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@perry-flynn

Errol continues pacing, even while he half-turns and listens to the other man's muttering. He can hear it, even when it isn't directed at him.

The face he's pulls when he talks about taxes and paperwork, office supplies and running books, makes the older man laugh. It's quiet, more a chuckle or a puff of air out of his chest, but a laugh nevertheless. "Fine, one fuckin' account, then. 'S neater, 'it's true." And it was. It would make expenses easier to track, invoices easier to file.

The other man's own amusement hitches a little grin up on Errol's mouth, but it quickly scurries away in the face of self-deprecation. He turns and Saunders passed the desk again, snagging his own mug as he walks and bringing it to his mouth for a drink, shrugging a shoulder.

It bothers him, actually, that the man thinks so little of himself.

"Eh, 's easy 'cause 'ere's aalways a bit o' truth tah t' fings I say, Perry." He had kind eyes, in a manner of speaking. The kind eyes that made someone want to tell you what your problem was. Errol's had never been that nice, even in all the years he'd softened them.

worse for wear || perol

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@apirateslifefor--smee

Much as he'd done before he'd retired from the PD – which still didn't seem very real, if he was being truly honest with himself – Errol was up early for a jog through Enchantra with the girls, then stops at Hatter's for a cuppa.

Both Delilah and Dublin are sitting, leads wrapped around the legs of his chair, while Errol sips at his drink and reads a book. It was rare when he was working full-time that he had much downtime. It was weird, sometimes, to have it now.

"Eh? Which one's 'at," he asks, hearing his table mate speaking. While he was muttering to himself, it was loud enough to be heard a table away. Taking a drink from his cup, Errol twists to look at the man, a brow arching "'S it t' prison or somefin' less problematic?"

Reading The News & It Sure Looks Bad | Open

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@notbad-justsungthatway

Errol nods, humming. It sucked, but that was the way of things sometimes. They sucked bollocks.

But if she was willing to look past it, then Errol wasn't going to push the issue.

"Settle intah t' idea I ain't gotta go in tah work so early," he quips, taking a drink. "But, ah, 've been workin' wif Perry fer a while, off an' on. Figure I might see if he needs any extra hands 'round th' office."

Dinner Dates || Jess & Errol

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@perry-flynn

Errol had learned how to mend things years ago, how to repair them and make them new. He'd also learned, growing up with as little money as they'd had, how to make things go for as long as possible.

As he'd gotten older, more money, he'd grown out of the habit, but it still reared its head, on occasion.

"Mm if ye wanna. Ain't like yah haveta, though," Errol replies, shrugging a shoulder gingerly. Everything hurt, and was starting to throb, now that he wasn't mobile.

Placing his feet onto the ground, he stands with a stretch, sighing softly as things pop before he starts to walk the perimeter of the room, a slow, winding meander.

"Jus' bat 'ose big ol' eyes an' ye'll be fine, I fink."

worse for wear || perol

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@notbad-justsungthatway

Errol listens, like he always does, and files what he's hearing away. A faint grimace colors his face at the mention of what DeSoto has to do, of the long-standing acts that cancel. He understands, in a way, but in others he does not.

So, he merely nods and says nothing. Lets Jess talk, get it out, because she clearly needs to. He just sips at his wine.

"Mm, alright. Fair enough. We can table 'at, then. No harm in chattin', though 'm sorry 's been so bad."

Dinner Dates || Jess & Errol

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@perry-flynn

Errol rolls his eyes at the man when Perry glances at him from over the top of the file, yet he still laughs, shakes his head. The man is far from serious and Errol doubts he could pay it off that way even if he'd wanted to.

"An' yet I bought ye new ones. Ain't a freeloader if 'm replacin' 'em," he chirps, taking another drink from his cup before leaning back and stretching out in his chair.

Everything hurt, and whether that was from the moonpull or the brawl he'd just been in, Errol didn't quite know.

"Ye could do far worse than sound like me, Flynn. But I ain't burnin' bridges, 'specially if it 'elps get information. Playin' nice ain't as 'ard as ye fink it is. Been doin' it fer years."

worse for wear || perol

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@notbad-justsungthatway

Errol only knew he hadn't overstepped by the amusement on her face. So, he nods, and grins and moves right along.

He snorts, too, and crooks his head to the side. "Nah, I ain't bein' dumb. Bein' hopeful. Fer most people, 's somefin'. Fer t' people in t' club, I dunna think it is. Ye ain't subtle. Ye tell people what ye are, an' people know what Lucky is. Ain't thay far a stretch."

Dinner Dates || Jess & Errol

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@perry-flynn

"Yer tools an' ye cannae keep them clean or whole," he teases, voice lifting upward on the ends. A snort escapes at the response, however, because it was entirely plausible that Perry had needed the head of one for something or other.

But he doesn't have a way to wave him off, so Errol keeps on.

Hooking his own mug between his hands, Errol takes a sip and shrugs a shoulder. "Wasna hard. Still have a bit o' pull 'ere an' there, but ye sound like me mam. When I say I was nice I mean I didna order 'em tah give it tah me.....the first time I asked. Or even th' third. Could jus' gone rootin' around in their computers but I didna."

worse for wear || perol

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@notbad-justsungthatway

Grinning, Errol nods and holds up his hands in a placating, 'you win' gesture. "Right, right. Jus' a thought. I getcha. But I dunno if 'at's it at all. She seems busy, but she's always singin'."

But hey. She was right. What did he know?

"Succubus, werewolf - dunno if that matters any, now fer that. But I understand. Now, what's this 'bout th' rest o' yer staff? How're they?"

Dinner Dates || Jess & Errol

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@prince--thomas

Errol offers another grin, this one bigger, at the other man's words.

When Tom comes over to shake his hand, Errol grips his in one, then covers it with the other, shake firm, giving it a bit of a squeeze over the top of his knuckles.

"Fink yah will, Tom, an' I can make 'at a promise. If ye need anyfin', jus' ask." And he meant it. While he was stepping down, it wasn't a gone for good, not for him. Despite the fact of what he was now, he'd always felt he could do more good here, and working with Perry, well, it'd still be that.

Just in a different, freer capacity.

last call || terrol

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@perry-flynn

Errol knew, probably, that Lils would try again. She liked him - he was her only favorite uncle, after all - but he also didn't want her showing up unannounced again.

"'S t' plan," he murmurs, thumb and forefinger bracketing his jaw and chin as he waits for the other man to peruse the report. "I take care of 'em fine, thank ye kindly. I ain't never let 'rm snap heads off," he points out, leaning forward to move the mug into the path of Perry's questing hand.

"'Sides, ain't like t' report was hard tah get. I jus' asked nicely." After he'd done a bit of poking and prodding and annoying, that is, but he had. He could've just...taken it.

worse for wear || perol

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@prince--thomas

No, Errol didn't want to meddle, certainly not with what he was. He didn't need any undue attention on himself, not now. Not with....more people around he could draw attention to.

Still, his mouth ticks upward at the man's exclamation, almost overeager, but he knows the other doesn't mean anything by it, harmless as he is. Errol was the one with most experience on the force, give or take, and they would be losing that.

It's part of why he'd extended the olive branch.

"Right. Settled then. I'll keep it in mind."

last call || terrol

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@busterstrouble

The black wolf kicks up the forest floor litter as he rears back, jumping over the shorter, lankier, grey wolf. He wheels around and the grey does too, and then he watches. Wanting to see what the other wolf will do: if his need for company - play -would be indulged, or if they'd be forced into a boring walk through the woods.

The larger wolf slams his paws down onto the ground, towards him, tail swishing. The grey wolf pricks its ears forward, and growls quietly, darting forward again. His belly is low to the ground as he comes in, nipping at Buster's front legs, the side of his face.

Errol might not have had someone to run with, but the wolf knew what this was. This was a friend, someone to walk alongside. They could run like this.

The wolf darts back again, quicker, more agile, than his darker companion, and lopes off toward the nearest tree, urging him into a chase or another tussle.

the good, the bad, & the handsome | Errol & Buster

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@perry-flynn

Errol huffs a laugh when he sits, rolling his eyes a bit at the comment about Lilian. "T' warnin' 'S gonna help, trust me. An' so's t' air tag I gave her mam tah put intah her travels bags," he quips, smile widening mischievously.

Not that he particularly enjoyed having to tag his niece but fucking hell - knowing she'd traveled all the way here from Dublin, while sweet, had been nerve-wracking. He knew what that travel was like, and she was so fuckin' young.

He holds up a finger a minute or so later, after Perry finishes talking. "T' missin' kid. Someone saw 'em, reported it, or thought they did. I collected t' reported information. An' one o' yer pieces snapped right off, so clearly they ain't bein' takin' care of."

worse for wear || perol

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NAME: Errol Woolf

AGE: 32 (at camp 2004-2010)

GODLY PARENT (IF APPLICABLE): Hermes

AFFILIATION (CAPTURE THE FLAG TEAM/AGENT OF ERIS/HUNTER OF ARTEMIS/CAMP STAFF/ETC?): Groom

SPECIES: Demi-god

ABILITIES: Master at lock-picking, stealth & sneak attacks, trickery, persuasion & other forms of skulduggery

BIOGRAPHY:

Errol grew up loose on the streets of Dublin like a dog without a pack. His mum worked long hours, yet Errol and his sister barely saw her or the money. She was in debt, you see, to a local IRA member. Some whispered that he was Errol's father, but he'd never seen anyone but his mother staring back at him in the mirror.

It makes sense when he's called to Swynlake and discovers that his sticky fingers and quick-wits were hereditary.

Hermes was his father, and to Hermes was his allegiance. Well, he and Meara, a daughter of Athena.

The pair are inseparable at camp as they always are, Meara the brains behind her brother's scheming.

During the war, they are the same. After the war, Errol tries to live a decent life, a good life. He's a proud uncle - Meara married another daughter of the camps, one of Tyche's girls, and he's never been happier. Now, if only they knew who Lilian belonged to, if she was wholly theirs, or a god's, too.

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@prince--thomas

In the time he'd spent here, around these people, Errol had learned that magic and Magicks themselves were like handling a love wire. One wrong movement and sparks flew, things imploded, people got hurt. The same could be said for his time in Nottingham, but with fewer werewolves, sorcerers, and pixies out wandering around.

Still, he didn't mean to make the lad uncomfortable, even if he'd had that effect on people for years. A small grin curves the corner of his mouth upright before he nods, offers an airy chuckle.

"'Appreciate 'at, Tom. 'M sure I will. Might jus' pop in tah say 'ello every once an' a while." Why shouldn't he? He'd been here long enough, done the job long enough.

last call || terrol

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@perry-flynn

Perry keeps watching him. Errol, and the wolf, can feel his eyes, where they rest against the side of his face. He doesn't say a word about it, knows he's looking for signs of concussion, other injury. He chooses not to wonder anything else because it's early - or late, if one looks at it that way - and his mind couldn't wander that far afield.

A snort escapes at the comment and he curves his smile, bright and white, across his face. "That happened one time, Perry. One. An' she's been told not tah do it again, less she gives me a warnin'. Said hello t' other day though."

Kicking his feet down off the desktop, Errol stands and crosses over to his bag, pulls out the small parcel he'd brought from London and a file along with it. He pads back across the room and reaches over Perry's shoulder, dropping both in front of him, then went to sit back down.

"Parcel's a driver kit 'cause half o' yers're busted. File has some information on 'at case ye've been workin'. Came across it while I was in London."

worse for wear || perol