Machnaimh Dorcha

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-15 13:45:55, as written by Drygionas

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# The Maw, 2010-07-15 13:57:26, as written by Drygionas

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# The Maw, 2010-07-15 14:15:26, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha The woman stood not too far from where the Master had been standing and the slaves had emerged. She had been standing there for almost as long as he had, her cold eyes studying her target in silence. How she had come by him, or even found him would be a mystery that none could solve.

Two medium sized blades hung crossed on her shoulders, well used and well taken care of. She knew what she was doing, being here wasn't a mistake.

She was crouched down on the ground behind them, and plucked a blade of grass from the ground. Intentional. It was the first sound she had made since being here, and it was time to come out of hiding. So she merely waited to be noticed..

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 14:30:14, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha didn't seem too bothered by the man merely falling off the cliff. She sort of expected it. Bounding up almost immediately after she lost sight of him over the cliff, she ran to the edge herself, staring down and watching in silence. Her cold eyes bore down on the man, and from within her clothes she pulled a blade- A small one made for throwing. With expert precision, she tossed it after him, in attempts even just nick him.

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 14:43:10, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha chuckled softly. "So it is you." She called loud enough for the man to hear her from where she stood. "Was wondering when I'd find you. You are a tricky one at that." She then jumped from the cliff with a diver's grace, but one second in the air, the next on the ground a few feet away where the knife had struck the trunk. She merely plucked it, then it disappeared into a shadowy flame.

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 14:54:39, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha turns her eyes towards him. "I want what is rightfully mine." She stated simply. "You stole it from my father, and now I want it." Gently she crossed her arms across her chest, watching as the blood merely re-entered Cenoic's system.

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 15:08:03, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha leaned against the stump. "The Fallen, the former. I want my powers that were rightfully mine. I was the oldest." She stated. "You stole them from him. I want whats mine."

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 15:15:17, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha smirks. "Nah, but your's would do." She seemingly disappeared, reappearing seconds later with blades drawn. The sapphire blue metal hummed deathly in the air as she swung them towards his shoulders in attempt to pin the man to the rocks by his shoulders.

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 15:28:41, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha smirks, pushing the blades further in. "I have all the time in the world.. To make this as painful or as painless as I want.." She whispers. Shadows begin to form as if within the blade itself, slowly making their way to Cenoic's body. She seemed unconcerned about the flames that were spreading around them, nor of his minions setting the place to blaze. "The question is.. How well will your wife take her new position.. Since she was a traitor to my father after all.."

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 15:37:42, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha didn't move, nor did she flinch as he grabbed her wrist tightly. She merely glared back into the man's eyes. "He wasn't much of a father.. But he was the only one I had.. and the only thing I had left to look forward to. Its taken me this long to find you after that day.. I saw you kill him.. I swore you wouldn't get away with it. The shadows stopped flowing from the blades, and the metal returned to normal. The blade in her right hand began to turn ever so slightly, twisting into his flesh in attempts to get it to face outward from his body.

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 15:54:44, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha doesn't flinch as the the burning sensation heated up her skin, burning her flesh into the ancient tongue. Writing was just that. Without others to understandit, it meant nothing, and so it meant nothing to her. "Now what?" She hissed before forcing her blade to the side further, as if going to drag it out and carve the blade out of his shoulder. She would not notice the onlooker..

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 16:03:44, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha watched as he turned to a puddle. "I have more than what it takes.. You just don't realise it yet.." She mumbles before backing away from him, rubbing the mark once, twice, her hands glowing black as she tried to destroy the mark with her own magic, sheathing her swords.

# The Maw, 2010-07-15 16:25:11, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha shrugs. "You underestimate me, as my father underestimated you. History repeats itself, you know.. Sometimes sooner rather than later..." She shrugs slightly. "You'll see what I mean." she then disappeared -sorry g2g-

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-22 00:30:56, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha continues to watch the flames in front of her, but remained silent. She merely listened to the babble of the bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-22 00:41:07, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha slowly gets up from the chair and starts for the door just as silent as she came. However, something caught her ear as she moved through, and decided to stay for a bit longer. She took refuge at the bar, ordering a glass of water, waiting.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-22 00:50:51, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha sighs softly. "Business is slow as usual, I see.." She mumbles to herself, taking a swallow of the drink the bartender had brought her.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-26 16:02:38, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha The woman had come in while there was a distraction happening within the bar. Yes indeed, the chicken man was strange and exploding into candy was even stranger.. However it was exactly what she needed to come in unnoticed. She brushed an ebony strand of her hair from face as she sat down at the bar counter. She straightened her almost too short skirt and sleeveless shirt, her teal hues searching for a bartender.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-26 16:09:12, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha frowned as there seemed to be no one on bartender duty. Which completely disappointed her, as she had come for a drink. Why was it so hard to find good service anywhere these days?

Sighing, she stood up and moved away from the counter and walked towards the unlit hearth in the back of the building.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-07-26 16:38:11, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha flinched, hearing.. No, feeling the child that had just appeared in the middle of the room. Her cold hues slowly turned to face the child. Could it be? That simple? Slowly she stood up and walked over to the crying child, putting on a 'sweet' smile for him. "Hello there little one.. Where's your parents? It seems odd that such a small child would be alone.." She asked, looking around to make sure Cenoic nor Kenna was around. She seemed to be in luck. So far.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-12 13:51:56, as written by Drygionas

Machnaimh Dorcha things can happen in the multiverse. An old gypsy woman pulling in a cart into the bar grunts as the wheels get stuck on the ramp of the door. "S-stupid.. Thing.." She grunts. Finally she gets it over the edge, falling over backwards as the cart almost runs over her. "Gah!" She yelled, stumbling to catch her balance. Grumbling, she pulled her cart to the middle of the bar. Yes. The middle. Snapping her fingers, it opened up to be a full display, like a lemonade stand except a crystal ball appeared in the middle of it and the sign said "Fortune Telling" instead.

Crawling up on the stool that she made appear, she grunted as she fixed her old dusty skirts and top before looking to the crowd. "Five dollars!" She yelled.

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