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[Medivh stands in front of his comm, it hovering by a gentle gesture from one outstretched hand. He scowls once before turning away, tossing over a number of rocks and pieces of metal. He has a small table in his room, which he's scorched and nearly torn apart with small experiments. Picking up and slamming a number of the rocks and metals down on the table-top, Medivh's hand turned over and an arcane trickle of magic imbued itself into the scraps he set down. Bit by bit, those scraps hardened and turned more dense, becoming pink crystals, which eventually shaped themselves into a little crystal imp. The imp looked around and suddenly shrieked with hollow, mechanical laughter before Medivh fed it a fresh scowl.]

I had forgotten what I had set out to say.

[He turned his hand open and with one callous gesture, he blew up the imp with a ball of flame. Shards of crystal flew around the room, some embedding in the walls.]

...Ah, yes. A library. I notice this place lacks paper. You may seem pleased with your affinity towards liquid chemicals and electricity, but I prefer something with more texture. Now, I require one thing of you. A date.

[Medivh's fingertip made looks in the air, the crystals slowly returning to where they were on the table. The imp began to reform, but in a patchwork sort of way. When he was done reforming, the imp didn't move so much, looking a bit less excited than he initially was.]

I need a date in which a suitable library would be present on the barren planet below. Make haste--my patience has already given way. You should learn quickly--a bored magus is a terrible thing.

[So, he blew up the imp again.]

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Exiles? You mean the witless greeters?

[Disappointment touched Medivh's face before it hardened once more. He couldn't think of many discrepancies in knowledge he could point out so far. His knowledge of Earth's history was skin-deep at the moment, since he hadn't yet gotten the hang of using sympathy on electronic devices. He would eventually and then things would immediately go badly.]

How many are there? Admittedly, I've only met a handful.

Some of them. Back in the city - or what remains of it - there aren't quite as many left. They're here, but they're scattered.

[ she pauses, head tilting. ]

We haven't spoken before. How long have you been here?

Humph. [Medivh blew tangled hair from his eyes, lumbering to the other side of the room, suddenly. He returned, holding his boots, which he began unlacing so he could put them back on. One lace was stuck so he lifted the boot to his mouth and gripped the string with his teeth, tugging it free.]

My name is Medivh. Though it's a title you would likely scarcely know, I am the Guardian of Tirisfal.

[ she pauses. he's right; she's never heard of that title before in her life. but it sounds important! she isn't going to disrespect him. ]

It's an honor. [ she nods deeply. ]

I'm Belle. I'm - um. I'm one of the scouts they sent down.

[There's a derisive snort, followed by a low, mocking chuckle.]

Really, young lady? How would you know I'm telling the truth and not a mere rambling madman?

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[ she frowns, then inclines her head toward the screen, slightly concerned. ]

Regardless of that, we've never met. I'd be honored whether or not you actually hold a title.

Such courtesy. You may abandon it with me.

Those things only truly serve to irritate me. Especially when the one being courteous is clearly too intelligent to need such a thing.

Um. [ a moment where she tries to figure out whether she should take that as a compliment or just a request. ] Understandable. Consider it done.

Tssk tssk. Not good enough. Still, you've tried--somewhat.

Simply remember that courtesy merely makes it easier for others to push you aside while they advance.

I've no intentions of letting anyone advance at my expense. [ unless it's of her own choosing. that's entirely different. ]

I look at it as respect.

Hmph! And, who earns respect so easily? You must make other work, you lady.

No one should be so lazy.

I prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt, unless they give me a reason to revoke it. Tends to lead to me getting it in return, in my experience.

Though, if you'd like to work, I certainly won't stop you.

Well, the young should take every chance they have to make mistakes. I don't believe I have any right to prevent you from gaining valuable experience.

[ it's probably a comment to attest to her foolishness, and belle does take it as that, but at the same time, there's an agency allowed there. so, in all seriousness: ]

Thank you.

[Still, in the end, he found amusement in this.]

Grow a backbone while you're at it, young lady.

It's painful to suffer such complacency.

I'm not going to apologize for not being provoked enough for your liking; I generally prefer to pick my battles with a little more scrutiny.

[ a little more scrutiny than screaming at someone over a tablet. she's got sled dogs to pet, yo. ]

I'll keep you informed about the library.

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