Just Won't Die Ranma, Jeffery 'One Shot' Wong Just Won't Die Naruto, Jeffery 'Oneshot' Wong Guardian, Black Dragon Glitch, Black Dragon Not So Simple a Wish, Ebiris
Ryoga laughed, "Ha, you think I will let you do that? You come out looking like the hero in that situation and I the villain. I'm not letting that happen,"
Ranma smirked, "And your point being?"
Ryoga scratched his head, "Actually, I really don't know what the point is,"
"Bingo," Ranma headed for the door, "Anyway, I'm gonna go take a shower now. Gotta get ready to teach class,"
Nabiki and Akane watched as Ranma headed for the door.
"Watching Ranma do that, that was kinda cool," Nabiki smirked, "He really knew what he was doing,"
"Yeah, I agree," Akane blushed.
They heard Ranma laugh aloud as he left the dojo and say something that made him seem not quite as cool as they originally thought him to be.
"Hahaha, I said 'male member',"
"Damn, isn't Ryoga supposed to be showing up like the good plot device that he is?" Ranma asked himself, scratching his head
"Ah, there you are, Ryoga, like the good plot device that you are," Ranma chuckled when he saw Ryoga standing by the dojo entrance.
Ryoga looked at Ranma curiously, wondering what Ranma meant by that.
Just Won't Die Ranma, Jeffery 'One Shot' Wong
"Dude, what do you care?" the clone said, "Just do it,"
Ranma shrugged, "All right. I'll shoot you. But, remember, if you get really hurt, remember that you can allow yourself to disappear by releasing all your ki like you did before,"
"Gee, thanks," the clone smirked, "That's never occurred to me,"
"Goddamn, I'm such a wise-ass," Ranma said.
Ranma bent down and picked up a rock.
Without warning, he threw the rock at the large man with the sword. The rock hit the man right it the forehead before he had a chance to fully react, knocking him out.
The large man fell backwards where he landed on his back with a loud thud.
Ranma smiled toward the rather young man, hoping to explain away his actions.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. He was an asshole,"
Just Won't Die Naruto, Jeff 'Oneshot' Wong
[probably should be in the Ranma XO's, but JWD is a series, so I'm keeping them together]
Alexandra paled slightly, and took a step back. Swallowing deeply, she raised a hand unsteadily to point at the figure. "You... You cloned Ken Yakata?"
"And you dressed him in underwear with little pineapples on it?" Bei added, fairly disgusted.
Ranma shrugged. "Well, after I left headquarters, I wandered about Tokyo looking for a place to spend the night. Then I bumped into the guy who tried to kill me back in the sewers where we found all those mutants, but we're cool now, so he found me a hotel for the night. Then I woke up and found him gone, and with a section cut out of this treasured photograph that I take with me everywhere I go. I think he may be hunting down my ex for some reason. Anyway, after that I wandered around on Christmas, until I stumbled upon a secret society of demonic Ninja and dispatched them all, coming to within an inch of death while doing so. Then, when I was totally exhausted, a beautiful woman, who may or may not have had butterfly wings, I'm not sure, took me into a small house of purple crystal and laid me down on a bed made of ivory and silver. Then I woke up this morning in some tall grass in a deserted lot down the street, and made my way here." Ranma finished, sighing deeply and fingering the collar of his jacket.
Tiro blinked, then nodded slightly. "Well, I had dinner with my terrorist cousin and a Russian cyborg. We played Pictionary."
"Typical holiday for you too, huh?"
Then she jumped to her feet, her face red with fury, and jabbed a finger at the large beast.
"Tuko, you had better explain this now, and had better explain this WELL!! Or... or... I'll have Snake kill that thing!"
Snake brightened considerably at that, and immediately began scrubbing drool off of his shotgun with his shirt.
Sakura began stroking the beast under its neck, and it let out a low-pitched hiss that really could have meant anything. "Can we keep him?"
The entire room nearly fell down again.
Kyle staggered to his feet. "I don't know... taking care of your own killer alien is a lot of responsibility!"
"The Russian tanks, right?" Tycho asked.
"Right. Well, I have some pals in the R&D labs, and we like to collect those sorts of things."
Ranma blinked. "You collect tanks?"
Snake continued speaking. "The Firestorm boasts an experimental new alloy armor that was designed for use in developing fusion reactor cores! Redundant sensor arrays located on the turret and body allow for reliable visual navigation and tegeting, while state-of-the-art fuel cells allow an unparalleled operation time and movement distance before refueling! How cool is that?!"
"......................" Everyone continued staring at the tank, unsure of how to respond.
That is, until Tiro shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I got a Playstation 2 for Christmas."
"Dude, can I come over your house?"
"What is the world coming to when simulated destruction and killing is preferred over the real thing?" he muttered, irritated.
"Give it a rest, Snake. Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I actually think it's pretty neat that some psycho gave you a big enough cannon to wipe out half the Japanese armed forces."
Snake blinked and turned towards his superior officer, smiling hopefully. "Really?"
Asuka smiled. "No. "
All the DA officers present turned sharply at the voice, and found Asuka standing at the back door to headquarters.
They all spent a moment staring at her quizzically, and the Captain sighed.
"That means stand up straight."
They all quickly did so.
"Obviously, our priority in this case the safety of civilians and the perservation of the city. Meaning that Snake is going down, and going down hard. Is there any here who feel they are unable to shoot, and kill, a former friend?"
Ranma raised his hand. Everybody stared at him. He stared back.
"Oh, come on! I can't be the ONLY one who has a problem with this! Not even you, Sakura?"
"Hey! That's my tank!!"
Putting a hand over his eyes, Snake squinted to see the figure that had emerged from the vehicle, and was firing minigun rounds into the dead armor out of pure spite.
"Hey! That's my face!!"
Mia put a hand to her head as a wave of dizziness overtook her. "There... there are TWO of them..."
John felt like crying.
The great many glares he recieved for the statement were mostly rendered ineffective, as almost all of them were delivered behind armored face masks.
One soldier nearby John whispered to his commanding officer. "Can I shoot him anyway? I know he's not guilty, but we can make it look like a misfire later."
"And when I find a way to explain in words you can understand, you'll be the first to know," Ranma said drolly, leaning back into his pillow. When he realized that it wasn't a "pillow" so much as "Junko's chest", he jerked his head right back up. Not that she seemed to mind, but it was the principle of the thing.
She sighed, and lowered her head, unable to continue to meet his gaze. "When I look back, Saotome was the only one willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, and I'm ashamed at how readily the rest of us prepared to hunt you down."
Everyone around Ranma winced, and slowly lowered their heads guiltily.
Well, except for Tycho. "Hey, don't forget me! I was too high on gasoline fumes to know what was going on!"
"Bah!" Snake scoffed, "laws are people who don't have guns!"
"Hey, this is the notice that Saotome's recruited into Core... this is the same paper that government guy was carrying when he laid us all off."
Both men stared hard at the bloodied paper, and then slowly turned their heads to look at Hunter, who was either trying to urge Snake to pet him harder, or was trying to clean the blood off his beak with Snake's pant leg.
Slowly, they turned their heads back to look at the paper, and then turned to stare at each other.
"Well, I can't imagine how Hunter got a hold of this thing," Snake commented off-handedly, taking out a cigarette lighter and holding it under the paper.
Kyle shrugged. "Don't think I'm a pervert or anything, but when a girl like that is introduced, I pay attention." He began to walk down the hall. "Don't let it get to you. The name's probably just a front for her to sneak into Core's files and cripple Japan's defense abilities before she reveals her secret identity as the girls' super evil third identical sister..." he paused for dramatic effect, "XENA, warrior princess!"
Ranma sweatdropped as he followed him. "You know, now that you don't outrank me, I can call you stupid."
Guardian, Black Dragon
"You idiot! You got soda all over my surge protector! Thatís dangerous!" Unintentionally demonstrating that, the young author picked up a conveniently placed wet rag and began to mop up the liquid around the multitude of electric outlets. Not the stupidest thing he had ever done, but it would prove to be the last.
"Your soul! It says here that you, meaning the spiritual manifestation of Black Dragon, is the property of someone named 'Darren'!"
BD scratched his chin, then nodded as the memory came. "Oh yeah! I gave it to him Junior year! So what's the problem?"
Death gripped his staff tightly. "Why the hell did you give your soul away?"
BD shrugged. "I wasn't using it."
"So... that's it?"
"Yup. Good night." With that, Death raised his scythe, and smashed his client over the head with the blunt handle of the weapon.
Glitch, Black Dragon
"N-no, that's not it!" Ranma stammered, waving his hands in protest, wondering how this girl could one minute be so self assured and the next she'd go to pieces over a tiny little thing. I'm just such a great guy she obviously can't handle me being upset with her, Ranma thought, cursing his overpowering masculinity which girls just had no defence against.
At this, Ranko could only smile goofily and think; Wow, do I look that cool when I fight? I am such a badass!
Not So Simple a Wish, Ebiris
K blinked. "'K'? What kind of a name is that?"
Ranma shrugged. "Well, what were you called before?"
K snorted. "Feh. My parents gave me a name in our native dragon tongue. It's a title so utterly complex and eloquent that your human mind couln't possibly comprehend it."
Ranma raised an eyebrow. "Try me."
"It was 'Tom'," the metadragon explained slowly.
"............................ Right. 'K' it is."
Thinking is this one of Drags' things (Black Dragon Lord of Chaos). Not positive on that.