Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Feb 6, 2016 4:44:04 GMT -8
*A ghostly figure strolled effortlessly towards the Mortus. Cane in right hand he looked neither to the right nor left but straight ahead passing by the other patrons and taking a seat at a table in a Dark corner of the well lit courtyard. Several apostles carrying an assortment of paraphernalia accompanied him along with two majestic Cú Faoil. The ancient Seanchaí, Torna Ó Maolchonaire had arrived*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 6, 2016 5:17:13 GMT -8
*An Tiarna opens a Comm. link*
-An Tiarna-
::Captain Luckytobealive, the standing order is to shoot anything that you have reason to believe is carrying so much as a bucket of gas leaving Bespin orbit.... Trafic can come or go freely, but.... but I want you to step on any attempt to remove gas::
*Cutting the Comm. the An Tiarna sat down*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 0:49:27 GMT -8
*Brows rising Mórrígan sharply asked*
"And what will this prove?"
*Suddenly eyes shot up she answered her question with an ear to ear grin*
"Brilliant... bloody brilliant...."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 1:06:56 GMT -8
*Eyes set at her left side looking past her to the ocean blue replied*
'Is it?'
*Taking a strong swig*
'I myself find the whole business silly & crude.'
*Nodding with a smile eyes catching Mórrígan*
'Watch & see - shall we?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 1:20:40 GMT -8
*Grin growing to a giggle with a nod of agreement spoke*
"This is going to be priceless!!!"
*At that she lifted rifle, took aim and fired three shots at the sky, setting the gun across her lap and relaxed*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 1:37:21 GMT -8
*Leaning over*
'Here's one, stupidity? Catch this... now you should well know this; your bloody name translated into basic is?"
*Ear turning towards Mórrígan but not awaiting an answer*
'Queen... Great queen of shadows... ahhh.... ya. You could drop the Banríon BS but keep the title you know?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 1:45:10 GMT -8
*Snapping her fingers*
"Thank you peasant; done! Now let us enjoy the sea"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 2:31:56 GMT -8
*Urge to kill rising..... Lifting a chair to smash Mórrígan's brains in but Inner Voice protests "Stop!! You can't kill her..... You'd get the chair." *Hand crashing into skull shaking Inner Voice up a touch* "Well that's a lie... but really what of the IF future??"*Putting the chair down mutters to himself*
~I'll get you later..... See how those new headphones feel all cooped up in there.'
*Attention back to the young Queen, meaning Mórrígan not some fish-man in drag there Inner voice*
'Yes darling.... Lovely. Feel the freshness....'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 3:40:42 GMT -8
*Looking at the Old Man's eye's spiral as he talked - too himself she wondered how she had possibly made it to this age, living among these freaks. Then it stuck her hard, hard like as in An Tiarna punching one about the head and face... hard - she was one of them. Both hands clinging to her temples she wept a spell. And who could blame her? Really, I mean look at this mess! Sucking all the pain inside Mórrígan held her head high eyes toucjing on the majestic Manaan Oceanic scenery. In a wooden voice she spoke out*
"Oh my I am overwhelmed; it's magical..... It's lovely.... and all that."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 3:50:45 GMT -8
*With silent agreement from Inner Voice and a content grin leaned towards the girl a & spoke in a reassuring tone*
'Do you know that they say that Paranoid schizophrenia is hereditary?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 4:10:13 GMT -8
*Clasping her temples with both hands rocking side to side chanting*
"The voices will stop.... The voices will stop.... The voices will stop.... if... if? I drive this ice pick through Seanathair's temple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Neatly snatching said blade off the table as she spoke turned putting all her power into making it one with the Old Man's head*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 4:23:23 GMT -8
*Moving nimbly pulling but a grain back and to the left caught Mórrígan's arm with his left hand then right, pivoting right at the hip & releasing her with all of his might. Shaking his head went back to his drink light a cigarette*
'Kids... they always want to play'
*Turning in the direction that the Projectile Mórrígan should have been flying*
'You know with that fancy new title & all that one might think that you'd have outgrown this toying around like an infant!'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 4:30:57 GMT -8
*The move was too swift; she had broken everything that sat at the core of her mind, both inherent and learned alike and committed everything into a single strike. The blade touched nothing but thin air as the first big hand caught her right arm, then the next. At a simple swing of the hip she was lifted off the ground and propelled in large by her own weight. Seconds before both hands released she could literally feel the Old Man flex his muscle and she was sent flying several meters away. The cool air was cool on her face... relaxing really. Bang!!!!!! Hitting the ground she rolled coming up on both feet in a couched position and stayed there a long moment*'This was going to hurt some in the morrow'*She said to herself. Gritting her eyes standing Mórrígan could not figure out if this was from the pain or mental preparation for 'Herself' answering. Walking towards the Old Man she thought more. No shame in schizophrenia but t'was still a fear, bad enough to actually have peoples minds buzz in her ear. Waving a right hand to stop all the chatter in her mind tossed a slap at An Tiarna passing by, at long last settling in across the table and stared*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 4:57:05 GMT -8
Mórrígan*An Tiarna shook his head looking casually around the table, knocked a kitchen knife to the ground, back and to his right then picked up his drink & lit a cigarette*
'You want to try that again Mórrígan?' |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 21:18:33 GMT -8
*Kaytra entered the pub, her cybernetic eyes keenly watching her surroundings. She wore a dark green Corellian flight jacket, over a black t-shirt, brown khaki pants and black combat boots. A Dl-44 blaster pistol sat in a holster strapped to her side. The only visible cybernetics or prosthetic parts were her eyes, the rest remained hidden by her clothes. She sat down at the bar, careful not to put her back to the door, and ordered a drink. The past few weeks had been long, and finding work had been a challenge. To occupy her time, she had taken up bounty hunting jobs, or mercenary work. While profitable, it was a job that didn't earn you many friends.*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 21:47:19 GMT -8
*Mórrígan watched the newcomer but said nothing as the woman entered the Mortus. She was alert as always with eyes set on all and everything as she had been taught. She slipped from her seat leaving An Tiarna alone and moved three tables down relaxing yet still sucking everything and all around her in*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 21:55:14 GMT -8
*An Tiarna did not loose notice of the newcomer but par usual sat still saying nothing. Mórrígan moving created a thin smile to cross his face; the girl now did the subtle things so basic yet essential among their kind purely by instinct. The place was an asylum, that much the ancient warrior realized, what was disturbing was just how comfortably he fit in to this environment. He sat pondering still if this infinite university still had room for the finite being that was he. Brows dropped as the thought rose up: did he find this universe to small to hold him in it? & on his nind wandered*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 7, 2016 22:02:44 GMT -8
*Shooting left fist to the air screaming out abruptly*
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna go bragh!!!! Saoirse go deo agus tiocfaidh ár Lá!!!!!"
*With that her hand dropped and she went back to her solitude. A collective voice rose up around her*
-IF Masses-
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna go bragh!!"
*All settled down to the normal mad house again*
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 7, 2016 22:12:56 GMT -8
*Collins always observant sat watching the entire scene. The screaming did little for him; darkness and stealth was the man's domain. He just sat by doing his job*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 2:40:05 GMT -8
Standing to his feet An Tiarna spoke*
"I would speak at their majestic gravesite but cannot think of a place more fitting than the Mortus to say a few words of three of our finest...Valandil Ar-Feiniel, Iniquitous, or Dace Concordia & Villa, who went by Randall Flagg too. Now, in the name of all, let speak the praise of these valiant men, and endeavor to formulate the thought and the hope that are in us. I propose to you that, speaking solemnly of these our unrepentant heroes, we renew our own vows; that, here & in the name of these unconquered and unconquerable men, we ask of the Gods, such unshakable purpose, such high and gallant courage, such unbreakable strength of soul as belonged to Val, Iniquitous & Villa."
*Eyes scanning the area he went on*
"We are not in sadness but rather in exaltation of spirit that it has been given to us to come thus into so close a communion with these brave and splendid souls. Splendid and holy causes are served by men who are themselves splendid and holy. And all that splendour and pride and strength was compatible with a humility and a simplicity of devotion to the Iron Fists, to all that was olden and beautiful and the holiness and simplicity of patriotism that they illustrated. The clear true eyes of these men almost alone in their day visioned the Iron Fists as we of today would surely have her: not free merely, but strong as well; not strong merely, but free as well."
*Speech growing a hair stronger*
"In a closer spiritual communion with him now than ever before or perhaps ever again, in a spiritual communion with those of his day, living and dead, who suffered with him in prisons, in communion of spirit too with our own dear comrades who suffer in prisons today, and speaking on their behalf as well as our own, we pledge to the Iron Fists our love, and we pledge to any who challenge the Iron Fists our hate. This we say in the name of our dead, men should speak with all charity and with all restraint; but I hold it a right to hate evil, to hate untruth, to hate oppression, and, hating them, to strive to overthrow them. Our foes are strong and wise and wary; but, strong and wise and wary as they are, they cannot undo the miracles of the Gods who ripens in the hearts of young men the seeds sown by the young men of a former generation. Rulers and Defenders of Realms outside and against Our Own had need to be wary if they would guard against such processes. Life springs from death; and from the graves of patriot men and women spring living nations. The Defenders of this Realms foreign and hateful of us have worked well in secret and in the open."
*Brows dropped, mouth distorting as the pitch rises to yelling*
"People like to think that they have pacified the Iron Fists. They think that they have purchased half of us and intimidated the other half. They think that they have foreseen everything, think that they have provided against everything; but the fools, the fools, the fools! — they have left us our Iron Fists dead, and while the Iron Fists holds these graves, Manaan unfree shall never be at peace!!!"
*Fist shooting to the sky screamin in a voice that would near shatter glass*
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideann go bragh!!"
*Still defiantly gazing hand still held high*
"Saoirse go deo!!!"
*Again in a ear-splitting pitch*
"Tiocfaidh ár Lá!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Looking across the small gathering he sat down*
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