Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[ShindoL Shill]

I fall on my face when the gravity flips, then walk over to Knife.
"What the shitting dickfucks is going on?"

 

[Knife-28]

"Pressed button, flipped gravity ect, ect."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Why?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

The skeleton brigade arrives at Paddy's bloody and broken body.
"Well shit, Tox beat us too it."
One of the skeletons kick him.
"He's gonna need a while to heal I guess-"
The screen freezes. It flickers a bit. That means it's time for...

[HEADING=3]THE SUPER HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL HIATUS![/HEADING]

 

[Captain Anon]

"I'm doing good so far managed to avoid hurting myself when you flipped the switch" I replied

 

[Knife-28]

"Why not?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Wow, and I thought this was surreal before."

"Buddy, you don't even know the half of it. You going to buy something or what?"

"Why not?"

"Good man, good man."

The man opens the glass case in front of him, revealing a myriad of weapons, technology, and ancient magics used in the oft forgotten past. Surely, this man must be some kind of legendary hero. To have acquired this vast arsenal must have taken years, decades, centuries of toiling against some ill-boding and eldritch horror.

"I bought it from some guy passing through. Said he needed money to take over the universe. Or some shit."

 

[Knife-28]

My eyes widen and my jaw drops several centimeters. If this was a Japanese anime my eyes would be sparkling in awe.
[sub]"Holy shit."[/sub]

 

[Saltarius]

"So, that was pretty surprising when Walt pulled the gun on Obama, huh?" I say, peeking over Knife's shoulder.

 

[RaNDM G]

"I have that gun. It's right here."

I take out the gun Walt pulled on Obama in the season finale.

"I have a special deal on that. Three hundred dollars and I'll pack it with the gun Lee Harvey Oswald used to shoot JFK."

 

[Knife-28]

"..."

I take out my wallet and throw a handful of hundred dollar notes at RaN. "Shut up, take money, ect."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Uh... Friend, we don't take that denomination in this shop."

 

[Knife-28]

"Oh, ok." I say, "What do I pay you in then?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"YOUR MORTAL SOULS."

 

[Knife-28]

"..."

"What's the exchange rate between those and Australian Dollars?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"About three-fifty."

 

[Knife-28]

"Right can I convert that here then or???"

 

[RaNDM G]

"We'll take care of it."

 

[Knife-28]

"Well, right then." I say, throwing a few more hundreds on top of the few on the counter. "Make it so."

 

[RaNDM G]

The shop-keep takes the stack in his hand, checking the weight of it, and lets sparks fly from his fingers. The hundred dollar notes burn away, relinquishing the fragmented souls of Ms. Melba and Sir Monash in a billow of gray and green smoke. The shop-keep gathers the smoke in separate jars, and seals them beneath his desk.

"Right then. There you are."

The shop-keep hands you a contract.