Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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I blink as new information pushes its way to the front of my brain.
"I know how to make an Absinthe Manhattan."
"I know how to make an Absinthe Manhattan."
"Scrubs... I think I remember her, but in the same way that I remember things about Salt's quest. Which is to say, probably due to Seer bullshit or something. As for maintenance tunnels and a market, that was when you ended up in New Moscow earlier this year. The Seamstress Guild came after that."
I think for a few seconds.
"Maybe the file is more recent than we think, it's just some of the memories are corrupted. And maybe the rest of the ship, that we keep forgetting about, is fine."
I think for a few seconds.
"Maybe the file is more recent than we think, it's just some of the memories are corrupted. And maybe the rest of the ship, that we keep forgetting about, is fine."
"Well if any of the files are corrupted it doesn't bode well for the rest of them, retrospective corruption you know? Maybe we should clear up this file."
"Yeah. It said file 3 wasn't corrupted, but it the memories from file 2 were lost... Anyway, you go see if the kitchen is on fire and get Sigma some dry clothes and alcohol, I'll head down to the Matrix and check out the files."
A batch of tulpas fans out through the mall and quickly return, they dump the clothes on Sigma's head before setting up a table and chairs with various bottles and foodstuffs.
Somewhere far away, there is a whirr of something that sounds like a kitchen appliance. I hold out a bright green cocktail to Paddy.
"Here you go."
In the corner of my eye, I see the bright red of my combat bionic tooltip.
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"Here you go."
In the corner of my eye, I see the bright red of my combat bionic tooltip.
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[color={FF0000}/]//:FUSION DRIVE AT 78% CAPACITY
//:WEAPONS CAPABILITY AT 80%
//:{Energy SCOOP}/ACTIVE
//:RUNNING PRE-COMBAT DIAGNOSTIC
//:ACCESSING REALITY-BREACH JUMP DRIVE[/color]
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[i/]You've been gone for a very long time, Sigma. But I suppose, no time like the present. [/i]"So Sigma, you'll almost certainly encounter something that wants to kill you horribly very soon. So let's test out your combat skills. Try and kill me."
The lift slowly begins its descent, and I have a thought. I press the intercom button, and my voice comes out across the Mall.
"Hey, Paddy. If Sigma's save was made post-Mall, he'd have all his weapons and blenders and shit. So, have him check to see what he's got."
"Hey, Paddy. If Sigma's save was made post-Mall, he'd have all his weapons and blenders and shit. So, have him check to see what he's got."
I lean in behind Sigma.
[small]"You know, Paddy has repeatedly had intercourse with your mother AND father. Then he laughs behind your back about it. You gonna take that gyp?"[/small] I whisper in his ear.
[small]"You know, Paddy has repeatedly had intercourse with your mother AND father. Then he laughs behind your back about it. You gonna take that gyp?"[/small] I whisper in his ear.
"But if I kill you, you'll die."
I rummage through my pockets and waistcoat, finding nothing.
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I place a packet of tic-tacs and a half-drunk orange smoothie on the table.
I rummage through my pockets and waistcoat, finding nothing.
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[color={FF0000}/]//:FUSION DRIVE AT 100% CAPACITY
//:COMBAT SYSTEMS ONLINE
//:TARGETING RELAY ACTIVE
//:Mission Paramaters://{Secoundary Priority}//:Detected
//:Initiating Tactical Overlay[/color]I place a packet of tic-tacs and a half-drunk orange smoothie on the table.
"Ok then. That bottle there. Break it on the table and cut my throat. I promise I won't die."
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Combat mode/minimal function activated
/Target priority detected
/Combat diagnostic complete
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/Arming{shock_pulse}
/Arming{Maser/:Narrow_spread}
/Arming{Microwarhead_missiles}
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/Fire
/Fire
/FireA pulse of neon blue arcs out from my body, sending crackling bolts of electricity across the floor and snapping the table into two flaming pieces. Half a second later, a red beam flashes out from my wrist, flickering across the room, stitching smoking holes across the floor. There is a hiss, and several small missiles are launched from my shoulder, trailing tiny contrails as they explode across the far wall. I turn, and run.
"FUCKING KNEW IT!"
I chase after Sigma and phone Trilby on my headset.
"Dude! I was right! He is like the terminator! But mixed with Iron man."
I tackle Sigma.
I chase after Sigma and phone Trilby on my headset.
"Dude! I was right! He is like the terminator! But mixed with Iron man."
I tackle Sigma.