Providence. [ He says it with a tone of pride and self-evidence, like that's enough to be impressive on its own, before he remembers that no one here knows what it is. ]
We're basically your global save the world type guys for any kind of out-of-control EVO emergency. [ ...wait he doesn't know what an EVO is either ] Those are mutated monsters, by the way.
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The Revachol Citizens Militia. The police force in the City of Revachol.
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I'm in plainclothes. So long as it's not something ridiculous, and we have these stitched on, it's allowed.
[He gestures at the white rectangle on his sleeve. A similar one is on his back.]
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[ hence, his own cool jacket ]
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We're basically your global save the world type guys for any kind of out-of-control EVO emergency. [ ...wait he doesn't know what an EVO is either ] Those are mutated monsters, by the way.
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[He studies Rex, as if assessing whether he resembles some pre-existing image of what a "monster fighter" might look like. (He doesn't.)]
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