Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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May 29, 2018 20:46:14 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 29, 2018 20:46:14 GMT -8
Morrígu broke the silence
“If, and I say this with strong reservations, if we were to go back to the Land of the Living…."
She allowed the very notion to lie in the air a torturous second
“If we wish to do this we would need to be exceptionally shrewd.”
Licking her upper lip she gazed into the distance at nothing and no one
“To begin with it would take some most exceptional circumstances.”
With a deep breath
“We will need to communicate with the Living.”
She assumed an almost trance like state as she detailed the requirements
“Both Boland and myself have Life crystals….”
Brows dropping as she concentrated
“The Raven can come and go as he wishes. But….”
Looking at Maureen she caught her eyes
“We would need to find a way to bring you over from….”
Hands open sweeping to the Sinister side
“From this the Otherworld….”
Then swinging back to the Dexter
“Back into that of the Land if the Living.”
Done she lit a cigarette and sat solemnly looking on
Boland listened closely as Morrígu spoke. Contemplating her address for he lit a cigarette, took a stiff pull straight from the bottle in front of him and responded
-Boland-
“Very tempting. Very tempting indeed.”
His jaw opened to continue but Maureen burst out
-Maureen-
“We can do that!?!”
Morrígu answered
-Morrígu-
“It’s doable.”
Maureen struggling for words spoke again in a slow, broken manner
-Maureen-
“I… I don’t know if going back to my fami….”
Morrígu cut her off
Morrígu-
“You’ll come where I go sweetie.”
Satisfied with the answer Maureen went back to the mountain of books she had scoffed from the library. The Raven said nothing immediately. Boland and Morrígu fell into self-deliberation about the verbal exchange that had just transpired. The Raven spoke out
-Fiach Dubh-
"Would it be too much to ask for you people to quit flip flopping about all this nonsense and just enjoy being dead?"
The Raven's tone broke to one of begging
-Fiach Dubh-
"I mean who of you can honestly say that it is not painfully transparent why nobody is doing cartwheels to bring you back to life?"
Hand shooting to the air, as if she were in school Maureen looking at The Raven
-Maureen-
"Excuse me Mr Death, but coul...."
The Raven cut her off abruptly
"Stop! Let's rest the mouths for a stretch... hopefully a long stretch."
Maureen's attention went back to her stockpile of books
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May 30, 2018 11:34:38 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 30, 2018 11:34:38 GMT -8
The seemingly fortuitously assembled tribe of the damned sat quietly. It was deafening. Boland finally broke the silence
-Boland-
“Maureen, toss that chair at me. The one behind you to the left.”
The little girl said nothing but the chair seemed to ripple, as if shifting between solid and gaseous form. However, it did not move an inch. Boland bellowed at Maureen
-Boland-
“Stop trying to throw it and just throw it!”
The girl’s brows dropped and the chair lifted off the ground and was sailed at Boland. Waiting until the last moment Boland ducked to the right, hand redirecting the chair flying towards his head.
-Boland-
“Good girl!!!” Maureen offered a wide pearly white smile. This might well be the Great Hereafter but that had no bearing on what the girl had just accomplished. With ease. Morrígu watched intently
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May 30, 2018 16:11:09 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 30, 2018 16:11:09 GMT -8
Eatching Maureen, Boland's eyes narrowed, head cocking slightly to the left he took a long haul off his cigarette
-Boland-
“Shouldn’t you be reading Dr. Seuss?”
Quickly he corrected himself
-Boland-
“Shouldn’t I be reading you Dr. Seuss?”
Maureen mumbled a response, engrossed in reading
-Maureen-
“I like stories like that… but they bore me.”
She continued
-Maureen-
“Mommy said ‘She’s a freak.” I heard that – it confused her to pieces.”
Her brows creased
-Maureen-
“I never saw any part of her fall off – but that’s what she thought.”
Maureen went silent a while and Boland barked a laugh at the comment but did not pursue the subject. He smoked another cigarette
-Maureen-
“Smoking will kill you - do you know that?”
Boland laughed continuing his casual examination
-Boland-
“So you did this on your own? Reading.”
The girl spoke
“Daddy talked to me – like you do. And he gave me books. And I read them.”
Boland was struck like a bee hitting an oncoming X-Wing Fighter head on. This was how he would approach training her. Easy
-Boland-
“What are you looking at now?”
The girl closed the book in her hands reading the title, struggling with the last word
-Maureen-
"A practical guide to… medit…a… ting.”
Boland thought~I’d have trouble with that word~A smile grew on his face -Boland-
“Damn!”
Maureen’s attention turned to him
-Muareen-
“What?”
The words feel from Boland’s mouth -Boland-
“That book. I want you to make it your best friend – understand?”
The girl answered
-Maureen-
“Ok.”
Boland rolled on speaking, scarcely aware that she had answered
“All those things that you can do – move things and the like. You use what you read there to control that – understand? Maureen again offered a single word response
-Maureen-
“Yes.” To that Boland nodded
-Boland-
“Good. And any problem that you have. Anything you come and ask me straight away. Or Morrígu.”
Maureen, book set down, was now giving him undivided attention
“You’re going to use that to train me?”
He confirmed her guery
-Boland-
“Yes sir.”
To that Maureen pointed out the obvious
“I’m not a boy.|”
Boland bellowed a laugh
“Go back to reading and mind what I say.”
The girl picked up the book and tore into it as Boland lit another cancer stick. Morrígu watched the conversation silently. The man was good with children. And Maureen was a prodigy. And Boland's idea was as brilliant as it was unorthodox. This was getting more interesting, and bizarre by the minute. And she noticed that they were picking up some attention. Spirits observing. The Raven too sat on her shoulder overseeing what was transpiring
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May 30, 2018 17:31:58 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 30, 2018 17:31:58 GMT -8
Boland pondered this place where that they now called home. This was not Socrates innovative perception of the Afterlife but it was close. Indeed in a certain context it was very similar. For lack of better words it was an augmented form of that denoted by Socratic thought. And in comparison to the other dreary alternative Socrates offered Boland was quite comfortable with this Domain, if not the fact that he was done like dinner dead
Morrígu’s sat passively observing. She too was trying to put this Journey into context. Death was providing some most supernatural twists and turns to say the least. At this moment the little girl now had her mind captured lock and barrel. The milieu here provided par excellence training grounds.~Was this coincidental? No~That she could reassure herself of; all things had an intended reason. Even her death had some meaning. She found what she was searching for but slipped it back deep into the trunk and closed the lid and locked the box. She muttered
-Morrígu-
<<Not yet….>>
With that she walked back sitting down and addressed Maureen
“We’ll begin some other training too love.”
Maureen responded nonchalantly
-Maureen-
“I'd like that….”
The Raven sat perched on the young woman’s shoulders. As she rifled through the trunk he watched. A lightsaber. He could just imagine that kid playing with that thing…. As he was about to speak Morrígu hid the weapon away again, so he said not a word
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May 30, 2018 20:55:42 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 30, 2018 20:55:42 GMT -8
Boland rooted firmly to his seat spoke up
“In order to defeat this we need act as if Death did not exist. Bring life to the Resting Place of the Dead as it were.”
Morrígu smiling nodded at the suggestion
-Morrígu-
"We triumph over Death by treating it as if we were alive... I like that."
The Raven, quite conversely, looked at Boland blankly thinking.~If I could incinerate this fool he’d be fried at this very moment. Not some pleasant, fast roasting like with Force Lightning. No. I’d have him tied down and a tire filed with petroleum and diesel fuel tossed around his neck then set alightTurning to Morrígu he spoke
-Fiach Dubh-
“How is it that you tolerate this creampuff?”
Morrígu did not respond but Maureen inquired
-Maureen-
“What’s incinerate mean?”
Morrígu answered
-Morrígu-
“Burn. Why do you ask love?”
Morrígu glanced at The Raven knowing full well the source of the word. Maureen muttered
-Maureen-
“I don’t know….”
The Raven suddenly lifted off from Morrígu's shoulder and took flight gradually disappearing from sight
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May 31, 2018 0:27:11 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 31, 2018 0:27:11 GMT -8
The Raven full of news to speak settled back on Morrígu's shoulder and sat wordlessly. Something may be about to occur but he stayed silent. And no matter, for their was much to do here....
The Raven watched all that was transpiring around him. Death was his best friend, or vice verse depending on how one wished to view it all. That said the Souls whom he was dealing with at this very moment struck a cord. The man was young and had much to look forwrd too, or did..... The young woman? All she ever had, or ever could... would have was no more. The child was a terrible tragedy - that simple. And his hard immovable heart went out to them
The Raven at long last spoke abruptly - almost into the girls ear
-Fiach Dubh-
"Have you ever done any investigation of your genealogy?"
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 1, 2018 1:40:05 GMT -8
Awakened by The Raven's question the woman responded with an wicked smile
-Morrígu-
"That's a tale that needs telling...."
Smile growing only wider
-Morrígu-
"And telling is what I'll do."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 1, 2018 3:27:05 GMT -8
The question hung in the air for some time as Morrígu eyed The Raven curiously. Looking down then back up she spoke
-Morrígu-
"The surname is Blæc, which in Common works out as Black...."
Face tightened as she thought
-Morrígu-
"But some... some strangely use Dove....."
The Raven's eyes seemed to sparkle. She spoke asking
-Morrígu-
"Why do you ask?"
-Fiach Dubh-
"Put it this way: if they had an Inter-Galactic Comm. Directory your family name would take up a fair number of pages… in several languages."
The Raven stopped a long second before adding
-Fiach Dubh-
"And it is part of my own name."
Missing the connection she declared
-Morrígu-
“What fractures me is why the name puts so many people off….”
The Raven’s head nodded
-Fiach Dubh-
“You’ll find that common….”
A hidden truth had been pulled from the Black depths. Boland and Maureen watching the exchanged both shrugged shoulders and shared puzzled looks then went back to observing the two
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Jun 1, 2018 22:38:48 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 1, 2018 22:38:48 GMT -8
After an agonizing attempt at communication with the Living Morrígu sat back watching Boland play with Maureen. The Raven sat on her shoulder, it too watching. He heard the cry she hailed from here the Otherworld out to that of the Living
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Jun 3, 2018 20:28:09 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 3, 2018 20:28:09 GMT -8
Sitting in this place of eternal bliss, peace, love and granola Morrígu wished to violently bash her head off the table. There was nothing harmonious in all this no matter what way it was sliced. She snatched up a glass of wine, a commodity that blessedly came in endless supply here in the Afterlife and took a long drink. Boland played with Maureen. What a good father he would make crossed MorríguMorrígu's mind. Bittersweet knowledge that. The Raven on her shoulder was silent.
She thought.~To die, to sleep—to sleep, maybe to dream.. if only it were that easy.~The woman suddenly burst out
-Morrígu-
"You know this really puts a 25 year/Life sentence into perspective....."
Maureen looked at her blankly, Boland laughed and The Raven responded
Fiach Dubh
"Idiot...."
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Jun 7, 2018 19:22:24 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 7, 2018 19:22:24 GMT -8
Morrígu spoke gentle but clearly
-Morrígu-
"We live or lay here it really doesn't matter; the real question is this: do we lie here in the Otherworld lifelessly acting as if we were alive or attempt to re-enter the Land of the Living?"
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Jun 14, 2018 0:56:05 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 14, 2018 0:56:05 GMT -8
Boland had absorbed Morrígu's censure and chewed on it for days. Or was it months? Or even years. Time meant nothing here. He too wanted to feel again. At that he looked at the Woman. Grabbing Maureen by hand he walked towards the woman
The Raven was set to respond but saw the man and that little girl walking towards them. He would wait until all were present before speaking
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Jun 16, 2018 17:57:09 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 16, 2018 17:57:09 GMT -8
Morrígu thought about The Afterlife. Still rang in the same no matter how one sliced it; this was the end of life. She daydreamed - was it day? Who cares? It was a breathing world not some dressed up make-believe
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Jun 20, 2018 22:27:05 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 20, 2018 22:27:05 GMT -8
A sudden scream of vengeance rose up deafeningly ripping across the Great Hereafter. Morrígu's hands flew up to cover her ears. The Raven took to flight and seemed to be searching. Boland walked with Maureen. She jumped into his arms at the roar. Then all fell silent again
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Jun 22, 2018 13:01:45 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 13:01:45 GMT -8
Shot out again he landed on feet. This… this was far more pleasing to the eye, Window of the Soul, so there he sat in some Peace.... The old man landed in Harmony looking around him muttered -An Tiarna- "Now this is more like it...." He sat drinking from a bottle & lit a cigarette
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Jun 22, 2018 18:43:47 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 18:43:47 GMT -8
Maureen wandered over and stood before An Tiarna, staring at the monster. Morrígu transparently edgy threw glances their way quite sporadically. Boland stood in the distant field oblivious that anything was happening. Morrígu closed her eyes in await of the response
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Jun 22, 2018 18:46:00 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 18:46:00 GMT -8
Stare practically cutting the child in two the Old man bellowed
-An Tiarna-
"What are you looking at?"
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Jun 22, 2018 19:23:44 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 19:23:44 GMT -8
Muareen scowled at the question. She stared at the muscle-bound Monster man with numerous tattoos, rivaled perhaps only by scars, hardened face and firey glare and innocently responding -Maureen- "Aren't you used to people staring at you?" She was not in the least intimidated but Morrígu's head turned towards them forcefully opening her mouth to let out a yell
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Jun 22, 2018 19:31:56 GMT -8
Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 19:31:56 GMT -8
The Old man bellowed at the girl's response to his sharp query. Right hand slapping knee at long last he managed to contain himself
-An Tiarna-
"Well I suppose if one asks a question they shouldn't get all bent outta shape because they don't like the answer."
Snatching a grenade off chest he pulled the pin and casually handed it to Maureen. Scratching his beard spoke matter of factually
-An Tiarna-
"See if you van hit that fella standing in the field."
Hand waving her on encouragingly
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Jun 22, 2018 19:45:31 GMT -8
Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 19:45:31 GMT -8
Maureen turned, hurling the grenade at Boland. Her toss for a child her age was quite admirable and landed less than a meter from Boland's feet. The explosion was terrific and Boland screamed, hitting the ground like a bag of wet cement. Mouth wide open Morrígu's eyes shot to what was left of Boland under the dying flames then her undivided attention and fury fell on the pair. She howled -Morrígu- "Are you insane!?! Maureen - get over here!" The child turned to Morrígu then back to An Tiarna
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