Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 2:57:38 GMT -8
*Chin up Mórrígan listened to each word. She had heard the Old Man speak a thousand times and more often than not some wisdom was to be gained. Now on those quite sporadic occasions when no logic was mixed up in his speech t'was then that she wanted to pound a 6 inch stake through an eye. But of the three now in question at the moment this was a time to listen. At the end Mórrígan imitated An Tiarna purely from experience, screaming*
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideann go bragh!!
Saoirse go deo!!!
Tiocfaidh ár Lá!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Then settling back into her seat*
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Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Feb 8, 2016 3:08:19 GMT -8
Silent through the address Torna Ó Maolchonaire at last stood screaming with An Tiarna before taking his seat again*
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideann go bragh!!
Saoirse go deo!!!
Tiocfaidh ár Lá!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 8, 2016 3:16:37 GMT -8
*Collins rose to his feet with a vengeance screaming, a legion of troops joining in*
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideann go bragh!!
Saoirse go deo!!!
Tiocfaidh ár Lá!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Then back to his seat*
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Feb 8, 2016 3:20:26 GMT -8
*Watching eyes looking as if ready to pop out of his head too rose up and roared before sitting again*
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideann go bragh!!
Saoirse go deo!!!
Tiocfaidh ár Lá!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 8, 2016 3:36:14 GMT -8
*The doctor watched quite and polite then slipped into the bar*
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Post by Anishinaabe First Nation on Feb 8, 2016 3:43:12 GMT -8
*The bellow of 3500 men came up behind like a suffocating hot simmer breeze*
"Óglaigh na Iarndóideann go bragh!!
Saoirse go deo!!!
Tiocfaidh ár Lá!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2016 4:13:53 GMT -8
*In the background an ominous figure is noticeable. In an eerie voice he coos"
"Good!!! Goood!!!!"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 4:22:55 GMT -8
*An Tiarna face twitches in that fashion just before he loses his marbles. A lovely, heartfelt gesture towards three people near & dear shattered by the antics of an ugly idiot with a squeaky voice. How impeccably timed. Just when we decide to get serious. Taking his seat quietly he stares straight ahead* |
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 21:23:24 GMT -8
*Mórrígan sat for some time thinking. She had more than just existed in this mighty universe; indeed she had a role in the history chiselled out in the collective memory and written word that told the story as it was read in schools. Things were becoming stagnant and insular. In this type of environment few creatures flourished, one among the many that did not was the Iron Fists. It was time to act as the title she carried demanded. With a deep breath Mórrígan’s fist hit the table*
"Maith go leor!!!”
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 8, 2016 21:25:13 GMT -8
*Collins casually leaned forward, elbows on knees with head cocked slightly to the right ears open and alert eyes on Mórrígan*
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Feb 8, 2016 21:27:12 GMT -8
*Luca’s eyes squinted a touch as his chin rose a hair turning to the left*
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Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Feb 8, 2016 21:29:11 GMT -8
*The old academic sat still, always the learner*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 21:31:48 GMT -8
*An Tiarna had been waited for this moment, that is if it were to ever happen. Mórrígan was confident but now he awaited content. Sitting still he watched but more so listened. Oft response measured ones good opinion of something. In this case the Old Man hoped speaking would be unnecessary*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 21:40:41 GMT -8
*Mórrígan did not look around for signs of approval, just merely gave a moment for all to collect themselves. In a steady voice she spoke*
“Things are at a junction. We could easily just sit here a do nothing and grow fat, before transpiring of the eventually cardiac arrest that accompanies overeating, excessive alcohol consumption and lack of physical exercise.”
*With a nod to the right*
“Or maybe just wither away with our stamp already made in the history books they hand out in schools….”
*Leaving that thought to be digested a moment*
"I say that we’ll be doing a bit more than that….”
*Fierce gleam in her eyes and a smile on lips*
“Michael, I trust that you will handle all the necessary measures to proceed with what I lay down?”
*Framed as a question this was clearly an order. Speaking sweetly like a child to trusted overprotective uncle yet clearly her words were that of regal authority*
“Of course Luca will help.”
*Waving a hand towards Big Ugly*
“Well we conduct business his Holiness the Walking Disaster here will have a free hand to… well... sashay around clubbing people the bloody thing with it as he unquestionably will."
*Dropping her head with a giggle at the inner vision of the village bulldog, now in a retired state, free of all duty or restraint prancing about among the poodles, Mórrígan collected herself and spoke coldly*
If he starts a war? Good we do that well.”
*Pointing to her chest than offering the hand out*
“I myself?”
*A fast look and a finger pointing at Collins*
“I’ll be making some diplomatic trips to nation states out there…. People can choose if they wish to be cordial or not.”
*Licking her lip*
“Homeland security and business will be attended to as regular.”
*Taking a drink*
“The ship over Cloud City will stand. We have people in that fish bowl with rocks being hurled at it; immoral to leave them unguarded.”
*Face wooden*
"And a hand in the jar of the gas industry is a fringe benefit of said mission.
Aside that? Well… let’s just see.”
*With that Mórrígan stopped talking*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 22:12:38 GMT -8
*An Tiarna nodded as Mórrígan spoke, both at the content and style of presenting her address. The ancient warrior stoped cold with a sharp dangerous stare as his name came up, head shifting a keen ear on her words. There too she acted perfectly, showing no reaction towards his posture; Mórrígan spoke for herself without seeking his nod of approval. This he could rest easy with. If he died tomorrow he could rest*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 22:36:53 GMT -8
*Mórrígan's eyes fell cold on the Doctor, voice even*
"You're a talented physician and as of this second officially are the chief medical staff in the Iron Fists."
*Words growing very strong*
"A word. You stick to the healing part unless you're instructed to do otherwise."
*Unconsciously dropped an old trademark of her grandfather, the one word order framed as a question*
"Understand?"
*At that all seemed tied up save the exact as to where she would first land*
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 8, 2016 22:45:29 GMT -8
*The Doctor had been sitting a while observing the meeting, following a small break in the bar. As he was addressed looking at Mórrígan cautiously, nodding deep as she finished*
"Thank you m'Lady."
*Then sitting back to his files*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 8, 2016 23:18:26 GMT -8
*The Old Man's eyes fell on The Doctor for but a second before he quickly pulled attention aside not wishing for his overprotective nature to interfere with & devalue the excellent execution of regal authority that Mórrígan displayed* |
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 1:50:10 GMT -8
*Mórrígan' looking An Tiarna in the eye states*
"You know we might have actually played a role, forgive the pun, in the marked decline pf the tourist industry on Manaan?"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 1:57:48 GMT -8
*Brows eaising the An Tiarna snaps back*
'You think we have?'
*The words barely escape An Tiarna's mouth when yet another renegade, & probably underfed Togorian darts by in the background with the feet of what is beyond but a sliver of reasonable doubt a tourist hanging from it's mouth* |
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