YCLoveMaker Hotel: We Love You All to Death~!

[Fusion X. Denver]

So in a few days it will be Halloween. What is everyone's plans?

So I got these glow in the dark necklaces, right?

So I'm going to go as

SPIDER-MAN

Turn Off The Dark

[Jake the Sage]

So I got these glow in the dark necklaces, right?

So I'm going to go as

SPIDER-MAN

Turn Off The Dark

 

(T_-)? O~kay?

 

Okay honestly I don't know what to do to respond to that. I'm going to be working, most likely, but thankfully our employer is letting us wear costumes at work.

[Fusion X. Denver]

"Wow Fusion, that's incredibly punny and strange, but good for you!"

 

I haven't been paying much attention to the event, but Stanley's made entertaining statuses.

[Jake the Sage]

"Wow Fusion, that's incredibly punny and strange, but good for you!"

 

Nope. Not giving you the satisfaction (XD)

 

I haven't been paying much attention to the event, but Stanley's made entertaining statuses.

 

Yeah I haven't been paying that much attention to the event either, despite supposed to be a part of it, but then again I might be lying.

[The Warden]

So I finished Bobobo, and I gotta say, the first half is miles ahead of the second half in quality.

[Jake the Sage]

Wow, a full week of no posting by ANYBODY. I know I have been busy with college since Halloween and then the NANO-thing for college . . .

[Mugendramon]

Clubs dying off is completely normal, especially when nothing's been going on that's worth mentioning.

 

I mean, does anybody give a shit about Broken and his watching Bobobo? If you want posting here, make some sort of mini event or whatever. That RP tournament idea you brought up or whatever.

[Jake the Sage]

If you want posting here, make some sort of mini event or whatever. That RP tournament idea you brought up or whatever.

 

Well considering I have to do a NANORAMO this month along with college/work taking more time than normal I won't be able to host anything really. That said, a role play tournament once I have enough time would be great . . .

[Spirit of DMG]

An RP Tournament might be  good idea. Especially considering I have little else to be doing these days.

[Jake the Sage]

Okay well the probability of having a tounament would be sometime either late November or early December. Then again, you guys know how bad I am at dates.

[Jake the Sage]

So what could we do to have an event here that will work for Thanksgiving?

[Jake the Sage]

Since it seems no one wants to post here anymore I think I'll give you guys something to discuss/read

 

[spoiler=PROLOGUE]

 

“Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always gotten there first, and is waiting for it.”

• Terry Pritchett

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The full moon peeked out from behind the clouds high above the city, and down below only the lights dotting randomly from windows illuminated the empty streets. The sound of footsteps echoing could be heard, distant at first but quickening with each passing second. The footsteps are coupled with a frantic breathing, the panicked breath of a young woman underneath one of the few still working street lights, her dirty blond hair sticking to the sides of her face; looking around she ducks into the alleyway without a single word. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed . . . her mind wouldn’t allow her to believe what she had just seen was real- never in a million years. Leaning her head back to gently rest against the cool brick wall her legs finally give out, her entire frame sliding to the ground at the very end of the alley as a low sob escapes her lips. Covering her head, pulling her knees up against her body, she stifled any tears that were welling in her eyes, “They’re all dead . . . Tillie . . . Jason . . . Meghan . . . all of them killed by those . . . those . . . things!”

 

The woman remained curled up alone crying. A clang in the distance caught her attention. Standing up to look in the direction the noise came from she gasped spotting the lumbering figures moving towards her with a relentless pace that never changed. Standing up, lobbing one of her shoes uselessly at them, she ran deeper into the alley. Hitting a gate the young girl looks up at the top then back at the crowd creeping towards her relentlessly. One bare foot pushing into the chain linked fence she attempted to climb it, losing her grip and falling back down to the ground, the crowd nearly surrounding her.  With nowhere to run, her eyes grew wide in fear while her entire body shook. Pressing her body against the fence behind her, as if she hoped to pass through it, she shook her head as the growing crowd slowly advanced towards her with its blood stained jaws hanging open and a low grunt bellowed out of it. Her heart was racing and the only sound that she could even utter was a loud scream as the front of the crowd lurched forward suddenly. Just before one of them was within a few feet of her, it’s jaws gnawing instinctively, a surprising scream that was not her own distracted her from everything else. She heard someone call out to it, “Back off you rotting son of a bitch!”

 

Her eyes shut, body trembling, she could only hear the next series of events. Even with her eyes shut she could feel something large in front of her and the crowd let out another group of bellows. A sudden tearing noise, horrible sounding that twisted her stomach just hearing it, followed then two more thuds; the first one lighter before a heavier one right after it. Finally forcing herself to open her eyes, she was staring at a man dressed in nearly complete body armor from head to toe; in his right hand was a blood stained sword, swing to clean it off a bit. Beside him one of the creatures had had its head removed and was no longer a threat, the others remaining at a safe distance. Looking at him in disbelieve he offered his hand before a tiny smirk appeared on his face, “This is going to sound corny but, come with me if you want to live!”

 

Blinking for a moment she is pulled against the man, holding her in his arms, and gives a surprised shout when he jumps at the undead crowd. Cleaving through them until they broke out into the wide open street, the two stopped and let the girl down. Her legs barely able to support her, she kept one hand on him looking back at the undead that had been easily slaughtered by a single man. She was so focused on what she was looking at she hardly noticed the man speaking to her, telling her that everything will be alright. Turning to look at him she was about to thank him, only the moment she turned her head at him she saw something behind him- huge and deadly. Gasping and pointing behind him, the man spins around and sees a massive undead bigger than a building heading towards them

 

As the monster undead roars, lifting its makeshift weapon above its hideous face, the screen phases to black as the announcer begins to talk, ‘Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of “Zombie Samurai”!’ Leaning back in his chair one of the security guards lets out a long, low groan as a commercial began on the television screen, “Man! Now I’m going to have to wait another week to see if Samurai Hito kills that thing and makes out with the hot damsel-in-distress chick!”

 

“And we still don’t know if she’s a clone or if she’s an unwilling spy for the government who’s hunting down Samurai Hito.”

 

“Of course she isn’t a clone or a government spy you idiot,” the first security guard said crossing his arms, glancing up quickly at the constantly humming security monitors. The two guards get into a debate over what role the girl plays, each one trying to convince the other they knew what they were talking about. Minutes passed as the two argue, retort and continue debating about the television show, completely unaware of the flicker of movement on one of the seven monitor screens as a group runs past the rotating cameras.

 

 

The group reaches the roof’s door and stops to examine the security measures keeping them from simply opening the door. Nothing more than a keypad that requires a twelve digit code to open. One of the group’s members lightly pressed her hand to her forehead, speaking in a low tone, “We’re at the door, awaiting your instructions.”

 

A few seconds later she nods, glancing up at her colleagues and pulls out a hand held iPod, powering it up so that a person appears onscreen, pulling out a cord to squeeze it into the USB port on  the key pad. The numbers begin to blink, going through all ten digits before the first one appears, ‘2’. This continues until each number is revealed and the key pad glows green, unlocking itself so the door swings open on its own. The remaining members step forward then look back at the woman, nodding to ensure she knows to remain on the roof to ensure nothing unexpected occurs. With a member on the roof the other two make their way into the building, heading down the stairs towards the guards’ station. They don’t even pause to worry about the security system, knowing that it had already been shut off, and make it to the door without a single mishap. Standing in front of the door one of them knocks, a smile on her face as she waits . . .
 

 

Inside the room one of the guards lets out a sigh hearing the knock, looking at the clock, “Isn’t it a little early for the next shift to arrive?”

 

“Might as well let them in and make our rounds before ‘Survivor Antarctica’ comes on,” the other guard says standing up, taking hold of his flash light.

 

Flicking on the flash light he takes the few steps towards the door, reaching out to open it, his eyes grow wide being greeted with a sight he had never expected to see. Instead of the next shift in front of him was a beautiful blonde haired woman in what appeared to be a cat girl cosplay; her ears even twitched when she smiled at him.

 

“W-Who the Hell ar-”

 

Her hand lashes out and snared his neck in a tight grip holding him in place, her white eyes peering through the dim light, before claws pierced through soft flesh. Yanking back she tore open his neck, preventing him from even uttering a single sound, much less shout to warn the other guard. The other guard, screaming seeing his friend toppling over with blood quickly flowing from his neck, presses himself up against the desk struggling to draw his pistol and takes a very shaky aim at the two intruders, “D-Don’t fucking move! I-I’ll shoot! I swear I’ll shoot!”

 

“Oh look Addy~! He’s shaking,” the other intruder says in a lofty almost serene giggle that floated through the air. Without even hesitating or showing concern for having a pistol pointed at her the other woman walked towards the man confidently, her large distracting chest jiggling with each step. Pressing the pistol tip flesh between her chest she leans forward, running a long fingernail over his cheek and speaks in a cooing voice, “Now you don’t want to shoot poor little old me, do you hmmm?”

 

The guard freezes, his eyes locked with the second mysterious woman. In his mind he is telling himself to squeeze the trigger- that they just killed his friend, but his body won’t listen to him. He opened his mouth to yell for back up, but the shout is silenced by the woman’s lips pressing against his and a few seconds later her soft body against his; after his arms go limp.

 

Struggling for a moment as she “assaulted” him, her hand ran down his chest all the way down to his arm where she took it and placed it against her waist, giggling when he instinctively gives it a light squeeze. Finally she breaks the kiss, letting go of the guard as he drops dead on the ground, licking her lips, “Thanks for the kiss . . .”

 

Giggling she rolls one of the security guards over and leaned over, her breasts bouncing when she kicked him in the side, then stops hearing Addy turn around. The cat cosplayer’s ears had twitched hearing footsteps and turning around, claws ready to strike, she stops seeing a figure standing in the open entrance. A slight grin on his face visible, he looks back and forth at the two dead guards before congratulating them for their work, “I didn’t expect you to get in this easily Tamane, Addy.”

 

“Thank you,” Tamane smiles from the praise, bowing at him then takes a step towards him with both arms held out. Her violet eyes shut for a kiss she stops, opening them to see his palm preventing her. Giving a small whine of disapproval, she steps back.

 

“There is still a lot we have to do before we can leave. There isn’t time for your hobby Tamane.”

 

“Y-Yes sir,” Tamane answers, her head low in disappointment.

 

 

The entire group makes their way to the innermost chamber of the building. Through empty hallways and twisting corridors they finally make it to their destination, only to be stopped by the massive sealed doors now standing in front of them. Stepping forward Addy runs her nails over the metal, examining the security measures. Unlike the door on the roof, this door requires not only a twelve digit code, but also a retinal scan as well as a voice command; top security.

 

Most thieves would be unable to open this type of door with the key pad and the retinal scan, but with a voice command it made it nearly impossible. However these people were not mere thieves in the night. Stepping forward, his face still wearing the same grin, the man punches in the twelve digit code and steps back the moment the small red light turns green- accepting the security code.

 

The first security measure beaten, Tamane steps forward and leans in, opening her eye for the retinal scan to analyze her pupil. Tamane steps back with a smile, the second light turning green and a mechanical voice accepting the scan, and pulls out the contact lens before smashing it with her high heels. Now only the voice command is left, prompting the group for the proper clearance. The figure steps forward, leaning in to make sure he is heard clearly, “I am Enzax Aito and the mind shall vanquish the sword . . .”

 

The mechanisms spring to life and the gears turn to open the steel doors, a cold fog escaping the confines of the room. Stepping inside Addy shivers, rubbing her hands over her arms, looking around while Tamane follows a second later just behind their leader towards their target. Standing in front of a metal table the man looks over the wires sticking into the figure seemingly sleeping on it, covered only around the waist.

 

Motioning to Tamane the scantily clad woman pulls out a black ring from between her breasts and tosses it at him. Taking the black ring he examines it, rolling it over and over between his fingers, and then looks down at the man lying on the steel slab. Slipping the black ring on the individual’s finger as he says, “With this our plans for this world can begin . . .”

 

The black ring glows for a moment before the man’s eyes open wide, his mouth twisting into a scream while his back arches off the table. Thrashing around he is forcibly held down until he finally calms down. Needing to be helped off of the table the man runs his hand through dark brown hair, his mouth dry and unable to speak. Glancing up weakly when a hand rests on his shoulder, the new man looks at the ever grinning cloaked figure, “Welcome back . . . you have much to catch up on.”

 

“W-Where am I?”

 

“With friends ny~an,” Addy answers as a brilliant yellow light envelops them, disappearing without a single trace.

 

 

-Time Skip-

 

Exiting the elevator Velma Crab lifts the ‘do not cross’ tape and walks up to one of the workers scribbling onto a clipboard. Only a small five person crew is working the scene, “This is supposed to be the most secure place in Yugo City so I want to know how someone got in here without being detected!”

 

            “Well you see, Mrs. Crab,” Lily Noe answers looking at the irate Mod, putting the clipboard behind her back, “Whoever broke in managed to remotely hack into the security system and completely shut it off.”

 

Lily can see that this surprised Velma. The security system has at least thirteen firewalls to prevent someone from hacking them directly, much less doing so remotely. When the place was rebuilt by the former Emperor all security measures were created by him personally, which is why the massive steel doors they were now standing in front of had required so many different methods to open it. However, now someone had finally broken in without being caught, “That’s impossible. We’ve tried for years and have never even gotten through the first security system . . .”

 

“Seems whoever did this was a genius on par with the former Emperor,” Lily admits.

 

            “Or well prepared,” Velma adds watching the body bags being brought out and carried to the service elevator; so far no news had been leaked about the break in and if it was up to Velma, it would never see the light of day.

 

“But we have a bigger problem,” Lily states taking an iPad from a member of her team and hands it to Velma; reading over the Intel her eyes grew darker. The personal elevator opening up, Roxas walks in drawing Velma’s attention from the iPad.

 

Walking over to her Roxas is greeted by a bow from Velma. Smiling Roxas waves her off, “Velma you don’t have to act so formal around me all the time.”

 

Roxas notices Velma’s serious expression, his eyes narrowing, “Should we continue this alone?”

 

When she nods Roxas raises his voice so everyone can hear him, “Everyone! If you could please finish what you’re doing and leave for a few minutes, thank you!”

 

Confused mumbles spread throughout the entire group as they wrap up what it was they happened to be doing at the moment, though no one thinks twice of not trusting Phantom Roxas. Once the last person has gone into the elevator and both of the Mods watch the numbers descend, Roxas turns back to Velma Crab, “You’ve been in the room already?”

 

            “No. I thought it best to wait for you.”

 

“Alright then,” Roxas nods and takes the lead, both walking through the steel doors into the room. Looking around at the machines both Mods were coming to the same conclusion. Clenching her fist Velma began biting her lower lip, “It looks like our suspicions were right about what Enzax was trying to do here . . .”

 

“Yes . . . seems so,” Roxas replied lifting up tubes coated with the remains of various chemicals.

 

“That isn’t the worst news,” Velma adds in making Roxas groans, running his hand over his face. Looking up at her he sees that she’s pointing to the security pad, “Whoever opened that door had hacked Enzax’s codes he gave to the Mods, specifically Draco Flame, and used Enzax’s own voice and your retinal scan.”

 

Hearing this he understood what Velma was getting at. Biting his thumb Phantom Roxas paced back and forth until he finally stopped, “Velma please don’t tell me you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”

 

Whether he wants to know or not Velma shakes her head, forcing herself to admit, “I was at a meeting last night with Draco and you were on a date with Larissa when the robbery happened. And only Mods even know about this room and our suspicions about what was inside it. So unless Enzax has returned, it means . . . there is a traitor in the Mods.”

 

Slamming his hand on the wall Roxas can hardly handle the idea of a Mod turning traitor, much less the knowledge that the darkest suspicion of the Mods was not only true, but has been stolen. His entire face flushes, turning pale, and he gives Velma the most serious look he has ever given since the disappearance of Emperor Aito. Nodding Velma goes to leave, stopping at the door when Roxas finds his voice, “Velma, no one can know about this . . . tell the news that Mod passcodes had been stolen and all Mods need to report to have theirs changed and a system alert for any old passcodes.”

 

“Of course Albert,” Velma nods and leaves him alone to try and think.

[/spoiler]

[Thar]

Besides a hideous amount of run-ons and tense confusion, and the fact that it screams Scooby Doo, this ain't too bad.

 

And I admit, I thought the zombie show was the actual fic. I was actually relieved that wasn't the case.

[Jake the Sage]

Besides a hideous amount of run-ons and tense confusion

 

Okay I can understand that there is probably some tense confusion in there, but I doubt there is a lot of run on sentences.

 

. . . . it screams Scooby Doo

 

Really? How so?

 

And I admit, I thought the zombie show was the actual fic. I was actually relieved that wasn't the case.

 

Nah I just wanted to do that because it does come back later on. It's kind of an allusion towards the general theme of the story.

[Thar]

Okay I can understand that there is probably some tense confusion in there, but I doubt there is a lot of run on sentences.

 

There are many sentences where I personally would've put commas in certain places just so I could breathe.

 

Really? How so?

 

Velma Crabs. Crime scene. Unmasking a traitor. It spells out in my mind.

 

Nah I just wanted to do that because it does come back later on. It's kind of an allusion towards the general theme of the story.

 

Makes sense, I guess.

[Jake the Sage]

Velma Crabs. Crime scene. Unmasking a traitor. It spells out in my mind.

 

Ah, okay yeah I can see that now . . .

 

I thought it would come out more as a prison break considering someone just broke into the Tower of Any Other to bust someone else out. But if you get Scooby-Doo from that then okay by me I suppose.

 

Also, no one noticed I gave Phantom Roxas a first name?

[The Warden]

I would review, but I quit doing HEART BREAKERS! So I'll just go yeah, whatevs on your story. Btw Thar, Velma WAS the name of Crab Helmet's character even in the original Trio of DEF.

 

Also, if you are going to quote one of my favourite authors, at least get his name smegging right. It's Pratchett, not Pritchett.

[Jake the Sage]

I would review, but I quit doing HEART BREAKERS! So I'll just go yeah, whatevs on your story.

 

Come on, you know you want too . . .

 

Btw Thar, Velma WAS the name of Crab Helmet's character even in the original Trio of DEF.

 

Ah, another Scooby-Doo reference that I completely overlooked.

 

Also, if you are going to quote one of my favorite authors, at least get his name smegging right. It's Pratchett, not Pritchett.

 

I got it from a website so not my fault.

[The Warden]

If you failed to even read it then yes, it IS your fault

[Jake the Sage]

If you failed to even read it then yes, it IS your fault

 

[Thar]

I hate to be a buzzkill, but Jake, I remember there being a rule against posts consisting of just images.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

 

That's a really dumb attitude. "Hey, how about instead me admitting to my mistake of pulling quotes out of Google my ass without even getting the author's name right just for the sake of having a quote you just go f*ck yourself? I can be as stupid as I want, BIATCH!"

[Jake the Sage]

My point, if I must defend myself, is that when I looked up the quote online that was the spelling for the name that was given. I did not know who the person was beforehand, so how was I supposed to know the spelling was wrong? I used the "deal with ut" because it's a silly s thing to get hung up over. Though I'll admit Thar is right, I should have added a few words to the picture post.

[The Warden]

It's the principle of the matter. As that was just laziness on your part. It doesn't take much to do the honour of getting right the name of someone who's much better at writing than you are

[Jake the Sage]

It's the principle of the matter. As that was just laziness on your part. It doesn't take much to do the honour of getting right the name of someone who's much better at writing than you are

 

Again, tell me how I was supposed to know that the spelling I had was wrong?