Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 21:46:50 GMT -8
*They sat for a long while. Drinking. Feasting, as the table was filled, emptied then filled again. Smoking, toking. Abruptly she spoke* -Morrigan- "You know what I hate most?" *On a roll and in no way expecting an answer* -Morrigan- "The unimaginative."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 9:00:57 GMT -8
*Kieran say impatiently waiting. The sitting was painful. The drink wasn't riding that well either. Something had to give here. Looking at the woman he thought. It struck him like an SSD. A smile grew on the man's hard face. Laoch meanwhile was also mired in inner thought. He mumbled as the kind raced* -Laoch- "The wheels on the bus to round and round, round and round, round and round all through the Underworld of Coruscant, Coruscant....." *Kieran's eyes lot up* -Kieran- "Thank you my developmentally delayed brethren!" * Laoch snapping from the trance like state turned and asked* -Laoch- "Huh?" *Looking The woman inn the eye he asked* -Kieran- "Want to Bust Brutal?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 9:12:13 GMT -8
*Morrigan, caught in a moment of deep soul searching trying decisively conclude if black or silver on the paint scheme in her room snapped awake to Kieran's question. She understood the colloquialism "Busting brutal" but was intrigued* -Morrigan- "Expand...." *She waited*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 9:53:40 GMT -8
*Laoch came off every bit the big dumb clown. And he was in essentials everything but. All inner turmoil over the choice between the benefit of diet soft drinks compared to regular was momentarily tossed aside as Kieran and Morrigan began speaking business. He had business. Murdering everyone who stood in their path was too of the list. But first that Galactic News tag sitting on the table. sift drink the conflict with himself had a date with the porcelain alter. But he listened. Kieran spoke* -Kieran- "People are crazy. They chop off arms, legs and heads and don't beat an eye...." *The man now had total control of the audience of two* "Some old bag steals a loaf of bread to survive and they scream and whine." *Now in the swing* -Kieran- "I say we just take the spice from Kessel crystallize it then flood the market.You know people...."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 11:32:47 GMT -8
*The woman listened close. Killing was top of her list. And lots of it. But Kieran had certainly peaked her attention. Opening a Comm. Iink she spoke* -Morrigan- "Hello operator...." *A flood of accusations and treats came at the poor woman* -Morrigan- "I assure you the Old man is unfortunately disceased, meaning he ceases to breath, drink, get himself into ridiculous relationships, kill people, order people killed, blow up fleets, buildings, grou ps of build, cities, or make entire planets uninhabitable...." *The bee hive of rattling at the other end came off like some bizarre snytho punk beat. Pleasing to some but to the woman it was sickening. Finally she spoke* -Morrigan- "He called what!?!" * Left holding the gadget to ear, her right index pointed forward with each word* "Look. He is... was a very sick man. Mentally that is. I don't care what kind of Bill he ran up talking to Twilleck's Tall Tails." *Right brushing back locks* "Could you just connect me to this number?" *Paper now in hands she read off a chain of digets* -Morrigan- "Yes that's Kessel. Thank you." *The Comm. chimmed incessantly* -Morrigan- "I want 10000 metric kilos of spice asapp. Yes. Flood the market." *She cut the link*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 13:33:20 GMT -8
*While Morrigan spoke Kieran looked over the paper handed to him earlier. Without a word he passed it to Laoch. Left hand caressing chin Laoch looked up at Morrigan. Then his eyes scanned the paper again* -Laoch- "Hit list." * Sitting back he set the paper on the table* -Laoch- "You want em all dead?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 13:43:16 GMT -8
*Morrigan answers without delay or drop of emotion* "Without delay. Every last one of them." * She felt no plessure in the words; she felt nothing. No smile crossed her face, no telling sign revealed itself on her face. Nothing* -Morrigan- "They betrayed the Old man." *The woman snatched her Comm. again. After a quick exchange she cut the Comm. and eat staring blankly*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 19:03:34 GMT -8
*Sitting for some time Kieran abruptly spoke* -Kieran- "What next?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 8, 2021 19:31:15 GMT -8
*She responded in a voice more filled with emotion* -Morrigan- "I'll tell the softer tale of the IF as I know it.... And a few spicy opinions of what is.... And why if people do not answer for what has come to pass they must die." *It was painfully clear that she did want that end to come but few who knew her would question the end result if push came to shove. Abruptly she blew up* -Morrigan- "Nexus? What is that growth on his head? Looks painfull. Well. Looks stupid. Wait. That ingrate is attacking me? What's the right way of framing that? Yes. Qut out of character...."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 9, 2021 17:22:28 GMT -8
The group sat speechlessly watching the exchange. Maureen, mouth agape tired to follow. We're they talking about killing and cooking her dog? It was confusing to watch. Speaking of, The Hound sat beside her drooling profusely. Grace standing behind them smoking a cigarette looked a touch stunned by it all. They spoke of murder like many did about picking lottery ticket numbers. Bolan, who had been toying with the Utopic Vulture sitting at the rear of the bunch, listened too, also a bit mesmerized by the three. He finally spoke* -Boland- "They're all nuts." *Grace turned to Boland's words * -Grace- "Are they serious?" *The man answered but not directly* -Boland- "You kick a pitbull and it bites back - right?" * Shrugging he tossed in another tired, he it spot on the situation, cliche* -Boland- "Don't shake up a bee hive of you are adverse to getting stung." *With Joe to The left* "Maybe they've had enough." With that the man went back to messing with the ship, as Grace, bugging out then lighting another cancer stick and reflected. And The Child and The Hound, totally lost on much, if not all, of what was being said around them. Way Maureen caught it the adults had split into two groups and competing over got to eat the dog. Pigs. Wrapping her arms around the beast, she pecked the animal on the ear. The Raven sat atop the ship. He too could hear. And he planned on destroying Boland. Maybe this weird woman and her brothers too.... In wait he defecated on Boland. The man is a filthy idiot, thought The Raven; he wouldn't even know*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 9, 2021 22:30:56 GMT -8
*Morrigan 's head spun slight to the right at the chime. Snatching it up with a flip it was on ear* -Morrigan - "Yes?" *The short answer, 'we're down' was all she needed, or for that matter did, hear before the Comm. abruptly cut. Smile on face she subconsciously locked super lip. She yelled* -Morrigan- "Is there a reason we squat in this port!? !" *Not pretending to want a response, she shot out an order* "Get me out of this - now!"
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 9, 2021 22:52:03 GMT -8
*Kieran say watching quietly. A lot was coming at him all at once but that did not shake the big man. Laoch popped the question* "Who first, or no order?" *Kieran say up turning right ear to conversation*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 9, 2021 23:16:39 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui looked at the woman for what could be called nothing but pity. She was really hit by the past. He said, an almost friendly tone in voice* "We're by the ship's dear."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 10, 2021 0:52:58 GMT -8
*Morrigan looked up to O'Dubhui's comment with a smile* - Morrigan-"To raibh maith agat." *Hand running over head she exhaled extravagantly then spoke* -Morrigan- "Killing one before the other is of no different so long as they're dead." *One would almost shiver from the ice in her words* "Given how grossly flamboyant many were with their opinions, singling people out is...." *Right hand reaching, as eyes searched for the words* "Rather pointless really."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 10, 2021 1:08:51 GMT -8
*Both men say straight, as it an anthem were being played. Morrigan was more than clear enough. Kieran nodding up said* -Kieran- " Dead is dead. *Nodding at O'Dubhui* "Lamh Dhearg Manaan may benefit is now...."
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 10, 2021 1:29:18 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui watched the scene play out. Sad really in an odd way. At Kieran's suggestion he nodded. Opening Comm. -O'Dubhui- "You're wanted. Juvex in the Mid Rim. Go raibh maith agat." *At that the man cut the Comm*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 10, 2021 8:59:39 GMT -8
*Kieran leaned in looking Morrigan in the eye. -Kieran- "We could always do business with you." * Face straight and voicae clear* "May I suggest ixetal cilona?" *Brows rose then fell as he sat back. Laoch say looking at a fly buzz around a drink. Even the house flies among these people are alcoholics .....Brows creased as he edited himself. My people. Shaking head but slight he smiled. Eyes fast on Kieran then regaining his composure. Sitting back Laoch lot a cigarette and waited, as Kieran did the same*
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Apr 10, 2021 10:10:06 GMT -8
*A message came in detailing that all was a go on Couruscant*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 10, 2021 15:07:34 GMT -8
*The information was detailed to Morrigan. She nodded as the info was paid at her feet by a subordinate. She nodded then spoke* -Morrigan- "Thank you." * The man stood waiting* "Dismissed. *Looking at Kieran* "I always differed with some of The Old man's decisions." * Looking troubled* "Not in essentials but minor details." *Attempting not to be condescending but firm* "If you have absolute control of a situation things will roll as you want them too...." *Eyes turning to the side for a long moment then back to Laoch and Kieran* "We need be very careful here."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 10, 2021 15:32:23 GMT -8
*Watching Grace was high observant and indeed highly engaged. It all didn't seem complicated. Organize a gang of lunatics, break a few skulls, well maybe more than a few but why keep track? Deal some illicit merchandise, or a whole lot, kick back and live high off the hog. Well she had been a bit naive. Giggling to herself .Very niave. So, she watched. Learned. And wished. On her shoulder The Raven sat stoically. But he too lended an ear to the happenings. Idiots he thought. Why not murder everyone and burn everything? Looking down the Divine Soul adapted his cold stance. Modestly. Not the Little Girl. On another look, maybe not the dog. Eyes falling on Boland he had isolated his victim.... Just a thought then looking away. Boland was lost looking at a blaster. He knew how it worked. But he did not understand the gun philosophically. The greater meaning. Shrugging he aimed and blasted a rat about 40 paces away into subatomic particles. Just then then burning pain shot up his leg, spine and dropped the gun, both hands smacking on the side of his head. Slowly collecting himself, bending over and picking up the pistol, his eyes tell on The Raven. Filthy bird.... All this time, The Hound played a losing game of catch me if you can with a house fly, the scourge of Jedi and Sith alike. Tail wagging he licked the little girl's face* -Maureen- "Yuck!" *One thing stuck in Grace's mind. The woman's name struck her..... Morrigan She knew. Knew it so all too well.... But there was more..... Dubh. Dubh. No that was spelling. It sounded like Duuvee? Dove? And do she wondered....*
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