From FFMLRefuge-return-371-57939305@listbot.com Tue Mar 20 04:22:46 2001 Received: from lbmail11.listbot.com (lbmail11.listbot.com [204.71.191.9]) by roc.host4u.net (8.8.5/8.8.5) with SMTP id EAA18884 for ; Tue, 20 Mar 2001 04:22:45 -0600 Received: (qmail 13510 invoked by uid 0); 20 Mar 2001 10:18:05 -0000 Mailing-List: ListBot mailing list contact FFMLRefuge-help@listbot.com Delivered-To: mailing list FFMLRefuge@listbot.com Received: (qmail 67543 invoked from network); 20 Mar 2001 10:19:45 -0000 Received: from imo-m04.mx.aol.com (64.12.136.7) by lb6.listbot.com with SMTP; 20 Mar 2001 10:19:45 -0000 Received: from Kyhdin@aol.com by imo-m04.mx.aol.com (mail_out_v29.5.) id j.db.11cdc864 (9823) for ; Tue, 20 Mar 2001 05:22:46 -0500 (EST) From: Kyhdin@aol.com Message-ID: Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 05:22:46 EST Subject: [FFML-R] [Fanfic][SM/Guyver][Revision]Revenge To: FFMLRefuge@listbot.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: AOL 5.0 for Mac sub 28 Status: RO Content-Length: 6603 Lines: 184 The FFML Refugee List --------------------------- ListBot Sponsor -------------------------- Start Your Own FREE Email List at http://www.listbot.com/links/joinlb ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Again, some revision on the grammer and some minor tinkering. C&C welcomed. -Komodo Gav: "I'm waking up in the psychiatric ward, aren't I?" Nurse: "Oh, don't pretend it'll be your first time." Nukees http://www.nukees.com/d/20010302.html ****************** "So you're some sort of biological armor?" Molly asked as she stepped out of the shower. Over the past hour, between bites of sausage, pancakes, and all through the shower, Molly's new friend had explained, in painstaking detail, exactly what he was. At least he sounded like a he. 'That's one way of putting it.' "But why did these Aliens-" 'The Advent' "The Advent then. Why did the Advent build the Guyvers in the first place?" 'They wanted Justice. The Advent believed that there was no order in the universe save that which was imposed.' "And since no one else wanted the job, they took it?" 'After the first Guyver Units stopped a war, nobody really wanted to argue.' "How did they stop it?" 'They killed the leaders of both sides until they agreed to a truce.' "A truce? They didn't conquer them?" 'Why would they? The Advent simply wanted the war to stop. The Guyver Units were so effective, the Advent built more and sent them out on ships to every star with a celestial body capable of supporting matter based sentient life.' "That's a lot of planets," Molly said as she laid out the shaving supplies. Though there were electric razors and other high-tech "quickie methods", Molly, like her mother, preferred the old fashioned way. 'Its a big universe,' Was the casual reply. "The whole universe?" Molly sputtered then swore as the razor nicked her leg. 'Why so surprised?' "A few star systems I can see, a whole sector of the Galaxy yeah, but the whole freakin universe?" 'They aren't the sort to do things by halves.' "No kidding," Molly muttered. It was perhaps five minutes later that Molly had a thought. "Hey. If you're a suit of armor, and the other Guyvers are suits of armor, does that mean there's a bunch of other people walking around with voices in their heads?" 'Of course not. The Guyver Units aren't sentient.' There was a long pause. Several minutes passed. "Yes?" Molly asked, unable to take the silence anymore. 'I believe the phrase is, "Oh Shit"'. #--# "Look." Molly said as she laced up her boots. "Its no big deal. I go to the meeting, then afterwards we go back to the park to have a look around that lake." 'If we must.' "You're not taking this very well." She noted as she stuffed the Mandai Memorials cap into her jacket pocket. The hat was not very presentable. Over the course of its lifetime, it had been stepped on, kicked, tossed, soaked, dried, muddied, cleaned, torn, mended, and torn again. It had been Melvin's favorite cap. Molly thought of it as a good luck piece. 'I've just had my existence called into question.' "I've just had my sanity called into question." Molly retorted as she scooped up her keys, wallet, and, almost as an afterthought, her camera. 'As I recall, you have been questioning your sanity all morning," was the re ply. #--# Senshi meetings took place at the Cherry Hill Temple, a minor Shinto shrine located in Tokyo's prosperous Kiyon District. Run by an aged Shinto Priest with a weakness for female flesh and his granddaughter, the Temple catered to the spiritual needs of all who entered its gates. Unknowingly to the rest of Tokyo, It also served as the meeting place of the Inner Senshi. The Outer Senshi, despite an open invitation, did not attend these meetings for reasons of their own. Therefore, grouped around a table in the back of the living quarters, sat five girls and two cats. One cat was all black, one was all white. These weren't ordinary cats, mind you, these cats talked. "I thought you said she would be here," Said the black one. "Aw calm down, Luna," Said her counterpart, who was named Artemis. "Molly's still new to being included in Senshi meetings." "The least she could do is be punctual," Luna snapped. Artemis sighed. Luna was overly concerned with propriety and tardiness offended her deeply. "Relax," said Serena. "She probably got stuck in traffic." "What Traffic? Ever since she won that Motorcycle--" "She's had to deal with bugs in her teeth," interrupted the blonde sitting next to Serena. "What?" She asked when everyone glared at her. "Must you?" Raye Hino asked. "What?" Asked the blonde again, innocence all over her face. Raye rolled her eyes. That was Mina's one irredeemable character flaw. She thought she was funny. #--# Tokyo Mall was a relatively new addition to the city skyline. Built partially on the bay, the mall contained a freeway that ran along the shallow bay bottom and then up through the mall before dipping back towards the city. This freeway, which was really more of an expressway, was relatively deserted since most people were apprehensive about driving underwater protected by only a heavy glass tunnel roof. Molly loved it. Grinning behind her helmet, she weaved in and between the cars with practiced ease. She loved riding. The feeling of freedom, the roar of the engine, and t hough she would never admit it, she liked the vibration of the steel frame beneath her. 'Is this risky behavior really nessacary?' "C'mon," Molly said, haven't you ever done something for the sheer thrill of it?" 'Not that I can recall.' "Didn't your last host do anything for fun?" 'I. . .don't remember.' "No?" Molly asked as they roared into what she called Malltown. It was actually the section of the road that ran through the mall, but like most, she had her own name for it. 'My first memory is encountering you and the one called Melvin. I tried to choose between you and he begged me to save you. So I did.' "He sacrificed himself to save me?" 'Apparently. My contact with his mind was brief. I do know that he loved you. It was foremost in his mind.' "And I love him," she whispered, suddenly painfully aware of the cool metal against her skin that was the ring on its gold chain under her clothes and why it was there. Setting her jaw, she twisted the throttle as high as it would go. She had a weapon now. The youma would pay. Every last one. ______________________________________________________________________ To unsubscribe, write to FFMLRefuge-unsubscribe@listbot.com