Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[MinimanZombie]

[Gamzee lies on the floor unconscious. How the fuck does that work Xot?]
I look at Gamzee, sleeping on the floor.
"So...Did anyone see anything? No?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

My dreamself enters the mall and touches down next to me. "Well shit." We both say at once. "This was unexpected." "Didn't you see me coming in? We're the same mind after all." "Good point. I was a little distracted by a small matter here though." "I saw." "So uh, what do you wanna do?" "Is there food here? Of course there's food here." Me and my dreamself walk to the food court arm in arm.

 

[Saltarius]

"Judging from recent events, I have little trust in you."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

The horde walks out of the shops again.
They simultaneously say "We are Legion... we are immune to Erasal... Surrender"
The command squad orders another assault... the horde begins to patrol the mall again.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Oh look, I miss my chance to ruin a wedding AND Gamzee's being a dickhead."
I start throwing SORDS at Gamzee.

 

[Saltarius]

"Wait. No, this is good. Paddy, we need to find your Quest Bed. If you're really a Hero of Space, you can hold Alcor off while we try and go God Tier too. Screw what Xot says."

Alcor is currently in deep space, destroying the universe. The hordes can't do shit.

 

[Paddy the Second]

We cannot hear Salt because we have mocked up a miniature Iron Chef and are screaming at each other in horrifyingly offensive accents.

 

[MinimanZombie]

I deflect the SORDS with my two wrist blades.
"Dude, he's sleeping! Leave him be!"

 

[RaNDM G]

Trilby's SORDS bounce off Gamzee's head.

heh

He throws a pin at Trilby's face, smashing in his nose.

 

[Saltarius]

"DUDE. PADDY. WE NEED TO FIND YOUR QUEST BED SO YOU CAN ASCEND AND FIGHT ALCOR."

"Xot, what is your problem with us ascending? Isn't it better for us guardians if we get stronger? Imagine I really am Heir of Doom. Can you really say it won't help stop Alcor?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: ok then...

The horde merely patrols the mall then

Goa'uld pyramid ships begin to open fire on Alcor

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I look at both Paddys. "Uh, Salt... I don't think Padster is Space. That's a Heart power."
I indicate their consciousness.
"Also I'm calling you Padster now."
I rub my nose.

 

[MinimanZombie]

[How the fuck is this happening, if he's unconscious?!]
I sit by Gamzees sleeping body. I decide to drag him into a mattress store and lay him on a bed.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Chill man" Two voices say at once. "Hey dream me." "Yes Mall me?" "Find our quest bed." "Well where is it?" "I don't fucking know, that's why I'm telling you to do it." "But I don't wanna die." "You look stupidest." "Point." My dreamself floats off to find my quest bed.

 

[Saltarius]

The ships have no effect, given Alcor is essentialy God, all matter being his plaything.

"Okay listen, we are completely boned in a head on fight with him. What can you do against a God Tier Space player when you don't even know your class anyways?"

 

[RaNDM G]

Xot: Salt, shut the fuck up and let me do my job!

Gamzee appears in front of Alcor. He appears to be wearing some kind of ring.

[color=indigo]whats up ************[/color]

 

[Saltarius]

"So...how are you surviving in deep space anyways?"

"Your currently doing shit at your job given we had the damn weddings already, something you said you'd prevent, now Gamzee's gone off the deep end and is space."

 

[MinimanZombie]

I decide to leave Gamzee asleep on the bed. I walk off and find Salt.
"So dude, what do you reckon our classes are?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

The ships continue to annoy Alcor, while an Imperial ship loads frigate sized psy-cannons aimed at Alcor.

 

[RaNDM G]

Gamzee raises his ring hand.

[color=indigo]do you know what this fucking thing is[/color]

[color=indigo]i havent quite figured it out[/color]

[color=indigo]but it is[/color]

[color=indigo]MIRACULOUS[/color]

[color=indigo]if you know what im sayin[/color]