Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[MinimanZombie]

"Yeah, but there are a ton of deaf or blind musicians. Like...Ray Charles! Or you could learn drums or something. We could form the Mall Band! Man that would be cool."

 

[Saltarius]

"I wanna play the harp. Illusion of refinery."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Nah."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"This is gonna be the best band ever. Well, probably not but..."

 

[Saltarius]

"The harp is an illustrious and wonderful instrument! And yes Paddy, I may be blind, but I can tell when you do."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Yeah, but imagine, me with a keytar, you with a harp, and everyone else with miscellaneous instruments...Dunno how it would sound."

 

[Saltarius]

"Anyways, let's not put the cart before the horse and get out of here already."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I have no idea what is happening I just want to finish my quest."

 

[Captain Anon]

i grab a comflable chair and have a nap

 

[Saltarius]

"Fine. Paddy, I promise if you get us back to the Mall quickly, I'll fuck you sometime in the (far) future."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I set Woon's chair on fire.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I don;t even know where we are. Actually. Let's see if this works. Grab onto my ample bosom. Or should I hold yours?"

 

[Saltarius]

I sigh loudly and shut my eyes tight.

"...Mine."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Sweet." My tulpa gently places his hands on Salt's breasts, which slip straight through Salt's torso. The tulpa stands up and tries again, dematerialising with Salt and reappearing back in the mall. "Being a thoughtform has its advantages."

 

[Saltarius]

"I'm going to go take a cold shower. For about two hours."

I run off.

 

[Captain Anon]

i pick up another chair and beat Trilby to death

 

[Paddy the Second]

Sigh.

 

[Saltarius]

"Oh Christ that was frightening." I say, finally dry and stepping back out into the Mall.

"I'd say."

"...Shit."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I fall out of the floor next to Salt and land on the roof.
"Sup."

 

[Saltarius]

"This...person is what's 'sup'."

The figure steps out, surgical stitching all over his mismatched body.

"Alister, for those asking."