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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 27, 2018 17:27:51 GMT -8
Laoch could be a total numbskull - few would argue that fact. But he was wise too. The woman shushing the girl away meant she wanted to talk adult talk and he leaning forward elbows resting on knees. Ciarán also turned his attention to the woman
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 27, 2018 19:13:54 GMT -8
Now parked on the opposite end of the couch where Morrígu was sitting Boland waited. She began
-Morrígu-
“She’s a prodigy….”
Not believing any tired lengthy explanation that Maureen was the ‘she’ being spoken of, Morrígu went on
-Morrígu-
“She fried that thing that ruined my face.”
Boland’s head jerked around looking at her with jaw dropped
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 27, 2018 19:16:59 GMT -8
While Laoch scratched his head as he processed what the aoman had just said, Ciarán bluntly asked what all were thinking
-Ciarán-
“You’re telling me that cute little girl nuked that behemoth?”
Laoch first shot a glance to the child playing with toys in the far corner the turned back to Morrígu with a pessimistic face. Ciarán declared
-Ciarán-
“You say it; I believe you.”
Laoch now turned to Ciarán and opened his mouth
-Laoch-
"She's saying that kid barbecued the freak who tore off half her face with one swipe!"
Pulling revolver from side
-Laoch-
"How many caps did we pop in that freaks chest?"
Ciarán turned to Laoch with teeth bared and an evil look in his eyes
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 27, 2018 19:28:51 GMT -8
The Raven cut in stating in a shrill voice
-Fiach Dubh-
“Who among any of you hit that thing?”
Then lower
-Fiach Dubh-
“I didn’t get a chance…." Subconsciously nodding as The Raven spoke Morrígu turned her gaze first to Boland followed by Laoch and Ciarán, at last resting her eyes on the child
-Morrígu-
"That's exactly what I'm telling you...."
With an upward nod at the men
“The Old man had a well-known belief that coincidences never happened; all things had reason….”
Hand sweeping across the room with her vision
-Morrígu-
“We’re looking for reason why we are where we are…. And she keeps doing things innocently. Phenomenal things.”
Shrugging
-Morrígu-
“Why do people always want something to ride in from the clouds in a chariot led by a Pegasus?”
She looked around accusatively at the three -Morrígu- "She needs direction."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 27, 2018 19:49:37 GMT -8
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 27, 2018 20:35:21 GMT -8
Ciarán heard the words and had no opposition. Laoch's brows rose and lips pursed; she was making sense. Laoch envisioned Maureen and himself strolling down the boulevard with guns in hands and bad intent in hearts. Then the two standing outside of a bank. Next they were running and laughing on tall grass, bags with dollar signs on them in hand, as police chased after them. It ran like a motion picture.... A dopey smile grew on his face. Reality, not dismissing his vision was a possible... maybe better put probable reality, stepped in as Ciarán added
-Ciarán-
"And she needs protection."
This sharp assertion hit Laoch hard. But he could do protection - hard.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 11:15:55 GMT -8
And they slept…. It is said that the sleep of reason breeds monsters and in many respects this is true. Others believe that sleep provides a strange halfway place between this, Our World and that of the Otherworld. While the others lie peaceful Morrígu tossed and turned
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Post by Tethys on Jul 28, 2018 12:39:43 GMT -8
Tethys carried the Woman gentle back from where she had traveled and laid her quietly in bed. Lips setting on the small child's head who lie beside the woman Tethys departed
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 12:49:58 GMT -8
An angelic escort and laying down it might well have been but the woman sat up suddenly in a cold sweat breathing hard. She looked frantica suddenly wake. She looked frantically around. Maureen at her side also rose, rubbing eyes. Boland squated but a meter to the left awake
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 12:53:19 GMT -8
Ciarán and Laoch still seated by the door both snapped to attention with the woman's rising. It was Ciarán who asked
-Ciaran-
"What up?"
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 13:00:13 GMT -8
Looking down to Maureen then across to Ciarán and Laoch she spoke -Gráinne Mhaol-
“You may find this hard to believe but I was taken to the Otherworld...."
She struggled with words -Gráinne Mhaol-
"And before An Tiarna himself."
Chin high -Gráinne Mhaol-
"And he named me."
With that she said -Gráinne Mhaol-
“Gráinne Mhaol….”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 13:02:18 GMT -8
Both men spoke in unison
-Ciaran & Laoch-
"Gráinne Mhaol.... the Pirate Queen."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 13:08:07 GMT -8
Scratching eyes Boland added to the boys definition
-Boland-
"Grace O'Malley in common.... Fine name, in any language; he honours you." She looked around them. Her crew. And now a name: Gráinne Mhaol. Reaching back further in the mind "The pirate queen" struck her. Hard. Onward the mind wandered. Wandered.... Wanderer. An lucht siúil.... What lie in store? What?What could her story and that of her small band of misfits mean in a universe caught up in empire building and grandeur? Big history. Her story was no more than small history. But was it not the many small stories that combined to make the greater story. The great debate over which of the two dominated could and indeed would go on endlessly. And that was an intellectual preoccupation; in material terms both more than coexisted; big and small history in many respects shared a symbiotic relationship. Past that high talk she merely wanted to go on.... So... And there voice pulled her from the back of her mind back into the open. |
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 15:28:35 GMT -8
Again Ciaran asked
-Ciaran-
"What now?"
-Ciaran and Laoch sat eyes intense on Gráinne
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 18:11:38 GMT -8
Her heart raced. No. No! Wait! What? Think. Think damn you. What was the answer? And then it came to her. There the voice again beckoned
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 18:13:57 GMT -8
Laoch sat looking at her. Stupid broad was daydreaming. Ciarán again spoke
-Ciarán-
“What now?”
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 18:16:00 GMT -8
So she answered and in the answering his question she did so of her own inner query
-Gráinne Mhaol-
“I do not wish to beat a dead fathier here but again it must be said....”
She sighed deeply
-Gráinne Mhaol-
“The most totalitarian regimes in history have thrived by promoting free exchange.”
Smiling she spoke merrily
-Gráinne Mhaol-
“And by simultaneously crushing anything that opposes them.”
She unconsciously attempted to wink the now gone left eye but caught herself in milliseconds winking instead with the right
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 18:19:39 GMT -8
Even Ciaran was now losing patience. Laoch waving his left hand
-Laoch-
"And.... This brings us where?"
The two waited
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 28, 2018 18:20:56 GMT -8
She spoke coldly
-Gráinne Mhaol-
"Now we move...."
Gráinne stopped, opening her Comm. and muttering into it for some time. Cutting the connection she threw back her hair. The wait was on
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Post by Briget Nommad on Jul 28, 2018 18:28:11 GMT -8
Briget was in seventh heaven. A solid crew and material to toy with and away she plugged at a variety of innovations. The Comm. buzzed once. Twi.... And Briget, always on top of things had it answered before the second buzz finished
-Bridget-
"Right.... Right....
Cutting the Comm. she leapt to her computer system, a wicked little unit that she had constructed over the years and she went to work. She brought names up
Gráinne Mhaol
Harry Boland
Maureen Davout
Ciarán Dubh
Laoch Bán Dubh
Fiach Dubh
And from there she started. This would be done to the smallest detail. And it would take up but a few minutes of her life
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