Der Barde Chris Davies sagte an Januar 15, 1999:

                             Bubblegum Chakram

                               Chapter Three

	And so, the ease with which she took up the powers of a god might
have startled her, if she'd had any time to be startled.  But there had

not 

been time, and soon she had found herself wrestling with an opponent with

equal powers.

	Would this be Herc or Xena?
 

	Fortunately, she'd had the advantage of insanity.

	It's that insanity that's keeping her from realizing that she ALWAYS
looses in the end. (Although, I never saw the episodes after the one where
she pushes Gabrielle into that fiery pit and Xena stabs her with hinds
blood)

	"Forgive me, Leon-chan, for not having the guts to deal with macho
women with guns --"  <And powered armor,> he carefully did not say, since
he wasn't a hundred percent sure that the car wasn't bugged.  "-- when I 
lack any hormonally driven reason to do so."

	Umm... paranoid Daley-chan?
 

with her recent choice of companions -- and Leon was honest enough to

admit 

to himself that there *might* be a bit of jealousy in there -- gave him a

great deal to be concerned about.

	Unfortunately, at that moment, Leon remembers that this story is being
written by Chris and gives up knowing that he, a guy, could never compete
against another woman in any anime woman's heart.  That and the fact that
previous posts by the author seem to imply that it would be a cold day in
hell when he ever puts Leon and Priss together.

	Seeking refuge, Leon immediate jumped out of the fic and into a Biles
universe where the chances were 99/100 that he would somehow acquire
superpower and live forever...

	The woman who was standing in the doorframe was considerably taller 
than Priss, and only stood a head shorter than Leon himself.  The fact

that 

she was taller than Priss was born out by the fact that she was wearing a

nightgown that Leon had been fortunate enough to see Priss in at one

point, 

and it had gone down to her knees.  It hovered at mid-thigh on this

strange 

woman.  Her raven black hair was in a bit of a mess, and her arctic blue 
eyes glared daggers at him.  "What do you want?" she bit out.

	Aheh... <^_^;
 

	"Of course not!" Leon said, looking hurt.  "Come on, you know me
better than that."

	"Yeah," Daley said, ashamedly.

	"I'll just have to date with them both."

	The ominous clouds that had gathered that morning chose that moment 
to begin to rumble with thunder.

	Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't Leon descended from Kunou... :)

	It would be nice if she could figure out which of the many 
incomprehensible devices that she'd found in the -- building? -- was
responsible for her feeling of being watched.  Unfortunately, all of them
were equally incomprehensible, except for the vibrating phallus.  That,
she understood completely.

PRISS: *sweatdrop* Aheh, that's not mine... honest... it was probably biker
chick I invited back for some se--- oops.. doh!
 

	After five repetitions, there was a clicking noise, and a woman's
voice could be heard.  "This is Priss, you know the drill.  And Leon?  Be
sure and tell Daley thanks so much for introducing me to those two 
`friends' of his.  I'm sure the three of us will have many laughs ... and
other things."

	Oh.. so THAT'S what they were talking about on the way up to the
trailer...
 

	<Let's see ... do I tell her that I'm an obsessed seeker of
vengeance or that I'm a singer?>  "I sing," Priss replied.

	I bet if she claimed the former she'd get a ton more respect...
 

	"And since this is a true story, not a faerie tale, nobody lived 
happily ever after."

	Chris... uhh.. YOU aren't an anime character are you?  Come from elsewhere
in the mulitverse to tell us the stories of your trav-- okkay, enough of
that.
 

	"Yes?" Sylia snapped.

	<Sylia is on edge,> Linna realized.  <We're all going to die,
aren't we?  *Sylia* is on edge!>

	Ahahhahhahahahh...
 

	And then the last passenger stepped out of one of the vans, and
Sylia frowned.  There was something disturbingly familiar about the woman
with magenta coloured hair --

	<Father, no.  She's supposed to be dead.>

	Umm... has Sylia had ... bad contact with Madagan?  As far as I know they
never met...
 

	Sylia closed her eyes.  "I'm sorry, uncle," she whispered in
English.

	She felt his hand rest gently on her shoulder.  "Do what you have
to do," Dr. Raven murmured in the same language.

	Ugh, I can't remember who became Raven... Bran? McGovern?
 

	The boomer stood, and handed her a butterknife.

	She stared at it a moment ... and then, on an impulse, cast a
simple spell.

	And then Katherine Madigan smiled for the first time in nearly a
year.

	Ugh.  Stupid metal...
 

				To Be Continued

	Let me be forthright.  Xena could kick *any* anime character's
ass.  She wouldn't have been in serious trouble until the trainer went up
to fifteen.

	Whateva...
 

	But Sylia can be a hell of a lot scarier.

	The scariest part about Sylia is the mystery.  You're not allowed to know
what she's thinking because two things: a.) You probably wouldn't
understand it and b.) You'd probably go insane afterwards.

	'Lest you be Priss I guess...


Adam Christopher Leigh
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