Ivory's Homecoming ► Ninjago

07 ≛ The Sword of Sanctuary

Ghoultar had his hands on the cell, harshly trying to pry the door off with a grunt.

Watching him was Wu, Ronin, Natasha, and Nya; the latter female held a large light right at his face.

"Deepstone bars. You're never getting out of here," she threatened. "Now tell us: what's in the tomb that's so important?"

"What does Morro want?" Wu added a question.

"Ghoultar never talk!" the ghost spoke. However, he soon gasped. "Oops, Ghoultar talked. Uh, Ghoultar no talk from now on!" He crossed his arms for dramatic effect.

"Oh, we'll get him talkin'." Ronin and Natasha both pulled out their aeroblades at the same time, glaring at their enemy.

"Be calm, you two." Wu stopped them by placing his hands on both of their shoulders. "We must find another way to get answers out of him."

Ghoultar laughed maniacally as if he had already won.

"Let him laugh." Misako walked into the room with a smile. "The Ninja are already in Cloud Kingdom and well ahead of Morro. Let's just hope they can find the Sword of Sanctuary before it's too late."

"We must use our time wisely. Come, Nya." The sensei led said girl out of the room. "There's still training to be done. As for Ghoultar..." He faintly turned his head around. "Keep an eye on him with Natasha, Ronin."

"Don't worry, old man!" He waved him off with a smirk. "We've got him."

As they left, Natasha hit him on the shoulder. "Más respeto."

"Come on, he's cool with it. Don't get your panties in a twist."

His eyes suddenly widened in fear when she seemed to stare right into his soul. Nothing came from her lips, no form of expression; she only lifted her hand as if ready to slap him into the first realm.

"It... it was a joke, kid. You know it's not an insult or anything—oh, are you mad because I said panties? No, wait, how'd you even understand that?"

When she took two steps forward, Ronin took the entire leap of faith back, even knocking down the chair. "Stay the fuck away from me."

Ghoultar laughed in his cell as he witnessed Natasha send a flying kick to his armored stomach, the thief hitting the wall.

He groaned in pain while slowly sliding down. "You definitely didn't learn that from your aunt and uncle..."

"Mhm."

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"You."

"... yo?"

"You."

Natasha glanced at Ghoultar. Ronin raised an eyebrow, slightly curious.

It hadn't been too long, but with everyone busy with something, Ronin got bored. Surprisingly, Natasha did too. The ghost was no exception and felt like poking fun.

"Ghoultar tell you secret."

Deciding to entertain him, she walked the few steps toward his cage. She didn't lean very close, though.

"You... just like Ghoultar."

The blonde blinked. "¿Qué?"

"You talk... like Ghoultar."

"Yo no hablo como ni un Ghoultar."

"You talk like Ghoultar."

"I no talk like Ghoultar," she mocked, heavy accent and all fucking up her pronunciation. Ronin was caught by surprise.