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[roberteo]

[Well, it certainly seems Speedwagon has figured out the video medium: he's posed himself very seriously, with a straight posture and both hands folded neatly in his lap. There is, however, a small, polite smile on his face, though this may be more formality than anything else. He is, of course, eternally a gentleman, no matter the circumstances.

It does not take a particularly observant eye to note that the man is in mourner's black.]

Hello! It is I, Robert E. O. Speedwagon.

[The smile widens into something more genuine, just for a moment.]

I'm curious if anyone in this city has any idea as to the state of...well...hm. I wish to phrase this delicately, but I would like to know if there's a program in place to...well, help people? Where people need helping, you know--Nightmares, Shadows...et cetera. Particularly children? I--I don't know, I was just wondering if there was any present system to care for people in unfortunate situations. Thank you.

[And he remains smiling for a few moments more, before lurching forward to grab the device.]

Speedwagon out.

Comments

[roberteo]

Yes, my name is Speedwagon, and a good and noble name it is.

[...Okay, that's stretching it, but he does like his name, and the annoyance is very real and present in his voice.]

And I'm aware that it'd be a difficult task, but hardly impossible. I don't have to help everyone in the city, but I want to at least try and do what I can. I'm familiar with the structure of city crime--particularly in a place like this--and I know I can at least do some good.

[shootaro]

[A short huff of a laugh. He likes the man's response though, a sense of pride is something Trip respects! The rest of his speech is a touch friendlier, good-natured.]

Noble as your intentions?

You're a weird one. You're new, right? Was charity work really the first thing that came to mind when you got here?

You don't sound like someone who'd be familiar with places like that... you sound like someone who makes toasts at parties with a bunch of other big names.

[roberteo]

I...cannot say that I came here with the intention of pure goodwill, but after seeing the state of some of these areas, I find it impossible to not act! The conditions are barely livable, in my opinion, though you may disagree.

[His voice lowers from its previous volume, edging off the passion of his speech.]

I'm simply a humble man from the London streets; I'm really unsure as to why everyone assumes I'm a wealthy and powerful man! I only want to help where I can.

[1/2; rant incoming]

[shootaro]

Of course, you didn't, I meant after you got orientated.

You talk the part, sir. You look it too.

That kind of grandoise speech isn't a feature of commoners, at least not in my world and my era— I think others are similar.

In other words, everything about you, from the manner of your speech to these acts of kindness, all speak of a rich man with a guilty conscience who wants to lessen the social gaps a little. Someone who's barely making ends meet can't go around saving people. So you have to be rich.

That's basic.

[2/2; ......... he has no point, he's still just a bit of a jerk sometimes]

[shootaro]

If you're not? You're more heart than brains and you'll die in an alley somewhere because you gave everything, including every room in your home, to every poor or homeless person you meet.

If we were native to this world, I'd assume you were vying for a position of some sort and trying to win votes by making yourself out to be charitable.

You'd get my vote for effort alone.