"Tox is unconscious, I knew we'd need these gas masks, put him next to knife and make sure yours is attached properly." I put gas masks on our sleeping team mates.
Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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"1745? Did they even have malls during then? Guess it was more of a mystical marketplace. Think even G-Man knows about these?"
Looking about the graveyard, I see one hologram of the G-Van running off a cliff and exploding halfway down, all of us dying. "These don't just show who's died. These show when they're dying and how."
Looking about the graveyard, I see one hologram of the G-Van running off a cliff and exploding halfway down, all of us dying. "These don't just show who's died. These show when they're dying and how."
"Lets go. I'd rather not wait for an incredibly gruesome death of us, as I want to hold in my breakfast." I start walking down to the next basement.
"I'll bring the van along behind you." ((I'll be away for a bit as well, please try to not get me killed.))
Inside the next basement is an even farther back in history version of the mall, now an out in the open marketplace, with merchants crying out for their wares to be bought at low prices, redcoated soldiers patrol the area, enforcing the law. Everything appears to be histroically accurate, aside from everyone not having a face.
Wait what?
Wait what?
"Fuck this shit, something is going to happen." Right on cue, a dragon, made of the same dark material our bizzaro selves were made out of, lands. "Told you." I pull out my bow and ready it. "Ready to fight?"
"I suppose nobody has any Thu'um on hand?" I whip out my blade and start to attack the dragon, immediately going for the wings. It catches onto my plan and begins to fly upwards, arrows striking it's hide. I rocket after it and grab onto it's back as it tries to shake me off, Shadow of The Colossus-like. I keep driving my blade into it's deep green, scaly hide, to little effect. I then make possibly the stupidest decision of my life.
"I'm going to fly this dragon into space."
"I'm going to fly this dragon into space."
"Good luck with that!" I yell. I then realize the faceless have turned on me. "We're doing this are we?" I start having a 1-100 fight using my machetes.
I hop off the dragon, using my rockets to keep my in the air. I try and challenge him to fly as high as possible against me, and he somehow understands. The atmosphere only gets colder and colder as we flying up, as the oxygen starts to thin. "You guys remember the end of Iron Man, when he challenges Obadiah to fly to the moon? Something along those lines." The ensuing frost becomes too great as I let myself drop and hope the ice thaws before I hit the ground as the dragon foolishly goes upwards still, until his wings become blocks of ice and he falls to his demise, on top of roughly thrity of the faceless attacking Zombie.
I barely manage to break my fall with the boosters as I touch down, ready to get in the fight.
I barely manage to break my fall with the boosters as I touch down, ready to get in the fight.
I'm a madman by the time the dragon crashes. I've killed most of them, yet more keep coming, and the ones I kill get right back up. I'm pretty much spinning round with my arms outstretched, swinging my blades. When the dragon does land, I leap on top of it, as it seems to wake up. I knock the faceless off of it, and plunge my blades into the dragons neck. It try's to throw me off, but I hold on and I whisper in its ear "You want to leave? Burn these fuckers."
The dragon seems to comply with the order as it torches the face, leaving them all into a silky smooth, grayish ash. "Good boy." I say, petting it on the head. I then proceed to snap it's neck in it's incapacitated state. "You never said he'd leave alive."
The entrance to the sub-basment took the form of a giant hole, something I wasn't too eager to go down, but leapt in anyway.
The entrance to the sub-basment took the form of a giant hole, something I wasn't too eager to go down, but leapt in anyway.
I dive into the hole after Salt. Luckily, there's a pool. Unluckily, there's a giant statue glaring down at us.
"Who are you?" (Statue)
"Who are you?" (Statue)
"We are but Wayward Vagabonds seeking the being known as G-Man, do you know where we could find him?"
The statue takes a hard look at us, then the van, but takes a special interest in the Bizarro world design of the van. It picks it up and examines it briefly before placing it down. "You have travelled far. Now I know you not as thieves. Very well, I'll show you around."
"But that's not what he..."
The statue turns back and lifts me and suit with relatively ease and stares hard at me for a few seconds until I feel a whole lot less questioning.
"Yes, sir." I say obediently, the suit's visor and my eyes taking a blue-ish tinge.
"But that's not what he..."
The statue turns back and lifts me and suit with relatively ease and stares hard at me for a few seconds until I feel a whole lot less questioning.
"Yes, sir." I say obediently, the suit's visor and my eyes taking a blue-ish tinge.
"Oh my god." I frantically search through the loose pieces of paper in my satchel. "OK, OK, deep breaths, calm. You can do this." I mouth some syllables to myself.
"Uh Salt? You okay?" I look at the statue, and the statue looks at me.
"Your friend is fine. Now, come!" (Statue)
He shows us his own personal mall. "Yo, Paddy? Notice anything off about Salt?" I whisper, as Salt is obediently riding on the statues shoulder.
"Your friend is fine. Now, come!" (Statue)
He shows us his own personal mall. "Yo, Paddy? Notice anything off about Salt?" I whisper, as Salt is obediently riding on the statues shoulder.