Featherbrite's Tale (v2.5) Parts 7 - 8 by Gregg Sharp ===== based on Rumiko Takahashi's situations/char other char TM other authors. Various authors also TM other authors. Metroanime@mindspring.com http://metroanime.home.mindspring.com/ "Traditional Japanese food seems largely composed of 'whatever didn't run away fast enough.'" -Mambo Jack, 1901?-1949? "Fairness and justice are human concepts. They do not exist in nature or in any magic of my kenning. I call it a redeeming quality of your species to try to rise above its environment, especially when considering all your limitations." - Baron, red dragon of the Dire Straits 7: Ucchan's Cat Cafe, or "Love Shack" -------------------------------------- Ukyou Kuonji hadn't been quite sure what to expect upon meeting the boy who had left her behind all those years ago. She'd gone over a number of possibilities over the years in preparation. She had envisaged him begging for mercy as she prepared to crush him beneath her spatula. She had dreamed of him coming for her, having escaped his father and confessing that he'd never had a chance to tell her of his love. She had NOT envisaged him leaping about while being pursued by a multilegged Thing out of some nightmare. Some woman likewise leapt, flipping past the monster and throwing one end of a chain at the long barbed tail that stabbed her way. "What the hell is THAT?!" Ukyou wanted a name for it. Something to define it and lessen the queasy feeling she had from seeing this abomination. She noted Ranma standing, ready to block or dodge the next attack and Ukyou's own reflexes took over. Three throwing spatulas were headed towards the boy before Ukyou had realized she'd thrown them. He saw them coming and dodged. Unfortunately that meant that he caught a stinger in the chest. Ukyou saw Ranma go down and wondered where her triumph was. Weren't the heavens supposed to be split by lightning? Wasn't there supposed to be the heady glow of vengeance at long last delivered? Wasn't this supposed to feel good? The other girl who'd been with Ranma ran off. Ukyou couldn't blame her, the creature before her was limned in green fire now and doing a credible version of the "maniacal villain laugh." "Uhm, Tendo-san?" Ukyou looked and saw where the older girl was holding a wooden sword and backing nervously away from the scorpion. Ukyou's eyes widened as she realized that Kasumi was circling around towards Ranma's position. "You idiot, get away from that thing! This is a job for..." Well, heck, who *could* you call? "Foul beast whose perverted nature is at odds with the very nature of this shrine!" A glowing form shot into the air above the monster. "For disrupting this peaceful setting and attacking an innocent, you shall be punished!" Ukyou's eyes got even wider as she recognized the form hovering a good thirty feet up. "SAILOR AMAZON?!?! It wasn't just special effects? In Osaka? Cool!" It had a name, it was a youma, now it was less frightening. The scorpion scuttled forward almost over the fallen Ranma, and looked up at the sailorsuited amazon. "Whatcha gonna do? Any area effect you hit me with is gonna kill this twit and I'm protected against any physical blows by my flame aura. Stupid sylph." "If only I could do something like that," Kasumi said softly. Ukyou glanced over then stared as the sword began to pulse with a pinkish light. ------------------------------------------------- "This is Megumi Noguchi, from Osaka's Woodcrest Shrine." The young and pretty student from Korobu Community College's journalism department and her cameraman Kyoko Hiro did their best speed up the hill. Strange greenish flames visible from the shrine itself called them. And Megumi had just been praying for something that would make the networks sit up and take notice! The kami were being kind tonight. "We just saw those greenish... Oh my dear kami, it's a MONSTER!. And... it's fighting Sailor Amazon!" Regional pride stirred in the young reporter. They had youma battling Senshi here in the Kansai area now. Hah! This would give her MAJOR coverage as well as maybe get some of those movie makers to realize that not everything revolved around Tokyo! "FIREBALL!" The youma threw a sphere of flames at the flitting shape of Sailor Amazon. "Get a good shot of Sailor Amazon!" Megumi grinned as Kyoko complied. With that figure and that short skirt, Sailor Amazon would GUARANTEE her some major playage on the stations. Heck, Megumi admitted she would have settled for getting on one of the regional networks. "Oh, and that other Sailor Senshi there next to the trees." The camera settled on the girl in what looked more like a combination of formal gown and sailor suit than the costume Sailor Amazon wore. Flickers of white and pink surrounding her, as the other Senshi spread her hands wide. "ah Heavenly uhm Healing err Escalation!" Megumi's eyes widened as she saw the ring of energy expanding around the girl. It was similar to wings unfolding and spreading. "Get a load of that! Focus on...uhm...Sailor Angel!" The glow spread out from "Sailor Angel" and spread through the clearing. ------------------Dock 13, Yokohama Commercial Seaport------------------ Two shadows flicked from the Myou No Maru to the dock, and then into the city. Nathan lit up a cigar and considered the Yokohama skyline. "I thought long hair was a sign of rank among these Chinese amazons." It was hard to keep track of some of these odd customs that changed all the time. Kissu's eyes flicked over to the short male and back to the flitting figures of their latest passengers. It was nice to know that he didn't know everything. "It is, to some extent, but only among the warrior caste. All amazon women are fighters, but there are those who spend all their time training in the arts of war, warrior caste." "Yeah," Nathan agreed, THAT had been one constant among the amazon groups he'd known over the years. There was the militia, then there were the professional soldiers. "Rankings of caste in order of importance is Matriarch, Elders, Lorekeepers, Warrior, Artisan, Farmers and Hunters, Merchant, most Males. Healers and some other not considered part of caste system so they free to associate with anybody. For example, Tiger is a tracker and hunter, but is not considered Warrior caste. She keeps her hair fairly short because she doesn't like to bother with long hair. Same basic deal with Rink and Pink. Rink's calling is Healer, which uses a different rank symbology. Pink's calling is as a Botanist/Lore Keeper, also different. They have short hair for much the same reason as Tiger." Nathan nodded, showing that he understood. "So now they're off after this 'Shampoo' and her 'fiance.'" "Apparently Rink and Pink's mother Link ran across the boy and his father years ago and thought this was a suitable match for one of her daughters. She picked Rink because the boy was some sort of musician and Rink enjoys some of that stuff. "Anyway, due to some laws among the amazons, Shampoo ended up sort of being engaged to Ranma as well. So there will be a fight. It's a normal way of settling differences. Naturally, the advantage is usually that of the Warrior." A third amazon passenger made his way onto the pier, bowed and thanked a stack of crates for a nice voyage, then started into the city. "And him?" "Mousse has been pursuing Shampoo for years. Not so much love as an obsession." Kissu watched the younger man walk into another stack of crates. "Some people not understand the difference. Sad." -----EYECATCH#1--------- A hand spreads five cards out on a green surface. The back of the cards has the series logo. The hand then uses a single motion to flip all the cards over at once. King Of Hearts has Ranma's face, Queen Of Diamonds has Nabiki's face, Queen Of Spades -Ukyou, Queen Of Hearts- Kasumi, Queen of Clubs - Shampoo. A sixth card, the Joker, is added, and the picture on that card is of Featherbrite which winks at the viewer. A voice provides a single comment (which changes from episode to episode) this time being: Nabiki: "Have I got a deal for you..." ------Nerima, Japan---- The coffeehouse was nice, brightly lit, and *just* the thing for meeting people in the pre-school hours. This particular one opened early enough to get the construction workers who met here before going on to their various jobsites. IE: heavy early. "Sailor Angel? Details?" Naoko pursed her lips as she considered the Senshi Agent. "Let's just say that I fulfill a role with the Senshi similar to that of Ami. I'm not a Senshi myself, but I," Nabiki paused as she sought a way to put her odd strobe of precognitive dreams into order, "I see myself as their information specialist. As such, I can help them without getting personally involved." "You know how well that works," Naoko sipped at her coffee, a latte, and reflected that the young girl hadn't picked a terribly bad spot. Though watching grizzled overweight road repair crewmen ordering a cafe mocha latte, frothed, had been a bit strange. And they had a fair variety of green teas here. "True," Nabiki agreed. Sooner or later she'd get mixed up in this stuff. IF they had adventures. The monster was strange, but had to be a fluke. No, she'd just be their agent. The rest of that stuff had just been nightmares. That was *all*. Talking cats was just something thrown in from Takeuchi's own work. "So, about Sailor Angel?" "Ah," Nabiki sipped briefly at her "gunpowder" green tea. She remembered the video, and though the image didn't quite mesh with her sister, she had a feeling. "She's not much on fighting, tries to find peaceful solutions, and is really domestically inclined. Much smarter than she usually lets on, finds herself caught up in all this and is unsure of herself in this new arena." Naoko looked thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Homebody type, eh? Yeah, I can see it. Now that my stuff is getting mainstream and translated, some new archetypes are good." "Oh? The American deal go through?" "You know about that?! Oh, yeah. Of course. 'You have sources.'" Naoko shrugged this off. "Nah, that's still in debate. The press coverage of Sailor Amazon and videotape got interest in a lot of odd countries. People are stating its special effects and all, but now the series is going to be released in Mexico, England, and Canada." "That's just from one videotape of Sailor Amazon in action," Nabiki noted. "Now that the video from Osaka is hitting the airwaves, with Sailor Amazon *and* Sailor Angel- this should get even more interest going. We'll see what happens with a few photos, ne?" -----Ucchan's, Osaka------- Ukyou waited patiently, she understood patience. She was a warrior, and a cook, both professions requiring that trait in good measure. Ranma, having passed out yet again, was lying across a bench. Ukyou's eyes focussed on him. It would be so EASY. One movement with a razor sharp spatula across that exposed throat, less than five seconds to cross the intervening space and end ten years of suffering. Too easy. Too quick. And if the information she was getting from the two women was any indication, justice wouldn't really be served. "...and then we ended up in some odd places." Kasumi paused for a moment. "Apparently the Faerie Realm operates by a different set of physics than what we're used to. The rate of passage of time is a variable, depending on where you are within the Realm. So we had to remain pretty much in the same area we appeared in. Then there's the problem where if you enter the Realm, then walk across a field and re-enter the Mortal World, you can be thousands of miles away from where you started. Likewise, it is possible to go thousands of miles in the Realm and only travel a few feet as far as the Mortal World is concerned." "Shampoo not following much of this, and Shampoo was there during it." The amazon shrugged. She was hearing it twice too, as Kasumi was largely repeating what the pixie was saying. "Shampoo not much concerned. We here now." "So let me get this straight." Ukyou held up a hand to forestall any more of this. "Genma not only sold his son a few times, this time he's also sold his son out. Now you, Ranma, and the Senshi here are all refugees from his latest scheme?" "Ukyou sum up very nicely." Shampoo nodded. "But Shampoo not really Senshi. Shampoo is Amazon warrior and Champion, but is no really Senshi." Ukyou stared for a moment. "Pardon me. You turn into some sailorsuited supergirl who destroys monsters from another plane of existence. What part of Senshi does this not qualify as?" "Shampoo turn into Sailor Amazon. Is..." "Yes?" "Well, Shampoo not sure. But not Senshi." Ukyou perhaps wisely decided to table that issue for the moment and get on with the important stuff. "So what about my dowry? What about ten years of vengeance? What about me renouncing my femininity and all that? How can I set all that behind me without at least beating him up ONCE!" Shampoo frowned, then nodded. "Is vow. Is oath of honor. Shampoo understand such things. Is very important in tribal law and custom. Not understand what have to do with femininity." Kasumi blinked. "Well, if it's about the value of the yattai." "It's not just about the value of the yattai," Ukyou shot back grumpily. "But that's as good a place to start as any." Kasumi looked to her "little sister." She had thought to give this to Shampoo, or perhaps to Nabiki who knew how best to handle something of value. Kasumi pulled a pearl the size of a baseball out of her pack. "Maybe this?" Ukyou eyed the thing uncertainly. It kinda looked like an oddly shiny cueball. "What is it?" "Is dragon's pearl," Shampoo said, raising an eyebrow. "Also got three whiskers from dragon. Know too too delicious recipe for Dragon Whisker Soup. Dragon's pearl is like dragon's heart. Dragon's heart source of physical strength, dragon's magic is in pearl." Ukyou looked at her strangely. "Uh huh, yeah right." After a moment, Ukyou took the object from Kasumi. "Odd, feels kinda warm." Ranma moaned from his position on the bench, temporarily drawing attention to him. Ukyou didn't notice the faerie on top of her head, working at nudging perceptions just enough that Ranma would survive the night. Otherwise she thought the odds good that Ranma would be avenged by Shampoo shortly thereafter. She wondered if Ranma would mind if she just did a _tiny_ bit of meddling. If not, then this might be a good Candidate #4! ----------------- Early morning in Nerima brought repeats of familiar scenes. Or at least scenes that had become familiar. Nabiki yawned, stretched, and surveyed the fridge before deciding if she needed to hit the coffeehouse before going to school. The alternative was breakfast here. Nabiki nodded at seeing the familiar signs that Akane's new friend, Yoshinori Kitase, had been by. Not that Akane had any feelings for this classmate who'd come in and proven himself capable of "lending a hand" in the kitchen. Oh, heavens no. Akane? Interested in some boy? The much appreciated moment of relaxation passed. "Nabiki!" Soun Tendo loomed forward. "Growf," chimed in the panda next to her father. "You must find your iinazuke!" [It is a matter of honor!] The panda waved a sign around. "Not to mention those nice men with all the scars and tattoos want him or their money back, eh Mr Saotome?" Nabiki chuckled and grabbed a rice ball. The panda flinched. Soun pressed forward. "And what of poor Kasumi? Who knows what is happening to HER with that barbarian girl?" Nabiki cleared her throat. She'd gotten to like Shampoo. Especially when it had become obvious that the girl came from a violent culture, and the "barbarian" had no killer instinct to speak of. Besides, Kasumi had reached through the cultural shell and found a friend. Kasumi having friends again was a GOOD thing, and both Nabiki and Akane had found themselves warming to the Amazon as a result. "Not that there's anything wrong with barbarians, but..." Soun realized he was talking about the warrior girl who'd fought a vampire in defense of his house. "I've already determined, just for my own peace of mind, that Kasumi and her friend are doing fine, Daddy. Not to worry." Nabiki didn't bother to say HOW she knew. Everyone knew that she'd suddenly started palming off her old jobs in order to pursue "information acquisition" as a new source of income. Genma and Soun had *especially* noted the new clothes, CD player, laptop computer, and all the other little expensive things she'd managed to start acquiring. She'd also taken to snickering while using phrases like "honest living" and "play by the book." Genma had tried sneaking into her room once but hadn't found any clues as to where the girl was getting the money. Nor was he able to find the cache of money he KNEW she must have. "So where are they?" Soun looked ready to erupt in another flood of tears. "Don't know, Daddy. Didn't check any further than that." She hadn't bothered to keep tabs on their exact location, after all. For some reason, the name Ukyo kept popping in. Why a ward in Kyoto when everything from the I-ching to Tarot said Osaka? Was it related to the idea Suzaku Park in nearby Shimogyo ward was one of the "weak points" between realities? And if there, why not the *much* more powerful "weak point" at Mount Zao? Every answer seemed to raise more questions. "Nabiki. I *insist* as your father. You *must* find Ranma and your sister." Nabiki was aware of Akane stopping at the door and listening. Akane had obviously missed the comment about barbarian Shampoo, or she would have been mildly vexed. "They're fine, Daddy. A little ways West of here, that's all." [West?] "You know, like the Gero Spa." Which was true, the Gero Spa was also west of Nerima. Genma ran to pack and start searching the Gero Spa for Ranma. Soun wasn't so easily misled. Maybe once, but not so much nowadays. "Nabiki. You *will* use your skills to hunt down Ranma and Kasumi. As your father, I demand this." Nabiki was a little taken aback. Her father had grown a spine? Most of the time she pretended not to be related to him. "I'll think about it, Daddy." "We aren't finished with this conversation," said Soun before going to join his friend. "Well, sis, I guess you're gonna have to go track 'em down, aren't you?" "Akane, you know what'll happen if Ranma comes back here?" "Ha, I'd like to see those Yakuza try to get past ME." Akane made a muscle gesture. Nabiki ignored her sister's false bravado. Yes, her father had cornered her. Now she had a choice. On the one hand, she could become *filthy* rich here using her new talents. Corporate espionage alone could make her obscenely wealthy. She could continue being a member of this family, could continue on to become the CEO of a major company, could continue to take bets and bribes and loans. She could continue life here in much the same manner as before Ranma's arrival. The time had come to choose. Shark or dolphin? ----------------- "Cat Scratch Fever" was playing on the jukebox (and sounding really weird in Japanese)while Ukyou sighed and experimented with a spam okonomiyaki. She had no idea what was in the meat product, and after two bites decided she didn't WANT to know. Some experiments didn't work out. Life had gotten so confusing. She'd almost killed Ranma, but one revelation after another had left her with serious doubts about her continuation of that particular path. That odd buzz or whatever seemed to have vanished at least. That had been thoroughly annoying, whatever it was. Ukyou fingered a throwing spatula and considered. Ranma was weak. From the way the two girls had talked, he had recently been badly burned, drugged, tortured, beaten into near unconsciousness, and even shot once during their attempt to get back to Japan. THEN Ukyou had seen him, distracted him in a fight, and he'd gotten pinned to the ground by a poisonous stinger roughly the size of her forearm. Any chi reserves he had were darn close to used up, he had little or none of this "magic" left to help him, and there was apparently only so much that could be done for him at this juncture. Ukyou Kuonji sighed and dropped her hand from the razor sharp weapon. If she still had no doubt about Ranma's guilt, all it would take is a few moments and his life would be ended. That he'd apparently been through some weird times was more than a little obvious. Ukyou started cleaning the grill, her mind going over details while her body worked on the familiar chore. Ranma had been sold off and betrayed by Genma. Just like her. Any dreams of continuing the Saotome school must have died then too. Just as her own dreams had been destroyed by Genma. She knew the haunted look in his eyes, she'd seen it herself enough in the mirror. He'd just cut ties with his past and had very little idea of what to do next. Finishing the grill and beginning to sweep, Ukyou stopped and a hesitant grin began to form on her face. Revenge, she realized, could take many forms. And how better to avenge herself on Genma than by stealing his son? -----UnSeelie Court----- Mists formed out of nowhere, then pulled back away to reveal a figure in silvered armor. The figure strode to the ornate chair formed of a living tree, and seated himself. "Milord, travel to and from the Mortal Plane is higher than it has been in some time." Oberon, King Of The Elves, and Secret Ruler of the Unseelie Court, gave a slight nod. He'd felt it himself. As he had not been immediately crushed, the functionary decided to make his play now. "Milord, there have been mortals within thy plane," the raven said slyly. "Here be their likenesses." Oberon and his Court craned their necks, eager for a glimpse at mortal visitors to the Realm. "A questing company?" A tentacled thing with razor sharp chiton asked. "It's been a long time since I've tasted mortal blood." The image of a purple haired warrior woman met with some mutterings. Some decided that she was of faerie blood, possibly oriad. The mutterings picked up pace with the image of the brown haired housewife. Everyone knew warriors knew how to fight. Housewives, on the other hand, could be *really* dangerous. Worse, this appeared to be a *Japanese housewife*! EVERYONE remembered the legendary Sachiko Oshima and wanted nothing like *that* debacle to occur again. The image of Ryouga appeared and caused some consternation. "That's the one that killed Greaket, Lord Of Toads!" Everyone noted the outburst from the octopus-faced entity, especially when Oberon reduced it to the level of bubbling ooze for daring to shout in his presence. Another warrior woman appeared, and then SHE appeared. Oberon grinned and leaned forward. "A half-mortal sylph? How... interesting." He'd gotten tired of the usual consorts and conquests he'd had of both the Seelie and UnSeelie Courts, even a few trysts in Makai had failed to keep his interest for more than a century. "Yes milord, I thought you'd be interested. She is a human male who is cursed to transform into this shape." Oberon's grin didn't fade. She looked like she'd be interesting. "Ravenhart, find that one again. Determine what spells are upon her. Xandros, make a trip to the river Lethe and fetch me an urn of it's waters. Keriv, make a trip to the stream of Tireisas. Bring me five gallons of its waters." Oberon had been getting bored. This looked as if it could just be interesting. --------Mortal Realm------------ Soun fidgeted nervously at the table. Genma could go check out the Spa without him, and he wanted to further impress upon Nabiki the need for her to find Ranma. The schools *must* be united. There could be no other acceptable outcome. And he could see that Ranma cared about Nabiki. And it was just as obvious that Nabiki cared about Ranma, weirdness and all. It was just that they had to be forced together. There was no time for dithering. Yoshinori Kitase, Akane's new friend, was not acceptable. Even if Akane succeeded in getting him into the martial arts, he'd never have Ranma's skill or talents. He wanted to be a programmer of RPGs, for crying out loud! Soun would have forbidden the two to see each other but Akane's grades were improving and the boy came by to cook for them. He was teaching Akane how to cook, gently and patiently - so it was a slow process but he was doing it. Soun frowned. He'd wait a while, THEN he'd forbid the match. It was unthinkable that Akane would develop a relationship with a non-martial artist, so they'd accept that. He was her father and he had to think about what was right for the family as well as for his daughter. Back to Nabiki. He still didn't understand it all, but she was both happier and more thoughtful than she'd been in years. She was more... open. It was odd, and nice. But better she be miserable and carrying on her duty, than happy and shirking said duties. Bushido. After waiting as long as he could, Soun moved from his place in the dining area. He gently rapped on Nabiki's door. Getting no answer, he opened it. The bare sections of walls, open and empty closet, carefully made bed, these all registered with Soun long before he noticed the note on the pillow. Dear Father, So basically you're saying "it's my way or the highway?" I now know where Ranma is. I'm going to go join them. If I can find a way to contact you without the Yakuza knowing, I will. Just to let you know we're all safe. Love and kisses, Nabiki PS: Don't get in between Akane and Yoshi. When was the last time you saw her smile like that? -------------------------- Nabiki knocked on the tree, waited a few moments, then shrugged and stepped into it. This had the effect of causing one of her factors to faint. A moment later, Nabiki stuck her head out of the apparently solid wood to wink at those still conscious. "The Gateway is still open, as she promised. No sign of Holly, however, I *do* see one of her friends. Hang on while I see if he can help." Nabiki's head retracted back into the wood. While everyone was discussing exactly what all this meant, another figure stepped out of the wood. Fortunately, it was a big tree. Unfortunately, one of Nabiki's other factors saw the figure coming out of the tree and started running. Unfortunately her fine attempt to run a two-minute mile came to a halt when she discovered that you can't swerve around a telephone pole at that rate of speed while looking over your shoulder to see if THAT was following you. The half-ogre scratched his head a couple of times and wondered if perhaps he had somehow done something offensive. Nabiki stepped out of the tree a moment later, and calmed her remaining panicked aides with a few gestures and comments. "Uhm, you're a friend of Holly's?" Nabiki looked over the 9'11" figure with the shoulders that were as far across as she was tall. "Yes'm. She say she busy but ask Harold if he could help. Harold help. Harold strong." "I noticed that, Harold. Let me politely suggest you take a bath before the next time you help me out." Harold scratched his head. "Bath? Harold not sure what mean." "Somehow I have no doubt about that at all. Can you handle those boxes? I know some beings of Faerie can't handle iron, so they're in cardboard boxes." Nabiki had been expecting the wood nymph to be her main help. Harold thumped his chest, producing a sound more likely to come from two boulders striking. "Harold is half Stone Ogre. Harold have ties to earth, iron hurt but no kill. Harold can do." "I see," Nabiki nodded. She'd have to read up on Stone Ogres later. "Is that one sick?" Harold pointed at the one lying in a faint. He tried smiling in a friendly fashion at the other Mortals. It didn't seem to help. "Uhm, she's okay, really. Just resting." Ryomani was hoping the big guy with the tusks wasn't inquiring if he could eat Hitomi. "Oh. Resting. Harold see." Harold stacked four of the boxes and lifted them. "Is question you can answer?" "Maybe. Careful with those boxes, now." "Holly read to Harold. Senshi die fighting Beryl. What happen next?" Nabiki smirked. A fanboy whose physical strength was on the level of hydraulic equipment. Having power over such a huge and strong creature was kinda neat. "Well, let me tell you, such information doesn't come cheap." "Hmmm. Figured. Harold not fast but not dumb." The ogre walked into the substance of the tree. "Boss?!" "Don't worry about it, Ryonami. Nothing I can't handle." Nabiki didn't think she was fooling Ryonami, but appearances needed to be maintained. "I'll keep in touch. Check this tree every so often. It's one of those Gates that's linked to the phase of the moon, so only during new moons can it be used for passage. I'd phone, but there's an off chance that when I disappear they'll tap your lines for clues." "Gates," Harold rumbled as he came through. "You need Gates to Faerie?" "Don't worry your head about it," Nabiki made an off-handed wave. "Not. You wizard. Wizard worry about lots of things. Harold just ogre. Nobody expect Harold to have answers." Harold shrugged and grabbed the next batch of boxes. Nabiki's smile slipped a little. Harold's mode of speech reminded her of Shampoo. A lot of people tended to write Shampoo off as an idiot when she wasn't. Hmmm. Something else to check on later. "Well, anyway, see you later." Turning and leaving her factors and friends behind was one of the hardest things she'd ever done in her life. Nabiki thought it odd that she was grinning like she was. Oh well, she had enough things to figure out now. --------------- Kasumi checked herself in the mirror one last time. "Kasumi look fine. You do good on placement tests!" Kasumi smiled and regarded her friend. "Are you sure about this trip, Shampoo? You could study for a high school placement test." "Shampoo need to check in with Great-Grandmama. Let her know what going on and where am now. Shampoo be back in two weeks time. Shampoo promise!" Kasumi nodded but regretted seeing the Amazon go. "Ranma already gone?" "He study hard for placement test at new school. He do okay, Shampoo is sure." Shampoo made a punching gesture. "Or Shampoo come back and kick his butt for letting us down." Ukyou shook her head. "Okay, you two, get a move on. I need to close everything up while we're at school. Kasumi, you'll have a few hours to kill after your tests and before we get back. Try Utsubo Park- the Science & Technology Center might interest you." "Unn," Kasumi said, nodding. Some time to just think, alone, sounded good. She and the others had been going almost non-stop since leaving Nerima. ----------------- Kodachi squirmed. She screamed obscenities. She struggled and insulted and howled. Her efforts were met with calm, and kindness, and gentle words. A touch of liquid on her lips, and Kodachi found her body gone limp and unresponsive. Giggling girls smoothed her fuku and began brushing her hair. Figures darted in and out of her vision. One of her hairs was pulled out and carried off by some giggling green-haired girl. "There, there, child." One of the taller creatures eased into her sight. "The Dark Kingdom influence upon you will be lifted." Kodachi wanted to scream at them. The Sailor Senshi were just characters in a story written for silly little girls. It was FICTION! That the Saint Hebereke uniform had a vague resemblence to the Senshi uniform was mere coincidence. Unfortunately, the beings in question had all heard about how these manga- things were actually illustrated guidebooks to life on the Mortal plane. Enchanted princesses, ancient kingdoms, reincarnation, magical attacks and what humans considered the more fantastic elements of the story didn't strike anyone in the area as being particularly farfetched. In fact, such things made up day- to-day life in the Faerie Realms. Not finding an enchantment on Kodachi, they knew that powerful magic must have been used. The kind that works itself and leaves no trace, having permanently altered the victim. Powerful magic was needed to restore the girl to her normal heroic self. And if that wasn't possible. A fair approximation would have to do. Earth couldn't be without one of its defenders, and those youma looked a *lot* like some of the Unseelie. Even their attacks were definitely Unseelie. And if they were fighting the Unseelie, then it was only natural for the Seelie Court to come to her aid! --------------------- Rink and Pink were almost at the Tendo dojo when suddenly there was someone THERE. "" The two came to a halt. Vanilla gave Pink the creeps. Always had. She was almost as bad as Kohii. "" Vanilla deemed it unlikely but they *might* have a legitimate reason for their presence here. "" Pink said quickly. "" Rink said simultaneously. "" Pink recovered, thinking quickly. "" "" Vanilla nodded. "" "" Rink repeated. "" "" "" Vanilla shrugged. The tengu had actually been fairly polite about the whole thing. Pink shuddered at the thought of goblin spiders. "" "" Vanilla seemed to be in deep thought. She knew that Pink lied quite easily, while Rink disapproved of the practice. She'd therefore kept an inobvious watch on Rink while appearing to just be listening to Pink. Actually, Vanilla was now doing something she rarely did. She was lying. "" Pink swore. Rink growled. "" Vanilla blinked and was aware that Rink was scrutinizing her especially hard. Best to be honest and not give everything away. "" "" Pink turned and began retracing her route, followed a moment later by Rink. Vanilla frowned ever so slightly. That had been... quite strange. She settled down and waited for the third goblin spider to make its appearance. They always travelled in threes. Of course, Vanilla had no way of knowing that goblin spiders were also known as bog fairies. ----------------- Kasumi settled down on a bench near the "Okonomiyaki Den" (Ukyou hated the name, but it was a rental franchise anyway) and let herself relax for the first time in days. Time to sort things out, at long last. She thought back to when Ranma had been brought into the destroyed kitchen, and Kasumi had noticed that giving him the "puppy dog eyes" look usually caused the boy to crumble. She had used it to full effect. He had been fairly reluctant, saying how much this would take out of him, but he'd done it. He had been about ready to keel over when he'd handed her the last pan. The effort had clearly been enormous. He *could* affect metal, as long as it wasn't iron, but it had taken quite a bit out of him. He hadn't been able to do a thing about the frypan. Only the knowledge of how improper it would look had kept Kasumi from offering him support all the way up the stairs. That healing he'd done was also remarkable. She'd burned her thumb, and badly, distracted by her conversation with Featherbrite and something the faerie had done to Mister Saotome years ago. Explosive flatulence? Oh my. Ranma had been waiting for her to heat the teakettle and had settled her down and healed the burn. He had kissed it, and made it better. The girls in school had teased her unmercifully about having a "Shouto complex" when she'd been interested in an underclassman back in high school. Maybe it was time to move past that. Nabiki had indicated that *she* wasn't interested in Ranma. Akane had declared that Ranma was entirely too weird for her. Spotting a lingerie shop two doors away from the Okonomiyaki Den, Kasumi remembered the purchases she'd made a while back. Well, she had to watch her budget. Maybe later. Besides, Shampoo was also interested in Ranma. Kasumi stopped at THAT. Her relationship with the Amazon was odd, that was certainly true. Also unexpected. But in other ways, quite nice. Even if the sight of the two of them chatting happily away in the kitchen tended to discomfit Akane a little. It was good to have a friend to chat with and confide in. They had gone from awkward "sisters" to become "buddies" in just a few days. They turned out to have a lot in common, actually. Though trained first and foremost as a Warrior, Shampoo's great love was for cooking. Though Champion of her people, Shampoo was lonely and not especially happy with the destiny that had been mapped out for her. While they had both been busy in the kitchen, Shampoo had spun stories of brave Amazon warriors of legend. Kasumi had reciprocated with stories of Japanese legend and of her own childhood. Shampoo had told of a particularly obnoxious boy who just wouldn't take no for an answer. Kasumi related how silly Doctor Tofu tended to act around her. Both had spoken of the loss of their mother and how they had handled it. Kasumi had taken over the position, whereas Shampoo had thrown herself into her training. Both had found in the other someone who UNDERSTOOD, not everything, but enough. Kasumi smiled a little, thinking of the Amazon. Yin and Yang indeed. She was calm where the Amazon was fierce. By now, Shampoo was likely aboard a ship heading to China. Determined to do her duties as a member of the heroic Amazon tradition. And if she wanted to brag about being a Vampire Slayer, well she was entitled, wasn't she? Kasumi was going to miss Shampoo. The girl settled back onto the bench, watching clouds pass overhead. Yes, the two of them *did* make an odd pair of friends. It was nice to have someone OFFER to help, and it had made the daily chores easier to have assistance. Though Kasumi wondered about Shampoo's reference to a Martial Arts Housekeeping style. Maybe that was what Akane needed... Kasumi sighed. Back to Ranma. She didn't want to think about this too much but for some reason her thoughts circled back around to Nabiki's fiance on a regular basis. OK. He was young. Sixteen and full of himself. Bursting with energy and surrounded by more weirdness than in anything she'd read in Tezuka's works. Fairies, vampires, ancient Chinese curses, multiple fiancees, Yakuza, Chinese Amazons, the friction between the Seelie and UnSeelie Courts, childhood buddies that had apparently changed gender along the way, and ersatz Sailor Senshi. She couldn't believe she'd ever said that younger men were boring. Less mature, perhaps, but boring? With a fiance that changed from a tall and powerfully built young man to a slender winged nymph with water? Kasumi blushed and corrected herself. *Nabiki's* fiance. She'd started thinking of him as having been officially dropped where she could casually catch him. Nabiki *might* have just been protesting the engagement to maintain some facade of control over the situation. Kasumi, very guiltily, found herself hoping that was not the case. ========================================== Featherbrite's Tale, a Ranma 1/2 Bet (Alterniverse) fanfic Ranma 1/2 owned by Viz Video & Takahashi Rumiko. Various other characters owned by various other authors. No copyright infringement is intended. "Shapechangers" is by Jennifer Roberson, and is merely referenced as a fantasy novel. Nathan Brazil is tm Jack Chalker via his Well World series of novels. Thanks to Skysaber for two scenes here. "The Universe is stranger than we thought." -S.Hawking "Relatively speaking." A.Einstein CHAPTER EIGHT: The Cat Came Back or Sailor Valkyrie?!? -------Azabu Juuban---------- Usagi lay unconscious on the ground, groaning slightly. "She's coming to," said an off-panel voice. Usagi sat up, moaning and rubbing her temples. "Who? Queen Beryl? I was..." The voice resolved itself into a Sailor she didn't know. "Who?" "You Moon Kingdom soldiers won, but if it hadn't been for Sailor Angel you'd all be dead," the Sailor snarled. "Don't count on it again, *Moonies*!" "I don't understand," complained Usagi. "Who are you? Why are you so angry?" The unknown Sailor made a disgusted noise. "Ask your damn advisors, those moon cats. Ask them about the Kingdom *your* Kingdom betrayed!" Usagi drew back at the venom in the other Sailor's voice. The other Sailor turned on her heel, a pony tail flipping between the broad nearly transparent wings on her back. "We can *both* hope our paths don't cross again, Serenity. Once in a thousand years is too much." Usagi blinked again. "Oh no, the others!" ------------------ Naoko sat back, looking at the first page of the new series. Good, the sketches and photos that Nabiki had supplied her made drawing Sailor Sylph fairly easy. And it looked like *all* these Sailors had a wing motif. Common motifs were very important in this line of work. Naoko eyed the notes and photos that Nabiki had supplied. Hmmm. A rival kingdom, providing a further source of conflict in the series. A mysterious prince who was of the ancient Star Kingdom, reborn into the mortal realm. Several girls competing for his affection, but he was a mysterious romantic figure that mainly stayed out of the action. Dark Kingdom, Moon Kingdom, Star Kingdom, each a different facet of existence. The Dark Kingdom that embodied death, chaos, and the quest for personal power. The Moon Kingdom that ruled absolutely even over the hearts and minds of their subjects by "purifying" them of all taint. Sacrificing much of their individuality in the process. The Star Kingdom which would partake of neither path, instead focussing on personal harmony and self-purification. Three Kingdoms at war, but remembering how the Darkness had won by playing the Light Vs the Twilight. Would the Dark Kingdom succeed in playing off the distrust between the Kingdoms again, or would the Stars and Moon converge this time? Naoko smiled. With the news coverage of these real-life Sailors and their appearances, her series would automatically be a success. She was enough of an artist, though, that simply resting on her accomplishment wasn't enough. THIS would give her at least another season of plotlines different from the first. ------Nerima, Furinkan SHS------- Akane sighed and wondered if Nabiki had found Ranma yet. Idly, she stopped Hattori's overhand swing with one hand, then casually flipped the sumo wrestler into a tree. She barely noticed, having weighty things on her mind. She had known Nabiki's Quest was coming for some time, and when Soun Tendo had made his bid to unite the two families by having Nabiki bird dog Ranma so that the two fathers could drag her fiance back, Akane had also known what would happen then. It wasn't obvious to Nabiki, it *certainly* hadn't been obvious to their father, but Akane had been on the sidelines and could see this one quite clearly. While she was more than content to have stepped out of the limelight and let someone else deal with what was obviously going to be insane goings-on, Akane had felt some resentment about the whole thing. Her sister had changed, now no longer solely interested in "the bottom line." Her father had changed, most obviously because of whispered suggestions to arguments from his old buddy Mister Saotome. Kasumi had changed, becoming best buddies with some warrior woman from China. From what little Akane knew, that warrior woman had changed- her relationship with Kasumi allowing her out of some "warrior stereotype" shell. Akane found that she had grown complacent. That she had judged this new boy solely on the basis of her usual crowd of "admirers." While it had been true that Ranma had escalated the insanity, there had been a fair amount in her life previous to that rainy day in March. Another of the jocks who hadn't quite given up found his forward path interrupted by a backhand that knocked him flat. Akane noticed the chorus teacher nearby and nodded. Ranma had suggested that Akane try out for Chorus. He had *seemed* quite sincere, though Akane secretly suspected that the boy had been making fun of her. Maybe not, though. Ranma didn't seem that much like the other guys at school. The changes in herself, Akane wasn't sure what *that* was about. Lingering weirdness? Nabiki had made references to 'elfin magic.' Her skin seemed softer but somehow more firm. An old ache in her right knee had vanished. Her hair had gotten fuller, she'd filled out a little more in what Akane admitted was all the right places, and that wasn't all. Akane stopped the hockey stick heading for her, casually crushed it in one hand, and threw the hockey player into the school wall. She was stronger, faster, and felt more "centered" somehow. Maybe it was her relationship with Yoshi-kun. Akane forcibly stopped that line of thought. They were just good friends. That was all. Admittedly, having a boy who listened to her, who actually respected her, who cared about *her* opinion, was different. Very different. The bit about them having a relationship was just school gossip. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Akane. You ready for your test?" Akane looked up at Yoshi and swallowed to clear her suddenly tight throat. "Yes, Yoshi-kun, I thank you for your assistance." "Aaaa, she's blushing!" Yuka's voice carried across the grounds. "Yoshi and Akane, sitting in a tree..." Sayuri began, only to stop at watching Akane get all flustered and turn three shades redder. She blinked, she'd only meant to tease but it looked like Yoshi was blushing too. Had she hit home despite their denials? "Oh well, c'mon guys, it's almost time for class." ----faerie realm--------- One of the wind faerie buzzed about with agitation, having been searching the Senshi's mind for clues on how to restore her. "NO! Oh, how I hate those Dark Kingdom types! How could even they do something like that?" The sprite settled and dropped a real tear, crying for the Senshi's sake. One of the Faerie sorceresses, drawn by her interest to participate, looked up from her work. "What is it, Pearlydawn?" The sprite sniffled. "The Dark Kingdom has obviously twisted it, but even now she retains much knowledge of and love for growing plants! They've only perverted that for their own dark ends. We've got to fix that! This was obviously a nature oriented Senshi!" The Faerie sorceress nodded. Nature was something they were good at. Besides, this Dark Kingdom stuff was obviously the UnSeelie at work with the mortal realm again. It was only natural that this would make the Seelie the allies of these Senshi. A stack of the Senshi books were consulted, as well as a newspaper article that Nabiki had given Holly at the same time. The article detailed a Sailor Amazon (with pixie wings) and a Sailor Angel. Since this Kodachi girl obviously fit much the same role as Sailor Jupiter, but clearly wasn't her, she was part of this other group of Sailors. "Hey, Piroette? What name do we give these Senshi? The Senshi are those others, right. Moon and planets of the Mortal Realm?" A korred looked up from his own reading. "They're obviously Sailors, got the right costume more or less." "Sailor Seelie?" A metallic oriad mused aloud, wondering if they ought to involve themselves in Mortal affairs again. This *did* have the makings of a grand old epic, after all. Hmmm. Maybe if she got one of these seifuku things should go as Sailor Metallica. Sailor Silver? "Cute, but not quite," suggested Piroette, tapping her wand thoughtfully. "Sailor Bushi? Sailor Samurai?" The korred suggested, thinking that they *were* Japanese, after all. "Sailor Storms?" Pearlydawn liked the idea, it involved wind after all. "Sailor Rangers," quipped an ugly fanged creature that was actually a fairly gentle (if generally tipsy) fruit bat. "That way THAT one can be the Black Ranger (she wears black rose designs in her socks, after all). He held up a magazine depicting the Kamen Rider series. "See, that's why this one is separate from the others, the Black Rider always works alone." "Hmmmm," hmmed Piroette. "That reminds me, that mortal who's off at the Librarium Arcani." "Nabiki Ten'ou. She's the one who supplied these guidebooks," the fruitbat seemed happy to actually be able to contribute something. "That's the one who's teaching herself divination, isn't she?" Pearlydawn continued to buzz in an agitated manner, still thinking of the poor Senshi. Piroette actually laughed at that. "Oh, no. She's not teaching *herself* divination. She has the 'Simple Spellcraft' tome. Also known as Divinicron. The book itself is teaching her. No, what I thought was that here we have a mortal girl whose father hasn't raised her too well, whose mother has passed on, and who is attempting to work magic. "My question is this: does anyone know if she's got a faerie godmother or counselor yet?" There was a brief pause, the same idea occurring to many individuals at the same time. ---------Juuban--------- "This the place?" Isao smirked. The runaways thought they were so clever, but they'd screwed up so badly. "Nichieju style Chinese Cooking, Nekohanten." The Yakuza chunin gave a gap-toothed grin. "That Shampoo person is here, no doubt about it. Why else would there be a place that advertises 'authentic Amazon cooking' - the idjits didn't even look outside Tokyo!" "Who've we got for Talent? The Amazons are reputed to be tough fighters. Besides, that Sailor Amazon may show up again." The chunin spat. Damn academic types. Wimps, all of 'em. "Don't worry, we got a nullifier. No magic's gonna work in Black Mariko's presence. We also got a martial arts expert in Chiriko. We're covered." "Ah," Isao nodded. He still had a bad feeling about this. "One, two, three," the chunin counted off, then pointed inside. The lower level Yakuza went in, followed by the Talents, and then the two with guns. "Ah, welcome to Nekohanten," the waitress bowed. "We not open just yet. You come back in five minutes please!" One of the low levels held a knife to the girl's throat. "Maybe, we'll just help ourselves. Eh?" The waitress didn't look terribly intimidated. "You must be stupids. You attacks womans of Amazon village?" "Never mind that, get the others out here." "Azure do," the Amazon shrugged. "Di Na, Sugar, Spice, Dowel, Odango, Noodle!" "Excuse please!" Isao edged towards the door, just in case. ---Faerie Realm-------- The dwarf Pax hmmmed and took a moment to align the crystals just so, before returning to his visitor. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I *can* do it. Why should I?" The dwarf grumbled and ran a hand over his slickly bald head. "I've already got this project going." "Well, it isn't boring," began Holly. "I don't think I've seen things this abuzz since the days of Sachiko Oshima and that Percival fellow." "Hmmph. And the boyo *still* hasn't come by to pick up his damn sword." "Percy was mortal, Pax. Most likely he's dead by now." Holly looked slyly at the dwarf. "Besides, Fnor's already at work on a similar project." "BAH! Fnor will screw it all up, ye be*knowing* that. A pox on the names of all dwarves everywhere, he be!" "Well, maybe... He said the same thing about you, y'know." Pax grimaced. "Driads should nae be trying to manipulate mean old dvarren. Now get tae yer point, lass, afore I toss ye out." "C'mon, you know I'm just giving you an excuse. You know darn well you want to do this." Pax hrmmphed. "I'll do it. Just to show that Fnor up!" "Yayyy!" Holly skipped around the room briefly. Now her mortal lover stood a chance of not only realizing his heroic dreams, but of surviving them. ----------------- Nabiki slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. A few moments of silence was enough for Nabiki to get her heartrate under control again. Maybe she'd lost them. "Nabiki Ten'ou!" A pixie flitted in through the window. "Choose me!" A moment later, Nabiki Tendo, voted "Ice Queen of Furinkan" by her fellow students, was buried under a heap of butterfly wings as nearly a hundred pixies tried to convince her that she should choose one of them as a Faerie Guide. She hadn't foreseen this. She found herself being argued over by a vast number of beings of both genders who wanted her. Some wanted her as a mortal godchild. Some wanted her to be a companion. Others just wanted her, and she'd already explained that she liked GUYS! The door creaked alarmingly, then popped open. Looking down at the colorful struggling mass, Harold gave a deep sigh. "ALL RIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!" Small objects were blown about the room from the immense noise generated by the full power of a half Stone Ogre's lung capacity. This included a number of pixies. Grumbling slightly, the powerful being snagged Nabiki and set her across one shoulder like a sack of flour before leaving the room. "By the Rod Of Priapus, those idiots. Pixies, can't understand moderation in *anything.* So, I guess the words out that there's a mortal hanging out in the Faerie Realm. Probably be some UnSeelie heading this way to 'play' with you. When did you say you were returning to the Mortal Realm?" Nabiki was breathing a sigh of relief when a thought struck her. "Your speech. It's not rough anymore." Harold grunted. "Nabiki Tendo must be mistaken. Harold just dumb ogre. Harold not understand what Nabiki mean." "Yeah right," Nabiki frowned but shelved the concern for a moment. "What's going on with them anyway?" "Nabiki not know? Harold explain, even though Harold not speak well. Nabiki is Mortal, yes? Have soul, yes? Nabiki have mortal flesh, not strong magical defenses, yes?" "Yeah," Nabiki agreed. "Mortal Nabiki not stay in Faerie Realm too long. Draw entirely wrong attention. Mortal soul stand out here, mortal flesh tempt some faerie who not nice. Harold not like to see Nabiki turned inside out or worse. Many nice faerie want also play with Nabiki. Some want adopt as Mortal Godchild. Some want other things Nabiki can provide. All come for Nabiki if she stay too long here." "You'll protect me, won't you, Harold?" Nabiki was joking. She hadn't seen anything more threatening than a few driads and pixies so far. "Nabiki want Harold to protect her?" Harold grunted for a moment. "Sound like Harold get to do that soon. Nabiki hang on tight." "What are you?" Nabiki squeaked as Harold went from walking out the library to a jog to a run. "UnSeelie," grunted Harold. "Harold can smell it. Bad one." ----------------- Patterns were very important to faerie, luckily they knew enough about the other Senshi to extrapolate here. "Shampoo, can I be your agent?" "What mean agent?" "Means I fill out legal paperwork, keep the lawyers off your case, and get you additional money by getting you to pose for photos and things like that." "?!" Shampoo paused. "Sound like what Nabiki already doing except Shampoo get paid now... Sound good." Kodachi stepped into the alley and smiled at the sight. Three muggers who were menacing some poor girl. Perfect. How to get their attention. Ah, yes. "Lightning Ribbon!" Her ribbon snaked out, grabbed one of the muggers, and sent a miniature bolt of lightning into that unfortunate. Who immediately collapsed into a smoking and twitching heap. Kodachi's grin intensified. She loved her job. "Evildoers who seek to rob others of their hardwon money. Predators who seek to plunder the working masses. I, Sailor Rose, shall punish you." "Hey, baby, that's a cute outfit." One of the muggers grinned at her. "How about you and I go have some fun later?" "Let's have some fun NOW," purred Kodachi. "Breath Of Morpheus!" Kodachi's smile lost a little intensity. Great, she'd managed to tag the victim too. Well, at least she'd been using the slumber gas attack and not another Petal Shuriken Storm. EYECATCH------------- Sailor Amazon appears in a swirl of sakura petals. Flowing golden wings heralds Sailor Angel. A bolt of lightning forms Sailor Valkyrie. Swirling black rose petals herald Sailor Rose. Ranma is seen arguing with Nabiki, who is holding up a sailor fuku. --back to the fic---- Just for reference: consider these Champions(tm) abilities Sailor Angel (White Magic) Heavenly Healing Escalation - Healing 6d6 Area Effect radius, no range. Heaven's Fury- EB 12d6 only effective vs "dark" supernatural entities Angel Rhapsody- Regeneration usable on others, requires touch 3/REC Sailor Amazon (Air) Kawaii Hurricane - EB 6d6, area effect radius (wind with sakura petals) Cute Fog - Darkness 20" radius, pink fog Grand Lightning Dragon Devastation - EB 9d6 Armor Piercing Sailor Rose (Plants) Breath of Morpheus - sleep powder attack STUN only 8d6 area effect radius Petal Shuriken Storm - 6d6 Explosive EB Lightning Ribbon - 8d6 NND EB, defense is as against a taser Lightning Dragon - EB Explosive 9d6 Sailor Valkyrie (Water) Ice Storm - EB 4d6 Radius, increased radius (ice) Crescent Wave - EB 2d6 area effect line 2x knockback(wall of water) Just had a thought. Oberon is against them. Oberon has lieutenants. Oberon typically *sends* his lieutenants to get things done. King of the Dark Kingdom, and his Captains. Oh dear. Massive power, tons of soldiers. The way this maps over is spooky. And what if one of those underlings has been reading Sailor Moon comics? Say, the first one to go? The one who'll be setting the pattern for the rest to follow, uniform and all? "No, he's not a Dark Kingdom Captain." "How do you know?" Ukyo asked, poised for fighting. Kodachi posed, triumphantly pointing. "Because he's not *dressed* like one!" Dark Captain, sweating and mumbling to himself 'alright, I give in.' Raising his head he cried, "So! You have seen through my disquise!" Waves a hand to replace his costume with the stupid 'uniform' his predecessor had come up with... Negatively empowered Yakuzza clans? Free grunts, new angle, already evil and used to this line of works. Just a few extra powers and lots of willing redshirts, err, assistants. Why do I see a towering, evil panda bear with tentacles arising from his back? Hmm, you *do* realize that she has never met or encountered Kodachi yet, haven't you? A few fairy enchantments against scrying, standard equipment really, and she'd be this mysterious 'extra' sailor almost exactly like Sailor V was. Complete with mentor/guide and crimefighting (she's going to find work. No monsters equals some very peeved crime bosses). Which fits very well into how I see her. Smart, but not the smartest. Kind, but not the kindest. Strong, but not the strongest... Just a very high average of abilities that lets her work alone with confidence, yet makes her a great addition to the group. (snicker) Also a leader, of sorts. How would the other 'Senshi' react to this backup leader (remember you have to follow the princess when she's around. In her absence, however...) who really believes what they are doing is real? I wonder if that belief would be just the teeny bit contagious? (clutches belly laughing) And!... teeheehee, *gasp*... Oberon wants to KIDNAP the "Princess" they're all defending!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ??? A kind and gentle Kodachi? No, this is the Seelie. They may value life but the qualities of a Kasumi are beyond their kenning. Besides, this is a warrier girl, she has to be able to fight! Why do I have recurring images of Kodachi as Sailor Venus running through my head? Complete with cat, occassional ditziness (for disquise purposes - they've seen how well that it works) and other senshi-like attributes? Come to think of it, would they be able to resist giving her a unique color of hair? Blue, purpleish, blond, none of these are typical for Japanese. The only one with *normal* hair is.... brown. Oh dear. The senshi of oak and wood. Brown hair. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Oh Yes! Have I told you that I love this section? I do indeed. Now, Kodachi has to fit, patterns are very important to the Fae. Luckily, they know the pattern for Senshi. Amazon started off using wind powers. Wind and light are closely related so they'd most likely think of that as her gig (maybe metal too, but seeing as how she swings around all those weapons...), making her Venus' counterpart in combat powers. Actually, that raises a big question. Do these Senshi go off of the traditional four Greek elements or the Oriental five? Well, since air is not an Oriental element and that's what the first attack was, that's gotta be what they use, Greek. Okay, Sailor Amazon's got Air pegged down. Hurricanes, wind blasts, flying, and all that would be her gig. Healing/Purity is obviously covered by Sailor Angel, and even if it isn't a traditional element, Sailor Moon does it, so it has to be valid for Senshi. That leaves Earth, Water and Fire. WHY do I picture an Earth-Senshi dealing with growing things and tossing about lightning? Why? Isn't Lightning Ribbon as an attack just too.... um, suitable? Normally, I'd argue that lightning was the province of Air, but that's never been rigidly defined. Besides, there's precident. Lightning Dragon as a higher attack form. No, I can picture the faerie *loving* this one! They'd have all sorts of sprites just *begging* to be her companion/guide! The 'official' reason would be to make sure they got her to fit right, and to help her over any lingering uncertainty or dark traces. The REAL reason would be this was just too much fun to pass up! I hope Pearlydawn gets it! Sprites can transform to look like cats, right? At least until it's no longer needed? Like until they realize that these Senshi use faerie instead of cats? You might want to explore that. (giggle) this raises an issue. Kodachi and Pearlydawn would be convinced this was the Real Thing they were playing here! How would the others react to this unshakable belief? Hmm, on a last note, Earth and Air would be taken on this route, so that leaves Fire and Water. Ranma strikes me as an obvious choice for Fire, red hair and all, and Nabiki... At first I was going to argue the point with myself, but then she's been talking that shark/dolphin debate for awhile now... What to call them, though? ---------- The lead UnSeelie, a venomous creature that combined aspects of a moray eel and some huge spider, raised a razor sharp foreleg to strike down the crowd's protector. A golden bolt ripped through the offending forelimb. The shadows of an alleyway rippled and a man stepped out. Dressed in ornate samurai armor, the figure stood a little over two meters in height and was sighting another arrow along a golden daikyu. He loosed the shaft, and it became a fiery golden blast that cleanly seperated the moray's head from his neck. "Sailor Rose, do not weaken before the foul denizens of the UnSeelie who seek to pollute the mortal plane. Sailor Red and Sailor White, be strong. I, Samurai Mask, will hold off these unworthies while you regroup." "Rather more effective than throwing roses, though less romantic," commented Sailor Red. "He's just one mortal," commented an UnSeelie who really should have known better. "What can he do?" "He's one mortal, all right," said a somewhat more clever UnSeelie who was readying a teleport spell. "Backed by faerie magic and carrying enough dwarven magic in those weapons and armor to outfit a proper hero. Tell you what, Smedley, why don't you hold 'em off while I go have a nip down at the pub, eh?" "He's got magical weapons?" The vast majority of the UnSeelie immediately proved why they were 11th and 10th Circle. "We can divvy 'em up among us when we pry 'em out of his cold dead fingers then, eh?" Sigmund, Lord Of Crickets, proved why he was an UnSeelie of the 9th Circle and considered a promising young executive among the evil faerie. He left before the rain of slicing and dicing began. The katana had been perfected over ages, becoming one of the most effective sword designs ever to come out of a forge. Dwarven magic enhanced that design, binding runes of sharpness and speed. Faerie magic enhanced the arms that wielded the sword, increasing strength and speed. The wielder was a very skilled swordsman to begin with. The crowd oohed and aahed as pieces of monster were filletted in midair. Some "youma" were cut in half, or quarters, or into numerous tiny slices as Samurai Mask passed by. One unlucky crablike fellow found a Japanese waka had been enscribed onto his shell. Just as it appeared that the crowd of UnSeelie was about to overwhelm him, the Sailors returned to the fray. Sailor Rose pulled a rose out, quickly transmuting it to her dreaded rose- whip attack. Sailor White pulled a three-section-staff out of her sleeves. Sailor Red hefted a small sedan. The fight began again, but without some of the heavy-hitters on the UnSeelie side, the tide had turned. -------Nerima------------ "Another muffin, Akane?" "I'm stuffed, Yoshi. Where did you learn to cook like that?" "Well, when Mom took her 'walk', I had to take over all her duties and keep my GPA up. I ended up taking Home Ec since that'd kill two birds, y'know." Yoshi looked a little embarrassed but his eyes shone when he looked at Akane. "Well, I..." Akane leaned forward, wanting to thank this juku student for all his help. Yoshi drifted closer, trembling slightly and seemingly hypnotized by the look in her eyes. "I..." "Uhm," Akane noticed they were almost touching. Just a little closer and... "Oh dear, look at the time," Soun rushed in. "Gee, Kitase-san, you'd better get going. Thanks for dinner!" Akane sighed, another moment ruined. And it was only 6pm... AND on a Sunday. ------------------- Akane sighed deeply, looking at the newspaper article depicting Sailor Rose's fight with member with petty criminals and supernatural beasts. "Something wrong, Akane?" Yoshinori Kitase looked across the dinner table and tried to read the offending article upside down. Vanilla, invited inside to get out of the rain, merely looked faintly puzzled. "Your Dad and Mister Saotome are out trying to track down Ranma again, so you can speak openly." "It's just..." Akane scooped a dumb-bell off the floor and bent it in her hands a moment later. "Somehow I got this incredible strength, and here Sailor Rose is doing the sort of thing *I* always wanted to. To be the dashing martial arts hero who uses her skills for good." Vanilla nodded, following that much at least with her rudimentry Japanese. "Ah," Yoshi said after a moment. "You know that's kind of dangerous, even with your considerable skill and that strength of yours. Even with the extra training Vanilla-san is giving you in her Amazon wu shu." "Yeah, but I'd just want to..." Akane's voice trailed off as she briefly imagined *Akane* as the dashing young heroine, defending the weak, rescuing people (why did that look like Yoshi-kun in her arms?) and vanishing mysteriously in the night (with a dramatic flourish.) Yoshi smiled a little sadly. "You know, Akane, I'll support you in whatever decision you make." Akane nodded. She knew she could count on Yoshi. He wouldn't do anything she asked him to, but if she wanted help on something - he'd bend his schedule to accomodate her as much as he could. Vanilla studied the surveillance device she'd crushed earlier. She wished she could find some use for the things, they were beginning to pile up. "Would be good training." "Hmmm?" Akane blinked. "You're not actually suggesting I do it, are you?" "Vanilla suggest so. Why not? Is not just you, is Vanilla too. We go, we fight, we train. Is path of martial artist to seek always to improve skills. Akane very strong. Vanilla have many skills. We go and try this, at least, yes?" Akane shut her mouth. Well, if it were TRAINING, then she could justify the time to herself. Her father, THAT was something else altogether."O-Okay." Yoshinori frowned slightly but banished it. "Akane, it's dangerous, but if you're determined to do this, I'll try making you a Sailor costume." "You can sew too?" Akane blinked, amazed that here was another skill Yoshi was pulling out of his hat. "Vanilla good seamstress too. If act part, must look part, yes?"