Authors / Notes: A little more recap from RSVP I: The Fellowship of the Ron in this chapter. If you haven't read part one, you'll enjoy RSVP II a lot more if you go back and read part one, first. Go to my Profile Page for the link if you have trouble finding it.
And here's a little oddity I've recently discovered: some readers are able to post a second review to the chapters that I have previously taken down and reposted. Don't go crazy, now…
Required Disclaimer: If you've read all of my disclaimers for RSVP: The Fellowship of the Ron—there's no reason to believe that my authorial rights have changed in any way. Kim Possible and all things created by Lord Disney are the handiwork of his dominion. I make no claims to ownership or copyright: this is a not-for-"prophet" fan-fiction and it hath no place in the Kim Possible Dimension Prime nor any part of the Disneyverse. Amen.
Chapter Two – Get Set…
The old warehouse, just a couple of blocks away from the Upperton Campus, had undergone major renovations just a few years before. A tech company had upgraded the wiring and plumbing, replaced the whole physical plant with state of the art HVAC and IT ports and wiring and built in a veritable warren of offices, conference rooms, and storage spaces in the west wing going up three stories. The east wing remained open and cavernous, waiting for the machinery and inventory that would never come.
They were just weeks away from installing staff and manufacturing equipment when the company went bankrupt. The real estate bubble burst shortly thereafter and building sat empty for several years until chance put a young black woman inside, thanks to her friendship with the realtor's daughter. Her misfortune in being wounded by a stray bullet turned to her good fortune when Ron Stoppable, stopping by to bring her some personal effects for her hospital stay, saw potentials and possibilities in the big empty building.
So he bought it.
He could afford it, thanks to his father's wise investment of his ongoing Naco royalties, plus his inheritance from his parents' deaths, and the insurance settlements. Plus, in the current economy and real estate market, he was able to pick up the building for a veritable song. And, thanks to the recent, rehab work, converting the offices into apartments and living quarters was coming along faster and cheaper than expected.
Which was good because other parts of the warehouse were undergoing some less conventional and more expensive rehabbing than might be expected of a restaurant, mini-mall and apartment complex.
Yoshiko Kyoko had her suspicions. She had been GJ operative for five years—four of them undercover at Nakasumi Industries. She knew her way around warehouses and factories and there were construction irregularities going on in the basement and on the supposedly non-existent fourth floor that didn't jibe with any of the public plans and blueprints.
She hadn't discussed any of this with Dr. Director. At times it felt as if she were under some kind of "compulsion" to avoid the topic…
But the "real" reason it hadn't come up was that Global Justice was in a bit of disarray following the disappearances of Kim Possible and several other Middleton residents with ties to her. Then came the appearance of a new super-villain. The assaults on or murders of various members of the Possible and Stoppable families, Global Justice agents and even suspects in Global Justice custody made the Director vulnerable to the kinds of inter-agency sniping and conflicts that were underway now. And then there was the encounter with the shard of the Tempus Simia that had resulted in the bizarre transformations of the director as well as Anne and Joss Possible.
It was no wonder that Betty had had little time to debrief her.
And, after all, her current assignment was primarily: One, guard Ron Stoppable and his sister Hana and Two, observe and report anything unusual related to either.
Well, as to number two...where would she begin?
Should she talk about the toddler who could walk up walls and run, upside-down, around the ceiling? Or about her big brother whose brown eyes sometimes flashed blue like an old Crystal Gale song and who tended to float a good foot off of the ground while meditating in the lotus position?
Yoshi walked about their temporary quarters, straightening up and deciding what could go into the moving boxes right now and what would be needed for a few days more. As she worked her way through the main room she came across a dog-eared paperback book that she had noticed Ron reading late into the previous night.
Picking it up, she examined the title on the spine: Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Sitting down in the chair that he had occupied last night after he put his little sister to bed, she opened the worn and well-handled pages, turning to the place marked with a spray of pressed flowers. With a start, she realized that the odd mix of still-colorful blossoms were familiar to her. Here was a delicate spiral of pink and white blossoms, a member of the orchid family called Nejibana or "twisting flower." The gaijin called them "Ladies'-tresses." The scarlet-orange Komakusa and pinkish-purple Hakusan-fuuro were layered over a spray of delicate white Hakusan-ichige. They were alpine flowers, found high in the mountains of her native Japan.
There was something in his file…a marriage… Yoshi's eyes widened: she had read his file, yet it was as if she had forgotten some of the most salient facts about the young man she was assigned to observe and protect.
He was a widower. His wife, a Japanese national named Yori, had perished in the tsunami following the great quake a couple of months back. No wonder he brooded late at night when he thought he was unobserved…
She lifted the pressed flowers from the page and gently laid them aside as she skimmed the previous couple of pages.
Her employer, it seemed, was studying Emerson's Fourth Essay on "Self Reliance." He had marked several sentences and she read them now, committing them to memory for later analysis.
Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist…
And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not pinched in a corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but redeemers and benefactors, pious aspirants to be noble clay under the Almighty effort let us advance on Chaos and the Dark…
My life should be unique; it should be an alms, a battle, a conquest, a medicine...
In the margin, penned in his own handwriting, was the phrase: "Never be normal!"
And then she saw the passage that was double-underlined and slightly blurred by the circular ripples of two, unmistakable tear stains: It is only as a man puts off from himself all external support and stands alone that I see him to be strong and to prevail. He is weaker by every recruit to his banner…
Her own sudden tears dimmed the final sentence and she had to wipe at her eyes to see it clearly:Is not a man better than a town?
Yoshi carefully replaced the flowers between the pages he had marked and rose on unsteady feet. The words echoed over and over in her mind and in her heart...
Is not a man better than a town?
Who was this young man and what else had been edited out of her now untrustworthy memory?
It was a mystery that she could no longer resist.
RSVP
Jocelyn Possible watched her aunt as she slowly worked her way around the circumference of the opaque force field that now enveloped her former home.
It was positively freaky to see Dr. Anne Possible, noted neuro-surgeon and mature mother of three, in the body of a twenty-five year-old. In her "mission" clothes—cargos and crop-top black pullover—she was…well…hot! Even on the cusp of forty, she had always kept herself in shape; eight to twelve hour surgeries required a lot of stamina. And Joss had heard how her aunt had once been a cheerleader and a gymnast back in her college days. There had even been an attempt to recruit her for the Olympic Team but her pregnancy with Kim had derailed that.
Her stomach, now, was flat as a board and beginning to show some definition from the seemingly endless crunches she performed as a part of her daily exercise regimen. Joss ran her hand across her own bared midriff and noted that she could stand to work her own core a little more.
The barely pubescent teen had morphed into a more voluptuous version of the Possible template, with a bust and hips that allowed her to be a little soft around the middle. She wasn't pudgy by any normal standards but she lacked the delicate shading of muscles that separated the athletic from the genetically lucky. Maybe she should start running with Ron Stoppable on his morning jogs…
The problem was her schedule.
Although she currently possessed the physical attributes of a college graduate, she had only completed her sophomore year of high school. Ron had arranged for a tutor so that she could continue her education without the awk-weird-ness of sitting in a high school classroom with a bunch of sixteen year-olds. But baby-sitting her aunt and studying didn't leave her much time and energy for anything else.
The hardest part of this whole sitch was her aunt's breakdown. Bad enough that she was almost killed by a rogue ninja assassin and sustained nerve damage in her hand that had effectively ended her surgical career. But then the Stoppable home had exploded and burned to the ground, along with her husband and sons as well as Ron's parents. All of that on top of Kim disappearing last year had been too much and her mind had somehow decided that the world needed "Kim Possible" more than "Anne Possible."
Anne Possible now believed that she was Kimberly "Ann" Possible!
The GJ psychiatrist had said that it was a harmless—maybe even healthy—defense mechanism, given all that she had been through. He had strongly urged all of them to humor her until such time as she was better able to process her grief.
Well, that had been hard, at first, but two things were making it easier, now.
First, Ron had talked her into letting everyone call her "Ann" as befitting her new status as an adult and a probationary agent for Global Justice. Believing that she was Kimberly Ann Possible made this name change relatively easy for her to agree to. It made it easier for everyone else to call her by her real name—Anne—and reduce the amount of confusion all around.
The second problem was the freakier issue: Kim's mom, believing that she was Kim, had been crushing pretty hard on poor Ron since her little break down and it had been awkweird, to say the least!
Fortunately, she had stopped crushing ever since Ron got back from that mission to rescue Bonnie's sisters.
Joss frowned as she thought back. Funny thing: some of the details of that mission were still fuzzy in her own mind. She could recall parts of the mission with crystal clarity…but anything having to do with Ron Stoppable seemed fuzzy or down right elusive.
What was up with that?
As someone who had just been majorly whammied with mystical, transformative energies, she was suddenly suspicious of the fact that her mind seemed to have been tampered with.
But if your mind has been tampered with, how do you trust it to recognize the truth when you go looking for it?
And who do you talk to when mystical powers may have been involved?
Maybe she should start with Ron Stoppable…
RSVP
Ron Stoppable was meditating in an empty broom closet.
It was the only place in the building where he could escape the scrutiny of his friends and the work crews that swarmed through the building like busy ants in an overturned mound.
As he assumed the lotus position in the dark closet and sought to regulate his breathing, it seemed as if he could already feel a mystic presence that was not of this world.
Not of this world and very impatient!
Rufus, buddy! he greeted the ball of flickering light as it appeared inside his deeper consciousness.
This was not the naked mole rat that had been Ron's beloved pet and companion until he was brutally murdered by the Synthokim last year.
At least, not exactly…
When Ron was very young he had enjoyed the companionship of an imaginary friend named Rufus. Years later, when he adopted the baby rodent, he had named it Rufus, subconsciously channeling his fond memories of that special bond he had enjoyed when he was a child.
Only recently had Sensei revealed that his imaginary friend wasn't so imaginary but a spirit totem or animal guide.
According to Sensei, it was extraordinary that Ron had been able to commune directly with this presence at such a young age. Even more amazing, it had bonded, in part, with his pet, giving the tiny animal a portion of its essence. This enabled it to talk after a fashion and behave as a higher being on many occasions.
Ronald Dean Stoppable, the ball of light answered, you must rescind your commands of forgetfulness!
Wow, Ron responded, no "hello," no "how are you," just cut right to the chase with no social pleasantries whatsoever.
You have invoked impossible alterations to fabric of perceptual reality. Something has to give. In fact, some things already are.
Ron instantly grew serious. Aw man—how bad?
It depends on your definitions, at this point. No irrevocable harm has been done, yet.
That's good.
I said "yet." The situation is starting to unravel on a number of fronts. The instability will continue to grow.
He sighed. Alright, lay it on me.
By using your Mystical Monkey Power to "wish" that those who thought that they were in love with you would "forget" you, you created three points of instability.
First, given the videos of your heroics against the Lowardians on the worldwide web—and I stress the "worldwide"—you were already the object of obsession for hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of crushing fans. Your sphere of influence could only be extended so far and those at the periphery and beyond continue to leach from the area of effect so that even those closest to you are in an area of MMP imbalance that fades in its effect on a daily basis.
Second, by trying to generically edit the emotional memories of others, you create an imbalance in their cognitive history. As they become aware of the irregularities in their recall of certain events tied to you, they begin to question and focus on the gaps which will unleash the suppressed memories over time. Recovered memories will accumulate. As too how much and how quickly? The variables for each individual are incalculable at this point.
Finally, even if those past memories and emotions were to remain inaccessible, time moves forward and what developed once may redevelop as a matter of propinquity. In other words, even suppressing the aspect of your MMP that was stimulating their libidos in the past, you may find that certain feelings may emerge anew over time.
You mean if they dug the Ron-man once, they might start digging him again.
It was a ball of pulsing light and yet there was the distinct impression of eyes being rolled. Crudely and obnoxiously put but…yes.
So how do I fix this? Is there some way to re-suppress those memories or feelings as they start coming out, again?
Ronald, even if you possessed ten times, a hundred times, the powers that you have now—even if it were possible to do what you imagine in a permanent sense—it would place your feet on the path to villainy. Even now you have been tainted a little by this last wish.
I was only trying to spare people's feelings.
Especially your own. But you can't abrogate other's rights, their own emotional and spiritual agency by exercising power over their thoughts and emotions. Remember the moodulator chip?
Ron thought for a moment. Yeah, Shego was all villainous back then but what Dr. D did to her just wasn't right!
Not just Shego, Ronald, but Kim Possible, as well.
Kim Possible? That's Dr. Possible's daughter, right? The Synthodrone that tried to kill me was made to look like her for some reason.
See, Ronald, your own memories have been edited as well. You knew Kim Possible well and yet you can hardly remember her, now.
So, somebody edited my memories, as well?
That's right. How do you feel about that?
He pondered for a moment. I don't like it.
Well, booyah.
Aw man, that's just wrong.
I won't say booyah if you stop calling yourself the Ron-man.
Deal.
So, you don't like having your own memories rearranged?
Yeah, point taken. I'll stay out of the amnesia business from now on. So how do I undo it?
On yourself or the others?
The others, first.
A natural decay has already set in. Let the process unfold without any further interference. You may, however, have to do some explaining as some people begin to recover certain thoughts and feelings.
Oboy...
"Oh boy" is too right. As I was saying the specific parameters were too general and the area of effect too wide to be sustainable on an ongoing basis. It should decay naturally as long as you don't try to alter it any further.
So, my memories will return as well.
Probably not.
What? Why not?
Because you were the only target. Because the memories that were erased were of an entire person and not just a subset of feelings related to a larger memory matrix. And because—unlike the ladies who were the targets of your recent attempt to reorganize their thoughts—you actually want to forget what you've forgotten.
So, who did this to me?
You did.
Huh? Why?
Because you thought that it would be too painful to remember.
And…was it?
I will not lie to you: you have been through a difficult year, Ron Stoppable.
I lost Rufus—you know, the other Rufus? And I lost Yori. I-I lost my parents. Could anything be more painful than those things?
Apparently so.
Then I don't want to remember.
Ronald. There are different kinds of pain. Sometimes feeling nothing is far worse than feeling anything or everything else. Your wish was granted in the belief that a short respite might help you through the worst of it. But it was only meant to be temporary. In blotting out all feelings and most memories of the most important person in your life, you are doing yourself and your potential for joy and peace a much greater harm.
And, yet, it doesn't feel that way.
Doesn't it? Are you happy?
Rufus, I lost my wife and my unborn daughter. I lost my parents. And someone is trying to kill me! I think that gives me a pass on being happy right now. And I certainly think it suggests that another bad memory is one I can ill afford right now.
But—
The closet door flew open.
"Roofis!" Hana burbled and clapped her hands. "Hidy-seek!"
RSVP
Captain Shaula Lesath examined her appearance as fed back to her on the view screen of her scoutcraft. Her hair was still long and "blonde" however, it was now shaded toward a pale gold rather than the pure white that was its normal color. Her normally sky blue skin was now a pale hue approximating the epidermal appearance of the Earthers who inhabited the planetary region known as Scandinavia.
After a couple of brief, unsatisfactory infiltrations of the target's domain, she had decided to try a "visible" insertion. Invisibility was, by no means, foolproof and you had to keep your distance from anything living or mobile lest it suddenly move in your direction.
And that tiny Earther with the almond-shaped eyes—his…sister—kept staring at her as if she could see through the Uptopian agent's cloaking!
Although her mission dossier was next to useless regarding the target's history—Ron, if she was attempting a visible insertion, she would have to start using his name—she had picked up on the fact that he had enemies. Given those circumstances, the tar—Ron—would be more wary if approached by an unfamiliar face. Yet, she couldn't very well take on the appearance of someone he knew well. Anyone he had more than a passing acquaintance with would be very difficult to impersonate.
A quick brain-scan during the large party a couple of weeks back, had yielded a number of memory images that she had painstakingly matched to a database of known friends and acquaintances. None of them, of course, could be used for her purposes.
Then, finally, one faint image cleared the database and had seemed to be perfect.
It was a brief encounter with a young, Earther female who was attractive by both Earther and Uptopian standards as well as being the same approximate age as the—Ron Stoppable. The memory was a relatively recent, yet surprisingly "dim" one so Captain Lesath could assume her appearance with little danger of arousing Ron's suspicions. The fact that the memory was in the "near-present"—though surprisingly buried in his subconscious—meant that she would not appear to be a total stranger when they next crossed paths.
In the memory, the Earther female never spoke or identified herself, making the subterfuge more likely to work. And the encounter was very brief, in a dining hall of some kind while Ron Stoppable was engaged in some sort of Skype session with a friend. It had apparently taken place during Ron Stoppable's brief visit to Norway a couple of years back. The memories from that trip were extremely fragmentary and practically non-existent for such a relatively recent period in his life—almost as if they had never really taken place—but that may have been due to their recovery from a "quick-scan" from the far end of a catwalk.
In any event, Captain Lesath worked on perfecting her disguise and creating a plausible backstory to give her better access to the focus of her mission.
RSVP
"This is so wrong!" Jim Possible exclaimed as he watched a much younger version of his mother work her way around the force field that encircled their home.
Tim Possible angled the monitor for a better view. "If we could only talk to her!" he moaned.
"Well, you can't!" Justine Flanner snapped as she swapped out the I.V. on the stand beside Wade Load's bed. "Not if you want to ruin the one chance we have to stay alive and fix some of this!
"But it just kills me—" Jim said.
"—to see her like this," Tim finished.
"Her best chance—everyone's best chance—is for you two to get back to work," the girl genius ordered. "Your mother is in good hands. Now you can either continue working on the interface for the pan-dimensional vortex inducer or you can finish hacking into the security cameras for Mastermind's lair. But, if either of you lowers that force field prematurely, you'll practically guarantee your status as orphans in the near future!"
ABOUT THE TITLE: What comes after "On your marks…" Yep.
Authors/Notes 2:
Again, just a reminder that this is a continuation of the storyline begun in RSVP: The Fellowship of the Ron. While I'm trying to write this so that the new readers won't be totally lost, you ought to consider reading the previous story if you find that you start having questions.
REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER 2
Old Format Reviews:
CajunBear73
2011-10-07 . chapter 2
Ron's up for a serious butt-whoopin' when this memory block he set on the ladies wears off.
But he really should take some simple advice that he may have heard of: 'What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.'
Or those who are after him will make sure the former takes place before the latter can take hold from his previous pain.
And then Kim may just completely come unglued when she does kill him.
The world will be so much worse off after that. Mastermind's plan be damned.
CB73
I see that you're coming to see how Mastermind was possibly a minor annoyance compared to what's coming down the pike next… R~13
masterbow
2011-10-15 . chapter 2
nice mate nice. is ron gonig to work on some of the more mytsaical aspects of his powers, come on where then floaty glowy ball and astral projection
You'll see more mystical powers at play in the coming chapters but Ron's MMP is going to continue to make his life more complicated rather than simpler—until somebody else throws a switch! R~13
New Format Reviews:
CajunBear73 3/6/12 . chapter 2
I think Ron's going to find he's stronger than the damage inflicted on him.
If he'd just remember...
CB73
As for him being stronger than the damage inflicted on him, see next comment… R~13
A very odd fellow 3/6/12 . chapter 2
Ron has definitely changed, but I didn't even really mean OOC for show/high school Ron, but from what he was. Ron didn't really feel like Ron at all during the commune section. I find it hard to picture Ron willfully making such a drastic decision that would affect so many people close to him without their consent. And sparing his own feelings makes sense when he's affecting himself, but drastically less so when affecting everyone around him. Basically, I share Rufus's opinion from this chapter. His speech also seemed...off, not as "Ron" as most of your writing. However, he seems to be back to normal since then, which is definitely a good thing. I hope that wasn't too meandering for you to follow, but I wanted to do my best to clarify as to what exactly I felt made him OOC in forty-one.
Personally, in addition to the general memory recovery (which really can't come soon enough imo), I'd like to see what's happening to Electronique. I was interested in the plotline of her being helped by Ron plus Shego, disappointed that she got captured right afterward (although it was obviously necessary plot-wise), and hope to see that path explored soon.
More of a fan every chapter,
-Avof
Again, thanks for the question/analysis of Ron in that particular scene. I can say that there are some factors affecting Ron and his responses and I can also say that Ron-in-meditation-mode is both more focused and yet a little more weirded out by the whole out-of-the-body communing with the big ole ball of light. But perhaps the core of the issue is that it is hard to maintain a consistent tone of voice for Ron as he makes the journey from high school froob to maturing orphan/widower with growing responsibilities. It's a juggling act and I'm apt to drop a ball (or chainsaw) now and then.
I do think that Ron hasn't seen anything being harmful in trying to erase the memory of the ladies' unseemly interest in him. Ron's whole life experience up until this last year has been one of virtual invisibility. No one remembers his name. Girls don't show him any interest (or if they do, he's so used to their disregard that he can't see it—like Tara. Or Yori, for the longest time.) So, all this…"attention" has kind of knocked him for a loop. And as he has come to understand that his MMP is probably stimulating this interest in him, he sees the wish of forgetfulness as a way to correct this mistake without bothering or embarrassing anyone. Especially since the interest couldn't really be genuine, could it?
Of course, our Ronnie is still a bit naïve when it comes to other women and he's been very badly hurt in the past and is still in mourning so I think he can be forgiven for trying to do the right thing, as he sees it. Though I think some will not be so forgiving at first.
As for Ron getting his memory of Kim back? As I've said, he's been really really hurt. Synthokim in Chapter One of "RSVP: The Fellowship of the Ron," was really really brutal. Never mind writing it, every time I read that chapter with the scenes of Synthokim and SynthoRon, I want to take a shower. It was strong, it was creepy, it was stomach churning. I hated having that in the first chapter of the series—something bound to drive off readers before they even gave the story a chance—but I had to have something take place that was so terrible, so mind-numbing and heart-crushing, that you could believe that Ron's and Kim's lifelong bond could be broken in such a way as to keep them apart for months and be believable in spite of their history and friendship.
Given that—and all of the heartbreak that Ron has endured since—I think its believable that he's terrified of the one memory that he took such steps to bury. If the memories that he has chosen to keep are so sad and terrible, what must that one memory that he fears more than any other be like. I agree with CajunBear that Ron is strong enough to face it, but Ron doesn't think so, yet.
At least not consciously. Unconsciously, she's starting to creep back in: he's been seeing things and hearing things that remind him of Kim even though he hasn't connected the dots, yet. It's like a small child watching a scary movie: he covers his eyes but after a bit begins to take little peeks through his fingers.
As for Electronique? L'il Sparky will return in a bit—those chapters were previously posted and will return after a quick run through the editor. R~13
Sentinel103 3/7/12 . chapter 2
Awwww man Ron's gotta give back the memory thingie? Crud. So the spirit guide Rufus is trying to get Ron to quite messing with peoples' heads including his own... Come on Rip that was half the fun.
So Justine now has Jim and Tim along with Wade...hummmm I wonder where the 'rents are...
And I still don't believe that weird assed master mind who swiped Felix's chair is down for the count...I mean if so then she/he is a pretty pathetic villain.
Larry (Sentinel 103)
Half the fun? By my estimates I still have two-thirds the fun waiting in the wings. But we shall see. The 'rents? Didn't they disappear when their house exploded? And Mastermind was pathetic—just like all of the villains in the KPverse. R~13
R. Howard Lawrence 7/21/13 . chapter 2
I appreciate you trying to perfect your work but I was reading chapter 35 and expected 36 not a rewrite of 1 & 2
Sorry, man: As I've posted back when I took things down for another edit/rewrite, I'd reached a point where I was getting into the weeds and needed to revisit the whole work before I could go forward or I risked losing my way.
Leaving everything up while I work on it is more confusing for me and it robs the few readers who want to keep track of the rewrite process of knowing where the progress is really at. Those who don't want to go back and read again only have to wait until I get caught up to where I left off.
Either way, everyone would have to wait until I got caught up again for the new material but I can see how the update notification would surprise (and disappoint) you if you hadn't seen my postings (in the first chapters of RSVP I & II) when I took the rest of the chapters down. Sorry. I'm working as best as I can to get to 36 & beyond as soon as I can. I was out of state on emergency business these past three days and still managed to redo the last few chapters of RSVP I & the first couple of RSVP II in the field so I am trying... R~13
zafnak 7/21/13 . chapter 2
I beg to differ. Were Warmonga and Warhok really all that pathetic? I mean, they brought Earth to it's knees in a matter of hours and were only beaten when Ron powered up and went all MMP on their alien backsides and tossed them into their own spaceship, killing them. And it was only the TWO of them running the show.
For that matter, Yono the Destroyer wasn't pathetic either losing only because of Monkeyfist's inability to defeat a two year old girl. Zorpox, while having a goofy names, was perhaps THE most effective KP villain of the lot. I mean, he even scared *Shego* for goodness sake, and she doesn't scare easily!
And speaking of Shego... pathetic? I don't thinks so!
Mea culpa! I was a little hasty and sleep deprived when I wrote those comments. I was thinking more along the lines of Chester Yapsby and Falsetto Jones and most of the Rogues Gallery who get taken down by a couple of teenagers in about 20 minutes (or less) of the actual story time. And I was also coming off another conversation with Sentinel103 on the typical failures of overly convoluted Take Over The World schemes by the likes of Drakken & his ilk. The Lowardians, The Yono, and Shego (when unimpeded by Drakken's restrictive schemes) are in a different class altogether. Which makes finding a foe more dangerous than these even more of a challenge. R~13
the Desert Fox 7/21/13 . chapter 2
Good stories.
RSVP 1: Who was dumb enough to assign Frugal Lucre to buying the vehicles? I like Francis, and his cousins Dr. Mark Devanow, and Paul Lassiter. I think Francis has been hanging out too much with his other cousin Ernest Foley. He's probably upset over losing his pet grasshopper Molt and the family pet gator Roger. If he's not careful he could end up having to go spend time with his cousin David.
Actually if Ron said "Seriously" a lot he'd sound like Motor Ed not "the Ron Man". You know, Ron hits the "Re-Start" button one too many times and he's going to walk away with complete amnesia.
RSVP 2: Wait, let's see if I have this correct: Joss is biologically 20 something years old, but chronologically 16 year's old. Sounds like something straight out Yoroiden Samurai Troopers aka Ronin Warriors. I thought it was Kimberly Anne Possible, and that the Ann has an "e" at the end like Anne Shirley.
Keep up the good work.
Ah, you are a Richard Kind fan, I see. And, yeah, it's a balancing act with the Possible girls: one false move and the story gets into icky territory. (Hey! I'm watching you guys! I'm starting a list!)
As for the Ann(e) factor. Reliable sources have their names as Dr. Anne Possible and Kimberly Ann Possible. Mom has the "e"; daughter doesn't. And thanks! R~13
Some Dude 8/29/13 . chapter 2
whoa, what the hell does Justine have planned?
You'll see...eventually... R~13
Uberscribbler chapter 2 . 7/27/14
Did 'Rufus' really just call him "Ron Possible"? Surely the Spirit isn't trying to pre-ordain stuff, is it?
Good catch UB! Apparently Spirit Rufus isn't entirely omnipotent (or me, either)! It's now fixed.
I'm a little surprised as well that Hanna didn't call attention to the Uptopian during her early observations. I could just envision her pulling the poor woman into a make-believe tea party. Of course it would have been a weird one given the shinobi simians would likewise be in attendance.
Hana is a law unto herself and likes to play her cards close to her vest...or diaper.
This is a very, very elaborate web the author has woven. Ought to be interesting to see where the next strand goes.
Especially when I add new ones. ;-) R~13
Laserai chapter 2 . 7/28/14
Interesting. So as expected, the AOE or Area of Effect mind wipe that Ron used against the girls with his MMP was not lasting. Makes since considering its try to cover a wide area rather then a focused beam on one person. Anyone familiar with energy weapons will agree with this assessment since his power seems to be drawing a similarity.
A very good explanation...
That would also explain what is happening with the girls. We still don't know what happened to Bebe, Cece and er I forget the other one. Are they dealing with a similar memory recall as the girls or is something else going on?
Bebe, Cece, and Dede will return shortly, as will the other "missing" characters. In dealing with such a large cast I have to shuffle who will appear in which chapters as they won't all be in the same place at the same time (most of the time). But fear not, questions will be addressed shortly...some of them, anyways...
Lots of unanswered questions and possibilities. Since I have not read your old story, I can not comment on if I would have taken it down for rewrite. However, I can respect an artist decision especially one as talented as you.
If you believe your original work could use a do-over then who am I to complain? Your work thus far has been nothing short of marvelous so I am sure I will not be disappointed. I will look forward to your continued efforts. Keep charging. Laserai out.
Thanks, Laserai. At least you won't have to wait around for "new" chapters to be (re)posted as readers did the first time through. R~13
PyroNagus chapter 2 . 10/22/14
Hey I got the answers for my questions right away, yay. At least my questions about the missing characters and the alien anyway. Heh... Got my answers halfway through the story... That is flippin hilarious.
So many plot threads...some take a little time to come back around on the great mandella that is the RSVP Saga...
Naturally the first two chaps have been recapping the events of RSVP one. More so than a regular tv series 'previously in RSVP' as they introduced some new untold elements into the story. I.E. Hana being able to see through the alien's cloaking.
Yeah, I figured on some readers discovering Part II and being too "unmotivated" to go back and read Part I first. But I didn't want to leave you and the other real readers hanging while recapping a bit...
I completely understand the risks of cloaked infiltration of a full blown party...whatever Bonnie. Topless distraction... Anyway refraction of light is a helpful stealth technique at some distance but easily noticeable in close range and in illuminated environments. Which I assume is what the assassin is using. Oh trust me, being a professional CRISIS gamer I know how loud a soldier screams when he realizes that there is a cloaked heavily armored killing machine aiming a shotgun at his face. Of course by the time he opens his mouth I usually punch the lights out of him. Hehe... And you have no idea what I'm talking about. XD
Haven't gamed for a few years but I can image somewhat...
But back to your story, I'm surprised Ron didn't make a move when he noticed the assassin watching him in part one. I wonder what's up with that. But looking forward to the blonde identity she is going to assume, I'd say she'd have to 'up it up', considering her 'attractive' features went unnoticed last time she bothered Ron.
Well, Ron's been a little distracted...and the MMP is not as easily managed as some stories would have it...small children, dogs and cats can often sense things that us grown-ups are totally oblivious to. As for attractiveness? Ron's been pretty resistant to what he can see right in front of him. Who knows, though: maybe she has some strange, alien powers...
I'm still having trouble believing that any memory can be retained from an erased timeline. Scientifically the erased timeline is an all together different alternate universe. The show just picked on another universe which is supposed to be completely separate from the one which effectively ended itself. Meaning our Ron never met the blonde and therefore shouldn't remember anything about her. But hey... Meat cakes so ya. For a pinch of comedy the evil overlord Micky Mouse ignored this little scientifical fact.
Two words: Quantum Entanglements!
Aliens can brain scan, huh? WELL THANKS FOR MAKING MY NAP-TIME A LITTLE LESS RESTLESS, RIPPY. But unlucky for the Uptodians, our little assassin here is female. And we all know what happens to females in this story... Ya, that and they get amnesia. XD
Well, we'll see...
Sorry for my long comments, I hope they don't bother ya. Love your stuff. ;)
Naw, doesn't bother! I'm flattered you take the time to comment in depth. Visitors arriving in the next chapter: enjoy! R~13