Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Sat, 21 Sep 2002 23:32:09 -0500 "C. Jones" <guilty@furinkan.net> wrote:
Sailor Moon and her friends belong to Naoko Takeuchi. They're used here
without my permission. Cobalt and the others are mine. Personally, I don't
mind if you use them but they've threatened to drain all the energy out of
anyone who tries to make them work extra.
That seems rather OOC. They just want to be left alone.
"You say that we're gambling the lives of Earth," Mamoru
added. "When you boil it down, there are a lot of really nasty people
on Earth. The guy who attacked Rei and Callie last week is a good
example if you need one. With that in mind, how can you assume that
every {enemy : outsider : invader : visitor} is one-hundred percent evil?"
"You should have heard her last night," Artemis noted. "She
kept me up all night."
Considering that she was up too, Luna's sympathy for him is probably
limited.
"{What : Was} that what that was?" Minako asked. "And there I thought
there was a cat-fight going on in my closet."
While it was certainly troublesome to {do a :} be responsible for
a patient who had to keep her identity discreet, especially as
someone in almost exactly the same boat, Ami relished the opportunity
to practice her bed-side skills, something she got very little of
during her day-job.
"It will be," Ami confirmed. "At least at first. You've
largely repaired the damage to your muscles, but they're still weak
and atrophied. You've got to build up a little muscle mass in your
abdomen to keep them from {hernia ting : herniaing} or even tearing."
Minako nodded. "You can only sing 'Happy Happy World' so many
times before your brain starts to seriously warp."
It's interesting that Minako feels that way. I can hardly imagine what
Haruka thinks, if she still can.
Part of her wanted attack the young punk and drain every
ounce of energy from {her : his} body. Another part of her wanted to ignore
the problem since earning money wasn't part of her long-term goal
anyway. The rational part of her was the part that chased him out of
the store with a broom handle and then called the police with an
accurate description of the young man's face and clothing.
The two made it to Juuban {high : High} during the last period of
school and made their way to the nurse's office.
"Why don't you come with us, {Shigo : Shingo}-kun?" Minako suggested,
winking at Mamoru again. "We're all going back to my place to see
Luna's kittens."
That may not have been the support Mamoru wanted, but it's not a bad idea
to include Shingo to help defuse the situation.
After watching their leader disappear, the three sprinted
down the alley past a couple more warehouses. They darted inside a
similar building and made their way through its darkened hallways. In
just a few minutes, they were standing in the shadows near a
tarpaulin-covered object. Near-by the object was what appeared to be
a pretty young girl. She had a deck of cards and was playing
{Solitaire : solitaire} on the top of a packing crate.
"Quickly!" the {monster : youma} commanded, gesturing to her comrades.
Shingo glanced at Minako {who was suddenly :} whose normally
absent-minded, happy-go-lucky expression had been replaced with a
scowl of intense concentration. Her face bore no trace of the manic
glee she had shown while teasing him and Hotaru the entire afternoon.
For Kaliborite, who saw more in the radio spectrum than the
normal color spectrum humans did, it was terrifying. The daytime sky
was a distracting, shifting morass of colors. The traffic lights and
signs that seemed to tell everyone else where to go were dark and
meaningless to her. She bumped into people because she tended not to
notice them {until : unless} she was staring directly at them.
"No more!" Venus begged. "I'll do anything. "Please, just
don't hurt me any more. Don't throw me in the briar patch! Argh! I'm
going, Dave! I can feel it. I can feel my mind going. Daisy...
Daisy..."
That was horrifying. And acting _is_ her day job. Thankfully Germanium
wasn't much of a critic.
In her human-seeming form, Silicon was a small and weak. Even
as a youma, she didn't have much more strength. Either way, her sword
form, her only real weapon, was unpracticed-- practiced enough to
kill {: though}, Cobalt noted, seeing the green smears that still decorated the
weapon.
The darkness began to swirl around her as her consciousness
faded. The last thing she saw before passing out were the retreating
shadows and, concealed within them, a pair of glinting eyes and a
glowing green scar.
Cobalt should be able to recognize Ytterbium from that. The hard part will
be believing that Ytterbium has been opposed to what she's been doing. I'm
having some trouble understanding that myself, I guess we'll find out in
the stirring conclusion. Soon, I hope.