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[amaure]

[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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[fingersandteeth]

[Steven sighs and finally he lets the pleasant mask down to show that he's-- well. More weary in this moment than anything else.]

Solus, [he says, softly but firmly.] I honestly don't care all that much if you lacked ill intent when you insulted me and mine. You still did it. I know you've got phenomenal cosmic powers where you come from--that you know things I'll never know, have seen things I'll never see--but here and now you're just as mortal as any of us. And it might aid you in forming your own alliances if you don't just-- insult and belittle us out of hand, especially when we are trying to help you.

I believe in doing well by my colleagues and subordinates, so I'll help you and continue to help you, as long as you need it. But forgive me if I can only take so much condescension at a time.

[amaure]

[For Solus' side of it, his expression is much the same, though the grin he's worn for much of the conversation has lessened to some degree.]

My are you ever obsessed with the fact I have power, when it has naught to do with this. What I told you were mere facts, and if you choose to take such as an insult, then there is no helping you. I bid you to shed your fragile ego, and listen: whether or not I am bound to a mortal form changes not the level of intellect and wisdom one garners over living a thousand thousand of your mortal lives.

To imply otherwise is naught more than a grave insult to me, so before you decide that 'tis I whom has insulted you...mayhap you should look upon your own actions, your own words? Think on it.

[And then that smile comes right back, like it was never gone in the first place, waving his hand in a languid and dismissive motion.]

Now, my dearest Steven, pray be on your way. After all, I would scarce want to overwhelm your senses with my overabundance of condescension.

[fingersandteeth]

[Steven shakes his head.]

Believe it or not, [he says quietly,] I wanted to like you.

[He leaves. Somehow without leaping over the table to throttle him.]

[amaure]

[Oh, Steven. It's quite alright, because while you might not like him, despite this little kerfuffle, he quite likes you.

He'll be looking forward to this blossoming relationship, wherever it may go.]