Well, sugar, since you asked so nicely for my comments.
Mind you, I'm not
the grammar maven that sound previous C&Cers are...
Ucchan! Hey, maven or not, comments are gold.
>"Hey!" Ranma protested, then calmed a little. "Um...
Kasumi? When's
>dinner?"
>
>Laughing merrily, Kasumi said, "Whenever you'd like, Ranma-chan."
Just a thought... the Kasumi you've created might as
easily refer to our
hero(ine) as 'Ranma-sama'... with gentle facetiousness, of course.
Hmmm, that's a thought. She's done it once already in, er, AG3? I
think...
>Ranma jerked to a stop, and an uncustomary annoyance
flashed in her
>eyes, but she sighed and stopped herself. <It's not her
fault. I'm
>gonna have to talk ta her real soon, or-->
Now, refresh my memory... he, er, she's annoyed at my
presence why?
Not your presence, but the interruption.
>"Ranchan?" Ukyou asked with some worry.
>
>"Errr, hey, Ucchan." Ranma smiled wanly. "What's up?"
>
>"I... I'd say you are, Sugar."
>
>Ranma looked past her feet to the floor about thirty centimeters
>further down. "A-heh, yeah... It's a long story, Uccha--"
Oh, yeah. 460 meg and counting...
Gah. That's "K". Megs indeed... :)
You know, when a girl tells ya what you've got is really
big, that's
generally a good thing (at least, that's how guys seem to
think)
Hmmm, no enlightenment concerning the female opinion? (Don't answer
that!) ^_-
But isn't
this taking things a bit far? ^_^
I dunno. Ask Vince about his 1 Meg Taming of the Horse, and I'll
abide by his answer. ^_^ Or you could ask Alan. :P
>The fight ended before it began because Tatewaki
>disappeared from sight. Ranma blinked and looked down to see him
>prostrating himself on the floor.
>
>"Oh, my pigtailed goddess!! Let me worship at your feet!! Let me
>pray to your magnificence!! Fill me with your divine
love that I may
>whisk you away from these foul environs and show you my true--"
Well, to a certain extent, he knows how to treat a
goddess. Pity his respect
for her doesn't quite reach the 'I'm not worthy!'
stage... after all, he
*has* assumed the position.
Hehehe. Oh, Kunou is soon to have an inspiration on how to best
respect her that's going to cause Ranma no end of irritation. ^_^
>*POW!!!*
Like I said. "Thank you, megamisama, may I have another?"
Hehehe. Don't remind me of my frat days. Those were some good times,
but the pledging... *shudder* ^_-
>Kodachi was not a happy camper. Expecting to see her
Ranma-sama in
>the dojo, what she got was the female version instead.
She stamped
>her foot.
Sending it to Sears for a new pair of shoes, I take it? ^_^
Uh...
Sorry, old joke. Please continue...
Uh... Flew by me. Gomen.
>"I am NOT amused!"
...your Majesty. What is this, Dachi-chan thinks she's
Queen Victoria? She
sure doesn't dress the part...
Hmmm, what would Queen Vic have worn if she'd done martial arts
rhythmic gymnastics? Aye, there's the rub. ;p
QV: You ain't just whistling Dixie. Ow! Physician, some salve. We
are chafed.
>Happousai buried his face in Kodachi's bosom and frotted around.
And now Happosai's discovered 'Victoria's' secret...
Gah. I see Gary's going to have company on Dante's Punner's Circle.
:)
><Ah, HA!> Her eyes followed Kunou as he glomped the new
sex goddess.
>She felt a momentary rage at the young goddess build in
her, but she
>stamped it down. <All in good time... All in good time...>
More stamping, huh?
Literal versus figurative. It's variety... of a kind. :)
The fic brought to you by the US Postal Service - What's
*your* priority?
DFR: Sex!
Nope. ONNA-RANMA! ^_^
Ucchan: I can believe that. Does this mean Retsu-chan
is an author avatar?
^_^
Oooo, I'll have you know that Ranma has not had sex in this fic...
yet. And for the record, Retsy looks nothing like me. :P
>"KUNOU! ARGH!! EEEK!!! DON'T TOUCH ME *THERE*!!!"
>
>"MY GODDESS!!! I BEG YOU!! COMMAND--"
You know, if ya stop and think about it, Ranma IS
commanding Kunou to do
something already, ne?
He's waiting for a better offer...
But then, 'thinking about it' would be rather OOC for
Kuno, now, wouldn't it?
Or for just about *any* of us in the Ranmaverse...
Agreed.
>Ranma patted the top of her chest with the flat of her hand, and
>then started as she realized how feminine the gesture was.
Wouldn't she have *stopped* upon realizing that?
I think it's a fair assumption that she stopped when she, er,
started.
>Ukyou clutched the spatula to her and gazed adoringly at
Ranma. "Oh,
>Ranchan! You DO love--" Ukyou phased out for a few
seconds, although
>a blank smile formed on her face.
>
>"Ucchan?"
>"Ukyou?"
>"What wrong, Spatula-Girl?"
>
>Her eyes cleared, and Ukyou blinked at the faces peering at her.
>
>"What just happened, Ucchan?"
>
>Blushing purple, Ukyou just mumbled, "Never you mind." <What the
>hell brought THAT on?!>
Aaaand we're off. Should I assume it gets stronger as we
go along? From
what you mentioned to me about this thing, I shouldn't be
able to remain on
my feet...
Wait for it... :)
And why do I feel like Emily Litella all of a sudden?
I haven't a clue...
I will say that if you hadn't told me about this
beforehand, I'd'a greeted
this scene with a 'huh?'...
Well, it does require the reader to do a little addition, I'll grant
you. Ranma, Goddess of Sex, adds something to Svava's spell on the
spatula. What's that something likely to be?
>Finally returning to consciousness and hearing Ranma's
cry, Tatewaki
>leapt to his feet, all evidence of damage gone.
"PIGTAILED GODDESS!!
>I SHALL COME TO YOUR--
Y'know, for all his florid speeches, I'd say Tacchi-chan
has just arrived at
a poor choice of words...
Purely intentional. ^_^
...please, don't make me spell it out, sugar...
MARIKO: But it's so much EFF-YEW-ENN!!!
>"Where ya goin', Stud?"
Of all the names I've heard Kuno called... this has never
been one of them.
Mara's biased.
Unless he were to get run over by a snow tire. And I
could picture that
happening...
Ewww, ouch, ouch.
>"Hello, my dear. Shall we away from these awful women? I can see
>what you need, I know what you desire. I KNOW..."
No you don't, Retsu-chan... if Yggdrasil was ignorant
about Ranchan's, ah,
peculiar situation, so are you. And a damn good thing.
He's just building her up so that he can take her down... Yeah,
that's about right. ^_^
>"MADAM!! Unhand the Kunou family's future glory!!"
Heh. Kuno-chan WOULD call it that.
EVERY-thing Kunou has glory attached to it.
KUNOU: Wanna see the tatto?
CAST: Ewww!
MARA: If it ain't got my name on it, forget it.
>"Say hi, Mr. Sword!"
*That's* only a little less predictable (which doesn't
diminish it in the
least). By the way, is it some curse of hell that demons
should always have
bad taste in potential sex partners?
Dunno, but I am forced to say that Retsuji's taste in women seems to
be fine. ^_^
>Ryouga was still present in the dojo, but he was laid out on the
>ground, his lifeblood seeping away, doomed to nasal ejection by
>virtue of the four women who'd been going at it on the
dojo floor.
>His eyes gazed but did not see.
Ohhh, you better do something about this, Dave-kun...
unless you PLAN for
this story to go dark. Terminal nosebleed... whatta way to go...
He lives... and promptly gets lost. The question is whether it was
intentional or accidental. No puns, please. ;)
>Ranma blinked. "KUNOU?!?! HELL, Lady, you can HAVE him!!"
Good choice of words... especially for talking to a demoness.
Kamisama is cutting her a little slack on language, I suppose,
although I'm sure Ranma will be getting a phone call at some point
in the future.
>Mara's eyes narrowed. "OH, no! You're not getting off THAT easy!
Bad choice of words. Oh, the innuendo...
Hehehehe.
>Near the entrance, Soun was apoplectic. "My... my dojo..."
>
>Kasumi rubbed his shoulders. "There, there, Father. I'm
sure it'll
>be all right."
>
>Nabiki rolled her eyes.
Nabiki: It's not like *you* ever use the place, Daddy...
Ouch. Score two for the Middle Tendou.
>Amaterasu's katana faded in and then
>flared to life, wisps of fiery mana coruscating off the sharpened
>edge. "Let's dance," she grimly invited.
Gary takes you to task for using Japanese phrases that
every otaku worth
their salt should know after the first year. But he's
ignoring the fact that
there are some equally perplexing *English* words in this
fic. Coruscating?
Sheesh, let me go find my pocket copy of the OED...
Hmmm, it didn't seem that obscure.
>Tatewaki blearily came to and then stared in awe at the sight of
>Ranma wielding what could only be a weapon worthy of the greatest
>swordswoman, someone fit to stand by his side and face
the battles
>of life. It didn't hurt that it was two of his favorite things
>wrapped up into one. "Oh, my goddess," he whispered.
Yes, that's *one* of the sources for this fic, Tacchi-kun...
:)
>"You're not wearing any underwear!" Happousai complained. "If you
>don't wear any precious darlings, where's MY fun?!"
All you male otaku out here, could y'all explain
something to Happosai?
Wait for it...
>"EEK!!" Urd jumped, skittered, waltzed, and mambo'ed around the
>creaking dojo, trying to remove the pest next to her skin.
Whoever mentioned that the apostrophe was superfluous is
quite right, but I
dunno if the 'e' belongs there... either way, sugar,
you're gonna look like
Dan Quayle...
/me faints and then promptly expires from embarrassment.
Ucchan! ARGH! Say, when are you posting another fic? ;p
>The residents of Nerima blinked once, if they did at all, and
>quickly (for their sanity's sake) chalked it up to more, even
>stranger doings at old man Tendou's. If it wasn't flying
minotaurs,
>or something similar, it was odd balls of glowing air
shooting off
>at random.
Oddballs, indeed...
Hey, hey! This fic is P-- er, G-- errr, R?
>Hiroshi and Daisuke ran down the street, following Ranma's path.
>
>"The view was nice."
>
>"Indeed so..."
You know, their apparant detachment makes these two so
hard to figure out. I
can't quite tell if they're pervents or not. (Then
again, I can't tell if
*I* am, so I'm obviously a poor judge)
/me sits back and peruses "Manzuri Break". "My, that Ranma certainly
is competitive..."
:)
>The boozing Mara had done earlier proved to be her
salvation, as she
>couldn't quite find the necessary concentration to fly
in straight
>lines. Ranma was left to wonder: <Is she reading my moves?>
Heh. Now *you* know what it feels like, eh, Ranchan?
Heh, even if it turns out to be largely untrue. :)
>Ukyou looked at her appraisingly for a second. "Yeah... okay.
>Shampoo, you go right, I'll go up the middle, and Akane can go
>left," Ukyou snickered, "so to speak."
>
>Blushing an angry red, Akane stomped off.
Well, at least the stamping stopped.
One vowel change, and NOW you're happy? ^_-
>"Next lesson, kiddo. Power runs out, and you don't want
to be caught
>flat-footed someplace you don't want to be."
Ranma-sama: Better that than flat-chested...
AKANE: Are you talking about me? Are YOU talking about ME?!
UKYOU: Well, it sure ain't your Daddy she's talking about! Uh, wait
a minute. He's flat-chested anyways.
CAST: [slaps hands over faces]
:P
>"That was Cologne. She told me to tell you that Mousse is coming
>over to send you to hell for casting spells on his beloved
>Shampoo... or words to that effect."
And wouldja believe that, for once, the blind bat is right?
Hehehe. Oh, the irony of it all. :)
>"Ranchan! Hey... Well, darn it! ... Oh!!" She smiled
>dazedly, her body moving slightly, images of onna-Ranma flashing
>through her pleasure centers. She completely forgot
about following
>the real one.
Talk aboutcher consolation prizes...
Um... Gomen. -_-;;;
>"Put your glasses back on!"
>
>Mousse raised his chin. "No."
>
>"Why not? You're even worse than usual without 'em!"
>
>"Yes," Akane chimed in, "why *do* you keep them up on your head?"
>
>Mousse blushed and stammered, "None of your business."
Has anybody managed to answer that one satisfactorily?
Not to my knowledge...
>She looked at Akane on the ground and Ranma laughing.
"Oh, my! How
>many children are you two thinking of having?"
>
>Ranma promptly fell out of the air and face-planted next
to Akane.
>They both groaned in response to the question.
Ranma-sama: Geez, Kasumi, they aren't *mine*... they're Mousse's!
Kasumi: Oh... well, does Shampoo know how many children
he was planning on?
Ranma-sama,Akane: <snorting sod>
Snorting sod? You have a fascinating way with words, Ucchan. ^_^
>"Ranchan?" a teary voice asked. "I-- I-- After this, I th-thought
>y-you... loved me..."
>
>"U-Ucchan, look, I, um, well, you see--"
>
>"AH! OOOHH! AAAAAH!!" Ukyou shouted.
>
>Everyone's eyes bulged at the okonomiyaki chef, cradling
her weapon
>and rocking.
o/~ Rock-a-bye spatula, on the treetop... o/~
Kasumi: Oh my... and how many children were YOU thinking
of having, Ukyou?
UKYOU: One thousand little pigtailed spatulas... in red.
>"OH, RANCHAAAAANNNNNN!!!" Visions of multiple onna-Ranmas making
>wild, passionate, and condensed love to her filled Ukyou's mind.
Ukyou: None, if I'm doing it with onna-Ranma...
*Cue miracle.*
KAMI-RANMA: I bless thee, Ukyou, with our child.
UKYOU: Just how does that work, again, Sugar?
KAMI-RANMA: [thumbing through manual] Uh... Darn! I had it
bookmarked!
UKYOU: ...
BTW, what's condensed love? Is that like condensed milk?
'Cause that *does*
look like... ah... I'll shut up, now...
Time-shortened. That could be clearer. Will fix.
>"No! NO! NOOOO!!!" Ukyou burst into tears. "Ranchan GAVE
it to me!
>It's miiine... I love that... I gotta have... I NEED
that spatula...
>no... please..." She turned around and leaned into Akane, wailing
>into her shirt.
Never thought of myself as a sex addict before...
No one ever does until it's too late-- OW! Easy with that spat!
It's the "my house will never catch fire" rationale. :)
>Ranma stared, and then approached hesitantly, guilt
eating her up.
Wish *I* was... WHAT AM I SAYING?
LOL!!
There but for the quick thinking of Urd go thee... Ooog.
:)
>Ukyou took a moment to make a mental observation. <This
doesn't feel
>as good *live* as it did in my head...>
Nope... that's why I think I may have gotten the better deal...
Ah, well... I promise to work on the Ukyou + Ranma fic... just as
soon someone confirms that Zen lives... ^_-
>She hesitantly hugged the
>redhead back. "I... I forgive you, Ranchan. Was there
ever a doubt?
And if you Akane-fanciers thought there might be...
biiii-dah! :-�
Hehehe.
>It's just a spatula. C'mon, Sugar."
>
>"WaaAAaaaAAaaaAAaahhh!!!"
>
>"Man, when she blows, she blows completely," Ukyou
muttered aloud.
>Several of the women in the room snickered.
I refuse to make any hentai comments at this point.
Thank you. :)
>"You're that Hibiki peasant, aren't you? The one that's always
>attacking my Ranma-sama?" she asked in a threatening voice.
>
">"Peasant?! Who died and made you god-- dess... Um..."
>
>"Poor choice of words at the moment, Hibiki.
At least you recognize one when you hear it, Dachi-chan.
Awl dat high-falutin' edjumucashun wuz good fer sumpin!
>Now stand asi--"
>
>*SPLASH!*
Kodachi: Erm... that'll do nicely.
Kodachi stamps, er, stomps the piglet as she continues forward...
>Lowering him and holding him from his bandanna like a
purse, Kodachi
>scooped up the empty clothing, grimacing at the dirt and grime.
>
>"My word, Hibiki-san, do you never launder your apparel?"
>
>Shaking her head, Kodachi made for home with something
of a spring
>in her step, swinging Ryouga from side to side,
forgetting, for the
>moment, that he wasn't a purse.
Won't be the first time pairing up Kodachi and Ryoga...
though I suspect
Ryoga isn't gonna like this one as much.
Nope, no pairing. Just happenstance. I think I'll have to disclaim
the possibility before I ever post to RAAC.
>Putting her arms down, Urd breathed in relief. "Don't say the
>P-word."
>
>"P-word?" Ranma scratched her head.
Okay, everyone else has been making jokes about this
line, so I'll refrain.
Thank you #2 or so.
>"Promise."
Ranma-sama: So, I guess I should ask Kasumi to buy a
different brand of
margarine, shouldn't I?
Getting tired, Ucchan? :)
>Chuckling, Urd said, "No, Student, this is a Rule...
Y'know, Urd watches so much telly, you'd almost expect
her to refer to
Ranma-sama as 'Grasshopper' at this point.
Hmmm.... NONONONO! I did NOT hear that! Whew! That's better, Master
Po... ACK!!!
>Selecting the one she wanted, she put the others back.
>Carefully reading the label to be sure, "Urd's Special
Love Potion
>No. 17," she nodded and broke the top off.
>
>"This one I *know* does what it's supposed to!"
And what's it *supposed* to do?
What it does... What? ;) [wait for it... :)]
>She poured half of the contents into Ranma's cup and half into
>Akane's. "That should do nicely," she smirked to
herself. "No loss
>of control, but severe loss of inhibition and a generous
helping of
>lust."
I got a baaaad feeling about this...
Me too, Sugar...
>Genma felt feverish. How is it that he never noticed how
well formed
>Ranma was? The large, juicy, creamy mounds of-- <GAH!! Old fool!
>That's your child!
Ewwww...
The potion is just a tad indiscriminate...
>I wonder where--> and he saw her.
>
>"No... chan..." he whispered. He knew from experience
that she also
>had large, juicy--
>
>"Genma... kun," Nodoka breathed. She'd forgotten how...
manly Genma
>was. Her eyes roamed his form, an action not lost on the other.
>
>"Ne... No-chan. I need to, ah... *speak* with you for a bit...
>*upstairs*."
>
>"I thought you'd never ask, Genma-kun."
BWAHAHA! Finally, Urd's potion *works*, and on two
people it probably
*should*! Nice work, Dave-kun.
/me beams. It's about time that it be a *marriage*. :)
>Urd looked up with poorly disguised annoyance. "That was
*supposed*
>to be for you two."
>
>"WHAT?!" Ranma and Akane chorused. They looked at one
another, and
>then turned away, blushing red to the roots of their hair.
>
>"Senseeeeei!!"
>
>"OOOH-HO-HO-HO-HOOOOO!! You two needed... and *need* an
icebreaker."
>
>A steady rhythmic noise began to filter down from upstairs.
>
>Ranma summed up everyone's embarrassment. "Oh, just *great*."
There but for the grace of Kami-sama...
Precisely.
>"Hmmm." <Well, now business is *really* going to dry up. Time for
>more fertile fields-->
Another choice of words that'll get the MSTers salivating...
UNNAMED MST'ER OF NOMINAL REKNOWN: You rang?
>"Sorry, Ranma," Akane giggled again, "but that was just
so *you*. No
>feminine modesty whatsoever."
>
>"Hey! I'm learnin'!" she huffed.
>
>"A little, maybe. Um... Are you going to put something on?"
>
>Ranma considered that for a moment. "I don't know if I can. What
>should I wear?"
>
>Akane grinned evilly. "We could always raid Happousai's
collection
>and see if he has anything you like."
>
>"Ewww, Akane. Get real." Ranma mimed gagging by poking a
finger into
>her open mouth.
>
>Akane clasped her hands in front of her and leaned over in a
>fetching, schoolgirl pose. "Awww, don't you think you'd
look good in
>a teddy?"
>
>"ACK! No way! Um... What's a 'teddy'?"
Don't you remember, Ranchan? It's that little brown bear
that you used to
sleep with back when we were kids... I had a dog, and you
had that bear,
and...
AKANE: It's okay, Ukyou. There, there. Would like to hold the
spatula for just a few seconds?
:P
>"YOU... BWAAAHAHA!! YOU LOOK SOMETHING OUT OF THE
ARABIAN NIGHTS!!
>HAAAAAHAHAHA!!!"
Look *like* something...
EEK! Will fix.
Congratulations, Gary... you've just been tributed.
:)
>Nabiki rolled over on her futon and put a pillow over
her head. The
>laughter and the occasional thump on the floor were driving her
>crazy. She rolled her eyes at a loud round of laughter
that sounded
>like Akane. <Oh, brother!>
>
>A stretch of quiet followed, and Nabiki said aloud, "Finally!"
>
>She should've been listening in or recording it, but she just
>couldn't find any interest in it that night.
No, but it's a matter of principal, Nabbi-chan...
True, but she's the big fish afraid she's about to be fried...
Distracting.
>"I ain't THAT picky. Really! I'd even take a woman. I'm flexible!
>WAAAHH!!"
>
>Kasumi started, and then breathed out. <She's not
talking about you,
>silly.>
Would that even cross Kasumi's mind?
Mmmm, a good question, but I think Kasumi is nominally aware enough
of the outside world for the joke to work. I generally don't
subscribe to the oblivious Kasumi.
>Hooking her arm through Urd's, Kasumi and the goddess strolled
>upstairs. "We eldest sisters have to stick together, you know."
I hope you aren't serious about them *sticking* together...
Nope. Just friends.
>Urd laughed for the sheer joy of it, while Kasumi pondered their
>unlikely, budding friendship. <We're so different! But that's
>probably why it works.>
Interesting. So many authors match up Belldandy and
Kasumi (the voice
actress makes it almost too easy, not to mention their
disposition and all
that). This is a novel approach... and that's not a
comment on the story's
length (that's already been done).
Uh... thanks? :) Bell's not out of the picture, but Urd's going to
become a good friend to Kasumi, and vice versa. They have a lot to
teach each other, if they'll listen.
>Retsuji timidly held out his right hand, palm up, imagining the
>ruler from Hell chopping it off or something more dire, perhaps.
No, if the HellLord were to chop off something more dire
(and believe me, it
WOULD be more dire) he would have asked for it to have
been held out instead.
Modifier, Dave... not that it matters to any but the
MSTers. We all know
whatcha mean.
Hmmm, it is a language problem. This entire scene's been redone, but
that line is still there. Will revise.
>Akane studied Ranma as she drifted around the room. "I
think I like
>it better that you're worrying about being good enough instead of
>assuming you are."
Granted, it's probably OOC, but then, Ranchan's been
through an awful lot
thus far.
Yes. He's been shown some things about him/herself, and Ranma's
scrambling to make sense of it. Thinking more than usual, for one
thing. (Darn pronouns... :)
Dave, whoever said your serious parts were better than
the comedy was
dead-on.
I find myself facing that comment with mixed feelings, especially
since I started out writing comedy, but I'll take it for a
compliment on the drama. I'll try to improve the comedy of future
chapters.
Not necessarily for the repetitiveness factor -
there is, after
all, the rule of three that you seem to be following in
some of the slapstick
sequences
*nods*
- but the meat you're starting to hang on the
bones. Kodachi's
looking almost sympathetic as she comes to the
realization that Ranma-sama
isn't quite right for her (actually, I'd'a liked to see a
third failed
scenario for her to visualize... not that I have any
ideas offhand what it
might be).
Thanks. The Kodachi scene was a last minute add-on when I realized I
hadn't closed off her finding Ryouga. I'll consider a third
scenario.
Urd brings her own baggage as the goddess of
love who's never
really loved.
Indeed so.
And of course, the new relationship
between Ranma and Akane,
as they both cope with the realization that neither of
them are worthy of the
situation thrust upon them.
Yup. They're not so different as Akane fears they are.
>"Then I hit you, brain you, and pound you," Akane
growled. "A lot.
>Until you go back to being Ranma."
>
>The goddess laughed, wiped her eyes, and then floated over and
>settled on the floor next to Akane. She leaned against the larger
>girl. "I hope that works, but NOW do you see why I need
ya? You're,
>um, my anchor... Is that right?" She turned and peered up into
>Akane's face.
Akane: Hmm, an anchor... never thought about using one of
those before...
it'd be kinda awkward, wouldn't it?
As a weapon or something else? :j
>"What's normal, Akane? I... I can't give ya normal.
>Ain't in the cards for me. Is normal what you want, what ya gotta
>have?"
Ranma-sama: 'Cause the only way we're gonna be even
*close* to Normal is if
we move to central Illinois....
AKANE: Ir-- Irrinoi? Irrinoisu?
RANMA: Depends on which part of the country yer in.
AKANE: Oh. That's good to know.
Normal, huh? Just what are you saying about the rest of us, Ucchan?
Huh? Huh?!
UKYOU: [wearing Groucho mask and holding a cigar] Normal is as
normal does. Know what I mean? [waggles eyebrows]
:P
>"Ranma?"
>
>"Yeah?"
>
>"Where are we, um, going... with us?"
Ranma-sama: Didn't I just tell ya?
AKANE: Baka! Drop the state jokes!
>NOTE: This concludes the introductory arc of The
Accidental Goddess.
Oy vey... all that, and it's just introduction? Granted,
Gary did TEN
prologues for Hearts and Minds, but that was supposed to
be an exception, ne?
Well, I would like to think we're all exceptional, so-- [Dave thinks
he hears Gary raspberry him from another part of the country.]
Well! I never! :P
But I'm really enjoying the story... even though I'm
stuck with the short end
of the spatula handle.
I'm going to try to do good by you, Ucchan... er, in a manner of
speaking. ^_^
Keep it up, Dave-chan!
Ooo, chan. I'm... speechless... which is probably a good thing after
460K or whatever. ^_-
Thanks a million for the C&C, Ucchan. Like I said: pure gold.
Cheers!
Itsu mo,
Ucchan ^_^
DF-kun
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