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[saint_veritas]

It's a rare entrance post, documenting a rareolder MacManus twin in the bar. With a slice of bread and a glass of tea, sitting near the fire, wearing a sweater that kind of takes away from the fact he's lost so much weight. He's friendly enough, so stop by and say hello.

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[_brighid_]

Brighid pasts by the fireplace in order to leave the bar. She had to go home and find Patrick before he starts to worry. But, something stopped her dead in her tracks. The feeling that another one of her blood wasn't eating well. She looked over at the lonely Irish man at the fireplace. "Only a slice!" she thought hoping that he is going to eat more, but she could see that he was hiding the fact we wasn't eating. Brighid had to intervene. She wasn't used to the fact her men and women were dying from hunger in the past and she is not going to get used to it now.

She walked up to the man and looked down at him. "Hello, my name is Brighid" she said with her hand out stretched.

[saint_veritas]

"Connor," he answers, as he draws his attention to her. He smiles just a little.

[_brighid_]

She sat down in the chair next to him. She smiled back at him. "Yep he is Irish." She thought. "I am sorry but couldn't help to notice that you were alone in this bar."

[saint_veritas]

Connor gives a brief shake of his head. "I've a brother. And a sister here." He smiles more fully. Brighid. He knows that name. Surely this isn't the goddess Brighid, though she fits the part, and this is Milliways.

[_brighid_]

Brighid smiled even more when she heard that he had family here. Family is very important to her. "That is grand!" She said noticing that he was questioning her divinity in his head. Every Irish man does, and most of them are right. "So I have noticed that you are Irish. By your accent of course."

[saint_veritas]

"I am." He nods. "As are you." He arches his brow. "Few years in Boston before I wound up here."

[_brighid_]

"Ahh, lovely Boston." she said with a glimmer in her eyes. "Where did you grow up in Ireland?"

[saint_veritas]

*Handwavey, as the muns havne't quite decided* "Beautiful place. Greener grass I've never seen."

[_brighid_]

"See, thats why I can't leave Ireland fully. I have to go there everyday for buisness."

[saint_veritas]

Connor looks wistful for a moment. "'Tis a beautiful country. I've not been home for several years. Ma is still there. And scores of aunts and uncles, cousins I've never even met."

[OOC: I've got about 15 minutes till I crash, SP okay till tomorrow?]

[_brighid_]

[ooc: thats fine! Night!]

"Ahh, you should go back sometime!" She said with the thought of someone enjoying time with their family.

[saint_veritas]

Connor nods. "Someday." When he leaves the bar, when Murphy is dead and gone, and his body shipped back. Then he'llgo. To be close.

[OOC: Thanks! Night!]

[_brighid_]

Brighid notices the somber note in his voice. She looked down at the ground but she has noticed something was on his left hand. "Veritas? Isn't that Latin?" She thought.

"Do you speak latin?"

[saint_veritas]

The question made him think of his tattoo, and he glanced at his hand. "Yeah. Do you?"

[OOC: Sorry! I was unexpectedly afk all day yesterday]