Emet-Selch is not happy to be here, and that might be the understatement of this century.
He has no interest in helping the people of strange new worlds, has no interest in travelling around and doing idle work because people have asked it of him. No, he would much rather be back in his room, or in the library, or the theatre, doing something that was, in his eyes, far more enjoyable. Unfortunately, Pahja had turned her big eyes to him, Elidibus had seen fit to actually ask, and thus he was caught.
Like a wild animal in a trap.
When Elidibus speaks Emet-Selch turns his head, sourness covering his countenance from top to bottom, and the scowl that's painted there is near enough picturesque.
"Wonderful! Add more players to this delightful game we're playing. A wonderful feat indeed - I am almost shaking with my untold excitement."
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He has no interest in helping the people of strange new worlds, has no interest in travelling around and doing idle work because people have asked it of him. No, he would much rather be back in his room, or in the library, or the theatre, doing something that was, in his eyes, far more enjoyable. Unfortunately, Pahja had turned her big eyes to him, Elidibus had seen fit to actually ask, and thus he was caught.
Like a wild animal in a trap.
When Elidibus speaks Emet-Selch turns his head, sourness covering his countenance from top to bottom, and the scowl that's painted there is near enough picturesque.
"Wonderful! Add more players to this delightful game we're playing. A wonderful feat indeed - I am almost shaking with my untold excitement."
Clearly, he's thrilled.