TRJ wrote:
Howdy, all! After a year-plus of procrastination and writer's block, I
finally got this sucker done!
And about time too. ^_^
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Shampoo locked eyes with Nabiki as well, and her own eyes widened
as she saw the sparkles in her aura. Nabiki was using magic...no, not just
magic, True Magick. Suddenly, Nabiki's aura turned to crimson rage. Nabiki
was a mage, she realized, and she probably knew what she was.
Chinese. ^_^
"*MONSTER!!*" Nabiki barked; Shampoo watched in almost fascination
as Nabiki's hand flew up. On her finger was a ring set with a ruby -- or
what appeared to be a ruby. Either way, it sparkled angrily. A bright
flash
came forth, accompanied by the sound of what can
'could' would be better than 'can' here, IMO
CHAPTER 5: The Confession
Where Ranma confesses he's really always been attracted to Tsubasa, yes?
Shampoo's face was twisted into one of savage rage. Her lips pulled
back to articulate her snakelike hiss, and a pair of characteristically
long fangs came into view. But it was Shampoo's eyes that really terrified
Akane; they were catlike, gleaming gold and glowing eerily and vile in the
darkened room. Suddenly, Shampoo's hands tensed, and with a quiet *shing*
fingernails lengthened and thickened into vicious talons.
nice imagery.
The horrid knowledge came to her in a flash.
And then Akane knew...
Akane knew just _what_ she had invited into her home.
Akane: A lawyer! Oh Shampoo, how could this have happened to you?
"Oh my god..." she whimpered in a voice ready to scream. Akane
never got to that, though, as her mind decided to take a coffee break. Her
unconscious body collapsed in a faint.
Nabiki had no time to check on her sister, she
I'd use a semi-colon instead of a comma there.
needed to take care
of this thing NOW. She sent off another blast. Shampoo dodged to the side,
letting the shot incinerate the rice paper wall. Fangs bared, Shampoo
rushed Nabiki. However, that only won her a fire blast in the face.
Nabiki that fast or Shampoo that slow?
Nabiki sighed almost sadly. "It...It was Shampoo, Ryouga..." she
replied in a low voice. "She was a vampire, and it was she who attacked
Ranma.
Well, Ranma did continuously provoke her, as I recall.
Tonight was a rotten night to be Kuonji Ukyou.
Ukyou was upset that Nabiki had sucker-fireballed Shampoo, and
wanted nothing more than to reduce Nabiki to a fine paste.
Nice to see her defensive about her 'new' friendship with Shampoo.
_how_ Shampoo killed Mousse. That discovery shed a lot of light on what
happened tonight, and Ukyou realized she didn't know Shampoo nearly as
well
as she thought.
Nope.
Nabiki reviewed her situation. She had some prior experience with
vampires and their varied abilities. From what she'd seen and experienced
so far, Shampoo probably had Auspex, Fortitude, Obfuscate, Celerity and
Potence. All in all, she didn't have many options. At that thought, she
felt two small pricks at the base of her skull; that told Nabiki that
Shampoo was dead serious. Nabiki scowled mentally, /*Gods, but that was an
awful pun!*/
Oui.
"I have no desire to harm you, Nabiki-chan," Shampoo whispered into
her ear.
"Could've fooled me! *ah!*" Nabiki shot back.
She should know better since she attacked first.
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"Good grief," Nabiki sighed as she stood above Ukyou, who cowered
in the corner whimpering to herself.
"...I'm gonna die Ranchan's gonna die Akane's gonna die we're all
gonna die..."
Nabiki calmly removed the ever-present Spatula of Doom from Ukyou's
bandoleer. After taking a few practice swings, she finally brought it
firmly down onto its owner's head.
That ought to get a reaction.
That stopped Ukyou's mad rantings quite expediently. It also made
her crumble to the ground like a sack of kidney beans. "One problem
solved," Nabiki remarked, tearing the Spatula
spatula
from Ukyou's head (*RIP!*).
To solve the next problem, she gathered a scruff of Ukyou's shirt, then
used it as a handle to lift her up. Nabiki calmly slapped her silly.
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*
*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLA--
% yes. that's quite silly, all right.
Akane flinched away, cowering away from Shampoo like a mouse
shadowed by a cat. "Please, leave me alone! I don't wanna die! I don't
wanna die!" the once-proud woman sobbed.
No one around there seems to be dealing with vampires too well. Considering
the number of ghosts that tend to hang around, that's a little surprising.
Shampoo stared in bemusement, then in disappointed disgust. "Jeez,
Akane! For all your bitching, I'da though
thought
A few feet away, Ranma slowly stirred awake from her
unconsciousness. Things were still a little foggy, but she had the
distinct
impression that there was evil afoot. A few seconds later, she remembered
pain of getting the crap beaten out of her while male, and a vampire's
fangs piercing her/his throat. The vampire was...
Shampoo! Shampoo was a vampire!
A vampire had been invited into her house! A vampire who was now in
her house at this very moment!
A vampire that was perfectly fine until you began verbally taunting her.
I
"oh deity..."
Oh
"I've heard enough," Nabiki declared as she stood, already reaching
out with her will to raise the temperature around Shampoo. "You will leave
us, Shampoo, and never return."
You know. After over a decade of maturity, you think they would have
outgrown this bad tendency they have of everyone jumping to the wrong
conclusions.
Also wouldn't they realize that Shampoo didn't turn Ranma into one when she
had the chance?
Soon, the only remainders of Shampoo's passage were a set of broken
shogi and a few drops of vampiric tears.
Hmm. I have a bad feeling they're going to end up sorry they didn't listen
to her, but thenm again, it would have been too easy if they had listened,
I suppose.
Do try to get the next one out in less than a year, neh? ^_^
D.B. Sommer