Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 14, 2016 18:21:44 GMT -8
*Mórrígan waited patiently as the the roar settled down then immediately pulled a revolver from her side and capped another pedestrian passing by. Slipping the gun neat back into hoster*
"Maith go leor! No more shooting! We start as set out... in the morrow.... which is now today."
*Flipping her hair back with a gin*
"When we're sober...."
*She looked around wearily*
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 14, 2016 18:25:57 GMT -8
*Epona watching the scene heard Morrígan's call. Her eye fell immediately on An Tiarna though. Noticing the Old Man's swift compliance with the sharp order from the woman she responded in kind. Morrígan was sounding tired... She was feeling the fatigued caused from lack of action Epona thought; time to actually start doing. She really needed to stop drinking. Maybe this whole family should stop drinking. The sun was long down but it felt like day*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 9:55:55 GMT -8
*The Old Man with brows rose, a thin smile on his face*
'We sober enough yet?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 11:59:42 GMT -8
*Mórrígan did not miss the intended target of the Old Man’s off the cuff question; the 13 year old deaf wolfhound 10 meters away could not miss the point. Back stiffening Morrigan replied coldly*
“Well allow me to retort.”
*Staring An Tiarna down*
“I can’t speak for you but we move now.”
*And with that turning back to the girls Mórrígan dropped the hammer *
“Ceart!”
*With a sensitive voice laid it on like steel wool on burned flesh*
“Brigid dear, I know that this may come as a shock to you but we’ve had babies born on this island .”
*An upward nod towards The Doctor*
“Now… are you comfortable that he oversees the well-being of our children?”
*With an ear to ear grin and eyes all sunshine and lollipops*
“Get that pretty little behind of yours over to Dun na Manaan and put that medical department in order….”
*A cutting glare passing over the Doctor*
“You’re the genius….”
“Upward nod to Brigid*
“She’s the boss.”
*Left brow raised, eyes wide and voice mimicking surprize*
“Deirdre! I thought that you’d have half that library recatelogued and be in the thick of refurnishing the place already.”
*Cheeks creasing*
"Might shock you but it doesn't take care of itself"
*Falling into a pharisaical caricature for affect with a limp wave of hand and sassy voice*
“Accessorise girl!”
*Face flat in an unconditional low voice*
"Move it."
*Zeroing in on the Twi’leck trio*
“You three and Epona?”
*Smiling with thin eyes*
“You’re all mine.”
*And with that the conversation stopped*
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Post by Brigid Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 13:13:45 GMT -8
*Brigid listened closely and watched all the closer. The word that that rested onto ear was accented by body language; it was an art public speaking, one that Mórrígan handled quite effortlessly. All that set aside Brigid could not control her heart from picking up a pace, or teh when she was addressed. The widow to the soul, as they eyes; when Mórrígan caught mine Brigid thought she must have one Hell of a view, giant as they grew. Sweat began to roll down her forehead. She was to administer the medical care of the IF? Strangely, it was when Mórrígan gestured to The Doctor and asked Brigid’s opinion that all settled in her stomach; that man needed supervision. With that she rose with a bow and these words*
“Go raibh maith agat.”
*Then turning and walking away she turning her head*
“Come now; we’ve work to do.”
*And with that she walked away*
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Post by Deirdre Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 13:33:29 GMT -8
*Deirdre had been on the Island a stretch and become used to the power structure. Frankly she could understand An Tiarna’s utterly fractured look when speaking of people not knowing who Mórrígan was. She knew who Mórrígan was as a child; paying peripheral attention to the news played frightful games on a young mind. Deirdre was always a keen follower of the universe around her and some people stood out even if one was not watching. Past all that, the word that things were finally moving indeed moved her and as the final word dropped she leapt from her chair, bowed and ran towards the Library*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 17:08:09 GMT -8
*The Old Man was inpressed; Mórrígan was doing as she should. & he spoke to that effect. Looking outward away from the crowd the thunderous voice of the old man was hurled out at the wide sea and hurled back by the prevailing North wind it crashed down like a storm on those around his Dark shadow that haunted the Manaan beachhead*
'Planning need first begin as an insular exercise.....'
*An tiarna sat still some time before speaking again. His voice suddenly rose up out of his mouth again*
'Only then when you have your homefront secure and under your Iron Hand can you even think of the wide universe that surrounds us.....'
*Looking down he thought for a long moment*
'Strange how much attention we finite beings engender from that depths of that infinite void....'
*He appeared to have left things hanging there as oft he did then continued*
'I advice that you do several things. Foremost of these Mórrígan remember what I say now & fashion the future of the Iron Fists from there.... Everything else will fall in place afterwards.'
*Slowly and low he set this out framed in these words*
'Your vanity is a barking dog; silence it so that none know the narrow path that is your life....'
*At that he stopped a long moment, hair blowing back in the wind he commented, seemingly off the cuff before falling silent again*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 17:43:56 GMT -8
*Mórrígan sat smoking a cigarette... or ten as the Old Man rambled on. Brushing her hair back it crossed her mind how unlike the vast number of poor souls subjected to listening to his rambling she could actually make some semblance of reason from his bizarre abuse of the spoken word. That basic truth throw aside she sat absorbing what had just fell on her brain like a piano falling on a mouse. Eyes tightening she opened a Comm. link*
::I want orbit swept and the same with the Island....::
*Licking her lip and tossing back loose hair again she sighed*
'It has begun.'
*She smiled and nursed her drink she struggled near losing balance as her brain began to shake. Regaining herself Mórrígan muttered*
"More...."
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 7:42:32 GMT -8
*Mórrígan approached Collins with a smile and quietly slipping a written order to Collins*
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 16, 2016 7:47:05 GMT -8
*Opening a Comm. link Collins made a quiet order. Cutting the Comm. he sat closely watching the scene*
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zabrak Twin Dubh
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 18:52:36 GMT -8
*Landing outside the Mortus the girls were given back their bags and allowed to move forward. They walked towards the Mortus hands sweating. Both moved towards the ugliest looking ape in sight and stood waiting*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 18:56:04 GMT -8
*The Old Man watched as the pair approached. They reminded him of somebody but just who passed his mind. As they came close he asked*
'Have we met before?'
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 19:29:55 GMT -8
*Doz stood quietly avoiding eye contact. Conversely Bez looking the Old Man straight in the eye spoke coolly*
"An Tiarna Dubh I presume.”
*With a crack of a smile she asked*
“A question if I may be so bold."
*With a lift of the chin she asked what she'd heard had been presented to the Old Man more than once before*
“How could a man so ugly have so many attractive daughters?”
*Brows raising she waited. *
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 20:26:18 GMT -8
*The Old Man watched the girls as they came close. They reminded him of someone from somewhere along the winding path that was his life but he was uncertain just who. Eyes observed the two closely. They were both scared - he could smell it - the one bowed her head away & the other in her bravery revealed her fear. His mind wandered for a moment. The question snapped him back to attention, brows dropping eyes cutting through her the Ancient Warrior suddenly barked a deep laugh*
'Been asking myself the same... for years.'
*With an upward nod*
'Do tell what brings you here.' |
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 21:05:13 GMT -8
*Doz' head shot up wide eyes jaw dropped glare set on her sister as the question left her mouth then driopped her head again thinking ~We are going to die~. Bez had felt her knees go weak as the Old Man's stare cut through her. His laughter set all straight and she responded*
"Our grandmother was named Gull Doth....
*Leaving the name in the air a moment she continued in a clear voice*
"She had a son, who she named Alk Doth Dubh, father taken into consideration."
"And we are his daughters."
*Hand gesturing towards her sister*
"Doz...."
*Hand back resting on her chest."
"And Bez Doth Dubh."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 21:08:54 GMT -8
*Staring blankly ahead responded*
'This just keeps getting sicker... I mean richer.'
*Motioning to the left*
'Don't wait in line; take a seat... way things run round here won't be a seat left without a relative sittin in it'
*Scratching his head turns asking the crowd*
'Could somebody please explain to me why exactly t'would be this particular case where said human Zabrak congress did not in it's wake create a pair of pair of Dathomirians????'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 23:05:13 GMT -8
*Leaning in with brows high*
"Because you are butt ugly?"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 23:09:33 GMT -8
*A sly grin rolls across his face*
'Well that certain explains why when you dear were born the doctor slapped your mother.'
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Post by Twin Togruta Dubh on Feb 18, 2016 9:56:31 GMT -8
*A ship landed outside the Mortus. Troops were followed by two girls - Togruta walked out they went straight over to An Tiarna bowed and spoke*
"An Tiarna Dubh I am Rhiannon Dubh
*Gesturing to her sister*
" This is Aranrhod, my sister."
*The girls stood waiting*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 18, 2016 10:01:55 GMT -8
*An Tiarna nodded speaking*
'Sit... please.'
*He spat out a few words*
'They say rats flee a sinking ship... wise animals. funny how the human animal seems to flock to them."
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