Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

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"Meth. Then Hamas."

"Dang."

"So, what's this about a lab then?"

I pull a New Years Resolution out of a hat.
"Murder RaN- no, that won't end well." I toss the paper into a bin. "Start a forest fire- I'm not allowed near and fire-starting gear any more." I toss that one aside too. "Seduce Knife while cosplaying as Terez- was I drunk when I wrote these? Oh, who cares. This one is at least somewhat doable."
I walk off to prepare.

I bump into Trilby, dropping a few flasks I was busy carrying.

"Oh...hey."

"Hey... you, uh... y'dropped something there. What is that? Those flasks? Cool. Didn't know you were an avid chemist."

"You could say that. Nice uh...Ben Nye."

"Yeah... well, I'm just going to... get something. It's... a surprise."
I slowly move away from Salt.
"So, I'll uh... be getting... my surprise. And you'll... be doing some chemistry. And neither of us will ask the other to elaborate further. Because... we really don't want to know, do we?"

"Well...Trilby, you know people who enjoy certain...kicks in life don't you? Perhaps we could set up some sort of dealing system later?"

"..."
"Are... are you asking me to become a prostitute?"

"I'M ASKING YOU TO DISTRIBUTE METHAMPHETAMINE!"

"I mean uh...I'm asking you to distribute methamphetamine."

"Oh. I'd... I'd much prefer the other thing..." I cough awkwardly. "I have to go."
I quickly back away from Salt.

"But...BUT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TUCO!"

"So, what's happening Salt?" I ask after sneaking up behind him.

I jump in surprise, dropping a few more flasks.

"Aw fuck. Hey Ha-I mean Knife. Just trying to uh...set up a lab."

"What kind of lab?" I ask, picking up one of the flasks.

"Oh...chemistry."

"Oh? What are you making?"

"...Crystal meth."

I barge into the conversation, still afflicted with tendril arm syndrome.

"..."
I facepalm.
"God damn it Salt."

"Hey Salt."

"Fuck off man, it's my life.

"You know, I could go on some long overblown spiel how it's bad for you and it's illegal ect, but I know your not going to listen either way." I say, before knocking all the equipment out of Salt's hands and walking away.

"I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANY OF IT! JUST SELL IT!"

"Oh. Hey Ran. So what new developments are underway for the ol' Fight?"

I kick Salt in the groin.

"OCTOPUSSY, BITCH!"

ACT 7: ACT 4: GET ON WITH IT!

You successfully abscond from Megrel police, leaving RaN to fix your rides in a garage. You sneak up on Fortress Armament, the storage facility where the door is held.

You really hope that cock kicker's info was right.

Now what?

3x edit combo!

"Alright, let's get in there I guess." I say, looking for a stealthy entry point.

I bring up blueprints of the building and look for external air vents.

"Why don't we just walk in the front door, say we'd like to get a storage unit, then just go find the one we're looking for? No need for stealthy bullshit, no need to go in guns blazing."

"..."
"That actually my be the best idea you've ever had Trilby."

"...I already know you're going to try something."

I drop the bass.

You successfully drop the bass.

*wub wub wub wub*

I look at the bass, wiggling and flopping around on the floor gasping for breath.
"Paddy, where did you get a fish?"

"That poor creature."

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