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Generated Theme Song...
The Die Rolled: 5
A poem from the 18'th century, plus one to all rolls!
(except relationship, senshi rolls.)
Generated Pretense...
The Die Rolled: 4
Simple Matchup. The story is simply a cover for WAFF
Generated Entrance...
The Die Rolled: 6
Setsuna changed time to acquire Ranma's services.
Generated the not-so-important plot...
The Die Rolled: 4
Saffron related to Beryl!
They are: Third cousins, once removed, through marriage by a great aunt.
Generated the end-to-fiancees...
The Die Rolled: 4
I'm hungry, so I'll just skip the fiancee's (mentioned in author's notes).
Generated background information...
The Die Rolled: 3
Story takes place in Juuban, mostly.
Generated the Main Relationship...
The Die Rolled: 6
Ranma is related to Sailor Uranus, in this way: Distant Cousins (2nd or 3rd).
Also, Ranma has a romantic relationship with Sailor Moon. (O_O;;)
The same Senshi is allowed, but it can be tricky.
Generated Plot Twist...
The Die Rolled: 3
Disgusting interlude about Luna/Artemis, or a Bondage scene between two untaken Senshi and Ranma! (Muwahahah!)
"Earth's Answer" by William Blake
Earth rais'd up her head
From the darkness dread and drear.
Her light fled,
Stony dread!
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
"Prison'd on wat'ry shore,
Starry Jealousy does keep my den:
Cold and hoar,
Weeping o'er,
I hear the Father of the ancient men.
Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chain'd in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear?
Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in darkness plow?
Break this heavy chain
That does freeze my bones around.
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bondage bound."
Damn that bitch! That insufferable incompetent bitch. Saffron hovered nervously running a hand through his hair his wings shivered with tension. Even with the power he had given her, deprived his people of to help her, she was failing. Spectacularly failing. If her blood was not being spilled at this very moment, he would seek it himself.
Family be damned.
Focus, he raged at himself, this is no time for lost causes. He eyed the human before him and again cursed his cousin. None of this would have happened if he had not tried to rush the ritual. All to help her. He was foolish and his people's home was paying the price.
If he had been in his right mind he would never have consented his power. If he had not been so young when the plea from Beryl arrived... If he had been an adult, or older at the least, he would have crushed the messenger under his foot and spit on the remains. If he had only remembered!
His rise to power was flawed. It seemed such a small flaw. He didn't remember, that was the problem. He had lived over and over. Reborn into this world a thousand times over to rule the Phoenix people, and each time he forgot more and more of his beginnings. Fragments of his first lives where only an annoying mist; cruel snippets of emotion along the edges of his mind - a blurred image, a flash of color, a scent.
He cried out in rage as the human boy sliced through his wing. He remembered....
.....The night was cold and the moon was beautiful like it always was. The halo of silver light hung gently in the sky. He was unsettled. The moon was peaceful, a kingdom of happiness and united under a fair ruler. On clear nights Saffron always found himself on this very balcony staring into the sky.
It was strange really. He felt he should be happy for that kingdom in the sky. It was everything that he wanted for his own people; peace, happiness, and health. Why, then, did he feel flashes of disgust? Queen Serenity provided everything her people wanted: security. She had calmed the fears of the peasants upon her ascension to the thrown and brought about the great unity.
Was that it then? Was he misreading himself? Was he jealous? What a ridiculous thought, he scoffed at himself. What did it all matter? He shook his head. Why bother contemplating such matters of irrelevance. The Earth was not yet part of the alliance and by the state of things in the major royal courts of Earth it was not likely to come about for a long time.
A slim hand on his shoulder roused Saffron from his thoughts. He didn't turn his gaze from the skies.
"Ah, dear cousin. I knew I would find you here." Beryl chittered a little laugh. "You are like clockwork."
His lips curled into a smirk despite himself. He snorted.
"Why do you keep pestering me, Beryl? 'Dear cousin,' indeed. The answer is still no. I have no intention of changing it. You are on a fool's mission. You seek nothing but disaster, girl." he said.
Beryl's mouth opened and closed in outrage. "How dare you, you pompous ass! You have yet to hear me out and already you refuse? I came to ask your favor in exchange for -"
"- I've heard you time and time again and nothing has changed! What right do you have to ask me for such things, for such favors? Can you do nothing for yourself! You seek a throne too far beyond your reach! You could never hope to -"
"- It's different now!" Beryl bristled. "The situation has changed! Metallia has granted me an unimaginable boon! And with Kunzite it is only a matter of time before the rest see my views. If you join with me, we will be unstoppable. I am prepared to offer you a tidy reward and land. It would be for the good of your people! For all the people!"
Saffron turned, his hair whipping into his eyes. He brushed it aside and glared at the woman in front of him. "Get out of my sight." It was as simple as that. His sharp tone left no room for argument and promised pain if even a sound was uttered.
Beryl straightened, a glare firmly in place. Her hands were clenched into white knuckled fists and she turned sharply on her heel and strode from his chambers. It didn't matter. His help would have made it a little easier on her troops, but wasn't a necessity. She shook her head, sending her red hair into a frenzy. His short sightedness would be his kingdom's downfall.
The night passed into day and then into weeks. Reports came to him of tensions and fears among the Endymion lines. They worried him. Not only Kunzite, but now Zoisite had turned. The rumors were flying fast, each one more horrible than the last.
King Endymion was accusing him for the betrayals. War ready troops had been seen camping at the boarders to the Phoenix lands. Their campfires twinkled like a sea of earth bound stars at night.
Saffron had ordered his people be ready. He had arranged talks with Prince Endymion. If he could not speak to the king directly, then he would work through his son.
So he sat and waited for the Prince to show. He had promised safe passage for Prince Endymion and his guards on the Phoenix lands for this series of meetings. Any mistakes now would only provoke violence on the strained relations.
"Your highness," a skinny nameless servant bowed before him. "Prince Endymion is here; shall I send him in?"
Saffron nodded and the servant scrambled out. He approached the mahogany table in the middle of the room. It was a large decadent room used exclusively for receiving guest of high importance. The marble floors gleamed, freshly cleaned. The rice screens where opened to allow a wonderful view of the valleys and hills below the mountain palace and the sunshine spilled in thickly on the richly decorated walls. Each generation's top artist was hired to add fine detail to the room. On the south wall there was an elegant painting of a rising phoenix, its wings spread, head thrown back in a triumphant cry, the flames around it were actual gold.
It was an impressive room indeed. Fit for royalty.
The dark wooden doors opened and he tensed. Endymion entered confidently, two of his personal guard with him and a handful of elite soldiers a few feet behind. He was dressed in his formal armor, his sword hung primly from his side.
He was the picture of inexperience in Saffron's opinion. He felt himself relax, this would be better than he thought. He offered the young man a friendly smile as he approached. "Welcome to my home. Please be at ease."
The winged man smiled a little more as Endymion nodded his thanks and dismissed the elite to wait outside. He was happy that he had decided before the Prince's arrival against having his own guards present. It was a risky decision he knew, but he felt their presence would have promoted hostilities.
The Prince approached the King of the Phoenix with hand extended. They grasped hands firmly.
Saffron gasped in pain and staggered back. His hand darted to his neck and came away bloodied. His eyes locked with Endymion.
Endymion stared stony faced. In his left hand a dagger he had pulled from the sleeve of his right. His jaw firmed and he stepped forward to finish....
...... He threw his head back in rage. His first death wrought by a mortal so long ago. How could he have let that happen? So humiliating... Never again would he fail like that. Never!
He brought his hands in front of him and gathered his fires into the most powerful blast he could muster. This landling would pay for the sins of his brothers. They had tried to destroy him, destroy them all.
He growled and released his attack at the pig-tailed boy. Then all was white.
Beryl screamed in pain as the white power of the Moon Kingdom impacted with her body. Then all was white.
------ possible scene from Chapter 1---
Sailor Pluto leaned on her staff dozing before the Time Gate. She was exhausted from hours of watching and fretting over the battle between Beryl and the senshi. They won in the end. It had cost them all dearly, but victory was all that mattered.
She sighed and more of her weight leaned on the staff. She could finally relax for a little while. It was a nice feeling.
Skrii... Skriik.. The staff slid a little along the polished floor before giving way under Setsuna's weight. She and the staff crashed to the ground. The garnet rod bounced...right into the surface of the Time Gate. A ripple formed and spread like a pebble hitting the surface of a pond.
The Senshi of Time stared. Oh shit.
----
okay.. what do you think? C&C please.. _ No one ever C&Cs my writing.. am I not worthy of even a little flame? hehe.
Title suggestions very welcome.
Generated Theme Song...
The Die Rolled: 5
A poem from the 18'th century, plus one to all rolls!
(except relationship, senshi rolls.)
Generated Pretense...
The Die Rolled: 4
Simple Matchup. The story is simply a cover for WAFF
Generated Entrance...
The Die Rolled: 6
Setsuna changed time to acquire Ranma's services.
Generated the not-so-important plot...
The Die Rolled: 4
Saffron related to Beryl!
They are: Third cousins, once removed, through marriage by a great aunt.
Generated the end-to-fiancees...
The Die Rolled: 4
I'm hungry, so I'll just skip the fiancee's (mentioned in author's notes).
Generated background information...
The Die Rolled: 3
Story takes place in Juuban, mostly.
Generated the Main Relationship...
The Die Rolled: 6
Ranma is related to Sailor Uranus, in this way: Distant Cousins (2nd or 3rd).
Also, Ranma has a romantic relationship with Sailor Moon. (O_O;;)
The same Senshi is allowed, but it can be tricky.
Generated Plot Twist...
The Die Rolled: 3
Disgusting interlude about Luna/Artemis, or a Bondage scene between two untaken Senshi and Ranma! (Muwahahah!)
"Earth's Answer" by William Blake
Earth rais'd up her head
From the darkness dread and drear.
Her light fled,
Stony dread!
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
"Prison'd on wat'ry shore,
Starry Jealousy does keep my den:
Cold and hoar,
Weeping o'er,
I hear the Father of the ancient men.
Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chain'd in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear?
Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in darkness plow?
Break this heavy chain
That does freeze my bones around.
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bondage bound."
Damn that bitch! That insufferable incompetent bitch. Saffron hovered nervously running a hand through his hair his wings shivered with tension. Even with the power he had given her, deprived his people of to help her, she was failing. Spectacularly failing. If her blood was not being spilled at this very moment, he would seek it himself.
Family be damned.
Focus, he raged at himself, this is no time for lost causes. He eyed the human before him and again cursed his cousin. None of this would have happened if he had not tried to rush the ritual. All to help her. He was foolish and his people's home was paying the price.
If he had been in his right mind he would never have consented his power. If he had not been so young when the plea from Beryl arrived... If he had been an adult, or older at the least, he would have crushed the messenger under his foot and spit on the remains. If he had only remembered!
His rise to power was flawed. It seemed such a small flaw. He didn't remember, that was the problem. He had lived over and over. Reborn into this world a thousand times over to rule the Phoenix people, and each time he forgot more and more of his beginnings. Fragments of his first lives where only an annoying mist; cruel snippets of emotion along the edges of his mind - a blurred image, a flash of color, a scent.
He cried out in rage as the human boy sliced through his wing. He remembered....
.....The night was cold and the moon was beautiful like it always was. The halo of silver light hung gently in the sky. He was unsettled. The moon was peaceful, a kingdom of happiness and united under a fair ruler. On clear nights Saffron always found himself on this very balcony staring into the sky.
It was strange really. He felt he should be happy for that kingdom in the sky. It was everything that he wanted for his own people; peace, happiness, and health. Why, then, did he feel flashes of disgust? Queen Serenity provided everything her people wanted: security. She had calmed the fears of the peasants upon her ascension to the thrown and brought about the great unity.
Was that it then? Was he misreading himself? Was he jealous? What a ridiculous thought, he scoffed at himself. What did it all matter? He shook his head. Why bother contemplating such matters of irrelevance. The Earth was not yet part of the alliance and by the state of things in the major royal courts of Earth it was not likely to come about for a long time.
A slim hand on his shoulder roused Saffron from his thoughts. He didn't turn his gaze from the skies.
"Ah, dear cousin. I knew I would find you here." Beryl chittered a little laugh. "You are like clockwork."
His lips curled into a smirk despite himself. He snorted.
"Why do you keep pestering me, Beryl? 'Dear cousin,' indeed. The answer is still no. I have no intention of changing it. You are on a fool's mission. You seek nothing but disaster, girl." he said.
Beryl's mouth opened and closed in outrage. "How dare you, you pompous ass! You have yet to hear me out and already you refuse? I came to ask your favor in exchange for -"
"- I've heard you time and time again and nothing has changed! What right do you have to ask me for such things, for such favors? Can you do nothing for yourself! You seek a throne too far beyond your reach! You could never hope to -"
"- It's different now!" Beryl bristled. "The situation has changed! Metallia has granted me an unimaginable boon! And with Kunzite it is only a matter of time before the rest see my views. If you join with me, we will be unstoppable. I am prepared to offer you a tidy reward and land. It would be for the good of your people! For all the people!"
Saffron turned, his hair whipping into his eyes. He brushed it aside and glared at the woman in front of him. "Get out of my sight." It was as simple as that. His sharp tone left no room for argument and promised pain if even a sound was uttered.
Beryl straightened, a glare firmly in place. Her hands were clenched into white knuckled fists and she turned sharply on her heel and strode from his chambers. It didn't matter. His help would have made it a little easier on her troops, but wasn't a necessity. She shook her head, sending her red hair into a frenzy. His short sightedness would be his kingdom's downfall.
The night passed into day and then into weeks. Reports came to him of tensions and fears among the Endymion lines. They worried him. Not only Kunzite, but now Zoisite had turned. The rumors were flying fast, each one more horrible than the last.
King Endymion was accusing him for the betrayals. War ready troops had been seen camping at the boarders to the Phoenix lands. Their campfires twinkled like a sea of earth bound stars at night.
Saffron had ordered his people be ready. He had arranged talks with Prince Endymion. If he could not speak to the king directly, then he would work through his son.
So he sat and waited for the Prince to show. He had promised safe passage for Prince Endymion and his guards on the Phoenix lands for this series of meetings. Any mistakes now would only provoke violence on the strained relations.
"Your highness," a skinny nameless servant bowed before him. "Prince Endymion is here; shall I send him in?"
Saffron nodded and the servant scrambled out. He approached the mahogany table in the middle of the room. It was a large decadent room used exclusively for receiving guest of high importance. The marble floors gleamed, freshly cleaned. The rice screens where opened to allow a wonderful view of the valleys and hills below the mountain palace and the sunshine spilled in thickly on the richly decorated walls. Each generation's top artist was hired to add fine detail to the room. On the south wall there was an elegant painting of a rising phoenix, its wings spread, head thrown back in a triumphant cry, the flames around it were actual gold.
It was an impressive room indeed. Fit for royalty.
The dark wooden doors opened and he tensed. Endymion entered confidently, two of his personal guard with him and a handful of elite soldiers a few feet behind. He was dressed in his formal armor, his sword hung primly from his side.
He was the picture of inexperience in Saffron's opinion. He felt himself relax, this would be better than he thought. He offered the young man a friendly smile as he approached. "Welcome to my home. Please be at ease."
The winged man smiled a little more as Endymion nodded his thanks and dismissed the elite to wait outside. He was happy that he had decided before the Prince's arrival against having his own guards present. It was a risky decision he knew, but he felt their presence would have promoted hostilities.
The Prince approached the King of the Phoenix with hand extended. They grasped hands firmly.
Saffron gasped in pain and staggered back. His hand darted to his neck and came away bloodied. His eyes locked with Endymion.
Endymion stared stony faced. In his left hand a dagger he had pulled from the sleeve of his right. His jaw firmed and he stepped forward to finish....
...... He threw his head back in rage. His first death wrought by a mortal so long ago. How could he have let that happen? So humiliating... Never again would he fail like that. Never!
He brought his hands in front of him and gathered his fires into the most powerful blast he could muster. This landling would pay for the sins of his brothers. They had tried to destroy him, destroy them all.
He growled and released his attack at the pig-tailed boy. Then all was white.
Beryl screamed in pain as the white power of the Moon Kingdom impacted with her body. Then all was white.
------ possible scene from Chapter 1---
Sailor Pluto leaned on her staff dozing before the Time Gate. She was exhausted from hours of watching and fretting over the battle between Beryl and the senshi. They won in the end. It had cost them all dearly, but victory was all that mattered.
She sighed and more of her weight leaned on the staff. She could finally relax for a little while. It was a nice feeling.
Skrii... Skriik.. The staff slid a little along the polished floor before giving way under Setsuna's weight. She and the staff crashed to the ground. The garnet rod bounced...right into the surface of the Time Gate. A ripple formed and spread like a pebble hitting the surface of a pond.
The Senshi of Time stared. Oh shit.
----
okay.. what do you think? C&C please.. _ No one ever C&Cs my writing.. am I not worthy of even a little flame? hehe.
Title suggestions very welcome.