Neirym looked severely annoyed. “You dare threaten me twice? Bring your ghosts. I haven’t had a good slave in…” he thought for a moment. “A good while.” He grinned. “They tend to struggle quite a bit though, which makes the experience more fun. I wonder if your ghosts will struggle against me,” he mused.
'Dude… they're MY slaves. Not only that, they're happy about it, they're DEVOTED to me, you dumbass. And they will struggle, and then get away, BECAUSE THEY'RE GHOSTS, THEY CAN GO THROUGH ANY MATTER, DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING? What's you dumb universe anyway? Where all these bastards just walk around smiling creepily like that does anything?'
Neirym smiled at him. “Mouse man, I could have you under my control with a snap of my fingers. The only reason I let you do as you pleased was that it amused me.”
'Are you…' But then he remembered. That guy literally froze him a few moments ago. That… was actually god damn powerful… 'Y-you're not an overlord in your world, are you?'
Angel hid behind Actinolite’s cape, startled by the sudden fighting. “Don’t…please…” She whimpered, staring at the two.
Neirym laughed loudly. “Now you are beginning to see! It is extremely unwise to cross me. But if you must do something, mouse man, bow.” He turned back. “No need to worry Angel.”
(I honestly don't know how to re-enter this. So I'll just do this.)
Laughter echoed through the place, and this wasn't a good type of laughter. It was more of an insane laughter. A purple gas flew through the air, making whatever creature inhaled it, laugh like crazy.
(Ha! Good thing I don’t breath!)
'WHat… oh god…oh nonoononono' He immediately bowed down to him, and out of sheer terror he stayed in that position. Sweat drops began to appear on his neck as he stared intensely on the floor, half-expecting the ghosts to appear from it to immediately barricade it.
'Did… did you not tell me who you were? Just so that I would… berate you…? For your amusement? Which, of course, is no problem, sire…' oh fuck, did he sound cheesy? oh god, this is awful, horrible, please someone SAVE HIM where the fuck are the GHOSTS?
The ghosts were nearer, but could not go any faster, as much as they wanted to. They were more then halfway there.
(Confused. What is this laughing gas?)
(No idea, dude)
(Do tell, W, so that I can write my reply.)
Actinolite was quite amused by his sudden swing of personality, though was slightly infuriated that he didn’t bow to her. She clearly had a high rank, too! Was it because she was kind enough to not torture him?
Angel Aura didn’t seem comfortable with this exchange and frowned, looking at Neirym, then to the rat man.
Neirym had parted the cloud around himself. And as an after thougth around Actinolite, Angel, and the rat man, out of respect and annoyance respectively. He didn’t want the rat man babbling. “You can get up now,” he drawled. “But I appreciate the change of tone. Offering me some ghost slaves would be a nice next move on your part.”
(Okay, so whoever inhales the laughing gas starts laughing uncontrollably, hence the name. They won't stop laughing until it kills them (which makes them have 12 hours of life until it kills them) or until they are given the antidote. In other words, it's Joker Venom 2.0)
(Again; good thing I can’t breathe!)
(xPPPPP)
(Also, before i go any further. I have a question. Are they outside or inside?)
(Inside.)
(Okie dokie.)
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Mike took one look at the gas and rapidly backed away, yanking off his backpack as he went. Pulling out a spare shirt, he tied it tightly around his face to help filter the air, then started looking for a door or window to open so that the gas would clear.
(Idk if this place has any windows–I guess he could just walk into a room filled with windows if he wanted to, come to think of it)
The woman with the black cloak suddenly appeared. To everyone, it looked that the gas didn't affect her, but it did. Every thirty minutes she would let a laugh, a laugh that was enough to rival Joker's laugh. She looked as the others as she grinned. "Aww, why's everybody acting like if they saw zombies?"
“Who?” Neirym asked blandly.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Mike growled, keeping a wary distance.
"All of you, silly goose!" She chuckled and looked at Mike. "You are one fierce thing. I like that." She stopped and put a finger to her chin. "I haven't introduced myself? Oh, how terribly sorry I am." She paused and let out a maniacal laugh. "Name Eight Of Spades, but you can call me Black Spades. What do I want? Oh, that's simple, to kill all of you." She paused once again. "Nah! I'm not that cruel." Black Spades said with a laugh as she approached Mike.