"Shit!" one of the techs shouted.
"Do something, you morons!" shouted the man standing
Ah, yet another member of the school of thought which proclaims
that, when someone is doing something wrong, and you yell at them, they will
respond by doing it right....
Surprisingly popular, that one...
"Manual Override activated," he said with no small
amount of relief in his voice.
... and no small amount of *ahem* in his pants.
^_^
Directly before him rested an antique American desk,
its dark polish gleaming faintly in the soft light of the
office. Behind it sat a man who looked to be in his mid
twenties, neatly groomed black hair resting over violet eyes
that held an intimidating, almost disturbing, intensity. His
pressed white suit was as immaculate as the office, with a
single black rose in the lapel.
A white suit? Ew... white is -so- out this season!
You wanna tell HIM that? ^_^
"S-sir," Kazuya began, "at 2200 hours, an intruder
was detected in block seven of the Research and Development
Wing. Though the intruder was using thermoptic camouflage,
motion detectors were able to pick him up."
Question: is this intended to be a crossover/fusion with Ghost in
the Shell?
No.
Question2: Can someone explain to me just -where- the term
'thermoptic' came from?
I think Ghost in the Shell.
"In other words you got lucky," Wataru said.
<snarf!>
^_^
I'd revise this sentence. While I was able to understand it, it was
a bit off-putting.
Will do.
from slapping against the hard and uneven pavement, her
present unclothed state making the sidewalks inaccessible to
her. Why couldn't she have woken up in some clothes?
Because it would make things WAAAAY too easy. :)
True. ^_^
"Well, what do we have here?" a mocking voice said
from the shadows. From the darkness stepped three men, their
pale skin stretched over thin, almost emaciated bodies. The
first was a little taller than her, spiked hair sticking out
in all directions and in several colors. Second was no
larger than the first, his head covered in obscene tattoos.
The last actually looked a little healthier than the other
two, though not by much. Their ragged clothes hung off their
bony frames, an unpleasant odor wafting off of them.
Ah. THOSE types. :)
Yep.
"Got a name, beaver treat?" the third asked. The girl
<blink> Okay. He deserves whatever she can dish out. Idiot...
He richly deserves it...
"Looks like the silent type," the second chortled,
"but I bet she can scream with the..."
... best of you?
HAH! ^_^
//How did I do that?"\\ she asked herself. During the
Well, you punched one, kicked the other, and hammered the third.
Any more questions?
Nope, that pretty much covers it.
Walking over to one of the unconscious men, she
reached down to pull of his dingy shirt. It smelled awful,
like vomit and alcohol, but it was all that was available.
*gulp* Eeewww....
Pesonal Hygene was not very high on their priority list. ^_^
The girl still had no idea where she was. The city,
whatever it was called, was built almost like a maze. At
least she was far away from where she had started, and that
huge robot that had called her a pig. Something about it had
seemed disturbingly familiar, though she couldn't place it
for the life of her.
Uh, yeah. *scratches head* Was it calling her a pig, or calling
itself a pig?
It was calling her a pig.
If it is who I think it is, then 'Juggernaut' is rather
appropriate... *snicker*
Well... you'll see.
She searched the pockets of the black denim jeans she
wore, finding nothing but holes. No money at all. How would
she get food? Yet another question she didn't have an answer
for. Tired and irritable, sleeping on the streets really
didn't do much for one's disposition, she left the alley in
search of some sort of food.
The middle part of the sentence needs to be separated differently,
OR the last sentence needs to be rewritten. Two possibilities:
I'll fix that.
Keiichi took the money from the man, placing it in
his apron. "Good. Now get her out of here, Irish."
Irish?
<blink blink>
-Irish-?
*snicker*
What's so funny?
"No problem," Irish said, motioning for her to walk
with him. She did, eating the apple with gusto.
"Hey, slow down there," he said, "you wanna choke?"
She continued scarfing the fruit until only the core was
left, which she threw into the nearest trash bin.
Hmm.... I dunno. If she was -that- hungry, wouldn't she eat that
too? It -is- edible (and pretty tasty, IMO - just spit out the seeds).
Maybe.
"Thanks, Irish," she said, almost as an afterthought.
"Irish is just what he calls me," he said, "name's
Sean." She remained silent, wondering just what to say. How
could she admit to a total stranger that she didn't even
know her own name?
"Why?" she asked.
"Probably 'cause I'm from Ireland," Sean replied with a laugh.
*slap* Duh.
^_^
"That makes sense," she said uncertainly. Was Ireland
close by?
"You okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes and voice.
"Yeah," she said, though it was a lie. "Why'd you
help me back there?"
"Well, I..."
"... really like your body, and I figured -"
WHAM! CRUNCH! BAM! SQUELCH...
"... ow... medic..."
You pervert... ^_^
"Why?" Sean asked as she tensed beside him. If Kuno
Industries was after her, then he definitely wanted to get
involved. The others would want to hear about this too.
Others? Interesting...
Verrrryyyyy Eeeenteresting....
"Around," she said vaguely. "We're even now."
"Huh?" he asked, soon realizing what she was talking
about. "Oh. Well, I can do better than that, girl."
Oh, really. Uh huh. Whatever you say... :)
Uh, I didn't mean it like that. Just that he could do better than
just score her an apple.
"Shampoo...?" she asked, uncertain of what she was feeling.
"This... this can't be..." Shampoo said in a weak
voice, "Ran...ma? Ranma, is that... you?"
Oh. Shit.
Oh, this can't be good.
It only gets better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. ^_^