Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Thu, 8 Aug 2002 13:28:42 -0400 Sam Vilsmeier <syp104@email.psu.edu>
wrote:
With strained breath, and a pulsating vein on her forehead, Ten'ou
Haruka slowly stepped forward, blocking {off :} the only way out of the
{alley way : alley : alleyway}. "Mustn't kill. Mustn't kill. Mustn't kill..." muttered
Haruka as she approached the two.
Haruka smiled, and placed her hand on Hotaru's shoulder. "Hotaru,
you're my daughter, of course I trust you, It's HIM that I don't
trust!" Haruka glared at Ranma as she said the last part.
"Like you trusted me last night?" replied Hotaru, in a stern tone.
David Johnston had a good point. Trust from the parental figures may be a
bit difficult at this point considering her age and condition; at least
until Ranma meets openly with them and tells all. Haruka's earlier
outburst does put her in a weak position to resist this kind of blackmail
though.
"Fifteen! Hotaru is *fifteen*. You've ruined her chance to have a
normal youth. Now because of you, she is going to be a mother before
she finishes her first year of {High School : high school}... I hope you're happy. I
hope you had *your* fun, Saotome."
Ranma scowled, and pushed Haruka, causing her to put some distance in
between them. "I had no control over what happened. I was drunk, and so
was Hotaru...." he paused for a moment, and sighed. "I'm stuck between
a rock an' a hard place here. If I don't marry her, you'll kill me... A
fate I'd welcome 'cuz I couldn't live with myself. If I do then I'll
have the psychos in Nerima after {my ass : our asses}, lookin' for blood. It's a
damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don't kinda thing. I know things are gonna
be tough for her... the next few months are gonna be hell on both of
us, but were gonna go through this together."
She had just about given up running interference for these two idiots.
She was starting to think that it {was : would be best} to lock them in a room somewhere
and let them beat the crap out of each other. Maybe they might actually
get along afterwards... It worked for 'Ranko'...
Haruka's face twisted into an expression {sheer, of : of sheer,} unadulterated shock.
Her eyes jerked from Ranma to Hotaru and narrowed in stunned disbelief.
Ranma rolled his eyes. "No I didn't. I said I could beat ya
transformed, I never said how you'd have to transform or what ya turn
in to, did I?" Ranma looked at the interior of the eatery and added,
"Besides, this place is as dead as {the : they} come, and no one in here prolly
gives half a damn what we say and even if they do they'll just think
that we're delusional morons."
Ranma sighed. "That don't mean you could match people like me, who've
dedicated their entire lives to the Art in one on one personal combat.
While those skimpy outfits of yours might give ya a boost and stuff,
{but :} it ain't enough ta make up for skill."
Ranma shrugged. "I might not know how they perform in a fight, but I've
seen how the power up {perform : performs} in an... *Ahem*... extreme physical
situation..."
Haruka glared at the pig tailed martial artist. "You stole from my
{plate : bowl}?!"
Hotaru looked at Ranma. "Is {this : that} how you've always eaten?"
NOTES: Pardon me, I'm a idiot who sent this to myself instead of the ML and
JUST realized after 2 days... oy vey... -_-'
That probably explains the lack of bitter reproaches, until now. :}b