Now this? This, Alexander could feel a little nervous about. It wasn't that he ever planned on really having henchmen, persay, but he was an heir to a throne now, so he would some day be a king. A good king should be able to rally up support from his people, just like his father had. Before now, Alexander really hadn't given this much thought, but now it made him realize that this should definitely be something to consider.

He thought back. The nice thing was that he didn't have to imagine what it might be like to be a commoner, since he was one. Well, below on, but that just gave him an even wider perspective.

"Now, now," he started his speech by lifting up his hands as if to show how they were free of malice or weaponry or ill intent, "I know what you're thinking. You're probably wondering who this gentleman in the fancy puffy sleeved shirt thinks he is, saying he could bring leadership and glory and other such things. And I know you may not believe me when I say this, but, I've been there. I know how it is to serve under tyrants and hardship. I know what it's like to have an empty stomach and blisters on my hands. I still have burns and scars from what I've been through, but, since there are ladies present, I will maintain decency and not show them to you. My point is: I've been there. I had to fight through great adversity with luck and skill to get to the point I'm at today! I'll put that same energy and talent to use to be your leader. The greater you strive for our glory, the greater the rewards, and I assure you, I am quite generous with my rewards!"

He brought the last part of the speech up to a rousting, squared-shouldered level, building up to his fist lifting slightly in the air to rile up anyone who was listening and not dying of laughing. "So who's with me!"

This is where, hopefully, at least one kind soul with a heart would cheer at least a little bit.

Urg, Mooner had always been the guy good with words. It was part of why she'd fallen for him.

"Look," she said. "I'm not much for making speeches. Or going off on some monologue when important shit is happening. So I'll make this brief. The world sucks. You know it, I know it. Nothing's the way it should be. But I aim to fix that. But I can't do it alone. I need your help. Making the world a better place not good enough for you? How about decent hours and wages? Oh and I'm not gonna kill you for no reason like most people with henchmen do."

Oh, joy, public speaking. That was okay, Jane could roll with it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, lend me your ears," she began. "Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. It's better to have an have not, and come to my side, we have cookies! And know that they may take our Scottish kilts, but they'll never take... our freedooom!"

Was there a correct quote in any of that? Probably not. Jane was still satisfied.

Dinah was not a minion!

...and she might be shoving at the LexCorp display with her TK every few seconds, trying to topple it without being noticed. Because they were the Rival Scum of the Earth.

21 and 24 had been wandering around the halls of the school, looking for their office (and getting distracted by shiny things like the cafeteria and the Danger...Thingy) when they heard someone prattling on about henchmen. Henchpeople. Whatever.

"Is he talking about recruitment?" 24 asked. "Without us?!"

"Dude, he SO is!" 21 replied. He paused to watch for a moment and then turned to 24. "Shall we show them what a REAL henchman would respond?" They grinned at one another, adjusting their costumes, and marched in.

...Interrupting class. But that didn't seem to bother them. Or occur to them, really.