C&C time again.

A month and a half late, so I won't comment on some of the major
proofreading errors in this, assuming that they've already long since been
found and exterminated...

The venue was a meeting hall the leader had rented for the occasion. All
of the big gatherings were held there. No press was allowed, as some of
the tactics the ALF had employed were technically illegal, if morally
right. Luckily only minimal property damage had been inflicted during
most of the rescue operations, and since the leadership had been adamant
about *not* publicly claming responsibility for their actions, they had
managed to fly under the radar for the most part. Though there was a
segment of the leadership, led by Shinjiro Hikami, who wanted a more
public image for their heroic deeds.

"Look! I had lunch boxes made up and everything!"

Still, few complained about the current leader, founder Itsuki Mikura.
Under his direction the ALF had financial resources like never before.

Umm...if he's the *founder*, then them having financial resources "like
never before"...um....

I think that bit needs a bit of work. ^^;;

With most of the membership in attendance for the last half hour, the
crowd started to grow restless. Just as the anticipation hit a boil,
people began to walk on stage from the back. The leadership of the ALF,
with Mikura at the forefront of the procession, greeted their followers
with bows, waves of the hand, and other gestures of acknowledgement.

Most involving the middle finger.

Mikura�s voice boomed across the room, the speakers placed precisely so
all could hear without being deafened. �Greetings, my fellow liberators.
Today is a great day in the annals of our movement.

"But not such a great day in the anals of our movement; remind me to have
the caterer disemboweled after the party."

Man Beast turned back to the audience. �As of today, I shall lead the
ALF in its new crusade, for what better leader than one who has suffered
under the yoke of tyranny of the very oppressors whom the movement is to
fight against?�

The other people on stage stared at each other in astonishment, and then
began clapping. All save Mikura, who jerked in his seat as though shot.
He stared at Man Beast in disbelief.

"I said you could lead us in charades! CHARADES!"

Man Beast continued weaving his oratory spell. �Yes, my friends, let
today mark the dawn of a new beginning of the ALF. You can count on me
to personally spearhead the effort to release all those who have
suffered as I have at the hands of cruel, inhuman monsters. We will be
more aggressive than ever in spreading our message of hope and
salvation, bringing this world the peace it so desperately craves. It
will be a difficult, long, hard fought battle, but one that we cannot
afford to lose. So we will go forth, rededicated to the salvation of all
animals everywhere!�

"And we shall rename ourselves...PETA!"

Man Beast gazed at him softly. �Of course. My apologies. I almost forgot
about the discussion we agreed upon after the speech.� To the other
people in the backstage area, he said in a genial voice, �I need to
discuss some clarifications and issues about the administrative shift
with Mr. Mikura, and it should be done in private. All except you,
Tabur. You come with us. I need you to do a few things for me afterward.�

"Like dispose of the bones."

�Going about the most effective way of freeing my fellow members of the
animal kingdom from the wonton cruelty of modern human society,� Man
Beast said innocently.

"Too many of my peers have become filling for Chinese dumplings! It ends
TODAY!"

Mikura�s speech ended abruptly as Man Beast lunged forward, grabbing the
top of the former president�s head and bending it back, baring his
throat. With a snarl he bit down on the neck, ripping out his throat and
half the neck with a snap of the jaws. He released Mikura, letting his
body slump to the floor as blood fountained from his neck.

Well, that's ONE way to end a management dispute.

like mine. Something else is going on there. If you�re not careful, your
balls might end up in a mousetrap.

Ouch. x.x

Inside one of Avengers Mansion�s reinforced observation rooms (designed
to hold captured SPBs until they could be turned over to the proper
authorities) four people surrounded a fifth. The air was thick with
anticipation as everyone watched the fifth person expectantly.

"Deal the cards already!"

After confirming the admittedly damning evidence that Ryouga had been
the Hulk, the Avengers had taken the young man back to the mansion in
their quinjet. Ryouga had been docile the entire time, complaining about
an upset stomach which seemed to have carried over from his larger form.

Too many beans?

�What?� Wasp asked.

�He offered to share it with me.�

�I�ve killed people for less than that.� Iron Rose said flatly. Despite
her faceplate being immovable, it managed to radiate sarcasm.

Sarcasm radiation is highly toxic and can cause immediate and painful death
almost instantly.

All anger disappeared, replaced by a crimson blush.

Which is a hell of a lot better than a viridian one, all things considered.

�He tricked me with his superior height and strength!� Ryouga shouted.

.........

...yyyyyeah, that's Ryouga alright.

�No, becoming the Hulk is easy compared to what happened to me.�

�Which is?� Wasp asked.

�A secret I�m too ashamed to admit,� Ryouga said.

�That story would be a secret I�d be too ashamed to admit,� Iron Rose
muttered.

*SNRK*

Ryouga ignored him.

Gender bending alert!

�The next person that calls me obsessive, I punch out. I�m legally
entitled to do it after hearing that story,� Daredevil informed the

others.

*snrk*

�Because you might turn into the Hulk,� Wasp pointed out. �You still
don�t know what makes you change back and forth. What if you were to
change in the middle of a fight? Why, Ranma would end up a big red
splotch, and we�d have to arrest you ourselves for murder, and we
wouldn�t want to do that to a teammate.�

"Awfully embarassing press, that."

�Body language, which is just as good and nowhere near as invasive. Mind
reading is a gray area when it comes to the law,� Daredevil said.

�Well, don�t read my body!� Ryouga shouted.

�But it�s such a nice body,� Wasp said playfully.

*SNRK*

�Someone stole my set of mechanical arms. A nutcase that named himself,
�Dr. Octopus�. I believe he was Japanese, actually. He evidently read an
article about the arms, thought they would be a wonderful addition to
his villainous repertoire, and decided to steal them from me. He hit me
in the face with a pastry, and while I was blinded by a tasty cream
filling, he put them on and fled with them.�

*facefault*

And the seeds for their destruction would be planted now. He had checked
the timeline furiously. Removal of them at the juncture he would travel
to changed nothing of Kang�s own past. She would live, he would be who
he was, and all would be well.

Dude needs to study temporal theory a bit more.

Kang turned to him. �Yes. It will assassinate the ruling party of our
subjugators, and that assassination will lead to the Japanese people
taking up arms and successfully conquering the world this time.� Now
that was a blatant lie, but that was the least of Kang�s sins. Let the
old man die, convinced he would be instrumental in avenging his nation�s
defeat. As long as Tetsuo Kunou

*FACEFAULT*

It triggered the connections to activate its combustion function, but
nothing happened. It repeated the process, and when that failed as well,
ran an internal diagnostic. It discovered that the triggering mechanism
and internal generator had both corroded due to age and weak materials.

German engineering at its finest. XD

The Fourth Sleeper went into action, designating the armored figure as
the most potentially dangerous and focusing its initial attack on her.
It charged across the room, knocking Ryouga and his chair aside as
though they weighed nothing, sending them hard to the floor, Ryouga
striking his temple hard enough to make it bleed.

Whoops.

The Hulk said, �Hulk will help take robot apart. Hulk is good at it.�

�So I see,� Iron Rose said, staring at the headless automaton.

Heh.

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