Ookla The Mok wrote:
On Friday, March 8, 2002, at 05:01 PM, Brian Randall wrote:
Knowing that their military strength was not the greatest, the
family survived by wits, cunning, and strategic non-involvement.
Ah ha. So they are related to the Swiss.
Hey, the way they pull all those techniques out at the drop of a
hat, they just might be. But somehow, I don't see Heidi 1/2 as being
nearly as enthralling....
Pippi Longstocking 1/2 could work very well...wait, that's Swedish.
Actually, Ranma falling into Spring of Drowned Swedish Strongest Girl in
the World would be very fun to see.
Hmm....
"Welcome, Monsieur Customer, to la valley of Solothorn."
Ranma eyed the guide dubiously. "Um, right," he said quietly.
"Something is wrong?" the guide asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Your accent is funny," Ranma grumped. "Sorry."
"Non, non, is required by le Cursed Spring Guide Union," the guide
explained. "Now, you see here le springs of Solothorn--"
"Cursed?" Ranma asked, alarmed.
"Bah, it's nothing," Genma retorted. "Come on, boy, onto the
training ground, unless you're a coward!"
"You're on, old man!" Ranma countered, forgetting the guide.
The man waved urgently, adjusting his beret as he tried to get their
attention, "Oi! Oi! That's dangerous you--" he cut off abruptly,
realizing that his warnings would do no good.
"Well," he said philosophically, "they'll see for themselves soon
enough."
Indeed, into the pools, numerous spruce poles had been sunk,
allowing the combatants to perch atop them as they dueled. As the young
boy and his father were doing even then, actually.
Both fought well, trading blows and maintaining their balance, but
the guide knew their grip would fail eventually. It was merely a
question of who's slipped first.
The boy launched a kick into his father's stomach, causing the man
to rebound, landing on a pole clumsily, arms windmilling around
frantically as he tried to regain his balance. "Oh, no, Monsieur
Customer," the guide began, drawing closer to the edge of the springs,
"you fall into le spring of drowned--"
*THUD*
"Ouch," the guide said sympathetically, offering a hand to the dazed
man. "This is le spring of drowned black bear."
"Cursed, you say?" the heavyset man said dizzily.
"How lucky it was frozen, non?"
"Lucky," the man agreed, still off balance.
Nah, just doesn't work, you know?
Well, I put Eversor Issu Deus and Honor of the House to popular
vote. EID won, so I chose to write this one since I like it more
anyway. :)
Not much point in writing something you don't want to.
Kinda thought the same. ;)
Peter