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@notjustbanshee
"You see the hair, you hear the brogue and you think the entertainment's arrived. But here's the truth of it...I'm a bastard."
Rather Canon divergent Sean Cassidy formally of the X-Men.
Exploring themes of: redemption and resurrection. starting over. battling demons, facing your past.
[also available are The Family of Cassidy Keep. the fae that inhabit the Keep]
[Crossover/OC friendly. Over 12 years RP experience. 18+ to interact]
Guidelines || Sean Cassidy || The Family
"You see the hair, you hear the brogue and you think the entertainment's arrived. But here's the truth of it...I"m a bastard."
Rather Canon divergent Sean Cassidy formally of the X-Men.
Exploring themes of: redemption and resurrection. starting over. battling demons, facing your past.
[also available are The Family of Cassidy Keep. the fae that inhabit the Keep]
[Crossover/OC friendly. Over 12 years RP experience. 18+ to interact]
Guidelines || Sean Cassidy || The Family
The bar is more a small Irish pub. Nothing fancy about it, no big lighted sign, no five star reviews on yelp. If one didn't know where it was, or someone who was a regular, it was likely to never be found. And Beth liked it that way. Proinsias had introduced himself as owner and somehow, years later, Beth finds herself occasionally behind the bar when hands are short and in great demand. Of course, no one knew about the reasons the vampire couldn't always be in attendance and Beth had never quite been able to say no to him. The few souls that populate the place tonight are almost to a man locals and frequent guests. Some are quietly nursing their pain and their whiskey. Others are gathered socially, listening to various songs on the jukebox and watching some game or another on the old televisions mounted to the ceiling struts, but nothing is so loud that one can't have a civilised conversation of their choosing. So the face that stands out is the only one that's new to her. He's handsome in a tragic way, maybe a more lively sort of Van Gogh self-portrait, except he has both ears. He also has sat there, not drinking, for a while now and Beth cannot help herself. Pain sometimes calls out to pain and if she isn't hearing its song now, then her disorder is only getting it worse. She fixes on a bright smile, the light gleaming in green eyes, and turns to the man. "Like, I know pourin' out ya troubles t' ya bartender is really cliche an' all, but if it helps, I got all night."
@notjustbanshee
"If I actually drink this..." he starts, pausing to look up at Beth. For a moment he forgets the rest of his words, but comes back to himself quick enough. "I'll be breaking a two year streak."
Sean runs a shaky hand through his hair, before picking up the glass and putting it back down again. It would be so easy to have this, and then half a dozen afterwards, and forget all about the situation that got him in this damn bar to begin with.
He draws in a breath, leaning back away from the bar before letting it out. It's clear in his expression that he wants to get something off his mind.
"You ever try to walk away from something, but no one will let you?"
"i know," eurydice admitted at his chiding. she knew better than to cut through woods she didn't know. all sorts could be lurking in the shadows and she would have no idea if she wasn't on guard. and she hadn't been. her professor would be so upset with her if he knew.
but then there was the fact that this man clearly wasn't just a man. and that set the gears in her brain turning enough that she straightened a little bit, shedding some of her fear. "i study dryadology at cambridge." it was a difficult concentration to explain to anyone who didn't know. most often this just assumed it was a branch of folklore. he seemed like he understood. she wouldn't have to explain much. "we're uh, we're exposed."
he still seemed to think there was something to worry about. she hadn't missed her companion's glance behind him. "should we be worried about that coming back?"
"Dryadology? Wait that's really a thing?" Kelson seemed a bit more surprised than a normal person might. In fact part of him seemed almost giddy at the idea of it. "I'd love to sit in on a class like that!"
Kelson looked around the forest where they were standing, and shrugged. "Anywhere in this forest has you exposed really. But if you with the right person you'll be fine. Lucky for you? I'm actually the right person."
This short man who seemed so normal and ordinary also seemed to very sure of himself. "Oh no, if he knows what's good for him, he will be staying away. So are you here for your studies?"
she wasn't sure she believed his casual tone, but alice was willing to give the stranger a little trust and leeway for now. random people coming out of the woods weren't on her personal list of trusted individuals, but kindess didn't go unnoticed either.
"yeah, i am. it's a hobby." she wasn't sure whether she really got to call herself an artist. she drew, she painted and she knew it wasn't bad, but she also wasn't professional either. "it is inspiring. it's really beautiful. i've never seen anything like it."
That was it, that was what was drawing Kelson closer to Alice. And what he knew he had to protect her from. Something else could have stepped out of that forest, something not as nice.
"Oh yeah? Can I see what you're working on?" He moved closer, but still did it slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her. "It is pretty beautiful out here, can't like about that."
he knew the man quite well, close enough to be called friends. seeking him out was nothing strange. coming to his door - just shy of knocking on it, before the man notices his presence. he's good at that, sensing when someone is at the door before they need to reach out & tap their knuckles against it. he's searching for a reason that LOGAN is there. though, there is no good reason. he simply needed to get away for a bit, seeking out the company of someone that could string words together.
shrugging for a moment, he chides. ❝ needed to make sure you didn't work yourself to death in here. ❞ the other didn't often leave his office, keeping himself in there for long hours. surrounding himself with paperwork, he so rarely left the lamp that illuminated the room. ❝ do you mind if i come in? ❞ standing in front of the doorway still, there is chairs inside of his office. he didn't want to leave on a dime. he planned on giving him some company - even if it was only for a little while. something to distract him from work. perhaps, he would ask about the things he had seen in those files. confidential at best, but ... he was WOLVERINE - he classified as someone able to hear that information. it wasn't their status as friends at play, but rather their status as coworkers.
"Aww hell Logan I didn't know you cared" Sean said with a heavy amount of teasing in his tone. He moved aside and motioned for the other man to step in. He went back over to his desk and fell into the chair with a long sigh.
"I didn't think there would be so much paperwork involved in owning a business. I should have hired someone for all this I guess."
He laughed lightly and set his gaze back to Logan. "I'd ask if you have been staying out of trouble, but I figure I might already know the answer."
It was bound to happen eventually. Someone from the team was going to find him, and they were going to try to make contact. The conversation would be awkward, bordering on infuriating. Sean would get fed up, and hang up on them. He was done with them, but they just wouldn't leave him alone. There was nothing they could say to get him back into that outfit.
Usually he bounced back from such a situation, he would go for a run, or down to the gym. This time though, it hit him at a time where he was already a little raw. There was no bouncing back.
He had been sitting at the bar now for over an hour, which is also how long that double of whiskey had been sitting in front of him. Untouched. Sometimes he would pick up the glass, watch how his hand trembled, and then put it back down. Sean was determined to win this battle.
@brooklynislandgirl
@notjustbanshee sent “you can’t be here.” (Kelson)
alice sat in the grass, her SHIELD jacket resting on the ground next to her. she was off duty, and they were set to leave in the morning. right now though, she was trying to take some time to herself and sketch the beautiful landscape. whenever she was here, she could see why her mother had loved it here so much and wanted to bring her to see it. they hadn't gotten that chance together, but she still felt connected to her. she looked into the edges of the forrest, the shadows enticing her, but not enough to draw her in. she was a city girl through and through. she had enough survival instinct to distrust the woods though. she started to stand as someone emerged from the darkness, his voice deep. "hey, i didn't know this was anyone's land. i'm sorry." she didn't want to step on anyone's toes. genuinely, she wasn't looking for any trouble.
Kelson stopped a few feet in front of the woman, letting a disarming smile curl his lips before saying anything else. "It's alright, not like there's flag or anything. Don't get up on my account."
He took a few steps closer, his gaze on the girl curious but nothing more than that. "So you're an artist? It can be kind of inspiring around here."
@notjustbanshee // from here
She'd heard that line before. Too many times, in fact, yet it always seemed like once she got to explaining herself things got complicated. Especially the finer details of the world she'd come from and the life she'd lived since...
Sighing, Clarice picked up a pebble, worrying it between her fingers. "I guess for starters, it's probably pretty obvious I'm not from around here. Timeline-wise. Sorta like Bishop's situation, the timeline I come from is different. But instead of him coming back in time to try and stop it, somebody coming back in time is what created mine." She huffed softly. "People just can't help but meddle."
Sean watched Clarice, keeping a bit more than a friendly distance from the girl for the moment. It was taking a bit of getting used to, seeing her.
"Maybe a bit yeah" he said with a soft chuckle to his words. "I figured it was a timeline situation, I just had no idea it was like that. I've learned that meddling only causes more issues. I try to do it less myself."
He took a step or two closer, letting something soft drop into his tone.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Protector/Protectee “you’re going to get yourself hurt.” (Max and Sean)
“I’m fine.” Grunted as she continues whaling on a punching bag, not seeming like she plans on stopping any time soon. Max has already been going at it for a while, now. She really should stop, take a break, take a breather, get some water—she doesn’t. Instead, she’s taking her hellish week out on this poor, innocent punching bag, and the longer she goes for, the more her form slips.
Hurting herself is an inevitability, at this point.
But she already knows that, and she doesn’t need some guy thinking he knows better than her coming in here and sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong. She doesn’t need ‘how to properly use a punching bag’ mansplained to her by some jackass just because she doesn’t have a dick. Fuck him, fuck this…fuck everything, honestly.
Her next hit is hard enough, sloppy enough, that she thinks she might actually feel something crack. She’s quick to pull her hand away with a curse—”Motherfucker!”—and shake it out, before holding it to her chest. The man is shot a dark glare, just daring him to say ‘I told you so’. “Not a fucking word.”
@notjustbanshee (x)
Sean wasn't going to argue with Max on this one. Sure he could have continued, he could have corrected her on her form. But it was pretty easy to tell that wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to hear. So for the moment he kept his mouth shut.
He heard the crack and winced. There was a brief moment where he wanted to speak up, but that look cut him off. He took a step away from the bag, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Not one, nothing to say. But at least let me have a look at that, yeah?"
THE GYM WAS A LOCATION HE WAS FAMILIAR WITH, a place to test strength - he used it rather frequently. wanting to know his limits, though that was not the intentions tonight. the lights of the gym were already dim. not intended for use, not unless he wished to turn the blinding lights back on full blast. no, he was looking for someone in specific. the lights of the office still illuminating the top of the area. just where he thought he would find him.
there is no surprises to be had, he smells the man before he comes into his sight - a familiar scent. not one that takes him off - guard. the man seems to be expecting him, no shock on either side. ❝ i knew you'd be here - you're a workaholic. it's alright to leave the office sometimes. won't disappear if you leave it be for a little while. ❞ he quips, knowing that the man was rarely caught dead away from his precious office. it was a sanctuary to him, a place he could get away from it all.
Sean chuckles lightly at Logan's response. Because there are a handful of people that know why Sean does what he does, what he struggles with. Logan just happens to be one of them.
He makes his way down the stairs, slowly, one at a time. Finally unfolding his arms, his body language slipping into something a bit more casual.
"And why are you darkening my door tonight? Not that I mind seeing an old friend."
Starter Call
Hit that heart for a starter from one of the Family of Cassidy Keep.
eurydice found being out in nature the most calming state. she'd been raised out in the middle of nowhere, she knew there were always things out there that could get her, but she'd gotten comfortable assuming she knew how to deal with snakes and even wolves and bears if the emergency arose. it lead to her feeling comfortable even in the forests of a country she wasn't as familliar with.
she took the path through the woods to clear her head after spending the morning revising at the local coffee shop. she just wanted to be somewhere where she could enjoy herself. of course, enjoying herself in the woods also lead to her thinking about her studies. she was deep enough in thought she didn't hear the trees rustling around her. she snapped out of it when she heard a voice booming behind her.
eurydice spun around quickly, eyes wide. she stepped back looking at the man, or at least she thought he was a man. there was something about him that scared her though. she looked at him, and the air glittering in front of him and the quickly fading form. she gulped, and gripped the strap of her bag tightly. she wasn't sure whether or not to run. she didn't even know which direction to run, the way she'd come or the way she was going. "where did you come from?," she asked, voice shaking a little.
As the shimmering being disappeared the air around them seemed to lose some of it's tension. Kelson turned to face the girl, his smiling lighting up a touch more when their gazes met.
"Lucky for you I needed to take a walk!" He took a half step closer, wagging his finger at Eurydice. "You shouldn't be out here young lady."
He furrowed his brow, trying to appear angry, but with his stature and the glint in his eye it was more comical than anything else. Kelson was trying to be disarming, but he was starting to feel like he didn't need to be that much.
"Hey, you didn't faint..." he starts walking a circle around her, still keeping a safe distance. "And your pants are dry"
Kelson glances behind him to where the strange being was, and then back to Eurydice.
"Have you done this before?"
"I don't think he holds any grudges towards you . When you have a lot of people with different views things get heated sometimes"
Sean eyed Logan a long moment before answering. He was trying to figure him out, to see if there was an angle. There was almost always an angle. It annoyed him that Logan was such a hard read.
"I think things got far beyond heated. Please tell me you aren't here to try to get me to come back, because you're wasting your time"
General Sentences, Vol. 24
(Assorted original sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"See? That wasn't so difficult!"
"Go to your room!"
"What will you be wearing tonight?"
"It's been a long time. Too long."
"Did someone put you up to this?"
"How am I going to do this without you?"
"Is your job always like this?"
"I hope I made you proud."
"I told you we'd meet again."
"You've been hiding from me, haven't you?"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Don't even think about telling me to calm down!"
"I have said I'm sorry!"
"Do you have a family?"
"Do I have to join in?"
"That must have cost a fortune!"
"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"You can't run forever."
"If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it."
"When I want your advice, I'll ask for it!"
"Which side of the bed would you prefer?"
"Please don't touch that!"
"Why do you have to control everything?"
"You can't stay away from me, can you?"
"Why don't you come back to my place for a cup of tea?"
"Wouldn't you like to play with the other children?"
"Innocent men don't resist arrest."
"We have nothing to say to each other!"
"I'm right, of course. I always am."
"This time you've really disappointed me."
"Are you sick or something?"
"Would you like some breakfast?"
"Put that away before you break something!"
"I hope you like spicy food!"
"I don't know what I would do without you."
"That cat's out of the bag now."
"Do you just make these things up?"
"You're a very suspicious person."
"I'm feeling a little attacked right now."
"I suppose you have good reason for making me look like a liar?"
"I want tonight to be one of those moments that will stay with you for a long time."
you wouldn't believe me if i told you.
"Considering what I've been through in my life? You'd be surprised girlie, go on then."
