Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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"How about this?"
Xot flicks a switch on his desk. Salt falls through a trapdoor and is incinerated in a furnace. He respawns without his armor.
"You can ask five questions. If I can answer them, I will, but we have more important things to do than screw around."
Xot looks down at his watch. The fighters will arrive at their destination in less than a week, but time spent in the Mall is precious. They're gonna have to pick up the pace if they're going to meet the deadline.
"Well?"
Xot flicks a switch on his desk. Salt falls through a trapdoor and is incinerated in a furnace. He respawns without his armor.
"You can ask five questions. If I can answer them, I will, but we have more important things to do than screw around."
Xot looks down at his watch. The fighters will arrive at their destination in less than a week, but time spent in the Mall is precious. They're gonna have to pick up the pace if they're going to meet the deadline.
"Well?"
"How about, who do you work for?" I ask calmly. I usually re-spawn with my stuff but I don't want to test it again.
"Oh hey Knife. Well Xot's finally decided to grace us with his presence. Do you have a question for him?"
"Bad luck mostly. We had a big lot of potential guardians. They picked you at random."Saltarius said:
"... Next question."MinimanZombie said:
"Six months... I'm a little surprised you asked that. That number always keeps coming up."Paddy the Second said:
Trapdoor. Incinerated. Respawn in an ice cream parlor.Saltarius said:
"Two more questions."
"Bullshit. We saw graves dating back to 1459! Down in the sub basements. Anyway, here is a question. What are your plans for us? This question doesn't count if you don't answer." I say as I lean against a pillar.
"I'll give you two for this one. First, this Mall transcends space and time. Everything here is archived based on the guardians' memories. It keeps changing as each guardian's mental state changes... Those are you guys by the way."MinimanZombie said:
"Second, we're about five light-years away from Messier 16. There's a fuel depot there in the Imir system. Not that this thing needs refueling, but we're picking up someone there. After that, we fly to Anhur in the Amun system. I don't know what we're going to do when we get there. My job is to stay here and keep the Mall running."
"In about a week."Paddy the Second said:
"Five light years? That's a long fucking time. Surely we'll be dead before... How fast are we moving, or are we even aging? We still have so many questions!" I say, getting slightly agitated.
"Well then Mr Cryptic, I'm off to go craft a suit half as badass as my old one was. Have fun with your guardians bullshit."
I do just that, finally coming to the critical moment of attaching my trusty revolver, until I realize finally that it's been out of ammo for a day.
"Anyone know a good place to get some thermite charges?"
I do just that, finally coming to the critical moment of attaching my trusty revolver, until I realize finally that it's been out of ammo for a day.
"Anyone know a good place to get some thermite charges?"
"No idea. Maybe you can make some." I decide to get a dark brown trench coat, and wear it on top of my suit. I then put on a fedora of a matching colour. I then coat most of my weapons in a new layer of poison, including the bullets for my two built in 357s. However, I don't coat RR, for fear it may ruin it somehow.
"I will infinitely regret saying this but...we have to trust Xot."
I currently say fark it with the charges and settle for ordinary revolver rounds that I manage to craft with pure, unadulterated skill.
I spend the rest of my time gazing longingly into the comics shop, waiting for the day that will never come.
Batman #10.
I currently say fark it with the charges and settle for ordinary revolver rounds that I manage to craft with pure, unadulterated skill.
I spend the rest of my time gazing longingly into the comics shop, waiting for the day that will never come.
Batman #10.