( Mydei knows where his strengths lie -- and this... interfacing with the other Augmented, is not it. Phainon, even Aglaea and Castorice were far better at it than he. Though they likely would find the creature's insistence on divulging secrets as distasteful as he does. And while the temptation to pick the thing up and fling it as far from here as he can get it, he's seen the reaction of their hosts to others who have similarly treated the things poorly. Insulting his hosts is likely something that he should avoid, upon considering what the other Chrysos Heirs might do in his situation in order to better interact with these people. So, punching off the table, he's left to deal with the bobbing, clamoring thing on his own.
"Please LOcate a COMPANION who hAS reCEived a PRophEcy of THeir deATh."
Mydei growls, and shoves at the thing to get it further away from his side. It fails, and it floats its way back to his side, gently nudging him forward. After another minor battle of attempting to rid himself of it, he considers that, perhaps, he had discounted violence in the name of attempting diplomacy too soon. He grabs the thing with both hands, lifting it up to snarl in its face, before he catches a glimpse of silver hair just beyond it.
Very familiar silver hair.
Throwing the ServiTon to the side (where it bounces in the air before resuming its task of following Mydei) he stalks towards the other man, expecting others to get out of his way rather than being concerned about running into anyone else. )
There you are, Deliverer. You took your time getting here.
( As if he hadn't likely arrived in this place at the same time as Mydei.)
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"Please LOcate a COMPANION who hAS reCEived a PRophEcy of THeir deATh."
Mydei growls, and shoves at the thing to get it further away from his side. It fails, and it floats its way back to his side, gently nudging him forward. After another minor battle of attempting to rid himself of it, he considers that, perhaps, he had discounted violence in the name of attempting diplomacy too soon. He grabs the thing with both hands, lifting it up to snarl in its face, before he catches a glimpse of silver hair just beyond it.
Very familiar silver hair.
Throwing the ServiTon to the side (where it bounces in the air before resuming its task of following Mydei) he stalks towards the other man, expecting others to get out of his way rather than being concerned about running into anyone else. )
There you are, Deliverer. You took your time getting here.
( As if he hadn't likely arrived in this place at the same time as Mydei.)