Oh YES! the Tenchi thing... ^_^
It must be noted that the poor author has not been sufficiently nourished
in
a long time and a healthy offering should be sent. One of Comment,
criticism
and affirmation.(C&C+A) Flames will be used to heat all things cold and are
generally frowned upon.
Me?
Without enough strength to hold the rock up, it fell down pressing both
Yosho and Ryoko into the ground. Leaving only the birds twittering for
miles
around. The blue sky shone, the trees swayed slightly in the wind and an
annoying alarm rang in the middle of everything.
So... Tenchi... is now descended from RYOKO?!
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"Tenchi, Tenchi... Wake up buddy. It's time to eat."
"Huh?" Tenchi raised his head, looking around groggily. He looked around.
Tochou was in the desk beside him, so were most of their classmates. The
teacher was nowhere in sight. Tenchi sighed, another class he missed.
"Sorry, I haven't been sleeping well lately. This drea...:"
Tochou waved his hand around impatiently. "Excuses, excuses. So, what did
you pack for lunch today?"
Is this the huge guy with the ugly nose and the big lips?
"I don't know actua..." He looked down at his bag. "I think it's something
with fish."
LOL
"Tenchi?" Tochou waved a hand in front of his face. "Man, you're zoning out
a lot today. Are you sure you're okay?"
Sleep deprivation. -_^
The door opened and most of the people turned their heads to look at the
head poking out. She had yellow, wavy hair and a tan lesser girls could
kill
for. "Uhm, next. I think?" She looked back and forth at the row of people
until... "Oh Tenchi! Did you come too? But why are you here? Oh, I get it!"
She took on a very serious face, as opposed to the confused one earlier.
"You must be hurt. Come in." She opened the door and hurried back in.
Mihoshi. MIHOSHI. What's she doing here? You will explain. Soon.
Right? *carefully fails to hide large spiked club behind his back. Little SD
Nathan's sit on his shoulders. The right shoulder one is carrying a cheery
yellow book labled "Torture For Dummies" and the left shoulder one has a
noose in one hand and a knife in the other.*
Tenchi sneaked out as quietly as possible. There was no sense in staying
any
longer. Out side the office, Tochou kept asking him about what happened and
how she was like.
No, you don't want to ask Tenchi, you want to ask the janitor with the long
teal hair.
"Tenchi, Tenchi, Tenchi." He shook his head. "Didn't you see how she
reacted
to you? She couldn't think straight. She could have been putty in you
hands.
Pfhe, nothing much."
LOL. Has to be the first time anybody's put meaning to her being an utter
ditz... Even if he is wrong.
but it looked nearly alive, it perfectly for his hand and he started
juggling it with both...
it fit perfectly
Here was where the root centered. It was a big hall of a muddy underground
room. It all looked like it was dug out by old roots that, by now, had
withered and dried. In the middle, there was some sort of gathering of the
roots. They twirled around a roundish shape, almost guarding it. Slowly, he
walked up to it and felt its bark.
Waitasec. FUNAHO! She's planted herself on top of that rock!
Hard and tingly to the touch, he noted. He tapped the thing with the hilt
he'd picked up. Suddenly, everything wanted to happen at once. The roots
untwirled and shrank back. A hand shot out from the middle of the bundle
and
grabbed his.
"TENCHI!"
You evil. The hand is obvious, but whose voice? Is their first meeting a one
on one or is there somebody else gumming up the works.
Nate like. Nate like lots. Interesting premise, well enough written that I
didn't notice one way or the other... Fair warning, though, that this isn't
very hard. No formatting headaches.
Kewl. Do we see more of this thread first, or are you doing one of the
others?
Be well.
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Nathan Baxter, Grand High Emperor of the Lobsters.
Author, Bubblegum^5, El Hazard: The Continuing World
(Now, if you've heard of both of these, THEN I'll be
impressed.)
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daver-sharp There's razor sharp, then there's scalpel sharp,
there's the kind of sharp a monomolecular whip is, and
then... There's daver-sharp. Where the edge of the blade
planes down to the ninth dimension and goes away.
--B. Hutchins, Undocumented Features 2
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