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[When the feed cuts on, it's later in the evening, well after the first day of Rocket training, and thus Emet-Selch is not wearing his uniform while in his little dormitory. What he is wearing is far more extravagant. Yes, he took the time to put that thing back on, he wasn't about to suffer the alternative longer than what was necessary. Of course there are likely those who saw him in that most abhorrent uniform, if others were in training or aiding in the training that is. All of which he's been entirely quick in mastering, almost as if he's already...mastered such trivial skills. He has, and plus some.
Regardless, that's not what this is about. Well, it kinda is, actually.]
Good evening, I am Solus zos Galvus—your newest recruit to this fine organization of unscrupulous villains. Certainly prompt with the training, aren't they? That sort of rigid discipline I can most certainly respect—after all, with poor foundation, you cannot expect aught else but for everything to come crumbling down around you.
[He settles back in his seat, resting his elbow on the desk he's clearly sitting at, cupping his cheek with the palm of his hand as he lazily gazes into the feed.]
Regardless, such training is wasted on one such as I, but I understand rules are rules, and even I am no exception. [There's the slightest edge of annoyance to his tone, but it disappears as he continues.] Regardless, 'twould do us well to know each other properly, wouldn't you agree? So come, introduce yourselves to me. For I will know each and every one of you, as well as what rank you hold—what skill sets you have, and so forth.
If I am to familiarize myself with this team, to know which holes my expertise should rightly fill, then I must take your measure.
Regardless, that's not what this is about. Well, it kinda is, actually.]
Good evening, I am Solus zos Galvus—your newest recruit to this fine organization of unscrupulous villains. Certainly prompt with the training, aren't they? That sort of rigid discipline I can most certainly respect—after all, with poor foundation, you cannot expect aught else but for everything to come crumbling down around you.
[He settles back in his seat, resting his elbow on the desk he's clearly sitting at, cupping his cheek with the palm of his hand as he lazily gazes into the feed.]
Regardless, such training is wasted on one such as I, but I understand rules are rules, and even I am no exception. [There's the slightest edge of annoyance to his tone, but it disappears as he continues.] Regardless, 'twould do us well to know each other properly, wouldn't you agree? So come, introduce yourselves to me. For I will know each and every one of you, as well as what rank you hold—what skill sets you have, and so forth.
If I am to familiarize myself with this team, to know which holes my expertise should rightly fill, then I must take your measure.
damnit lydia
Look, how do you expect me to handle someone flirting with me where my boyfriend can see it? It's not like I can just say 'sorry, I'm taken.' He knows I'm taken.
[Bitch, that entire statement was 80% performative for the benefit of the man whose bed he sleeps in and another 10% just for the goddamn rhyme. Granted, the final 10% was sincere because holy fuck do their kinks align perfectly, BUT STILL.]
Can't stop won't stop
"I'm taken and not interested." There, there you go. Short, simple, to the point and without mentioning your fucking boyfriend for the umpteenth goddamned time. At this point it's becoming absolutely tiresome as it seems every other damn conversation with you revolves around him somehow.
Everyone else may be polite about it, but it's really wearing thin.
I know you're more interesting than this, is the saddest part of it all.
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Lydia. If we're going to talk about this, can we not do this in front of the new recruit? Because whether or not you have a point, right now it looks like you're deliberately trying to humiliate me.
[Does she have a point? He doesn't fucking know. He's never had a boyfriend he could acknowledge publicly before this. Maybe he does mention said boyfriend too much because of that. He's never been able to before.
God, she's such a bitch. He bets she's from one of those lucky worlds where nobody cares who you fuck.]
not here; but still kinda
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Merely voicing what everyone's thinking.
[Ahaha. If only he knew how dead wrong he was about that with certain groups and races. Steven, Steven, please.]
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He almost says 'Because you're such a goddamn expert in what everyone on the team thinks.' He almost says, 'Fuck you, Lydia, I spent decades in the closet and I will gush about my boyfriend now that I'm out as much as I damn well please.']
Right, [he says tightly instead.]
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Honestly, she'd have prefer him to have said any of that. But she's absolutely taking notice of that tone and just smiling in that absolutely shit-eating manner she's so fond of.]
Don't take it personal, darling~
Or do, doesn't really matter to me either way.
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Lydia? I say this with all due respect: please shut the hell up and let me talk to our new recruit in peace.
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With what respect? Aren't you a senior compared to me and can just order me to shut up? [Is she being serious? No. Does she find it hilarious to push his buttons? Absolutely.]
Also if you think he remotely has any respect for you, then you're delusional.
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[If Steve Palchuk, Spinel, and Connie weren't able to see this, he would totally have used a word other than 'buzz.']
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If you want to continue this... conversation for whatever reason, you know where to find me.
[Spoilsport.]
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