YES, What he said. OMG Cherico that was amazing. Better than Canon indeed.
You know I never emphasized with Happosai before and now I can see why he could be so broken of a character.
YES, What he said. OMG Cherico that was amazing. Better than Canon indeed.
You know I never emphasized with Happosai before and now I can see why he could be so broken of a character.
Cherico...
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I'm just speechless.
Best Kasumi and Happosai ever.
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I'm just speechless.
Best Kasumi and Happosai ever.
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I have seen it done a couple of times, but not really to this level.
- Location
- Manila, Philippines
Really!? Can you give a link?
Cherico
Machine
Anything goes has had seven practitioners only one so far has gotten its true meaning.
Soun Tendo tried to make it some thing it wasn't he attempted to turn a lemon tree into a cherry tree, Happosai considers him to be a failure.
Genma Satome, accepted the art as it was, but he never looked deeper he never found the under lining meaning, Happosai considers his failure to be more grating, Genma is a man who looks into the ocean and sees only the surface and after peering into it himself.
Nabiki Tendo saw the art and rejected it, she peered under the water and headed for shore.
Akane Tendo in the end rejected her fathers art for another taking some tricks with her, she put her toe in the ocean and decided to swim in a pool.
Ranma is learning the art, right now he is overwheilmed with learning the style, with fights, he swims in the ocean but he does not understand it yet.
Of all six diciples Kasumi came closest to getting the truth and she isn't telling anyone.
Cherico
Machine
They say they are to bullshit people in Happosai's case or to intimidate them In cologne's case. The only one in the story even close to 200 is Macguffin and he's not quite there yet.
I really liked Kasumi's bit, but this just killed the ending for me. Please fix them.
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Machine
fixed also sent in the betas choice.
Not really, but back in the day was one of the pillars of fan fic, like Harry Potter big.the problem is a lot of the old sites just don't exist anymore.
Always kind of wondered how many millions of words just disappeared into the aether.
But there were many stories that tried to incorporate many of the....more problematic aspects of Japanese culture.
Best advice I could give would be troll through some of the old web rings in search of links that still work,though I will admit it can be a bit disheartening to find a story that you really like and realize it died in 1998.
Hell you may even see a script format fic.
Word of warning,fanon got a bit thick,as for a lot of people fan fiction was pretty much the only way to get at the story aside from copied tapes, I mean this was backin the day that if you wanted the manga you had to go to a convention or get it mail order.
You can still see some of the fanon roots like Nabiki supporting her family or psycho Akane, or honor is all Ranma in the background fanon today.
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Machine
Akane isn't psycho in this fic, she has some really serious issues and needs therapy.
You don't have a hoard of people attacking you for months at time with out that seriously fucking with your head. She's going to need some therapy or some time to seriously decompress from that stuff, because having to fight a hoard of men, and if they beat you up get to have you as a prize?
Thats fucking scary, that is nightmare level crap right there, is it any wonder she has a hair trigger temper? I mean she freaking needed that just to god damned survive.
You don't have a hoard of people attacking you for months at time with out that seriously fucking with your head. She's going to need some therapy or some time to seriously decompress from that stuff, because having to fight a hoard of men, and if they beat you up get to have you as a prize?
Thats fucking scary, that is nightmare level crap right there, is it any wonder she has a hair trigger temper? I mean she freaking needed that just to god damned survive.
Just to be clear, I was not saying that the Akane in this story would fall into the psycho Akane trope. You made a point that Ranma tends to give as good as he gets with her, but you did have her pull a hammer on a teacher, which seems less like something a more canon Akane would do.
All the characters, with maybe the exception of Ryoga, seem to be a bit off of their canon personalities to a greater or lesser degree, but they seem consistent. And you have not got bashy* with it. So I am pretty interested to see what direction this goes.
* with maybe the exception of Nabiki, honestly I could see an argument made in both directions Especally if you weigh the slapstick nature of the OS vs the more gritty version you seem to be writing, I guess it really comes down to where her character arc goes and how said arc is handled. Not even saying that it would need to be a redemption arc, her fall could be just as interesting, but you can usually tell when an author just wants bad things to happen to a character.
That said she did break a deal with a wizard with the penalty basically being "be Murphy's bitch" so,,,
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Hinako Ninomiya
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Machine
Hinako Ninomiya
I can taste Ki, I don't bring it up very often since people just don't get it, it's like explaining the concept of blue to a blind man. I don't eat the Ki of others just for power, I do it to live even if I wanted to stop I can't, it would kill me. Desperation and hunger drove me to take a singular trick and master it uttrerly. Many martial artists underestimate me, they simply don't get it. Bruce Lee once said "I fear not the man who knows a thousand kicks but the man who has practiced one kick one thousand times."
I have that practice, driven by a need to survive, by a hate for a corrupt world where the strong crush the weak, where deviants hunt small children. I am the hope, the dreams, and all the hate of a small girl, I'm a cry for justice. I am Hinako Ninomiya, I go to schools that have failed and I bring order. I have devoured all kinds of Ki, the horrid hate of Yakuza wannabees. The frigged cold of psychopaths, the bitter tears of the hopeless, and the arrogance of countless queen bees. Some have called me a vampire, maybe this is true, I age so much slower then others, I am so much stronger.
So what is a taste of a persons soul, like Kuno's child? Tastes like burnt toast, bitter, burnt out and tasteless. The older Tendo girl? Like pork that has too much spice, the younger Tendo girl? Like overly salted fish, Macguffin Sensei? Tastes like an old history book, the Saotome boy? Like horse, well cooked horse, but horse. The Gosunkugi boy.... he tasted good. I still had shivers from the first time I truly tasted his ki. It was like drinking a fine wine, and my body ached for more.
I watched him in the hospital a few times, watched him cure girls and I remembered being one of those girls. Remembered the sword of damocles above my head promising death, remembered being delivered from it. We were a lot alike me and the boy, we were both saved by corrupt masters, given power out of a rare, unexpected burst of kindness. Happosai was a known letch drunkard, annoyance, thief and malcontent, but he had saved my life. Maguffin sensei was more careful but... Well, I can taste Ki and people who have killed taste differently then those who haven't and Macguffin's Ki had the all to familar copper aftertaste.
Like I said we had a lot in common, I understood his perverse loyalty to the man, I doubt I would be able to go against Happosai. It was getting cold and I could see my breath, the slightly pleasant pain was there again. It had been too long since my last feeding, their was a slight hitch in my breath, it was going to rain soon. I should have brought an umbrella, I should have worn some thing waterproof. I felt a sense of agony until I sensed him, his energy. Most people didn't radiate out their energy but he did, like his teacher.
I didn't have to reach for his Ki like I did to so many others, his ki his energy did all the work. I felt his ki press slightly against my soul, my breathing got heavy, it was starting to drizzle and I was now wet. I let his Ki penetrate my soul. At first it hurt, there was just so much, but after a while it started to feel good. I took his ki into me, accepting him into me and I panted as every slight pain was replaced by pleasure.
Eventally it was too much and I wimpered as I sat down, not exhausted, but satisfied. It was raining heavily now and I was soaked, I watched him control the rain, watched him float in the air and then fly off. He didn't see me, didn't notice me, I stumbled home in a good mood, feeling powerful, refreshed and content. I dreamed about the comming school year and felt a sense of glee.
It was going to be a good year.
I can taste Ki, I don't bring it up very often since people just don't get it, it's like explaining the concept of blue to a blind man. I don't eat the Ki of others just for power, I do it to live even if I wanted to stop I can't, it would kill me. Desperation and hunger drove me to take a singular trick and master it uttrerly. Many martial artists underestimate me, they simply don't get it. Bruce Lee once said "I fear not the man who knows a thousand kicks but the man who has practiced one kick one thousand times."
I have that practice, driven by a need to survive, by a hate for a corrupt world where the strong crush the weak, where deviants hunt small children. I am the hope, the dreams, and all the hate of a small girl, I'm a cry for justice. I am Hinako Ninomiya, I go to schools that have failed and I bring order. I have devoured all kinds of Ki, the horrid hate of Yakuza wannabees. The frigged cold of psychopaths, the bitter tears of the hopeless, and the arrogance of countless queen bees. Some have called me a vampire, maybe this is true, I age so much slower then others, I am so much stronger.
So what is a taste of a persons soul, like Kuno's child? Tastes like burnt toast, bitter, burnt out and tasteless. The older Tendo girl? Like pork that has too much spice, the younger Tendo girl? Like overly salted fish, Macguffin Sensei? Tastes like an old history book, the Saotome boy? Like horse, well cooked horse, but horse. The Gosunkugi boy.... he tasted good. I still had shivers from the first time I truly tasted his ki. It was like drinking a fine wine, and my body ached for more.
I watched him in the hospital a few times, watched him cure girls and I remembered being one of those girls. Remembered the sword of damocles above my head promising death, remembered being delivered from it. We were a lot alike me and the boy, we were both saved by corrupt masters, given power out of a rare, unexpected burst of kindness. Happosai was a known letch drunkard, annoyance, thief and malcontent, but he had saved my life. Maguffin sensei was more careful but... Well, I can taste Ki and people who have killed taste differently then those who haven't and Macguffin's Ki had the all to familar copper aftertaste.
Like I said we had a lot in common, I understood his perverse loyalty to the man, I doubt I would be able to go against Happosai. It was getting cold and I could see my breath, the slightly pleasant pain was there again. It had been too long since my last feeding, their was a slight hitch in my breath, it was going to rain soon. I should have brought an umbrella, I should have worn some thing waterproof. I felt a sense of agony until I sensed him, his energy. Most people didn't radiate out their energy but he did, like his teacher.
I didn't have to reach for his Ki like I did to so many others, his ki his energy did all the work. I felt his ki press slightly against my soul, my breathing got heavy, it was starting to drizzle and I was now wet. I let his Ki penetrate my soul. At first it hurt, there was just so much, but after a while it started to feel good. I took his ki into me, accepting him into me and I panted as every slight pain was replaced by pleasure.
Eventally it was too much and I wimpered as I sat down, not exhausted, but satisfied. It was raining heavily now and I was soaked, I watched him control the rain, watched him float in the air and then fly off. He didn't see me, didn't notice me, I stumbled home in a good mood, feeling powerful, refreshed and content. I dreamed about the comming school year and felt a sense of glee.
It was going to be a good year.
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That was kind of creepy.
- Location
- Berkeley
Heh, she is interesting here. I do wonder what she would think if she knew more of McGuffin-sensei's life--she does seem to see things in a binary, but she seems open to logic. I guess she's got something a bit like McGuffin's thing where he said that your respect for people will drop dramatically once you have Mage senses. Basically that she gets enough information to know some fucked up things, but doesn't really get the full context of them.
Also, I wonder exactly how the differences between Hikaru's energy and Ki will affect her--you know, like the whole energy poisoning thing Ranma would have gotten from it.
And...she may be lusting over a student. Which is wrong. Honestly, the language could go either way but I still find it funny that the icon of purity might be doing that.
Also, I wonder exactly how the differences between Hikaru's energy and Ki will affect her--you know, like the whole energy poisoning thing Ranma would have gotten from it.
And...she may be lusting over a student. Which is wrong. Honestly, the language could go either way but I still find it funny that the icon of purity might be doing that.
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Cherico
Machine
Ranma's full name pretty much roughly translates as wild horse.
Yeah but we're talking about how ki has a certain flavor or taste to Hinako that defines the personality of the person. If that's the case, what does horse meat mean in that context?
A wild stallion under a lot of heat and pressure?
Water slide 41
Cherico
Machine
Water slide
"Concentrate."
Summer vacation was coming and Sensei decided that it was time to train my other element. He had refused to train me in my origin, he told me in that lied madness, literal madness. To master your origin was to become your origin, it was more then then an aspect of yourself, like an element it was the base, the soul. To chase after it was to become closer to it, to become more simplified, to give up complexity in your quest for power. It was very hard to come back from that, he spoke with a haunted look in his face, as if from experience.
I concentrated on my element, on cloud. I had spent so much time with water that it was hard to focus on something else.
"Water and cloud, what does it mean?"
Sensei raised an eyebrow.
"You add water to a cloud and you get a raincloud, that says both good things and bad things about you."
"So I'm like, a depressing raincloud?"
"Rain brings life, without it civilization isn't possible."
"And slide?"
"You have a tendency to daydream and go into your own little world. That has good points and bad ones, you tend to slide away from your problems. That allows you to endure a lot of shit, but it also means you're living up to your potential."
"And that's bad?"
"There's a massive difference between being a good man and a great one, and the price of being great is high and it might not be worth the price."
"How did you get to be you?"
He froze.
"I made a deal with a very powerful being, ten years in a bad spot for power, only I was a smartass and picked all the options and landed there for 30 years."
"Why did you do that?"
"Didn't have a whole lot of connection to my old life, so I just left, but I had debts to pay.... lots of debts, so I have to travel world after world, until I pay off what I owe..."
"Do you regret it?"
"No... there were issues, but it was a good 30 years, had a wife, kids, friends, a life, and I've seen a lot of stuff since then. If I don't screw up, I have thousands of years in me. Sure, I spend most of my jumps just cleaning stuff and doing janitorial work, but I've learned a lot."
I concentrated, focused my power and a cloud formed. I smiled until I thought about what I could do with this power...
"And how does this help me?"
Sensei shrugged.
"Theres always more to an element then just the surface, I can get away with so much bullshit with my element, I'm sure cloud has some awsome options as well."
"Bureaucracy?"
"Remember the celestial bureaucracy?"
He smiled wickedly and I blinked.
"Create another cloud."
I did so and it formed. I tried to think of something I could do with a cloud, obscure vision? I couldn't summon enough to make it rain, at least in a major way.... but clouds did have moisture in them, I could walk on water. I made the cloud come towards me and I took a step on it. It wobbled, but it held my weight. I commanded the cloud to rise, I hovered in the air and then fell, Sensei grabbed me before I hit the ground.
"I can fly....."
It was a statement that changed everything. I have flown before in the rain, but now.... now that would be open to me at all times...I smiled and laughed.
"I CAN FLY!"
I got back to my feet eager to practice my new element, an errant news paper flew by as I practiced, something about a scandal threatening to take down the japanese government, I ignored it. It was nothing important, after all I could fly.
"Concentrate."
Summer vacation was coming and Sensei decided that it was time to train my other element. He had refused to train me in my origin, he told me in that lied madness, literal madness. To master your origin was to become your origin, it was more then then an aspect of yourself, like an element it was the base, the soul. To chase after it was to become closer to it, to become more simplified, to give up complexity in your quest for power. It was very hard to come back from that, he spoke with a haunted look in his face, as if from experience.
I concentrated on my element, on cloud. I had spent so much time with water that it was hard to focus on something else.
"Water and cloud, what does it mean?"
Sensei raised an eyebrow.
"You add water to a cloud and you get a raincloud, that says both good things and bad things about you."
"So I'm like, a depressing raincloud?"
"Rain brings life, without it civilization isn't possible."
"And slide?"
"You have a tendency to daydream and go into your own little world. That has good points and bad ones, you tend to slide away from your problems. That allows you to endure a lot of shit, but it also means you're living up to your potential."
"And that's bad?"
"There's a massive difference between being a good man and a great one, and the price of being great is high and it might not be worth the price."
"How did you get to be you?"
He froze.
"I made a deal with a very powerful being, ten years in a bad spot for power, only I was a smartass and picked all the options and landed there for 30 years."
"Why did you do that?"
"Didn't have a whole lot of connection to my old life, so I just left, but I had debts to pay.... lots of debts, so I have to travel world after world, until I pay off what I owe..."
"Do you regret it?"
"No... there were issues, but it was a good 30 years, had a wife, kids, friends, a life, and I've seen a lot of stuff since then. If I don't screw up, I have thousands of years in me. Sure, I spend most of my jumps just cleaning stuff and doing janitorial work, but I've learned a lot."
I concentrated, focused my power and a cloud formed. I smiled until I thought about what I could do with this power...
"And how does this help me?"
Sensei shrugged.
"Theres always more to an element then just the surface, I can get away with so much bullshit with my element, I'm sure cloud has some awsome options as well."
"Bureaucracy?"
"Remember the celestial bureaucracy?"
He smiled wickedly and I blinked.
"Create another cloud."
I did so and it formed. I tried to think of something I could do with a cloud, obscure vision? I couldn't summon enough to make it rain, at least in a major way.... but clouds did have moisture in them, I could walk on water. I made the cloud come towards me and I took a step on it. It wobbled, but it held my weight. I commanded the cloud to rise, I hovered in the air and then fell, Sensei grabbed me before I hit the ground.
"I can fly....."
It was a statement that changed everything. I have flown before in the rain, but now.... now that would be open to me at all times...I smiled and laughed.
"I CAN FLY!"
I got back to my feet eager to practice my new element, an errant news paper flew by as I practiced, something about a scandal threatening to take down the japanese government, I ignored it. It was nothing important, after all I could fly.
Hmmm... I don't think that's good.