10th Wave

[tentacruelest]

The cacophony of noise here is growing worse. Stow your bleating, lambs, or I'll cast yeh overboard to fill your jabbering mouths with seawater.


[Never mind that they're not even sailing over water at the moment. Jones can understand English, but is speaking in Scots Gaelic]



[Private to Sylvanas]

If yeh would oblige me a moment, m'lady..? I've something you might like to see.

[Private to Bush]

Yeh've been quiet, Warden. Plotting something?

Comments

[shakenandlimp]

I only speak English, Jones. I haven't got any Scottish.

I wonder, can you understand me.

I wonder, can you understand this. [With some labor and a great deal of care, he plays back the message he has been listening to without turning off his connection to Jones.

A familiar, rumbling voice comes out, in an incomprehensible mash-- incomprehensible to Bush-- of Spanish, English, and Chinese. Riddick's cold sarcasm carries through, however.]


I can't. But an hour ago, this was clear English telling me that you had quarreled with Arthas and killed him.

[Private]

[forsaken_queen]

[She looks confused. Because she is.]

What?

[Of course, she sounds like she's speaking a nordic language suddenly, rather than English.]

[mirabilis]

Whatever that was it didn't sound pleasant.

[ At least tones are universal to any language, and intent. Not that she currently knows that she's not speaking English. Currently? French ]

cw eye scream in hover

[darknessb4me]

Ég er að fara að blikka frysta fingurna og setja þá inn í augun.