Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Thu, 04 Sep 2003 01:47:57 +0000 R E <ranma_e@hotmail.com> wrote:
Green leaves, shaken loose by the impact, drifted gently down toward the
earth below. Those unlucky enough to fall too near to Ranma {shriveled : shrivelled} and
died, green turning to brown as they curled and crumbled, dissolving into
tiny pieces in midair.
Nice description.
Ranma's grip tightened; Ukyo could feel her veins throbbing weakly against
{their : the} vicelike grip, growing weaker with each passing beat. Her eyelids
grew heavier, and she could feel them closing. The darkness surrounded
her, sweeping the world away with its deceptively soothing touch.
-Reason with her, My Lady. She is requesting the location of this 'Akane'
person. Tell her you know where Akane is. Tell her you will lead her to
Akane. If she believes you have information that can assist her, she will
cease her attack.-
Very clever for an AI. I find it a bit humurous that the place Ukyo is
likely to lead Ranma, Leviathan Spring, is actually where Akane is.
"I can ... I can show you where she is."
That at least got her past the immediate 37 seconds.
He was supposed to be conducting an initial assessment for Seraph Wing
suitability, as they had with the headless Ukyo, but for the moment he
merely wanted to see what this Akane looked like. He had always been told
that there were two immortals; the dragon, and the dragon hunter. Ranma
was the dragon, Ukyo was the dragon hunter. What did that make Akane?
The lady or the tiger?
She wondered for a moment why she had thought to bathe the creature, but
could not quite put her finger upon it. Whatever it was, it was right.
The water seemed to be just the thing her new friend needed.
The difference in how Akane and Ryoga perceive what's happening is
profound. I would expect water to be her cure for nearly anything.
-A more prudent time?-
-When you do not have a sword at your neck, My Lady.-
That's one good definition.
"Submarine ... there's a submarine," she said, trying to keep still as
Ranma's arm moved across her chest, holding her tightly. "The Leviathan
Spring. She was taken there."
There's no way that Ukyo can know that is true, which adds a nice touch
of irony.
-Our mission was to return Ranma to the Spring, yes?- Ukyo countered.
-This way, she'll come without a fight. There are facilities aboard the
Spring to deal with her, aren't there?-
I'm sure they wanted her locked down first.
"From Wing, Sir," Link replied. She tapped at the console with one hand,
the other holding her headphones tight against one ear. "It's weak. Seems
like it originated a couple of {clicks : klicks} south."
Ukyo shuddered, the tingling sensation of Ranma's frozen tongue sliding
moistly against her skin both repulsive and exhilarating at the same time.
She closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from the profound coldness
that emanated from her captor, but despite herself she could feel her
strength ebbing as Ranma's vampiric touch once again {leeched : leached} the warmth
from her body.
She panted, the pounding beat of her heart deafening in her ears. Her eyes
opened, the bright light of the sun illuminating the pale skin of Ranma's
neck, lending it an almost {transluscent : translucent} glow. Try as she might to stay
still, she found her head tilting toward that porcelain skin, felt the
gentle touch of her lips pressing against it.
"Hopefully not as long as the last," Hunter prodded, his jaw tightening.
The time constraints on this initiation were much more demanding than
Ukyo's.
At least they aren't starting with a decapitated corpse. She's not
even mostly dead.