'allo 'allo 'allo,
Nice to see you back in action. It's been a long while and I hope things start
to settle down for you a little.
I'll be starting with R&A ALS 4C, the revised version you sent out a while
back. I was saving it until a little later because when it was sent out I had
recently read the story and hadn't felt like going over it again. *shock*
I know, I'm sorry. ;) Anyways, it's been long enough that this will be a
nice refresher before starting on 5A.
Mon Dec 28 21:06:55 1998
Alrighty, so I'm a _bit_ late sending out this part. :P
And for those of you just joining us. [Squick][Limon][Eveel] Warning
A demon was raping her. For the ... time. Again.
By the ellipses, do you mean that she's lost count or is it meant that she's
being raped at the moment?
is that I seem to have gotten myself into a 'situation'
again ... An old enemy, you wouldn't know him ... So I feel
that I have to go see where Sayuri-san is being restrained
Would Rally know who Sayuri-san is?
You can turn 'O Fortuna' on now. It's probably best to put it on
'repeat'.
Hmm, I think my copy is on one of my burned CDs somewhere. Gonna play
BrainBuzXL - Fur Elise - Techno Version, in its place. I would play
the Apotheosis Remix of O Fortuna I have, but that's just a bit too
jarring to listen to while reading.
She did so deliberately, following in her sensei's footsteps.
And walked, though she did not know their names,
[snip]
All who travel that street know its name, by
instinct if by nothing else,
Even Akane?
Ai, ken, teeeeeeennnn.
Teliki-li! Teliki-li!
"Death." said Ranma calmly. "Be polite."
"It helps to talk in a fake British accent, too."
Akane following. They found themselves in an empty hallway floored in
black wood and wallpapered in a fetching black on which many beautiful
and intricate patterns had been printed in black ink.
On the black table lay a 10,000 piece jixsaw puzzle. An oreo on a
table covered by an onyx colored cloth.
The sardonic-visaged young man who was sudden;y standing in the girl's
place was dressed in skin-tight black leather, revealing an impressive
suddenly
and the heavy hot air smelled faintly of rot, and of smells that are
instinctively known as bad by all who smell them.
Did they steal the hot air from a certain President who's been keeping
himself in the news of late?
One especially loud shriek of pain rang out over the darkened earth and
stone and Ranma's lips firmed even as Akane gasped in recognition. "That's
her, Ranchan. That's Sayuri."
"Everyone knows that, Akane. She'll never live down the fact that the
intercom was left on in the school office that day...."
Sayuri put the knife she was holding in her belt (which had returned
along with her skin when she had broken her bonds)
So she's got skin and a belt. Lovely. :)
Now, too late, she must admit the truth. She loved Ranma. Not 'her
friend',
Yeah, but will she remember this later? Possibly. Admit it? Nyet, comrade.
A thin prickle of blood drops sprang up around the bruise and quickly
dried.
Prickle is a sensation, yes? Trickle is the flowing of a liquid.
Partly, she felt a mild anger that some people couldn't let go a grudge
after four thousand years.
And we all thought Ryoga was bad....
Akane had gasped out the importance of what they were doing as they ran,
and she would no more fail Ranma-san than Akane would.
Extra space in 'importance of_ what they'
of about a dozen demonic officers, accepting a pair of minor slashes in
return for setting their dieing ch'i ablaze.
dying
and lopping off demonmic heads as though they were but heads of grain.
Misread that last word for a second and grimaced at the thought of a
demon Bobbit. *shudder*
Akane withdrew her sword from its resting place with
a *squelch* and took her first step down the slope.
Silly Akane, everyone knows you wipe the blood off a blade before going
anywhere; causes rust don'tcha know.
She patted herself,
to make sure
that _she_ was there,
and she was.
But
what was
that growth between her legs?
All things must end, however,
Somewhere. Somewhen. Infinity cursed.
Grip. Move. Search. **It was** Scan. Find. **dark** Reach. Grip. **and
quiet,**
Move. **and she** Search. Scan. Find. Reach. **must spend more time,**
Might just have been my mailer, but I don't think 'quiet,**' was supposed
to be its own line.
It was basicly, she decided, All Her Fault.
basically
Adjusting her stride to tap out the beat, Ranma raised her voice in song.
I'll be there for you...
<cause you're there for me too>
I'll be there for you...
Seriously though, lovely song. :)
48 hours, and then she must take charge of the arrangements.
Need to spell out a number when it begins a sentence.
Okay, here ends any comments on R&A ALS 4C. No real comments on the
story as I made those months ago and nothing super new sprung to mind
this time around.
Let's move on to the new stuff, shall we? =D
Waiigh.
Remember me?
No, didn't think so.
You're that guy who wrote the Teletubby Lemon, right? Hmm.
I've got 128 kbps format at home, here, but I'm not going to upload.
Ask if you want me to mail you a copy, and prepare for a _full_ mailbox.
I'd ask but my ISP only allows us to send and receive files smaller than
two megs. *mutter*
As always, C&C is lived, died, begged, and written for.
That second is a bit extreme, yes? Means no more story bits. That means
many people angry at me for killing off the bright young writer. We can't
have that on our conscious.
Her hair hurt.
I know that sensation. Doubtful I've felt it to the same degree she is,
but I've felt it. It's annoying.
"Made from 'star-metal' from a fallen meteorite, refolded three hundred
times, too tough to bend, too strong to break, an edge that was sharpened
once and hasn't dulled since, quenched in blood, polished by fire and >water.
Sounds like Martin's sword in the Redwall series.
... jodan-no-yoho giri kudashi, the high horizontal cut, right to left
as the
body uncoils and the left hand comes around to grip the hilt and put the
Again, I don't know if this was my mailer or what, but there's an extra wide
space in there.
The MacGregors fought like lions bold, MacPhersons, none could them
control,
MacLaughlins fought, like loyal souls, upon the haughs of Cromdale.
I'll just call it wordwrap from now on.
And these are the sorts of thoughts that have a tendency to cause
theoretical
thinkers Deep Distress, and, on that count, to be relegated to the far
wordwarp, i mean wrap.
there is indeed very good reason to entertain the concept of "Ranma and
Akane",
and furthermore what role "Akane" should play in it, it does not
Ditto.
Quickly dressing, she picked Isileth from the stand on her dresser
and slipped her in her jacket.
The use of 'her' twice is a tad awkward.
And a new day in Nerima began, as Kasumi called her, slightly enlarged,
family to breakfast.
You don't really need the commas. Or at least the first one....
So you , we, had to borrow some more, so to speak. This is just the
pay-back. Well, and the interest too, of course."
Extra space before the first comma.
The appearance of a small, long-haired girl in two hospital gowns and a
towel
was somewhat unexpected.
Wordwrap. And Sayuri seems to have remembered the first rule of
hitchhiking; always bring a towel.
And so ends another chapter of Ranma and Akane: The Musical. I mean...
Ranma and Akane: It's Not an Opera, Swear. ;>
Great chapter, as always. Akane's new sword should prove as interesting
as Ranma's fan.
Things to look forward to:
Sayuri and Kodachi meet and talk about their saviors. Akane's new eye
has super powers. Nabiki finds out that, yes, the calligraphy on Ranma's
fan is the same as the one on the museum scroll.
Argh, I'd write more but I'm late for school as it is.
Ummm.
Well, xoom.com is being painful and I don't have the time to work around it
right now on account of a ten hour trip that I shpuld have left for three
hours ago.
If it's the fact that they don't want you having mp3's on their site.
Rename them
to something else <.mid, .zip, .wav, etc> and just tell people to rename
when d/l'ing.
Anywho, must go. Keep up the great writings and try to have a little fun
on your
Spring Break, eh. I think you deserve it after these last few months.
Warr
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