Anime Death Interlude 3 (between Rounds 4 and 5)
The Unmanned Cafeteria (can you say, "Push Button Service"? I knew
you could)
"Stupid rose boy." Linna Yamazaki grumbled.
Nene was about to respond when screams were heard. Suddenly, A-kun
leapt into the room, running as he dodged spoons, bowls, pillows and a now
empty tub.
"I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO LOOK!" A-kun yelped as he scrambled by,
Juri and ????? wearing embroidered bathrobes running closely behind.
"WE DON'T CARE!" Juri and ????? yelled chasing after A-kun as best
as they could. A-kun had the distinct advantage of flight, but his honor
demanded that he explain everything and that required him to remain within
throwing distance.
"That was almost pointless." Nene replied.
"Let's just go. I need to get some new clothes anyway." Linna said.
Nene winced. When they had entered Linna's room, someone had broken
in and used the bathroom. And the sight of mini-Lysol Evangelions,
mini-Lysol Gunbusters and mini-Lysol Voltron units versus mini-Stench
Angels, mini-Stench Aliens and mini-Stench Ro-beasts was just too much for
either of the girls. Nene followed Linna out of the cafeteria.
Across the room, Ranma Saotome, Akane Tendo and Shampoo were sulking
over Ranma's loss to Psycho Sam. Ranma was taking it the hardest.
"I spent WEEKS with that Spekkio guy learning those spells." Ranma
muttered.
"Maybe airen cheer up with special ramen?" Shampoo inquired.
"No." Akane growled out of reflex.
Then, someone wearing an ominous brown cloak and all-encompassing
shadow appeeared next to Ranma. That person managed to startle all three
martial artists.
"Perhaps I can be of aid." declared the shadow-person in a distorted
voice.
"Who you?" Shampoo demanded.
"I can help you get your revenge on Psycho Sam if you'll do a little
favor for me." the shadow-person told them.
"I ain't selling you my soul." Ranma replied.
The shadow-person seemed to glare at Ranma. Ranma shuddered and
began to back down.
"I am not interested in souls. Those who would sell them think
entirely too lowly for my tastes anyway. No, I am part of an organization
which is going to take down a particular author." the shadow-person
declared.
"Oh, and who might this author be? John Wilds? Twinflour
Garglenee? Sheen Goofy?" Ranma asked.
"No. It is one in the tournament. Many hate this author. You will
too, if you were to read his first fanfic." the shadow-person said, handing
Ranma a hard-bound book.
Ranma read the title and shuddered. Shaking violently, he handed
the book back to the shadow-person.
"Not only did this person abuse all your characters in this...
atrocity, but now he's rejected it as a failure. Those who were involved
have taken great offense and are plotting his permenant demise." the
shadow-person said in a distorted, yet extremely firm tone.
"And if we help you ice 'em, you get rid of Psycho Sam?" Ranma
asked.
"Ranma!" Akane began.
"Airen!" Shampoo cried.
Ranma turned to them, a vicious grin on his face as his eyes began
glowing with a holy light.
"We must stop this evil one before he writes again. And you two
will be helping us." Ranma said, before advancing on the girls.
"N-n-never..." Akane began.
"What do you do to Airen!? SHAMPOO-" Shampoo began as she lunged at
the shadow-person. Before the Amazon could even finish leaving the ground,
she was sent crashing back against the far wall, creating a massive crater
in the plaster.
"R-r-ranmaaa...." Akane pleaded as she backed up as much as she
could.
"Aaaaakaaaaaneeeee... it's not like you have a choice
heeerrreeeee..." Ranma said in a sing-song tone, grinning wildly all the
while.
"Actually, she does. Pepsi or Coca-cola?" TharzZzDunN inquired.
Akane's piercing scream echoed through out the room. Sadly, the
shadow-person had made sure that no one outside of the room would hear her.
"What about Drayko's security?" inquired one plotter.
"We have something that'll tie them up for quite some time." a
second answered.
"Is it really necessary to control the minds of those who are not
directly involved?" a third inquired.
"The more we have our side, the less he has on his. Once our
sleeper agents hit the Field where it counts, he'll be ours." the first
declared.
"Too bad we had to bottle up the goddesses, but they might've been
able to interfere. I really liked Skuld too." a fourth joined in.
"Besides, it's not like they'll get dispensation to reverse time
just to save his life." the second joined in.
"Yes, but Goddesses of Time can be very tricky." a fifth joined in.
"There's something we're missing. I just know it. It's bothering
me." the third said.
"I know what it is. One of THE most chaotic pieces he has always
had on his side, no matter what." the fifth said.
"What, Pippi Longstocking?" a sixth joined in.
*WHAM* *THUD*
"Maybe the piece won't show." the fourth suggested.
"It's never been a case of whether or not this piece will show.
It's a matter of why and occasionally when. So long as this piece is in
place, we can never be sure of anything that happens during the attack.
However, I have just the device to stop it." the fifth said.
"Um, everyone probably knows who we're talking about, so why don't
we just use our target's name?" the third asked.
"No, best to remain mysterious, just in case there are some people
who haven't yet figured it out." the second declared.
"But, even if we stop all the distractions, we'll still have to deal
with him. He is no push-over, no matter what we may think." the first said.
"We'll have to wear him down." the fourth agreed.
"We can arrange his matches. By the time we fight him, he'll be so
exhuasted that he'll collaspe before us." the second laughed.
The shadow plotters began a round of evil maniacal laughter.
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Well, here's the second interlude between Rounds 4 and 5.
Um, enjoy, I guess.
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C-chan
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