One last hurrah for SRW Uni

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[1]

[There's some fancy galah goin on.  Big-wigs from all over the ESUN are attending be they from the corporate sector, military, politicians, whatever.  Formal dressware is also the norm for pretty much everyone, but one exception-]

Look, no.  I'm not leaving and I'm not changing!

[There's some teenager there arguing with one of the hosts.  Seems the people holding this event aren't happy about someone showing up in a t-shirt, jeans, and a jacket, identification be damned.]

I'm not here to rub elbows, I'm here to friggin' protect my boss!  These are my work clothes and if you've gotta problem with it, take it up with Mr. Dotrice!

[2]



[It's a late night on the town.  Hardly anyone is around, but when Roy spots a lumpy bundle of blankets huddled up on some stairs across the street-]

Hey, can you wait like... five, ten minutes?

I gotta do something.

[And said something is just go sprinting right back the way you both came, down a block and around a bend.  Several minutes pass before he returns with a bag in hand, to go across the street and hand it over to the person underneath those blankets along with a business card.  He returns with a bagel and coffee in hand]

Okay, the dude didn't like raisins or non-decaffe, but that's why you get backups.  Want 'em?

[3]



It's... beautiful...

[Here stands Roy, looking through a store window, leaning up against the window, stroking the window... at a trashed electric guitar being sold for $5.]

Just think how awesome it could be!

Comments

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[princess_red]

[One of those big-wigs is apparently a teenage girl, and she's walking over to see what all the commotion is about.

Or at least that's what it looks like at first. Within a few seconds, Roy can clearly see that the girl is paying off the man harassing the poor bodyguard. Her piercing red eyes seem to glow for a moment as she hands over the tidy amount of cash to the man. Once he leaves the girl turns her gaze onto Roy.]

Now then...that will be 10,000 credits please.

[She extends her hand out. Wait, is she expecting you to pay her back?]

[pulledplug]

[Well that was rather nice of her to-]

Woah, thanks but no thanks, toots. I don't do rackets or bribes, and I don't foot the bill for 'em either.

[princess_red]

Well that's hardly fair, what kind of man rejects a maiden's request?

[pulledplug]

The kind that puts his boss first, that's what! Don't even have that kind of scratch on me right now, but if you ask Mr. Dotrice maybe something can be worked out!

[princess_red]

If I hadn't done what I did you'd be outside right now with those dirty, dusty, old rags you're wearing, after being kicked out and horribly embarrassing both you and your boss. That's not putting him first!

And 10,000 is a steal compared to how much it'd take to get you cleaned up prim and proper for this event.

[pulledplug]

Hey, don't talk about my clothes OR Mr. Dotrice like that! He said it was fine with it so if this place just has a stick up it's ass that bad that they want to kick us out it'll be their loss!

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[yassaimossai]

Really? You'd think homeless guys would be less picky than that.

[pulledplug]

Well, beggars can't be choosers, but he wasn't begging was he?

[yassaimossai]

Hmm, good point. So you're just helping him out of the goodness of your heart or something like that?

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[He nods.]

I've been there, done that. Sucks hardcore going to bed on concrete every night without food in your belly. Don't like seeing other people have to do it either.

[yassaimossai]

Yeah. Hunger sucks. Having no roof over your head sucks too.

There's a lot more homeless people around the world, you know. You going to help every single one of them?

[pulledplug]

Don't we do that every time we save the world?

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[fourth_rider]

...

[Fyra just stands there, not entirely sure what it is that Roy sees.

And then she mimics what he's doing anyway.]

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[He looks over, getting ready to talk. But Fyra's mimicking him and-]

... You're not doing that to make fun of me, are you?

[fourth_rider]

...

[Fyra shakes her head.

She looks back at the guitar, then at Roy, still clueless on what to do. Was that not the right reaction to this?]

[pulledplug]

... Right. Anyways...

[In the shop he goes and afterwards comes out with the scrapped guitar.]

You talked me into it. We're gonna repair it and it's gonna be awesome.

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[ghost_mom]

Hmmmm~

[Samantha's definitely enjoying watching this, though it's not like she's doing anything to help.]

You've got a habit of doing that, don't you? It must get rather troublesome sometimes, though.

And I'll have to pass, I don't eat.

[pulledplug]

Sometimes yeah. One dude tried pulling a syringe on me one time. Cold-cock'd 'im before he got anywhere with it though. Bastard wasn't getting my kidney.

A lot of times though the people are just glad someone still cared.

[ghost_mom]

...Yes, they would be, wouldn't they.

[Samantha is quiet for a while before speaking again. Seems Roy takes this much more seriously than she expected.]

...You didn't swear off the whole effort after that incident?

[pulledplug]

Hell no. Got to punch an asshole and see him thrown behind bars. Wish I could do that more often!

[ghost_mom]

Oho?
[Cue Samantha getting all up in Roy's face.]

Say, you're single, aren't you? No girlfriend, wife, or fiancee? Not even a hugging pillow, right?

[pulledplug]

Don't care about any of that. I'm married to my job and that job is keeping Mr. Dotrice safe from freaks and psychos.

... No homo.

[ghost_mom]

Aw, how sweet! Protecting the man you loo-admire. Admire deeply. It's so cute, it almost melts my heart!

Still, if you ever decide to turn back from your bachelor ways, I know juuuuuuuust the girl for you.

[pulledplug]

Not. Fuggin'. Interested!

Ask other dudes that like punching jerks that, maybe one of 'em'll take that offer!