Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 04/01/2004 01:07 PM, Mike Feeney said:
Ranma {« : 1/2} and Maison Ikkoku are both property of Rumiko Takahashi,
and the several publishing companies she has sold the rights to as
well.
The 1/2 character doesn't display in my system.
Which left him feeling rather... delicate this morning, what with the
very photons that illuminated the day bouncing off his skull like
drumsticks on a snare. Which was why he'd summarily given Kuno
detention after catching the senior lurking just inside the front
gates. He supposed it was possible that the boy really wasn't laying
in wait for Ranma and Akane... but he didn't think that was the case.
Thinking hurt this morning, even after the {asiprin : aspirin} had
kicked in; best to do as little of that as possible until after the
hangover was over...
"Ranma Saotome! I, Kouh-Li Mioh, challenge you in the name of The
Excessively Silly school of Martial Arts! Stand and defend
yourself!"
Truth in advertising at least.
Muck stopped just outside the door to the Cat {Caf : Cafe} one last
time. Truth be told, he'd rather be anywhere but here, yet the
tantalizing hints that Cologne had dropped yesterday demanded further
explanation. She clearly knew much more about the Star Shield and
it's companion Sword than he did. He'd received them from the
Mujadeen, a nomadic tribe three fica back and almost two years ago,
subjectively speaking... which really was the only way to measure the
time when you can jump between dimensions. He'd heard their tales
about it even before he'd wound up bearing the Star Icons; how they
had been placed with the Mujadeen to keep them safe from all save the
one for whom they were meant. However, the Mujadeen were
protectors, not instructors; they had been more interested in the who
should claim the icons rather than the what could they do, leaving
him with little clue about what the Icons might do.
The accented 'e' doesn't display properly in some systems.
The inside was agreeably deserted save for the ancient elder herself.
Given how popular the {caf : cafe} had been the day before Muck
could only surmise that Cologne had deliberately arranged for it to
be so; a conclusion he felt was proved when neither Shampoo nor
{Mouse : Mousse} came out at the sound of the door- chime. Not
really surprising, he decided, since from her tone the day before
Cologne had implied that knowledge of the Icons was a closely held
Joketsuzoku secret, ergo it would be in her best interests to keep
prying ears away from this conversation... and Cologne always had the
best interests of the Joketsuzoku in mind.
Muck was sure the warning was meant to bring him back, to seek her
help in guarding the {icons : Icons} in return for his helping her.
That he'd have no other choice. On the other hand, Muck did feel
like he had a couple of secret weapons up his sleeve that she didn't
know about. FRED, certainly; his dual nature as Star Ranger he was
less certain about. Who knew just what she could tell from an
aura... or if she knew what she was seeing in his case. Well,
chasing that thought around in circles wouldn't get him anywhere, he
decided. Getting back to Maison Ikkoku and letting FRED take a crack
at translating the scroll would be a better use of his time in the
long run.
Several blocks away, the demented Happosai{: ,} grand master of the
Anything Goes style, felt a strange tingle brush across his senses.
It was faint and unusual, but felt perhaps familiar. He tried to
concentrate on where he had felt it before; which caused him to stop
in the middle of the street and allow the mob of outraged women with
intent to pulverize to catch up with him. As the women stalked away,
retrieved unmentionables in hand, he realized what it was he'd felt.
The Icons might have slipped through his fingers this time, but he
had their scent now, and it was only a matter of time before he could
get his hands on them...
"{Daijobou : Daijobu : Daijobuu}, Thunders-sensei. We were not
expecting to see you here. Are we in some sort of trouble?" the two
asked, feigning innocence.