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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.
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Mm, yes there are key differences—which is to be expected—yet the similarities are still intriguing on their own. I suppose mortals are expected to follow similar paths, regardless of the differences in their circumstances. Through the ages, all of the spoken races of my star have gone through myriad changes and distinctions, either socially or physically, but 'tis to be expected. 'Tis the wont of all mortals.
Size, shape, color—it matters not. All hunger for the same thing at the core of it, all fall for the same ruses, outliers notwithstanding. It's awful pitiful, isn't?
[Mortals are dumb animals that just never learn, so it's whatever.]
Anyroad, I'll keep that in mind about psychic types, and particularly that bird. Little do I wish to be accosted by any such creature.
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In the centuries I have since run Wonderland back home, time and time again had it proven to me that you really do not need to change much if you promise someone their most desired wish. You need not even specify exactly what it is, they all fall in line as if it's something they can truly obtain. A pathetic display to watch how they'll continually throw their own travelling and adventuring companions under the metaphorical bus to obtain such a goal.
Even if it doesn't exist.
But they never truly understand until it's too late and everything has already happened and been done. Every. Single. Time.
[Which made her survival all the better, nor do they speak of the adventurers that finally ended her whole career, oh well.]
For the better. Nor should you wish to get on my bad side, either. [That's her toy, Solus.]
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Ever are they simple creatures, and ever do they deny such. Their suffocating lack of self-awareness is most pointedly absurd at times.
[Which is all there is really to say on the matter. Well, no that's not true, but honestly, mortals suck. At her...warning, he grins slyly, eyebrows raising ever so slightly to accompany the expression.]
Oh? And I am to assume that this boy would be source of your aforementioned bad side? [Got a weak spot, do ya???]
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As for his expression shifting, her eyes narrow for a brief second before returning to her neutral position. No need to give him that courtesy.]
Merely not a fan of people touching my toys without permission, darling. That's all. I'm sure you can understand that much.
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[At least someone here gets it.]
Pray, I would not dream of playing with your toys, I've a modicum of decorum.