Since I have a bit of time and this is small:

David Johnston wrote:

                               Dare Mo




"Man, what a dump!"  Ranma assessed as he looked at the bar.  It was
fairly large, but poorly maintained.  The windows were too dirty to
see inside and there was a stench in the air from the fishing
trawlers at the near-by docks.  "Why would she run to a place like
this?"
 

Ambiance. :)

"Think, boy!"  Genma growled.  "At her age, without identification,
this is the only kind of place that would hire her."

"Why'd she run away anyway?  She didn't even leave a note."

Genma looked at him gloweringly, and said "If you can't figure it
out boy, I can't see how you expect me to.  With your relationship
you _should_ understand her better than anyone else could ever hope
to."

 

Hmm. Since you're being vague about the who, I guess this is supposed to 
be a surprise.

As they entered, it wasn't hard to pick her out.  A ring of patrons
surrounded her as she faced off against an opponent at least twice
her weight.  He wasn't totally unskilled either.  Genma quietly
said, "Military hand to hand

% hand-to-hand

...I'd say American Marine Corps."
Ranma accepted that with a nod.  His father was still better at
instantly assessing the style of an opponent.  For all Ranma's speed
and skill, the old man still had a breadth of experience that would
take Ranma years to match, 

% And by the time he matches it, Genma will have learned more and he'll 
still be playing catch up.

and a dockside bar had a far more diverse
clientele than Ranma's mix of Nerima sparring partners.

She wasn't bothering to try anything fancy though, just side
stepping her opponents

opponent's

her new reason to resent him.

She rolled backwards up to her feet, grinning in appreciation as she
wiped a bit of blood off her lip with her thumb, then leapt forward
and demolished her opponent in flashily

flashily. That's just hideous, even if it is a word. appropriately 
flashy would work better.

Ranma and Genma took seats at a table and waited for her.  A flash
of some undefinable emotion from her eyes told Ranma she hadn't
overlooked them, but she didn't seem in any great hurry to take
their order, leaving them until last.  Just as well, as far as Ranma
was concerned.  He still didn't know what to say to her.  If there
was one thing that Ranma had learned over the past year or so, it
was that he couldn't count on the right things to come out of his
mouth when needed. 

It's because he's a guy. Women have a default swtich in them that allows 
them to interpet anything in the worst way if it comes from a man.

Genma frowned, "Anything Goes wasn't intended to be the evening
entertainment for a pack of drunkards."
 

% Wasn't it intended to help one acquire women's undergarments, as per 
its founder, Happosai?

She snorted, "Far as I can tell, it was intended to be a way for
perverts to grope women and steal food and underwear."
 

% Yeah, there it is. (ought to read ahead sometimes)

Genma shook his head, "The Master was always a man of great
appetites, but they didn't always consume him.  He took a wrong turn
in his development as an Artist.

should that be capped?

 I wouldn't like to see you make
the same kind of mistake."
 

By going around stealing women's undergarments? :)

Ranma swallowed, "I...we want you to come back."
 

Hmm. Methinks it's a Ranma got split and this is his girl side

"You would be Ranko Saotome, or if you insist, Ranma Saotome, but
then you have to expect to be constantly called Ranma-chan."  Genma
noticed the look of distaste that crossed her face and erupted,
"Face reality!  You are sitting across from me in makeup, a skirt,
and I have no doubt that you are wearing a bra after seeing your
fight. 

% Ranma: beats knocking myself out with my tits.

"If my child is going to travel across China, I might as well
accompany...her.  Particularly since I wouldn't mind a visit to
Jyusenkyou myself, and I can use some company on the way.  I've got
enough money that with whatever you saved over the last couple of
months, we can leave immediately.  Fair enough?"

Ranma-chan just nodded, her eyes sparkling a little with unshed
tears.
 

% nice little fic. Aside from one or two grammar things, looked good to me.

DB Sommer

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