Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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Droog only carries a cuestick, which has seen little use since the day you first established order in the Mall. He does know a man quite skilled in the use of deudly sharp objects, though his whereabouts have been unknown for months.
He says he will try and pull a few strings, though it may take a short while. In the meantime, he hands you some... entertainment to help pass the time.
You look at the newspaper. Yes. Yes, you think this will do quite nicely.I'm signing off for the night. See you tomorrow.
I come to on a theatre stage, the auditorium is empty, and dust sits several inches thick everywhere inside it. "Guys. I think I'm having an acid flashback." I reach for my walkie talkie and find my gas mask has gone. "Guys?" The dust eats my voice. I stagger to my feet. My suit has changed, it's loose fitting and blue, with a yellow shirt and black tie. "What?" I search my pockets and find a packet of cigarettes, a lighter, a 9mm pistol, and a communicator. It's dead. "Well fuck."
I wander the city streets for a time, before finding myself infront of an old closed down theater. Something compells me to stop and go inside, though as I mull over these thoughts, a crack of thunder sounds above me, and I duck into a cafe across the street just before it starts pouring down rain. I draw a few stares, as a man wearing only a bloodied pair of white jeans would expect to get if he entered a cafe, though as I take a seat in a small booth tucked into the corner of the store, everyone just seems to go back to what they were doing. I sit there for a time in silence, mulling over my current situation, before a young man walks over carrying a notepad and pen. "Uh, excuse me sir, can I, uh, can I get you anything?" He asks nerviosly, eyeing me like I'm about to explode. "Yea, I'll have a coffee, black." I answer, before realising I'm not even sure I have any money. As he scribbles something on his notepad, I check my pockets, luckly finding a wallet with a handful of bills inside. I pay for the coffee, and while I wait I see what else I have in my pockets, finding a phone and a balisong. I return the balisong and wallet to my pockets and turn on the phone. Noting that it seems to only have half a battery charge left, I begin to flick through the contacts and recent callers.
I step out of the auditorium and into the entrance lobby. The door to the cloak room hangs loose on it's hinges. There's one coat inside. It fits perfectly over my suit, inside it are more guns and ammo along with a handful of grenades. There's a wallet in a hidden inside pocket. I pull out a cigarette and light it. "I wonder what was on." The posters have been covered with aerosol paint, I break one glass pane with an elbow and clear it away. Pulling the poster out reveals glossy baroque text advertising a magician. Uncovering more of the poster I see a face. My face. But the hair is wrong. I pull down a forelock and see that my hair has become dark green and has changed style to match the poster. Inspecting further I see the eyes of the photograph are one green and one brown. Picking up a shard of glass I find my own body has altered here as well. Inside the ticket office is an envelope with my name on it. There's a charger inside, it fits into the communicator inside my suit. There are no plug sockets in sight, but through the doors I can see a cafe over the street. A familiar figure stops in front of the theatre but darts into the cafe as rain starts. I follow him inside, just missing the waiter. I plug in the communicator, stub out the cigarette and, picking up a newspaper, turn to Knife. "I was out for a while."
"Pardon, what?" I say, looking up from my phone to see a green haired man with mismatched eyes who looks somewhat familiar. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" I ask as the waiter arrives with my drink. As he places the black coffee on the table, he glances from the man wearing nothing but a pair of pants, to a man with strangely coloured hair and eyes and does a 180 away from the table, and walks straight out the door.
"Ah, I see it's more drastic than I thought." I say to no one, twirling a lock of hair and spinning my eyes. "It's Paddy, I'm obviously different in this universe. I'm a magician!" I show Knife the poster. "Uh, you want to borrow my coat or something?"
I hand Knife my coat, removing the wallet first. "Watch out for the guns and grenades." The communicator blips into life. "Salt? What's happening bro? Apparently I'm a magician and Knife didn't recognise me now we're in a cafe."
I start walking around, looking for people.
It appears that Knife, Paddy and Salt have vanished.
This warrants an investigation!
I dial a random phone number and get the prison which is holding Salt out of sheer dumb luck.
It appears that Knife, Paddy and Salt have vanished.
This warrants an investigation!
I dial a random phone number and get the prison which is holding Salt out of sheer dumb luck.
"Right. Well then... I wonder where they are. And if you want something to pass the time..."
I draw a sendificator and send Salt the TV I have lying around in my captchalogue.
I draw a sendificator and send Salt the TV I have lying around in my captchalogue.
I awake on a park ben-someone fucked up. I can FEEL it in the air...*sniff*...no doubt about it.
"F-okay. Looks like I'm gonna have to handle this." I call Salt using my Holoputer.
"Yo dude, what's up? What happened this time?" I then hear Trilby speaking somewhere. I call him to.
"Wait, what was that?"
"F-okay. Looks like I'm gonna have to handle this." I call Salt using my Holoputer.
"Yo dude, what's up? What happened this time?" I then hear Trilby speaking somewhere. I call him to.
"Wait, what was that?"
"Dude...me and Vrisk? We cool. Nothing can break us apart. Our love is a miracle. Anyway...shall I break you out? Hold on, where the fuck are we anyway?"