Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[RaNDM G]

The native is distressed. He has spent all of a single week raising the credits for a single scoop of ice cream, and he has been looking forward for the sweet release of an orgasmic sugar rush for quite some time. Your strange jawbreakers do look tantalizingly sweet however, and he decides it may be a fair trade. 

He attempts to bite the strange shiny rock. It cracks his teeth, causing him intense pain. You attempt to hand back the ice cream in exchange for your rupees, but he does not want someone else's used goods. He swats the cone out of your hand.

The bouncer's intelligence is insulted. Of course a security enforcer would know the art of exchange. He works at a freaking bar for crying out loud!

It seems you are making plenty of new friends today. What will you do?

 

[RaNDM G]

The man does not want your bag of shiny tasteless jawbreakers. He pelts you with them.

The bouncer chases you as run away.

 

[RaNDM G]

There are a variety of activities you may partake in. What will you do?

 

[RaNDM G]

You win.

Now what?

 

[RaNDM G]

The Mall is still closed for repairs. It's likely the man in charge of running the place won't be back for some ti- OH SHIT THERE'S THAT GUY AGAIN!

 

[Knife-28]

Me and Efink walk past, and almost similtainusly say, "Eric? What the hell are you doing?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

I hear someone singing in the distance. Probably a native. I have better things to do anyway. I appear behind Salt, as if I just popped out of thin air. For some reason, I have three lines going from the top left of my face, to the bottom right. I've got a bag of faces which I've carved off now dead civilians, enemy gangs, and recently buried corpses. I stare at Saltarius.
"Well Salt. Looks like we've both snapped. Only question is, who deserves the mad hatters hat? I'm pretty bored anyway. Goodnight." I pull out Raven and release one of my swords in my left wrist. I stare him down until he makes his move, which I can already guess.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I stroll up to Salt and Zombie, puffing on a joint and singing along to my ipod. I take out one earphone. "'Sup guys? Nice face bag Zomb'"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Thanks..." I continue to stare down Salt. "So, is this going to be a 3X Showdown combo? Maybe we could get two more involved, and make it very rare, and extremely dangerous."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Wait showdown? Remember what happened last time?" A jaguar cry echoes through Gashog.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Why of course. But we were in the mall, and tripping out. This time, we're in a city, and completely sober of any drugs."

 

[Paddy the Second]

I look down at what's in my mouth. A needle falls out of my trouser leg.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Well...You're not. But you shouldn't hallucinate, or at least, I don't think you will."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Well everything's turned into an anime anyway." I look at Zombie. "So sugoi."

 

[Knife-28]

Eric continues to sing, and me and Efink shrug and walk on...right towards where the self-christened 'Midnight Crew' have gathered.
Efink swears and the assembled members of the 'crew' turn to face us. The air between the two groups is thick enough to cut through (Which at this point, seems more and more likely) and, if this were to be immortalised in a more symbolic manner, then no doubt the two groups silhouetted white against two independent coloured backgrounds, possibly cut down the center in a zigzag shaped line.
Where was I?
Oh, right.
The hands of all present parties stray to their owners weapons.
"So, a 5X Showdown Combo eh, haven't had one of these in a while." Efink whispers.
"A what?" I whisper back.
"Don't you read Homestuck?"
"I read a bit..."
Efink mutters something under his breath, and eyes off our opponents.

 

[MinimanZombie]

This starts playing in the back ground. [Because, why wouldn't it? When else will I use it?]
The tension begins to rise. Who will be the victor of the this highly devastating showdown? The slashes on my face become more visible somehow. The corners of my lips curl upwards, forming the faintest hint of a smile. I stare at the center of the circle we've all formed.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I drop my joint to the floor and rub it out with my boot. I draw both my swords and activate their additional modifications, I then turn on my gauntlets. The jaguar cry sounds closer now.

 

[Knife-28]

With a clear, sharp sound, me and Efink both draw out weapons of choice, duel tantos. I hold mine as one would usually hold a bladed weapon, though Efink hold both of his blades in a reverse grip, facing outwards.
"A mall fighter, a madman, a junkie, a face stealer and a traveller all walk into a space station..." Efink says, before leaping into battle. In sharp contrast to my somewhat clumsy, inexperianced fighting style, Efink's blades seem almost a blur as he moves with well practiced precison as he attacks Miniman, leaving me to deal with Paddy as Salt hangs back for the moment.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I throw Pimpbastard at Knife, leaping after it with Peake held in both hands.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I start placing bets with myself on who I think will win.
Currently, my money is on Knife and Efink.