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Jun 24, 2021 16:36:26 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jun 24, 2021 16:36:26 GMT -8
The mess of a Universe was not what caught Collins' Sharp eye at the moment but the man struggling through the Valley of the Dead bellow. Did the man see as he saw he wondered. Indeed, like An Tiarna the scene below came to Collins as an endless Battle saved among th odd Noble few of many who fell with Honor. Unsure of where they were they stood in a ceaseless conflict until they had come to terms with their Glourious Deaths. www this one of The Old man's many? Old man. The name seemed out of place now. Discarding that thought Collins debated but short then with an upward nor yelled -Collins- "Up here a chara mhaith!"
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Jun 24, 2021 16:59:37 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 24, 2021 16:59:37 GMT -8
Collins howl aimed at helping the fella bellow ripped The Old Dead man, whom at that moment was watching a pod race as he listened to a ripping version of The Jedi went down to Tantoonie. Head turning to Collins he howled -An Tiarna- 'Micheal you County Cork muck savage, what the fuck might I ask are you're yellin at?' Brows raised Big Ugly waited. (Please forgive the neutral grey font. Seems to have taken over from my regular Dark black. Think that this mysterious phenomenon is intended to get me more in line with the basket weaving Peace, Love and Granola Environment in this Light Side of The Otherworld)
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Jun 24, 2021 17:18:50 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jun 24, 2021 17:18:50 GMT -8
Am Looking straight as An Tiarna spoke Collins realised how strongly he desired to drive a pen through The Old man's throat. And he signed deep; This truly felt like home. Left hand gesturing to the gully bellow he answered -Collins- "There's a fella down there all balled up with that bunch of poor confused Souls knocking each other around." Turning gaze back down on the Valley in finished - Collins- "Sad that, so I gave the man a shout.'
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Jun 24, 2021 17:52:45 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 24, 2021 17:52:45 GMT -8
Nodding as Collins spoke The Old Dead man turned his own gaze down on the man bellow. Scratching head he wondered who now? The Angel set an open bottle of well aged Jameson and two glasses in front of An Tiarna and he poured four figers deep into each, setting one in front of Collins. An Tiarna then wondered if it was the end. Where were those whom he called A chara? Or family? Throwing back the shot he then poured another for Colllins, then himself and downed that too. Collins appeared to be matching him shot for shot so he refilled both glasses but nursed this one slow as he collected himself. Pulled about everything outta my hat that I can think of .... Then looking down at the table & giant right hand sweeping head he realised that there was no hat there. Of course, care of the Celestial energy that surrounded him a hat appeared on the table in front of the odd Man Ape. Reaching out & snatching it up with the Left he searched the top hat with Right. Nothing. Tossing it over shoulder it appeared back on the table
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Jun 24, 2021 20:10:14 GMT -8
Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 24, 2021 20:10:14 GMT -8
As The Old man and Collins schemed, complained and drank copious amounts of alcohol, Morrigan walked around Harmony picking flowers and socializing with the Light spirits. Yupp. This was as An Tiarna said "Hell." Reaching into right pocket she found a pack of cigarettes -Morrigan- "Yes!" Pulling the pack out she noticed two words prominently among the others on the box: Extra Ligh. And she muttered - Morrigan- "Figures...." Shrugging she lit one up and enjoyed, extra light of not. If she even had a clue how she too would notice the eerie Lightening of her font 😥😮😰
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Jun 25, 2021 0:35:47 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 25, 2021 0:35:47 GMT -8
Well this was a development. A dude. A dead dude kicking around near An Tiarna's own little piece of Heaven Harmony. The Old Dead man watched intensely. And his Angelic companion Devine sat at his side -The Angel- "That's Bey Kahn." Eyes narrowing he asked -An Tiarna- 'Like as in smoked pork?' Looking at him.with a smile she answered -The Angel- "No sweetheart, that's bacon." Slowly she repeated -The Angel- 👼 "Bey Kahn." Head nodding implying that he finally got what she was saying -An Tiarna- 'Oh. Like that crap you spread all over yourself if your muscles are sore.' Biting down on right index finger so hard that she drew blood , The Angel breathing in deeply composed herself and answered -The Angel- "That's Ben Gay! It's Hey Kahn." Even her higher ups in the strict social order among the Celestial found her patience with The Old Dead man quite extraordinary. With a 26er of whiskey lying empty on the table and another just cracked beside, she snapped her fingers & the table was clear of the evenings remains and replaced with a pot of coffee, cream sugar, cups and such. The Old Dead man quietly made a coffee. After a few dips he inquired -An Tiarna- 'What may I ask is the Mandalorian Epiphany?' Face palming with right hand she steeled herself answering -The Angel- "That's Assembly!" And Big Ugly snapped back -An Tiarna- 'Ceart! Now any idea when Salt Peter there will be up from purgatory?'
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Jun 25, 2021 17:11:04 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 25, 2021 17:11:04 GMT -8
The Old Dead man sat peacefully eyes set on the Universe wide laid out in front of him. The Heavens as a whole, well at least within the Realm of Harmony, too stood placid. But the anticipation that hung in the air was so thick one could cut it with a knife. The calm before the storm. Indeed, all waited for tranquility to be broken by Thunder and Lightning. & abruptly he spoke. Well yelled -An - 'Pardon the silence, I'm reaching out from here The Otherworld into the Land of the Living.' The Angel's right palm smacked on her forehead. Hard. And she muttered -The Angel- "Oh my, this should be entertaining...." All fell back to earth silence
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Jun 25, 2021 20:33:41 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jun 25, 2021 20:33:41 GMT -8
Collins too had his sight set on the Universe but he reached out to nothing. Truth be told the man was puzzled to some degree at An Tiarna's fixation with it all. And so he spoke openly -Collins- "Chief it was my understanding that we'd left life to the living. We might want to stick that stick that course." There Collins dropped the subject. He missed many a thing about living. Many, many things. Of that he was certain. And Collins was certain about another thing, one that he had come to accept, namely: he was Dead as dead can be
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Jun 25, 2021 21:16:02 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 25, 2021 21:16:02 GMT -8
The Old Dead man heard Collins words and turned to respond. And there on the table that separated the two was a game of Dejarik. & there An Tiarna turned his attention and they played. The Old Dead man looked up from the board -An Tiarna- 'Collins first thing I do if we ever get out of this is drop that sack of puke.'
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Jun 26, 2021 3:21:08 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jun 26, 2021 3:21:08 GMT -8
Mind caught up in the Dejarik match in front of him not lost in the fairy tail being woven by some ugly bald kid and his love struck cohort on a planet far far away, Collins looked up at An Tiarna as the man spoke and he responded -Collins- "About a nine on the tension scale there Chief." Right hand pulling pack from pocket he fished out a smoke lit that sucker up and shook of a laugh; the specific Side of The Otherworld they were now in and the names Players and Light on his cigarette pack all ran together too cleanly. Cleanly.Snapping fingers Collins pulled one of his revolvers from holster and began playing the weapon
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Jun 26, 2021 17:32:44 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 26, 2021 17:32:44 GMT -8
The Old Dead man heard Collins & he nodding in agreement. The abruptly he spoke -An Tiarna- 'So, Homer told us: "A man who has been through bitter experiences & traveled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time."' Silent for a long moment as he allowed that Wisdom from the Ancient Greek Philosopher to sink in The Monster man then added -An Tiarna- 'From Ancient times and another Reality but speaks volumes.' Then in his unique way of understanding things he added -An Tiarna- 'Bald yellow man he was. Worked with Nuclear energy.....' Left hand caressing his beard -An Tiarna- 'Wonder he even had time to contribute so much to writing....' The Angel listening to him speak and amazed by the breadth of his knowledge threw both hands to her face and wept as he rapidly spiralled from such hights of intellectual sophistication into the gutter abject stupidity in a single sentence. Glancing at The Angel he softly added -An Tiarna- 'Touch of a bummer but let's enjoy his achievements and forget the patheticness, shall we?'
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Jun 26, 2021 19:16:24 GMT -8
Post by Michael Collins on Jun 26, 2021 19:16:24 GMT -8
Watching And listening the sudden shift in An Tiarna speaking from quoting beautiful antiquated pieces into the utterly absurd without missing a beat did not shock Collins in the least. Indeed, he was quite used to this manner of speaking. He did however notice the reaction of The Angel, now sitting at the center of the table betwixt the two. Leaning over he said quiet and kind -Collins- "This is normal Love; you'll get used to it...." That seemed to relax her a bit and she say back with her head up once again. But she could not resist saying -The Angel- "I believe that you may be confusing two men of the same name but different eras...." Collins eyes closed and he did his own right handed face palm. Both sat quietly awaiting. Here comes the thunder and lightning so Collins thought
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Jun 26, 2021 21:03:31 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 26, 2021 21:03:31 GMT -8
The Old Dead man turned to The Angel's correction of his words but the explosion Collins anticipated for not occur. He did reply but the tone was more shock than anything else -An Tiarna- 'Really? Fancy that.' And with those simple words he offered nothing more. Some time down the line The Old Dead man slammed back his drink then busted into this -An Tiarna- 'Don't go to bed with no price on your head....' Snapping fingers, right and left hand he continued -An Tiarna- '& don't do the crime of you can't do the time....' & he thought to himself. Prayed. Life.... Then. Then? Then I will take someone's life. Brutally. One? Correction: many. & deep in his mind he wondered why one of the assholes invading his planet was idiot enough to babble this priceless line: "Remember the primary objective in recon and in formation gathering." What a fuckin idiot
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Jun 29, 2021 22:22:11 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 29, 2021 22:22:11 GMT -8
The Old Dead man sat captivated watching. But it was not The Universe wide that had An Tiarna's attention entire. It was The Valley of the Dead. More specifically, he observed an individual Soul who was now mired in Purgatory, as An Tiarna called that realm of The Otherworld. A pig person apparently. Pig.... Bacon. Bacon. Food. Suddenly hunger struck him. Hard. Turning to The Angel he bellowed -An Tiarna- 'Would it kill ya to get me a Bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich?' Smiling politely she nodded. And that was that and there sat a BLT before him. Not being without manners, no matter how many will say to the opposite, he loudly exclaimed -An Tiarna- 'Go raibh maith agat!' Then he commenced to stuff his face. Lit cigarette in right hand as well as BLT, he moved effortlessly between eating and smoking. Unfortunately for us all he did not erroneously take a drag off of his sandwich, nor did he mistakenly eat a lit cigarette. And there one seriously bored tyrant sat. This was death to be sure
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Jun 30, 2021 17:04:14 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 30, 2021 17:04:14 GMT -8
The Old Dead man sat bored in his Harmonious, Heavenly Home, everything but chill.... And out he looked onto.... Yupp. The Universe. Manaan? Ouch!An Tiarna grimaced. He had seen what he thought was Connor but he could be wrong. Now the Old Dead man was more than a bit confused there. If he saw the boy drop and swear undying loyalty to one more person he didn't know if he'd laugh or cry. A bird flew past The Old Dead man, gracefully removing his attention from below. Head turning right he perused the fowl with his eyes and he mumbled -An Tiarna- 'Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly.....' And he watched. A Bright welcoming smile broke on his hard Dark face. It was following his Granddaughter as she delicately sauntered down a path. The Devine scene made by Morrrigan & the Fowl in the Heavenly backdrop was nothing short of immaculate. And it struck him again. She's dead. That's it that's all. The picture did not lose a drop of beauty but he felt a sudden harsh bitter taste rise up in his mouth. So he turned back towards the Universe. Right hand shooting to the sky he howled An Tiarna- 'Uisce beatha!!!' And before he could blink a fresh uncorked bottle stood on his table. He generously topped Collins glass then his own. -An Tiarna- 'Drink up Collins & we'll watch the tragic comedy roll on....'
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Post by Michael Collins on Jul 3, 2021 2:29:04 GMT -8
Collins accepted the refill, raising the glass then dropping the contents in a gulp, he refilled the glass but sat behind it and lot a cigarette. This Bang! You're Dead! brand they rationed out to him were quite pleasant so he thought. And think.... Even in death he did little but think. His state of nature. And Big Ugly had sung The Beatles time Blackbird? Sung? Collins chuckled. Bellowed the words - yes. And Blackbird? The thing looking as if it were about to five bomb Morrigan was a grew owl.... And the man mumbled -Collins- "If I see right.... "
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 3, 2021 3:06:18 GMT -8
Gracefully she walked along a path. She felt the Owl's eyes on her before she laid her eyes on the bird. The stare was in no way uncomfortable notwithstanding she knew something had it's eyes on her. Turning she could observe none of many who were observing her. Then it caught her eye. Maybe four meters above. She stopped eyes narrowing. A bird? Daideo would have a field day with this one, so she thought. But she continued to watch the bird. It seemed attracted to her.... Circling her. That's it! This is all a dream!. NIghtmare really. Head now looking down she Shrugged it off and continued strolling along. After taking six steps down the path she came to a halt looking up again. There it was circling her. Squinting eyes tight and right hand going to foreheaf she muttered -Morrigan - "A grey owl...." Shrugging again she turned and continued her slow pace down the path. Not like this was the first bird she'd seen. And here there were many. But. Right hand tossing hair back. But this one is different. And how she wanted to park her was and rest her feet for but a second. And there it was. A bench. Sittiing s!he sighec. At the opposite end of the bench there it was perched high, The Owl.... Cailleach Oiche, so they called them. Night hag in Standard. Something about meaning of the name in her own language was amusing and Looking again at her new friend she smiled
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 3, 2021 6:02:27 GMT -8
From out of nowhere a bright light appeared and grew, expanding to about the size of a fist. The light hovered in the air a moment, then rippled as it changed, stretching outwards as something emerged from within its brilliant depths. A rock, about the size that could be comfortably thrown from one hand, was spat out into Harmony and skittered across the ground like a skipping stone.
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Post by Michael Collins on Jul 5, 2021 0:07:40 GMT -8
All was tranquil bliss in Harmony. Yupp. Total boredom reigned supreme. As Collins sat, half of himself enjoying the serenity whilst the other half begged for something. Anything. It was the that a stone skipping down the lane shot upward, lasting the man in the back of the head. Head jarring to the left, he reached up snatching the rock with right hand. -Collins- "I deserve that...." Setting he ore on table, Colllins lot a cigarette and watched
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 5, 2021 0:49:52 GMT -8
The Old Dead man turned to speak to Collins. Just as the man was nailed in the back of the head by a stone. He did not laugh. He wanted to laugh at the sheer abrupt randomness of the occurrence. But he did not laugh. Nor did he follow his first impulse and pitch another rock at Collins' head. Turning back to his viewing of The Uni Devine he sighed deep. Wasn't much to get lost in there either
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