There is a kind of laughter which has nothing at all to do with menace, and yet is menacing. The laughter which echoes over the rooftops is that of someone who has seen something amusing beyond all reckoning, and that laughter pours from a spot one foot behind Ray Stantz, and from a being which does not look at all like him.
What, exactly, the figure looks like is blessedly obscured by the tatters of nightmare and flame that cloak his body, but the hand offering the Ghostbuster a champagne glass of something the color of Shoggath eyes in the dark is the bitter black of charred wood and tipped in equally black nails that fail utterly to reflect the lights around them.
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Date: 2008-01-03 11:53 pm (UTC)What, exactly, the figure looks like is blessedly obscured by the tatters of nightmare and flame that cloak his body, but the hand offering the Ghostbuster a champagne glass of something the color of Shoggath eyes in the dark is the bitter black of charred wood and tipped in equally black nails that fail utterly to reflect the lights around them.
"Happy New Year, Raymond Stantz; Ghostbuster."