Some will fall and some will live...

*The coyote is in the kitchen as usual, still very much female. What isn't usual, however, is the way she's slumped over a cutting board, fast asleep. How she's managing to do this while still standing up is a mystery, but she's managed to pull it off somehow*

*One of her chao, the one that bears some resemblance to Antoine, tugs on her boot, trying to wake the woman up. She suddenly springs back to life, producing a switchblade from her sleeve and pointing it around left-handed at whatever foe her half-asleep mind thinks is there. The little coyote chao flees and hides under a chair*

Whowhatwhere?!

*blinks, then looks around*

No one there...?

*she runs a hand through her hair and finally spots the frightened chao. She puts the knife away, walks over to the small creature, and kneels on the ground, reaching out and talking soothingly to it*

Ssssh, it is all right, little one. Votre père is just tired from all of the extra working. It is safe to come out...

--lings! Ah, I cannot believe these chao!

Is there anyone here wanting the chao egg? Mind you, I make no guarantees on its intelligence, whether or not it will be having two arms and two legs, or if it will choose to play the banjos and make other chao squeal like the piggy.

Please take it before it hatches and I am having the other chao to be worrying about.

WHY IS ALL OF THE BUTTER TURNING INTO MARGARINE?! THIS IS SICK AND WRONG, HOTEL! SICK AND WRONG!

*the sounds of cooking for the early-risers can be heard. Suddenly, there's a high, girlish SHRIEK, followed by the thunk of a knife thrown into the wall. Anyone in the kitchen would see the coyote standing on a chair and holding another knife, ready to throw it*

VERMIN! ZERE IS VERMIN IN ZEE KITCHEN! KEEL EET KEEL EET KEEL EEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!

*video clicks on as a pair of mischievous chao--one bunny-like, one coyote-like--mess around with the laptop. While daddy's away, the chao will play~*

*in the background, the window opens, allowing the room's occupant back in. His hair's a wild tangle of curls, his uniform sporting a variety of rips and stains, and the coyote himself is bruised, bloodied, and limping slightly. Still, there's a faint smile on his face as he unceremoniously drops his sword to the floor, limps to the couch, and flops face-first onto it*

*The chao's bobbles become exclamation marks before they run to Antoine's side. The coyote raises a hand to pet the bunny-eared one*

Je suis tout à droite, les petits. Ne vous inquiétez pas~

*A bit of humming, idle clucking from the chickens, and the light clattering of dishes being stacked can be heard. The coyote chuckles a bit at something, and starts to say something possibly very familiar~*

Madames et monsieurs, it is with deepest pride
and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight.
And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a
chair as the dining room proudly presents -
your dinner!

( Be our guest! Be our guest! )

*long pause*

... um... Pardon my language, but what zee flaming blue hell...?!

Another curse, no doubt.

*cluck*cluck*cluck*cluck!* ^v^

Non, poussin, no encore.

*disappointed cluck*

*there's tuneless humming and the sound of the window opening, followed by the faint rustling of paper in the wind*

Ah, that is better~ It is far too stuffy in... what is this?

*pause*

"to my luv"? ... this is... dfhilsdkhfl;ksdhfklsdhflksdh

*sound of a window being slammed shut and the drapes being drawn*

Il est juste un autre tour de l'hôtel, il est juste un autre tour de l'hôtel, il est juste un autre tour de l'hôtel...

*The coyote walks into the kitchen, a shaking hand on his sword. He approaches a large, translucent Marowak, who is twirling her bone around like a baton. He stops short of the ghostly pokemon, grabs his other hand to stop the shaking, and stares the creature down. His voice trembles*

Monsieur ou Madame, if you can understand me, I am here to let you know that I refuse to let you continue to scare me out of my kitchen. You can stay, if you wish, but--

*The bone-twirling stops dead. The ghost looks down menacingly at the coyote, raises her bone, and swings it down HARD. Antoine quickly draws his sword to intercept it, but...*

*... the bone passes harmlessly through both sword and coyote. He snickers softly at first, building to a great laugh*

Ahaha... Ahahahahaha! This is what I was afraid of?! Ahahahaha!

*sheathes his sword, snaps his fingers at the ghost, and goes about pulling out pots and bowls, still chuckling to himself as the confused pokemon ghost just watches*

AUGH WHAT ZEE FUCK WHAT ZEE FUCK I DISAPPEAR FOR A FEW DAYS AND COME BACK TO FIND MY KITCHEN IS HAUNTED FUCK ZIS SHIT I AM NOT COOKING UNTIL THEY ARE GONE I CANNOT WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONS!!

*Enter the room of one Mr. and Mrs. D'Coolette. The room is dark, save for the backlight of the laptop and a bedside lamp that didn't get to be turned off before the pair vanished from the hotel. The rabbit lies in bed proper, completely still aside from the gentle rise and fall of her chest from her breathing. The coyote, on the other hand, is half-seated in a chair by the bed, half-on the bed. He holds the rabbit's hand in his, squeezing it in his sleep as he murmurs something unflattering about an "Iron Queen" in his native tongue*

*his ear flicks briefly, perhaps realizing the ambient sounds of a hospital are no longer there in the background, but makes no more motions that'd indicate he's getting up. With all the excitement that happened back home, they both need a nap...*

This place... I still do not remember it, although I am told I have been here for a while. It is maddening, because it seems so familiar and I come to the verge of remembering things, then my weak grasp on the memories becomes non-existent again and I am left wondering what is going on.

And I hear that we are in the middle of... what is it called again... a "curse"? Meaning, perhaps, that what we remember of the past is false, and who we are now is merely an illusion. I wish this is true false true I do not fucking know I just know I do not want to lose my wife nor my memories of the past 25 years do not know what to make of all this, quite frankly.

Maybe I should stop thinking too much about this and simply return to my cooking. I do not know why, but it seems like the right thing to do around here... Not to mention what they serve here pre-prepared is an abomination! How do you people stand it?!

((Strikes not there.))

*the coyote in in the kitchen, cooking as usual. To the casual observer, it looks like he is wearing a long black cape*

*Then along comes a largish fuzzy brown spider dropping down from the ceiling slowly, slowly, until it's level with Antoine's nose. The coyote takes one look at the spider, then shrieks and jumps back, the "cape" he's wearing suddenly unfurls into massive black wings. The wings bang into some pots hanging on a contraption dangling from the ceiling, causing a great din. Muttering a curse in his native tongue, he turns to get away from the pots and ends up knocking over a bottle of vegetable oil on the counter*

Oh, fils de pute!

*forces himself to stand still, muttering to himself*

... calme-toi, calme-toi...

*as he begins to relax, the wings wrap back around him*

Là, c'est mieux. Maintenant, où est une serviette ...?

( Cut for huge images )

Bunnie,

Meet me at the convenience store four blocks left from the hotel entrance before sunrise. If you do not arrive before then, I am afraid we will have to try it again tomorrow. My current condition does not allow me to be out in the sun.

... and sorry for running away. I had to be sure I could control myself first...

*soft shuffling of feet*

I am stronger than this... I will not let it win...

*more shuffling and a hiss*

I am stronger than this...

*a thump and a bitten-back cry*

I... will not lose... Can not lose...

... will keep control...

The last week was... an experience, to be sure. While I am not going to miss le grand tetons or having a perpetually confused mentor/pet, I rather liked having being the Valkyrie. The higher calling, the enhanced abilities, the sacred weapon... Aside from having to be a woman, it was rather... cool, for lack of a better word.

...

... mais l'épée n'a pas disparu. J'ai une lame runique~

*video clicks on to Valkyrie Antoine, hammer in hand and Chuck clinging to her shoulder, running the hell away from two very large and, by the way they're chewing on the city, very hungry wolves*

Will you stop running away from them?! You're just going to make them hungrier!

*in between panting* I would if I knew how in world to use this weapon! I am a swordsman, not the blacksmith!

Hm, it must still be adjusted to the last Valkyrie's style. Let me fix that.

*the hedgehog crawls over the coyote and down her arm until he's within reach of the hammer. He touches it and it suddenly shifts into a saber with runes engraved on the blade

*the Valkyrie stumbles for a step, thrown off by the abrupt change of weapon balance, but quickly regains her stride*

... you could have done that the whole time?!

Um... I think so?

YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT BEFORE I HAD TO FACE ZEE DAMNED AUROCH, VOUS SENILE VIEUX FOU!

Yell at me later! The wolves are catching up! *points to the large wolves behind them*

*the Valkyrie stops and turns towards them*

Oui. This should not be taking long... *charges towards them...*

( Cut for longishness )

SONIC'S REAL NAME IS ASHLEY!!

*-Please be noting, this only applies to a_prime_example.

ZUT ALORS! What has happened to zee keetchen?! Mademoiselle Sakuya will be having zee fits if she sees zis! Oh, zis is terrible! Where ees zee broom and zee mop...?