Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Anti-American Eagle]

Somewhere in the mall...

A Seven Foot Tall man [in an Inquisitors (Somewhere inbetween Ordo Hereticus and Xenos, with a hood) uniform (With a mechanicus rebreather and three green bionic eyes, think the splinter cell NV goggles), carrying two power-sword's and an Astartes grade relic bolter on his back] is flung out of a shop about twenty feet from where Ryan's radio station used to be, he gets up and looks around before limping towards the lobby, slowly, in visible pain.

OOC: Don't tell me im unreasonable, I'm a gangsta I don't have to be reasonable... I will shoot you mutha fucka, don't argue with me or I'll shoot you with my sniper rifle next time you get in a phonebooth, I will have keifer sutherland call you just to troll you before you die. Please tell me someone gets the convoluted reference in that.

Back wherever everyone is...
X is still confused as fuck and smoking weed

OOC: sorry about being gone over the course of the past two days, IRL crap got in the way

 

[Sigma Castell]

I sigh, and open a webway gate obove the inquisitor. He is kidnapped by space-clowns and never seen again.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: hey sigma...

The inquisitor kills the space clowns and falls out of the ceiling of the lobby,
says

"Daemons"

and passes out in a fountain

 

[Sigma Castell]

OOC: Space elves, not deamons. they hate deamons.

I turn to the others in Sburb. "Sooooooo...what now?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: I know eldar, dark, eldar, and necrons populate the webway, do you think a dazed inquisitor would understand the difference between eldar/dark eldar and daemons when he's pulled through a ceiling?

X: "no clue"

 

[Sigma Castell]

OOC: Dunno. depends on what type of inquisitor he was. Malleus have a complicated relationship with harlequins, and anrent likley to randomly kill them. xenos are probably more likely, and hereticus are just pricks

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: I know... and there is always sepulturum

X waved at sigma

 

[Sigma Castell]

OOC: Never heard of that ordo...6th edition?

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: One of the fluff ordo's, there are lots...
OOC: They are populated with inquisitors that come from other ordo's and their goal is purely to study the plague of unbelief (Zombies}.
OOC: The lexicanum explains it better than me.

"...boredom"

 

[Sigma Castell]

OOC: Lexicanum is outdated tho, they still have stuff on the sensei-emporer, and all that other shit from 3rd-4th edition

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: How outdated... and I know for a fact the fluff ordo's werent retconned... was the illuminati stuff retconned?

OOC: Example of good retconning: the squats, the squats retconning was explained...
------> Tyranids killed them and the inquisiton deleted the records of them.

X looked at sigma "Hey, you okay in there?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

OOC: Illuminati=never existed
sensei-children=never existed

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: thats retarded... why retcon fluff when you can just ignore it? What the hell are they going to do with the emperor now, corpse god followed by warp apocalypse?

OOC: I don't know anymore... GAMES WORKSHOP!!! DAN ABNETT!!! HORUS!!! SLAANESH!!!

X walked over and tapped sigma on the head a couple of times before sitting again

 

[Sigma Castell]

OOC: Personally, i never liked the whole illuminati/sensie thing anyway.

"Hey X, where have all the others gone?"

 

[Sigma Castell]

(night)

 

[Knife-28]

I wander around LOBAE, slaying imps and getting some weird grist stuff. Occasional I'll see a crocodile or two, but those encounters are brief at best, the little guys running off as soon as they see me. After using some Party Poppers to blow up an ogre (and a bust or two) Efink finds me, and we go imp hunting.
"Hey, do you know anywhere I might be able to store a suit?" I ask, after we defeat a large group of imps.
"Wait, what?" Efink says in confusion, and I show him my Three Diamonds Suited.
"Ah, right. Yea, I have a place." He says, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a deck of cards.
I raise an eyebrow at this, before he throws it down, and it transforms into a Brawlsoleum.
Efink takes the suit inside, and through the doorway I catch a glimpse of strange and sometimes exotic looking clothing and armor.
"Ok, anything else?" He asks, exiting the Brawlsoleum and picking up a deck of cards.
"Yea, where's Raritysprite, wasn't she supposed to guide me through the game or something?"
"She's back home making dresses." He says, " But don't worry about it, you got me!"
"You?"
"Hells yea, I've played, and finished, Sburb before, I'll help you."
"Uh, ok a guess."
"Come on, what could be more help than a God Tier player?"
"A what?"
"Don't worry, you'll find out in time, but firsts things first, have you had a nap while we've been here?"
"Uh, no. Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing, nothi-POCKETSLEEPINGSAND!"
I'm knocked out cold, and awaken in a golden city.
"Wait, what? Where the hell am I?!"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"No clue sig..."

 

[Saltarius]

"...Dale?" (Nega Salt)

"Alright...Let's see, Heart, Breath, Hope, Light...none of these beds are really screaming 'me', Tril."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

X walks around the mall looking for the group, before finally stumbling upon the bed store again, she saw salt inside and walked in.

"How's it going?"

 

[Saltarius]

D0 y0u really have t0 fix every little crack and crevice I make because its getting ann0ying

"Well, let's try and find your bed first Tril."