Coven: Rising from the Ashes discussion

It isn't small but it it isn't big either, nor is it some fancy shop with everything at hand. It is still old fashioned but it has quality. Quaint and pleasant filled with anything and everything one could need for a vehicle or really anything that runs on a motor.

Owned by Myles Flynn Cromwell

Velia walked onto the lot, holding the handles of her motorcycle as she pulled it along side of her. The brakes had been acting funny so she didn't want to risk driving it. She didn't call a tow or anything seeing as she wasn't far enough to inconvenience anybody. She tugged her black hood up further as she parked to bike.

Myles was doing good so far so early in the morning. Having safely gotten his sister off to school he had come back here to let off some steam and relax and dig into work. Yet it was only 9 in the morning and so far he was making good progress on a vintage aston martin car that was to be used in a grand movie car festival in a few weeks. It was a good make and model and had been kept in fairly good condition despite the odd rusting here and there, but that was to be expected. Draining the excess fluid out from under the vehicle he cleaned the last of the under belly of the car up and slid out from underneath, whipping off the grease with a cloth only to spot a girl hauling in a motorbike.

Stuffing the cloth in his back pocket he made his way over to her, shoving his hand through his hair to try and tame it. "Good morning madam, how may I help you? Are you here for maintenance?" He asked, remembering back to the appointment book, knowing he had nothing for three hours, after that he was full up. He could tell by looking at her that she hadn't walked far and that the motorbike was definitely hers and not a boyfriends or friends for that matter. And for her to drag it all this way something must be wrong with it and a general check up wasn't one of them.

"My breaks have been squealing." velia said in her soft voice "I just replaced the brake pads so I know that's not it. I'm not much of a mechanic other than the basics so I'm kind of lost on what to do." Velia said putting her hands in her pockets and aiming her gaze and the ground. She knew who he was, he used to be in the school but moved out a little while ago. He was nice enough, not being one to gossip much about her anyway. "I can go if your to busy." She said softly.

Luka pulls up in hsi jepp and parks a bit off form the othert cars. This was his last application to put in and that was even if the guy would hire him. he was usnure if he would even be given a second glance. Half of the other jobs he has applied for have done nothing but down him for being a foriegner and having a language barrier and questions his skills in anytihng but Liguistics. What they didn't understand was for him there was no language barrier he coudl leanr and know any language in a matter of minutes. Ths place was his very last hope. He didn't entirely know everytihng there was to know about a vehicle, but he knew the jest of things becuase eh worked on hsi own Jeep not knowing what certain thigns were called, but like any language it was as if the vehicle told him what was wrong with it.
He gets out and wlaks into the front main lobby in hopes the owner would be in here, but sadly it was empty. He sits down in a chair with hsi back to the glass wall. He began to wonder if anybody was here at all, but in the background of the garage he coudl hear music palying and that was enough to sya somebody had to be ehre.

Myles pursed his lips in thought for a moment as he surveyed her motorbike, having to admit that it was a pretty good model at that. Glancing back at his future customer he nodded in understanding, taking out the cloth from his back pocket as he made his way over to her bike for a closer look. "Well it can be a number of things. Have you had your bike fully serviced anytime in the last 6 months?" He asked, getting the sinking feeling that she probably hadn't had it done in at least a year. Glancing over the bike he takes it by the handles and hauls it forward, slamming the brakes to get a feel for the problem. Doing this twice more he pulls the bike into the shop, putting the kickstand on to keep it upright. "I'll take a look. If you want you can take a seat and wait here for an hour, if not there is a cafe down the road that should suffice in keeping you comfortable until I'm done." He told her.

Hearing the familiar squeak of the door he knew that another customer was up, but the barest glance at the clock he knew it was the applicate that had mailed in his CV. Without missing a beat he kept his eyes on Velia. "It is probably nothing serious." Handing her a card. "Call me in an hour and I'll let you know if I'm done." Finally glancing through to the lobby he spotted the boy on the other side. "Do you have any questions?" He asked her, shoving a hand into his pocket.

"4 monthes ago is when it was last serviced." Velia said as she watched him move her bike around."No I don't have any questions, thank you Myles." Velia said and pointed to a chair. "I'll just wait, I have some paper work to finish anyway." She took the care and put the card into her wallet before slipping it back into her pocket. She spotted another boy from the house hold. She shook her head slightly and pulled her hood move over her face before going into the lobby to sit down.

Luka raises hsi head up quckly seeing someone walk in in hopes it was the owner, but it was some girl with a hood over her head. he was wearing some old faded jeans and a white V-neck. He had no real reason to try and impress given he knew this guy wa soging to be like lal the others and have no time to waste with him. Luka knew better than to try and impress ebcause it made so amny think he was a brown noser and he certainly wasn't that at all.

Myles was impressed most forgot to get it serviced, at most people did it once a year. He nodded and let her take a seat in the lobby, surprised she had the patience to sit for an hour with nothing more to do. Going through the lobby he went behind the desk and wrote something down as a reminder to get some parts later. Once he was done he looked up at the boy in question, remembering his CV well. He did need a second pair of hands around here, it wasn't like he could keep it up by himself even though he was doing a damn good job of it. Walking over he crossed his arms. "Mr. Wolff I presume." He muttered. So much for first impressions, the kid wasn't even trying as if failing was the only option on his list of things to do. "On your CV I didn't see any knowledge on mechanics mentioned. So why did you apply for the job?" He asked, skeptical of the boy already, but if he put him on the right track he might shine.

Velia faced away into the corner like she always did and pulled out the paperwork from the library. People often thought it was odd she was a librarian. Since the hole, tattoo'd, motorcycle riding, hoodie wearing thing didn't really fit in the the stereotypical old lady behind the counter but hey it helped her with collage. As habit she kept one ear tuned outward, in case something she needed to know floated by.

((OKAy gtg my shows are all coming on tonight, Bitten, Teen Wolf, etc....I'll reply tomorrow))

((ok))

((kk!))

Luka downs hsi head, "Well, in truth, sir...I have no true knowledge of mechanics that anyone could register as knowledge. I can find the ignition and start an ingine, but as far as tellign youw hat each specific part of any vehicle is I coudl never do. However, I am fully capable of rebuilding a car from scratch if I watch it taken apart. I am a bit bilingual and the language of a motor is one I know." He admits. He has not yet mastered hsi pwoer yet so mcuh that he coudl sense other magic users, but he was not abotu to use any of his powers consciously in public here or anywhere else for that matter. He stares faintly into Myles' eyes. He ahted amking eye contact, but he knew better than not doing so. He looks into hsi pupils and watches them seemingly swirl to life as if an engine were working within this guys mind. Body language was jsut another talent of hsi and he was reading this guy hard. He held dominance and he was studying Luka like a frog being dissected.

Myles could tell this boy had raw potential, his only down fall being that he had no intention of learning via books, but then again not everyone was like him where knowledge was power. He nodded and gave a moments thought before answering. "So you are more practically orientated instead of a book worm is what you are telling me. You have to see and to do for you to learn. But that isn't going to get you very far. It might be an advantage but you still have to learn. Even a musician with raw talent has to learn the basics to move towards their goal." His eyes harden in contemplation, weighing his options, before walking back into the garage, expecting the kid to follow. He went to the back of the garage and sifted through a pile of parts before he lifted out an old but small engine from a lawnmower. Clearing some space on a table he beckoned the boy over. "Show me what you can do." Moving out of the way he leant against the wall next to the desk, knowing full well what power the kid possessed. It was a fully working engine but with a part missing and he wanted to know if Luka could read what the mistake was. "Tell me what's wrong with it. When you're done come and tell me, I'll be working on the bike." Pushing off the wall he left the boy to work.

((Okay it took a while, but i have officially finished all of my charries after staring at 8:00 am it is now 1:45 pm))

Luka moves back for a moment as if examining the motor for a moment. He steps toward it and palces hsi hands on ti closing hsi eyes as if trying to think hard as to what it was misisng, and yet that was all he was doing. He had to get inside the motor's language, but something, some part had to be missing form it. It's language was incoherent and it seemed that each jolt that would push the motor was blocked. He examines it for a moemnt longer before he picks it up and walks to Myles holding the motor..."Okay are you expecting me to fix the motor or tell you what is wrong with it?" He asked carefully. Studying Myles' body language he coudl tell he was dedicated to hsi work and was expecting it to be a while before Luka figured the problem out. "If you just want me to tell you the issue, it is missing something that appears sort of cylinder like...I think it is called a piston...not entirely sure about that part, but I do know what it needs, if I saw it."

((lol good job!!))

((thnx))

(( Ouch! Nice work but ouch! ))

Myles may not be physically watching the boy but he was certainly watching him closely even from this far away whilst working on the bike. It came as a slight surprise when the boy managed to figure out the engine faster than he had anticipate but that should have been expected considering Luka seemed to read into everything around him, which was good practice, but shouldn't be used as heavily as he did. Standing up from the bike he whipped his hands on his cloth, shoving it back in his pocket. "If I expected you to fix the motor I would have given you tools and parts to choose from. But you are correct, however, it also needs a new connecting rod seeing as it has started to rust out." Sighing he gave the boy a once over. "Well I had no intention of taking on an apprentice and was hoping for someone with some experience under their belt, but seeing as I don't have a barrage of CV's coming in, you'll have to do. This does mean hard work along side learning the basics and I do intend to work you hard, so I don't want any complaining." He murmured. "Monday to Friday work for you?"

((Ouch? Thnx...but what do oyu mean?))

Luka was at first unsure of this guys reaction, his body language was so hard to understand it was like a completely new language to him and he began to wonder just how much training this guy was expecting out of him. Hearing that he got the job sounded almost not guaranteed. He nods at hearing hsi schedule, btu he left out his hours...was he expacting himt o work non-stop during the week? If he was it was fine by Luka, but as long as he had time to see Cordelia every week at least once. She wa sliek hsi mother and he wouldn't let her be alone longer than afew days, even as Supreme she is compeltely capable. she stll held a liveliness about her that seemed to show she was mroe pwoerful than she appeared and it worried him if someone thought they were the next Supreme would they kill her to gain the power...even worse if the person who killed her truly was the next Supreme. Naturally he had no idea that Myles knew anything abotu any of this. he looked familiar, but he coudl not palce if he ahd sen him at the school or not.

(( I mean ouch as in that must have taken a lot of time and I'm surprised your brain isn't fried. Mine would be after all that lol ))

Myles could tell that Luka was unsure and was nervous and probably was wondering what Myles had in store for the boy, but he wasn't going to take the boy on with just his reading skills alone. He wasn't going to make his customers suffer just because of negligence, he needed the money and he hadn't been voted one of the best mechanics around for nothing. And this boy was not going to tarnish his hard work if he had anything to say about it. Crossing his arms he glanced at the clock. "I assume 9 - 5pm will be fine, obviously weekends are free, but that doesn't mean to say I don't expect you to be doing some homework while away." Noticing the look of conflict in the boys eyes he added, "Wednesday you'll only need to work 9 - 3pm, I'm sure that will suffice for the both of us." He pointed out. "Obviously you'll be starting tomorrow, today is going to be too hectic for me to teach you while you work." Clapping the boy on the shoulder. "Don't make me regret taking you on Mr. Wolff."

Velia felt her hands twitching a bit as the odd feeling. Out side the home it was often an odd occurrence for three matured witches/warlocks to be in one place. She looked around a bit, shifting in her seat to perch on the end of it, prepared to get up in a moments notice. She didn't know why the to so anxious but she did. Still, she sat silently in the lobby, pretending to be going over paper work but really her mind was preoccupied with a million other things.

((I write for a living that was like a warm up lol....the only thing that fries my brain is the fact I'm dyslexic and I lsoe myself sometimes and write words backwards and in odd forms.))

Luka nods appreciatively. He woudl ahve to ask Mr. Goode to ensure he was awake in time for work tomorrow, but that was no problem. "I won't let you down, sir." He promises slightly more enthusiastic now that he had atlast got a job. He started to wonder what made him so qualified thsi guy was willing to take time out fo his day to train him. "Uh, I didn't catch your name...I doubt it is Doug, but if it is that's fine...I mean...what woudl youlike me to refer to oyu as?" He asked a bit more nervously now. He was so excited he felt liek hsi inner wolf was abotu to jump out of him. He couldn't contain hismelf any longer.

((lol I know right?! God when I'm doing lab reports my friend will notice I get slack faced and start straing at my paper and when she asks what's wrong I'm like....
"I just wrote that this guy has chimorpohy cells."

"The hell is that..."

"It's supossed to by Hypochromic."

"Dumbass"))

Myles could tell the boy was more relaxed and at ease at getting the job, this must have been his last chance at getting one, no doubt having been rejected by other places. "Good to hear." Walking over he turned on the fan in the garage to cool off a little. So much for a summer breeze it was dead out there. Turning to face Luka he realised he hadn't introduced himself, a slip of the mind on his part. "No Doug used to be the owner until he handed it over to me, I should really change the name but for personal reasons I'm keeping it up." Going back over to the bike he knelt down, digging around his tool apron he pulled out a spanner to loosen the nut around the wheel. "My name is Myles Cromwell, for now you can call me Myles, can't stand being called Mr. Cromwell." Gritting his teeth at the flash of memory that assaulted him. "Is there a particular way in which you'd prefer me to address you as?"

((lol yup I kow the feeling all too well))

Luka frowns, "Well, my name is Lukas, but I prefer from people like my boss to call me Max...please." He says before turning quickly without any other words to Myles and he begins walking out of the garage. He had to find Mat. He needed to let him know he finally got a job, then he was goign to tell Cordelia. Then he would have to go throguh a long lecture form ehr on controlling the owlf insid eof him and keeping hsi pweors at bay. He dreaded every bit of that.

Myles saw the flitting emotion that crossed the boys face and wondered what had given him such a frown. "Max it is then." He murmured, turning back to the bike, not needing to say good bye when he was going to see the boy in a few hours. Myles had shortened his initial time on working on her bike only by twenty minutes. After forty minutes he was finished fixing up her bike. Taking a swig of water after whipping off the sweat from his brow he went back into the lobby. "Your bike is done. Your break connection had been severed and the wiring was all jumbled. It seems like you had a backfire of some jagged rocks. Either way I've scored the wiring and reconnected them, putting a fresh coat over them. It should be fine now. I've greased up your bike and pumped up the wheels. Over all the total cost is about fifty bucks." He told her.

Luka makes his way to his Jeep and starts it up. He pulls out of the parkinglot and makes hsiwya down the road heading to Mathew's Club. He was rather excited tohave a ob at last and it was going to be a great day for him he could already tell.

"Thank you Miles." Velia said as she put her stuff away and pulled out her wallet. She counted out the money and placed it on the counter, making sure to avoid physical contact. She still seemed a bit jumpy and on edge even as Luka left. "It was probably when that jerk ran me into side of the road the other night." She sighed a bit remember the guy on the wrong side of the road. She and swerved to miss him and ended up in a rocky patch. "Are you sure that's all I owe you?" She asked, the work he did made it sound like it would cost more than that."

Myles gave a simple nod of acknowledgement as he made his way behind the counter to get to the cash register. He took up the money, slotting in the notes into their assigned compartments before handing over the receipt. He didn't miss a beat when he noticed the way she was jumped and seemed skittish as if she was waiting for something to come out and bite her. She must be quite anti social or it was a different matter entirely, which he suspected was the latter. "Tourists. Sounds about right." Wondering what those rent a car places thought when not informing foreign drivers of the rules of the road. "I'm sure." He informed her, coming out from behind the counter to head into the garage. He pushed her bike out and slammed on the breaks to make double sure they worked. "All good. Have a safe trip." He told her.

"Probably, the licence plate said it was from one of the local renter's company. You can tell from the first three letters" She said as she took the receipt in her hand and followed him to her her bike. "Thanks again." Velia aid as she zipped up her jacket and pulled her helmet from her bag. She bit her lip and looked at him. "Miss Cordelia says hello by the way." She said under her breath. She then slipped a leg over the seat and pulled her helmet as she started the vehicle.

((Okay so when Velia leaves I have other characters open if you would liek to rp with one, as for Myles, would you like to time lapse so that Luka is coming into work?))

(( Hmm well I'm not sure what to Rp with just Myles and Luka at work. lol I know he's meant to be teaching him but I don't think it would be a very invigorating Rp... And I have a feeling it would go down hill. ))

Myles watched her take off, frowning at her little comment. Hello. Was the last thing he wanted to hear from Miss Cordelia. Either way he went back and rolled under the vintage aston martin, knowing he had a busy day ahead of him. He'd go check on his sister after work no doubt about it.

((lol okay well same goes for you then we cna say later that evening or night ebfore tomorrow and you cna rp else where if you like.))

((sure sounds fine with me. I'll look over an see which would better get along with her))

((okay))

((lol it is totally up to you have you seen the variety I have...I have a little bit of everything, so you cna have a warlock, a hunter, or a mortal...I don't do females so I don't have witches.

Pixie jsut tell em when you find someone who would work for you.))

((either Mathew or Julian. Probably Mathew though))

(Okay well he isat his club right now unless you want some oter place.))

((alright, she can be delivering something from Cordelia since he's on the counsel.))

((okay Well he has already been posted there..sooo your turn.))

((Alright sweetie pie lol sorry IDK why but I've been calling everyone sweetie and stuff today))

((lol np remember the club he is at is Ecstasy Illusions))

Lukas pulls up in his jeep seeing he was right on time, but no one else was here. He parked the car and walked back to the garage, "Hello?" e asks only hearing his own voice and the shop was rather creepy when no one was around. He walked around for a moment having everything he needed...He was already trained and Myles seemed impressed enough though he would never admit it probably.

(I figured a short time lapse to a few days after him working there.

(( okie dokie ))

Myles had the fuss of having to teleport back to his motorbike and then he had to teleport his sisters bike to the school before returning to his bike to drive to the garage. Julian was a good kid he just needed straightening out was all and so far he was starting on the right path. He drove up to the garage, late for the first time in ever. He parked close to the entrance and took off his helmet, hopping off the bike. He saw Lukas's car and was glad to see the boy as on time. He made his way into the garage looking pretty tired. "Morning Lukas, we busy today?" He asked, his mind a little slow on the bookings for today as he went to put some overalls on to protect his real clothes.

Lukas moves to the booking lis and reviews it, actually I guess we are only doing walk ins today as far as I can see no precalls have be scheduled." He says plainly moving to the garage office and clocking in. "I'm six minutes late on clocking in, sorry, got a bit worried when I saw you weren't here." He apologizes.

Myles felt slightly relieved at the news considering he didn't have the energy or focus to do much of anything today. This was probably the worst state he'd been in in ages. He finished tying up his overalls and grabbed a tool box. "That's fine." He yawned. "Had a rough time last night, that is why I'm late." He mumbled, trying to snap himself awake. "We can just work on the vintage car until someone comes in." He told him, getting on the board and lying down to do the under belly. "You can do the top half." He told him, trying to control his yawning as he grabs his first tool.

Lukas nods and starts getting to work, just to start some conversation while they worked he started on the engine Myles having taught him not to always rely on just his linguistics. "So...I met your sister last night...I had to stay in the spare room at the school because MAthew wasn't answering his phone and I guess he locked the door and passed out again." He says easily.

What Lukas said woke him right up. "You what?" He asked in a tone that had no messing. His sister had slept in the same room as this guy? He didn't know whether to throttle him or to go and give a lecture to his sister. Why the hell hadn't she come and gotten him or changed rooms or something else. "If you tried anything I might just squish you under this car." He muttered, his mood darkening. His baby sister in a room with a guy. Nope, it made him angry just thinking about it. He pushed himself from out under the car. "What did you do?"

Lukas frowns, "well I walked in she was in her pj's I undressed and slept on the couch while she slept in the bed. I went wolf and left the school..."Don't worry, Myles...I'm gay...no harm no foul." He promises. He began to wonder now if Myles would be the usual homophobic kind of manly man...but naturally all the cute guys were.