Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 03/20/2004 09:51 PM, Steve Thesken said:
Mikado's mind quickly flashed back to the insane babblings of that
old monk he had escaped from only a brief time ago, who spoke some
nonsense about curses and hot and cold water. He had fled from the
scene, mad with horror at his condition. What did that old man's odd
ramblings matter? He was a common barnyard animal, his precious
humanity stolen from him by the actions of that evil, vicious girl.
She had not been content with slamming her knee up into his treasured
manhood when he left himself unguarded, and then fleeing from his
wrath. No, this must have been her goal all along, to lure him into
a trap. Thoughts of her treachery filled him with a powerful lust
for revenge upon her, for the hellish state she had cast him into.
How clever of her.
"You poor dear," Kodachi said softly, studying the tiny creature
before her, cold and wet from the recent rain, looking utterly
miserable and alone. Gently, she extended {forth :} a hand and
touched the small animal on the head, feeling no fear that it might
bite her as she stroked its coat of light fur. She looked up at the
driver. "Get me a towel to wrap it in. I'm bringing it home."
"I even have the perfect name for you." Kodachi pulled the little
piglet away from her chest and held it up before her, smiling. She
noted absently that it was a male. "I shall call you P-chan."
Yes. What kind of universe would it be without a P-chan.
They pulled apart and Ranko wiped at her eyes again, sniffling.
"We're going to manage," she said, her voice firming. "I've never
given up before, and I'm sure not going to now. So you're going to
have to deal with having me around, {bro : Bro}." She suddenly
grinned at him, putting on a brave face.
"Bro?" Ranma snorted in amusement. "Okay, Sis." He held out a
hand. "You and me, together, no matter what else the universe throws
at us. Is it a deal?"
It's not like they have a choice about being together. At least they
already know about hot/cold water.
"Questions can wait until I can restore you to human form." Cherry
was careful to not take his attention from what he was doing. He
reached deep into the water with his pole and snagged up first one
shoe and then another.
It would be interesting to see what happens to anyone who falls in the
Ranma/Ranko water. I don't think he wants to find out first hand though.
When he was finished, he carefully climbed back down the ladder and
set up another small drying pole, retrieved from his camp. He began
to put the items of clothing on it, pausing when he came to a pair of
pink and lacy panties. An odd trembling assailed his hand for a few
moments at the sight and feel of them, before he hastily set them on
the rack. A similar reaction came over him when he came to the pink
brassiere. He set the item to dry and hastily focused his mind on
other matters.
I've suspected he might be Happousai.
Konatsu stood up from kneeling, as graceful as any courtly-trained
girl and approached him. "You invaded the bedchambers of my mistress
in disguise." A slender blade appeared in his hand and was held up
tight against Mikado's throat. "Are you one of the Goju? Only a
Goju is able to shapeshift like that."
If only a Goju can shapeshift, the question isn't if, but what kind.
Konatsu regretted that he wasn't truly a girl. If he was female, he
would have had one more option, to give up his name and marry into
the Kuonji. Genji Kuonji, grandfather to the current heir, had given
a scroll to Konatsu's grandmother upon their exile from their
ancestral lands promising this. But the Kuonji heir was a boy, so
Konatsu's only hope now was to defeat him instead. And he would
defeat him, no matter what tricks Ukyo tried.
It should prove -- interesting -- when Ukyo and Konatsu discover each
other's real gender.
"Well, I'm going to have to report this," he said with a frown. He
patted her down for several moments, quickly finding her ID card.
She was too woozy to protest. He punched her ID number into his
handheld computer. She passed out again while he was still dialing
the phone.
If Ranko's world is a near analog, I guess it makes sense that she'd
leave Manami's id with her.
"Uh, never mind." Ranma-chan wasn't quite sure what 'the Fifth' was.
But it was something one of her analogs had heard said on television
when questioned. "Yeah, it's me. I'm-" There was a brief moment
of uncertainty in her gaze. "I'm Ranma."
Sorry about this.
"Years?" Ranma-chan let that thought sink in for a moment. To live
with a Jusenkyo curse for such a long time was a very sobering notion
to her. "B-but you look so young. Not like you look as a woman."
That silver tongued devil.
Ukyo arrived outside the door to her aunt's room, having {stealthed :
sneaked} up the stairs and down the hall during a lull in the crowd,
even ghosting across the boards that were specially loosened and
designed to creak loudly if any weight was placed upon them. She
could hear voices talking in the next room, so it appeared that Ranko
was awake. She opened the door.
"Well, after what happened between us," he said, looking
uncomfortable. "I thought it best to give us some distance apart, so
I came here about a year ago and set up my restaurant." After a
moment, he then added, "Cherry visits me every few months to deliver
{me :} my supplies. He told me you'd gone to Europe on an assignment
for the Institute."
"Yes, I'm satisfied. For now."
How much lipstick did she leave on Yu's collar?