Brendan wrote:

        Greetings, I haven't posted this little crossover in a while.
Anyways I've made some changes, continued on a bit from where I ended
before, and also split it into chapters.  As always C&C is appreciated.

Ranma Saotome: Master of the Mystic Arts
By Brendan O'Donnell
Chapter 1

        Ranma sat in a bar in Shanghai looking at the Panda across the

"panda"

table from her guzzling down a bottle of Chinese whiskey.  Glancing
down at her own breasts she shuddered.  She wanted to grab the bottle
away from her father and drink until she forgot about them, until she
could look in the mirror and not see the girl looking back.  She looked
at her father.  The panda was now dancing unstably while all the
customers clapped their hands.  *Then again maybe not.*

Comma after "again"

        Someone near her said something in Japanese.  Ranma focused her
attention to listen.  It had been a while since she had heard Japanese
from anyone besides her father and the guide who left several days
earlier.
        "I'm telling you my arm was completely wrecked by the accident,
but then the Ancient One just waved his hand, said something I couldn't
make out and..." the Japanese sailor raised his hand to show the
Chinese sailor siting opposite from him.
        Nodding his head the Chinese sailor replied, "Hmm, is like old
stories.  Ancient One much wisdom much power.  Can cure any wound,
remove any curse."
        *Remove any curse?*  Ranma thought to herself.  A few weeks ago
she would have dismissed any such rumors, but after Jusenkyo... she
stood, and walked to the table.  "Pardon me for eavesdropping but I

Oi.  Aren't those manners a little too good for Ranma?

haven't heard Japanese for a long time.  Could you tell me a little
more about this Ancient One?"

        Ranma stepped down the hallway with one of her father's arms
pulled across her shoulders trying to help the panda beside her walk.
It would have been helping if Genma hadn't been unconscious.  Just
three weeks in the mountains had almost been too much for them.  *Three
weeks.*  Of course part of the difficulty stemmed from Shampoo's attack
just as they were leaving which ruined half their supplies.  No tents,
no gas for that stove Genma had somehow acquired, and not nearly enough
food.  Her father had been half-dead with exhaustion and hunger when
Ranma spotted the temple through the rising snowstorm.  It had taken
what seemed like hours to make their way to the doors.  The doors that
had opened with a touch, leading into this straight corridor down which
she was dragging her father.
        It was a large room with a domed ceiling that extended high
above.  The door she had entered was one  of almost a dozen leading
into the room.
        On a platform in a large throne who's shape suggested a

"whose", and you might want to try for a clearer description.

hemisphere sat a very old looking man.  He was wearing lama like robes

"lama-like"

over his almost skeletal frame, and gazing at Ranma and his father with
eyes that seemed to see into their souls.
         "Greetings traveler, You are welcome in this place."
        Ranma took a deep breath and walked forward to the platform.
"Are you the Ancient One?"
        "You seek the Ancient One?  Seek no more for you stand before
him."  Ranma stepped to the foot of the platform.  "Speak.  Tell me of
the Jusenkyo that brings you to this place."
        Ranma blinked and looked up at the Ancient One.  "You know
about that?  Can you cure me?"
        The Ancient One looked to another entrance and called, "Food
and hot water for our guests!"  He looked at Ranma.  "You will be more
comfortable in your original form, correct?"
        "Yeah."  Ranma looked down a moment and took a deep breath then
exhaled slowly.  "Look, Pop and I have been traveling for weeks looking
for you because we heard you could cure curses.  Can you get rid of
this one for us?"  The Ancient One simply looked at him a moment, then
smiled as a small man in  orange robes walked up behind Ranma and
poured a little hot water on her head from a kettle he held.  Turning
away from the now male Ranma the servant walked to the panda.

"now-male"

        "You and your father must be tired from your journey.  I shall
have my acolytes prepare a room for you."  He looked past Ranma to the
figure who had just restored the panda's humanity.  Turning to look at
the Ancient One the orange clad figure bowed and walked out of the
room.
        Ranma looked at the Ancient One a moment, then stepped up the
platform and grabbed the Ancient One screaming, "WE JUST CLIMBED A
MOUNTAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF A BLIZZARD, SO CAN YOU CURE US OR NOT!"
        His eyes narrowing, the Ancient One stated, "Insolence."  He
raised his arm.  Suddenly Ranma found himself pulled away from the
Ancient One.  Pulled into the air by an unseen force.  The Ancient One
stood his arm loosely pointing in Ranma's direction.  "None may lay
hands upon the Ancient One."  He dropped his arm, and Ranma fell to the
ground, collapsing to his hands and knees from shock and exhaustion.
        The Ancient One looked at Ranma, past him to his father, then
shouted, "SHAN!"
        "Master."  A voice responded from a door to the side of the
chamber.  Ranma looked toward the voice as he pulled himself to his
feet.  The dark haired man was bowing his head toward the Ancient One,
obscuring his face from Ranma.  Then he raised his head.  Shan was a
few years older than Ranma, with short-cropped hair and a face that
mostly conveyed a sense of stillness.  However as he raised his head
his eyes locked with Ranma's for a moment.  Ranma forced himself to
keep looking despite the overpowering sense of malice and hate he could
feel in the young man's eyes.  Then Shan was looking past him to the
Ancient One.
        "Please show our guests to their quarters for the night."
        "Of course master."  Shan turned to look at the two travelers.

Comma after "course"

 With a slight smirk, he walked over to Genma.  Reaching out his hand
he made a grasping motion, and Genma floated a few feet off the floor.
 Glancing at Ranma he commented "This way," as he left the room through
a large hall to the side.

        Ranma sat looking out the window of the room he and his father
had been given at the snow filled pass.  *According to Shan the Ancient
One said it'll be almost a week before it'll be safe for us to leave.*
 The memory of the trip to the temple through the raging storm brought
on an instinctive shiver.  *At least dad's ok,*  Ranma thought looking
over at his father who was lying on the sleeping pallet he had been
given, snoring loudly.  *Not that that's such a great thing.*  Ranma
scowled and looked back out the window.
        A minute later Ranma stood and left the room.

        Ranma stood at the doorway into the Ancient One's chamber.
*Magic.  I'm half girl now thanks to magic, and here I am hoping some
old guy has magic to change that.  Well as soon as that's taken care of
pop and I will be on our way and that's the last we'll have to deal
with magic.*  He stepped into the room, then paused glancing beside the
Ancient One's throne, where a strange orange mist was bubbling up from
nowhere.  Moving with a very un-mistlike cohesion, it reared up like a
serpent.  "Look out!"
        The Ancient One glanced at Ranma then pivoted to the mist.  He
raised his hands, speaking quietly and as the mist shape struck a glow
surrounded him.  "The Vapors of Valtor cannot pierce the Shining Shield
of the Seraphim," The Ancient One stated.
        Ranma stepped into the room pausing as he watched the growing
cloud.  *There has to be something I can do, but that has to be magic,
How am I supposed to fight mist?*
        "Come no closer!" the Ancient One called at Ranma.
        The Ancient One rose to his feet.  The mists boiled around him
like an amoebae trying to engulf its prey.
        "In the name of the Vishtanti, begone!"  The Ancient One

"Vishanti"

proclaimed, punctuating his declaration with a gesture toward the
cloud, which burst away from him.  The vapor fragments hung pulsing in
the air for moments, extended as though to reform around the Ancient
One again, then dissipated into nothingness.
        The Ancient One lowered himself into his throne, then with
unsteadily raised his hand to catch support his head.
        "What was that?"  Ranma said as he walked up to the throne.
        "I have worked to prevent this world from falling to those from
beyond for many centuries.  In that time I have made a few enemies.
One of them tried to catch me by surprise today."
        Ranma looked at the Ancient One, the deep wrinkles lining his
face, the frail barely more than skeletal arms, the drops of sweat on

"the frail, barely-more-than-skeletal arms"

his forehead.  "You shouldn't be having to do this."
        "I must, my successor is not yet ready."  The Ancient One
looked into Ranma's eyes.  "Ranma, you came to me seeking a cure for
your curse.  I can end your transformations, but the change itself is
merely an aspect of what became part of you at Jusenkyo.  The essence
of that spring has interwoven itself with your karma, and if I prevent
the structured manifestation of the change, it will manifest
chaotically, almost certainly becoming a great personal calamity to
you."  He shook his head.  "No potential cure will be effective or safe
until you use the curse to reshape fate."
        "So you can't help us.  Thank you for saying so."  Ranma bowed
to the Ancient One and turned to leave the room.

        "Shan is the agent of Baron Mordo, an earlier student of mine
who also fell to the dark path.  I knew the truth of Shan's allegiance
from the moment he offered himself as my student.  I am not beyond
hoping that I might someday redeem him as I failed to redeem Mordo.
What's more, here he is where I can watch him and keep his from harming
the rest of the world.  But now you are free from Shan's magic.  Do you
still wish to learn sorcery?"

It would have been interesting if it was possible to redeem Shan.
But I suppose that would only have happened if Shan was a girl, or
fell in love with one of the girls.

        Ranma thought a moment.  Then he smiled and nodded.  "Yes, I
want to study sorcery under you."

        Shampoo stood just outside Joketsuzoku village, looking south
at the distant outlines of the mountains where her quarry had vanished
just over a month earlier.  She scowled thinking of her failure to kill
her quarry before she and her panda could escape to the mountains.
Thinking of the mountains caused her scowl to once again fade to
puzzlement as it had so often from the moment her great grandmother had
come to stop her pursuit.
*Flashback*
        ">You cannot pursue them into those mountains, Shampoo.<"
        ">Why not Great Grandmother?<"
        ">Because of honor.  The people you spoke to said that the girl
with the pigtail is seeking the Ancient One.  I have not told you of
this yet, but our family owes a great debt to the Ancient One, and any
request he makes we must honor whatever the cost.  If he had asked you
to cease your pursuit of Ranma, honor would demand that you break
tribal law and accept the consequences.<"
        "Ayah!  >What did the Ancient One do that could en-debt us to

"indebt"

him so completely?<"
        Cologne frowned and looked at her.  ">For you it is sufficient
to know that the debt exists, and to honor it.<"  Smiling she added,
">Don't worry Shampoo, there is a villager who owes us a great debt and
when Ranma returns from the mountains we will hear.  And however the
Ancient One might feel about her death, if he doesn't tell you not to
it's not your fault for acting in ignorance.<"
*End Flashback*
        ">What kind of debt does our family owe?<"

        In a courtyard of the Ancient One's temple, Genma jumped at his
son lashing out with a spinning kick that flowed into a rapid barrage
of three punches.  Ranma avoided the first attack,  then blocked the
handstrikes, backing away the whole time.  As Genma stepped forward to
press Ranma's retreat, Ranma tripped, falling backward.  Genma picked
up his attack, and walked right into a fast kick his son threw from the
ground.  As Genma staggered back, Ranma spun on the ground, sweeping
his father's legs out from under him.  Reversing the leg's path, he
kicked it down, halting a centimeter from Genma's face. "I win," Ranma
stated.
        "Not bad Ranma, you've definite improved enough to justify
calling this training trip complete."  Genma commented as he pulled
himself off the floor.
        "We're staying, Pops."  Ranma responded as he raised his legs.
 A downward kick combined with arching his back threw him back into a
standing position.
        Genma looked at his son, then scowled.  "Ranma, you are a
martial artist!  All this..."  He trailed off gesturing about him, "We
have been here over ten months!  You belong in Japan, not siting on a

"sitting"

mountain chanting mantras all day!"

As for Chapter Two, it isn't line-wrapped.