What a Fool

      Bridget Fagan. Banshee. The Fool. 

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ABC’s; Viv & Bridget

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viv-adair‌:

Another day, another class full of idiot children who would never amount to anything. It was hard to teach teenagers about valuable tools for the future when they no longer cared about a future, given that it would have to be in Ashbourne. Vivienne couldn’t blame them, but she did so desperately wish they would be a more captive audience. It was days like today when she nearly gave up on teaching, but she then reminded herself of all the perks that came with the job.

Not many, of course. But the resources without prying eyes was definitely a big one.

Checking her watch, Viv finished packing her bags and began to leave the small science wing, wondering if her samples had finally finished processing. It had been far too long if she’d been using the state of the art equipment she had access to outside of town, but for now, she was just lucky they had a centrifuge to spare at all.

A voice caught her attention on the front steps of the building, and Viv turned to see a timid looking brunette addressing her with a thick accent. “Well I can tell you it isn’t this one,” she nodded back to her building. “This is the Science department.” Viv readjusted her bag on her shoulder, calculating eyes appraising the new face. Oh, what the hell. She had some time to kill. “Are you a student?”

Bridget sighed at the news. It was embarrassing enough to come to a school and not know if she could enroll, but being in the wrong place just took the cake. She wanted to give up and go try just reading books again. 

“Shoot. I don’t reckon you might know where the department is?”Bridget said hoping her face wasn’t red. She really needed to learn this new English as quickly as she could. 

“I’m hoping to be, but I figured I should talk to someone.” Her hands started to fiddle with a bit of her dress. Something about the other made her a bit nervous in a way she couldn’t quite place, but she was more than willing to be proven wrong. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been in an educational establishment.” 

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Air Catcher ;Hadley & Bridget

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“I’ve never been fond of spring,” Hadley answered as she followed Bridget’s call. It wasn’t that she found the girl off putting or unpleasant to be around. She just wasn’t used to someone so persistently pursuing interaction with her. It was the shifter’s prerogative to not be the nicest or the meanest person in a room, but in a safe grey middle spot that was easily forgotten. She was used to going through the world like a see through spirit.

Still, Bridget was trying so hard, so maybe she could relax her neutrality just a little bit. She flashed the girl a smile, fussed with the hem of her new dress. “I spent a lot of time in desert climates when I was a kid. And then a few super cold climates. I guess you could say I developed a taste for the extreme weather conditions. Give me freezing gusty winters and hot suffocating summers, none of this wimpy fall and spring nonsense.” 

Bridget wasn’t particarly put off on the other’s disposition. If she was honest there wasn’t many things people could do that she’d be terribly offended at. Still there was a bit of hope in her voice when the other actually responded, an easy smile filling her face. 

“Oh - well I suppose I get that. Everything here isn’t as green as I remember, but I guess I’m hopeful the trees won’t look so dark. Ashborne isn’t a very vibrant place.” She almost bit her tongue trying not to continue to talk and overwhelm Hadley. 

She was still working off of a deficit of missed communication, but she learned long ago that  if you didn’t have anything interesting to say that most people didn’t want to hear you. 

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Holy Carp

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For a moment he could pretend he was back home, at least in an ocean. Even if the chemicals in the water were noticeable to him. He just wanted to swim without worry, but clearly that was not something he could do without breaking the rules. He tilts his head as he stared through the window at the woman. Oz turned as his flaxen locks were just as wavy as the current in the aquarium. “No food. No.” Oz replied with a shake of his head, but gestured a hand towards his chest. 

“Home, Please home.” The Merman spoke with a visible frown as he stared up from where he had leaped in from. Lights that his imagination could easily turn into the sun up in the sky heating the ocean bay.

He sighed underwater and started to swim up towards the entrance of the aquarium. “I go..no food..no hurt.” The man spoke his broken bits of English defeated. Droplets rolled down his face as he felt his gills constrict with glee against the rush of the water. Oz would wait for her to find something to help him get out, but only because he could be in this water jail a little bit longer. Then maybe he wouldn’t feel as homesick as he had been feeling as of late. 

Bridget was confused as the man spoke, her eyebrows furrowing although it did stop her trying to get a net or a broom. He didn’t look like a poacher, but she also couldn’t say that she’d ever seen a poacher. 

She then realized he didn’t know much english, and a bit of her felt some sympathy as she tried to piece his words into a complete story. It wasn’t until she noticed something at his neck that she put it all together. 

She didn’t really think merefolk existed, or at least Finn hadn’t told her about them. Still, she couldn’t help but figure that the man in front of her must have been one. It made what he said a bit sadder, especially when he talked about home. She had a feeling they were both very far away from the place they should be.  Still she couldn’t just leave him in there. As much as she felt her heart go out for him, she couldn’t be absolutely certain. Maybe though, if she was here - she couldn’t stop him from harming any of the fish but if something happened she could report it.   “I - Listen, Love. I can tell you want to stay in there, but I’m not allowed to let you stay in there. I believe you when you say you won’t hurt any of them. Tell you what - I’ve got to clean the rest of this part. If you promise you won’t do anything bad, I’ll wait to get a net after I’m done cleaning. But if you hurt any of the fish, I’ll be very cross with you. I might even call the watchers. Deal? ” 

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The sun will Rise; Peter & Bridget

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Peter took the sandwich offered to him wearily, eyeing it for a moment too long before he unwrapped it, lifted the top layer of bread. It looked harmless enough. Meat, cheese, pickles, onions. He sniffed, once, twice, nose wrinkling a bit. Mustard. Gross, but he could handle it. Finally, he looked up at Bridget again, offered a weary little smile, a nod of thanks. The cookies, as he had predicted, were burnt, but they didn’t look terrible. Peter would give her that. She had tried hard.

After his first bite of the sandwich (definitely too much mustard) he finally spoke again. “Chips. They’re just chips. Look to be just plain old chips.” He lifted one, examined it for a moment before taking a bite. Boring old salted chips. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, hand coming up to cover his mouth so that crumbs didn’t spray everywhere.

“I did not. But it was also because it was some strange flavor, and it was green. At the very least, it tasted like grass clippings in a bottle.” A pause, and he leaned back in his seat, took another bite of that sandwich. “So… Why are you here, really? I feel like ‘I just wanted to go see the mutt from down the street’ is a bit of a stretch.”

Bridget nodded relieved that she hadn’t gotten something dreadful for the other and happy that the food was editable this time. Unwrapping her own sandwich she took a bite, not really registering the tastes. Nothing tasted right anymore, but she figured it was because she’d had a big gap between food sources. 

She rolled her eyes at the comment although her smile didn’t face. “ It was a juice at least that’s what the lady had said! How was I supposed to know they make bloody juice out of grass now.” 

At the comment Bridget felt well almost sad for the Peter. She didn’t like it when he talked like that, but if she were to point it out she was sure it would cause a row. She fiddled with the wrapper of her sandwich for a second thinking about ignoring the question.  “I just wanted to see you, Peter.” She felt very small for a moment, but shook her head deciding not to stay very small. 

“Besides - you’re the only one that’ll eat my cookies and tell me if their absolutely dreadful. Everyone else is much too nice.” 

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ABC’s; Viv & Bridget

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Bridget had always been studious, and was given a particarly good education for when she was young. However, the last time she’d been in the world, the language was decidedly not this. 

She’d picked up speaking well enough, and she had no doubt that learning how to read again would be possible - but she’d been particarly frustrated. Nothing she knew was still in practice, and none of it was in Latin anymore. They never bothered writing down the common languages. 

That’s why she decided to come to the school compound , hoping that someone might be able to help. She hadn’t been able to put the words together, and standing almost to still outside she looked at the sign almost willing for something to connect. 

She’d heard the footsteps before she turned, and figured it was useless to try and pretend she knew what it said. 

“Hello - sorry to stop you, but do you know where the English department is?” She tried to appear upbeat, even if the situation itself bothered her. 

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Scream; Maeve & Bridget

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Bridget had never met another like her, and if she was honest there was a comfort in it. Sometimes she thought of her like an older sister, but Bridget didn’t particarly remember how that felt like. Her memories were blurry, and if she was honest  full of holes. She remembered most of her time with Finn, but before then felt like a dream. 

Still she looked up to Maeve, knowing that she at least understood. Bridget didn’t know the circumstances of her change, but she knew that she must have done the same ritual. There was a soothing aspect knowing that another sinner was much like yourself. 

Carefully Bridget opened the door to the home, hearing the pattering of little feet and laughter. She didn’t understand how Maeve could be around the children, knowing that she would outlive them. She supposed it came with the territory, and that she’d get used to it now that she was out of the cave, but it wasn’t a lesson she was excited for. 

“Maeve?” She called out, carefully not screaming still fearing that she’d accidentally hurt others. Still she moved to the kitchen, putting the bags down gently she started to riffle through them. Bridget didn’t need to eat, but she decided that it would be a good thing to appear like she was at least as normal as she could. Still, she didn’t want the food to go to waste, so she normally just gave it to the house keeping only enough to make something for her friends if they came over. She’d eat with others, but it didn’t really make her happy so she really didn’t bother when she was alone. 

 “I don’t know if I got the right milk. I still can’t read the bloody tag, but it was near the one I got last time, so I figured it would be close. I know you said something about a blue cap, but there were at least two of them with a blue cap.” 

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  Character inspiration for Bridget Fagan: Antigone from Antigone

“O tomb, O bridal chamber, O cavernous dwelling, eternal prison to which I am journeying to meet my own, those perished in their great numbers and received by Persephone amongst the dead. I am the latest of them, and my descent the worst by far, before my allotment of life has reached completion.”

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The sun will Rise; Peter & Bridget

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Peter was getting pretty used to people just… showing up to see him at this point. Since when was he so fucking popular in this town. He had gone out of his way to not be popular in this damn town, and yet here he was, having people just randomly pop in on him at work. Having people randomly pop in on him at home. Having people… randomly pop in on him and calling him Petey, for the sake of the Lord. He wore a tie, did he look like a Petey?

Sucking in a breath, he tried to quickly brush that off, let it roll off his shoulders like a duck and water. It was fine. It was just Bridget, and that was fine. He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Bridget.” He offered in simple greeting, a nod of his head, before he looked back down at the book in front of him. He’d been trying to make the schedule for almost an hour, shifting and reshifting people until it fit, making sure he was around at the most important times. A break wasn’t the most terrible thing.

He glanced at her again, dropping his pen and leaning back in his seat, one leg folding over the other. He took in her appearance. She was a bit of a mess. Sure, that was a look. “Right, well. It wouldn’t hurt to eat.” He hadn’t eaten in a couple of hours. He would almost bet that the cookies were bad, but he’d still eat them. The word food was enough, it seemed, to remind his stomach that it existed, and growl slightly. “What do you have, then? Besides cookies?” 

Bridget’s grin widened when it looked like Peter was going to indulge her. She didn’t really need to eat, or rather she was pretty sure she didn’t. She knew that she could, and often she did when she was around others, but she figured she wouldn’t have survived so long if she absolutely needed to eat. 

Still she pulled out two sandwiches, chips, and a plate of only slightly burnt cookies. “Don’t worry I didn’t make the sandwiches,” She said glancing up at him while passing him one giving him an almost sheepish look, “Or the crisps for that matter. Although I think their called something different here right?” 

Although she had been able to read the Bible, she’d never learned how to read English. Even if she had, she doubted she’d be able to read this version of it She was trying, but she still needed help.  So she guessed that they were chips, and part of her was wondering if she was right. 

“I would have gotten one of those bottled drinks, but I don’t think you really liked the last one I picked out.” 

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Holy Carp

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Oz had frequented Carp -E- Diem Aquarium for quite a few days not. Nostalgia watching his home from inside its cage. Most of the time his face smooshed against the exhibit transparent cage. The  Aquarium didn’t have many visitors at this hour as it was soon to closing. He knew what he was about to do was wrong. Henryk had made it perfectly clear this was something he should not be doing. However, Oz missed the freedom of his home. With a quick glance around he removed his shirt and set it next to Quackert. 

“Little bit. I promise.”  Oz spoke in Mermish to Quackert whom was already giving him the third degree glare the duckling seemed to have picked up from somewhere. He followed the sound of the water, as his eyes started to glow blue to help guide him to where he would be able to drop down into one of the aquarium. Oz hummed feeling at home as his gills embraced the treated water, and he swam around inside. The grouchy duck spread out the shirt Oz had discarded, and laid down eyes locked on the aquarium that Oz waved to it from. 

A passing shadow caused Oz to freeze, and he nervously cracked a smile towards the stranger. Offering a slow wave, well that was short lived. 

Bridget had long taken off her shoes, knowing that there wouldn’t be so many people around now. Besides, cleaning in her nice footwear seemed counter productive. With her little cart, she started humming to herself, her head in the clouds as she tried to picture what she would do later.

However, she heard a distinctive splash, and her eyes glanced up to make sure that one of the animals hadn’t tried to escape. It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t a fish who’d jumped out, but someone who had clearly jumped in. 

For a moment she just stood wide-eyed, as she heard a quack. Shaking her head she saw the man wave and she started to speak. 

“Sir - Please get out of there. You could hurt the fish - oh blimey please tell me you aren’t a poacher. You aren’t allowed to take those fish. Those aren’t food. Come out.” She spoke quickly, as she started to look around for something to - well fish him out.

“Please. I don’t want to have to call someone, but I can’t let you hurt the animals.” 

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ASHBOURNE DOSSIER

NAME: BRIDGET FAGAN

SPECIES: BANSHEE

AGE: 1000 YEARS OLD

TIME IN ASHBOURNE: 2 YEARS 3 MONTHS

As the youngest daughter, Bridget knew that she would become a nun at a young age. It was something expected, and calming as she carefully thought of the ways her life would go. She would live a small, contained life in the service of the Lord and then be freed from all the world’s suffering. She would bring great honor to her family, and be a dutiful daughter.

That was how her life was supposed to go, but her heart seemed to have a different mind. Finn O'Faodhagáin entered her life with mischievous green eyes and a quick wit. No matter how she tried to keep her eyes to herself, she seemed to find him everywhere. Even as she would go to pray in the woods, she found that he was just behind her, asking if she ever saw a fairy mound.

He told fantastical stories, of ancient people and even though she would chastise him for it she couldn’t help but be taken in by the storyteller. She couldn’t help the way her heart beat fast as he played with hand, or asked if she really needed to be a nun. So she wavered, convinced that God wouldn’t put this man in her life to lead her to ruin.

It wasn’t until she had run away with him that he told her that the stories weren’t old tales he was trying to tease her with. He wasn’t human, but a fae. She should have run away from him after all fae were fallen angels, weren’t they? Still, even as he explained that he loved her and that she could leave if she wanted to, she had already decided. She was going to stay with him, forever if she could.

That’s when he told her that he was immortal, and she would eventually die. For a while, she accepted this fact. They would be together for a moment, and for eternity be apart. Even as they married, she knew it would only be until she became withered and old. She would never go to the land of youth, and even in their happiest times, she could feel the sadness that crept on the edges of their little life.

She didn’t understand what happened next, but it started with him bringing books she couldn’t read strewn across their cottage, and mutterings of a cup. He looked distressed as if he was battling his own nature. When she asked, she was hushed with a kiss and told that he would solve all of their problems. Then one night, he asked her something that would stay in her mind for eternity.

“Do you trust me?”

She had replied yes without hesitation on her lips, and he told her that he could make her into a faerie. She could be immortal, and she couldn’t deny that she wept at the news, relief filling her bones. She wouldn’t have to say goodbye to Finn.

When he gave her the cup, she only had to taste the liquid to feel a visceral fear. It burned, like something unholy and even as she finished it she could tell something wasn’t quite right. Finn looked at her as if she died.

She did die. She could see death around her, and the screams were unbearable. She wasn’t a faerie, she was something cold and ghostly.  Still, Finn held her, telling her that he was sorry. She never really knew if Finn knew she’d become a Banshee, but the other faeries figured it out quickly by the screams.  Even as he begged, they looked at her with disgust. She couldn’t stop the scream as she realized that Finn was about to die.

She wanted to beg to trade her life for his, but she couldn’t get the words out.  They wrapped her up, as she tried to rip to him. She didn’t have to see the dagger to know he was gone, she felt it in her bones and she knew that she would be next.

They hadn’t killed her, and even though she was trapped underground she didn’t seem to die or suffocate. She just screamed, even though she knew no one could hear her. She couldn’t see the world outside, but instead, she screamed as if they were drawn out of her from an unnatural force. She couldn’t help but feel like she was trying to warn someone, but no one was there to listen. No one would ever be there to listen.

That was until she saw a crack in her tomb, it was a cave really, buried deep in the earth and carefully she started to claw her way out. When she reached to top, she wasn’t in Ireland anymore or at least not the Ireland she remembered. She wasn’t anywhere she recognized, the world was too loud and full of spirits.

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Air Catcher ;Hadley & Bridget

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Bridget didn’t really understand Hadley, but she had a sneaking suspicion that was by design. She wasn’t a particarly nosey person, but Bridget couldn’t help but want to understand Hadley. Maybe it was a fools errand, but Bridget seemed to be made of such things. 

Tapping her feet together in shoes that she still didn’t think were completely necessary she waited patiently for the other to come. She wasn’t pressed for time and if she was honest she didn’t know if she would ever feel like she was ever again. 

Her eyes flittered up to find the girl in the crowed. “Over here,” Bridget said waving her hand above her head, her voice louder than she would like. She almost cringed at the sound but luckily it wasn’t near a scream. 

“It’s a lovely day out isn’t it? I reckon it’s almost spring, although I hope we actually one this year.” 

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What’s that? Selene & Bridget

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“Selene?” Bridget said, trying tread very carefully as if her very presence could break the air around her. She was welcomed here, but every time she was in the museum it felt like a church. It was to quite, and all around to holy for her, but never the less she went to see her friend. 

She never was really tired, and even though she got off of work, she had happily responded to the request for her to meet the witch. It wasn’t very often people could be helped by a banshee, but she wanted to show that she wasn’t quite so scary as she appeared. 

Besides, Selene had called her a friend and Bridget hadn’t had one of those for centuries. There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do to help a friend.  She leaned on a counter trying to prop herself up to see if Selene was in the office. She didn’t want to go back there if she was wrong. “Selene? You said you wanted to try something?” 

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The sun will Rise; Peter & Bridget

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Bridget still didn’t quite understand how movies work, and maybe she never wood. That was the strange thing about being out of the world for a thousand years she supposed. Still, she wasn’t exactly here to see a movie today, although she wouldn’t be upset if she convinced Peter to watch one with her. Maybe it was the sadness in his eyes that disturbed her, or the reflection of herself, but she couldn’t help but try and get him to smile. 

“Hello Petey my boy,” Bridget chirped her dress swirling as she sat down, her basket now perched in her lap. She was almost graceful, or she would have been if her dress wasn’t stained with bleach, and her hair braid messy. 

“Now before you yell at me, I’ve finally figured out how to work the blasted oven. I still don’t understand how the fire works, but I did promise you some cookies if I ever figured it out. I also figured if I was coming around I might as well bring some food as well.” 

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                                  Bridget Fagan; Aesthetic 

“....As much as she tried, Ireland wouldn’t be her home anymore. Maybe she was like Cain now, doomed to roam for sins she barely understood. Maybe her mark was these screams that seem to haunt her and everyone around her. If she was doomed to roam, it would not be where she once was breathtakingly happy.” 

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