The Lylat Luxury Hotel: Part 4

[Fluxy]

"Ha ha. Very funny. Entertain the Bi*tch." She said while kicking the bomb to the side before it went off and started going down the halls to her room. Tears still going down her as she wiped them from time to time.

[Guest DRL]

"Sounds fine with me Interlocke.", replied Zeke as the group made their way to the infirmary.  "Oh boy, Norman's yelling again", Zeke muttered as he readied his M14.

"Affirmative. His sentence prior to

his last one was something along

the lines of: *Replicating Norman's

voice*

ABSALOUTLY *BEEP* NONE!!!!

..." Said the ship, imitating

perfectly Norman's voice at the

appropiate moment.

[CrypticQuery]

Zeke face-palmed himself and confronted Norman.  "What the hell just happened?", Zeke asked, obviously troubled. 

(GO BLACK SOVIET! VOICE RECOGNITION/REPLICATION FTW! )

[Guest Mr. Mario]

"I don't know what has gotten into her...but this girl isn't worth my time, criminal or not." Norman said.

[CrypticQuery]

"You know Norman, for an agent, you can be pretty insensitive at times", Zeke said, showing his inner soft-spot.

[Guest Mr. Mario]

"You know Norman, for an agent, you can be pretty insensitive at times", Zeke said, showing his inner soft-spot.

"I know that...but seriously, I've never seen someone act like a villian from a stupid movie. She even said that the continet would perish because of me. Is she like a god or something? I've never ever ever seen someone act like that." Norman said.

[Fluxy]

F&*k being this fun loving girl! Goddamn men! I don't even know why I try! She thought while getting into her room and slamming the door. "I have more important things to worry about like my defense supply!" She said pulling out some materials, her two Xeno Special edition hand guns, and blue, yellow, and red covered bullets. "Time to make bullets rather than grenades now..." She said to herself, opening the bullets and mixing supplies in side each one.

(And perished if you killed her... Get it right! )

[CrypticQuery]

"For all we know it could just be an act to stop having a gun pointed at your head.", Zeke replied.  "I'm gonna go make sure she's doing ok.", Zeke said before he walked off toward Rynian's room.  When he arrived, he slid the remaining grenade under the door, the pin hadn't been pulled.  He also knocked.

[Guest DRL]

(GO BLACK SOVIET! VOICE RECOGNITION/REPLICATION FTW! )

( Being a talking ship has

  it's benefits I guess. )

The ship followed Zeke, and so

did Interlocke. Attracted by the

recent 'grouping' of people, Deckér

slipped in. He was soon noticed.

"Hi!" he said candidly.

"You again. Well, you better not

  blow up things any more than

  they are now." Replied Interlocke.

[CrypticQuery]

Zeke continued waiting at the door for a reply.  He was saddened by what took place.  "Another faux-pas on Norman's and my instincts", Zeke joked as he waited.

[Fluxy]

Tears fell into a couple of the bullets that she was making. She swore under her breath from anger. Fu*^ This! He never finished telling me how to do this, I don't know how to... She thought while throwing the bullets to the side and started pulling out many materials and a big mixing bowl. "I guess I'll stick to crappy grenades." She said while starting the mixing process.

She heard Zeke's knock. She wiped her tears and cleared her voice before she spoke. "Yes?" She said in a very happy tone, still a couple tears coming down her face; still in the room, responding through the door.

[CrypticQuery]

"Rynian....I know you're faking that tone......I just came by to apologize.  I should've stopped Norman.  I knew he was going on a bad hunch......it's....just....that....", Zeke stammered, "I had no reason not to intervene.....I'm sorry it ever had to come to this.", He continued, obviously deeply troubled by what had just transpired.

[Fluxy]

She heard what he said, then got up, after putting some flour into the mix of the bowl. While stirring the bowl, she came to the door and opened it, then continued stirring. "It's just that what?" She said, the false voice gone and a tear or two still going down her fur.

[CrypticQuery]

"I.........I care about my friends.........and I don't want to see anything happen to them...", Zeke replied, still noticeably shaken.

[Fluxy]

"Just one day, and you call me friend?" She responded, very confused at this. After a pause, she opened the door more. "If you want, you can come in." She said in a normal tone. "It's not like I'm going anywhere." She added and started walking back into the room.

[CrypticQuery]

"If it's ok with you", Zeke said as he stepped in.  "The time at the hotel has been some of the most confusing and crazy times I've ever had.  But, on the flip-side, I've made so many true friends here....", he continued.  "At the risk of sounding incredibly cliched and cheesy, I sorta have a......knack for judging true friends....and you're definitely one of them."

[Guest DRL]

Deckér tried to slip in, but

he was stopped by his friend

ship. "Do not blow this up,

please. Remain quiet." said

the ship, in a low voice.

Interlocke just remained quiet.

'If only I could trust someone like

that...' she thought, a bit of sadness

appearing on her face.

[Fluxy]

"Hmmm." She said while sitting down and continued mixing her bowl and adding random things to the mix. "I might as well be honest with you then. This whole fun loving side of me? Just a haze. I honestly hate people in law enforcement, especially those like Norman, and spys. I never really was good at friendship. Hell, look how my Ex treats me only after one month of being together! After I dumped him because I felt I just wasn't into him at all, he has been at me for a long time! And now due to him... I can't even where my jacket without having his stench soaked in it."  Some tears coming down her eyes fell into her bowl, yet she kept mixing. She looked at Zeke. "I am sorry. you are a good person. And just because you are a cop, that will not affect me." She added while wiping her eyes and adding some more flour.

[Guest DRL]

"Hey, I am not a cop!"

Said Deckér.

"You SHUT UP!" said Interlocke.

"I know how she feels, or at least

partially. And we should better stop

standing here. Let's go." She said,

and motioned the Black Sov to prevent

Deckér from getting inside.

[CrypticQuery]

"............", Zeke stayed silent, letting everything soak in.  "I'm sorry it ever had to come to what happened today, I never wanted it to happen like that.  You're a good person at heart, it's just others that screw everything up.....I understand that perfectly...", Zeke continued, the full scale of the situation dawning on him.  "If....you ever need anyone to talk to, don't hesitate", Zeke said as he handed Rynian a slip of paper with his number on it.

(lol DRL, Interlocke has her hands full! )

[Fluxy]

She looked at the paper, then put it in her pocket. She sighed as she heard the ones outside. "Well, seeing as you guys have heard enough, just come on in I guess!" She said, a little bit aggravated, but acting the same in a way. She stood up and went over to her suitcase and grabbed some pre-made grenade shells.

[Guest Mr. Mario]

'There is no telling that she will kill you sooner or later...be prepared.' Norman thought, exiting the lobby and sneaking to his room to get his guns ammo replaced...

[CrypticQuery]

Zeke wasn't sure where to go from here.  He had a lot to say, but had no idea how to properly articulate it.  "Rynian....I have a question.  If you don't mind me asking, is there any significance to the number thirteen being carved on your blasters?"

[Guest DRL]

(lol DRL, Interlocke has her hands full! )

( LOL, yeah )

She looked at the paper, then put it in her pocket. She sighed as she heard the ones outside. "Well, seeing as you guys have heard enough, just come on in I guess!" She said, a little bit aggravated, but acting the same in a way. She stood up and went over to her suitcase and grabbed some pre-made grenade shells.

"I am sorry... Both for you being

  like this, and for me, for listening like that."

Normally, Interlocke would not apologize

for the last one. It was kind-of her job,

after all.

"I apologize for any interruption I may

  have caused." Said the ship, in turn.

Deckér entered silently; the pressure from

both his friend and the red and black vixen

to keep him in such state.

[Fluxy]

"All is fine. Curiosity is a hard habit to break..." She said, while it looked like it made her depressed to say it.

She looked down at her guns. She took them from her holsters and gave them to Zeke to look at. "Xeno edition. Hasn't even been made for the public..." She started while setting aside her bowl. "My father knew a really good smith, and got them for when he thought I was old enough." She teared and wiped it from her face. "I was not meant to get them till eight-teen, or somewhere around that age. He couldn't use one to save his life, but he thought I might be able too, and so did mom..." She stopped for a second. "My parents died on my thirteenth birthday. So I engraved the roman numeral of the unlucky thirteen." She said, not letting her emotions take over her.