Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Anti-American Eagle]

"actually I am, and Eisenhorn is dead."
He gets up and walks back to where he killed her.
Grabs some keys from the ashes and walks towards the food court.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Great. The explosions deafened him or some shit. Yo dude, CAN YOU HEAR US?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"At least he's not a ghost now."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Yeah...dude, we're haunted as fuck here. What with Xot, Sister, there are probably a million sets of possessed armor...we need to find the Ghostbusters number."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Busting makes me feel good."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

He unlocks the control room, walks in, locks the door behind him, sits down at the station, and just watches the cameras.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I lean on Ryan's shoulders. "Whatchu doing?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"So..." I turn to the cameras.
"You just entered the fucking control room didn't you. Dude, apart from Tox, I'm the only one here who has a vague of idea of how that shit works. I recommend you leave it now." I then continue building Knife/Efink's room. I add a mini fridge containing some beer, a couple of Kukris, and other Australian items.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"I'm making sure the seal was made, this place was going to become a rift font if she kept cracking it... warp gates would have formed"

He hears zombie yell at him "I have a better clue than you."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Great. Who's next...X-wait no. She's dead. Uh...Paddy, your room is next." After I build it, I ask him,
"So, what would you like in your room? Want me to find some magic shit for you? Like, old books and tomes or scrolls...stuff like that? Drugs?" I redirect my next comment to Ryan.
"How? I'm the only fighter to ever had entered that room, and control it. Apart from Xot."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I slap the Ryanquisitor round his stupid space-nazi face.
"Goddammit what made you think wandering off and joining the inquisition was a good idea?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

before sigmas slap "Time, other malls, infinite sources of labour in the form of myself, reading a source of infinite knowledge, X's memories. Take your pick."

after sigmas slap "Knowledge, control, an imperial guard legion at my disposal, survival, political immunity. So essentially Necessity."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I got an entire planet what the fuck do I need a room for? But some books would be nice. Also my drugs are built into my suit now."

 

[Saltarius]

"That's what I wanted to talk about. Guys, the Midnight Crew is finished. I'm not doing this bullshit anymore. I'm sorry."

I pull out my spade card and tear it into two.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I thought we ditched that ages ago. I already used my card as rolling paper."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"Midnight Crew?.. nevermind"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Dude. I checked all that shit one time. None of it contained information about the Malls control room. Plus, X never went in there. So, you're bluffing." I turn to Salt.
"Awake eh? Dude, I get you're trying to get over it, but we've been disbanded for ages. Kind of." I then plop some books and scrolls and other magic shit into Paddy's room. I then make Salts room.
"So dude, want me to add some workbenches, and creations of yours?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Aw yeah!" I fly around in a circle.

 

[Saltarius]

"Goddamn it, it's symb-fuck it. I'll just come out and say it. Zombie, you have completely snapped ever since Gashog. And Paddy, you just cheer on the crazy shit guys like Zomb do, while sitting in the shadows, smoking your DMT and shit. I'll just come out with it, alright? I can't stand all this senseless murder."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Dude, what else is new? We knew the ripping was symbolic. Now how do you want your motherfucking room done? Also, if you hate the murder...then I'm probably really unhealthy influence on you." I drag a workbench into Salts room, and also drag in remnants of his older creations.