Liam Donovan Gerard O'Conner

I'm the Leprechaun, to keep it short and sweet, the son of Lady Luck and the luckiest man on this earth. Stick around! ♧ ♧ (This is an RP and Ask Blog for RotG, running a character of my own creation.)

[lucksonmyside]

Hello Liam. I was wondering, would you ever consider cosplaying the Riddler? I have a feeling you'd be able to play the part very well.

*whispers* I’m sure he would but Liam is busy watching Redline

[lucksonmyside]

I'd be fine just sitting by a heater with you watching a movie or two. I got my Christmas shopping done for whenever you swing by ;)

Do you like watching sad movies? I have a few that would break your heart. Those are always fun to watch, right?

[lucksonmyside]

Hello, Sexy. I haven't seen you on in a while. Can i expect more visits with Christmas coming?

Yeah, sorry about my absence lately. I’ve been kinda busy lying low and preparing some more hideaways. How have you been? I was thinking of swinging by soon and seeing if you wanted to go anywhere fun.

[walkofspiritualjourneys]

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home… and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman’s face turned to one of anger. It was very subtle, it didn’t fully express in her features, but her eyes told all of how upset she was. The conversation between her and her escort seemed to be getting fairly heated. Whatever was being said was obviously not pleasant.

[lucksonmyside]

I carefully set the rifle down on the display table, watching the events outside unfold with some interest. I wondered what they were arguing about. The young woman’s green eyes flashed with her anger and the edges of her fashionable hat quivered as she threw a heated response to her companion. She wasn’t quite facing me, but I could tell that she was beautiful. I carefully picked up the next gun and set to work dusting and polishing it.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman put her hand over her eyes and tried to take a calming breath. After a few deep breaths she removed it and stood up straight. “Take me home.” she said, so clearly anyone who couldn’t hear them could see it in her lips as they formed the words.

[lucksonmyside]

I wondered who they were, wondered if they would come again. Obviously, they had some business to tend to here, but they could easily find another gunsmith to visit. I realized that I was hoping they would come again. The young woman was interesting. She definitely didn’t seem soft spoken, but it didn’t make her any less lady-like.

[inneedofahero]

The man she was arguing with let his shoulders sag as he gentle grabbed her arm and led her to the carriage that was waiting for them. The woman wouldn’t look at him, the subtle reaction speaking volumes to him

[lucksonmyside]

I moved my stool to the other window so I could continue watching them–and start polishing the other guns, of course, but that wasn’t nearly as interesting at the moment. I found myself hoping they would return when the store was open tomorrow.

[inneedofahero]

“Emerance, come on. I didn’t mean it like that.” the man she was with argued as he shifted in his seat to try to get in her line of sight.

“Then enlighten me, Asher. Please. Because it sounds like that I am not intelligent in any sense. What does it even mean when you said ‘for a woman’?” Emerance asked finally making eye contact. “Just because I am a woman, that doesn’t mean I am less intelligent than or any common man. My father has even told me himself that I am more intelligent than he was at my age.”

“Well, your father isn’t the brightest man-” Asher started to counter before cutting himself off upon receiving a dark glare from the woman he was sitting across from.

Emerance had her elbow on the window ledge and was staring Asher down with a very subtle but incredibly harsh look. The subtly of her emotions could put one on edge if needed, and was a trait she had taken from her late mother. “Oh no. Don’t stop on my account. Please continue that thought.” she said in an unsettlingly pleasant voice.

[lucksonmyside]

I watched as the carriage rolled away. Whoever they were, they seemed to be rich. I continued with my work, and when I was finished, the smith entered the shop to look over my work. He seemed satisfied, which was good. I’d gotten a good look at how the weapons were assembled, too. He checked his wristwatch. “I forgot that I’d made an appointment for the young Miss Hartwick to pick up a gun here today. Could you deliver it for me?” He handed me a wooden crate with an address, and I set to it. Ah, it was to a rather large house up on the hill. It would be a bit of a hike to get there.

[inneedofahero]

“You really set her off. Honestly Asher, you should know better.” Emerance’s father scolded after seeing his daughter stalk past him, with anger clear on her face.

“Forgive me, Ernest. I meant no disrespect.“ Asher apologized.

“My dear boy, I require no apology. It is my daughter you must apologize too.” Ernest informed. “And do not try to blame this on society. I have taught her better than to let excuse their trespasses on others.“ He put his hand on Asher’s shoulder. “Asher, you have known her your whole life. Surely you can see why she is upset.”

[lucksonmyside]

I finally reached the road the house was on. Now to get the rest of the way up this damned hill. It probably took me another twenty minutes. When I finally reached the top, I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and check the address again. Silently I cursed the people that lived on this street, that owned this land. I took another breath, then continued on. Eventually, after passing it twice, I found the blasted house. It was tucked away at the end of a long driveway that was lined on both sides with tall, old deciduous trees. The leaves were a deep purple. Walking among them, I felt a little prick of homesickness. It was nice here, I thought, and I took back my grumblings and curses for at least the people in this home. They had good taste, I thought, as I saw the bright grass, lively flowers, and small patches of mushrooms here and there just past the edges of the driveway. When I reached the door, I straightened my jacket, dusted myself off a little, and banged the knocker against the thick, wooden door up front. I hoped they wouldn’t make me wait.

[inneedofahero]

They heard the doorbell ring and steps quickly made the two men turn. “I’ll answer it. After all, it should be simple enough task for a woman.” Emerance commented sharply sending Asher a cold look.

Asher looked at her father. “This isn’t going to be easy to make-up, is it?” he asked as he rubbed his forehead.

“It’s your own fault.” Her father reasoned going to follow his daughter to the door.

Emerance opened the door and brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Yes? May I help you?” she asked politely her bitterness towards Asher seeming invisible to the very handsome man before her. At least, she thought he was very handsome.

[lucksonmyside]

I nodded and held up the crate for inspection, a little surprised to see the young woman again. So she was Hartwick’s daughter, then. I knew he and the gunsmith were good friends. “Yes. I work for Mr. Whittel and he asked me to make a delivery to this address for Miss Hartwick,” I told her. I found myself glad to see her again. And with her fierce green eyes settled on me, I couldn’t help but smile. She was annoyed at someone–I could see it. I dared a glance past her and noted the young man from earlier at the store. It must be him, I realized. I shifted my gaze back to her and my smile widened a little more. Though it wouldn’t have done anything, I was glad that I’d decided against cursing this house in particular. The Hartwick’s had good taste, after all.

[inneedofahero]

Emerance felt herself calm a bit at the mention of the package. “Oh, thank you.” she responded opening the door further. “Let me go get the payment and a tip for you.” she responded stepping back. “Please come in.”

[lucksonmyside]

Hesitantly, I took up her offer and entered the Hartwick home. Honestly, I hadn't expected the invitation. Most times, I was left on the doorstep while the residents retrieved their payment. This was a nice change, though. I looked around at the lavish decorations of the home and wondered just how rich they were.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home… and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman’s face turned to one of anger. It was very subtle, it didn’t fully express in her features, but her eyes told all of how upset she was. The conversation between her and her escort seemed to be getting fairly heated. Whatever was being said was obviously not pleasant.

[lucksonmyside]

I carefully set the rifle down on the display table, watching the events outside unfold with some interest. I wondered what they were arguing about. The young woman’s green eyes flashed with her anger and the edges of her fashionable hat quivered as she threw a heated response to her companion. She wasn’t quite facing me, but I could tell that she was beautiful. I carefully picked up the next gun and set to work dusting and polishing it.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman put her hand over her eyes and tried to take a calming breath. After a few deep breaths she removed it and stood up straight. “Take me home.” she said, so clearly anyone who couldn’t hear them could see it in her lips as they formed the words.

[lucksonmyside]

I wondered who they were, wondered if they would come again. Obviously, they had some business to tend to here, but they could easily find another gunsmith to visit. I realized that I was hoping they would come again. The young woman was interesting. She definitely didn’t seem soft spoken, but it didn’t make her any less lady-like.

[inneedofahero]

The man she was arguing with let his shoulders sag as he gentle grabbed her arm and led her to the carriage that was waiting for them. The woman wouldn’t look at him, the subtle reaction speaking volumes to him

[lucksonmyside]

I moved my stool to the other window so I could continue watching them–and start polishing the other guns, of course, but that wasn’t nearly as interesting at the moment. I found myself hoping they would return when the store was open tomorrow.

[inneedofahero]

“Emerance, come on. I didn’t mean it like that.” the man she was with argued as he shifted in his seat to try to get in her line of sight.

“Then enlighten me, Asher. Please. Because it sounds like that I am not intelligent in any sense. What does it even mean when you said ‘for a woman’?” Emerance asked finally making eye contact. “Just because I am a woman, that doesn’t mean I am less intelligent than or any common man. My father has even told me himself that I am more intelligent than he was at my age.”

“Well, your father isn’t the brightest man-” Asher started to counter before cutting himself off upon receiving a dark glare from the woman he was sitting across from.

Emerance had her elbow on the window ledge and was staring Asher down with a very subtle but incredibly harsh look. The subtly of her emotions could put one on edge if needed, and was a trait she had taken from her late mother. “Oh no. Don’t stop on my account. Please continue that thought.” she said in an unsettlingly pleasant voice.

[lucksonmyside]

I watched as the carriage rolled away. Whoever they were, they seemed to be rich. I continued with my work, and when I was finished, the smith entered the shop to look over my work. He seemed satisfied, which was good. I’d gotten a good look at how the weapons were assembled, too. He checked his wristwatch. “I forgot that I’d made an appointment for the young Miss Hartwick to pick up a gun here today. Could you deliver it for me?” He handed me a wooden crate with an address, and I set to it. Ah, it was to a rather large house up on the hill. It would be a bit of a hike to get there.

[inneedofahero]

“You really set her off. Honestly Asher, you should know better.” Emerance’s father scolded after seeing his daughter stalk past him, with anger clear on her face.

“Forgive me, Ernest. I meant no disrespect.“ Asher apologized.

“My dear boy, I require no apology. It is my daughter you must apologize too.” Ernest informed. “And do not try to blame this on society. I have taught her better than to let excuse their trespasses on others.“ He put his hand on Asher’s shoulder. “Asher, you have known her your whole life. Surely you can see why she is upset.”

[lucksonmyside]

I finally reached the road the house was on. Now to get the rest of the way up this damned hill. It probably took me another twenty minutes. When I finally reached the top, I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and check the address again. Silently I cursed the people that lived on this street, that owned this land. I took another breath, then continued on. Eventually, after passing it twice, I found the blasted house. It was tucked away at the end of a long driveway that was lined on both sides with tall, old deciduous trees. The leaves were a deep purple. Walking among them, I felt a little prick of homesickness. It was nice here, I thought, and I took back my grumblings and curses for at least the people in this home. They had good taste, I thought, as I saw the bright grass, lively flowers, and small patches of mushrooms here and there just past the edges of the driveway. When I reached the door, I straightened my jacket, dusted myself off a little, and banged the knocker against the thick, wooden door up front. I hoped they wouldn’t make me wait.

[inneedofahero]

They heard the doorbell ring and steps quickly made the two men turn. “I’ll answer it. After all, it should be simple enough task for a woman.” Emerance commented sharply sending Asher a cold look.

Asher looked at her father. “This isn’t going to be easy to make-up, is it?” he asked as he rubbed his forehead.

“It’s your own fault.” Her father reasoned going to follow his daughter to the door.

Emerance opened the door and brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Yes? May I help you?” she asked politely her bitterness towards Asher seeming invisible to the very handsome man before her. At least, she thought he was very handsome.

[lucksonmyside]

I nodded and held up the crate for inspection, a little surprised to see the young woman again. So she was Hartwick's daughter, then. I knew he and the gunsmith were good friends. "Yes. I work for Mr. Whittel and he asked me to make a delivery to this address for Miss Hartwick," I told her. I found myself glad to see her again. And with her fierce green eyes settled on me, I couldn't help but smile. She was annoyed at someone--I could see it. I dared a glance past her and noted the young man from earlier at the store. It must be him, I realized. I shifted my gaze back to her and my smile widened a little more. Though it wouldn't have done anything, I was glad that I'd decided against cursing this house in particular. The Hartwick's had good taste, after all.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home… and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman’s face turned to one of anger. It was very subtle, it didn’t fully express in her features, but her eyes told all of how upset she was. The conversation between her and her escort seemed to be getting fairly heated. Whatever was being said was obviously not pleasant.

[lucksonmyside]

I carefully set the rifle down on the display table, watching the events outside unfold with some interest. I wondered what they were arguing about. The young woman’s green eyes flashed with her anger and the edges of her fashionable hat quivered as she threw a heated response to her companion. She wasn’t quite facing me, but I could tell that she was beautiful. I carefully picked up the next gun and set to work dusting and polishing it.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman put her hand over her eyes and tried to take a calming breath. After a few deep breaths she removed it and stood up straight. “Take me home.” she said, so clearly anyone who couldn’t hear them could see it in her lips as they formed the words.

[lucksonmyside]

I wondered who they were, wondered if they would come again. Obviously, they had some business to tend to here, but they could easily find another gunsmith to visit. I realized that I was hoping they would come again. The young woman was interesting. She definitely didn’t seem soft spoken, but it didn’t make her any less lady-like.

[inneedofahero]

The man she was arguing with let his shoulders sag as he gentle grabbed her arm and led her to the carriage that was waiting for them. The woman wouldn’t look at him, the subtle reaction speaking volumes to him

[lucksonmyside]

I moved my stool to the other window so I could continue watching them–and start polishing the other guns, of course, but that wasn’t nearly as interesting at the moment. I found myself hoping they would return when the store was open tomorrow.

[inneedofahero]

“Emerance, come on. I didn’t mean it like that.” the man she was with argued as he shifted in his seat to try to get in her line of sight.

“Then enlighten me, Asher. Please. Because it sounds like that I am not intelligent in any sense. What does it even mean when you said ‘for a woman’?” Emerance asked finally making eye contact. “Just because I am a woman, that doesn’t mean I am less intelligent than or any common man. My father has even told me himself that I am more intelligent than he was at my age.”

“Well, your father isn’t the brightest man-” Asher started to counter before cutting himself off upon receiving a dark glare from the woman he was sitting across from.

Emerance had her elbow on the window ledge and was staring Asher down with a very subtle but incredibly harsh look. The subtly of her emotions could put one on edge if needed, and was a trait she had taken from her late mother. “Oh no. Don’t stop on my account. Please continue that thought.” she said in an unsettlingly pleasant voice.

[lucksonmyside]

I watched as the carriage rolled away. Whoever they were, they seemed to be rich. I continued with my work, and when I was finished, the smith entered the shop to look over my work. He seemed satisfied, which was good. I’d gotten a good look at how the weapons were assembled, too. He checked his wristwatch. “I forgot that I’d made an appointment for the young Miss Hartwick to pick up a gun here today. Could you deliver it for me?” He handed me a wooden crate with an address, and I set to it. Ah, it was to a rather large house up on the hill. It would be a bit of a hike to get there.

[inneedofahero]

“You really set her off. Honestly Asher, you should know better.” Emerance’s father scolded after seeing his daughter stalk past him, with anger clear on her face.

“Forgive me, Ernest. I meant no disrespect.“ Asher apologized.

“My dear boy, I require no apology. It is my daughter you must apologize too.” Ernest informed. “And do not try to blame this on society. I have taught her better than to let excuse their trespasses on others.“ He put his hand on Asher’s shoulder. “Asher, you have known her your whole life. Surely you can see why she is upset.”

[lucksonmyside]

I finally reached the road the house was on. Now to get the rest of the way up this damned hill. It probably took me another twenty minutes. When I finally reached the top, I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and check the address again. Silently I cursed the people that lived on this street, that owned this land. I took another breath, then continued on. Eventually, after passing it twice, I found the blasted house. It was tucked away at the end of a long driveway that was lined on both sides with tall, old deciduous trees. The leaves were a deep purple. Walking among them, I felt a little prick of homesickness. It was nice here, I thought, and I took back my grumblings and curses for at least the people in this home. They had good taste, I thought, as I saw the bright grass, lively flowers, and small patches of mushrooms here and there just past the edges of the driveway. When I reached the door, I straightened my jacket, dusted myself off a little, and banged the knocker against the thick, wooden door up front. I hoped they wouldn't make me wait.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home… and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman’s face turned to one of anger. It was very subtle, it didn’t fully express in her features, but her eyes told all of how upset she was. The conversation between her and her escort seemed to be getting fairly heated. Whatever was being said was obviously not pleasant.

[lucksonmyside]

I carefully set the rifle down on the display table, watching the events outside unfold with some interest. I wondered what they were arguing about. The young woman’s green eyes flashed with her anger and the edges of her fashionable hat quivered as she threw a heated response to her companion. She wasn’t quite facing me, but I could tell that she was beautiful. I carefully picked up the next gun and set to work dusting and polishing it.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman put her hand over her eyes and tried to take a calming breath. After a few deep breaths she removed it and stood up straight. “Take me home.” she said, so clearly anyone who couldn’t hear them could see it in her lips as they formed the words.

[lucksonmyside]

I wondered who they were, wondered if they would come again. Obviously, they had some business to tend to here, but they could easily find another gunsmith to visit. I realized that I was hoping they would come again. The young woman was interesting. She definitely didn’t seem soft spoken, but it didn’t make her any less lady-like.

[inneedofahero]

The man she was arguing with let his shoulders sag as he gentle grabbed her arm and led her to the carriage that was waiting for them. The woman wouldn’t look at him, the subtle reaction speaking volumes to him

[lucksonmyside]

I moved my stool to the other window so I could continue watching them–and start polishing the other guns, of course, but that wasn’t nearly as interesting at the moment. I found myself hoping they would return when the store was open tomorrow.

[inneedofahero]

“Emerance, come on. I didn’t mean it like that.” the man she was with argued as he shifted in his seat to try to get in her line of sight.

“Then enlighten me, Asher. Please. Because it sounds like that I am not intelligent in any sense. What does it even mean when you said ‘for a woman’?” Emerance asked finally making eye contact. “Just because I am a woman, that doesn’t mean I am less intelligent than or any common man. My father has even told me himself that I am more intelligent than he was at my age.”

“Well, your father isn’t the brightest man-” Asher started to counter before cutting himself off upon receiving a dark glare from the woman he was sitting across from.

Emerance had her elbow on the window ledge and was staring Asher down with a very subtle but incredibly harsh look. The subtly of her emotions could put one on edge if needed, and was a trait she had taken from her late mother. “Oh no. Don’t stop on my account. Please continue that thought.” she said in an unsettlingly pleasant voice.

[lucksonmyside]

I watched as the carriage rolled away. Whoever they were, they seemed to be rich. I continued with my work, and when I was finished, the smith entered the shop to look over my work. He seemed satisfied, which was good. I'd gotten a good look at how the weapons were assembled, too. He checked his wristwatch. "I forgot that I'd made an appointment for the young Miss Hartwick to pick up a gun here today. Could you deliver it for me?" He handed me a wooden crate with an address, and I set to it. Ah, it was to a rather large house up on the hill. It would be a bit of a hike to get there.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home… and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman’s face turned to one of anger. It was very subtle, it didn’t fully express in her features, but her eyes told all of how upset she was. The conversation between her and her escort seemed to be getting fairly heated. Whatever was being said was obviously not pleasant.

[lucksonmyside]

I carefully set the rifle down on the display table, watching the events outside unfold with some interest. I wondered what they were arguing about. The young woman’s green eyes flashed with her anger and the edges of her fashionable hat quivered as she threw a heated response to her companion. She wasn’t quite facing me, but I could tell that she was beautiful. I carefully picked up the next gun and set to work dusting and polishing it.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman put her hand over her eyes and tried to take a calming breath. After a few deep breaths she removed it and stood up straight. “Take me home.” she said, so clearly anyone who couldn’t hear them could see it in her lips as they formed the words.

[lucksonmyside]

I wondered who they were, wondered if they would come again. Obviously, they had some business to tend to here, but they could easily find another gunsmith to visit. I realized that I was hoping they would come again. The young woman was interesting. She definitely didn’t seem soft spoken, but it didn’t make her any less lady-like.

[inneedofahero]

The man she was arguing with let his shoulders sag as he gentle grabbed her arm and led her to the carriage that was waiting for them. The woman wouldn’t look at him, the subtle reaction speaking volumes to him

[lucksonmyside]

I moved my stool to the other window so I could continue watching them--and start polishing the other guns, of course, but that wasn’t nearly as interesting at the moment. I found myself hoping they would return when the store was open tomorrow.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home… and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman’s face turned to one of anger. It was very subtle, it didn’t fully express in her features, but her eyes told all of how upset she was. The conversation between her and her escort seemed to be getting fairly heated. Whatever was being said was obviously not pleasant.

[lucksonmyside]

I carefully set the rifle down on the display table, watching the events outside unfold with some interest. I wondered what they were arguing about. The young woman’s green eyes flashed with her anger and the edges of her fashionable hat quivered as she threw a heated response to her companion. She wasn’t quite facing me, but I could tell that she was beautiful. I carefully picked up the next gun and set to work dusting and polishing it.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman put her hand over her eyes and tried to take a calming breath. After a few deep breaths she removed it and stood up straight. “Take me home.” she said, so clearly anyone who couldn’t hear them could see it in her lips as they formed the words.

[lucksonmyside]

I wondered who they were, wondered if they would come again. Obviously, they had some business to tend to here, but they could easily find another gunsmith to visit. I realized that I was hoping they would come again. The young woman was interesting. She definitely didn't seem soft spoken, but it didn't make her any less lady-like.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home… and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[inneedofahero]

The young woman’s face turned to one of anger. It was very subtle, it didn’t fully express in her features, but her eyes told all of how upset she was. The conversation between her and her escort seemed to be getting fairly heated. Whatever was being said was obviously not pleasant.

[lucksonmyside]

I carefully set the rifle down on the display table, watching the events outside unfold with some interest. I wondered what they were arguing about. The young woman’s green eyes flashed with her anger and the edges of her fashionable hat quivered as she threw a heated response to her companion. She wasn’t quite facing me, but I could tell that she was beautiful. I carefully picked up the next gun and set to work dusting and polishing it.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[inneedofahero]

The young woman, of maybe 19 passed the store, lightly frowning when she saw the closed sign. The young man next to her, presumably her escort, pulled out a pocket watch and checked the time. Stopping in front of the store to converse with her.

Her long dark hair was pulled up into a neat elegant style which was then hidden by a nice hat with tasteful cloth flowers on it. She was dressed in green, which seemed to make her green eyes stand out vividly. She had a warm look in her eyes as she talked with the man next to her.

[lucksonmyside]

They were the first of the morning to actually spend any length of time in front of the shop, so I discreetly watched them while I finished polishing up the rifle I held in my hands. I liked the color of her dress. It reminded me of home... and Mother. I figured I should probably contact her soon. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years now. Idly I wondered if either my mentor or my mother missed me.

I considered opening the door to tell the two that the shop would be opening up again at the usual time tomorrow, but they seemed like they were on a schedule, and I didn’t want to get their hopes up that I would be opening the doors up for them.

[lucksonmyside]

Yeah, I would turn on music but it would require headphones and someone else is in the room with me and i don't want to be disrespectful

I guess just file those songs away for future reference, then. And so! Would you like to delve into my story? *eyes glistening with the ghost of my past*

It all began on a summery day in the June of 1886, as I made my way through the prosperous city of London. I’d managed to find some work at a local gunsmith’s, though I was only there to clean and man the place when the owners stepped out. That day, the shop was closed while Mr. Hampton worked with the newest model. I sat on a stool by the shop window, polishing the wares we had on display there, and watched the folk who passed by on their morning business. Secretly, I inspected each gun, trying to figure out how to use it without ever trying it. If I got Mr. Hampton to like me, maybe he would take me to the range one day. I had to admit, it would be handy to know how to properly use these weapons. At the very least, figuring this out on my own might score points with my mentor.It was probably about ten o’clock, judging by the clock’s ringing in the distance, when I saw her.

(Still leaving the mentor unnamed for suspenseful reasons.)

[lucksonmyside]

through Medicines yes. And I haven't heard the entire song of Uptown Funk. The song itself i'm sure is fine but personally it's not one i'd put on my iPod and listen to on repeat. Not Like Fire and Fury by Skillet.

Hmm, careful where you tread, love. You’re bringing up some unpleasant memories with that one. 

Melissa is currently listening to Irresistible by Fall Out Boy and insists that I should listen to it. I think I would rather listen to Gravelwalk though.

[lucksonmyside]

It is actually acid reflux. *Puffs chest out in victory of song lyric war*

Fine, I’ll concede. I was quoting Uptown Funk, but I didn’t put much effort into it.  Acid reflux! So can they help you get rid of the goose call?

[lucksonmyside]

I am yes. My voice has returned almost to 100% and we finally have figured out the source of my goose call

That’s good news! What is it, Oh Goosened One?

[lucksonmyside]

Did you just rickrole me? Very well, time to break out something a little more powerful: I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me. I still feel your touch in my dreams. Forgive me my weakness but i don't know why. Without you it's hard to survive. Cause everytime we touch i get this feeling and everytime we kiss i swear i can fly. can't you feel my heart beat fast, i want this to last. need you by my side.

*pfft!* Oh gosh it took me a second to realize what you did there. *cough*

Doh.

Doh do-doh, doh do-doh, doh doh.