Author's note: it was brought to my attention that I'm actually missing the real second chapter, which was done on my ex-girlfriend's computer. Since I don't talk to that bi-... her anymore, I'll have to see if I can locate it from someone else. When I find it, I'll post it up :p
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'Styl'n'
"Eeeeyyyy Tati m'boy," the eldest Kuno greeted his son, as he entered their ancestoral home, "I be trust'n you get d'new recruit?"
"Aye, he is eager to provide his services to the noble family of Kuno," Tatewake retorted, "Your dear twisted daughter should be locating more compotent individuals to assist us with our just cause to rid our fair city of the wretched and vile Saotome, along with his lowly cohorts Hibiki and Tsu.
"And de girls dat be foll'n dem?"
"Nary are they more than obviously confused, and are in dire need to lead from their vile predicerment. They may not fear for long, as with my growing and fearless army, I, Tatewake Kuno, the Blue Thunder, shall finally vanquish the demon sorceror Saotome, and cease their unbearable servitude and endless thrall!"
"Eh, da's great, Tate," the Elder Kuno replied, having tuned out his son, "Jus' see dat you get rid of dem."
Tatewake swiped his bokken at a nearby pineapple tree that was in a stand inside the house, not even turning to watch it slowly slide from the stump, and collapse to the ground, "Your wish, is as good as deed. Soon, Saotome will be as felled as this obnoxious tree you so dearly admire."
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Ooooh, what's this about some army? I don't know about you cats, but hat was tha ONLY thing I caught in that long gust of wind.
Haa haa haaaaaa! But tell you what, we got a lot more ground to cover in this uplifting tale of ours...
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Ranma continued to grind backwards, standing upright with his hands in his pockets with a pensive look on his face. Looking behind him, he saw the overhang bridge that crossed over the Nerima Wrecking Crew's hangout. Leaping into the air, he somersaulted foward, still flowing back with the momentum of his reverse railgrind. he cleared the bridge, shifting in the air slightly to miss the rail on the other side of it, landing on the side of the dried up canal.
The pigtailed rollerblader completed a rotation in his flip before his skates met with the cement floor. He still held his momentum, as he turned his blades to the side, causing sparks to fly as he skidded to a stop. Mousse saluted Ranma in greeting from where he was sitting on the couch, as Akane remained leaning against the wall and nodded in acknowledgement at Ranma's arrival.
"Sup, Saotome?" Mousse enquired, turning to lay down on the couch.
"Just got back from deal'n with Pantyhose Bovine," Ranma quipped, seemingly distracted.
Akane looked up, "Why didn't you just point him in the direction of the old pervert? it's not like he really has business with you."
Ranma slowly skated towards the edge of the canal bed that formed a half-pipe for them to indulge in, "That's the thing, he didn't seem all that interested in the freak more than being a hassle in general." Ranma let himself tip off the edge, and rolled to the other side of the halfpipe. He cleared the edge of the opposite bank, completing a 720 spin, before blading to the other side, and gripping the side, kicking into a handplant. "It's start'n to get rediculous, with the bustle that's suddenly been growing around here."
"Yeah, it's getting to be a commotion just to go out and score some grub," Ukyo stated, as she and Ryoga ramped up the canal bed, managing to hear part of the conversation upon their return.
"As long as you peeps brought the chow, it's all good," Mousse commented.
Ryoga snorted, and tossed Mousse a burrito from the sack he was carrying, "Some Mexican seemed good tonight."
"How far did you have to go get it?" Ranma enquired, intending a jab.
Ukyo glared at Ryoga who smiled nervously, before shrugging, "Well, it's authentic, at least."
Akane rolled her eyes, "Honestly, guys, there's no way that Ryoga and Ukyo coulda made it halfway around the world and back in time for dinner."
"Well, I had my doubts, and inclined to agree with you," Ukyo spoke up, still favoring Ryoga with an unamused expression, "but I didn't speak enough Spanish to confirm my suspicions."
"Kinda bland," Mousse stated, taking a second bite out of his meal, "Should have gotten lost around a Taco Bell instead."
"Anyhow, you guys were talking?" Ukyo interjected, bringing the conversation back to track.
"Ranma got into a tangle with pan... with Tarou," Akane reiterated.
"He claimed to be looking for the old letch to get his name changed, but he was too busy being a public nuisance to look hard enough." Ranma continued for her.
"Yo, you think this has anything to do with that mess with Kuno," Ryoga enquired, taking a bite out of his food.
"Or annoying pink girl?" Shampoo asked, eyeing her meal with a slight distain, before resigning herself, and unwrapping it.
"No clue," Ranma replied, dropping to a kneel, "But if someone's actually trying to stir up trouble suddenly, think we're gonna need to do our civic duty, and quell hostilities."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Mousse commented, "Been a bit quiet arond here, before this at least."
"Uh huh," Akane began in a dry tone, "And do we even have any leads on where to start? We can ask the lightheaded associates of ours, but I don't think they'll be forthcoming. And Tarou's not going to say anything just to simply spite us."
"I got an idea where to start," Ranma replied, shifting uneasily, "But it ain't gonna be pleasant."
"Whatja mean, Sugar?" Ukyo asked, giving Ranma a concerned expression.
"Well, dealing with the Ambitious is never pleasant," Ranma stated with a nervous smile. Akane, Ukyo, Shampoo, Mousse, and Ryoga winced in sympathy.
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Down deep in the most financially secure part of Nerima, we have a group of lovely girls that are as beautiful and skillful on the blades as they are their namesake.
This is the Ambitious, good children, and crossing these pretty devils will leave your wallet flatter than a bad spill offa Tokyo Tower!
Take these good words of advice from that man with the PhD in Urban Psychology; steer clear of this gang if you got a choice! They're not prone to violence, but you'll be hurt'n after locking horns!
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Ranma launched himself into an extra burst of speed, running at the wall of the three story bank a an angle. With enough momentum, he leapt against the side of it, rolling against the verticle platform, before launching himself towards a billboard. Rebounding from the advertising sign, he landed on a cableline running along the course he was heading. He then hopped onto a second powerline that took him in a different direction. Two 180 degree hops allowed him to rebuild the speed of his grind, making it able for him to coast for several meters, before leaping from the line, and onto a stair rail, climbing to a higher altitude.
Grinding down the rail, he then lept from it onto a guardrail of a balcony. Less than a meter grind, he leapt up to the roof of a nearby building. Skating along the flat terrain, Ranma caught notice of the local gang's tag against the a wall of the building next to him; a yen symbol with wings.
Turning towards the other building, Ranma put on another burst of speed, and once near the end of the roof he was on, leapt almost straight up. He planted his roller blades against the wall, gliding up it. Reaching the edge of the roof, he grabbed ahold, and flipped himself onto it. He traveled atop the border of the roof, changing direction to grind up a wire that was connecting the roof to the next taller building. Almost to his destination, he then lept off the line, over the corner of the taller building, and descended onto the platform of an electric billboard. There, he found who he was looking for, counting her profits contentfully, as she swung her legs off the edge.
"Usually you send Sis or Ukyo to try recruiting me," Nabiki stated, not bothering to look up at the pigtailed martial artist and rollerblader, "And to what do I owe such a prestigious visit?"
"Heh, relax, I ain't here to recruit you," Ranma placated, "You're asking price is way too steep."
"As it was intended," Nabiki stated, folding the large roll of yen into the pocket of her stone gray slacks that matched her business suit-like vest, all completed with a white dress blouse underneath. She stood up, and turned to Ranma with her best business expression, "So,I'll reiterate, the reason you're here?"
"I was hoping you could give me with some information," Ranma requested, scratching the back of his head.
Nabiki's outh twitched into a smirk, "Ranma, when was the last time you were able anything for yourself?"
"Huh?"
"Exactly," Nabiki retorted, turning away, "Sorry Ranma, but, this discussion isn't worth my time at the moment. Talking to destitute delinquents isn't within my best interest."
"Hey! This is kinda important, you know?" Ranma quickly replied.
"Not for me, it isn't," the leader of the Ambitious countered, "Toodeloo, Saotome." With that, she hopped from the billboard.
Ranma ran to the edge, and found Nabiki grinding along a wire to descend. With a curse under his breath, Ranma dropped onto the powerline in pursuit, "Hey, just wait a sec!"
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Heh heh hehhhh, that's Ol' girl Nabiki for ya. Cold as hard currency! But yo, it ain't like Ranma to just give up like that, tho' he's gonna have to be work'n it in order to convince this capitalistic honey to hear him out!
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'Styl'n'
"Eeeeyyyy Tati m'boy," the eldest Kuno greeted his son, as he entered their ancestoral home, "I be trust'n you get d'new recruit?"
"Aye, he is eager to provide his services to the noble family of Kuno," Tatewake retorted, "Your dear twisted daughter should be locating more compotent individuals to assist us with our just cause to rid our fair city of the wretched and vile Saotome, along with his lowly cohorts Hibiki and Tsu.
"And de girls dat be foll'n dem?"
"Nary are they more than obviously confused, and are in dire need to lead from their vile predicerment. They may not fear for long, as with my growing and fearless army, I, Tatewake Kuno, the Blue Thunder, shall finally vanquish the demon sorceror Saotome, and cease their unbearable servitude and endless thrall!"
"Eh, da's great, Tate," the Elder Kuno replied, having tuned out his son, "Jus' see dat you get rid of dem."
Tatewake swiped his bokken at a nearby pineapple tree that was in a stand inside the house, not even turning to watch it slowly slide from the stump, and collapse to the ground, "Your wish, is as good as deed. Soon, Saotome will be as felled as this obnoxious tree you so dearly admire."
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Ooooh, what's this about some army? I don't know about you cats, but hat was tha ONLY thing I caught in that long gust of wind.
Haa haa haaaaaa! But tell you what, we got a lot more ground to cover in this uplifting tale of ours...
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Ranma continued to grind backwards, standing upright with his hands in his pockets with a pensive look on his face. Looking behind him, he saw the overhang bridge that crossed over the Nerima Wrecking Crew's hangout. Leaping into the air, he somersaulted foward, still flowing back with the momentum of his reverse railgrind. he cleared the bridge, shifting in the air slightly to miss the rail on the other side of it, landing on the side of the dried up canal.
The pigtailed rollerblader completed a rotation in his flip before his skates met with the cement floor. He still held his momentum, as he turned his blades to the side, causing sparks to fly as he skidded to a stop. Mousse saluted Ranma in greeting from where he was sitting on the couch, as Akane remained leaning against the wall and nodded in acknowledgement at Ranma's arrival.
"Sup, Saotome?" Mousse enquired, turning to lay down on the couch.
"Just got back from deal'n with Pantyhose Bovine," Ranma quipped, seemingly distracted.
Akane looked up, "Why didn't you just point him in the direction of the old pervert? it's not like he really has business with you."
Ranma slowly skated towards the edge of the canal bed that formed a half-pipe for them to indulge in, "That's the thing, he didn't seem all that interested in the freak more than being a hassle in general." Ranma let himself tip off the edge, and rolled to the other side of the halfpipe. He cleared the edge of the opposite bank, completing a 720 spin, before blading to the other side, and gripping the side, kicking into a handplant. "It's start'n to get rediculous, with the bustle that's suddenly been growing around here."
"Yeah, it's getting to be a commotion just to go out and score some grub," Ukyo stated, as she and Ryoga ramped up the canal bed, managing to hear part of the conversation upon their return.
"As long as you peeps brought the chow, it's all good," Mousse commented.
Ryoga snorted, and tossed Mousse a burrito from the sack he was carrying, "Some Mexican seemed good tonight."
"How far did you have to go get it?" Ranma enquired, intending a jab.
Ukyo glared at Ryoga who smiled nervously, before shrugging, "Well, it's authentic, at least."
Akane rolled her eyes, "Honestly, guys, there's no way that Ryoga and Ukyo coulda made it halfway around the world and back in time for dinner."
"Well, I had my doubts, and inclined to agree with you," Ukyo spoke up, still favoring Ryoga with an unamused expression, "but I didn't speak enough Spanish to confirm my suspicions."
"Kinda bland," Mousse stated, taking a second bite out of his meal, "Should have gotten lost around a Taco Bell instead."
"Anyhow, you guys were talking?" Ukyo interjected, bringing the conversation back to track.
"Ranma got into a tangle with pan... with Tarou," Akane reiterated.
"He claimed to be looking for the old letch to get his name changed, but he was too busy being a public nuisance to look hard enough." Ranma continued for her.
"Yo, you think this has anything to do with that mess with Kuno," Ryoga enquired, taking a bite out of his food.
"Or annoying pink girl?" Shampoo asked, eyeing her meal with a slight distain, before resigning herself, and unwrapping it.
"No clue," Ranma replied, dropping to a kneel, "But if someone's actually trying to stir up trouble suddenly, think we're gonna need to do our civic duty, and quell hostilities."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Mousse commented, "Been a bit quiet arond here, before this at least."
"Uh huh," Akane began in a dry tone, "And do we even have any leads on where to start? We can ask the lightheaded associates of ours, but I don't think they'll be forthcoming. And Tarou's not going to say anything just to simply spite us."
"I got an idea where to start," Ranma replied, shifting uneasily, "But it ain't gonna be pleasant."
"Whatja mean, Sugar?" Ukyo asked, giving Ranma a concerned expression.
"Well, dealing with the Ambitious is never pleasant," Ranma stated with a nervous smile. Akane, Ukyo, Shampoo, Mousse, and Ryoga winced in sympathy.
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Down deep in the most financially secure part of Nerima, we have a group of lovely girls that are as beautiful and skillful on the blades as they are their namesake.
This is the Ambitious, good children, and crossing these pretty devils will leave your wallet flatter than a bad spill offa Tokyo Tower!
Take these good words of advice from that man with the PhD in Urban Psychology; steer clear of this gang if you got a choice! They're not prone to violence, but you'll be hurt'n after locking horns!
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Ranma launched himself into an extra burst of speed, running at the wall of the three story bank a an angle. With enough momentum, he leapt against the side of it, rolling against the verticle platform, before launching himself towards a billboard. Rebounding from the advertising sign, he landed on a cableline running along the course he was heading. He then hopped onto a second powerline that took him in a different direction. Two 180 degree hops allowed him to rebuild the speed of his grind, making it able for him to coast for several meters, before leaping from the line, and onto a stair rail, climbing to a higher altitude.
Grinding down the rail, he then lept from it onto a guardrail of a balcony. Less than a meter grind, he leapt up to the roof of a nearby building. Skating along the flat terrain, Ranma caught notice of the local gang's tag against the a wall of the building next to him; a yen symbol with wings.
Turning towards the other building, Ranma put on another burst of speed, and once near the end of the roof he was on, leapt almost straight up. He planted his roller blades against the wall, gliding up it. Reaching the edge of the roof, he grabbed ahold, and flipped himself onto it. He traveled atop the border of the roof, changing direction to grind up a wire that was connecting the roof to the next taller building. Almost to his destination, he then lept off the line, over the corner of the taller building, and descended onto the platform of an electric billboard. There, he found who he was looking for, counting her profits contentfully, as she swung her legs off the edge.
"Usually you send Sis or Ukyo to try recruiting me," Nabiki stated, not bothering to look up at the pigtailed martial artist and rollerblader, "And to what do I owe such a prestigious visit?"
"Heh, relax, I ain't here to recruit you," Ranma placated, "You're asking price is way too steep."
"As it was intended," Nabiki stated, folding the large roll of yen into the pocket of her stone gray slacks that matched her business suit-like vest, all completed with a white dress blouse underneath. She stood up, and turned to Ranma with her best business expression, "So,I'll reiterate, the reason you're here?"
"I was hoping you could give me with some information," Ranma requested, scratching the back of his head.
Nabiki's outh twitched into a smirk, "Ranma, when was the last time you were able anything for yourself?"
"Huh?"
"Exactly," Nabiki retorted, turning away, "Sorry Ranma, but, this discussion isn't worth my time at the moment. Talking to destitute delinquents isn't within my best interest."
"Hey! This is kinda important, you know?" Ranma quickly replied.
"Not for me, it isn't," the leader of the Ambitious countered, "Toodeloo, Saotome." With that, she hopped from the billboard.
Ranma ran to the edge, and found Nabiki grinding along a wire to descend. With a curse under his breath, Ranma dropped onto the powerline in pursuit, "Hey, just wait a sec!"
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Heh heh hehhhh, that's Ol' girl Nabiki for ya. Cold as hard currency! But yo, it ain't like Ranma to just give up like that, tho' he's gonna have to be work'n it in order to convince this capitalistic honey to hear him out!
