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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Nov 29, 2007 0:02:50 GMT -5
Still in his billowing and fine robes, a roll of parchment in one hand and his duffel bag still hung haphazardly off his one shoulder he takes a quiet walk to look over the lake again, and to try and relax some for his anxiety was still hovering under his skin.
My goodness, I almost got sacked before my first day. Good job Syhinad. Good Job.
His monologue going unnoticed at the moment, he produces his parchment to scan the attendants of his class, and to possibly begin to write that course outline he meant to write, but actually had set aside for another time.
Just something to give them an idea I guess, I mean displaying will give them a much better idea than some writing and stuff.
He leaned against a tall oak, and then got lost in thought again regarding the serene calm of the lake.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 29, 2007 0:08:33 GMT -5
There was a bit off a breeze as something zoomed by overhead, a shadow flashing by. There was also another noise off in the distance. it was quiet at first, but picked up in volume as something approached from above the treeline.
"YEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Aesir bolted past the tree trunk where the man had been sitting, only two feet away from his seated position. The broom he rode upon dnaced in the sky like a leaf in a hurricane as he flashed past, heading towards the lake.
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Nov 29, 2007 0:22:38 GMT -5
"Goodness, a little too much zest in their coffee..."
Syhinad whirls his wand to gather his fluttered parchment, and glances up again to the flying hurricaine of a man.
"Would you mind gathering my hat while your up there? it sort of swirled up in the breeze when you flew by!"
He shouts at him trying to get at him while he's flying about.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 29, 2007 0:32:19 GMT -5
Something was stuck to the end of the broom.
Things shouldn't stick to the end of the broom. Things that do that are bad. I don't like bad things.
Aesir eased the broom a bit, plucking the hat from the end of the broom and hearing the comotion behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the man yelling up at him.
Aesir grimaced.
"Oopsie daisie."
Quickly enough, Aesir brought the broom and himself towards the flustered man. When he got close enough, he dismounted, swiftly sling the broom over his shoulder with it's strap. He extended his hand forward, holding the hat.
"Sorry bout that there, mate. Didn't see ye there. Ye should be careful" he said apologetically, scratching his head. He squinted before lifting his goggles up. "Ye new here? Haven't seen ye before."
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Nov 29, 2007 0:36:46 GMT -5
"Well maybe you hadn't been looking hard enough, one might assume as such with the way i nearly met my most untimely doom at the behest head of your oaken deathbolt... i mean broomstick."
Syhinad take his hat back from him and then smirks a little giving a small wink.
"I didn't fight dragons and giants singlehandedly to make my way here only to die at the hands of an overzealous man and his boom..."
He laughs good naturedly and takes his hand giving a firm shake.
"My names Syhinad, and yes, i have just arrived. Resident charms professor, or soon to be, tomorrow i officially start. May I have the name of my casual executor?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 29, 2007 0:44:30 GMT -5
Aesir smiled and laughed along with the man.
I like him. This is promising.
He thrust his hand out to eagerly shake Syhinad's.
"Aesir MacLeod, resident executioner, providing swift death from above at legal speeding limits." he responded, god naturedly. He looked the man in the eye, grinning. "Dragons and giants, eh? Sorry, but I took care of the ones around here meself. Don't think there are any left. There might be a few gnomes for ye though."
He looked the man over again. There was something about him...
"Ye know, it's weird, but I get the feelin' I know ye from somewhere."
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Nov 29, 2007 0:55:40 GMT -5
"Speeding limits on the autobahn maybe.."
Syhinad laughs again. He looks over the flying instructor approvingly.
For whom the bell tolls apparently? no that dosen't make any sense...that's a song.. and he's flying. Right. Quite the friendly fellow. I like this guy.
Ah that's good that the dragons and giants here have been taken care of. I was a little tired out after my recent bouts, and don't fancy spinning round only to loose what little bit of lunch i managed to keep down from my trip down in the ever annoying tube. But I digress..."
Takes a step back and crosses his arms, scrutinizing him a moment looking pensive.
You know, i get the same feeling too, past life maybe?
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 29, 2007 0:59:47 GMT -5
Past life? What sort of magical fairy hocus pocus is he spoutin'? Bah, whatever.
Aesir shrugged. "Who knows. In any case, mind if I sit 'longside ye? Wouldn't mind a bit of a sit down. It's a nice day ter enjoy, besides." he said, as he moved to sit down by the tree regardless of whatever Syhinad was going to say.
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Nov 29, 2007 1:06:45 GMT -5
Please, be welcome at my err, tree and lack of hearth. I have some butterbeer with me if i could tempt you? Flying is quite taxing on ones thirst."
Syhinad reaches into his bag and produces two large bottles of butterbeer, twisting off the top. Surprisingly they're cool to the touch and taste.
"Enchanted always cool bottles. A little bit of a small trick of mine. So, apart from tearing through the sky putting comets to shame, what do you do Aesir?"
Syhinad takes a seat at the tree next to him, a deep sip of his butterbeer happens as he relaxes, kicking off his shoes.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 30, 2007 23:52:38 GMT -5
Aesir stopped in his tracks at the mention of a butterbeer.
Oh...there is a god!
"Syhinad...I would kill for some of that drink." he said in a humouristically serious tone. He plopped onto the ground next to Syhinad, swinging his broom out at his feet so it hovered slightly off the ground. Kicking off his shoes, he placed his feet to rest up on the broom as he tucked one arm behind his head, the other nursing a butterbeer.
He took a hearty swig. "You and I are going to get along wonderfully, mate. And ter respond ter yer original question; I'm an inventor on me off time, as well as a musician."
He sighed happily, looking out to the sky.
This was a good day.
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Dec 1, 2007 1:24:53 GMT -5
"Oh a musician! is that so? what instrument, i dabble a little in the musical arts, there was this one time i had enchanted a whole bunch of instruments just so i could play the bass in a tune of mine I really liked, my singing so off key, that the instruments adapted themselves to play to it instead. it was quite the affair!"
Syhinad laughs a little and takes a swig.
"What do you invent?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 1:32:01 GMT -5
"Hey! You play the bass too? That's great! I got me guitar in me office should ye ever want ter take a look at it. Really beauty too! I invent brooms, mostly. Spent a good number of years working in the Cumulo Co. as a Research dev and lead tester. I've also worked on some theoretical work and actual work on flight equipment that's still underway. Have a few I'm still working on meself." he said proudly as he took another swig.
"And what about ye? What do ye do ter keep yerself sane?" he said, looking over to his peculiar companion. "Ish?"
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Dec 2, 2007 1:27:21 GMT -5
"Lots of drinking, and lots of traveling."
Syhinad grins.
"Well actually neither, except really the traveling, ended up once in the Arctic when i was apparating. I worked for the ministry in the accidental magic reversal unit. Crack squad, so to speak. Oddities a dozen, there was one broom once that was more like a bucking bronco! someone was trying to modify their clean sweep to be like a nimbus, but...heh, his attempts were.. less than thrilling, left him with a sore rear end and many a bruise."
Syhinad nods sagely and then grins.
"Experimental broom equipment. that sounds really neat, anything to tell about or all top secret..."
Syhinad taps his nose knowingly.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 2, 2007 22:52:28 GMT -5
Aesir tapped his nose with the bottle's tip.
"Can't really say, but a man with the know how and charming demeanor might be able ter help me with said inventions, though they must remain top secret for the moment. On the condition that he show's up to me laboratory with some of the...resources needed to help fund it." Aesir said, lifting up the bottle of butterbeer and shaking it to make his point.
"Whaddya say? Be nice ter have a well knowledge ministry man such as yerself ter help me out. Deal?"
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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Dec 3, 2007 0:03:49 GMT -5
Syhinad grins wide and nods fervently.
"Charming, quite, you forgot dashingly handsome, but i'm glad you did else i might have to ask questions."
He grins like a bit of an idiot and reaches to clasp Aesir's hand, nodding.
"It'd be my pleasure to aid in any way I can, and upon my honor, not a word spoken elsewhere!"
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