Ranma/ Jet Set Radio
'Styl'n'
Heyyyyyy boys and girls out there in La-La Land! What time is it? Yo? Whoa! I heard you guys shout'n all the way in my deep, deep, tippity-tank-top secret broadcast station! But hey, it's cool, yo, all ya show'n that LOOOOOOOVE for yo' favorite DJ in the wholdest, widest world.
Now, I know you guys anxious to get this party started, right? So lemme twirl a disk for ya with phat vibes and grooves, to complete that balanced breakfast!
Hold up, hold up, yo. Before we go anywhere, let us all bow our heads, and give thanks... what? What do you mean 'for what'?" Oooh, no, I guess the teacher is gonna have to get you peeps an edumacation up in hea'! Just pull up a chair, and I'll spin you a tale...
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"You know? It really is a nice day out," Akane stated in a refreshed voice, as she skated casually down the street. The trail of Nerima's finest frantically rushing after her couldn't be bothered to agree, as they had to save their breath.
Akane stopped, and turned around, almost as if she didn't realized she was being chased, "Oh? Hey guys! I missed ya!" The roller blader calmly glided to the side, just as the first officer dove after her, "Ouch, better get some dissenfectant for that before it scars..."
Without barely paying attention, she then skated backwards, avoiding being covered in a dogpile. She continued backwards, not paying attention to the outraged cries of those diving out of her way to reletive safety.
"Seriously, you guys are starting to get awfully fresh, don't you have wives or girlfriends?" She deftly leapt back onto a handrail that separated the sidewalk from the street, while sliding backwards, and then did a short hop-turn to face forward. the rail veered right, and she leaned backwards with the turn. Deciding she had too much of a lead over the police, Akane hopped off the rail, and darted into a building on the corner. The patrons of the record store she entered through a just opened door scattered, knocking over stands and such in their frantic effort to evade the skating girl.
Akane exited the side entrance, and stated in behind the mob of police officers with billyclubs and riot sheilds. She maneuvered herself into the group, and chuckled to herself at what she was about to do...
"THAT WAY, MEN! SHE WENT THAT WAY! NO NO NO! SHE WENT LEFT! NO! YOUR OTHER LEFT! THERE SHE IS! NO WAIT! SHE'S UP THERE! COME ON! SHE'S GETTING AWAY!!! YOU! CUT HER OFF AND GO RIGHT! YOU, GO WEST! YOU, WE NEED MORE DONUTS, DAMMIT!!! CALL IN FOR BACK UP! WE NEED BACKUP!!! HURRY MEN, WE NEED TO SAVE THAT PREGNANT MAN FROM THE BURNING BUILDING UNDER THE HARBOR! WE MUST, WE MUST, WE MUST DEVELOP OUR BUST!!!"
Akane laughed her butt off, watching the police officers run into one another, while a few were doing chest excercises, while the rest were dawning scubagear. She stopped, and turned to a piece of graffiti she didn't recognize. She skated up to it, and examined it thoroughly.
"What's this supposed to be?" the rollerblader mused to herself. Without turning around, she snagged an officer running towards the harbor, his flippers comically slapping against the ground. She easily pulled him back and put his goggled head under her arm in a lock, "Hey, what does this look like to you?"
"Ahh, A sword shaped like a blue lightning bolt?" The officer asked, examining the grafitti closely.
"It is?" Akane asked, before getting an even closer look, herself, "Hmm, so it is. Looks crappy, doesn't it?"
"I guess, I'm not much a patron for art," the officer replied.
"Someone marking our territory! WE WON'T STAND FOR THIS!" Akane shouted, raising her free fist in the air to puncutate her outrage.
"You tell'em, sister!" The officer that was currently sweating inside his wetsuit stated earnestly. Geez, these suits get hot...
Akane let go of the man, and stood him straight up to face her, "Well, officer, I would like to report an act of vandalism."
"Sure, miss, we'll get right on it as soon as we're done with our current assignment..."
"NOW! WHAT DO I PAY MY TAXES FOR?" Akane swooned dramatically, "Oh, woe is the day when our citie's finest can't even capture whatever street thugs had saught to desicrate our fair town! Our hope in feeling secure fails!"
"Miss, Miss, I'll get right on it, on the double!" the officer quickly placated, before running off to fill out a report on the vantalism.
Akane sighed in resignation, "Man, if you can't look up to the police, who can you?" With that, she pulled out her own cans of spraypaint, and in no time flat, the unsightly graffitti was covered with a much more attractive scarlet mallet with the handle going through a gate shaped like a stylistic 'A' above clouds. With a nod of approval, Akane skated off in a slight burst of speed.
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"RANMA! PREPARE TO DIE!"
"Wha?" The pigtailed rollerblader asked, turning around slightly while still airborne, and crashed his gut into the top edge of a building, "I... ite..."
"BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! OH THAT WAS PRICELESS!!!" Ryoga laughed, looking up at his pained compatriot.
"Sheer Kodak moment," Mousse stated, smirking himself
"Very... funny," Ranma growled, before lifting himself from the edge, and falling. He placed his blades against the wall, and skated down the side of the building, before he was three feet from the ground, he pushed off, skating towards Ryoga in a low croutch, "And what do you know? You probably didn't even see what happened!"
"What" Mousse replied, innocently, "You mean miss you botch a teeny jump like that? And you still think you're better than us!"
Ranma snorted, "Yeah, like you could ever keep up with me, Duckie! So sup?"
Ryoga shrugged, "Nada, seeing if you found something to-Urk!"
"Hi Ranma." Shampoo stated
"Heya, Ranchan," Ukyo greeted.
"Hey girls," Ranma replied, "Any particular reason you two are standing on their heads?"
"Shampoo see not-nice thing Pig-boy do." Shampoo adjusted her bladed feet to keep balance on the back of Ryoga's head..
"Yeah, that was pretty unkosher, Sugar," Ukyo tapped her toe on the back of Mousse's head to help note her dissapproval.
"Ah, it ain't nutt'n," Ranma replied, nonchilantly, "They're just hat'n because they lack'n my skill-Urk!"
"Hey Akane," Shampoo stated.
"Heya, Sugar," Ukyo greeted.
"Hi guys, seen Ranma around?" Akane asked, adjusting her balance.
"Looks like he had to duck out for a while," Ukyo stated, looking down at Akane's feet.
"If he around, Ranma usually underfoot," Shampoo stated with a straight, innocent face.
"Hmm?" Akane asked, and then followed Ukyo's eyes, "Oh! My bad!"
"No... don't let him up yet, he was about to go into that 'mad skillz' rant again," Ukyo said with a half-lidded gaze.
"Maybe if Ranma eat concrete more often, he keep big mouth closed," Shampoo agreed.
"MMPH MPH MM!" Ryoga shouted as best he could.
"Huh? Pig-boy say something?" Shampoo asked, lifting her foot off of Ryoga's head.
"I SAID GET OFF ME, WOMAN!" Ryoga shouted, without so much pulverized gravel hindering his tongue.
Mousse managed to pry himself from under Ukyo, "Yeah, go make us a sandwich, or something..." Three sharp glares turned in his direction. With an eep Mousse decided that he should sharpen his blading skills... on the other side of town. Unfortunately, the lightpost six feet behind him had other obligations for him, like napping.
"Idiot," Akane mumbled, before turning back to the others, "By the way, why you guys keep call'n Ryoga 'Pig-boy'?"
"Ah..." Shampoo baulked, before suddenly putting on her sweetest smile, "What Akane-chan mean?"
Akane glanced around, noting the way Ryoga was tapping her index fingers together, and sweating nervously, While Ukyo was scratching her shoulder and looking in a different direction so Akane couldn't see the expression on her face. Even Ranma attempted to make himself more unnoticeable, despite currently being Akane's footstool
With a sigh of resignation, knowing she was yet again not going to get an answer to that question, Akane decided to move onto urgent business, "Whatever. Anyway, someone's putting their marks up on our territory. If that's not bad enough, their art sucks!"
"Akane saying art sucks..." Shampoo whispered in wonder.
"Yeah... that does seem pretty harsh..." Ukyo stated with no small amount of awe in her own voice.
"Hold up, what's that supposed to mean?" Akane almost growled accusingly.
The two other girls looked at her with innocent, smiling faces, and replied in unison, "Nothing."
"It means your graffitti isn't worth putting on construction paper and even hanging up in a pre-school class," Ranma explained, prying his head up enough to voice his opinion.
"Dry up and die," Akane sighed, pressing her foot down even harder.
"Ranma, why you go and insult Akane like that?" Ryoga asked, pressing his own foot onto Ranma's head to make sure it stayed down.
"Anyway, someone's moving in on our area," Akane continued, "Looks like we may have some competition..."
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Kuno examined Akane's graffitti that was now covering his own, "Hmm, it appears Akane Tendou has accepted proposition by the marraige of our public markers," Kuno stood up straight, and almost stumbled forward on his new and expensive roller blades, "Let this mark the beginning of Nerima's securing by HEAVEN'S VENGENCE!"
On call, four roller bladers wearing full kendo sparring outfits, complete with masks, skated behind Kuno. All five pulled out wooden bokkens, and thrust them into the air in pose.
'Styl'n'
Heyyyyyy boys and girls out there in La-La Land! What time is it? Yo? Whoa! I heard you guys shout'n all the way in my deep, deep, tippity-tank-top secret broadcast station! But hey, it's cool, yo, all ya show'n that LOOOOOOOVE for yo' favorite DJ in the wholdest, widest world.
Now, I know you guys anxious to get this party started, right? So lemme twirl a disk for ya with phat vibes and grooves, to complete that balanced breakfast!
Hold up, hold up, yo. Before we go anywhere, let us all bow our heads, and give thanks... what? What do you mean 'for what'?" Oooh, no, I guess the teacher is gonna have to get you peeps an edumacation up in hea'! Just pull up a chair, and I'll spin you a tale...
______________________________
"You know? It really is a nice day out," Akane stated in a refreshed voice, as she skated casually down the street. The trail of Nerima's finest frantically rushing after her couldn't be bothered to agree, as they had to save their breath.
Akane stopped, and turned around, almost as if she didn't realized she was being chased, "Oh? Hey guys! I missed ya!" The roller blader calmly glided to the side, just as the first officer dove after her, "Ouch, better get some dissenfectant for that before it scars..."
Without barely paying attention, she then skated backwards, avoiding being covered in a dogpile. She continued backwards, not paying attention to the outraged cries of those diving out of her way to reletive safety.
"Seriously, you guys are starting to get awfully fresh, don't you have wives or girlfriends?" She deftly leapt back onto a handrail that separated the sidewalk from the street, while sliding backwards, and then did a short hop-turn to face forward. the rail veered right, and she leaned backwards with the turn. Deciding she had too much of a lead over the police, Akane hopped off the rail, and darted into a building on the corner. The patrons of the record store she entered through a just opened door scattered, knocking over stands and such in their frantic effort to evade the skating girl.
Akane exited the side entrance, and stated in behind the mob of police officers with billyclubs and riot sheilds. She maneuvered herself into the group, and chuckled to herself at what she was about to do...
"THAT WAY, MEN! SHE WENT THAT WAY! NO NO NO! SHE WENT LEFT! NO! YOUR OTHER LEFT! THERE SHE IS! NO WAIT! SHE'S UP THERE! COME ON! SHE'S GETTING AWAY!!! YOU! CUT HER OFF AND GO RIGHT! YOU, GO WEST! YOU, WE NEED MORE DONUTS, DAMMIT!!! CALL IN FOR BACK UP! WE NEED BACKUP!!! HURRY MEN, WE NEED TO SAVE THAT PREGNANT MAN FROM THE BURNING BUILDING UNDER THE HARBOR! WE MUST, WE MUST, WE MUST DEVELOP OUR BUST!!!"
Akane laughed her butt off, watching the police officers run into one another, while a few were doing chest excercises, while the rest were dawning scubagear. She stopped, and turned to a piece of graffiti she didn't recognize. She skated up to it, and examined it thoroughly.
"What's this supposed to be?" the rollerblader mused to herself. Without turning around, she snagged an officer running towards the harbor, his flippers comically slapping against the ground. She easily pulled him back and put his goggled head under her arm in a lock, "Hey, what does this look like to you?"
"Ahh, A sword shaped like a blue lightning bolt?" The officer asked, examining the grafitti closely.
"It is?" Akane asked, before getting an even closer look, herself, "Hmm, so it is. Looks crappy, doesn't it?"
"I guess, I'm not much a patron for art," the officer replied.
"Someone marking our territory! WE WON'T STAND FOR THIS!" Akane shouted, raising her free fist in the air to puncutate her outrage.
"You tell'em, sister!" The officer that was currently sweating inside his wetsuit stated earnestly. Geez, these suits get hot...
Akane let go of the man, and stood him straight up to face her, "Well, officer, I would like to report an act of vandalism."
"Sure, miss, we'll get right on it as soon as we're done with our current assignment..."
"NOW! WHAT DO I PAY MY TAXES FOR?" Akane swooned dramatically, "Oh, woe is the day when our citie's finest can't even capture whatever street thugs had saught to desicrate our fair town! Our hope in feeling secure fails!"
"Miss, Miss, I'll get right on it, on the double!" the officer quickly placated, before running off to fill out a report on the vantalism.
Akane sighed in resignation, "Man, if you can't look up to the police, who can you?" With that, she pulled out her own cans of spraypaint, and in no time flat, the unsightly graffitti was covered with a much more attractive scarlet mallet with the handle going through a gate shaped like a stylistic 'A' above clouds. With a nod of approval, Akane skated off in a slight burst of speed.
______________________________
"RANMA! PREPARE TO DIE!"
"Wha?" The pigtailed rollerblader asked, turning around slightly while still airborne, and crashed his gut into the top edge of a building, "I... ite..."
"BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! OH THAT WAS PRICELESS!!!" Ryoga laughed, looking up at his pained compatriot.
"Sheer Kodak moment," Mousse stated, smirking himself
"Very... funny," Ranma growled, before lifting himself from the edge, and falling. He placed his blades against the wall, and skated down the side of the building, before he was three feet from the ground, he pushed off, skating towards Ryoga in a low croutch, "And what do you know? You probably didn't even see what happened!"
"What" Mousse replied, innocently, "You mean miss you botch a teeny jump like that? And you still think you're better than us!"
Ranma snorted, "Yeah, like you could ever keep up with me, Duckie! So sup?"
Ryoga shrugged, "Nada, seeing if you found something to-Urk!"
"Hi Ranma." Shampoo stated
"Heya, Ranchan," Ukyo greeted.
"Hey girls," Ranma replied, "Any particular reason you two are standing on their heads?"
"Shampoo see not-nice thing Pig-boy do." Shampoo adjusted her bladed feet to keep balance on the back of Ryoga's head..
"Yeah, that was pretty unkosher, Sugar," Ukyo tapped her toe on the back of Mousse's head to help note her dissapproval.
"Ah, it ain't nutt'n," Ranma replied, nonchilantly, "They're just hat'n because they lack'n my skill-Urk!"
"Hey Akane," Shampoo stated.
"Heya, Sugar," Ukyo greeted.
"Hi guys, seen Ranma around?" Akane asked, adjusting her balance.
"Looks like he had to duck out for a while," Ukyo stated, looking down at Akane's feet.
"If he around, Ranma usually underfoot," Shampoo stated with a straight, innocent face.
"Hmm?" Akane asked, and then followed Ukyo's eyes, "Oh! My bad!"
"No... don't let him up yet, he was about to go into that 'mad skillz' rant again," Ukyo said with a half-lidded gaze.
"Maybe if Ranma eat concrete more often, he keep big mouth closed," Shampoo agreed.
"MMPH MPH MM!" Ryoga shouted as best he could.
"Huh? Pig-boy say something?" Shampoo asked, lifting her foot off of Ryoga's head.
"I SAID GET OFF ME, WOMAN!" Ryoga shouted, without so much pulverized gravel hindering his tongue.
Mousse managed to pry himself from under Ukyo, "Yeah, go make us a sandwich, or something..." Three sharp glares turned in his direction. With an eep Mousse decided that he should sharpen his blading skills... on the other side of town. Unfortunately, the lightpost six feet behind him had other obligations for him, like napping.
"Idiot," Akane mumbled, before turning back to the others, "By the way, why you guys keep call'n Ryoga 'Pig-boy'?"
"Ah..." Shampoo baulked, before suddenly putting on her sweetest smile, "What Akane-chan mean?"
Akane glanced around, noting the way Ryoga was tapping her index fingers together, and sweating nervously, While Ukyo was scratching her shoulder and looking in a different direction so Akane couldn't see the expression on her face. Even Ranma attempted to make himself more unnoticeable, despite currently being Akane's footstool
With a sigh of resignation, knowing she was yet again not going to get an answer to that question, Akane decided to move onto urgent business, "Whatever. Anyway, someone's putting their marks up on our territory. If that's not bad enough, their art sucks!"
"Akane saying art sucks..." Shampoo whispered in wonder.
"Yeah... that does seem pretty harsh..." Ukyo stated with no small amount of awe in her own voice.
"Hold up, what's that supposed to mean?" Akane almost growled accusingly.
The two other girls looked at her with innocent, smiling faces, and replied in unison, "Nothing."
"It means your graffitti isn't worth putting on construction paper and even hanging up in a pre-school class," Ranma explained, prying his head up enough to voice his opinion.
"Dry up and die," Akane sighed, pressing her foot down even harder.
"Ranma, why you go and insult Akane like that?" Ryoga asked, pressing his own foot onto Ranma's head to make sure it stayed down.
"Anyway, someone's moving in on our area," Akane continued, "Looks like we may have some competition..."
______________________________
Kuno examined Akane's graffitti that was now covering his own, "Hmm, it appears Akane Tendou has accepted proposition by the marraige of our public markers," Kuno stood up straight, and almost stumbled forward on his new and expensive roller blades, "Let this mark the beginning of Nerima's securing by HEAVEN'S VENGENCE!"
On call, four roller bladers wearing full kendo sparring outfits, complete with masks, skated behind Kuno. All five pulled out wooden bokkens, and thrust them into the air in pose.
