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[The feed turns on and there's none other than Eridan Ampora with his arms across his chest staring right at the viewer. He's still without his cape, so he's just in his usual sweater with the purple aquarius symbol on the front, and his dumb blue striped scarf. However, behind him certainly is a giant, floating, white seahorse. Fancy that. Also, anyone familiar with Spock's residence may notice that he's there instead of his own place. ~Hivvemates~. His eyebrow quirks upward after a full second or so, as if maybe trying to figure out what to say, but eventually he does speak.]

So I'we come to the conclusion that I may need a more stable means a income. Recently I hawe more or less emptied my coffers a beetles, so to speak, in a purchase that was downright necessary and I rather myself a steady income.

[He leans in, his folded arms pressing onto the flat surface of the desk as he leans on them, effectively bringing himself closer to the camera.]

Now, before any a you pink-skinned animals come to me giwin' me some sorta peasant work, I ain't interested. Plain and flippin' simple. I am willin' to lower myself to work for the juulan, but I ain't about to demean myself in some way fuckin' awful. I'm a prince, and I will be treated accordin'ly. And as such, I expect dignified jobs worthy a my expertise and standin'.

[One hand raises to cup his chin, his fingers curling against his jaw and cheek.]

So, consider this my way a beseechin' you employers out there. If you need any additional information about me, feel free to use this to giwe me a questionnaire a sorts, or whatewer it is you need.

[It is pretty dang obvious that Eridan knows near to nothing about how hiring processes work. The way Alternia did things was he just sorta... pillaged what he could. Made sense, made use of what he's good at.]

I figure I may as well go this diplomatic route - despite diplomacy newer quite bein' my thing - considerin' the other way may leawe a few a you dirtscrapers a bit sore an' sorry, so consider this just a fraction a my magnanimity, so don't go spittin' in my face an' makin' me regret it. I could always go for my first choice an' do things Alternian style, after all.

[Yeah. He lets that threat linger there for a few good moments, even a bit of a 'try me look' into the camera, before he settles back into his seat, arms freshly folded over his chest again.]

I'm waitin'.

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[Gosh. Bruce is smiling just a touch when he turns the camera on, though of course it's due to sheer congeniality rather than any amusement at Eridan's little... show.]

And what expertise is that, in particular? I can hardly offer you a job as a prince.

[Eridan raises an eyebrow, honestly, he thinks a job as a prince would be a perfectly acceptable job.]

Alright, well before I came here and a bunch of other bullshit went down, I was wery skilled at orphanin'. [Yes. That is exactly what it sounds like.]

So naturally, I got combat prowess like you wouldn't flippin' beliewe. The ocean was my killin' cauldron so to speak. I'm also good with strategical logistics, acquirin' doomsday dewices, subjugatin' lowbloods like a proper royalblood should, history, literature, lusus-back ridin', I'm downright hard workin' an' damn bloody dedicated if I find the work worth my time...

[Surely everyone will be rushing to hire him with this apt list of fine qualifiers.]

Y'know, shit that's typical of someone of the royal bloodlines. [Death, deceit, murder, etc etc.]

I also was a respected an' influential member a the Nautical Aristocracy before my planet got fuckin' pulwerized.

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[Bruce is silent for a moment. It's an interesting silence, the sharp intensity of the Batman warring with the mild-mannered and pleasantly skeptical confusion of the public persona. 'Orphaning'. Outside the frame of the camera, the teacup he's holding cracks with the sudden flex of his hands. It's a good thing tea is only lukewarm - not that he so much as reacts one way or another.]

Combat prowess and/or murder is nothing unique or especial here, nor is it - you'll find - something to flaunt or be so proud of. The only thing you sound remotely suited for is a butcher's shop.

[TEMPER: OVER NINE THOUSAND.]

[u mad bro?]

Really? 'Cos from what I'we seen, it ain't nothin' but helpless wigglers who get upset like they just shit their diaperstub at the mere mention a wiolence. But I find that to be quite contrary, because where I'm from it is to be flaunted and to be proud of. Learn to be a little culturally fuckin' sensitiwe.

[He rolls his eyes.] Also, unless this hypothetical butcher's shop has landdwellers on the slab, I ain't interested.

Cultural sensitivity goes both ways, I'm afraid.

[And on that note, have an audible disconnect and a very not-nice addition to Bruce's black casebook files. Whoops.]

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