Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Jul 5, 2009 9:43:34 GMT -5
Walking down the hallway as he whistled Baba O'Riley to himself, Forgoil Halifirien was a man with a mission. He'd let this go for far too long and now he was determined to see it through to the end. After all, he felt that his friend was always couped up in that silly office of his, letting his stone sentinal deal with the students, and that the Headmaster could use a change of scenery. And so the man with silvery-grey hair marched down the hall, his usual calm eyes burning with determination.
Reaching the Phoenix statue that guarded the entry to Windwaltz's room, Forgoil paused and eyed the statue warily. It stared back at him with its rubies for eyes and immediately Forgoil felt that he was transplanted into an old Western film. "Hobblescut?" asked the Scotsman tentatively as he tried to guess the new password, but the Phoenix continued to blankly stare at him. "Star-struck lovers? Labarnum branch? Wolfsbane? Lightening Rod? Newsweek? Meryl Streep?" But the guardian to the Headmaster's office refused to budge.
Growing very impatient with the situation, Forgoil said in his thick brogue, "Now ya listen here, ya great bunch o' bricks, and listen good. Ya'll either let me through or I'll tear yer rubies outta yer sockets and wear them on rings!" Hoping that intimidation might move the stone blockade, Halifirien waited with crossed fingers but all the Phoenix did was quirk a craggy eyebrow at his outburst. Swearing aloud, Forgoil shouted, "Are ya in there Talon? It's Frog and we're going out for the day. So ya better put on yer Tyrian robes and get yer sorry arse out here, or Birdie gets it!"
Granted, every word that came out of his mouth was a joke but Forgoil loved to mess with Talon when it came to jokes, and it was sort of a ritual for him by this point.
Reaching the Phoenix statue that guarded the entry to Windwaltz's room, Forgoil paused and eyed the statue warily. It stared back at him with its rubies for eyes and immediately Forgoil felt that he was transplanted into an old Western film. "Hobblescut?" asked the Scotsman tentatively as he tried to guess the new password, but the Phoenix continued to blankly stare at him. "Star-struck lovers? Labarnum branch? Wolfsbane? Lightening Rod? Newsweek? Meryl Streep?" But the guardian to the Headmaster's office refused to budge.
Growing very impatient with the situation, Forgoil said in his thick brogue, "Now ya listen here, ya great bunch o' bricks, and listen good. Ya'll either let me through or I'll tear yer rubies outta yer sockets and wear them on rings!" Hoping that intimidation might move the stone blockade, Halifirien waited with crossed fingers but all the Phoenix did was quirk a craggy eyebrow at his outburst. Swearing aloud, Forgoil shouted, "Are ya in there Talon? It's Frog and we're going out for the day. So ya better put on yer Tyrian robes and get yer sorry arse out here, or Birdie gets it!"
Granted, every word that came out of his mouth was a joke but Forgoil loved to mess with Talon when it came to jokes, and it was sort of a ritual for him by this point.