Ranma/ Jet Set Radio
'Styl'n and Grind'n'





"WASSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPP!!! NERIMA! It's you're fly DJ of the sacred and free airways and airwaves PRO-FESS-A- K! Have I got ya attention out there in wonderland? Good! I'ld just like to say it's been another breautiful day in the Nerimahood, that's Furikan of New Tokyo, you dig? And it's about to get a whole lot prettier with some boss grooves and... heh... the local renovation committee..."
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"HEY! WATCH IT!"

"DAMN KIDS!"

"WHOA!"

Ranma ignored the cries of outrage, as he blazed through the crowd, not too concerned for their welfare since he was pretty sure they would get out of his way... in time. Sharply turning to his left. Ranma came to a skidding stop on the side of his roller blades, but barely pause, as he pushed off back away at a 45 degree angle. A few press offs to get speed, Ranma was quickly approaching top speed along a speeding bus. The pigtailed roller blader took pulled out a can of spraypaint, aiming to beautify on the go...
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"Oh snap! I guess you newbies here in Nerima-ville are stumped and boggled. I'm talk'n about the NERIMA WRECKING CREW, BABY!!! You'll know who I'm talk'n about; my boys and girls that are working to make Nerima beautiful. First lemme give a shoutout to my holmes, Ryoga. Boy be strong as a bull, and hard as one too. You be haaarrrrrd pressed to match power and endurance, unfortunately the boy's got as much direction sense as a compass at the North Pole...
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Ryoga hopped along the rooftops on his roller blades, and suddenly pushed a burst of speed up a steep roof, launching himself into the air.

"HA!" The bandanna clad boy called out, in a backwards sommersault as he flew forwards. He landed on a powerline; his blades grinding against the insulated wire, before approaching a pole, pushing off back into the air with a spin, skidding on the back of a park bench, landing on the park sidewalk, and cutting through a flock of pigeons. He then stopped on a dime, spinning like a top, before choosing a direction to head in; they were all pretty much the same to him, anyhow.
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"Follow'n up, be my chica Akane! She may not be the most styl'n of the bunch, but she got heart, some of that brute strength, and a bit of speed that puts her in league with the rest of tha 'Crew'..."
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Crouched low in a grind, Akane make sparks along the metal guardrailing of the street walkway, before leaping up onto a railing alongside a spiraling staircase. She ascended with barely losing any momentum, and once at the top, leaped off and grabbed the bottom of her blades with her left hand. The short haired girl landed, and used her strength for a quick burst of speed on the bridge that crossed over the street; scaring pedestrians out of her way. She pivoted on one blade so she was skating backwards, and then turned back to face forward, before leaping off the bridge, doing the splits in the air.

"Nice!"
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"Now we're talk'n about my fly girl, Ukyo! Mistress of the grind and tha okonomiyaki. And with some of her phat stunts, we all gotta be impressed that she ain't pretending to be street okonomiyaki. Girl's got some crazy skills, you go, daredevil!"
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Ukyo's blades rolled along the advertising board on the side of the building, before she bounded off onto another board, then the side of a building, and then finally onto a rooftop. She rushed to the edge of the high rise, and leapt off into a bellyflop. She tucked herself into several sommersaults, before bracing her skates against the side of the building across the one she had just jumped from, and then pushed off at an angle onto a walkway's guardrail; hopping just a bit to turn around to skid backwards while her skates and the metal rail made sparks fly...
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"Next, I'd like to introduce you to that Chinese Flower, Shampoo! Hey yo, all hair care product jokes aside, my girl's got some finesse to rival Ukyo's, but where she lacks the outright daring, she more than makes up in silk like grace..."
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While still skating backwards, Ukyo held her hand low. Shampoo slapped it as she skated by, and nodded to Ukyo with a smirk. Shampoo snagged the back of a car racing by her, and allowed it to pull her along. Just as the vehicle turned, Shampoo was whiplashed forward off the base of a steep decline; soaring in the air with her legs tucked in. Almost lazily, she leaned backwards, tumbling in the air once, before landing in an open window to a building hall. Without pause, she hit the concrete floor of skates first, and raced down the hall, diverting her attention enough to blow a kiss to a wayward man who looked outside his door at the commotion coming down the apartment building hall.
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"Of course, we can't be talk'n about one Amazon without the other. Mousse has the MASSIVE hangtime that has him listed as FCC enemy number ONE! On top of that, boy never seems to be without ammo. His endless supply of spray paint cans, the graffiti soul, keep him and his peeps well armed in tha Hip-hop battle on the heavy streets! Just... heh, watch out for him, yo. He has the eyesight of a caped crusader of the flying rodent kind... with his eyes plucked out..."
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Shampoo intercepted the can of spraypaint, as she leapt out the window in a half gator on the other side of the hall. Mousse hadn't even looked back, as he continued to skate at top speed towards the light pole. As he raced by it, a cord had snapped out of the sleeve of his billowing white coat, snagging the pole. As it went taunt, Mousse leapt into the air, allowing the cord to swing him into the air at high velocity. Like some webbed vigilante, Mousse soared into the air, feet first, before flipping upright, rebounding off the side of the building Shampoo just jumped out of; only tounching for a split second, yet leaving his graffiti behind. Mousse landed on the rootop of the next building across, and slammed into the one of the jutting vents, mistaking it for a ramp.
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"Last, but the leader of the pack, our boy/girl, depending on the humidity, we got Ranma. Don't let anyone tell you he's the best, just look into the sky or where you hear the most people screaming, and he'll prove it outright to ya. There ain't NOBODY that tops the creme` de la creme` of the Nerima streets, or Tokyo. And you betta BEALI' DAT!"
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Ranma smirked, as he skated backwards away from the bus, leaving his infamous pigtailed yin/yang grafiti behind. Ranma spun himself around, leapt frogged over one pedestrian that was slow to get out of his way (disproving his theory), landed in a crouch that allowed him to blade under the rail that went along the currently drained canal, and rode down the half-pipe up to the other side. Ranma hand planted on the opposite end, and flipped himself down, and raced back up the other side. He flipped backwards while rising and performed an airwalk once he launched over its edge, and came back down upside down, quickly turning himself upright just before landing without any concern.

"Ha! Sweet!" He congradulated himself, while rolling halfway up the other side, and turning down the drained canal to head back to the crew's hangout.
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"That's enough of my rant's and raves, gentlemen and ladies. I think it's time we started kick'n some heavy jams for your audical pleasure. And know this; you're tuned in to Jet Set RADIOOOOOOO!!! There ain't ANY other station for you to be hear'n, you understand?"