Owner	Pose
Morrigan MacIntyre	It's just after nine in the evening in Oakwood Cemetery. A rather picturesque cemetery that was built like a park many, many years ago. Tonight the security had called in to the local authorities that there was weirdness about. They had came out and checked, but had found nothing. So they'd wrote it off as pranks by the locals or the night shift were drunk early. Some mystic and magical people have been keeping a pulse on weird things going on at burial grounds though and they would definitely flag this as a weird occurrence. It is the main building of the cemetery that people are being drawn to this night. OOC: https://i.imgur.com/vO42dzV.jpeg
John Constantine	The tapestry of the world is cut in twain with a sharp, fiery knife that pokes out of thin air and then tears down the very fabric of reality. Through that tear steps out John Constantine, lighting his cigarette and looking over his shoulder. "Come along, luv, if we leave this open too long it's bound t'cause interdimensional issues."
Frank Noble	Grenademan should be here to defend the forces of good against THE FORCES OF EVIL...but he is actually here because a kitten was stuck in a nearby tree and then got some icecream and then got distracted until he senses something...off. Something wrong and hands the ice cream to a surprised but pleased random stranger and says, "This is a Job for...GRENADEMAN!" And heads into the cemetary, expecting Vampires or Zombies or a small indie movie crew violating local zoning ordinances.
Xiomara Rojas	Crush wasn't magical or mystical, but she did have a police scanner to listen for trouble. When she heard the call from the cemetery, or rather heard the report on the police radio, she was one of the first people to grab her coat and head over. She hadn't been in the cemetery for the first strange event, but she had heard about it, and thus there she was, using super long jumps over buildings to arrive at the building.
Meggan Constantine	Stone angels stare sightlessly over the rolling lawns and spectacular examples of mausolea and sculptures. One of those bewinged monstrosities would be reason enough for the golden-haired woman stepping out behind John Constantine to stare hard, almost unblinking. The achievement of a draw in a staring contest with a statue goes to... "Oh, that smells *just* like pie," murmurs Meggan most agreeably. The fire knife kinda does. She levitates slightly off the ground, following the warlock's flapping coattails, rotating to keep her gaze flat on the angel. You /never/ know. She's watching you.
Nick Drago	Mystical bullshit? Weirdness? Well- When it's put that way, once it gets around the channels of the JLD there's a general game of paper rock scissors that occurs and whelp. As the raven flies into Oakwood Cemetary, he's also lamenting about his choices. "Should have gone with paper." The bird mutters as he glides over...Glancing around to see those already gathering. And seeing one who especially stands out in the dim night light, the phantasm alters his course, landing upon Crush's shoulder. "Well this is quite a gathering." Mike's voice comments.
Caleb Dykstra	Guess who's also been having his ears perked for any signs of trouble, ever since that group that came to the cemetery digging for bones. Yes, that's right - Caleb. Finding a spot to sneak into the cemetery, he decides to go this time for where the most logical place for stuff to happen would be - the main building itself. Carrying a duffle bag with stuff - yeah, stuff - in it, he advances towards the building... To find there are others already gathering. Huh.
Richard Stadler	Again, a late night in Troy, New York. Stadler didn't exactly go to many American Legion meetings, but there was a few of the state ones he liked to attend that had a decent amount of food for a very short amount of volunteer hours. Something that Stadler was looking forward to hitting the trail for, before scrolling through his phone app, checking the messages, and just closing his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath, before starting the car, and muttering to himself. "Oh, Rick, we just need a scientist. Someone grounded." He's still grousing as the new (to him) Volvo pulls up to the cemetary itself, as he steps out. He reached behind him to pull the Hi Power from the holster there, pulling the slide back slightly to check for the round in the chamber, before ejecting the clip and checking the ammunition, before slamming it back home, and reholstering the weapon, heading to the gate of the place itself. "Swear to God, I better get something for the next Social Hour out of this."
Richard Stadler	Again, a late night in Troy, New York. Stadler didn't exactly go to many American Legion meetings, but there was a few of the state ones he liked to attend that had a decent amount of food for a very short amount of volunteer hours. Something that Stadler was looking forward to hitting the trail for, before scrolling through his phone app, checking the messages, and just closing his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath, before starting the car, and muttering to himself. "Oh, Rick, we just need a scientist. Someone grounded." He's still grousing as the new (to him) Volvo pulls up to the cemetary itself, as he steps out. He reached behind him to pull the Hi Power from the holster there, pulling the slide back slightly to check for the round in the chamber, before ejecting the clip and checking the ammunition, before slamming it back home, and reholstering the weapon, heading to the gate of the place itself. "Swear to God, I better get something for the next Social Hour out of this."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Those that are near the main building of the cemetery will catch the glimpse of a few people heading in. They are dressed in dark clothing and it isn't hard to follow them really given they are making no attempt to hide. Whoever goes into the building can follow the sounds of talking and the shuffle of feet as they turn into a room that has beautiful stone walls and intricate wooden ceilings. Pews line both sides of the walk up to a raised part of the room where an altar of sorts rests against a bank of large stain glass windows. The floor here in the center is decorated with a large circle and there is a group that are armed with sledgehammers that are trying to break through it. OOC: Longview: https://i.imgur.com/js8egWO.jpeg Circle: https://i.imgur.com/FfSQGMl.jpeg
John Constantine	"Remind me, luv," Constantine says to Meggan as he notes the newcomers with a glance around, "Sledgehammers are not typical night-time fare for cemeteries?" It's not a real question; or rather, it's rhetorical. He takes a long drag of his cigarette. "All right, duckies, who's ready for some fun?" He looks at the others, smiling as he ashes his cigarette, and then waves it in Xiomara's direction. "Tanks first, luv."
Xiomara Rojas	One quick glance is offered to the Raven and a quiet, "Yo Mike, good to see you." The comment about 'going with paper' does raise a brow slightly, but her attention turns back to everyone else who has gathered. "Don't know if ya can hear it, but it sounds like sledgehammer work going on in there," she states then gestures toward the building the people are entering. "We just going in an askin what's goin on," she then asks to everyone, not particularly caring who answers so long as one of them does. "I'm willin ta go in first, deal with who ever has the sledgehammer." As Rick arrives she offers him a nod, not exactly having expected him to show up, but she does smile and add, "Hey Mr. Stadler, good to see you too."
Frank Noble	Grenademan walks in, nodding to those he knows, waving to those who he doesnt. He gets a bit lost at first taking a wrong turn before he eventually ends up in the chamber with the sledge hammering, but after everyone else.
Nick Drago	The bird sees the look and shakes his head. "It's a short story but would spurn questions." He explains, "Maybe later." Likely not later either. As Xiomara starts to sort of mingle with the others, Mike bobs his head to the Constantines. "John. Meggan." He greets from upon his white and black steed of crushing power.
Meggan Constantine	"Not less they're Burke or Hare," Meggan chips in, daring briefly to look askance in case she can spot who brings a hammer and checking for a body-bag or a shovel. The angel hasn't moved at all. Still, her trailing path flits after the smoke that turns to fresh air in her wake. She offers a wiggly wave of her fingers in greeting to anyone obviously not smashing and looting a fancy building that could be a church. Oooh, a fancy steed -- admirable! Mike gets her smile, sunny and warm as a May day. Probably because she's the walking and living embodiment of May, right down to a few hopeful violets blooming around John. "I suppose we could just pop in and check it out. Not too bad if I distract them from what they're up to, right?"
Richard Stadler	LIke it was a damned meet up of Mystery Inc, it felt like, as Rick looked rather put upon walking up to the group. "If I knew we had people rushing into spooky shinangans, I would have kept driving. Do you know how long the drive is down here? Any of you? Two of you fly, and..." He says, cocking his head at John and Megan, extending a hand to each of them in turn. "You, sir, I think I've seen a picture of in the dossiers. I don't think I've met you, ma'am. Stadler." He says, by way of greeting. Crush's comment on sledgehammers gets a nod, and a sweep of his hand. "If you'd be so kind as to take point, Crush, we can hope this is a 20 minute adventure. Good to see you here, by the way. How are classes? Semester coming to a proper close?"
Caleb Dykstra	Caleb approaches the gathering crowd, and offers a wave, "Hi to everyone I know and all the others that I don't yet know." He summarizes, "Word has it someone's been stirring up the cemetery dirt, and by my experience this tends to wake the dead up." He shrugs, "I would be fine with it, but around Christmas a kid made a wish with some trinket, and I ended up having to face zombies - all kinds of them, from 'Thriller' dancers to friggin Dead Space necromorphs -, which messed up my car." He shskes his head, "Not cool. So!" He starts pulling stuff up from his coat, like a three-point foldable sword, a gun-blade. "I like sledgehammer at this time of night. But I mean the song, in karaoke." He takes a deep breath. "Wanna fill me in on the mystery?"
Morrigan MacIntyre	Inside the small sanctuary there are about ten figures dressed in dark colors. Most of them are standing just off to the front of the altar piece that they've pushed back. Not one of them has their faces covered, but thankfully there are no political figures or school teachers among these people. The arrival of others makes a few of the figures stop, they don't have sledgehammers, so this probably means they are supervising. "We'll pay very well for the whole lot of you to just find something else to do while we get through this floor." a blonde lady offers. The sledgehammer folks keep working though and a chunk comes out of the floor, opening up a small black hole in the floor.
John Constantine	Constantine lets... everyone, honestly, go ahead of him. Even his wife. She's way tougher than he is by a _long_ shot. But when the cultists attempt a bribe, John peeks over one of his companions' shoulders. "Luv, you might want to figure out who you're talkin' to before you start trying to figure out yer bribes." He smiles at her. "Justice League. You're under arrest." He can do that, right? He's got a badge? (He doesn't.)
Xiomara Rojas	With Mike along for the ride, Crush gives Richard a nod then heads to the building. Without pausing, she swings the doors open and walks inside. She takes a moment to ascertain who is where, how many there are and what they are doing. Of course it's black robed people, it was always black robed people doing something they shouldn't be doing. She knew jack sheet about magic, but she was still willing to face it if it came her way. "That is so not gonna happen lady," she states bluntly. "Ain't enough money on the planet fer that, I ain't my father." Whether Mike stays on her shoulder or not, she continues forward toward those with the sledgehammers. "Stop whatcha doin, or I'm gonna make ya stop."
Frank Noble	Frank Noble is torn. He doesnt have the slgihtest doubt that these people are evil, but tossing grenades into the middle of a ritual can sometimes make magic worse. In a rare fit of caution, he rolls up his sleeves and starts marching towards the sledgehammerers to proceed to punch if they dont stop....
Nick Drago	Mike glances over to Rick as he protests having to make the commute. "Hey." Mike greets before extending a wing to point out the couple. "John and Meggan." He fills in. He gestures below himself to Crush, "You already know her." A wing then extends towards Frank. "I can't remember his name yet." Spotting Caleb approaching the beak parts open. "... Well it looks like you're not the only one who had to come here by vehicle so- you can probably compare notes with Caleb." And with social hour over and the sledgehammer supervisors now looking their way, he quiets down as Crush comes in. Briefly. "So. Whatcha lookin' for?" The bird calls out to the blonde from Crush's shoulder. Oh yes. That just reinforces the authority John was trying to get... doesn't it?
Meggan Constantine	"Hullo," comes that bright, if brief hello to Richard, along with a light handshake that's not exactly practiced. As English as John's accent is, hers is a bastardized confluence where Celtic tongues snuck in and tackled the Germanic one to the floor, then proceeded to giggle about it. "That's John, I'm Meg, right. Justice League and all that." See! A reason for pride, even as her leaf-green eyes shift away from the people around her to head deeper inside. Oh, how cute! They want to make offers. Meggan flits into the space in Crush's wake, making a vague show of properly walking across the floor that her scuffed-up trainers clear by a proper six centimeters or some. Her smile widens slightly upon hearing those stellar entrances, which means she isn't expected to make one. Except to look pretty, clasping her hands together like she's posing for a damn selfie. And thereby harmless. Sparkly. Useless. All the while, singling out a hammer-holder over here and encouraging a frisson of madcap excitement from the kernels of a thrill, and for another, pivoting his determination around into a thick stripe of anxiety. Her there, curious, just stretch the curiosity much wider, and someone who tastes like chocolatey purpose, she smacks sidelong with incarnadine cherry need.
Richard Stadler	John and Megan get a good nod to both of them when Mike (he assumed that's who the bird was; the other birds he knew talked in different ways). Frank as well. Caleb gets a rather sour look when he moves to pull out the weapon, but it wouldn't do to have anything but a united front between the loose gaggle of Samaritans seeing about stopping some grave robbers.. or... well. Those clothes were not exactly what you'd see on grave robbers, and that is not... an insignificant group. Enough so that he moves to the weapon at his back again, drawing it, and holding it for emphasis on his words. "Honestly, I don't think that the gentleman over there has the power to arrest you... no one does in this group, unless someone here is a statey reservist that I don't know about. I did have a nice rather cheap lunch with a police lieutenant from Albany not more than a few hours ago, so I think we could scourge someone up. But nope, just a bunch of very dangerous vigilantes wondering what you're doing here and recommending that you stop."
Caleb Dykstra	"Heya, Mike", Caleb looks at the raven, smirking. "Nice costume change, far different than the ones you put on stage. Most original I've ever seen to date." Yeah, he's being a smartass, but Mike's a friend. You do that from time to time. He looks at Richard, shrugging at the sour look, "I honestly think they're gonna come in handy, real soon." He looks at the guys with the sledgehammers, and their attempts at bribing. He chuckles. He honestly does. "Look guys, I've had to go through vampires and zombies in goddamn cemetaries and parks because assholes of your caliber somehow managed to wake them up." He proselitizes, "Don't you see the /monumental/ stupidity of what you're doing? What's next, an eldritch horror from another dimension?" "So please... Stop making holes that weren't approved by City Hall. They hate the paperwork just like you'll come to hate the community service." He adds, looking about, "Hmmm, what else am I forgetting? And, oh yes... Justice League." He shrugs, "So, uh... Quit while you're ahead...? No...?"
Morrigan MacIntyre	The blonde gives a look to the man at her side and there is a frown, "Usually they take the money." she whispers to him. Which gives an important clue...folks knew they were here and just got paid off. "I know darling, some can't be bought with money though." he replies to her as he reaches out to pat her shoulder gently. "We're looking for something that is none of anyone elses concern." he states plainly to the group at large. Meggan's work with the emotional string pulling is working a treat, but their 'leader' seems to notice them starting to break off and there is a loud order barked out in dead language. There is a look to Caleb, "Child we aren't trying to raise zombies or vampires. Those are so...early 2000's." he looks genuinely disgusted by the mere suggestion he was doing something so passe! One of the hammer wielding men manage to knock the hole open more, but stops at Meggan's behest. It might e a little too late though... From the rafters there is a creaking before there is an odd whistling that comes from a dark corner. That is before that shadow coalesces and moves, dropping down in the middle of the opposing group in a blink. It is hard to forget the Jackal cowled figure for those who have seen them. "I'd suggest listening to the good people before you start missing limbs." the deep voice states. And there are a few with hammers that decide that it is too crowded and WEIRD to be here anymore and make a run for it!
John Constantine	"Is that bloody Anubis?" Constantine asks with a raised brow and his cigarette hanging from his lips. "Too right, I'm superfluous here if he's around. Who wants a drink? I'll get us started at the pub, shall I?" He looks up at the giant jackal-headed deity, or whatever aspect or avatar of it this happens to be. "Been a bloody while since I seen your mug," he mutters. "All right, all right." Constantine reaches into his coat, and pulls out a rather large handcannon. "Dragon's breath it is." Oh shit.
Xiomara Rojas	Once again, Crush has no idea what is going on, but since the sledgehammer wielding guys started running before she could reach them, she'll run for the hole they made and attempt to cover it. "Don't matter whatcha after, it's not yours to take," she states, and if someone tries to get in her way before reaching the hole, she'll shove them out of the way. No, not with her full strength, but enough to ensure they go flying.
Frank Noble	Frank Noble doesnt fear Gods or Monsters or anything in between; but oddly, the one thing he is NOT is discourteous. The thing here feels evil, looks evil, almsot even smells evil but simply EXISTING and LOOKING evil doesnt make something evil. Defending those who freed it is a good act....which confuses Frank, so while he palms a flashbang grenade, he does not yet attack until he knows for sure if this place is its home or domicile. But he also waits to see if the Jackleman attacks any of the FORCES OF GOOD.
Nick Drago	A wing holds up, the wingtip extendeded like a finger. "In the case of damaging public property, even citizens are allowed to make an arrest and detain the offenders for law enforcement to handle." There's a pause as he hears Caleb's calling out to him. Do not look directly at the kid. Do NOT confirm any of that. He's got the wrong talking bird. Right. HEY LOOK! A DISTRACTION! "Well now you've gone and done it." 'You should have listened to what we said, instead you just summoned a God of the Dead.' Sure it rhymed but being the guy is RIGHT here, there's really no risk of summoning him himself. 'So pick up those feet and get a move on, before he feels the need to get his hunt on.' MIKE! Relax. It's just for some weird intimidation play. It doesn't work when he's Phantasmed. ....right?
Caleb Dykstra	"Well, I see your villainously dismissful cryptic statement and your snobby 'valley girl' comeback, and I'll raise you an Egyptian god of the dead giving you the fair warning that this is way above your paygrade, and it's not gonna end well", Caleb comments. Looking at Anubis, he asks for confirmation (if he's even acknowledged), "It's not gonna end well, is it?" He tightens his grip on that sword and gun-blade of his, looking over the corner of his eye to the ones who haven't yet left the premises...
Meggan Constantine	"Bit of a fancy shell for him." Concentration on Meggan's face deepens as targets work against her efforts, scalpel rather than the blocky hammer. Lessons to be learned for later. Her shoulders twitch higher in a graceful shrug, accepting that someone chooses to continue their messy work. "They just had to go and knock a hole in a pretty floor. Anyone up to popping a plug in?" It's just a guess of what to do when people are pulling weapons and knocking shit about. Birds and gunmen -- hello, Frank, she at least feels him -- are secondary to the focus she turns on the jackal. Her loose-limbed posture shifts slightly as she turns to meet the icon of golden darkness, a fair bit taller than she was a breath before before. Trick of the light except it isn't, as the mortal guise around her simply isn't really there. Mike has the benefits of phantasms; John illusion; but hers is a seal breaking, flesh augmented by the divinity raging within. Her pointed ears slant back, blazing green eyes filled by spring's fire corner to corner. "Respectful greetings, the long shadow of Ienpw, <<Ruler of the Nine Bows>>, who is the unexpected guest in the wood of the nht." Her blithe voice has strangely little problem weaving around ancient Egyptian. "The youngest daughter of the Great Lady, she who wore the shape of Nut to shape the Heliopolitans and Neith to bring green to the Nile, asks you why you are here, honoured one. Not violence, surely?" She smiles with all the warmth of spring, like Crush embodies violence and Caleb a sharp tongue, and John... Of anyone other than Annie, he's probably feeling the verdant green wave of energy thrust straight into the ground to prove her claims.
Richard Stadler	Zombies? Vampires? How much was Caleb dealing with? For that matter, how in the hell did any zombie /actually/ work? A brief distraction as there was a leader giving orders. Rick's weapon raises to point at the man. A precautionary measure when someone was communicating to the people them next to them, and that they should simply walk away. Then there's a dropping dog from the rafters... someone familiar, and it was enough to break this group's morale... what they had of it. Rick moves to lower his weapon again, looking over to Constantine as he pulls out a rather... large weapon Rick's as equally disapproving of as Caleb's sword. "Let's... They're broken, it looks like, and I'd rather not kill anyone today. Crush. Crush, if you could make sure to take at least one of them conscious." He says, watching as they move to scatter to their entry point. The familiar way that that some of them talked to each other... some family members, perhaps? What in the hell was going on here lately?
Caleb Dykstra	"So, this night is not gonna be good for you, those who haven't fled in fear", Caleb states. "Now, I got... A sword, a gun with a blade attached to it, a few more things on me, this big bag of tricks with enough stuff that properly placed none of you would've made it down here in one piece - watch out for that C-4, it's a doozy, I always say -, and I can get really creative with what I got around me." He looks at the Constantines, "I don't know what they can do, but I'm betting in their decks, those are their 'two's." He looks at Crush. "Want a punch all the way to Ryker's? She's your flick girl." He looks at them, "Give up. Just... Give up." Shrug, "Or don't. Personally, I could use the practice."
Morrigan MacIntyre	The mask wearing individual gives a nod to John and Meggan, "It has been awhile since I have seen either of you." they state. "But it seems that are fellows are going to make a run for it, we'll have to speak another time." they add as the people scatter. Then Meggan is talking and there is a chuckle, "Greetings to you. Not violence, no. Preservation. One of my duties is protecting graves and cemeteries." they state. 'Anubis' moves to reach into the hole that was made and isn't going to be rude to Xiomara, "I need to move the item that they are trying to get to for all of our safety." they comment to them. If access is granted they'll make quick work of hopping down into said hole and grabbing the stone box from underneath the floorboards. But a gauntlet wearing hand pops a 'THUMBS UP' to Caleb. All the while the grunts of the 'cult' scatter and the 'leaders' each in turn cast rather quick teleportation spells to get out of dodge. Leaving their lessers to deal with the consequences. At least for now. Anubis hops back out of the hole and gives a bow of their head to the group, "My Lord sends his gratitude, but for now, I have to get this back to him. Be safe in your travels." the being bows their head and then...just steps sideways into nothingness. Now all that is left is to round up the grunts and give them to the police...or whatever they want to do with them!
John Constantine	John watches the shit hit the fan and the cultists starting to teleport out,a nd given his wife and a few other heavy hitters are here, he lowers his Dragon's breath pistol and takes a long drag of his cigarette, looking disappointed. He lifts the pistol and nods at it, sniffling. "I know, luv. I know. _Some_ day."
Xiomara Rojas	"I ain't gonna stop ya, less they say I should," Crush says as she indicates the others, John, Meggan, Richard... she seems to take her lead from them. "They don't got a problem, I don't got a problem." Keep one conscious. She heard the request and nodded. She was all prepared to shove as many of them as she could into the walls and let them fall down, but Richard needed at least one conscious. Whatever it was that might be in that hole, and the hole itself became second priority since dog face claimed it. Since she really wanted to, she shoved one toward a wall as she grabbed another with a quick, "I ain't got a pokeball, so ya comin with me as is. Mr. Stadler wants some words with ya." The person might struggle, might try to fight back, might hit her a few times, but that doesn't stop her from throwing them over her shoulder, the one without the raven, and start to walk back toward the others.
Frank Noble	Frank Noble was not going to attack given that this was his domain, but if Anubis didnt protect the minions, then that defaulted to their earlier position of breaking the law and messing with powers they didnt understand to the risk and detriment of others...he tosses a grenade, but dials it down to minimum blast radius and 2-3 of the remaining minions are likely traped in Oxygenated crystal as hard as steel.
Meggan Constantine	"Lovely sort, no?" Meggan claps her hands together in a most happy gesture, seeing that nothing's gone to Hell or back. "A shadow of Anubis, one chosen to act on his behalf. That's probably the easiest way to describe it. Everyone's a bit different and some don't need a chap to intercede or be their right hand or something. Then you've got others like the Juggernaut." The lilting bells of her laughter aren't actually metaphor; that shimmering quality defies easy description except for a peal. "Oh, I like you!" This, to Crush. "I hope he asks good questions." John's disappointment gets him a blown kiss and a pat for a tissue she doesn't actually have. Sharply defined, surreal features -- the reason her lesser cousins get called the Fair Folk -- shift back into their allowable human mask, albeit for those pointed ears. She drops to the ground and offers her arm to him, possibly to shove him out of the way if anything Frank threw comes back out of the hole. "Ach da, that'll take care of things."
Caleb Dykstra	One of the robed men actually tries to escape going /through/ the kid that's been the epitomy of diplomacy itself (maybe!), but as he prepares to ram through Caleb, this one dodges and spins, actually using his his hand to stab him with the gunblade tip, and actually /fire/ one of those bullets of his right into his buttock! *GASP* Oh, no! What has Caleb done?? But the guy falls flat on the ground, moaning, and you can see a dart sticking out of his ass. A sleeping dart. "Toldja!"
Nick Drago	Well as the crushing force of a pale skinned woman comes forth upon one of the cultists, the bird upon her shoulder ends up leaping off her shoulder. Which makes sense. Sudden movements can startle birds an- Well that can't be right. The raven's leap has led into a glide towards another cultist. Wing stretched out before the concentrated force spread along the wing works to clothesline the poor person. As the Cultist falls to the ground, the bird does a quick loop, before the forms shifts to something a bit more human. The hood miraculously stays in place A gloved finger sternly points to the fallen form. 'From you tonight not another peep. Until dawn, have a nice sleep." As the man's head thunks onto the ground, the figure straightens up, "Hmm. I've been having to use that one quite a bit recently."