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Jul 2, 2018 21:06:49 GMT -8
Post by Tethys on Jul 2, 2018 21:06:49 GMT -8
Now absorbed by the diatribe Tethys sat in study. They were remarkable these mortals. Indeed she could she why among her own strict instruction was placed on not being drawn in by the desire to be like these curious beings. She herself was intrigued but still the wits remained intact. That said, she could not pull herself away
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Jul 2, 2018 21:36:53 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 21:36:53 GMT -8
Another Immortal intensely took in the whole business. He, quite conversely with the thoughts of Tethys was uncertain which of the two he wished to crush more, The Old man or Boland. But admittedly The Raven conceded, if only to himself that the group had him captivated by sheer curiosity. So he watched Maureen sat looking at the Old man. She yawned occasionally but was also very much seduced by his manner of speaking. She wished she had a bloody cigarette. Full stop. Did I just think that? Her brows creased as she wondered where that came from, then back to the pair. Where were they? Oh! Boland is about to speak. This should be funny she thought Morrígu, now standing was also captivated by what was transpiring between An Tiarna and Boland. And she hoped the pair of morons realized that Maureen, nor herself were just going to jump and follow them blindly Boland, eyes also at his shoes carefully absorbed the words that fell from An Tiarna’s lips. The man was quite unconditional. And indeed what The Old man had said and how he delivered it would leave many speechless. Boland answered the question with a question -Boland- “Anything you want?” Boland knew that the question was loaded before delivering it but did not make an attempt to re-frame what he had said
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Jul 2, 2018 22:32:15 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 22:32:15 GMT -8
The Old man was struck hard by the simple question. What did he want. He wanted to know where all were. Some he had little doubt about their fate, The Doctor sprang to mind, who he had little doubt was, nor ever would be here. The where was a speculation that he dared consider. A sudden passing image of a suffocating prison overloaded with the souls of the Eternally damned flashed before his eyes but he pressed it into the recess of his mind. It was place that he could never, would never place but scare few of his lot. But where then were they? Pulling himself away from the personal struggle he set his eyes again on the girl, then up to Morrígu. Dropping his stare to the ground again -An Tiarna- “What I want….” The Old man wrestled with himself a second -An tiarna- “Is to stop deliberating and initiate doing.” There it was. A critical element to being, no matter if your being was Living or Dead. He muttered, low yet clear -An Tiarna- "Where?" The Old man stopped short of the words "are they" at the end nor was this implied but he felt it deeply
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 3, 2018 4:04:18 GMT -8
A wicked smile crossed over the face of An Tiarna -An Tiarna- "Some funky business is shaking out there... our people."
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Jul 9, 2018 16:43:17 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 9, 2018 16:43:17 GMT -8
Morrígu still watched. Still. The word suddenly struck her like a slap across the face. She watched. Looking at Maureen, so tenderly young, siting watching the Old man. Her gaze moved on to Boland. So full of... life. The tragedy of it all crossed her mind and for a moment she felt dizzy. Her eyes lastly fell on the Old man. Now he was death incarnate. It was hard attempting to picture him in life yet near impossible to envision him dying..... Like two unstoppable forces colliding she thought. Death itself would fear the man. Eyes falling to the ground beneath her feet she wondered
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Jul 9, 2018 19:01:49 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 9, 2018 19:01:49 GMT -8
The Old man too watched and wondered. But where the woman mourned the cruel effects of the touch of the icy Hand of Death it was fury that reared up in his mighty heart. Eyes searing through The Raven he asked An Tiana “You with all of that Wisdom yet cannot decipher Right from Wrong? And then move to turn those things Wrong to Right?” His gaze held firm as he awaited an answer
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Tethys
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Jul 9, 2018 19:05:00 GMT -8
Post by Tethys on Jul 9, 2018 19:05:00 GMT -8
Tethys sat marvelling as she observed. They Old man’s sudden query peaked her already intense curiosity; these souls of mortal beings puzzled her to an extreme, in the way that oft struck those the perpetually immortal. Tethys had never truly lived in a mortal shell. Not fully. To be conceived, born, live then pass on into this the Otherworld. Her World. To be sure she had, as many of her Kind quite sporadically did, entered bodies of the living in a desperate attempt to try and understand, if even for fleeting moments , the rollercoaster that was Life. So there she sat watching and was struck by the question so boldly presented by the Old man. He did not plead or beg for himself but rather asked what of the others. And there he gained her respect and what’s more she knew why so many fell head over heels for the ghastly beast, that being the humanity that lie buried so deep underneath. And beyond all that she too was left asking herself: Why? And like that she sat at his side. Beauty by the Beast. She watched and a harsh reality suddenly struck her. She evaporated like that
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Jul 9, 2018 19:36:11 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 9, 2018 19:36:11 GMT -8
Even The Raven flinched caught quite off guard by the question and for once was left speechless…. Of course the urge to fry the Old man in a lake of burning hog fat struck The Raven but he controlled that desire. His eyes rolled at the sudden appearance of Tethys at the Old man's side. Were all women this easily captured by words of some idiot? But silent he remained. And his silence was magnified by the greater hush the question created in the Otherworld as a whole. Morrígu and Boland instantly fell on the Old man and The Raven
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Jul 9, 2018 21:04:42 GMT -8
Post by Tethys on Jul 9, 2018 21:04:42 GMT -8
As fast as she was gone Tethys again was back. She understood what the Old man had asked, or at least felt that she did but waited quietly watching
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Jul 9, 2018 21:35:40 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 9, 2018 21:35:40 GMT -8
And so The Raven had been challenged. Tethys already knew his mind and The Raven knew that she had moved on that understanding. Now The Raven made his move and the Heavens shook in its wake. He disappeared and with him so did Morrígu, Boland and Maureen
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Jul 9, 2018 21:39:04 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 9, 2018 21:39:04 GMT -8
Watching with piercing eyes the Old man was unmoved as the four sisappeared. He turned to the angle... was it an angle. And what exactly was her angel? Shaking off the senseless he clasped her hand -An Tiarna- "Appears to be us two." He sat thinking of peace.... An Tiarna stated -An Tiarna- "One would think surrounded by all of this Celestial Perfection the answers to life's baffling mysteries would come to you just like that." Crickets hummed in the background. Lighting a cigarette he looked out on the High Heavens wondering. The Old man ventured -An Tiarna- "Like this one: how did Darth Vader breathe and talk at the same time?" Head shaking -An Tiarna- "Many an unnatural power arise when one masters The Force."
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Jul 20, 2018 1:57:08 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 20, 2018 1:57:08 GMT -8
Something caught the Old man's attention. Something... something dynamic? Lively. He shook the feeling off
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Jul 25, 2018 20:38:56 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 25, 2018 20:38:56 GMT -8
Some time later.... All was seemed calm but something lie in the air. Was it the distasteful stench of The Old man or something far more Sinister? Then the narrator dropped dead of a sudden and unforeseen cardiac arrest
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Jul 25, 2018 21:19:21 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 25, 2018 21:19:21 GMT -8
The little used, as if they are rarely needed, AEMS, or Afterlife Emergency Medical Services, I mean really we are talking souls of the dead here right? Right. Where were we? Yes the body of The Narrator, Formerly Known as Bob, cleaned up, I UNDISCLOSED from UNDISCLOSED am now penning this garbage. Which looking at this An What’shisface Dube should be a headache. Who comes up with this garbage? Hang while I smoke a blunt. Gonna need it for this madness. BRB
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Jul 25, 2018 22:32:23 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 25, 2018 22:32:23 GMT -8
Now all things here and all things there, and every and anything in between the two points being clear to those in the Netherworld, once one had their balance in the aforementioned, those peacefully settled in the Afterlife had quite a view to say the least,. The words peaceful or settled were not ones many would associate with An Tiarna, on any realm of existence. So, one way or another, be it seeing the event himself, or him the whole mess being brought to his attention, The Old man was informed of the Morrígu, Boland & Fiach Dubh and Maureen. And he was told of Ciarán Laoch. Smiling as he stated blankly ahead for some time he then grabbed the nearest unfortunate celestial being and shook them worse than an ear up against a speaker during an AC/DC concert with TNT belting out. _An Tiarna- "First you're telling me that those idiots dragged that poor child into this nonsense?" Letting go he smacked the unnamed angelic body to the ground. Left hand waving down -An Tiarna- "Stand up; I'm not finished!" Scratching head -An Tiarna- "Where was I? Ceart! & Ciarán and Laoch were stupid enough to follow???" "Piercing eyes canvassing the Otherworld." -An Tiarna- "& you immaculate beings did nothing to stop this?" The Old man turned to Tethys, sitting at his side -An Tiarna- "You people make things pretty complicated...."
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Jul 25, 2018 22:59:49 GMT -8
Post by Tethys on Jul 25, 2018 22:59:49 GMT -8
Tethys sat motionless watching the whole tirade . Again, he wasn't wrong. It struck her, like an SSD hitting a dilapidated outhouse, that something was very off balance when a total madman was beginning to be the voice of reason among the omnipotent. So again, she began to think fast
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Jul 28, 2018 11:29:11 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 11:29:11 GMT -8
With a jerk she came awake. Looking around her frantically finally realized that she was sitting at a table. A woman of truly celestial beauty sat beside a thing that would readily fit quite nicely in place under the word ugly in the Oxford dictionary. The thing spoke....
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Jul 28, 2018 12:13:44 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 12:13:44 GMT -8
An Tiarna bellowed -An Tiarna- “WTF is your problem? You look like you just saw a ghost.” The monster man bellowed
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Jul 28, 2018 12:15:31 GMT -8
Post by Tethys on Jul 28, 2018 12:15:31 GMT -8
The stunning beauty at his side spoke -Tethys- “You are a ghost now.” Catching Morrígu eye to eye -Tethys- “You’re not dead. I felt this would be easier.” Eyes stealing a look at The Old man -Tethys- “If anything near this man was ever easy.” Sympathy flowed from her as she kindly observed
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Jul 28, 2018 12:18:14 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 12:18:14 GMT -8
The Old man bowled over her words -An Tiarna- "Silence village idiot!" Left fist crashing down on table in front of him -An Tiarna- “Could we cut the small talk!” Scratching chin a bewildered look in eyes “Alright…. Where was I?" Eyes suddenly full of fire "Ceart! Naming.” The Old man spoke almost reassuringly -An Tiarna- “This I’ve done many a time…..” Leaning forward with wide eyes -An Tiarna- “But names don’t just drop outta a hat you know that – right?” Bombing past the purely rhetorical -An Tiarna- “Names have meaning….” He explained slowly -An Tiarna- “At birth we are given a name. Then we earn another…..” The suddenly the Old man thunderously declared -An Tiarna- “Gráinne Mhaol….” A long moment later he said -An Tiarna- "You earned that...." Giant right index finger shaking scholding -An Tiarna- "Do it honour...." Hurling the whole business away with the sweep of a giant sinister hand "Maith go leor!" And all and everything, even the heavens itself fell silent
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