Subject: [FFML] Re: [R1/2/Avengers] Avenging Act II Chapter 8
From: rgorman@telusplanet.net
Date: 2/20/2006, 8:09 PM
To: DB Sommer
CC: ffml@anifics.com


Quoting DB Sommer <sommert@connecttime.net>:


Midnight had fallen at the Tendou household, but the darkness held
no 
terror for Nabiki Tendou, who was having difficulty sleeping.
Insomnia 
was a problem she suffered from occasionally, but the solution of a

little warm milk was only a refrigerator away. That was why she was
on 
her way to the kitchen in the dead of night.

Clunky opening. Needs a machete taken to it.  Maybe:

Nabiki Tendou occasionally suffered from insomnia, but found a little
warm milk was just the thing for it.  That was why she was on her
way to the kitchen in the dead of night, just in time to see the
intruder.  


It was also why she spotted the intruder. She only caught a
fleeting 
glance of the person silhouetted in the doorway of the bathroom
before 
she entered it, darting out of sight, but that was all Nabiki
needed. No 
redheaded girls had any business intruding in her domicile. The
little 
thief would learn what it meant to try and poach on Nabiki Tendou's

turf. While she might have hated martial arts, she wasn't above
using 
them when the situation called for it. Kicking the crap out of
sneak 
thieves breaking into one's home was an ideal time to employ them.

Using her inherent sneakiness, in combination with her martial arts

talent, Nabiki skulked silently to the door. She pressed her ear
against 
it. It wasn't as good as using a glass, but it would do in a pinch.
It 
wouldn't do to walk into a trap, even if she could fight her way
out of it.

Through the wood Nabiki could hear water running. Perfect. If the
girl 
was next to a faucet, it meant her guard was down. Though what sort
of 
intruder used a bathroom before stealing things?

Actually there was one burglar who was caught because he found
burglary so stressful that he became incontinent while doing them.  



Nabiki threw the door to the bathroom open and shouted, "Ah ha I've

got--". It took the time to utter that phrase for the scene in
front of 
her to register. And then she was uncharacteristically struck
silent.

Ranma stood there, tilted bucket held over his head, dripping wet.
As 
one would assume, since he was in the process of cleaning himself,
he 
was naked. Very naked. And facing Nabiki, giving her an ideal view
of 
everything nature had provided the very, very perfect specimen of
the 
male of the species.

Incidentally, given that Nabiki seems to be favourably impressed with
Ranma's physical charms, and the girl who gets the engagement is the
one who inherits the house...just why is she so reluctant?  It's not
like she knows the fact which caused the real Nabiki to take herself
out of the running.  With both Kasumi and Akane out of the running,
it's easy money without effort.  Sounds just like Nabiki's thing.  

Incidentally I'm kind of surprised that Nabiki didn't end up being Loki.  


It took Ranma a second to react. "Hey!"

The shout snapped Nabiki out of her stupor. Somewhat. Her eyes were

still fixed on Ranma. One part in particular. "Sorry. I thought I
saw in 
elephant." She realized what she said, still staring. "I mean an 
intruder. Did you see a redhead--?"

"Get out!" Ranma shouted, covering himself with the empty bucket.

"Out? Yes, I suppose I should." With her view of Ranma blocked, she

possessed enough of her faculties to turn and leave. Her eyes were

recovered

still 
widened in disbelief as she headed to her room. Ranma was a hunk of
beef 
in every sense of the word. Every derogatory term about endowed men

vulgar term for male endowment

went 
through her mind. She decided none of them really did Ranma
justice.

When Nabiki eventually drifted off to sleep, she had very pleasant

dreams indeed.

Soooo...what's the problem?  


Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Hearing the door to his makeshift bedroom slide open, Genma rose up

yawning. "How did night patrol go, boy?"

The now clean Ranma flopped onto his mat. "I beat up some idiot
called 
the Gamecock. He was dressed like a deranged chicken. I recommended
that 
when he eventually gets out of jail he should go after Daredevil,
since 
most loser super villains seem to gravitate to him."

Should have recommended he go after Puma.  


Genma watched Ranma closely. Something was wrong with the boy. "You
seem 
awfully tired for fighting oversized poultry."

Ranma remained silent for a moment. Then, just when it seemed he'd
roll 
over and go to sleep, he began speaking. "It's this whole situation
with 
Mom. I think I should hang up the tights."

That woke Genma fully up. He rose to his feet and stomped toward
Ranma, 
towering over him. "Don't be silly, boy. We've put too much time
and 
effort into you taking up the role of superhero. Besides, you seem
to 
like it."

Ranma sounded morose. "But Mom hates me. She even hates my other 
superhero identity. It's like she hates me two times over. Do you
know 
what it's like when your mom goes on nationwide television, telling

everyone she hates you and founds an organization that wants to
bring 
you down?"

"No, I'd say that's something fairly unique that's happened only to

you," Genma admitted.

"Well it sucks."

I have a cunning plan.  Ranma should go to her in his female form and 
ask her to teach him how to be more modest and lady-like.  That should
be useful for making him look like a complete fool...I mean winning
her over.    


Akane didn�t know what she had done to offend the old woman, but 
suddenly had the idea that if she were to marry Dr. Tofu, she
wouldn't 
be spending a lot of time with her mother-in-law. "I have to get
back to 
work," Akane said in the hopes the old woman would leave her
alone.

Gosh, doesn't Akane know you always verbally agree with the
mother-in-law no matter how insane she is?  


Letha nodded in agreement.

Poundcakes said, "I'm not either."

"I see. Excellent. Excellent," the Imperial Hydra cooed. "Now, are
any 
of you married?"

Titania said, "No, but I do get hit on by morons at lot at bars."

a lot



"I guess that makes sense," Ranma said. "She hasn't missed a day of
work 
since I've been here, even when she had that really bad cold."

That's what I want to see.  Thor with a cold.  The sneezes would be
epic.   


Unfortunately for Ranma, he was blocking one of Letha's punches at
the 
time and took Poundcakes' kick in the side. A blow like that
delivered 
from an ordinary person would have been annoying, but since it was

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