Ah, good. She could always recognise Shan Puu’s happy voice. Of course she would also be a very happy girl, if she had managed to leave a dead-end rustic village in Chinas backyard for the glittering lights of Tokyo, even if it was in pursuit of Ranma.
“Shan Puu – this is the Tendo news service. It seems that your lover boy, after escaping this mornings entertainment, has spend the rest of the day at a medieval fair or a convention for fantasy readers, as he has returned with some interesting guests for dinner tonight. The guests are an older male in amour, a boy in a dragon suit, and two girls dressed as elves. All foreigners, they may be a family.
One of the girls is rather interested in Ranma, she is rather pretty with a large set of assets, if one like…” The phone went dead in the other end.
Nabiki smiled. If there was one thing Shan Pu flaunted before the other fiancées, it was her assets in the breast department. Well, Shan Pu would pay extra for the information of another girl with large assets in accordance with the rules of the Tendo news service. And maybe she would bring some undrugged ramen with her as an additional bonus. She could use a snack. Well, on to the next on her list of clients. The other girl could be described as cute, that would mean Ukyou could be charged for a special service news in accordance with her contract. Nabiki pushed the key for Ucchans with a smile.
Mists eyes ran over the dwelling of the God-Slayer, it was very modest, not something one would expect by a warrior superior, no broken banners on the wall, no dragonheads over the fireplace, no coat of armour engraved everywhere there were room for it. And somehow she now was able to speak with the God-Slayer, when he was turned into a her. Something was happening here, and she really didn’t like to be involved in something she didn’t have any control over. That was more Thorns line of action.
On another plane of existence Sasherial smiled, pleased with herself. She had been much surprised with the dimension portal and not at least, the angry girl with the bucket who had transformed the God-Slayer into a female and then back to a male.
But she had managed to use the time to download a translations spell to Mist and override her to activate it. Hopefully it would help Mist manage in the start of her “career” on whatever plane the God-Slayer had travelled to, until Mist either re-established contact to the sphere of the Mistress or got permission from an aligned power to access Power. That meant she better got her self back to work. She had to put out a notice to friendly parties to help Mist. The costs, the costs, but she could write it of against the presence of the God-Slayer. Was there other project she could get founding for now, hmmm, maybe she could, hmm, not a bad idea.
Thorn was being herself, e.g. looking for the ten birds on the roof. A handsome boy who turned into a very pretty girl. She could learn to live with that kind of enchantments. After all she was an experienced adventurer and a lady of the world. Thorn continued to ogle the boy intensive. If she just could find someway to speak with him. On the other side, action was better than words, and maybe he liked dominating women.
That sorceress seemed to be one of action too, and there was some kind of chemistry between the sorceress and the God-Slayer, otherwise the sorceress wouldn’t had reacted that way when the God-Slayer looked upon her, first attack him, then flaunting her body in full view of him before running. Thorn made a mental note to remember that technique in seducing boys. You could learn much by visiting foreign places and see their customs.
Alectic started to regain control over his, hmm, below belt body parts, as something hit his nose, something very good. Sniff, a special kind of aroma, sniff, a very interesting combination, and sniff, it smelled like something his grandmother would serve at family gatherings, if she were pleased. Sniffing the way Alectics nose lead him to a young woman by some kind of hot stones, who seemed to be used for cooking. Alectic had heard of such practice before from mother. Should be especially good for flat breads and small slices of meats.
Alectic studied the female human before him,. She was totally emerged into her work. He studied her for a minute more and then started to smile.
Green dragons are practical beings who truly understand the basic law of supply and demands.
That’s the reason why a green dragon kills knights, priests, adventurer’s and other troublesome creatures in its area, but can accept the presence of dwarfs for a minimum 66,6 pct. share of the profit in their mines, protect local farmers for a bull or three or five, winemakers and other craftsmen in return for their best products and accept the passages of traders for gold. But one thing, one art, green dragon respected above all, the art of the chef. Long life did learn one the real value of thing and beings, and the masters of the kitchens were the true artists. A green dragon would even sometime go so far as to pay a chef to come and create a meal – without the chef in question as a part of the meal.
So Alectic smiled happily by the sight of a the young female in action.
Kasumi lay the spoon on the table as the dish has finally reached the flavour, she was seeking.
Suddenly she became aware she wasn’t alone. She turned, and saw a dragon boy before her. Another of Ranmas friends? They were always so much fun. He looked like some kind of foreigner. Maybe he was like the other dragon descent, Herb, who sent her such nice presents of spices from time to time or the nice prince who send those very fine glasses of pickles, which went so well with the rice. Ranma was lucky in his ability to gain new friends quickly.
“Good day, I’m Tendo Kasumi. Can I help you?”
Alectic presented himself with a small bow: “Greetings to you, mistress of the house, I’m Alecti né Thaldo”.
Kasumi politely moved her hand to cover her mouth, as she started a small laugh: “Oh, you’re the one with the tail, your grandma has told me everything about you.”
Alectics face went from green to red, as he blushed. Even here, oh gods, please. Was there one place in the multiverse, when someone hadn’t heard that particularly story.
Kasumi stopped her laugh in favour of moving a finger back and forth before Alectic: “You really shouldn’t do that kind of thing, it’s not proper”. “Well, it was a kind of an accident, I mean, eh” quickly changing the subject from one Alectic didn’t like to reminded about, he asked “Where do you know my grandmother high lady Sylvitic zum Nieven from?”
“Your grandma is a member of my tea-club” Kasumi stated with a smile, as it was an old well known fact, he should have been aware of.
Alectic felt the world go upside-down, his grandmother a member of this frail looking women’s tea-club.
Mother was only a member of a regional sewing club, and she had been so proud of gaining access. Grandmother, on the other hand, had been a member of one of the most prestige full clubs in the realms for a long time, and this women said grandma was a member of her – that tea-club.
The consequence was stabbing him. Why should he be surprised, a God-Slayer, a powerful sorceresses, and now this.
But worst of all, oh, they may call themselves that or this kind of club, but the real purpose of these female gatherings was to make thing happen, create and destroy kingdoms, shape the destiny of men and so on, but the thing they loved most of all, were marriages, even if the happy couple didn’t know each other before they were dragged before the alter, or worse, did know each other to well.
There was the official story behind the marriage between Corellon and Lolth, but the real story was something the ladies giggled of, when they enjoyed a nice cup of tea, between their discussion of theirs offspring’s capabilities or lack of same.
He felt a cold shiver down his spine, a sense of doom by the thought about just how much a mess a bunch of bored ladies could create. So who was this very young female?, since she was the chairwomen of such a powerful gathering.
Kasumi broke his brooding, as she said: “Oh, Alectic. Would you be kind to get me the green box from the fridge” while hiding a small smile.
Alectic looked around in the kitchen. Oh, she properly meant the large white cupboard, which came of in a slight colder level in his eyes in the otherwise warm kitchen. He had hear about those kind of those kind of kitchens element before, which some wizards and priest used to keep meat fresh by cold instead of smoking the meat or drying it out. Personally he preferred to use a stasis spell. It had the additional benefit of keeping the prey alive until or well into the dinner.
Alectic opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised by the amount of different kind of food that he could se. There was no doubt about the young lady’s accomplishment. Hmm, a green box. It had to be that one. Alectic picked it up with his claw and took it out, closing the box’s door.
Interested in its content, as a new dish always is of interest, Alectic whipped the lid of the box, opening it. Unfortunately, the content of the box also found Alectic of interest, as Alectic felt when he suddenly found himself attacked by a formless black glob.
Alectic dropped the box as he acted to defend against the attack. Shit, a demon, why in the world. Alectic moved his claws fast and the demon got of him. With blood oozing from it, the demon falls down on the floor.
“Oh”. With a quick movement of her hand Kasumi took the box from the floor and put the black and now also red bloob/thing back in the box, closed it and put the box back into the fridge.
Alectic knees stilled shivered from the encounter with that thing. Mother had told him a bit about the demon side of their family, even if that line of the clan came from the wrong side of the sheets, and his course in inter dimension higher being has given him the basic knowledge in summoning, but he had never been crazy enough to engage in that kind of activities, only highly talented or crazy people made a career as a summoner, the successfully was often both. Getting control of him self (again), he excused the damages he had made in the otherwise spotless kitchen: “Eh, I’m sorry about the blood on the floor.”
Kasumi turned back and looked on the dragon boy. He did show some good manners not to act as certain others when presented for little sis’ culinary arts. Only Ryoga, Ranmas best friend, had actually been able to pass that little test of her with flying colour. Ryoga had even eaten it voluntary, poor boy. Kasumi smiled “No reason, I’m the one to ask to be forgiven. That was the breakfast Akane had prepared for Ranma this morning”.
Alectic felt something again, something unknown again, another unknown feeling, a sense of pity, combined with a bit of awe. No wonder his companion Ranma was a God-Slayer. He had heard that heroes were feed special foods – but he had never believed that they ate demons for breakfast.
And that explained a bit also about this Akane, who was the God-Slayers fiancée. He would do his best to stay clear of Akane too, now that it turned out she was a summoner. This was indeed a dwelling for the crazy, the perfect home for a God-Slayer.
Alectic then hit himself again mentally. He was starting to that often. He was the God-Slayers first companion, what exactly had he got himself into. Once again he swore never ever again to have orcs for breakfast. After Sir George has adjusted himself to being on a plane with a very low level of magical energy, he looked around the house.
He admitted to himself, that he was very impressed. It was better cleaned than the convent of the Ladies of Silence; he had destroyed 11 year ago in his quest to save princess Erissis of Nievendorff, now queen of Elendor, from being “married” to the god of seduction and corruption.
But where the convent had carried a twisted sick sense of love together with a lot of soap, this house was “bathed” in kindness and some very efficient cleaning agents, he couldn’t identify.
Hmm, it seemed that the dragon had left for somewhere. The elf-girls were still with the young God-Slayer. The boy did seem to like female attention a bit to much, especially since he was in love. Maybe the young man needed a little talk about responsibilities to help him on the right course.
Then there was the other young lady, who seemed to be in some sort of relation with the God-Slayer, maybe an older sister or a cousin. She had treated the God-Slayer as an older sibling often does a younger. The girl was beautiful in a way – the same way a small viper could be in the morning sun. Her aura marked her for, what she was, a small time thief with big ambitions. Sir George pitied her. The first time she made a real mistake she would lose something she wasn’t aware she had – a heart.
With a sad look at the girl, Sir Gorge made his decision. For now he had to watch the dragon. One evil a time.
He followed the way, the dragon had taken, and found him in a very nice, and if possible, even better kept kitchen than the other room, except for the lingering smell of a demonic presence. A smell, which seemed to come from a small red spot on the floor.
The dragon didn’t seem to be the cause of the trouble, since it was in some kind of daze. Not unnaturally when someone evil was in the presence of that particularly kind of aura.
Sir George smiled and kneeled on the doorstep. It was after all the correct protocol, when in the presence of the Goddess of the hearth.
On an another plane, in a cave deeper than deep, on a mountain higher then high, made of shining gold, glittering stones and ancient artefacts of power, who would made a certain duck from a completely different dimension look like a very very poor cousin, rested an ancient green dragon.
The dragon moved its eyes from the 50 inches plasma television, which was floating before her, showing Alectic and Kasumi. She smiled, as she took a sip of her tea.
The plothole she had inherited from the last SI-author she had eaten had indeed been put into good use. The SI-authors may write them self in the realms as some kind of übergods or super cute magical girls, but they still acted like the hormone crazy youth, they were.
That was exactly the reason why she kept succubae in her service for males and the four handsome dark knights she had inherited from her late niece for her females guests.
The last kind of encounters was always a source of fun, and the succubae ensured that the males was clean, when they were served, even if the fat percent of the males typical was way to high for her cholesterol figure, but she was a old lady and entitled to a juicy bit or two, even if the nice doctor Tofu gave her hell about it. But this was a better kind of fun and she really looked forward to the wedding, maybe weddings. Yes - this would be the greatest triumph for her in the club, showing the others her superior abilities in the art of love and marriage, not that those two needed to have anything to do with each other.
Happily she picked a snack from a floating tray beside her. Umm – chabbits in sweet-sour sauce, Kasumis recipes were indeed the best.
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