Omnia Vincit Musica

Flynn Torey // Leprechaun // 189(25) // Cashier at Criminal Records

[the-emma-scott]

Fortitude // Emma & Flynn

[the-emma-scott]

She listened as the man spoke before shaking her head with a sheepish smile, “I’m afraid not. I only know where my home is in relation to Crystal Blue and that’s only because I started off there.” She tilted her head in his direction, “Have you been here long, then? If you know all these street names?”

[leprockaun]

For a brief moment, he considered going along with her assumption, but he was giving the truth a shot these days. It was a new process for him, to say the least. He shrugged and shook his head, realizing halfway through that neither would help him communicate with the woman. "Nah, I'm actually a bit of a newcomer myself. Only been here about a month, really. I was just walking around earlier today and noticed the street signs at the intersection. Perks of a good memory," he joked, taking the opportunity to get a good look at her. It's not like she would notice, and besides, she was beautiful. A small lie wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, he thought as he stood up. "Would you like to walk with me? I was just heading back that way, and I could use the company."

[the-emma-scott]

Fortitude // Emma & Flynn

[the-emma-scott]

Emma’s jumped slightly at the voice by he side, having not realized someone approaching. She titled her head in their direction and frowned as they spoke. When he finished she bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders, “Uh, slightly? I’m not entirely certain where I am right now…”

[leprockaun]

Flynn winced slightly as the girl started. Scare someone who can't see. Great way to help out, genius. Why not steal her cane and run down the street while you're at it? Craning his neck, he searched the road for a landmark that she might be familiar with. "Well, we're currently on McLendon, about two blocks from Moreland, to your right. Moreland's pretty much the main drag through the area, it's got a little of just about everything on it. Are you familiar with any part of town just yet?" He knelt down beside the bench, not wanting to startle her again by getting too close.

[ronanflannery-deactivated201403]

Feeling Things Out {Ronan & Flynn}

[ronanflannery-deactivated201403]

Ronan heard another approaching before he heard the words that grazed his ears, though a smirk was quick to broaden across his lips. “I’ve heard the term tosser used many times before. It’s accurate for the man who is staring at us as if somehow we’ll transform or start emitting colors.” It took less than second for Ronan to identify the other as a Leprechaun — such interesting mythics they were, but incredibly sneaky which meant he’d be on alert for any odd behavior. “But government officials, yes, their names aren’t associated with good things at all, especially now. I’m sure ya’ have seen the news.” If anyone in Atlanta haven’t, they were living under a rock or just plain stupid; this was important, practically revolutionary in the history of supernatural creatures. “I am, ya’, arrived the night of the raid.”

[leprockaun]

Flynn nodded at the Leshy's elaboration on the slang, smirking when he finished. "Y'know, we technically could transform, but I think that might cause just a little bit of a panic." He shrugged, filing the idea away as a party trick for a rainy day. "I don't think they've been associated with good things in a long time, but it's certainly gotten worse of late. Hopefully, though, all that 'containment' business is a thing of the past now." As the other man told him of his recent arrival in town, he extended a hand. "Welcome to the city, then. Name's Flynn Torey." He chuckled softly. "You're telling me you got here the night of the biggest open revolt against government tyranny in the last few hundred years? Gotta say, mate, you've either got the best timing in the world, or the most fucked-up."

[alexstathos]

All In ► Alex and Flynn

Hell. That’s what the past 24 hours had been. Logos was closed for the day…not of his own volition either. The local police department had swarmed it just as soon as the story hit the air waves. They weren’t quite sure what to do with Alex though, because no one could get in contact with Bishop. An emergency injunction had been issued from Washington, stating that all Mythic arrests were to be postponed until further notice. It was the beginning of the end for the camps, and Alex could feel it. So, instead of working, he was sitting outside Logos, almost daring the cops to say something to him. Occasionally one would throw a worried glance in his direction, but he wanted to be there personally to tell his customers why they were closed. “Sorry, no coffee today. The government’s trying to decide if I’m a criminal or not.” 

[leprockaun]

Flynn walked down the sidewalk, still a little numb and confused about everything he'd seen on TV. The raid, the exposure, even the leader of the bunch calling out Bishop live on air. All of it had been like something out of a movie. Things were about to change for the Mythics of the country, and for the first time in forever, it looked like it might actually be for the better. Looking up, he saw a swarm of police cars parked across the street, practically a full squad of uniformed officers milling about uncomfortably. Looking down the sidewalk, he realized why. The leader of the Atlanta Mythics was calmly sitting on a bench outside Logos. He smiled easily at the other man's half-joke. "Better you than me, then. At least you've done some good to balance out anything else." He took a seat on the bench. "Saw you on the telly, mate... What you did? Pretty sure that took the biggest balls on the planet to pull off. Either that, or something's gone off in your head."

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Flynn

[houndingangel-blog]

The way he said he didn’t realize she had lost someone too struck a nerve. He probably thought she wasn’t capable of caring for anyone, that she was just made of stone. If only that were the case life would have been so much easier. Yes, the loss of Sebastian had taken its toll on her and the rest of the staff, as well as those who were close to him. The Mythics were all mourning over the Mythics that were lost in the fight, but nobody gave a second thought to Noah. Angel still continued to berate herself over his death, it took everything out of her not to hurt the person in front of her in rage. “I’m sure you were an ass. But guess what, nobody cares now. He’s dead.” She spat out. “Go ahead, continue to be an ass.”

[leprockaun]

Her anger was practically infectious, and it took him several seconds to be able to formulate a rational response. "Call me crazy, but is it normal where you're from to insult people when they're apologizing?" He took a step forward, his awareness that he was directly confronting a much more powerful person momentarily dulled by his mounting annoyance with her. "You want an ass? How's this: the dead are dead. The people who died in that camp aren't coming back. Maybe if you spent a little less time lashing out at anyone who comes within twenty feet, you'd realize that there's not a damn thing you can do to change that, and try and carry on with your life. I don't know how many people you lost that day, but I'm pretty sure that the best way to honor their memory isn't by wasting the one fucking thing they don't have anymore. Yeah, I'm an ass." He turned and started down the street. "Welcome to the club."

[leprockaun]

Constance, scalpel.

Constance looked down at the razor-edged blade, gently testing its edge with her thumb. The thin red line it left assured her it was the right tool for the job, although it hadn't been easy to procure. She had a long list of favors to pay back, but they wouldn't matter soon. She was no fool; she didn't believe for one second that she'd see her again. At least she wouldn't have to live with what she'd done, wouldn't have to live with any more pain or lost loved ones. She raised the scalpel, trying to will her hands to steadiness. A memory of Izzy rushed back at her, unbidden, and she nearly dropped the instrument as her hand fell back to her side. Before she could change her mind again, she threw the blade into the trash can and shoved the can across the room as far as she could. Death was a release, and not one she deserved. She wouldn't let her friend's sacrifice go wasted.

[missanna-banana]

Fresh Start ► Seth and Flynn

He’d been sitting on the park bench for what seemed like hours. The fresh air and sunlight felt good on his skin, even if the rest of him felt like a giant block of ice. So much death. So many broken and bleeding bodies. It had been horrific. Seth had managed to get out of the warehouse as soon as they’d been given the all clear, and had been wandering the neighborhood since then. There had been no sleep, no shelter… the Sandman really had no idea what to do next. Smiling as a woman chased a wayward puppy down the trail, he shook his head, mentally chastising himself for his thoughts. He couldn’t feel sorry for himself - not after what happened yesterday. Seth had so much to be thankful for - he had his freedom, where so many others did not. “I can scoot over,” he told the person walking near his bench. “If you’d like to sit, that is.” 

[leprockaun]

Flynn had the afternoon free from work, and the thought of going back to his apartment after a week of forced solitude wasn't exactly appealing. It was this logic that caused him to head north instead of south after clocking out, and it wasn't long before he found himself walking along a park pathway. It wasn't especially crowded today, just a few joggers and some people enjoying the brief break from the cold. His senses told him the man just off the pathway ahead was a Mythic, although Flynn had to admit he wasn't sure exactly which kind. Flynn was mildly surprised when he looked up at him and spoke, but he smiled politely and took the offered spot. "Thanks, man," he said as he sat down on the sun-warmed bench. "Not even really sure why I came here today, to be honest." He sat back on the bench, looking around briefly before turning back to the stranger. "Can't say I've seen you around town before. Are you new to the area?"

[ronanflannery-deactivated201403]

Feeling Things Out {Ronan & Flynn}

The wound that a bullet caused within his stomach from the raid was still healing. Though it was significantly better than before. He no longer had to wear a gauze pad across his torso nor did moving in bed provide a difficult challenge. It was walking at a fast pace that gave away any indication that the Leshy had been wounded at all. For he would limp, shifting his weight onto his right foot in hopes to balance out the twinges of pain. Ronan’s interest in Little 5 Points was simply for the impact it was having on the world. It caused the detainment of mythics to cease, a bishop flee with a bounty for his arrest. Times were changing and the mild air of February was inhaled with a deep breath to Ronan’s lungs. “I wonder how long that copper is going ta’ stare at me,” he spoke aloud, peering at a man in uniform across the street. “In Ireland, a person staring too long would be called a plonker.”

[leprockaun]

He had been in town for a month now, and all he knew of the place was home, work, and liquor. Since home currently had all the appeal of a trip through a meat grinder, Flynn decided to take the day and explore his new home, starting with what seemed to be the center of activity, Little 5 Points. He had seen a few familiar faces as he walked the streets, but his senses told him there were several new ones to be found. One such person, a Leshy, was coming up fast, and appeared to be speaking to himself. Flynn started to chuckle at the old slang, but caught himself as he drew up next to the man. "Yeah, and in England, they'd call him a tosser. Here, though, they've managed to summarize all the worst possible connotations that can be heaped upon a person in a simple term: government official." He tossed his head at the cop in question, smiling as he did so. "Don't worry about them, they're toothless for the time being. New to the area, mate?"

[devious-goblin]

An Unusual Feeling || Logan & Flynn

In any normal situation Logan would be milking his wound for all it was worth. He would be bitching and whining to Alex about making him go and blaming the Satyr for the scrape on his arm. It may not have been fatal, but it sure as hell hurt. As much as his personality would have loved to do just this, he couldn’t bring himself to even mention it. Too many had gone down. Too many of them hadn’t come out of the camp. In an odd sort of way the Goblin was glad that he’d gone. Usually he’d have stayed as far away from the fighting as possible, but this time he’d been able to help. Feeling a slight sense of accomplishment, he knocked back yet another shot and motioned at the bartender for another. “I don’t think there’s enough alcohol in the world to numb this city right now.”

[leprockaun]

He had made big plans this morning to Go Out and Be Sociable, maybe even get to know a few more of the local community. His time spent in Criminal Records had completely eradicated those hopes. The store had been hopping today, and when his shift had finally come to an end, his list of priorities had boiled down to Finding Food and Getting in Bed. He pushed open the door to The Vortex and made a beeline for the bar, not even bothering to glance at the menu before the bartender found him. "Double Coronary Bypass, medium, and fries. To-go, please." After paying the girl and mentally daring her to ask how he planned to eat it all, he sank down onto a stool and waited for his mountain of grease and calories to come out. Glancing down the bar, he noticed a Goblin--how quaint, he thought with a twitch of his lips--pounding down shots as fast as he could get them filled. When he spoke, Flynn snorted, raising his voice just enough for the other man to hear. "Tell me about it, brother. It feels like I'm practically tripping over the emotional damage and high-strung nerves." Noting the stiff way he raised his glass, Flynn dragged himself off of the stool and went over several seats until they were close enough for a more personal conversation. "You were there, weren't you? You were part of that big-ass group."

[the-emma-scott]

Fortitude // Emma & Flynn

Emma cursed herself as she walked by the same storefront for the fifth time. She could tell it was the same because her cane hit the plants they had out front in the same exact spot. She was going in circle and felt stupid and overwhelmed. Elliot would be worried, if he was even awake. She’d left a note a note for him that she was going to get some air, having been unable to get any real sleep. The clock had said it was morning sometime, though she didn’t really put in the effort to feel it exactly, just knowing that she wouldn’t sleep anymore than she already had. Sighing she continued walking around Little 5 Points trying not to get frustrated. Usually Elliot and her would walk around a new place a few times for her to get familiar with it but they hadn’t here and now she was lost. It was only at times like these that Emma truly hated being without sight. After another few minutes of walking she found a bench and gingerly sat down in it, setting her cane beside her as she ran a hand over her face, wishing she’d waited for Elliot. 

[leprockaun]

If he had known Atlanta was going to be like this, he would have come years ago. Little 5 Points was one of the few places he'd been that made him feel as though he had a home, rather than just another place to sleep. Waving at the shopkeeper, he stepped out onto the sidewalk and turned, wondering what else he might find of interest. Almost immediately, however, he heard a distinct tap-tap-tap-tap, and turned around to locate the source. It didn't take long to find it: a young woman, obviously blind, was surveying the ground in front of her as she made her way down the sidewalk. She seemed frustrated, and his guess was confirmed as she carefully found a bench and sat down, placing her cane against the bench beside her. Well, he had been looking for interesting... "Excuse me, miss," he said as he placed a hand on the back of the bench, "But is everything alright? I couldn't help noticing, you seem a little...well, lost."

[shane-spencer-blog]

Bittersweet Freedom || Shane & Flynn

Freedom. Somehow this is what being ‘free’ felt like. Shane looked around at his new workplace, wondering just how he felt. There was a sense of numbness filling him, still wrapping him in a cocoon of calm. The calm he had worked so diligently to maintain was holding fast so far, and for that he was grateful. Being around so many humans and Mythics simultaneously would take work, especially as the beast within him constantly threatened to force its way to the surface. He wasn’t that man anymore, though, and he forced a smile to his face as someone entered the library. “Hello, welcome to Fulton County Library. Can I help you find anything?”

[leprockaun]

After staring at the empty bookshelf/nightstand combo for the past month, Flynn had decided it might be time to get some new reading material. Trouble was, how did you decide which books you wanted before you bought them? It had taken him far longer to come to the obvious conclusion than he was comfortable admitting, and he found himself at the Fulton County Library shortly afterward. Looking up at the cheerful greeting, he was surprised to see yet another new Mythic looking back at him. Certainly coming out of the woodwork these days, he thought as he returned the older man's smile. "Well, That all depends. I've been out of the loop for a few years, and I'm looking for something to get me back into literature. Got anything Vonnegut-y?"

[eva-st-james]

Overwhelmed || Eva & Flynn

[eva-st-james]

Her body automatically leaned into him as he placed his arm behind her. It was a reflex, and one she did nothing to correct. A single tear had escaped her firm hold and she wiped it away quickly before he could say anything about it. She was growing weak and she knew it, but somehow the weakness she was gaining also felt like strength. Everything she’d been through, put herself through, only served to make her stronger in the long run. She could handle almost anything if she could handle living with the person she’d created in herself. She could have rolled her eyes when he motioned towards the obvious lump in her belly. Everything was too much for the baby these days, and people treated her like glass. In this situation, though, she wasn’t going to fight it. His words seemed to take them both by surprise, and she realized that there was more truth in them than he probably meant to admit. Curiosity got the better of her, and before she could stop herself she was looking into his eyes and asking a dangerous question. “You act this way now, but can you honestly say you would have given it all up? Would you have stuck around, cleaned up, and become a father?” Somehow the question about the agent and killing him seemed easier than talking about their past. “I’m not sprouting feathers currently, but I have since the prophecy was fulfilled. Flying sure is something else. Yes, though, you would be correct in your assumption. He was the obvious choice and the best way to solve two problems at once.” She kept her voice low as she responded, knowing all too well that it was still dangerous to speak freely about being a Mythic.

[leprockaun]

His arm curled around her shoulders as she leaned into him, so smoothly it might have been rehearsed. He looked down at her just in time to see her hand move from her face, and wisely decided to keep his mouth shut. He had seen plenty of emotion out of the tiny woman beside him, chiefly anger, but seeing her in this particular state had him at a loss for words. Yet again, he felt a stab a guilt for putting her there, and resolved to do whatever he could to make it up to her. Then again, it wasn't every day that you were told about your unborn child from the past, particularly with the woman who ran off and left after only a few days. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering what it was that made her stick in his memory. There had, of course, been others, but all of them fleeting, and  it never lasted longer than the night. So what made this petite Siren so unique? She suddenly turned to face him, her green eyes questioning, and he realized she was speaking to him. Could he really have left it behind to make sure his son or daughter had everything they needed? His own father hadn't deviated from his lifestyle one inch when he was born, instead molding the young man to fit where he wanted. Never once did the old doctor give any thought to his son's desires, and that was something that Flynn could never bear to repeat. "You know how they say you become one of two different kinds of parent? The kind you had, or the kind you didn't? Sob story short, I didn't have the kind of parents who would give up everything for me, and I ran away and haven't looked back in nearly a century. I would do anything if it meant my kid would have the kind of life they needed." He shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed at his uncharacteristic selflessness, and was immensely glad when she presented an opportunity to change the subject. "Yeah, well, good riddance. And even better if it wound up helping you. Just do me a favor, okay? Next time some insane cult threatens your life, drop me a line. I haven't had a real fight in... Sheesh, longer than I'd like to admit. Might be fun to see if I've still got it, y'know?" He nudged her gently, smiling down at her.

[eva-st-james]

Overwhelmed || Eva & Flynn

[eva-st-james]

The more he spoke the more she deflated. The cold bitch that didn’t care about anyone but herself seemed to be further and further away lately. It was all she could do to keep from burying her face in her hands and sobbing. “It was always me. Jessie Maxwell was a different name, a facade, but every bit of her was Eva St. James. I was just a girl stuck in Oklahoma feeling like I needed more than the life of a country bumpkin. I wanted to be famous. I wanted people to adore me. I had that, but it was never my name that got it.” When you give a damn about people. Did that meant he’d given a damn about her? Until recently she hadn’t cared about anyone. Her mind was always trying to figure out how soon she could get back into the limelight. It was always wondering how she could return to the life she’d led and loved. Now, though, all of that had changed. The baby took up most of her thoughts, and when it wasn’t the baby it was worrying about her friends and the danger in which they were all immersed. He was right, too. That was the hardest part for her to swallow. At the time it had seemed easy, like the only option she had. After it was done, though, it had become more difficult living with herself. “What do you want me to say? You’re right. Is that what you want to hear? It’s the truth. There’s nothing I can do about it now. Besides, back then there were too many things going on for me to even consider keeping it. I had to drop form to save my life, and after that was taken care of again I figured you’d have already found a new lay or three and wouldn’t think twice about me.”

[leprockaun]

He watched as she seemed to crumple under the verbal assault, and he'd be damned if it didn't feel good to watch. He set his jaw as he fell silent, waiting to hear the excuses she was bound to toss his way. From the first sentence, however, he knew that this was the truth. He quickly turned towards the street, feeling guilty as he listened to her reasons for what she did. Country bumpkin and doctor's son didn't sound all that different, the way she put it. The only difference was that the only thing people had ever cared about was the Westmoreland name; nobody had even once considered what the person who carried that name might have wanted out of life. The craving for fame had struck him hard, and he'd done his fair share of running away to chase that dream. He let out a slow breath before facing her again, his anger burning out in a flash and leaving him feeling exhausted. He carefully put an arm on the bench behind her, turning his body towards hers. "You don't have to say that, Eva. I know it can't have been easy to live with for these past years, and it was wrong of me to take my frustration out on you. Especially now," he added, nodding down to her belly. "It's not that I just moved on immediately from you. You kinda shook me up a little, kid." He chuckled awkwardly. "I don't know how many of your kind you've slept with, but it's not something you forget too easily. Plus, I'm usually the one out the door in the morning, y'know? I wasn't exactly prepared to be the one left stranded." He shifted uncomfortably. "Besides, you weren't exactly just a lay. I'm a one-night sort of fella, and you sticking around for those couple of days was... well, nice." He felt his cheeks warm slightly, but something itched at the edge of his memory. "Wait, you dropped form?" He lowered his voice so that only she would hear. "I take that to mean, since you're not sprouting feathers, that the world was minus one Solomon agent that night?"

[gaelleva]

Evan Peters photographed by Eric Williams.

[eva-st-james]

Overwhelmed || Eva & Flynn

[eva-st-james]

Seeing the revulsion on his face that mirrored the knot in her stomach nearly caused Eva’s facade to break. She needed to seem unfeeling, needed to put on the act of not caring after so long. It wasn’t true, and she knew that if he looked closely enough he would see the truth in her eyes. Her body was beginning to shake with the effort she was putting forth to seem cold. At the time it had seemed like the best option. The baby would have been unhealthy due to her habits and probably would have had a terrible life with her as a mother. Now, though, she thought about how she could be a mother of three, soon to be four, and her heart ached deep within her. At his mention of changing her name a hidden fear and anger rose up within her like a flame. “Eva was always my name. Jessie was a character, an act, she didn’t exist. I ran to save my life, if you remember, and calling you up would have been too dangerous. Don’t act like it was easy for me. Don’t act like you didn’t love the lifestyle just as much as I did. That decision was the hardest I have ever made, so don’t you dare make light of it.”

[leprockaun]

As soon as he finished talking, he was on his feet, pacing back and forth in front of the bench. He had to find some kind of calm, or he would erupt, and yelling at a pregnant woman would be bad for all included, particularly the baby. Gods, the baby... The baby that would have been theirs. That single though kept him from thinking straight, and he had to bury it for now. His eyes kept flicking back to her as she spoke, noting the shake in her hands. Anger, perhaps? He could match that tenfold. When she started talking about her former name, he sat down close to her. "So, who made the decision? Was it just part of the character, or was that all 'you'? Who did I spend time with? Who did I start to know? I may be scum, but you've always known who I was." He moved away, deflating slightly. "Believe me, Eva, the last thing I want to do right now is make light of anything. I want to shout my lungs out, but that would be bad for the baby. Y'see, when you give a damn about people, you do what's right for them, not you. Do I think it was an easy decision? Hell, no. I just think it was the easiest."

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Flynn

[houndingangel-blog]

The Hellhound didn’t give a flying fuck about what the customers thought. Zane might have something to say about that but at the moment she really couldn’t care. Before he could go into the shop “nobody’s going to ink you there.” She deadpanned. On the front door, there was a tribute written up by the staff for Sebastian. “Can’t you fucking read?” The Hellhound snapped at him. People were dead, good people. The only people who were getting any service today were ones that had scheduled appointments from out of town. Stepping over to where he stood, Angel stood in front of the door glaring at him. 

[leprockaun]

Ignoring her question for the time being, he peered over her shoulder and scanned the paper taped to the door. Sebastian's name wasn't hard to find, and Flynn felt a slight ping of sadness for the fallen Muninn. Looking back to Angel, he dropped the brusque attitude of a few moments ago. "Point of fact, I can. I'm truly sorry, I didn't realize you had also lost someone." He took a step back and looked down slightly, hoping to show her he meant no disrespect. "I only spoke with him once, and I was probably more of an ass than he deserved. I have a bad habit of that," he conceded, bringing his eyes back to hers.

[eva-st-james]

Overwhelmed || Eva & Flynn

[eva-st-james]

The reaction she received was nothing like she’d ever imagined from him. He was the first of those mistakes, and he had been the most difficult. The others had been one night stands, of course. Flynn had only been a few nights, but they’d spent the days together as well. They had gotten along well, wanted the same things, and somehow that made it more difficult. Looking at him now she couldn’t allow her guilt and anguish to show on her face. She put more effort into keeping her expression neutral than she did into remaining still. The slight shake in her hands would betray her if he noticed it, but she tried to keep his gaze trained on her own. “I didn’t find out until after I left. I was long gone before I knew it had happened, and it was dealt with quickly. I didn’t think you’d care. Your lifestyle, the one I’d been living at the time, wouldn’t have been well suited to a child. I haven’t seen you in nearly twenty years, when exactly would I have told you?”

[leprockaun]

He tried to keep his eyes on hers as she explained, but he looked away the second his vision started blurring. She had been pregnant with his child. So what if he'd only known her a few days? He could have changed, he could have been the dad that kids were supposed to have. As her explanation went on, he didn't bother trying to hide the revulsion he felt at how detached she was about it all. Easy for her to be so calm, she had known for almost two decades. "That wasn't just an 'it,' Eva. That would have been our child. As far as me caring, well.." He chuckled bitterly. "We've already covered how qualified you are on that subject." He sat up straighter, the sadness rapidly transmuting to anger. "That's the thing, Eva. Lifestyles change, and it usually happens when there's a family on the way. As for you telling me... You're the one who changed their name. I've been Flynn for the longest I've kept any name besides the first; it's not like you couldn't have looked me up."