An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 4, 2016 4:13:27 GMT -8
*An Tiarna sat his glare cutting through Dr Nick. He said nothing, just stared vacantly as he rose up out of his seat walking towards the man. Neatly taking the doctor's left arm with a giant hand, literally lifting him off the ground An Tiarna dragged him behind the Mortus. For a fleeting moment time seemed to stand still*
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Post by Doctor Nick on Feb 4, 2016 4:25:33 GMT -8
*Dr Nick was taken wholly off-guard by the move yet the swiftness and power An Tiarna made him freeze and simply fall, being dragged behind the Mortus. He was sweating profusely, eyes closed as he waited was this some game? With these people one could never be sure. He wanted to scream... say something that nobody wished to hear. His heart pounded. He was afraid and so he spoke*
"Please! Please!?! Please!!!!"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 4, 2016 4:49:30 GMT -8
*Mórrígan was out of her chair and fast behind the Old Man dragging the mouthpiece of a doctor. Moving with a graceful stride she drew her revolver, catching up with the two. There she stood looking down for a second then up at An Tiarna. Calmly settling the muzzle about three inches up from the nape of Dr Nick's neck she pulled the trigger. Looking up she settled the gun back into her side holster, for but a fleeting moment wishing to put a bullet through the Old Man's head. She simply turned and went back to sitting, back to the wall, eyes alert yet easy. She sat thinking. Dr Nick was a fool.... a clown - any derogatory name could easily be framed on the man. He was also one of us she thought... one of us....*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 4, 2016 5:00:27 GMT -8
*The Old Man looked down at the body. He did not spit, kick the carcass, or anything which one might expect of him. This man had been around for a long time among them. The Old Man turned and walked away, head down. Reaching the table where Mórrígan was sitting he said not a word, lighting a cigarette and taking a drink from the bottle. He spoke*
'No more tired jokes.... How do they say it? Yes. If you want blood, you got it...."
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 4, 2016 5:11:55 GMT -8
*Collins walked casually away, a horde of troops hanging close to him like flies on a rotting body. Smoke rose up from behind the Mortus and the rank smell of flesh burning rose up into the air. Death was a dirty business, one at which he made much of his living at. A splash of jet fuel set the now smouldering remains alight again. Collins stood with his men watching close*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 4, 2016 13:33:30 GMT -8
*An Tiarna raises his rifle and kicks off four shots at whatever it is hovering over Manaan. That is if anything is hovering over Manaan. After siting in boredom for.... at least 6 hours wasting precious minutes of an exceptionally shortened lifespan created by self-inflicted abuse, primarily to his liver, the old drunk ponders the meaning of life. Deeply. He then raises his pistol and caps two innocents for having the audacity come into his range of sight. What a wonderful existence*
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 5, 2016 4:08:50 GMT -8
*The doctor walked casually over to a table, taking a seat. Setting a briefcase down on the table he opened it just as a waiter arrived. Words were exchanged and within minutes a drink was set carefully at the table. The doctor sat left hand at his temple; right sifting through the hardcopy of a file. And what an interesting portfolio at that! The first thing that caught the eye was the genealogical diagram attached. Picking it out he examined it closely, brows dropping and mouth opening for a second. He pulled his head back then close to the document as if attempting to focus on an unclear print. The numbers were simply staggering. For a man of such a past shrouded in mystery his social life certainly was an open book. One had to wonder if any filming of the numerous moments of conception had been recorded. That would make for one rich pornographer. Then notion passed by and he looked closer. As a man fascinated with genetics this was well worth further study. Clearing his throat he continued his read, muttering*
“All that is sacred… if that man had to pay child support he’d be bring the Iron Fists to their knees…..”
*The doctor returned his attention to the brief… which was not so brief. Continuing to read quietly but aloud none the same he had to chuckle at a notable comment in the genealogical diagram credited to one Whill Odin*
“An Tiarna Dubh, how could somebody so ugly have so many attractive daughters?”
*Glancing up at the thing sitting across the bar from him the doctor could not contest the statement. He continued his investigation thinking of the word stamped at the top in uppercase letters, "Incomplete". Choking on his drink he spat liquid at the floor and after a moment catching breath and regaining his composure began studying the document again. That in itself was humorous; the folio as a whole was nothing short of staggering*
Family Tree: An Tiarna Dubh:
(INCOMPLETE)
Iniquitous (Brother) (Deceased)
Piteos (Brother)
MATERNAL SIBLINGS:
Reign (Brother) Raven
Tarkin Or’dinii (Brother)
Cúchulainn Dubh (Cousin - deceased)
Cathbad Dubh (Cousin)
Celtchar Dubh (Cousin)
Bricriu Nemthenga (Cousin)
Deirdre Dubh (Daughter)
Balor Dubh (Son)
Conn Cétchathach Dubh (Son)
Níab Dubh (Daughter)
Avidus Dubh (adopted)
Levarchan the Prophetess (of the Dál gCais)
Medb (Daughter - deceased)
Mórrígan Dubh (Granddaughter)
Fiach Dubh (Disappeared)
Diem Riain Dubh (aka Maoilriain; disceased)
Rhyiianna Concordia (Wife) - Arhiia (Stepdaughter)
Mary Vandagant (Spouse?)
Zamm Vessel Dubh (Daughter)
Ice (Daughter) **DISPROVEN on BLOOD TEST
Lucas (Grandson)
Linn Kalin-Dubh (Daughter)
JitaDubh (Daughter)
Fiach Dubh (Son)
Diem Riain Dubh (Son – deceased)
Tanith(Daughter)
Risi Kuat Dubh(Daughter)
Isis (Daughter)
The Dagobah Four:
Kegan Shadowfire(Granddaughter)
Connor Tiarna(Grandson)
Ayden Dace (Grandson)
Riona Mórrígan (Granddaughter –deceased)
Nadia (Daughter - desceased)
E'yame (Grandson)
Nico Dubh
Sinistra (Wife)
Moailriain Dubh(Son) (Deceased)
Medb Dubh(Daughter) (Deceased)
Coileán Dubh(Son) (Deceased)
*Gathering himself the doctor rose from his seat taking a copy of the file walked over to the table where An Tiarna sat. Clearing his throat in an obvious attempt to acquire attention he laid the dossier before An Tiarna, saying*
"You may wish to look at this...."
*With that he bowed, turned and walked back to his seat, returning attention to the folio. Shaking his head in awe the Doctor looked up again at the strange animal across from him, lit a cigarette than back down and continued his study* |
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 5, 2016 5:06:31 GMT -8
*An Tiarna took the paper with a nod. The ancient warrior paid keen attention to the document mumbling unconsciously as he read. Had he forgotten this? Riona Mórrígan... one of The Dagobah Four as they called them. Riona was dead. A chill crawled up his spine that things had become such a mess to allow this to pass by unnoticed. He shot a glance at Mórrígan. He looked down at the paper once again then back to the girl again* 'What a charming game we play....'
*Laying the paper down he sat back*
Family Tree: An Tiarna Dubh: (INCOMPLETE)
Iniquitous (Brother) (Deceased)
Piteos (Brother)
MATERNAL SIBLINGS:
Reign (Brother)
Raven Tarkin Or’dinii (Brother)
Cúchulainn Dubh (Cousin - deceased)
Cathbad Dubh (Cousin)
Celtchar Dubh (Cousin)
Bricriu Nemthenga (Cousin)
Deirdre Dubh (Daughter)
Balor Dubh (Son)
Conn Cétchathach Dubh (Son)
Níab Dubh (Daughter)
Avidus Dubh (adopted)
(Partner) Levarchan the (Prophetess of the Dál gCais; Deceased)
Medb (Daughter - deceased)
Mórrígan Dubh (Granddaughter)
Fiach Dubh (Disappeared)
Diem Riain Dubh (aka Maoilriain; disceased)
(Wife) Rhyiianna Concordia (Wife) - Arhiia (Stepdaughter)
(Partner) Mary Vandagant
Zamm Vessel Dubh (Daughter)
Ice (Daughter) **DISPROVEN on BLOOD TEST
Lucas (Grandson)
Linn Kalin-Dubh (Daughter)
JitaDubh (Daughter)
Fiach Dubh (Son)
Diem Riain Dubh (Son – deceased)
Tanith(Daughter)
Risi Kuat Dubh(Daughter)
Isis (Daughter)
The Dagobah Four:
Kegan Shadowfire(Granddaughter)
Connor Tiarna(Grandson)
Ayden Dace (Grandson)
Riona Mórrígan (Granddaughter –deceased)
Nadia (Daughter - desceased)
E'yame (Grandson)
Nico Dubh
Sinistra (Wife)
Moailriain Dubh(Son - Deceased)
Medb Dubh(Daughter - Deceased)
Coileán Dubh(Son - Deceased)
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 5, 2016 6:53:14 GMT -8
*Mórrígan looked up at An Tiarna wondering what was going on... she studied his eyes indeed she looked hard. The eyes they say are the window to the soul. Why, or for that matter what it was escaped her. What struck to the girl was sounds, one mayvvv, the other ree. The first she found oddly familiar; the other was the voice of something to be. She stayed silent patiently waiting*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 5, 2016 17:27:10 GMT -8
*An Tiarna sat, still voiceless. He looked to Mórrígan then again to this Doctor but said nothing*
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 5, 2016 18:15:05 GMT -8
*The Doctor walked over sitting at the table with Morrígan and An Tiarna. Speaking softly yet clear in an ice cold tone he stated*
“Have you ever heard of memory implantation? As a general principal it implies when a patient is exposed to stimuli that make them believe in events that simply did not happen. This alteration of memory can range from small benign events such as flying a balloon or walking the family pet to an aggressive implantation of memories which alters a person’s perception of self entire.”
*Looking at the two he continued*
"Now in some cases we hear of a collective memory, that shared by a group of people. It is believed that these memories too can be altered quite readily. Her people oft do this to themselves. And indeed what we are seeing here and now is a case of such…..”
*Clearing his throat*
“Let us look at some facts here – shall we?”
*Eyes crossing again from the girl to the Old man then caching the girl with his icy stare*
“Riona Morrígan, one of the much celebrated Dagobah Four, is deceased….”
*The Doctor shuffling with papers left the point hanging in the air a moment then continued*
“You, Morrígan Dubh? You?”
*Pointing a finger at the girl he continued*
“You are the daughter of Mebh Dubh, Daughter of His Ugliness here."
*Hand gesturing to An Tiarna but gaze still fixed on the young woman he finished the sentence*
"and one Levarchan the Prophetess….”
*Hand resting on his chin and brows rising he challeged Morrígan*
“Please tell of a memory from your childhood on Dagobah….”
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 5, 2016 18:17:48 GMT -8
*Morrígan, face distorted grasped helplessly hoping to find something that simply was not there. She remembered Dagobah, from trips with An Tiarna but little more*
“I… I….”
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 5, 2016 18:19:24 GMT -8
*The Doctor cut in finishing the thought*
“Can’t?”
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 5, 2016 18:21:38 GMT -8
*Looking the man in the eye then down towards the ground Morrígan spoke softly*
“No….”
*Things began to become much more clear, if not exactly what she wanted to hear. What did it all mean though she wondered. Holding her stare she waited*
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 5, 2016 18:32:24 GMT -8
*The doctor smiled warmly as he asked a pointed question*
"Certainly challenges your concept of reality - doesn't it now?"
*Hand waving off any need for an answer*
"Rest easy with the fact that by all the extant rules that govern lineage this makes you the undisputed heir of the Iron Fists"
*With that sitting back calmly tended to his drink* |
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 5, 2016 18:40:38 GMT -8
*Morrígan sat pondering what all of this meant. Her place as the undisputed heir to the crown of the Iron Fists was transparent but what was left was the whole perception of self. And as such her thoughts fell not on the shallow notion of social standing but understand the person that she was. She sat in this position of indisputable triumph with an empty feeling tearing at the core of her heart*
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 5, 2016 19:04:55 GMT -8
*Collins sat at a table, several away from An Tiarna watching the exchange between Morrígan and The Doctor. Collins neither trusted nor liked The Doctor. Casually he pulled a pistol from his side laying it within reach on the table. Just in case*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 5, 2016 19:30:43 GMT -8
*The Old man reared up barking*
'Alright... that settles that. I really am having some serious difficulty remembering who slept with who on this planet under that bridge desperately trying to cure depression by sucking back a 26 once bottle of depressants then engaging in meaningless acts of love that produce a lifelong pain in the posterior to accompany the immediate if short lived hangover'
*Waving a giant hand out across the still air*
'I've had it'
*With that he returned to his solitary drinking*
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 6, 2016 1:53:39 GMT -8
*The Doctor kept his eyes alert on the scene like a vulture hovering over a falling mammoth.*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 6, 2016 2:22:06 GMT -8
*Looking around blasts off from out of nowhere*
"Iron Frying-pans I can see... Or an evolution to the IMF, in full the Immobilized Manaan Fish. Now isn't that terrifying? Can - no pun there - past that, can smell it already.'
*Tossing back a jolt of uische beatha and lighting a cigarette*
"Ok'
*Open hand extended*
'Heard of the First order......'
*Face contorting in confusion*
"What exactly is the Second Order?'
*Sitting back into his thinking it passed his mind if any could grasp what was set to go down* |
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