DB Sommer (About whom no one has written a fanfic in his universe yet, so
it's not really an issue)

(blink blink...)

What am I, chopped sushi? ;p  Using Ai and crew is indeed fanficing your
work, DB, as is the Amazing Spider Woman and that Defenders story you
recently pointed out.  Now I may admit that my use of one set of characters
may not consist of fanficcing your universe, like the other two, but in
reality, how is that any different than, say, Goku dropped in the
Ranma-verse without any other DBZ characters?

My dear boy, wake up and smell the wonderful fragrance of Kasumi cooking in
the morning.  You have fans, and you've been ficced.

And in my case at least, with permission I might add.

(methinks DB doth not realize how many fans he doth have.)

And as I've always said in my disclaimer, all I ask is that you ask me first
before ficcing anyone from Tears.  Unless it is a case of really bad OOC,
I'll probably say yes... and if it's good enough, I may add it to official
continuity if it furthers my storyline.

Anyhoo... to make this be the slightest bit on topic:  For the illustrations
of Tears, I need good color and B&W references for the Tendo Dojo and
various locals for Ranma.  Particularly the dining room, the kitchen, the
dojo, the yard, and the upstairs rooms.

Also, the re-editing is in progress.  I'm sending the revisions before the
last six chapters to Larry for the library, as they are mainly minor (i.e.
corrections of place descriptions and room assignments)  then will be
posting a new chapter, probably within the month depending on work schedule.

And for a brief preview of whats in the works:


B3C5: Villians Ball

The corridor was non-descript, painted an off white that made it as bland
and featureless as a hospital hallway.  The doors leading off of it were
un-numbered and un-marked, but the woman traveling down the hall needed no
directions.



She was fairly tall, with a golden hue to her skin that spoke of long hours
in the sun, though she rarely saw daylight, and it made a vivid contrast to
her long white hair.  She was dressed in a form fitting dress of night black
silk that matched the dead black, six pointed stars on her face, and she
walked with a purpose, the spike heeled stilettos she wore impacting the
carpet almost hard enough to penetrate it.



Hild was not happy.



The two demons who followed her, one male, one female, were doing their best
to fulfill their roles as escorts and body guards while trying to avoid
Hild's actual notice.  When Hild was in a bad mood, anything could happen,
and neither one of them really relished non-existence, or any one of Hild's
punishments that could be worse than death.



It had started with the reports that Mara had been stricken from Nefelhiem's
computer system.  As Mara had been under intense surveillance, this had been
a mystery.  And it had occurred just moments after Hild had administered a
chastisement, which had angered the Goddess of Nefelhiem even further.
Subsequent investigation had revealed Mara's defection, apparently aided by
the Dragon, and her reassignment as a minor goddess under Urd's tutelage.



Needless to say, none of that had improved Hild's mood in the slightest.
She had long been aware of Mara's infatuation with her daughter; indeed, she
had encouraged it to a degree.  She had tolerated Mara's consistent failures
solely to use them as a tool to force the demoness to do her bidding at this
time, when Mara's love for Urd, and her constant humiliation and shame could
be used to drive the demoness, goad her into making Urd's test a failure,
all so she could finally possess the goddess she so loved.



And Legend had interfered!



It was time for that overgrown lizard to learn that one did not cross Hild
lightly.



The door at the end of the hallway opened to reveal a plush room and an
impeccably dressed Japanese gentleman.



"Greeting's Mistress Hild.  It is a pleasure as always."



"Is she ready?"



"Of course, Mistress.  She was unconscious for the first few days, but has
awakened."



"And her memories?"



"Alas, she is still a blank slate.  She can follow orders, but she has
neither spoken nor shown any signs of reasoning"



Hild grinned nastily, making even the demons shiver.  "That is something I
will address personally.  Has she been taken care of?"



"Yes Mistress.  We have groomed her and such.  Her wounds have healed
quickly, and with very little scaring.  As yet, we have not trained her as a
servant.



"I am unconcerned with that.  The use I have for her does not call for it.
Bring her."



The man bowed and clapped his hands.  A door to the side of the chamber
opened and a young woman entered.  She was naked, her shapely body showing a
flawless pale complexion, and the faintest of scars on her right shoulder.
Her golden eyes were slit pupiled, and her ears came to delicate points.
Her hair was mainly white, with streaks of pink and black, and it
highlighted her exotically pretty face.  She knelt before Hild, her eyes
showing no glimmer of emotion



Hild nodded.  "She shall serve nicely.  For as little time as you have had
her, you have done well."



"Our doctors are very well trained, Mistress, and the wounds she came to us
with healed amazingly fast." He hesitated a second.  "As to the method of
payment, Mistress, I did have one request."



Hild's eyes narrowed.  "Yes?"



"We would be willing to forgo the normal cash payment in exchange for the
genetic material from this subject.  Our laboratories believe we can clone
her within a few years, and she would make an excellent model for a line of
sex slaves."



Hild raised her eyebrow, then laughed.  "You are welcome to her blood; I
have no use for it as is."  She reached out and drew the girl to her feet,
her eyes darkening to empty pools of black as she leaned down to kiss her.
The girl's body stiffened as her eyes opened wide in panic,  and for a
moment they focused on her tormentors face.  Then they darkened to a solid
crimson as tears of blood began to fall.  A jar appeared in Hild's hand and
she caught the fall of blood, the smile on her face vicious.



"You are lucky to be so blessed.  I seldom eat the souls of mortals" she
whispered.  She leaned forward and licked a drop of blood from the girls
face.  "And yours is such a delicious soul.  So full of hate."



The girl fell to her knees, the blood pouring from her eyes in a continuous
stream, draining away all traces of heat and color from the girl's body,
leaving even her hair white as newly fallen snow .  The man looked on
impassively, waiting till the jar was nearly full and the tears had ceased
to flow.  He picked it up and bowed.  "You are generous, Mistress.  If ever
you require our services again, please call."



"The Yakuza has ever served me well." she said, dismissing him.  She waited
for him to go and lifted the girl to her feet again.  The girl stood limply,
listlessly, her eyes utterly vacant of life and as cold as her skin was to
the touch.  Hild reached out her hand, and the male demon hurried forward to
place a small box in it.  Hild brought it forward and opened it to reveal a
large pearl.  She picked it up and smiled grimly.



"Such a pretty, empty, vessel.  Your soul devoured, your blood drained, your
mind emptied."  Hild stepped around the motionless figure.  "You would make
such a lovely decoration in my palace had I no better purpose for you."  She
lifted the pearl, and the girls eyes fixed on it.  Hild laughed.  "Yes, I
have a soul for you, and blood."  She grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her
head back, lifting the pearl above her mouth and squeezing.  With a sharp
crack, the pearl opened, blood pouring out in a stream to be greedily
swallowed by the pale girl.  She drank the flowing stream, color returning
to her limbs as her face grew ecstatic, then a hazy ball of light formed as
the pearl disintegrated.  The glowing orb drifted down and melted into the
girl's form as she let out a long shuddering breath and collapsed to the
floor.



Hild gave her a few minutes before reaching down to draw her face up to meet
her eyes and she smiled, pleased by what she found there.  The girl's irises
had changed to a jade green instead their original golden hue. She blinked,
and looked away from Hild's gaze.



Do you recall who you were now?"  Hild whispered.



"I-I... "  The girl stopped, the confusion in her eyes strong, and her voice
was an odd mixture, as if two people were speaking at once.  "I was once
Herb, Prince of the Musk Dynasty.  I am Herb no longer.  Memories swirl
inside me, but Herb's are distant, and full of rage, fading.  I- I am _not_
Herb."



"Then who are you?"  Hild asked, an amused lilt in her voice.



The girl closed her eyes for a long moment, and when she spoke again her
voice had shifted a half octave higher, and lost the peculiar echo.  "I am
Clove."



"Yes.  Long ago, Xian Chi slew you, drowned you in a pool at Jusenkyo."



The girl nodded, lifting her hands to flex them, long golden claws springing
from their tips.  "You have brought me back."



"Your descendant was cursed with water from the spring in which you were
drowned.  I have returned your soul into the body of Herb."



Clove nodded.  "Yes."  She shuddered.  "I can feel the magics that have been
wrought on this body.  It still remembers being male."



"That will fade shortly, as your soul assumes full control."  Hild leaned
forward, her lips caressing Clove's ear.  "I have returned you to the flesh,
to live once more the life that was cut so short, but there is a price, a
debt of honor that you now owe."



Clove nodded.  "I am a princess of the Musk dynasty.  I and my clan will
honor your price."



Hild smiled.  "Your clan is no-more, princess.  The body you wear is the
last descendant of your blood."  The smile grew chilly.  "But I think you
will find my price a most agreeable one."  She ran a finger along Cloves
shoulder as she stepped around her.  "I want you to seduce a girl.  A girl
you will find most delectable.  I want you to seduce her, sate yourself on
her, make her a slave to your passions.  Destroy the ties she has with those
who care for her, tear her free from those who protect her, so that she
worships only you.  And when she does, then you shall bring her to me, and
together, we will slowly cut the life from her body an inch at a time."



Clove tilted her head, her face impassive.  "And who is this child?" she
asked, her voice betraying the slightest signs of anticipation.



"A child made possible by your betrayal and death.  A child responsible for
the fall of the Musk."  Hild waved her hand and an image of Zhu Shu
appeared.  "This child is the last daughter of Song Shi Wang.  She has
usurped your place, Clove, and brought about the ruin of your Clan."



Clove's eyes locked onto her, and her tongue licked her lips.  "She looks to
be the same age that I died."  She closed her eyes and turned her head.  "So
much like Mu."  A bitter laugh escaped.  "Would Shi have only accepted my
desires, I would have made them both happy.  I never told him that.  I am a
true daughter of the Dragon; and the blood of Lin Tzu flows in my veins as
well."  She raised her head.  "Very well, sorceress.  I will meet your
price, I will seduce and enslave this girl, I will make her love me."  Her
eyes lifted to meet Hild's.  "I ask one boon though."



Hild nodded, reaching out to caress the girl's heartbreakingly beautiful
face.  "Above and beyond your resurrection?  You have fire indeed, Clove of
the Musk.  What is your desire?"



Clove's eyes hardened.  "Her final death must be mine.  I will rip her heart
out and as she dies in my arms, I will tell her why I have killed her, and
she will die knowing I have avenged my clan."



Hild threw back her head and laughed.

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