“Besides, it might be a while before that guy is in any condition to speak after what Priss did to him.” Submitted Linna, earning a glare from Priss and a giggle from Nene.
“It’s settled then. We’ll meet back here in the morning to discuss the situation and interrogate the.. Individual.” Sylia stated with an air of finality, standing up and ending the meeting.
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Priss was in a bad mood. Priss was USUALLY in a bad mood. For Priss, a bad mood was like a bottle of fine wine. Something to be savored. Priss could stretch out a bad mood for hours and days, if not weeks. The fact of the matter is Priss ENJOYED being in a bad mood. That’s just the type of person she was.
But this bad mood went above and beyond the call of duty.
First off, the Knight Sabers had gotten all dressed up and ready to roll, only to find that their dance partner didn’t show. Priss had been looking forward to releasing some tension and frustration kicking some boomer butt. An evening spent blowing up biomechaniods was an evening well spent in her book. But miracle of miracles, the AD police had actually been out in force tonight, and somehow managed to subdue the rogue boomer on their own. Having “Girls Night Out” cancelled was reason enough for her to be annoyed, and Nene’s gloating about the ADP the entire way back didn’t help. Sure Priss was always needling the redhead over the AD-Police’s incompetence. But that was different! They deserved it!
Then they had barely returned to base when some sort of freaky portal thing appeared out of nowhere, sucked in the resident pervert and over-eager technician (Makie) and spit out a DIFFERENT (and apparently far tougher) pervert.
Getting groped like that didn’t improve Priss’s mood one bit, of course. But what really pushed her over the edge was knowing that under her cold, calm exterior, Sylia must be filled with fear and anxiety over what had happened to her Brother. Priss would never admit it, but she cared deeply for her friends, and seeing any of them hurt made her very, very angry. And even if Mackay WAS a (huge) pervert, who knew what terrible fate he might be enduring wherever he was now….
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Meanwhile, somewhere far far away…
“What did you do to my fia… That Baka?!” “What have you done with Arien??” “Where’s my Ranma Honey?!” “Insolent little man! Return my Ranma-Sama to me at once!”
Mackie Stingray had always dreamed of being chased around by a bevy of beautiful and bouncy young women. Which just goes to show you that you should be careful what you wish for.
“Ranma Saotome, whoever you are, this is all your fault!” He gasped as he fled down the street, an army of angry fiances in hot pursuit
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In any case, Priss had decided to relieve some tension the way she usually did. By beating up on dangerous boomers. (And that guy in the closet was a boomer, no matter what Nene’s gizmos said!) Which explained why she was currently sneaking through though the building long after the other Night Sabers had left.
Turning the corner near the closet where the captive was being kept, Priss:
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