Snippet #2701722

As Noel sat himself down, there was a surly coldness that iced up the soul that began to snake around the area. Although the area was stained by death and destruction, this chill was different, supernatural even. Noel may remember this from a while back. Then again it was impossible, surely? Nonetheless it continued as out of the darkest shadows a pale young woman appeared dressed in an old Leather Jacket and with shotgun over her shoulders, while a dagger was in hand, "My ah me, noel ding-a-lin'. oyt av al' fucks in dis area oi did not imagine oi wud clap yisser grotty wan again. den again, scon are wan ter spake after al' oi wus supposed ter be dead."

Her name was Renny, a banshee and not the noble kind, psychopathic and sadistic she was dangerous one and also meant to be dead. Though despite her rather pallid features she seemed at this point very much alive, "I guess yer are wonderin' 'oy scon are al' Jesusin' it up. turns oyt bein' a spirit an' al' oi don't die permanently oi cum back better than ever an' able ter take me vengeance. or 'eaven cud not stan' me voice seem for 'ell. oi don't 'av any feckin idea in truth. but, scon are alive an' yer are in a place av death... so ye suddenly into necrophilia or waaat?"

That was it in truth, Renny accent despite living out of Ireland for damn near a century or more had never left, leaving it very difficult to understand her unless you were used to it. Some suggested it was spite and her being a bitch. Nonetheless she approached over to Noel smirking with those dark eyes, "So whatever ever 'appened ter ol Dullahan? we still a ban' or waaat? oi miss de thrill an' 'onestly sum av yer weren't entirely 'alf-bad."

"My oh my, Noel ding-a-ling. Out of all fucks in this area I did not imagine I would see your grotty one again. Then again, I am one to speak after all I was supposed to be dead."

"I guess you are wondering how I am all Jesusing it up. Turns out being a Spirit and all I don't die permanently I come back better than ever and able to take my vengeance. Or Heaven could not stand me voice same for Hell. I don't have any fucking idea in truth. But, I am alive and you are in a place of death... So are you suddenly into necrophilia or what?"

"So whatever ever happened to Ol Dullahan? We still a band or what? I miss the thrill and honestly some of you weren't entirely half-bad."