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6/26/2025, 9:47:16 PM
You have everyone's attention. Even the owner of the fucking City itself is listening to you. Granted you're really lucky he didn't decide to send his elite agents to murder you after what you said.
You accidently got a glimpse of his stats as you try to think of what you want out of him.
POIA [Noisy.]
FLESH: 3500 (SHIELDED)
And you promptly stop reading since you don't want a heart attack.
There's so many things you could ask him to do. You could purge the STILLE DAG right here and now. Your friends could given millions of dollars at the drop of a hat. You could ensure the safety of those like you from ever experiencing the pain you felt.
And, to be honest, part of you doesn't want to say anything to him. This feels like a gesture of pity given to you after the fucking humiliation ritual you had to go through.
But.
You can do something good with this. You shouldn't waste it.
"Alright. I want something outta you."
"Atta girl. What. Do you want?" Poia croaks out. "Gah. Not used to talking. Sorry."
The Judicator next to him holds up a glass of water to his desiccated lips. "thank you."
"Right." You search for wherever you threw that microphone to and you yank it back over to you. "We all know how shitty D-Corp is as a place to live at. Let's not sugarcoat it. I went there. It fucking sucked. And I've been in the middle of the fucking ocean on a tiny, tiny boat. I'd rather live on that boat than ever go back to D-Corp."
Some hooting from a S-Corp rep was heard but otherwise, the crowd can only mutter and mumble in agreement.
"And I know things about that corp that I probably shouldn't. Won't say anything else about that for my own safety but you can guess what I mean by that."
"It's too much filth for any one group to fix...except for you, Poia. You have the whole City at your disposal. Fix their district."
"I don't care how long it takes. I don't care how much it'll cost you. I don't want those people to suffer anymore. At least give D-Company enough money to operate properly."
Your eyes begin to water again. The stagelight above you is shining down upon you with such intensity it is as if it is weighing your body down. God, you want to break that fucking thing already.
Poia rubs his chin as he contemplates your request. You can hear Clover crying out a flurry of cheers and prays to no one in particular. Scattered throughout the crowd, various men and women in jet black suits (from D-Corp you presume) are sweating just as badly as you are.
Poia nods his head. "I can approve of this. Effective as of now, we will assign a preliminary force from F, S, K and T-Company to investigate and to assist in the purification of the District. I shall also grant D-Company a grant of 325.7 million. I will assign a Judicator to analyze the finances to hopefully reduce any chance of that money being embezzled."
"This money will come from my personal account. Pocket change, truly, but I do not want my fellow Companies to rely on my money to exist."
You accidently got a glimpse of his stats as you try to think of what you want out of him.
POIA [Noisy.]
FLESH: 3500 (SHIELDED)
And you promptly stop reading since you don't want a heart attack.
There's so many things you could ask him to do. You could purge the STILLE DAG right here and now. Your friends could given millions of dollars at the drop of a hat. You could ensure the safety of those like you from ever experiencing the pain you felt.
And, to be honest, part of you doesn't want to say anything to him. This feels like a gesture of pity given to you after the fucking humiliation ritual you had to go through.
But.
You can do something good with this. You shouldn't waste it.
"Alright. I want something outta you."
"Atta girl. What. Do you want?" Poia croaks out. "Gah. Not used to talking. Sorry."
The Judicator next to him holds up a glass of water to his desiccated lips. "thank you."
"Right." You search for wherever you threw that microphone to and you yank it back over to you. "We all know how shitty D-Corp is as a place to live at. Let's not sugarcoat it. I went there. It fucking sucked. And I've been in the middle of the fucking ocean on a tiny, tiny boat. I'd rather live on that boat than ever go back to D-Corp."
Some hooting from a S-Corp rep was heard but otherwise, the crowd can only mutter and mumble in agreement.
"And I know things about that corp that I probably shouldn't. Won't say anything else about that for my own safety but you can guess what I mean by that."
"It's too much filth for any one group to fix...except for you, Poia. You have the whole City at your disposal. Fix their district."
"I don't care how long it takes. I don't care how much it'll cost you. I don't want those people to suffer anymore. At least give D-Company enough money to operate properly."
Your eyes begin to water again. The stagelight above you is shining down upon you with such intensity it is as if it is weighing your body down. God, you want to break that fucking thing already.
Poia rubs his chin as he contemplates your request. You can hear Clover crying out a flurry of cheers and prays to no one in particular. Scattered throughout the crowd, various men and women in jet black suits (from D-Corp you presume) are sweating just as badly as you are.
Poia nods his head. "I can approve of this. Effective as of now, we will assign a preliminary force from F, S, K and T-Company to investigate and to assist in the purification of the District. I shall also grant D-Company a grant of 325.7 million. I will assign a Judicator to analyze the finances to hopefully reduce any chance of that money being embezzled."
"This money will come from my personal account. Pocket change, truly, but I do not want my fellow Companies to rely on my money to exist."
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