***BEGINEPISODE25HERE3*2*1* A long time ago (sometime in the last decade) a consortium was created as a sister spawn of a greater power. ImproFanfic, created by the high-profile author Twoflower, was created as a sidesite to the then- greater ImproManga and the Anime Artists Headquarters. The latter disavows any knowledge of this site to this day. The members of ImproFanfic have been in constant electronic contact with one another, and different ideas were passed to different people. Soon, it was learned that ImproManga was having a party, and with people in the mood to rip anything off that they felt like, ImproFanfic decided to hold one of their own. Little did they know what hell would break loose upon this Earth. *ominous thunder* *** o/~ It's time for Immmmpromaaaaaniacs Bringing insanity to the max Our ideas're really whacked 'Cuz our brains are not intact, We're Im-pro-maaaaaniacs! Come join the head, Twoflower And the admins Calc and Jake, Dan gave up his ops and Chibi-Impro Roe does take, They'll scream at you for deadlines, They'll shout "FOR LINA'S SAKE!" But we'll submit And that is it I think I'll take a break We're Immmmpromaaaaaniacs Alex Reij ain't coming back Ultra is our flagship pact And it's booked by Contro Jack We're Im-pro-maaaaaniacs! With Magical Girl Hunters Where we kill those little tarts Heart Heart High and Do-Gooders Are other works of art Dark Star 'Wares the Radish, and Naga steals our hearts Our writers flipped We have no script You just send in your parts! We're Immmmpromaaaaaniacs Indie Madnesse is on track We'll pat you on the back When you find out we're on crack We're Im-pro-may-nee Totally Insay-nee (Illy's [THRUSTS] are zany) (Serial Experiments Lain-y) (dg's brOthEr mAy-nEE) (Mazoku holds Cloud's reign-y) (Epsilon's complain-y) (Me Tarzan You Jane-y) (Name the ImproBaby!) (When we're--ah, forget it) Im-pro-ma-ni-aaaaaacs! Those are the facts! o/~ *** Episode 25 ImproParty created by Scott "DeadAuthor W4" Watson This episode by Lawrence "Whyyyyy don't my ideas work?" Chu With additional scenes from: Robin Strickland The DeadAuthor W4 And additional ideas from: Kimberli McClanahan Todd Harper "The Iron Sysadmin Kesseki" Calculus *** Two San Diego males were having a normal conversation. "Whazzup!" the first male cheered. The second male snickered and bellowed, "Whazzup!" A third gentlemen walked by the first two, nodding to them and saying, "Good day, gentlemen," as he left. The first two men didn't pay any attention to him because they didn't have time for weirdos. "Whazzup!" the first male repeated. "Nothing much," the second male replied. This enthralling conversation would have lasted for hours if the minds of the two males were not assaulted by an unknown force that influenced their thoughts. "Say, I had a crazy idea," the first male mentioned. The second male nodded. "Me, too," he admitted. *** "Gee, boss, what do you want to do tonight?" "Same thing we do every night, Blade. TRY TO RUIN IMPROFANFIC!" o/~ They're Epsilon and Blade Yes, Epsilon and Blade One is pure evil The other needs pay They're crazy, through and through Their reviews'll get to you They're Epsi, they're Epsilon and Blade, Blade, Blade, Blade*WHACK*OW! o/~ "THOU SHALT NOT CALL ME EPSI!" Epsilon screamed at the chorus as he rubbed his hand. "Who're you talking to, boss?" "...Nobody. On to our next plan, Blade. We'll try to pass ourselves off as other attendees of the Improfanfic party. Unfortunately, with the destruction of our only piece of electronics, we can't make ourselves look like the other members for real." "What'll we do about that, Epsi?" *WHACK* "THOU SHALT NOT CALL ME EPSI!...wait a minute. Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" "I think so, boss, but I don't think we could get Megumi Hayashibara, much less have her perform a striptease for us." "...I'll write that one down for later. No, Blade, I have another idea which is more presently plausible." "Wot's that?" Blade asked, poking where his ear would be with a wing. "Many of the ImproAuthors have been mutating into different people. We can pretend that we only LOOK like Epsilon and Blade, and that in reality, we're...hm..." Epsilon thought about it for a moment. "Lawrence Chu and Mr. T. We'll then use their personas to play authors against each other, and Improfanfic's demise will be certain!" "That's great, boss! Oh, wait, no, there's a probl*WHACK*OWIE!" "THOU SHALT NOT CONTRADICT ME! You may speak." "Mr. T wasn't invited!" "Was anybody?" "Uh...no. Not really." "Exactly. I shall be Mr. T and you shall be Lawrence. And together, we shall...RUIN IMPROFANFIC!" Ominous thunder rumbled. *** Everything was packed. Clothes. Games. Personal items. Toothbrush and floss (he'd run out of toothpaste the previous day, however-- he'd just bum some from someone else). And four hundred cases of Dr. Pepper (in the old-fashioned glass bottles, because it tastes better that way). And there was still room in the trunk. Robin Strickland scratched his beard in consternation, as he pondered this dilemma. Then an idea dawned. Two hundered bags of Doritos (one hundred cool-ranch for 2f, one hundred regular for the sensible people) and one gross case of hospital-style green Jell-O mix later, the trunk was cozily filled, and the trip was underway. And so Robin turned the key in the ignition, and the Couchmobile (a slightly 'modified' 1969 Lincoln Towncar) rumbled to life. Even the start of ZZ-Top's "LeGrange" came over the twelve piece stereo to match it. With astonishing speed, the bloated steel corpulence of the Couchmobile began the trip to The Party. *** Meanwhile, back at the Planet of the A^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H Isle of the Catguys, Calc and Jon were running along an endless coast of water. This would've been relaxing if it weren't for the libidinous catguys chasing after them. "Uh, *huff*Jonatan?" "Wha*puff*What is it, Calculus?" "...do you*huff*get the feeling we*huff*we've been running in*huff* circles?" "Of course*puff*of course not. That body of*puff*water's the coastline, *puff*and I'm sure that if we*puff*we follow it, we'll *puff*find the ship and be safe again!" "...I*huff*dunno..." "*puff*Why do you*puff*ask?" "We*huff*we passed*huff*that tree*huff*three times al*huff*already." Jonatan halted for a moment, pondering this observation. "*puff*I do bel*puff*believe you're--" Before he could finish his sentence, the catguys caught up and stared at the two of them like cats stalking their prey. Which, if you think about it, is an appropriate analogy. There was a pause. They stared at each other with all the intensity of a really intense thing. It was Jon who broke the silence. "Hi! I'm selling these fine leather jackets--" And the catguys were upon them. Many purrs abound for a few seconds before higher pitched yowling and screaming erupted from the crowd. Soon after, cries of "BAD KITTY!" and "HSST!" were heard, and the crowd of catguys collapsed like an onion with no core to reveal... "Why didn't you mention that you had automatic spray bottles?" Jonatan shrugged. "I didn't think you could tame catguys by spraying them in the eyes." Both Calc and Jonatan were wielding dual fully-automatic waterspray bottles. Somewhere, a John Woo battle guitar riff was played. The two of them looked at each other as if asking the same question, then nodding as if replying with the same answer. "The ship." *** Aaron, Jake, Lawrence, NeoVid, nihility, Rags, Random, Yun Chelosu and the dragon entered Sea World with a bang. Well, it was more like a "Thud!" as the dragon landed roughly. And that was followed by "Oh, dear God! My baby!" as the dragon started snacking on the park's patrons. "...Um, shouldn't we try and stop it?" Aaron asked. NeoVid shook his head. "No time! Look over there!" The eight men looked towards the center of the tank. They saw Mecha Tom Green. "...it looks like he's squatting and standing over and over again," Rags commented. nihility shouted, "Well, let's get him!" The group (reluctantly, for some members) rushed to see what Mecha Tom Green was doing. When they saw, they were struck speechless. "Oh... my... God," Aaron and nihility Pinnick gasped. "Yuck," Lawrence stated. "We're too late!" Random gasped. They watched as Mecha Tom Green stood up and sat down in the dolphin pool, shouting, "My bum is on the Woofer! Woofer! Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo- fer!" At that point, the dolphin pool was almost empty with the exception of the occasional dead dolphin and a dark red smear that used to be W4's dead body. Jake pointed at Mecha Tom Green and shouted, "HEY!" Mecha Tom Green looked at Jake, then grinned. "MY BUM IS ON THE WALLACE!" it shouted triumphantly as it launched into a flying buttocks attack. The eight men scrambled for cover, narrowly missing sharing the same fate as W4 and the dolphins. Yun Chelosu throttled Jake. "'HEY'!?! Is that the best you could do? Just grab the attention of that... THING... without any plan of attack?" "Hey! What happened to Lawrence?" Rags shouted. *** Meanhile, in Arizona... Interstate Highway 10 ran from Jacksonville, Florida to Santa Monica, California. Of course, Robin had only been on it since Houston, but that was still quite a drive. He'd soon have to get off of I-10, however, as he needed to go to San...uhm...oh, poo. He knew how to get there, no doubt of it. San Diego would be a quick trip from here, and San Francisco wouldn't be more than a few hours away. He could get to either city with ease. But he had forgotten which to go to. Fortunately, he had the phone number of the home of the Party. Pulling over at a quaint roadside diner that probably served awful food, he reached into his cupholder for enough change to make a long- distance phone call... //>Greetings. You have reached the Iron Chef Chen Kenichi, who is currently creating another fine work at the Improfanfic Party in San Diego.If you would care to sample some of my works, press 1. If you are a challenger from within Japan, press 2. If you are a challenger in the San Diego region, press 3. If<--*click*// Off to San Diego, then. *** Todd trudged back to the Ragnarok after being lost who-knows-where and found Dan and Roe waiting about. Dan and Roe meant that the Champaigne Minivan was somewhere...which meant...FUEL! "YES! THANKYOUGUYS!" Todd immediately hugged Dan and Roe and nearly kissed them before he thought the better of it. Roe sweatdropped. "That's one of them. Hey, Todd, have you seen Calc anywhere?" "Uh...I think he's right behind you, with Jon." Sure enough, Jon and Calc were taking a nice walk along the beach. This would've been relaxing if it weren't for the volcano that would erupt within the hour. "Okay...the catguys are back at the village. I think you can fit them on Ragnarok," Calc said. "And they'll be tame..." Todd nodded. "All right, then. I'll go grab them and we'll be off." "...meanwhile, the rest of us will have to leave on the Minivan. And I would suggest doing it quickly; time is of the essence," Jon stated. Dan and Roe nodded. Ten minutes, a quick search and retrieve, and an anguished Delfina screaming her way out of Ragnarok after the flood of catguys poured in, they readied themselves to go their separate ways. Todd held out his hand. "It was good meeting y'all." Roe looked surprised. "You're leaving us?" Todd shrugged and replied, "Well, yeah. After all these catguys on the ship, I'm gonna have to clean it out and fix it and help them find a place and all. So I'm off." Each took their turn shaking hands with him and they finally headed out. Three weeks later, the volcano actually erupted. But that's a different story altogether. *** A few blocks away, a nun shuddered. "Father," she spoke. "Forgive me, for I just had a most dreadful thought." The reverend who accompanied her nodded. "I fear that I had the same thought as well." *** "MY BUM IS ON THE CHELOSU!" Yun scrambled to avoid Mecha Tom Green's cyborg scphincter. He was lucky enough to escape. Seymour and Clyde, Sea World's beloved seal and sea lion, however, weren't. "MY BUM IS ON THE PINNICKS! PINNICKS! PIN-NICKS!" Aaron and nihility split up, hiding behind food carts. When Mecha Tom Green landed, the Pinnick brothers, Rags and Random rushed at Mecha Tom Green, smashing food carts into him. "BECAUSE LIFE ISN'T VERY FUN WHEN YOU'VE GOT FOOD CARTS ON YOUR BUM! FOOD CARTS FOR EVERYTHING! FOOD CARTS FOR EVERYONE!" "How do we stop this thing?" Rags asked, flustered. nihility eked, "Hit him real hard until he falls over?" "Be my guest," Random sighed. "MY BUM IS ON THE NEOVID!" Mecha Tom Green launced himself at NeoVid. NeoVid held his ground. "Move, you crazy ratbastard!" Jake shouted out. NeoVid shook his head. "Not this time," he solemnly stated. "Bionic Butt Boy is going down." "MY BUM IS ON THE NEOVID!" Jake, Yun, Rags, Random, aaron and nihility watched as Mecha Tom Green hurtled, fanny first, into NeoVid. "ALL YOUR BUMS ARE BELONG TO US COUNTERATTACK!" Lawrence shouted, appearing in front of NeoVid and opening a large, steel umbrella. Mecha Tom Green... well, he got stuck on the umbrella. Lawrence was kept safe (barely) by NeoVid's chaos power. "Get him now!" Lawrence shouted. "Right!" While NeoVid and Lawrence keep Mecha Tom Green... pinned..., the rest of the attack squad went to work dismantling the stunned cyborg. It only took them five minutes to break him down into bits and pieces. "Whew," Jake sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I hope," Lawrence muttered, "to never do that again." "Look at it this way, Lawrence!" Yun remarked. "Now you can kill someone SIX different ways!" Lawrence whapped Yun once before returning into lurk mode. *** Mark Poa ran throughout the house trying to talk to as many people as possible when he ran into Epsilon. "Hi, Epsi!" he cheerfully called. "Can I have your autograph?" "THOU SHALT NOT CALL ME EPSI!" he shouted on reflex--ack! Must cover must cover must--"Because...I'm...not Epsi. I am Mr. T....uh...Foo'. Something...helluva...weird occurred and I'm obviously stuck in the body of a handsome and really evil someone you might know. Foo'." Mark sweatdropped. "...really?" "No, actually I AM Epsilon, and I'm trying to pretend I am Mr. T so I can secretly infiltrate the ranks of Improfanfic and dissolve it throroughly. Foo'. I pity the foo' who mess with Epsilon, though. Foo'. They'd be...uh...helluva whooped. Foo'." Mark sweatdropped more and decided it was time to move on, now...ooh! That lint on the floor was SOOOOOOO interesting... *** The crew from the Champaigne Minivan burst back into the house. "WE'RE BACK!" The entire house fell apart on them and the crew was blasted back from all the cheering that didn't happen. Oh, and the house didn't fall apart and the crew didn't get blasted back either. Instead, Nick Carter stumbled over and waved to them, providing a hearty "Hiaaauuugghg" for a greeting before falling down again. "...what was that about?" "Twoflower turned into Nick Carter," Lawrence-not-Blade-definitely- not-Blade-just-Lawrence-who-got-stuck-in-a-body-like-Blade's said before walking off. "...when did Blade decide to rip off Lawrence's gag?" Roe asked. "Never mind that, allow me to see if I can remedy Twoflower's predicament..." Jon said as he pulled out a vial labeled "For use in the case that someone should turn into a Backstreet Boy, get drunk, and pass out." *** Kimberli walked around, looking for Lawrence, and sighed. "And he had a promise to keep..." "What promise was he--I mean, I--supposed to keep?" asked Not-Blade- but-Lawrence-stuck-in-Blade's-body-really! from behind her shoulder. "KYAA! BAT!" she screamed and swatted him away. "Nononowait it's me! Lawrence! I...got stuck in Blade's body, that's all...yeah, that's the ticket!" "Oh." Kim looked left, then right, then tugged the little bat into a room and locked the door. With an almost delirious glee, she sung "o/~ You've got a promise to keeeeeeep... o/~" She then whipped off her Team K shirt, causing Honest-to-Lina-it's- Lawrence-and-not-Blade to sprout a giant nosebleed. *** All over San Diego, people were being seized by an urge. People would be tending to their daily activities and suddenly blank out. They became fixated upon one task that absolutely, positively had to be completed. Unable to resist the call to action, the citizens of San Diego began to slowly and methodically travel to Chez Impro's launching pad. *** Massive brakes groaning their disapproval (a six-ton sedan builds up a lot of momentum on the highway), the Couchmobile slowed to a stop alongside the curb. This was obviously it; an iceberg is a rather distinguishing feature. Glad that he had come to the right place, Robin stepped out of the car and approached the door of the Improparty, where he knocked rather loudly on the door. It opened up on its own to reveal a man in a coat holding something over Nick Carter. *sweatdrop* *** "So, Jon, what's this potion do?" a random passerby asked, while looking at the vial the man held in his hand. "...I honestly have no clue." Cue facefaults. "But it SHOULD turn him back into his normal self again. It might have one or two minor side effects, but nothing that won't wear off within an hour or so." He uncorked and dumped the vial unceremoniously on the body. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the body started morphing like something ILM would charge several thousand dollars to do. "He's changing!" "Back into the founder of Impro!" "Back into one of the best Slayers fanfic writers around!" "Back into...a GIANT CHICKEN?" Booflower picked himself up from the ground, looking a bit confused. "Buck...aw?" Cue more facefaults. Jon sweatdropped. "Must be one of the side effects. He should go out and get some fresh air and he'll be good as new soon." Booflower hopped off into the sunset with music playing in the background. Oh, Twoflower would return, but this was Booflower's last moment of glory. o/~ You looked like Nick, then took the form of a chick So you're not a man, but a chicken too. o/~ *** Kimberli frowned as Not-Blade-just-Lawrence-stuck-with-Blade's-form got blood all over her favorite Kodomo no Omocha tee. That is, if you consider beating him even more senseless than he already was and tossing his prone form into a trashcan "frowning." Then she put her Team K shirt back on and left the room. *** Before the rescue party left Sea World, Lawrence, NeoVid and nihility went back to the dolphin tank. nihility sighed. "Poor W4," he remarked. "It's bad enough he's dead, but now there's not enough of him left to bury anymore." Lawrence nodded while NeoVid hopped into the dolphin tank. "I think W4 would have wanted it this way," he mentioned. "Really?" nihility asked. "...no, not really," Lawrence answered with a bigsweat. "I was just waxing rhetorical." "Hey, guys!" NeoVid shouted. "Get in here! There's something you should take a look at!" With no small amount of reluctance, nihility and Lawrence climbed into the empty dolphin tank, making sure to not trip over any dolphin carcasses. They saw NeoVid standing in the center of the tank. "Tell me what you don't see, guys," NeoVid commanded. "What?" nihility asked. NeoVid repeated himself. "Look around the tank. Tell me what you don't see." nihility turned his head as he replied, "I see an absence of water, some dead fish and some dead dolphins." "...the bloodstain formerly known as W4 is gone," Lawrence said. NeoVid nodded. nihility blinked, then realized that said smear had vanished. "...what the?" nihility blurted out. Lawrence turned to NeoVid and asked, "Do you think someone came in here and tried to clean the tank during our fight?" "Not likely," NeoVid commented. "If that were the case, why would they leave the animal carcasses here?" Lawrence nodded. "Who are you?" nihility shouted. NeoVid and Lawrence turned to see whom nihility was addressing. They saw a man in a white cap, white t-shirt, beige jacket, blue jeans and hiking boots stand effortlessly on the edge of the dolphin tank. "Coyote," the man replied. "And you should stop fooling around in there. Your pals at the party are going to need help but soon." "Wha...? What do you know ab-?" NeoVid asked. "No time!" Coyote interrupted. "Here. Take this. It might come in handy." He threw an object up in the air. NeoVid and nihility watched as it landed before them. nihility picked it up. "It's duct tape," he stated. NeoVid looked up. "Whoever he was, he's gone," he remarked with a sneer. "So's Lawrence!" nihility exclaimed, not seeing any sign of Lawrence. "Chances are he went after Coyote. But if what he said was true, we should get back to Chez Impro quickly. Hopefully, the others have gotten the dragon under control by now." *** And lo, Twoflower, reverted back to normal, headed back to the house. And was promptly mobbed by the people of San Diego. *** The following people are dangerous. Their last known whereabouts: Aaron: On the way to the taxi Aaron Shattuck: Attic Anko: Chez Impro Ardweden: Attic BlackMage: Game Room Blade: Passed out in a garbage can Calculus: Chez Impro Chris: Basement ColdFury: GGG Coyote: Somewhere Damien Roc: Attic Dan: Chez Impro Delfina: Chez Impro Epsilon: Out and about pretending to be Mr. T Eslington: Family Room Eternal Lost Lurker: Kitchen Fatman: Kitchen H: Chez Impro HottCoffee: Game Room Jake: On the way to the taxi Jesse: Basement Jonatan: Chez Impro Kate Malloy: Chez Impro Katy: Chez Impro Kimberli: Chez Impro Illyria: Chez Impro Lady Chaos: Attic Lawrence: Somewhere Lusipher: Bar - still looks like "K-Sama" Mark Poa: Chez Impro Myth: Family Room NeoVid: On the way to the taxi Nick: Chez Impro nihility (Eric): On the way to the taxi Omi no Miko: Chez Impro Phoebe: Chez Impro Rain: Attic Rags: On the way to the taxi Random: On the way to the taxi ravi: Chez Impro Robin: Chez Impro Roe: Chez Impro Squall: Attic Stephica: Chez Impro Steve Scougall: Chez Impro Tameran: Chez Impro Todd: Headed off with the catguys Twoflower: Back to normal, being mobbed Wang Tu Chun Out cold - Bedroom W4: Now a missing greasy spot. Oy. Yun Cheolsu: With the taxi Chippy: Glove compartment Cousin Pete: Dead - Attic Dragon: Sea World Evil Neighbours From Hell: Next door to Chez Impro Hardhead Fred: Dead - Attic The Denizens of San Diego: Mobbing Twoflower Iron Chef Chen Kenichi: Kitchen Jess: Chez Impro Keith Richards: Dragon's Stomach Leonardo DiCaprio: Dead Dragon: Lunch Break Mecha Tom Green: He's dead, Jim. Quistis: Wuffling in the bar Ragnarok: Headed off with the Catguys in store Ura: Bar Zombie Elvis: Still Dead - Bar And a Partridge: In a pear treeeeeeeeee! Author's notes (or, I waited two weeks for a Party part and all I got was this lousy textfile!): ...oy. You'd think Party would be easy to write for considering that it's chibi-Impro. But several factors held back a bit... 1. This is a post-Evans chapter. Evans is always a tough act to follow up on, especially when you want to write something that does NOT suck in comparison. 2. People've been waiting for this chapter for two weeks now, because of all the ruckus that's been happening, what with Roe tending to the MB and busy being overwhelmed with the fact that he's going to be a daddy. 3. I took the job ahead of queue because Fatman and VVerewolf were unavailable when Roe decided that he just couldn't do it. Or that's how I understood it... 4. This ImproWriter's Block appears to be more contagious than the Bubonic Plague ever was...and it can't be quarantined, apparently. >_< Anyway, I have to (once again) thank the members of #impro and the HHHitSquad for tossing ideas in my direction as well as submitting assorted scenes (which I cleaned up for spelling and grammar and reformatted, gomen!). This includes: Woof: The scenes involving people being drawn to Chez Impro, as well as the entire Sea World Saga(tm). Robin: Anything involving Robin's entrance, exception given to the Chef Kenichi answering machine bit and the two piddling paragraphs after he knocks on the door. And the ideas: Kimberli: I had a promise to fulfill, and this was the closest I could get in these circumstances. Gomen nasai for not exactly fulfilling the terms. Todd: Getting the catguys off the island. Calculus: Taming the catguys with squirt bottles. Roe: Sorry I couldn't use yours, but it kind of conflicted with what I had planned... Myth and Eslington: Sorry, I didn't get your part in time. *sweatdrop* More thanks go to the people who attended the #karaoke session that one time and gave an A-OK to the filksongs, which were actually written WAAAAYYY in advance (January, anyone?) and had to be slightly updated (one or two lines) since then. And one last thank you to Demota, without whom I wouldn't have done the Mr. T gag. ^_^ And, of course, my prereaders on #impro--JohnEvans, Ardweden, ravi, Phoebe, Myth, and Woof. *passes out little Hanako plushies* Other stuff to make clear: 1. KIM'S NOT TRYING TO BED ME. No, she just wanted to show me the Kodocha tee that she was wearing underneath her Team K shirt. Lawrence would've known but Blade-posing-as-Lawrence didn't. 2. BOOFLOWER WAS A ONE-SHOT GAG. It was part of the "ImproManiacs" gag I've been going for throughout the fic. Anyone who attempts to bring him back will be killed in five different ways, one of which involves a bowl of tapioca pudding. 3. TODD'S GONE. By request, he asked to not be in ImproParty anymore. So don't put him back in. 4. MEGUMI-CHAN. Anyone who drags Megumi Hayashibara and has her perform a striptease will be whacked on the head until/unless said person provides me a copy of the footage. 5. BLADE. Somewhere along the line I got the idea that Blade was a bat. I think that's what he is, but if he isn't, we'll just say his real body dropped into a plothole. ^_^;;;; 6. OTHER CHARACTERIZATION IN GENERAL. I think people tend to forget that this is Chibi-Impro. Characterizations are to go out the door, and continuity doesn't really exist. Yes, there are some things we would never do even in Chibi-Impro (see point one) but keep in mind that none of these are supposed to be real 'serious' work. Heck, Ash could write for this and I really wouldn't mind as long as he didn't kill off everyone. I even resorted to two-dimensionalizing myself in my last chapter (18 parts ago? Oy.) so that I really didn't have to bother with "Would I really do this?" and so on. If anyone here says "No, I really wouldn't do that in real life" or "I didn't want my character to do that" just keep in mind that all of this isn't REAL, and that if your character is in some sort of humiliating situation (apologies for Blade for leaving him in a trashcan) just siddown, know your role, and drink your Goddamn Tea(tm). You know the nature of Impro and you'll get your chance to wreak havoc on other people's characterization and situations as retaliation later on. ^_- Anyway, I hope this part's up to par with the rest of them qualitywise, knock on wood. Thanks for reading. Meanwhile, I'm outta here. ^_^ Lawrence "I think this might be the first IP part where the author does not write himself in the fic" Chu (s'true, unless you count Blade posing as Lawrence.) token e-mail: chu_bear@hotmail.com token homepage: http://pomi.sandwich.net/ What's on WinAmp (or, did someone say ravi?): Judy and Mary - Sobakasu (Kenshin OP) The Yellow Monkey - Tactics (Kenshin ED) A number of Cowboy Bebop tracks Chrono Cross soundtrack disc 1 Manic Street Preachers - If You Tolerate This... Final Fantasy: Grand Finale Foo Fighters - Stacked Actors Osui Makami - Stand Up Final Fantasy Legacy Music Tracks, as written by BlackMage and myself, available at http://www.geocities.com/ikusat/