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[1stmacleod]

After some dithering, partly because he doesn't know exactly what kind of set-up he'll have to work with, Connor collects what he needs to begin his project. It all fits in an old duffel bag, along with some bottles of water. He can't seem to find his old apron and gloves, but assumes there will be some he can borrow. Once he's got what he needs, he sends a text message to alert Casper and make sure he won't be unexpected.

Connor spends plenty of time out of the house, just running or practicing kata alone, so his absence shouldn't worry Kairos. He puts on his oldest jeans and sweater, and the trenchcoat with the katana hidden away in the lining, and PINpoints to the Nexus before sending out a message to Casper that he's ready to visit the forge.

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[watchingsparrow.livejournal.com]

If one were to put the look Leavy gives Connor, it would say: you know damned well what I'm talking about. "He said that's where he met you. That place between places." There's a that little twitch around his mouth, pulling the corners of his lips up a little bit in the tiniest of smiles. "There's not much that boy doesn't tell me."

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Connor's not going to pretend he doesn't come from the Nexus, if that's no big secret, but he wants to know how much Father Leavy knows, first, so he doesn't phrase it wrong. "...Something like that. This place looks normal to me, though, so your world may not be much different from mine." He stokes up the fire for them both, careful to wear the gloves and apron for it.

"You're... some kind of mentor?" It's a slightly wary question, but there might be some hint in his tone that he's played that role.

[watchingsparrow.livejournal.com]

Leavy doesn't respond on the topic of different worlds. Everyone has to come from somewhere, after all.

"Depends on how you look at it," he says, staring into the burning coals. "I have my congregation. And sometimes I take in young people who have far too much free time on their hands but without a decent way to spend it." Keeping them out of trouble, in other words.

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Connor doesn't look up from what he's doing, but gives a slow nod and lays metal rods in the coals. "Someone needs to." He's pretty sure that's not a job he'd want to take on, but Duncan's done that. Casper seemed like a sensible guy, though, not inclined to get into trouble. Maybe that's all Father Leavy's doing.

[watchingsparrow.livejournal.com]

Had Connor said that out loud, Leavy might have laughed and said that Casper couldn't get himself into trouble if he wanted to. But he just nods briefly again, eyes focused at the metal heating up amongst the coal. Using a pair of tongs he takes out the now glowing orange half-formed hinge. He grabs his hammer in the same motion as he puts the hinge on the anvil. The sounds of metal striking metal once again fills the smithy.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

They fall into a companionable silence, at least verbally. As the rods heat up, Connor lays out tongs and pliers and other tools, readying his work area. When he extracts them, the forge rings rhythmically with two sets of hammer blows. It's almost impossible not to subconsciously pace the strike of the hammer to the sound of the other man's work. There's pauses, of course. Much of what Connor's doing is careful bending and twisting. What starts out as a bunch of metal rods is gradually being twisted and woven into some kind of flat Celtic knotwork pattern that gathers into a bundle of rods at one end, all flattening and melting together. It's going to take him a few days, but with a good squint and a little imagination, it looks like the beginnings of some kind of tree-of-life wall hanging. Connor clearly knows what he's doing, and he's good at it.

[watchingsparrow.livejournal.com]

Starting out Leavy keeps watch over Connor, looking at him with glances from then corner of his eye. But as it becomes clear that Connor knows what he's doing - and is in fact pretty damn good at it - Leavy relaxes and focuses on his own work. The times he looks at Connors work now it is from a professional point of view.

The hours pass, and eventually Casper comes back. Leavy just nods at an old coffee pot that sits on a work bench. That's all the instruction Casper needs, and he goes to fill it up with water and ground coffee. Then, as Leavy puts his work aside and goes to fetch three cups, Casper places the pot on the forge. It doesn't take long for it to boil, and the second it does Casper takes the pot away and puts it to the side "Mmmh, blacksmith coffee." He just about purrs.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Connor looks a little young to be so skilled, and truth be told he's too scrawny for the old-fashioned work. Back when he did this for a living, he managed to build up at least a respectable amount of muscle, but he's spent the last fifteen years in terrible shape. He's going to be sore tonight, even with his healing ability, and very hungry. Kai's going to wonder.

He would never be so careless as to not notice the entrance, but he doesn't look up or change his pace. Partly he's afraid that once he stops, he'll have to take a long break. It's the smell of the coffee that finally makes him put down the hammer. He dips the flat mass of interwoven metal to cool it a little, sets it aside, and comes over to the other men a little breathless and sweaty. Better eating and daily kata have put him on the road to recovery, but right now the strain of the work is showing. "...Coffee...?" He just hopes his hands won't shake when he takes a cup.

[watchingsparrow.livejournal.com]

Coffee is poured and cup handed over. It's good coffee.

"If you are here working when I'm not around, I would appreciate a donation for the coal. If it's locked the key is in the coal shed." Leavy says and takes a gulp from his cup. He's obviously used to drinking his coffee piping hot. Casper grins. That comment means that Connor has been accepted and is welcome to work there at any time.

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His hands do shake, just a little, muscles vibrating with fatigue. He prefers his coffee with milk, but Connor's grateful for coffee of any kind and he's drunk it black at the edges of battlefields and in other dark spots. Times like those, and like now, it tastes better than anyone could ever imagine coffee tasting. He burns his mouth on the first gulp, and doesn't care. "Of course. Thanks. I'll have to ask... about your suppliers, when I get my own set up."

[watchingsparrow.livejournal.com]

"I suppose deliveries could be a problem," Leavy says. His suppliers couldn't very well deliver to another world, could they? "Unless I order additional so you can come pick it up, yourself."

Without anything to add to the conversation, Casper is happy to sip his coffee as he listens.

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"That would work, or I could rent someplace nearby for them to deliver it to." Connor shrugs a little. "I don't even have a place to build a forge, yet. I don't think we'll be moving out of the apartment until after Christmas."

[watchingsparrow.livejournal.com]

"Until you have somewhere, you are welcome here." Leavy apparently isn't interested in all the details. At least not at this time. Casper is, though, though he doesn't ask further than to give Connor a wondering look. But then Casper is more or less always interested in peoples lives.

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If Casper wants to know specifics, he'll have to come out and ask. Connor's really not big on sharing. "Thanks." He gives Father Leavy a grateful look, hands steadying some on the mug. He's quiet for another long minute, gazing out the window with an almost wistful expression. "This is... a nice place. I wouldn't mind seeing more of it."