Back in the nineteenth century the world was about to enter a bright new era. The seeds were being sown for the end to the economy of slavery, and the beginnings of social equity. Exciting new technologies were about to unfold, promising great things to come. However, it was not to be, for that was when a shower of meteorites across the globe brought strange glowing crystals and a message; well, a revelation.
All men might be created equal, but some men could become more equal than others; a lot more equal.
Steam engine and gun powder technology could not curtail the excesses of the mighty few. The Law of the West became the only rule, and empowered men in white hats were sparse. The abolition movement floundered as society rallied together to meet the new threat, and failed. The suffragette movement never made it. Victorian era social order collapsed and the world became divided into dozens of mini-empires ruled by the strongest few.
The future would look very different indeed.
“Ranma Saotome, prepare to fry!” the slave girl cried, and lobbed a fireball at him.
The young man countered with a blast of cold air, then dove into an air current and wove his way through the fire arrows that followed. “Awe, come on, Reichan, you can do better than that,” he teased, yawning as he dodged the barrage. “You’re not even trying.”
“Alright, it’s time to show you what a fire crafter can really do!” she growled, and her aura flared! Flames smoldered in the palms of her hands, and she tossed great gouts his way. “Am I hot, or am I not?”
Ranma jumped, cartwheeled, leapt, cantered, twisted, and jackknifed. Winds gusted around him, shielding and propelling as blasts of fire danced after him. “Meh, not bad,” he admitted grudgingly. “I mean, for an uncute tomboy, that is.”
“Why, you, you… jerk!” Rei raged, and her fires blossomed into an inferno of rage.
”Whoah!” Ranma exclaimed as he was forced to stop still and block. That, he though, as sweat trickled down his brow, was more like it. He nonetheless, he mockingly taunted, “temper, temper, Reichan. That’s not lady-like.”
“Humph,” Rei snorted, intensifying the bonfire flow burning on the bubble of still air around him. “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the training salle.”
She gasped as Ranma unexpectedly dropped his guard. The shield of wind collapsed, and her fires imploded inwards ravenously. Ranma soared out of the centre, his clothes trailing flames, and he plunged down on top of her in a sudden down draft. Rei shifted her stance hastily, pulling the flames around her, but his hands had already found their target.
“Nah, I meant you grow sloppy when you get angry, and can be taken by surprise. Heh! Oh, hey, I win,” he declared and puffed up. “… Again. … Heh! Naturally.”
Heat flooded Rei’s cheeks as she pulled herself out of his groping hands. “Arggh! Why do you have to tag me like that?” she protested, as her arms wrapped protectively around her breasts.
”Awe, you know Mom’s rules weren’t my idea, Reichan. It’s the only way she’d let me train such ‘delicate flowers of womanhood’. Meh! ‘sides, you didn’t complain about me grabbing them last night.”
“That… that’s different, Master,” she blushingly defended and stalked off stiffly. “I don’t mind you playing with them in private, but not in public…”
“Meh, you know I can touch your hot little body whenever I want,” Ranma smirked as he fell into step along side his slave. “Anyway, you did pretty good out their today. But you’ve got to learn to keep your guard up when you attack, you know. Got to keep it up all the time. With this clan war against the Tendo, one never knows when… oof…”
(Posted Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:14)
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