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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jun 25, 2015 22:17:35 GMT -5
Dust blew out of the crate as Eamon prized the top off of his latest arrivals. This, as far as he was concerned, was nirvana. His office door was shut, and he had a good three uninterrupted hours of time to sort and label the books. They would never be as perfect as they were now, and he felt slightly bad about dooming these books to being scribbled on, dog-eared, abandoned, ignored, even drooled on. It had taken him almost no time for him to assume the attitude of all librarians to students- they were the enemy. Of course, there were plenty of exceptions, Mary Fulton being one of them. Allies in the ceaseless fight to try and keep the library from becoming a ruined, flaming wreck.
He took the first smaller box out of the crate and sat at his desk. Eamon examined the blurb of the first book, and carefully wrote out all of the information. He slipped away from the conscious world and drifted into a literary daze, automatically doing his work. Labelling and sorting and filing, the crate slowly emptying under his ministrations. If only all work was as simple as this.
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jun 30, 2015 1:19:13 GMT -5
Her fingers ran over the spines of the books she hasn't seen since she left school and she was a little shocked they were still here. She can still remember when she was just a wee little thing, how Gawain would lift her up in her first year to get the books off the top shelf. Sure a simple time, such a time she wished she could back to. But no the brother who once use to help her get books down in the place was gone and she was now tasked to fill his shoes, locked in the school with the man who killed him and unable to do anything... yet. She might be here to pay of that stupid debt she didn't know she had but she would also get revenge or she would die trying.
He eyes ran over the rest of the library, it all still look just like it did back when she went here, with one different. The Librarian was not the old crabby lady she remembered but a rather handsome man and well... if she was expected to teach here she might as well try and be nice and introduce herself to everyone on the staff. "Hey..." She said swallowing some and inhaling. Fuck she felt so out of place she wasn't meant to be a fucking teacher yet here she was. Her hair all tied up, pants on... looking very much like the dragon tamer she was and nothing like a teacher."So I'm the new DADA teacher... Kyra Reid. Just... taking a tour before my first official day. This place hasn't changed a bit huh?"
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jun 30, 2015 1:48:28 GMT -5
Someone entered his office, presumably well intentioned. However, just the presence of the new DADA teacher was more than enough to shatter his nirvana and return him to the dark world that he lived in. The world where a headmaster could kill a teacher, and get away with it. "Your predecessor was murdered at the Headmaster's orders in cold blood. Three of our colleagues are complicit in the torture of an innocent student. Things have changed, and not for the better." He stood up, and looked at Kyra Reid, before the name clicked. Asshole move, Flynn.
"My apologies, I-" he collapsed into his seat, convinced that he had already ruined whatever chance there had been to make a friend. "I did not think. It has been a very strenuous week. Your brother was a good man. I am sorry that I did not get to know him during his time here." He put the book that was in his hands down. "If you are not busy, I would be honoured to share a toast with you, to Gawain."
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jun 30, 2015 2:05:15 GMT -5
She couldn't help but roll her eyes some and smile just a touch. "I said this place... not the people running it." Well what else was she suppose to do other than try and crack wise like always. Try and stay in the same mind set, she wasn't going to let this place break her no way no how. If anything she was going to make sure she came out of this stronger. Pay back whatever stupid debt they owed and then move on with her life. Oh and get Revenge for Gawain that was fucking top of the list! For now she just had to try and act as normal as possible... normal right. So how do you act normal if you have never been normal in your whole life?
"It's alright, would have said the same thing but I would have also probably said the word fuck six times in that sentence alone." She said moving to sit on the edge of his desk and her face fell some when he mention Gawain... if only he knew how amazing and wonderful her big brother was. "Yeah well... He was a dork, but he was my dork." She said with a small smile, blinking a few times to stop any tears. Nope she had already cried enough, anymore and she would never be able to cry for the rest of her fucking life. "Yeah I would love too... Be a nice way to honor him the man loved his whiskey that was for sure."
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jun 30, 2015 23:44:32 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, the people who run the place leave their marks all over it," Eamon pointed out. His frustration and outright anger with those in charge of Cascade were too strong for him to keep them properly under wraps. A couple of students had without a doubt notice him making a couple of alterations to the library, subtle defences that could mean the difference between his life and death. His trust, now lost would not ever be regained by the school's runners. He only kept his position that he might further help the students if it came to fighting again.
His orders were clear, no attempts at revenge, no attacks on the bastards that roamed the halls. He had to keep an eye on them, see what they did His mission of general protection was his own, though. "I work in a school. I have learned to not do such things." He wanted to say something about Gawain, but the truth was that he just didn't know anything that he could actually say. "It is only a shame that I could not afford better liquor, but I have not the money." He handed her the glass, and lifted his in the air. "Gawain Reid, a better man than any in this godforsaken town."
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 1, 2015 14:10:13 GMT -5
"Yeah..." She said exhaling, hands balled up into fist. She couldn't wait for the day where she could beat the bastard that did this in a bloody pulp, followed by burning anything the Antonucci owed to the fucking ground. But no she had orders now... and while she was never one to keep to rules these ones she had no choice. She had a family to protect at the end of the day and there would be nothing stopping Cormac from hurting the twins or Ultana if he thought her to be a trouble maker.
"See this is why Gawain was so much better with kids. He had a filter..." She closed her eyes and shook her head. Nope nope she wasn't about to get fucking mopy, she wasn't about to fucking cry again and not in front of a man god no. He got up and poured them both a drink and she smiled some before looking down. "Ah it's alright. I have been living in a pretty remote area for the last little bit so been drinking alot of piss they try and pass off as gin." She cocked a smile as she took the glass and tapped it against his. "To Gawain... and all the times he had yelled at me for getting into a fight with some boy twice my size, and getting me through school so I could go train dragons and just being amazing."
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 6, 2015 22:27:05 GMT -5
Was Eamon supposed to... comfort her? He wasn't entirely sure that he knew how, no one had ever been foolish enough to come for him for comfort ever before. "I gave up even trying to drink the piss that gets passed around here for the most park. Whiskey or no dice, as far as I'm concerned." To his great relief, she managed to pull herself together without needing to break down first, and began the toast. "To a good man, too short in this world, long lived in the next." Eamon didn't think he could quite deal with an extended toast, so he took the opportunity to drink the contents of his glass in a single swallow, relishing the taste. "Dragon taming? There's a dangerous game. You don't meet many who get back from that life."
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 7, 2015 0:28:44 GMT -5
She down her drink in one go and shook her head some. Goddamn that shit had a bit of a bite to it, not bad not bad at all. "Yeah well down there I would take what I could get. But I am happy living in a place now where this is decent illegal shit and not backwoods moonshine so strong you would go blind if you drank enough of it." She said with a small chuckle setting the glass down on the table before taking off her hat and shaking out her mess of red curls that always seemed tangle no matter what she did. "Yeah but it was super rewarding once you were able to gain their trust. And I only ever had a few really serious burns. And one serious bite, little baby of a thing almost took my hand clean off once when I was teaching her how to hunt. It was okay I knew she felt bad after because she killed a chicken and brought it to me to make me feel better. Her name was charlotte wanna see?" If you wanted to get Kyra excited just talk about dragons and you are golden she will never shut up.
The young woman pulled at a chain around her neck and opened the locker to show him. Inside was a picture of a little baby dragon breathing fire for the first time. "I was so proud of her. She was a bit of a late bloomer."
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 9, 2015 21:49:16 GMT -5
"That does not exactly sound like a pleasant experience." Some days, Eamon could be the king of understatement. He didn't drink to get drunk, for the most part, let along drink to go blind. He was quite aware that Kyra was of the breed of people who had died early during the fighting in the war, the heroes who had been eager to be a part of the fighting. Eamon thought that the one war had been plenty of wildness for his entire life, but here he was on the brink of another one. And the fiery heroes appear again. Silently, he hoped that she would meet a better fate than those of her ilk had in the war.
Eamon took a look at the dragon, and thanked his lucky stars that he had never been anywhere near one. "It looks very fearsome..." he ventured, hoping that would pass as a compliment for a dragon. A couple of puns floated through his mind as options, but it was too late for that now. "How exactly do you tell if a dragon is a late bloomer or not?" Without getting close enough to get burned or bitten, preferably, but clearly Miss Reid did not work that way.
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 10, 2015 2:24:43 GMT -5
She made a face and shrugged some. "Hey when it all you got you deal." She never really thought anything of it really, you just don't drink more than a shot or two at a time. But there was something about Eamon that didn't seem to want anything to do with the sort of life she wanted to leave. Something about him gave off the same vibe that the library did, quiet and reliable. The sort of place that was a safe haven from people like her who loved adventure and fire. And you know that was okay too, not everyone was mention for danger. Or maybe he was and he just didn't want to say anything given the events of the last week.
"Yup but she was a really sweetie. Charlotte loved having between her scales cleaned, hugs and chicken." Kyra said with a smile as she closed the locket up. He asked how to tell if a dragons a late bloomer and she laughed some. "Well she wasn't able to light off her gases on her flint as early as her sister and brother did. She was one of three eggs that all hatched at the same time. Ladybug and Stannis." God she really missed them. But she had job to do and revenge to be had.
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 13, 2015 0:52:07 GMT -5
The two of them had to belong on opposite ends of some spectrum, her on the interesting end and him on the end that involved little more than sorting books and drinking things that actually tasted good. Dealing with dragons, and dirt and fires with nothing but pure alcohol to drink was his idea of a personal hell. Especially if it took place in a trench somewhere. He would much rather be here, surrounded with his books and the creature comforts that he was afforded. "I think I would rather just have tea than drink moonshine, honestly." Why then did it seem that he would always end up in fights, and she had been dragged to the school from her love.
"I have never heard so much about dragons. I dropped Care of Magical Creatures as soon as I could, it was not my area for any number of reasons." Many of which included the numerous burns, bruises and cuts that had come straight from the various creatures that he had tried and failed to take care of. He had avoided magical creatures since then. "Dragons don't all start burning at the same time?" What kind of person called a dragon Ladybug?!
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 13, 2015 2:32:08 GMT -5
"Yeah tea and a good book on a rainy day. Nothing better." She said smiling, well just because she was all dirt and rough and tumble didn't mean that she couldn't like some nice little things. She could still like fuzzy blankets and tea while sitting by the window as a fire roared on. Sure mud and sweat was all well and good and she loved getting down and dirty, but sometimes you just needed something warm and simple. Some of her favourite moments were curled up by the fire with his sister as her father read to them. God to be that young and naive again...
She couldn't help but laugh when he said he dropped care of magical creatures. "That was like one of four class I was good at." She shook her head and laughing some more as she shook her head. "Nah they are alot like children. Each one starts walking at a different time like toddlers do, everyone is not the same."
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 13, 2015 19:12:55 GMT -5
The sweet and softly delivered response made Eamon pause, it was so unexpected. "Indeed," he replied, slightly wary of being poked fun at. It was hardly a secret that books were by far his favourite thing, and if someone wanted to jab at a weakness they would doubtless go for the books. However, Kyra did not appear to be attempting to make a joke about his lifestyle, so he allowed himself to relax again. Tea and a good book on a rainy day were all that he wanted from life, and he imagined that if he'd been born to a less insane family he might have received just that. More the pity.
"Dragons are like children..." he tried to swallow that piece of quite frankly bizarre information. He had always worked under the impression that dragons ate children, and were like them only in the sense that their bellies contained bits of humans. Clearly his was not the only way to look at them, and more than likely not the right way. Though her personification of them was likely wrong as well. At least he could claim the corrupting influence of literature as an excuse, she'd actually lived with the scaly beasts.
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 13, 2015 21:42:46 GMT -5
"I have a spot spot for poetry not going to lie." She said smiling and brushing her hand through her hair. "Lord Tennyson was my favourite. My Ma always said if I took the time to brush out my hair and wear a dress I could look like the lady of Shalott. But you know I would rather be the knight that tries and save her in the end. " Because really who wants to die young and flow down the river at dawn? Who wants to die without any adventure at all? She would rather be Sir Lancelot than Queen Guinevere, Hamlet rather than Ophelia though she suppose neither would be rather desirable.... But if she had to pick one... Kyra shook her head some and smile because she was getting all sidetracked with her own thoughts.
"Yup, just like children get magic at different time, dragons get fire at different times. Like my little sister didn't show any sign of magic until she was almost six but I was like three and running around the how throwing books off the shelves. Troublemaker from day one you know." She said laughing again and shaking her head. "What about you Eamon? Any trouble adventurer in you?"
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Post by Eamon Flynn on Jul 15, 2015 22:03:26 GMT -5
"I must say that I have always been a fan of novels and novellas over poetic verse. I don't think I have the rhythm required to really enjoy poetry." In fact, he hadn't read a word of Tennyson in his entire life, a fact that he was not about to admit. "I never fancied myself as the hero of any of the stories. Rather one of the background characters, the type who tend to get a witty line and then die. To break my own lack of fancy towards verse, I always aspired to be Mercutio." Die with a pun, what a way to go. That way he would also miss the tragedy that was sure to follow later, with the confusing mess that had been the teenaged lovers.
He nodded his head in quiet understanding. It made sense that they varied, but only when you thought about them as individuals instead of a terrifying, homogenous mass. "I got my share of adventure in the war, and I was only there for the end of it. I think such things ruin adventures for most of us."
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