Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Clubs, how nice of you to join us. As for you, you little shit, ever heard the tale of Icarus? Kid with wax wings who flew to close to the sun. He fell to his death when they melted. Now, imagine you and your associates as Icarus, your attacks as your wings, and the Crew as the sun. The more attacks you inflict, the more pissed we get. And you don't want to see us pissed. Capiche? So if you just wanna run back to your compadres and tell them Spades sent ya. Now get outta my sight you little shit."

As Rebas runs off, I slip a spade card into his back pocket with a GPS locator on it.

"And now, my friends, we wait."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I make blend some nearby peaches and make delicious smoothies.

 

[Saltarius]

Slick: Spontaneously burst into song w/ other members of MC.


"Right. Smoothies then."

 

[Sigma Castell]

I put on a fedora.
"I have so much ammo right now It's not even funny"

 

[Saltarius]

"So, what I'm saying basically, is, what if we like, reach God Tier once we're in Homestuck? Think it'd carry over into the Mall?"

I slam back another of Sig's smoothies before secretly opening my flask full of Redpop Faygo. I pour a small amount in and then close it and slip it back in my pocket.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds like fun"
A bar randomly appears infront of me. I start washing glasses.

 

[Paddy the Second]

I light up another joint. "Well I'm Sylph of Space."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"How do ya know?" I ask Paddy.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I snap my fingers at paddy
"Hey, no smoking here. go to the smoking area"
I point to a small cardboard box.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I want that robe."

 

[Saltarius]

"Well according to my handy dandy notebook of information that is only relevant at least twenty forum pages later, I am...Heir of Salt. The fuck does that even mean?"

I walk over to the box and sit next to it.

"So, what're ya in for, Dirk's brother Seamus?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

"He's in for third-degree arson and theft of a shopping manuscript"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I thought this was a bar?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Gee, must've inflicted some first degree burns eh? Yeah, Seamus has been in the slammer most his life since about 8. Dirk's always tried to make him clean up his act but he always just cages up."

While no one is looking, I scribble out the 'Salt' and put in 'Doom'. Yeah, that's about right.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"I guess means you use salt to protect yourself from harm." I say. "You could possible interpret that as you being impervious to bad luck..."
I look over his shoulder.
"That's... better."

 

[Sigma Castell]

"You'd be correct Paddy. This is the Third Mall Bar, owned by me, Sig. I run a side business re-habilitating criminals"

 

[Saltarius]

I quickly put the notebook behind my back.

"WHAT, ME, RIG MY GOD TIER. NO, NOPE THAT'S CRAZY. NOT ME, NUH UH."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"So, you're still the Heir of Salt?" I ask, smirking.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Wow. So what are we doing?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Discussing God Tiers." I say. "We could... sell drugs to these people." I indicate the patrons.