A wavy-haired blonde, teenage girl had replaced Genma Saotome. She wore a black, patent leather, low-cut, French-cut costume of the kind only seen in anime. Her boots came up to her knees, and her gloves to her elbows, with a cluster of large spike-shapes at the end of both; the spike shape theme was carried over to petal-like violet skirt, and the two large, violet ones crossed over, and cupping, her large breasts, while leaving the middle of her bosom only covered by leather laces; and the one that was in her black, leather collar. And on top of her head she wore an old-fashioned haute-culture pillbox hat that not only carried on the leather and spike theme, but also added a rose and leaf and thorns, and a long, white feather.
“Oh, my!” Kasumi said.
“I’ll say,” Soun said. Ranma had neglected to make Genma’s change retroactive. Though his curse had been changed, it wasn’t stated when or how. No one was expecting to see the new Genma.
“A, Pardon moi, but I have not introduced myself, yet,” she said in a mock French accent. “I am the magical girl, Pixie Genma!”
“Saotome, if this is your way to escape from paying the consequences of your cheating...”
“—“Magique”, the card game? Excuse moi, I have real magique! I will allow you to realize the full potential power of the love within you!” Something appeared in her fist, then unfolded into an designer white-and-gold bow,
“Calling Mystics!” a bolt of light shot out from the stringless bow and enveloped Soun.
Mon Nov 08 07:03:03 2004