Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Knife-28]

"Well.....fuck." I say, seeing Fthulu escape.

 

[Saltarius]

"It's not like he'll show up at some point down the line at a critical moment to completely f**k up our plans. Right?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Well, no thanks to you, FLTHULU just escaped to fondle whatever the hell he pleased and he escaped the mall."

"Wait."

"HE ESCAPED THE MALL!

OOC: We really should stop here until the GM gets back.

 

[Saltarius]

My eye twitched a good once or twice before I extended my hand out. "Friends. Yes. Frieeeends." I slowly start to back away as I make our camp for the night and get out of the suit.

OOC: Not comin' back till' the GM gets on.

 

[RaNDM G]

FLUTHLU

has escaped to the surface, and now has full control of the Mall's interior. It whispers softly, cracking the Mall's bio-dome and extending his reach outside of the structure. Its black, twisted vines serve as reminders of its dark, perverted craft.

A loud hiss is heard as air is sucked out into the void of space, dragging with it chairs, benches, Humvees, neon signs, trees, lampposts, everything. In the Mall's central park, the walls of the clock tower crack and fracture, and the entire structure is decimated as it sucks up in a spiral.

You wish this was a visual medium.

FLUTHLU

remains anchored to the ground, and could care less about the lack of atmosphere.

With all automated systems down, the man cannot repair the Mall's bio-dome. Attempting to keep the monster from discovering the Mall's power supply, the man activates

PROTOCOL 3-C: EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN

. Steel doors slam down, closing off every sub-basement. Fortunately, the Mall Fighters all happen to be in the same area, and the situation seems temporarily under control.

"Guys, can you hear me?"

 

[RaNDM G]

Spoiler: READ THIS: IT'S IMPORTANT

FLUTHLU

has escaped to the surface, and now has full control of the Mall's interior. It whispers softly, cracking the Mall's bio-dome and extending his reach outside of the structure. Its black, twisted vines serve as reminders of its dark, perverted craft.

A loud hiss is heard as air is sucked out into the void of space, dragging with it chairs, benches, Humvees, neon signs, trees, lampposts, everything. In the Mall's central park, the walls of the clock tower crack and fracture, and the entire structure is decimated as it sucks up in a spiral.

You wish this was a visual medium.

FLUTHLU

remains anchored to the ground, and could care less about the lack of atmosphere.

With all automated systems down, the man cannot repair the Mall's bio-dome. Attempting to keep the monster from discovering the Mall's power supply, the man activates

PROTOCOL 3-C: EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN

. Steel doors slam down, closing off every sub-basement. Fortunately, the Mall Fighters all happen to be in the same area, and the situation seems temporarily under control.

"Guys, can you hear me?"

"What, did you hit your head or something? It's me! The guy you've been talking to this whole time!"

The man sips his coffee as he finishes rerouting the Mall's emergency power.

"Good job dealing with that monster by the way. You held him off longer than I thought you would. Bought me some time to divert the power current away from him."

 

[Saltarius]

"Goddamit Eric, you were busy on your revenge scheme. Me and Knife did all the work. Whatever, fuck it."

I take a long drag on my newly-lit cigar as I lean back against a collapsed pillar.

"Listen, down in the sub-basements, we met some douche called T.O.M, he turned into something that looked a lot like the thign that ate Sam G. I have a vial of his frozen remains if you want it. As for the monster itself, we're pretty sure that it IS the mall. Somehow."

 

[RaNDM G]

The man spit-takes his coffee over the computer screen.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's a good one Eric! You really had me going there for a sec!"

He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm. He grabs a cloth and wipes off the computer screen.

"So you guys are going to be stuck where you are for awhile while I keep an eye on this thing. The atmosphere has been sucked out of the Mall's bio-dome, but it doesn't seem to be bothering this guy much. It probably thrives out in space."

Down in the sub-basement, a wall panel slides out and reveals a computer monitor. Eric and Salt walk over and take a look. The monitor shows a camera feed of the interior and exterior of the Mall. Most striking is the exterior feed, showing the Mall as it hurdles through space faster than the speed of light.

FLUTHLU'S

tentacles extend from the cracked dome and feel around the exterior surface.

"As far as I can tell, this thing lives off of generated sources of energy, like electricity. If that thing finds the core, we're pretty much done for good. That's why I had to shut it off from the sub-basements."

He pours himself another cup.

"The bad news is you'll be stuck where you are for the time being. I'll go over the new plan with you in about twelve hours, but you have to wait for me."

"THAT MEANS YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME! I'M NOT LETTING YOU GUYS OUT UNTIL WE'RE ALL GOOD AND READY!"

"Are we clear on that?"

 

[Saltarius]

"I hate all this waiting bullshit. But fine, if you're our only chance of beating this fucker and leaving the mall, I'm in."

Pondering for a moment, I realize something.

"G-Man, how many stars are nearby? Cuz those things generate a fuckton of energy."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Well, if it got close enough to a star, it would probably burn up just like we would. We can't kill it that way though. The bio-dome acts like a shield that protects us from extraterrestrial radiation. Removing the dome completely will kill all of us permanently."

The monitor shows an outline of the Mall's power system.

"The Mall is actually powered by a small, low-powered star. That's something this monster can easily live on for at least a few millenia. I suppose that makes us the perfect target for these eldritch freaks."

 

[Saltarius]

"And here I was going to go Green Lantern on it's ass. I guess this thing snacking on energy makes me double-fucked for the suit then."

"Why are we really here? You haven't given us a straight answer, not even when Sam G was attacked."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Why are we really here? You haven't given us a straight answer, not even when Sam G was attacked."

"You keep asking that question. And I keep saying you will find out soon enough."

The man nervously rubs the back of his neck. Like Sam, he was told not to reveal any classified information to the fighters until they reached their destination. Considering the circumstances though, he figures he would at least tell Salt something to hold his curiosity over.

"I will let you know this much though. Sam and I are not the one's in charge here. We're just your guardians."

He sips his coffee.

"I guess I can tell you my name since Sam blew her cover. My name is Xotnitram. You can call me Xot."

"Is the monster evil? Raven Razor possesses the ability to destroy any trace of evil, burning it like fire to gasoline." (Me)

"It's a horror-terror from space. I don't think that makes it evil. Sorry."

"Now if you actually had gasoline, you might be on to something..."

 

[Saltarius]

I let the cigar drop from my mouth at the reveal.

"You son of a *****. You're Tox's twin. First Sam G is a woman, now you show up. And of course, don't forget the energy-eating monster that dicking around in space."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Yeah, that's the way to treat the guy saving your worthless asses. If you have a problem, you can take it up with my boss."

Xot stares blankly into the screen.

"I'm totally not telling you who she is by the way."