Okay, here's a sample scene from what I had in mind. I hope this
clears things up a bit, thought I'm still open to suggestions.
this takes place about the second episode of the anime, or the first
volume of the manga.
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Akane glared at the heap of unconscious boys, the rain beginning to
soak through her uniform. Honestly, how could they think that the only way
to go out with her was to try and beat her to a pulp? It was hardly a wonder
that none of Furinkan's male students could get a date... She glanced down
at her blouse, finally noticing the weight that was hanging from it.
It was a rectangular-shaped device, small enough to fit in the palm
of her hand. The grey metal was smooth to the touch, the small window in the
center showing the present time. What had Ranma called it? A Digivice? Oh,
no, RANMA!
Akane whirled around to where she had left Ranma, finding a pink,
basketball-sized head with floppy ears named Koromon resting on a pile of
Ranma's clothes. She had completely forgotten about what water did to him!
How was she gonna explain this?!
She had no time to ponder the question as the rose sailed through
the air in her direction. With practiced ease, she snatched the clipped
flower from its flight, groaning at what it meant.
"Thy beauty is as the summer's sun, which even this gloomy day
cannot squelch," came a male voice from the trees. Oh, why now? "Come,
Akane, join with this noble samurai in the bed of our eternal love."
"Buzz off, Kuno," Akane growled, "I'm not in the mood."
Kuno stepped into view, his blue hakama drenched from the downpour.
A mahogany bokken was held toward the ground, though Akane knew that it
could be brought to bear in an instant.
"Truly, this boorish lot hast tired thee, fair Akane. Thou lusts for
a man of higher breeding, such as I." For a moment, she could have sworn she
heard someone wretching in the background. She couldn't blame them.
"I SAID I'm not in the mood!" Akane knew that shouting would be
futile. Once this idiot got an idea into what passed for his brain, there
was no reasoning with him.
"Yet, your fiery demeanor demands that thou be bested in battle by a
man of high standing. And that man..." Kuno shifted his weight ever so
slightly, "... is me!"
The first strike came from out of nowhere, Akane barely managing to
dodge in time as it sliced the air just above her head. With blinding speed,
Kuno redirected his attack to her legs. Akane leapt clear, backflipping into
a crouch just as Kuno moved to strike again. Before he could even move, the
Digivice stuck to her blouse began to glow.
Koromon watched the fight with rising anxiety. This Kuno guy was
good, very good. Not up to his own standards... well, his HUMAN standards...
but easily a match for Akane. And from the looks of things, this Kuno jerk
was holding back, too.
Koromon sat on the soaked pile of Ranma's clothes, wishing fervently
for a sudden splash of hot water. While he usually wasn't one to butt in on
someone else's fight, he could never stand by while a guy was attacking a
girl. It just wasn't right...
He gasped in surprise as a surge of power ripped through him.
Koromon felt as if he was being... remade somehow. Like he was being
upgraded. The words that burst from what might have been his throat, he
didn't exactly have a neck, were as much a surprise to him as they were to
Kuno and Akane.
"KOROMON, DIGIVOLVE TO... AGUMON!!!"
Akane gaped at Ranma... or was it Koromon... Agumon... ah, whatever.
In place of the pink, talking head was a short yellow dinosaur. Three rather
long claws adorned what might have been his hands, nearly mechanical blue
eyes glaring daggers at Kuno.
"Wha..." was all she could manage before Kuno exploded.
"What manner of Hell-born creature is this?!" he bellowed, levelling
his bokken at Agumon. It WAS Agumon, right?
"The name's Agumon, pal!" Agumon's voice was rather high-pitched,
yet carried a definite note of threat.
"I SHALL NOT ALLOW YOU TO THREATEN FAIR AKANE!" With a fierce cry,
Kuno raised his wooden sword and charged at Agumon as Akane stared in rising
fear. Even with those claws, she just couldn't see Ranma... damnit, AGUMON!,
challenging Kuno. He was the best martial artist in Furinkan, on par with
her, even!
Time seemed to slow down as Kuno neared the small creature, his
bokken coming down in an arc that Akane knew would split Agumon like an
overripe melon. Kuno had cut down TREES with that stick, a tiny dinosaur
wouldn't have a chance! Agumon took a deep breath, a glow forming around his
snout.
"PEPPER BREATH!"
Akane watched as a volleyball-sized ball of fire slammed into Kuno's
chest, knocking him off his feet. The mentally-addled kendoist sailed
backward as if he had been his by a truck, flying past Akane in a rush
before slamming into the north wall of Furinkan. Shocked, she stared at
Kuno's unconcsious form, emebedded in a sizeable crater in the mortar.
Kuno's hakama was scorched, his bokken reduced to ashes. His hands were held
forth in the three-fingered sign of "Oh, Kami-sama, this is gonna hurt!",
the wall surrounding him blackened from the blast. Akane merely blinked at
the sight. NOW, she had seen everything...
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Okay, so it isn't much, but I figured a sample scene would draw
better than just an idea.
Questions? Comments? Love to hear 'em!
Jed