Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Clade-170]

face palms, "right..."

 

[Knife-28]

I walk through the door, a party hat haphazardly placed on my head and a my overcoat covered in confette. "Sho, what I missh?" I ask, blowing my party horn.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I break all of Salt's limbs.
"Okay, I'm gonna go read a big ass book."
I go back to my workshop to read up on stealing souls.

 

[Knife-28]

"Making porn?"

"Yea I'm not drunk enough to find thish funny yet." I say, before turning on my heel, crashing into one of the studio lights which falls and crushes Salt, picking myself up and staggering out the door.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I finish training my dragons, and feed them all piece of meat.
"Eh, the course could be better. Good job fellas."
I deposit them back into my inventory, and head back to the group.
"So, are we done yet?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

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"Zombie, you're the one that ruined the course when you burned it down." I remind him, glancing up from my book.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Yeah, well why was the dragon course flammable? I was just trying to make sure it was okay."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Ask Salt and Paddy. They built it."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Hey guys you realise my tulpas could be doing porn of all the fetishes at once right?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

I look up from where I am engaging in graphic sex with several tree-men.
"But thats totally boring yo"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I go back to reading the book.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"...I'd rather you didn't."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Yeah, but it was pure luck that I found and raised these dragons. I mean, I guess I could breed two of them...Eh, I'm gonna need some more incentives."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I scratch my chin, before realizing that I can't due to the multiple masks.
"How about...you get me some hot chocolate, and I'll let you have one of my dragons."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

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Soul-Stealing: Level 1!
Reading Massive Books: Level 5!

I shut my book, and small stars begin spraying out of my head.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I climb out of my pile of stars and begin making Zombie some hot chocolate.
Or, because I have a terrible habit of not properly labeling the shit in my lab, quite possibly a nice mug of nitroglycerin.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Hey Tril don't worry, Tox has gone to get me one. Then again, I'll have two hot chocolates. So continue!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I hand Zombie the mug of hot possibly-chocolate.
"Drink up."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I drink the potentially fake hot chocolate.
"Yum. I think."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Zombie is forced to endure the horrific pain of low-quality hot chocolate.
"Great! You didn't die!"