An Tiarna Dubh
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Jun 29, 2018 21:44:57 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 21:44:57 GMT -8
As the girl stood before him watching, An Tiarna absorbed the Lightening, convulsing rhythmically then as all evaporated head falling to his side. At last he shook the shock away and bellowed with laughter
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Jun 29, 2018 21:59:23 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 21:59:23 GMT -8
The girl watched. She knew what was coming, just as she knew many a thing before it came. She always did and being such an inherent ability never gave it any consideration whatsoever. She asked
-Maureen-
"Are you ok?"
Boland watched too. The entire chain of events was preposterous. And such was Life Death. He muttered
-Boland-
“The man’s a fruitcake….”
Morrígu’s hand cupped her mouth suppressing the laughter, as she thought: *What comes around goes around* Aloud she said directed at The Raven
-Morrígu-
“Nice shot….”
She then turned her mind back to where it was before what was now after was and snapped a hand towel cracking Boland on the shoulder and the pair fell into outlandishly loaded banter
The Raven turned attention away watching everything and nothing
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Jun 29, 2018 22:48:28 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 22:48:28 GMT -8
The Old man instinctively was set to put a second round into this bird when he heard the girl's senseless question and he remarked flippantly
-An Tiarna-
"Of course, I just ingested enough electricity to light up a small city, care of that bloody scavenger. And I am just ducky!"
Hard eyes locking on the child
-An Tiarna-
"Does that sound intelligent to you?"
Brows rising at the end of the rhetorical question he lit a cigarette, off a still burning piece of clothing
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Jun 29, 2018 22:54:18 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 29, 2018 22:54:18 GMT -8
The girl noticed that the butterfly was gone. Shrugging that off and the Old man's question in one gesture she skipped away chasing after the wind, a child being a child
The hormones flew about betwixt Morrígu and Boland as the toyed about with word and expression, nothing directly said and everything and anything implied
And The Raven omnipotent indeed, watched what even the others could not hear or see in the Danse Macabre
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Jun 30, 2018 2:09:22 GMT -8
Post by Tethys on Jun 30, 2018 2:09:22 GMT -8
The GoddessTethys sashays down the lovely Jedi section of the Netherworld, shelling out drugs to the sorry souls who failed to check their various disorders at the Door to the Afterlife. Seeing the hideous Inter-Galactic Gael she pulls to a stop and presents him a fistful of the anti-psychotic Seroquel
-Tethys-
“Eat these and if you feel that things are getting out of control in there….”
Tiny left fist tapping on the Monster man’s forehead
-Tethys-
“Just call and I am there.”
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Jun 30, 2018 2:16:58 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 30, 2018 2:16:58 GMT -8
An Tiarna sat and watched as a beautiful woman strode down the lane. Handing out drugs. Correction: free drugs. The Old man sits watching as the woman stops before him and presents a handful of pills. An Tiarna, certifiably mad no matter what plane of existence he walks on, snatched up the pills, swallowing them then washing all down with a belt of Fire Water flipped a hand to the nurse
-An Tirna-
"Ceart!"
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Jun 30, 2018 2:24:39 GMT -8
Post by Tethys on Jun 30, 2018 2:24:39 GMT -8
As the Goddess walked down the lane She thought.*Even less my Divine Wisdom in the ways of nursing, this man consuming alcohol whilst on anti-psychotic medication is a recipe for disaster. Better marshal the other Deities to discuss.... Never peace with this lot*She skipped along merrily with mind racing
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Jun 30, 2018 17:44:45 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 30, 2018 17:44:45 GMT -8
& the heart pounding like a jackhammer as on he rolls down the racing winding rocky road at breakneck speed life flashing by in twisted freeze-frames, some real; some contrived as the mind struggles to find the truth from the jive. Distorted bodies and a myriad of faces known but with no names to place on them. He struggles with that fixated on naming the nameless. Down down down it descends until an abrupt end of nothingness. Nothingness that never ends. Full stop again as the mind and body are dragged from nihility by the chemicals as the drug kicks. Dragged violently from the nothingness of delirium straight into the peaceful soothing nothingness that is dreamless drug induced sleep. Complete and total Blackness. The entire sequence of morbid physical events were bitterly paradoxical in a spiritual place called Harmony.... The Old man's mind in this vegetative state still managed to engross itself in a useless preoccupation, namely in this case it became fixated on the Dead, himself now being Dead, and he attempted to calculate just how many he had in his sorted time among the Living made Dead. Mind numbing for the numb mind. Poetic? In some fashion, yes. The sick twisted, thoroughly drugged mind slipped aimlessly around. A phrase sprung up: "Cooperative writing" This the Old man's mind could not properly assess, feeding back on all remaining brain cells into a turn of phrase which he could comprehend: "Uncooperative writing"
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Jul 1, 2018 19:17:25 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 1, 2018 19:17:25 GMT -8
Morrígu, now seated with Boland watched the Maureen closely. Her childish gambol through the endless green fields and hills of Paradise Divine came to an end with her sitting cross-legged watching the Old man sleep. Morrígu's eyes too fell upon the Beast. Boland toyed with a handgun, oblivious to the others. Ever watchful Fiach Dubh sat peacefully perched on the woman's shoulder watching one and all
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Jul 1, 2018 19:28:01 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 1, 2018 19:28:01 GMT -8
The eyes on the Old man, with old instincts still ruling him, was pulled from his sleep. His mind was fixed on all he knew that should, indeed must be here, in some Realm of the Afterlife yet could not be seen but his eyes opening fell on the child and all that was put aside if not lost. He spoke
-An Tiarna-
"Maureen. I knew it was you."
He sat up lighting a cigarette. A sudden agony shot up his face. Shaking the pain off before the child could react and ask what was wrong he reached a giant right hand into left pocket and handed the child a coin
-An Tiarna-
"Souvenir."
Brows dropping
-An Tiarna-
"That's from an ancient ruin; guard it close but tis yours to keep or loose."
The Old man returned to his smoking, still grimacing
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Jul 1, 2018 19:36:13 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 1, 2018 19:36:13 GMT -8
The girl took the coin looking at it with wide eyes and spoke, unconscious of her use of a tongue native to the Old man but foreign to herself
-Maureen-
"Go raibh maith agat."
Morrígu watched the interchange. It was innocent and pleased her. Boland's eyes shot up to the use of a language he knew but fast fell back to the pistol. The Raven watched. Observing these strange creatures was oft of great interest. This was not. This was silly sentimental nonsense. This was yet another moment where he desperately fought back the urge to incinerate the lot of them in a towering Lake of Fire
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Jul 1, 2018 21:49:44 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 1, 2018 21:49:44 GMT -8
An Tiarna looked at Maureen and was compelled to speak and abruptly announced unconditionally
“I will tell a tale.”
The Ancient warrior rolled on, oblivious to the audience or if he even had one
“Tragic story this. Tragic….”
Troubled eyes accenting his words
“A young man met a gurl when he was but a wee lad. Now… the gurl was… burdened….”
The final word was, as we will see, a gross understatement
“Burdened as her mother died giving birth.”
Eyes flinching and voice cracking but slight at the cruel words
“Leaving with her father and an older brother. The father….”
He struggled for a fleeting moment
“The man did not treat the gurl right… not at all. Most unnaturally, let us say and leave it there, shall we?”
The rhetorical asked he rolled on not needing nor wanting answer to what required none
“So, this young fellow met this gurl at a tender age and the two relied on one another. Protected one another. Fell in love with one another, as so the story from there requires no graphic play by play.”
An Tiarna lit a cigarette and spoke again
“They met – these two – and were inseparable. Relied on one another. And….”
Brows dropping as he struggled for words
“And she was struck down in a most hideous pointless death. The end” Leaving that hang a long moment he moved on
“Now somewhere between here and there on his troubled path after losing the gurl, which I won’t trouble any with a long pointless description of, the man found the ability, most powerful indeed, to travel back in time….”
He paused, open hands stretched out offering then took a cigarette from side, lighting it
“So back he traveled to save her….. A failed abysmally.”
Pausing a moment he went on
“So back again he went, and failed... yet again.”
Licking upper lip
“Then he tried another time. And it all only became worse.”
Meaty right index finger pointing violently at the air
“Until… until he realized that the one commonality in all of these bitter conclusions lie not with the gurl but with he himself. So… he brought himself back to the point where they met and when they did the boy said “Go away.” And with that back to the present he came and he could readily see around him that the gurl was a successful, celebrated individual. He was the one common part in the tale of her demise.”
He stopped abruptly as he had begun
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Jul 1, 2018 21:54:04 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 1, 2018 21:54:04 GMT -8
The girl listened attentively but keen eyes would catch that Morrígu herself was listening closely to the Old man.. Boland too, still toying with gun in hands, lent his ear. Even Fiach dubh’s curiosity was awakened and he tuned his attention to An Tiarna and watched. They listened as the story unwound. Morrígu and Boland sighed in unison, as the Old man passed the uneasy topic of the father, both expecting and fearing that the Old man might graphically describe what both understood he was eluding to. Maureen caught enough at that point also but shielded herself from any unnecessary understanding. At the abrupt end Morrígu’s eyes shot to the Old man wondering if this were some sick joke. Even Boland turned a second towards the Old man but fast returned attention back to his gun, wondering if he might well use it on the Old man. Maureen’s brow dropped but she asked nothing. The Raven pondered blasting the Old man to pieces but stopped short and listened. An Tiarna continued. Hearts rose then sank. The conclusion left Morrígu looking down puzzled and Boland lifting his head sat jaw ajar thinking. Even The Raven was confused a touch. None spoke. Maureen sat mesmerized throughout the tale. The end in her mind was so basic and practical that she brook no opposition
-Maureen-
“I like that fairy tale! Kindda sad but makes sense. Go raibh míle maith agat !!”
The two adults and one immortal again shrugged in unision
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Jul 1, 2018 22:37:16 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 1, 2018 22:37:16 GMT -8
Suddenly the Old man's voice reared up questioning all
"Have you ever heard the comic tragedy of Darth Sillinessus the Not so Wise?"
He continued ranting
"Well a considerable part of the tale is about the speech impediment that created his name."
And as abruptly as he started he fell suddenly silent
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Jul 2, 2018 11:50:29 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 11:50:29 GMT -8
The fated foursome watched. And they listened. An Tiarna was on a rip, and when in the middle of a bombastic tirade all the anti-psychotic drugs in the universe wide would not slow the storm. Bearing the weight of an exhibition as such was mind-numbing on any plain of existence. Even the omnipotent trembled. Head hanging low Boland pondered putting the gun in hand into his mouth and firing, then was struck with the bitter truth that he was already dead
-Boland-
“No escape….”
The cruel Hand of Fortune weighed down heavy on his shoulders.
Morrígu, even on this higher plain of existence had acquired a hand tremor and greatly increased her alcohol consumption. Was much to be learned but she wondered if he could bottle answers. Bottled. Nice word. She stole another swig wine then lit a cigarette
Maureen herself was fixated with the ongoing polemic. Music to the ears it was to the girl. The quite sporadic physical attacks on the adults in company made it all the more entertaining. Always a patient listener she reveled in the Old man’s verbal onslaught, chalked with an odd mixture of pearls of wisdom, parables and abject stupidity
The Raven sat still on the left shoulder. The immortal soul struggled caught between the feelings shared by Boland and Morrígu and that of Maureen. He now knew and shared an agony with many a soul, both alive and deceased; the misery of enduring An Tiarna speak
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Jul 2, 2018 12:50:03 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 12:50:03 GMT -8
The Old man watched the Forsaken Four nestled in the Peaceful Bliss of Harmony doomed to a Cruel Eternity listening to himself speaking and a fleeting pity fell on them one and all. But this compassion quickly frittered away and he again he spoke
-An Tiarna-
“Well this is boring…. Would have thought better of the Ghouls running the show, wouldn’t you now?”
Scratching his head the thoughts flowed through his hard cranium
-An Tiarna-
“I mean really, couldn’t they in their Greatness offer Somethin to bury our tortured imaginations in….”
One could almost see the light go up
-An Tiarna-
“Sports!”
A cork ball, covered by two strips of white hide tightly stitched together with red yarn, traveling at over a hundred miles per hour clocked the Old man in the side of his head. Blood streaming from a gaping wound he muttered
-An Tiarna-
“Ach.... I deserved that.”
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Jul 2, 2018 17:40:58 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 17:40:58 GMT -8
The Raven found the whole sequence priceless. Boland could not contain laughter, nor could Maureen. Morrígu spoke
-Morrígu-
“As you may now see, if you wish for something here it has a strong chance of happening, be the outcome good or bad.”
She lowered her head a moment stifling a laugh of her own
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Jul 2, 2018 17:43:30 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 17:43:30 GMT -8
Rubbing the split side of his cranium the Old man muttered
-An Tiarna-
“Trust me, I am painfully aware of that fact….”
But again those observant could see the wheels turning in his head. Make good of bad. Simple logic. He bowed his head in thought. A most valuable ability had been exposed. So An Tiarna grappled internally with the place in which it appeared was now his home. Past the hard pill that was to swallow, the limits of what could be done and more importantly what needed doing and would be done settled in his mind. The Old man abruptly howled
“Tar anseo chugam!”
Head rising he accented the order
“Anois!!!”
Gaze dropping again to his feet he was silent
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Jul 2, 2018 19:48:13 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 19:48:13 GMT -8
Maureen now sat intensely observing the Old man. Unconsciously she mimicked certain idiosyncrasies. Observing was learning
Morrígu watched the Old man and Maureen. She mumbled to herself
-Morrígu-
“She’ll be smoking before the girl is ten.”
It hit her that Maureen would never be ten and that cold reality threw Morrígu’s mind off momentarily. The string of words bellowing from the Old man’s gate drew her attention back to their reality. She grasped that what he said was an order but did not understand the meaning. The shrill word projected following it was a transparent “move it!” Boland’s instant reaction did not slip her eye. The man jumped. Still, she was impressed at how he managed to hold a cool disposition even in his hasty response
Boland was on his feet scarcely before the words had exited the Old man’s mouth, he sharing a Native tongue with the Old man, and on final word moved only faster. Walking over he took a chair and straddled it sitting in front of An Tiarna -Boland- "What gives chief?" Lighting a cigarette he patiently waited
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Jul 2, 2018 20:07:46 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 20:07:46 GMT -8
The Old man still looking down spoke
-An Tiarna-
“I'll tell you what gives.... We’re dead. Now…. That places some pretty strong constraints on our approach to life.”
The poor place of the final word not escaping him, lit a cigarette then added
-An Tiarna-
“And understanding the chains that bind us is most important.”
Words slowing to a crawl
-An Tiarna-
“But the best way of testing those bounds is seeing what we can do… by doing what we wish.”
The ball crashing into his head again crossing his mind he added
-An Tiarna-
"We might want to go easy on what we wish to be....."
He shot a quick gaze at Maureen sitting beside them, his words applying to not only them but perhaps more importantly the child. His eyes fell back to his feet and verbalised his thought
-An Tiarna-
“I wished for sports…. And was rewarded by being struck by a ball hurled by an angry Togorian on steroids.”
Brows rising and lips purse
-An Tiarna-
“T’was lucky really.”
A wide smile offered for a fleeting moment
-An Tiarna-
“I might well have had the entire celestial para-Olympic team created from the cumulative effects of my saturation bombings of planets come crashing down on my head.”
Feeling that the visual image created by those words made the point transparently clear he waved the words away with the brush of a giant right hand and stopped and waited for Boland’s response to the meat of what he had said
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