Aaron E Nowack wrote:
Whee! PoE! That'll get me to actually do some C&C instead of just
thinking about it!
Whee! C&C! Maybe that'll get me working on C&Cing some of my to-C&C
list soon....
Eyes), and Takada Yuuzou, and A.D.Vision (Bannou Bunka Nekomusume
Nuku-Nuku). The easel is mine. That's all.
No joke here. Move along. Fnord. Move along.
Thank you, Friend Computer.
And dreamed.
And it was, like, you know... really weird. Like, there were these
reavers, but they weren't really reavers, they were like reavers and Bill
Clinton all at the same time. And there was this building, only all its
walls, like were made of tentacles. And the moon was kinda _inside_ the
building, and they were like, falling towards it, only there this was
cloud made of soap bubbles in the way.
And then they woke up.
Well. Maybe. [FORESHADOWING]
"Very funny," the figure remarked, leveling a massive steel fist
towards him. An unfriendly-looking gun-barrel popped out of the
wrist of
the armor, directed at Tenchi.
However, on the inside, the gun-barrel was kind and generous, and wanted
only to share what it had with all it met.
Unfortunately, what it had was a lot of high velocity explosive rounds.
Pain... laughter hurts... must resist... must....
AAAAAAUUUUGH~!
Pain-killers... laughter... worth suffering....
More importantly, how did the
ability to see into Ranma's dream -- as strange as it had been --
benefit Pai?
This should get rather interesting fairly quickly....
And yet, it doesn't.
"Your little beacon thing seems to be working," Ranma answered
curtly. "Ran-oh-ki sees about two hundred and forty of the things
within
a few hundred kilometers. I'm guessing that the refugees in
Australia
are going to be okay."
Isn't that just about all that are supposed to be left?
Save one, according to my tally.
Hmm... now's when those Chinese nukes would have actually been useful...
Wouldn't they?
The scientist took a moment to appraise the young man, now
staring
at the red craft. "It kind of reminds me of my bicycle," he said
after a
moment. "But I had to leave that behind when I got on a ship."
...that's got to be some bicycle...
I think that's episode five of Goldenboy. I won't spoil it for you,
but it must be seen to be believed.
Washuu stared at him, while he refused to meet her gaze. "That's
it?" she asked quietly. "You read manga and train? That's all you
ever did?"
"Well, mostly," he mumbled.
Ranma: I eat. And I sleep. And did I mention eating?
Ryouga: Sometimes he fights. He gets iratable if you don't fight
with him once in a while.
Ranma: I do NOT, P-chan!
Ryouga: See?
The resultant splash washed up over the bridge, leaving Nuku
soaked,
and rendering Ryouga.... Gone. In his place, a small black piglet
wrapped in Ryouga's clothes sat, staring at the river in annoyance.
I'm not sure gone should be captialized here.
Previous sentence terminates with Ryouga.
"Because I was made to destroy the world," she delivered in the
same calm tone.
Ranma: I have a feeling you're going to need to take a number.
Hotaru: To be your boyfriend, or to destroy the world?
Setsuna: Yes.
"Legends, myths.... Old stories that mean nothing," the woman
answered. "People are desperate, and cling to anything to carry them
through hard times, so they chase after dreams in the face of
danger,
hoping that a dream will be real, and lend them some help from what
they
are scared of."
Oh yeah... this diverges from Ranma before the Phoenix Mountain
storyline, doesn't it? Interesting...
One would hope. :)
Dropping his hands to his sides, Ranma considered. "I don't think
I've had a dream since I woke up in Washuu's lab," he admitted after a
moment. "Maybe I can't, anymore."
Too bad Yakumo isn't in earshot...
Isn't it just?
Yosho spoke up, his Chinese accented as he joined the verbal fray,
"Ranma is right. Shanghai fell yesterday, both to the reavers, and the
inept Chinese military.
I find this sentence a bit awkward. I'd suggest changing it to simply
"Shanghai fell yesterday." or "Shanghai fell to them yesterday." But
that might be just me.
Hm. Will reword.
Washuu snorted, as the group began to descend a winding path to the
floor of the valley. "From what I can tell, you martial artists are like
gangsters of some sort, and your gang is you, Ryouga, and Mousse. For
some reason, Herb leads a rival gang with these two, and you got into a
fight over something that you managed to win -- though no one's been
very eager to offer a clear explanation yet."
...gangsters?
There's a fic there... though IIRC it's already been done.
Yes, but she meant it more like hoodlums, than anything else.
Herb nodded. "I understand," he stated quietly. "And I refuse to
help."
Now _there's_ a constructive attitude...
Constructive towards violence, which is, I suppose, constructive to
fanservice. ;)
Ranma cracked his knuckles, glaring intently. "Why not?" he
asked -- nearly an angry shout.
Nearly?
Nearly. He keeps his termper until Herb calls him Saotome.
The two were silent then, studying one another and considering,
before Herb spoke again. "I think this fight could be very
destructive."
You don't say?
Herb: Therefore, I suggest we play a game of shogi instead.
Ranma: Pops taught me how to play that, so sure.
Herb: A moment, Higurashi, while I try to figure out why the icy
hand of Death just clawed its way up my spine.
The boy nodded at his counterpart quickly, his hair rustling in the
ebb and flow of his own power about himself. "I'm ready. Are you?"
"Yes."
And the battle was joined.
[End, Process of Elimination, Chapter Eleven]
Grr. You realize that fanfic authors who end on cliffhangers like this
go to not-nice place?
The Chief Editor's office?
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Author's Notes:
Aaaaand my long break is over. Chapters 1-5 are RAAC ready, 6-10 to
follow shortly, thanks to everyone who pre-read, and/or C&Ced!
I like saying RAAC. RAAC. See? It's fun.
Well, it's another chpater of PoE, and great as usual. Now, if only I
could write this well this quickly... ;)
You could never write as well as me, because you already write much
better. The tradeoff for my speed, I'm sure. ;)
Thank you very much for taking the time to give me feedback, evil twin!
Aaron Nowack
"Never let reality get in the way of a good hypothesis."
http://www.geocities.com/anowack/