An owl, very grumpy wild owl, Fly's into the head master's office and drops a letter on Mr. Windwaltz's desk. The Letter read:
Headmaster Talon Windwaltz: My name is Seth Reilley. I realize that your a busy man, your job is about to get even more busy with the start of the coming school year. This letter is a request hopefully for a job at the school. I don't believe I'm qualified to be a teacher, but I'm more than qualified for a job as a groundskeeper or something of the like. In truth I'll take what ever job I can get.
Before you decide anything I Believe it's my responsibility to inform you, even if it may tragically hurt my chances at employment, that my sanity comes into question every full moon. I am curse by the mark of the beast and by the light of every full moon take the form of a werewolf. In fact If I remember right you already met me in that for atop one the towers at the school.
Anyway, I inform you because it would be rather horrible if you hired me and then something irreversible happened. I do not wish to deceive you. nor do I wish to harm anyone. So I'll fully understand if you deny my request.
Sincerely, Seth Reilley
PS: Remember Remus Lupin.
Seth waited for the return owl in fenrir's woods where he was at the moment forced to stay. He hoped he could get out of the forest and back to society and he hoped the Headmaster would understand.
No one guarded the castle grounds, for whatever reason. It was why evil people casually strolled in and out at their own leisure for chats with the headmaster. Syrus, for instance, was one of these people. The most interesting part was that, if they asked, Windwaltz would casually toss them any job they wanted.
So, here was Azrael. He had returned to the school only a couple days after Talon and company had destroyed his empire and caused him to lose control over his greater inferi. Casually strolling into the headmaster's office, he loudly called: "Windwaltz, are you here right now? I want to know if that divinations position is still open."
Instinctively, he flicked his wand to send the letter that had only just been delivered zooming into his hand. "This guy, he doesn't know the difference between 'your' and 'you're'.” he said, after reading it over. “I'll agree with one thing he says: he sure as hell isn't qualified to be a teacher. You should make him your new janitor. At least that would be a more intelligent decision than hiring Syrus."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 23, 2009 20:38:33 GMT -5
"You're not serious, are you?" Talon responded bluntly as Azrael bypassed his Phoenix with ease and strolled in without knocking. The deal they'd made all those years ago resulted in him being able to completely humiliate the Headmaster without a single wand pointed in his face. "Maybe I ought to put him in charge of guarding the school, to keep people like you out."
Of course the benefits of the deal was that Talon was also permitted to insult his rival to no end without any repercussions on his part as well. Ultimately, as long as the two remained 'civil' to one another, no vows were being broken. Talon flicked his wand to return the letter to his hand and stuffed it in his desk.
"Now...really. Azrael. Lord Azrael. The guy who, years ago, was my friend and colleague, who then enslaved my best friend, made deals with my murderous pet, threw me in a tomb, forced me to move to Spain, made a deal with me which practically enslaved me to you in recompense for a Lycan, attacked Spain over the course of the years inbetween then and now, took over a fledgling Ministry trying to bring some peace to this place, and quite recently attacked Drakborough again for no reason whatsoever...you seriously expect me to offer you a job?"
There was silence for a moment.
"If you drop the Lord from your name and address me only as Headmaster, we might have a deal."
Following behind Azrael was the nameless dark wizard, too seeking employment. He dressed in a well made suit, his hair pulled back and his jewelry at a minimum. He decided on his bright purple tie, because he heard Talon liked that color.
"Greetings Headmaster," he said, delivering his well rehearsed speech to no one in particular, "We have met before. I would like to apply for the job of Dark Arts professor, and if that position is not open I would be interested in a Home Economics position, which is my second specialty, as you know. I graduated from Horcux School of the Dark Arts with a masters degree in Death and also from Le Cordon Bleu. I served countless millennium as an agent of darkness as well as seven years as the pastry chef of Buckingham Palace's kitchen staff. Interior decoration is a hobby of mine, as well as war."
Sweat beading out on his forehead, the unnamed wizard anxiously waited a reply.
"Fair enough" Azrael said simply, giving a brief shrug. "See you around...Headmaster." With only the slightest of smirks, Azrael turned and left Talon's office.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 24, 2009 0:38:14 GMT -5
"Wait!" said Talon before Azrael could leave. "I never said what job you were going to receive if you did." He cleared his throat, and pulled out a card from his desk and began to write on it. "You certainly have a great deal of experience in the subject of Divination, but you are a criminal, Azrael. If I were a greater wizard, or should I say, not bound by an unbreakable oath, I would have you sent to Azkaban and have the key thrown away for good."
He looked up, "However, I am not. I am bound to be your ally, and as such I will not turn you into the authorities. Your actions are not what I'd like to see my kids being taught, though. You will stay here, you will receive my protection, but you will not be teaching anybody."
He put the document back in his desk, "until you feel so fit to leave us, you shall be our Janitor. After all, the only thing you've ever done for the good of humanity is cleaning up other people's messes. Or do you not agree?"
Azrael paused at the doorway of Talon’s office, the edge of his mouth twitching, though he managed to maintain his smirk. Evidently Talon, unlike the normal people and animals he pushed around (like Fenrir), actually had testicles and were willing to defy him. Azrael wasn't quite sure he liked that. “Tempting as it is, I think I’d much rather prefer to extend my counter-offer.” he said, turning back to the Headmaster. “You sit here and go hire someone else with a known habit of killing children. Perhaps Scorpius or that other higher up shadow guy, for instance. After all, you have shown to have no reservation when it comes to hiring those with a record of murdering your students. Meanwhile, I’d prefer to take my chances with Mustang, Fenrir and Forbes. I have no qualms with seeing the tunnel, the village or even the forest burn if that is what it comes down to in the end.”
“Now, I trust you took care of my former army properly?” He said sarcastically, having a good idea in his mind of exactly how Talon had dealt with the problem. “It is fortunate you had someone on hand who understood the problem and was able to properly advise you. I mean, obviously only a fool would charge in blasting things apart left and right until the situation seemed superficially to be under control."
"But, that is beside the point, as you are clearly not the sort of fool to act in such a manner. As such, I take my leave of you, confidant that my armies have been thoroughly taken care of and will not make a habit of randomly popping back up at inopportune times due to the work of a sloppy cleanup crew."
“Well then, if that is all, I assume this concludes our little chat?” Azrael asked.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 24, 2009 2:48:56 GMT -5
Talon smiled, shaking his head and sitting back in his chair, "Right, of course. You'd never damage your pride, even if it means your safety. By all means, leave, go, may safety from the International Confederacy of Wizards be yours. In fact, I think it might even be smarter to leave Spain all together! Maybe old Claire has her spot open again and wants you back.
"I'd even hold you done with your oath, and our alliance done, if you feel the same way." Talon added in. "Then we can go our separate ways and need never speak again. But, most likely, as much as you berate me, you still need me. Need me to stay still, need me to defend you, and need me to help you."
He tapped his desk, "So you'll stay in Spain, and you'll still make my life a living hell. Because you know that here, you have a security net."
"I'll bet you would just love it to have our oath gone. It would be so convenient to finally be able to just blast me when my back is turned and make all the troubles I cause disappear." Azrael shot back. Though he couldn't very well fight back against the silly comic book level of magic practiced by the shadows or the raw power of elementalism in a face-to-face duel, when it came to words he was truly at his best. "Unfortunately, you're about as persuasive as Ashelle, who thought that compliments alone would compel me to risk my life attacking some silly monster hunting organization for her."
"Call it a security net, if you like." Azrael continued, making a dismissive gesture with his hand as he did so. "You say I have pride, which I will readily agree to, yet I am no fool. I have you as one of the most predictable pawns on the table and would love nothing more than to keep it as such."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 24, 2009 3:33:35 GMT -5
"Blast you when your back is turned?" Talon said, his face turning to a curious expression. "I may not like you very much, Azrael, or the troubles you've caused me and my students, but I certainly don't dislike you to the point of murder. Rather, to be honest, I was afraid the moment the oath was finished you'd attack me right here in my own office."
The Headmaster shook his head, laughing a little, "come on, honestly? I know the only reason you came here today was to be inside the school. You hoped to turn the people against me, try to weaken me, attack me when my eyes were closed...you tried it with Claire, why not do it to me? Azrael, you try the same tricks again and again, even if your great gift is exposing flaws, it can't help you forever."
After all, to simply mock someone repeatedly and uncover all their flaws was the realm of tree spirits who liked to not do anything in posts except make their other characters look good while making others look bad. "I won't compliment you, Azrael - because you won't win. You'll never win. You dreamed of control years ago, and now you're completely helpless - and look at me! Sitting in my nice leather chair, kicking back, enjoying what life I can when I'm not saving the world...and your only victories are making me look bad."
He let that stay in the air for a moment before coughing and saying, "well then there's nothing more to say, is there? Have a pleasant evening."
"Never win, eh? Interesting that you should say this along with flaunting your position when it was my will that you hold this position so many years ago. It would seem to me that what I said should happen has indeed come to pass." Azrael said with a shrug. Regardless of the circumstances, he still could claim that this had something to do with his knack towards divinations. Regardless of how it came to pass, a prediction was a prediction.
"Still, if you are thoroughly convinced that you can succeed on your own, then who am I to stop you?" Azrael said, pointing his wand at the ceiling. With an effort of will, he did what few others in the school could manage, dispel the anti-apparition charm in place on the school. It was not because he was any more powerful than any other witch or wizard here, but due to the fact that it had been Azrael who had cast the spell in the first place. Let Talon recast it if he wanted, Azrael would have no part in his defense.
"As you have already agreed, I will hold our oath fulfilled and our alliance ended. Good-bye, Talon." As he spoke, he flicked his wand, causing a random book from Talon's office to shoot into his hand. 'The Veela's Paramour', it read on the title, being some trashy romance novel or another of little significance. In that same motion, however, Azrael pivoted on the spot and disappeared with a loud 'CRACK'.
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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