by Screwball » Mon Apr 24, 2006 9:01 am
Ranma studied Hotaru closely. Whatever the source of her power, it was definiely of the darker persuasion. For all that, however, it didn't seem evil. Of course, she'd never seen magic, at least that used by daemons, that wasn't directly geared towards killing people. Lariss had explained that all the Warp beasts she'd seen so far were all affiliated with one of the major Chaos Gods, the god of slaughter. Ranma didn't even think his name. She didn't need to make it any easier to find her.
Of course, the chances of this girl being a daemon in disgiuse were low, at best. Ranma didn't know much abut her power, but she could feel that it wasn't Warp derived. The darkness inherent in whaterver that power was might be unpleasant, but it didn't seem dangerous.
In fact, a quick probe of the group indicated that none of them had any exceptional connection to the Warp. Certainly not enough to draw power through. However they did what they did, it wasn't because they were psykers. Nor was the large bag that Santa produced a Warp artifact.
The newest addition to the group was yet another Ranma clone. This was deeply suspicious. Something had to be drawing them here, and she had no idea what it was, what it's intentions were, or even how powerful it was. On the other hand, no threat wa immediately apparent, and she could make herself useful, possibly.
"Uh, I can heat up some water, if anyone has any cold water with them."
After careful study of Number One's biographic work My Ceaseless Quest to Conquer Earth and Destroy its Puny Inhabitants, we have come to the conclusion that the Ghast Empire may well be up to something rum.