This is kinda weird, but I had to reply in some way...

From: "Grayson R. Towler" <grayson@mail2.meridian-ds.com>
CC: ffml@fanfic.com
Subject: [FFML] [FANFIC] [RANMA] Relentless - Chapter 13
Date: Wed, 06 Sep 2000 15:36:24 -0600


Since this is a long file, I'll just post the link:

http://www.rigroup.com/~grayson/relentless/relentless13.txt

Didn't seem that long.....

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I hope you, or anyone else, don't mind if I reply to a few things that I though were funny. Don't forget, if you haven't read this epic fic as of yet, I suggest you do so before proceeding...

From Story:

"SOARING ONE-MAN DRAGON!"

It was another extension of his One-Man Dragon arts,
once again very similar to the Hiryuu Shoten-Ha from
which the techniques originated.  This time, though,
he made no effort to control the ki of his self-
generated whirlwind so it wouldn't affect him.
Instead, he let the winds take hold of his body and
hurl him through the sky.

Me: .... And lo, Ranma was one step closer to mastering a Dragonball Z art! ^.^


FS:

In an abrupt spasm of motion, Ryouga-chan launched
herself at the nearest tree and began slamming her
head into the trunk over and over.  "I WILL AWAKEN AND
IT WILL BE GONE!" she howled between headbutts.  Wood
splintered and bark flew under her onslaught.

<Oh geez, he's flippin' out!> Ukyou thought
desperately.  <Ranchan said he'd be pissed... what do
I do?>  "Ryouga!" she called.  "Cut it out, already!"

Whether she heeded Ukyou's command or simply broke off
on her own accord, Ryouga-chan stopped her head
banging frenzy and turned to face her friend.  Tears
brimmed at the corner of her eyes.  "I didn't feel
that," she muttered.  "It must... just be a dream..."

"Ryouga..."

The much-abused tree creaked and began to topple.
Ukyou leaped out of the way, but the trunk landed
directly on Ryouga-chan's head and cracked in half.

"I... felt that," the fanged girl whispered from
amidst the wreckage of the tree.  "I must be awake."


Me: ... It amazes me how you're able to catch that comical Takahashi-like quality in you fics. That really just fit my impression of Ryoga expressing his disbelief.


FS:

Ryouga-chan had begun a more thorough inspection of
her new body.  She poked her chest tentatively, eyes
growing wider by the moment.  Ukyou looked on as
Ryouga pulled back the collar of her shirt and
scrutinized her own torso with tremendous interest.

"Hey!" Ukyou cried indignantly.  "Knock it off!"

Ryouga-chan withdrew her head from her collar, dazed
and grinning.  "Heh," she managed to articulate,
raising one wobbly finger for emphasis.  She then
toppled backwards like a plank, blood flowing from her
nose.


Me: It's like watching Charlie Brown and Lucy with the football. You know what's coming, but you laugh at the result anyway.


FS:

"Oh yeah?" his father countered.  "What you goan try'
now, keiki?"

"Just this!" Kunou trumpeted.  "Boot-to-the-head!"

With that, the glorious Kunou Tatewaki did apply his
boot to the diabolical head of his malignant cur of a
father.  Well did he apply it, with great force
mustered behind the mighty boot.  And lo!  The
hellspawed headmaster was indeed caught completely by
surprise, not suspecting to be faced with such a
subtle and wily strategy from his foe.  His loathsome
body did hurtle through the sky, until his recently-
booted head truly collided with the stout walls of
that noble institution of learning, Furinkan High.
And so it was that his head did become buried in the
concrete, and lost unto him was his consciousness.


Me: Hmm. Mojo jojo reading Bible verses....


FS: "An Ode to Love!.... ME: nah. I don't think I could quote that without convulsing myself... Funny, by the way. ^_^

FS:

Shampoo hadn't expected some of the others to resent
her so much, but she'd known perfectly well that old
Dushu Baigu would want to take a piece out of her
hide.


Me: 0_0 ???? "Dushu Baigu? Those wacky Amazons!

FS:

The need to flee surged like a tidal wave in Ranma's
mind.  He desperately focused all his will upon the
Soul of Ice technique, struggling to control the
hammering of his heart.  His battle aura turned a
shocking blue, and he heard a distinct crackling
noise.  The air swirled around him, frosty crystals
coalescing from the vapor onto his skin.  In the face
of the small grey kitten, Saotome Ranma, the Master of
the Anything-Goes School of martial arts, froze
himself solid.

Me: ...That was just too damn priceless. Heh.

This fic made work fun, tonight! Thanks, Grayson!



-You are SO dead, Zucchini-Face.
                 -Bun-Bun vs Aylee
                  Sluggy Freelance

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