Temple of Ranma's Sailor Senshi Seifuku

Kasumi simply grinned.



The redhead looked over at the girl and shrugged. What did she have to lose? Sighing, she began her story. Ranma still remembered walking into the vast warehouse. The martial artist was surprised to find the center of the floor covered in an intricate collection of symbols and shapes, and in the center of it all was a woman carefully examining the last few designs.





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Setsuna Meiou watched the progress of the transference.

How can someone's attitude change from merciless executioner to, if not affection, then professional courtesy, overnight?

was a tabletop hockey game.

'That might not be possible.

Originally serving as a storage bay for snow plows and salt trucks,

"And a guy turning into a redhead isn't?"

Dumbledork wrote:I'm reading the revised version at the moment and I noticed that you repeated in chapter 3 the description of Ranma's school uniform which you have already done in chapter 2. You should remove the one in chapter 3.

Chapter 2 wrote:"This," Setsuna said, clicking to the next slide. On it was a rather voluptuous redheaded woman. She was wearing something that almost looked like a Senshi uniform. Her black leather knee-high boots were not terribly unusual, given the group's esoteric mix of high heels, knee-highs, sandals, Mary-Janes, and what could have almost passed for ballet slippers. While having a rather high heel on them — almost five inches — these were not simple shoes, but actual, to use an expression, shit-kickers.

The red-trimmed black leather skirt was about right, although it was even shorter than usual. The top was something else entirely. Resembling a bikini, it used purple and red ribbons to keep it in place. She also had the standard jewelry, although the stones in her earrings and tiara were pure obsidian orbs. Her hair, reaching to mid-back, was a dark, almost blood color. Her makeup was slightly more elaborate than the normal for a Senshi, and meshed very well with her violet eyes.

Chapter 3 wrote:It was a seifuku. While it was not the overly skimpy parody that the Senshi preferred, it was still very form-fitting and revealing. It was similar to the Furinkan girl's uniform of purple pleated skirt, white blouse, blue woman's tie, blue jacket and beret, but with a few key differences. Her version was tighter on her frame than normal, was darker in the skirt and jacket, and had a black blouse, black military beret, and red tie. She also wore calf-high leather boots and fishnet stockings.

Which I'm saying are different enough.

The youma, pale imitators her school offended her.

ask some woman tog et cursed

on a several thousand aces of pastureland

As he took of his coat

The youma, pale imitators her school offended her. //Something is missing

The tracked mass transit car stopped at the where the road intersected with Saint Patrick Street

was the barren land of southern Mongolia. The nearest city,

A few minutes later, the women gave a sigh of relief as she

This was not some girl that was hitting on her this was her flesh and blood.

It's a damn good thing I have a backup plan.

They've analyzed the sensors and they are the same sub-Pattern as Akane was.

Like a child eating an apple, she tried to bite off as much as she could.

The tracked mass transit car stopped at the where the road intersected with Saint Patrick Street //at the ??? where the

learned the world "puce". It's supper effective! I think I had a sheet of flock paper of that color in my childhood.