[RP] The Omnicide Reality

[Mr Pokemon]

"Like I said. I'm not really in the mood.. I want to settle some.. Grudges."
Demos walked to the window, and jumped out, completing a flip in the air, landing and rolling. He then looked around, saw Rex, and approached him, slowly getting faster.

[Frenchfry]

Stefan stood over the shattered remains of what was once a really cool window. He turned around and looked at the kid with the spear.
"Doesn't anyone use doors anymore?"

[Mr. Fox]

As I approached the sniper I saw Demos heading my way. This was not good. I detached the two smaller swords and made a mad dash for cover form the sniper and for a place I could beat Demos.

[Mr Pokemon]

Demos saw Rex running away. He figured it wasn't a good sign. He looked around. A sniper. Hopefully he hadn't been spotted. Demos ran behind a shelf, and kept going until he reached the end of the aisle.

[Mr. Fox]

I used my sword to see where Demos was, he was gone. I looked up and saw a beam on the roof I could use to hide from him. I climbed on it and started to climb it looking for him.

[Frenchfry]

Stefan saw a battle going on between the two from yesterday that'd had the swords. Picking up a bag of chips off the floor, he sat and watched, his legs swinging over the window.
Without looking away, and with a mouth full of potato chips, he said the the kid with the spear,
"You know something? I've never had a big climactic battle, but these guys've already had two today. I need a rival or something. Another Thai boxer, you know?"

[Mr Pokemon]

Demos could hear Rex moving. Where to, he had no idea. He looked around the next corner. No one. Next aisle. Again, nobody. He looked up, and saw a foot disappear over a beam on the ceiling. He decided to appear like he didn't notice. He kept is ears ready. He would get the first strike.

[Mr. Fox]

I follwed the beam to a hole in the wall.It lead to a army surplus store, there were two people in there. I climmed over one and grabbed him.I broke his neck quietly. But when I tried to do the same to the other one he yelled at the top of his lungs. So much for stealth. I fell down and cut him in half with my sword. I saw what they were looking at, Night Vision goggles. I grabbed the goggles and went to the darkest part of the store.

[Frenchfry]

The angsty blue haired one had found an army surplus store. Sweet.
Hopping down, Stefan limbered to the store and started rummaging through its contents, seeing if he could find anything useful. First, he stole an olive drab knapsack, and, after packing a few forest DPM fatigues into it, took a look around. No guns, but there was an entire wall of knives. Stefan's uncle had loved knives. Smiling, he carried the knapsack over to the wall to see if he couldn't find anything nice to take home.

[Mr. Fox]

I saw some one walk into the store, I couldn't be sure if it was Demos, so I attacked. I came charging out of the dark with my sword aimed for his head...

[Frenchfry]

The blue haired kid attacked Stefan almost the moment he reached the knives. Instinctively, he sidestepped the vertical slash, swinging his leg up in a mid-kick.
"Slow down there, cowboy! Can't you tell I'm not the other guy? I'm far too masculine and good looking to be your apparent rival."

[Mr. Fox]

Then who are you? Huh?
I knew that this person was to good at close combat for my sword to do much good so I sheathed it and drew my knives. I entered my fighting stance and waited for him to make the first move...

[Frenchfry]

Stefan gave a half-salute, half-wave.
"Name's Stefan. Eight-year Thai boxer and pretty good shot with a Colt. By the way, you wouldn't happen to have a 5.5 millimeter Single Action Army barrel on hand, would you?"

[Mr. Fox]

I relaxed, he wasn't going to fight me.
Not on hand, but one of my guys has a poop load of guns and might have the one you want. Have you seen Demos? He has a vendetta against me.

[Frenchfry]

Stefan put another chip in his mouth.
"Is he that guy with the gun-sword thing? If so, yeah."
He waved his hand in the direction of the guy whose name was apparently Demos.
"He's 'bout five aisles down that way. But since I kinda owe the guy..."
Stefan drew his Colt, firing a round into the air.
"Hey, Demos, there's a blue haired angry-lookin' dude over here asking where you are! I kinda just told him!"