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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.

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I'm busy tomorrow as well, as it turns out. I'm on personal business in Cianwood City. [Hence the obvious hotel room in his background.] I'll see what day I make it back to Goldenrod, and we can organise something then. You should only be training for around a week, so soon you'll have a lot of free time.

According to what I've read on them, they're not a native Pokemon to Johto or Kanto, so they're extremely rare. There's rumours of them being found in the Ruins of Alph - a set of ancient ruins located quite close to Violet City, it's about a five-day hike from Goldenrod - but they're allegedly quite rare.

[Cupping his chin, lost in thought, he nods just enough to give the impression he's listening. The planning for a meet up is of no dire consequence, and once he's given enough free time, it'll be no matter.

More over, he's left to contemplate the Yamask left in his care. Primarily because of its likeness to him and his, but so too is it rare. Whoever chose that particular beast for him certainly knew more than he'd like. Or it was entirely random chance, and even as an Ascian, beings known for sowing the seeds of chaos, he's well aware that chaos is not much more than carefully cultivated and planned mayhem.

Without a doubt, this was purposeful.]

Interesting. Right then, keep me updated on your arrival to Goldenrod. While I have designs to go elsewhere, I am in no rush at all.

[He's deaf, not blind - he is well aware when someone isn't giving him their full attention, because most of the time it's required. And so he raises one eyebrow rather pointedly as his patient gaze turns sharp, and his hand movements become a bit more clipped.]

Do let me know if I'm boring you. I'd hate for talking to you to be a waste of time.

Ah! You will have to forgive me, oft do my thoughts wander, and while I will not deny boredom is the most likely suspect, you have scarce proved yourself to be a pitiful bore.

[Seriously, he has little issue letting people know when he's bored. He can't stand boredom, considers it a cardinal sin, even.]

Merely, I have much to think on, and your intel of sorts has been most informative.

[There's a clearly disbelieving look on his face, but he doesn't press the matter.]

Let me know if I've been repeating anything to the point of redundancy, then. I'm not particularly inclined to paying attention to conversations I'm not directly involved in, so I can't say what Steven or Lydia have already said to you.

[Not least of all because Steven, bless his heart otherwise, only subs when he remembers - or rather assumes - that Tyler will want to read it. So he quite literally can't stalk other people's conversations without completely losing focus on talking to Solus. Which, frankly, he's becoming more and more partial to the idea of.]

If nothing else, I should be back in Goldenrod for an extended period after the eighth, if your designs haven't completely booked you out that night. [look: you're a bitch and he's not about that shit]

[His eyebrows slant upward with a sympathetic smile.]

Quite the contrary, truly. You have gifted me with unique information that has allowed my mind to wander on the greater meaning behind it all. As for our future convergence, I shall keep my schedule free as best as I am able.

[beat]

...Pray, ere we part ways, tell me something. The beasts that you were given upon arrival, were they...uncanny in their relation to you in any way?

[A valid question, he supposes.]

My secondary was a Houndoom, a Fire-Dark dog, so not particularly, but my first was Isis. [And he pauses to give his Natu a rub behind one eye, making her squint happily.] A Psychic type, which means she's able to understand me without speech, small enough to stay out of her ball and on my person without causing a substantial fuss, and able to project my thoughts into other people's minds. While she's not as narratively fitting to me as other Pokemon I've since sought out, she was rather unusually appropriate in letting me work around a poorly compensated disability here.

[He nods at the answer. The Murkrow is only fitting so much as it's a bird, and well...his association with a certain shoebill, though he admits that might be a stretch considering the differences there of. But the Yamask...that is proving rather uncanny indeed.]

I see... [His expression looks contemplative as he murmurs more to himself, but his lips are still rather readable, if Isis has any issue in picking up the sound.] Perhaps I was not mistaken, then...

[And almost like a switch has been flipped his expression lightens into that cat-like smile of his.]

Right! You have my thanks for this most valuable information, if you've naught else to provide at the moment, then I shall nary keep you—unless there is aught you wish to speak to me about?

[Isis is a sharp-eared bird, even if her constant staring betrays nothing behind those eyes. Tyler decides to hold that in reserve for later.]

Nothing so much as I'd like to warn you to watch who you're flashing that condescending tone at. You're going to get yourself in trouble, or at the very least scorned by most of the current Rocket team if you don't start sounding like less of a tool. No one likes being patronised.

[Least of all him. And so he chooses to finish the conversation himself, with a little half wave, half salute, before he-- disconnects, the little shit, Tyler just hangs up on Solus.]

[Not gonna lie, it's refreshing to see someone else accidentally offend Tyler for once.]

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