I'm working on a 'pooter assignment, but these ideas wouldn't leave my head,
so I decided to pencil them down.

Please note, these are all meant in fun, don't take them the wrong way.

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"Just my luck," Chris griped as he threw himself to the ground and summoned
his armor.  "I get to jump into a battlezone."  Explosions burst around him
for a few seconds.  After waiting to make sure they stopped, he peeked up to
look around.

"Hey, are you OK?" a feminine voice asked from behind him.  Chris rolled
onto his back and stared in awe at the woman in front of him, who gaped
back.  "Oniichan?"

"Skuld?  What happened to you?  You're all grown up!"

The brunette goddess scowled at him.  "I should ask you the same thing.
Where have you been the past thousand years?"

"Thousand?" Chris repeated, and then cursed under his breath.  "Lucy, you
got some 'splaining to do..." he muttered as Skuld helped him stand.  He
looked around the battlefield, and gave a low whistle.  "What the hell is
going on?"

"Ragnarok," Skuld said flatly.

"No doubt, it might as well be, look at..." he trailed off as the
implications of Skuld's reply hit him.  "You're kidding me."

"Nope."

"Oh shit."

"You said it.  Come on, I'll take you to the command center we've set up,
you can talk to the guy we have running this show."

***

"Oniichan, meet Gryphon.  Gryphon, my brother, Chris."

"A god named Chris?" the man queried.

"Gryphon," Chris repeated to himself.  "I know I've heard that name..."  he
gasped and summoned his weaponry, glaring at the other man with a low growl.
"I remember you now," he snarled.

"Excuse me?" Gryphon said, backing up slowly.

"Skuld, OUT!"

"Oniichan?!"

"Stay out of this, Skuld," Chris said evenly.  "Gryphon and I are going to
have a very long, very violent talk about shagging my little sister."

"Oh no you don't!" she yelled.  "Last time you did that my boyfriend became
a monk!"

(With apologies to the Eyrie boys.)

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Chris looked around the city he appeared in.  Looked like London.  Sounded
like London.  He inhaled deeply and gagged.  Smelled like London.

"Studies abroad, is it?" he inquired of the sky.

At that moment, a rather beautiful woman with green hair in a skirted
leotard went running by.  She was carrying an odd-looking staff that was
topped by a reddish crystal.  She stopped and confronted a decrepit blonde
man in a dirty tenchcoat who was smoking a cigarette.

After pausing to take the opportunity to gape, Chris reached into his shirt
and pulled out his chain, to confirm the tree medalion which hang from it.
He scowled up at the sky.  "Didn't I already do Sailor Moon?" he demanded
irritably.

"Constantine, NO!"

"SAILOR NEMESIS POWER, MAKE UP!"

Chris took the opportunity to gape a little more, then threw his hands up in
exasperation.  "That's IT! I quit!  There is NO WAY!"

The women-in-fukus looked over at the ranting man.  "What's 'is problem?"
Constantine asked.

(With apologies to David Tai and rpm.)

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Sorry folks, I just couldn't resist.

--
Christopher Angel
c_j_angel@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/~ca_godboy
International Man of Megami-sama