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[hoboagogo]

[The feed clicks on to show Shinjiro sitting back (Like feet on the desk back) in a small, bland-looking office- Though it's hard to see most of it, since his back is to a window with the blinds mostly closed. He's got some sort of cheap-as-hell cup'o'noodles in hand, poking at it with chopsticks. It's almost like he's incapable of not playing on superhero-facebook during his lunch break and between counseling sessions.

But at least he doesn't look entirely like a hobo? His hair is combed and everything okay. This is why dress codes at work are a good thing, right here.]

So between the newbies all excited to fight crime, and people able to finally change their pants and go outside with this Lucifer guy getting caught-- How do you people actually go about super hero-ing? Like do you put on a cape and stalk around looking for a mugger to catch, or do the police shoot you a text, or what?

[Pause, slurping on some of his food. Classy.]

Seems like a pain in the ass, with them handing us a job and whatever else when we get here. So yeah, guess I just wanna know if anyone actually goes around catchin' criminals and how that works. Seems like it'd be easy to get out've hand, registered or not.

[Not that he... plans in participating. But hey, curiosity.]

So yeah, lemme know what you hero types actually do with your lives. It's been bugging me since I showed up.

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[hostage]

The warm, fuzzy feelings keep on coming.

[hoboagogo]

[A beat- and then Shinjiro gives a short, amused scoff, shaking his head. Once that passes, he shoves a strand of hair back behind his ear.]

'Least I got a bed and some cash coming in. Guess I can't bitch about it too much.

So, you always been this cheery?

[hostage]

I been worse. Actually, I don't mind it here so much. Except for the totally creepy part.

[hoboagogo]

Guess the tattoo and life-history files got some people wound up. Does it really matter here?

[hostage]

Turns out it don't really. Nobody gives a shit who I was before I got here.

[hoboagogo]

So what's the issue with it being creepy? Ain't any weirder than showing up here.

[hostage]

I'm gonna bum you out some more, man, but them knowing everything about us means they know all about how to make us do what they want.

[hoboagogo]

[A scoff.]

What, you mean blackmail?

[hostage]

Blackmail. Weaknesses. Look, if they could take us, they can take anybody we love. I'm just saying.

[hoboagogo]

So what d'you suggest we do? Storm the base and shut it down? Short've that, there's kinda fuckall we can do about it.

[hostage]

Hell no. I ain't saying we do anything. I'll give 'em whatever they want.

[hoboagogo]

[-Okay, that earns itself a kind of amused noise, and his lips quirk up.]

Seems like a solid plan to me. Seems like their quick to act on anything against 'em, anyway- like Inumuta's dumbass hacking landing him in jail.

I'd say I dunno how much more they could do to me, but testing a military ain't really something I feel up to.

[hostage]

There's always something. 'specially when literally nothing's impossible here.

[hoboagogo]

Guess it's too much to ask for life not to suck the second time around.

[hostage]

You're one of them? The dead ones.

[hoboagogo]

Yeah. [Another shrug. he's not bothered to keep it much of a secret.] Ain't as many as I first thought there'd be.

[hostage]

Sorry. It's - Yeah. There's a couple. Probably more I don't know about.

[hoboagogo]

Sorry for what? [GENUINE CONFUSION.]

If they can bring people back to life, though, seems kinda weird that they just piss it away on some've us. Guess that plays into how they say they don't control it.

[hostage]

Kinda a weird-ass guardian angel, the Porter. But it's a good thing, right?

ugh, inbox ate my notifs, I'm so sorry....

[hoboagogo]

[There's... a likely too long pause in response to that.]

Guess so. Can't help but think they could put it to better use, though.

no worries

[hostage]

[He knows that feel, bro. But...]

Kinda depends what you make of it, don't it?

[hoboagogo]

[A short, amused noise. More cynical than anything, though.]

And here I wouldn't have expected that optimistic bullshit. Everyone's got potential and all that shit, yeah?

[hostage]

Don't worry. I ain't about to start reciting the Steps at you. Just saying you could get off your ass if it bothers you so much.

[hoboagogo]

[Okay, that earns a rough laugh.]

-Yeah, guess I could. But hey, I'm showing up to work and shit. That's gotta count for something.

[hostage]

You're the one setting the standard, yo. If it counts to you, it counts.