Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Damn, that was way far back. Back when I had the suit. There's some etchings in the wall here, but it's nothing I can read. Other Knife, you're good at alien societies, you give it a shot."

 

[Knife-28]

"Hmm, lets see." Knife says, grabbing one of the lights and shinning it on the wall. "It says, 'Dougy was here '42'"

 

[Saltarius]

"Oh. Aliens vandalize their historic monuments to be jackasses as well. Good to know we're so alike. See anything related to loot or some shit?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

I walk up from behind the group and drop a borderlands style gun chest infront of me
"I miss anything?"

 

[Knife-28]

"Salt's rocking the eyepatch now, and there's some sort of freaky alien prophecy, that's about it."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"Prophecy?"

 

[Knife-28]

"Yea, here." Knife passes Ryan a tablet decorated with strange writing, "It's describing the adventures of a group of heros who do all the things a group of heros would do, fight a great evil, woo fair maidens, the works."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"So not us."

 

[Saltarius]

"...Knife. I don't think that prophecy tablet is really describing us. Especially the maidens part. If you're catching my oh so subtle drift."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

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I materialize a flask in my right hand and start drinking from it.

 

[Knife-28]

"Did I ever say it was us?" Knife says, chucking the tablet over his shoulder. "Come on, lets find us some treasure."

 

[Saltarius]

"Hardy har. God."

I follow Knife.

 

[Knife-28]

"So, what have you been up to Ryan?" I ask, keeping in step with him.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"Dying, drifting through realities, dying, being comatose, leading an invasion into the warp, drifting back here, etc."

 

[Saltarius]

"So then, where doth we locate this treasure upon yonder dngeon, Sir Knife?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

OOC:night

 

[Knife-28]

"Probebly past that." Knife says, pointing at the suspiciously clean corridor ahead. "And don't call me sir, it makes me feel old."
"Well, older."

"Right then, hope that works out for you."

 

[Saltarius]

I walk into a tree branch conviniently in my way.

"JESUS CHRIST, MY GOOD EYE. Fuck. I'm blind again."

 

[Knife-28]

"..."
"Wow."

 

[Saltarius]

"Fate really fucking hates me. Knife, I'm hanging onto you. Wait, which one are you..."