Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Mon, 29 Jul 2002 16:25:47 -0500 "C. Jones" <guilty@furinkan.net> wrote:
"Do you?" Makoto asked. "You know how well the both of you
react whenever anyone from outside shows up. We fought with the
Canine Sailors for a week before we were able to make up."
Makoto paused, suddenly trying her best to keep a straight face. She
couldn't help but snicker into her hands. "Of course it helped that
Usagi brought a jumbo-size bag of dog-biscuits along to that last
fight."
I'm not sure I want to know how that happened.
Standing, she kicked the bed frame, hoping to work out her
anger at {her self : herself} and at Haruka. All she managed to do was break her
toenail and bleed all over her sheets.
A Youma General was painting a sign on a storefront.
Now that's something you don't see every day.
"Maybe not," Makoto conceded. "Geez, you'd think they'd
never used a ladder before," she said, rolling her eyes at the scene
across the street."
Well. Go offer to help them.
"Let's call them and tell them what we're planning," Usagi
said decisively. "I belive that Haruka and Michiru will do what is
right."
Eep!
Achorite nodded, and {opened : pulled} the door of the delicatessen
open. The two just missed five interested women stepping out of the
Crown Fruit Parlor across the street.
He didn't bat an eye when Luna sunk her claws into his
foreleg. She had been a lot more loose with those for the last few
months. Artemis suspected that it was a symptom of the hormone
imbalance, but couldn't say for sure.
And wouldn't dare say out loud.
Half the time, Luna was just {: as} kittenish as when Artemis first
met her, so many millennia ago on a world long since passed. The
other half, she was a pregnant bitch on wheels.
Artemis was screaming inside his head. All he wanted was for
Luna to run away to safety before something horrible happened to her
{or : and} his unborn kitten.
To their credit, neither of the young youma tried to advance
on the cat or even reached out to {per : pet} her. Both seem perfectly
content to watch her eat in silence.
"Listen, Callie or Cobalt or whatever your name is" the
blonde woman told her. "I'm not sure what you're up to, but tonight,
I'm not going to push it. We'll just let sleeping youma lie with the
fishes, okay?"
Cobalt nodded, fairly certain that Venus had just horribly
butchered the phrase.
It's good to know some things don't change.
I see at least two major plots here. Survival for the remaining youma and
the rebuilding of Haruka and Michiru. It will be very interesting to see
how each goes.