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From: Warr <warr@gci.net>
To: <guilty@furinkan.net>
Cc: <ffml@fanfic.com>
Sent: Friday, October 13, 2000 7:12 PM
Subject: [FFML] Re: [C&C][Lemon]Ranma's Apartment: 3 - Guises
Hello again,
"Where are Saotome-san and Tendou-san?" Belldandy
asked. "One should properly greet one's hosts."
If Ranma ever finds out that Belldandy is a Goddess, you
think he might want to have a few words about how his life
has turned out?
Why? He might occasionally complain or blame other people for events,
but he doesn't believe in fate.
He would have some questions about Jusenkyo, but even with the evidence
that gods exist, he wouln't believe that they can determine how his life
turns out
<snip>
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU..." she
screamed, over and over again as she struck.
I think the words will hurt more than the kicks.
Of course, this is Ryouga we're talking about.
Ryouga blanched and turned green at Akane's
imprecations. He stood, only to be angrily slapped. He watched
for a second as Akane turned away for him and ran into Ranma's
waiting embrace. Burying her face in his chest, she began to
wail like a lost soul.
having trouble with your ls? ;> implecations
"Hey's it's okay," Ranma accepted. "Things just got
out of hand. Just don't do it again. I get rained on often
enough without the gods personally interfering," he joked.
Any chance you can turn off the curse?
Well, you could probably explain it as Ranma learning the concept of
restraint during his time in the appartment.
<snip>
Author's Notes - 10-12-2000
The single largest complaint I've received about this story,
*any* of the 'Apartment' stories for that matter is that fact
that Urd spikes Ranma and Akane's drinks. I've had numerous
requests to change it, but I'm not going to.
Well the idea of Urd achieving her desired results on the first try does
go against her established character. Still if an infinate number of
monkies type random keys on infinate typewrighters, one of them will wind up
writing the script for Hamlet.
I'm just wondering why Ranma didn't ask to be cured. If Skuld
could turn it on and off, why can't she just leave it off?
Very good question.
Enjoyed the story, wondering where in the building the party
was if not their room. Karaoke was mispelled and I don't think
I pointed out every instance. Um. Good job overall, looking
forward to the new chapter. : )
Warr
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My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner
from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for
buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named
Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would
drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the
question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being
lazy - the sort of general malaise that only the genius
possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical:
summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make
meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap
bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
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