DB Sommer wrote:
And continuing.
softly, Funaho allowed herself to smile. "I think I rather like that
boy," she commented, one eye on the monitor spying on Tenchi's
meeting.
Looks like the Head of the Ministry of Information likes keeping taps on
everyone.
It is her job. ;)
credit. He is attempting to do this without the aid of Tsunami, when
he could simply ask her to change all as he sees fit. That, more
than anything else, should be respected."
Tenchi: Actually, I never considered that. Thanks, great-grandmother.
Shhhh! Don't let him figure that out! :p
don't frowns
frown
Whoops.
Genoh again. "Ryouko," he said, glancing at the woman, "please take
care of her."
Ryouko activated her energy sword.
"Not like that!" Tenchi added quickly.
Heh!
"Sell the land," Ayeka managed. "For a percentage of whatever profits
the Laruma generate on their trade routes."
That would work.
I had to get someone's help to understand most of this before I
could actually write it -- I'm a bit of an idiot when it comes to politics.
"See?" Funaho said mildly over her tea. "He's just made himself his
first ally!"
And alienated nearly everyone else in the process.
Funaho: Picky, picky.
Ami blushed very faintly. "Ah, yes," she confessed.
What, her too?
Actually, no. Though I realize now it looks like that. Hmm.
Grimacing, Ranma scratched behind one ear, then shrugged. "Okay, I
guess," he allowed. "Mostly I'm just kinda confused. And tired." He
furrowed his brow in thought, staring at the deck. "You know, I
don't think I've had hardly an entire ten minutes to myself since
this all started."
If that. Not counting times he was rendered unconscious, of course.
Oh, that's happened BUNCHES of times.
Yosho loitered about casually, appearing relaxed, but Washuu
suspected that the man still didn't entirely trust the girls.
I don't either. Usagi's going to be a future dictator of the world. Kill her
now while you have the opportunity.
That figures in much later.
Herself, Washuu was at a loss for how easily Ranma could forgive
what had been done to him,
When it's either that or death it's not that hard to understand.
Survival being the name of the game....
On the next episode of Process of Elimination, Setsuna gets voted
off the fleet!
Maybe not.
after her apology -- which, knowing the woman, was clumsy at best --
Ranma is the same way though. He probably understands.
Irony.
through all of the satellite's security. Another key press captured
the first and second units into the small spinning disks that were
supporting them, folding and compressing the space to fit within a
device the size of a hockey-puck.
Neat.
You can even cut a tin can with it.
Nuku brightened instantly, and Yosho nodded, looking pleased. "That's
good, right?"
Unless they've developed a defense against it.
Of course.
His first stop was one of the hockey-puck sized disk, though he was
faintly aware of the fact that it contained folded space, and
because of that, likely to contain even more minerals and --
hopefully -- tasty metal than most of the things he had found to
eat. Sniffing delicately, he seized the first of the disks in his
teeth, tossed it upwards into the air, and lunged after it,
swallowing it whole with only a small modicum of difficulty.
Oh dear.
Well, you mentioned it as a possibility, after all. ;)
"He ate the satellites!" Washuu nearly screamed. "He ate on
one
Whoops.
"And, why the _hell_ is a giant, 'R.C.' emblazoned on the core?"
Hmm. Don't know about that one.
Oh, SHOOT. Was supposed to be a 'Type-R' sticker.
Durant placed his hands on his hips, scowling at the men. "Who said
you guys could come in here, anyway?"
So he survived after all. And is up to his usual antics.
He's a force of nature.
Durant nodded, shrugging uneasily. "Well, yeah," he said, "though I'm
beginning to think that last paycheck isn't going to be comin'
through, what with Tokyo being a smoking pile of rubble, now... why
do you ask?"
He's addled, but correct.
:)
Grunting, Durant waved a hand. "Any decent microscope factory should
have a bunch of good optics. Now, I'm taking
talking
Whoops.
"Oh, hey, I'm a ninety's kinda guy, so that's cool, that's cool.
Heh
Aww, I even had the obligitory Voice Actress Joke in there. :p
And the ever popular, "Nothing says love like violence!"
"Didn't Hotaru say that Ranma called it his partner?" Rei asked.
They should be used to that with Artemis and Luna around.
Point.
What was it about the boy that attracted her so?
Its like reading a Donny Cheng fic :)
Oh! So I'm Donny Cheng in a Brian suit! It all becomes so wickedly
clear. ;)
Ryu rubbed his wrist as the American soldier took the cuffs off of
can drop that 'of'
Right.
The deafening crack and explosion of light as a blast of light sprang
>from the barrel of the weapon answered him better than either Durant
or Washuu could,
Heh. Saw that coming. He should have known better than to fire a possibly
loaded weapon.
He should have.
"No," Durant said, "there aren't. There's only enough juice in there
for one shot."
Norris frowned dubiously. "Anything else I should know?"
"Yes," Durant said emphatically. "Do not cross the beams."
"Why not?" Norris asked worriedly.
"Trust me, it will be bad," Durant said sternly.
Heh
Couldn't resist! ^_^
explaining, "Hit the green button, then drop them beneath the
missiles. That should make it much easier."
Heh. I'll say.
Yep!
it? She couldn't remember back quite far enough to identify what she
had used before.
Probably a mentat. :)
*snicker*
"Yosho-san?" Ryouga asked, looking at the stars more than the man.
"Yes?"
"What do you suppose will happen to us?"
Yosho: You will someday, while I will go on since I am Juraiian.
Ouch!
learn. If anything, they'll only grow more dangerous, the more we kill."
True. but there will still be fewer of them since they don't replicate.
Admittedly.
"I think you should probably keep going. The information is
invaluable. Just... be very careful about it."
Heh. What a gentleman.
Or something close enough. ;)
But lastly, and perhaps most importantly, there stood a winged man,
trailing fire from the tips of his wings, and more from his hands.
Sounds like Saffron
Or his twin brother, Oregano!
Retrieving a small staff from the ground at his side, the man held it
aloft, revealing it to be a scythe-like weapon, the blade at an
awkward angle from the staff, and shaped like a crescent moon.
Once again it plays a role in one of your stories.
Hey, it makes cold.Great for chilling beer at frat parties AND
slaying reavers!
And on the cold rushed, killing the blackness, and turning the entire
world into a massive, glittering ball of ice.
And all was silent.
Heh. Well that's one way to go about it.
Bit of a cliffhanger there, although it will take another fifty chapters or
so to get them to the point in the dream the way things are going here. :)
Actually-- No, you're right.
Well, things pick up nicely later. I hope. :p
Look forward to getting to more later.
Great! Though I'm afraid I've been ordered to not let you catch up,
so that means I'll have to go and write some more, now. ;)
D.B. Sommer
Thanks again for taking the time to C&C!