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The Hierarch just watched, her hazel eyes taking in all of his small mannerisms. “My suggestion, right now, is to teach your own friends how to better handle stressful situations. Particularly, since you tend to make friends with doctors and such.”
Avalon was starting to really, really need a smoke. “If your own friends don’t know what to do, how do you think anyone will ever be able to learn from you?”
She sure as hell wouldn’t be able to respect a single word he would try to teach.
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Miach was in such a disarray of mind that he didn't trust himself to answer the Hierarch. Regardless, he steeled himself and looked at her, the poised woman in her long bright green and yellow fade skirt that was passing judgement over him. Of course, he could object to what the Hierarch was saying, but he didn't feel like he would gain anything, quite the contrary. He nodded, and mumbled a barely audible and very short "Fine..." that would hopefully hide his barely contained fluster of sentiments.
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Avalon walked a few steps further than the obviously embarrassed Doctor. “Was there anything else you wanted to speak on?” she asked, her voice changing slightly to induce a more comforting tone.
It was a lesson though, and as a Mysterium he would need to be able to deal with this.
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"No." A pause. "Thank you." Another pause.
Miach shifted to get a better look at the Hierarch. If there had been anything else, he couldn't think of it. He didn't want to extend this talk with Avalon a second longer than necessary, and shook his head to emphasize his former denegation. "Thank you for your time." It was clearly an auto-pilot answer, but at least it fitted.
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Auto Pilot, that she could understand.
“In that case, enjoy the rest of the museum, Dr. Blyes.” and with that the Hierarch left.End Scene
Good job
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