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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 4:11:00 GMT -8
*Fist in the air*
"Fight the power Seamus; we'll be sitting right here drinking when you're done"
*Turning back to the group hand in the air eyes scanning the lot as she spoke*
"Cad anois?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 7:05:34 GMT -8
*Mórrígan tossing her hair to the side shuffled in her chair before becoming a rock of stone Nodding to the smuggler addressed him very straight, mincing no words*
"Ceart!! If you were to mention slaves one more time my head would explode.Toss this one something he can handle…. And give him some money."
*Nodding to the smuggler*
“Slan go foill.” *An Tiarna sat calmly watching the whole scene. Mórrígan was acting exactly how he expected of a child who was reared amoung the IF. Indeed she had learned well how to hold herself. So he sat watching - everything. The position that he sat made him clear on all sides from the others so at the word taking a wad of credits from his pocket - all high notes - tossed them on the table towards the stranger as if pennies* |
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Post by Conan the Librarian on Jan 23, 2016 8:02:34 GMT -8
*In the distance a figure, with each step closer appearing more and more extraordinary. The massive broadsword he carries lokks as if it would, and indeed perhaps had cut a man in half. He was terrifying, This was indeed none other than Conan the Librarian*
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Post by Conan the Librarian on Jan 23, 2016 12:21:50 GMT -8
*Flashing His private parts at all things Holy,Ye General Edicts of the online RP experience, Ye Whill of Ye Gods and all that shit, simply because He can, Ye Might being, Omnipotent indeed, Conan the Librarian in an exhibition proving him an Animal of a Different Breed, double-posts. children flee in terror, Women faint around him and brave men tremble in fear as the Written Word appears on Ye Sacred Walls of JvS. Oh the Humanity! Whatever shall we do? And with what words will We try to appease the bitter sorrow in the spiritually scared and emotionally wounded eyes of our children upon the horrifying moment that those innocent eyes find this cruel obscenity. The Gods truly are dead as the Philosopher Predicted in the Sacred Psychoanalytical Texts*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 12:34:23 GMT -8
*Mórrígan eyes turning to the stranger upon hearing him speak shot back*
"Go mba hé duit"
*Turning back to her coffee shand at her chin watching Conan's exhibition of raw power and blatant disregard of any and all things socially acceptable rolls her eyes muttering*
"What an idiot"
*Then with a few waves of her hands, you know like those conductor dudes do while a band is trying play music, hursl multiple Force Smacks upside Conan's brain panels. Shaking her head and eyes rolling she dismisses the whole filthy event and returns to her coffee*
"Uuummmm... coffee." |
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 12:36:41 GMT -8
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 16:16:50 GMT -8
 Do you think that you two clowns could knock it off on the open boards. It's ridiculous. We have a reputation to keep up here. & who put this thing here again? Jabba... I'll jab you alright. I've had it; this fat worm keeps showing up & Queen, Emperor, whatever you and smartmouth want to call yourselves, I'll grease both of you
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 17:32:32 GMT -8
An Tiarna in an icy voice muttered but a single word*
'Collins' |
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Post by Michael Collins on Jan 23, 2016 17:39:50 GMT -8
*Collins was to his his feet before the words had left An Tiarna's mouth drwing a revolver. Six shots rang out and Collins casually reloaded his revolver and returned to his seat as the bodies were dragged away without delay. The smell of burning bodies filled the air*
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Post by Michael Collins on Jan 23, 2016 17:52:01 GMT -8
*Collins spoke head tilted to the left*
"What next?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 22:00:24 GMT -8
*Mórrígan's looked at An Tiarna; she would remain silent and allow him to state his opinion before addressing the simple yet strangely deep question presented by Collins. The IF was at a significant junction in history*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 23:17:02 GMT -8
Turning from the sight of the bodies being dragged from view with an unaffected air, as though such sights are no longer neither surprising nor remotely disturbing to him by virtue of his storied past, Mack takes a drag off his cigarra before, sensing the sudden shift in the proverbial air as things go silent in anticipation, he returns it to the ashtray and exhales the smoke from his nostrils while focusing his attention on the man upon who the attention of all appears to become focused.
Dax, also aware of the fact that something momentous appears poised to be revealed, sets his whiskey down and turns his attention to An Tiarna.
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 1:33:49 GMT -8
*Head swinging back taking a swig from the bottle & somewhere between it leaving the table to his putting it back, caught a glimpse of Mórrígan, one of four born on Dagobah to one of his daughters, Isis, now passed on. Seemed only yesterday that. Face contorted hands flat on his knee, an open wordless mouth with eyes bottomless as always. Staying in that state a stretch quiet, mind wandering to the girl he held in but one hand when born, a smile on his face, covered with the fresh blood of war. Brows creasing he looked down a moment. How many children had he lost? Full stop! The man with trembling hand lit a cigarette looking down as his mind wandered more*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 3:07:57 GMT -8
*Mórrígan's felt a sharp pain in her side as thoughts burst out of when she was very small. She lost herself in a the feeling blocking many things out and if all passed by in but microseconds to her felt like an eternity. The sound of a booming voice, terror, no. The giant hand carrying her as if a toy. Then screaming., warm water on her hands... blood. The machete severed the man's head cleanly. She ran picking it up then running and stretching it out as an offering to the big man. One hand snatching the head up; the other sweeping her onto a shoulder. And out they walked to the Beach of Skulls and posted the head on a stake. Mórrígan skipped down this line of happy memories from life among the IF*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 4:16:58 GMT -8
*The Big man swept up by in an instant of total helplessness; a brief, physically intense, transcendent experience, bellied over, body shaking like a leaf in the wind off the ocean of Manaan. All physical trauma having died down he thereafter felt a refreshing moment of breathlessness and exhaustion with colors more vivid than anything the likes of which his eyes had fallen on before in his long rich life experience. And everything now sparkling; everything renewed, a word, a name and all things good that enveloped themselves around it came to his lips.Eyes falling onMórrígan he spoke still struggling to contain giggles between words*
'Your mothers name.... may she rest in pieces... was.... Isis....'
*Spitting whiskey about then steadying himself again*
'You have no appreciation how priceless that is.....'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 4:39:59 GMT -8
*Mórrígan simply could not be measured within the scales of what was standard. Quite transparently her looks were impeccable. Physically she was an extraordinary acrobat and exceptionally strong. But these were readily observable characteristics open to the naked eye. Where Mórrígan truly shined was in the depths of the minds eye. She did not understand why as a child that she knew what others were thinking, read a mind as if an open book. How she could hear a voice that was silent; speak without opening her mouth. But among the IF her gift was detected and encouraged as opposed to being isolated and contained. She was told what all of this meant in simple terms. Telepathy means feeling at a distance. Mórrígan knew what people were thinking. She sat now exploring herself mentally. At last the simple question that begged to be asked fell effortlessly from soft lops*
"What next?"
*Strange had she asked this before?*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 15:32:01 GMT -8
*Gazing at the voiceless wall in front of him as he walked, now at a comfortable distance to address all he opened up*
'They say that people learn from their mistakes'
*Looking down with a smile then back up with a stiff jaw voice rising up*
'Well... wonder when my PhDs will arrive in the mail. Mistakes....
*Eyes growing but a touch closer to human*
'We all make em.'
*Fast behind*
'In our case many.'
*Accenting the point*
'Take a look at half the fruit of my loins'
*Tossing that horrific subject aside with a sweeping hand*
'Now you want something that rivals that mess? Just look at the Gods who Moderate our every move....'
*Cringing a moment*
'Examples... we need look no further than Willie Shameless Elvis Impersonator & Willing Shameless Victim'
*Hand pacifying the tone with a petting motion*
'Past that hideousness'
*Licking top tongue*
'Nothing like when your very name becomes a synonym for terror'
*As tension in the room rose up clapping hands together settled his gaze on Mórrígan on hand up and subtle nod of the chin*
'Before we jump up and celebrate to fast remember that natural law becomes set in stone by the things that we do.....'
*Taking a seat against the wall*
'That's my counsel.'
*Sitting back against the wall he drew a pistol and began gently polishing it, barrel down handle in hand. Am Tiarna was a mystery in his silence. & indeed he could be utterly baffling while speaking. The crowd awaited Mórrígan to interpret*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 18:25:56 GMT -8
*Wasting no time returning a response Mórrígan snapped off a comment*
"Then let's roll"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 24, 2016 20:49:20 GMT -8
*The area is beehive of activity. Donnabhain is being fitted carefully with a vest as are 10 IF commandos. An Tiarna watches closely as Collins directs the whole affair. Things are beginning to heat up - fast. the next small stretch of time will be a blast*
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Wantonly demonstrating her mighty executive powers Mórrígan slaps each and every one of us... repeatedly, with this cruel but otherwise completely useless waste of space double post scribbled in this ridiculously huge font that would incite complainst from the sight impaired..... The world as we eggplants kow it is truly being torn asunder (please no complaints from those better than myself who find that insulting) know it is truly being violently torn asunder. I am bad!!! Look at my little Emperor toy 
Do you think that you two clowns could knock it off on the open boards. It's ridiculous. We have a reputation to keep up here. & who put this thing here again? Jabba... I'll jab you alright. I've had it; this fat worm keeps showing up & Queen, Emperor, whatever you and smartmouth want to call yourselves, I'll grease both of you
