Subject: [FFML] [Spamfic] [Hacksign] [Ranma] Only A Moment
From: "Tabyk" <tabyk@attbi.com>
Date: 8/5/2002, 2:54 PM
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                        Only A Moment


     All characters and environmental references mentioned are 
owned by Project Hack and Rumiko Takahashi respectively.  Thanks 
to Nuriko and Skuld, who helped clean it up.

     P.S.:  I know I shouldn't have done it... but I couldn't resist!!!

     Tabyk     (tabyk@yahoo.com)     (www.tabyk.net)

     * * * * * * * * * *               * * * * * * * * * *
 
     Shutting the door behind her she took a deep breath, and 
then crossed the room, taking a moment to hit the power button on 
the customized computer system.  Smiling as she sat down she was 
greeted with the following:

                           ALTIMIT
                       Operating System

     A moment later she was donning her virtual reality headset 
while also fitting the gloves that she had special ordered onto 
her hands.  Hitting a key she transferred the keyboard controls 
to the gloves, and with a flick of her wrist she logged into the 
system.

     She only had a short time...

     * * * * * * * * * *

     Phasing in next to a gate within her favorite server, she 
took a moment to take in her appearance.

     Her profile depicted a slender six-foot human woman, ivory 
skin in stark contrast with the ankle length black hair that was 
pulled together into an elaborate braid.  She was wrapped in a 
traditional kimono and obi, white with cherry blossoms, and in 
her right hand she held a naginata, two and a half feet of curved 
blade joined to a near five-foot black pole.

     Perfect.

     She had spent a lot of time getting her profile image just 
the way she wanted it.  Months of game play, quests, and favors 
exchanged with certain staff members, all done in the tiny bites 
of time that she had.  Eventually, she had gotten it all.

     Now, off to see Granger...

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     "Okay, four suits of leather armor, six long swords, three 
glow cubes, two buckler shields, and five backpacks.  In trade 
I'll take three purple eggs and the rainbow wand."

     "What?  I don't think so.  How about three purple eggs OR 
the rainbow wand... I went through a lot of trouble to get that 
thing."

     "Hey now!  These might be basic items, but there is a lot of 
stuff here, and I spent the time to make it myself instead of 
just buying it from a merchant.  They'll last longer because of 
it, especially the glow cubes!"

     She almost laughed.  Granger was a good person to do 
business with, and the dwarf made some of the best in basic 
adventuring supplies within The World.  Watching his show of 
grumbling was just an added bonus of the experience.

     "Okay, how about ONE purple egg and the rainbow wand?"

     He crossed his arms and muttered, "Remind me again WHY I do 
business with you?"

     "Because everyone has dirty laundry."  Then with a grin she 
added, "Oh, and I think you called me 'cute' once too."

     Throwing his hands into the he cried out, "WHY ME?!?"

     The exchange done, she reached for a scroll...

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     The teleport dropped her exactly where she wanted to be, 
near The Pit, but not actually in it.

     Glancing around she took in the various new players that 
inevitably ended up hanging out here.  It was a popular spot, 
neutral, that was well known for trading and finding possible 
party members to go exploring with.  Of course, other more 
experienced players, like her self, sometimes used that to their 
advantage.

     Spotting a group of four individuals that were conferring 
away from the others, she smiled.  Taking sure strides she 
approached while asking, "Hello.  You look a little lost, do you 
need some help?"

     She watched as they turned towards her, pulling back as if 
to defend themselves, and she approved.  Player killers, those 
who preyed on other players instead of the creatures provided 
within The World, were common here.

     "I think we'll be okay," the female elf said.  The others 
all nodded in agreement.

     Smiling she said, "Of course.  Sorry to intrude."  She 
turned, took three steps, and then turned back once again.

     "Oh, I was wondering, I have some extra gear that I don't 
need anymore.  Would any of you have a use for it?"

     You never know when you might need a friend...

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     She sensed, more then heard, the movement to her left as she 
hurried along to her next meeting.

     By throwing herself sideways the large two-handed sword 
missed her, though it also opened her up for a follow-up attack, 
which her opponent took full advantage of.  The winding three cut 
combo both disarmed her, and also cut off her best possible route 
of retreat.

     With a laugh the large ogre leveled his sword at her while 
saying, "Ha! I don't know what Quinta was bitching about, but you 
are going to be an easy takedown."

     Her reply, however, was just simply a snort.  Did this fool 
think he could take her down?  No.  Dozens of hours of 
painstaking training, coupled with the generations of warriors' 
blood within her, would not stand for it.

     With a practiced snap of her wrists she equipped the 
fourteen-inch wrist blades that she had stashed in her kimono 
sleeves, one of the many special feature of the clothing that she 
had so laboriously cultivated.  The look of momentary surprise on 
her opponents face was gratifying...

     ...as was stepping over his prone body ten seconds later.  
Crouching down she drove the lethal weapons into his body once 
more, leaving them there until she finally saw the color begin to 
bleed off of his corpse, it's eventual lapses into grayscale a 
well known sign of player death.  He would have to wait now until 
someone resurrected him, and then begin the long journey back to 
gather his belongings.

     She hoped he found it educational.

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     It was a peaceful spot, quiet and unobtrusive, while also 
offering a spectacular view of the countryside below.  The view, 
however, was not why she had come here.

     "Still beautiful, and lethal, as ever my lady?"

     Turning she watched as the diminutive form of a halfling 
exited a concealing bush nearby, his slender form a mass of 
leather and buckles with various knives and hand axes hanging off 
of it.  Smiling she said, "It is good to see you too, Motter."

     With a sigh the small man sat down on the grass and asked, 
"And how long will you stay this time?"

     A wistful look on her face she murmured, "Only a moment, 
Motter.  Just like any other time, only a moment."

     He nodded, spending a moment to gaze across the landscape, 
before saying, "I miss our time together, when you were new, 
still learning the game.  I... I've missed your company lately."  
Then turning, he looked intently at her and asked, "Do you... do 
you think we shall ever meet?  Outside of here?  Out there, in 
the real world?"

     She looked at him, and finally made herself smile.  "Maybe, 
someday.  You never know.  Things happen on occasion."

     He looked away, back at the scenic view, before suddenly 
jumping to his feet, his classic Cheshire grin on his face once 
again.

     "Well then, I guess we should get going.  Have you given any 
thought about that position you were offered with the temple 
guard?"

     A grin of her own graced her visage as she said, "I don't 
have time for fancy politics or grand schemes, Motter.  You know 
that, better then anyone..."

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     Smiling as Motter disappeared in the distance, she glanced 
about to confirm her seclusion.  That confirmed, she ducked into 
the run-down house next to her, pausing just inside to confirm 
that the skeleton which occasionally lurked here was already 
dead, before continuing towards the back and into the kitchen.

     Stepping inside she took in the rooms occupants with a 
glance, and smiled as she noted that everyone had been able to 
make it for once.

     A human warrior, an elven assassin.  An orc thug, and a 
human priest.  And the, now, master elementalist.  Some of the 
best player killers on The World, and THE best that frequented 
this server.

     And they all bowed to her.

     "How are things going with the Assassins Guild, and Quinta?"

     The orc laughed and said, "Ready to burst in sheer 
aggravation, my lady.  Between taking down the whiny brat, in 
addition to stopping six kill attempts-"

     "Seven.  They are finding me quicker these days, I need to 
change my travel patterns a bit."

     "-seven attempts," he corrected himself with a toothy grin, 
"I think everyone is just about ready to drop him and start 
business with us once more, regardless of our rates."

     "Excellent."

     And so Clan Jin'ei, HER clan, continued to thrive.

     * * * * * * * * * *

     With a sigh she pulled the headset off, and began the 
shutdown sequence as she carefully removed her gloves.  Glancing 
at the time she noted that she been immersed for almost 90 
minutes, almost a record for her these days.

     She used to be able to play for a couple of hours, almost 
every day, but now contended herself with just a short trip 
whenever she had a spare moment.  They were becoming more and 
more infrequent, however.

     "Kasumi?  Where are you?"

     Raising her voice she said, "In my room, Father.  Do you 
need anything?"

     "Er... yes.  I'm having some company come over, an old 
friend of mine, and I was wondering if we had anything to offer 
for refreshments..."

     Covering the system with an anti-static sheet she answered, 
"I don't know, Father, but give me a moment and I'm sure I could 
come up with something."

     She listened as her father began to sniff aloud, muttering 
how happy he was with her, with all the help and work she put 
into the house.  Shaking her head sadly, she left for the 
kitchen, taking familiar steps down into her plain and 
domesticated life.

     At least, until her next free moment...

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