Well, my opinions on this series is pretty much the same as it's been
before, I guess. Very smooth flowing writing, but the plot doesn't really
grip me all that much. I do like the inner conflicts among the Ranma
casts, and of course some of hints given here make me desire to know
what's behind all this. Well characterized, as I'd expect from you.
Write faster. (what, hippocracy, me?) ^_^
Yes, I'm still writing this. Only half a chapter this time, but better
than nothing, no? :)
If you can't do it full-heartedly, don't do it at all! Dammit! You
suck!"¤!¤"#%!"#
err.
ignore that. ^_^
* The village referred to as "Zhiwu" previously is now called
"Yaocaicun," as this appears to be a canon name for it. Doing
translations for the Ranma project at <ranmascan.dhs.org> has paid off.
:)
Huh?
And now....
...for something completely different?
Or not.
"Trust me, it'd be quicker for him to find the ones who *aren't*
responsible. What did you expect, 'General?' You surely know the Amazons
quite well. Did you really think that they would lay down and surrender
themselves to you simply because you've killed a few of them?"
I'd write "Surely, you know", but that might just be me.
hadn't done away with him already. They were all crazy, these 'Amazons,'
every last one of them. Nothing but cold-blooded killers. Command
Heh.
It's a cliche thing to say, but I like what you're doing with the "bad
guy" grunts.
his eyes with a blindfold. Evidently, they didn't want to take any
chances chance that he might be able to locate their camp, or whatever
chances chance?
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Move forward, and don't make a
sound." Sharply-edged, her words were a knife held against his throat.
Trying to escape now would be fatal. His chance would come later.
"Sharply-edged" sounds a bit awkward IMO.
The mercenary grinned, his smile accented by his thin moustache.
"I bet you've already done your husbandly duties with her, right?"
"I've taken out her garbage, yeah." That wasn't what he'd meant,
of course, but what business was it of his anyway?
*laugh*
For a second, hate flashed in Kodachi's eyes, a fire so intense
that Akane and Shan Pu should've been instantly burnt to cinders. Then
her usual condescending smirk returned, as if none of this were
particularly important.
*This is your fault, Tendo Akane. You could've ignored Kodachi's
baiting. You let her anger get the better of you, and now gods only know
what the consequences will be. After being married for six years, are
you still so insecure that the thought of your husband paying attention
to another woman shuts down your brain?*
Who's thoughts is this? Akane's own? It took a second of thought - enough
to break concentration - to realize so; too sudden a switch.
*Oh, good one, ya bonehead,* Ranma thought to himself. *You
spend half an hour coming up with that really cool speech, and never
once does it cross your mind that the guards aren't going to understand
Japanese.* Oh well, no big deal. He could still do what he'd come for.
*laugh*
on the ground below it. Gasoline, from the smell of it. Ranma wondered
why hitting the tank hadn't made it explode, the way it always seemed to
in the movies.
No, see - that's only American cars; they take a shitload of damage
without showing any signs of it, then suddenly explode when going over a
certain limit. I think they're manufactured based on some sort of hitpoint
system.
in some cases. Just the thing to soften them up for the impending
battles, Akane thought, and she winced at her choice of words.
Huh?
"Maybe." And he could call it the Bakusai Tank-ketsu, Hikaru
I see you haven't changed. ^_^
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... wot, it's over already? Felt like a very short 34k...
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Ronny Hedin, thark@mangakai.org, http://i99ronhe.island.liu.se/
"Baka baka, minna baka." -Hoshino Ruri, Nadesico
"How embarrassing to be human." -Kurt Vonnegut