Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Fri, 17 Jan 2003 18:29:13 EST Kyhdin@aol.com wrote:
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is the creation of {Nakaao : Naoko} Takeuchi. The concept of
Spiderman is the property of Marvel. No money is being made from this and no
such intent should be inferred.
"It's not something she likes to talk about, but Ami's mother Keiko was not
only a dedicated neurosurgeon, but a brilliant inventor. Keiko's parents
supported her {: in} this, even going so far as to erect a small shed in their
backyard where Keiko could work without disturbing them. It was while she was
in college that Keiko began experimenting with robots, her goal being to find
some way to make {notetaking : note taking} easier without relying on tape recorders.
In doing so, she stumbled across a way that made nanotechnology cheap and
practical. She named them 'Mnemonic {Nuero : Neuro}-reactive fibers.' The process
involved mixing synthetic chemical proteins with silicon which was then, if
need be, hooked up to a power source via a contact point. While it had
nothing to with {notetaking : note taking}, she could store an entire outfit inside something
the size of a large wristwatch. With the touch of a single button, she could
don a second outfit over whatever she was wearing.
Using the notes she left behind and materials more advanced then what was
available to her, I have refined Keiko's process, including a more advanced
power source and a smaller container. As {nanoifiber : nano-fiber} can do the work of all
but the most specialized electronics, I have been able to build in several
additions, including a phone, compass, and clock, the last two displayed on
the lenses of my mask. Sadly, I could not make the phone component cellular,
which means that I must connect to a land line. I have {aqauired : acquired} a compact
police scanner and added it to the nano-fibers."
"I have spent a great deal of time considering how to fulfill my purpose.
Some will claim that criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot. I
disagree with this in principal, but it is best if they fear me from the
start. Therefore, I have used Keiko's process to fashion a costume for
myself, one that can be donned with the press of a button. It is a full body
costume, leaving no skin exposed. Being difficult to damage, the nano-fiber
also serves me as body armor. I have attempted to test its vulnerability, but
my means for doing so are limited. Bunsen burner tests show that it does not
ignite until two thousand Kelvin. {Sufficent : Sufficient} for my purpose. My tests also
suggest that it will withstand small and medium weapons fire from ten feet or
more. While useful, I have no intention of staying still long enough for
someone to shoot at me.
In any case, I have placed the formula into small containers under high
pressure. The {nanofibers : nano-fibers} which cover my hands will also contain a simple
pressure valve triggered by an electrode in the palm. I simply need to snap
the container to the valve and it's ready. As there is a high probability
that I will need to replace the cartridges more then once, I have fashioned a
{comparmentized : compartmentalized} belt to carry additional, as well as spent cartridges. The
belt will also hold a few other things which I intend to {aquire : acquire} tonight and
is easily hidden under Ami's clothes or in her school bag. As are the leg
pouches which will hold any additional supplies I may require or pick up.
"Ah, the stock market," Usagi said, glancing through the papers. Coming from
a long line of business majors, she absorbed the numbers just by scanning the
page." Dull, but tried and true. Lessee, profit margins, accounts statement,
daily records. Hm. Hong Kong, European and American {Stock market : stock markets}. There's
Brownie points. Heh. You even went through the trouble of mocking up stock
certificaaaahhhhoooooollllllyyyyy SHIT!" She pulled the statement from the
folder and stared at it. Then she looked at the papers. "Son of a bitch..."
Naru was singing the theme to Magic {Knight : Knights} Rayearth when she entered Usagi's
room. "So what's the big news?" she asked when she finished. Usagi pointed at
the black cat seated on her bed. "What? Luna? You've had her for years."
"So what else is new?" {Molly : Naru} said, waving a hand {dismissivly : dismissively}. "Tell me the
good stuff. Who's the awesomely bishie hunk that {your : you're} destined to be with for
the rest of eternity?"
"Yeah! Oh! Hey, Luna, can Naru have a communicator so we can stay in touch?"
"No!"
Don't forget their new student, Ami.
"The words 'ass kicking' are not part of the transformation phase!' Luna
yelled as Usagi began to glow. Naru had to shield her eyes, peering through
her fingertips. For one brief moment, staring into the light, Naru perceived
a glimpse of Usagi's destiny, and felt overwhelmed by awe. When the light
faded, Usagi was dressed entirely in black. Even a black trench coat that
reached to mid-calf. Her pants were leather and seemed almost painted on and
her shirt was a tank top that came just shy of showing cleavage. Around her
neck was a small red choker with a {cresenct : crescent} moon and a gold tiara on her
head. Red jewels were on her odangos and she wore heavy boots with a small
gold crescent moon on each ankle. Her gloves were black as well. Luna sighed.
"Why do you insist on wearing that outfit?"
"I wonder what Ambrose {Beirce : Bierce} would say about this?" he called down to the
mask. With that, he jumped in.
****
Sailor Moon crouched to as she landed on the adjoining rooftop. Above her,
the office building belched smoke and fire and she wiped some soot off her
cheek. Cubicle mazes were fun, but not when idiots were--something slammed
into {: her} from behind, and she sprawled face forward into the gravel topped roof.
"My Danger {sense : Sense}...didn't warn me?" Spiderwoman pulled her arm back, trying
to break Sailor Moon's grip. But the Senshi would not let go.
Not that Sailor Moon did, of course. "I'm the magical girl, you're the
mysterious masked bishie who's always there when I need him," she said,
crouching down next to him as he clutched his shin, teeth gritted in pain.
"I'm not thrilled about it either{: ,} but we play the cards we're dealt. So
here's the deal: I hate flowers, love chocolate and despise 'chick flicks'.
My birthday is in June on the fourth and if you dare buy me lingerie before
I'm eighteen, I will kill you. Destiny or no. Got that?"
"It's been remarked," Sailor Moon said without batting an {eye. But : eye, "but} that's not
what I asked. I--" She broke off as Spiderwoman suddenly whipped around and
stared into the shadows. "Crap. Get up, Tuxie, we'll finish this later. We
got company."
There {was : were} heavy footsteps and then something stepped into the light. It
covered with yellow scales, green hair and it's eight green eyes glittered
hungrily. It had to be at least two or three or so meters tall, with long,
apelike arms and a mouth full of sharp teeth.
"Youma," Sailor Moon said and then raised her voice. "Okay, Jadeite, I know
you're here. Show yourself and let's get the posturing {overwith : over with}.
A tall blond man dressed in a dark blue uniform with red trim faded into
view. "Well, Tuxedo Mask, Sailor Moon and someone new. "A pleasure to make
your {aqauintence : acquiescence}." He said to Spiderwoman. "And you are?"
"Three on three, actually," said a new voice. Off to one side was a tall
figure dressed in a purple costume. His skin was green, and he had yellow
eyes and a big smile. A brown satchel was slung over one shoulder. He stood
on a bird shaped platform which hovered just inches above the rooftop. "I
have no name, I'm afraid, it seemed rather {unessacary : unnecessary} and I'm sure the press
will give me something catchy." He reached into his satchel and took out what
looked like a pumpkin. "In any case. Sailor Moon, you and I have {bisnuess : business} to
attend to.
I would have expected this one to be more interested in Spiderwoman.
I guess she's not well enough known yet.