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From: <Kenjiko2@aol.com>
To: <ffml@fanfic.com>
Sent: Saturday, 25 September, 1999 23:03
Subject: [FFML] {Ranma/Sailor Moon} Paragon episode two

"You know as well as I do that the only reason you got away with
wearing that tang all the time was because of your problems with cold
water.  Now that that's a thing of the past, she's going to insist on
your dressing 'properly', if I'm any judge of character.  And I am."

Tang is what Ranma's prefered attire is called?

Don't mistake her-- she truly loved her "cousin" Usagi, but the
rivalry between them {was now : now had the} force of habit.  Besides, it

was usually

in good fun.  Well, at least she thought so.

Well, she could also believe when Usagi tried to cook.  Serenity
had never gotten the hang of it herself, and it was widely {known :

considered wise} in

the Crystal Palace {that :} when the Queen was feeling "domestic", to
precall for takeout just in case she hadn't {picked : chosen} to prepare

curry.

Serenity did a mean curry rice, but almost anything else...

On the other hand, with Ikuko-mama helping, Chibi-Usa was a fair
cook for her age.  Except for one thing.

Said future father was talking to aforementioned future mother.
Not their usual quiet intimacies or discussions of how to improve
Usagi's grades (a matter of some concern to Mamoru {Chiba) : Chiba),} but

the

mysterious fighter that had appeared the day before.

She hoped it would give {her : him} the confidence to finally tell her
what she was so certain of-- that he loved her, that he did want to
marry her.

Oh, looky.  School.  And the single person who he actually came
{close : closest} to detesting in the world.  Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue

{Thunder : Blunder} of

Furinkan High.

If she had appeared in a proper Sailor fuku and tiara, Usagi
wouldn't have {bat : batted} an eye.  After the Pharaoh 90 matter, she'd

have

just asked what world she was a senshi of and said Welcome.

Ranma sighed.  He had known that this was going to happen.  And
there was no way that he'd be able to convince Kuno of the truth.
Kuno's reflexive distrust of Ranma was {to a : of such a} level that if

Ranma had

said the sum of two and two was four, Kuno would have hired
mathematicians to make it five.

Ranma pointed.  "He ran up the wall.  Well, he more hopped on a
ledge and again up.  It was really cool!  Do you know him?  He was
really handsome, I think, although I didn't get a good look at him
because he was so fast.  Are you his girlfriend?  What's his name?
Do you know his blood type?  Blood type is awfully important, isn't
it?  Where is he from..."

What about his sign?

"Rei, I'm gonna be late, but it's important-- I met someone who
knows about the kind of martial arts that Paragon was using.  Maybe I
can {find out : get} a clue?"

Of stranger things are friendships formed.  But not by much.

What's strange about liking ice cream? <G>

What seemed to be an ordinary young woman raised her binoculars
to her eyes once again... but this time as she lowered her hand, they
stayed there.  To Paragon's disquiet, her clothing changed-- as did
other parts of her.  Where once an ordinary woman stood, now there
was a gunmetal gray creature with various lenses sticking out of {her : .}
{dressed : Dressed} in a pink tutu.