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[Jack appears on the network. It looks as if he isn't aware he's being filmed at first; he glances around him nervously, his eyes darting from place to place.]

So-- right. You guys don't got no newsies, yeah? But I'm grown outta that business anyway, so I figure, I'll do somethin' else anyway.

[And now he focuses on the camera. His eyes are a little sunken in; his cheekbones jut out sharply from his face. The entire effect is unpleasant; he looks like he hasn't slept or eaten in quite some time. Carefully, each movement deliberate, he takes a cigarette out of his pocket; his gaze focuses on that as he speaks.]

I draw pictures. Real good, if I do say so myself. Do paints, too. You want your picture done? You want your wall painted? Maybe you're in theater, you want some sets done, or maybe you want somebody to put a, a, a mural on your wall. If it's somethin' to do with art, I can do it. I don't give a damn what it is. I'll paint you and your stupid girlfriend if you want, 's long as you pay me. Name's Jack Kelly.

[He nods sharply, once, and lights up the cigarette.]

An' in personal business, a couple thin's: this gun's good an' all, but I'm in the knives business, meself. Anybody sellin' any good blades? I don't mean no stores, all right, I ain't lookin' for no directions to no weapons shops. I'm talkin' about the good stuff, the stuff you get on the streets. I don't got much money yet, but like I said, I got a few skills I can exchange.

An' speakin' o' them: I hear I got some roommates. Miss, uh, Galadriel and some guy named Guy? Well, I ain't gonna be in at all. Not for sleepin', anyway. So don't trouble yourself with that, when you don't see me come in.

[A deliberate pause. He exhales a lungful of smoke and watches it drift upwards before adding:]

Asano Rin. I got a bone to pick with you, and I think you know why.

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[ with a smile: ] The Initiative wouldn't charge you. Why would they? They're looking to arm us, and the better armed, the better for them.

But as for me, I stick with my Holy Cross.

[THERE'S ALWAYS A PRICE MAN. Jack narrows his eyes a little, suspicious of such charity (even at the Initiative's own theoretical benefit), but nods.]

What, you a Catholic or somethin'?

Oh, no, we don't have Catholicism in my world. But I like it, from what I've learned of it.

What about you?

[He shrugs.]

I guess. Sorta. What are you, then?

You're a Sorta Catholic, or you sorta like the teachings? [ he looks amused ]

A high priest from the Church of Prontera. It's technically called the Odin Orthodoxy, but we don't have so many religions in Rune-Midgard as you do on Earth, so there's never really a need to call it by name.

[He wrinkles his nose, looking slightly put out.]

I mean I don't believe no more, but I ain't been excommunicated, so I'm still a part o' it, technically. What sorta thin's you teach?