Spookhouse ~ Take back the Night!

[General Scales]

Harry slowly woke up having fallen asleep face first on the bar counter, he luckily moved the book off to the side away from his face. He moved a used pint a bit away from him which he did not need to use again. His mind moved slowly at first but he remembered most of what he had read on the structure of the castle.

Harry then realized and/or remembered to some amusement that when he was reading through everything somehow he was completely overlooked. He also vaguely had the picture of a new team member in his head, if he heard correctly. Hearing the sudden commotion and exit of Avi was enough to wake him up the rest of the way.

"Uh...Top of the morn'in to everyone!" He exclaimed trying to be a little bright this morning to make up for his non responsive studying self.

[JurassicHole]

Winters awoke in a bit of an uncomfortable position, as the marine had passed out inside a small booth in a slightly tight squeeze. Sitting himself up, he noticed what seemed to be the wrapping up of an argument between Avi and a local man, plus her snapping a bit of a retort at Stuart, who's part in this morning activity he had missed. Glancing at the table in front of him, he noticed a plate of eggs and some sausage, taking a quick bite of sausage before his eyes adjusted to the room. Spotting the local woman who more often than not was the source of his scrumptious meal, Winters smiled at the woman as she walked by.

"Thank you for the food mam, just as good as back home in the states!" Winters said with a smile as he took a bite of egg, "Actually it might even be better than what my mother made me! Ha ha, thank you again miss, I'm sure the rest of the team appreciates it just as well."

With formalities out of the way, Winters downed his breakfast quickly and efficiently washing it down with a glass of water, because he knew not to drink the day of an important or urgent mission. Looking around the room, he noticed that Avi had gone off somewhere, where exactly he wasn't sure though he knew she could handle herself. Spotting Harry announcing a good morning to the squad, Mike checked to make sure his 1911 was still in it's holster out of instinct before he addressed the friendly Irishman.

"A good morning to you as well, my friend!" Winters shouted back, the warm rays of the sun from the windows bringing back some of the Americans natural cheery demeanor out.

[Archangel1]

The night passed by without further event. Stranger made his irregular patrol around the village, scanning the surronding countryside. Twice he had spotted fleeting figures in the woods, roughly man shaped and once a voice had rang out close by, low and hoarse. Whispering softly 'Help...Help... Please' but Stranger ignored the pleas. The highlands of Scotland were infamous for flesh eating spirits that hunted by using their talents to mimic humans and lure others off the path. The voice had carried on for half an hour and frankly, Stranger was seriously considering summoning Bloody Mary, or the Baron to deal with the annoying phantom, lord knows thye both owed favours.

When the sun came up Stranger returned back to the pub where the rest of the group had taken up. Flicking off his goggles as he entered Stranger pulled off his hat and chucked it at a spot on the table, setting himself down, expecting to be fed like the rest of the group. Stuart and Avi were at it again and after a nights watch it was hardly what he wanted to hear. " Better the teams attack dog than the teams bitch." Stranger remarked off-handedly, glancing at the breakfast he was offered. Taking his fork he pushed the bacon to one side and ate the eggs without enthusiasim. The food dripped like molten lava into his empty stomach. Winters was keeping the peace wit hthe locals and complimenting the old wives food while her husband brooded nearby.

Fed and watered, Stranger patted down his coat for a smoke but remembered that he had finished the last of them. Shit, that would put him in a bad mood. A shame too, yesterday ha been a good day and his mood was as high as it had ever been in a decade. Glancing between the surviving members of his team Stranger rubbed at his jaw. " Okay, listen up." He barked, waiting for silence to fall. "Vampires, demons, lycanthropes, changlings, witches, warlocks... Slime." He gave a pointed look at Alice before turning back to the group. " I've killed them all at one point or another. They might have all eternity to plan and plot, but that dosen't stop them from being utterly predictable. The battle will have three stages." Drawing his knife Stranger cut a square shape into the table. " This is the castle. The first stage will be the siege... The Laird will array his human forces, and any monsters under his power who don't fear the sun against us. He'll have a few crack shots on the walls, but the main body of his mortal force will dig into the woodland infront of the castle and wait for us. Time is on their side, all they need to do is wait for night fall when the Laird and his minions are at their strongest. We need to break them and breach the castle walls." His gaze drifted to the big engineer. " Harry, thats all yours. Get us inside that castle, and make a big a hole as you can doing it. Staurt will cover you. Take whatever you need. I don't care, so long as you crack that nut."

Playing his knife through his fingers Stranger looked between them. " Once inside, the suns aid will be limited. Even in their human form lycans are stronger than we areb ut they lose a lot of the big advantages. The oldest ones will be able to change even under the influence of the sun, like the one that killed Cowgirl." Ramming his knifei nto the table in the middle of the square shape Stranger looked between them. " Kill it if you come across it, but don't go looking for it. Its a pawn, and I don't play for pawns. If you disagree with that, stay here. Your no damn good to me." Letting that sink in for a moment Stranger carried on. " The castle was designed to repulse an attack like this, we'll be fighting up hill every step of the way. The walls are angled to hamper a right handed warrior, so if you need to draw steel, draw it with your left hand. This is the assualt stage."

Drawing his knife clear Stranger tapped the mark it had stabbedi n the wood. " The heart of darkness is stronger when you use it as the literal heart of a location. So it'll be in the middle and I'll wager thats where the laird will have made his crypt. He'll make his stand there, furthest from the sun where the heart feeds him raw power. The battle plan for him is simple, we pour as much fire as we can bring to the field right ontop of him, keep him too busy dodging bullets and bolts to work up a spell. Spells take time and he won't want tocast one. His kind of magic comes from demonic influences and if you fuck up blood magic the demon your borrowing power will take offence. Traditionally, Baal is the patron of vampires and the spiders fit his M.O, but it could be anything. Keep the fire up, bog him down and don't show fear, today he who wins will be he who dared."

His gaze drifted to Winters and the new comer, Raven. " You two know your way around a fight. Spread yourselves out amoungst the milita. Keep the line from buckling. The minute Harry, Flint and Wonder-kid here..." He jerked his thumb in Stuarts direction. " Breach the wall, fight to the breach with everything you've got. The milita are replacable and expendable." sheathing his knife Stranger looked between them. " So...Once more. Harry, your leading Flint and Stuart on demo duty once battle is engaged. Fight your way through or sneak around if you have too. Winters, Raven, Avi, Myself and this heap of waste matter." He jutted his chin out towards Alice. " Are holding the line untill you do what you gotta do." Stranger sighed, lifting hsi goggles and rubbing at his eyes with a gloved hand. " If you wanna quit, walk away from this. The mission and the agency, do it now. I'll have no quarrel with you if you leave now, but if you decide half way through the battle to call it quits, I'll shoot you where you stand. That counts for anyone...I'd expect any of you to do the same to me." Stranger rose and left the pub, leaving those who wished to leave to slip away quietly, those willing to fight would soon follow.

Outside three cars and a truck had been parked in the square, some dozen or so young men with hunting shotguns, rifles and a rag tag array of pistols and melee weapons ranging from old Baskethilt claymores to common kitchen knives stood arrayed, a rowdy mob of hard lads, young and full of pride. " We'll This it? A handful of rag tags with guns stolen from their farmer fathers?" Stranger muttuered to himself, shaking his head. " Blood and honour, its all we ever shed." Placing his hato n his head Stranger jerked his thumb to the truck and the young men loaded up. " Mount up, we're hitting the road." Sliding into a rusty old car, closer to a pick up truck than anything else Stranger started the engine, waiting for whoever was riding with him to mount up and then led the convoy from the village.



Unknown Air Base, Thirty miles from Mission objective.


The old air base was hidden away, and the journey to get there for the two new spookhouse recruits was not a pleasant one. The road was bumpy and the jiourney was taken in the back of a cattle truck with no windows, and only a few notches in the roof for air. It still stank of the pigs that it had been carrying several days before hand. When the truck came to a halt the back doors were opened by two soldiers in Black Watch uniforms who saluted sharply. Song and Roland would find themselves stepping off the truck onto the tarmac of an airfield where a large plane was waiting for them. A hooded and robed figure stepped across to meet them.

Tall, with a closely shaved skull and hollow, gaunt features. The man had a thin line in place of a mouth. Two volcanic blues eyes stared at them from under the hood and while the mans skin was chalk white a black cross had been tattooed onto his face. His outfit cut of leather would bring to mind a monks robes, save that whever their was space a leather sheath with a knife had been strapped. The hilts jutted from the monk like bristles from a hedgehog. " Roland Black, Song. I'm father Kaelin." The priest gave a gentle bow. "Please come with me." The odd mix of English and Hungarian in the mans tone made his accent difficult to understand, but Roland would perhaps fair better than song by merit of having a similer voice.

Strolling to the plane the preist spoke over his shoulder to them. " We at Spookhouse would like to thank you for your assistance. Your actions today will help preserve global peace, and the work of God Almighty." Walking up the cargo ramp to the plane where a pair of soldiers were waiting, Kaelin turned to the planes wall and drew clear an olive drab pair of overalls constructed from something that felt similer to rubber or plastic. " Please, put these on. We'll be parachuting in from quite a height to rendevous with the rest of the team. This will stop the wind chill giving you frost bite." Pulling them on himself Kaelin applied the hose to the air tank strapped about the hip and placed it over his face before moving between the two, placing helping them should they need it.

It wasn't long before the plane lurched into the air and was flying high above the rugged Scottish wildlands. The hoary mountains ancient and indomitable watched their flight with indifference. The jump instructer up front glanced up as a red light turned green inside the jump bay. " Alright... The rigs your wearing are designed for civillian use, all you have to do is watch the light on your harness, when it turns green pull the cord." The instructer moved to each individule, strapping the chute harness on and doing last minute checks before his companion opened the door. Kaelin stepped up to the door first. "Gods luck be with you, Father!" The instructer shouted. " It usually is." Kaelin muttered in reply, making the sign of the cross. A buzzer rang out and Kaelin dropped from the plane like an ejected bullet casing. Waving up Roland the man by the door watched for a few minutes. " Alright, just pull on your cord when the light goes green, go!" Giving Roland a light push to get him started the instructer turned to Song, grinning from ear to ear. " Dinnae worry yer braw wee heid pal." He rumbled, glancing to the green light, the light flickered nd the buzzer rang. " Okay, go!"

Even with the chute opened the ground raced to meet them. For the first few hundred feet the trio would fall from the heavens like exiled angels. Kaelin was the first to pull his chute and the descent slowed, but it didn't feel like it slowed by much. His chute caught fast in a lone tree by the road side and he hung their for a few moments, watching the other two land. Unzipping his jump suit Kaelin drew one of his knives and cut the ropes, the ground rushed to catch him and he grunted, rolling as he landed. " First time I've ever been on a plane." He remarked with something close to amusement, unzipping his jump suit and discarded his gas mask. Resheathing the blade Kaelin glanced skyward. Waving to the plane as if it could still see them. " We wait here...Our ride will be along shortly."

True to his word, the convoy soon rolled up and the lead car stopped, halting those behind. Stranger emerged from the car, grun drawn and leveled on the trio. Kaelin raised his hands. "Gods grace be with you, brother." in the priests hands was a badge with the Spookhouse insignia. Stranger grunted and stowed his gun. " You know as well as I do padre, he dosen't give a fuck about us." The mans eyes were invisible behind the goggles, but his head turned slowly, subtely to the trio. " Report in." He snapped after a moment.

[Orion86]

Raven moved over to the table as Stranger discussed the plan for the attack on the castle. It was going to be a smash and grab attack, using the local Militia that they had formed amongst the locals. The plan worked as long as they could actually blow the walls of the castle and they were able to keep the militia in good order for the attack. No use doing it if it was just them going through the wall, they needed the extra man power to sow some confusion amongst the enemy while they looked for the heart. It looked as if Raven would be working with Winters the American Marine. Raven didn't have a problem with Americans and the Marine Corp was better than most at getting the job done. Raven followed Stranger outside as they saw the militia that had formed up, waiting for them to be taken to the Lairds castle.

Raven turned to Winters,

"Lets say that me and you give these guys a quick talk about what will happen to them if they so much as think about turning tail and running for the hills" A wolfish grin spread across Ravnes face as he spoke to Winters and he saw a couple of the villagers look around nervously as he approached them.

So Byron Baby...What are you going to do...you going to break some necks to make your point...or you going to shove your stick up their as..

Byron turned away slightly and spoke quickly to the voice in his head, "you can bloody well shut up until we get back from the mission".

Raven got onto the truck with the men that he would be commanding, some where making conversation; some had blank at expressions, numb to the terror while others wore that terror on their sleeves and visibly shook where they stood. Raven talked to them and explained in detail what would happen to them if they ran,

"...You had better run far and fast. I will find you and when I have finished you will wish that you had died in the fighting..." he let that hang in the air and waited to see if Winters added anything to his little speech.

After some time the convoy came to a shuddering halt in the middle of no where. Raven jumped down from the back of the wagon and had a look down the line of vehicles and saw that it looked like he was not going to be the only knew addition to the group. He was a little surprised to see that they were being joined by a priest, another mystery man and a young Indian Women. Seeing that they were not under attack Raven returned back to rear of the wagon and continued to smoke his cigar.

[Sorayah]

Jivagita undid her straps and dropped lightly to the ground next to the priest. Dusting off her jumpsuit, she glanced back up at the plane as the priest did. She was still exhilarated, wearing a silly grin on her face. She took a deep breath to calm herself, relaxing her cheeks into a more serene countenance. She had always wondered what it was like to be a bird in flight: now she knew. Of course, she had tried hovering before, but somehow it wasn't the same. That had been less like her own hummingbird efforts than like a falcon careening out of the heavens. She had very much enjoyed it.

The sound of vehicles approaching stole her attention back earthward, and she watched as the lead vehicle of a caravan pulled up in front of them and a man got out. Jivagita studied him as he came closer. He was tall, pale, and muscular, with a shock of brown hair hanging out from under his hat and a large gun in his hand, which he pointed at them in a gesture presumably meant to intimidate. Jiva frowned: she detested weapons of violence. He wore goggles, and she could not see his eyes, but his stature spoke of tension, even hostility. She could feel the same emanations from his mind as he drew closer, though she didn't probe. She had been taught it was rude to read others' thoughts without their permission, and had never done so except at the request of His Holiness, the Dalai Lama.

The man spoke briefly with the priest, and Jivagita had trouble understanding their words. The man's accent was clearly American, but he spoke quickly, and Jiva was still working on her English. Then he turned to her and the other man. “Report in,” he commanded. That much Jiva understood.

“Ji--... 'Song',” she said softly, laying a hand on her chest. She had nearly forgotten her alias, silly since that was essentially what her name meant anyway. Technically, the complete translation was “Living Song,” but she was fairly sure that mattered little to this man. Having identified herself, she turned expectantly to the priest. She had earlier indicated her lack of fluency in English and he had offered to explain her particular skill-set to the team. She waited, ready to give a demonstration, if need be.

[Archangel1]

Kaelin had to admit, jum;ing out of a plane never really lost its kick. It was a heady sensation, fear and excitment rolled into one. In this was to be found the imperfect nature of humans. Humanity strived for peace, but in every soul lurked a spiteful little demon who took pleasure in danger. A great flaw in the design of the human heart. Kaelin fought hard to calm his heart beat. His bright eyes flickering over the group.

The wind picked up, bringing the smell of damp earth with it, as if the wilderness was beckoning the group int othe jaws of their waiting foe. The breeze should have been pleasant, but tasted unusuall sharp, biting to the nose. Fetid with something that had rotted too long in the earth. Stranger wrinkled his nose, casting his eyes over to the woodlands. His head scanning slowly left and right like a security camera.

The asian female was the first to speak up, offering what must have been her full name before she decided against it and offered only 'Song'. Strangers thin lips twitched in irritation, forming something between a sneer and a scowl. " Your not armed." He grunted after a moment, casting his gaze between the three. " This is all the support they can spare? A priest, an eighty pound girl,." His gaze flickered over to Roland. " And that? What can you do?" Stranger sneered.

" What can we do?" Kaelin repeated the question, glancing to Song the priest spoke with a carefully prenounced tone, knowing the girls English was poor, but lacking the knowlage of any other language to speak to her in. " Show him." Drawing one of his many knives Kaelin placed it on the ground infront of Song, standing to one side to let her demonstrate her abilities. " Perhaps you would be best to show him your talents as well, friend." Kaelin remarked softly with a look to Roland, hoping that the small demonstration would earn the three new comers a degree of acceptance within the established band.

[Sorayah]

The strange man seemed unimpressed with Jiva and the other man. His face twisted into a sneer as he looked them over, then spoke rapidly to the priest. She didn't need to speak English very well to know he was insulting them.

"What can we do?" the priest repeated slowly, looking at her pointedly. " Show him." He drew a knife from one of his several holsters and set it gently on the ground before stepping away. She nodded her assent to him, then looked at the other man, gauging his reaction.

She reached out with her mental fingers and gently plucked the knife from the ground, levitating it into mid-air. To most, it looked as if the knife was floating, hovering of it's own power. Only Jiva could feel the pressure of it weighing against her, delicately balanced along the plane of her consciousness. She raised it to shoulder height then paused. She lowered her eyes and allowed the barest hint of a smile to play along her full lips; she knew pride was a fault, but she couldn't help but delight in a new audience (a habit perhaps formed in her days of traveling with the showman who had bought her). The knife began to twirl, spinning and glinting in the gray light like a bauble in a mobile above some infant sociopath's crib. It was moving so fast now it began to keen, sharp blade cutting through the chill air. Suddenly it shot away, flying like an arrow loosed from a bow, skimming the strange man's hat before he could duck and leaving a tiny cleave in the tip of it before embedding hilt-deep in a nearby tree.

“I also hear thought, see future sometime,” she concluded calmly, wincing at the clumsiness of her broken English. Satisfied with her demonstration, Jiva bowed deeply to the hostile man and the priest and stepped back, awaiting a verdict.

[Hulderic Emile Vortex]

Time had no meaning as he fell. The cold bit at him like rabid dogs even through the protection of the jumpsuit. Adrenalin flooded his body, his heart raced, and his mind sputtered as he struggled to not lose consciousness. This was Roland's first jump and despite having mentally braced himself on the plane ride over, he was in no way prepared to face one of his greatest fears. Despite this, after he pulled his chord, the trip to the ground hadn't been entirely unpleasant. It had felt as if the hand of God himself were lowering him to a... relatively gentle landing on the roadside opposite the monk and the girl.

He had been out of his jumpsuit for not even a minute before the convoy pulled up, stopped, and a rather grumpy looking man stepped out and addressed the three.

"Report in," he heard snapped to his little group.

Roland waited, listening to the introductions of Kaelin and Song,

"And that, what can you do?"

Realizing he was being addressed, Roland spoke fluidly, yet quickly, "Leul negru, la dispoziţia dumneavoastră, domnule...?" He returned the man's sneer, however let it break down into a smirk. The thought crossed his mind that he might just get himself shot, so he quickly added, in a strained attempt at an American accent, "Roland Black."

His gaze drifted the man, to Song, to the trucks of young men.
Well, this might be interesting.

[JurassicHole]

Winters paid close attention to all of the orders Stranger had announced to the rest of the group while they were in the pub. The most intriguing part was him being paired with the newest recruit to the group, Raven, which sparked his own interest to see this man with what he expected to be years of experience in action. Stepping outside, he stood beside Raven as the older gentleman made a bit of a speech explaining the mission, as well as lighting the fire of fear to help fade out those who were ready to lay down their lives and those who weren't. Taking a slight step forward, brandishing his M1911, he began to give his own bit of speech as he could tell Raven had left open for him.

"My comrade here is correct, to flee is worse than the horrors we will face! I can see fear in your eyes, but I also see something else in the eye's of each and every one of you! Yes, you! And you! All of you are fed up with the tyranny that has plagued your town for years, so we have come to rid this land of that evil, but we can't do it alone! You are all brave for standing here to show you wish the evil to be gone, but we need courage in the face of danger, in the face of hell itself! Together we are strong, together we can rise victorious, and together we will no longer stand for this "Laird's" vileness! What say you, my friends! What say you!" Winters spoke in a triumphant and rallying voice, knowing that the militia needed the fear Raven had brought them, but also knew they needed inspiration for the hellish battle to come. Among a few calls of agreement and cheers from men who by the tears in their eyes, Winters could tell this is what they've all dreamed of happening.

Turning back to Raven, Winters spoke in a quieter town "They need hope, as well as fear, my friend. Many will die, that I am sure of."

After listening to whatever Raven had to say, he checked his weapons and ammo once more after the militia and the squad had piled into an assortment of trucks, all setting off towards the castle. After awhile, the convoy halted and as far as Winters could tell, Stranger was picking up more operatives. Hmm, more Spook House operatives...well the more the better. he thought as he glanced around the convoy, noticing one young man in particular shaking while he held on to what was more than likely his father's old hunting rifle. Reaching out a hand, Winters placed it on the young man's shoulder giving a firm grip as he spoke.

"Hey, young man, it'll be alright. Don't worry, just keep moving forward and watch the man beside you, as they will be protecting you as you protect them. I've seen my fair share of battles and I promise you we won't lose this day. The Laird will be nothing more than a memory when we're done with him, I promise" Winters said in a comforting yet firm tone, which ceased the shaking in the young man plus bring a bit of an enthusiastic smile to his face. Glancing at the other men, they all nodded with a bit of a smile as he made eye contact with each of them. Glad to see they trust me a bit, but they'll need to be there for each other as well once the fighting begins Winter's thought as he checked his trench knife on his left thigh, adjusting it so once they entered the castle it would be easier to draw.

[Rivvil]

Avi felt quite annoyed right about now. Not only was she in another vehicle, one she wasn’t sure could hold everyone on it, but the body odor of the men, all either very young or old. They all smelt of fear and anxiety.

However the landscapes of Scotland was enough to sooth her down, even when the ride became a bit too bumpy to her liking. She was sure more than once she had been jolted into the air and falling back on the seat hard. Maybe she could have enjoyed the ride more if crows didn’t seem to follow them wherever they went. Crows were truly grim creatures, when a crow was near, death would appear. They weren’t evil by any means; it just seemed the creatures always when something would go terribly wrong.

With the truck on the move, Avi pulled on her reading glasses to view the paper documents she had brought with her. Before leaving town, the midwife whom had made everyone’s breakfast had handed the papers to her, claiming they were very rough sketches of the castle. While they weren’t 100 percent correct, it would leave an idea how the castle was build. Years were not kind to the documents, most of the ink had long ago faded, and pieces of paper had been torn. Still Avi found them useful, especially since she found the rough sketch of how large the castles library was.

Oh the documents the building must have held! Once this Laird was over and done with, Avi would have to remember to find the library and try getting her hands on a few things.

The knowledge he must have held onto!

This thought was what had passed through her head, which made her smile.

As the truck began to slow down Avi glanced up from her reading towards the three standing by the road. From the ride her already loose bun had became even messier from the wind, the red hair seemed to point every way but down. A dark blue blouse and black vest had replaced the white one, which was ruined forever. Avi had traded a few papers of her own for the new clothing which rid her of the lycan blood scent.

Green eyes were glued to the three figures. At first she thought nothing of them, she had even returned to reading the papers. However several things happened which had made Avi feel somewhat clam and collected, and into a wreck.

"Gods grace be with you, brother."

Avi tore her self from the papers to glance back at the group. A priest?! A fucking priest? Her face grew pale; priests knew Latin… they were well educated.. he was dangerous.

Just keep low.

Don’t look at him.

Damn it.

Then, the Asian caught Avi’s attention. She was a child…

Avi climbed off the truck, and made her way to the lead vehicle to stand near
Jóképű's side, her green eyes never leaving the girl and her very impressive gift with the knife. And at such a young age-

“I also hear thought, see future sometime,”

Her heart stopped. Gods damn it! This isn't turning out well..

Still..

She was worried..

"Jóképű? She is just a child.." Her statement wasn't of scorn or rudeness, but instead had a pleading tone. Motherly. Afraid.

She glanced back at Song, "You chose this? Do you understand the corruption involved in everything?" Avi made sure to keep a distance from the girl, still fearful of what could be unlocked in her thoughts and memories. She had seen humans like this girl before. However doing such things well at such a young age impressed her. But..

Just a child..

"Leul negru, la dispoziţia dumneavoastră, domnule...?"

Avi felt her brow twitch. No he didn't just try acting like a smart ass around her.

Think you are all that?

We'll see.

Prick.

Ass.

Bring it.

"Mit gondolsz, te vagy az? Hadd mondjak valamit most, szar arc, próbálja ki inkább, hogy okoskodó cucc és én baszni téged, ember! Ez lesz olyan rossz anyád nem lesz képes reconize akkor a túlvilágon!" In less than a second, Avi's entire demeanor had changed. Her eyes became spiteful, her voice lost all sweetness and had been painted over by harshness, even her skin seemed to burn red. He was romanian, she was almost sure about that. The langrage sounded familiar to her, she had heard it a few times dureing her years. However she never bothered learning it.

This guy was quickly coming up to her shit list.