Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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"Wow Salt I can totally see what a savy politician you are. My facts are never wrong."
I sigh and make myself a smoothie.
"You know how easy it would be for a woman with as much power as Aradia to fake her own death? All she would have had to do was have a clone vat-grown and then stage an Assassination. A few psychic memory edits to your Assassain to make her think she did it, and Aradia Megido is dead. Meanwhile, a women who happens to have strangely similair eyes to the poor deceased Aradia catches the next shuttle out of here."
I sigh and make myself a smoothie.
"You know how easy it would be for a woman with as much power as Aradia to fake her own death? All she would have had to do was have a clone vat-grown and then stage an Assassination. A few psychic memory edits to your Assassain to make her think she did it, and Aradia Megido is dead. Meanwhile, a women who happens to have strangely similair eyes to the poor deceased Aradia catches the next shuttle out of here."
"Listen I'm the fucking detective, I decide when the case is closed."
I light up a cigar.
"I swore I'd never smoke, dammit. Anyway, Aradia was a borderline genius Salt.There'd have been so many intermediaries and agents and fake companies that it could never be traced back to her."
I light up a cigar.
"I swore I'd never smoke, dammit. Anyway, Aradia was a borderline genius Salt.There'd have been so many intermediaries and agents and fake companies that it could never be traced back to her."
"She hated the fact that you let your work become the only thing you cared about. And she was as much at fault as you were."
"She had her own people sent after you. She started just as many fights as you did. Murder, extortion, blackmail-she'd done it all. And it wasn't like she was a very good mother. Gideon was just a tool in her battle."
"It's not like a put anything past her anymore. You want to know something? All that bullshit about Innsmouth? Lies. I was a middle-class kid in Boston, with an abusive father and an overprotective mother. One night Pops decides to drive drunk. Hits a telephone pole and is declared braindead the next day. My mother jumped off a bridge shortly after. My point is, my life was shit. I eventually left the boys' home and got my own apartment making minimum wage. Then I found the mall. It was great. And then Xot had to go and turn what was once my sanctuary into my own personal hell."
I place my head into one of my hands.
"Do you understand now? Are you fucking happy?"
I place my head into one of my hands.
"Do you understand now? Are you fucking happy?"
I drink a smoothie.
"You think anyone elses story is happier? I was dying before I came her, Salt. Three bullets in my chest. Some crazy guy with a rifle decides he's going to shoot up a school. I don't even know what the Mall was like before Xot turned up. I've just been following you guys along, making smoothies and trying to stop everyone from killing eachother. I put up with all this bullshit because I have nothing to go back to. Because If I stop and think about why I'm here, or try and remember what happened before the mall, I'd end up like Zombie was before we came to this Universe."
I drink another smoothie.
"How the fuck is you going to jail going to fix anything? at all? What the hell do you think is going to happen if you go to jail, huh? Your son will grow up to be a happy, productive citizen? The Mall will become a beaon of hope and glory? Newsflash, It won't fix anything. Not a bloody thing. Because your son will grow up wondering why he doesnt look like his parents, why the other kids bully him for being different, and when he eventually finds out bout you, what do you think will go through his mind? do you think he'll be proud of you? for abondoninf him on your noble quest for repentence?"
I sit down and sigh, placing my head in my hands.
"Godsfuck, I hate this fucking reality. Stupid politics."
I turn to Salt.
"If you want to stay in jail in penence for something that a Salt from another universe did, be my guest. But I thought you were better than that."
"You think anyone elses story is happier? I was dying before I came her, Salt. Three bullets in my chest. Some crazy guy with a rifle decides he's going to shoot up a school. I don't even know what the Mall was like before Xot turned up. I've just been following you guys along, making smoothies and trying to stop everyone from killing eachother. I put up with all this bullshit because I have nothing to go back to. Because If I stop and think about why I'm here, or try and remember what happened before the mall, I'd end up like Zombie was before we came to this Universe."
I drink another smoothie.
"How the fuck is you going to jail going to fix anything? at all? What the hell do you think is going to happen if you go to jail, huh? Your son will grow up to be a happy, productive citizen? The Mall will become a beaon of hope and glory? Newsflash, It won't fix anything. Not a bloody thing. Because your son will grow up wondering why he doesnt look like his parents, why the other kids bully him for being different, and when he eventually finds out bout you, what do you think will go through his mind? do you think he'll be proud of you? for abondoninf him on your noble quest for repentence?"
I sit down and sigh, placing my head in my hands.
"Godsfuck, I hate this fucking reality. Stupid politics."
I turn to Salt.
"If you want to stay in jail in penence for something that a Salt from another universe did, be my guest. But I thought you were better than that."
"But taking the blame for it is not going to solve anything. Be a better father to Gideon than he was. Divert funding back to infrastructure. Fix his mistakes, and prove that you're better than him."
"We can't just break out...Trilby's the chief of police or something, isn't he?"
I massage my temples.
"Ask to call Sister. Maybe she can get the media to spin a story that you were set up."
I massage my temples.
"Ask to call Sister. Maybe she can get the media to spin a story that you were set up."
Knife looks at the paper work strewn out on the desk infront of him, and shakes his head in disbelef. He turns his head and looks at Gideon, his supposedly adopted son, and despite himself smiles.
I meanwhile am still in my penthouse, watching as reconstruction efforts begun below.
I meanwhile am still in my penthouse, watching as reconstruction efforts begun below.
I walk into the interview room with Salt and Sigma.
"Knife is Gideon's adoptive father. Now, we need to fix this."
I sit down and show Salt the file with all the evidence against him.
"You're going to have a press conference. You're going to prepare to own up. You're going to get shot. Respawn in my flat. Ask Nega Trilby to set you up with a disguise. You die with your reputation untarnished. Everything is wonderful."
"Knife is Gideon's adoptive father. Now, we need to fix this."
I sit down and show Salt the file with all the evidence against him.
"You're going to have a press conference. You're going to prepare to own up. You're going to get shot. Respawn in my flat. Ask Nega Trilby to set you up with a disguise. You die with your reputation untarnished. Everything is wonderful."
I wake up in knifes tower, see X on the floor, reabsorb her, and head down to the police station.
"Okay."
I leave the room and set up a press conference, then call Ryan while the news crews are informed.
"I need a favour. Meet me down the street from the police station."
I leave the room and set up a press conference, then call Ryan while the news crews are informed.
"I need a favour. Meet me down the street from the police station."