Ranma's Horrible Histories
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Adult +
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Mummy Madness
Chapter Two
Mummy Madness
'POP!'
It had taken Setsuna some time to find her spare Garnet Staff. She had eventually found it stuffed at the back of her closet with her hockey stick. Using it to reopen the gates of time, she peered into its misty depths and frowned. The little brat had left the Gates of Time subjectively only thirty minutes ago but he could be anywhere backwards or forwards through the time. She had no idea where or when the little boy called Ranma had come from.
A tiny part of her mind hoped that he had landed in a tar pit and all the problems he was going to cause was giving some archaeologist a heart attack. She tried to reassure herself. It wasn't as if the child could use the key: He would probably die and she would have nothing to worry about. Remembering that the hyperactive boy managed to avoid her grasp. 'Her,' the Guardian of Time and Space, she began to chew on her bottom lip. 'I wont have anything to worry about, wont I? First, I will check on Crystal Tokyo the goal of everything I had worked towards.
Soon the court will wake. So the time line should run smoothly. That little brat, he better not has damaged it.' With a tap of her spare staff, she drew the mists of the gate aside to view the future and for the second time in 3000 years, she swore aloud.
"Bugger."
2500 B.C.E Lower Egypt . . . .
Alamui had been a cleaner at the temple of Bast for twenty years and could see his retirement drawing close. He was going to live with his daughter and her family and have them look after him. He wasn't going to lift a finger. Life was good. However, that was going to change, today he was cleaning the room leading down into the pyramid of Khufu, and its temple complex.
The door leading into the pyramid has been sealed with heavy sandstone blocks long ago to deter grave robbers and Alamui only cleaned the room rarely. He was just about finished when he started to hear a banging noise. He looked around, "If that's you Jaer, you can stop right now." The knocking stopped. Alamui started sweeping again. The knocking started up again.
"Right if you don't stop that Jaer I'm going to . . . ." His words ground to a halt as the sealed stone door in front of him began to shudder and crumble until it shattered into a pile of rubble.
Alamui stared at the dusty white figure that stood in the remains of the pyramid entrance. "Arghh." Dropping his broom, he turned and ran. 'The pharaoh had come back from the land of the dead, funny, he thought to himself, he would have expected him to be taller.
Thirty minutes ago . . . .
Ranma had been having so much fun at the pretty lady's house. Even though her television hadn't been working, he had nearly fixed it. Pop was right if you poke something with a stick hard enough it would always work, sooner or later. The day had started as just another boring training trip. Pop had made him read a parchment filled with funny writing that he had borrowed from that old temple.
It had looked strange but he always did what his Pop told him to do. Now he was in the dark lying on his back and it was dusty. Maybe Pop had put him in the cupboard again, practice for hiding from what Pop called 'ungrateful bastards who can't take a joke.' He wasn't sure what the men were but he thought they were very nasty, because Pop always hid from them and his Pop was a super powerful martial artist, the best in the whole wide world. Chibi-Ranma was so proud of his father. Oh the innocence of childhood.
Bringing his arms up in front of him, he could feel stone all around, and beside him a body, covered in bandages. Ranma thought for a moment and then gasped. He must be in a hospital. Carefully he lifted the stone above his head and slid it down. It was still pitch dark. He wasn't afraid of the dark, he is a big boy, but he wouldn't say no to a torch, with that thought the Garnet staff's red heart began to glow a soft pink and illuminated the room.
Painted pictures covered the walls and Ranma gaped at the people and animals painted in rows. It was very impressive; he wished he had a camera. Beside him a man all covered in bandages lay, quietly he crept out of the box not to disturb him. Ranma held the staff up in the air and looked around "I wonder what the way out is?" A bandage wrapped arm appeared out of the sarcophagus and pointed to a door on the far side of the room. Ranma bobbed his head "Thank you." A dusty voice answered as he walked away.
"You're welcome."
Thirty minutes later . . . .
Sneezing from all the dust Ranma wiped his nose with his sleeve. He wondered why the man ran away and why he had been wearing a skirt. It had been great fun climbing through the hospital but he didn't think it was very safe for sick people. All those spikes and open pits, why if he hadn't had his trusty stick with him the crocodile would have gobbled him up for sure.
He was finally out and he was hungry. With his finely tuned Saotome nose, Ranma could smell roasting meat and frying bread in the distance.
"Foooood."
Swinging his staff through the air Ranma jumped into the air and without engaging any thought process he was out the door before the dust could settle.
Bast's godly residence . . . .
Yawning widely Bast stretched, she was just waking up from her mid morning nap. It was tough being a goddess. Suddenly bells peeled through her pillared home echoing off the marble walls. Leisurely the cat goddess rose from her couch and slunk to her terminal. With the touch of a button the noise stopped. Flashing on the screen, a red warning box shouted that a metaphysical intruder was trespassing in one of her temples.
Tapping away at her terminal she discovered that an unregistered time traveler had landed in the middle of a small temple of hers some time around 2500 B.C.e near Karnak. And strangely, they had been using technology from the ancient 'Moon Kingdom.'
Well this could be fun. It had been so long since she had been allowed to have any fun; everyone seemed to have forgotten about poor little Bast. No one had burnt incense or dedicated fatted calves to her in such a long time, she was feeling ignored.
Moreover, it's not a good idea to ignore a cat especially one that is also a goddess, as any one who has had the honor of being owned by a cat knows. Maybe she should go and investigate this disturbance and find out who her visitor was. Smiling the Cat Goddess, clicked away at her terminal until the appropriate paper work was done and smiled. She was going to have so much fun.
Mummy Madness
'POP!'
It had taken Setsuna some time to find her spare Garnet Staff. She had eventually found it stuffed at the back of her closet with her hockey stick. Using it to reopen the gates of time, she peered into its misty depths and frowned. The little brat had left the Gates of Time subjectively only thirty minutes ago but he could be anywhere backwards or forwards through the time. She had no idea where or when the little boy called Ranma had come from.
A tiny part of her mind hoped that he had landed in a tar pit and all the problems he was going to cause was giving some archaeologist a heart attack. She tried to reassure herself. It wasn't as if the child could use the key: He would probably die and she would have nothing to worry about. Remembering that the hyperactive boy managed to avoid her grasp. 'Her,' the Guardian of Time and Space, she began to chew on her bottom lip. 'I wont have anything to worry about, wont I? First, I will check on Crystal Tokyo the goal of everything I had worked towards.
Soon the court will wake. So the time line should run smoothly. That little brat, he better not has damaged it.' With a tap of her spare staff, she drew the mists of the gate aside to view the future and for the second time in 3000 years, she swore aloud.
"Bugger."
2500 B.C.E Lower Egypt . . . .
Alamui had been a cleaner at the temple of Bast for twenty years and could see his retirement drawing close. He was going to live with his daughter and her family and have them look after him. He wasn't going to lift a finger. Life was good. However, that was going to change, today he was cleaning the room leading down into the pyramid of Khufu, and its temple complex.
The door leading into the pyramid has been sealed with heavy sandstone blocks long ago to deter grave robbers and Alamui only cleaned the room rarely. He was just about finished when he started to hear a banging noise. He looked around, "If that's you Jaer, you can stop right now." The knocking stopped. Alamui started sweeping again. The knocking started up again.
"Right if you don't stop that Jaer I'm going to . . . ." His words ground to a halt as the sealed stone door in front of him began to shudder and crumble until it shattered into a pile of rubble.
Alamui stared at the dusty white figure that stood in the remains of the pyramid entrance. "Arghh." Dropping his broom, he turned and ran. 'The pharaoh had come back from the land of the dead, funny, he thought to himself, he would have expected him to be taller.
Thirty minutes ago . . . .
Ranma had been having so much fun at the pretty lady's house. Even though her television hadn't been working, he had nearly fixed it. Pop was right if you poke something with a stick hard enough it would always work, sooner or later. The day had started as just another boring training trip. Pop had made him read a parchment filled with funny writing that he had borrowed from that old temple.
It had looked strange but he always did what his Pop told him to do. Now he was in the dark lying on his back and it was dusty. Maybe Pop had put him in the cupboard again, practice for hiding from what Pop called 'ungrateful bastards who can't take a joke.' He wasn't sure what the men were but he thought they were very nasty, because Pop always hid from them and his Pop was a super powerful martial artist, the best in the whole wide world. Chibi-Ranma was so proud of his father. Oh the innocence of childhood.
Bringing his arms up in front of him, he could feel stone all around, and beside him a body, covered in bandages. Ranma thought for a moment and then gasped. He must be in a hospital. Carefully he lifted the stone above his head and slid it down. It was still pitch dark. He wasn't afraid of the dark, he is a big boy, but he wouldn't say no to a torch, with that thought the Garnet staff's red heart began to glow a soft pink and illuminated the room.
Painted pictures covered the walls and Ranma gaped at the people and animals painted in rows. It was very impressive; he wished he had a camera. Beside him a man all covered in bandages lay, quietly he crept out of the box not to disturb him. Ranma held the staff up in the air and looked around "I wonder what the way out is?" A bandage wrapped arm appeared out of the sarcophagus and pointed to a door on the far side of the room. Ranma bobbed his head "Thank you." A dusty voice answered as he walked away.
"You're welcome."
Thirty minutes later . . . .
Sneezing from all the dust Ranma wiped his nose with his sleeve. He wondered why the man ran away and why he had been wearing a skirt. It had been great fun climbing through the hospital but he didn't think it was very safe for sick people. All those spikes and open pits, why if he hadn't had his trusty stick with him the crocodile would have gobbled him up for sure.
He was finally out and he was hungry. With his finely tuned Saotome nose, Ranma could smell roasting meat and frying bread in the distance.
"Foooood."
Swinging his staff through the air Ranma jumped into the air and without engaging any thought process he was out the door before the dust could settle.
Bast's godly residence . . . .
Yawning widely Bast stretched, she was just waking up from her mid morning nap. It was tough being a goddess. Suddenly bells peeled through her pillared home echoing off the marble walls. Leisurely the cat goddess rose from her couch and slunk to her terminal. With the touch of a button the noise stopped. Flashing on the screen, a red warning box shouted that a metaphysical intruder was trespassing in one of her temples.
Tapping away at her terminal she discovered that an unregistered time traveler had landed in the middle of a small temple of hers some time around 2500 B.C.e near Karnak. And strangely, they had been using technology from the ancient 'Moon Kingdom.'
Well this could be fun. It had been so long since she had been allowed to have any fun; everyone seemed to have forgotten about poor little Bast. No one had burnt incense or dedicated fatted calves to her in such a long time, she was feeling ignored.
Moreover, it's not a good idea to ignore a cat especially one that is also a goddess, as any one who has had the honor of being owned by a cat knows. Maybe she should go and investigate this disturbance and find out who her visitor was. Smiling the Cat Goddess, clicked away at her terminal until the appropriate paper work was done and smiled. She was going to have so much fun.