C&C Disclaimer: Any and all comments I make should be taken as absolute
divine law, and failure to agree with me, comply with my suggested changes,
or laugh at my witty side comments is punishable by a minimum ten years of
being locked in a small cell and force-fed steaming piles of monkey turds
and gallons of camel urine.

...what, you're not buying any of it? Damn. OK, let's just do the C&C then.

(This C&C brought to you by the number 1 and the letter H.)

"You can't escape me," he huffed, advancing towards the two girls
with the bent sign raised menacingly. "No matter how far you run, no
matter how well you hide, I will scent you out. You think I need my eyes
to find you? You both reek of fear.

"And urine. Sailor Moon had an accident."

"Oh, you're beaten," Orthrus assured her, as his orange eyes
flared brightly. "Run, run, as fast as you can, but soon even your vaunted
stamina will fail you, and I will still be hounding your steps. There is
no escape for you now that I have your scent, girl! Sooner or later you
will have to rest, and then I will have run you to ground. My masters
wait for that moment with growing anticipation, Sailor Moon - they shall
show you the most delightful of tortures...."

"Your suffering will be legendary, even in Hell."

"SHINE AQUA RHAPHSODY!" Sailor Mercury cried out, pirouetting in

"Rhapsody" only has one H in it. Incidentally, so does "pirhouette".

"Get away from her!" Sailor Mercury cried out, scrambling back
to her feet and racing towards the hulking beast. Letting the blonde girl
fall from his teeth, Orthrus rose to his full height and chortled, easily
catching Sailor Mercury's wrist as she flailed at him. Twisting her hand
behind her back, the youma spun her around and wrapped his other arm
around her throat. Her wildly kicking boots scraped against the ashphalt

Asphalt is another word that only has one H in it. :)

Cradling her bleeding arm to her chest, Sailor Moon took a deep
breath and screamed. Her shrill cry split through the mist-veiled clearing
and echoed off of the shadowy buildings that surrounded them. The large
red garnets mounted in her hair gleamed dimly, and began to glow as she
screamed again. This time, her shriek somehow rose and fell at the same
time, the very air around her rippling and warping as her siren-like call
escalated through every possible octave at once. The echoes and
reverberations squealed and bounced against each other until the only
thing audible was a constant, high-pitched tone.

*THUD* Not THAT "attack".

Dropping Sailor Mercury to the ground, the dog-like youma clapped
his paws over his ears and reeled backwards, staggering like a drunkard.
Squeezing his eyes shut and shuddering, he lifted his head and howled
into the fog, a warbling, pain-filled noise that had nothing in common
with his previous calls. For a moment, his crazed eyes fell on the still
shrieking Sailor Moon, and his lips curled back from his bloodstained
fangs in a snarl of hatred before he broke away and scurried off into the
shifting curtains of mist on all fours, whining to himself with every
hurried step.

But...whatever works, I guess. ^^;;

"My name's Nise Suiko," the slender youth explained, "and I
seriously doubt that." Running his fingers under the edge of his collar,
he fished out a plinth of gleaming purple crystal that dangled around his
neck on a silver chain.

He has the base of a podium or column support made out of crystal on a chain
around his neck?

...isn't that kinda heavy? And, um...big?

(Maybe 'pendant' or 'sliver' or 'shard' would work better here?)

The youma shook its mane and roared, a throaty bellow that caused
even more dirt to shake loose and tumble onto the struggling young men.
Seiji shook the debris off of the beak of his helmet, thankful for the
thick shag of blond hair that was shielding his right eye from all of the
grit and dust that choked the air. At least Tuxedo Kamen's mask had lenses
built into it - the person who had designed Seiji's mystical armour had
been focusing on things other than eye protection.

"I have a triple-layer codpiece..."

"Gosh, I hope destroying railway property isn't illegal," Sailor
Venus mused to herself as she examined her handiwork. "If I get the cops
after me again, Artemis will never let me live it down."

*FACEFAULT*

It had been a very long time since Sailor Venus had needed to
worry about cops chasing after her, but she had no urge to start doing it
again. If her time as Sailor V had taught her anything -and she was
willing to admit that it might not have- it was that it could be very
difficult for a well-meaning super-heroine to save the day when people
kept trying to arrest her in the middle of it.

[Batman] "Welcome to my world."
[Spider-Man] "We should really start collecting dues for this club."

After all, her cat would probably not have given her a
disguise pen if he had not been expecting her to need to hide from the
authorities every once in a while....

[Artemis] "Actually, I just hoped she'd use it to pose for ecchi cosplay
photos..."

"Hi, Luna!" Venus said with an enthusiastic wave. "I dug a pit!
Pretty swanky, huh?"

"It's gigantic! We could fit Usage's whole bedroom in there!"

"And maybe even Usagi's!"

"You can't make an omelet without breaking some legs, Luna,"

Mental note: Keep Minako the HELL out of the kitchen.

"I hadn't really planned that far ahead," Sailor Venus admitted
with an embarrassed chuckle. "Don't worry, though: I'm sure I'll think of
something brilliant."

....yyyyyyyyyeah. Pardon me for not holding my breath.

The world was burning, and there was nobody left alive to care.

That sounds about right.

"You always let everybody down," the voice continued, as Ryo
focused on drawing the blade out of his chest. "You always have, and you
always will. Don't you see, young Sanada? You were never meant to be a
hero."

"You were meant to be the NPC who complains about cabbages."

"What I am," the floating death's head said placidly, "is a doting
father, patiently caring for his wayward sons. All this heroic nonsense
is nothing more than youthful rebellion - in time, you will see the true
path that waits for you at my side. You will all come back to me, my sons,
and together we shall rule this world as our own."

Who the fuck does he think he is, Darth Vader?

"To make you strong! To help you grow in power and teach you the
ways of the Dynasty! I would have made you princes of this world, young
Sanada, but time and again you have rejected me! I extend my hand to you,
loving parent that I am, and you Samurai Troopers slap it away!" Arago
growled, his hair writhing like a nest of serpents as it batted against
Ryo's armour and began to coil around his arms and legs. "You still don't
understand, do you? Look at what you are without me! Look at what has
become of you!"

Well, let's see. They're alive, they're happy, they're not evil, and some of
them are finding girlfriends...seems to me like they're pretty well off.

*snip*

...okay, that whole vision was just mean.

"Your room?" Ryo asked, running his fingers through his dark hair
and taking another look around. Sure enough, he was sitting on the cot
that had been laid out for him in his friend's bedroom. The walls were
festooned with wrestling posters and pennants for the Yokohama Baystars,
and a giant framed picture of Bruce Lee hung over the bed. The far wall
contained a television and a cabinet that was usually full of videos, and
a rice cooker lay on the floor amidst a pile of spilled rice. He also
couldn't help but notice that the cabinet was missing its doors, and there
were some very large holes in the walls that he did not remember being
there when he lay down. A glance down at his throbbing hands gave him a
pretty good idea what had happened.

Oooooops.

Manipulating Ryo Sanada was such fun that it was practically a
hobby for him, these days.

*FACEFAULT*

As though he had any right to tell her who to attack and who to spare: she
was Xiang Yao, and she killed because she liked to kill. Just because she
was willing to listen to Radanthus' occasional suggestions on who to make
her next target did not make him her master. There was only creature that

Only...one, maybe?

The Leviathan never told her to spare people. In a perverse way,
it was one of the many reasons she loved him. They had a... special...
relationship - she prodded him on to greater evil, and he gifted her with
the power to make her own ambitions a grim reality. Plus, she would never
have had her pets without him. They had made each and every one of her
darlings, together.

......EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!

"All your world is but a dream," she whispered to herself with a
wicked smile, "and I am the mother of all nightmares. Come to me, Sailor
Senshi, for I have so many delightful things to show you. Can you not hear
your princess crying?"

"She cries all the time, what's your point?"

Shin strode into the fog, his blue and white armour seeming to
glow with an inner light as he was enveloped in the pearly mist. The sigil
on his forehead flickered softly as he slowly extended one hand and
pointed.

"Hideki."

"I'm the Samurai Trooper of Suiko," Shin explained in a hushed
tone. It was so quiet inside the mists that even their softest footsteps
were echoing, and neither one of them wanted to draw more attention by
yelling at each other. "Water is my element, all right? I can feel them
moving through the fog. As long as they're surrounded by water, it's the
same as if they were touching me."

Ecchi!!

"Wow. Really?" Sailor Mars looked down and hugged her arms around
her chest. "So, uh... you can feel *anything* that's in this cloud?"

"Yes, Rei," Shin said with an exasperated sigh. "I'm groping you
as we speak."

*DIES LAUGHING* PRICELESS!!

"Unless I had permission," Shin added innocently, as he turned
his back on the Senshi and continued walking through the fog-shrouded
streets. "Now that I think about it, that could prove rather educational.
Remind me to stop by the public baths when this is all over."

*SNRK*

"Shin, I'm not going to leave you alone with this sociopath-"

"I happen to be a psychopath, thank you very much! The least you
can do is get it right!"

Hate it when people do that.

Sailor Mars looked up at Nise Suiko, perched on the lamp like a
crimson demon with his jagged ivory facemask and dimly glowing eyes. He
radiated evil, like the spiritual equivalent of raw sewage. It made her
feel sick just staring in his direction. Every sense of justice in her
body screamed at her that the world would not be right until this walking
disease had been burned away forever.

Don't hold back, Rei. How do you REALLY feel?

"Stupid Samurai Troopers," Sailor Mars groused, as she twisted her
long raven hair into a thick braid and tried to wring some of the water
out of it. The storm sewers gurgled hungrily as they sucked at the small
flood in an attempt to drain it away, but she was still up to her ankles
in the frigid stuff as it formed eddies and whirls around her legs. A
constant series of droplets fell from her skirt and hair, pattering softly
on the sidewalk as she wiped her face dry with one glove and shot an angry
look back in the general direction of the fight. There were a few more
explosions, softer in tone as they got farther away, and one of the
smaller buildings trembled shortly before taking a sudden tilt to the
right and starting to gush water from all of its windows.

O_o;;

"Uh, Sailor Moon got her arm bitten," she said, quickly changing
the topic. "I think it might be pretty bad, but we haven't really had a
chance to examine it, yet. She may need to see a doctor."

Or a priest.

"Do you think they give needles to people who get bitten by
demonic hellhounds?" Sailor Moon asked, looking worried.

Needles? No. Silver bullets? Yes.

A wave of frigid water flew past Ortrus, splashing against his

H alert.

A jet of glowing plasma lanced out from the tip of Ryo's blades,
boring into the centre of Orthtus' ribcage. The youma howled and gurgled
as his entire body began to glow from within, bucking and straining
against the grip of the frozen chains that bound him to the ground. There
was a deafening crack as the ice shattered, and the stream of fire
suddenly warped and bent, arcing upwards. Orthrus was sent wailing into
the sky on top of a shimmering beam of superheated energy, sparks of light
trailing from his body as he was blasted above the rooftops and exploded
in a burst of flame that boiled away before touching the ground. A fine
ash drifted to the ground where he had been standing, steaming gently as
it formed a small pile of smoldering embers.

TOASTY!!

The monster was crouched on top of the young samurai, small
droplets of crimson goo falling from between the gaps in his shell-like
armour and splattering on the ground next to Shin as the concrete hissed
softly and began to smoke. Straining against his doppelganger's inhuman
strength, Shin managed to slip his hand up between Nise Suiko's arms and
wrapped his fingers around the creature's throat. With a loud ratcheting
sound, the steel claws mounted on his gauntlet snapped into place, their
blades pressing against the side of his double's neck.

Oooh, Mexican standoff.

*winces at what happened to Mars* Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch. XO

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