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Post by Deirdre Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 21:39:38 GMT -8
Deirdre now settled in a modest but well stocked quarters sits reading
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Post by The Doctor on Jun 12, 2018 21:42:43 GMT -8
The Doctor looks around him. The Spartan conditions he now has are meaningless to him, what he desires most are the pieces of literature and rich bounty of medical paraphernalia that surrounds him. He sits cross-legged embroiled in study of his passion, genealogy
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Post by Brigid Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 21:44:51 GMT -8
Brigid cross-legged on a blanket tends to a massive dog. She is well established. Bedding clothes and accessories. She stared at The Doctor sitting across the cave
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Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Jun 12, 2018 21:47:24 GMT -8
Sitting comfortably on a small stool the aged seanchaí, Torna Ó Maolchonaire reads a book. His small plot is furnished with books, writing material, an assortment of personal artifacts and most importantly a pipe, with ample amounts of tobacco and a more than one bottle of Poitín
At his sinister side three of the ghostly druidesses reside. Shorn of any hair and tattooed head to foot in tribal symbols they tend to his every need. Nothing is provocative in their nudity and none observe it as such; it is tradition, and among An Tiarna’s lot tradition is respected
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 21:51:04 GMT -8
The triplets take all in stride. Now situated in a small corner fit for the three they are comfortable. Gid sits watching her sisters. Alem works on a heavy bag, neatly erected for her pleasure, and Gid’s mental pain. Skakk busies herself disassembling and reassembling a rifle, then starting all over again. Gid's right hand smacked her forehead and she sighed deeply
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jun 12, 2018 21:54:45 GMT -8
The 10 remaining Lámh Dhearg Manaan sit solemnly
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jun 12, 2018 21:57:59 GMT -8
Now reduced to 10 men they keep up a constant vigil
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Post by An tSúil on Jun 12, 2018 22:00:03 GMT -8
An tSúil, the bizarre entity hovers in the air watching all around her. She has watched An Tiarna the whole of his life, as she has watched his descendants from the beginning and will continued watching over his line until the end.... But something in the minds eye, here catching the sorry pun in her omnipotent stream of thought giggled, yes.... Right! Something told that the tale was far from finished. What tales would unfold from all this her divine power could not reveal. And consequently, as forever and always she watched
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 22:43:25 GMT -8
The Old man abruptly bellowed
-An tiarna-
"What is staring at me!"
Brushing off his own question he muttered low but clear
-An tiarna-
"Stories will rise from this too... mark my words."
Another explosion went off rocking the ground beneath the feet
-Just Another Expendable Goon-
"Found another explosive trap... medic?"
The entire cave went silent for a moment. This was not going to be easy
-Just Another Expendable Goon-
"And maybe some tic-tacs...."
The Outlaw Techs were having a field day tearing through the place but casualties were happening. The Old man sighed. And so the scene was set; from nothing something would come....
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Post by Michael Collins on Jun 13, 2018 0:00:01 GMT -8
Collins now quietly sent out several richly coded messages. Piracy. Moving from an organised paramilitary organisation ripe with criminals and knee deep in criminal activity to piracy would seem a descent to many but to Collins this was nothing more than evolution. Several more explosions rocked the cave. Collins howled
-Collins-
"And you people made money from crime???"
Shaking his head he casually read the ever changing casualty list and number of explosive devices and such that had been found and deactivated... or mistakenly tripped. He muttered to himself
-Collins-
<<How did that Old fool know how to get in here?>>
Then thinking to himself.~This I have to give to experience... blind stupidity would never have got us anywhere. And he really does many. many, many stupid things~Shrugging Collins went back to dotting all the i's and crossing all the t's. An arrow sailed by so close that it parted his hair. Another explosion went off, then another. This was becoming dangerous
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Post by Deirdre Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 1:50:12 GMT -8
Deirdre paced close to the wall several meters behind An Tiarna. Something was bothering her but she could not pinpoint the what of many whats. So on she paced
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 1:53:41 GMT -8
Few could fathom the perils of the Den…. The sorry crew of An Tiarna’s were finding out – the hard way, as the Dubh family liked doing things. Mórrígan walked over and asked
-Morrigan-
“Daideó I thin….”
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 1:54:34 GMT -8
The Old man felt a shiver go up his back & promptly slapped the girl across the face
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 1:56:08 GMT -8
An Tiarna could slap a grown man to his knees; Mórrígan dropped to the ground with a sickening thud. And just at that moment an massive projectile ripped by the air where but a moment before she had stood
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Post by Deirdre Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 2:03:15 GMT -8
The projectile cut Deirdre’s head off so fast and cleanly that her decapitated body continued walking for several paces before blood shot from her neck and she collapsed in a lifeless heap. Her head was hurled up in the air and then began a fast downward fall
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 2:13:47 GMT -8
The Old man stood mouth agape hands extended out and the severed head of Deirdre landed neatly in his hands. Not dropping the head he screamed
-An Tiarna-
“For all that iss holyy!!! Get it off!!! Get it off!!! No! Wait! Put it back on!
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 2:23:34 GMT -8
Mórrígan, now on her feet walked over calmly and gently took the head from the Old man’s hands, nestling it gentle like a babe between left hand and breast. She then slapped him across the cheek with her right palm then laying a violent backhand on his left
-Mórrígan-
“Pull it togeather!!!”
She turned handing the head coolly to a rather stunned young nurse and waved her right direction those now cleaning up the body
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 2:26:33 GMT -8
Yet another explosion went off. The place was a fortress... built by the Devil himself
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 13, 2018 2:55:34 GMT -8
With the aid of two nurses and an inordinate amount of sedatives Mórrígan managed to get the big man in a seat. Things were becoming more treacherous by the moment
-Mórrígan-
“Still believe this a good move? Out of the way? Of what may I ask?
Shaking her head
"Outta the pan and straight into the fire!"
She heard no response
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Post by Luca on Jun 13, 2018 3:18:46 GMT -8
The noise was enough to wake the dead and sure enough the beloved family was awake. For Joy. Luka walked about do a once over of almost anything in sight. His brows creased matching the scowl on his mouth as he reached out and snatched a tiny piece of thread off a wall
-Luca-
“Cleaners….”
The sudden charge of electricity hit the big man and he turned into a living-soon-to-be-dead dancing doll. Head shaking, eyes bulged from sockets and his tongue stuck out, although he was biting down, and as consequence blood flew around him. He hung onto the tiny cord with all of his power but seemed to shake everywhere else. His bowels and bladder emptied as he danced on his toes
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