Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

I ignore Zombie, shrug him off, and continue.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Salt, stop fucking insisting on doing this by yourself! We usually get stuff done when we actually work together. Usually."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I slowly sink through clipping errors.
"Now wait just a diddley-darn minute"

 

[Saltarius]

"I'm not doing it alone shithead! I have Diamond and Kasey at my back!"

 

[MinimanZombie]

"You're gonna put a little girl and your sort of girlfriend at risk, instead of the people who you are trying to reject from your life? Plus it looks like you're running off without them anyway!"

 

[Saltarius]

"For the love of god, shut the fuck up. You don't actually care. You just want to stick your big fucking nose where it doesn't belong again."

I head off again onto the trail.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"And you just want to get involved in some families business, and come off as a hero. Say, I remember when you wanted to be the leader of a gang and fuck over a ton of people...Oh what was your name again?"

 

[Saltarius]

"I REMEMBER WHEN YOU HAD A FUCKING BAG OF FACES THAT YOU CARRIED AROUND AND YOU WANTED TO NUKE EARTH! THAT'S THE CROW CALLING THE RAVEN BLACK IF I EVER HEARD IT!"

I shoot Zombie with my crossbow and continue.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I respawn in front of Salt and push him back.
"Yes, but I can tell that there's something fucking wrong in my head right now. You're just running from your problems, trying to look good in front of your cool new friends."

 

[Knife-28]

I walk over to the group, having dug myself out of the pile of creepy dolls, and see tiny boats sailing around in black sludge, the Mecha-Dragon, now with a large hole going through it, crawling away with it's front legs, and Sigma clipping into the ground. "Huh, you know how to make an entrance don't you." I say to Sigma as I grab his arm and attempt to pull him out of the ground.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"That he does." I say, continuing my attempt of fiery genocide upon the proud race of tiny Greeks.

 

[Paddy the Second]

My tulpa punches himself in the face.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I flail my arms into Salts face.
"Wouldn't want to annoy your cool new friends, would I?"
I then walk back to the group.
"Nice ship."

 

[Saltarius]

"You can't phase me when I consider the fact that A. The aforementioned bag of faces, and B. The fact you've done nothing to help yourself. Now kindly fuck off."

I continue.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I throw yet another rock at Salts head.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU MORONS QUIT BEIN' ASSHOLES TO EACH OTHER!"

 

[Captain Anon]

a lightning bolt strikes the ground near the others and I somehow appear on the very spot "sup"

 

[Saltarius]

"How far can one old fuckhead go in that short a period?"

 

[RaNDM G]

The forceps pinch the living dragon by the neck, removing it from the core. It snaps awake, biting and flailing at whatever it can reach to break free. It torches the metal pincers with its breath, turning it into molten liquid. They quickly withdraw into the light.

The dragon hauls itself onto the nearest floor, slinking away into the sub-basements to heal.

A massive blade shoots down from above, nicking Tox in the leg.

[HEADING=1]ROUND 1! FIGHT![/HEADING]​

Scalpel: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

[color]Tox:[/color] III---------------------------

RaN: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

 

[RaNDM G]

You scratch the blade's surface. DAMAGE: -1

The scalpel swipes the ground, carving toward Tox's ankle. I drag him away by the collar of his shirt.

"Here."

I hand him a can of TOX-BRAND TOXIC 7-UP.


Scalpel: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-

[color]Tox:[/color] IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

RaN: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII