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Miniver Cheevy ([info]miniver) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-12-30 01:27:00

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Entry tags:liam brennan, miniver cheevy

WHO: Liam Brennan and Miniver Cheevy
WHAT: Meeting the family!
WHERE: Liam's place
WHEN: Tonight
Warnings: This looks to develop more or less like an episoide of Looney Tunes. Otherwise, unless they end up in a porn shop, god only knows.

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It's not long before Miniver arrives at Liam's flat. He's a bit nervoius, to be honest -- the only members of his mother's family he's seen since he was 8 or so are his brother and nephew, and they'd been raised Cheevy if not born. Liam had seemed a nice enough chap, but Miniver still harbored reservations from his time spent knowing his mother.

Finally,l after milling about on the front stoop for a few minutes with a cigarette, he works up the courage to actually knock.


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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 12:41 am UTC (link)
Liam was aware of the mousey man at his doorstep, pacing around and working up the balls to knock. In fact, he found it rather amusing. Just to be a bit of an arse, however, he didn't answer his door. He simply teleported behind Miniver, with his arms crossed behind his back, head tilted to one side. He'd taken off his trench and scarf since lunch and parfait-time with Delirium, and was wearing a modest-but-tight black, long sleeve shirt, a pair of equally tight black denim slacks, and a pair of cowboy boots.

If he weren't so godawfully short, he might have been perceived as menacing. As it was, he was a scruffy vagrant that said, "Boo!" Behind Miniver, giving a cheeky grin.

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 12:44 am UTC (link)
Miniver leaps a good foot and a half off the ground and squeaks like a mouse in a trap. He spins around and, for a split seconf, tries to actually look fierce. It fails utterly, and he gives it up as soon as he sees what can only be blood from his own tree.

"Jesus! Don't DO that! I have a sort of delicate constitution or something!"

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 12:53 am UTC (link)
"But you make such a wonderful sound when I do it!" Laughed Liam, who offered an apology by way of a hug. He smelled vaguely of clover and more of the dirty side streets of Manchester and whiskey. "Come on in, mate, got a real nice layout, compared to me room at the boardin' house back home." He opened the door and swept in, arm still around his relative's shoulders, fingers curled around his upper arm just slightly.

It was a dump. But it was a homey dump. The drywall was cracking and peeling off the wooden slats that made up the walls, and the carpet was beyond stained. There was no electricity, but there were candles lighting every corner of the room. The couch looked utterly ruined, as if it had endured twenty years of sleeping, sitting, and jumping on. The table was devoid of anything but two bottles of whiskey. Liam figured family didn't need glasses. Even posh family.

"Ain't me mess, so I ain't sorry for it."

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 01:00 am UTC (link)
"It's far from the worst I've seen. Heh, if you coulda seen some of the places back in LA we woke up some mornings..." Miniver grins, still nervous, still shy, but apparently hav ing decided Liam is an okay sort of guy. It may be something half instinctive -- something of a he just smells right subconscious trick.

He accepts the hug with the typical awkwardness of someone who wants to return it but is never entirely sure how. The whiskey is a welcome sight. He grabs a bottle and flops into one of the well-used couches, looking like he's entirely eithin his native environment.

The Cheevys were clearly never a family with money, and what came with the Brennans to America quickly turned into mountain trash, too.

"It's a nice place. Maybe a little dusting, it'd be great." He takes a drink. "So. You're sort of more or less from this world, huh?"

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 01:09 am UTC (link)
"More or less. Ain't from Mars or sommat." He dropped unceremoniously into the couch, and levitated the bottle to his hand, grasping it and letting it uncap itself. "Been elsewhere, tho', lived Under-the-Hill quite a while, so what's touched the plush green grasses of Avalon's belongs to Avalon. Most everything of me, in that case." He took a drink of the whiskey. He looked over at Miniver. "You ain't got no LA accent." He pointed out.

He raised one brow, before his smile tilted into a sly smile. "You were one'a the New York ones, weren't ye?

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 01:12 am UTC (link)
It takes him a moment to nod -- it's been a while since he saw someone so casually use magic.

"Yeah -- lived up in the mountains there for 24 years, then in a bar for one or two before I moved to LA with Pickles. Stayed there with him and travelled the world in the meantime until we landed here." Pause. "That... that was cool. Um. Yeah, I did want to find my family. Roots and all, sort of thing. Not that I care especially for them, but one gets curious, for the sake of the kids if nothing else." He pauses again to drink. "Do you mean THE Avalon?"

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 01:19 am UTC (link)
Liam's eyes got wide when he listened to Miniver's story. But he was asked a question, so his questions could wait. He bit back the desire to blurt out his myriad of questions about America, about California and New York and all the interesting things.

He nodded, "S'right, Avalon proper. Underhill Home. Had me classes there, like. Well, what ain't the three Rs, a'least. Silly sods this side of the Veil've got quite a temper when they find out they's got a real wizard in their class, primary class-years." He took another swig of whiskey, shrugging one shoulder. "So what's America like? Is everyone fat there?" His eyes went wide in wonderment, "Is they like, all slackjaw patriots what love the wars and oil and all that bollocks? Does they all have guns? Is there really gold paved roads to freedom?"

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 01:24 am UTC (link)
Miniver gives Liam a long look before doubling over laughing.

"Are you SERIOUS? No! I mean, a little, but only in the deep South, and some parts of the North. Only where the majority of the population is below the poverty line, okay, so yeah, a lot, but not all of it." But the silliness of Liam's questions is forgotten in favor of Avalon. "So... REAL Avalon. Are we descended from Merlin or something? Is it just you who does magic? I got it from a wish ring, right, like I said, but... okay, so are you saying I could have done it anyway? Can my daughter do it? What was it like THERE?"

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 01:30 am UTC (link)
"Nonono, don't change the subject!!" Liam said, still wide eyed. He honestly didn't know. "Avalon's a lot like here, 'cept they ain't got electricity like we does. They runs things on magic. The whole Brennan family's wizards, 'cept for the Yank side, my gram's sis or some bloody thing swore off wizardry in favor for," and here he used fingerquotes," 'Proper Life' and likely didn't tell her family 'bout it. We all got the gift, ain't like it goes away just 'cause you ain't in the know 'bout it." He patted his pockets down and pouted, "You got a fag, mate?" He asked, before rifling back further response, "We ain't descended from Merlin, fuck no. We's descended from some fool couple what the father's side were of Avalon itself, and we been family friends with Oberon's family since 'fore we was usin' metal."

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 01:33 am UTC (link)
"I am a--oh." Miniver blushes slightly as he tosses Liam a cigarette case. "Never get used to hearing that, heh. So... so like... real knights and shit? We knew 'em and everything? For real?"

He has a look on his face right now... he could be FIVE.

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 01:38 am UTC (link)
Similar to the look on Liam's face when asking about America. He took a cigarette out of the case and lit it with his finger, before handing the case back. "Sure, right, knights, kings, fairies, unicorns, all that dreck. Surely you ain't so surprised." He shrugged and slipped into a comfortable, cross-legged sitting position, leaning against the back of the couch, tangling his fingers into his own hair. His eyes were intensely set upon Miniver. "So you ain't got no idea about your roots, does ye? So you said you was given a wish ring? S'bollocks, if anything, that'd dampen what you got inside you. You still got your Object of Power, mate?"

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 01:42 am UTC (link)
"I found the wand Toki gave me, yeah." He takes it out of his coat pocket -- a pretty ash stick with runes carved on it. "And no, I got no idea. All my extended relatives disappeared when I was real little. Mom wouldn't ever say where they went or why. They just weren't around anymore. I always used to wish there was such a thing as magic... for... well, a lotta stupid little kid reasons, and some not so stupid, and a lot I never grew out of. I can't remember any spells, though, except the one I could do... only one I could ever do well..." He looks at the wand, as if debating whether or not it's even worth trying. He eventually decides to give it a whirl and waves the wand, managing to conjure a few-seconds illusion of a handful of purple butterflies.

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 01:47 am UTC (link)
It wasn't the magic that got Liam's eyes to go wide as saucers, nor was it what he'd said - frankly, he'd tuned Miniver out - it was the wand itself. He nearly fell over when he clamored closer to have a look at the runes. He'd never seen an Honest-To-God relic like Miniver was wielding. His jaw dropped, then he closed his mouth, then opened it again.

He looked rather like a fish.

"That's a fuckin' wand made of a branch of the fuckin' World Tree." He finally spat out.

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 01:50 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, that's what Toki told me. Cool, huh? Wanna try it? I think it's not like the wands from Draco's world that only work for one person, because this one worked for me right away."

He has NO IDEA how really, REALLY important that is. The extent to which Miniver is totally clueless about his apparent roots is near-total.

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 01:57 am UTC (link)
"You'd let me?" He whispered, almost reverently as he held out hands, every other finger adorned with a ring, his wrists adorned with bangles and charm bracelets, to receive the wand. He blinked, "Do you know what this wand could do, mate? This wand could do..." He whispered softly at it, "It could do everything. It could make the most poor Wizard into the world's best, simply because it's made of life itself. The World Tree's not just a tree, mate. It's a physical manifestation of Life itself. And a branch, even a twig of it... It could cure all disease, all age, all sorrow and pain. It could..." His eyes misted over and he hushed himself, concentrating a moment and letting free a few real scintillating purple butterflies, which flew around the room before taking rest in his hair.

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 02:01 am UTC (link)
Miniver listens to all that. Listens, and tilts his head a little.

"Bullshit," he says finally, more because he hopes it is, only a little because he can't believe it ISN'T. But he reaches out to one of the butterflies and lets it land on him, and almost holds his breath waiting for it to disappear again.

"Do I look like a god, Liam?"

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 02:06 am UTC (link)
Liam shook his head, "You ain't. Whoever gave you this wand's got a bloody lofty perception of our family if they think you was able to use it to its full potential, even I can't do nothin' even appropriate with it. But you keep it, it's gorgeous. It's yours. I ain't got a wand, never worked well 'nough with one. It ain't what it is, or what it's made of, what makes it powerful, it's what it means to you." He handed the wand back, as if he was handing back something made of paper-thin glass.

"So I know you ain't carryin' the wand around, wot? You got somethin' else what means somethin' to you? Somethin' deep, somethin' important."

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 02:13 am UTC (link)
There are a number of objects he thinks of initially -- his wedding ring, the snake ring Pickles gave him, the earring with the ruby in it, any of the various necklaces he wears, but there's one thing he's had far longer than any of them, one thing he's never been without in all of his adult life.

He pulls out his mother's flask and shows it to Liam.

"This."

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 02:17 am UTC (link)
There was a more comfortable nod at that, and Liam smiled fondly. "Right proper object for our family." He chuckled and shook his head, "Here's a question. Does the drink taste better when you've got it in that, than if you drink it out of the flask? Just a question, might not have nothin' to do with what I want to show you."

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 02:19 am UTC (link)
Miniver thinks about it. He'd never really thought about it before but...

"Maybe. It's more... having it, than what's in it. Sometimes I think it'd work as well if I filled it with water. I don't notice the taste. I notice... where it comes from."

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 02:29 am UTC (link)
Liam paused in thought and considered for a long while. "Yeah, a'right, I'll buy that for a proper response. Ain't no weirder than me own Object of Power. So you always got it on yourself, aye? Ain't no sort of Wizard without... some external somethin' to focus on outside the magic." He rolled his eyes as he had to bring up the Hogwarts way of things, "You know how they says all that dreck about focusin' on the wand, lettin' the energy flow through it, blah blah blah bollocks? S'all bullshit. S'to keep you from focusin' too hard on the magic itself. You concentrate on sommat, flask, wand, a bug on your nose, you'll do shit more proper like, less likely to fuck it up." He shrugged, "I ain't done no spoken shit since I were a lad, but says you got a spell like you want to move that roll of sticky tape o'er there. Words is a way to focus on sommat. So's objects. They give you words to think about at first, and always fit you with an object. Objects is supposedly a crutch, but I ain't been able to do magic without mine, so I ain't gunna think you can't." He turned back to Miniver and focused on him.

And to him, this was perfectly linear, thorough, and non-rambling.

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 02:31 am UTC (link)
Miniver followed it just fine. Not that Miniver's own thought processes were almost ever extremely linear or straightforward.

He looks down at the flask. "So you're telling me just having this nearby is gonna let me THINK magic?"

He is a bit slow on the uptake, however.

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 02:38 am UTC (link)
Liam shook his head and facepalmed. "That ain't it at all. I'm sayin' you havin' that around's going to do you more good than any wand ever did. Don't even got to have it in your hand to use it as an Object of Power." He shook his head with a look of 'duh' and a smile, "The wands is just the way the dolts do it, 'cause it makes them look like they's conducting an orchestra or sommat. Nobends, the lot. Mine's..." He scootched closer and wriggled his wrist until the charm bracelet was at the front of his wrist, and he held it up to Miniver for inspection. "See?" It had several charms on it, including a little silver bell, a tiny pewter Scottie terrier, a smiley face, a tiny dancing hula girl, and a line of block beads with the letters WCB etched in them.

"I focus on this, and voop! Magic comes out me fingertips." He snapped his opposite hand's fingers and a spark of lightening arced across from his thumb to his pinkie.

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[info]miniver
2008-12-30 02:40 am UTC (link)
Miniver grins and very lightly touches the tip of one finger to one of the charms. "That's lovely. Why's it important? Who's WCB?"

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[info]mincingbrennan
2008-12-30 02:43 am UTC (link)
"Them's me initials. It's important because I nicked it from me sister when I were four." He pointed at each letter, "WilLiam Cormac Brennan." He shrugged, "S'also the Worcestershire Curator's Ball, but that ain't what the letters is for."

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