[open] just a normal weekend

[scrap_metal]

WHO: Genos and you!
WHERE: De Chima and Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 8-9 October
WHAT: Just a normal weekend for cyborg. Full of diligent studying and explosions
WARNINGS: none so far


> A. English lessons; De Chima

[ Having only weekends free, that's when Genos usually attends English classes at The De Chima Import Community Center. Logic would say to attend Beginning English classes, but Genos goes for extremes. Since his time for studying is very limited, he'll make an absolute best use of it.

He can be found sitting through Beginning, Intermediate and Advanced English classes and conversations. Who cares if he doesn't understand most of it, he's writing everything down. Eventually it will be useful.

During breaks, he'll be diligently arranging his notes and few books on the corridor, not caring how much space he might take. But he doesn't look very happy of it. Or maybe it's just his face. ]

That's almost like back in school

[ Which is a weird thought. If he continued education, he'd finished high school by now and probably go for some university. But he can't imagine what he would choose. Oh, he had plans, once. But it was long time ago. ]


> B. You need to hear about this band, regardless if you want it or not; De Chima - Maurtia Falls

[ In the afternoon, on his way back home, Genos takes care about his another duty for today. A very important one. See, Genos' teacher, Saitama, is in a band. And... Genos obviously feels the need to support this endeavor of his. What every band needs? Audience. That's the place Genos can step in. And aggressively give-away pamphlets and band's advertising to every willing, and non-willing passer-by.

That includes you.

Sorry, not sorry, but you just got a combo of band's mini-poster, list of shops you can get some of their rarer, older CD's and list of upcoming local concerts of Punch Drunk Love! From a very determined and serious cyborg who will not accept it back ]


> C. And some obligatory crime-fighting; Maurtia Falls


[ There is a series of explosions in Maurtia Falls near the shopping center. They're loud, bright, send people screaming and... do no damage at all.

Here we have, a self-proclaimed super villain, wearing pharaoh party mask on his face, running for his life with a huge bag of loot. Said bag mostly includes small, expensive electronic devices. And few not that small or expensive, like toaster.

He's one of those resident gifted with powers, you see. Too bad his power is about making firecracker explosions. Blinding light, loud sound, and lots of smoke, but it can't even properly shatter glass. Still, very useful for distraction and making the robbery look like it's something far more serious than it is.

And now that robber is running right at you, Genos chasing behind him with determination on his face and... what happens is up to you.

Do you help him catch the thief? Or maybe give him chance to run away? Or maybe the robber tries and takes you as a hostage. ]

Comments

b! (maurtia falls)

[leonized]

[Leon looks a bit alarmed as all of the promotional goods are shoved at him. He's... not really much of a concert person, or a rock music person, so he's not really sure how to respond to this. Especially given this kid's appearance? Of course, here, he could hardly act like judging someone based on appearance was a good thing.

But he's going to shove it back, no matter how determined he is.]

Don't bother.

b! (maurtia falls)

[scrap_metal]

[ They are going to have a shoving contest, because Genos pushes back the goods right back into Leon hands. ]

Take them.

[ He's not good at, uh, this promotion stuff ]

You can always give them away to someone else.

[leonized]

I'm not gonna hand it off to anyone else, I just don't want it.

[Seriously, he's not going to get into some weird promoting scheme, especially when he barely knows what the promotion is for. Until he looks down at what Genos has shoved into his hands.]

You really think this is a way to get people interested in your band?

[Well, he's not looking that closely.]

[scrap_metal]

It's not my band. [ But he certainly is so interested it could as well be.

And while everyone would consider that to be a rhetorical question, Genos will read that as invite to inquire more. ]

But do go on, give me your "better way" to getting people interested.

[leonized]

Not shoving shit in someone's face.

[He just scowls at Genos. He isn't really sure of a better way to get people's attention, honestly. Or more, he knows that there is a better way, because this is just offputting— but he isn't entirely sure what that is. At least, not when he's being put on the spot like this.

When that happens, his only response is to be bitey as hell.]

[scrap_metal]

[ Genos in return gets even jerkier-jerk also very literal and pedantic. ]

It's not shit, and I didn't shove it into your face. Hence, I already fulfilled requirements for that "better way" of yours. If anything, it's hardly a good advice, it's just common sense. Anyone with half of brain would figure out that shoving excrement at other people isn't going to win you interest.

[ Why, yes! He's the worst possible person for this job... ]

[leonized]

[He takes a deep breath. For some reason, he had a feeling that this wasn't really a case of this guy making a joke. He seemed 100% serious. Unfortunately.

So he just has to sigh.]

Are you always this literal?

C

[prostheticbody]

[The Major just happens to be waiting to cross an intersection as the fearsome Pharaoh comes barging down the sidewalk. She raises an eyebrow at all the sound and fury signifying nothing that appears to be following closely behind him. Honestly, she thinks she preferred Maurtia Falls when it was just real criminals you had to worry about instead of buffoons in dollar store masks.

As he charges toward her, she takes a step back and sticks out her leg, elegantly tripping him and causing him to spill his loot out of his bag. He begins to frantically throw the items back in his bag, firing off a few of his firecrackers for good measure. Motoko just watches with her arms crossed and an expression between annoyance and bemusement on her face when she notices Genos.]

A friend of yours, Genos?

[scrap_metal]

[ The fearsome Pharaoh is almost back on his feet and ready to run, when Genos catches up to him and raises him up by his collar. ]

A pest. And annoyance.

[ He hits a wall with him for a good measure, just in case he was planning to throw off another firecracker. Or just to stop him from struggling ]

I'm going to bring him to the police, he is no acquaintance or friend of mine.

[ He has -50 to getting jokes, so yes, he did take that seriously ]

[prostheticbody]

[She just smiles slightly at how downright serious he is about catching this D-list villain.]

He seems a bit below your pay grade, doesn't he?

[That is, a cyborg that can effortlessly lift a guy off the ground and pound him against the wall going up against a guy who can make some irritating flashes. Seems a bit one-sided.]

[scrap_metal]

Everyone else ran away, screaming. [ To their defense the smoke, lights and general kabooms did make it look like something just exploded ] He'd get away before police appeared.

[ And like on cue, the sirens start to wail in the distance. That prompts the Pharaoh to try and fire off one more pseudo-explosions. Which.... might not be a best idea, given the company he's in, but hey! Points for trying? ]

[prostheticbody]

I'd say he's probably the least of Maurtia Falls' problems.

[His explosions are, well, really just annoying. She reaches over and grabs him by the nose. And given her strength, it's not a pleasant experience.]

Do that one more time and we might have to get rough with you.

[scrap_metal]

[ The man tries to nod his head, that "yes, of course, he will do as told" but that's not a good idea, when being held by the nose. ]

At least it is one problem less? [ Which is sort of depressing. But one could say something about taking victories where they are. ]

Should we tie him down, and leave for police here, or..?

[ What is the proper customs of heroing here. ]

B!

[sasaeru]

[Ulvida has been told about -- and has read on -- the generally questionable safety of Maurtia Falls' streets, so while she does come to take a look at the city, she doesn't plan on staying long or straying too far. She arrives, she locates the government housing buildings, and she's just on her way back to the Porter to return home when she gets brutally assaulted

... by a pamphlet?]

What?

[One quick glance tells her next to nothing about it. Punch Love Drunk, that she can read, but she doesn't recognize the faces printed on the cover or what this is about. She just instinctively holds up her hands to see if she can shove it out of her face...]

What is this?

[scrap_metal]

Information. [ That's the simplest answer, but it doesn't suffice, but he hands her a flyer about in-store event next month ]

Punch Love Drunk is holding regular concerts [ not... really ] around the town. Live houses addresses are at the other side of the pamphlet. If you have time, please do come by!

[sasaeru]

[Blocking the shot failed. She couldn't get past the defense either. Conclusion: she has to take this pass.

That doesn't even make sense.

She just lets the strange man hand her the flyer and looks down at it again.]

I do have time, sometimes.

... It's a band?

[scrap_metal]

Correct. They made a come back recently with a new vocalist. The CDs are still with their previous one, though if you ask my humble opinion [ no one is asking! ] the new vocalist is much better. Of course, buying old CDs supports the band anyway, no matter the line-up, so it is recommended.

However they really shine during live show, and I expect new CD to be released soon. [ He... doesn't have that much insider info, and he haven't seen them live yet. But he's really getting into the story now ]

[sasaeru]

[It's an incredibly earnest sales pitch, but also an incredibly vague one. They're better, he says, but she still doesn't know anything about what their music is like, or what the band is about, or anything like that. With her lacking knowledge of the music scene in the first place, this is nothing more than a mystery.

But earnestness is one way to get to her. She reads the flyer one more time before looking up at him.]

Where are the tickets sold?

[It couldn't hurt, right?]

[scrap_metal]

[ Is this a... success? Did she really asked about the tickets? First person to do so, congratulations. Genos shuffles quickly all the pamphlets and flyers he got, taking the one listing shops where the CD's can be bought. ]

Four shop on top of the list carry tickets. You can also purchase one during the day of the concert, right at the venue, with no additional charge. You can also order them online or through mail-order. I'll give you the address in a second--

[ He does the quick search again, but this time without success ]

-ugh... I can't find it?

C;

[amadaman]

[The thief is running, running, running, and at the end of the street where he is headed? is a small-sized teenage boy on his way back from walking a friend home. Ken heard the firecracker noises and was actually making his way toward the sound, to see if there was anything he could do to help, but he wasn't expecting to have a surprise encounter with the cause so abruptly. And to the thief, this little boy is the perfect to-be-hostage, he's young and small and probably easy to pick up!

Ken's not about to give him such a chance though. For a moment his expression is wide-eyed surprise, appropriate for a young boy that just ran into a thief, but in the next moment his eyes narrows and his stance changes. This is the thief, it has to be, and he's not about to let him get away.

Instead of running away or trying to block the man's path, Ken goes forward. He kicks off the ground, leaping farther and higher than most people should be able to without a running start, then twists his body around with a kick of his legs. He's fast, and his foot connects squarely with the man -- enough to knock the breath out of him, throw him off balance, and stumble.]

[scrap_metal]

[ When Genos notices the boy, and robber heading to it, he knows what's to expect. He knows, and he curses himself for not being able to prevent it.

Hostage situations are the worst.

But then the kid knocks the thief out with a good kick, and Genos isn't going to question that. He catches up with the thief just after he tries to stand up after stumbling and, well, bashes him into the ground.

The mask cracks, and man lets out a small whine, but stops struggling, for now. ]

You've got fast reactions. [ He commends, a little curious. You don't often see civilians save themselves, and so successfully at that. ]

[amadaman]

Uh.

[Genos bashes the man to the ground and Ken's foot lands squarely on his back at the same time too. He's not a heavy boy by any means but there's enough force behind it that there's a grunt from the robber upon impact. And Ken looks up at the other man -- obviously an imPort, from his appearance, as opposed to Ken's relatively ordinary look -- and blinks at him.]

Oh. This?

[Ken don't grind your foot into the guy's back just to demonstrate.]

Thanks. I guess I'm used to kicking down a lot faster stuff. Like my friends' soccer balls. You're pretty fast too.

[scrap_metal]

I've got my speed enhanced just before getting ported here, although my frame still needs adjustments in design.

[ So apparently soccer training might enhance speed? Genos will need to ask his teacher one day about sports he might have part take in as a kid. ]

Soccer, huh.

[ He collects the barely conscious robber and dusts him off, before hanging him across his arm, like a sack of potatoes ]

You've got any idea where there is nearest police station?

[amadaman]

Soccer, monster fighting, regularly having to dodge lightning attacks. You know.

[One of these is not like the other!

As Genos gathers up the robber Ken takes that time to pick up the stuff he dropped, ready to help carry this into that police station to be turned in.]

I think there was one a few blocks away from here. Pretty daring of him to try a heist like that so close to authority, but then again this is Maurtia Falls.

[scrap_metal]

...is that what passes for soccer here? [ Genos tilts his head, curiously. Yeah, it's not even a sarcasm, he's really wondering. Being the literal horror he is.

He starts walking towards the exit of the alley ]

Maybe he hoped the police will be busy with the supposed "damage" and "explosions" he made in the shop. Or he's just stupid.