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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 3, 2007 0:33:13 GMT -5
Aesir tried holding back his smile. It was horribly unsuccessful.
I like this one. She's definitely got some spunk.
He sniggered a bit at the last part, grinning widely now. "Definately a fun one, he is. S'ok though; I spoke to the Headmistress. He's gonna be coming in with a limp soon enough cuz he's about ter have a boot lodged in there too."
He looked over, surprised about the shirt. He quickly took a few steps over and lifted it up. "Hey! Ye really did! Ye saved it's life!" he said, amazed. He fixed her with a mock look of tearful appreciation clutching the shirt like an award. "Ye're a miracle worker, Doctor! It never wouldn't have made it through without you. Do ye do grass stains and mud, too? Cuz if so, i got patients lined up a plenty..."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 3, 2007 0:02:52 GMT -5
The door opened and Aesir walked back inside, another student in tow. The young girl seemed to be coming in to visit a friend, when the flight professor walked in.
He continued on his way, now wearing his jacket as well, walking passed the student from his class. With fearful eyes, the boy piped up.
"Sir? Am I in trouble?"
Aesir kept walking. "You gonna do it again?"
"No, sir!"
"Good. Detention. My office tomorrow."
The boy fell back into his bed, defeated and crestfallen. The flight professor continued onward until he found the Doctor.
"Oi, Doctor. Sorry bout before. Jerk really got me fires burnin'. Didn't mean ter be such a dork meself. The kid goin' ter be alright?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 22:39:07 GMT -5
Aesir continued storming out of the medical hall, only turning his head to look at the student while storming passed. "I'll be back for ye, so don't go anywhere, lest ye want to stay here for a longer period than ye intended. "I'll be back, Doctor Lannsman!" he said, first pointing his finger at the boy angrily, and yelling the second over his shoulder.
He pushed opened the doors and slammed them in his wake.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 11:05:12 GMT -5
[insert swearing and insults about Orynn's birth and personality]
Aesir fixed Orynn with a blistering scowl, not backing down in the slightest. He didn't turn to acknowledge Althea's words.
"S'alright, Doctor Lannsman. According to Sticks over here, the province has been getting pretty crowded anyway, with the knowledge of listening and speaking. Looks like they had to remove patience and respect to make room for those. I'll be over talkin' to the student once yer done removing the wand from his sphincter." he spat venomously as he shouldered past Orynn, walking right into him and past him without looking back.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 1:54:38 GMT -5
"Aesir MacLeod." he replied, eyeing her. "Any relation to the big guy? Scars, black hair, sword, fights like a jedi, should've whopped the Deputy some?"
He shook her hand in return as he pondered the possibilities.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 1:38:29 GMT -5
Aesir didn't seem to be paying much attention when he was told the location of the sink. He stalked over to it and managed to get the water going, scrubbing his hands vigorously to wipe the blood off. He ran his hands through the running water and then through his hair for a minute and over his face. He turned the water off and stood there, holding the edge of the sink. He didn't seem to happy about anything at the moment.
With a steadying breath, Aesir turned around and looked to Althea, rubbing his wet hands dry on his pant legs. "Sorry 'bot all this. First time a student got one up on m. Won't happen again." he said, sounding a little more than ticked off. "I'm uh, I'm professor MacLeod. Dunno if ye heard of me. Teach flight class."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 1:25:42 GMT -5
Aesir was unimpressed.
He shrugged. "Brilliant or no, this was no quidditch match. This was still one of the first flying lessons and he gone and pulled somethin' like that while me back was turned. If he doesn't have a concussion from that stupid stunt, he'll be back for a second visit when I'm done with him. Anyway, ye know when they want quidditch started round here?" he said gruffly, folding his arms over his chest. He quickly pulled his hands back as he noticed one was still bloody and he smeared himself.
"Ah, fer the love of..." he muttered as he held his hands up in helplessness. "There anythin' I can wipe me hands with, Doc?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 0:38:04 GMT -5
Aesir helped her deposit the child on the bed, speaking as he was doing so. "I was helping some of the other first years on their maneuvering and this one had the bright idea ter try and balance himself on the broom like it were a surfboard. Landed right on his d*mn face an' knocked hisself out colder than me grandpap's heart."
He tossed his bloodied shirt into a nearby garbage can.
Never liked that shirt anyway.
He moved aside once he finished what she'd asked of him, letting her do her work so he wouldn't get in her way.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 0:13:54 GMT -5
The door to the Hospital Wing swung open as Aesir walked in hurriedly; his broom was currently being occupied by an unconscious first year. The boy's nose was bleeding profusely, but was being staunched by Aesir's and one of his t-shirts; he was wearing his tank top now. The boy was suspended on Aesir's broom in a carrying harness, lying down on his stomach so the blood wouldn't get in the way of his breathing.
Stupid, stupid kid! Why do they never listen? Why! No surfing on a broomstick! That's completely retarded!
Aesir seemed out of breath and had worked up a sweat. His wand, tucked in his belt had a bloody handle.
"Doc! I need some help here!" he yelled aloud, not seeing anyone as he walked in.
Great! Now I gotta deal with this kid...I suppose if she doesn't come soon there's a dumpster nearby. That'll take care of that. God I hate show offs!
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 26, 2007 0:19:27 GMT -5
Aesir listened to Shellivi's explanations of Nicholas and the Deputy with the occassional nod and affirmation, keeping his mind on the conversation at hand. When she began talking about her "convenience" of being an Animagi, it took all he could from taking a few steps forward to give her a comforting hug.
Ah, of course. The wonders of wizarding world 'conveniences'. I wouldn't know.
Instead, he took his broom from his shoulder and sat on it, speaking in a quiet tone passed the lump in his throat. "Aye, why don't we take this outside. It be a beautiful day, I see no point in wasting blue sky by staying in here. Lead the way, Shellivia." he said, in a surprisingly compassionate and sympathetic voice.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 25, 2007 14:57:47 GMT -5
Aesir stood in blatant shock at seeing her transform into a human form. If his open stare wasn't enough, his slight jump and sudden yell of surprise might have tipped her off.
Okay. Didn't expect that.
He blinked a few times as he took in her new appearance.
So scratch that hindquarters comment. I think that problem looks pretty much solved. Alright, MacLeod, keep it cool.
He tried to cover up his surprise and switch the subject.
"So, yeah, flyin'. It, uh, I really like it. And no rematch? That's a shame." he shrugged and gave her a quizzical look as he rubbed his stubbly chin. "He wouldn't hold back, eh? You mean he can do more than that? d*mn, that's really too bad. That Orynn feller needs ter know a thing or two 'bout playin' right on the field."
He looked about the hall innocently enough. "So, how the hell d'ya do that, exactly? With the poofing, and turning into...something else." he asked.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 24, 2007 0:57:57 GMT -5
Aesir walked out with the centaur, running a hand through his windswept hair. It seemed like a habitual thing. Listening to Shellivia, he grinned heartily somewhat at her comments and thrust a hand out. "Aesir MacLeod, Flight instructor." he responded. He seemed to finally take in her pretty smile, trying to return his own in kind. "The pleasure is all mine."
Ye know, she's kinda pretty. Most of her, anyway. Can't say I really dig the hindquarters that much.
He looked back towards the room. "So, ye know the big guy with the sword? I sure as hell don't hope any of the students try one third o' the stuff he done in that match. It's madness, is what it is. Can't wait to see the rematch though." he offered, trying to lighten the mood himself.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 23, 2007 11:36:11 GMT -5
Aesir looked to the writhing Deputy Headmaster, his face a little more pale and drawn than usual. His eyes looked to Oynn's leg as it flickered in and out of its natural state.
That's very unsettlin'...Never mess with the swordsman.
It wasn't until Elsbeth gently touched his shoulder that he registered she was talking to him. He looked back into her eyes as he brought his hand up to hers and squeezed it lightly himself. "Right. Sorry bout that. I'm sure they'll be alright. I'll, uh...I'll be around."
With that, he turned and walked out of the room, slinging his broom over his shoulder again.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 21, 2007 20:10:51 GMT -5
Aesir had watched the entire duel in complete shock. Never had he seen anything like it before! It was incredible!
That Gryffindor guy is like a freakin' Jedi!
When the fght was finally over, he watched Elsbeth and the others run to the professors who had their weapons aimed at each other to kill.
It's like something out of a John Woo film!
Nicholas had ordered Aesir to move Orynn to the Hopsital wing. A little indignant at first as to being ordered around, he was goignt o object when the withering gaze of the swordsman came his way.
Aesir gulped.
"Ay, sure, I'll-I'll do that." he said, moving towards the others and unslinging his broom from his shoulder. He set it down to hover and helped Orynn up onto it. He was amazed when he found that Orynn was light as a feather.
Nice spell.
Without waiting much further, he began to shepherd the Deputy Headmaster towards the Hopsital Wing.
"So, whens the rematch?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 11, 2007 23:47:18 GMT -5
Aesir tried his best not to gawk at the helpful being before him. The amount of success or lack thereof was another matter altogether.
But at least he tried.
He nodded somewhat unsure, smiling awkwardly. "Uh huh....Right, got it. Well, thank ye very much...er...um...Thanks! I'll just, um....mosey on along an' follow the trail of uh...students, I s'pose. Thanks 'gain, much obliged!"
He quickly gave her a nod and began a quick stroll towards the main hall, chastising himself along the way.
I must sound like a bloomin' twit.
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