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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 23:15:12 GMT -5
Aesir stomped over to the chair, dragging it over and slumping into it in a huff. He was very tense, his arms and neck muscles bulging from frustration, his stubbly jaw set in anger as he sighed. He looked up to her, ready to say something but stopped short, catching that strange look in her eye and realizing something about her voice when she'd spoken before.
What's her problem?
"Everythin' alright?" he asked, sounding honestly confused.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 23:00:46 GMT -5
Smiling, Aesir opened the door quickly and walked in.
"Hello, Headmistress Pierce. Lovely ter see ye again." he said. He sounded genuine in his hello, but something about his manner was forced and still reeking of compounded rage. "Might I take a seat?"
Remember. Easy does it. Tell her she looks good.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 22:46:06 GMT -5
Aesir stormed his way out of the Medical wing, hopping aboard his broom and flying closer to the ceiling to avoid making more heads roll than needed. He finally arrived to the statue towards the Headmistress' office, still fuming.
Offering the password, he dismounted, slinging his broom over his shoulder. Before knocking on the door, he tried taking a few calming breaths and make sure he looked presentable before Elsbeth. It had been a while since he'd seen her.
Alright, MacLeod, gotta look good, make up for lost time. Ease up in the Orynn topic, and see what ye can do.
He rapped his knuckles on the door after making sure his hair was alright, failing to notice the blood drops and slight smear on his white tanktop.
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