Subject: [FFML] Re: [Ranma][fanfic][draft]An Awakening of Demons Chapter 11
From: "D.F. Roeder" <dfroeder@flash.net>
Date: 6/14/2000, 7:35 PM
To: "FFML" <ffml@fanfic.com>, "Phil" <kagami@jeack.com.au>


  Draft version.

  C&C is most welcome.

Ask and ye shall receive...


  Near a small island in the northern Pacific, two ancient
  beings clashed in titanic battle. The sea roiled with a
  raging turbulence spawned by the primal fury between
  Umibouzu and the Ayakashi. A small local seeming twisted
  the air and ocean about their sinuous, warring lengths,
  cloaking their presence from mortal sight. It was the only
  magic used in the bitter and brutal conflict.

  The Devourer of Ships knew his opponent to be a creature
  of elemental savagery. The Ayakashi was a mindless force,
  existing only to slay and engender chaos upon the commands
  of the Demon Lord of the South. Umibouzu had learned far
  better over the long span of time since their mutual
  creation, glimpsing even the ultimate purpose of the
  Cardinal Servants, while the Ayakashi clearly had not.

This bit about Umibouzo is interesting. It further identifies him as being at
least in the gray, as far as the demon warring goes. And if he likes Ranma,
which I think he does, all the better.



  Yet the battle raised the delight for destruction that
  remained at the core of his being and also something
  greater, besides. Never in his five thousand years of
  existence had Umibouzu felt the savage exhilaration that
  pulsed through his massive body this very day.

Welcome to the Ranmaverse. :P


  Not since
  Amaterasu Omikami,

Oumikami or Ohmikami (I'm *fairly* certain of this - had to research it for
AG)



  Goddess of the Sun,

Ah. You learned lessons taught to me recently. :)


  bade the ancient
  land of Nippon to arise from the firmament, and so created
  the first creatures of Yamato, had he felt so alive, so
  vital.

  In one sense, the contest between himself and the
  monstrous Ayakashi was meaningless, important only in the
  ephemeral

The nuance of 'ephemeral' feels off here. Maybe:  ...important only in a
distant sense of deciding a victor...


  sense of deciding a victor between claimants to
  the Eastern Throne. It mattered not in the end who became
  Demon Lord, only that someone did.

Suggest:  ...Demon Lord; only that someone did.


  Why, then, did this
  battle with the Cardinal Servant of the South embody so
  much

Suggest: many


  of his hopes and fears?

  Even as he wrenched his head and jaws around to gain
  access to the Ayakashi's vulnerable underside and flung
  coil after coil of his serpentine length in a savage bout
  of oceanic dominance, some small part of Umibouzu focused
  on the two other clashes of power reverberating across his
  senses. One was centered on the nearby island, and the
  other, much farther away, in the frozen peaks of central
  Japan.

  Umibouzu touched the closer source and admired the
  strength and clarity of purpose he found within the mind of
  Ranma Saotome. There, faced with a powerful challenger in
  the form of Moeru, the half-demon scion

What Vince said. ^_^



  of Yami-no-Tsume
  knew no fear, only a deep concern for his friends and
  mother, fueling an ironclad determination to win... and
  something far darker, joyous, hidden but exultant.

[...]

  He only had time to pulse a brief message of warning
  before sinking into the furious darkness of the depths.
  <Ranma Saotome, be wary!> Then he was gone.

  Behind them, the ocean surface bubbled and seethed, then
  slowly calmed, until no trace of their passing remained.

Hmmm. One wonders what this mirrors for Ranma...



  ---

  An Awakening of Demons
  A Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
  By Kagami

  Chapter 11: Tenacity

  ---

  In the bowels of the earth beneath the island of Seiryu,
  Ranma Saotome heard the voice of Umibouzu echo in his mind
  and fade. <Umibouzu?> There was no answer. He threw aside
  his concern; the battle with Moeru would require all his
  concentration. Carefully he refrained

Feels awkward. Suggest:  He carefully refrained


  from thinking of the
  four girls standing behind him. It wasn't easy.

  "Ranma-sama, defeat this unworthy challenge

challenger (?)


  for your
  beloved Kodachi!"

  "Ranma, you win for Shampoo, okay?"

  "Ranchan, I'm counting on you."

  "Ranma, don't you dare lose!"

  "Hey," he snapped, turning around to face them, "do you
  guys mind? I'm trying to concentrate here." The cheering
  squad was great for his ego, but there was a time and a
  place for it. And this wasn't it. Moeru, he noticed out of
  the corner of his eye, looked somewhat nonplused

nonplussed (?)


  at the
  exchange. The girls, on the other hand, were barely
  deterred by his objection.

[...]

  The tableau was indeed striking: the blue kimono-clad,
  tall woman

Suggest:  the tall, blue kimono-clad woman...


  stood before the vast and inert form of the
  spirit dragon, her fiery eyes and crimson hair stark
  against the shadows. Behind her, Seiryu's great golden eyes
  burned like vast lanterns in the dark. Smoke jetted forth
  from nostrils on her draconian snout, swirling just above
  ground and covering the barren stone in white mist.

[...]

  Deep in the mountains above Nagano, Shukumaru had an
  entirely different view of her supposedly problem-free
  situation.

  She hurled herself to one side as the icy blast impacted
  on the spot she had been standing.

Awkward. Suggest: ...icy blast impacted the spot where she had been standing.



  Cat-quick reflexes had
  saved her from the first attacks of the Ice Maiden,
  Shimoyake. The problem was her inability to close and
  utilize her own technique. Her Dokkasou required physically
  touching her opponent, and while Kori Otome held her off
  with blizzards of razor-sharp ice shards and pale cones of
  pure frost, it was totally negated.

[...]

  "Then we must cheer her up, Hime," Hiko replied, nodding
  his head. They linked fingers and raised their other hands
  to point directly at her. A hail of icy shards sprang forth
  from Hiko's raised palm, while Hime released a geyser of
  steaming water.

  "How is this supposed to cheer me up?" Shukumaru snarled
  as she dodged the projected hail storm.

Hehehe. I like that. It humanizes her just a bit. :)


  The scalding blast
  of water jetted past as well, a clear miss. The twins
  directed their power at her again, parallel clouds of
  blistering steam and pointed icicles. Leaping left or right
  would still put her within range of the two attacks, so she
  leapt back hastily, and promptly sank chest-deep into
  melted snow, entrapping her arms.

[...]

  "Simple, Ryoga-sama," Kodachi murmured, "pull the cord,
  like so, and aim in the direction of your choice, and
  voila!" The clubhead disintegrated with a loud bang and
  shot bright sparks and dazzling colours into the air, much
  like an oversized party cracker.

  "'Win for the sake of our love, Ranma-sama!'?" Akane
  tersely quoted as the light show resolved itself into a
  distinct selection of brazen words. "That's your idea of
  encouragement?"

LOL! A bit over the top, but so is Kodachi... and Takahashi, for that matter.
^_^

[...]


  Mizuhiko and Oyuhime! Shukumaru blinked as she suddenly
  recalled the names of the two cherubic servants of Kori
  Otome. The Cold Water Prince and the Hot Water Princess.

Ya know? That just reverberates, given the series you're writing in. ^_^

[...]

  Mizuhiko peered around the Ice Maiden's legs and stuck out
  his tongue. Shimoyake swatted him on the head, and he
  winced and clutched the spot. "What was that for?" he
  complained.

  "Hiko, Hime, wait me below.

wait for me below.
 --or--
await me below.

[...]


  "What wrong with demon-slaying weapon? Why no kill demon?"
  Shampoo asked in surprise, twin bonbori loosely clasped in
  her hands, spherical heads pointed towards the ground. "Is
  past used-by date?"

:j

[...]

  At his nod, she continued, "Okay, you shoot a pillar of
  heavy chi up into the air, and it comes crashing down
  again, hitting you and everyone around you. But it won't
  work for two reasons: those things" - she pointed to the
  Saikin slowly trundling towards them - "are completely
  soulless, if what Kodachi said is correct. You're in a
  similar state after firing off a Shishi Hokodan blast, and
  it doesn't hurt you, so I don't think it'll affect them
  either."

Akane, the tactical genius, huh? Is this a side effect of whatever Ranma did
to her, or did I forget something in the interim?

[...]

  The new shield was barely forming as his ki blast smashed
  through the shimmering flames, followed by his body. Ranma
  cocked his right arm as he fell straight towards Moeru.
  This time the deep pools of her red eyes failed to make him
  hesitate, and he held nothing back from his final strike.

  "Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken!"

I leave all the talk of attacks to those who know it better... :)



  His fist and body slammed her into the ground with the
  force of a thunderbolt from heaven, flinging up a cloud of
  pulverised stone dust.

  Akane felt her eyes mist as the dust hid the two figures
  from sight. Fear and hope touched her, but the singing
  surge in her blood promised victory and triumph. The cloud
  cleared to reveal Ranma standing over his fallen opponent,
  yellow eyes locked steadily onto her own.

  ---

  Shukumaru dreamed.

  She stood on a frozen plain before a temple of black ice.
  Large blacks

blocks. (Careful, there. ^_-)


  of the dark, translucent material formed the
  walls of the shrine. Near her was a gate of ebon, tightly
  closed. Shukumaru felt warm, almost protected, but a cold
  wind gusted from the plain, bringing a stench of death.

  Hesitantly

Hesitantly,


  Shukumaru touched a block and a voice echoed
  within her mind. <I want a son.> She jerked her hand away
  as though the icy surface was red-hot. The feeling of
  safety and protection faded and vanished like it had never
  been.

  For a moment, she stood still, unwilling to proceed, but
  the wind continued to grow and bluster, turning into a
  storm of epic proportions. Shukumaru stumbled towards the
  gate, striving to avoid touching any of the other blocks.
  However, a heavy gust flung her against the wall, and she
  reached out to support herself.

  <Remember who you are!>

  She gasped, staggering, pain flaring in her heart. The
  words held virulent venom within their innocence. Her hand
  fell on the next block in turn. <How dare one of your
  blood....> Shukumaru snatched her hand away, and the voice
  cut off in mid-sentence.

  The gate finally loomed before her. By now

By now,


  the storm
  lashed across the plain in full fury, turning the sky black
  with dark clouds. Shukumaru raised a trembling hand to the
  ebon gate and touched it.

Well, I got a little lost in the story after this point, but I don't recall
seeing anything.

Another great installment. Events move apace. Nice going with the dual
victories of Ranma and Shukumaru. Further, the contrast between the battles of
heat and cold and the problems that go with each was excellent. Even more was
that each pulled the opposite condition to save themselves. Very good
layering. Applause.

Look forward to the next. Hope this helps.

Ja!
Dave

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