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A ring of evil flowers grew up around Cory, and a black spike dispersed the shadow creature. Rustlung's voice grew to a booming depth.

 

"If this is a test of my patience, you have found the wrong person to irritate. Bored easily? Then here is the short and long of it. Your client is gone, the deal is off. I will keep Julie's body until I decide otherwise, and an eternity of agony is your future! Have I made myself perfectly clear?"

(How is she staring at Rusty? Rusty's physical form is not even visible. Just a booming voice from the ether. And BOOOOY/GIIIRLL, you're picking the wrong villain to throw sadistic laughter at.)

 

Cory's laughter was answered with a chorus of wicked laughter that mocked the tone of her voice.

 

"Gnahahahahahaaaa! Brave is the one who laughs in the face of her eternal punishment. That alone won't save you, however. How many more times do I have to say it? You have no business here. Begone."

Cory stops laughing, only to give off a very smug, yet extremely twisted.

Cory- Buddy, you are threatening the wrong person. Ha! You know, to Hell with that ghoulish statement. It's the wrong thing to say, no matter what the situation. Blood, pain, broken bones, cracked eyeballs, a black heart! Hahaha! Tis nothing. We are pure. We are Hyde! No need for the fuel in the fire, no sir, it has already burned. Wheeeeee! What is a human? DEAD INSIDE is what the human is. The common woman knows more. Man is a toy. Yet why do we use a human body? Because of their expendability.

"Two things. One, that was more advice than a threat. Two, do not rant and rave to me about what a human is. I know what it is, and I have nary a reason to care. I know what manner of creature you are, and it changes NOTHING."

 

(Okay, @Ephyb7

 

Name: Erith

Race: Ghost

Age: 500+

A dapper ghostly individual who appears as a man in a cloak who always has a pen and paper in hand. He was a poet in life. Absolutely useless in a fight.)

Edited by Silentdarkness1

"I've heard a beefalo put out more intelligent thoughts."

 

A dark chant started to fill the air. Suddenly, a ghostly figure emerged from the darkness. It looked like some guy in a cloak. He spoke in a cool, assuring tone of voice.

 

"Sticking around here is not exactly a good idea.."

"I wish that were the case, my dear..no, no i'm not...he'll be quite angry at me for doing this...but we need to leave. Now. He's preparing a rather nasty spell.....and there's nothing we can do at this time and place, anyways."

Suddenly, pillars of solid nightmare fuel broke up through the floor, more liquid starting to ooze in through cracks. Dark spines started to grow.

 

"Uh oh....seems we've overstayed our welcome now....I shall let you do the honors."

 

"I will remember this, Erith, you weakling."

 

The ghost gave no answer.

(I AM OFFICIALLY NOT LETTING ANYONE ENTER ANY MORE CHARACTERS OK? Not a rant. Just in caps so everyone can see)

(well, it did say closed roleplay. So I feel like we already knew that. But whatever.

Are you going to RP here? Because you haven't for like the last ten pages. What's the deal.)

(Edit: I'm dumb and bad at reading. Ignore the first part.)

Edited by Blewcheese

(That and Silent already had an unknown...I'm guessing that's it...oh, and Cory spawned at a different location, Blew, so, you might need to edit that.)

(And Ophelia, you need to reply to this like, BADLY. Everyone here agrees at this rate, it's time to quit holding out.)

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