VIDEO (=^･ω･^)=

[oyaji]

[ Everyone, pay attention! Wild Tiger has a matter that needs attending to. Right now! It's important! ]

What Defense Department guy, sitting up there in his tower and his big defense office, is coming up with these jobs? [ The manila folder is clenched tightly between his fingers, his face growing red under his domino mask. ] I'm a Hero! Why isn't that our income source? I don't have time to work two jobs.

[ With a grimace, he raises the folder to give it another look through. ]

It's not even a job! It's—How is... [ Wait, hang on, he's forgotten already. He's gotta read it again. ] Hmm... Official DJ—Dad Joke? of Liger Clothing?

[ Sonuvabitch. He'll just stare into the distance thank you, blindsided and so damn confused. ]

My jokes are not daddish. They're gems! In fact, they shouldn't be taken for granite.

[ BAH HAH HAH! That was perfect! ]

Comments

video;

[heliophilic]

And just who pays you to be a hero back home?

[oyaji]

The Administration of Justice. Well, okay, no, they approve us as Heroes. The money comes from our sponsors and our company.

[ Duh. ]

[heliophilic]

...Are you saying that being a hero in your world is on par with being a NASCAR driver?

[That is one of the worst ideas he's ever heard.]

[oyaji]

NASCAR... Like Formula One, right? With the cars and they're all "NYOOOOM RRRRROOOM!" real quick?

We help people. That makes us more important, you know! Not just spinning around a track!

[heliophilic]

Until your corporate overlords tell you not to because they're from a competing corporation.

[Or didn't pay their protection fee. Or...]

[oyaji]

Listen, who ever the hell you are! Who are you? Leather Man? Dark Zorro? My main priority is the people of my city. Whatever the corporations want to complain about is their problem. Not mine.

[heliophilic]

[He rubs his hand on his chin, grinning.]

Oooh Dark Zorro, that one is actually original. I like that one.

[M leans forward, towards the camera.]

And if that's true, then it should be no difference to you that you aren't getting paid to protect the people of your new city.

[oyaji]

[ Tiger doesn't respond for awhile, mainly because he's certain nothing he would say would get through to this guy. Or any of the others that scratch their heads. There's been plenty so far. ]

It is no different. But you'd think if they wanted heroes, they'd give us money to compensate. You know how many suits I go through?!

[heliophilic]

Do you need the name of my tailor?

[oyaji]

This is more complicated than a tailor! I had an engineer for it, you know!

[heliophilic]

Then maybe it's time to downsize.

[oyaji]

I'll do exactly what I want!

[ God! Leave him alone, ya jerk! ]

[heliophilic]

[M goes oddly still for a few seconds before seemingly ignoring Kotetsu on the Network entirely to look at something on a separate cell phone. A few seconds later, he finally looks back at the camera.]

Write this number down. [He pauses before proceeding to rattle off a number. He at least has the decency to not race through it.]

An Engineer. One with a background in robotics. Tell him Dark Zorro sent you and he'll give you a steep discount.

[M ran the numbers, and this idiot is going to go out there no matter what, so he might as well make sure he doesn't die in the process. It's not a matter of approval, it's a matter of minimizing innocent casualties... of which this idiot is unfortunately included.]

I better not see any sponsors on your fancy fire suit.