video.

[connate]

[ when the feed clicks on, it's easy to tell that nick's in the kitchen, probably one that's similar to most in the issued residencies. his tone's a far cry from casual, but the fact that he's apparently wasting time at home at least offers some semblance of nonchalance. ]

My name is Nick Burkhardt. I'm with the Portland— previously of the PPB, currently with the... [ a pause, and extremely reluctantly: ] Heropa PD.

[ that's the formal introduction out of the way. which is the easy part; identify yourself, follow routine. going out of his way to make friends isn't something nick's done in a long time, which is probably going to be obvious in roughly ten seconds. his effort to drop the professional approach ends up sounding more neutral than genuinely amicable, but at least it keeps this from sounding like a full-on interrogation. ]

I wasn't planning on getting a tattoo, but given the choice I'd have gone for something a little less on the nose. And while I'm sure cops everywhere would appreciate the vote of confidence, something tells me this place is working with a flexible definition of the word hero.

[ definitely a judgement on what he's seen on the network rather than any kind of careful introspection. no offense. ]

Everyone's talking about whether or not we should register. I'm wondering what gives us the right to in the first place. [ a slight pause, and then he has the decency to sound a bit wry at his own expense. ] So on a scale of recycling to wearing spandex, how heroic do you think you rate?

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sorry for slow!!

[connate]

I'm sure you'd do fine. Although I'm not actually sure how much we'll be relying on forensics, here. Something tells me superpowered crime doesn't always play by the rules.

[ it's a joke, mostly, though experience would say it's also completely true. ]

no worries!

[topslug]

Yeah, they don't really cover that in the courses they teach here. [ she laughs, softly. maybe getting the joke, or just making one of her own. ]

I sort of wish I'd gotten powers that were a little more useful for that kind of thing.

[connate]

Am I allowed to ask what powers you ended up with?

[ said in the way where he's actually asking, just politely. that said, he won't exactly push it if the question's dismissed; he's being cagey enough about powers on his end to have no room for judgment. ]

[topslug]

It's all right. Er, I can eat anything -- a almost anything. [ there's another thing too, but that seems best left unspoken on the network. ] What about you?

[connate]

Your superpower is eating? [ wait, is that rude. it's probably rude, but he doesn't manage to cover the incredulous response. he does, however, rally enough to offer her an answer to her question— though it's slightly awkward, like he's not entirely sure how to word it. ]

I can... fight. [ that sort of covers it, but it doesn't sound particularly superpower-y. after a short pause: ] And my hearing is pretty good.