On Tue, 13 Jun 2000, LaShawn Wanak wrote:
"Hey, we're here." Ranma said. Lita looked up from her despondent thoughts
and found herself in front of a tiny restaurant with a sign 'Nekohaten'
draped across its facade. Ranma gave her a pointed look as he went through
the door, "Now, don't forget what I told you, *Akane*."
Nekohanten
Lita waved her hand distractedly. Cute as he was, Ranma was beginning to
get on her nerves with his 'I-know-better-than-you' attitude. Whatever
Under these circumstances, he does know better :)
The restaurant was a bit on the small side, but the smells within were
delicious. Not much for clientele this time of day; an elderly couple sat
by the windows slurping ramen, while over at the counter, a couple of
construction workers were lazily ogling the shapely, lavender-haired
(purple? mauve?) waitress who was taking their orders down. She gave a
purple. Lavender has more red in it, mauve is darker.
Fuming, Lita was about to respond when she felt a gentle hand on her
shoulder. She turned to see Mousse rising fluidly to his feet. His hand
reached to straighten his glasses, which were skewed on his face. "Do not
worry yourself about me, Akane Tendo." He stated gravely. "My love for
Shampoo acts as a mighty buffer against all types of physical pain." He
paused, then dug in his robes for a moment and pressed something into
Lita's hand. "Here. You may want to do something about that cold of
yours."
Hehe :)
Cologne leaned back on her staff and nodded. "Very well. The Naban Mirror
is yours."
Nanban
take advantage of one of Ranma fiancees being missing to push her own
one of Ranma's fiancees
"Believe me, I don't need witch charms to do that." Beneath his breath, he
hissed to Lita, "What are you standing there for. Get going! I'll stall her
as long as I can."
standing there for?
"The hell was that?" Lita finally said.
What the hell was that?
A club flung was swiftly batted aside by an intercepting mini-spatula. A
bare leg swept up in a graceful arc, narrowly skimming the chestnut
ponytail as it flashed down; the blue-trousered leg thrust out; the slim,
leotarded body arched backward, bringing the petite feet up, over and down
before skipping up again to sail over the sweep of the spatula's blade. The
ribbon, shorter than it was before, snaked out and curled around the
shaft of the spatula. Stepping forward, the uniformed body twisted
sideways, wrenching the spatula to the left; the ribbon stretched taut as
the holder of the ribbon was jerked forward. She compensated for her
mistake by letting gravity pull her upper body down, executing a perfect
no-hand cartwheel, her foot clipping the side of the chestnut-ponytail
girl. She stumbled back, the ribbon binding her right arm to her side, but
shifting her stance, she brought up her left arm, pulling her spatula up
and nicely deflecting the barrage of pins rushing towards her head, at the
same time stepping back slightly to give herself better leverage in the
small tug-of-war for the spatula. Clubs moved into a shapeless blur.
Chortles and curses peppered the air as the ribbon vibrated tightly between
them, on the verge of snapping.
Nice bit of fighting here.
A strange expression crossed Ukyo's face. "Yeah, that was weird. I've never
seen him do that before." She frowned at the comatose body of Kodachi. "I
would think that she would have something to do with it, but she seemed
just as surprised."
I keep thinking she's seen the Cat-Fu thing, but I may be hallucinating.
"Shampoo has a curse, too?
too?"
It wasn't as if she didn't like Lita. A bit on the paranoid side, perhaps,
what did Lita do that counts as 'paranoid'?
John Biles
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"Snap out of it, Misty. Only one of us can hallucinate at a time."
"Don't worry, Brock. There's lots of other girls who can reject you too."
--Ash Ketchum, Pokemon