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Post by Rainstorm Aria on May 6, 2007 9:24:00 GMT -5
Annikka leaned back in her chair and stared out of the window with a jaundiced eye. An hour of this, and already she was bored of precocious fourteen-year-olds who wanted advanced tutoring.
She sat forward again and opened a drawer in her desk, looking for Erinn's homework from the last tutor session. It wasn't there, and she frowned. Trying not to disturb the working teenager, she stood and started riffling through various piles of paperwork and such in her in-tray and then her out-tray. Then, she popped outside, keeping the door wedged open so she could hear if Erinn got up to any tricks, and checked her pigeonhole. The homework wasn't there, either, and Annikka slipped back into her room, closing the door quietly.
"Erinn," she said, wondering if she could possibly have missed the essay among the piles of papers stacked on shelves, her desk, a miscellaneous chair and a couple of spots on the floor, "did you hand in your essay from last time, or have I just lost it?"
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Post by MageWhisper on May 6, 2007 18:30:21 GMT -5
Erinn yawned as she waited for Annikka to find her essay on the various uses of herbs for healing. After a month of pleading, Annikka had finally agreed to give her advanced lessons. Erinn's task this week was to make a blemish cure, but she soon grew bored of that, and right before she dropped in a pinch of stink powder, Annikka walked in and asked her,
"Erinn, did you hand in your essay from last time, or have I just lost it?"
She quickly dropped the powder back in its bowl and answered,
"I left it on top of the only clear spot in your office." said Erinn, "Try the chair."
(OOC: Sorry if this is bad or too short, I've never RPed before)
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Post by Rainstorm Aria on May 7, 2007 9:33:15 GMT -5
((OOC: No! Not at all! Don't worry, it's fine.))
Annikka frowned in the direction of the apparatus Erinn was using, and picked up the bowl of stink powder and corked it. "Certain? My office is incredibly cluttered, I know. All right, I'll check in a moment." She waved the safely stoppered bowl at Erinn. "By the way, this is for my personal use. It happens to be quite toxic if you're allergic to it, as well as very smelly, so if you got any on your fingers, go and wash it off."
She picked up the piles of things on the chair and perched on a corner of her desk, sorting through them. "There's a diagram here from two weeks ago, which has been marked-" she held it out to the girl; the work had been good, and had deserved the A she gave it- "note of complaint from noble, note of complaint from noble, petition from- oh, put that in the waste-paper bin, will you?" Annikka pushed it towards Erinn. "It's the joke petition from the students. It comes every year. I know, I used to sign it." She continued flipping through the papers. "Letter from the provost, demanding more on-call healers- right, I'll write a rude reply to that in a moment."
"But," she said, looking up, "no homework." She let the words hang in the air for a moment, and then said quietly, "You didn't hand it in, did you?"
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Post by MageWhisper on May 7, 2007 12:19:28 GMT -5
Erinn grabbed the sheet of paper from Annikka and tossed it in the trash bin.
"You didn't hand it in, did you?"
"Of course I did, Healer Annikka," said Erinn, smiling innocently. Technically, she had turned in something, just not an essay about herbs and healing. What she did hand in was a copy of the joke petition, that Annikka had just told her to throw away.
"Since my homework is missing," asked Erinn, "instead of going over herbs, can we go down to the infirmary and do something interesting?"
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Post by Rainstorm Aria on May 7, 2007 13:46:33 GMT -5
((OOC: Okay, Erinn got Annikka maaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Sorry. ><))
"Of course I did, Healer Annikka."
"Don't mess me about," Annikka said, patience wearing thin. "You didn't. The smile is a dead giveaway, by the way, it's too innocent. I'm not going to give punishment work this time, because all the homeworks that you've handed in have been really good. You're talented, you just can't be damned to work with it." She sat down, seized a piece of good paper, an ink bottle and a pen, dipped the pen, and began to write. Provost, I regret to say that the Healers under my jurisdiction-
"Since my homework is missing," asked Erinn, "instead of going over herbs, can we go down to the infirmary and do something interesting?"
The pen paused in mid-air, and Annikka resisted the temptation to throw it down and give the girl a two thousand word essay on the medical uses of poppy juice. "I think I've said this before, but no." She put the pen down carefully. "All you've shown me since these damn lessons, two hours which, by the way, I can think of eight separate other uses for off the top of my head, started is that you're very talented, clever, you dislike me, you don't apply yourself to things you don't want to do, and you overestimate what you can do! I'm not convinced that it would be safe to let you loose on patients. I am not. I don't care what your other teachers think. You asked for lessons, so be taught. D'you think I teach anyone else? D'you think I have the time?" She picked up the pen and stabbed the ink-bottle with it, scribbling furiously.
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Post by MageWhisper on May 17, 2007 20:15:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry I haven't added in a while, it's finals week at school, and I'm supposed to be studying)
"Don't mess me about. You didn't" Erinn could definitely sense that Annikka was already exasperated. She was just trying get Annikka so annoyed and frustrated with her, that she would hand her off to some other healer, and then Erinn could actually do something interesting.
Potions and cures were so tedious, thought Erinn, and I already know most of them.
"All you've shown me since these damn lessons, two hours which, by the way, I can think of eight separate other uses for off the top of my head, started is that you're very talented, clever, you dislike me, you don't apply yourself to things you don't want to do, and you overestimate what you can do! I'm not convinced that it would be safe to let you loose on patients. I am not. I don't care what your other teachers think. You asked for lessons, so be taught. D'you think I teach anyone else? D'you think I have the time?"
Erinn could tell that Annikka was really furious. From her experience with the healer's temper, if Erinn fooled around any more, Annikka would most likely end her advanced lessons, and however boring they were, she did learn a lot.
Time to quit pestering her for a bit, thought Erinn, I really hope she's not too mad.
"I'll redo the essay," said Erinn, trying a bit too hard to be earnest, "but I probably just left it at home."
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Post by Rainstorm Aria on May 19, 2007 14:18:01 GMT -5
are not numerous enough to divert more away from their normal duties Annikka wrote.
"I'll redo the essay," said Erinn, trying a bit too hard to be earnest, "but I probably just left it at home."
Annikka raised her eyes to her student's for a moment. "I can tell you three things. One: you didn't do your homework to leave it at home. Two: you think this is really boring. Right, so did I, but it's necessary, all right? Three: you don't believe a word I say. Except," she added, "the textbook bits about the potions and cures and whatnot. So you want to go out and heal? Prove to me you can keep calm and be responsible."
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Post by MageWhisper on Jun 14, 2007 13:52:43 GMT -5
Darn, thought Erinn, how in the world am I supposed to convince her I'm calm and responsible after handing that fake essay in? If I stop fooling about, she'll let me do something, but lessons will drag on forever.
"What if I don't heal patients in the infirmary, but others, so I can try practical magic?" Erinn asked, "I don't mind the homework, but I've never actually healed anyone. Is there anywhere else I can actually try healing people?"
Erinn hoped that maybe she could help out in Corus, or at least heal pages or something.
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Post by Rainstorm Aria on Jun 14, 2007 15:01:01 GMT -5
"What if I don't heal patients in the infirmary, but others, so I can try practical magic?" Erinn asked, "I don't mind the homework, but I've never actually healed anyone. Is there anywhere else I can actually try healing people?"
Annikka's eyes almost popped, and she spilt tea over her almost-finished letter, resulting in a foul swearword. "... oh, Goddess preserve me from my own stupidity. And my big mouth. Don't tell anyone I said that." She leaned back in her chair, scrumpled up the damp letter, and threw in at the wastepaper basket- missing. "Ah well. Anyway. You said you've never healed anyone? You've never practiced on your friends, or on your siblings? Really?" She shook her head in disbelief.
"Moving swiftly on. If what you were angling at was helping out in one of the city healers' practices, think again. They have to make money. We rely on what the noble families pay us for constant medical care. They'll want references- and most importantly you're too young. I know that sounds dreadful, but you are to be working in a city practice unsupervised."
She mopped up the rest of the spill and got up to get a clean sheet of paper, still talking. "Maids and so on do injure themselves frequently, but they don't often come here. I'm not exposing you to Dogs' and soldiers' injuries, even in practice, while you're as unexperienced as you are. Sorry. There's a new disgusting and sickening accident discovered at least once a week, I'm told. On the other hand, pages and squires are very accident-prone, pains in the neck, the training-master patronises me, and if you're good at making the potions, teas and balms that we use every day you can earn quite a lot of pocket money off them."
Annikka sat down. "End answer? I'll think about it... when you hand in your essay."
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Post by alannatheknightess on Jun 27, 2007 19:35:05 GMT -5
(OCC: I can't tell, is this thread still running?)
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Post by Rainstorm Aria on Jun 28, 2007 7:01:38 GMT -5
I d'no. Maya doesn't get to be on very often.
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Post by alannatheknightess on Jun 30, 2007 20:32:51 GMT -5
(OCC: Well, if it isn't like, officially ended, I'll leave it open.)
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