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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 10, 2021 19:41:09 GMT -8
Oglaigh na Irandoideanne was a crack squad, aside from Lamh Dhearg Manaan, the last living remnant of an older armed forces. And O'Dubhui was fanatical in his quest to maintain them as a functioning force. With this in mind he inspected his soldiers with a fine tooth comb. Not a hair out of place, which was no small feat with a core of Togorians. Not a boot unpolished. Not a single visible flaw. And O'Dubhui went through this routine every morning at 6 am on the nose
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 11, 2021 19:41:38 GMT -8
"Ceart! " *The woman abruptly declared. Eyes sweeping things both animate and inanimate around her* "We pick this place up or die!" *It was like a ghost town around them . Funny she thought; at it's peak her home was the Wild wild west.... The past haunted her, usually a welcome entity but at the moment it felt more mournful. Hardness in eyes faltering for a long second, a smile reappeared on her face. Taking a stiff drink she settled in a bit. The mind still wandered. She was very much alone. Her Grandfather reared up in her consience, not some bizarre Force presence (or at least her mind believed, which is really a much broader philosophical question not part of this whole spiel), but memory. The kind playing tricks with her. At any rate, Morrigan could actually feel the crack in the back of the head and the thunderous voice: "Could you knock it off!!! You're a disgrace to depression! Pull it to,geather!!!" Then like that alone she was - again. Brows dropping she wondered. Was that a fly in her drink? Reaching out she grabbed up the glass in right hand, tossing the contents to the side, hitting a Togorian straight in the face. The fellow growled, set to strike but a second of his kind dropped hand on his right shoulder. Tog number one turned, catching Tog number two with a straight left to the jaw. Number two fell backward, footsweeping Tog one. Tog one crashed into a third Tog, who i turn took down a fourth. Tog four, who was sharpening a s'crath, unintentionally stabbed Tog five in the right butttock. Letting out a howl that would curl your hair, said violated warrior spun and began raining blows down on his brother in arms. Another warrior, attempting to separate the pair, was rewarded for his efforts with an elbow to the jaw. Gets a bit messy from here in. All escalated, as Togs paired off, one supporting one side, individual, or merely itching for a scrap. Whatever floats your boat really. Main point? A donnybroke ensued. This simple effect of an errant glass of booze hitting one Tog square in the face had Morrigan feeling right at home. Lighting a cigarette, she spoke* -Morrigan- "Boys will be boys...." OoC permission to pull this stunt w/ O'Dubhui's crew
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 11, 2021 21:24:22 GMT -8
OoC permission for the witch to hijack and abuse my warriors IC *Meanwhie, Slaughter and O'Dubhui had decided all would be fine if they stepped aside for five minutes to grab a coffee. Nothing could happen after all. Both the CO and her creepy uncles were right there. O'Dubhui 's eyes tell on the slugfest. Right hand rubbing temple he muttered* -O'Dubhui - "We stepped aside for five minutes...." * Sgt. Slaughter said nothing, stepping forward, pistol drawn. He's going to kill one of them went through O'Dubhui's head. Maybe more than one. For a brief moment this thought did not really bother O'Dubhui. Snapping out of la la land, O'Dubhui free his own revolver, firing three times in the air, shouting* -O'Dubhui- "Stop!!!" * The effect was a immediate. All of the Togs snapped to attention. Even Sgt. Slaughter, who had begun pistol whipping a Tog in an attempt to pry him off another Tog, froze and went to attention. The beaten, maimed, shanked and pistol whipped pulled themselves togeather. Sgt. Slaughter spoke* -Sgt. -Slaughter- "Seems settled sir...." * O'Dubhui, stepping in as the gibberish fell from Slaughter's gate, back handed his subordinate* -O'Dubhui- "Silence!" *Turning to his men* -O'Dubhui- "At ease gentlemen..... Now get organised." * Simple words but bodies jumped at his command. All was back in shape in a flash. Slaughter too had stood, brushed off his clothes and reholstered his weapon*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 11, 2021 22:08:37 GMT -8
-Morrigan-"To raibh maith agat." *Morrigan said without turning her head. She continued* -Morrigan- "Don't know what fractured me more, people talking about something but are really clueless as to what talking about or those who should know better but talk anyway." *Lighting a cigarette she took a long haul, blowing little circles of smoke into the air. Her Comm. rant three times before she picked it up. Noding several times, she smiled, then exclaimed* "Fainne oir ort!!!" *Nodding once, twice as she listened* Morrigan- "Ceart." *Again silently listening she suddenly spoke* "Slan g o foill." *The woman cut the Comm. Nodding up to Kieran and Laoch* -Morrigan- "Busting Brutal did you say?". *Abruptly swinging to the right she howled* "Knock it off!!!"
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 12, 2021 8:22:54 GMT -8
*There they say quietly. Laoch was bored, moving left; moving right give minutes later. He stirred his coffee at least eight times but didn't drink a drop. Kieran fought now just ending it and putting a cap in the man. But the mman loved Laoch. The woman in front of him looked troubled. Although he couldn't blame Morrigan he underrsood. At last Kieran simply said* -Kieran-"what troubles you?" *There was no expectation of an answer; Kieran merely asked to extend support. Sitting with eyes on the table he lot a cigarette*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 12, 2021 8:38:53 GMT -8
*Morrigan say quiet as a mouse. She was furious. great floods of defiant thunderous fury was a part of what she was. And indeed the eerie silence before the lightening crashed down with a tremendous blow destroying everything it struck too was part of her soul, given to her from Him. She actually smiled gratefully" -Morrigan- "I learned much in my time." * Eyes taking on the vacancy of death itself but mouth still moving and Morrison omitting sound*-Morrigan- "Where to begin?" * Eyes thinning a moment* "He built the beach of Manaan." *Chuckling a long laugh then looking up at Kieran* -Morrigan- "Not by hand." *She felt her soul loosen slight* -Morrigan- "But never fool yourself; He poured blood, sweat and tears into those waters." *Looking down at the table, a habit instilled by nurture not nature, she continued* -Morrigan- "Anybody who reads the words etched in the walls of history will see the fables of the Mighty An Tiarna and the dreaded IF." *Now smiling* -Morrigan- "And then there's the hidden underbelly, it too telling." * Reciting as it reading written word* -Morrigan- "The beach is prefabricated. Truth.... The very shell that holds it all, the sand, The Mortus...." * Near chocking on the name* "The I F fortress." * The commonplace knowledg to any well versed in history out the woman dropped a less known reality* -Morrigan- "Why do you think he hated people landing on it?" *Hear resting up and eyes falling on Kieran , her arms reaching wide to each side, palms open, as it in crcifiction she continued* -Morrigan- "Why do you think he was so paranoid of people landing on the bloody surface!?!" *Voice shaking* -Morrigan- "And all became lost in the drunken bloody brawl that was Manaan, the likes of which I was raised in...." *Left hand flat, she pointed with right index* -Morrigan- "But the truth remains...." * Another nervous laugh escaped her lips, more pleading as opposed to beating* -Morrigan- "I saw a edifice being constructed on that beachhead..... It will bring the whole thing down." *Brushing The The whole subject aside for the time* -Morrigan- "This Reality may be Fantastic but we all live by very specific Natural Laws that come down from on High...."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 12, 2021 18:11:14 GMT -8
*Kieran listened intently. This girl lived much of this when Laoch and himself were beating around the mean streets of the underbelly of Coruscant. Old IF history. Even Laoch was surprisingly alert. The filler of the two stated blankly, and pretty much wrapped it into the most basic package* -Laoch- "Sounds like you got something to say....."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 12, 2021 18:31:19 GMT -8
*Eyes still down thinner slight* -Morrigan- "It's not my intention to be cruel hearted." *She knew full well that she had been cold hearted, more cold than most could ever dream of and she did not hold much value in that necessity. Eyes still thinned as she concentrated* -Morrigan- "The saying, I think, runs like this: 'Do not forget your dying king.' *Eyes full of pride... and a hint of sorrow* -Morrigan- "Profound that...." *Adding in afterthough* "Guess that's dead" *Sighing deep* -Morrigan- "I need more to drink...."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 16:16:32 GMT -8
*Maureen, having taken far too much the house's drooling exhibition of love, was now running around With the mutt in gentle chase and Boland now dripping so muuch toxic masculinity from every pore as he played with his gun it he appeared like a character in a 98Os Budweiser commercial, Grace felt the urge to approach Morrigan for a chat. And with that Grace walker away confident that this would be a embarrassing disaster. The Raven clung to her shoulder. Human beings were disgusting, so he thought..... On they moved, foot crossing foot and every inch of her frame moving with it. Boland, catching her in his sights near prematurely fired one pistol. In his concentration, or better put lack thereof, he .misfired the gun in his hand, narrowly missing separating the dog's head from body. Grace muttered under her breathsub* -Grace- "Amadan...."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 17:09:17 GMT -8
*Laoch tried to keep track of the conversation. Busy place. Having stopped to listen to what he could put together was his niece.... Or was his sister? This family was a mess. Eyes and brows sinking slight falling for a moment he tried to piece this togeather.... Between that freakish pony sized dropping mutt chasing the little weird kid, ding dong recklessly trying to play cowboy shooting that gun while staring at the hot one eyed chick with the buzzard on her arm it was a little bewildering. Morons. Kieran simply listened*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 13, 2021 17:36:30 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui now had his men under control and split into groups of two spread out covering the meeting. Himself and Sgt. Slaughter were closest. They kept constant vigil. The woman moving forward was no threat. And for that reason he subtly removed weapon from houlster, slipping the safety off. He observed. Something was happening and he was ready for anything. A slight gesture of fingers made his men alert. Sorry but not a bunch of jumpy trigger happy amateurs. Inwardly he was impressed with them. Focus stayed on the woman. Ballsy, he'd give her that*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 18:08:39 GMT -8
*Morrigan looked up. She liked the young woman. Young? Who was the older of the two? And what made her so famil.....Palm smacking forehead. More? My Good God. No. Did all That man was fight and fuc....* -Morrigan- "Grace.... Grainne... * -Morrigan - "What do we owe now for honoring us with your company?" *She framed what she was quite positive about as question, not to cruelly toy with the woman but to invite and comfort. And now, guard dropped she waited*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 18:30:04 GMT -8
*Life was full of moments when a simple move, gesture, or word would make or break any human interchange. This was one of these. Grace certainly made her share of brainless moves but clung fast to the conviction that being decisive was the right move, be it tending to equally lead to disaster. This her willingness to embrace this approach to live was most telling of who and what he she indeed she was. It was inherent to her being and what's more not a characteristic coming down from her mother. Telling that. So honoring that manner, Grace pulled up a conveniently empty seat and stated that out* -Grace- "We need talk." *It was then that her gaze met that of Morrigan. Hands involuntarily smacking to each side of her head she fought the impulse to scream. What! dang loudly in her ears. No! It was in her head. Collecting herself Grace said simply -Grace- "Us."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 20:00:36 GMT -8
*The two were drawn immediately. A creepy feeling sprung from the girl. So they watched. Laoch was in stitches when Morrigan zapped her. Whoo. We are messed up. Kieran was much more sedate. He caught it all but got no weird ride outta the poor girl getting belted like that. Both lit cigarettes and watched*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 20:20:32 GMT -8
*Grace had always given off an odd familiar feeling. So as Grace's eyes met her own Morrigan spoke without words. It worked. Now she was intrigued..... Taking a fast drink, and emptying the glass, she lit a cigarette. With free left hand on chin she gestured out simply* -Morrigan- "Tell me what you know." *Her mind raced. That dirty Old man was truly among the most randy she had met*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 20:43:42 GMT -8
*After the shock laid down Grace steeped herself. Finally she let it all out* -Grace- "My mother, mom, was a hooker. *Srugging She blurted out almost defensively* Sensible income and frankly she was a loving mother and a good person." *One eye scanning the three* The man.... My dad." *She glaring at Morrigan* "My dad, my father. *Lighting a cigarette* "Was this mysterious Doov... Dove. I had no idea. " *Holding her eye with those of Morrigan* "Heard you're before. Too many just say Dubh, as It looks in Standard. But you say it Doov. Means black you know?" * Well now she could die it so be it. But she wouldn't go down easy.... She was too wrapped up, justifiably, in the very personal subject to notice the audience. Boland stood, maybe a hard behind her. Little Maureen too sat but ten feet to her side, arms wrapped around The John's neck gently whispering in his ear. Abruptly she loudly demanded* -Maureen- "are you related to these crazies!?!" * If it were humanly possible for Grace to become any more pale she surely did, as the blood flowed from her face. Boland's eyes shut. Immediately after them opening again he walked calmly over and picked up Maureen, speaking quietly in her ear* -Boland- "Sweetheart.... Please be quiet before they murder us all...." *Setting her perched atop a metal bin he straightened out her dress, then hair* -Boland- "Remember An Tiarna honey? That is his granddaughter...." *Peaking around Boland. Turning back to face the man she whispered* -Maureen- "But she's not hairy and covered in tattooss...." *Boland just and whisked the girl into his arms*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 21:00:10 GMT -8
*Morrigan lit a cigarette. She'd light many more before this conversation was finished. All things given she shouldn't have been all that shocked. She feel a bit sick. That filthy old man really should have been fixed for the good of the all the galaxies in the mighty universe wide. Breeding anybody into this sick group of wild crazy mixed up animals was deserving of most cruel and unusual of punishment. And this must be implemented in all systems universe wide.... Flogging maybe? Indeed.... No. Floogging then rubbing salt in the wounds. Too gentle? Flogging, the sandpapering. Yes! And very, very public. Make attendance mandatory by all citizens in the township.... Make that county. And televise it on the halonet. Planet wide. And make viewing mandatory too. Second offence? She trembled involuntarily. Execution. Public execution, for your own sake and the same of others. Televise that too. The imagination ran wild, weaving a group of intricate inner images running through her head. Ones of little An Tiarnas runing around schoolyards wildly stabbing their male classmates and impregnated the females. Everywhere.... her heart raced and head spun from the bloodloss. Brow creasing she cursed herself for such thoughts. Nobody at this table would exist without the man, and his so reviled character. At that moment she became aware that she was now looking down. And just then, amid all that fantastic thought a most basic truth struck her, like an SSD hitting a pigeon. Head jerking upward she stared side eyed at Grace. Composing herself she spoke. Slow and deliberate, as if each word were a sentence of it's own* -Morrigan- "You. mean. that. you're. my. aunt?" *My aunt.... Had she been avoiding this reality? some pretty glaring hints had been all but laid at her feet. She sighed deeply. Lighting a cigarette then downing the drink in front of her, the woman subsequently cracked and guzzled half a bottle of stout. Then after second though she downed the rest of it too. Crushing out cigarette and pitching bottle over shoulder she lit another and spoke simply* "Welcome to the family." *Hand sweeping by Laoch and Kieran she added* "And do believe that these two are your brothers...."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 13, 2021 22:18:50 GMT -8
*Grace sat spellbound listening. It had been a wild spin through life, so much of it centered on finding herself that she'd become lost in off way. Roots. She never stopped long enough to examine the mystery of her own beginning. Boland. The Maureen. Death itself. And that Old man. What a tangled web. Now in this obscure place so far from home it seemed funny that the past would materialize right there in front of her eyes. And so she listened. Doovv. No. Dubh. Black. An Tiarna Dubh. And this hellion, Morrigan was her niece! She was speechless. Maureen' s sensitive ear caught what transpired between the two women. And the child spoke* -Maureen- "Boland I'm confused...." * Looking the man in the face* -Maureen- "Where's this leave me?" * Boland answered fast* -Boland- "You're a little girl; just be yourself." The hound trailed them, oblivious to everything that was being said, whilst The Raven sat atop the shoulder of Grace in agony listening this outlandish episode of As the Stomach Turns*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 14, 2021 17:15:45 GMT -8
*Laoch say watching ossolemnly. At some however he lost interest in the Mobo hip jive, and stated at the ground around him. The mind wandered quite effortlessly to the ravishing hunk of flesh niece seated in front of him, whom he no designs acting on anything but had a ball toying with in his head. Hearing he name Laoch's head snapped up and he noded at Grace with a smile. Another bomb.... Great. Withdrawing revolver he returned attention to scanned the area, while kicking dirt and trying to keep up with a fly buzzing about a piece of steaming dog feces graciously dumped by that ugly pony of the house pet that weird little kid hung with. He was bored.... Bored stiff. Laoch muffled a laugh with his left, revolver facing down in the other. Bored and stiff. How poetic. Meanwhile, Kieran have heart mind and soul to welcoming another family member into the fold. And at the mention of his name he too nodded sincerely with a wide smile. Now hopefully she did not screw up and went on to live a rich life of spiritual fulfillment, mothering that kid, tolerating that dude she was with and doing right by the family. hopefully she never crossed that line of messing with the last or he'd have to off her. The dude he could drop in A heartbeat. But it wouldn't come down to that. A smile crossed the face of half of what was arguably the most dangerous battleship the Dunn family ever possessed*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 14, 2021 20:12:19 GMT -8
*Boland set the little girl down on her feet, telling her* -Boland- "Run off and play but it I want be able to hear you if I can't see you - understand?" * The girl nodded and took off with the dog. Boland watched for a moment the hesitantly turned and sauntered over to where Laoch and Kieran were sitting. He set eyes briefly on the Juvex Joy Luck Club then turned to Laoch and Kieran. At the same time, Grace seemed more at ease. She sat chatting with Morrigan. Even that terrible buzzards seemed ok, so thought Boland. Reading these thoughts as if they were the morning funnies, The Raven resisted turning Boland into synthetic ash but resisted. Grape, or whatever she called her feeble mortal shell, seemed quite comfy talking to the Witch Woman. A lot of murder on her conscience, this Morrigan. He could feel that. Relaxed the beast some*
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