Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Wed, 22 Oct 2003 00:04:37 -0700 "Steve T."
<mixednutspress@earthlink.net> wrote:
"Makoto!" Ami jerked Usagi and Naru out of the way a giant moving ball
of rioting colors exploded from the crowd and enveloped Flash. "Oh you
poor dear, they said they couldn't find you anywhere in the building
and here you are safe and sound." Now that it had stopped moving,
Usagi and the others could see that it was actually an tall, enormously
fat--the minds of the three balked at calling it a woman--thing in a
kimono of neon bright colors. Its makeup was caked on and its hair was
a bright blue. Its voice had a deep booming {qaulity : quality}.
"Everyone wants to talk to you, even the TV stations." Wrapping an arm
around Flash's shoulders in a grip that it would take a prybar to
remove, the creature pushed Flash towards where the lights of the TV
cameras waited. Usagi and Naru followed them, both wearing amused
smiles. Ami walked with them, her expression curious.
"Maybe," Naru said {speculativly : speculatively}. "What do you think
it would be worth to her?"
"Oh I {supppose : suppose}. You want to do it? You're better at the
whole dealing with the public thing."
"Chicken," Usagi said and ran a hand through her hair before clasped
her hands behind her back and exaggeratedly slipped in front of Flash
and the thing and held up her hand. The reporters fell silent
{immeditly : immediately}.
"Miss Kino was in the company of myself, my cousin and one of her
teammates {alll : all} night celebrating a sports victory. Any
questions regarding the incident should be directed to building
management or the local koban," Usagi said in one breath. "Thank you."
Without batting an eye, she somehow freed Flash from the thing's grip
and led her back to towards the building. Behind them, the reporters
began shouting questions again.
"Usagi, please, we're older now. Let us speak of adult things. This
{fued : feud} of ours, for instance. I think its time to end it."
Beryl ignored that. "Usagi, do you even remember what this {fued :
feud} is about? We've been fighting for so long it's insane. I want
there to be peace. I want us to join forces. I'm here on Mettalia's
behalf and on my own to extend the hand of friendship."
"Oh I don't, Beryl. In fact, I'm taking this Mettalia very seriously.
It's you I could care less about. In fact, go tell Mettalia that I
don't do {bisinuess : business} with lackeys. If she wants to make me
an offer, she can come and talk to me herself. I'm easy enough to
find. Think you can remember all that or would you like me to write it
down in single syllable words?"
Beryl stared at the doorway to the locker room and then glanced down at
the wad of spittle on her shirt. It peeled off her shirt and
{dissapated : dissipated}.
He sighed as he tightened the last bolt on his new flying machine. The
"broomstick" had been a great tool, but the controls were simply far
too impractical for battle. This new design was much better. Rather
then hand controls, the craft was now {controled : controlled} by a
simple combination of movements, weight shifting and synaptic control
for the on board weapons. It even was shaped to look like a demonic
bat, a touch he was rather proud of. Carefully cleaning and storing
his tools, he began to wipe the grease and dirt off his hands and as he
did, his eyes fell on the copy of the Tokyo Bugle lying draped over the
lathe. He'd been dubbed the "Green Goblin" and he was honest enough
with himself to admit that he rather liked the name. Even if if had
been coined by that gaijin Jameson.
{Unfortunutly : Unfortunately}, Jameson represented the power of the
press and that made him a force to be reckoned with, gaijin or no. For
now though, he decided to leave Jameson well enough alone. He might
even be useful somewhere down the line.
He glanced at the clock and finished cleaning up. From the locker, he
quickly dressed in the suit and tie and removed the folder of papers
for the meeting he was almost late for. A cursory glance in the mirror
and he stepped through the concealed entrance and into the inner
portion of his office, his private {sancturary : sanctuary}. He
spared a thought for Spiderwoman. He'd chosen {erronously : wrong :
erroneously} in Sailor Moon. She was far too much of a law-abider,
however she dressed. But anyone who would choose a spider for their
name, well, perhaps there was something there he could use.
"Good Afternoon, Sir," his assistant said, rising from his desk in the
outer office. "I've gathered the data you requested. Also, several
board members have registered their displeasure with the notion of
buying out a kimono conglomerate. They feel that it {takes : detracts
from}, rather then adds to our cartel's image."
Kenji Tsukino smiled and clapped the young man on the back.
"{Bisinuess : Business} must expand or suffocate," he said. "Much
like humans. We require growth in some fashion. To be otherwise, is
death."
Ami blinked at the chopsticks just an inch from her nose. A single
grain of rice clung to the end of one of the sticks. At the other end
of the chopsticks was Usagi, who was staring across the circular table
at Ami Also at the table {was : were} Naru and Flash, an addition Ami
still wasn't sure she liked. She kept a steady eye on Flash and never
let the other girl get behind her.
"Your dad's a bigshot {bisinuess : business} guy. So how come you
walk around without worrying one bit about being kidnapped or
something?"
Usagi's face split in a big grin. "Because either A, I have a clan of
ninjas for {bodygaurds : bodyguards}. B, All the people I'd have to
worry about are scared of me. C, as far as the rest of the world is
concerned, Usagi Tsukino actually attends an exclusive school in
England while poor me (who has the same name as Usagi thanks to a
mistake at the hospital) is little more then the poor bastard love
child whom Kenji Tsukino feels some sort of obligation to raise
properly. Besides, I make a great decoy. Or D, I'm lying through my
teeth for my own amusement at you trying to figure out if I'm lying or
not." She gathered up a mouthful of rice with her chopsticks. "Pick
one," she said and ate the rice, her face never losing the grin.
Flash's lips twitched into a smile. When the hell had she gotten so
introspective or whatever the word was? Flash exhaled and returned her
attention to the world around her. Usagi was simply random {is : was}
all.