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Who: Larxene, Joker
When: Sometime this evening.
Where: The junkyard.
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: TBA.
Summary: Larxene's in a pissy mood. She decides to go after one of the newer threats to keep herself occupied.

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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

Joker's laugh echoed like a banshee's cry through the junkyard, resounding off the high walls of scrap iron and rusted parts, at once inviting and repelling. The Joker himself waited deeper in, smiling his demonic grin, his red eyes piercing the darkness they were enveloped in. He was loving this. He'd known someone would come for him sooner or later, and this person was making enough noise tromping through the junk he'd scattered to wake an army of the dead.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

In his hands, Joker held more toys he had made, eager to try out on the unwitting Purgatorium populace. It was unfortunate that he would be unable to fulfill the maximum lulz he had wanted to, but at least he could try to make the poor intruder laugh it up. Chuckling and laughing hysterically, the impish criminal from another world sat back in his small makeshift throne, tilting the crown on his head to a disjointed angle. The look was surreal, disturbing. Joker loved it.

"All around Purgatorium," he said softly, chuckling

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Ah, that was a laugh that would have had most anyone running for cover or freezing like a deer caught in the headlights. Larxene did neither. She didn't flinch, didn't cower, did nothing beyond lifting her chin a little and casting her bright gaze about the area. Sure, maybe she should have at least feigned terror or something of the like, but what point was there? If he tried running, she would hear him. If he tried fighting... well, she was hoping for that option. It was far more fun to take down an adversary that fought back rather than stab them as they ran away

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"I'd love to come out and play," Joker replied, shouting his words so that the Nobody would hear the resounding echoes as a result, "but I'm afraid I am simply swamped with work at the moment! But I did prepare toys for the amusement of unexpected visitors! Have a laugh! Nyeh heh huh ha ha hA HA HA HA HA HAAA!"

Joker's toys were not his standard Joker Venom, but sharpened flechettes of steel, hidden in tubes, launched by springs, set off by various tripwires everywhere. He chuckled to himself, pondering what this kiddy would look like after being reduced to bloody swiss cheese. "Certainly not something that I would want on a reuben," he commented sinisterly. "Though perhaps as an... appetizer, hmm?" Again, his mad laughter resounded throughout the junk yard, as Larxene reached the trap hall he had made.

"Fun times tonight," he mused.

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The blonde didn't bother trying to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Out of all the people in that God-forsaken place, this definitely took the cake for most corny and cliche. Didn't it just figure she'd chosen the villain most likely to irritate her to try and capture.

No, not try. She would. There was no 'try' about it; Larxene didn't think in terms like that. She did something, and she succeeded. Simple as that.

So she moved forward, and her steps grew surprisingly quiet even when traveling over the gritty debris underfoot. One hand slipped slowly into her pocket, and between her fingers formed the small, sharp little kunai that she so cherished. Having an unlimited supply of weapons at one's disposal certainly made things... convenient. Her head bowed slightly, eyes rolling up to survey the hall. Did he really think she was stupid enough to wander in there without any idea of whether or not he was waiting for her beyond whatever traps he'd undoubtedly laid out? Larxene was many things, but a fool was not one of them