Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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I hear someone singing in the distance. Probably a native. I have better things to do anyway. I appear behind Salt, as if I just popped out of thin air. For some reason, I have three lines going from the top left of my face, to the bottom right. I've got a bag of faces which I've carved off now dead civilians, enemy gangs, and recently buried corpses. I stare at Saltarius.
"Well Salt. Looks like we've both snapped. Only question is, who deserves the mad hatters hat? I'm pretty bored anyway. Goodnight." I pull out Raven and release one of my swords in my left wrist. I stare him down until he makes his move, which I can already guess.
"Well Salt. Looks like we've both snapped. Only question is, who deserves the mad hatters hat? I'm pretty bored anyway. Goodnight." I pull out Raven and release one of my swords in my left wrist. I stare him down until he makes his move, which I can already guess.
I stroll up to Salt and Zombie, puffing on a joint and singing along to my ipod. I take out one earphone. "'Sup guys? Nice face bag Zomb'"
"Thanks..." I continue to stare down Salt. "So, is this going to be a 3X Showdown combo? Maybe we could get two more involved, and make it very rare, and extremely dangerous."
"Why of course. But we were in the mall, and tripping out. This time, we're in a city, and completely sober of any drugs."
Eric continues to sing, and me and Efink shrug and walk on...right towards where the self-christened 'Midnight Crew' have gathered.
Efink swears and the assembled members of the 'crew' turn to face us. The air between the two groups is thick enough to cut through (Which at this point, seems more and more likely) and, if this were to be immortalised in a more symbolic manner, then no doubt the two groups silhouetted white against two independent coloured backgrounds, possibly cut down the center in a zigzag shaped line.
Where was I?
Oh, right.
The hands of all present parties stray to their owners weapons.
"So, a 5X Showdown Combo eh, haven't had one of these in a while." Efink whispers.
"A what?" I whisper back.
"Don't you read Homestuck?"
"I read a bit..."
Efink mutters something under his breath, and eyes off our opponents.
Efink swears and the assembled members of the 'crew' turn to face us. The air between the two groups is thick enough to cut through (Which at this point, seems more and more likely) and, if this were to be immortalised in a more symbolic manner, then no doubt the two groups silhouetted white against two independent coloured backgrounds, possibly cut down the center in a zigzag shaped line.
Where was I?
Oh, right.
The hands of all present parties stray to their owners weapons.
"So, a 5X Showdown Combo eh, haven't had one of these in a while." Efink whispers.
"A what?" I whisper back.
"Don't you read Homestuck?"
"I read a bit..."
Efink mutters something under his breath, and eyes off our opponents.
This starts playing in the back ground. [Because, why wouldn't it? When else will I use it?]
The tension begins to rise. Who will be the victor of the this highly devastating showdown? The slashes on my face become more visible somehow. The corners of my lips curl upwards, forming the faintest hint of a smile. I stare at the center of the circle we've all formed.
The tension begins to rise. Who will be the victor of the this highly devastating showdown? The slashes on my face become more visible somehow. The corners of my lips curl upwards, forming the faintest hint of a smile. I stare at the center of the circle we've all formed.
I drop my joint to the floor and rub it out with my boot. I draw both my swords and activate their additional modifications, I then turn on my gauntlets. The jaguar cry sounds closer now.
With a clear, sharp sound, me and Efink both draw out weapons of choice, duel tantos. I hold mine as one would usually hold a bladed weapon, though Efink hold both of his blades in a reverse grip, facing outwards.
"A mall fighter, a madman, a junkie, a face stealer and a traveller all walk into a space station..." Efink says, before leaping into battle. In sharp contrast to my somewhat clumsy, inexperianced fighting style, Efink's blades seem almost a blur as he moves with well practiced precison as he attacks Miniman, leaving me to deal with Paddy as Salt hangs back for the moment.
"A mall fighter, a madman, a junkie, a face stealer and a traveller all walk into a space station..." Efink says, before leaping into battle. In sharp contrast to my somewhat clumsy, inexperianced fighting style, Efink's blades seem almost a blur as he moves with well practiced precison as he attacks Miniman, leaving me to deal with Paddy as Salt hangs back for the moment.
I start placing bets with myself on who I think will win.
Currently, my money is on Knife and Efink.
Currently, my money is on Knife and Efink.
I dodge the attack, and return with a swipe from Raven, and as I attack, I stab at Efink's leg with my left sword. "So, why'd you refer to me twice in that joke?" I say as a slightly crazy smile spreads across my face.
I grab Pimpbastard's hilt in my left hand and knock Knife's block aside with it, the flames burning his hands. I slash at his chest with Peake.