The challenge was issued.
And now, the prankster in life and death fired the first proverbial shot.
Snickering to himself, Andrew drifted about the streets doing very random, very harmless, very hilarious things. And his first "victim" just happened to be griping about needing to cool off. He timed it carefully.
Andrew provided just enough of a ghostly twinge to guide the snarking man where he needed to go. A little left. A little forward. A little right. Perfect. How perfect.
"Ow! Wot tha?!"
"Just your friendly ectoplasmic shower."
It was a shower all right even if it was just water and not ectoplasmic goo. The gent in need of a cooling-off hadn't quite noticed — this may be Rhy'Din but talking to ghosts isn't on the list of common things for him — but he'd been "suggested" to stand near the washdown area. Andrew just grinned as his victim got a confused face.
Andrew cackled outright when said victim got thoroughly doused in refreshing water. The water wasn't pristine but it wasn't overly dirty either. Just enough to get the gent first smiling at being cooled off and then yelling between laughs.
"I'll getcha' fer this, you....you....you....!"
"Passed-Away Prankster, that's me."
And so, this war of laughter began with an almost-dirty shower at the docks and a spectre that was beginning to have the time of his afterlife.
And now, the prankster in life and death fired the first proverbial shot.
Snickering to himself, Andrew drifted about the streets doing very random, very harmless, very hilarious things. And his first "victim" just happened to be griping about needing to cool off. He timed it carefully.
Andrew provided just enough of a ghostly twinge to guide the snarking man where he needed to go. A little left. A little forward. A little right. Perfect. How perfect.
"Ow! Wot tha?!"
"Just your friendly ectoplasmic shower."
It was a shower all right even if it was just water and not ectoplasmic goo. The gent in need of a cooling-off hadn't quite noticed — this may be Rhy'Din but talking to ghosts isn't on the list of common things for him — but he'd been "suggested" to stand near the washdown area. Andrew just grinned as his victim got a confused face.
Andrew cackled outright when said victim got thoroughly doused in refreshing water. The water wasn't pristine but it wasn't overly dirty either. Just enough to get the gent first smiling at being cooled off and then yelling between laughs.
"I'll getcha' fer this, you....you....you....!"
"Passed-Away Prankster, that's me."
And so, this war of laughter began with an almost-dirty shower at the docks and a spectre that was beginning to have the time of his afterlife.