Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 4:16:18 GMT -8
*Mórrígan was caught by Shakk's words and turned then back to Old Man*
"She has a point."
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 4:22:27 GMT -8
*Taking a drink & lighting a cigarette asked with brows raising*
"& what do you say?
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 4:36:34 GMT -8
*With a nod of the head. Picked up a Comm. but did not open it straight away*
"We roll wisely"
*The opening a Comm. link she spoke*
::I want to know what the state of affairs on Bespin... and our gas reserve::
*Cutting the Comm. took a drink of wine then looking at the girls*
"wait a few moments; I said wisely, not slowly...."
Detonation codes:
Tibannopolis ~ TIBANG6396
Cloud City ~ MUSHROOMCLOUD6734
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 19:33:41 GMT -8
*The Old Man sat watching & finally spoke*
'Let it rest for a stretch then call it.'
*Dipping his head to catch Mórrígan eye to eye*
'It will stir the pot. The idea then is to move subtle while all is busy. Small steps.'
*The Old Man sits up speaking his wavy dark hair setting down*
'But again I say that we hold up…. We keep men on that nightmare waiting to happen on Cloud City & Tibannopolis; we leave it set to blow. Maintain it. Any who blow it off….”
*Turn of the head, lips pursed eyes down hands open*
'Who’s the fool then?'
*Hand tossing the subject aside. Eyes settling on the sea*
'Close our doors.... We have opened our arms long enough.'
*A smile passing his face*
'They'll be so tired from holding them up in this warm welcome garbage we'll lack the energy to strike anybody*
*Eyes batting a moment as his brain tried to unsuccessfully process being pacific*
'All the tourists who wish to can land here but….'
*Pointing as he spoke eyes fierce brown*
'But a hint of aggression? We drop the SOB. That dear is my opinion.'
*Sitting back he left the final say in the hands of herself*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 23:07:48 GMT -8
*Listening to the Old Man speak Mórrígan nodded several times giggling beside herself several times in the end pulled herself regal and laid down the word*
"I say that works... for now."
*Snapping fingers and shouting out*
"Bloody hard not to hear him and with this damn gang of pencil pushers writing down every word we say not like any can miss it."
*Scribes caught every word as it was said right down to Mórrígan cussing them out for writing down every word that was said*
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 24, 2016 0:49:39 GMT -8
*Hand smacking off his forehead screams out*
"Do we ever sleep here??"
*Tosses a wink at the Old Man* |
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 4:08:40 GMT -8
*The shuttle landed close to the Mortus. Both men walked out and immediately moved towards the pub. Coming up on An Tiarna the froze a second. Loach didn't say much but his eyes were not aiding him any. Ciarán looked around. The man was the beast who ate Tokyo but - hello - whoa if his mind was working right that was Mórrígan which meant she was his cousin. Shivering he looked back at the Big Ugly thing*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 4:18:35 GMT -8
*An Tiarna watched the ship come down. No firing. Then land. No exploding. The men exited. No attack. Odds to him said famila.... He looked at the two finally barking*
"Yes!?!'
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 4:34:06 GMT -8
*Both men pulled back at the question. Laoch could not really swing around what to say. "How goes it gramps? Wanna burn a few cities."*He simply stood staring eyes falling on the woman* ~WTF!?! that's my cousin???~*Louche near began crying at the tragedy in it all* Ciarán stelling in from the start caught the big man's eyes. He spoke tossing the temporary ID to An Tiarna*
"He's Laoch Bán Dubh."
*Thumb on chest*
"Ciarán Dubh they call me. Been on Coruscant much?!?"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 4:47:58 GMT -8
*The Old Man looked through the two. As Ciarán finished he spoke*
"I've been a lot of places...."
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 4:53:38 GMT -8
*Mórrígan swept in before anything got lost in the mosh*
"I think that you're my cousins.... He does... well certainly did a lot, and here we are....."
*With a smile*
"Have a seat and make yourself.... you are home."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 5:04:29 GMT -8
*Both nodded and took seats. And here begins another sorry saga in the life and times of An Tiarna and blood*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 21:22:00 GMT -8
*Smiling at Mórrígan*
'Always a charm....'
*Over to the two men*
'Where were we? Yes. You were telling a tale of Coruscant. Go ahead led do thoill.'
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 22:53:04 GMT -8
*Sitting the pair instinctively cased the place out. Quite the war zone Laoch thought smiling at the lady. Mórrígan Dubh. He remembered her from the Holonews screaming declarations of war - many a time. Who could have missed that? She reads minds he heard; time for happy thoughts about wholesome subject matter. He had to look though - cousin or not. Ciarán holding the stare with An Tiarna slipped a revolver from side laying it on the table subtly edging his hand back but a stitch. He didn't start talking just kept on watching*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 23:34:07 GMT -8
*Ciarán attempts to hold his stare but turns for a second. This dude is spooky. He spoke*
"We dumped into, and bumped off a few people who owe you...." |
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 24, 2016 23:55:07 GMT -8
*The Old Man looked around him. More family? This was getting painful. Mórrígan , who even he himself far to frequently mistook for Riona Mórrígan, now deceased, who was daughter of one of many daughters, Isis in this case. & said daughter in particular was also dead. That hurt just wrapping himself around it. & even then he would likely need to have that checked out. Not quite like a steel boot between the legs but t'was painful nonethesame. He lit a cigarette waiting for the next shoe, inevitably of one who was a relation & consequently would feel entitled, dropped from the sky and landed square between his knees. At Ciarán's statement he nodded*
"Good boys."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 0:06:47 GMT -8
*Mórrígan cranked a few shots off at the sky*
"Shitehawks again...."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 1:44:54 GMT -8
*Waving his hand across the pair*
'If they aren't relatives we shoot them...."
*With a smile he jested*
'If they are... we'll shoot them twice.'
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Post by Twin Togruta Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 3:34:30 GMT -8
*Rhiannon ever so gracefully her movement looked like a form of erotic dance came be up hind a man sliding the barrel of blaster up and pulling the trigger she muttered *
<<Up close; back of the head.>>
*Brows creased her sister not to be outdone arbitrarily picked one of the many scattered around the peaceful patio and subsequently dropped the unsuspecting fool. The death pool kept climbing with more $ hitting the table*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 3:49:37 GMT -8
*The girls were all peace love and granola getting one with their more spiritual inner self when the horrifying incidents transpired. Shakk immediately capped an unsuspecting bystander. Her second shot tagged a jogger and say goodnight diet worries for him. Gid and Alem in a smooth spontaneous move crossed arms, one gun South; one North and down went two men. A shot caught a taxi-driver in a car racing by which subsequently totaled a passing speeder greasing a family of four. And all with the three fell back to their tea*
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