Keener wrote:

    I'm sorry, major spammage, ne? Tell you what, to make up for it,
I'll impose a temporary self ban on myself, no posting till after July
27, my birthday. If all goes well, RAAC will have a revised, new stuff
added edtion of Suicide Blast 1... the same fic will enter the CoRML
competition... and Suicide Blast 3 will get posted to the list in
general. If not, well, you should know where to find me. Hmmmm, maybe
not spam at all, maybe just my own rather annoying form of high drama to
promote my fic, yeah, that's it. That's all it is.

    Ummmm, ignore all the rest but this guys, I'm not sure what I was doing,
but thinking was not foremost. But, I'm feeling better now... it's amazing
the curative powers of a creme filled, chocolate covered doughnut and a talk
with a friend. Heh, wouldn't that be a weak note to close Suicide Blast on
^_-

    Oh, and to apologize, I leave you with a scene from the fic, as proof
that I am indeed working on it <forgive it as it's not been proof read yet
^_^;;>...

        Piglet On a Roof Scene... action

    "Don't do it." Sure, it was straight from the guide book, but it was as
sound a statement as any.

    "Why not?" The young man asked coolly. Whatever panic the book had said
the guy should be expierencing was either not reaching him or he hadn't read
the same text.

    "Because... because, there are so many things to live for." The officer
took a second to catch his breath. The guy was not going to take a leap of
faithlessness just yet, and there were a lot of stairs leading up to the
roof.

    "Like...?"

    "Ummm," he searched his brain, there were supposed to be three things.
Two of which would comfort the suicidee and the other one would probably be
whatever it was that was bugging him. A sound theory, only he couldn't
remember them all. "Love, and uh, new episodes of Hyper Police," which he
happened to be missing at the moment,  "...and, um... oh yes, and strawberry
buns, very good things. You can't eat those when your dead."

    Okay, so only one of those was on the list. Still, it had been his
experience that most of these things revolved, one way or another, around
love issue's.

    Ryouga smiled, "I like those."

    "Good aren't they." the Lueitenet smiled, maybe he'd get back in time to
catch the last few minutes or so.

<snip>

    Ryouga smiled and held out his own fist. Closing his eyes, he summoned a
small portion of himself into it. Strands of black hair began to mill about
his head as though some strange whirlwind had roared to life. A faint blue
glow made it's way through the tiny gaps between his fingers and a force
from within his palm slowly pushed his digits apart. When his hand opened
fully, a shard of blue danced and shuddered about his hand, illuminating his
face. It's spinning put out it's own force and the officer had to grab at
his cap to keep it from being blown off. He gaped in awe, his badge and
clothing was being whipped about... by a snowflake.

    Gingerly he looked to the young man's eyes. They seemed to be swallowed
by the fragment of light. His orbs reflecting the bluish glow eerily.
Suddenly, he realized, this young man was one of them, one of those people
who could leap tall buildings, beat the stuffing out of trains, or run
faster then bullets, things like that. It was like being a bug beside an
angel, with a thought, his current nighttime companion could wipe away a
lifetimes worth of hopes and dreams, and not even break a sweat. But, if
this guy was a seraphim, he was looking at that glowing piece of power like
it was God.

    "Heh, I'm sorry," the young man broke from his absorbment with the
light, "just like a moth, huh?" Ryouga scratched the back of his head with
his other hand, embarrased.

    "You- your..." He could scarcely get it out, where were the anemic
robots when you needed them. Stepping away slowly he pulled out his walkie
talkie, suddenly back up seemed like a good idea. Of course, right now, so
did jumping.

    "Ummm, is that building over there abandoned?" Ryouga asked pointing to
a desolant pile of bricks and glass.

    "Wha? Oh yes sir." What's wrong with them why don't they answer?

    "Thanks." The martial artist pointed the empowered palm toward the
structure and released the energy. It screamed through the air. You could
hardley follow the actual source of the power, as small as it was, but you
could definantly tell where and when it hit. The impact point vaporized,
metal and rock alike, what had been, simply was not, not anymore. The area's
above and beneath crumbled and shook, coming apart at the very seams as the
blast undid what little integrity it had.

    A good half of the building went to pieces like a kicked sandcastle,
scattering several of the gathered mob. Screams and "Oh my gods," were
intermingled with "What the hells," as people leapt for cover. Ukyo
remained, not noticing the more stubborn members of the crowd, those who
hadn't come for a boom, they were looking for a splat. Other thoughts were
on the young woman's mind. Only her eye's had followed the tiny piece of
chi, and only the chef and a rather bewildered police officer had any idea's
whose soul it had come from.

    "He's going to use, THAT, on.... Ran-chan?"


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