"Salt, I think we're slowly fixing everything. First time was a clusterfuck. We ended up in chaos. But we knew what was going to happen, so we prevented it. Then we found something else out, which we have to prevent. Possibly the Negas' attack."
Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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I wake and check my datapad.
"Uh..she's currently at the opening of the Megido Centre for Advanced Robotics and Life-engineering. It's also your anniversary, apparently. Gideon is at his playgroup."
I fall asleep again, and begin to snore softly.
"Uh..she's currently at the opening of the Megido Centre for Advanced Robotics and Life-engineering. It's also your anniversary, apparently. Gideon is at his playgroup."
I fall asleep again, and begin to snore softly.
I start noting all the variables of each universe.
"You're seeing it too, right? I'm not seeing it wrong, am I?"
"Yeah. Salt... I think we have to kill Aradia."
"You're seeing it too, right? I'm not seeing it wrong, am I?"
"Yeah. Salt... I think we have to kill Aradia."
I suddenly find myself sitting in an office, sitting in a comfy (and very expensive looking) leather chair. It's not just the chair that's expensive, infact, nearly eerything in the room is, from the paintings on the walls to the gold trimmed pens sitting on the (very expensive) desk infront of me. Spinning in my chair, I see that the entire wall behind me is made of one unbroken pane of glass, offering a majestic view of the city. As I stand and study the room in more detail, I spot a plaque sitting on my desk, bearing the works;
K
Head of Special Operations
M.I.A
I sit back down, and beguin to search though the computer sitting on my desk for, well, anything really. The currently open document is a report on the ongoing inestigation into the dissappearence of Aradia Megido, and I decide to skim though it for anything interesting.Head of Special Operations
M.I.A
Code:
The file is pretty light. There are only a couple documents inside, both of which are blank aside from description of the subject. No crime scene. No evidence. No witnesses. Nothing that can point you in any direction.
You've been looking into this case for months. For the first time in a long time, you are stumped.
[color=lightblue]"We don't know anything other than what's been in the headlines. No one knows what's happened to her. It's all just speculation."
"The public has been in grief. I don't think that's going to change anytime soon."[/color]
You hear a long pause on the other end. You know this isn't going to be good.
[color=lightblue]"The police are... They want to call off the search. It's just been too much."[/color]
I find the police station and walk to the front desk. "Hey, uh, ow my head. Can I see Knife please? Tell him it's Paddy."
I awake in a very expensive looking bed, in a very expensive looking room. A gold life size statue of me, the walls are covered in photographs, posters, and news articles. I open the drawers of a desk in the room, and find a revolver, a strange robotic ball, about the size of a tennis ball, and in one of the drawers, is a glass jar, containing a hand...wait wh-OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ARM!? I pull back my sleeve to reveal a robotic arm. My claw swords are still on both of my arms, and Ravens Razor is on my back, hidden by a rich red bathrobe. I go through my door, to find myself in a very fancy and expensive penthouse. I sit down on a sofa, and look at my human hand. On my wrist, is a fancy watch, on my fingers are 2 fancy rings. I go back to my room, and look at one of my articles.
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[HEADING=1]UNDEAD INDUSTRIES AT AN ALL TIME HIGH[/HEADING]
The company known as Undead Industries has become the single richest company to enter the mall. Owner of the company, Zombie, seems to have made all the right choices for this company. Opening the insanely popular nightclub, The Zombification, seems to have been a good turning point for him. For more, go to page 8.
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"Sweet." I mutter to myself, as I go back through, and start making myself breakfast, with a massive grin on my face.
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[HEADING=1]UNDEAD INDUSTRIES AT AN ALL TIME HIGH[/HEADING]
The company known as Undead Industries has become the single richest company to enter the mall. Owner of the company, Zombie, seems to have made all the right choices for this company. Opening the insanely popular nightclub, The Zombification, seems to have been a good turning point for him. For more, go to page 8.
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"Sweet." I mutter to myself, as I go back through, and start making myself breakfast, with a massive grin on my face.
"What do you mean no? This is bullshit! Me and Knife go back a long way! Assholes!" I'm thrown to the pavement in front of the police station. There's a set of posters under the header "STANDING BOUNTIES" I look at them. The largest poster is in the centre, it has a huge bounty. It must be a misprint. "$$60 billion." The picture is just a sketch, and there are lots of contradictory descriptors. But I learn enough to realise it's me. "Uh oh." I signal a taxi to Undead Industries and try to set up a meeting with Zombie.
[color=008141]"Sir I Do Believe That There Is Someone By The Name Of Paddy The Second Who Wishes To Speak With You. Shall I Let Him In?"[/color]
"Yes please Kanaya. Send him up." I quickly get dressed into a t-shirt and jeans. I wait for Paddy to arrive.
"Yes please Kanaya. Send him up." I quickly get dressed into a t-shirt and jeans. I wait for Paddy to arrive.
"Zombie, good to see you, you've evidently done well for yourself. Got any coffee? I feel like I drank half the city dry. I need some help man." I lay the poster flat on the table. "Every bounty hunter in the solar system is going to be after my head."
I make the coffee, and hand it to Paddy, using my robotic arm on purpose.
"Yeah, that does seem like a problem. Also, you look different dude. Alright, look, how about I organize something with the police department or something. Find out what you did. How does that sound?"
"Yeah, that does seem like a problem. Also, you look different dude. Alright, look, how about I organize something with the police department or something. Find out what you did. How does that sound?"
"Nice arm dude. We're getting into pretty advanced universes now." I down the coffee. "And tell me about it, the variations are getting worse and worse. Thanks in advance for whatever you manage to get done." I check the poster for my previous name in this instance. "Vash the Stampede. Dramatic."
"Well, my name doesn't seem to be different, but my character is. I'm surprised that I'm essentially one of the richest men alive, and it's pretty fucking awesome. Anyway, let me phone...wait, who's in charge of the law enforcement this time around?"
"I think it's Knife. He has some position in a branch of the law anyway. Maybe something a bit more... Holy shit, get the fuck down!" A helicopter appears in the window and fills the room with machine gun bullets. "Obviously not going by ISSP bounty rules." The helicopter pulls up alongside the window and team of heavily armed men jump into the room. "Vash the Stampede. I know you're in here. I won't mind killing you but it would be easier for all of us if I didn't." I turn to Zombie and draw my revolver. "They're good."
"That was a nice window, and you did you just destroy a vase. Wait a minute, you gentlemen haven't set an appointment have you? You may want to leave." I say calmly. I pick up the phone and call Knife.