Just so you all beleive that I am working on my own story as 
opposed to posing everyone elses, here are a few snippets from Part 3 of 
X-Change Students....
	BTW, some C&C would be nice :)

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        "<Good afternoon children.>" Monet said mildly as she hovered   
overhead.
        Shampoo glanced upward, her annoyed frown returning to stay.  "Go
away Dark Girl." she said in careful, accented english.
        "[Remember that you are a guest here _little_ _girl_,]" Monet
replied in chinese as she looked contemptuously at the woman near her
(designer) boot tips, "[and show a little respect towards your hosts.]"
        "[Respect is given to those who earn it fellow student,]" Shampoo
countered as her eyes narrowed, "[and at least _I_ can defend myself... or
did you forget what happened to that perfect little nose yesterday?]"
        "[I do not have my back turned at the moment.]" Monet said icily as
she drifted down to ground level and stared the shorter woman in the eyes,
"[would you care to refresh my memory?]"
        "<Anybody following this?>" Ranma inquired as he scratched his head.
Nobody answered
        "They... glowin'?" Angelo asked as he squinted at the two  
sinophones, trying to make out the blue auras that shimmered faintly in
the midday sun.
        "Yes," Ukyo said in a worried tone, "is chi... energy from
anger...."

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        The chamber was only big enough for one and rather dimly lit in
the center, while three of the walls were starkly spotlighted with
florecent tubes that lit up as soon as he entered.  On the one to the left
were numerous snapshots and mini-posters of Tendo Akane running,
shattering bricks, performing katas, beating people up (usually Ranma),
and so forth.
        The wall to the right was also adorned with pictures, but of a
more risque nature.  The strange girl in these images was asian, with 
fire-red hair and a naggingly familiar face; her image captured either
sleeping sprawled out on a futon in a too-tight tank top and boxers, or
hanging around a house and courtyard in various states of undress
(and frequently soaking wet) with an almost mannish casualness.
        The wall directly in front of Jono was totally blank except for a
single word in latin script at the bottom: Monet.
        The mutant called Chamber shook his head and backed out of the
shrine, feeling genuine pity for the objects of worry for the objects of
worship therein.

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