Ferrets and Pigtails û Under a Blue Moon
A 'Home' Sidestory
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Blue [bloo]:
-noun
the pure color of a clear sky; the primary color between green and violet in the visible spectrum, an effect of light with a wavelength between 450 and 500 nm.
-slang
depressed; melancholy
indecent; somewhat obscene; risquÚ
the sky; the heavens
the sea; the ocean
alcohol intoxicated
marked by blasphemy
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Ranma cursed as he bounced around the bulkhead, praying that he wasnÆt suddenly going to collapse a wall and vent atmosphere into the shipÆs hull he was fighting in, but these guys werenÆt giving him much choice.
It had started off like any other trip to a new world, sneak on board, and stay generally out of sight until it reached some other port. Except that this time freaking space pirates had decided to attack the ship he was on. They were all women, and wearing form fitting bright red body suits that could reflect a great deal of damage, and wielding swords of various types û it was how heÆd pegged them as pirates in the first place.
At thirteen, Ranma couldnÆt put nearly the force into his blows that he could as an older teen. To alter this, heÆd started incorporating more and more in the way of meteor blows into his fighting style, and inner chambers like this hull were perfect for that, if it wasnÆt for the fact that any miss on the enemyÆs part with enough force would open them up to deep space.
He was, of course horrified that his current fighting style strongly resembled HapposaiÆs but he remained strong, reminding himself that he wasnÆt into peeping on girls and stealing panties.
Of course, his new idea for a spell hadnÆt helped that image either. ôGrav Bomb!ö He chucked a brackish sphere from each hand. An intense gravity field wrapped around a core of anti-gravity, the æbombÆ pulled itÆs victims closer before letting loose with what amounted to a concussion charge, sending pirates flying in all directions.
He took a moment to knock out the woozy, then made his way out of the storage deck to go find the bridge. It wasnÆt really all that hard on a ship this small, and the pirates werenÆt really all that hard to handle, though their numbers and the other passengers occasionally made it tricky.
Of course, being a physical powerhouse armed with gravity magics doesnÆt mean youÆre invincible. He barely caught sight of the one he assumed was the leader because of the fancy decorations on her red jumpsuit, when she turned and gestured at him, causing his vision to fill with sparkles, just before he fell unconscious.
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Azulia was an aptly named world. The vast majority of it was covered in water. That, coupled with some unusual heat dispersing properties in the atmosphere and itÆs proximity to its sun, meant that the vast majority of the planet was limited to three ecosystems: Ocean, Jungle, and desert, often existing right next to each other as temperature and humidity shifted. The water was blue, like any other world, but unlike so many others, so was the sand. And the 'greenery'. And, of course, the fur of the animals that had adapted to such conditions over time. In fact, about the only prominent feature of the planet that wasn't blue was the moon, which was just as off white as any Earth native would be familiar with.
The people here were predominantly tanned, oiled women who did not wear a lot of clothing. They were also quite friendly, as any sort of violence seemed to be too sweaty a chore for them to take any great part in such things. It used to make the traveler, who was accustomed to people wearing a great deal more clothing and not being quite so free with their attention, somewhat nervous, but at the moment he didnÆt quite care, too caught up in his own worries.
He was screwed. HeÆd screwed up. Again. Catastrophically. He could not even begin to comprehend just how bad this would look. He was the deadest dead man to ever be still walking. He had lost a Lost Logia. Again. Ignorance would not save Yuuno Scrya this time.
Still, there was no help for it. HeÆd have to go call this in at his ship, which would raise questions of its own. Azulia was a non-administrated world, though they knew about space travel as it featured heavily in their histories. But a non-administrated world and a lost Lost Logia û on his vacation from being Head Librarian, no less? He was a dead man.
Grumbling a bit to himself, Yuuno came up upon the shallow bay where heÆd hidden his ship, and called it up to him. At least, he thought to himself, IÆve learned enough to figure out when I should call for help. He couldnÆt exactly count on finding another Nanoha around here.
Nanohaà He shook his head ruefully and backed out of any fantasies. He was likely to get chewed out over this. Reaching the surface, his non-descript ovoid ship gently floated over to him û where it was intercepted by a falling escape pod. Both objects promptly exploded, knocking him off his feet.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and gaped in dismay at the destruction. There was a slight moaning to his left, and Yuuno saw a thirteen year old boy laying there groaning, obviously out of it. Yuuno scurried over to make sure he was alright, leaning over him and preparing a diagnostic spell.
The boyÆs eyes suddenly snapped open and he roared out. ôDamn you!ö
ôGah!ö Yuuno jerked back, falling on his ass.
The boy then blinked a few times, then spotted Yuuno. ôOops,ö he said sheepishly, sitting up and scratching the back of his head. ôRanma Saotome. Sorry about that.ö
Yuuno sighed. ôI donÆt suppose youÆre carrying any kind of communicator or beacon on you, are you?ö
ôUh, no.ö Ranma screwed up his face.
Yuuno hung his head. ôI figured as much. WeÆre stranded here.ö
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A 'Home' Sidestory
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Blue [bloo]:
-noun
the pure color of a clear sky; the primary color between green and violet in the visible spectrum, an effect of light with a wavelength between 450 and 500 nm.
-slang
depressed; melancholy
indecent; somewhat obscene; risquÚ
the sky; the heavens
the sea; the ocean
alcohol intoxicated
marked by blasphemy
---
Ranma cursed as he bounced around the bulkhead, praying that he wasnÆt suddenly going to collapse a wall and vent atmosphere into the shipÆs hull he was fighting in, but these guys werenÆt giving him much choice.
It had started off like any other trip to a new world, sneak on board, and stay generally out of sight until it reached some other port. Except that this time freaking space pirates had decided to attack the ship he was on. They were all women, and wearing form fitting bright red body suits that could reflect a great deal of damage, and wielding swords of various types û it was how heÆd pegged them as pirates in the first place.
At thirteen, Ranma couldnÆt put nearly the force into his blows that he could as an older teen. To alter this, heÆd started incorporating more and more in the way of meteor blows into his fighting style, and inner chambers like this hull were perfect for that, if it wasnÆt for the fact that any miss on the enemyÆs part with enough force would open them up to deep space.
He was, of course horrified that his current fighting style strongly resembled HapposaiÆs but he remained strong, reminding himself that he wasnÆt into peeping on girls and stealing panties.
Of course, his new idea for a spell hadnÆt helped that image either. ôGrav Bomb!ö He chucked a brackish sphere from each hand. An intense gravity field wrapped around a core of anti-gravity, the æbombÆ pulled itÆs victims closer before letting loose with what amounted to a concussion charge, sending pirates flying in all directions.
He took a moment to knock out the woozy, then made his way out of the storage deck to go find the bridge. It wasnÆt really all that hard on a ship this small, and the pirates werenÆt really all that hard to handle, though their numbers and the other passengers occasionally made it tricky.
Of course, being a physical powerhouse armed with gravity magics doesnÆt mean youÆre invincible. He barely caught sight of the one he assumed was the leader because of the fancy decorations on her red jumpsuit, when she turned and gestured at him, causing his vision to fill with sparkles, just before he fell unconscious.
---
Azulia was an aptly named world. The vast majority of it was covered in water. That, coupled with some unusual heat dispersing properties in the atmosphere and itÆs proximity to its sun, meant that the vast majority of the planet was limited to three ecosystems: Ocean, Jungle, and desert, often existing right next to each other as temperature and humidity shifted. The water was blue, like any other world, but unlike so many others, so was the sand. And the 'greenery'. And, of course, the fur of the animals that had adapted to such conditions over time. In fact, about the only prominent feature of the planet that wasn't blue was the moon, which was just as off white as any Earth native would be familiar with.
The people here were predominantly tanned, oiled women who did not wear a lot of clothing. They were also quite friendly, as any sort of violence seemed to be too sweaty a chore for them to take any great part in such things. It used to make the traveler, who was accustomed to people wearing a great deal more clothing and not being quite so free with their attention, somewhat nervous, but at the moment he didnÆt quite care, too caught up in his own worries.
He was screwed. HeÆd screwed up. Again. Catastrophically. He could not even begin to comprehend just how bad this would look. He was the deadest dead man to ever be still walking. He had lost a Lost Logia. Again. Ignorance would not save Yuuno Scrya this time.
Still, there was no help for it. HeÆd have to go call this in at his ship, which would raise questions of its own. Azulia was a non-administrated world, though they knew about space travel as it featured heavily in their histories. But a non-administrated world and a lost Lost Logia û on his vacation from being Head Librarian, no less? He was a dead man.
Grumbling a bit to himself, Yuuno came up upon the shallow bay where heÆd hidden his ship, and called it up to him. At least, he thought to himself, IÆve learned enough to figure out when I should call for help. He couldnÆt exactly count on finding another Nanoha around here.
Nanohaà He shook his head ruefully and backed out of any fantasies. He was likely to get chewed out over this. Reaching the surface, his non-descript ovoid ship gently floated over to him û where it was intercepted by a falling escape pod. Both objects promptly exploded, knocking him off his feet.
He pushed himself up on his elbows and gaped in dismay at the destruction. There was a slight moaning to his left, and Yuuno saw a thirteen year old boy laying there groaning, obviously out of it. Yuuno scurried over to make sure he was alright, leaning over him and preparing a diagnostic spell.
The boyÆs eyes suddenly snapped open and he roared out. ôDamn you!ö
ôGah!ö Yuuno jerked back, falling on his ass.
The boy then blinked a few times, then spotted Yuuno. ôOops,ö he said sheepishly, sitting up and scratching the back of his head. ôRanma Saotome. Sorry about that.ö
Yuuno sighed. ôI donÆt suppose youÆre carrying any kind of communicator or beacon on you, are you?ö
ôUh, no.ö Ranma screwed up his face.
Yuuno hung his head. ôI figured as much. WeÆre stranded here.ö
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