Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[RaNDM G]

[color=lightblue]"No, he left a little while ago."[/color]

 

[Saltarius]

"Alright. Just watch yourself. Also...why are you so...calm?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Extremely tired. I am never babysitting your kid again."

 

[Saltarius]

"Is he that bad right now? What, did he eat the carpet?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC: heh heh heh

I bust through a wall and ram Nega Salt from behind

 

[RaNDM G]

"Would be better to ask what didn't he eat. Place is fucking trashed."

 

[Saltarius]

"...You let him eat things he wasn't supposed to? What kind of babysitter are you?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Not my fault. Have you seen how fast that little guy scurries?"

 

[Saltarius]

"What are you, 70? It's pretty easy to catch a few month old grub. God, when am I finally getting called?"

 

[RaNDM G]

The secretary is likely to throw you out with that attitude.

[color=lightblue]"Might as well. Least I get a bitchin' cane and retirement."[/color]

 

[Saltarius]

"...You're not at all like the other two Sisters."

 

[RaNDM G]

[color=lightblue]"What?"[/color]

The secretary calls your number.

 

[Saltarius]

"Nothing. I'll talk to you later."

I sit down in the room.

"Now then. Aradia. Where is she?"

 

[RaNDM G]

The Dignitary looks out the window. He tells you to take some Swedish Fish from the bowl on the table. You swipe a handful and shove them in your pocket.

He says he's been trying to catch up to you for quite some time. Paradimensional travel isn't as easy as you think it is.

 

[Saltarius]

"Yeah. We've met. Not that you'd remember. You ahte authority, have a friend who's been missing. That's besdides the point."

I raise my revolver to point at the chair the Dignitary is sitting in.

"Where. Is. My. Wife?"

 

[RaNDM G]

He tells you not to waste his time if you are going to shoot him.

 

[Saltarius]

"Answer me Droog."

 

[RaNDM G]

She is already here, he says.

 

[Saltarius]

"I know," I grit my teeth. "Where, exactly?"

 

[RaNDM G]

He politely tells you to holster your sidearm.