Disclaimer:  I did not create these characters.  Do not blame me.  They
are not my fault.

Disclaimer2: I decided to use the English system of measurement.  No
particular reason.  But as this all takes place in Japan, it may seem
out of place.

Disclaimer3: This is a teaser.  This is only a teaser.  It may never get
written.  If you would like to see it written, C&C is strongly
encouraged.



     They were getting bold.  Four pale men walked down the street,
smelling of cheap alcohol, they were spread out and moved as if they
believed that the world would obey them.  The few people on the street
moved away from them, hesitantly, sensing the predator but unwilling to
abandon their belief in a safe *sane* world.  Suddenly, one of the men
lurched forward with shocking speed, grabbing a woman who had been
too close by the arms.  Opening his mouth to reveal teeth impossibly
long and sharp, he lowered his head to claim his victim even as the
others spread out.  Hunting their own prey.
      A flash of light reflecting off metal and the ring of steel
against steel stole his attention, bringing his head back up, hunger
raging.  Suddenly released of his hold, the woman stumbled away from
the monster, eyes wild.  She screamed, finally, attracting the
attention of the others.  The hunters turned to see one of their own
slump to the ground as the sword that had transfixed him slid out from
between his eyes.
      They blurred, impossibly fast, anger that anyone would *dare*
interfere with their feast driving them to attack.  The target of their
rage stood calmly, the formal attire and bared katana adding to the
surreal scene.  An impressionist painting given life.
      The sword shimmered blue in the night air as it struck, again, a
third time.  The speed of the strokes leaving an after-image of light in
the eye.  A beautiful blue ribbon looping around the figures.  Two more
joined their brother on the ground as the third, last, staggered away
clutching his chest.
      He blurred again, away this time.  Anger replaced by fear.  The
blade rose behind him, streaking down in a cross body slash, glowing
brightly now.  Light sped from the strike, a wide-bladed arrow of power,
faster than him.  Another scream rent the night air, his this time, as
he was thrown down.  Smoke rising from his remains.
      Saotome Nodoka relaxed from her battle stance, returning her
blade to it's sheath.  They were growing bold.  It was time to visit
the Tendo dojo again.  She could wait no longer in finding Ranma.

                 A diseased mind production
               by Magister (justice@nlci.com)
                                     of
             Ranma 1/2 & the World of Darkness
                       <title pending>


-- Magister

My philosophy:
find what it is you want to say, walk in the room, say it, and get the hell
out.


Second philosophy behind that one:
when in doubt, roll in a grenade and come in firing.
                                                                            
  -- JMS