And getting on to the next piece as a way of avoiding writing:
O_o
A girl of about fifteen to sixteen years of age was in the
middle of pondering over a great philosophical question,
Should I grow up and treat men as a fellow human beings, or should I just
treat them as the stupid, hormone-driven, insensative garbage they all are?
Yes, she'd just replayed the part about the poor boy from
the poor family, then large chunks of concrete had started falling
down. Then, the shaking floor knocked her down, and she saw a broken
metal girder fall down edgefirst toward her, there was some sort of
big green flash, she blacked out, and awoke face-up, half-buried in
a grey dust. She slowly stood up and brushed the dust off.
Death: FRIGHTFULLY SORRY ABOUT THAT. HAVEN'T GOTTEN AROUND TO DUSTING IN A
WHILE.
"I have no idea," Michiru said, smoothing back her shoulder-
length aquamarine hair, "but try to remember, unless you wish to
have your face rearranged again, Tachiwakimakehaki, I prefer to
be called 'Michelle.'"
Evil.
was a guitarist on the company band, and the manager of the branch
office. He was really annoying, and really annoying people got to
call her 'Michelle.'
Heh. Cute.
However, she had no idea why she was quibbling over names
while other matters seemed to be of more pressing importance. For
example, where was her violin? There didn't appear to be any
trace of it. She loved that violin. It was a Stradivarius, very
rare, and an heirloom. Replacing it would not be an easy task.
As she got up, she stumbled and fell over a briefcase of Stradivarious' that
just happened to be lying next to her.They had a 'For Sale: 10 yen' sign
next to them.
Michiru's attention was drawn to the fact that most people
most of the people
"Meat?" thought the teenager aloud. "That's odd. Why would
there be huge steaks scattered all around?"
///
Something BIG must have blown to weaken the barrier this much.
*The device couldn't have done this by itself.
Probably need a closing '*'
The girl sat down on a nearby rock and think
thought
\\\
There's something odd about this boulder, thought Michiru.
She stood and examined it. Upon close inspection, the black
object had small yet detailed gold engravings on it.
Ah, just like the rocks I keep digging up in my backyard. Perfectly normal
rock, then
She knows something. She must not be allowed to destroy it.
*Can't let her get away.
Her soul's mine.
*Not if I get to it first.
Still think you need closing '*'
*TH-THUMP!* Their feet made a heavy sound as they took a
single, rapid step forward, allowing Michiru to get a good look
at them.
Six feet, six inches tall.
Blood-red fur and skin.
Shadowy, chitinous armor, covering neck to ankles.
Four arms.
Six fingers on each hand with six-inch claws.
Big, sharp, six-inch fangs.
Upwardly curved six-inch horns.
Metal-shod hoofed feet.
Enough muscles to make Arnold Schwartzeneger faint.
Lawyers. Kill them before they mulitply.
They were identical; completely indistinguishable one from
the other,
indistinguishable from one another.
except for the white plastic picture/barcode IDs clipped
to the collars of their armor.
Heh. Nice to see they've adjusted with the times.
Judging by the tags, they were named Bob and Rick.
They snarled and leered at her, licking their lips.
Each wanted the dress she was in. They thought they would look good in it.
*Bzzzr!* A blue, trident-like symbol burned on the young
woman's forehead. Her screams stopped and she started recalling
things. She began to remember a long-gone life entirely different
from this one.
She had been a swordsman called Kenshen Himura. She was good at killing
people and going 'oro' a lot.
Images flooded Michiru's mind, about a Silver Millennium,
Oh. From farther back then. You know, we never do get to see that brief
period of about forty years when she had been reincarnated as a tentacle
demon. Don't know why. It was where she developed her current taste for
women, after all.
about
planetary Kingdoms, and about a group of female soldiers called to
protect their worlds, their people, and above all to protect the
Queen and the Moon Kingdom.
And then the magic mushrooms she had before the concert wore off and she
remembered it had all been a fantasy and she had really been a dirt farmer
in her previous life.
"Hah!" Sailor Neptune rolled away into a kneeling position.
Just the way Haruka likes her. :)
She raised her hands above her head, gathering together a large
blue sphere of watery energy, which flowed like great midair streams
into her grasp. "Deeeeep," she began, and thrust her hands in front,
firing the ringed ball toward her foes. "Submuurge!"
Do you want two 'u's in that?
*Whoosh!* 'Tim powered-up and sped off.
"I can see my house from heeeeeeere!"
Heh
---
Breakfast was nice, thought Luna to herself. The steaks were
of a very high quality, and quite tasty, too.
They weren't bad. She would have prefered fish heads. She had always
preferred fish heads, even when she had been a human in the Silver
Millinium. A bit or irony, that, in light of her current form.
She didn't know what
they were from, and it didn't really matter, she supposed. After
she was filled, she walked around a little more and went to Serena's
house. The girl had already left for school, so she decided to spend
some time on other things. She squeezed into Arby's under-house
sanctuary and went through his personal effects.
"Hmm... a mushroom, another mushroom, a half-finished henshin
stick, a Kenshin comic book,
Michiru would be having flashbacks right about now.
some little bits of string, a few
bacteria samples... Eew, a dead swallow."
Arby: Tis nae mah fault. Ah always did swallow. Never spit. T'wernt proper
manners any other way.
She dug down deeper.
"Fifteen, sixteen, no, twenty Elvis Presley eight-tracks, a
framed picture of a clown mushroom, wait--a 'Hello Kitty' dartboard?
With Zulu spears stuck in it? Arby, I had no idea..."
Better than the bullet holes I have in mine, I suppose.
Luna searched through the mess even further.
"A burnt-out lightbulb collection, and other assorted odds
and ends. Golf balls, hockey-pucks, a book 'How to Crochet: The
Difficult Way.' What--a badger skeleton? A jackelope?! Then maybe
he _wasn't_ joking that time..
Heh
Now for the nitty-gritty stuff.
"A five-inch stack of very long cards, several stacks of half-
finished personal memoirs, all written in reverse-alphabetical
order... Plans to take over the universe?! Ugh. These all look like
they might actually work."
Which is why he abandoned them, no doubt. Too easy.
Finishing that, the mooncat thought it appropriate to have a
short funeral service for her dearly departed companion, but she
didn't feel like a funeral. What she felt like doing was inviting
all her friends out to a fancy restaurant and having a big, fat
party.
Which is called a 'wake.' Which is a form of funeral service.
"Yes, Ryo-Ohki, I was getting to that," Luna continued. She
cleared her throat. "Ahem, many of us have gone into battle and
fought bitterly for ones we care about, but whom of us can truly say
we did as much as our dear departed friend Arby did last night?"
Everyone looked at each other, then back at Luna. Ryo-Ohki
raised a paw.
"Except you."
Heh. Cute.
"Oh come on, Mister Wharf," a balding man replied in a French
accent, not seeming to take the complaint seriously, "we only need
three thousand yen more and we can buy the transspacial unit to
activate the warp core to trigger the tetryon particle emissions to
stop the Borg invasion and restore the timeline to its proper course!"
Horrible thing is, somewhere out there was a Star Trek script that probably
had that. :P
Pikachu hopped behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of the
hardest stuff there, then popped the cork and chugged the whole
thing in just a few seconds.
"Piii-kaaah!" Pikachu giggled, little 'X's forming over his
eyes,
Somehow, I can see that.
Nice work. Seemed a bit breifer than the others, but that could be just me.
D.B. Sommer
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