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Pda. un: m.megistus

It has come to my attention that some people within the school do not believe that Astrology is a real Science? Well. I am here to disprove of such theories, and instead prove to you that astrology is in fact. A real. Science.

Merely because YOU don't know how to correctly read the stars. Does not MEAN that such Science is fake. Astrology has mathematical values and derives of the essence that the gravitational pull constantly around us. Delegates that we are effected by the alignment of the celestial planets and bodies. Really?

Are you trying to say that space is not real or that the solar system has no effect on any of us? Maybe you should let real scientists speak on your behalf if you are uneducated on such matters. Understandably so, but I am willing to teach anyone if you are interested. You can find me at 3-C if you wish.

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[Really, the whole tangent was pointless—but, well, if he was going to be stuck here he might as well enjoy something.]

Then you have managed to achieve the barest minimum of understanding of what a star actually is, while offering no insight at all into your own capacity to interpret and comprehend their motions.

The stars are distant and—save for the most talented of astrologians—offer exactly no insight or influence upon the lives of lesser beings. I am truly impressed at your arrogance, for it is no doubt your most well-practiced skill.

Sincerely,

Emet-Selch

The absolute gall! Then let my own studies speak for them self, if you wish to prattle on about knowing more than me. Let us settle this like two rightful scientists or scholars, and splay out our findings. I will have you know, my knowledge of the stars within this realm and my own are vast. That said, enough of my prattling I will let the truth speak for itself then.

You may meet me in room 3-C.

[ SHE IS READY TO TEAR THIS MAN DOWN!!!!! With her ass sitting on a chair and looking at the door waiting for this suppose 'I know more than you.' Not that she is one to turn away from her own faults or criticisms, however she cannot feel like this person is dismissing her outright. ]

I have forgotten more about the inner workings of existence than you shall ever know. If you are truly so eager to prattle on to an eager audience, then I shall take you up on your offer. It will certainly prove to be the closest to theatre that this school is capable of producing.

I look forward to examining if your talent as an actress exceeds your proclivity for pronouncing yourself an expert on matters you barely comprehend.

Sincerely,

Emet-Selch

[To the classroom, then. It's hardly worth the time, but it's this or lying face down in the quietest room he can find, and he's already got that penciled in for most of his time here.]

[ SHE CANT EVEN RESPOND, the way this man just tauts himself as if he truly were far better than she could ever come to understand. On one hand, she knows that there is quite a bit of truth to his words - however how much of it were true? Whilst the lot of it, were the sing song tune of a seemingly bitter person. Attempting to keen on another persons worth because they felt they have seen it better - seen it all.

Except that was the truth, Mona did a little digging waiting and when he comes about into the room. She lets out a heave of breath, seemingly discomforted by the presence of someone who more or less. Gave off the air of all knowing. ]

Have a seat then, unless you are gunna saunter off and complain in length about how it is you feel unsatisfied by what you have seen. Which I will say, is nothing at all YET.

[He did exactly as she requested, walking with his characteristic stroll before sitting down, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped before him. The small smile on his face must be maddening—the indulgent, amused expression akin to something you'd give a child.]

Oh, do regale me. Without my powers, you may think of me as merely a regular person just like yourself—with the caveat that I am, of course, unfathomably older, wiser, and have altered the course of several worlds with a few words and deeds.

[He raises his hand with the fingers curled slightly, as though somehow inspecting his nails through his glove.]

But aside from that, I'm simply one of you, as far as you're concerned.

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[ Mona takes a long hard look at him, eyes dewed with a sense of perplexity that is unmatched by the quelling of her feelings deep within. She gives him a look over, taking in the fact this elderly lad seemingly galled her with this voice. A voice that rectified itself upon the world, but also with a bored drawl.

Turning on her heel, she attempts to confer to her notes. Paperwork, writings, scrambling along them trying to make light of an intuitive circumstance that can give her information of any sort. However, the information staring back at her were TOO complicated. As if the truth she means to look into were absolutely unavailable to her.]

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Are you a GOD?

[ Her voice pitches into a slight squeak, and her face is that of someone in disbelief but also in awe. ]

[He chuckles, he can't help it. The idea is laughable, but more than that, it's a reminder of just how small these people are. Even stuck in his Garlean husk, even separated from his power, it was yet another reminder of what had been lost to the Sundering.]

A god? No. I'd even be somewhat insulted, if it wasn't for that endearing sincerity of yours putting in quite a lot of work. No, girl, I am not a god. I have crafted gods through nothing more than my whim and my will.

[He looked at her and smiled, and in his eyes there was a coldness, a distance. He saw her, but it wasn't as a person saw another person, or even as a person saw an ant. He saw something twisted and broken where she stood, and he was unafraid of letting it show.]

I am the first sorcerer of my world. Emet-Selch. A pleasure to meet you.

[ The intuition of her years spent reading astrology, also developed a read over others. A unconscious look displayed upon their face, meant they were an honest man to a fault - if you could even call him a man. However deeply seeded feelings that were complex, made it evident to Mona that she were thinking far too small. The new knowledge she received day by day from others, including her fellow students here. Often overwhelmed her with how little she felt, with how little she knew - this was just a reminder of that. ]

"From soil was birthed chalk."

[ Mona stared at him idly. ]

It sounds like, what you know is in essence the beginning of the true roots of Alchemy.

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Pda. un: m.megistus

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emet be like "bro i wish i was just Fucking Vibing in the void right now lmao relatable right"

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Emet: don't threaten me with a good time bb

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