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Earth - Somewhere

Posted May 25, 2021, 11:57 p.m. by Civilian Seamus McKenzie (Future Citizen) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Civilian Ragna Idun Edman (Future Citizen) in Earth - Somewhere

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“Please, Miss Ragna, have seat and make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink? I have water, milk, and whiskey. And I was about to prepare dinner, and there will more than enough if you find yourself hungry.” Seamus was being polite and hospitable, as tradition dictated, but there was… something… else.

Seamus McKenzie, Trying To Not Screw Up Again

Ragna was totally comfortable in the space and it showed. The lack of technology, the ‘primitive’ nature of the ‘luxuries’ didn’t phase her. It was like being at home. The house was just smaller, well smaller than her parents home. But her father was the Chief and that meant he needed a bit more room. Obviously comfortable with the blade at her back, because she sat without it getting in her way. She really could use a hard drink at the moment, but her Da would flay her alive if she got drunk. “Water please,” unlike others who night only ask if it was “no trouble” after seeing the pump, Ragna did not. She glanced out the window taking note of the position of the sun....8 miles was a long way to walk without a meal, and he was being polite and Revna would take her task for being unnecessarily offensive. “Thank you, I accept. But not to be rude, I just really want to get this package taken care of.” There was honesty, urgency, and a corresponding something else to her voice.
Ragna Edman, I need to play nice…for a bit

Seamus pumped water into a wooden mug with hand-banded iron around them. He nodded and said “Aye. Well, let me get the stew on and we can discuss business, if that would be ok?” He handed her the mug and said “Fifteen minutes. Just havta brown the meat and put on the vegetables. Then it can cook while we… talk… get to know each other. Clans joined are clans stronger, after all.” He went back to the counter and quickly and deftly chopped cabbage, carrots, onions, turnips, and potatoes. He then pulled the sheath knife from his belt and began cubing meat, the dark iron blade sliding effortlessly through the freshly dressed parts.

“Aye, that sounds fine. I don wish to interrupt your meal. I’ve waited all week, what’s 15 more minutes?” Clans joined? They, or at least he didn’t know. She nodded slightly, “That is what they say, I say it depends on how the clans are joined.” She fingered the scrolls in the satchel at her side. She sighed, “I would be remise in offering to help, but too many chefs as they say.”

“So tell me… Ragna… did my cousin marrying your sister come as much of a surprise to do as it did to us?”

Seamus McKenzie, Trying to Make Small Talk Amid A Butterfly Swarm

Ragna glanced up at him, doing a once over, her hand twitching, Revna had told her some of it. That she wanted the papers brought to Lady McKenzie to open a dialogue. To try to heal the wound, that Mike was hurting and alone, and Revna just could not stand it. Even though Mike had told her he was fine. Revna was too skilled at what she did to buy that line, and she loved Mike fiercely. “No I don’t think it did. Revna is a very private person, so I was more shocked by the video of her singing in public. But then I talk to my family.”
Ragna, protective baby sister.

The knife stopped dead in its tracks. The knuckles on the antler went white. With a single swift motion, the point dropped and the Marshal stabbed the cutting board, burying the blade at least two inches deep. He slowly turned around and his face was red with barely concealed anger.

“So thats what’s this is about, is it? Some shite you gonna try and screw me lad over with, eh?” As he spoke, his vice grew louder and louder. “That it? Who put you up to it, lass? Hmmm? Who sent ya? Argyle? Willam? Harold? You talk to your family, do ya?” By now, he was yelling. “Micheal McKenzie tries ta talk to this family ALL. THE. TIME. And its yiu lot who brush Jim off! Keep him from his Gran with threats and lawsuits and Barristers and Solicitors paid for with McKenzie funds! They think a beautiful woman is gonna distract me from my duty to Micheal and his wife and this Clann??? Well you tell those c^%$s from me I’ll nae be a part of their scheming! I will keep this Clan from their grubby, backstabbing paws of its the last thing I ever do!!” and he slammed a meaty fist on the table hard enough the inches thick and treated wood split.

Seamus McKenzie, Adament… Mistaken, But Adament

Ragna didn’t even blink. She scoffed, “Well that answers one question. At least ya not with “those cousins” Revna warned me about.” She stood up, hands on the table, and leaned dangerously close. “Get off ya high horse ya d@#$ Scottish brute! Revna sent me here, with a message for Michael’s grandmother. With documents....heraldic support for her. Because it breaks Michael’s heart. No shut your hole and go dunk that hot head of yours in some water. Or maybe go horn wrestle that Ram of yours, your hard headed enough!” She glanced down at the table, “Too bad, beautiful workmanship, you just set the craft master back 6 months minimum.” Her head was pounding, the man really upped her blood pressure.
Ragna Edman, Not impressed

Seamus leaned forward and put himself eye to eye with Ragna. “I built this table.” he said through gritted teeth. “I can break it if I feel like it. In fact, I built this whole d%!$ house. Its mine to do with what I want. Got it?” The smell of her hair hit his nostrils and his anger fluttered and sputtered, and his eyes widened slightky and then he stood up. He turned back to the counter and said “Get out your papers, Ra… Miss Ragna. Food’s almost on.”

She got a hint of a scent - the forest in the midst of a storm, wild and dangerous. Smelled like home. It must be the dried sap from the wood he just broke. He built the table? And then he broke it. “Don’t think much of your own skill then do ya?” She snorted and sat down, leaned back, and stretched her legs out. She reached into the bag and pulled out a single rolled old fashioned parchment and set it on the table.

He yanked the knife out, swiftly cubed the meat and walked it to the pot and threw it in. It sizzled and popped immediately. He stirred it for a moment, then looked up and picked some herbs from a few dried sprigs hanging near him. A heady herbal aroma filled the room and Seamus went and got the vegetables and in the pot they went. He grabbed the bucket and poured some in the pot and put the lid on. He took a seat across from her and said “So… show me what ya brought us.”

Seamus McKenzie, Table Breaker

She grabbed the paper and with a flick of the wrist it unrolled, ending in several ribbons and wax seals. “The Lineage of her Royal Highness Lady Revna Freya Edman.” It was a very detailed family tree following Revna’s family back on their father’s side through several generations leading back past the 800s, and then on their mother’s side to Gunnhildr konungamóðir, mother of kings. “To begin with, this.” There was more, and there was ONE piece that she wouldn’t give to anyone but Lady Tara. It could be construed as wrong and Revna nor her father knew about it. But in her research she came across the other clan trying to absorb them and she had a way to stop it. She didn’t want anyone to misunderstand though. She didn’t even know about it until after they had gotten married.
Regna, I did my homework

Seamus looked at it and nodded. “And this is supported by historical tracts, deeds, birth and death certificates and the like, is it?”

Regna rolled her eyes hard at him, “No I just made it up.” She lifted the first page and underneath were several copies of offcial documents, birth certificates, marriage certificates, death records, land holdings and it went on. Then she pulled out a PaDD tapped couple of buttons, and the screen began to scroll, “The originals, they are far to delecate and old to bring, and I’d never give away the originals anyway, but they are all signed and legitamized the the Norwegian central government and historical society.” She didn’t say of course that it was her signature on many of them, being a member of the historical society and the officials historian and archavist for the clan it was part of her job, but the older ones were certified by others.

“Your Lady Revna comes from fine lineage.” Seamus looked at her, face lit by the flickering flames, and he had to shake his head slightly to concentrate.

“Thanks for noticing Captain Obvious. She’s not all bosoms’.” Oh yeah Revna told her about that, too. Wait…why did she say that....oh lords..........

“So what do ye know of my cousin Micheal, den? ‘Ave ye looked him a’tall?”

Seamus McKenzie, Keeping It Together.

“No need, Revna chose him, and that’s all we care about. But I did find something very interesting in a cross search about one Eileen Catherine Rae.” She pulled up a very official looking report. “She was a very famous Punk Rocker, but earned the Federation Nobel Peace Prize in 2218 for her charity work in the neutral zone. Her family, or now her trust, runs a very lucrative charity that continues to this day to provide for orphans of conflicts between species. Guess who her great-great-great-great grandson is? Think that would legitimize her for the ‘cousins’?” And she spat the word. She glanced up at him, the fire light flickering across his features and coughed suddenly, grabbed the water and drank deeply. Oh lords.....no one, NO ONE should look that good.
Ragna, I need to get out of here.

Seamus scoffed. “Neutral Zone orphans, ya say? Wont do ya any good, lass. Ya see, in addition to being a bunch of mangy, greedy, narcissistic, selfish, spoiled, entitled, vain, lazy, lying, cheating, arrogant, cruel, boastful, jealous, moody, rude, untrustworthy bas%@$#s; they’re also racist and speciesist. So while I love that to no end, lass… they’ll take it as a godd@#$ attack on their character… like they have any.”

Seamus McKenzie, Cousins? Not A Fan

Ragna sighed, “Hvorfor kan ikke folk LESE? Det spiller ingen rolle hvor bra han ser ut, bruk den hjernen som må være der oppe. (Why can’t people READ? Doesn’t matter how good he looks, use that brain that must be up there.)” She swipped back up to the article he’d barely looked at. “Yes yes, they are scum of the earth. Let me spell it out for you, the colony world where they are located, name’s ùr Alba, and in case you don’t know your Gaelic, lad, that means New Scotland. There are sects of almost every clan there, and back then there were no other orphans other than human to care for. And I don’t give a d%$# about the cousins, but it is enough for the Lord High Marshal, even if he doesn’t personally like it. Add Revna’s lineage to that…” she shrugged, “Now you and Mike’s grandmother can do what you want with it, but there it is. Either way, Mike’s an Edman now, and ALL that entails.”
Ragna, I still have tricks up my sleeve but I’m not telling

As she spoke her native tongue, Seamus looked confused but just shook his head. Inside, however, he grinned from ear to ear. Because while the attractive and wholly engrossing vision across from him muttered in Norwegian, she maybe didn’t know something important…

Seamus spoke fluent Norwegian, a gift from his mother.

“Is that what it means, does it? Who coulda guessed? Oh, is dòcha a h-uile duine a bhruidhneas gaelic. Agus tha an stràc agad uamhasach.” (Oh, maybe everyone who speaks gaelic. And your accent is terrible.) Seamus responded with a shake of his head.

There was a brief flicker of a smile across her face and then she spoke in flawless, beautiful Gaelic, “Carson a bhithinn a ’caitheamh cànan cho breagha air cuideigin nach eil mi eòlach air a bhiodh ga meas? (Why would I waste such a beautiful language on someone I don’t know could appreciate it?)”

A loud bleating came from outside and Seamus got up and went to the door. Opening it, Angus came in and danced a little dance by jumping up and down and pawing the stone floor. “Easy, Angus… easy.” and he petted the big ram’s head between the horns. Seamus looked back at Ragna. “Be right back. Mind stirring the stew?” He walked outside and shut the door, leaving Ragna with Angus.

She rolled her eyes. You’re a guest Ragna, stir the stew. She got up, found a heavy woven towel and used it to lift the lid and grabbed, without really looking, the wooden spoon from the hook and stirred. It smelled amazing, real food, not that replicator crap. But she felt light headed, dizzy, and her head was pounding…the threat of a migraine made her temper even more foul.

A few minutes later, Seamus came in and said “Stom’s coming. Big one, too.” and he sat back down and said “So where were we, then?”

Seamus McKenzie, Keeper of The Ram

Oh great…it was storm season wasn’t it. She rolled the papers up, and slipped everything back in the satchel. “We are done, for now. You get to decide if you’re going to take me to see Lady McKenzie or not.” She shouldered the bag and walked right out the door, moving around Angus and his stomping and bleating and hulking bulk. She was going to have a long long walk back.
Ragna McKenzie, I’m not staying in that house with that man in a storm…not doing it.

Seamus followed her and said “By the gods, woman! Get back in here! That storm will be right on us in minutes!” He stopped at the fence and watched her walk towards the main estate grounds… eight miles away. “Awwww… dammit.” he said to himself. He then said “ANGUS!” and the big black ram came out and stood majestically by his side… well, as majestically as a black ram could. “Go.” and he pointed at the walking figure of Ragna. “Go keep an eye on her, then. When she gets too cold and too wet and too lost, bring her back.” and Angus grunted once and took off. Seamus watched him run and just shook his head. Turning, he went back inside and got out enough wooden dishes for him and Ragna to have dinner.

Seamus McKenzie, If You Cant Dodge It, Ram It


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