Talk:Ghoul/@comment-28066787-20170426050944/@comment-30700719-20170429225805

"You know, the only thing that has ever suckled my ear like that was a cat. Not one of your Werecats, or even a Nekomata. A normal cat. Her name was Niblet. She nibbled at people's earlobes, hence the name. You do realise you're being likened to an animal, right?" I grabbed her arm and shunted it forward, then called off into the fog. "Gentlemen?" Running footsteps fill the night. The two figures emerge into view. "Halt, you thief!" I quickly put my hands up, while pushing the Ghoul out of view. "Gentlemen, I wish to redeem myself. Do you like cannons?" One of hem nods. I put a hand behind my back and fabricate a revolver. I pull it out and display it to them. "This little baby packs a punch. Sure, the ammo is smaller, but with this, you can fire six times without having to reload!" To demonstrate, I aim at a blank gravestone and fire. A chunk of stone falls off. I fire off five more shots, roughly in a circle around us. "Dear Ilias! The monsters will be no match for this! We're going to have to confiscate that for the Order, sir." I shake my head. "It's run out of ammo. I sure as heck ain't showing you how to reload it. And you know those gravestones I shot at? Zombies are currently waking from their slumber. And when they awaken, their comrades awaken. So have fun on the Nacht der Untoten." I calmly walk away, and as I just get past the outer graves, right on cue, Zombies begin to claw their way to the surface. The Ghoul from earlier walks up to me. "What was that language you spoke, sweetmeat?" I reply, "German. Nacht der Untoten basically means 'Night of the Undead'. Thought it was pretty much the right term." She moves a little closer, and leans onto my arm. I keep walking, enjoying the night sky. "Well, nice chat. I hope you get the tastiest of meals tomorrow." I clamber into my Rauser and take off, heading back to base.