"Let me think about that." I grab Salts sword, The American Way, and use it to cut off Trilby's arm.
"No."
"No."
Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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The sword misses.
"Do you really think I would stay within reach of a sword? I can FLY and have a fucking gun!"
I throw a stun grenade and turn. While Zombie is blinded, I dart into the office and grab Salt and my body, then fly away with them.
"Do you really think I would stay within reach of a sword? I can FLY and have a fucking gun!"
I throw a stun grenade and turn. While Zombie is blinded, I dart into the office and grab Salt and my body, then fly away with them.
I cut off Salts leg as he tries to kick me.
"Your wounds are a bit to bad for you to attack me. You've been stabbed in the back, and have been removed of one leg."
"Your wounds are a bit to bad for you to attack me. You've been stabbed in the back, and have been removed of one leg."
As I wait to get put through to Sister, I stare out of the Window at the Mall. Snow is falling heavily outside, people rushing home for the holidays.
[i/]Beeeeeeep[/i]
[i/]Beeeeeeep[/i]
I shoot Zombie in the chest multiple times.
"Zombie is in Salt's office. I need everybody here RIGHT NOW!" I tell the rest of the cops.
The space cops start heading for the office.
"Zombie is in Salt's office. I need everybody here RIGHT NOW!" I tell the rest of the cops.
The space cops start heading for the office.
I sigh and make myself a caffeine smoothie.
"Any time now would be nice, Sis, I've got a wedding to plan", I mutter.
"Any time now would be nice, Sis, I've got a wedding to plan", I mutter.
I wake up in the middle of the park and cough up a clod of earth. "Again? Fucking hell." I reach into my coat's pocket and examine the contents. A pair of spectacles with one broken lens, which I put on, a notebook full of scrawled, semi illegible handwriting which I recognise as my own, a wallet and a phone. I check the identification in the wallet to find out who I am in this universe. Arthur Belano, poet, author, and occasional Savage Detective. I look through the phone's contacts and call Sigma. "Hey dude. How much do you know about the latest instance?"
I die, and respawn, with Salts sword as well. I respawn near a frozen lake. I carve a hole, and throw the sword in.
I check the crystal ball.
"Perfect. Okay Salt, I have a plan. We need a cell specifically built for Mall Fighters. One which stops any suicide, murder-based or conventional attempts at escape. We screen everyone who goes near it. We keep Zombie alive while he's in there at all costs."
"Perfect. Okay Salt, I have a plan. We need a cell specifically built for Mall Fighters. One which stops any suicide, murder-based or conventional attempts at escape. We screen everyone who goes near it. We keep Zombie alive while he's in there at all costs."
I leave the Resistance Hotline on loudspeaker and answer Paddy.
"Hi Detective, enjoying your holidays? I don't know much about the instance, I'm afraid. Zombie is still loose in the city, and Resistance are stepping up their campaign for presidency. They got a new candidate. Some crazy girl with a sparkly coat. Anyway, you coming to the wedding?"
"Hi Detective, enjoying your holidays? I don't know much about the instance, I'm afraid. Zombie is still loose in the city, and Resistance are stepping up their campaign for presidency. They got a new candidate. Some crazy girl with a sparkly coat. Anyway, you coming to the wedding?"
I rub the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb. "I just woke up, in the middle of a park covered with snow, and no memories of this universe's past. What wedding?"
I pick up another phone, this time one stuck to the ceiling and call Salt.
"I cant get through to Sister, she's not answering the Hotline."
"I cant get through to Sister, she's not answering the Hotline."
"If we put him in a conventional cell, what's to stop him strangling himself and respawning outside the prison? Or attacking a guard and getting them to kill him?"