irish peoples

Who: Maddie, Sean and Joshua, then...
Where: Osbourne Household
When: Approaching dusk

Sean was at a loose end. He'd blessed basically everything in this house and immediate surroundings - including every weapon he could find, bullets, the lot. Several times in some cases. And that was yesterday. There was only so much an angel could do, after all and the days were fairly tame - it was the nights they had to worry about, but there was little prep left. Or so he thought - the witch who'd appeared this morning seemed to have different ideas - but she'd been late to the party. Being dead would do that to a person.

Sean still wasn't sure about this whole resurrection thing - it seemed to be gaining in popularity and it was, in his opinion, very much against the natural order of things. It didn't seem right and it made him twitchy, though he was trying to keep that quiet. There'd been nothing overt from either of the now-alive women, after all and Sean had made a decision to just keep a close eye on things.

Currently, 'keeping a close eye on things' had given way to boredom - though it was an observant boredom. Kind of. Actually, it was a boredom that found him sitting at the piano in the living room picking out an imperfectly executed 'chopsticks' with two fingers.

Madigan had had a busy day. There had been a whole lot of sticking as close to Billy as humanly possible, a lot of white magic--she'd over done it a bit, she was feeling exhausted by now. She heard the shakey rendition of chopsticks, and went to investigate, and possibly suggest that if one wanted to irritate people on a large scale, there were probably less headache-inducing ways to go about that. Then she saw who it was, and she headed over, leaning on the Piano as she eyed him. "Hear tell you're'n angel." she said. Because Maddie was never known for her tact. "Didn't think you lot existed."

Sean stopped playing and looked over, raising an eyebrow. "And I didn't think people came back from the dead - we're both learning, aren't we?" he said, casually, regarding her.

"They don't." Maddie said. "Or...not usually." She frowned, making a none too pleased face. "Apparently, that seems t'be happenin a lot 'round here lately. Mine's due to my family line, can't say for the lass." She shrugged. "What kind've angel are you?"

"Girlie's a fade - there's a book on them around, if you want to read up. I got lost in it a bit - black magic, not really my thing. Though, from what I've seen today, it might be yours?" he asked, questioningly, though without any obvious judgement in his tone. "And I'm a guardian angel. Joshua's guardian angel," he added, with a sense of authority and more than a hint of possessiveness.

"...depends. I can do it, but it might kill me again." Maddie said. "Definitely not black magic like that kind've shite. I'm actually more of a white witch. What I did today was all white. And a guardian angel, good." she said with an approving sort of air to it. "I'm a Protector, myself."

Sean inclined his head a little, taking this on board. "Protector - interesting. But I take it you're without someone to protect at the moment?" he asked her, looking around for his own charge now they were on the subject.

"Me? Oh, no. I protect Billy. Have been since he was about the other kids' age." Maddie said. "I didn't really find bein dead somethin that changed my outlook or anything. And I'm not entirely helpless, so I could still look out for the lad." she answered easily, not really shy about her situation, or her death, or anything of the like. "Where're you from, lad? Specifically." she asked.

Sean's charge wandered in from the kitchen, some subconscious pull bringing him toward the room that sounded most like home. Two people speaking normally, instead of at least one with an American accent. He'd gotten the whole jist of the Irish-Ghost-Woman coming back to life, but stuff had been busy enough to keep him from asking too many questions. He'd murmured to Sean at one point in the day that he was going for a walk -- pointing out the broad daylight, mind you -- and had struck out to ... well, walk. Lullaby had spent some time with Dean and then slept for a while, so he figured he could give her some space. Not that there was very far to go, the house was kind of out-ish from town. But there'd been some late-blooming wildflowers that had been asking to be picked. When he came back, he'd left them at her door. A completely useless sort of present, but hey.

Since then he'd been kind of restless and unfocused, and not looking forward to another night of terrorized anticipation. He'd wandered aimlessly around the house until the familiar lilt of voices brought him into the living room. He glanced at Sean at the piano and the redheaded Maddie, solid and alive. What an insane time they were in.

There he was, Sean gave Joshua a habitual once over glance before turning to answer Maddie's question. "I originally hail from Carrick, but it's been a while since I was back there," he told her. He'd left in the mid-1930s, looking for his purpose and when he'd found the Barclay family, he'd had no reason to go back home again.

"Carrick, really?" Maddie asked. "Huh. I wasn't far from there, actually." she said. "Been there, in fact. 'Course, that was in the 20's." She'd died in 1930. She'd been through the area, was born near there. Interesting. And she liked actually talking to someone who didn't have an american accent. Someone from home. And alright, her home and their home were probably vastly different, but not the point.

Not particularly wanting to interrupt, Joshua leaned a shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms, just listening. If it was in the 20s that she was there, she'd been dead a long time. Which seemed like kind of a mixed bag. The realization snuck up on him from behind -- as it often did at home -- that the two people he was looking at may've looked young enough, but were actually around back when radio was the main source of entertainment. He couldn't remember how old Sean actually was, but it was quite a bit.

"Well, I haven't been back since the 30's, so we're probably talking about the same era," Sean told her with a grin. "I sometimes wonder what it's like now, but I'll not go back. Been spending my time looking out for the lad's family, then come out here to see to the lad himself - didn't I?" Sean said, this last towards Joshua with a nod that he should come over, an attempt to include him in the conversation.

Maddie lit up. "Really?" she asked. "Oi, then you just missed me! I died in the 30's. Or, well. 1930, technically, an it was over in Colorado." she added. She looked over at Joshua as well, and gave him a little smile. "I don't bite." she promised. "Come talk for a bit, lad. You know I wasn't any older'n you when I died." Then she paused, and thought. "Actually, most of the lot here aren't much older'n you." The wolf was only 19 wasn't he? Somethin like that. Sophie and Billy weren't that much older. Though at least now it looked like Billy was more the cradle robber as opposed to her. At least in physical appearance.

Joshua came forward with a faint smile. "Prob'ly more like a punishment than an opportunity, but yeah," he answered Sean's prompt with a nod. He gave Maddie a quick sort of glance. He'd seen her in flashes before, as a ghost and today running around the house being busy, so it was a little strange to stand next to her. In a good way, though. "Welcome back," he told her, because it seemed like something to say.

"Aaaaand now I feel old," Sean joked. "But I wouldn't call you a punishment - a challenge, maybe," he added, looking across at Joshua.

"Oh welcome to the club. I'm old too." Maddie said, smirking at Sean. Then she glanced to Joshua again. "Thank you." she said. She was still trying to deal with the mixed bag of emotions her return had. On the one hand, she got to be with Billy properly, and talk to people. On the other, her grandbaby had died, or so she thought. So...yeah. Not terribly cut and dried on the 'how you're supposed to feel' front.

"Challenge is just a nice way of sayin' punishment," he said with a little grin, just ribbing a little. He leaned against the side of the piano and glanced between them. Neither of them looked old, but that was something he was kind of used to. He resisted the urge to ask Maddie a bunch of questions, reminding himself that just 'cause they had similar accents didn't mean he could be a rude and nosy bastard.

"No, challenge is a way of saying challenge, nice or not," Sean told him, ribbing right back.

Maddie smirked faintly. "Should I leave you two alone to your arguin?"she asked. She also glanced out the window, and frowned faintly. One good thing about having been dead was she was great for lookout. She could wander around and even if she was right next to the bastards she was in no danger, and she could travel faster than they could. No such luck now.

Joshua looked at her a bit sideways and was about to have something smart to say about how this didn't even come close to them arguing, but Maddie looked distracted. He glanced out the window himself. Dark was starting to come down. "Looks like we all need to find a place to be anyway," he said quietly.