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RANMA KILLS THE TAKAHASHI UNIVERSE!!!!!
Yuta breathed heavily through his mouth, trying to keep his stomach. In all his five hundred and some odd years, he had never seen such brutality, not even from a lost soul.
The immortal man turned and fired his shotgun into the dark woods, aiming for where the rustling came from, "SHOW YOURSELF, BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MANA!!!!"
"If ya ask me, you're taking this awfully personal," an agitated voice said from above him. Yuta quickly aimed upwards and fired into the tree canopies, and quickly reloaded both barrels before the second shell hit the ground.
"Look, I was kinda surprised when she survived... hey man, you don't look too well."
Yuta threw up, the images of his pursuer standing over Mana, hacking, and hacking, and hacking, and...
Ranma sat and waited for his prey to get it all out of his system. He himself didn't think it was *that* bad, maybe there was a flu bug going around.
"[Ranma, quit playing with him, I wanna go take a shower soon.]"
"Hey! Can't you see he's grieving? I just hacked off his girlfriend's head, ya know? Sometimes you're a real frigid bitch." Ranma's face went serious at Nabiki's reply, "No, it's a single bed..."
Yuta finished 'grieving' and wiped his mouth. He was rather surprised that he hadn't been killed yet, "Are you done toying with me? Bastard? Why don't you come out into the open so we can finish this?"
"You know? I was trying to be a nice guy about this! It wasn't my fault she kept blocking my shots!" Nabiki pointed out that nonetheless it would have been more proficient to use something other than a thick tree branch to 'cut' off her head.
"Shut up, you," Ranma replied into the comm. he was already sleeping alone tonight, so ticking her off further wasn't going to get him any worse off.
"GOTCHA!" Yuta unloaded both barrels to where Ranma's voice came from, and watched several leaves and branches fall to the ground.
"HEY! WATCH IT! You can hurt somebody with that thing!" The immortal's eyes widened, and turned slowly to the voice behind him; it would have been no use trying to reload his weapon now. Before he even came to full facing, Ranma swung.
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Nabiki sighed as she read her manga, agitated by the brutal wet ripping sounds coming over the comm. unit, "For Kami's sakes, Ranma, use your sword..."
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Ranma's War Journal
By happenstance we ran into the immortals; pretty decent kids who didn't seem out of the ordinary, really. Too bad they were a couple of immortal freaks that had to be wiped from existance like a couple of plagues. Ah well, can't let personal opinion get in the way of work, you know?
We've come a long way, Nabiki and I, towards completing our mission. We cut down our list, when Nabiki suggested that we change a few people over to the 'eccentric' list. Made sense, and cut down on the workload considerably. Now there's only a few left, and we can kill all the birds with one grenade.
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'What... do you mean he went to the showers?" The last Amazon Elder sighed exasperatedly.
"That's what he said, he needed to go to the men's showers again!" The scarred up but still strikingly beautiful Amazon girl replied, "He had been working out for a while, and said he needed it badly."
"Oh, I'm quite sure he needed to refresh, but you *do* realize that there ARE no men's showers here?"
"Then where has he been going?" The younger woman enquired. The elder sighed once again.
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A redhead with a pigtail and mustache in overalls walked through the corridor to the control room as 'he' was directed. A tall and slightly anal retentive man with horns cut the redhead off.
"And what is your business here, sir?"
"Uh, I was to be brought on for maintance. Gotta make sure everything's good and ready for the big event, don'tcha know?" Ranma replied in a heavily faked Irish accent.
"I wasn't aware of any required maintnance..."
"Well, it be King Oni that sent me, ye know? He be very important that everyt'ng be going, uh, Irish fresh!"
The man looked closely at Ranma," And what Earthen nationality are you supposed to be?"
"Uh, Irish?" Ranma replied, sweating a bit.
"I didn't know the Irish were so pale," was the reply, as the man started to narrow his eyes.
"Uh, it's a skin condition, I'm rather sensitive about it."
"Really, what, may I ask, is it called?"
"Um, bleach?"
"What happened to your 'accent'?"
"Ah, don'tcha know? Heh, heh..."
"[Oh brother, you're an idiot, you know that Saotome?]"
"Who said that?" The other man demanded.
"Ah, it be other worker crew!"
"There wasn't a crew cleared for today!"
"Er, yes there was?"
"No, I don't believe there was!"
"Yes there was!"
"No, I am sure there wasn't!"
"Yes there was! King Oni did it!"
"King Oni isn't the one that schedules them!"
"It's a special case!"
"You're accent is slipping again."
"Oh, sorry about that," Ranma replied sheepishly, "It be a special case, it is!"
"What is your name?"
"Ah, 'tis, um..."
"Think carefully now," The man replied with a sceptical frown.
"Jackson! It is!"
"Hmm, interesting, I know a bit about Earthen names, and that sounds English to me, not Irish."
"'Tis an Irish name! By me mother's word!"
"No, I'm positive it's English."
"You call'n my mother a liar?" Ranma growled, genuinely upset.
"Accent..."
"You call'n me dear old mother a liar?"
"Something is fishy about this, I shall have to call this in..." The opposing man turned away from Ranma to signal another man with horns to open up communications. Ranma rolled his eyes, and pulled a tazer.
::ZZZACK!!!!::
"Ey! THIS MAN BE NARCOLEPTIC!" Ranma shouted out, glad that the man he zapped wasn't one of the electric wielders, as everyone's attention was drawn to him and the twitching man on the ground, "I cannae wait for him to be wak'n up, who's second in command here?"
"I am," A scrawnier looking man with horns approached Ranma, "Uuhhhh, what ca-can I do-do for y-you?"
"I'm almost done with the maintance, I just be need'n to know where ye remote self destruct device be hidden so I can check it."
"Ummm, y-you ne-need clearance for..."
"SHOW ME WHERE THE DAMN REMOTE DETONATOR DEVICE IS BEFORE I DO SOMETHING RASH!!!!" The redhead replied, lifting the man up with her left hand.
"Y-your ac-accent is sl-slipping..."
"SHOW ME WHERE THE BLEED'N DEVICE IS BEFORE I BE GETT'N NASTY!!!!"
"Uh, r-right he-here..." the scrawny second-in-command gave in with the threat of bodily harm.
"Ach! Der' it be!" Ranma replied, taking it from the cradle it rested on, "An' t'er be the problem, you betcha!"
"Th-there be the p-problem?"
"Aye, it nae corresponds with FCC regulation that it recieve all interferance! Ye' best be glad I caught this beforehand! Could get messy, ye' know?"
"I... s-see."
"Good now, I best be off! Top o' de morn' to ye!"
"Bu-but it's la-late aftern-noon..." Ranma just kept walking.
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"WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW?!?" Ryoga screamed through his facial bandannas, "I could have sworn the men's showers were around here somewhere!" The lost traveler turned to see a large crowd of people lining up on the side of a festively decorated street, axiously awaiting something.
"Um, excuse me, can you tell me where the men's showers are?"
"Uh, the bath house is just down the street, if that's what you mean," a helpful bystander offered.
"Oh, I see, thank you!" Ryoga turned the opposite direction the gentleman had pointed him, and met with a familiar mop of red hair, "Oh, excuse me miss I..."
"You shouldn't be excuse wierdo, with that bandanna covering... your..." Ranma's blood turned cold in realization, "Uh, can't stop to chat, must be going now! Bye!"
"HOLD IT! RANMA!" Ryoga shouted, giving chase to the frantically running woman.
"Nabiki, we have a slight situation..."
"[What now? I'm watching TV,]" Nabiki replied tiredly.
"Ryoga's alive!"
"[Well, your shoddy worksmanship.]" came the reply, "[Just stab him or something!]"
"Hmm, why didn't I think of that?" Ranma replied, reaching for her sword that was hidden away. Before she could draw it, a whistling sound was descending upon her.
The redhead jumped out of the way in time for the bomb drove through the building roof.
"Lousy terrain construction jobs," A redhead mumbled, crawling out of the hole, she turned a serious look towards a dumbfounded Ranma and Ryoga, "Ranma Saotome, by jurisdiction granted upon me by the Space Patrol Police Force, you are under arrest for mass homicide!"
"Uh... Nabiki?" The redhead asked in a slightly timid voice.
"[Deal with it, I'm busy.]" Nabiki replied coldly while fighting a moan, a buzzing noise could be heard through the comm.
"So.. Ryoga... friend of yours?" Ranma-chan enquired nervously, as both fighters slowly stalked her. Ranma fiddled with the remote in her hands, and saw the parade advancing up the street with King Oni, Princess Lum, Prince Ataru, and various other wierdos taking up the rear.
The redhead then looked up in the air, and grimaced; there was only so much time before the window of oppurtunity closed.
"Okay, you two, let's make this quick." Ranma-chan replied, taking out her Saotome Honor sword.
Ryoga took a stance, while the redhead woman with a wire frame bustier hunched over and prepared for comfrontation...
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RANMA KILLS THE TAKAHASHI UNIVERSE!!!!!
Yuta breathed heavily through his mouth, trying to keep his stomach. In all his five hundred and some odd years, he had never seen such brutality, not even from a lost soul.
The immortal man turned and fired his shotgun into the dark woods, aiming for where the rustling came from, "SHOW YOURSELF, BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MANA!!!!"
"If ya ask me, you're taking this awfully personal," an agitated voice said from above him. Yuta quickly aimed upwards and fired into the tree canopies, and quickly reloaded both barrels before the second shell hit the ground.
"Look, I was kinda surprised when she survived... hey man, you don't look too well."
Yuta threw up, the images of his pursuer standing over Mana, hacking, and hacking, and hacking, and...
Ranma sat and waited for his prey to get it all out of his system. He himself didn't think it was *that* bad, maybe there was a flu bug going around.
"[Ranma, quit playing with him, I wanna go take a shower soon.]"
"Hey! Can't you see he's grieving? I just hacked off his girlfriend's head, ya know? Sometimes you're a real frigid bitch." Ranma's face went serious at Nabiki's reply, "No, it's a single bed..."
Yuta finished 'grieving' and wiped his mouth. He was rather surprised that he hadn't been killed yet, "Are you done toying with me? Bastard? Why don't you come out into the open so we can finish this?"
"You know? I was trying to be a nice guy about this! It wasn't my fault she kept blocking my shots!" Nabiki pointed out that nonetheless it would have been more proficient to use something other than a thick tree branch to 'cut' off her head.
"Shut up, you," Ranma replied into the comm. he was already sleeping alone tonight, so ticking her off further wasn't going to get him any worse off.
"GOTCHA!" Yuta unloaded both barrels to where Ranma's voice came from, and watched several leaves and branches fall to the ground.
"HEY! WATCH IT! You can hurt somebody with that thing!" The immortal's eyes widened, and turned slowly to the voice behind him; it would have been no use trying to reload his weapon now. Before he even came to full facing, Ranma swung.
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Nabiki sighed as she read her manga, agitated by the brutal wet ripping sounds coming over the comm. unit, "For Kami's sakes, Ranma, use your sword..."
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Ranma's War Journal
By happenstance we ran into the immortals; pretty decent kids who didn't seem out of the ordinary, really. Too bad they were a couple of immortal freaks that had to be wiped from existance like a couple of plagues. Ah well, can't let personal opinion get in the way of work, you know?
We've come a long way, Nabiki and I, towards completing our mission. We cut down our list, when Nabiki suggested that we change a few people over to the 'eccentric' list. Made sense, and cut down on the workload considerably. Now there's only a few left, and we can kill all the birds with one grenade.
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'What... do you mean he went to the showers?" The last Amazon Elder sighed exasperatedly.
"That's what he said, he needed to go to the men's showers again!" The scarred up but still strikingly beautiful Amazon girl replied, "He had been working out for a while, and said he needed it badly."
"Oh, I'm quite sure he needed to refresh, but you *do* realize that there ARE no men's showers here?"
"Then where has he been going?" The younger woman enquired. The elder sighed once again.
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A redhead with a pigtail and mustache in overalls walked through the corridor to the control room as 'he' was directed. A tall and slightly anal retentive man with horns cut the redhead off.
"And what is your business here, sir?"
"Uh, I was to be brought on for maintance. Gotta make sure everything's good and ready for the big event, don'tcha know?" Ranma replied in a heavily faked Irish accent.
"I wasn't aware of any required maintnance..."
"Well, it be King Oni that sent me, ye know? He be very important that everyt'ng be going, uh, Irish fresh!"
The man looked closely at Ranma," And what Earthen nationality are you supposed to be?"
"Uh, Irish?" Ranma replied, sweating a bit.
"I didn't know the Irish were so pale," was the reply, as the man started to narrow his eyes.
"Uh, it's a skin condition, I'm rather sensitive about it."
"Really, what, may I ask, is it called?"
"Um, bleach?"
"What happened to your 'accent'?"
"Ah, don'tcha know? Heh, heh..."
"[Oh brother, you're an idiot, you know that Saotome?]"
"Who said that?" The other man demanded.
"Ah, it be other worker crew!"
"There wasn't a crew cleared for today!"
"Er, yes there was?"
"No, I don't believe there was!"
"Yes there was!"
"No, I am sure there wasn't!"
"Yes there was! King Oni did it!"
"King Oni isn't the one that schedules them!"
"It's a special case!"
"You're accent is slipping again."
"Oh, sorry about that," Ranma replied sheepishly, "It be a special case, it is!"
"What is your name?"
"Ah, 'tis, um..."
"Think carefully now," The man replied with a sceptical frown.
"Jackson! It is!"
"Hmm, interesting, I know a bit about Earthen names, and that sounds English to me, not Irish."
"'Tis an Irish name! By me mother's word!"
"No, I'm positive it's English."
"You call'n my mother a liar?" Ranma growled, genuinely upset.
"Accent..."
"You call'n me dear old mother a liar?"
"Something is fishy about this, I shall have to call this in..." The opposing man turned away from Ranma to signal another man with horns to open up communications. Ranma rolled his eyes, and pulled a tazer.
::ZZZACK!!!!::
"Ey! THIS MAN BE NARCOLEPTIC!" Ranma shouted out, glad that the man he zapped wasn't one of the electric wielders, as everyone's attention was drawn to him and the twitching man on the ground, "I cannae wait for him to be wak'n up, who's second in command here?"
"I am," A scrawnier looking man with horns approached Ranma, "Uuhhhh, what ca-can I do-do for y-you?"
"I'm almost done with the maintance, I just be need'n to know where ye remote self destruct device be hidden so I can check it."
"Ummm, y-you ne-need clearance for..."
"SHOW ME WHERE THE DAMN REMOTE DETONATOR DEVICE IS BEFORE I DO SOMETHING RASH!!!!" The redhead replied, lifting the man up with her left hand.
"Y-your ac-accent is sl-slipping..."
"SHOW ME WHERE THE BLEED'N DEVICE IS BEFORE I BE GETT'N NASTY!!!!"
"Uh, r-right he-here..." the scrawny second-in-command gave in with the threat of bodily harm.
"Ach! Der' it be!" Ranma replied, taking it from the cradle it rested on, "An' t'er be the problem, you betcha!"
"Th-there be the p-problem?"
"Aye, it nae corresponds with FCC regulation that it recieve all interferance! Ye' best be glad I caught this beforehand! Could get messy, ye' know?"
"I... s-see."
"Good now, I best be off! Top o' de morn' to ye!"
"Bu-but it's la-late aftern-noon..." Ranma just kept walking.
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"WHERE ON EARTH AM I NOW?!?" Ryoga screamed through his facial bandannas, "I could have sworn the men's showers were around here somewhere!" The lost traveler turned to see a large crowd of people lining up on the side of a festively decorated street, axiously awaiting something.
"Um, excuse me, can you tell me where the men's showers are?"
"Uh, the bath house is just down the street, if that's what you mean," a helpful bystander offered.
"Oh, I see, thank you!" Ryoga turned the opposite direction the gentleman had pointed him, and met with a familiar mop of red hair, "Oh, excuse me miss I..."
"You shouldn't be excuse wierdo, with that bandanna covering... your..." Ranma's blood turned cold in realization, "Uh, can't stop to chat, must be going now! Bye!"
"HOLD IT! RANMA!" Ryoga shouted, giving chase to the frantically running woman.
"Nabiki, we have a slight situation..."
"[What now? I'm watching TV,]" Nabiki replied tiredly.
"Ryoga's alive!"
"[Well, your shoddy worksmanship.]" came the reply, "[Just stab him or something!]"
"Hmm, why didn't I think of that?" Ranma replied, reaching for her sword that was hidden away. Before she could draw it, a whistling sound was descending upon her.
The redhead jumped out of the way in time for the bomb drove through the building roof.
"Lousy terrain construction jobs," A redhead mumbled, crawling out of the hole, she turned a serious look towards a dumbfounded Ranma and Ryoga, "Ranma Saotome, by jurisdiction granted upon me by the Space Patrol Police Force, you are under arrest for mass homicide!"
"Uh... Nabiki?" The redhead asked in a slightly timid voice.
"[Deal with it, I'm busy.]" Nabiki replied coldly while fighting a moan, a buzzing noise could be heard through the comm.
"So.. Ryoga... friend of yours?" Ranma-chan enquired nervously, as both fighters slowly stalked her. Ranma fiddled with the remote in her hands, and saw the parade advancing up the street with King Oni, Princess Lum, Prince Ataru, and various other wierdos taking up the rear.
The redhead then looked up in the air, and grimaced; there was only so much time before the window of oppurtunity closed.
"Okay, you two, let's make this quick." Ranma-chan replied, taking out her Saotome Honor sword.
Ryoga took a stance, while the redhead woman with a wire frame bustier hunched over and prepared for comfrontation...