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[info]transformative

There was the scraping sound in the piles of dead leaves on the lavish veranda.

Who: Eli Csontos ([info]adepthands) and Cian Andley ([info]transformative)
What: Occasionally Cian actually does his job.
Where: No. 9
When: Tuesday, March 15th
Warnings: TBA. Prooobably low.

And occasionally the bright sound of broken glass. )

[info]transformative

Who: Jack [info]mightaswelljump, Cian [info]transformative and some hapless NPCs
What: Sink or swim time, infants! Time for two baby Librarians-to-be to get a taste of the real world, courtesy of Cian and Jack.
When: Early afternoon, Friday February 25th (if that's alright with you, Clark!)
Where: Some horribly sketchy area somewhere
Warnings: Language, violence, awesomeness

six long months i spent in quincy six long months doing nothing at all six long months i spent in quincy learning to dance for flannigan's ball )

[info]transformative

Who: Cal Biship & Cian Andley
What: After the aftermath of the consequences of Cian being Cian.
When: Backdated! Somewhere in the weekend of the 28-30 of January.
Where: Some bar.
Warnings: TBA/None

a conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split )

[info]memento_vivere

Who: Cal Bishop ([info]memento_vivere) [Narrative; mentions Cian Andley ([info]transformative)]
What: All part of the job.
Where: Library compound, London
When: Backdated to Saturday, 15 January 2011
Warnings: Cian Andley's punishment at the hands of a pyrokinetic.

Now that it's done, I'm glad it's over. )

[info]immoveable

Who: Cian Andley & Leo Gryffiths
What: Aftermath of the Nina-debacle
Where: Haven - Leo's study
When: Tuesday night.

Haven was made of walls of heavy stone, thick enough to cradle the lives of so many needy within them. )

[info]immoveable

Backdated to day of Nina's beating

It is a phone-call rather than the reaching out to shove the metaphorical shoulder's of another's mind - that would come easily, all too easily when magic surges and heaves like an uncontained tide in his veins and makes the room dizzy if everything is sitting where it should be. It is a phone call and Gryff counts the rings as he eases a hissing breath past his teeth and adjusts where his knee ought to be - pulpy mess and mass of bone and flesh and his fingers twitch against the desk. Pick up, pick up. There's only one person Gryff could be calling -- an Andley is his port in a storm, regardless of magic unquenched and unsatisfied. It is only an Andley that could help resolve all that needs it. As soon as the handset clicks - someone on the other end picking up, Gryff's speaking - heavy with pain and snap-quick the way it always is.

"Cian."

[info]immoveable

Who: Cian Andley & Leo Gryffiths
What: The solemn & serious & possibly very drunk: discussion of a curse.
When: Well over twenty years ago.
Where: The Library. Then a less than salubrious drinking establishment.
Warnings: Possibly language. Probably punching, if Cian is a twit.

Mindless substitutiary locomotion denoted the place as his )