Canon is Irish Myth/Oscar is the grandson of Fionn mac Cumhaill & best friend to Diarmuid Ua Duibhne

[fairybroom]

Mun, I will not stand for this foolishness!  I should strike you down for your impertinence.  There is far too much to be done to waste time on such trivial things!

(Which is exactly why you are in here putting holes in defenseless furniture instead of training with your men.  And talking.  That was three whole sentences...)

[Oscar's usually clear green eyes darken angrily.  He almost puts his fist through another chair before stopping himself.  The voice that answers is more of a growl than a voice.]

Don't speak to me as if I were a fool!  You know full well the cause of my anger.  Her agreement is an insult to his name!  Not long ago she sent his boys to train so they might gain vengeance and now they will return to an empty homestead and news that their mother has married the man who let their father die!

And do not think to mention he is my grandfather and lord.  I think I made my views on the subject quite clear that day on the hill.  It was only because Diarmuid would not have wished blood to be shed over his death that I allowed him to leave that hill alive.

[He falls silent a moment, and then waves a dismissive hand totally ignoring his bloodied knuckles.]

Begone, as you say I should be with my men instead of indulging in such selfish emotions.  After all, I have no heart.

[His eyes grow hard and cold.]

Just ask anyone.

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[croibhristeoir]

...Anyone but those who would know better.

[fairybroom]

[The color bleeds out of Oscar's face. How many times deep down inside had he wished to hear that voice again? See that face again? But some things can never be. This he knows. Yet here...]

What magic is this? You have passed. Aengus took your body back with him. How can you be here speaking to me? Have I finally lost what little sense I have left?

[croibhristeoir]

Exactly as you say; magic, in one form or another. [A playful smirk.] I can not speak for whether or not you ever held much sense, but if you had it's not left you now.

[fairybroom]

[That smirk warms something in Oscar he thought long dead.]

Magic. When there is no other explanation, blame it.

[He laughs, his expression softening.]

You are well then? In whatever place the magic has drawn you to?

[croibhristeoir]

Well enough, yes. You hardly need to worry about me.

[fairybroom]

I will worry anyway, but at least it will be a more pleasant worry than my current ones. Things are not well my friend...

[He pauses, anger flashing into his eyes again. Its appearance is brief, though as he pushes it back behind the wall he's so carefully crafted over the last few years.]

However, I should not concern you with it as there is little you can do, and I would not wish to cloud whatever happiness you have in your current life.

[That doesn't mean he doesn't want to talk about it, though. The urge is almost overwhelming. Diarmuid would always be the leader of the Fianna no matter if the title had passed to him. It would always be Diarmuid's in his mind.]

[earthbinded]

Yikes. Someone's got their Irish up.

[fairybroom]

[Oscar pauses, raising eyebrow at the other man, anger still flashing in his eyes.]

'Their Irish up?' And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?

[earthbinded]

Only an Irish lad can get that epically angry.

[fairybroom]

Of course, there is a reason the Fianna are so feared. You don't raise our anger if you wish to live to regret your actions.

[Suspicion flits across Oscar's eyes.]

And what of it? You are so interested, why?

[earthbinded]

Trust me, I know.

Hey, I'm just another Irish lad like you.

[fairybroom]

[A bit of the hostility drains from his face.]

Ah, are you now? That is a big claim to say you are equal with one of the Fianna. However, more important than that, if you know, then the stories have been passed down as they should have been?

[earthbinded]

Now, now. I'm not stupid enough to say I'm as great as they were.

And no. They really weren't.

[puppy_lancer]

Ah? You know Diarmuid?

[Lancer is glaring at the other man. Don't mind him he's just jelly.]

[fairybroom]

Yes...

[Suspicion fills his eyes.]

He is--was--my...

[Friend, brother, leader... Oscar isn't sure what word he should use with this stranger. In the end, his over-protectiveness wins out especially with the look in the other man's eyes.]

He was the leader of the Fianna of which I am one. How do you know him?

[puppy_lancer]

We're in a game together. He's my friend.

[His voice softens, just a little bit.]

[fairybroom]

[His eyes narrow.]

Had I not already run into a version of him that lives in this strange place, I would take your head for such a lie. As such, I have no choice but to believe you. If it is indeed true that he considers you a friend, you had best be honored. It is a great gift he gives. Do not betray it.

[puppy_lancer]

Then we're both lucky that I'm the greatest hero. Go ahead. Ask your mun. Let her tell you what I promised him.

[fairybroom]

[Oscar pauses a moment, head cocked as if listening.]

So you are that one.

[His eyes narrow angrily, the emotion radiating almost like an aura off him.]

Then you owe me your head not once, but twice since my mun tells me you have allowed him to die once already and another death is forthcoming and cannot be escaped now.

[chroimilis]

If a man has words to speak to a lady, then to the lady he should speak them. Not to an audience of this nature, no?

[ She ain't even mad, bro. ]

[fairybroom]

[Part of him almost ignores her. It would be better that way. Less chance of him saying something he shouldn't.

And then his anger gets the better of him as it so often does. A defiant look enters his eye as he speaks.]

Perhaps Lady, but the decision has already been made. My words don't matter do they?

[Just like Diarmuid apparently hadn't mattered to her once the curse was gone.]

[chroimilis]

A knight that lacks experience in the matter of politics should continue to do what he does best and stand by his lord. A child that cannot mind their tongue is often punished, so what will a lord say when one of his own causes him more grief?

[fairybroom]

Do not dare to lecture me on loyalty when you do not know of it yourself!

[He is nearly shaking with anger. So much for not saying things he might regret.]

Tell me how you can ever justify this! I don't want to hear about politics. You would have been fine at the homestead. The boys would have seen you had all you ever wanted or needed! I would have seen to it!

[chroimilis]

And what of your grandfather's happiness or do you choose to neglect that your lord is of your own blood? You speak of loyalty towards family, yet you show one of it here.

Perhaps instead of choosing to speak so brashly, you may bite your tongue and think over the consequences of your actions before you make them.

[fairybroom]

Again you lecture me on things you have no right to! What of your loyalty to family? What exactly will you tell the boys when they return from the training you sent them on only to find the homestead empty and you married to the man who killed their father? Tell me!

[Oscar brings his fist down onto a nearby table, splitting the wood and reopening the wounds already on his knuckles.]

I meant the words I said on the hill that day. It was only out of respect for what Diarmuid would have wanted that I did not spill the blood of our lord then. All of this...

[He waves his hand, ignoring the blood that the motion flights into the room.]

...mess is his doing. Our power is greatly weakened. The men fight amongst themselves, and I am no where near the leader Diarmuid was! They will not listen to me.

[His voice drops to a growl.]

If you wish me to respect our lord, then tell him to start acting like one again instead of acting like a jealous old fool!