Boredcollective@aol.com wrote:
The ArbyFish always used to say: "Oh, well, loife is loike a
cave a' mushrooms!" And one might ask exactly HOW life
is like a cave of mushrooms. "Well, it just is, ya see!
Gotta 'ave the mushrooms. Wouldn't be propa' otha'woise."
So, there you have it. Life is like a cave of mushrooms.
However, we're not here to talk about ArbyFish and mushrooms.
We're here to talk about dunking our favorite martial artists into
cursed springs and seeing them turned into cats, girls, men,
princesses, and, of course, princes. But that's mostly martial
arts frogs.
Anyway, this particular story involves Ranma dunked into Spring
of Drowned Moon Princess, of Sailor Moon fame. It gets worse:
Genma got dropped into Spring of Almost Drowned Annoyingly
Cute Pink-Haired Princess From The Future. Very tragic story,
she not drown in spring.
Indeed.
It's a very fascinating concept. I'm sure you'll all want to read the
backstory if you haven't already. Find it at the following website:
http://rakhal.com/florestica/ben-oliver/index.html
Larry F has been very helpful in this respect. So have the bazillions
of people that have helped contribute ideas. (Thanks, guys! Remember:
Resistance IS Futile.)
And now, on with the story!
WOOHOO! And here with C&C, is me, proclaiming: I YET LIVE~!
Sorry about the massive delay and stoppage of my C&C, but 48 consecutive
10-hour work days tend to cut into your free time.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" A blonde fourth-grader dressed like
a nurse and carrying a staff ran away as fast as her little legs
would carry her, an Invid fighter in hot pursuit.
Ah, yes.... Nurse Angel Ririka?
"Hey, I've got one of those..."
This elipses terminates a sentence. ... -- ....
;)
The truant officer's eyes glowed red for a moment. "Your
parents and/or legal guardian(s) will be informed of your recent
transfer to Tomoeda Elementary School. I will personally escort you
to your new class."
Yes, yes, this is good.
Arnie vs. the Regis. I can kind of see it, ya know?
"I am," the girl breathed hard, "Tomoe Hotaru," she finished
writing her name on the board, "and I'll be your substitute teacher
for this class from now on for Mondays and Thursdays."
Ah... Hotaru/Hinako?
"SHE's a teacher?!"
"How did some fourteen year old get to do that?!"
"I don't believe this..."
I'm not positive about this, but I think it's fourteen-year-old (?)
A couple of gangsterish boys in the back row folded their arms
incredulously. It wasn't that they weren't in uniform, because they
were. It was more how they slouched in their seats and the way they
appeared to have a waistline roughly three feet lower than the
average human being. "Oh yeah?!" they yelled at their very young new
teacher.
Waistline? Arm length to match, I'm sure....
Tomoe Hotaru winced. "Yes, I know it seems strange to everyone,
and believe me, _nobody_ is more nervous than I am right now." She
picked up one of the sheets she had placed on the desk. Taking a
deep breath, she tried to speak over the muttering and whispering
going on in the classroom. "Okay, now I'm supposed to explain to
you the importance of chemical bonds in..."
Same thing for an elipses that terminates a sentence. ... -- ....
"Oh dear..." Holding her chest, the girl stumbled and fell to
her knees, taking a sudden, surprised breath. The class sat,
transfixed by her as she stood back up and walked back to stand
behind the front desk. Frowning, she glanced around at the others.
"I'm fine," she said, trying to sound cheerful. "That was just a
seizure; they happen to me from time to time." She waved her hands
bashfully. "There's no need to be alarmed."
And again....
"Hai, Tomoe-sensei!" everyone replied at once in their most
respectful tone. The entire class sat up straight and stiffly in
their seats, hands trembling on their desks around their pens and
notebooks. At the back, the Yazuka-wannabes had their hands firmly
jammed in their very low pockets.
Hah!
The teacher, a moderately tall man in semi-formal attire named
Terada Yoshiyuki,nodded encouragingly and motioned for her to come
and stand at the front of the class. "Saotome-san," he said
curteously and with a smile, "we got the note from the office that
said you were coming." He looked up at the rest of the class. "It
looks like the mystery's over. Everyone, this is our new transfer
student!"
Yoshiyuki,nodded -- Yoshiyuki, nodded (missing space)
Keeping the T-800 Truancy Enforcement Unit in the corner of her
eye, Genma waved with a very nervous smile. "Ummm, hi..." Silently,
she decided to wait until the android moved on before escaping, since
another direct confrontation was obviously out of the question. She
wasn't THAT suicidal. But that would probably mean suffering through
school for at least until lunch. She never had liked school. Not one
bit.
Again with the elipses. :p
"Oh, all right," Genma sighed, then clenched her fists and
stared at the wall on the other side of the room. "My name is Saotome
Spo," she trailed off, then suddenly found herself wondering why
she'd chosen to bring up the name used by her son to insult her, "I
mean _Genma_." She took another breath, thinking about how she was
going to escape at lunch and how she could get her boy's engagement
back on track. "I enjoy training in martial arts, getting out of
class and," she almost slurred the rest of her half-muttered words,
as if not really concentrating, "finding out how to make son go
through with arranged marriages with a friend's daughters..."
I'd replace the comma trailing 'spo' with an elipses, actually. ;)
The final elipses should have four periods in it, since it appears to
terminate the sentence.
"She likes stuff about marrage?" a girl with dark eyes and
long dark hair whispered to herself. She turned to her friend, who
was sitting next to her. "Maybe I could could get her to help me
try out a few new designs on Sakura..." Aloud, she said. "Sakura-
chan, what do you think about inviting her out later to help with
a costume I've been working on?"
said. "Sakura -- said, "Sakura
Kinomoto Sakura, a girl with short brown hair and a sort of
thoughtful, innocent look about her, didn't take her gaze off of
Genma. "Uh, sure, Tomoyo-chan." She leaned her cheek against her
hand, starting to look worried. "You know, she looks kind of weird,
especially the hair..."
Daidouji Tomoyo nodded. "Pink rabbit ears. We don't see that
too often, that's for sure. I've got a cousin with pink hair, but
he always dyes it neon purple to look more normal..."
Thee consecutive paragraphs of elipses madness!
Genma paused. "There's a club for that?"
Wedding Peach next, eh?
The pink-haired girl turned around and frowned. "Well," she
began, ready to accept the offer when one of the tests was passed her
way. "Okay..."
And again!
Li Shaoran, a boy with short brown hair and blue eyes near the
front of the class, suddenly whipped around to see the ball's
transformation. "Hmmmmm..."
Erm. And again.
Sakura's eyes went wide. "Oh! I guess you already have one..."
....
Genma grinned maliciously, touched the tip of her pencil to
her tongue, and got started.
This worries me.
She was naturally a bit nervous, what with all the rumors that
the Outer Senshi were out and about again. Nevertheless, with the
knife in her boot and the dual magically-enhanced semi-automatic .45
Magnums holstered at her sides, she felt confident that she was
prepared to face whatever this world could possibly throw at her.
With the possible exception of moving platforms.
"The Principal will be most pleased to know we have a prisoner
to interrogate," Vader mused.
Hehehe....
^_^
To be continued...
Okay, who spotted the bits that needed to be fixed?
Hands down, everyone, thank you. Now, who could kindly
inform me where they are?
Thanks! Be hearing from you, then. ^_^
Was good. More!
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Benjamin A. Oliver
boredcollective@aol.com
"We are the Bored. Lower your shields and surrender your fics.
We will add your standup and slapstick comedy to our own.
Your humor will adapt to entertain us.
Resistance is and always has been: Futile."
Collective works available at:
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