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Post by An tSúil on Nov 23, 2024 0:51:29 GMT -8
An tSuil and The Raven were ever so quiet while Grace spoke. The two remained silent for several minutes after the woman was done addressing the group. Several long minutes. Several long agonizing minutes of utter silence. The female at last spoke almost in disbelief-An tSuil- “Sin e!?!” Her left wing extending to accent the words. Slowly the other bird spoke -The Raven- “Nil a fhios agam…. Both fell silent once again and sat watching. The then female declared -An tSuil- “Humans are disgusting.” Snuggling tight the unholy pair nestled in their hatred. The Raven felt a sudden urge to offer some tender assurances -The Raven- “Now, now, we’ll torture Boland soon and s’all will feel better.” This relationship was coming along quite nicely, so thought An tSuil. And the infernal dyad went back into cooking and cuddling
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Nov 23, 2024 4:08:37 GMT -8
The girls thought that they had missed it. Lamentedly they did not. The horror….. The unspeakable horror. Gid was carefully looking over the bodies present. The living breathing bodies. Interesting….. As the red Twi’lek was scoping out their comrades, Alem stood, pint in hand watching the pair of crows sitting high above. Something was very odd about the pair. Hand smacking forehead then laughing, Alem shook off the whole sorted business. And as her sisters entertaining themselves, Shakk, left to her own devices was ritualistically butchering a small innocent furry creature, that happened her way. As she was dissecting the animal the one could here the girl muttering in several languages, starting with her own -Shakk- “Brila….” This simply did not work to express what she was trying to say, so the girl tried basic -Shakk- “Movement?” Shrugging -Shakk- “Gluaiseacht…..” And at that she was smiling, and concentrating on her other fixation at present
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Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Nov 24, 2024 3:16:04 GMT -8
Writing. A humanoid construct, prevalent in many societies. Writing told stories. Recorded history. Or, maybe better put interpretations of histories. And here, at this moment, history was being made. Not some grand spectacle, such as much of the history of the ocean planet. But small history. Small history, the fundamental player in shaping big history. Here and now a significant piece of the puzzle that made the awe inspiring of the University entire was taking shape. And Al were so fortunate to have two of the great Seanchai present, namely Torna O’Maolchonaire and Aogan O’Rathallie, And so they wrote., both men, so that we might have a record. Torna scribbled eloquently and he began: Many have come and gone. Many fell in battle. Some died in old ag. I write so that a record of what were and what we did may be kept, for the likes of us will never be again…. Leaning back Torna read the words that he himself had written -Torna- “Good…. Now we begin” And he did And as he read so did Aogan, whose opinion was quite different -Aogan- “T’amadan!” Left hand nicking Torna upside the head “Aogan- “wee bit melodramatic there Torna?” Slipping the smack and rolling, Torna sent Aogan ass over kettle and hurling towards the floor. And Torna landing on top. The two, both masters in the art of hand to hand combat spun into a blur of flying fists, feet and blood. The hurricane of blinding speed and brute force reaching a climax collapsed in a heap. The two men sat dazed, badly bruised and broken. Who broke who’s nose, rib, limb or what have you was impossible to tell. Blood. Lots of blood. Blood ran from smashed noses. Blood came tricklingn from lacerations. Blood stained clothes and floors. At long last one broke the silence -Aogan- “As I earlier said, Tis a fine piece of literature you’re composing there…..” Handing a bottle to the other man, Torna said in response -Is ea….”:And the two sat and got ripped on the floor
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Post by An tSúil on Nov 25, 2024 0:05:44 GMT -8
The two birds sat, nestled comfortably for some time then abruptly one spoke -An tSuil- “Please tell me that we’re not going to sit on this cursed branch all day….” A silence hung in the air for some time. Quite some time really. Annoyed An tSuil spoke again, now yelling -A tSuil- “Duisigh!” The Raven, was more than just started. The poor creature sprang up from the branch, however in his haste he failed to release his grip. Wings shooting out and plumage flying left and right, the bird finally settled down. But his heart was still pounding like a drum. He spoke venomously-The Raven- “What is it darling?” And she said nothing. So, he sat. Waiting. And waiting. At long last she answered, well not so much answering but rather asking another question -An tSuil- “How many do we have to kill?” This actually had a calming effect on The Raven, and he spoke in return -The Raven- “How many you say?” His pitch now melodious -The Raven- “Every last one of them….” Then adding to accent -The Raven- “Gruesomely….” The pair held their post. Nodding beak at the gathering below -An tShuil- “Maybe herself has more to say…..” To which her partner “Is there any question?” The two wickedly cackled before settling down and listening
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 25, 2024 4:45:34 GMT -8
The pair stood among their own socializing. Te gang were looking more inclined towards going than staying. Here the Grace took initiative, clapping then stepping back one, two paces. Hands out stopping the lot the she spoke - fast -Grace- “Sidhe Gaoithe, or Fairy Wind, so we call it, and so we shall be….. One eye sweeping across the band of freedom fighters…. Now looking straight into the eyes of her Maker -Grace- “Small yet deadly… hard to chase.” *Chin rising* -Grace- “Let us be dust in the wind….”
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Nov 25, 2024 21:02:55 GMT -8
Co-Pilot and Pilot were making some interesting observations on Manaan. Interesting indeed. Both men, all obvious distinctions between them aside, were quite similar in fundamentals. That noted the social atmosphere both were observing was nothing short of astonishing. Having been out of the game for so long they both assumed that a cornucopia oof activity would welcome them. Yet the beach was strangely quiet. All of Manaan was eerily still too. The two immediately took to questioning both native Selkath and Humans. And they began engaging foreigners too. Both men began noticing an accented lack of non indigenous people. The pair then took to privately making contacts abroad. Same phenomenon presented itself. The two then began exchange the information each had found. The junior crewman put out a bold statement -Copilot- “Guess the promises that one blowbag made were pretty empty…..” Pilot chuckled then then added -Pilot- “We best tell the Chief about this one…..”
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 25, 2024 21:48:23 GMT -8
The woman stood watchin. Observing. Her crew in the main. But the crew members from Lamh Dhearg Manaan captured her attention. And at that the woman began to approach the pair. They knew something- that she could feel. She cut the distance to their table in but six steps and stood in front of the pair then speaking but two crisp words -Grace- “Spill it.” There was no threat in her voice, nor indifference; the question was simply very straightforward. When neither were immediately forthcoming she deftly turned Pilot’s data pad so that she could observe. Slipping into a chair she spoke earnestly -Grace- “Are you for real?” Looking to one man then the other -Grace- “So those pompous blowbags invaded claiming to be freeing the planet.” Left hand running through hair -Grace- “Then basically left.” Head shaking and - “That’s… pathetic.” A rough voice barked in the dark reaches of her mind <<Never, never just conquer- you must immediately follow that up - heavily…. And maintain it….>> Allowing the words to sink in for a long moment the woman began slowly looking around, her eye picking up very precise elements in a sea of life. Or lack thereof. -Grace- “Would you look at that now….” Then the greater meaning struck her! Turning to the men she spoke but one word -Grace- “Dead?” Quickly regaining control of her faculties -Grace- “No matter; we will prevail…..” And with that the woman left
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Post by An tSúil on Nov 26, 2024 15:44:51 GMT -8
The Raven and An tSuil sat high above the ground beneath looking down on the bizarre occurrence below, namely Life. Where An tSuil sat in admiration of the beauty and innocence The Raven could only recognize ugliness and abject stupidity. Without doubt there was a great difference in how each perceived things. The two were masters at playing the waiting game. And about twenty minutes into waiting The Raven tired of the game -The Raven- “Is she done yet?” Sighing deep she uttered flatly -An tSuil- “No…..” And silence reigned supreme. For a few minutes -The Raven- “Can we go now?” Rising irritation transparent in voice she spoke forcefully -An tSuil- “No!” Peaceful tranquility swept over the man made beach. Then soothing the still was shattered-Raven- “Can we go now?” Utter frustration felt in every word she spoke scathingly -A tSuil- “Shut up!” At last the two sat in silence watching. They sat watching as she left. And watching The Raven and An tSuil sat. Still. Silent. At long last she broke the quietude asking -An tSuil- “How did an inpatient being such as yourself last so long?” And The Raven, not so much answering as he was sadly lacking in an inner voice, blurted out- “Always thought that hanging out on a beach all day would be relaxing….. It’s not.” And like that they were gone…..
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