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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 17, 2021 10:41:55 GMT -8
*Morrigan sat stoically. The woman took the Comm. from Kieran, muttering* -Morrigan- "Go raibh maith agat...." *Listening intensely, she looked up at the pair several times. Head down she said quite but clear* -Morrigan- "I rather die alone, skinny but on my on my feet screaming for what is right, then lost in the masses, well fed and passive." *Suddenly she rose to her feet, defiantly screaming to the high heavens* -Morrigan- "Let the the War Drum beat!!!" *Then Looking to Kieran and Laoch she vowed* "The Old man did not die alone on the streets of Manaan for nothing." *And alone indeed she stood*
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 17, 2021 10:49:39 GMT -8
*The sacred Bodhran of Oglaigh na Irandoideanne, long quiet, began to pound ominously. The monster was restless and demanded to be fed....*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 17, 2021 11:57:48 GMT -8
*The timing of pounding the War drum was poetic, so Kieran thought. Indeed it inspired a spark but what burned inside an empty fireplace? Nothing. Then came the last words from Morrigan and Kieran stiffened his backbone. Beside Kieran stood Laoch. Brothers, yet different in every way, save essentials where they were one in the same.Fearless, willing and primed. Now it was Laoch who asked coldly* -Laoch- "Where what and who?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 17, 2021 19:58:38 GMT -8
*The beat of the bodharn was soothing; it brought back memories of her earliest days. Morrigan watched and listened
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 17, 2021 21:14:22 GMT -8
*Boland loved his ship. He didn't have some bizarre transport vessel fetish, working with the Utopic Vulture was a dream come true. And working within this heads, Boland had made minute modifications all over the ship. At the moment, he was getting the portion of the ship devoted to passengers. Every detail was considered. Maureen played outside with the dog. He did not suspect Grace, hence was shocked when her hand touched his back. Turning fast and catching her off guard, his hands fell on shoulders and he foot swept the woman, slaImmed her down - hard. Luckily - for both parties - what she came down on was a cushioned, flat seat. Still she screamed* -Grace- "Wtf moron!?!" *Boland jumped back, ironically just pasting himself on a first aid kit hanging on a wall. Hands smacking together on head, Grace had to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh. Upon seeing the blood dropping on the floor, she leaped up, gently taking hold of his left arm and leading him to where he had just tossed her. She then tore the first aid kit from the wall, heaving it open on the floor. Compress the wound* -Grace- "Hold this" *Time seemed to stand still. Gently pulling back hand then Iodine. Next Chastise Boland* -Grace- "Quit whinning! You sound like a three year old." Back to the bloody mees. Suture the wound* -Grace- "Boland what were you doing here?" *Looking at her slightly dumbfounded* -Boland- "Always need to be to be ready...." * It was true. And it was a bit of a slip too. Boland stood and say down again. Fast. With help*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 17, 2021 23:12:42 GMT -8
Morrigan settled herself directly outside the Utopic Vulture. Wild geese.... Now we're all devolving into raptors. Lighting a cigarette She wondered. Flight of fight.... She took a long exaggerated haul and winked at two young Juvexians who strolled past. And the smoke left her mouth in rings A young Ensigh, Ensign Ensign spoke
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 18, 2021 15:43:29 GMT -8
*Both Kieran and Laoch were transparently becoming impatient with talk. Laoch was being alarmingly quiet. Kieran lot a cigarette an spoke* -Kieran- "Could you maybe give me... us something to bite on here? *Laoch's attention peaked* -Kieran- "You know something tangible."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 18, 2021 16:18:55 GMT -8
*Smiling Morrigan winked* -Morrigan- "You still have that list? *Not awaiting an answer to the obvious* "I'll expand on that. *Looking around at absolutely nothing and nobody. Abruptly she asked* -Morrigan- "Where is Pit Pit?" *Choking on the words* -Morrigan- "Piteos I mean." * Looking at Kieran* -Morrigan- "The Old man always called Piteos that." *Grin back she quickly added* -Morrigan- " He loved the man.... " *Morrigan was every bit The Old man's Granddaughter; she was cold, calculated and Hella mean. But she was human too. All the while trying to keep a cool composure but cracks in the armor were quite transparent. Shaking her head she breathed in slow through the nose, exhaling slow out the mouth. Snatching up her Comm. she began reaching out. Firstly. She frantically hit a chain of numbers* -Morrigan- "Piteos?" *She rambling for over a minute before cutting the conversation cold with a click. Then she went through the same routine several times. Just out to those small few she truly trusted* -Morrigan- "Keegan? Hello lovely. You did what!?! *The talk naturally sick, twisted* -Morrigan- "Well I know... but did it really require cutting all of their tongues out?" *She stopped the converse short* -Morrigan- "Papa is dead.... I need you." * She rambled a stretch longer, then cut the Comm. With* "Ta gra agam dhuit" *Sitting with the Comm. in hands strain in her eyes reflected the activity in her head. And she continued sending out inquiries. Lighting another cigarette She watched out, expecting for her eyes to fall on the sea but was met with the cold reality of Juvex City. Looking down Morrigan snapped right thumb and index finger. Flipping Comm. open she made one last call* -Morrigan- "Orana? How are you love? And have you heard?" * She was short, cutting the talk she tossed the device On the table . Looking up she remembered the presence of Kieran and Laoch. Holding up right index finger she went about her business. She spoke short to the two men* -Morrigan- "I assure you we're still rolling, just doing the mandatory 'hi, how are you, blah blah blah, chit chats first. "
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 18, 2021 21:07:59 GMT -8
The response was immediate and almost in unison. I'm fact, many would wonder if two people had actually spoken of Just one with a very bizarre voice -Kieran and Laoch- "No worries."
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 19, 2021 10:07:44 GMT -8
*Coming together in one of their six standard formations the ten Togorian Commando of Oglaigh na Irandoideanne stood a stiff attention in two rows of five, with Slaughter at the sinister side, he to Standing tall. O'Dubhui through the ranks, hands joined behind back, inspecting them. Eyes examining each man from polished boots to head. In the early morn, six am on the nail, not a hair on head was out of place and the same on down the line to shinning boots. Finally coming to a stop in front, O'Dubhui saluted the squad, who returned in kind. O'Dubhui spoke but a word* -O'Dubhui- "Dismissed." *A fervor, more heightened than the already regular fanatical devotion, had possessed the men as of late and they stood their ground, right fists shooting to the sky and howling, as if to An Tiarna himself* -Troops- Oglaigh na Irandoideanne go bragh!!! Oglaigh na Irandoideanne go bragh!!!! Oglaigh na Irandoideanne go bragh!!! *O'Dubhui looked at the men silently. One watching would be concerned that man was set to withdraw his pistol and execute them to the man, so intense was his stare. Right ripping high, the officer responded in kind* -O'Dubhui- "Oglaigh na Irandoideanne go bragh!!!" *Wwith The wave of a hand O'Dubui brought any further displays to a screeching halt and the formation split. Slaughter shuffled over, saluting O'Dubhui and said apologetically* -Slaughter- "Can't get overly loyal, can you sir?" * O'Dubhui did not engage Slaughter, simply saying* -O'Dubhui- "You may go...." *Slaughter, heels clicking together and right hand snapping off forehead* -Slaughter- "Yes sir!!! Thank you sir!!! *Slaughter disappeared from the Lieutenant's presence. Inwardly, O'Dubhui was pleased*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 19, 2021 12:38:05 GMT -8
*As The rant rolling on Manaan got heavier and thicker as it steamed along a live recording of the events rolled in to Kieran. Brows rising Kieran muttered* -Kieran- "Ok.... Enough of this idiocy; I'm sticking a cap in all of their asses." * Then he passed the device to Laoch who watched then asked* -Laoch- "Are these people stupid?" *The answer came without delay* -Kieran- "That's pretty clear in my opinion." *Hand tickling beard* -Kieran- "And they're going to be very cold soon enough."
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 19, 2021 13:01:53 GMT -8
*As The bodhran beat incessantly, O'Dubhui stood but two meters from Morrigan, as his men fanned out on constant alert. The rank and file were held only to need to know intel; no need to drive them into an uncontrollable state*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 19, 2021 13:42:29 GMT -8
*With the endless pounding of two bodhran ringing out, Morrigan was fed with constant intel. Looking down gasping for breath she wondered what the Old man would do. And she could hear his voice ride up and howl 'Well to start I'd smack you in the back of the head for not knowing what to do. Left hand running over her skull she found no self but could sweat she felt the blow. She muttered* -Morrigan- "Think...." * And it all came easy; farm out every single task to a chosen individual, let the Dogs of War loose and sit back orchestrate from there. Again the voice rose up internally "Fainne oir ort!!!" and she smiled. Lighting a cigarette She watched the latest intel. Dad state of affairs she thought, taking a long drag and subconsciously blowing smoke out in rings. The many dead of her family violently flashed bthrough her head again. And once again she could feel that massive hand on the back of her head "Stop groveling!" *The woman straightened up. This was just her own mind; The Old man never touched when he was allive; nobody in their right mind would have so much as breathed on her when he was alive. But what did strike her i was this: she stood as the living voice of her family now. That honor and all that came with it, good and bad, belonged to her now. That was a solid smack in the head. That weight and all the responsibility that came with it belonged to her now. The voice now tender said: "Just try and do what's right - for all of us....." The war drums continued to beat*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 19, 2021 15:10:25 GMT -8
*The boys watched as Morrigan went through her inner turmoil. Looking to one another, Laoch asked* -Laoch- "I think she finally snapped under the pressure...." *Then extending a solution* Laoch- "We might have to call the authorities and they can come drag her off and stick her in a padded room." *Scratching his head* -Laoch- "Mental illness does run in the family...." *Staring at his brother a long while* -Kieran- "And you wonder why I struggle with the idea of shooting you so frequently?" * Turning to Morrigan and pulling a small package from right coat pocket* -Kieran- "Would you like an antacid sweetie?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 19, 2021 16:03:30 GMT -8
*Looking up at Kieran she offered a smile* -Morrigan- No thank you...." *And right then it struck her. Turning to her data pad she hurriedly type off a message. Looking.up again then back down she punched in names. Kieran Laoch, O'Dubhui, plunkett. Right hand scratching left elbow she type two more names. Grace and Boland. Furiously typing she looked again then.not SEND. Looking up again* -Morrigan- "Never felt better." *A bit of a stretch there but she certainly felt better than before. And no subconscious voice screaming..... She typed away like a demon for several moments. Looking up she commented* -Morrigan- "Well no yelling, so y'all good." *Nodding to Kieran and Laoch she said* "Had to hit you all up in separate groups." * Right finger subconsciously pointing as she spoke* -Morrigan- "Please respond with any questions, or criticisms you have. " *Now looking as if she could see straight through the two she said in a chillingly powerful voice* -Morrigan- "just don't ever forget where the decision making ends here...."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 19, 2021 19:07:23 GMT -8
*Par usual, Boland fussed with the ship. Was reminiscent of a five year old boy with a new toy. Now he had an audience, Maureen sat patiently, elbows on thighs and hands cupping her face watched the man intently. She had not grilled Boland. Yet. But that was coming. The hound lay at the little girl's feet. Between Boland and himself the child had better security than many years of state. The inclusion of Morrigan, Kieran and Laoch, now gathered around the small ship actually added to the homie environment. Grace popped her head out of the ship, nodding to the three Dubh, then yelling* -Grace- "Boland, come look at this when you have a chance!" *The opening shut. The Raven sat in a comfortable corner of the Utopic Vulture watching. Boland entered and Grace handed him her Comm. Taking it he read. Shutting the image down he kissed her on the forehead and quietly left*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 19, 2021 19:59:40 GMT -8
Both Kieran and Laoch wondered what she was up to. Then both men noticed their Comm. devices rattle like vibrators. They answered. Laoch laughed, shaking his head and confirmed receiving the package. Kieran too was fast to offer Morrigan confirmation. -Kieran - "That girl is smart. Very*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 19, 2021 20:06:11 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui received a message from Morrigan and looked it over briefly before calling out* -O'Dubhui- "Sgt. Slaughter, get over here. Now!" *Slaughter rushed over and looked at the message. Then he looked up to the Lieutenant then back down and up again to O'Dubhui* -Slaughter- "Good sir" *The two stood conversing*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 20, 2021 18:28:41 GMT -8
And there she sat.... The Matriarch of the Dubh Dynasty, sole legitimate beneficiary to the title of Ruler of Oglaigh na Irandoideanne.... She commented abruptly. -Morrigan- "These are big shoes; must guarded not to trip on my face...." *Her Comm. begins buzzing like a bee. Answering she listens intently. Finally she speaks quite clear* -Morrigan- "Plunkett and O'Dubhui are the senior officers; let no confusion develop there." *And with that she cut the Comm. You could almost see the smoke come from her ears as Morrigan thought. She'd been raised quite literally in the center of perhaps the most feared faction that ever existed. The fact that the whole experience was normal to her is perhaps what makes it so terrifying. All that could be hurled to the side when one realized that this was a young woman trying to survive in a cruel massive universe. The familiar War beat emanating from bodhran was soothing to her. Looking up* -Morrigan- "You he used to jump up and take off." *snapping fingers* "just like that." *Eyes now catching the ground* -Morrigan- "Just like that...." *The war drum accompanied her speak* -Morrigan- "That's where my life off Mannan started; sitting on Grandpa's knee flying around to scare the living shite out of the neighbours." *Sighing She asked the air* -Morrigan- "Where's that Universe gone?"
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 20, 2021 22:03:03 GMT -8
*Kieran and Laoch sat watching. They spoke amongst themselves about plans for the future and tales of the past. And they became mired in a hefty philosophical debate over the bizarre relationship between past, present and future. One agonizing deliberation that we'll spare you from the details of. At some point Laoch looked at Morrigan and declared* -Laoch- "Electro shock therapy. " *Turning to Kieran* -Laoch- "I truly think that she'd benefit from that. " *Kieran responded* -Kieran- "I think you'd benefit from shutting your mouth." *Laoch reached to left holster with his right. Kieran in kind pulled both guns. Arguing like little children was normal. Boredom was truly effecting the pair. Kieran laughed, putting both guns away. Laoch followed suit, putting drawn firearm back into holster* -Laoch- "Thought we were gonna go there...." *Kieran gave a dismissive nor to the right* -Kieran- "What we gotta do here is stop misplacing all this anger...." *Laoch retorted in a heartbeat* "They are lining up as we speak." *Kieran nodded in agreement*
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