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Post by Adi on Jan 13, 2016 16:43:06 GMT -8
Finishing his drink as the others exited, Skylar quietly slipped in behind them, and headed to the hangar. There, he boarded his transport, and took off for the wild blue yonder, and the black, bleakness of space above.
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Doctor Nick
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Post by Doctor Nick on Jan 14, 2016 4:46:20 GMT -8
Saoirse's attention snapped to the summons she received from An Tiarna. There was no mistaking the dominance of his character or his command. To say she had heard of him was an understatement, he himself was as legendary as the stories. Her heart pounded in her chest as she followed his command without question. She wondered if she should thank him or ask why he wanted her at his table but she thought better of it. She simply nodded and did as instructed. *Dr Nick rolled his eyes, about as sick as any with the An Tiarna escapades. Only he actually intends on doing as opposed to whining like bloody idiots. This he would deal with himself. Slipping a hypodermic needle from his jacket he swung stabbing it into the woman's back. Standing back he let her drop in a heap then opened up with the left foot and began to kicking in the girls ribs. The body began to convulse the nauseating hiss of air leaving the lungs, as vomit streamed out the woman's mouth and along with the hideous sound and stench as gas and feces exited her anus. Turning on his left foot and poured kicks to the head of the woman now all but dead. Blood ran from the now caved in face and grey-red from the ears*
stood back with a wave and a ear to ear grin*
'Now I really like the instant effect of a nice cocktale of barbiturate, paralytic, and potassium.... Ahhhh lethal injection.'
*With a big smile & a wave*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 17, 2016 21:05:02 GMT -8
*A Sentinel set down heavily near the Mortus. The hanger swinging open and whole cast of characters rambled out making their way to the pub. Mórrígan took a seat and a bottle of red wine and glass were laid out before her. She sat quietly; the old man had something to say*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 17, 2016 21:12:16 GMT -8
*An Tiarna sauntered over & sat quietly beside Mórrígan. His mind was full & he would soon speak*
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 17, 2016 21:15:48 GMT -8
*The ugly crew of hockey players rolled behind and began playing stick at beside of the pub*
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Jan 17, 2016 21:20:23 GMT -8
*Luca walked out last, slow and observant. Canvassing the area he waved at troops who fell into positions with speed. Finally with all in order he settled taking a seat two tables away from An Tiarna*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 7:04:17 GMT -8
*An Tiarna barked off a fast comment between drinks. His words were generally off the wall & quite frequently seemed meaningless yet they oft begged deeper thinking*
'What if you're Force insensitive? Do they have a school of thought to handle that?'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 7:10:23 GMT -8
*Looking with narrow eyes at the old man shot back*
"I think that they employ a whole team of psychiatrists trying to handle you"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 10:43:10 GMT -8
*Smiling he replied*
'Yes dear & much of my mental problems have been linked to the company that I keep."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 10:51:53 GMT -8
*Tipping her glass with a wry smile and a nod she winked taking a drink*
"Touche."
*Eyes growing thin and head cocked to the left she asked*
"So, what next?"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 11:49:33 GMT -8
*Eyes fire up and voice thunder*
‘What’s next? Let me tell you what’s next: we live in a universe full of people who do little lacking a prewritten script. But it’s a way of playing a role just not our way.’
*Hand out and brows raise*
‘Ok…. So instead of roll on some polemic blasting everything in sight, I say that we learn from this nature at least in some way & stay to ourselves alone.’
*Letting all sink in he rolled on again*
‘That we’ve done before but this point get very clear: any who walk onto Manaan then squeal like stuck pigs because they put out their chin & got smashed in the mouth we’ll keep big pieces of cheese around to go with the whine just after a foot goes upside their behinds. I am sick near to vomiting of hypocrites who need a crytowel if we so much as glimpse in orbit of a planet where they sleep yet are fool enough to big up their chests & stroll straight into the Mortus with an attitude.’
*Pausing for a moment a bewildered look on his face*
‘What’s that?’
*Waving his right hand as if tossing aside the weak rhetorical question*
'I myself grow tired with age. You? The universe is yours dear; go out & play. But when you play, play safe. & I’m not suggesting that you go buy some condemns; that's the other parties responsibility....'
*Shuddering at the thought & not going into details as to how he would deal with such an unfortunate incident, without a word said he sat back to his drinking. Yet the door to talk about the future of the IF remained opened if not the delicate subject of Mórrígan & virginity*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 20:00:54 GMT -8
*An Tiarna cleared his throat & continued his rant*
'The way that many who cultivated their character on this beach & in this very bar act makes me sick to my stomach. That noted i will not waste a second more speaking of such'
*Spitting the bad taste in his mouth to the ground he cut to the heart of the whole production*
‘If the roles that people wish to play in this infinite universe is so insular that a single man landing on a planet throws all into hysterical fit then life as we know it is indeed dead. So it would appear that we have nothing left…. I myself refuse to believe that.’
*Hand waving out as he scanned those around him*
'So, what do we do then? The answer is simple; we must be ourselves. & the IF cannot sit waiting for things to happen; we were always those who made things happen.'
*Now pointing with a giant finger*
'But let us make no mistake about this: you may come to this planet to bask in the picturesque ocean scenery, relax & all that… or drink, fight & join the mayhem.'
*A twisted grin growing on his face*
'Now you come here to kill? Well don’t complain if your head ends up staked up on the beach with the many others who played that game before you…. That is no threat; it is a statement of fact.'
*Concluding the ancient warrior king handed the floor over with these words*
'What do we do? That is the heart of the matter.... Please, feel free to present some suggestions…. Then I'll finish up from there with all opinions considered.'
*The old man sat back awaiting any responses*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 22:19:04 GMT -8
*With a sigh the big man barked out*
'I am finished you know? Don't all speak at once!!!'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 22:29:05 GMT -8
*Mórrígan sat quietly through the rant; from an early age she'd sat through enough of An Tiarna's scorching sermons from the mount to drive the average person to suicide. Yet he always had some meaning to his speeches. This one seemed almost pleading for something. Something.... In a universe filled with little action what exactly did something mean? Laying out that Manaan was like entering a lion's den and if one came here and stepped out of line they really had no just complaint if their ass got handed to them on a silver platter was just common sense. The core of the discussion was that in the present stare of this universe what would they do next? The old man snapping off his last words pulled the girl from her thought. Always bold Mórrígan rashly blurted out*
"Go out and start some shit?!?"
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Jan 18, 2016 22:35:38 GMT -8
*Luca was a rock of the hardest stone, sitting quietly, near motionless yet absorbing each and every word and awaiting but a nod to act*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 22:42:45 GMT -8
*Mórrígan like Luca sat waiting, her heart now racing*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 22:53:04 GMT -8
*The words scarcely left Mórrígan's mouth & the old man pointed to her saying*
'That's my girl.'
*Then looking her in the eye his brows raising*
'& guess who's gonna be the one ruffling feathers?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 23:12:32 GMT -8
*Mórrígan had not only been raised among the Iron Fists; indeed she had been cultivated as heir apparent to the crown. She could feel the weight now on her head yet it did not cause any discomfort; she wore it well. The elusive something was beginning to become more clear it seemed. Still she held her emotions in check, muttering a line that her grandfather had impressed on her as a small child*
<<"Your vanity is a barking dog; silence it so that none may know the narrow path that is your life.>>
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 23:19:36 GMT -8
*Brow wrinkled & head cocking to the right*
'Pardon?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 18, 2016 23:25:27 GMT -8
*Back stiffening she stood up slowly her face now flat looking into the bottomless eyes of the old man in an even voice stated simply*
"Me"
*Mórrígan had been taught from an early age how to hold herself as a warrior, ambassador and a Lady. She had also lived as a part of the IF. A key to being a leader was understanding the people whom one led. It was easy to rule people as a head of state; being a part of a the living body of a people was different. This scarce few of many could understand. So as all others she stood awaiting instruction*
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