Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Fri, 28 Jun 2002 08:45:52 -0400 Django Wexler <dwexler@andrew.cmu.edu>
wrote:
[You were supposed to let her die. Now our situation has become
much more complicated.]
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm schizophrenic. No I'm Not!
I made a careful move towards one of the trays. "Probably army
food. Bread and gruel, and so forth." I yanked off the top in one
quick movement, in case something leapt out at me.
Not cordon-bleu again! That's, the third time this year. When will we get
some variety?
Kyoko was staring, and I was inclined to agree. The place setting
underneath the cover wouldn't have looked too bad at the average
five-star French restaurant, except that none of the food was even
vaguely familiar. There was a big chunk of meat in some kind of heavy
sauce, artfully arranged on the plate with {: what looked sort-of like} mushrooms and potatoes.
There was a salad, or at least a bowl filled with a green leafy
substance which I couldn't identify, and a variety of other dishes whose
provenance I couldn't even guess. Kyoko revealed her own tray, which
was set in much the same fashion. I could feel my mouth watering -- it
had been at least twelve hours since I'd had any food.
If _none_ of it is familiar, those wouldn't exactly be mushrooms and
potatoes.
I glanced over at Kyoko, but she'd closed her eyes and seemed {to : too}
relaxed {too : to} bother. I resigned myself.
There was a pause while my mind deciphered that. The threat was
twisted up in there subtly, but it was there. I glanced at Kyoko; she'd
caught it too. I considered my next words carefully.
I guess that is subtle compared to a blast of lightning, but that wouldn't
be my first choice for a description.
Jupiter followed me {in to : into} the room, along with her pair of guards.
I'd noticed on the way that the back of her neck bore the same device as
mine, the little black knob, but my attempt to ask her about it had been
met with stony silence. Now she waited for the door to close behind her
and then turned, stretching her arms behind her head.
The whole conversation took place in the space of a single breath.
Jupiter blinked in surprise, but before she could move and {: I} gathered
whatever strength I had left and *pushed*. I felt the voice shriek, and
light bloomed around me again for a moment. When I looked down, my
bloodstained clothes had returned, and the pain that had thus far
somehow been kept at bay returned in full force. I collapsed almost
instantly, barely registering my head bouncing off the ground, Kyoko's
shriek, or the Senshi's final words.
Will the real Sailor Saturn please stand up. Last I recall, Hotaru was on
her way. The voice appears to be male, but Tsunami's transformation
appears to be female with different accessories that Hotaru's.