Priss stared at the closet where water had pooled from the partially opened door. She fought down the feeling of dread as she yanked open the door ... only to find a spool of shredded cable wire and water dripping from some busted pipes. The cow-licked haired biker girl quickly put 2 and 2 together and came up with apples and oranges. She imagined the pig tailed boomer transforming into some bio sludge and traveling through the pipes. ‘That means that we have to go track it into the sewers! Eww…oh well ‘girls night out’ is on! I have to tell Sylia!’
She ran up to the apartment, and quickly deduced Sylia’s whereabouts from a running television. Priss stopped to catch her breath and said, “There’s a problem! You know the boom…,” she trailed off when Sylia didn’t respond back, “What’s wrong Sylia?” She looked at Sylia’s half turned wide-eyed face, but couldn’t decide if it was in shock or horror. Priss’s eyes then also became wide as she looked at the TV screen.
On the screen was a construction boomer that had apparently gone rogue and built itself up into a two-story machine monstrosity (think Constructicons with a bad hair day). Just a few feet away, a female A.D. police officer, whose flowing red hair flared dramatically in the wind, stood in a relaxed stance with her back to the camera. (So far, all attempts at a close up had failed from too quick motions or positioning much to the chagrin of the camera operator and studio.) Off screen, a female reporter continued, “... For those of you who have just joined we continue this live report of a dramatic show down between a rogue boomer and the A.D. police. Earlier this evening the A.D. police stopped another boomer from wrecking havoc in down town. Now they appear to be doing it again with just a single officer. Our crime and police analyst are going over the A.D. tactics this evening and have found ...” Priss and Sylia both looked at each other with disbelief and said, “Nene!”
Several hours earlier....
Ranma looked up at the water pipes above him. ‘Come on curse! I need to get wet!’ The curse, being true to its nature, did not manifest itself when needed. Ranma exhaled a mushroom puff sigh and prepared to use his head. ‘Let’s see … it should take about two or three jumps if I hit the pipes with my head in the same spot. Oh, man this is going to hurt, but it’s nothing like the tom-boy’s hammer,’ He bunched up his legs and then stopped.
A faint memory hit him where one winter a neighbor of the Tendos went away for a weekend. The power had failed in the house and a bunch of pipes burst because of the cold water freezing in them. Internally he congratulated himself on saving his skull and using his head in a different way. He closed his eyes and begun to delve deep into the soul of ice.
Frost started appearing all around the pigtailed captive. Condensation from his breathing formed on the walls and the pipes. After 10 minutes, he looked up and saw small icicles were hanging from the pipes, but no signs of the pipes breaking. Unshaken by the lack of results, he forced all thoughts out of his mind and concentrated only on the technique. Slowly he heard something freezing.
Ranma allowed himself a brief smile as he shimmied to where he estimated the pipes would break first. The metal cord around him snapped in several places at the sudden movement, which left him completely unbound. The confused martial artist looked at the remains of the cord on the floor and said to himself, ‘Oh. I guess cold makes metal weak as well. So since it was simply closer to me then the pipes, they gave way before the pipes froze!’ Happily, he thought to himself, ‘Cool! That works even better. Note to self: when retelling this to everyone it was my brilliant understanding of physics and things that I created this plan to freeze the metal rope and break it. Which allowed me to stay dry and male,’ then he heard a crack and the pipes broke with predictable results. The cursed martial artist \ spin-doctor looked up mournfully at the pipes and then forced a smirked, “Heh heh ... The back up plan was also successful!”
The now cursed female opened the closet door and started to look around. She spied a duffle bag with a towel stuck partially out of it. As she grabbed the towel to dry herself, she noticed a badge and an A.D. uniform had fallen out of the bag. Ranma looked at it and saw a picture of a woman with long red hair. Aloud she read the badge, “A.D. Police. Romanova, Nene.”
Nene slept safely in her apartment, blissfully unaware that after her shower (and after shower slice of cake) at the Silky Doll that she had left with only her civilian clothes on and had forgotten something important. She sneezed and woke up briefly and thought to herself, ‘Someone is thinking about me … or I’m coming down with a cold. *yawn* Maybe I’ll call in sick tomorrow.’
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