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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 6, 2021 21:03:12 GMT -8
The OldDead man looked out at the Mighty Universe. One that trembled where he walked at a time. A thought sudden ripped through his mind and right hand reached out. And there it was. A 303 British. Shouldering the but he pumped off seven shots fast. Angels and The Dead hit the dirt but we're standing fast wearily looking at Big Ugly. The Angel sat jaws agape watching. Breaking from the trance she gently removed the weapon from him, passing it to another Celstial being. -The Angel- "Maybe we shouldn't play with that...." An Tiarna looked at her and spoke -An Tiarna- 'Not like I risk killing somebody here.' At that he bellowed a laugh and yawned. The involuntary reaction had him puzzled as he wrestled with the concept of being tired whilst dead
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Post by Michael Collins on Jul 7, 2021 1:49:50 GMT -8
isCollins did not sleep. Many would wonder if Collins did that while he still had breathe in his lungs. By impulse his right hand slid down his rugged face then he glanced at The Old Dead man. And he muttered with an edge of confusion in his voice -Collins- "Still there...." But he knew that An Tiarna had put a cap in his ass. Well back of his head to be more precise. And he had no face. The whole sorted business was quite consuming as one might imagine
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 7, 2021 2:29:48 GMT -8
The Old Dead man watched the Universe wide. Manaan. Well he knew what was coming if he set foot in Manaan again. But at the moment he was fixed on a particular tale unwinding in the Universe devine. It would seem that some cruel bully had made hostage of this cute lass with an identity crisis and her kid, who seemed to be wrapped up in one of those tin foil getups that had become a bit of a fad. The Old Dead man watched intensely right hand raising as he spoke -An Tiarna- 'Collins! Get over yourself! We have business to attend to!' And he returned to watching left hand stroking his beard
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 7, 2021 8:14:34 GMT -8
And there beside the girl sat a bird of prey with dirty white plumage speckled black covering body, beak and talons deep grey and glaring fiery red eyes. The Owl, Cailleach Oidhche in the tongue An Tiarna apoke. Meaning Woman of the Night, the bird wielded immense power that was most unnatural indeed. But to the girl child, then Woman and now dead, the bird was a welcome companion. Defender. So there the pair silently sat. At some point The Owl took flight and Morrigan's eyes followed as it disappeared into skies that surrounded them. Would it come back or was it gone forever she wondered. Just as she began to try and accept the latter, The Owl at last returned settling on her Right shoulder. Morrigan was not disturbed by The Owl in the least and the pair sat peacefully
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Jul 7, 2021 10:24:21 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 7, 2021 10:24:21 GMT -8
From the same spot the rock had appeared a short while ago, another bright flash of brilliant white light sparked into existence, spewing forth something from the Valley of the Dead. Well, not so much some thing as some one. Greer Kahn dropped to the ground, landing on both feet.
In life the gamorrean warlord had been green of skin, white of tusk, black of eye, and a veritable well of vitality. In death he was somewhat...less. Here his skin was grey, void of vibrant colour, ashen as the plains of the Valley. His tusks were yellowed, worn by the ravages of eternity, his gums bleeding in places. Gone were the black pupils, replaced by intense glowing orbs that seemed to radiate green light as though possessed by witch fire. Gone was his vitality, his face weathered with wrinkles and the chest wound that had ended him was still exposed, cursed never to heal.
Peppered by death and the ravages of the Valley though he was, the old boar still dressed the part of a warlord. He had on his finest fur britches and weather-worn sandals. A hide jerkin covered his upper torso, open at the front to reveal the gaping wound that ran from the front of his chest, through his heart, and out his back. On his head he wore nothing, but his mouth was accessorized by the mummified finger he was still smoking.
"Oye." Snorted Greer. "So this is where all the grog is being kept."
The heavy scent of liquor in Harmony assailed his dry snout. It should be noted also that while in life Greer Kahn had only been able to communicate in his primitive Gamorrese dialect, in death his words were as clear as galactic basic to all. Convenient ;-) He looked around, noting the old dead man, the man uncertain about his face, and the dead women with the owl.
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Jul 7, 2021 19:54:23 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 7, 2021 19:54:23 GMT -8
The Old Dead man sized up the new fella. They ha been observing him in The Valley. The place had captured his own attention too but a child-Angel had taken him by the hand guiding his confused soul to the Main section of the Afterlife. He of course passed that weird Dark side hugfest. The Mando eternal warrior's banquet had some appeal but truthfully he could not understand how any with a choice would pass on The Lightside area. T'was truly Paradise and for the most part the basket weavers were quite welcoming. Right hand open he gestured to table front of him. Bottles of uisce beatha and glasses sat a top and a seat materialized just in front of this.... Thing. The Angel, who now sat at his side, had sad his name.... Bacon? No. Snapping right fingers. Yes! Ben Gay! Wait. Rather than being his regular insensitive self and trip all over the place he first offered introductions -An Tiarna- 'Dia dhuit a chara... hello friend in Standard. The fellaw beside me is Mick. Shot his face off few years back. Terrible mess; still have stains on the floor. & here he is....' Right fist with thumb extended swinging back -An Tiarna- 'The girl... maybe 10 yards back - the one playing with the bird. My granddaughter.' Shaking head -An Tiarna-'Unfortunate. Got capped by a sharp shooter on Juvex.' Right meathook smacking his forehead -An Tiarna- 'Oh ya.... The winged chick sitting beside me is The Angel tasked to dealing with my sorry behind.' Barking a laugh -An Tiarna- 'Have a seat and take a drink a chara.' With an upward nod he fast added -An Tiarna- 'Just don't block my view; lot of interesting shite on in the Uni.' And right now he had zeroed in on a certain party of interest but left that unspoken
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 8, 2021 4:04:23 GMT -8
The pair sat near motionless and quiet for a time. The woman had noticed the Gamorrean speaking to The Old man and muttered -Morrigan- "Oh this exchange should be priceless...." She near pitied the poor unsuspecting soul for the verbal diarrhea he was undoubtedly being subjected to. Indeed, immortality apparently had not improved An Tiarna's mental state one iota. So much for that hope she thought. Her friend The Owl stood on her shoulder a rock of stone. Then right hand smacking forehead the woman abruptly declared -Morrigan- "My cat!" It wasn't what you brought with you but what you left behind, so the adage told. The painful part of that reality, completely overlooked in the saying, struck her bitterly. She was dead
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 8, 2021 4:43:17 GMT -8
The Old Dead man now listening to the man in front of him and his eyes on another far away from out of nowhere bellowed -An Tiarna- ' Morrigan!!! Snap out of it!' Hands extended out palms up -An Tiarna- 'You're depressing the dead!' And at that he retired his attention to the pig-person at his table and the character of particular interest so far away. He'd cut that distance soon enough An Tiarna silently vowed to himself
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Jul 8, 2021 10:21:50 GMT -8
Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 8, 2021 10:21:50 GMT -8
The rules of this new dimension were still unclear to Greer Kahn, but it was highly likely it operated in the same fashion as the place he had just come from, only the vibe was a little nicer. Plus, free booze. Or was it free? The old dead man had motioned for the gamorrean to join the table, but was there a price attached or was this just what the dead did in the afterlife? Did that even matter? If there was booze, he was going to drink it.
"Alright." He snorted. "Don't mind if I do."
Puffing way at the mummified finger he was using as a cigar, the old boar took a seat at the table, making sure to not block An Tiarna Dubh's view. If there was a hierarchy here in this pleasant dimension, it seemed like this older gent that had made the first introduction was the man in charge. Even so... Greer bowed his head ever so slightly, nodding first towards his host, ATD, then once more at the angel, at Mick, and finally at the grand daughter and her bird.
An unusual collection of souls to be certain; but hey, who was he to judge?
"My name..." He started, then paused before continuing. "...well, I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. But if you need to call me something, you're welcome to call me Pig. It's what I am, and frankly, it's who I am." He poured himself a drink then downed it just as quickly before pouring himself another, smacking his dry lips together. "You'll understand soon enough."
As he puffed away at the smoking finger, a thought occurred to him. He reached a few fat digits into the pocket of his hide jerkin and withdrew the rest of the desiccated hand he had found in the Valley. One finger was missing, the one he had already broken off to smoke himself. He proceeded to crack off the remaining four fingers, then offered them around the table.
"Cigar?"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 8, 2021 16:53:31 GMT -8
The Old Dead man listened. And he watched. But now his eyes focused on the individual talking not some distant desire. And he accepted the offering, gently snatching two cigars from the Pig. Tossing one to Collins then lighting his own with a nod he spoke -An Tiarna- 'Go raibh maith agat a chara.' Leaning forward slight and gesturing with hand he translated - An Tiarna- 'That's "thank you friend" in my tongue. We fall into it quite sporadically, most often without even knowing it.' He had much to say yet was reserved The shocked look that abruptly materialized on The Old Dead man's face was almost comical. Well that's a half faced lie; the stunned expression was hilarious. Swinging to the right he spoke 'Please forgive the ignorance my little Celestial friend.' & at that he shoved his cigar between The Angel's lips. Politely she took a drag, followed by a fit of gagging and hacking. Barking a deep belly laugh he inquired -An Tiarna- 'Bit rough on those Heavenly lungs eh? Give it here!' But with head shaking she held the cigar close responding -The Angel- "Nooo; mine now." It really did taste terrible but now she wanted more. And indeed she took a few long hauls. Her Superiors would be none too impressed with any of this. Shrugging she took another long slow pull. Still tasted terrible yet.... Yet she somehow found it enjoyable. A sly grin grew on her face; she was truly gaining a sound understanding of all of those unfortunate Souls who came Here after transpiring from disorders related to smoking. So there she sat putting her cigar, a picture reminiscent of the sleeve of the Black Sabbath album Heaven and Hell An Tiarna himself simply lit a cigarette and contemplated the folly of sending anyone with the hopes of influencing him. & his mind began working so quickly the whole of Harmony seemed to spiral. Or was it him spinning? He Wondered too how noticeable these internal whirlwinds that overtook him were to those around him. Of course nothing telling of what he was experiencing was observable outside of the universe within. A thought sprung out: he hated sand. It was course, rough and irritating and got everywhere. What a random rather lame thought..... We he struggled inwardly attempting to rationalize that tripe his image vanished
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 9, 2021 20:14:27 GMT -8
Morrigan sat still on the bench but the feeling of being far from this place and in another, one which she called home filled her soul. Had she? Manaan. Seemed impossible. Looking to her Right she noticed that The Owl no longer rested on her shoulder. Eyes thinning she wondered where had her mind been to miss his departure. Then looking out she was him flying high. Closer and closer the bird came until at long last he settled again on her shoulder. Shrugging she returned to her lonely thought
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 9, 2021 20:29:12 GMT -8
And like the snap of fingers there was The Old Dead man in his seat, as he was when he disappeared -An Tiarna- 'Well that was an interesting, i t wholly uneventful, little excursion. Pardon my absence.' Turing to Collins he asked -An Tiarna- 'Miss anything?' Lighting a cigarette he sat back in his chair. The Angel sitting beside him asked flatly -The Angel- "And did our former brutal tyrant not enjoy his wee trip among the Living?" The Old Dead man's eyes widened and he laughed - An Tiarna- 'Do you have a dirt fetish?' Not stopping for a reply he rolled on -An Tiarna- 'Nor do I myself.' Then adding fast -An Tiarna- 'T'was an education I'll give you that.' And he lit a cancer stick, inhaling deep. His Celestial companion pressed more on The subject -The Angel- "And where did you go?" Eyes thinning he answered -An Tiarna- 'That dirt planet.... Those people who dress like mummies live there.' Nodding she corrected his ignorance -The Angel- "That would be Tatoonie. And those are Tusken Raiders not mummies." Waving off her words the horrible man spoke -An Tiarna- 'I know full well what they are and where I was - something wrong with my description?' And on and on back and forth the dialogue went
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 11, 2021 7:06:45 GMT -8
Greer Kahn didn't know much about dirt planets or tusken raiders, for in life he had never left the forest planet of Pzob, living a hunter gatherer lifestyle with the rest of his clan. However, from what he could gather from the old dead man's words and the whole universe spread out before them, it was possible to look in on the lives of the living. That meant perhaps he could see his son.
Another puff on the cigar and another gulp of his drink... Far better than the fermented sows milk he was used to. ...and Greer Kahn was peering out beyond the edge of the table, squinting as he tried to look into the living universe and spot his boy.
There was only one problem. The last time he had seen Bey Kahn his son had been a child. Now he had to be a full grown boar of advanced years. Which meant...
"I have no idea what he looks like." He muttered to himself and squinted harder. He started working his way through every old gamorrean male he could see. "Maybe that one. No, that one. Or could he be that one?"
This was going to require a lot more drinking.
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Jul 11, 2021 20:29:58 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 11, 2021 20:29:58 GMT -8
A slight more settled, well as settled as one can get, considering that he was now deceased, The Old Dead man watched his friend. An urge struck him. Turning he opened his hate to howl but his celestial companion beat him to the punch -The Angel- "I believe that he'd like a BLT. And like that, there it was. Smiling politely he dug in without a word. With that snack quickly inhaled he sat watching. His new friend talking puzzled The Old Dead man, so he asked in his characteristically hung fashion -An Tiarna- 'Might I ask wtf you are talking about... & to whom you're directing this?'
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 13, 2021 10:45:24 GMT -8
Greer Kahn looked up from his pondering, blinking the confusion from his eyes before replying.
"What? Oh, right. My boy, Bey Kahn, I'm looking for him. I haven't seen me wee pig son since he was just a little lad. He ought to be..." Hmmm. "...older than I was when I died, probably about the same height and build as I."
Well, maybe not the same build. Where Greer Kahn had been forged through tribal conflict between primitive rival clans, Bey Kahn's adult years had largely been spent at one cantina or another. Don't get me wrong, Bey was a blacksmith and certainly strong of arm, but he was a great deal wider around the midriff than his father, if you catch my meaning. Not that Greer knew that.
Rising from his seat, the old boar banged a meaty fist on the Universe, hoping to shake some of its secrets loose. He sat back down after a moment, not any wiser for all the commotion he was creating.
"I don't know why but my gut tells me he ain't dead. Otherwise I probably would have found him already back in the Valley." He motioned in the direction he had arrived from, though any sign of the portal he had passed through was now gone. He then turned back to ATD. "How do you get this here Universe to show you what you're looking for? And that guy." He pointed a fat finger at the Angel. "Can he make more of whatever that is your eating? It smells pretty good. Vaguely familiar." He said, scratching his chin.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 13, 2021 20:10:59 GMT -8
The Old Dead man listened close. The Angel too. Big Ugly himself answered -An Tiarna- 'Pretty much just have to ask and you get served.' Then gesturing to the Angel -An Tiarna- '& her? The Lady here has been tasked trying to deal with my dumb ass; that is a task I wouldn't wish on any.' Cutting to the point -An Tiarna- 'You ask & they tend to accommodate. Or just think of something & they'll oblige.' Right hand scratching his forehead -An Tiarna- 'Tis a very big space this place a chara.... Was he light of aDark?'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 14, 2021 20:49:06 GMT -8
Abruptly riding to feet The Old Dead man dropped the Uzi that had just materialized in hands and unleashed 30 rounds out on the the air in front of them -An Tiarna- 'Bloody shit hawks....' Then took his seat again. His Celestial companion commented -The Angel- 👼 "About a 9 on the tension scale. Feeling a bit tense?" Brows rising she added - The Angel-👼 "Maybe it's dietary.... Should we cut back on your cholesterol intake?" She'd have suggested alcohol but somehow believed this would not calm the poor soul in the least
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 15, 2021 10:29:53 GMT -8
Was Bey light or dark? "More of a forest green, really." Replied Greer, not understanding the question.In the forests of Pzob, there were no Jedi or Sith to speak of. Well, there were those NOE chaps that tended to hang around there from time to time, but they hadn't been around lately. Either way, the concept of light and dark was somewhat lost on the gamorrean. It seemed the sort of quandary better debated by the clan shamans.Greer looked at the angel, eyeing the being up and down. So if he thought hard enough, one of these celestial beings would simply grant his wish? Seemed reasonable. After all, there had to be some benefit to being dead. Except, this angel was all wrong. Perhaps he needed his own. Picturing what a celestial being would look like in his own head, Greer Kahn willed into existence a creature of his own. From out of the infinite nothingness of Harmony spewed forth an angel as the gamorrean saw such things. Instead of a winged humanoid, there was a winged pig.Greer's dry snout widened, revealing a row of tusks as he smiled from ear to ear."Now that's more like it. Angel Pig, bring me grog, and lots of it!"He snapped his fingers and the flying pig was off, soon to return with the old boar's booze. Then he returned his attention to his host, who was firing off an uzi into the sky. Who was this guy? He had to know, so he inquired further."So what's your story?" He said to ATD. "How did you get here? You don't strike me as the sort that's easy to kill."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 15, 2021 19:37:22 GMT -8
The Old Dead man barked a laugh at the response to his question by his new Swine friend. And he would forgo some pompous description of Light and Dark. In truth the whole subject confused him. Either side seemed no more narrow minded then the other in his view of things. Grey? That concept only lost him more. & he'd lived by that view. Just tended to more often than not, yet far from exclusively, see more eye to eye with those who considered themselves Dark. After controlling his laughter he did answer -An Tiarna- 'I like that answer.' To the question of his being... well dead he responded slow looking his new friend in the eye -An Tiarna- 'Somebody took me out in a dream they'd be advised to apologize upon waking....' & he continued -An Tiarna- 'That macho nonsense, as much statement of fact it might well be, t'was playin with a grenade one day and BOOM! Here I be.' & at that he poured another drink of fire water. He then filled another in front of where The Pig sat
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jul 15, 2021 20:53:44 GMT -8
Not so far away from An Tiarna, et al to escape the eye yet not close enough for the lot to hear sat Morrigan and The Owl. The woman's mind at present was quite busy with visions of a great forest. Just like the one that opened up before her. The scene originating from a mere thought in her mind unfolded in front of the pair. Eyes wide she observed the metamorphosis from thin air into a virtual jungle. Better than anything I was imagining she thought. A path from deep within came to an end at her feet. Gaze running down the winding tale she stopped at toes then looking up to the jungle haven. Without a word she stood and ran headlong down the trail and disappeared. Of course it goes without saying that The Owl on her shoulder went where she went
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