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Sept 11, 2021 3:00:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2021 3:00:00 GMT -7
It was always interesting to see how people reacted when one asked their motivation behind cultivating a certain skill. It often gave an indication about how much choice they had in the manner. If their parents made them, if it was instinctual or if it was a skill they felt they needed. In case of fighting it regularly was for defence or a very strong instinct. When it came to fight, flight or freeze, it seemed some people were naturally inclined towards the fight. It seemed that his new companion was one of those that had been born with the fight already coursing through their veins. He smiled and nodded slightly. "That makes sense to me." He said in a voice calm as always, despite the fact he related very strongly to his words. He'd been a fighter himself and discipline hadn't really helped much to stop his desire to fight in his younger years. It wasn't until after he'd been turned and seen the absolute fear and terror in the eyes of his loved ones when he got angry that he realised that he had little choice. If he didn't want to be seen as a monster he needed to learn to control his temper. It hadn't been enough to save his career, but it had saved his marriage and that mattered so much more. He couldn't imagine what his life would have been like without his children, nor did he want to.
He took another bite from the steak and sighed happily. "The steak here is really good. They rarely get it right. They always want to cook it longer than I asked. Perhaps I should visit this place more often." He mused, clearly considering the fact that this was in fact not his territory and if the other man didn't want him around he'd respect his wishes and not come back. When it came to werewolves there was far more of a territorial urge and that could easily lead to fights. Added to the fact many werewolves were either natural fighters or got the fighting instinct bitten into them and it wasn't exactly uncommon for werewolves to end up fighting one another when they felt their territory was threatened. Keir most certainly would have to hold back the urge to punch any pups in the face if they wanted to date one of his children. Any other person he would be able to control his temper and fatherly instincts but another werewolf sniffing out his children as possible mates? No, he knew that would likely be a bit too much for him to handle. Not that he wouldn't be chewed out by Brígh at the very least if he did, but that was secondary to his instincts, unfortunately.
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Sept 11, 2021 19:40:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2021 19:40:41 GMT -7
Idris was born ready for a fight, probably genetic, from his criminal of a father. But perhaps things would have been different had he had more supervision. But their was no room for maybes and things that might have been. He was who he was because of his experiences. He wouldn't take any of that back. The man seemed to take his word as he said it. Though the response he gave was very much like one of the adults who reserved the right to express how they really felt. Idris had to wonder if the man really cared, though something seemed to tell him that he did. Did that make any since? Absolutely not. Why should this stranger that he just fought care about him in the least. Fighting was the reason that Idris became a werewolf. Well, not entirely, it was because he refused to through a fight that he won with ease. And that was his last paid fight. He still fought, unfortunately he only earned bruises now.
The man raved about how well the stake was and Idris took a bite of his as well. "Well, the owner does seem to be a werewolf magenta. She hires enough of them, the cooks better know how to cook a stake." Idris half joked. He knew the owner very well. In fact, he and Vas were best friends. "This place deserves enough recognition." He commented, knowing full well that his friend wouldn't be too happy about the fight that he and this man just had. It wouldn't matter if the fight happened outside, he'd still get an ear full when he saw her next. Did he regret his actions? No. It was far to close to the full moon for him to give a d**m. Did he feel territorial? A bit. But the bar felt more like Vas' territory, and neutral ground for the werewolves that worked there. All the werewolves seemed to get along just fine. That is, until that mutt of a Greyback came around. But, he knew he had to try to play nice with that one. But he was still such an easy target. Starting to feel his blood boiling again, Idris took a drink and another bite of nearly raw meat.
Idris wasn't one for too much conversation, but small talk came easily with this man. Eating food and drinking drinks was easy. As he started to feel impairment settling in, he stopped drinking, knowing he had to drive back to his place.
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Sept 13, 2021 5:37:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2021 5:37:13 GMT -7
Idris seemed to not oppose the implication he'd like to visit the pub more often, which was good enough for Keir. If he did mind he was fairly certain the other man would have let it know or show in one shape or form or another. Considering how quickly he'd been ready to fight at the words of the ignorant it didn't seem too likely to Keir that he'd let him impose without at least making it clear he found it irksome. If not by words than likely by another fist to the face, which Keir accepted as a form of communication. He mentioned the owner was a werewolf magnet and Keir raised a brow slightly in surprise. He did not know that, but he always loved hearing that people were more accepting. "I didn't know this place was a common place for werewolves, although I do admit I haven't been around our kind as much the last few years." He admitted with a twinge of guilt in his stomach. He might have enjoyed their company well enough but werewolves were often enough troublesome company and between his promotion and his mysterious illness he hadn't had much time to extend his social circles too much.
He glanced at Idris again with some curiosity as they continued their meals. "So apart from throwing a really good punch, what else do you do to keep busy?" Keir said with an almost wolfish grin on his lips. It was a bit of a joke, since he was certain he was going to walk around with quite a few bruises the next day. Still he felt some form of compulsion to get to know the other man, as if something was drawing the words out regardless of his actual intentions.
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Oct 14, 2021 16:58:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2021 16:58:47 GMT -7
The Violet Hound was Vas' territory, if anyone asked. But Idris helped protect it when needed. His best friend liked to employ werewolves, and adding him, and that irksome, sorry excuse for a creature that she was dating, it was quite clear that she somehow attracted them. Though, he needed to do better, they Greyback pup hadn't hurt Vas, so he couldn't have been all bad, just constantly annoying. The thought started his blood boiling again, so he had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself, followed by some alcohol. "There are a few that work here, but most of them are off, given the timing." He commenting, tensing as the man mentioned "our kind." He was a werewolf, but he wasn't one group activities. He much preferred going solo.
Idris wasn't exactly as chatty of a person, but this man seemed to enjoy keeping the conversation going. And for whatever reason, he didn't mind indulging him. "Easy machines, and tattoos. I fix up cars and bikes of those I know, for a price." He answered in between bites. He and the bar owner had an arrangement where his services helped pay off his tab. This really helped in between paychecks. "And I'm an artist at Mystery Ink. You?"
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Oct 28, 2021 1:51:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2021 1:51:04 GMT -7
Keir was well aware that many werewolves were more loners than pack animals, which was kind of odd, the condition itself considered. He figured the problem was in that werewolves tended to be primarily alpha male types and those simply didn't go well together. He himself had little trouble being around other werewolves, but he had a very even temper compared to most. Not that it hadn't taken him years to master that temper, but regardless, it still was under perfect control. A little too perfect, perhaps. He nodded as Idris mentioned most were off. "Makes sense." He said simply, understanding what few outside of their condition could without making sure. When the moon showed her face.....
Keir had never gotten a tattoo. He'd never really considered it since his teenage years. He'd spent hours and years perfecting this image of a perfectly respectable man and anything that could contest that was rejected to ensure that the image he projected was not harmed. To ensure that he didn't make things worse for people that suffered from the same condition. The monster was to be kept at bay at all costs. It seemed that Idris had chosen to live his life the way he pleased as far as his condition let him, not stopping himself from getting tattoos or jobs that people had certain preconceived ideas about to begin with. It was refreshing to Keir, as he had never even properly considered the option. "That actually sounds very nice." He said with a smile as he considered the way the man looked and if any of his tattoos were his own work. He knew it was not unusual for artists to practise on their own skin, so he couldn't help but be curious. Then the man asked about hsi profession and Keir smiled slightly as he shook his head. "Head of the Department of Magical Education. Haven't had the job very long yet and I was pretty sick over the course of the last year but.. hopefully I can start making some improvments soon." He said, knowing his plans were rather grand and ambitious but well, it all made sense to him to do things just a little differently.
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Nov 1, 2021 13:49:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2021 13:49:14 GMT -7
Being on his own wasn’t something that had come through becoming a werewolf, rather, from years of him having to care for himself. He cared for himself simply because all the adults were busy. If he needed something done, he was the one responsible to do it. He had even started working, under the table, years before it was considered legal. At school, he gained friends, though they were more scared of being on the wrong side of his anger, so they much preferred the side of “minion”. Idris also didn’t necessarily have a problem being around other werewolves, it was more a problem with being around other people. His temper had improved since he was younger, but that wasn’t saying much. The younger man was simply mad at the world, and physical altercations were just the best way to get it out.
The time around the full moon was the worst. He felt antsy, nauseous, and aggressive all at the same time. This time of month also brought anxious memories of unbearable pain, that he would inevitably have to endure in only a short time. He would never, not in a million years, claim that he had an easy life, in fact, he’d say his life was worse than most. Having been dealt a crap hand, he did what he could. He was also quite contempt with what he had done so far. He thought he had actually built himself up from where he started. Sure, his situation still had areas that could be improved on, but who didn't?
After speaking about his vocation, the older man stated that it was “nice” and Idris gave a slight smile and nod. ”yea, it’s not bad.” in truth, he actually enjoyed it, and was pretty good. But that would just sound like bragging. Though he had worked hard to learn the trade. In turn, he asked Keir what he did. It only seemed right. The man smiled, but didn’t seem to be as proud of his position. But then he mentioned not being able to work due to an illness. Idris could sympathize, in some way. In the past, if he didn’t work, he couldn’t have survived. Either way, he chuckled a bit. Understanding why they had spoken about school earlier. ”so you started working again and started working in education?” he had never been on good terms with the professors, and certainly not the officials that administered the exams. ”like doing the OWLs and NEWTs?” he didn’t know much, but he knew, or thought that those who came to give the exams were from the ministry. As far as the man being sick, the fight they had just had, told Idris that he wasn’t feeling worse than a werewolf did at this time.
He would have never thought that years after barely graduating, he’d be at a pub, drinking and conversing with a ministry education official, and not wanting to knock their lights out.
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Nov 1, 2021 14:21:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2021 14:21:54 GMT -7
The man was quite humble, not bragging about his skill even though it was quite obvious that he had to have a large amount of it, or people like them usually didn't get hired. It was a very good quality in anybody, humility. His temper wasn't too great but Keir couldn't say that he didn't understand it. He himself had always had a temper growing up but had forcibly suppressed it ever since he'd been bitten and turned into a werewolf. He never wanted to give anybody reason to see him as a monster. That did mean that he had to accept a lot of crap that people threw his way, because engaging them in their conversations would just be stirring the pot. It would mean nothing but giving in to their wish to show himself as the monster they wanted to perceive him to be. It was difficult, yes, but he ultimately believed that it was worth it.
Keir smiled slightly as the guy seemed to note a few points correctly. "Almost. I was already the head for a short while before I got sick. I just went back to a job I knew and take pride in. Before that I used to work in a coal mine for several years. It wasn't the most pleasant but it kept my family provided for and gave me a place to vent out my frustrations. If you have a pickaxe you need to slam into a bunch of rocks there is nothing better than having a lot of frustrations to throw into your hits." He said with a chuckle. He obviously missed a few aspects of it all, but on average he was more than satisfied with the work he had now. It was incredibly satisfying knowing that he could make a difference for young students in some way, especially having a hand in their education. He chuckled and shook his head slightly. "Yeah, the OWLs and NEWTs are quite a bit part of the job. It's always been important to me to try and get the best education possible for as many as possible. If the exams are up to standards it means the students will be as prepared as they can be in terms of eduation for their futures. After they do their exams there is nothing else schools can do for them anyway." He said, although he sometimes wished he could do more. Prepare them more for the world out there. Well, that was all a long term plan, wasn't it? A better way to arrange it all.
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Nov 2, 2021 15:26:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2021 15:26:23 GMT -7
Idris wasn't one who liked to talk too much about himself. When it came to his work ethic, or talent, he let his product speak for itself. It wasn't that he would call himself humble, but he had never been in a position where he ever felt on top of anything. He never felt like he had a reason to brag. Sure he could build a motorcycle out of old junk yard parts, and he could etch a drawing onto someone's skin, but there were plenty of others that could do it too. Maybe even better than him. But he had a job, and a way to take care of himself, and that was enough.
It seemed as though his initial understanding wasn't quite accurate. The younger man knew how that went. When he was growing up, he worked at his "uncles" mechanic shop, and returned there every summer. Many didn't fully understand how his mother worked three jobs and could barely support them, but still sent him away to some strange and mysterious boarding school. But they just let that be and unsolved riddle. The man mentioned the coal mine being a good place to vent out frustrations. Perhaps that would have been good for Idris when he was much younger. He had a habit of getting into unsupervised trouble. He finally mentioned that there was "nothing better" than using a pickaxe to back in some rocks. "I can think of a few things." While not the best, and usually frowned on, Idris had grown a rather unhealthy habit of taking his frustration out on those that bothered him. It started with pestering neighborhood animals, and graduated to students once he started going to school. He'd like to think he was doing better. Though he was sure there would be those who would disagree with that.
The man confirmed that he did have a hand in the standardized exams that the ministry put on at the school. Idris scrunched up his nose, as he gnawed on some nearly raw meat. He hadn't done the best, well enough to pass, but nothing to brag about. He hadn't ever been the best student, though he had focused and learned what fascinated him, the rest was lost on him. He would have dropped out of school when he was fifteen had it not been his mothers literal dying wish for him to graduate. After she passed, he wouldn't have been able to live with himself had he disappointed her in that way. "They still sucked." He muttered as he took another bite of meat. Idris looked up, and noted to the bartender, who supplied the two with extra drinks.
The night pressed on, and the two ate their stakes, and consumed drinks, though Idris started to slow down, knowing that he would have to be able to drive home in a bit.
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Nov 4, 2021 6:12:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2021 6:12:18 GMT -7
Keir didn't believe that confidence or pride in ones work came from being the best only. Just because other people were better or more experienced in a certain field didn't mean that it diminished the accomplishments of others. If a child learned to play an instrument nobody in their right mind would tell them it was not an accomplishment simply because they were not the very best of the class. Anybody that did really ought to never consider having children. Accomplishments were deeply personal and where for one keeping ones temper in check was an accomplishment another would grow far more by letting that barrier snap so that they might stand up for themselves in ways they didn't dare to dream of before. Thus every single accomplishment was worthy and worthwhile, even if people failed to see it themselves. That was the problem with part of the education in his mind and he wanted to see if the constant comparing people with one another might be countered somehow, or made more positive. He had a great many ideas, but he knew it wasn't very realistic to impliment them all at the same time. Change needed time.
Keir chuckled for a moment as Idris mentioned that he could think of a few things more satisfying than mining coal to release pent up anger. He took a sip from his beer next. "So can I, but all of those get me in trouble somewhere. Nobody complained if I was more productive, which made it an easy outlet. But honestly, fighting just feels better." He shrugged as he admitted to that, knowing perfectly well that he couldn't just pick a fight whenever he was angry or frustrating or the situation he'd been in today would have been his baseline. It had been far more common in his mining days, as he and his friends had quite a few drinking nights and usually ended up in several bar fights. As long as he healed his face before he got home he usually got away with it. Then again, none of his coworkers had been aware of the fact he was a werewolf, so no saw him as a monster if he acted aggressively at any point. It had been freeing, even if it had made him angry often. He loved this job more, but he missed the advantages the old job brought regularly.
Idris said the tests still sucked and Keir nodded slowly. "As a student, I totally agreed with you. I think all students agree with you. The point, luckily, isn't entertainment but testing what people learned. Although I do wish there were better ways to test that than a single moment." There were so many kids that got stressed and worried about exam stress that they had black outs or simply didn't perform as well as they were able. If only he could design a system in which the skills were not tested in a single moment but over the course of a period of time, preferably without the students being aware. It would make it a lot easier to accurately asses their skill levels. Perhaps something to discuss with the teachers at some point.
The night was closing in and Keir checked his watch. It was about time to go home to his wife. "I have to go. It was nice meeting you and hopefully I'll see you again at some point." He said politely with a grin. "But if you want a gym buddy to fling some punches at, you should owl me." He offered the other man, figuring that it could possibly be beneficial to both of them.
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Nov 12, 2021 15:20:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2021 15:20:32 GMT -7
Idris didn't grow up in what many would consider to be a "traditional home." Most of his growing up had happened in a mechanic shop. He learned the ins and outs of a car before he knew any magical spell. He had been praised for his mechanic capability but that was from the mechanics in the shop who were surprised that such a young kid could learn these things so fast. Aside from simple things, when they were available to teach, he learned by watching. When it came to his temper, and more destructive behaviors, well those were fairly easy to hide when there was no supervision.
Knowing that the man once worked in a coal mine, things started to click. He was fit, and even though he had left a while back, he obviously kept up his habits. But Idris had grown accustom to feeling another body on the other end of his punches. The man mentioned that the other ways would get him in trouble. Sure, being more productive was never a bad thing. Idris have a half hearted chuckle as he drank some more. Sure he knew the trouble one could get into when fighting with others. How else should he have passed though his time at Hogwarts? Sure, he could have studies, but he had never been the best student. He learned much better by doing, and finding real life applications. But most of the classes at school talked about the theory or hypothetical situations. That never worked for him. He needed to feel it with his hands. Keir mentioned that fighting did feel better, and that was something Idris could agree on. "It's even better when you get paid for it." He commented wistfully. Had he never become a werewolf, he would still, easily, be fighting for cash. Having been good, he won a lot.
Speaking about the standardized teste that the school and ministry performed made Idris scoff. He had never been a fan of them. He honestly wouldn't have bothered if. Well, he had, and he had passed. Barely. It was the last request his mother made to him, and after she had passed, he wouldn't have been able to live with himself had he not fulfilled it.
As the night pressed on, their food was finished, and they drained their beer. The man stated that he had to head out. "Maybe we will." Idris wasn't exactly considered to be personable, but something about this man seemed different. He liked him. He fought good. But then Keir offered the chance of them being "gym buddies" and even sparing again. That got Idris to smile. "I'll have to do that then."
After the man left, Idris sat for a bit longer, thinking about nothing, and everything. In time, he headed out as well.
@keir - for reference [END]
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