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posted Dec 15 2017, 05:00 PM //
Utterly mad. Aurelius had spent all morning work with Schuyler Haas, the illtempered griffin, and quite frankly, his mood could not be lower. The wicked, vile woman had spat insults at him all morning, refused to follow his carefully planned system and practically fed him ill emotions all morning. If his headache was not due to a lack of tea, it was certainly due to her terrible attitude.
THankfully, he could correct the former, at least. The unicorn was itching for a cup of his favourite beverage. Amidst the hustle and bustle, a green tea could do wonders to one's spirit, especially if it was prepared correctly. Aurelius usually demanded an intern make his tea for him, but in these circumstances, he wouldn't risk such a mistake. His drink had to be perfect. There was nothing for it but to make his own.
When the unicorn got to the kitchen, he found another person already making some drinks. Ignoring him, he marched forward to grab a cup. There were no cups. "Utterly ridiculous." He pulled open the dishwasher to fetch one. of course, it hadn't been on yet. Of course. "First, they make me work with a ridiculous griffin with no sense of proper behaviour, who refuses to follow the most basic organising system, who insisted on swearing every five seconds... then some idiot can't even be bothered to turn on the washer."
Still grumbling, he shoved a tablet in the machine, slammed it shut, and went to wash up his cup. What next? Was he to work with a demon this afternoon? Perhaps a dragon! Blue eyes cast a glance to his companion. It seemed that he had been tasked with getting half the office's drinks.
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posted Dec 21 2017, 07:45 PM //
posted Dec 27 2017, 04:59 PM //
Still grumbling, Aurelius dried up his cup and poured hot water in, along with a thermometer. Green tea, his tea, needed to be brewed at exactly 80 degrees. It was a highly precise art which, quite frankly, most employees were too dense to get. Bending down to check the temperature, he caught the second question from the other person in the room. Blue eyes squinted. He had no idea who the man was.
Aurelius gave him a quick look over, trying to place the face. Ah, yes. The human intern. Whatever its name was. What management were thinking by bringing in a mundane, of all things, he would never know. Honestly, the things were useless for most tasks and a distraction to half the beings in the building. Humans were prey for a number of the supernatural. Really, it was utterly ridiculous.
"In a tizzy? I am not in a tizzy," he snapped irritably. Aurelius gave the human a quick glance again. It would not understand. But the unicorn did fancy a vent. He supposed that of all things, he might as well complain to a human. What was it going to do? Stab him to death? The thought made his spine quiver. No, actually, he would prefer that the human did not do that. Re-regardless, there was certainly no harm in it.
Aurelius let out a sigh, leaning against the cabinet. "I have had the most dreadful morning," he declared, "First, I am put on an intelligence mission with a griffin of all things." Aurelius gave the man a side glance. "Have you ever worked with a griffin? They are gruff, rude, aggressive and lacking any sense of basic organisation or intelligence. Vile creatures." Shaking his head, he peered again at the thermometer. Eighy four degrees. Not quite enough yet.
"First she turns up late with the wrong drink, losing her temper when I point out her lateness. Then when we go through the material, she ignores the methodical filing system to fling the papers into two messy piles, barely making any notes on what is useful and what isn't, while continuing to threaten me and trample all over my organised notes." He growled, crossing his arms. "And then she suggests I called her incompetent to her face. That awful woman."
Yes, Aurelius certainly had no desire to work with her in the near future. The unicorn cast a glance at the human. "I am certain from listening that you can understand how dreadful it has been." Or perhaps he couldn't. What did interns do anyway? Make tea hourly?
posted Jan 8 2018, 07:34 PM //
posted Jan 13 2018, 01:09 PM //
The signs of sympathy, rarely offered, drew a curious glance to the human drinking at the sink. It seemed he was a good listener. It tempted Aurelius to take full advantage and clear everything of his chest. He checked the thermometer of his cup again, looking up as Frey mentioned working alone. A rarity in this department. "I am utterly envious," Aurelius grumbled back. "I am forced to work with the most tiresome, difficult people on a daily basis." He growled, giving the cup a stir. "And yes, it was a communications agent. A vile, violent, terrible communications agent."
Wrinkling his nose, he continued, glaring at the cup. "Griffins are violent, vicious creatures. They eat most people and they never fail to throw their weight around." The unicorn quivered at the mention of vampires, and the thought of his blood being sucked by one of those creatures. "I would certainly take one over a vampire, however. I am surprised you're not dead." A human surely had no defence against those fiends. All it took was for one to want a snack and the human was gone. This person must be quite brave,
"Anyway, I certainly do not intend to work with her again. I have demanded that we be kept on different jobs," he declared, crossing his arms, "I am not going to be bullied or threatened in pursuing my work, especially not by a predator species. Absolutely not." The unicorn shook his head firmly, checking the temperature one last time. It appeared to be perfect. Beaming, he popped in the tea bag. "It is green tea. Green tea must be prepared at 80 degrees to ensure the correct flavour. ANything else is to vandalise the tea bag."
Which was why he'd given up asking a colleague to do it. They never got it right and no one, especially not Aurelius, wanted a ruined green tea. "What do you have to do for an attachment? I've never heard of such a thing. Sparring sounds dreadful." The unicorn had no desire to participate in sparring, of all things. Far too violent.