Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Sis, how many times a day do you regret the company you decide to keep? Experiences such as this heighten that feeling tenfold. Maybe twentyfold."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Show off."
I point Knife's leg at Knife, then fire the in-built shotgun.

 

[Saltarius]

"Make that thirty."

 

[RaNDM G]

"I'm just a random guy some wizards sent over here to deliver this staff."

I sure hope this doesn't turn out to be like the opening to Final Fantasy 4.

Not necessarily.

"I see..."

More townsfolk arrive and crowd around, trying to console the girl. The man leads you away, trying to give her space.

"We sent one of our men to speak with the warlocks. Her husband. The staff was an offering of peace. If they have returned it, then they will come to our town by dawn."

"Sis, how many times a day do you regret the company you decide to keep? Experiences such as this heighten that feeling tenfold. Maybe twentyfold."

"Make that thirty."

"Why must you hurt me in this way?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Welp. Fear not good sir, for I am a mall fighter, famed across the galaxies for my heroism, when it goes right, and I will protect your town!" I wish the others were here.

 

[Nega Sigma Castell]

[b/][color={FF0000}]I float past Salt, throwing rainbow sprinkles at his face.
"Caem ooon, cher oop ye groupmeh bastayrd"[/color][/b]

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Salt, I'm armed. With a leg." I warn. "So, don't-"
I stop talking when I hear Nega Sig's presumably Scottish, definitely bad, accent.
"What's with the accent?"

 

[Nega Sigma Castell]

[b/][color={FF0000}]"Ay for sure, 'tis the accent of my forefathers, young laddie"[/color][/b]

 

[Knife-28]

"Gee, smooth Salt." Knife says, before bleeding out, respawning and snatching the leg from Trilby. "Don't do that, ok?" He says, bonking him on the head before comparing it to his current prothstetic.

 

[Saltarius]

"Because the subtle irony of this trickster shit making me depressed cuts deeper than any sword."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Hey, I made that leg. And Knife gave it back, so that makes it mine, probably." I yell, rubbing my head.

 

[Saltarius]

I begin idly carving a stake by the corner.

"Trilby. Read up to the RW. You know what I mean. I'm not sure how to recover from the trauma."

 

[Knife-28]

"Eh whatever, it's to small anyway." Knife says, throwing the leg back. "Good craftmanship though, I'll give you that."

 

[Paddy the Second]

My tulpa is a blinding mass of clashing colours and deafening noise. "I guess dream forms don't handle this well."

 

[Saltarius]

"Sigma, is a fear of weddings rational?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

"If you've ever gone within five miles of a ASOIAF book, then yes."

 

[Saltarius]

I point to the braille copy of A Storm of Swords next to me.

 

[Sigma Castell]

A single tear tracks down my cheek.
"Salt why you do this. That scar had barely healed."
I set fire to a nearby Wedding and sit down to cry.

 

[Saltarius]

"I didn't...Robb, he...and then the Freys...Anyways I need you to do some...evaluating on something I picked up."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"..sniff..-sob-...what is it? -sob-"
I behead the groom as he runs past, trailing fire form his head.