Subject: [FFML] Re: [FanFic][Ranma/SM] Going at it Like Rabbits!!! P.3 (5/?)
From: "DB Sommer" <sommer@3rdm.net>
Date: 8/19/2002, 12:32 AM
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Hmm. Made a good bit of progress tonight:


The section's just a _little_ too long for the straight AOL
service to post. I wonder if there's a setting nobody's told
me about to send more than 32k at a time...

Don't look at me. Never had anything to do with AOL.




I read through one of the introductory sections to Douglas Adams'
"The Salmon of Doubt." It would seem that I'm not the only one
who's had trouble getting things going. Of course, comparing my
works to those of such a great as he would be rather presumptuous.

Too late. :)


So, I shall say that running on an empty inspiration tank is
difficult. I now understand why so many complain about being
able to write yet not come up with anything they like. Getting
writer's blocked happens to us all,

Nope. Not me yet. Sometimes I'm not in the mood. I could force myself to
write during those times, but since I'm not being paid and write only for
recreation, I don't force the issue.



Not Ranma, though, who was still in shock from the discovery of
what some of his teachers were like.

There aren't any dominatrixes. It's not that horrifying to him yet. :)

 In the short time that he had
attended Furinkan, the school leadership had gone through teachers
faster than a shoujo anime villain goes through his lackies. Rei
insisted that the few more or less normal ones that had been in
before were merely substitutes who usually worked at Juuban Junior
High or over at the White Dove Academy. The young man hadn't thought
to ask why elementary and Junior High teachers had been assigned to
work at a High School. Actually, he'd also decided not to ask about
a lot of what was going on.

Probably for the best.



Of course, that would have been long before the oddity of the
Jusenkyo curse came into play. Actually, he remembered that someone
_had_ asked him that very question a long time ago--some fanged guy
that was always whining about bread or tortillas or something stupid
like that. Hey, that was Ryouga, Ranma realized. He wondered what had
happened to his old friend and rival after Hotaru-sensei blew him
away.

Well, if she blew him away, probably nothing good happend to the remains. :)


"Hey, what--!?" Ranma cried out, then turned and glared at her,
allowing all the representatives from the school newspaper, the
Furinkan Grand Inquisitor, to run off. "Rei! Why are you laughing and
pointing at me?!"

"Because you look so funny!"

Well, at least she's honest. :)

 the dark-haired girl replied
honestly, desperately trying, but failing, to disarm her explosive
smirk.

A teacher in the classroom where the water came from pushed
the door open, holding a student by his ear, shouting, "No, no, NO!
Not into the HALLWAY! When I asked you to throw the water out of the
window, I meant an window leading OUTSIDE!"

Heh


Gosunkugi gasped and scooted back a little. "Y-y-you're that
famous shapeshifting girl everyone's been writing about!"

They've been writing about Ranma?


Usagi ran with her bookbag over her head in a failed effort to
keep herself from

drop 'herself'. It's not needed.


Usagi pouted, looking and feeling cold and miserable as she
continued to run.

"We're almost there!" Luna peered up at the teenager. "Well,
if you can't stand being all wet, then you can go ahead and
transform! Your powers can protect you from the weather."

Very convientent, that.


The cat's statement instantly caused Usagi to come to a
screeching halt, which was an odd way of doing so, because that very
adjective could easily be applied to to the tone of voice the girl
used used as she glared at her kitty-advisor and politely asked--at
a volume jackhammers would envy-- "IT CAN!? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT
_EARLIER_?!"

"Because you didn't ask' usually works there. :)



"We're working as fast as we can," irritably explained a
maintenance from atop a tall ladder.

Now that one was messed up. What were you trying to say?

 >
"And buy a uniform!" the surly faculty member called down.
"This ain't ballroom dancing, you know!"

Heh



Ranma met up with Rei at the doors to the lunch room. "Any
luck finding hot water???"

Only need one question mark.



*Crash!*Rumble-rumble* Outside, a bolt struck the school's
lightning rod. Everyone winced at the sharp noise, and the lights
flickered, but the effect was only momentary. When they caught sight
of the lovely damsel who had just entered, a hush went over the
students.

Heh



"Stand right there for just a second!" A young man in a suit,
a candidate for Freshman Class President, put his arm around the
girl's shoulder and had one of his associates take a picture of him
shaking hands with her. "Thanks!"

Double heh.


He slid down and landed his head on the floor before falling with a
dull thud. "Ungh!" Grimacing, but with a hint of a smile, he
triumphantly held up a measuring tape. "All right, it's confirmed,
people! Ninety-three centimeters on the bustline! Repeat: ninety-
three centimeters on the bustline!"

"Ooooh," many in the large room awed, scribbling it down on
their notepads. "I'm jealous," one noted.

Rei winced, thanking her great, sainted morning bowl of lucky
charms

Lucky Charms



A couple of boys raised their hands. Their girlfriends quickly
smacked them down.

Heh.


"Rei..." Ranma muttered, glaring at her. She desperately
searched his mind for a decent comeback. "Yeah, well, 'wicked but
beauteous sorceress,' why don't you use your magic to..." She paused.
"Umm, to, like, something or other."

Ranma without an insult in mind? How peculiar.



When Rei selected a table,

"While' instead of 'When' perhaps?

 Ranma walked toward the lunch line.
She hunted around her dress in search for her wallet. A funny thing
about the curse was that there was often no telling what would
happen to any particular item about her person once she got splashed.
Once, she had left a pen in her pocket. When the curse got activated,
it turned into a long, white quill and a vial of ink, which wasted
no time in spilling out and getting all over everything.

Heh. Cute.



As if with a wave of her arm, Haruka unfurled a large, western-
style meal, complete with a knife and fork, a steamy steak, mashed
potatoes, and a pair of large, soft, buttery dinner rolls.

Not too shabby.


"Mmm, thanks a lot, Haruka. I mean, I'd hate to go without
lunch." Ranma paused. "Uh, you don't _have_ to be feeding me like
that."

Haruka stayed close--perhaps a little too close--to the smaller
girl. "Why, Odango, you're quite welcome. And don't worry about it."

Heh. She is trying hard, isn't she?


"They just can't get enough of your good looks," Haruka noted.
Softer, she added, "Nor can I..."

Heh. Here's where Ranma learns the truth.



"Saint Heberke. That is all you need to know."

"Oh. Why?"

"That's a secret."

Ranma: That's not really an answer.



"No, just my pop."

Haruka slapped her forehead, the noise of which echoed
throughout the entire room. "Just HIM?!"

Ah, but whatever else one says about Genma, he knows martial arts.


"Hey, Pop's a good martial artist! And I'm even better than he
is." Ranma stood up and waved for Gosunkugi to come forward. "Watch."

"Have you forgiven me yet?" the zombie-eyed-boy asked.

The girl in the sparkling white gown shook her head. "Nope!
Can I beat you up?"

Gosunkugi nodded. "Yes, I deserve it!" He closed his eyes.

Heh



Michiru visibly deflated, running her fingers through her
shoulder-length hair while her face went through a series of mixed
emotions. She slowly shook her head as she closely examined the items
in question. She picked up the rod, then set it back down, and tapped
a couple of the other objects. Finally, she looked straight into the
Moon Princess's eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Ranma. It's all a bunch
of worthless junk." She sighed and, in a fluid one-armed motion,
shoved the pile off the table, directly into a large garbage can.

Heh



Rei looked up at the dainty female, then glared back at the
paper on the table, seemingly angry that the insufferable material
hadn't finished itself yet. "NOW, huh?" She put down her pencil and
placed her hands together, index fingers extended. A small flame
appeared at her fingertips. She pointed it at Ranma. "You REALLY want
to learn it NOW?"

Heh. This is a mistake.


Ranma looked at the ki-flame. Somewhere at the back of her
brain, she remembered something she had read about ki-attacks, a long
time ago: they hurt VERY badly when they hit. "Or later!" she added,
backing down. "Later's fine! Really!"

Hmm. Not much happened in this one. Felt more like a set up chapter. Did get
some nice Michi-Ranma dialogue there in the second half of this, though.
Prose flowed well. Nothing much more I can say.

D.B. Sommer



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