Meow-
On Sun, 27 Apr 2003 nausicaa@attbi.com wrote:
It's been so long since I posted anything that I hope I remember how to
do this right.
Heh. Long time no see.
It was on a Tuesday that they first met. Keitaro remembered it
quite clearly. One minute he was flying through the air, trying vainly
to figure out exactly what his offense had been this time -- the next
moment, he was crashing head-first into another boy.
He'd never actually considered the possibility of flying into
another person before. But in a way, it stood to reason that, if he
could be launched into the stratosphere by one girl's punch, then there
were probably other boys elsewhere who could be similarly launched by
other girls.
If you have them switch bodies now or introduce monkeys, I am going to
throw dead fish at you. :p
"Me too. And the sad thing is, I'm not even sure what set Naru
off. Something I said, but don't ask me what it was."
"Oh man, I hear ya! There's no telling what is going to piss her
off." The boy paused, then held out his hand. "I'm Ranma Saotome," he
said. "Nice to meet ya."
Hmm...her could refer to Akane OR Naru, gramatically. Of course, we know
that Ranma is referring to Akane in this case, but replacing 'her' with
'Akane' or 'my fiancee' or something else more concrete might be better.
He was sitting on a park bench, idly sketching a picture of the local
scenery, when something fell out of the sky and crashed into a nearby
garbage can.
He glanced over, and froze. He saw the same cute red-haired girl
that he'd met mid-air earlier.
Three consecutive sentances starting with the word 'He'. Perhaps change
one to 'the Hinata manager' or 'the aspiring artist' or whatever...
Ranma's face flushed red. He stared down at his hands. "I...
um... it's not that I like her or nuthin'. She's just a clumsy, uncute
tomboy. Can't cook for anything. But... well, I guess sometimes she's
not so uncute, you know? When she's not jumping to conclusions and
beating me up, that is."
Keitaro laughed. "I know what you mean, Ranma," he said. "Boy, do I
ever...."
That was an amusing joke in Office Space.
Peter: Yknow, sometimes I just think, I keep thinking that shes cheating
on me.
Michael: Yeah. I know what you mean.
Samir: Yeah.
Peter: What is that supposed to mean?
He was flying North on a short but very high arc, incurred through no
fault of his own (could he help it if Naru wore such a short skirt on
such a windy day?) when he collided with a strange boy sailing in an
Easterly direction.
The compass directions should not be capitalized, as they are not proper
nouns or beginning a sentance.
As he tried to wring the water from his shirt, Keitaro examined
the stranger he'd encountered at 2,000 feet. He was a tall boy,
standing erect and with a noble, somewhat haughty look. He wore a black
hakama with a blue keikogi, and carried a bokken.
Again, lots of repetitive use of the word 'he'.
Ah, thought Keitaro. A kendoist, like Motoko. This did not bode
well.
Er...doesn't bode well, just because he's a kendoist? I mean, Kuno hasn't
actually done anything yet.
"Foul fiend! I, Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinkhan High,
will strike you down!"
Furinkan (IIRC).
did this for your sake, Urashima. It is merely the duty of a martial
artist to defend the weak. Moreover, it would seem this boy is a
pervert like yourself, rather than a true martial artist."
Were he a true martial artist, then of course, I would not deign to hit
him.
At least, that's what the sentance seems to imply. ^_^;;;
"Harem?" Keitaro tried to extricate his hands from Ataru's. "What are
you talking about?"
Ha. Predictable, but still...ha. ^_^
Grandson of an alien Prince, trained for years in his family's special
sword style, heir to alien powers... how can I compete with that?
Squiggle Formerly Known as Yosho: /o~ On this cold Jurai afternoon; I
overheard the...~o/
Tenchi: Stop...for the love of Tsunami, STOP!!!!
(I think 'Prince' should be lowercase in this instance.)
He saw Motoko under assault from an unfamiliar boy and a very
familiar old man. He leapt forward, bokken raised. "Unhand her, you curs!"
he cried out. "Motoko Aoyama! I would date with you!"
More 'he' repetition.
"Nice panties," he said.
That seems a rather odd comment for him to make. But I guess it's the
fastest way to get him airborne again.
Cute fic (seems to be the concensus for more than a few on IRC). Glad to
see you're still writing.
-Natsume Ranma Ranma
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The sardines weren't worth the trouble. A few more shots, then
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode. Ducking around a corner,
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of
my Anime supplier.
One look at his face and I knew that I had been betrayed. "Tell me,"
I insisted. He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance. Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao," he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...
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