Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[ShindoL Shill]

"Salt, I'm armed. With a leg." I warn. "So, don't-"
I stop talking when I hear Nega Sig's presumably Scottish, definitely bad, accent.
"What's with the accent?"

 

[Nega Sigma Castell]

[b/][color={FF0000}]"Ay for sure, 'tis the accent of my forefathers, young laddie"[/color][/b]

 

[Knife-28]

"Gee, smooth Salt." Knife says, before bleeding out, respawning and snatching the leg from Trilby. "Don't do that, ok?" He says, bonking him on the head before comparing it to his current prothstetic.

 

[Saltarius]

"Because the subtle irony of this trickster shit making me depressed cuts deeper than any sword."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Hey, I made that leg. And Knife gave it back, so that makes it mine, probably." I yell, rubbing my head.

 

[Saltarius]

I begin idly carving a stake by the corner.

"Trilby. Read up to the RW. You know what I mean. I'm not sure how to recover from the trauma."

 

[Knife-28]

"Eh whatever, it's to small anyway." Knife says, throwing the leg back. "Good craftmanship though, I'll give you that."

 

[Paddy the Second]

My tulpa is a blinding mass of clashing colours and deafening noise. "I guess dream forms don't handle this well."

 

[Saltarius]

"Sigma, is a fear of weddings rational?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

"If you've ever gone within five miles of a ASOIAF book, then yes."

 

[Saltarius]

I point to the braille copy of A Storm of Swords next to me.

 

[Sigma Castell]

A single tear tracks down my cheek.
"Salt why you do this. That scar had barely healed."
I set fire to a nearby Wedding and sit down to cry.

 

[Saltarius]

"I didn't...Robb, he...and then the Freys...Anyways I need you to do some...evaluating on something I picked up."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"..sniff..-sob-...what is it? -sob-"
I behead the groom as he runs past, trailing fire form his head.

 

[Saltarius]

"Given a certain holiday coming up I sort of decided to...acquire a card for somebody. I just need you for quality assurance. The guy who sold it to me said it'd work fine."

I hand Sigma the card.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I take the card and look at it.
"-sniff- Ummm don't you think she might be a bit weirded out by the Stalker thing?"
NSC slaps me.
I stab NSC in the face.

 

[Saltarius]

"...W-Wait, what the fuck does that card actually say?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

I make myself an Angel Wing and Children smoothie.
"Uuuh it says 'Stalker is such a strong word.' Then inside it says 'I prefer Valentine.'"

 

[Saltarius]

"Well, scrap that idea. Scrap the notion altogether, I'll just read more of this depressing novel instead."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Nah don't give up hope. Write one in braille."