[@Lord Coake]

[color=#33ff77][Pathfinder] The mercenary would navigate through the crowd with extraordinary ease, bobbing and weaving through the chaotic street, dodging thrown bottles, knife stabs, and gunshots as he made his way to Napoleon Bonaparte V herself.[/color]

As the covert scout edged closer to the revolutionary, he would find that the people gradually grew more wild. It went from simple shouts of protest, to the waving of flaming torches, and eventually to pipe rifles and pistols fired into the air out of pure passion. The woman leading all of this, the one who began the riots and chaos in the Proulx District, stood towering over Dominic Garret on her mountain of junk and garbage from the people themselves, offering her a soapbox to stand on and voice her views. The woman was geared in full black riot gear that the scout would recognize as NCR Black Ranger armor, the elite armor used by soldiers in the NCR, but lacked the popular duster.

The multiple soldiers by her, including a riot geared troop with a sniper rifle and a similarly riot geared one-armed troop with a shishkebab, kept the crazed and passionate civilians off of her with nonlethal jabs and shoves, ensuring that their highly charismatic leader wasn't swarmed by her adoring fans. It seemed every word spoken was dripping with dedication, steel, and care, and it was hard not to fall to her extraordinary charisma. The woman was covered in riot gear, but her head was free, and you could truly see the burning passion in her eyes and her flaring emotions that gave her the extraordinary amount of high energy that she left in the civilians.

The woman continuously paced around her high mountain of junk, and in the background, multiple Order Knights and Order Paladins attempted to suppress her; some particularly brave ones even firing laser shots at her - but the soldiers either disappeared under the swarming and unorganized crowd, or her soldiers deflected it with their riot shields and fired back, often instantly killing the troop with a clean, single shot in the head. The woman would always continue on, occasionally even referring to people in the crowd, making them go crazy. Whoever Napoleon V was - it was evident that she was extremely charismatic and made it hard to resist her views.
 
[color=#ffb3ff][Cult of Personality] "-and he sits high in his ivory tower without a care in the world, greedily feasting on his Radstag Flank, while we here die of thirst and hunger as he and the nobles look down on us for scrounging together what poor leftovers they leave for the rest of us!"[/color] 

Napoleon V continued, her speech constantly growing in strength. As the mercenary listened to her, he would find her views very reasonable; a democracy could be far better than a monarchy couldn't it, especially one like the NCR? The NCR and French Revolution weren't too different; and it didn't seem too unreasonable to consider attempting to join with someone with that amount of charisma..