Izette chuckled to herself as she watched her ginger friend struggle and swear over the collection of reporters who had practically tackled Ryke with the surrounding cameras. It was true that there were far more famous people there than the ginger. But some people actually managed to recognize her. Honestly, It was probably due to the years of hanging with Ebris and other legends. They were technically legends after all, right?
“Don’t care. Let’s go.”
Grabbing onto Izzy, the punker was dragged from her comfortable sport where she was innocently smoking her cigarette peacefully. As she was being dragged behind her, the punker began to panic. She knew what she had done, and honestly she really couldn’t afford to pay whatever expenses that they were going to try to charge Ryke. And there was a small part of her that knew that Ryke was going to make her cough up an organ to help pay. In a furry, the punker knew what she had to do. As Ryke tugged her along, the long cylinder that Izzy knew and love dropped from her lips, and the punker like out an audible whine.
“My smoke! ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” Izette whined a bit as she reached towards it. However, what made matter worse was the fact that Ryke LUGGED her through the doors. Instantly, the rivalry that the punker had with the door festered within her as they calmly made their way the doors. Once in the lobby, the punker quickly flipped the bird behind her as the two of them stormed the castle known as the Crimson Hawk.
I’ll get you later…
Those revolving doors and her had unfinished business.
As the two of them walked up to the front desk, the memories of times past came over Izzy. So many times she had gotten herself in trouble with the security by either starting a fight in the lobby or setting the bar on fire. Heck, there was even the one time that she had punched out a security guard cause they did not support swimming in the pool nude. She personally, never really understood that. But, it wasn’t often someone of her class came down to these parts. Especially seeing as it wasn’t often that someone of her type to be here…
Even though she was here about an hour go.
A few of the staff members looked at the one eyed woman funny which resulted in Izzy to only wave in response with a large cheeky grin plastered on her face. However, if the stare lasted more than 5 seconds, it was quickly followed by her faithful friend, the middle finger. A few guests scoffed in displeasure, as many of the staff members rolled their eyes. Surely seeing a Rockstar like Izzy was the least mundane thing in their day to day life. Stopping at the desk, the punker continued her classic wave as she waited for Ryke to tend to her boring business.
"Hi, I’d like to book a team suite. For the tournament. Talked to someone on the phone earlier about it.”
Despite whatever death threats the punker was thinking, her attention returned to reality as Ryke seemed to bring up something that made her grin. Team? Tournament? What was she going on about now?
“Wait. Wait. Hold up? Tournament? You mean THE tournament?” There was excitement in the punker’s voice as she almost sounded like she was mocking Ryke regarding the whole situation. However, it was quite the opposite. Unlike her partner in crime who was well aware about the events that were to come. Izette had been in a strange dream state the last hour and a half.
”I’m sorry but all suites are reserved and that floor is not being booked at this time. We are of course taking bookings for the ball and exhibitions. Are you here for that perhaps?”
This woman’s reaction to the mechanic’s request caused Izzy to become rather quizzical. It wasn’t like Ryke to be wrong, she was never wrong. She was the brains between the two of them.
“What? No. I mean Heaven or Hell? The famed annual tournament?”
“AH. SERIOUSLY?! IT IS TIME?! The punker quickly bounced up and down as she watching the woman address the unenthusiastic cat girl. She even had evidence! As Ryke quickly began to try produce the flyer to the guest services rep, the cat skimmed it over.
“Oh. I’m afraid there has been a misunderstanding,”
“LET ME SEE.” Before the cat could even finish looking at the sheet, the punker reached over the counter and pulled it towards her breast. She was far too excited as she giggled to herself and began to straighten the now crinkled sheet. Once having it visible, her eye zoomed over the words as though to drink its words. It was true. It had to be. The proof was on the sheet and it read in rather lovely words Heaven Or Hell.
What? Misundersta- I talked to someone on the phone and she said-”
“I’m afraid that there has been a misunderstanding. The only event taking place that we are accepting reservations for is the masquerade and exhibition fights. Did you want to book a room or not?”
Now the cat woman sounded annoyed as her ears twitched defensively. And unfortunately, it seemed to work on Ryke, especially seeing as the level of excitement seemed to have drifted from the ginger. Izette frowned slightly as she watched her eyes look down and then towards her.
“I mean, we’re already here. So ... I guess?”
“Now, now now. My beautiful Zandy Dee, let me have a go with this lady, hrm? I speak fluent customer service. AND cat girl.” Shoving Ryke aside from the lady a bit, the punker grinned at the cat woman as she propped herself on the counter. Thanks to her height, the punker struggled a bit, but standing on her tippy toes she managed to have it so she was resting quite comfortably. She was showing a rather cheeky smile as she made eye contact with the cat named Mitzi.
“Well? Are you booking?” She was seeming quite short now with her tone as she watched the shorter woman try and be all smug with her.
“Hi Mitsu-bitchy. I am afraid we are misunderstanding one another. I want you to give us our hotel suite. One of the nice ones for this upcoming tournament that you see here on this flyer. Cause you see, we got a team. A team so great that no one will know what to do when we come up on the roster! And if you don’t….” Calmly, the punker reached down to her belt with her free hand and pulled out her black and gold-handled switchblade. Almost instantly, the punker pressed the button and caused the knife blade to make its appearance. However, instead of being clean and beautiful as it normally was, it was stained with not only dark red blood, but black ichor like substance that the two of them had seen earlier.
“I have no problem introducing you to Sarah. She just came out to play, but I’m sure she has no problems making friends with your insides.” Izette laughed slightly as she waved the blade in the woman’s face as though to provide a proper greeting.
“Are you threatening ME in order to get a room for YOUR confusion?” Mitzi’s voice was now even louder and more annoyed than she had been earlier. Izette blinked slightly as she watched the woman squirm nervously in regards to having a knife pointed in her face.
“You betcha toots, now. Room please?”
“SECURITY!”
Almost instantly, the punker blinked as she watched armed guards come towards her ready to drag her out of the Hotel yet again. The punker, who was now laughing nervously, turned to Ryke and offered her a smile and a slight shrug.
“Welp. I’m out of ideas. What do you wanna do?”
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