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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 13, 2015 9:13:38 GMT -8
"Did you mean what you said, when we first got here?" Picas asked Ignus. Ignus approached, eyebrows raised, though he left the question unasked. Picas continued anyway. "To get back, all I have to do is a little soul-searching?"
Ignus nodded with a knowing smile. "You are no Sith, Picas." He sat down beside him and placed his arm around Picas, comforting the Jedi. "I remember exactly what I said when we first got here. You are just as much a Jedi now as you were when you were back on Dantooine. Your shortcomings and mistakes are all part of the journey."
"Dantooine..." Picas echoed, memories flooding his vision. Life was so peaceful there. His master, Starfall, was one of the best Jedi Picas knew - if a bit too military. Ignus smiled, as if he was hearing Picas' thoughts. "Dantooine is my home, Ignus." Picas admitted. As he was saying the words, he knew them to be true. He knew his place was on Dantooine, at the Enclave. He had never been as sure of anything in his life - or, in his afterlife. He started hearing voices in the distance. He closed his eyes, instinctively knowing that they were from Dantooine. "Take me," was all he said.
"I can no longer do that, Picas." Ignus said while sighing. "Our time here has... altered our bond. I'm not sure how, but I can no longer take you to the land of the living. Only you can go by yourself."
"I don't want to go by myself!" Picas said, pressing in closer on Ignus. "I want to share that experience with you." Ignus' eyes widened, and he sat up straight. Picas was shocked by the quickness of it. "What's wrong?"
"I've got it. I know how we're going to get our lives back."
Picas trusted Ignus. It might have been through their unusual bond, or it might have been something else, but Picas knew that Ignus was as sure of himself now as when Picas had admitted Dantooine was his home. "How?"
"We have to make a choice, together. Go to the light, or go to the dark. Only then will we be resurrected."
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 13, 2015 9:38:59 GMT -8
"You'll have to explain, Ignus, I don't understand." Picas said, his Jedi patience wearing thin. "I know you know this is true, I can feel it, but how do you know?"
"It makes sense. The Force requires us to bring balance, yes? We've already decided this." Picas nodded his agreement, and Ignus continued. "The Force needs us. We are perfect examples of the balance it requires, light and dark who can coexist. Not only coexist, but love each other, too." Picas nodded again, remembering these very same words when they first arrived in the afterlife. "However, though we represent this balance, we are not balanced. The only way we will get back is to be the balance, to pick a side. We've already said that Jedi and Sith not fighting each other is pushing the Force out of whack, so the tipping point is: we must choose. Jedi, or Sith."
Picas took a moment to take this in. It did make some sense, though the logic was completely floored. However, the Jedi Historian knew much about the Force and its past history. He cast his mind to Abeloth, a force of complete destruction. Sometimes it didn't have to be logical, only true. Picas sensed Ignus was telling the truth. "But this brings another dilemma, Ignus." Picas said, standing. "Which side?"
Ignus stood, a smile on his face. Picas was dearly hoping he would not say Sith. Picas had just decided that his home was on Dantooine, as a Jedi. Picas could not turn back from that, could he? Would he, for the one he loved? He thought long and hard, and realised that Picas did not love Ignus enough to fall to the Dark Side.
However, he loved him enough to try and bring him to the Light.
"There's no need, Picas." Ignus said. Picas gave him a questioning look. "Don't forget, I know what you're thinking here. You should know, my name is not Ignus. That was my new identity when the Sith took me. My true name is Karrus Orin. And I am yours, Picas. Forever and a day, I am yours."
They embraced, Picas not knowing what to think. Ignus - no, Karrus - had just abandoned the Dark Side. Was it for Picas? He didn't know if he could live with that, changing someone's life so completely. "I cannot ask you to do this for me, Karrus. I love you, but you must not change for my sake."
"I am not." Karrus replied. "I am changing for our sake."
The world went white.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 18, 2018 13:16:43 GMT -8
Two figures abruptly appeared. Even from a distance one with keen eyes would notice them as a man and a woman. A bird clung tenaciously to the woman's shoulder. Welcome....
They landed abruptly on shockingly steady feet in a bliss filled cornucopia of spiritual freshness where all things where symmetrical. Nice and even. Balanced. Boland, exceptionally accustomed to climatize to the rich tapestry of environments was nonetheless utterly confused. He gazed about senselessly attempting to figure out where exactly he was. Then came the how. After an agonizingly long moment, he turned to the girl and the rook. An awkward smile crossed his face
The girl knew almost instantly that she was now dead. She automatically looked down at herself mesmerized for a moment. The first question striking her was basic:~Why was it that when people died and the material objects that they wore and carried traveled with?~ She reached back but her hand fluttering about at nothing. There went that myth; no wings. Claws dug into her shoulder and she felt it but did not yelp. ~The bird’s alive. Well, cancel that. He's dead like me. Was it ever alive??~The question was dropped as her focus shifted quickly to Boland. It was painfully transparent that he hadn’t a clue what had just occurred. Her heart poured out to the poor lost soul but she remained silent. A momentary guilt enveloped her
The Raven took the whole silly affair in like a boring cab ride from Spadina and Bloor to St. George... at four am. It had been here before. This was The Living Force, a name that baffled him, considering that it housed the spirits of the dead. It sat stoically on the girl’s shoulder. He looked first at her. She seemed fine. That was important. Then eyes rose to the Idiot, as he internally, or more like habitually called Boland. The moron hadn’t a clue where he was. The Raven’s eyes rolled; this was going to be painful
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 19, 2018 11:49:41 GMT -8
Boland frolicked about exploring the space as if a small child. As adaptable as he was keen wit also was a fundamental part of the man. A distorted look came over his face as reality came crashing down on him like an SSD hitting a wooden outhouse. His entire life he had fought tooth and nail against this inevitable end. Now here he was in the afterlife. Crouching down elbows resting on thighs he looked down as a titanic self-pity struck like lightning. This was the end of the line
Morrígu watched the man crumble. It was nauseating. A man of his stature reduced to nothing more than a groveling heap of flesh was nauseating to watch. She could do nothing. Lighting a cigarette, another creature comfort from her Own World that appeared to effortlessly travel into this the Other World, which was now her Own World. Where was I? Yes. She watched. After what must have been hours – did time have any meaning here? – after hours watching she opened her mouth to speak but words escaped her. What would she, could she say? The mind wandered.~Coffee…. They better have coffee here.~ A cup materialized like that and she took a drink. Sighing she lit a cigarette and slipped back into thought.~All things that she would miss…. Feelings – like paper cuts. Well maybe something deeper. A caesarean section? No, that she could do without. Affairs of the heart. Broken dreams. Attacks. Strokes. Scratch that. A life. Getting married. The agonizing pain of childbirth. Slaving away at a backbreaking job to pay the mortgage on some dump that she’d final own just as life was winding down and she wondered why she’d even bought the place.~Her eyes sunk as death began to become more and more appealing
The Raven sat still as death. Because he was dead. He began sweeping the surroundings with his eyes but his wise mind alerted him to the ancient philosophy that the Afterlife presented itself as what you wanted to see. If that was true the idiot wouldn’t be here. So much for Socratic nonsense
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 19, 2018 16:56:27 GMT -8
With a deep inhale Boland straightened his back drawing himself together as much as possible. Dead. What now? He mumbled vocalizing a thought crossing the mind
“Wonder if I can fly?”
Answering the query he lifted off the ground if that was ground beneath his feet a smile on face
“I can fly!!!”
Morrígu giggled and she too lifted effortlessly off the ground
“Weeeeee!!!”
The pair floated about laughing like kids in a candy store. The Raven stared murderously at the pair
“Wonder if you can kill the dead?”
The Raven had traveled this path before and wished for all three of them to take full advantage of all that death had to offer. But another thing he had acquired over many years was patience. He waited
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 19, 2018 20:40:12 GMT -8
Boland crashed to the ground in a heap. Apparently, omnipotence was not automatically bestowed on one after they bought the farm. Dusting himself off he walked over to where the woman had been sitting and took a seat, which manifested out of thin air, shrugging his shoulders. Trying to pick up a drink turned into a spectator sport as his hand passed through the glass - again and again. The harder he tried the harder it became but he continued.
Shaking her head watching the exhibition the exhibition Morrígu dropped down gracefully into her chair and spoke
"Stop trying and just pick it up!"
As Boland continued to struggle, losing abysmally, she asked the bird
"Is this it?"
The Raven answered
"No silly. Much more. Much. Infinite."
Boland and Morrígu ingested the words both visibly struck by the last. And both of their mouths fell open but neither of the two spoke, At last Morrígu bluntly declared
"Rather than bombarding you with questions maybe we should begin exploring."
Both Boland and The Raven looked at her a moment. Boland pleadingly asked
"Ach.... Isn't this our final resting place?"
Ignoring the comment she tossed another inquiry The Raven's way
"What about out there."
The last two words held an odd tone and pitch. The Raven spoke short
"Not yet...."
Guess that there are some confines to all this freedom she thought left hand tossing her hair back and lit another cigarette, a worldly vice she clung to desperately. The Raven spoke out
"Missed a step...."
Both Morrígu and Boland's heads and attention swung to The Raven
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 20, 2018 13:42:42 GMT -8
Morrígu lit yet another cigarette as Boland fiddled clumsily with a handgun he had found lying around. A report rang out as he unintentionally pulled the trigger. The bullet sailed by The Raven so close it ruffled the feathers on his left wing. The urge to peck Boland’s eyes out of his head rose up in The raven’s head but he quelled the impulse.
-Boland-
“Ahh… sorry about that….”
At that the gun went off again, near taking the birds head off. Barrel aimed at the ground Boland set the gun sown gently on the ground and asked
-Boland-
“Maybe we’re best to just leave this here for the moment?”
On they went , the girl chain-smoking and Boland staring nervously around him. After what seemed an eternity The Raven broke the silence.
-The Raven-
“We can do many a thing in this here….”
He rolled over that
“But first the bad… always the bad first.”
Again a break
“You will never age. Never. Never bear the suffering of that existence.”
At first that seemed so appealing but both the girl and man froze starring at The Raven
“Nor will you experience any of the joy.”
The girl’s face cracked and Boland looked up as both processed that through their minds. Morrígu spoke in a trembling voice
-Morrígu-
“But what abou….”
The Raven sharply cut her down.”
“Silence!”
It carried on
“That world is gone to you now.”
All fell silent and the horror of death hung in the air as the girl and Boland processed this reality and The Raven watched in pity
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 20, 2018 20:44:36 GMT -8
Morrígu steeling herself politely said
-Morrígu-
“Carry on if you will.”
The Raven answered effortlessly slipping back into the ancient tongue
-The Raven-
“Go raibh maith agat.”
Morrígu without losing a step answered
-Morrígu-
"Tá fáilte romhat"
Boland did not speak but he too transparently understood. This was telling as it exposed knowledge of a particular language, thus making their shared origins known, if even not to them. But The Raven did. Not dwelling on that peculiarity it carried on
-The Raven-
“This is the Netherworld, the Place for those who have…”
The bird grasped for gentle words
-The Raven-
“Those who have passed on.”
The girl's brows dropped as she attempted to process that bitter truth. An understanding was showing on Boland’s hard face, jaw dropped and shifty nervous eyes set on The Raven
-The Raven-
“The Netherworld is neatly segregated, lacking a better word, so as those of like kind may be with their own.”
Bluntly answering the painfully transparent unasked
-The Raven-
“Yes, yes, one would think on this higher plane of existence we could get past all that but apparently we can’t.”
Left wing swept out brushing the sad reality aside
“Let us say that it was a design choice made by the Creator, whomever that Creator may be according to your confessional practices, inspired by practical considerations."
Then rolling onward
-The Raven-
“This is not a prison; you may visit all parts of this the Netherworlds.”
Then dropping the bomb
-The Raven-
“Communicate with the living.”
The girl’s face lit up as Boland’s head cocked to the right
-The Raven-
“Even travel among them….”
The bird cautioned in a scolding tone
-The Raven-
“That…. That silly business you must be guarded against and always consider the consequences of interfering with the Otherworld. And neither of you are quite prepared for that yet.”
The Raven’s s transposition of realities was not lost upon either the girl or Boland. Morrígu’s left hand covered her mouth suppressing a yelp as Boland’s hardened face winced; our own Reality was now Otherworldly. and The Raven noticed but before he could offer words of solace the girl spoke
-Morrígu-
“What of m….”
Again The Raven cut her off
-The Raven-
“You will find personal effects of value will be at your disposal, save scarce few that were intended to remain behind.”
With that, The Raven brought the lecture to an end
-The Raven-
“That was the first lecture in Netherlands 101! Next session will be a tour of our surroundings.”
Morrígu asked bluntly
-Morrígu-
“What about you?”
Boland sprung up to attention as The Raven spoke
-The Raven-
“The name I go by is Fiach Dubh, a language you are both transparently familiar with.”
And in a slow clear voice
-The Raven-
“I have been around since this Universe was born and move freely between all realms of existence – it is my curse.”
Answer given The Raven fell silent and as the other two bantered. For some time he observed the two. Young they were and tragic that dying at such a tender age. The wise soul wrestled with that bitter reality for some time. Watching he thought~They are trying to forget, which will invariably spiral into a nostalgic agonizing weepy waltz down memory lane~The morbid curiosity with the tired exhibition was fleeting and he flew over landing gently on Morrígu's shoulder rejoining the two. He would pass over from this the Otherworld into that the Land of the Living soon and see how things stood. He was not very optimistic if what his mind's eye revealed bore true. Vocalizing his next thought
-The Raven-
"A tour of the Great Hereafter is in order, when you two are ready."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 21, 2018 3:44:35 GMT -8
The sudden appearance of the trunk in front of them was odd but then again this was the Afterlife. The trio stared blankly at the chest for a long moment. Then the girl and Boland were on it simultaneously. Morrígu poked two fingers in Boland’s eyes then pushed the screeching man aside
-Boland-
"Sweet mercy!!!"
Opening the trunk she rooted through it frantically. At last sitting back she muttered
-Morrígu-
“It’s gone….”
Boland collecting himself violently tossed her aside doing his own desperate search coming to the same conclusion
-Boland-
“My necklace… gone.”
The Raven watching the pair in disgust spoke
-The Raven-
“They are among the living, where they belong….”
With those few words both Morrígu and Boland were put to ease. The Raven continued
-The Raven-
“But you have your things now….”
Informed of the transparent the pair began a detailed inventory of the girl’s possessions. A bag of Boland’s a few other possessions of the pair also materialized
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 21, 2018 11:59:23 GMT -8
Exhausted from rooting through what was an inflated survival kit, personal effects and material residue from a life past the girl sat back tossing hair from face with left hand. Boland remained searching his own simple pack. The Raven, now pearched on a limb spoke
-The Raven-
"Why do you humans place so much into lifeless relics?"
Boland responded by hurling a can that wizzed by ruffling feathers on the bird's head
-The Raven-
"Can always expect witty mature feedback from your end, can't we now?"
As if on cue the girl responded
-Morrígu-
"We hold fast to things that are precious as a reminder, and if one has the presence of mind things that we need."
All three sat quietly as time wasted away
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 21, 2018 18:20:24 GMT -8
The girl’s brows dropped as she thought~Where is everybody? This place should be wall to wall with Souls of the Dearly Departed, or so one would think. Empty. Nothing.~A frown grew on her face. ~Shouldn’t I be happy, at least to some degree? I was a lonely being now here I am with my bird and… my man. Was he my man?~On Morrígu thought but all she drew from her questions were more questions….
Boland toyed with his field kit. A life wrapped up in a neat little bag. A life no extinguished. He was no great poet but the philosophical questions that tortured his mind were manifold. Stopping a moment he lit a cigarette sitting and gazing out into the empty place inside. His eyes burned
Fiach dubh perched upon the girl’s shoulder was wooden. Unmoving. But his mind too was filled with thought. He had existed for time Untold feasting on the bodies of the Young and Old then acting as Shepherd for their Immortal Souls. But the feeling he felt now was strange indeed. Pity he knew. This was different. A weight as it were. It was as if he could feel their pain. Curious that. He watched now not as the Dispassionate Observer but as a Player deeply filled with Passion. Odd it caused a strange pain
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 21, 2018 19:43:01 GMT -8
Boland abruptly broke the long torturous silence asking in an irritated tone
-Boland-
“What now?”
Morrígu did not respond but she perked up eyes and ears keen
Fiach Dubh knew that they were speaking not of Here but There and spoke
-Fiach Dubh-
"Those bodies are but a creature comfort granted to you by Higher Powers. Those who tenderly Whill them. But in many ways, those Mortal shells are a burden. The body that I enjoy carries none of the shackles that weigh others down; I may move where I please.”
Voice taking on a reassuring tone
"This too you will learn."
He added quickly
“But... I could take us on a turn… anywhere. "
The question was if they were ready to withstand the journey. What convinced The Raven was that he would carry them. Shepherding souls out of the Afterlife was a far more difficult, dangerous task than escorting them in but it was doable. Moreover, it was more oft than not far more exciting. He waited for the two to consider the offer that hung in the air
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 21, 2018 21:04:41 GMT -8
Morrígu and Boland now both sat on the edge of their seats. The Raven could feel the anticipation and this compelled him to voice further warning
-Fiach Dubh-
“It is natural to wish to interfere. You see a pregnant woman pushing a stroller with twins in it with her attention where it should not be transparently about to get crushed by an oncoming freighter.”
Pausing a moment allowing the harrowing image to take form in their minds before squashing it
-Fiach Dubh-
“And the automatic urge is to intervene and that more often than not is exactly the wrong move.”
Voice slow and clear
-Fiach Dubh-
“Everything and anything that you do will affect the World - the Universe.”
He fell silent allowing Boland and Morrígu to think on that hard fact. The girl blurted out
-Morrígu-
"But we can help?"
The bird stared at her with burning eyes
-Fiach Dubh-
"Yes, but as a rule, we don't."
Boland interjected chastising the girl
"Morrígu! Don't confuse him! The point is to never help anybody; look at where that got us."
Disagreeing with the point was hard so The Raven simple ignored it tossing out another option
"Of course as tantalizing as such a journey might be there is much to be seen here on this Plane of Existence...."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 22, 2018 17:02:05 GMT -8
Boland shifted looking side to side. Time was an odd creature here; it often didn’t seem to move at all. He suddenly blurted out
- Boland-
“I want guns…. Lots and lots of guns. And accessories.”
A set of stacks teeming with hardware appeared running along endlessly. Boland’s jaw dropped and The Raven spoke
“Be guarded what you wish for in this place. But yes, weapons may be necessary.” Voice rising up
-Fiach Dubh-
“Maybe a more reasonable amount!?!”
The stockpile diminished in size to a still weighty supply of weaponry. Boland wanted to leap up and get an up-close look but held himself. The girl too craved a more intimate familiarity with the new toys
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 23, 2018 18:25:08 GMT -8
Morrigu lost in her thought blurted out abruptly
“I thought it….”
Brows creasing as she struggled with words
-Morrigu-
“I thought that it would be far more busy than this.”
Adding quickly
-Morrigu-
“What with the cumulative effect of natural death, war, famine and the like.”
The Raven spoke
-Fiach dubh-
"People fight against death tooth and nail, thus quite naturally find it most difficult to accept. And quite naturally many struggle against it and wander between this the Afterlife and the Land of the Living."
The girl interjected forcefully
-Morrigu-
"This is so unfair!"
To that, The Raven responded roughly
-Fiach dubh-
“Death is dispassionate girl. And it is as natural as Birth. Just, unfortunately, it is as the polar opposite of Life….”
Quickly following that up
-Fiach dubh-
“Despite that cold fact that each second from conception invariably moves one closer to death….”
The statement was so basic of a truth yet spoke to everything the living fought against. The girl and Boland were quite somber indeed. They were both so very young whereas The Raven was timeless. Not missing that simple truth it carried on
-Fiach Dubh-
“Life in many ways is a piece of crap, often unfair and full of ill fortune and deep regrets but it is also a beautiful thing....”
The words hit hard and The Raven could feel that
-Fiach dubh-
“Now you have an Eternity. You may sit lifelessly and wallow in self-pity reflecting on that cold reality for as long as you wish but when you transcend the natural fixation on the loss of the mortal shells that bound you then you may enjoy the fantastic wonders that the Afterlife has to offer….”
These words of wisdom to Boland were limp and he responded
-Boland-
“That was a right nice speech there my scavenger friend…”
Before he could go on with the censure girl cut in harshly
-Morrigu-
“He’s trying to explain all of this – moron!!!”
Boland's mouth fell open to respond but shut fast. All three fell silent. The Raven watched the pair thinking to himself.~ The tension between the two is a bit thick; perhaps dying wasn’t so bad for either~The thought was quickly extinguished. A hard being but not one without compassion, he watched patiently allowing his comrades time for natural, albeit pointlessly struggle with the bitter Hand of Fate
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 23, 2018 20:44:10 GMT -8
Time passed by quite effortlessly. The Raven suddenly spoke
-Fiach Dubh-
“Now…. The idea of sashaying off and venturing into the Land of the Living so as we might gain an understanding of the state of the universe is indeed most appealing.”
Allowing that to sink in he then followed up with an alternative
-Fiach Dubh-
“Perhaps first we should take a turn through the breathtaking Domain that is the underworld.”
The pair responded near in unison
-Morrigu-
“I’m game.”
-Boland-
“Let’s go.”
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 24, 2018 0:11:06 GMT -8
The sudden appearance of the girl did not go unnoticed. She materialized as if out of thin air, standing several meters away from the tragic trio. Maureen was but 40 pounds soaking wet and 41 1/2 inches tall. She stood wordless mouth agape her dirty blonde hair blowing freely in the wind staring blankly at the three with piercing ice blue eyes as they returned the shocked gaze. All was silent and still for a fleeting moment as time, which had little meaning in the Otherworld, to begin with, froze
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 24, 2018 1:05:33 GMT -8
No words of wisdom fell effortlessly from The Raven’s mouth and Boland stood with a look on his face that would make one think that a three-headed Tusken Raider had just ridden up on moped singing Hey Jude. Morrígu simply squatted down throwing her arms open wide. And as if on cue the girl ran into them and was swept up in a tight embrace. At long last setting the girl down gently Morrígu smiled politely and asked
-Morrígu-
“What’s your name dear?”
The girl responded
-Maureen-
“I’m Maureen – who are you.”
The Raven responded
-Fiach Dubh-
“Fiach Dubh, an….”
The girl’s eyes widened as the bird spoke but Morrígu cut in forcefully
“Silence Edgar Allan or Boland here fries you for lunch!”
The Raven's incessant cooing ceased for once as Boland smiled at the girl politely. Morrígu carried on
-Morrígu-
“You have a lovely name dear. And the bloody bird introduced himself.”
Gesturing to Boland
“And this chap is Boland.”
Boland nodded politely and her left hand falling on her chest Morrígu said
-Morrígu-
"And I myself am Morrígu."
Maureen nodded then asked another question
-Maureen-
"Where am I?"
Morrígu responded unwaveringly
-Morrígu-
“This is but a dream....”
Satisfied the girl ran off playing
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Is mimic a bhris beal duine a shron - often a person's mouth gets their nose broke
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 24, 2018 3:51:07 GMT -8
Morrígu smiled
-Morrígu-
“Well… some more life, scratch that, death here in the… Hereafter.”
Words were definitely playing tricks on her. Chin up she went on
-Morrígu-
“I say that we move around a bit instead of all this rattling on….”
Boland grinned at the suggestion and the move had all but started
-Morrígu-
“Edgar Allan you’ll be our guide.”
The Raven, now perched on her shoulder, said nothing. The truth of the odd vacancy of this the Land of the Dead, which should be teeming with the Souls of the Dead, was painfully transparent. A deeper exploration was of this was transparently demanded. Morrígu taking charge took the right hand of young Maureen Davout then spoke commandingly
-Morrígu-
“Let us go now!”
The Raven left her shoulder taking flight high above. Upward and away, North, South, East or West had no meaning here, the Mighty Bird moved ahead. And the three followed. Morrígu was filled with anticipation.~What lies beyond?~ she wondered. Maureen Davout still in shock gazed with wide eyes allowed herself to be led along quietly by this woman who she strangely trusted. Boland took up a guard sauntering behind wearily looking from left to right, high and low, hand habitually unsnapping holster beneath his left arm. And marching in that order they passed effortlessly between the thin veil that neatly divided one Section of the Netherlands into Another
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Pog mo thoin
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jul 23, 2021 21:30:22 GMT -8
Gid, a red Twi'leck covered head to toe with black tribal tattoos, strolled aimlessly, with her sisters. Alem, who was exceptionally broad shouldered and green took up the Sinister side. On Gid's Dexter was Shakk, who was thin and blue. The sisters, conceived of a single that split into three remain inseparable, even in death. The red T'wileck commented -Gid- "Am I the only one who finds it rather odd that they call a place where the Dead are warehoused 'The Living Force?'" The comment inspired laughter from both sisters and Gid herself joined in. The Laughter at long last died out, no pun intended. Gid could remember the not so distant past when all they could, and indeed did, do was cry. A lot. Rest in Peace? That sentiment professed over the Dead never totally made sense to her. And it made less now. Alem, the Gladys Portugues of the Jedi vs With Universe, likewise had yet to discover tranqulity. No. This was a horrible mistake. And as the pair inwardly flogged themselves for the misfortune that struck them down so young, Shakk attempted to determine the number of worthless lives that continued to waste precious oxygen purely on account of her not being around to strike them down. That to her was a tragedy
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