'Styl'n'
Ooooh, tha thunder's roll'n in, and we ain't talking the blue and impotent kind! Seems the wind's blow'n some rumors around about a monster of a menace rais'n heck and fan'n tha flames of anarchy in the Nerima outdoor market! Someone's gonna need to tame this creature of chaos before we all go down in flames!
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Ranma rebounded off the side of a brick building, landing on the banister of a metal outdoor staircase on the side of another building in an alley. He spiraled down, taking the sharp ninety degree turns with ease of luke warm butter in a hundred degree weather.
He leapt of the final flight of stairs' guardrailing, landing in a side skid that took him to the edge of the alley. "Heh, smoooth," Ranma commented to himself, as he began to skate off into the open market, "Time to score up some grub, since Akane's gonna leave the rest of us high and hungry... huh?"
Ranma came to an abrupt stop, as he watched people fleeing from the market in panic or outrage. "Whoa, serious..."
Ranma started to skate backwards, keeping in pace with the middle aged business man attempting to gain some distance between himself and the disturbance, "Yo, old man, what's the news?"
The man came to a stop, staring at Ranma with anger and trepidation, "You with the punk back there?"
Ranma blinked, "What punk?"
"The punk knocking people over in the market. Someone needs to lock you hoodlums up, and away from our fair streets!"
"Listen, Pops, I ain't got nutt'n to do with the jerk in there right now... at least I don't think I do." Ranma gave the man a confident smirk, "But, I'll tell you what. I got a rep to uphold, and I can't let some random guy ruin things. How about I see what's up, and take care of this?"
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Ranma's skates ground against the insulated wires of the electric poles, taking a clearer route to the center of the disturbance. Leaping down onto a yakitori stand and then to the ground, Ranma scouted out the scene. It wasn't long before he caught sight of a familiar green windbreaker, and an unusual sash trailing behind it.
With his smirk growing wider, Ranma decided to meet up with Nerima's latest visitor. Ranma quickly skated, picking up speed, until he came to an electric pole. pushing upwards into a leap that redirected all his accumilated momentum, he braced his rollerblades against the side, grinding up the verticle plane. Reaching the top, he pushed down and shifted his weight forward, once again changing his direction back to horizontal along the powerlines.
Once he caught sight of his queiry, he leapt off the wire, twirling once in a lazy spin, before suddenly thrusting his foot down in a dartkick directly towards the troublemaker.
The green blur stopped, just in time to allow Ranma's kick to pulverize the ground where he would have been. As the dust cleared, Ranma stood before the menace with his hands in his pockets in an easy stance, "Hey, Pantyhose."
Pantyhose Tarou's eyes narrowed, "Been a while, Femboy."
Ranma tilted his head, casually shedding away the barb from the other boy, "Sup? Any particular reason you're riling the natives?"
Tarou smirked, "If it was any of your business... ah well, may as well tell you. Lost the old freak around here somewhere, and I'm not leaving until we have a little chat about a few things."
Ranma snorted, tossing his hand forward, "How nice of you to entertain the old folks, but I can't have you giv'n me a bad name in my town." Ranma turned to the older young man with a serious glare, "I'm gonna ask you to chill, nicely first."
Tarou's grin grew wider, "Or what, Girlboy?"
Ranma pulled out a can of spraypaint, "Or I'm gonna have to tag some wildlife, before forcint it to migrate."
Tarou's expression became a dark smirk, "You think you can keep up with me?"
"That's the plan," Ranma replied, "Not like it's gonna take a lot of heat to burn you."
Tarou chuckled, before holding his arms out wide, "Well then, Femboy, come and get me!" With that he pushed away from Ranma, beginning to skate backwards. Ranma's bottom lip pursed, before he took off in pursuit.
Tarou continued to skate backwards, evading obstacles that he wasn't even paying attention to, as Ranma quickly caught up. The pigtailed boy held out his can of spraypaint, ready to mark down his soon to be latest victory, only to have Tarou suddenly spin on the toe of his left roller blade, and deliver an outside crescent kick to knock the can from Ranma's hand.
The pigtailed blader's eyes narrowed, as the can flew out of his hand, and quickly retaliated by bringing his left fist forward towards Tarou's face, suddenly putting on a boost of speed that made the enviorment around him seem to blur into a uniform parallel of colored streaks. Tarou faded out the way, allowing Ranma to breeze by him an off of the sidewalk on the outside of the market border, and as he was spinning away, attempted a thrust kick at Ranma's back.
Ranma leaned out of the way of the kick, still skating sideways as Tarou kept up, and dropped into an inside low sweep. To avoid being taken off his feet, Tarou leapt to the side, landing on a streetside guard rail. Ranma jumped to the other side, landing on the guard rail that bordered the opposite side of the street.
They stared across the way at each other, through the passing street traffic, and when an opportunity was spotted, they both leapt at each other. Ranma and Tarou passed one another in the air, trading a rapid succession of blows as the flew past. Landing on the railings on the opposite side of the street, Tarou and Ranma once again ground down the downhill slope, before taking the thin out of traffic to leap at each other once again.
After a multitude of trade offs, Ranma leapt directly into Tarou's path with his knee thrust out, attempting to catch his opponent in the ribs. Tarou met the knee with his own, causing the two to cancel out each other's momentum at each other, and land in the street. The fight carried on, as they both engaged in an elaborate series of Wing Chun style trapping, while staying together against one another and weaving between the cars speeding towards them as they progressed down against the flow of traffic.
Ranma suddenly leapt up about a meter off the ground, and attempted an inside 360 kick towards Tarou's head. The older fighter leapt up high to avoid it, just out of the path of an oncoming bus. As it passed under him, Tarou braced his right hand against the roof of the vehicle, and used it to vault himself over it to its rear. As soon as Ranma had landed from his kick, he dropped down into the side splits, keeping the front wheels against the ground, as he leaned forward to avoid having his head taken off by the undercarrege of the bus.
Tarou landed just as Ranma rose from passing under the bus, and both fighters quickly rejoined battle. Traffic grew more dense, forcing the two to veer out of the street, and onto the sidewalk. Pedestrians quickly dove out of the way, swearing obscenities at the two hoodlums that were ignored for the fight between them.
Tarou suddenly pressed his attack into Ranma, causing the pigtailed blader to leap backwards, landing against a low hung billboard. Tarou quickly leapt at Ranma, landing in front of him, and attempted a right cross at Ranma's head. Ranma leapt away, landing against another building's billboard, and anticipated Tarou's pursuit. pantyhose Tarou homed in on Ranma, just as Ranma predicted, and allowing the younger fighter an opportunity to deliver an uppercut before he skated off the edge of the verticle billboard.
Tarou deftly blocked the attack, while swinging his leg around, up, and then down (while he was still horizontal) towards Ranma's head. The pigtailed martial artist and rollerblader shifted out of the way of the ax kick, before leaping off the edge of the billboard, onto the side of a building.
A green blur followed the red blur from each verticle plane, one attempting to gain the advantage over the other. Eventually, they bounded onto the rooftops, being forced to dodge chimneys, jutting vents, poles, and clotheslines while battling one another. After the third building, Ranma leapt into a backwards swan dive, seeing the irrigation ditch below him.
Tarou had leapt off the roof to follow, and chuckled in impending triumph, "Bad move, Femboy. The odds just went into my favor..."
Ranma returned Tarou's smirk; he knew exactly where he was heading.
Two consecutive splashes rose high from the water, almost immidiately followed by a third splash that came from benieth the flowing water.
The flying bovine beast that had emerged from the canal howled in extreme agony, as it landed on the sidewalk, furiosly attempting to remove the rollerblades from it's hooves; Tarou shed his clothes during his transformation, but the durable plastic of the rollerblades refused to give.
Ranma-chan climbed out of the ditch, finding it was her turn to smirk in triumph. She casually strolled up to the pained flying creature with her hands behind her head, as it was suddenly padding around its waist for something apparently very important.
Ranma brought her hands from around the back of her head, and held a gourd up that was warm to the touch, "Looking for this?"
With wide eyes, Tarou nodded furiously, as he reached for the gourd. "Ah-ah-ahhh," Ranma chided, as she jumped back out of his reach, "We have a few things we're going to need to clear up, first..."
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HAHAHAAAAAA!!! That was a scene to be remembered, yo! Let ol' Professa K tell you the truth! That meant it wouldn't be one that the big 'n' nasty Tarou wouldn't forget! He wasn't going to be short in forgiv'n your friendly neighborhood roller blad'n martial artist. You better look out, Ranma! Tarou had found himself a kindred spirit!
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"Lousy sex-chang'n pigtailed fairyboy," Tarou grumbled, while sitting in the shower of a public bath; his extremely sore tooties soaked in a bucket of hot water, as he furiously scrubbed at Ranma's tag that was generously applied to Tarou's bare back.
"Excuse me, might I enquired as to your allusion to the despicable cur, Ranma Saotome?"
"Who's ask'n," Tarou growled, not in the mood to put up with anyone.
"One that like nothing better than to see that foul blackguard put in his rightful, undignified place." The young man sat down next to Tarou, and handed the cursed boy a bar of industrial soap that was tailored to remove spaypaint.
"So, you got beef with the Femboy, too?"
Kuno twisted his nose at the odd slander used, but nodded, "Indeed. We are currently looking for those that would be willing to aide our cause in finishing off the accursed Saotome..."
Tarou tilted his ear towards Kuno, "I'm listening..."
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Oh boy! And if you don't think that's bad news, here comes trouble times TWO!
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"Aloha!" Principle Kuno almost shouted over the phone in greeting, "Yah, I got a new assignment for ya, waihini! We temporarily transferr'n ya from substitute teaching to special assi'nment on da police department! Ya, pay's good! We quadruple what ya mak'n now, and den double dat upon completion! Dat sound good? Den I be need'n ya to be report'n to da police department when da tide come in.... dat be morn'n, little waihini... Be see'n ya."
Kuno hung up the phone with Ms. Hanomiya, smiling a more sinister smile than his usual manic grin.
Ooooh, tha thunder's roll'n in, and we ain't talking the blue and impotent kind! Seems the wind's blow'n some rumors around about a monster of a menace rais'n heck and fan'n tha flames of anarchy in the Nerima outdoor market! Someone's gonna need to tame this creature of chaos before we all go down in flames!
_________________________
Ranma rebounded off the side of a brick building, landing on the banister of a metal outdoor staircase on the side of another building in an alley. He spiraled down, taking the sharp ninety degree turns with ease of luke warm butter in a hundred degree weather.
He leapt of the final flight of stairs' guardrailing, landing in a side skid that took him to the edge of the alley. "Heh, smoooth," Ranma commented to himself, as he began to skate off into the open market, "Time to score up some grub, since Akane's gonna leave the rest of us high and hungry... huh?"
Ranma came to an abrupt stop, as he watched people fleeing from the market in panic or outrage. "Whoa, serious..."
Ranma started to skate backwards, keeping in pace with the middle aged business man attempting to gain some distance between himself and the disturbance, "Yo, old man, what's the news?"
The man came to a stop, staring at Ranma with anger and trepidation, "You with the punk back there?"
Ranma blinked, "What punk?"
"The punk knocking people over in the market. Someone needs to lock you hoodlums up, and away from our fair streets!"
"Listen, Pops, I ain't got nutt'n to do with the jerk in there right now... at least I don't think I do." Ranma gave the man a confident smirk, "But, I'll tell you what. I got a rep to uphold, and I can't let some random guy ruin things. How about I see what's up, and take care of this?"
_________________________
Ranma's skates ground against the insulated wires of the electric poles, taking a clearer route to the center of the disturbance. Leaping down onto a yakitori stand and then to the ground, Ranma scouted out the scene. It wasn't long before he caught sight of a familiar green windbreaker, and an unusual sash trailing behind it.
With his smirk growing wider, Ranma decided to meet up with Nerima's latest visitor. Ranma quickly skated, picking up speed, until he came to an electric pole. pushing upwards into a leap that redirected all his accumilated momentum, he braced his rollerblades against the side, grinding up the verticle plane. Reaching the top, he pushed down and shifted his weight forward, once again changing his direction back to horizontal along the powerlines.
Once he caught sight of his queiry, he leapt off the wire, twirling once in a lazy spin, before suddenly thrusting his foot down in a dartkick directly towards the troublemaker.
The green blur stopped, just in time to allow Ranma's kick to pulverize the ground where he would have been. As the dust cleared, Ranma stood before the menace with his hands in his pockets in an easy stance, "Hey, Pantyhose."
Pantyhose Tarou's eyes narrowed, "Been a while, Femboy."
Ranma tilted his head, casually shedding away the barb from the other boy, "Sup? Any particular reason you're riling the natives?"
Tarou smirked, "If it was any of your business... ah well, may as well tell you. Lost the old freak around here somewhere, and I'm not leaving until we have a little chat about a few things."
Ranma snorted, tossing his hand forward, "How nice of you to entertain the old folks, but I can't have you giv'n me a bad name in my town." Ranma turned to the older young man with a serious glare, "I'm gonna ask you to chill, nicely first."
Tarou's grin grew wider, "Or what, Girlboy?"
Ranma pulled out a can of spraypaint, "Or I'm gonna have to tag some wildlife, before forcint it to migrate."
Tarou's expression became a dark smirk, "You think you can keep up with me?"
"That's the plan," Ranma replied, "Not like it's gonna take a lot of heat to burn you."
Tarou chuckled, before holding his arms out wide, "Well then, Femboy, come and get me!" With that he pushed away from Ranma, beginning to skate backwards. Ranma's bottom lip pursed, before he took off in pursuit.
Tarou continued to skate backwards, evading obstacles that he wasn't even paying attention to, as Ranma quickly caught up. The pigtailed boy held out his can of spraypaint, ready to mark down his soon to be latest victory, only to have Tarou suddenly spin on the toe of his left roller blade, and deliver an outside crescent kick to knock the can from Ranma's hand.
The pigtailed blader's eyes narrowed, as the can flew out of his hand, and quickly retaliated by bringing his left fist forward towards Tarou's face, suddenly putting on a boost of speed that made the enviorment around him seem to blur into a uniform parallel of colored streaks. Tarou faded out the way, allowing Ranma to breeze by him an off of the sidewalk on the outside of the market border, and as he was spinning away, attempted a thrust kick at Ranma's back.
Ranma leaned out of the way of the kick, still skating sideways as Tarou kept up, and dropped into an inside low sweep. To avoid being taken off his feet, Tarou leapt to the side, landing on a streetside guard rail. Ranma jumped to the other side, landing on the guard rail that bordered the opposite side of the street.
They stared across the way at each other, through the passing street traffic, and when an opportunity was spotted, they both leapt at each other. Ranma and Tarou passed one another in the air, trading a rapid succession of blows as the flew past. Landing on the railings on the opposite side of the street, Tarou and Ranma once again ground down the downhill slope, before taking the thin out of traffic to leap at each other once again.
After a multitude of trade offs, Ranma leapt directly into Tarou's path with his knee thrust out, attempting to catch his opponent in the ribs. Tarou met the knee with his own, causing the two to cancel out each other's momentum at each other, and land in the street. The fight carried on, as they both engaged in an elaborate series of Wing Chun style trapping, while staying together against one another and weaving between the cars speeding towards them as they progressed down against the flow of traffic.
Ranma suddenly leapt up about a meter off the ground, and attempted an inside 360 kick towards Tarou's head. The older fighter leapt up high to avoid it, just out of the path of an oncoming bus. As it passed under him, Tarou braced his right hand against the roof of the vehicle, and used it to vault himself over it to its rear. As soon as Ranma had landed from his kick, he dropped down into the side splits, keeping the front wheels against the ground, as he leaned forward to avoid having his head taken off by the undercarrege of the bus.
Tarou landed just as Ranma rose from passing under the bus, and both fighters quickly rejoined battle. Traffic grew more dense, forcing the two to veer out of the street, and onto the sidewalk. Pedestrians quickly dove out of the way, swearing obscenities at the two hoodlums that were ignored for the fight between them.
Tarou suddenly pressed his attack into Ranma, causing the pigtailed blader to leap backwards, landing against a low hung billboard. Tarou quickly leapt at Ranma, landing in front of him, and attempted a right cross at Ranma's head. Ranma leapt away, landing against another building's billboard, and anticipated Tarou's pursuit. pantyhose Tarou homed in on Ranma, just as Ranma predicted, and allowing the younger fighter an opportunity to deliver an uppercut before he skated off the edge of the verticle billboard.
Tarou deftly blocked the attack, while swinging his leg around, up, and then down (while he was still horizontal) towards Ranma's head. The pigtailed martial artist and rollerblader shifted out of the way of the ax kick, before leaping off the edge of the billboard, onto the side of a building.
A green blur followed the red blur from each verticle plane, one attempting to gain the advantage over the other. Eventually, they bounded onto the rooftops, being forced to dodge chimneys, jutting vents, poles, and clotheslines while battling one another. After the third building, Ranma leapt into a backwards swan dive, seeing the irrigation ditch below him.
Tarou had leapt off the roof to follow, and chuckled in impending triumph, "Bad move, Femboy. The odds just went into my favor..."
Ranma returned Tarou's smirk; he knew exactly where he was heading.
Two consecutive splashes rose high from the water, almost immidiately followed by a third splash that came from benieth the flowing water.
The flying bovine beast that had emerged from the canal howled in extreme agony, as it landed on the sidewalk, furiosly attempting to remove the rollerblades from it's hooves; Tarou shed his clothes during his transformation, but the durable plastic of the rollerblades refused to give.
Ranma-chan climbed out of the ditch, finding it was her turn to smirk in triumph. She casually strolled up to the pained flying creature with her hands behind her head, as it was suddenly padding around its waist for something apparently very important.
Ranma brought her hands from around the back of her head, and held a gourd up that was warm to the touch, "Looking for this?"
With wide eyes, Tarou nodded furiously, as he reached for the gourd. "Ah-ah-ahhh," Ranma chided, as she jumped back out of his reach, "We have a few things we're going to need to clear up, first..."
_________________________
HAHAHAAAAAA!!! That was a scene to be remembered, yo! Let ol' Professa K tell you the truth! That meant it wouldn't be one that the big 'n' nasty Tarou wouldn't forget! He wasn't going to be short in forgiv'n your friendly neighborhood roller blad'n martial artist. You better look out, Ranma! Tarou had found himself a kindred spirit!
_________________________
"Lousy sex-chang'n pigtailed fairyboy," Tarou grumbled, while sitting in the shower of a public bath; his extremely sore tooties soaked in a bucket of hot water, as he furiously scrubbed at Ranma's tag that was generously applied to Tarou's bare back.
"Excuse me, might I enquired as to your allusion to the despicable cur, Ranma Saotome?"
"Who's ask'n," Tarou growled, not in the mood to put up with anyone.
"One that like nothing better than to see that foul blackguard put in his rightful, undignified place." The young man sat down next to Tarou, and handed the cursed boy a bar of industrial soap that was tailored to remove spaypaint.
"So, you got beef with the Femboy, too?"
Kuno twisted his nose at the odd slander used, but nodded, "Indeed. We are currently looking for those that would be willing to aide our cause in finishing off the accursed Saotome..."
Tarou tilted his ear towards Kuno, "I'm listening..."
_________________________
Oh boy! And if you don't think that's bad news, here comes trouble times TWO!
_________________________
"Aloha!" Principle Kuno almost shouted over the phone in greeting, "Yah, I got a new assignment for ya, waihini! We temporarily transferr'n ya from substitute teaching to special assi'nment on da police department! Ya, pay's good! We quadruple what ya mak'n now, and den double dat upon completion! Dat sound good? Den I be need'n ya to be report'n to da police department when da tide come in.... dat be morn'n, little waihini... Be see'n ya."
Kuno hung up the phone with Ms. Hanomiya, smiling a more sinister smile than his usual manic grin.
