Loki
Crew of the Wayward Son
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Oct 11, 2016 21:17:46 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Oct 11, 2016 21:17:46 GMT -8
Dash appeared once more in the calming mists of harmony after his foray into Loki's adventures or perhaps misadventures, he felt better almost immediately, a voice sounded behind him and spoke. "Is it done?" Kel'an whispered, Dash turned and nodded not speaking as Sonin who was standing with Kel'an nodded. They seemed ill at ease. "Are you sure it is wise? Leaving Loki with the like's of Matngo and Master Alora?" Sonin said in his quiet baritone. Dash merely sighed at Sonin and walked towards the two. "He is changing." Dash said with a frown. "Why is it so hard for you two to accept?" Dash said sternly. "Gee, I don't know Dash, because he killed us?!" Kel'an said a tad hotly to the taller Zabrak. "I mean he's the reason we are here, and not out in the galaxy fighting this new menace or helping Zalor and the oth-" Dash held up a hand and Kel'an was silenced. "I have made the choice, and fate is doing its job, only time will tell if he is redeemed...Vader did terrible things, but he too found redemption in the end." Was all Dash said, the conversation continued for some time, as they wandered through Harmony, it was endless it was peace, but for these three Jedi, peace was hardly on their minds....
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Loki
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Oct 16, 2016 9:40:13 GMT -8
Post by Loki on Oct 16, 2016 9:40:13 GMT -8
Dash turned around, and looked at his former student, he seemed distant. In the vortices of Harmony other shapes wandered and talked, laughter could be heard, but for these three, there was no humor, they has found each other here, and had begun their mission of saving their own murderer. What a world. They were dead, they no longer belonged in the affairs of the living. But perhaps that was the wrong way to look at it. They were in the force, one with it really each of them. And the force contained every aspect of life, and death, and all things in between. "Kel'an." Dash said. "How do you feel about this?" Dash said waving his arms around into the expanse that was Harmony. Kel'an looked around a bit, and seemed to think deeply, his blue black hair, and scars still there. "Restless.." Was all he said, looking over his shoulder at Sonin. "What about you, sully?" Kel'an asked the quietest of the trio, hell Sonin was the most silent person he had ever met, and it was no surprise that Sonin nodded in agreement with Kel'an. Dash nodded as he turned and kept walking forward. "The others here, have found peace...yet it alludes us. I fear this may send us to Chaos..." Dash said quietly, at the mere mention of Chaos harmony seemed to ripple and flow. Then it subsided. How a single word could have that effect couldn't be explained.
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Zalor Anneri
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There will be justice for Theed. Trust my anger.
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Oct 22, 2016 18:53:52 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Oct 22, 2016 18:53:52 GMT -8
Loki had little thought Anna, he heard the words spoken by Kaja, and he sneered, but then stray lightning hit him, then it arched through and more hit him, some missing, but now it had a connection. Loki dropped to a knee, he was weaker than he thought. He growled as he stood, his cybernetic began flickering and smoking, then it flashed and popped. As the lightning crackled around himself and still concentrated on Anna, Loki struggled as he stood, he stumbled but kept his footing, with a snap hiss, his saber ignited. More lightning arched towards Loki, it was the hottest he had felt, white hot searing and painful, it bypassed his pain receptors, it was thought it was alive with Kaja's very hatred. It was dark and vile. Loki raised his hand, and sent a blast of his own lightning at Kaja, but with his cybernetic eye it went wide of Kaja, as lightnig from Kaja's arched with it, causing apart of the pathway to explode behind Kaja, splinters flying through the air, now the others would be alerted, but the world was dark.
Loki took a few steps forward. "KAJAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He bellowed, and another blast went wild, another patch of ground exploding in a plume of dirt and bush, Loki took antoher step and stumbled as more lightning arched and slammed him to his knees. He screamed in pain, the sound building, becoming higher pitched, Loki clambered to his feet, all sense of decorum lost as his robes flashed, flames catching them now He held up his hand, lighting arching from his finger tips, lightning catching his left side, burning searing, damaging skin no blade could touch. He could see nothing but Kaja's blur, blackness was settling in, as he raised his saber, ready to toss it at Kaja's outstreached hand, he stood the scream dying as his voice died, trailing off into the void, though it was louder for sure than anything else for miles and it left a ringing in ones ears. Although, in the galaxy proper, the scream could only be heard for miles, in the Force, it was heard throughout the galaxy.
Barask and Andaar Anneri, two giants, two former Jedi from days gone by, Zalor's grandfather and alpha ancestor, respectively, watched the scene play out in Lake Country of Naboo.
When Barask, the younger of the two, saw Loki rush to defend the small seer, he was satisfied. He didn't change his expression of intent observation, but his voice spoke satisfaction.
"Zalor was right after all."
Andaar, the Jedi Battlemaster from the Old Republic, turned to Barask with a confused look on his face. "Right about what?"
Now, Barask turned to Andaar with a warm grin on his face, his arms folded in relaxation. "That no one is beyond redemption. Not even from the darkest darkness." Barask pointed at the figure of Loki, desperately trying to shield himself from Kajasectus's Force Lightning. "See how he throws himself at his adversary, with nary a thought for his own well being. Six years ago, he wouldn't have thought twice to let the girl die." Barask resumed his relaxed pose, as his grin grew wider. "What do you make of that, Battlemaster?"
Andaar was silent for a moment. The Battlemaster merely turned and watched the scene unfold further. Finally, the Battlemaster spoke... "I see a lost sentient being, still fumbling about in the darkness, trying only to protect that which he needs from the girl, not the girl herself. Whose to say once he needs her no longer, that she would see her die then?" Andaar then turned toward the armored figure of Kajasectus and pointed towards him. "I also see a being holding firm to the Dark Side of the Force, one that the galaxy would be better off rid of. I see no signs of repentance in him. What do you make of that, Consular?" Andaar's tone and choice of words seemed to mock Barask's earlier optimism.
Barask merely chuckled, in his usual jolly fashion, seemingly not the least bit offended by Andaar's retort, although he was, truthfully, disappointed in his ally and brother in the Force. "You fail to see my point, Andaar. Your arrogance serves you ill once more. This is Loki we're talking about, not Kaja." Barask faced towards the scene once more, his confident smile not fading in the least. "Vos was right to come to Zalor. To get the boy back on his feet."
Andaar turned to face Barask, and he let out a small sigh in confusion. "Even if Zalor truly wanted to resume his path to his Jedi destiny, which we both know he doesn't - what makes you think that he, as pure in the light as he is, will be the key to Loki's redemption?"
The bearded Consular turned to face Andaar once more, this time, his smile faded and his face became far more solemn. He began to speak with conviction, as if revealing some great truth. "Because, my friend...the fates of the entire galaxy might very well depend on it. Matango and his crew must succeed in their quest, and if they are to do so, Loki must be committed to seeing its completion, even if he so chooses to embrace the Dark Side in spite of it. And I believe, with all my heart, that Zalor can help keep him on track."
Barask turned to Theed, where he saw Zalor with Tanara. He could tell that Zalor was conflicted, and he pitied his grandson. "And besides - the boy needs this as much as Loki does. Zalor needs to see that he can still make a difference in the galaxy - in spite of his fears, in spite of his depression and failures. Zalor and Loki need each other. They don't know it yet, but they need each other."
Andaar looked from Zalor to Loki, back to Zalor once again. He didn't hold as much faith in Zalor as Barask did, but he lifted his chin and began to nod, seeming to finally agree with Barask. "I hope you're right about this, Barask. I really hope you are."
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Aerandir Calmcacil
The Jedi Order
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Oct 23, 2017 1:02:45 GMT -8
Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Oct 23, 2017 1:02:45 GMT -8
*The dusty valley faded to white and was soon replaced by yet another scene. For a moment, Aerandir wondered if he had lost the semblance of control he'd managed and was again looking into Tython's distant past, but no... This was a completely new scene. Impossibly green grass, the clearest blue sky imaginable, silver oak trees with shimmering gold leaves, all painted with an ethereal light...
His eyes opened, his physical vision as clear as the imagery in his mind. He looked about, gauging his new surroundings even as the crystal continued to hover before him. Everything felt light here... in multiple senses of the word. It was the purest setting he had ever visited; in fact, it was comparable to the feeling of Ashla's pure flow. And his movements felt weightless, undeterred by mundane chains.
Silver trees... Bright green grass... His eyes widened—*"Michael?!" *He whirled around to face a group of familiar individuals, but he only registered the boy with sandy blond hair and hazel eyes, garbed in an ornate set of white-and-silver robes.* "Jamie..." *The boy stared back in disbelief, after a moment starting to shake his head slowly.* "No... you can't be here... You can't! Not yet!" *Not once in his life had Aerandir ever heard panic in the child's voice; it struck an instinct deep within him and he strode forward to kneel before the boy with a hand on his shoulder.* "Don't worry, I'm alive," *he assured him gently. With a nervous smile, he added,* "I'm pretty sure, anyway. I was on Tython meditating, and, well..." *He hadn't even entirely been sure if this was all real, and yet he reacted as though it were. As though Jamie had never...
The boy stared back at him a moment longer with shimmering eyes before throwing his arms around Aerandir's neck. Aerandir returned the embrace, tightly holding onto his Jamie, and for a moment he entertained the notion of never letting go. Tears formed in his eyes and he didn't bother to resist, letting them fall to the ground.*"I'm so sorry, Jamie," *he choked out.* "I never should have taken you with me. We were underprepared, and—" "But you would have died!" *Jamie interjected. He pulled free of the embrace, looking at his former Master with glistening eyes.* "No one would've protected you, and, Michelle and Belle-Belle wouldn't have a brother, and, and Morgan..." *Selfless, even after death. Aerandir allowed a smile, but it faded shortly after as he lowered himself to sit upon the ground, now not even looking at the boy.* "I thought I'd made peace with that fact," *he said, voice steadier.* "But... knowing where this is, knowing you're here instead of living a fulfilling life..." *It was Jamie's turn to put a comforting hand on his own shoulder shoulder.* "Sometimes the Force has a different purpose for us. We may not like it, but it worked out for good, didn't it?" *He looked up into the face of his Padawan—his brother—and saw only an encouraging smile there. It was this smile more than the words that healed him, allowing him to smile in return.* "As good as it could be, all things considered." *Jamie's smile grew wider and he sat down on the ground beside him. Aerandir put an arm around him, holding him close.* "Sorry I never visited sooner." "That's okay," *Jamie reassured him, the sincerity palpable.* "Morgan said you had a lot to do." "You could say that. You could also argue I'm just not as gifted as she is, an argument I'd fully support." *His eyes now clearer, he became aware of the decoration over Jamie's heart: Two locks of hair, one dark, one golden. Aerandir reached out with a single finger, gently stroking both before withdrawing the hand.* "There's the proof. Came here not once, but twice, and even brought a friend with her the second time. Granted, she had a bit of help... I don't have nearly the same kind of help she does." *And then it dawned on him.* "Or didn't..." *Jamie tilted his head.* "What's up?" *Aerandir looked towards where the crystal hovered. Without further movement, he willed it to his location so that it levitated before himself and Jamie. As he studied it closely, he realized that it no longer appeared as a solid color, but as a small nexus of shining energy.* "Well, you see... I'd been working on a little side project for a while. This is a crystal, even if it doesn't look like one here, one I found on Dantooine. Dantari, said to reflect the alignment of its owner, as well as granting a boost in recovering one's energy. I took it upon myself to journey with it across the galaxy, to many places steeped in the light side of the Force, and meditate upon it in each location. Like I said, I was on Tython, and it seems there I completed my journey..." *Hazel eyes widened.* "And now you're stronger in the Force?!" "Seems that way," *Aerandir answered with a nod.* "Everything became so much more clear as I progressed, and I've felt calmer than I ever have in my life. I still have a lot of work to do, but now Ashla is truly on my side." *Jamie grinned.* "That's awesome!" *Aerandir smiled.* "I'll admit it, it is." *As Jamie laughed, Aerandir finally decided to take notice of the group the boy had been with, all dressed in similar ornate garments. And now he almost felt rude, for he recognized nearly every single face before him. There were many children, but more prominent were the adults with them. All of them were former members of the Temple on Deralia, slain by a traitor. He grimaced, both at his disregarding of them and at the thought, before standing, giving a short bow.* "Sorry, guess I should've been paying more attention." "You needed your moment," *said a woman. She was tall and of fair hair and skin, with near-white eyes that penetrated the soul, and yet her presence exuded calmness.* "All of us understood this." *Aerandir only silently nodded, his feelings highly conflicted over the nature of this reunion.* "Thank you." "Aerandir, you needn't worry about us," *spoke a human male.* "It's unfortunate, but it cannot be changed." "I know that, Tom, but still a little regret can't be helped." *Aerandir frowned, sighed, then continued,* "None of you deserved this. Jacob must be stopped." "'Jacob'?" *Jamie repeated. Aerandir turned to face the boy, whose brows were furrowed as he asked,* "Master Forman? But why?" *Aerandir glanced back at Tom Mark and Artura, noticing the shocked and now regretful looks on their face.* "... you didn't tell him." *When they shook their heads, Aerandir looked upon the boy once more, explaining,* "Jacob fell to the dark side. He's become a vengeful monster who must be stopped." *Jamie's eyes widened and he jumped in place at the revelation.* "That's horrible! Why?" "Pettiness. There's no other reason." *He took a deep breath and then sighed.* "I've yet to see him face-to-face since this war began, but when I do, I would like to attempt to reason with him. I'm not confident, but I'd like to try. Failing that..." *Jamie frowned, clearly disturbed at this news.* "He never seemed petty," *he stated, gaze falling to the ground.*"He was a stickler for the rules," *Aerandir explained calmly, banishing prejudice from his tone.* "Always adhering to the letter of the law rather than the spirit. He only thought objectively; it was rather machine-like. For that, we eventually removed him from the Council. Sometime after that, he simply left without a word. He came back wrong." *Jamie had looked back up during the story, still looking disappointed. Then his eyes found his fellow former Deralia Jedi and they widened.* "He killed his friends?! How could he?!" "Pettiness," *Aerandir repeated, his hand finding the boy's shoulder again. Then he smiled at him.* "But worry not, I'm on the case." *He then looked at Tom Mark and Artura questioningly.*"I figured it would be best not to worry him," *Tom explained promptly.*"You're all here. That's already cause for worry." "But you're still alive!" *Jamie exclaimed.* "That... That's perfect! That's all I needed to know!" *His insincerity was evident; clearly he did care about the state of his allies and wished they weren't here. Indeed, he was mortified to see Aerandir here at first until he learned he wasn't dead. Despite this, Aerandir again only smiled.* "Jake reminds me of you, ya know." *Jamie frowned immediately.* "But he sounds nothing like me." *... right.* "Unfortunate name similarities. Jake is my son. Morgan's twin, actually." *The boy's eyes widened again.* "She has a twin brother?! How come she didn't tell me?" *Aerandir chuckled.* "Probably because the first time you saw her, they hadn't met yet. They were separated in infancy; reunited not long after she first met you, actually. And from what I can tell, when she came a second time with Michelle, they were more focused on you than themselves." *Jamie thought about it a moment before nodding.* "I guess that makes sense. What's he like?" "Sweetest little boy you'd ever meet. Well, possibly aside from you. He's super caring about everyone around him, though he's especially protective of his sister sometimes. He's training as a healer, actually." *Jamie smiled and nodded again but didn't reply; it was clear he agreed that it sounded similar to himself but he didn't want to verbally agree, lest he seem boastful.
Aerandir smiled and patted his shoulder, then looked to one of the other adults present. A younger one, with dark brown hair and green eyes. With a more serious expression, he regarded the young man with a nod.
The latter returned the nod, asking,* "How's Joey." *Aerandir set his jaw a moment.* "He's not taking it well. He blames himself. He's been doing his best to get over it and regain his focus so that he can be of use against the First Order, but it's slow going." *The young man considered this a moment before nodding.* "Please tell him I'm with my pal Jamie now, and he shouldn't worry about me." *Aerandir nearly choked up again as he realized the notion of the two young friends being reunited once more, even if one was much older now. But he maintained his composure, replying,* "I will, Damian." *Addressing the entire group before him, he added,* "I will right their wrongs, and stop such heinous crimes from being carried out ever again." *To his surprise, the awed children of various ages took this as an invitation to swarm the man, whom they all addressed as "Master Calmcacil" and began to ask him various questions. A lot of them were very similar, pertaining to what he had been doing outside of Deralia, and even asking if certain stories of his endeavors were true—some of which exaggerated. Others still asked why he had left, seeming disappointed but more so that he had gone at all rather than he hadn't been there to protect them. Some even asked what he was planning on doing next.
Their reactions and attitudes awed him; every single one of these children, from small to older, had very much experienced gruesome final moments. And yet here they all stood as though this were a simple trip. It seemed they weren't all that bothered and were simply happy to be here together, though some did lament that certain surviving members of the temple were no longer with them.*"Excuse me," *he spoke when he had seemingly satisfied their curiosities before stepping off to the side, looking away from them.
A frail-but-firm hand gripped his shoulder, Artura asking,* "What ails you?" "This is the kind of peace I strive for," *he answered.* "Where no one is under danger of some imminent threat, where there's no worry other than what to do with the current day. Harmony is a reflection of what all Jedi swear to uphold and to protect. I knew this but I could never have imagined what it was actually like. To be here... and to be one of few who can take this experience back to the land of the living..." "Then it is your goal." *When he looked upon her, she was smiling.* "Take this peace with you and give it to the galaxy. Don't worry about us here. One day we will all be reunited, won't we?" *Artura always had a talent for calming the nerves and reassuring the uncertain. Smiling back at her, he nodded.* "Ashla's path brought me farther than I ever expected. But you're right, the road's not over yet. I have a job to do." *He turned towards Jamie, who had seemed to recognize the statement as an announcement that he had to leave. Still smiling, he opened his arms to the boy.* "Don't fret, Jamie. I suspect we'll meet again; trust me though, I don't want to leave so soon either." *The boy shook his head as he entered his brother's embrace.* "No, I understand. I'm just... so glad to see you..." *Aerandir tightened the embrace.* "And I you." *He looked upon the glimmering essence of his crystal that had inexplicably followed him to this plane.
... there was one last thing that needed to be done.*"C'mere," *he invited, breaking the embrace and approaching the light. He sat down in front of it, gesturing for Jamie to do so opposite him. Aerandir held up his hands; Jamie took them.*"What are you doing?" *Jamie asked.*"What we're doing," *Aerandir corrected,* "is one final meditation. The crystal may not be physically present, but its essence is. Jamie, I'll always carry your memory with me, but through this... I'll carry much more." *Jamie perked up and nodded, needing no more explanation and eagerly asking,* "What do I do?" *Smiling, he answered,* "Close your eyes." *He waited for Jamie to comply before doing so himself.* "Now, reach out to me through the Force..." *Almost immediately, he felt Jamie's spiritual contact. Aerandir returned it, the feeling incredibly natural, like a missing puzzle piece had just been filled. He held onto this feeling tightly, even as his hands gripped possessively over the boy's.* "Now, the energy before you... focus your thoughts and feelings into it. Let them fill it..." "Right," *Jamie replied, complying with little effort.
Aerandir's presence met with Jamie's inside the nexus of the crystal's energy, melding and channeling back to the two of them. For several moments, their souls felt as though one, blending and merging into the collected power that hovered before them. Memories... The day Aerandir met Jamie, when he took the boy under his wing and first brought him to the Temple... his first lessons, his close relationship with the then-toddlers Michelle and Annabelle... He was family to them all. Family that had been taken too soon... But his sacrifice had never been in vain. It only pushed Aerandir harder, first ensuring the defeat of those responsible for the boy's death in the first place, and now a new foe whose defeat was necessary for the sake of the galaxy's own security. Those memories, that determination, that sacrifice... all of it became exemplified and personified in the midst of the energy before them.
And then the meditations ended. Both of them opened their eyes, gazing upon the pure white energy before them.
Then Jamie got to his knees, shuffling to the side before throwing himself at Aerandir once more.* "You can do it, Michael," *he said, his own voice finally shaky.* "You can stop them." *He pulled away, smiling, ethereal tears trickling down his cheeks.* "You'll save the galaxy." *One last time, Aerandir put a hand on the boy's shoulder, his own eyes clear, a steady smile on his lips.* "I'll have help." *Jamie wiped his eyes but nevertheless continued to smile. Aerandir stood, the crystal's energy raising higher. He turned to the gathered group, giving them a slight bow, saying,* "I hope to see you soon, but in the meantime, I've got a job to do." "Don't forget to tell Joey what I said," *Damian reminded him.
Aerandir nodded.* "I will." *The children all bid him a farewell, which he returned. He gave a bow and a farewell to the Masters present before turning to Jamie one final time. There were no more words, for none were needed. The two stepped forward, embracing as brothers one final time, for one final extended moment... Then, the silence sustained, Aerandir turned from them, not looking back as his essence returned to Tython...*
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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May 24, 2018 20:59:32 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 24, 2018 20:59:32 GMT -8
Then feet fell Soft and Steady onto the soil of Place of Eternal Peace. Boland relaxed holstering his weapon then falling to the left of Maureen gently taking her other hand. Soft soothing music touched upon sensitive ears. Peace and Tranquility surrounded them. Scholars read, Knights jousted and All and Everything in between. The girl muttered
-Maureen-
“Can we stay awhile?”
A table manifested out of thin air laid out with food and drink. The Raven sat at the top of a seat And so they sat quietly enjoying the Peaceful Easy Feeling. Morrígu followed and the girl took a seat across from her. Morrígu delicately filled a plate setting it under the nose of a hungry child. Maureen strode into it with a vengeance. Boland looked about and it passed his mind how people in a desperate battle to acquire peace lost the whole notion as they violently rained blows down upon their fellow man striving to achieve such. He shrugged it off relaxing... in peace
Maureen stopped suddenly asking
-Maureen-
"We're dead aren't we?"
As Boland tried to avoid the question Morrígu answered fast and short
-Morrígu-
"Just eat your food."
Receiving a simple mundane order, among the most effective form of responses to earth-shattering philosophical questions, Maureen with a shrug returned to eating. Eyes falling on her trunk Morrígu's eyes narrowed. It would appear that in the Netherworld one did not need to worry about packing. She sighed noticing a glass of red wine in front of her. She took a long drink, set it down and lit a cigarette. She could hear the girl feasting, as her eyes fell on Boland. The Raven she could feel sitting still and silently observing. They had time, nothing but. Strangely time meant nothing here. Boland strangely brought that very point to a head. Looking at a pocket watch then deftly dropping it back into chest pocket he spoke
-Boland-
"Times a wasting, we might not want to dally...."
Morrígu struck back like a snake, choking slightly on the ironic venom of her words
-Morrígu-
"To be sure, we might well wither and grow old!"
Following the censure, she laid out their path
-Morrígu-
"We'll rest our feet a stretch then decide where to go next."
Boland nodded in agreement as The Raven solemnly observed
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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May 25, 2018 18:08:43 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 25, 2018 18:08:43 GMT -8
Boland sat toying with a pistol, eyes watching all around them. The Raven too passively watched. Morrígu conversed casually with Maureen, smoothly investigating
-Morrígu-
"Was the food good dear?"
The girl now engrossed scribbling on a piece of paper with crayons answered
-Maureen-
"It was nice."
Morrígu chin up slipped in subtly
-Morrígu-
"Do you remember how you came here?"
The girl responded
-Maureen-
"Most decidedly."
Struck by the way Maureen framed her answer Morrígu fast regained her form
-Morrígu-
"Would you lik...."
Maureen cut her off saying flatly
-Maureen-
"I can tell you what I know."
The woman smiled
-Morrígu-
"Please do."
And the little girl without delay narrated the tale as she remembered it
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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May 25, 2018 20:43:32 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 25, 2018 20:43:32 GMT -8
Maureen told her tale to the audience of three
-Maureen-
“Daddy was telling me a story – he really isn’t very good at that – but lucky for me everything went dark.”
Morrígu, left hand on chin listening attentively laughed. Boland too was drawn in by the child rehashing her final hours smiled. Even The Raven had focused in on the talk
-Maureen-
“I opened my eyes and could smell breakfast and hear Mommy and Daddy have their morning argument about nothing. So I got up and ran to my seat.”
Looking up suspiciously then down again she continued
-Maureen-
“I told Mommy that I didn’t want to go to that stupid daycare. She told me ‘Tough – get your things together Missy – you’re going!’ So I finished eating, brushed my teeth and dressed. We left in a hurry. I think Mommy was mad.”
Boland’s jaw was at his chest.He thought~I would not want to be that woman carrying that with her. Please tell me there’s a kiss and make up part to all of this~Then Boland attention fell back into the girl’s tale
-Maureen-
“We got in that cheap bucket of bolts – I think that’s the name of the company that makes that kind of ships. Daddy calls it that all the time.”
She earned a giggle from that logic. Tossing the group a smile of approval she went on
-Maureen-
“We always - always did – fly to my daycare. Then Mommy and Daddy go do thankless slave labor for that creep where they work.”
Boland reddened with guilt realizing just how much children absorb of what is said around them
-Maureen-
“Then BOOM!!!”
Clapping her hands together Boland winced as if smacked across the face. Morrígu simply listened
-Maureen-
“Then I was outside watching everything.”
The story was arresting. Any tale of death was tragic. But nothing struck one harder than the death of a child, with exception of the story of the death of a child told by the child themselves
-Maureen-
“Daddy was arguing with two men – Mommy was screaming. They wanted her to take something to sedaate her but she was too mad. Then I looked at the accident.”
If a pin dropped at that moment all would have jumped due to the noise
-Maureen-
“A kid was lying on the ground and a man was punching her chest then kissing her and starting again.”
Raising her head again she said ominously
-Maureen-
“Cardiopulmonary resuscitation they call it.”
The girl carried on with her story
-Maureen-
“Blood was alllll over the place and lots of people.”
Face contorting
-Maureen-
“Then I realized it was me! Imagine that!?!”
Boland and Morrígu were now mesmerized
-Maureen-
“One man said ‘She’s dead.’ But the man punching my chest grabbed him by the collar and said: “Shut up.” Then he went back to hitting me.”
-Maureen-
Bowing her head
-Maureen-
"I think that he kept trying so hard because my mom was there."
Both hands spreading to the side with a broad smile
“Then I was here.”
None, not even The Raven spoke for some time. At last Morrígu broke the uncomfortable silence
-Morrígu-
“Thank you for sharing that sweetie, run and play now!”
With a smile, the girl danced innocently away. The two adults sat numbly ashamed of being so desperately helpless. The Raven perched on Morrígu's shoulder remained silent. None spoke. None even made eye contact. A little girl telling a story had just set a silver-tongued spitfire, a burly bouncer and an immortal crow on their ass ends. At last Boland broke the uncomfortable silence
"Think of the many the agonies of life that she’ll never suffer....”
The attempt at a soothing cliché to draw some rhyme or reason from any of this cruel tragedy fell short. Agonizingly so. It just was. At long last Boland stood up and ran over to where Maureen pulling a pistol as he ran. Crouching down he showed the weapon to the girl then helped her fire off a few rounds. Just how responsible of a babysitter the thug would make stood on shaky ground. But he was sincerely paying attention to the child and that was noble
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May 26, 2018 16:57:47 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 26, 2018 16:57:47 GMT -8
The three sat collectively but spoke little. Comming to terms with being in the Afterlife weighed on Morrígu and Boland; Maureen acted as she should, like a child and all encouraged this innocence. Fiach Dubh was infinitely patient and waited.But that said, an old verse played in his head: "There must be some way out of here said the joker to the thief."
They sat each entangled in the entanglement of the mind. Boland at the moment daydreamed of pugilism. Maureen’s thoughts still centered on her not so distant demise, an understandable fixation that would pass in time. Morrígu’s mind flowed peacefully along considering the philosophical. In this moment she revisited a subject of great interest: namely, The Afterlife. The neat division of the Otherworld was reminiscent of the study of human’s as social animals of which she had read. The Netherworld was so effortlessly divided into Spheres designed for the Souls of beings of like Kind. It was not for her to question the Divine but…. But sitting in the Natural beauty of the Jedi Quarter she wondered.~Wouldn’t many segregated in one Celestial Sphere desire to be in another?~The ability to smoothly pass between the Realms that she had experienced extinguished her inner debate – one could indeed do such….
The Raven too thought, mind working diligently to become caught up in thought as little as was possible. Morrígu’s thoughts formed into words and she asked rhetorically
-Morrígu-
"Was Palpatine not brilliant speaking of the Force stating 'To understand the great mystery, one must study all aspects, not just the dogmatic, narrow view of the Jedi'?"
Shaping this into the material she used it to move into an aspect of the Afterlife that troubled her deeply and she spoke, alibi it only to herself
-Morrígu-
“I mean really are we to believe that all things Dark strive to be locked in a prison of nothing but other Dark energy? That is myopic.” And it went without saying in the opposite direction to the wisdom offered by Palpatine
Smiling as s her eyes swept the scene around her and on she talked
-Morrígu-
“What about basking in such as the natural beauty that lies before us? To not want this is senseless; what you wouldn’t want is for the other guy to enjoy this eternal bliss. Now that is Dark as Dark can be....”
Her words were music to The Raven's ears; she was using logic, a thing many seemed to neglect. Meanwhile, Maureen yawned then blurting out
-Maureen-
"I'm bored!!! I want a library!"
Ask and you shall receive. This was certainly a blessing of The Netherworld. The words had scarcely left the child's mouth and a mammoth structure materialized out of thin air. Mouth agape the child said in glee
"That's wicked!"
Boland reminisced a scene of old
Chin low, fists up, thumbs in knees bent slightly, left foot a step ahead of the right then with a step in - bang! Snap of the left and a twist of the wrist. Another step in – bang! Toss the right followed through the same with a twist at the hip….
Morrígu’s mind wandered still as she considered the warehouse of knowledge that must lie restless in the Dark confines of the Otherworld…. Still, it was beautiful where they stood right now….
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May 27, 2018 18:14:13 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 27, 2018 18:14:13 GMT -8
Morrígu was torn abruptly from her deep introspection by the child’s yelp and turned frantically towards her. Her eyes too were captured by the giant edifice. Mirrored glass it would appear. Without a second thought, she snatched the child’s hand and the danced off towards the building
Boland dragged from his peaceful soothing memories of violent donnybrooks of old sighed a deep groan and muttered
-Boland-
“Not this shit again….”
Then he followed an imposing chaperone
Morrígu and the little girl reaching the building halted for but a microsecond. And up the wide set of stairs, they climbed. Five, ten, fifteen twenty then in the doors. Both froze. A sign read
Library Without a second thought, both passed through the doors. Again they froze transfixed on what lay in front of them. Librarians sat behind desks. Wall to wall stacks invited them. The stacks housed texts of every conceivable subject from the most basic to the highest academic textual matter and all things in-between. At a quick glance, Morrígu noticed a floor guide. Squinting her eyes she took a double take.~Does that read right?~She dismissed the thought; this was the Otherworld, after all, it knew no boundaries. And at that the danced in and the feast of knowledge began….
Boland came burling in behind. He too stopped short. A training arena stood before him the likes of which in life he had never seen. A seemingly endless weight pit. Fitness machines of all make and manner. Boxing rings, bags and people enthusiastically training. Dueling. A gun range. He was in Paradise
-Boland-
“They’ll be fine….”
And at that, he walked into the gym
The Raven watched and went into flight passing effortlessly through the glass, the menace of birds in the Land of the Living, setting down in a high corner observing
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May 27, 2018 20:39:28 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 27, 2018 20:39:28 GMT -8
As Maureen waded into a full frontal assault of the stacks Morrígu approached the desk. Without raising her head a library assistant’s eyes rose to meet her own.
- library assistant-
“Might I be of assistance dear?”
Morrígu smiled politely inquiring
-Morrígu-
“Yes led’thoil. Ummm… how big is this place?”
The Library assistant looked up with a smile
- library assistant-
“Why it is endless love…. The Library is infinite; the only boundaries are those set by your own imagination.”
The woman stopped allowing Morrígu to try and process what she said. After some time Morrígu could offer but a one word response, and that was nothing save a weak repetition
-Morrígu-
“Infinite….”
The library assistant smiled
- library assistant-
“Yes dear, we often get that response. Enjoy love, please.”
Morrígu nodded politely then attempting to hold an elegant air about herself turned and walked away, eyes sweeping around taking in the breathtaking scene, tripping over a mop. Luckily the mop was attached to a Greek God of a custodian, who dropping the whisk swept her up to her feet before she could touch the floor
-Janitor-
“A thousand pardons dear.”
Morrígu responded fast
-Morrígu-
“It should be I saying pardon not you.”
Attempt at keeping her now a touch scarred sophisticated demeanor she moved on with her awestruck inspection. Her eyes fell on the stacks that Maureen was at present tearing apart. Books came off the shelves, and were then looked at, a pile of what she liked grew, as she tossed those unwanted wrecklessly over her shoulder. A frown crossed Morrígu’s face. But just as she was about to tear a strip out of the girl Morrígu noticed that the discarded books never hit the floor, quite to the opposite they neatly went back onto the shelves exactly where they has come from. Still moved to respond Morrígu snapped off in a scolding tone
-Morrígu-
“Maureen! If you don’t want a book put it back where it came from!”
Maureen did not respond verbally but settled – somewhat – in her ransacking of the stacks. Morrígu turned speaking in an apologetic tone
-Morrígu-
“Pardon her please; she’ll be a sight more respectful from here in.”
Not a word was said; al that she received was warm smiles of acceptance. She turned, herself now taking to the shelves, muttering
-Morrígu-
<<This is Paradise....>>
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May 27, 2018 21:52:20 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 27, 2018 21:52:20 GMT -8
Boland sauntered into the gym. The dull thud of heavy bags being worked and rattle of speedbags filled the air. There was grunting from the weight pit also and verbal exchanges from those fencing. A young man shadow-boxing in a ring caught his eye and Boland walked over. A rough voice egged him on. The man with a face only a mother could love looked at Boland
-Calloused Old Coach -
Whadya want!”
Then answering himself
-Calloused Old Coach -
“So ya wanna spar?”
Nodding upwards
-Calloused Old Coach –
“Ya got dat face offa fightin a lot. Dat's been punched in for sure. Lemme see yur meat-hooks!”
Boland offered his hands. The man inspected Boland's hands then tossed them aside
-Calloused Old Coach –
“Ya been ina few scraps.”
Turning and bellowing
-Calloused Old Coach –
“Dress this kid!”
Boland was out of his three-piece and in trunks before he could blink. The seasoned trainer had him in a seat and was wrapping Boland’s hands within seconds
-Calloused Old Coach –
To be sure ya took a few in the face – I can see dat kid.”
Spitting to the ground
-Calloused Old Coach –
“And you used dease ands – a lot!”
Bolands Hands were wrapped in seconds. The gloves followed. Looking up at Boland
-Calloused Old Coach –
“We’s dead you kown dat – right!?!
Not waiting for an answer
-Calloused Old Coach –
“Sure ya do. Sure. Corse, maybe ya punch drunk to boot....”
Barking a laugh, then spitting to the ground. A hard smile grew on the hard face
-Calloused Old Coach–
“Well dead or not a punch still hurtses! Ya betta believe it.”
Waving Boland off. Then on went the headgear and lastly the mouthguard
-Calloused Old Coach–
“Whadda ya waitin fa!?! Sithmas? Go to it!”
With a nod, Boland jumped up heading for the ring
“Work da body!!!”
Boland responded
“Kill the body and the head must die….”
-Calloused Old Coach–
“Good!!! Dis kid been in a fight befaw! Dat I can tell ya.”
Boland ducked into the ring. There he met his sparring partner.~ About 6’3”. Maybe 220. Big boy….~ Boland thought as he backed into his corner. The bell rang and the fight was on. Boland danced out to meet his opponent. The man was fast, peppering Boland with a few sharp jabs. Boland responded with a couple stiff jabs and a right cross of his own. And on it went, the two trading blows back and forth. Calloused Old Coach egged them on with encouragement and censure, both spiced with obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Two things were for sure, the Calloused Old Coach was a fine trainer, and Boland's opponent hit like a 20pound sledge. The Old man howled on
"Ya look likea pair of l'il gurls!!! Wha was dat??? C'mon!!! Dat punch had a postage stamp on it!!!"
And on they went trading blows. Boland caught a solid right hook in the jaw and felt his knees start to buckle but dodged a left and countered with a solid right cross to the nose. The bell rang and both retreated to their corners. Boland formed another certainty in his mind:~This man did not die in a ring - he may well have made someone, or a few, die in a ring but he definitely did not perish in one himself~A stool went under his posterior and spitting out mouthguard a bottle of water was offered. Shoved in his face was more accurate. His face hurt. But this Boland also knew; the other fellow's nose hurt.... He could smell blood. Each of the combatants had corner-men; one with a towel, another had the bottle. Boland’s was talking fast
-Cornerman-
“Ya drop the left when ya toss the right, that’ll tell one ya, it will. But ya caught im in de nose…. Stay on dat!”
The bell rang
At some point before the festivities began The Raven flew in taking perch high above all and watched. He was uncertain whom of the two he wished to kill more, Boland or Calloused Old Coach.....
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May 27, 2018 23:20:54 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 27, 2018 23:20:54 GMT -8
Maureen leaned in and said quietly to Morrígu
-Maureen-
<<I think that Bullhead is getting his face punched in.>>
Morrígu stiffened up
-Morrígu-
“Really? Perhaps we should go see this – when you’re done.”
The girl answered in a snap
“Done!”
Grabbing an armful of books she headed for the Librarian’s desk. Morrígu grabbing an armful of the mass of books the little one had amassed followed
-Morrígu-
“If he’s not dead – he will be.”
They walked towards the desk but were flagged off
- library assistant-
"S'all good. See you soon!"
The pair walked out and towards the training room
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May 28, 2018 0:15:05 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 28, 2018 0:15:05 GMT -8
Morrígu and Maureen walked into the training area. They quietly took a seat a few meters behind Calloused Old Coach.... The bell rang and the two combatants rose coming together, fists raised
Boland danced as did his opponent - both men were wary already. They traded a few more blows, split only to come back again. Boland slipped a right and countered. Bang! His left fist smacked square on the other fighter's nose. The blood was now evenly flowing and Calloused Old Coach bellowed
-Calloused Old Coach–
"Dat's it fo today's festivitieses gents!!!"
Boland did not showboat in any way but all knew full well who had the other.... The cornermen flooded the ring on each side. The other fighter was having his nose given a better treatment than many would receive in a Twi'lek cat-house. Boland was patted down and verbally commended
-Cornerman One-
"Ya wouldda dropped him if it wasn't alled. Yupp. Ya did good out there. Good. Fo sure boy. Real good...."
Maureen whispered
-Maureen-
<<That's it?>>
Morrígu responded quitely
-Morrígu-
<<I think that our boy won....>>
The bellowing of Calloused Old Coach silenced the place
-Calloused Old Coach–
"What broad!!! And what!?! Somes kid too!?!"
Looking around him as if Yoda had sprung from the wall, cartwheeled into the ring and summarily pummeled 10 communists into the canvass Calloused Old Coach voice rising an octave or ten as he yelled
-Calloused Old Coach–
"What's wrong with ya morons? Broads don'ts belongs in no gym! And a kid!?! Ediots!!!"
Spitting the mouthpiece Boland listened to the man tending to him, hearing none of the heated exchange nor seeing his fans in attendance. It was mild sparring. Enthusiastic yes but sparring none the same. It should have ended at the first sight of blood, as was standard ring decorum but Calloused Old Coach was calling the shots. Now it was over. The gloves were cut off. Boland noticed Morrígu and Maureen and waved with a weak grin. The pair waved back with a smile. Calloused Old Coach stood turning to the girls
-Calloused Old Coach–
"Pardo these morons I has workin heres! No class!!!"
He bent over talking to Maureen gently
-Calloused Old Coach–
"Here you are sweetie."
He put a coin in her hand
"You buys yourself some thing with that."
Looking up he bellowed with teeth clenched
"You cheap morons give the kid some change!!!"
As the bodies filled buy dropping change into the girl's hand the old man addressed Morrígu with a smile
-Calloused Old Coach–
"Pretty lady, pardon these classless tools."
Maureen asked innocently
-Maureen-
"Is Bullshit ok?"
Calloused Old Coach bellowed in laughter then answered the little girl
-Calloused Old Coach–
"No worse off in the head then he was walking in here dear."
The Raven was quite put off; he had sat waiting for Boland to get his head kicked off and nothing. He was quite put off. Perhaps another strongly worded letter to his member of the Republican Senate was in order.....
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May 28, 2018 3:21:12 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 28, 2018 3:21:12 GMT -8
The fight was short-lived. No more than sparring really. But both men had absorbed considerable punishment from very hard-hitting adversaries. Boland was hurting. He had a headache. His ears rung and eyes did not want to open. His lips were swollen. Ribs hurt and his knees were weak. His fists were swollen and bruised. The body was stiff and very tired. And he was elated. He truly loved fighting.
“Dat kid can fight! You’re welcome here any time! Ya hear me?"
Boland nodded
“Thank you.”
He saw the girls and actually blushed. And on his emotional response, he thanked his higher power that he was so beat up that reaction was not telling. The Raven suddenly spoke ominously
-Fiach Dubh-
“I can feel Stability and Order forming...."
Pausing a moment
-Fiach Dubh-
“Only words so dull and so drear tis when the barkeep yells out ‘The pub has no beer…..’”
Boland now sat on a stool, bare feet in a basin of hot water, towel around neck and a bottle of water in one hand, a wrapped ice pack in the left. He drank and pressed the pack against battered head and face. Morrigu massaged his back. Maureen asked innocently
-Maureen-
“Isn't order and stability a good thing?”
Before The Raven could speak Morrígu responded
-Morrígu-
“Only when it is evenly balanced against our rights and liberties dear.”
Boland drank the sodium-water earnestly, the body's acid-base balance being another great victim of fighting. Morrígu spoke again
-Morrígu-
"In many a way being deceased has its benefits; try as they may not as if they can conquer the Otherworld...."
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May 28, 2018 19:00:24 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 28, 2018 19:00:24 GMT -8
A wheelbarrow with several backpacks in it had conveniently materialized. Morrígu looked. Apparently in the afterlife, one could wish almost anything but apparently magically transporting a ton of books was not one of these. Maureen started packing bags, tossing them into the buggy. The child did not seem wholly convinced so Morrígu went on
-Morrígu-
“Your choice of books was wise…. Some will tell of the duty to follow just Law and Order….”
She rolled on
-Morrígu-
“But these same philosophers are prudent to tell that it is our duty to rebel against injustice. Many find the two as naturally opposing animals, I myself believe these to be a part of the same entity….”
This seemed to satisfy the child’s question but Morrígu continued
-Morrígu-
"We will all help you but my words are weak in comparison to the great body of writings that you now have at your disposal."
Turning to The Raven she declared
-Morrígu-
"Sashaying into the Living World for some great look-see is really not to our benefit at the moment, nor anybody else's; we'll be staying right where we are for the time being."
The Raven was not put off by Morrígu's strong declaration at all. If anything he welcomed the inner growth it demonstrated
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May 28, 2018 20:04:37 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 28, 2018 20:04:37 GMT -8
Maureen made another query -Maureen-
“Can’t I just know whatever I want to?”
The answer was short
-Morrígu-
"No."
Almost immediately Morrígu continued
-Morrígu-
"Death is not the instant road to heavenly subsidized dawdling girl!"
She continued with her censure
-Morrígu-
“We’re immortal now dear, not omnipotent. We certainly have many a power granted to us in the Great Hereafter to be sure but Gods we did not become.”
The answer seemed to satisfy the child. The wheelbarrow loaded with books and Boland patched up and dressed the three exited, casually lifting whatever they saw that was to their heart’s desire on the way out. The Raven loomed overhead following. Boland asked
-Boland-
"Why is it that this whole exercise has spiraled into some bizarre farcical family sit-com from the Holonet?"
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May 28, 2018 21:38:14 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 28, 2018 21:38:14 GMT -8
Arriving at the bench that they seemed to have claimed as their own the party quietly split up, Boland and Maureen sitting as the child went through her books, Morrígu walking away for alone time and The Raven nestling on a branch some distance away….
Three Short Tales of the Dead….
Boland, Maureen and The Trial and Death of Socrates
Boland sat watching the girl sort through her books. She was so young and his heart went out to her. He was compelled to speak
-Boland-
“A great philosopher who lived many, many years ago was… well the man was a real jerk.”
Clearing his throat
-Boland-
“This fella spent a lifetime training other philosophers….”
He leaned in subconsciously to ascent his words
-Boland-
“By going down to the market and picking fights with people.”
Eyes growing large
-Boland-
“Tis true. ‘Why, why, then why again he’d ask turning people crazy digging for logic he did.”
The girl still arranging her books asked
-Maureen-
“Why?”
Boland laughed at the irony of the question
-Boland-
“Because that is what he did….”
Clearing his throat
-Boland-
“Now… he was a serious man; at the time capital punishment – execution was the punishment for almost anything.”
Voice even and slow
-Boland-
“And this great thinker’s antics had him brought to trial.”
Waving his hand to accent a head swinging
-Boland-
“They did not wish to have the man killed; if anything those judging him desperately wanted to avoid it.”
Boland carried on finger now pointing
-Boland-
“But… but this man said: “Death can mean two things: either you are dead and that’s it – nothing, or you do what you love most for eternity….”
Letting those words hang in the air a time he finished
“And the only way to prove his theory was dying, so he did….”
Maureen looked up at Boland with a crinkled nose and stated
-Maureen-
"This was a great philosopher? But that's a patented either/or dichotomy."
Boland looking dully at the girl responded
-Boland-
"What?"
Maureen brows rising maintained eye contact with Boland
"A fallacy. His argument stands on... nothing."
Boland's offered a patent parental response
-Boland-
"Just go back to your books."
And so she did. Boland lit a cigarette and sat quietly observing. After some time Boland felt compelled to explain
-Boland-
“Logical or not just ask yourself if you’d rather peaceful nothingness or this.”
Maureen said nothing but the point was made. As she read other books levitated effortlessly around the girl. Boland asked
-Boland-
“Are you doing that?”
Without looking up she answered
-Maureen-
“Yupp.”
Boland pressed onward
-Boland-
“Could you always do such?”
The answer was chilling
-Maureen-
“I thought that everybody could for a long time.”
She turned to him asking
-Maureen-
“Is it bad?”
A frown crossed his face
-Boland-
“Not at all.”
The instant reaction that passed Boland’s mind was that if anybody told her that in front of him they’d find it more than a slight hard picking their chicklets off the ground with broken fingers. Attention now on her books she asked
-Maureen-
“What are chicklets?”
The answer was but a word
“Teeth.”
Turning again she flashed him a smile then returned to reading. She had never felt safer in her life
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May 28, 2018 21:39:40 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 28, 2018 21:39:40 GMT -8
Morrígu’s Lonely Walk
Morrígu walked slowly through the Paradise thinking. Everything they wanted was at their fingertips. Everything. All that they had to do was wish and it was there. Yet in her private moment, she felt as if her living heart had been torn from her chest and left beating in front of her to watch it wither and stop beating. She had so much that she wished to do – so much. And none of that would ever come to pass. Not now. Never. And all the Divine wish fulfillment in the Universe was not going to change that cold fact. She stood before a pond, the water a beautiful green and watched her reflection. One question answered; she could see herself in a mirror. She stared for a long moment and clearly saw all thing lost, all things that would never be. Death was final. It was as final as things could possibly get. Strange that it seemed to bring no closure. People could deliberate on that problem forever and no matter what conclusions they drew designed to satisfy their own fears all answers were limp and empty. Dead. Dead. Dead. No more. The end. That was it. Her reflection stared up at her silently but the image offed no answers, only generating more questions. And abruptly she pulled herself away from the ghastly sight that haunted her so turning and walking back towards her people
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May 28, 2018 21:41:44 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 28, 2018 21:41:44 GMT -8
The Raven's Agony:
The Raven sat alone and motionless. Some collected stories of life and explored the rich tapestry of experiences that made up a sentient being’s existence. The Raven collected the Dead and escorted them on the Final Journey. The journey to the Otherworld. In his private moment, he oft wondered of the other. Life was something that he understood but did not know. Nor would he ever know. Flight among the Land of the Living for a fleeting time on a preordained mission to escort an individual on the short time moving towards and after their demise to the Otherworld was not Life. It was the end of Life. And here alone the Raven sat quietly.... The tale would continue. Nothing was more certain in Life than the sad untimely end. Untimely. He never understood that word so often and loosely placed on Death. Death was a date none could dodge. Yet all wished to escape the icy unfeeling hands. The Raven was the arbitrator between the Land of the Living and the Otherworld. Timeless and Lifeless
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Harmony
May 29, 2018 16:06:51 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 29, 2018 16:06:51 GMT -8
The two sat a stretch, the girl reading and Boland watching and her reading. She asked
-Maureen-
“Why did I have to die?”
Boland winced at the question like he had been slapped across the face. By a Woookie. A big Wookie. A Wookie pumped up from years of hard manual labour, martial training, weight lifting and mountain climbing. On a regiment of steroids, caffeine and PCP. He could find no answer to offer. The little girl lifted his spirits
-Maureen-
“Well… I never would have met you, Morrígu or that bird with all those knarly powers
Boland laughed and settled back to drinking. As if on cue, Morrígu Morrígu sauntered over taking a seat and The Raven swooped down landing on her shoulder . Morrígu thought~Gotta be more to life death then this, we really need to spice up the Afterlife~ The motley crew was reunited. They sat silently
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