Mall Fight RP: ?

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>BE ALARMED

"Oh dear."

>BE SHOCKED

"Goodness gracious."

>BE ABSOLUTELY OVERWHELMED AND ENGULFED WITH SHEER SURPRISE, ANXIETY, AND DREAD

"My word."

>HAVE THE THEME SONG TO CHEERS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD

"Sometimes you want to go where everyone knows your naaame, and they're always glad you caaame..."

Me and Efink walk past, and almost similtainusly say, "Eric? What the hell are you doing?"

I hear someone singing in the distance. Probably a native. I have better things to do anyway. I appear behind Salt, as if I just popped out of thin air. For some reason, I have three lines going from the top left of my face, to the bottom right. I've got a bag of faces which I've carved off now dead civilians, enemy gangs, and recently buried corpses. I stare at Saltarius.
"Well Salt. Looks like we've both snapped. Only question is, who deserves the mad hatters hat? I'm pretty bored anyway. Goodnight." I pull out Raven and release one of my swords in my left wrist. I stare him down until he makes his move, which I can already guess.

I stroll up to Salt and Zombie, puffing on a joint and singing along to my ipod. I take out one earphone. "'Sup guys? Nice face bag Zomb'"

"Thanks..." I continue to stare down Salt. "So, is this going to be a 3X Showdown combo? Maybe we could get two more involved, and make it very rare, and extremely dangerous."

"Wait showdown? Remember what happened last time?" A jaguar cry echoes through Gashog.

"Why of course. But we were in the mall, and tripping out. This time, we're in a city, and completely sober of any drugs."

I look down at what's in my mouth. A needle falls out of my trouser leg.

"Well...You're not. But you shouldn't hallucinate, or at least, I don't think you will."

"Well everything's turned into an anime anyway." I look at Zombie. "So sugoi."

Eric continues to sing, and me and Efink shrug and walk on...right towards where the self-christened 'Midnight Crew' have gathered.
Efink swears and the assembled members of the 'crew' turn to face us. The air between the two groups is thick enough to cut through (Which at this point, seems more and more likely) and, if this were to be immortalised in a more symbolic manner, then no doubt the two groups silhouetted white against two independent coloured backgrounds, possibly cut down the center in a zigzag shaped line.
Where was I?
Oh, right.
The hands of all present parties stray to their owners weapons.
"So, a 5X Showdown Combo eh, haven't had one of these in a while." Efink whispers.
"A what?" I whisper back.
"Don't you read Homestuck?"
"I read a bit..."
Efink mutters something under his breath, and eyes off our opponents.

This starts playing in the back ground. [Because, why wouldn't it? When else will I use it?]


The tension begins to rise. Who will be the victor of the this highly devastating showdown? The slashes on my face become more visible somehow. The corners of my lips curl upwards, forming the faintest hint of a smile. I stare at the center of the circle we've all formed.

I drop my joint to the floor and rub it out with my boot. I draw both my swords and activate their additional modifications, I then turn on my gauntlets. The jaguar cry sounds closer now.

With a clear, sharp sound, me and Efink both draw out weapons of choice, duel tantos. I hold mine as one would usually hold a bladed weapon, though Efink hold both of his blades in a reverse grip, facing outwards.
"A mall fighter, a madman, a junkie, a face stealer and a traveller all walk into a space station..." Efink says, before leaping into battle. In sharp contrast to my somewhat clumsy, inexperianced fighting style, Efink's blades seem almost a blur as he moves with well practiced precison as he attacks Miniman, leaving me to deal with Paddy as Salt hangs back for the moment.

I throw Pimpbastard at Knife, leaping after it with Peake held in both hands.

I start placing bets with myself on who I think will win.
Currently, my money is on Knife and Efink.

I dodge the attack, and return with a swipe from Raven, and as I attack, I stab at Efink's leg with my left sword. "So, why'd you refer to me twice in that joke?" I say as a slightly crazy smile spreads across my face.

"What makes you think it was you I mentioned twice?" Efink says, grinning back as he deflects both of Miniman's blades and flips behind him.

I block Pimpbastard with an upwards cut, sidestep and hold my blades out to intercept Paddy.

I grab Pimpbastard's hilt in my left hand and knock Knife's block aside with it, the flames burning his hands. I slash at his chest with Peake.

I twist as he jumps over me, and greet him with a stab of Ravens Razor when he lands.
"Well, I have been stealing quite a lot of faces. According to my mental health, I'm fucking insane!" I slash at his chest, and kick his knee.

I shoosh pap the fuck out of everyone to get them to calm down.

I throw pills at Salt.
"HEY! I'VE GOT A LOTTA MONEY RIDING ON THIS!"

I cry out as my hands are burned, but manage to jump backwards and avoid Peake.

Efink effortlessly parrys both of Miniman's attacks, though goes down hard on his knee as Miniman's kick connects. Efink slashes at his legs with both his blades.

I jump over the blades, and onto Efinks shoulders. I plunge Raven into the neck of my foe. I then slash his head with my left blade.

"GUYS THE PAPS AREN'T WORKING."

No other choice avaiable, I pull my newfound eskrima stick and pounce on Trilby, beating him with it. I write in his blood:

ONE CORPSE AMONG THE RUINS OF UTOPIA

I point a finger at Knife, a bolt of lightning shoots out, causing his legs to spasm. As he falls to the floor I kick him in the stomach.

"Agh, that's fucking cheating man." I cough out, clutching my stomach.

As Miniman slashes at his head, Efink reaches up, grabs hold of him and throws all his weight forward, flinging Miniman off his shoulders. He manages to shakely stand before bleeding out and respawning.
"Ok, time for round two." He says, picking up Miniman by the throat and throwing him into Salt.

Freaking double posts >.<

"Great, I love tournaments." I say. I'm then thrown at Salt and stab him with Raven by accident. I get up, and stare at Efink.
"Come on then, asshole." I leap forwards, and punch him in the groin. I then uppercut him so hard he flies backwards. I stand there, more purple blood leaking from my facial scratch. "Make your move."

I'm knocked over by Zombie being flung at me. I roll him off and get back up, before proceeding to Efink. I begin to beat him mercilessly with the eskrima stick.

I turn to Knife, Efink's blood freshly spattered on my face.

"Now then."

"Look, Salt, you don't want to do this." I say, scooting backwards in an attempt to get away from him. "You....you...you..."
"Really need to realise that killing me isn't going to stop me." Efink finishes, puncuationg the point by stabbing him three times in the chest and kicking him to the ground, leaving him in pain, but not dead.
"Now then, where were we before we were interupted eh?" He says to Miniman, twirling his tanto gracefully.

"You were about to compliment my skills at fighting. I won round 1, didn't I? And now I'll win round 2." I roll behind Efink and stab the back of his knee, and then I twist his neck, snapping it.

"Something about how I don't want to do this."

I pull my tommy gun and unload every last bullet into Efink. I shakily rise up and begin to laugh lowly. I head into the bathroom of a nearby store.

Efink gives an audable sigh of dissapointment as his neck is snapped and respawns a distance away. "Those people have no respect for a good fight." He says, before walking away.
Meanwhile, I have make a cunning escape while the crew was distracted by Efink.

OOC: Ok, I'm off to bed.

After Efink is taken care of, I turn to Knife. Or I would, if he was there. I slice off the corpse's faces and leap off the building. I walk around the town, the sight of me striking fear into the civilians hearts.

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