Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[MinimanZombie]

"Alright. Never mind then. I have an idea to pass the time." I run to the local video game store, grab a console and TV, and bring them back to the van. I install them, and get Salt to connect it all up. "Alright guys, what game shall we play? I'm feeling Mortal Kombat."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"No thanks, I suck at videogames, and I've got some research to do." I lean against the wall, light a cigarette and begin to read. ((Goodnight everybody.))

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Alright. Salt? Any ideas for what to do to pass the time? Or are we playing MK?"

 

[Saltarius]

"MK's good. Now if that Mushi whatever is pure life...what's in Eibmoz's head? He is your COMPLETE opposite..." I smile sinisterly as I pick my main man, Sektor.

I could bottle up pure life and possibly pure death. This mall may just be the best thing to happen to me.

 

[MinimanZombie]

"That's a good point. However, I made him to be biologically perfect. He may notice something like that in his system, before even the best surgeon could. Still, he may be carrying something awful in his head right now. He may not even know." I pick Reptile.
[OOC: Goodnight everyone.]

 

[RaNDM G]

The security doors open. Xot stands near the entrance, revealing the security room is actually the ship's bridge.

"Sorry about the wait. Just had to... tidy some... things... Yeah..."

OOC: Finals are done.

 

[Saltarius]

"Well, well, look who decided to show up. I suggest you start answering some questions before I test this suit's auto-targeting on you. Let's start with who you work for.?

 

[RaNDM G]

"How about this?"

Xot flicks a switch on his desk. Salt falls through a trapdoor and is incinerated in a furnace. He respawns without his armor.

"You can ask five questions. If I can answer them, I will, but we have more important things to do than screw around."

Xot looks down at his watch. The fighters will arrive at their destination in less than a week, but time spent in the Mall is precious. They're gonna have to pick up the pace if they're going to meet the deadline.

"Well?"

 

[Saltarius]

"You must be wonderful at parties with that attitude. Fine, how about why we're here."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"How about, who do you work for?" I ask calmly. I usually re-spawn with my stuff but I don't want to test it again.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"And exactly how long has this whole shebang been running?"

 

[Knife-28]

I walk over to where everyone is. "Sup people."

 

[Saltarius]

"Hey Knife...thanks for swiping REX. The mech. That I wanted. That has some pretty sweet guns."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Oh hey Knife. Well Xot's finally decided to grace us with his presence. Do you have a question for him?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Like how hard it'll be to render him a limbless torso..." I mutter under my breath so SOMEBODY doesn't hear.

 

[RaNDM G]

"You must be wonderful at parties with that attitude. Fine, how about why we're here."

"Bad luck mostly. We had a big lot of potential guardians. They picked you at random."

"How about, who do you work for?"

"... Next question."

"And exactly how long has this whole shebang been running?"

"Six months... I'm a little surprised you asked that. That number always keeps coming up."

"Like how hard it'll be to render him a limbless torso..." I mutter under my breath so SOMEBODY doesn't hear.

Trapdoor. Incinerated. Respawn in an ice cream parlor.

"Two more questions."

 

[MinimanZombie]

"Bullshit. We saw graves dating back to 1459! Down in the sub basements. Anyway, here is a question. What are your plans for us? This question doesn't count if you don't answer." I say as I lean against a pillar.

 

[Saltarius]

"This fucking guy. This guy is un-FUCKING-believeable. Last question, how expendable are you to your boss?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Presumably our last question. Can we get out?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Bullshit. We saw graves dating back to 1459! Down in the sub basements. Anyway, here is a question. What are your plans for us? This question doesn't count if you don't answer." I say as I lean against a pillar.

"I'll give you two for this one. First, this Mall transcends space and time. Everything here is archived based on the guardians' memories. It keeps changing as each guardian's mental state changes... Those are you guys by the way."

"Second, we're about five light-years away from Messier 16. There's a fuel depot there in the Imir system. Not that this thing needs refueling, but we're picking up someone there. After that, we fly to Anhur in the Amun system. I don't know what we're going to do when we get there. My job is to stay here and keep the Mall running."

"Presumably our last question. Can we get out?"

"In about a week."