Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Oct 31, 2024 19:23:09 GMT -8
Once again the small woman stood tall, this time declaring to one and all present. Glass raised above her head then screaming defiantly to the high Heavens above where she stood -Grace- “Beannacht oiche Shamhna!!! Boland, still standing at her side just listened as the saying, or at least attempts at it, rang through the pub. And he thought to himself ~No transparent IF support here I can see.….~ A wry smile swept over the man’s face and was gone
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Chopsop
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Post by Chopsop on Oct 31, 2024 21:43:08 GMT -8
The man sat in a dark corner with his back to the wall observing. chop shop was once the proud proprietor of Inky & Val’s Villia: Galactic Convenience Store & Gas Bar but in came that gallant crew claiming to save all and ruining everything…. With a wave another pitcher of dark ale was laid out on his table. He watched closely,. And he prayed and prayed. Then prayed some more. Bring things back to where they were….
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 3, 2024 2:23:24 GMT -8
The boys were once again sitting. Another pitcher arrived & Laouch filling both his glass then Kieran’s he spoke -Laoch- “I believe that the family is gathering…..” Taking his glass & dropping it with one gulp then answering -Kieran- “So it would appear…..” Casually refilling his glass the man flipped a few sheets in front of himself around violently -Kieran- “It is something reading the bs that people spew.”
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Nov 3, 2024 22:14:22 GMT -8
Sitting far at the back of the pub sat a man. A very big, very imposing man. Had been sitting there for a long time. Long indeed. In left hand he toyed with notepad, simple paper, not some form of sophisticated computer gear. Inside onevwould find a growing number of names. But for now he put the pad away in a pocket. And he continued watching…. In his casing out the place his eyes fell on those of Di and here Luca gave but a nod before looking further
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Post by Di Fastski on Nov 3, 2024 22:49:15 GMT -8
Di had been neatly filing away information too. Mentally in the main but he too relied on simple pad and pen. Archaic to be sure but very practical. Casing the joint out the man’s eyes met with those of Luca. History moves on small things so they say. Case in point the simple nod from Luca. Di immediately downing the last of his beer straight from the a pitcher, he then lit a cigarette and tossing the pack and lighter in coat pocket. Standing Di walked out of the establishment. And into the fire
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 4, 2024 5:18:44 GMT -8
looking around casually one man spoke -Kieran- “Might be high time for us to split.” Abruptly standing and withdrawing a pistol the man walked out of the bar.Nodding in agreement Laochfast followed suit and was gone
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Nov 4, 2024 11:40:16 GMT -8
The big man moved without a second thought. Standing and pushing the table aside he went straight for the door. Fast….. Very fast. Literally picking Chopshop up in passing the man, and muttering a few words in the ear of Boland, Then dropping a device from hand the big man left the establishment in a scramble OoC: Chopshop was moved with OoC permission
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 4, 2024 15:23:25 GMT -8
Boland heard what Luca said very clearly. And he could see the thermos detanator hit the floor. He knew what was happening. Without delay grabbing Grace under the arm he ran out the door, dragging the woman with him. The woman swept off hurt feet had not a second to resist and consequently went with him. All around them Selkath and human workers, quite climatized with this type of madness began a human exodus for the door. Others hid, taking shelter from the oncoming storm
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Nov 4, 2024 15:35:23 GMT -8
Five maiive Togs stormed into the pub, tossing detonators and grenades inside the pub in all directions. Sgt Slaughter led the men, tossing his own explosive devices into the center of the bar. The old warrior then led his crew of vagabonds in a hasty retreat. Explosions and fires quick ravaged throughout the building. T’was a beautiful, glorious moment indeed OoC This hit is not intended to kill a single PC; blasting the innards of the place straight to hell is their intention; copy ,paste and run….. welcome to Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Nov 4, 2024 15:56:15 GMT -8
The pub was blown to into next week. Oh the humanity. La de da de da it was a rich tapestry. Many took shelter and more fled. A few useless tools were not quick enough, or lacking the common sense to move, and were consequently blown into the great hereafter. Those surviving the whole mess quickly began putting out fires, dragging out the bodies of the charred and burning bodies of the less fortunate. What a wreck it was.. Right from elders who had prevailed through such idiocy in the bizarre and violent history that plagued this planet to those who had only heard of this element of normal life on Ahto Island shook the whole incident off quite easily. And so on and so forth blah blah blah I could go on all day but let us spare the details
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Post by Di Fastski on Nov 4, 2024 23:12:17 GMT -8
Back at ye ole pub things were still looking , well let us say a might bit rough. Little fires were missed and many of these unfortunately grew. Hence it became a constant struggle managing such. Most bodies, of which there were actually but few, were quite horrifically damaged. This made identification difficult if not impossible.The general cleanup, conversely, was completed quite quickly. The person in charge of assessing damaged goods found that a notably small amount of alcoholic beverages had been damaged…. Small miracle
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Nov 5, 2024 22:46:26 GMT -8
He felt compelled to observe just what happened in - or perhaps to The Mortus. Much was destroyed.The juke, which could seemingly survive the blast from a death star size cannon, was still intact and at that very moment was spiting out a beautiful Bagpipe version of Scotland the Brave. A few tables, an assortment of nick necks and such. Some wall monuments. The greater amount of booze too had survived. And at that the Old now Dead man blessed himself…. He would say that the important things survived. The way the memories of this sacred place were dragged through the mud by some who had little if any memory of the place, or worse still those who should know better making outright nonsense statements. The Ghoul shook his head. What a pathetic mess. He could not help but mutter -An Tiarna:-“T’is heartbreaking….” And it was. But he noticed too that a few who worked at the pub were lost. Yet these positions were easily filled, by others taking on the work. And some who volunteered. And he had a sneaking suspicion that they did not show up out of loyalty to any of the sorry pretenders who had ravaged the island. The workers were really leaning into repairs. Selkath wailing could be heard. As too could a more familiar Caoineadh be heard. Oh yeah, he thought, these fools are winning…. Head shaking he became vaguer and vaguer til there was nothing. Repairs on the bar continued
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Post by Chopsop on Nov 6, 2024 0:44:30 GMT -8
aThe man had his sorry behind saved from certain death the other night. So here he was repairing and in some cases outright replacing large portions of the interior of the pub. A considerable amount had sustained damages that could be repaired. A lot too had eluded the flames. Was a real mixed bag
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Post by Chopsop on Nov 6, 2024 23:53:22 GMT -8
Chopsop leaned into his work. Threw some real muscle into it…. And that was backbreaking. The place was a wreck. Had heard a lot about the place before ever seeing it. A lot. Built on the beach The Old man had that poor Villa build - after t’was richly explained to him by a not so kind young fella that no beach ever existed on Manaan. A fair number of people really missed that point. Or were just to stupid to look. Think while you work….. was certainly working as Chop worked. Squinting as his eyes hit the floor. Mental note: fire… nor water was taking the blood on these floors away. Was mesmerizing. Stupefying. He actually was feeling dizzy. The last thing tha….. Eyes opening were met by light and… and what? Blurring. Left hand working on his eyelids. Things slowly came togeather. Slowly
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Post by Chopsop on Nov 7, 2024 21:24:09 GMT -8
The man was eyeing the crew of people helping him. Hard workers. And things were coming along quite swiftly
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 7, 2024 22:02:33 GMT -8
Entering the pub Kieran was impressed. Bar was looking good. Helluva lot better than what he expected. His own investigation was really telling. The Old man had taught him well. There the death of the man struck him sudden. Kinda like being in a landspeeder and being hit by an AT AT. Well maybe not that bad but bad.He continued to stack the pieces together. Quick fix development at lightening speed of operations that already existed and moreover took a legitimate effort to establish. Maybe people were too busy mud wrestling….. This was a joke. But Kieran was not smiling. Right hand smacking into forehead as he read about some dude dropped an imaginary Togorian. Now that was a feat. Was indeed a lot of heavy handed nonsense going on here. And with that looking up at his brother -Kieran- “Brother, you ever really think about the ‘average’ body mass and height of humans in this Uni?” Big left hand sweeping above the table “Ain’t no shortage of business in the growth hormone market!” Both men broke down in spasms of laughter. Calmer heads prevailed, as even Laoch began sifting through evidence. One thing at least - certainly was entertaining. And he read how this one blowbag dared claim that the Old man was rewriting history. As Laoch thought heavily his eyes took to squinting. Remembering a tale of people coming in search of Nexus once…. And The Old man telling them he’d cut their hearts out if they didn’t backpedal on that one. And… any claims that one fool had were shot to pieces in the face of reality….. Laoch lit a cigarette
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 9, 2024 20:36:26 GMT -8
The woman came walking slowly into the pub. She was a beautiful young woman, that was fairly transparent. But it was equally transparent that she’d seen a battle or two, so the saying goes. The eye patch on the left side of her face hid whatever injury lie behind. But it did not conceal a couple vicious scars, nor did it cover what appeared like half an ear. All that aside, the girl came to a halt in front of Kieran and Laoch. Hand raising to stop any unnecessary coming to there feet, the woman sat down -Grace- “Tell me what’s what.”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 9, 2024 21:00:23 GMT -8
Laoch actually respected the lady. Stand up person. Hot like a firecracker. Well with exception for the mess that one side of her face was. And the man sat there somewhat caught up in all that. Kieran’s nostrils flared and the fire in his eyes rose up. But he held back from immediately popping Laoch on the chin -Kieran- Lovely to see you back and hope your family is situated.” Nodding at the papers on table -Kieran- “Weight amount of information there…..” Finger pointing out quite subconsciously. Kieran was sharp, just as sharp as one could be -Kieran- “But I got these suckers cold.”
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 9, 2024 21:15:52 GMT -8
Head turning ever so slight and chin dropping with the man’s words, the woman listened closely. She had made a few observations herself. One of the Natives had told of some dimwit popping a Selkath wearing a fur coat and babbling some stupidity about beating up an IF man. Straight away she wondered just how this creampuff would have stood with a real Tog marine. But the whole incident was stupid. Quite. She also noticed no real presence of any sort on the island city. These invaders had come, shot their mouths off, did pretty much nothing then split. Yeah; how boss. Shaking her head the girl sat waiting….
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 9, 2024 21:39:29 GMT -8
Kieran gave a slight smile -Kieran- “She we got these cream puffs running around crying and whining….” Big left pushing that aside -Kieran- “And Al that but these brainless fools ain’t following facts.” Looking Grace dead in the eyes, well the one eye he could see -Kieran- “You see Mortus gave this place to The Old man….. why?”Eyes raising -Kieran- “Because when Tanith, of the now defunct CDDC, who the IF were the military wing of at the time, declared that she was hitting Manaan, The Old man told the IF to stand down, or he’d cut their hearts out. She and An Tiarna got in one too many squabbles and he and the loyal went and sat on Manaan. Under the invite of Mortus.” Kieran sat back getting a drink and lighting a pipe. Smiling yet shaking his head at the same time -Kieran- “And when Mortus left he passed it on to An Tiarna; it is the Old man’s….” Looking around himself he asked -Kieran- “Where the hell is Sheraph? Or Iniquitous?” With an upward nod -Kieran- “Hearing me out there?”
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