Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Fri, 28 Mar 2003 07:33:22 -0800 Steve Thesken <sthesken@earthlink.net>
wrote:
My muse has apparently returned for now, so I'm riding the wave for as long
as it lasts.
I'm very glad to see more so soon.
"I know." He patted the arm Nodoka had slipped around his waist. "I'm
doing everything I can to figure out what happened. I'm going to find
our daughter."
It must have been quite a mystery. Without the insights available to
the Ranma from Earth 0,0, it will be very hard to figure out.
Yggdrasil's timbre dropped back to its normal processing tone as the
two timelines finished aligning, two different versions of Yggdrasil
becoming one. Of course, some discrepancies had to be eliminated.
That sounds ominous. It appears from the following paragraphs that
Ranko doesn't have a home reality any more. Considering all the
paperwork involved, eliminating all traces of her must have been very
difficult.
Akane brushed a hand across the bandages wrapped around her middle. A
faint scent of strange herbs rose from it, pungent yet not unpleasant.
Her bruises from yesterday were almost gone, and the cracked ribs from
three days ago were finally healed. Seeing the old woman {eyeing : eying} her
inscrutably, she quickly replied, "I'm fine."
Cologne chuckled slightly. Training the feisty girl had been a bit of
a challenge due to Akane's innate stubbornness. The first few days had
been hard on the youngest Tendo{, :} and Cologne had been relentless. She
had torn down the girl's pride and battered her body to the brink, but
now the ancient matriarch was rebuilding both and discovering a much
better weapon than she had anticipated. Akane would have made a fine
amazon, Cologne had discovered, and that was very high praise from her.
"I do," Cologne replied, {eyeing : eying} the boy. Akane would have had a rather
difficult time dealing with Ranma and Shampoo on her own. This odd boy
looked like he could prove useful. "What grievance do you have against
Ranma Saotome?"
Mara massaged her throat as best she could with the spirit binding in
place around her neck. She cast a baleful gaze at Sakura. She added
the priestess to her personal 'hurt with extreme prejudice' list.
That's got to be one major problem with binding demons. They
eventually get loose and they remember who did what to them.
As Cherry and Sakura stood over the fallen demoness, Sakura absently
rubbed the knuckles of her right hand with the palm of her left. She
kicked Mara hard a couple of times for good measure, still smarting
from the sexual {innuendoes : innuendos} at her expense. They awakened unpleasant
memories of her life with her ex-partner, Ayaka Kisaragi. Her eyebrow
twitched at the mere thought of the woman and her self-destructive
lifestyle, and all the times Ayaka had called her a prude to her face.
When she saw the name written there, Akane's jaw fell.
I had been wondering how she would find out about Nabiki's engagement.
Resuming her scrubbing, Kyoko made a silent vow that she would do her
best to make his stay here a pleasant one. It was the least she could
do for him while he was staying under this roof.
A competition between Kasumi and Kyoko moderated by Belldandy should
be very interesting.
The clash of steel sounded in the chamber atop the Rose Tower of Ohtori
Academy. The morning sun was hidden by storm clouds, but the grayish
light that made it through brought out many intriguing patterns in the
carved roses, patterns that changed as the light changed throughout the
day, a clever trick of carving and placement that provided an ephemeral
sort of backdrop as two duelists moved. One young fighter, dressed in
a white Ohtori uniform jacket and tailored pants, the redness of her
shoulder-length hair like a beacon of well-{coifed : coiffed} flame on her head,
struggled with her opponent. That one was a pink-haired girl dressed
in a dark Ohtori boys' uniform jacket and short pants, revealing
coltish legs. Grim smiles lit both girls' faces as they clashed with
each other.
"This match has only gone on for fifty-two seconds, and you can tell
that already?" asked Miki Karou, briefly glancing at his {pocketwatch : stopwatch}.
Ranma. A faint sigh escaped her lips at the thought of him. She hoped
that he would call her soon. Ohtori Academy had a formal dance coming
up, and she could use an escort. Besides, she sort of owed him for his
kindness in letting her stay at his house overnight.
Surely she noticed the missing panties by now. I was rather hoping
for Nabiki and Kodachi to notice him passing them back to Utena at
their most recent match. Their reactions would have been...
interesting.
On the outskirts of Tokyo, two travel-worn figures seemed to emerge
from the light of the sun rising behind them. Both of them carried
heavy {travelling : traveling} packs, and they appeared like people who had been on
the road for some time. One was an attractive girl with blue-green
hair, somewhat taller than average and with a somewhat insouciant
manner about her, and the other was a teenaged boy with a bandanna
wrapped around his head to hold his unruly hair out of his eyes.
A few days spent {travelling : traveling} on the road together with him had given
Ryoko an oddly maternal kind of protectiveness towards Ryoga. They had
spent a fair amount of their time {travelling : traveling} by talking to each other,
but his core reason for hating Ukyo was still vague. He didn't seem to
much like talking about it, only that the other boy had wronged him
somehow, and he wanted to have his revenge. As they had gotten closer
to Tokyo, his thoughts seemed to focus more intently on that revenge,
with a single-mindedness that was almost inspiring to Ryoko in an odd
sort of way. She had actually come to enjoy {travelling : traveling} with him, even
as gruff and surly as he could be occasionally, and she was a little
saddened that their journey together was coming to an end.
"So where do we find this Ukyo guy you're looking for? Do you have an
address where he'll be in town?" As she spoke, Ryoko walked along with
an easy manner, occasionally {eyeing : eying} some of the many window displays,
but she never took her eyes off of Ryoga for very long.
Sakura ruffled Akane's hair and smiled a bit distantly. Helping Akane
out with her problems would help get her mind off her own troubles,
like her worries over her poor Ryu-sempai, and her plans for maiming a
certain Chinese amazon if she ever got the chance.
I guess no one ever told her that violence never settles anything;
and lived.