Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Oh...that might've been me."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Gee. You think?"

 

[Wackymon]

Diane sighes, and puts it away.
She looks at Knife, "Spent three million years traveling the multiverse. You don't travel without knowing how to kill."

 

[Knife-28]

"But you, you...stabbed Salt......in the head....with a knife!"
"Wait, did you say three million years?!" Knife says to Diane.

 

[Wackymon]

Diane shrugged, "In the words of Big Mac, 'eeeeeeyup.'"
I miss him... I miss everyone... don't think about it, pinkie! Stay happy!

 

[RaNDM G]

Xot leaves the security room. He catches up at around three million years.

"Meh. Time is relative anyway. So what's going on? Why aren't we killing each other?"

"We called a truce, Tox."

"Well look who's being reasonable for once. What for?"

She hands Xot the bloodstained letter.

"Uh... What am I supposed to be reading?"

"You're getting a new pilot, dunkass."

"Ah, so that's why we're heading to Imir."

 

[Saltarius]

"So, who the hell is our new pilot? Better not be you, Sister. And again ask, anyone know anything about something called Orion?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Do I look like I know how to fly a ship? I do, but that's beside the point."

"Sorry Salt. I have no idea what you're talking about."

 

[Saltarius]

?Pretty convinient when death dreams mean fuck all, with that, I am off. ELORSHRIT, RIDE!?

And with that I ride off into the distance. If the Mall could have sunsets, there'd be one now.

(Night, mofos.)

 

[Knife-28]

"You know what, I need a drink." I say, before walking though a door that only I can see, and walking back through a moment late. "Ok, now, where were we?"

 

[Wackymon]

Diane shrugged, "Talking bout me being three million years old."

 

[Knife-28]

"Right, right. So, how the FUCK can you be three million years old?!" I yell.

 

[RaNDM G]

 

[Wackymon]

Diane sighed, "Its a long story. Imagination aprenticed me to my Lawful Nuteral counterpart, forcing me to leave my home universe. Outside your home universe, travelers don't age much, usually taking a million years to age one year."
She yawns.

[OoC: I'm going to bed. Night.]

 

[MinimanZombie]

I wake up from another one of my naps on the sofa. Xot has left the room, and the door has left too. "Fuck." I go over to the console and look over the monitors. There seems to be a ceasefire. "Fine. Whatever. This is stupid." I say as I sit down on the chair.
[OOC: Don't have much time.]

 

[RaNDM G]

Sam G walks in the room.

"What's going on now?"

 

[Knife-28]

"You know Sam I really, truely have no idea what so ever." I say.

 

[RaNDM G]

"That seems to be the recurring theme."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"This.
Is.
Fucking.
Insane.
Someone explain what the fuck is happening before I set Italian Spiderman loose on you all."

 

[Saltarius]

"We had a ceasefire with Sister, and we're apparently getting a new pilot. And the planet we're going to is named Imir or something."