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KKC: Sorry it took so long! ^ ^;; I was typing up my Halloween special. (Read it, please!)
Grimoire: Shouldn't you be doing your fall foliage essay for Environmental science?
KKC: But then I wouldn't have time to type up this! Oh, and did anyone see the Aurora Borealis on Thursday? It was awesome; the entire sky was red. In fact, that brings us to this week's quote...
Quote of the week: "We're gonna die! It's the apocalypse! The world is doomed!" -Sean
Grimoire: Poor kid, he was scared out of his wits.
KKC: Yes, but apparently not scared enough to miss dinner. He ate all the popcorn chicken... *sniffle*
Grimoire: Will you stop whining and get to work?!
KKC: *whines* Yessir...
Grimoire: Good girl.
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Lyra walked into the giant lobby, Kurama curled up in her messenger bag, and over to the humongous front desk where an almost equally large woman was seated at a computer. Other demons were waiting around in line, most of them had the air of the snooty high-class, and Lyra nervously edged past them. The large woman looked Lyra up and down for a minute and then asked, "Can I help you?"
"Erm, can I rent three rooms please?" Lyra inquired, watching as the woman turned to her computer screen and typed something in before taking what looked like three credit cards from a drawer behind the desk. "Are you paying in check, credit, or cash?"
"Oh, credit ma'am." Lyra pulled out a silverish card from her back jeans pocket and presented it to the woman. She looked it over and glared at Lyra. "You're a student at the academy?"
"Oh, um, yes. Why?"
"Some people here were looking for a friend of theirs from the school. Sound like anyone you know?"
"Nope." Lyra quickly answered, wondering what the woman was up to. The woman shrugged and got back to typing in her student ID -- the money would be charged on Lyra's father's bank account-and Lyra tucked the cards in her bag, next to the silent Kurama. The woman at the desk slid her ID back and Lyra nodded a "thank you" before walking back out to the docks, where her friends waited.
"Well, you got the rooms right?" Kuwabara anxiously asked. Shishiwakamaru glared at him and coldly said, "Unless her student account was blocked, we're fine. Now c'mon; let's get our bags." The samurai shouldered his duffel bag and went through the electronically controlled glass doors.
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Down in the lodge, a certain black-haired girl sat at one of the café tables, sipping Snapple iced tea. "Man, this sucks." Yukimi growled, remembering the trip to the Dragon's Den. Sure, it was her fault for picking a cheap travel plan (her wallet hadn't really allowed much.), but even coming here wasn't worth ten hours on a "Gays around the World" cruise boat. It wasn't that she hated gay people or anything; it was fun to hang out with a bunch of guys who liked V.C. Andrews novels and could arrive in a perfectly coordinated outfit (without the help of a girlfriend or sister, that is). Heck, her old teacher had been gay. Listening to pick-up lines from over twelve different lesbians had gotten on her nerves, though, and she just didn't have the patience. "I just hope that I can get into the hotel owner's room. I need to find that treasure..." she mumbled, brown eyes staring into the artificially-flavored drink.
Another boy, almost the same age of her, sat down at the table next to her and set up a silverish-black laptop. Flicking on the power button, he chowed down on a cinnamon bun while waiting for the computer to boot up. As if noticing Yukimi staring at her, he turned to the girl and glared back at her with grey-green eyes, his unruly blond hair falling in front of his face. A beep from the laptop redirected his attention and he slid in a floppy disk, then brought up the hotel blueprints on screen. Biting his lower lip, the teen mapped out a path on the screen, totally oblivious to Yukimi, who was dangerously leaning out of her seat while trying to read the blueprints over his shoulder.
"ROGERIK! GIMME MY LAPTOP!" The loud voice startled Yukimi so much that she lost her grip on the metal café table, the only thing that was keeping her balanced, and she fell to the floor with a very audible 'THUD'. Dazedly, the sixteen year-old tried to pinpoint the source of the angry voice and looked straight into the face of a glaring young girl. Yukimi glanced about the room for the boy with the blueprints, but he had disappeared, taking the 3 ½" floppy with him. "Oh, I'm sorry... my name is Lark." The girl brushed her long black hair out of her face and held a hand down to Yukimi, who took it and was graciously helped to her feet. As Yukimi looked up at the now smiling girl, she couldn't help but wonder how someone could shift gears so quickly, but was nonetheless glad that Lark was in a better mood. "I'm Yukimi. So, was he a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, kind of... Rogerik's an okay guy, once you get to know him; he's kind of a loner." Lark shut down her laptop and tucked it into her bag, after a thorough inspection for any damages, of course. "So, Yukimi, what brings you way out here?"
"I'm doing some studies for my university class." Yukimi slowly toyed with her hair, tied up in a ponytail over her right shoulder, and looked down at the ground. "Wow, you're in a university? You don't really look... uh, how should I put this..."
"I don't look like I'd be in college already?"
"Er, yeah." Lark nervously chuckled. Yukimi couldn't help but start to giggle, if under her breath. "Oh, I'm an assistant to one of the professors; he studies dragons."
"No kidding? I guess it was the rumor that drew you to this hotel, huh?" Lark shouldered her bag and the two girls strode out of the lounge and into the small market place located near the lobby.
"Yep! Always wanted to know what dragons really had in their hordes." Yukimi looked over at Lark, was gazing out of the huge tinted, glass wall (it goes for about forty-three stories. Big, huh?) at the ocean. Storm clouds were starting to gather on the horizon. "I thought that dragons horded treasure; you know, gold and jewels." Lark mentioned, rather off- handedly. The older girl stopped and looked out the window along with her temporary companion and replied, "It's been so long since anyone's made it back alive that no one really knows. And to each person, "treasure" is different."
"How so?"
"Er, how do I explain this..." Yumiko gently massaged her temple and sighed. "Okay, um... a philosopher's treasure might be his library, whereas a parent's greatest treasure might be their children."
"Not all parents are like that." Lark muttered, and Yukimi couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, I guess not... but it all depends on the individual." Next to her, Yukimi could hear Larks mirthfully chuckling. "What's so funny?" She asked. Lark just turned, all depression that had once clouded her eyes, gone. "You know, you should meet a friend of mine... you guys would really get along."
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"Alright, so we have which room?" Jin stared at the hotel map in confusion. Blatantly, Hiei pointed to a tiny speck that was labeled, "You Are Here." Glaring at the windmaster, the fire demon replied, "We're on the fourteenth floor, and out rooms are up on the twenty-second floor."
"Fourteenth? But we were on the last floor we were on was the twelfth!" Kuwabara muttered. Shishiwakamaru shouldered into the conversation with his own little piece of info. "Most hotels leave out the thirteenth floor, for superstitious reasons."
"Sounds stupid to me. Technically, this is the thirteenth floor." Kuwabara muttered.
"Hey, Shishi," Yusuke asked, "Why are you suddenly full of info?" The samurai sniffed and haughtily replied, "Well, since Kurama is... indisposed... at the moment, someone has to have a fairly high level of intelligence around here."
"Exactly, my question was, "Why you?", however; not "Why are you full of shit?" Yusuke flinched from the low growl that issued from Lyra's bag and stepped away from his roommate. "Not that you're full of it, Kurama. You know? I-er... was just taking my frustrations out on someone else that really deserved it?"
Another menacing growl. This time Yusuke walked over to the far end of the corridor. "Whatever..." he muttered. Jin groaned and placed the five heavy bags he had been carrying with a loud 'thunk'. Kyuro, fur bristling, poked his little head out of one of them and hissed, "Will you be more gentle?! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Holly, her broom casually leaning on her shoulder, bent down and pushed her familiar's head back in the bag and zipped it shut. "Oh, just deal with it!"
Jin grumbled something in Gaelic (it's a really old, celtic language. Not many speak it, since it's kinda dead.) under his breath and picked the bags back up, then turned towards the staircase, only to be run over by a cart being pushed by an oddly familiar demon in a hotel uniform. "Eh? Sorry mate, didn't notice you underneath all that baggage- whoa! Jin! What a surprise!"
The red-head blinked at the hotel employee for a moment, trying to make the tall man out behind all the little crowlers flying in circles around his head, and floated over the ground, Indian style. "Chuu?" Yusuke leaned out from behind Kuwabara, gaping at the demon he had met at the dark tournament. "Urameshi! Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
"Trying to get away from you." Hiei darkly muttered, earning himself an elbow in the ribs from Lyra. To her relief, the strange man hadn't heard what Hiei had said, or else had chosen to ignore it, and continued to talk with Jin and Yusuke like old friends.
"Yeah... Risho told Touya you'd left on an errand for Koenma and the poor bloke's been going crazy looking fer ya for the last two or so months. Mind you, he dragged me and Rinku along for the ride. Say... why don't we drop your stuff off at your rooms and have a few drinks at the bar?" The purple- haired man swung three bags over each shoulder and merrily tromped up the stairs, talking to the spirit detective and wind master the entire time.
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KKC: Yes, it's short. And yes, I don't care!
Grimoire: You don't care about much, do you?
KKC: I only care enough to make people think they're wanted. Oh, I was reading the reviews for my Halloween fic, and contrary to popular belief, people do not go around beating other people up on Halloween- unless you're hanging around at The Point. Trust me, if you're ever going to Salem, try to stay away from there. I'm saying this for your own health...
Grimoire: Yeah, well how would I know? You didn't take me with you on Halloween.
KKC: Oh, it was fun! Here's a little list my sister and I came up with after walking around downtown!
# of cross dressers we saw: 27
# of people dressed as Mike Myers: 5
# of people dressed as prostitutes: 9
# of people dressed as anime/manga characters: 14
#of people dressed as nuns: 6 (and that's including the cross-dressers!)
Most realistic costume/ cosplay: A guy dressed up as Edward Scissorhands
Most ironic costume: A woman dressed as a pile of leaves- she was smoking a cigarette.
Stupidest costume: A teen tied a plastic penis to his head and taped a sign that read: "Dick head" onto his shirt.
Funniest costume: A guy dressed up as one of the knights from Monty Python's Knights of the Holy Grail.
Most original costume: Someone came dressed as a mattress from the planet Raoul 5 (from hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. It's a planet inhabited by living mattresses, where they are killed and shipped out for people to sleep on.)
Funniest scene: A guy dressed as The Rock and another guy dressed as Hollywood Hulk Hogan were faking a wrestling match in front of the bank. The Rock had two friends dressed as women (one of them was in a fat suit and was wearing a string bikini over it) cheering him on. It turned out to be a sissy-fight though... Buncha pansies...
KKC: And, thanks to an insane old priest, I have a new song!
*sing to the tune of Freres Jacques*
Jesus loves you!
Jesus loves you!
Yes he does!
Yes he does!
Jesus f*cking loves you!
Jesus f*cking loves you!
Now go burn in hell!
Go burn in hell!
Grimoire: That's what Halloween is really for, to make fun of Christian extremists. You know, that kind that stands around yelling at people that the end is coming and everything you're doing is sinful? That you have to seek redemption now if you want to go to heaven?
KKC: Freedom of speech is al fine and good, but don't we have freedom to listen to what we want to? Rgh... too tired to do "Wheel of Torture" this week, so I'll torture Chuu by next Friday. So, remember to review and Buh- bye!
KKC: Sorry it took so long! ^ ^;; I was typing up my Halloween special. (Read it, please!)
Grimoire: Shouldn't you be doing your fall foliage essay for Environmental science?
KKC: But then I wouldn't have time to type up this! Oh, and did anyone see the Aurora Borealis on Thursday? It was awesome; the entire sky was red. In fact, that brings us to this week's quote...
Quote of the week: "We're gonna die! It's the apocalypse! The world is doomed!" -Sean
Grimoire: Poor kid, he was scared out of his wits.
KKC: Yes, but apparently not scared enough to miss dinner. He ate all the popcorn chicken... *sniffle*
Grimoire: Will you stop whining and get to work?!
KKC: *whines* Yessir...
Grimoire: Good girl.
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Lyra walked into the giant lobby, Kurama curled up in her messenger bag, and over to the humongous front desk where an almost equally large woman was seated at a computer. Other demons were waiting around in line, most of them had the air of the snooty high-class, and Lyra nervously edged past them. The large woman looked Lyra up and down for a minute and then asked, "Can I help you?"
"Erm, can I rent three rooms please?" Lyra inquired, watching as the woman turned to her computer screen and typed something in before taking what looked like three credit cards from a drawer behind the desk. "Are you paying in check, credit, or cash?"
"Oh, credit ma'am." Lyra pulled out a silverish card from her back jeans pocket and presented it to the woman. She looked it over and glared at Lyra. "You're a student at the academy?"
"Oh, um, yes. Why?"
"Some people here were looking for a friend of theirs from the school. Sound like anyone you know?"
"Nope." Lyra quickly answered, wondering what the woman was up to. The woman shrugged and got back to typing in her student ID -- the money would be charged on Lyra's father's bank account-and Lyra tucked the cards in her bag, next to the silent Kurama. The woman at the desk slid her ID back and Lyra nodded a "thank you" before walking back out to the docks, where her friends waited.
"Well, you got the rooms right?" Kuwabara anxiously asked. Shishiwakamaru glared at him and coldly said, "Unless her student account was blocked, we're fine. Now c'mon; let's get our bags." The samurai shouldered his duffel bag and went through the electronically controlled glass doors.
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Down in the lodge, a certain black-haired girl sat at one of the café tables, sipping Snapple iced tea. "Man, this sucks." Yukimi growled, remembering the trip to the Dragon's Den. Sure, it was her fault for picking a cheap travel plan (her wallet hadn't really allowed much.), but even coming here wasn't worth ten hours on a "Gays around the World" cruise boat. It wasn't that she hated gay people or anything; it was fun to hang out with a bunch of guys who liked V.C. Andrews novels and could arrive in a perfectly coordinated outfit (without the help of a girlfriend or sister, that is). Heck, her old teacher had been gay. Listening to pick-up lines from over twelve different lesbians had gotten on her nerves, though, and she just didn't have the patience. "I just hope that I can get into the hotel owner's room. I need to find that treasure..." she mumbled, brown eyes staring into the artificially-flavored drink.
Another boy, almost the same age of her, sat down at the table next to her and set up a silverish-black laptop. Flicking on the power button, he chowed down on a cinnamon bun while waiting for the computer to boot up. As if noticing Yukimi staring at her, he turned to the girl and glared back at her with grey-green eyes, his unruly blond hair falling in front of his face. A beep from the laptop redirected his attention and he slid in a floppy disk, then brought up the hotel blueprints on screen. Biting his lower lip, the teen mapped out a path on the screen, totally oblivious to Yukimi, who was dangerously leaning out of her seat while trying to read the blueprints over his shoulder.
"ROGERIK! GIMME MY LAPTOP!" The loud voice startled Yukimi so much that she lost her grip on the metal café table, the only thing that was keeping her balanced, and she fell to the floor with a very audible 'THUD'. Dazedly, the sixteen year-old tried to pinpoint the source of the angry voice and looked straight into the face of a glaring young girl. Yukimi glanced about the room for the boy with the blueprints, but he had disappeared, taking the 3 ½" floppy with him. "Oh, I'm sorry... my name is Lark." The girl brushed her long black hair out of her face and held a hand down to Yukimi, who took it and was graciously helped to her feet. As Yukimi looked up at the now smiling girl, she couldn't help but wonder how someone could shift gears so quickly, but was nonetheless glad that Lark was in a better mood. "I'm Yukimi. So, was he a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, kind of... Rogerik's an okay guy, once you get to know him; he's kind of a loner." Lark shut down her laptop and tucked it into her bag, after a thorough inspection for any damages, of course. "So, Yukimi, what brings you way out here?"
"I'm doing some studies for my university class." Yukimi slowly toyed with her hair, tied up in a ponytail over her right shoulder, and looked down at the ground. "Wow, you're in a university? You don't really look... uh, how should I put this..."
"I don't look like I'd be in college already?"
"Er, yeah." Lark nervously chuckled. Yukimi couldn't help but start to giggle, if under her breath. "Oh, I'm an assistant to one of the professors; he studies dragons."
"No kidding? I guess it was the rumor that drew you to this hotel, huh?" Lark shouldered her bag and the two girls strode out of the lounge and into the small market place located near the lobby.
"Yep! Always wanted to know what dragons really had in their hordes." Yukimi looked over at Lark, was gazing out of the huge tinted, glass wall (it goes for about forty-three stories. Big, huh?) at the ocean. Storm clouds were starting to gather on the horizon. "I thought that dragons horded treasure; you know, gold and jewels." Lark mentioned, rather off- handedly. The older girl stopped and looked out the window along with her temporary companion and replied, "It's been so long since anyone's made it back alive that no one really knows. And to each person, "treasure" is different."
"How so?"
"Er, how do I explain this..." Yumiko gently massaged her temple and sighed. "Okay, um... a philosopher's treasure might be his library, whereas a parent's greatest treasure might be their children."
"Not all parents are like that." Lark muttered, and Yukimi couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, I guess not... but it all depends on the individual." Next to her, Yukimi could hear Larks mirthfully chuckling. "What's so funny?" She asked. Lark just turned, all depression that had once clouded her eyes, gone. "You know, you should meet a friend of mine... you guys would really get along."
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"Alright, so we have which room?" Jin stared at the hotel map in confusion. Blatantly, Hiei pointed to a tiny speck that was labeled, "You Are Here." Glaring at the windmaster, the fire demon replied, "We're on the fourteenth floor, and out rooms are up on the twenty-second floor."
"Fourteenth? But we were on the last floor we were on was the twelfth!" Kuwabara muttered. Shishiwakamaru shouldered into the conversation with his own little piece of info. "Most hotels leave out the thirteenth floor, for superstitious reasons."
"Sounds stupid to me. Technically, this is the thirteenth floor." Kuwabara muttered.
"Hey, Shishi," Yusuke asked, "Why are you suddenly full of info?" The samurai sniffed and haughtily replied, "Well, since Kurama is... indisposed... at the moment, someone has to have a fairly high level of intelligence around here."
"Exactly, my question was, "Why you?", however; not "Why are you full of shit?" Yusuke flinched from the low growl that issued from Lyra's bag and stepped away from his roommate. "Not that you're full of it, Kurama. You know? I-er... was just taking my frustrations out on someone else that really deserved it?"
Another menacing growl. This time Yusuke walked over to the far end of the corridor. "Whatever..." he muttered. Jin groaned and placed the five heavy bags he had been carrying with a loud 'thunk'. Kyuro, fur bristling, poked his little head out of one of them and hissed, "Will you be more gentle?! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Holly, her broom casually leaning on her shoulder, bent down and pushed her familiar's head back in the bag and zipped it shut. "Oh, just deal with it!"
Jin grumbled something in Gaelic (it's a really old, celtic language. Not many speak it, since it's kinda dead.) under his breath and picked the bags back up, then turned towards the staircase, only to be run over by a cart being pushed by an oddly familiar demon in a hotel uniform. "Eh? Sorry mate, didn't notice you underneath all that baggage- whoa! Jin! What a surprise!"
The red-head blinked at the hotel employee for a moment, trying to make the tall man out behind all the little crowlers flying in circles around his head, and floated over the ground, Indian style. "Chuu?" Yusuke leaned out from behind Kuwabara, gaping at the demon he had met at the dark tournament. "Urameshi! Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
"Trying to get away from you." Hiei darkly muttered, earning himself an elbow in the ribs from Lyra. To her relief, the strange man hadn't heard what Hiei had said, or else had chosen to ignore it, and continued to talk with Jin and Yusuke like old friends.
"Yeah... Risho told Touya you'd left on an errand for Koenma and the poor bloke's been going crazy looking fer ya for the last two or so months. Mind you, he dragged me and Rinku along for the ride. Say... why don't we drop your stuff off at your rooms and have a few drinks at the bar?" The purple- haired man swung three bags over each shoulder and merrily tromped up the stairs, talking to the spirit detective and wind master the entire time.
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KKC: Yes, it's short. And yes, I don't care!
Grimoire: You don't care about much, do you?
KKC: I only care enough to make people think they're wanted. Oh, I was reading the reviews for my Halloween fic, and contrary to popular belief, people do not go around beating other people up on Halloween- unless you're hanging around at The Point. Trust me, if you're ever going to Salem, try to stay away from there. I'm saying this for your own health...
Grimoire: Yeah, well how would I know? You didn't take me with you on Halloween.
KKC: Oh, it was fun! Here's a little list my sister and I came up with after walking around downtown!
# of cross dressers we saw: 27
# of people dressed as Mike Myers: 5
# of people dressed as prostitutes: 9
# of people dressed as anime/manga characters: 14
#of people dressed as nuns: 6 (and that's including the cross-dressers!)
Most realistic costume/ cosplay: A guy dressed up as Edward Scissorhands
Most ironic costume: A woman dressed as a pile of leaves- she was smoking a cigarette.
Stupidest costume: A teen tied a plastic penis to his head and taped a sign that read: "Dick head" onto his shirt.
Funniest costume: A guy dressed up as one of the knights from Monty Python's Knights of the Holy Grail.
Most original costume: Someone came dressed as a mattress from the planet Raoul 5 (from hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. It's a planet inhabited by living mattresses, where they are killed and shipped out for people to sleep on.)
Funniest scene: A guy dressed as The Rock and another guy dressed as Hollywood Hulk Hogan were faking a wrestling match in front of the bank. The Rock had two friends dressed as women (one of them was in a fat suit and was wearing a string bikini over it) cheering him on. It turned out to be a sissy-fight though... Buncha pansies...
KKC: And, thanks to an insane old priest, I have a new song!
*sing to the tune of Freres Jacques*
Jesus loves you!
Jesus loves you!
Yes he does!
Yes he does!
Jesus f*cking loves you!
Jesus f*cking loves you!
Now go burn in hell!
Go burn in hell!
Grimoire: That's what Halloween is really for, to make fun of Christian extremists. You know, that kind that stands around yelling at people that the end is coming and everything you're doing is sinful? That you have to seek redemption now if you want to go to heaven?
KKC: Freedom of speech is al fine and good, but don't we have freedom to listen to what we want to? Rgh... too tired to do "Wheel of Torture" this week, so I'll torture Chuu by next Friday. So, remember to review and Buh- bye!