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WHO: Saitama and YOU!
WHERE: Around at various places.
WHEN: Monday, Aug 1 - Friday, Aug 5
WHAT: Various opens under the cut that's open to all!
If you want to do something particular with him, let me know and I can make a closed starter in the comments.
WARNINGS: None. Will change if needed but I'd be surprised.

A] MAURTIA FALLS, A PARK

[Saitama does more than rescue cats from a tree, but he's not above rescuing cats from a tree. Especially, when there's an upset child below the stuck cat looking trying desperately to jump up or climb the tree to catch it. When the little boy toppled from the trunk and skinned his elbow and started sniffling Saitama finally decided to step in.

Getting up the tree was the easy part. Trying to coax the cat to him so he can hold it and jump back down was the really, really difficult part. He's destroyed monsters bigger than any building that has ever been with one punch, and yet, one normal cat currently thwarts him as it hisses and swipes at him and puffs up like that should scare him away.

He is currently hanging from the tree branch upside down like a sloth, a little confused by how he wound up this way. He's staring up at the still hissing and swiping cat, his expression anything but a line as he glowers at those infuriating little claws.

Will you help him or laugh at him, or maybe be an anti-hero sort and do both?]

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B] MAURTIA FALLS, YET ANOTHER PARK
[Some other time, he decided to get out of his new hot, stuffy apartment (you do not use AC, frugal living is important!) and head to a nearby park to do some English learning. He's been using the comm to help this along, doing things like watching TV and movies on it and letting it subtitle it for him and he tried to actually pay attention to what was being said versus what he was reading and trying to figure this stuff out.

It was very difficult and boring. He was always a poor student. But he feels like it is working. He's at least able to order Chinese take out more efficiently now.

What he was doing today, however, was saying, or sometimes even yelling, things at the comm and letting it translate back to him both audibly and visually as he took sloppy notes in a tiny notebook. There were phrases that he felt were important to figure out that TV shows weren't covering. So anyone passing by may hear someone screaming loudly in Japanese, and a posh, British woman's voice robotically talking back.

A taste of some things said:]

Why wouldn't you put mayonaise on pepporoni pizza?!

No, you cannot rub my head for good luck, I don't care what you have going on.

Robots are always better than pirates or ninja!!

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C] GENERALLY ANYWHERE YOU'D LIKE; WILDCARD
[He is always on the look out to help people in need. If someone's being mugged, he'll slap the mugger to the ground and hand back the purse or wallet. He hears there's a bank being robbed, he'll amble on in and take care of that. A lost child crying on the street? He'll pop them onto his shoulders and take 'em home. Et cetera et cetera. If you're someone that's being saved by him or witnesses him stopping a crime, it will be interesting to note that he looks absolutely bored to death doing this.

But doing these small crime bustings is the most excitement he can do in a world where there aren't monsters showing up on a nearly daily basis. Not that those monsters were very exciting, either, but still more exciting than any old bank robber.

If you are a more heroic type, feel free to create a starter where you're jumping in to help stop a crime, or assume he is having difficulty with a gang of thugs in the middle of the night because he's just standing there as they threaten him, and we'll see where it goes!

If you are a more average type who needs help or is nearby when he's doing something and watches, feel free to create a starter for this and we'll see where it goes, too!]

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((If you'd like a specific starter for your character, PM me and I can do that, too, and drop it in the comments. I'm open to p.much anything for CR building, new or old, positive or negative!))

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[Rita's pretty judgemental on a good day and extremely judgemental on a bad. For the most part though, she tends to keep to herself but it's hard not to want to interfere when there's clearly some weird baldy scaring a cat]

Hey, you. What do you think you're doing?

[His comm kicks in, translating what she said into Japanese, and when he replies, it translates to English for the stranger's benefit.

He doesn't even look down at her to acknowledge her in that way. He keeps eyes square on the cat, reaching for it with one arm as his other keeps him clinging like a sloth to the branch. He can't quite reach it, and he flails his arm at it while the cat flails its own limb at him, trying to scratch.]

What does it look like I'm doing??

Attacking a cat.

[Rita is very offended by this weirdo's complete and utter lack of cat skills (though a part of her is very impressed by the translator-thingy, which, she'll figure out later. For now. The poor cat)]

Hey, if you keep doing that, you'll just make it more scared!

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Attacking it?? It's attacking me!

[He stops flailing a hand at it and glares down at her, wondering where the little kid wandered off to. The kid should be defending his honor from this new brat!]

Maybe it recognises idiots.

[She glares back and then turns to the cat and...meows. The cat meows back]

Maybe.

[He answers as the cat meow backs at her.]

That'd explain it meowing back at you.

[He stars to inch his hand back in toward the cat while it was distracted.]

Smart mouth you got there for an adult who can't even get a cat down normally.

[Look, she's trying to be a helper in the only way she knows (rudely). Sorry she's a brat]

I guess I can leave the cat to you then.

[NO SHE WOULD NOT poor cat but the moment she stops meowing, the cat starts hissing again]

I tried to get it down normally!

[He pulls his hand back and continues to hang there. If glares could kill Rita would be dead now.]

I can't help it if this is how it wants to act!

That's because you're doing it stupidly.

[Stupid!!!]

Give it space first!

[He glares at her a second longer then suddenly lets go of the branch to fall to the ground, twisting to land on his feet. Without saying a word to Rita, he looks back up at the cat and holds out his arms for it to jump into.]

C'mon, kitty, I'm giving you space. C'mon.

[It still hissed in reply.]

[Saitama was out clothes shopping. He never had a huge wardrobe, but since he only came here in his costume he had to build up his meager collection again. Plus one shirt and one pair of shorts had already met a fatal end when saving a fish tank from an apartment building that was burning down because the old lady that had lived there was concerned for them.

Anyone that cared that much about dumb fish deserved to keep them alive.

He already found a pair of cargo shorts and red, slightly stained t-shirt to replace those pieces of clothing, but as he was passing by a rack there was a graphic tee hanging front and center that immediately caught his eye.]

[Mostly the 75 cent price tag on it, but for other obvious reasons, too. As if magnetically drawn to it, he turns right on his heel as soon as he saw it and walked straight for it, hand reaching out for it...]

[ Pablo doesn't tend to keep a huge wardrobe either, at least not in recent years when he's had to be able to carry all his clothes with him, but it's a little different now that he has somewhere reasonably permanent to stay, with his own room and his own closet -- it would be more comfortable now to have more options to choose from, more combinations to work with, and less frequent laundry to worry about... certainly a concern, considering Pablo's messy painting habits.

But while he takes some enjoyment out of mixing and matching his outfits in fun or interesting ways, he still pieces everything together out of thrift stores, bargain bins and their ilk so he can find clothes he likes for prices he can actually pay for. Graphic tees aren't even usually the first thing he seeks out, but--

God, that's adorable. And affordable -- Pablo's reaching for it before his brain even registers that he's doing so or that there's another person reaching for it at the same time, at least until they bump hands. ]

Oh... sorry. [ What's happening? Does this guy want the shirt too? This shirt? ] Um, am I in your way?

[Pablo would notice a computerized British woman's voice translating what he said into Japanese then Japanese to English when Saitama replies. It might strike him as awfully familiar from a certain text post he had replied to about this very problem....]

Ah...

[He glances at the owner of the hand that bumped into his, hand still outstretched by paused in its grabbing.]

I was just going to grab this shirt.

[ Ah; that is indeed familiar -- Pablo's expression doesn't change to reflect recognition, though his head tilts slightly.

Then, when Saitama mentions the shirt, Pablo hesitantly lowers his hand. That's... a bummer, although he's resigned himself already to having to give up on the shirt. As much as he likes it, he doesn't want to let that sway him selfishly. ]

Oh, um... sorry. I wasn't trying to get in your way or anything, I was actually also-- well, it is a pretty nice shirt. [ He pauses. ] No one's helped you fix that voice issue yet?

[Saitama isn't near as nice when it comes to getting a sale before someone else, and he's about to take the shirt, but Pablo bringing up the comm voice made him put down his hand and turn to face stranger.]

Ah? You're a hero, too? [He hasn't quite picked up the lingo of calling people imPorts.] Saw my post? Do you know how to fix it?? [He asks very hopefully.]

[ Pablo blinks slowly, but then guiltily shakes his head. ]

Sorry, I'm not really that good with technology -- I can usually figure out how to use it, but I wouldn't know anything about how to fix it.

[ He pauses, then gestures to himself. ]

Uh, but... I'm Pablo. I think we spoke before?

[His face falls in disappointment. Would he ever be free of this accursed posh voice? It at least started picking up more casual speak in the translation so he didn't sound like a well-to-do posh person.

He cocks his head at him, staring at him without recognition. If he had given is name he had totally forgotten it, which wasn't new. But then it came to him, if this guy was shopping at a thrift store then it must be the guy he talked about thriftiness with.]

Ah, yeah, Pablo, yeah, I remember! No electrical sockets at your last apartment!

[ Pablo, too, feels disappointed at not being able to help more, but he means it when he says he isn't tech-savvy; the most he tends to use aside from his phone are basic things like microwaves or radios, and he wouldn't know how to fix any of those if they broke either.

He blinks, standing silent until the recognition sinks in. Pablo doesn't begrudge it, though -- he doesn't tend to assume people will remember him in the first place, so it's not offensive. ]

Right. Well, close... technically it's no electrical sockets because I didn't have an apartment. [ Not that he specified homelessness the last time they spoke, though. ] Um, did you ever find those Asian markets you were looking for? I think I've seen a few around, but mostly I go to bodegas, so uh-- I wouldn't know about recommending any. This store is great, though... like, for clothes, though. Not food.

[ He gestures both toward the cat meme shirt, but also around the store in general. ]

[It wasn't unusual for Nike to leave late at night out of her job and return home. She has done it for the past two months the same double shifts to help her roommates make ends meet especially when one was in charge of looking after the other due to their situation as parole officer and the one under it. Nike didn't mind working as hard as she did since she felt partially responsible for the situation having gone that way.

Regardless, she was heading home until a small group of guys began to cat call her. Those guys weren't unknown to her. They always found excuses to see her at work for whatever reason. Somehow, they must have figured out she was in one of her double shift evenings. Nike wasn't afraid of them. She can handle a group of guys on her own.

What becomes an issue though? That they begin to follow after her with heavy scents of alcohol in their systems. It was difficult to predict or even keep her gaze away from them. Nike didn't want to hurt them with her powers. It would send a bad message, but she couldn't ignore it neither. Especially when one decides to throw a bottle her way. Nike will stop and use her wind magic to push the bottle back which will have the group getting excited now. Calling her all sorts of names. Nike will turn to the would be group of tough guys with a glare on her expression, but there was slight hesitation as well.]

I would suggest for you to stop already. Don't give me a reason to hurt you...

[They knew her weakness. It was clear from their reaction -- they didn't buy it. Without much warning, they will begin to surround her now and all Nike can do is glare and hold her ground, but she was really hoping someone would come to her rescue. Anyone would do. Just stop her from using her powers to defend herself.]

[Saitama had been sitting on the top of a building, eating some chips and keeping an ear out for anything going on within a distance. It was pretty quiet so far that night, at least on this part of town. Once he finishes the snack he would get up and look elsewhere, but that was when he heard the telltale sounds of guys harassing a woman. Typical. Don't people got anything better to do in the middle of the night?

They came into view from around the corner a couple blocks away, and he watches them in the lamplights as he keeps eating the chips. He begins to move as soon as he sees a man throw the bottle, but then it did what was basically a u-turn in midair...

Ah, she's a hero--or was that "imPort"?--like him. If she can take care of herself he's not gonna barge in. But after they started to surround her and she didn't do anything else to them made him cock his head in confusion. He had seen her use a power, right? Why was she looking so nervous for?

Well then. Looks like his chip break is going to be interrupted anyway. He rolls up the top of the bag, shoves it into a pocket, stands up--

--and in an instant he's moved to stand behind two of the men, in her line of sight. He shows no sign of recognition yet--no offense, Nike, he's just shit at things like recognizing people.]

Hey.

[It sounded more like a greeting than a disciplinary sound.]

[She didn't expect to find someone familiar to appear to her rescue. There was a long list of people she has been mentally thinking of or even calling for, but the individual before her wasn't on the list. All the same, she was slightly relieve to have another ally to help her defeat the small group of drunks. As strong as she could be, there was a limit on a set number of guys that she can beat up without any issue.

It's until he offers a pretty normal greeting that Nike begins to silently wonder 'did he really come to my rescue?' as he didn't sound very heroic at all. But it was more than enough to catch the attention of the group of drunkards. There was silence from both sides for a few moments.

That is until the group begins to question over the identity of the bald and scrawny man before them wearing a silly -- to put it mildly -- outfit. They all wonder if he was part of their little club. It seem like he wasn't from the collective response. Some will even turn to the man, begin to slightly shove him as they exclaim over the guy being too creepy to be part of their little group. While the group is debating among themselves while laughing at the idea of him being her hero, Nike will remain silent throughout with a small sigh escaping her lips.]

Stop that. I know him. He's someone I went scuba diving recently with.

[That little admission will regain the attention of some of the drunkards as they begins to overreact at the admittance. It didn't take long or the group decide to turn their wrath towards him. 'Scrawny Clean' as they refer to him as. Another sigh will escape her lips at this.]

What is the matter with all of you? Geez. Beating up a guy just because we happen to do something together. You're all the worse!

[Cracking her knuckles a bit, she'll turn her attention to the other guy.]

Hey, you. Saitama, right? How many of them can you directly take on? I think we can get rid of them together if you're willing to help. [She should be able to beat for or five guys, right? That should be the exact equivalent of beating up two palace guards. Hopefully.]

[He isn't showing any reaction to the, what he could only call bullying, that was going on to him. Except for the occasional remark about his baldness, which made an eyebrow twitch.

He does show a little reaction when she mentions SCUBA diving. Ah, that's why she looks familiar. He can't remember her name. Pikee or something?

Before she could even finish her question to him he took out all the men in an instant, just simple blows to the back of their heads to knock them silly down to the ground.]

What's with people like them? [He says to them as they lay unconscious on the ground:] You're gonna be bald one day, too, you know.

[And maybe they'll look back at the men they taunted for being bald and feel bad. Maybe. He glances up at her, seeing her cracking her knuckles.]

Oh. Sorry. Did you want to fight, too?

[Nike did have an inkling suspicion over all comments concerning his lack of hair were beginning to annoy him. It was difficult to not miss the twitch before witnessing a sight she never thought she would see ever in her life: watching all the men fall to the ground within seconds.

She will definitely be left blinking in surprise by the scene she had witnessed. Too bad he ruined it with his remark.]

Is that all you got from all of this!?

[Then again, she couldn't help wonder.]

You're bald not by choice, huh?

[Yup. That just may be her way of lightly scolding him for taking all the fun and work from her, but she will admit though -- she definitely prefer it this way too.]

...not really. I'm just upset that I had to leave all the work to you. As thought I was some princess that needed to be rescued or something. [Which ironically enough, she was a princess and future queen candidate for her world but details weren't all that important!] I didn't know you lived here. Saitama, right?

Who wants to be bald by choice?!

[He exclaims as if she was making fun of him, ignoring the fact that he knows there's people that do shave their heads for their own pleasure. But he doesn't understand those people!

He calms down as she continues talking, breathing out a short, irritated breath just to get all that bald aggression out those punks put into him. When he speaks again it's back to its usual blasé, bored tone.]

Yeah, they put me in this city. I didn't save you 'cause I thought you were a "princess". You hesitated. You didn't want to use your powers, did you.

[He still speaks in his typical monotone, but it has a hint of insight to it. He may not pay attention to a lot of things, and he still doesn't remember her name for the life of him, but he does notice some things.]

Someone who prefers to be bald. Someone who has trouble with lice. Someone whose job may prefer them to be bald for.

[All said while she begins to count her fingers over possible reasons one wants to be bald. It was clear she took his exclamatory question to be a serious one. Regardless, she now understood he wasn't bald by choice. That was very clear.

Just like it was clear that he read her very well. He caught on to her earlier hesitation and figured out the reason for it. It was interesting to hear him speak his thoughts with such a bland tone of voice though. A small chuckle will escape her lips at that.]

Good catch, is what I want to say, but it's a little difficult to when I hear you say it in that type of voice. You really are a perspectively funny guy!

[Once she calms down from her light laughter, she will look up at him with a weak smile.]

But you aren't wrong though. I didn't want to hurt them by using my power when they don't have any of their own to use to defend themselves with. It didn't feel like a fair fight, you know? [There will be a light pause though.] The way you took them down though. That was amazing! If I had the same skill to do that, then I would have taken care of it in the very same way. With my natural strength, I can only take care of...maybe three or four of them. I mean, I was able to single-handedly take care of two palace guards on my own, so that should equal about four regular guys, right?

[He doesn't say anything in reaction to her calling him a perspectively funny guy with a dull voice. Just a small shrug as he scratches at his inner ear.

He's slightly curious about her powers, but he'll have to ask about that later. Right now, she's talking about strength, a subject he is familair with, at least.]

I don't know. What's really strong on your world could be as strong as a child in this one.

[To anyone who doesn't know him (ie: Genos) what he just said probably sound incredibly rude.]

[His explanation will leave her silent as she thinks about it for a moment. There were no traces of feeling insulted, not in the very least. Only thoughtful.]

With how many worlds there are, I wouldn't be surprised if it was the case! I've met a handful of pretty strong and talented fighters here and all. I bet there is someone like that out there.

[As she says all that, Nike will look better now. Just slightly though.]

Somehow I feel you may be speaking out of experience though! That was a very deep thought. I've never considered it until now... [With that said, she will quickly add.] Thanks for saving me and giving me food for thought. Do you mind if I borrow it to tell a friend about it?

[He just sort of stares at her, dumbfounded. She was acting like he was some kind of philosopher here, but that was hardly the case.]

Uh, I don't care, but it's not that big of a deal... I have literally no experience in things like this.

[That is, testing out the strengths of other universes. Sure he's fought monsters and aliens back home, but that's hardly the same, right?]

You don't!?

[While he is speaking over his lack of experience in testing his strength in other universes, she takes it as him admitting to not being very good at talking about deep thoughts over it.]

I'm surprised. It kinda sounded like you do. Have experience in all types of fights to make that earlier assessment.

[Her gaze will return to the beat up group of passed out drunkards.]

Do you have experience in fighting these type of guys though? It was pretty impressive watching you take care of them so quickly. I usually need to get a few hits in before I beat up someone. [All said as though it were no big deal.]

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oh god so late I'm sorry /)_(\ feel free to move on at will

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