On Wed, 5 Apr 2000, Shunsuke wrote:
Brick, made of volcanic rock. New or old, it was just as
hard, and new or old, it came in many natural shapes. Rock
can be cut into shapes that are strong or weak; the hardest
obsidian can be as fragile as shale, and the softest
sandstone as impenetrable as diamond. It was all about
finding strengths and weaknesses, not judging the stone by
its physical characteristics.
So, *this* is why Akane can break bricks so easily. Diamonds are prone to
shatter, and volcanic rock is usually soft. (heck, I've seen it sold for
growing plants).
I think a good rock to use here might be limestone, though I kind of doubt
the plausibility of someone breaking one without breaking their hand each
and every time. Then again, not only am I not a geologist, the martial
artists in Ranma is just slightly overpowered...
With a smile, Akane looked down through the cloud of dust at
her handiwork, which was appreciated by a photographically
inclined audience.
Okay, I know what you meant by photographically inclined. Still, why the
adverb? It doesn't really help any, and it kept making me notice it,
since I starting to recongnize it as 'photogenic'.
Kasumi stood up to answer the door while Nabiki and Akane
kept prodding their father with questions.
"C'mon, daddy, you wouldn't arrange it without *some* idea
of who he is or what he's like, would you?" Soun was about
to answer Nabiki's question when Kasumi returned to the
room, almost at a run.
You said 'questions', but as far as I can tell, they only ask one more.
Considering how short of a time such a question takes to be asked, that's
rather quick of Kasumi.
"That's not all that exists, boy,"
That's a rather...intersting line.
"W-wait a minute, I ain't ready for this, y'know. I ain't
marrying her!" Ranma was fumbling for words, not wanting to
say the wrong thing. But even without trying, his fear and
indifference told Akane everything she needed to know. She
handled this the same way she always had.
She ran to her room and cried.
?
"Oh, shut up! Like you would know," she said half-heartedly
throwing the doll toward her sisters. "It's always the same,
it'll always be the same. Nobody wants me!" she bawled to
herself. "Martial arts, that's all I've got to offer. He's
supposed to be a martial artist and even he doesn't want me!"
I guess since this is the first chapter, you don't have to explain it yet.
I'm pretty curious as to what you're aiming at, though.
"An arranged marriage. Could this ever work?"
The way you just phrased her words back there, I had thought she'd already
made the decision, and that decision was no. Perhaps I'm just reading too
much into it, though.
-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble. A few more shots, then
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode. Ducking around a corner,
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of
my Anime supplier.
One look at his face and I knew that I had been betrayed. "Tell me,"
I insisted. He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance. Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao," he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...