered when it would be appropriate to turn around.  A
minute, she decided.  Or less.

	Eiko, unlike the other girls, did not cover her eyes.  "Wow, he has so
many muscles.  He looks cute sleeping like that.  Almost like a baby. 
Um, so who's going to take him to the tent to get dressed?"

	Three pairs of eyes shifted.  Perfume gave an exaggerated sigh, "Now
that he's a student of my great-great-grandmother, I suppose it's my
duty as his sempai to help him out."

	"Oh, no need for you to trouble yourself, Perfume.  Father sent me here
to take care of Ranma.  I might as well do what I was supposed to." 
Meiko quickly stepped in front of Perfume.

	"Actually, I didn't do anything all day.  Perfume, you trained with
Cologne all day and must be tired.  The same with you Meiko.  You helped
Ranma cook and clean.  I guess, I should pull some weight here on this
training trip."  Ryoko, in turn, stepped in front of Meiko.

All: <laugh>
Amy: Poor Ranma, these girls are just lining up to date him.
Rarstarr: <groans>

	"Um, Cologne already took Ranma into the tent," Eiko supplied.

	"Never mind then," three voices muttered out.

			* * * * *

	The four girls sat about the campfire moodily poking into it with
sticks.  Eiko hated waiting.  "When is she going to be done with fixing
Ranma up?"

	Perfume shrugged.  "Great-great-grandmother will take care of him.  She
said that it's mainly shock and that Ranma will recover in a few hours."

	Ryoko was impressed by that.  "That's fast.  It took daddy almost a
whole day when he was hit."

Rarstarr: And this is Ryoga we're talking about, I think.
Amy: You having problems with the family trees?
Rarstarr: About as much as Magneto and the Summers family tree.
Amy: Pardon?
Rarstarr: Never mind, it'd take too long to explain.

	Meiko blushed.  "It was only half a day.  But, yeah, I know what you
mean.  He's every bit as good as the legends at Furinken say he is."

	"You've been listening to those story tellers, Hiroshi and Daisuke,
again haven't you?  I don't know how those two guys find the time to get
off work at their firm to talk with us kids at school everyday.  All
they do is talk about the old glory days."  Ryoko didn't feel that she
needed to also mention that she made a point to listen in once in a
while.

	Meiko blushed again.  That answered that question.

	"I hope he gets better soon.  He might leave very soon.  I want to play
with him some more before he goes."  Eiko sighed at another wasted day.

Rarstarr: Oh dear, she's let the Shampoo, ah I mean cat, out of the bag.
Amy: Which reminds me, when's the next part of Nekoken is Out of the Bag 
	coming out?
Rarstarr: No idea.
Luna: AMY! THAT'S A LEMON!

	"What!?  He's leaving?  Where did you hear this?"  Meiko rushed over
and picked Eiko up bringing the child close to her face.

	Perfume and Ryoko sweated nervously at their quiet cousin's not so
demure behavior.  Meiko noted the glances she was receiving and wondered
if all that blood rushing to her face was a good thing.  She quickly put
Eiko down and asked again slower this time.

	"Yesterday, yesterday night.  I was talking to Ranma on the roof when
Mommy and Daddy made me go to sleep.  But, I didn't.  I heard them say
that it wasn't that bad and that he should stay."

	"Not that bad they say.  I couldn't imagine how it would feel to be in
his position.  His fianc�es all married and with children as old as he
is.  Poor Ranma.  What he needs is the love, caring, and understanding
of some good friends to go through this tough period in his life," Meiko
said.

All: ...
Sephiroth: A Ranma character who is sweet and understanding?
Rarstarr: And not Kasumi?
Amy: <raises eyebrow> Fascinating.

	Ryoko cast a guilty glance at Perfume, "I guess we didn't really help
much by picking on him."

	Perfume tried to appear nonchalant, but failed miserably.  "He
shouldn't have tried to make me look like a fool in front of everyone. 
Treating like I'm some weak girl and not taking me seriously was bad
enough, but that was worse."

	Ryoko sighed.  She really couldn't feel any of the anger she felt for
Ranma anymore.  "We were the ones that picked the fight with him.  He
wouldn't even have gone to the arena if we didn't force him to."

[There are four thuds as the MST crew pass out.]

	Perfume gave up and just sat in moody sat in moody silence.  After a
short time of thinking she spoke up again.  "I guess I could try to be
nicer to him.  I still want to fight him though!"

	Ryoko nodded.  "Let's try to make him feel more at home so that he'll
stay."

	Meiko and Eiko cheered.  With friends like them why, would Ranma want
to leave?

			* * * * *

	"Sweet... oof.  Watch where you stand you big oaf!  Erk!"

	"Long time no see, Happy.  I've searched for you for twenty years. 
Funny how much you learn in that time.  Now about changing my name."

Rarstarr: PAN -- TAROU!

			* * * * *

	Ken raised his arm triumphantly as his opponent conceded.  He then
jumped up and kicked down the dojo sign and added it to his growing
collection.  His technique had been flawless in today's battle.  After a
few more practice rounds, he will go after Genma and his Saotome Ryu.

			* * * * *

	Spice listened thoughtfully as his advisors related to him the story of
his father's only defeat.  Only one person had beaten his father.  If
that person was still alive today, would that person pose a threat? 
Maybe when he had the time, it would be a good idea to pay Nerima a
visit.

			* * * * *

	Lotion grumbled.  There was one minor flaw in her plan of defeating
that pigtailed girl.  She didn't have a single clue as to where she
could find the wench in a country of millions.  She would have to search
every city, she supposed.  Tokyo would be good start.  Fortunately she
had a full mastery of the language.  "You, farmer.  Where is Lotion?"

	The farmer looked up at the strange foreign girl.  "At the super
market," he answered and went back to plowing.

	Lotion looked around her and wasn't impressed.  This Super Market
didn't look like a very developed area.  She should get going to the
nearest city.

Rarstarr: Cute, very cute.
Amy: You never say that about me.
Rarstarr: Cute, very cute.
Amy: ...

			* * * * *

to be continued...

Rarstarr: I think you're rushing your plot. Any one of the plots you're
	starting has the potential to make a full story.
Amy: He is of course talking about:
	a) The return of Ranma and his knew bunch of fiancees.
	b) Lotion.
	c) This Ken guy.
	d) Spice.
	e) Ranma getting back at his old friends.
Sephiroth: While its too late to change it now, unles you want to go back 
	and do a rewrite, I'd suggest saving either b,c or d till later.
Rarstarr: At the very least slow down one of them. From the looks of things
	everything is going to explode at once.
Luna: Another way to offset this would be to space out their scenes between
	the primary plot instead of having them all at the end.
Rarstarr: Other than that, some good ideas.
Amy: And excuse us for making fun of parts of your work. Remember Rarstarr 
	only MSTs work he likes or thinks has lots of potential.

[The group stand at look at each other.]
Sephiroth: I must go.
Rarstarr: Okay, time for some leaving music then.

[Rartarr pulls out a remote and presses a button. "One Winged Angel" starts
playing, only its more impressive than it was before.]

Rarstarr: I got the orchestra version today.

[Sephiroth turns and strides from the room.]

Amy: <Pouts> Still no music for me.

[Rartarr presses another button on the remote and a different song starts.]

Rarstarr: Moons Revenge, best I can do you.
Amy: <hugs Rarstarr> Thanks.
Rarstarr: Ah...
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Rarstarr,
David Farr
http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/
djfarr@ihug.co.nz