Let's give an original a try.

Ryu fell to the ground a final time, and Chun Li jumped up
and down, exulting in her inevitable victory.

Heh

Ashley knew very well that he wasn't the sharpest knife on
the magnetized rack. Years of training had honed his reflexes to
react long, long before any actual synapses fired, and he was far
more comfortable thinking with his fists than his mind anyway. Now,
though, his brain caught up with his body rather abruptly and Ashley
groaned in annoyance, spoiling the fight-opening pose that he'd
practiced so often in front of mirrors innumerable.

"Look, buddy, I ain't got time for this."

Let's see how good he really is.

The wheels hit a crack and the board caught, sending the

Bull into a backflip that carried him almost to the edge of the
stairs Ashley had just descended. The martial artist winced just
before the Bull of Tenochtitlan landed.

A sharp snap echoed through the night.

"Ohh... it hurts... owie...."

Yes, it would.

The suddenly cowardly and timid martial artist flinched as
every waitress in the place pierced him with gimlet gazes. The
music scratched momentarily then halted entirely, and dead silence
filled the cafe.

He is in for it now.

An expressive sigh filled with hidden meaning chased Ashley
to the table and he slid into the cold vinyl seats, half-wondering
if any of the waitresses giving him the evil eye would hand him a
menu. Despite their obvious ill-will, one of them dropped a
laminated sheet in front of him and walked away without another
word.

A menu does you no good if no one takes your order. :)

Rachel interrupted. "Then, two weeks ago, that man came to
my house and knocked me out as some kind of bait in a trap for you!
He apologized nicely about doing it after you rescued me, but-"

Heh.

She looked down at her lap, and then looked up again, a
solemn expression on her face. "I... I can't be your fiance any
more."

Oh, it was serious.

Rachel pulled the ring off of her finger and tossed it at
him, and Ashley didn't, _couldn't_, react as it bounced off his
chest and landed in his lap. Then she put her face in both of her
hands. "That's what I wanted to talk to you tonight about. I've
already discussed it with your parents and mine, and..."

See, the guy always is the last to know. :)

Then, a woman spoke into the silence. "I told you that it
wouldn't work, Devan, but would you ever listen to me? Nooooo, of
course not." The woman's voice was husky and manlike, sounding like
butterscotch

I have no idea what butterscotch would sound like. :)

Ruben let out a small sigh. "Good. Aside from an under-
standable amount of despair, his sanity is still intact from his
exposure to the horrors of the true reality of space and time." She
allowed herself a small smile. "As intact as anyone's ever is,
anyway..."

True

"A few UNEXPECTED extra fea- er, MINOR design flaws!" Ruben
towered over Wiley, rage burning in her eyes. "As I recall, your
machine was supposed to send the guinea pig _one day_ into the
future, not _drag_ some helpless soul from spirits know where in
time  and space!"

Sounds like a minor glitch to me

  Ashley rose to consciousness slowly, almost unwillingly.
_I'm so comfortable. Wow, I guess it WAS all a dream. But..._ He
fidgeted as something cold and metal poked into his back. _Why is
there a 3/8 socket wrench in my bed?_

The sign of a true gearhead. ^_^

The scientist strode over to a console covered in blinking
lights. He contemplated the two levers protruding from it for a
moment, then shrugged and placed his hand on one. "If that one
brought you here, then..."

Heh. Not words you want to hear.

Ruben lowered her hand slowly, gasping with the effort of
finally knocking out the surprisingly strong-willed martial artist.
"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen." _Am I losing my touch? Or
is he THAT strong? He went berserk when I cast the Pacify, as if
suppressing his consciousness only brought out something stronger
in him..._ She shook her head doubtfully. _I hope that using so much
power doesn't affect my transformation back._

Hmm. Back into what, I wonder

Wiley tried to glare up at her, but he couldn't quite summon
up

can drop the 'up'

* * * *


The mysterious shadow watched...

The mysterious shadow waited...

The mysterious shadow...

Gnawed on a ham sandwich, chewing messily, his eyes trained
on the entrance of the Extreme Science building.

He finished the last bite and almost choked on it as the
Prophecy was Fulfilled.

Heh. It must have happened unexpectedly.

attention between the novel in her hands and her patient on the
lower bunk. _After the dose of sedative magic he took, he should
be out for a few hours at least._ She smiled slyly. _But if what I
think is true..._

Ashley stirred and snorted, so Ruben marked her place and
sat up. "Are you awake again?"

"Where IS he!"

he?!"

Ruben sighed. "He's trying to make a new time machine so
we can send you back to your own time."

Ashley sat up, and the sudden motion made him clutch his
head. "That's great," he groaned without much enthusiasm.

"...He says it'll take a few months."

But since it's a time machine, it really doesn't matter how long it takes
since they can decide to put you back whenever you want.

When she closed the door behind her, Ashley breathed a sigh
of relief. Then, she leaned out of the door again and he jumped.
The woman laughed slightly as she reached out to put a sign on the
door that read, "Females Only! NO PEEPING, PERVS!!" Smaller writing
underneath that said, "Yes, this means you Kokeru M." She winked at
him again and swung the door shut.

Oops

"Mistress..."

Drum Major Pip turned to her boon companion, French Horn
One. Oh, she knew that his real name was, uh, er, hmm... Olaf
Beefcake, but she found that it helped her focus to only think of
her minions as the objects that they were.

heh

Drum Major Pip looked French Horn One up and down. He was
dressed out in the standard marching band uniform, just like she;
purple half-cape, shiny silver uniform, freshly shined boots, and a
two-foot hat with a purple, bobbing plume nodding cheerfully back
and forth on the top. "What's wrong with the uniform?"

Seems all right to me.

The Drum Major cackled briefly. "AheheeHEehehee!" Then, she
calmed herself, and said dismissively, "As well they should fear me.
Why, if that filthy Mad Sci major hadn't managed to flank my Flute
battalion with his robots, I would have taken the Admin Building for
sure! And from there, I would have ruled the whole campus. And from
the campus, I could have ruled the world..." _Ah, such a simple
plan. Where could it have possibly gone wrong?_

"So, Mistress, you see vhat I am saying?"

You think most band people would be happy ruling the campus. :)

...And Ashley could only stare in wonder at the goddess of
lust incarnate that stepped out, drooling incoherently as she strode
towards him and put one hand out to stroke his cheek, her black eyes
half-lidded. "So, _you're_ the poor guy?" she breathed sexily, her
chest moving in ways that compelled his eyes downward.

My, his desire for his old fiancee left rather quickly. ^_^

"I was created by man long ago, a desire they thought they
wished for but in the end could never attain. I have-"

Heh

"Are you guys ignoring me INTENTIONALLY?"

Lilah nudged one final time. "Well, women have needs, and
this guy is a pretty prime hunk of beefcake. Deny it as you might,

sometimes YOU'RE a woman too..."

emphasis on 'sometimes'. :)

Ruben opened his mouth to retort again, then he realized
she'd already cast her spell while his attention was distracted by
her words. For a moment, he searched his defenses frantically to
find what she'd cast, looking so hard that he almost missed the
insidious curse she'd slid in. _Blast! Limbaugh's Raving Idiocy!_

Heh

who knew him best believed he did it on purpose, but Ruben had to
admit that you never quite noticed him until he WANTED to be
noticed.

sounds like a plan to me. :)

The Drum Major whined for a moment, then she straightened
up. "Very well, I shall heed your advice for now. But when I have
my legions again... you shall be defeated!! AheeheHEheheeheeHEE!!!"

amusing

"What about criminals?"

The woman smiled broadly. "We have enough white magicians,
superheroes-in-training, martial artists, and valiant mecha pilots
that any criminal attending knows that plying his trade on campus
would be suicide and grounds for immediate expulsion

Nice place

manor house and given birth to a towering complex designed for the
sole purpose of intimidating whomever had to enter it. Gargoyles and
stone griffons perched on every available surface, peering in every
possible direction as though guarding the administration from any
possible threat. Ashley thought he saw crows and other, darker
things circling the top of the building, cawing throatily.

nice

When they'd walked perhaps fifty feet from the Admin Tower,
Ruben pointed at the building nearest them. It was an innocuous
building,

'structure' would be better since you just used building

"Yeah." Ruben sighed and turned away, walking towards
the mall entrance. "Just like how a container shapes the water
poured into it, a body shapes the... consciousness poured into
it. A person who changes into, say, a cute black piglet reacts
just like one, even though he knows that he isn't a pig at all.

I figured as much

Nice way to kick things off. I'll try to get to the other chapter at a later
time.

DB Sommer



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