Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Hey. It's me. Again."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"We need one more touch."
I scoop some melted chocolate onto Woon's face.
"Maybe one day we will have chocolate statues of all of us. That'll be cool."

 

[Saltarius]

"Cough. Me. Salt. The guy. I'm sort of important, not to sound like a self-centered dick."

 

[Captain Anon]

"hey salt long time no see"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"On it, Zomb."
I reload my flare gun, and fire three flares; on at Zombie's feet, one at Salt's and the last one under my own feet. We all start sinking into the melted chocolate, rapidly.

 

[Saltarius]

"Thanks for the obligatory blind joke. Dick."

"And the chocolate shit, Trilby. I honestly don't care much for chocolate. Shit's filling, and honestly gross beyond a certain point."

 

[Captain Anon]

"joke? what joke?"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"And now, we wait. Also Salt, what makes-"
I stop talking as a result of the chocolate.

 

[Saltarius]

"Well, simply put, the fact that it h-blublublu-"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I drown in chocolate, then respawn and drag my corpse out of the melted sprinkles.
"This is the most horrifying thing I've ever wanted to eat..."

 

[Saltarius]

I respawn beside Trilby.

"Indeed. So, odd question but, does anyone here know anything about surgery?"

 

[Captain Anon]

"if i could just reach my lighter i could melt my way out of this and no i don't"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Salt, you know I'm good at surgery. I replaced one of your eyes with a cybernetic one. And don't bring up the whole 'it exploded in my fucking face' thing because, one; that was a mechanical issue, not a surgical one and, two; who removed the shrapnel from your brain without making you mentally disabled? Me." I say, as I pull the chocolate Salt up.
"Woon, melt your way out of what? You're not in the chocolate any more. Or, you shouldn't be..."

 

[Saltarius]

"But that's like...regular surgery."

 

[Captain Anon]

"oh nevermind then"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Ignoring the fact that you called brain surgery 'regular', what the hell kind of surgery do you want done?"

 

[Saltarius]

"It's a private matter that best be spoken in a more private area."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Okay then..."
I lead Salt into the party supplies store, and sit down.
"What do you want done?"

 

[Saltarius]

I take a nervous shift and check to make sure no one else is nearby. The purpose is defeated by my general lack of eyesight.

"S.R.S."

 

[Captain Anon]

I lit another cigar and then slowly blow the smoke out "mmm curban"