Subject: [FFML] Re: Some things that I've been pecking at for some while
From: "DB Sommer" <sommer@3rdm.net>
Date: 11/13/2000, 1:15 PM
To: "Elsa Bibat" <aerolbj@i-next.net>
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Elsa wrote:





Great, I'm finally receiving mail for my fics! ^_^



And I thought you kids usually ignored them.^_^



Nah. Some of us are just delayed by Real Life and horrible backlog. It's

going to get worse with Jordan's new book out, spending time with friends,

and me wasting time writing 150K lemons. :(





Anyway, I've been pecking at them for awhile. I'm concentrating on

the SLR and my essay on Crystal Tokyo. I might as well release a

few teasers to tide you over. I have foresworn my evil ways and have

vowed to release my fics after they have been totally finished. ^_^



Feh. Good luck. When you promise to release a fic at a certain time or under

certain conditions, you almost always guarentee you won't be releasing it

when you say you will. :)





    "Damn!!"



    The Executor arched an eyebrow as he listened to the wheel-chair

bound genius



Poor Wile Coyote. Looks like one Acme product blew up in his face one too

many times. :)



 beside him swear. Her hands were practically blurring as

she typed on the holographic keyboard.



A product of Washuu Heavy Industries.



The figures on the screen were

going by at almost the same speed. Ruka-chan's visible left eye was

tracking downwards, absorbing information at an incredible rate.



    "I would suppose that means something bad is happening." He



happening," he



 asked,

a bit bewildered as the blonde genius beside him called up three more

holographics and typing on all of them.



    "One of the Harukas involved has a psi-link. _That_ is very, _very_

bad."

Fredericks couldn't help but notice



help noticing



 the agitated tone in her voice.



    "Why?"



    "A psi-link, when active, lets a two



lets two



 people sense each other psionically.

This means they can technically share one mind. Both of the minds linked

have a duplicate copy of each others personality matrix. Call it a mental

version of a backup disk.



Neat way of thinking about it.



    Since Fredericks was woefully uninformed in the area of higher level

mathematics as applied to psychological conditions, he made a wild guess

at

what the paraplegic scientist beside him was trying to point out.



"Tenchi is a wussy?"





    Sorano looked at the face of the woman who was currently cuddling up

to him.



Usagi sure looked cute. But if Haruka or Mamoru found out about their little

tryst, he was dead





    "I can't stop myself! I'm trying to stop, but... but... my body just

won't let me!

I try to get angry at you... you... damnably... sweet... handsome ....

shit!"



"Guess it's time to convert from full blown lesbian to bi-sexual," she

sighed.





    He could feel her sobbing and a few other things heaving, too.



Mostly her feet



Thank the kami

we both decided to just wear pajamas or I won't



'wouldn't' I think would be better here.



be able to stop myself. She turned

her head up again and she



he





    "Damnit! I need you! I don't know what I'll do if you leave me now!

Probably bash

my head against the wall! SO shut up about leaving this bed! I need

you...I need

you... i need you... i need you... i ...need...you..." she whimpered she

put her

head on his chest.



Effective scene.





    Currently, she was a very bored young princess. She sighed as

she stopped looking out the window and stood up from her chair to

stretch a little. She surveyed the surroundings of the Royal Coach,

the special train compartment used whenever her parents had need to

travel via rail. The full bookshelf in one corner, along with a table

filled

with copies of the latest newspapers and magazines from the world

over. Her father was taking a nap on the couch and her mother was

seated comfortably on one of the other chairs, a sketchpad in one hand,

a pencil delicately balanced in the other. She was excercising one of

her few passions, drawing.



She sucked at it, of course, but she was the Queen, and anyone that dared

point it out would have their head's lopped off.







    After the Reawakening and the Purification, her mother's manga

creations,

already expensive to collectors and enthusiasts, were considered as holy

artifacts by some people and the stuff's prices went up astronomically.

Especially those with her mother's autograph. She had managed to read all

of them, borrowing from Aunt Rei's extensive manga collection and she

loved

all of them. They had ranged from romance, fantasy, horror,



crappy incestuous lemon, tentacle rape,



    She looked up at the clock and noted that it had already been an hour

and

they still hadn't arrived at where they were supposed to be going. Her

mother

had specifically ordered the hyper-train to move at speeds that were near

to

those experienced by the steam trains of the nineteenth century.



    All she knew that



knew was that



    "You're wondering why we aren't hurrying, aren't you, Small Lady?"



    The princess blinked as she noticed her mother setting aside her

sketchpad

and looking at her. Then she remembered what she called her.



    "Moooom, will you please calling



please stop calling



 me Small Lady! I'm sixteen! At the very least

call me with a grown up name like Usagi or something."



    Her mother smiled lightly and shook her head. "You will always be

either Small

Lady or Chib-usa to me, my dear. Which do you prefer?"



"Chibi-usa. Now which name would you prefer: 'Aging Bitch', or 'Sagging

Slut?' Usagi asked right back.







    "You were looking at the clock and had this puzzled expression on your

face.

Logical conclusion would be something troubling you concerning time or

something

relating to time. And since you haven't had another lesson from Setsuna

about

temporal mechanics recently and the fact that you looked momentarily out,

I deduced

your thoughts related to time and the speed of the train. It would be

elementary

to follow the line of thinking to your questoning why we after going on a

sudden trip

we are not going at faster speeds.



    "Mom, you're talking like Sherlock Holmes. I hate it when you talk

like Sherlock

Holmes."



"I prefer it when you talk like John Holmes," Usagi added.





    The Queen returned to look at her daughter again, smiling a little.

"The

person we're going to visit suggested that we take the scenic route. I

think

my old friend is trying to teach me a lesson again."



    "The person we will be visiting taught me everything. Sensei first

taught

me how to learn and how to love to learn. Then we started on from there.

Along the way, I met every intelligent person that has ever lived:

Socrates,

Plato, Aristotle, Pythagoras to Machiavelli and Aquinas to Locke, Hobbes,



Of Calvin and Hobbes fame, or course.



and all the others. I disagreed with Nietzche



"Since he was already dead, I won the argument," Serenity pointed out.



and flirted with Marx."



"but he was dead too, and didn't respond to me coming onto him," Serenity

admitted.





of



The Education of Usagi Tsukino



No thanks. I think I'll pour over 'Mike Rhea's Greatest Works' instead. :P



*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *



Just when you thought the timestreams were safe...



You're evil.







    Haruka sat in deep thought then with grim determination, she

picked up both pictures.



    "There is no other choice... I must have them both!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"



    Luna just sweatdropped from her vantage point outside the window.



*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *



A Very Scary Thought - SM Style



Ya' got that right. *Shudder*









    "Well, if that's your choice. Though I heard you've been offered some

prime roles," the head writer and producer of Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon

said as she smiled. Naoko was dressed up in a simple dress,



Naoko wore a simple dress (no redundancey)



    So let's try to change the topic. He cleverly opened Outlook to

cover over Word. Maybe a few e-mails had come in.



    "Hey! These wouldn't be those fanfics that my sister was raving

about?"



    Yeah, you're a real genius, Doug thought to himself as Lisa looked

over his mail.



Heh





    "But that's idiotic!" Fujiko pointed at the script in her hand.

"'Tenchi in

Tokyo'!? Can't you have written something better?"



I say that to myself as well.





    Tenchi was right behind his grandfather when he opened the shoji door

to greet the Council of Blades. That was when he got his first glimpse of

some of the most skilled sword masters in the Known Galaxy. The sight

wasn't exactly what he was expecting. He was expecting something like the

Seven Samurai from that holo-vid by Kurosawa. These weren't exactly the

people he was expecting.



Which means they're even more dangerous then Tenchi imagined. :)





    The Council was led by an imposing figure of a man. His head was shiny

beneath the twin light of the double moons in the sky, the hair shorn



drop that 'shorn'



totally shorn off, a sign that the man was a monk.



Or that he was a big fan of Yul Brenner. :P









The Winds of Fate



A really big crossover



Coming Soon (VERY,VERY, SOON)



Yeah. Right. A month and a half later and still nothing. See what I warned

you about predictions? 'I told you so' comes to mind. :)



D.B. Sommer













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