Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 5, 2019 20:00:45 GMT -8
Grace wandered the club, drunk with sheer boredom. It seemed as if they had been locked in a void for months....
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 11, 2019 21:52:26 GMT -8
Bumps on a log. A tired saying indeed and Kieran was becoming tired. Tired of the sitting. Tired of the atmosphere in the establishment. Tired of Could City. Tired of all who lived on Cloud City. Tired of Besbin. Tired.... Kieran was tired. Laoch sat mouth agape staring blankly... he was not sure of much save the stone cold fact that somebody was going die - very soon
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 12, 2019 20:59:18 GMT -8
The Raven's eyes slowly swept across the club scanning all and everything. Humanoids were idiots, so the bird thought. Grace sat, a drink in her right hand, left set on the table in front of her. Meanwhile, Maureen crouched at the woman's side, posterior rested on thighs and feet planted firm on the floor as she subconsciously petting the massive Hound and stared at The Raven. Boland paced behind the group eyes casing out the establishment
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 15, 2019 15:54:19 GMT -8
Sitting over a drink Kieran stared fiercely in his calm. The big man's eyes wandered as his thoughts flew. Killing. First Laoch. Loach... Keiran's eyes fell upon the child and all thoughts of a bloody rampage were swept aside. Laoch took a stiff pull from glass in hand
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 22, 2019 16:56:22 GMT -8
The Raven, settled on Grace's shoulder, stared blankly at absolutely nothing and saw everything. As the mind's eye of the mythical buzzard swept across the Universe wide claws dug into the woman's flesh. Grace winced but quickly swept the pain away. Eyes sweeping the room casually she looked for any recognition of the her pain. Stare locking with those of Kieran for a long moment she then broke free. She sat left hand at chin as her mind raced with wonder. Lighting a cigarette she hauled a drag deep into lungs then blew smoke out in rings. One, two, three. Maureen's attention was drawn to the woman, then the mythical bird. Brows dropping monetarily the girl shrugged and turned her attention to The Hound. The massive dog in turn wagged tail at the girl but the hair on his back stood as he braced himself for anything. Boland too was drawn to the Raven. He instinctively became more aware but not a word immediately fell from his lips
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 22, 2019 17:22:13 GMT -8
Laoch sat cleaning a pistol, eyes lifting quite sporadically. Unfortunately nothing the man could see was out of sorts. Kieran sat motionless as he observed the room. Eyes catching those of Grace the man's chin rose. The stare broke fast but left an imprint deep in his mind and a smile grew on face
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 6, 2019 19:44:57 GMT -8
An omnipotent presence, a presence that had left an indelible permanent scar on the Universe wide rose up in front of Grace & gang, and indeed any present. An Tiarna had arrived. Brows dropping as a scowl grew on the abhorrent face the Monster man's jaw dropped and the words poured out
'What are you lookin at!?! You'd think that you saw a blooody ghoust!!!'
Seemingly confused by his own question the crazies eyes grew a shade less piercing as he pondered his own question for a long moment. He was a ghost. This was going to take some getting used to. Snapping back into menacing form The Old man bellowed a laugh. Face falling flat with an upward nod he pressed
'Well?'
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 19, 2019 20:02:16 GMT -8
Boland watched from a distance. It was An Tiarna alright; of that Boland was sure. Pistol in hand he did not move but rather observed - closely. Maureen too watched intensely. This man she knew from another world. She liked him. The Hound stiffened up hair on back raising as he took up a defensive posture to the child's right. This thing was a freak - one not to be trusted
The Raven gazed upon the scene dispassionately. Ugly dead monstrosity blowing into a relatively peaceful scene intent on provoking something. Deus ex machina of the crudest form. It could be humorous but The Raven doubted that. But the man had helped before
Grace was overwhelmed with emotion. An Tiarna had literally shamed the Higher Powers into giving them all life again. No small feat. Then again this man could sell ice cubes to Eskimos. And so her mind raced but her eyes revealed nothing. She spoke
-Grace-
"What I am thinking about is our next step."
The woman casually lit a cigarette, took a long drag then exhaled the smoke. Maureen abruptly blurted out the question
-Maureen-
"An Tiarna are you alive?"
All attention fell on the Monster man
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 24, 2019 20:14:53 GMT -8
The Old man bellowed in answer
An Tiarna
'Of course not! I'm dead fool!'
Voice suddenly falling tender with a pleasant smile he went on
'Why do you ask sweetheart?
Face stiffening he responded to Grace with a stren warning, giant right index finger flailing in the air
'Just watch in that step forward that you don't trip on your face.'
The Monster man settled back in seat observing the surroundings
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 29, 2019 20:23:24 GMT -8
Boland watched the interchange between the girl and The Old man. He was scary indeed, even in death but posed no threat.
Maureen with her question asked and answered just sat watching. The child knew An Tiarna was dead but a vision of him living danced in her head
Grace quietly listened to the talk, eyes investigating the Old man. Even the woman could not escape a question that still mystified many: how could a man that ugly produce so many beautiful daughters? And ugly indeed he was
The Raven sat on the woman’s shoulder, for now a passive observer
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 29, 2019 21:05:04 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch observed attentively. Both men were born and raised fervent IF. Laoch spoke
-Laoch-
"Well this changes things...."
Head snapping towards the voice Kieran responded sharply
-Kieran-
"This changes nothing; we are sworn to Grace and the crew! To be sure it just got more interesting. But... The Old man himself would fry us in hogfat if we traitored that solemn bond!"
Gaze snapping back to the table he finished short and resolutely
-Kieran-
"And we ain't...."
Laoch nodded in agreement and they continued to watch
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jul 29, 2019 21:39:28 GMT -8
Rhiannon had almost fallen asleep when The Old man materialized.With the arrival of An Tiarna her senses heightened sharply but she said nothing
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 2, 2019 21:12:36 GMT -8
Abruptly Kieran declared
-Kieran-
"That thing is starting to freak me out - get ready"
Laoch nodded in agreement as both men prepared to strike yet still they stood
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Sept 24, 2019 17:15:53 GMT -8
The Old man had sat - impatiently yet quiet - awaiting a response. An Tiarna could sense the two behind him. They were scared. They should be scared. Boland pacing nervously did not escape his attention either. His glance passed by the Jedi too & he wondered.~Was I ever with that one?~Shaking the inner question aside his gaze settled once again on the woman in front of him. His piercing stare cut through The Raven then rested gentle on the child. Eyes once again locked with those of Grace. She certainly was taking her sweet time answering but time meant nothing to him, so he waited
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 24, 2019 22:03:22 GMT -8
Boland paced endlessly eyes sweeping the area entire but special attention fell on the table where Grace sat. His attention fell on on that of the foreboding apparition that sat across from the woman.
The Raven too gazed at the Old man as Grace herself studied the imposing face. The Hound at Maureen's side sat ready to strike yet dead still. And it was the child who spoke
-Maureen-
"Thought maybe you'd have an idea of what's next your Holiness."
Grace's right hand flew up covering her mouth to stifle a laugh at the snipe, intended or not, which Maureen offered at the end of the her sentence. Hand sweeping gracefully away and her face now stood regally composed
-Grace-
"Out of the mouths of babes, so they say....."
Grace caught An Tiarna's eyes with her own. The Raven on her shoulder watched quietly as Boland drew up behind the woman. The living waited for the dead to speak
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Oct 23, 2019 19:32:17 GMT -8
The Old man looked blankly at the four watching him intently. He wondered. ~What to do? He knew what not to do~ The thought passed effortlessly through his head. An Tiarna could feel the two kin behind him pondering their next move. If he were them he would have been capped - the instant this little scene began....
Leaving that behind him momentarily the Old man's attention came to rest on Grace. He started for but a second then bellowed
-An Tiarna-
"Well you're a sight I won't soon forget!"
Right hand caressing chin
-An Tiarna-
"Could leave it as stands & frighten children everywhere.... Adults of a weaker kind too I guess."
Huge left hand tossing that aside
as a thundering laugh filled the air
-An Tiarna-
"Course those eggplants on Kamino would have a field day with that...."
Right hand flailing out
-An Tiarna-
"Then again you could get a patch - no?"
Head nodding
-An Tiarna-
"Where was I?"
Leaving no room for answer the Old man howled
-An Tiarna-
"& you two idiots should be ashamed; if I were in your position you'd both be dead."
The Old man tossed a small pink agenda in front of Grace. Sitting back An Tiarna took a pull from the glass set in front of him & lit a cigarette
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Oct 24, 2019 21:52:03 GMT -8
Laoch watching intently apeared to be slapped across the face by An Tiarna's censure but said nothing. A fire rose up in Kieran's eyes for a brief moment then he smiled. Gun still in hand he relaxed - slightly. The looming confrontation appeared to be cut short but neither man took their gaze off the table where Grace and her party sat with the Old man
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Oct 24, 2019 22:24:07 GMT -8
Maureen watched in awe as the Old man spoke. Boland, now standing behind Grace with right hand on her shoulder, listened with his ears as his eyes took in everything around them. Grace in turn watched the Old man with her one eye. His words, well intended as they may have been, felt like a slap across the face with a lace glove filled with coal. The woman showed not a drop of emotion outwardly but inside she wanted to scream. The book falling on the table before her snapped Grace from self-pity and she picked it up. Eyes fell to the book then back up at An Tiarna. She remained silent. The Raven too listened, holding back the urge to obliterate big mouth & send him packing back to the Great Hereafter
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on May 18, 2020 18:07:12 GMT -8
The Old man still staring through the woman abruptly bellowed
-An Tiarna-
"Don't know who of the lot of you I want to shoot first."
The Old man's eyes never left those of Grace as he continued
"But that would be your last mistake...."
Eyes fixed on Grace he lit a cigarette. The stoic stare broke momentarily as the Old man burst into a horrific coughing fit. Making short of the long he spit half a lung to the floor at his side. Hideous sight really for all present. Shaking that off his eyes fell back on Grace & he waited
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 26, 2020 19:59:56 GMT -8
Grace held the Old man's stare but thought "What the flying fuck did I get myself into now?" as Maurreen sat jaw agape listening. The Raven consumed the words the giant infidel shot there way waiting to sap the Old man into subatomic particles. But wait he did. Boland itched to fire the gun in hand and send Big Ugly back to Never Never Land
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