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Saitama Drinks Nasty Milk [Action]

((Sorry that it's a bit lengthy, but intro posts are very important!))

The piercing light from an opening fridge door illuminated the muggy darkness that filled Saitama's home. It was something like 2AM... or something. To say that the hero wasn't entirely sure what time it was-was an understatement since his mind was still up for going back to bed. However , his mouth ached for something to quench a dryness that had him woken up with a throat that felt like a desert.
To make matters worse, the water for his apartment complex had been on the fritz. That's the price you pay for living in an abandoned part of town.
Saitama's eyes scanned the contents of the fridge: some eggs, some tofu, and some leftover vegetables was all he had...
The hero batted his eyes shut a few times before standing up straight and calling out to the darkness, “Hey, Genos! Are you home?”

He waited, but there was no response. His room mate and loyal student (it was one sided relationship) had been out of the house for the past day, probably off to get upgrades or maintenance or firmware updates or whatever a cyborg needs to function.
Saitama cleared his mind and looked back at the fridge only to spot something that had evaded him initially. It was milk. It had to be almost 2 weeks old at this point... Saitama swallowed as he dreaded to think what sort of a state the dairy product was in; but then he realized that it might still be drinkable!
Hastily, he snatched up the carton and shook it lightly beside his ear. Low and behold, it still sounded like a thin liquid! He unscrewed the cap and took a smell – and almost gagged. Completely sour.

But he was desperate, the thirst in his mouth was overwhelming and this was all he had... he'd fought bigger monsters than this, a mouthful of old milk shouldn't kill him! Clenching his fist, he threw his head back and knocked down the milk. He was overcome with a plethora of emotions. Disgust, fear, anger, and even some joy. This was truly the most vile thing to have ever entered his mouth!
The hero gagged and coughed, throwing the milk carton aside and turning to his sink to shout his disgust in to the empty basin. He turned the tap on in a futile attempt to summon water from it. He cried out in regret. His life started to flash before his eyes... was this really the end?

Then... he pulled away from the sink.
“Not too bad.” He said to himself, “Wouldn't do it again... but...” He smacked his lips and ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, “It got the job done, I guess.”
Gathering his resolve and his pride, Saitama felt victorious and went back to bed. It wasn't until he had his eyes shut for about 5 minutes did his stomach rumble something awful. Dread came across his mind, but he quickly assured himself, “...I'm sure it's fine.”

–

Saitama woke abruptly, there was something inside of him that needed to come out. He shot straight up from lying down and banged his head against the top of a metal casket before blowing it off completely with a desperate punch; lodging the lid in to a crevice in the top of the cavern he found himself mysteriously in. But he didn't care. He leaned over the box and emptied the contents of his stomach in to a shallow water surrounding his box.
The air smelled stale, likely a tell-tale sign of the quality of water in this cavern, but he didn't care and began rinsing his mouth out of the now even worse taste of milk-vomit – only to find out that the water in the cavern wasn't particularly clean now either.
To top it all off, the lid from his casket dislodged a few rocks which came hurtling down, hitting Saitama bluntly on the head. He fell backwards and in to the cushioned embrace of his cocoon.

For the next 5 minutes, he just groaned and whined; cursing himself for drinking that milk. Then it dawned on him... he was no longer in his apartment. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before looking around the cavern. There was this calming and beautiful air around it. He studied the metal box he found himself in, it was surprisingly comfortable – but his mind wasn't too enamoured by all of this since there was still one big problem.

“This isn't my bed...” he thought out loud, “This isn't my home either...”
The hero looked around a bit longer before spotting a little box floating in the water just some distance from his casket. Searching his memory, he seemed to recall that very same object flying out of the casket as he punched the lid off. Maybe it was important? Either way, it wasn't within arms reach, and he didn't particularly want to get his pyjamas wet. Instead, he improvised! Grabbing the nearby rock that hit him on the head, he threw it in the water just behind the metal box, causing a soft wave to push it closer to him.

After scooping the box out of the water and opening up, he found it filled with water. All of the objects inside were completely drenched – especially the pamphlet which was now falling apart in his hand.
“Jeez... I hope this didn't belong to anyone- wait, is that?”
One thing that didn't fall apart, however, was a small stack of red bills wrapped in a soft, white ribbon.
“...If there's money, that must mean there's a way to spend it. Maybe the owner of this box is around here somewhere?” Saitama thought to himself, “I'll try and return this to them... maybe they'll give me some of this money as a reward!”
He placed all of the items back in the box (save for the destroyed pamphlet) and tucked them under his arm.
“Alright. My goals are to find out where I am, and to return these items to whoever owns them!”
Without any more warning, he leapt from his metal casket straight on to dry land in one quick movement, before walking out of the bay – being mindful not to step on any rocks with his bare feet.

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It didn't take long for Saitama to stumble upon a somewhat out of place looking magazine stand filled with all sorts of brochures meant for perusing. It felt like he was in some kind of a tourist shop. He picked up a brochure and gave it a quick read out loud,
“Welcome to Genessia... bla bla bla... oh! A map! How useful!” exclaimed Saitama as he shoved the now crumpled up pamphlet in his pocket. He then looked at the high-tech stand not far from the magazine rack.
As he approached it, it lit up with a hologram of a young looking girl with white hair and clothing to match.
Saitama assumed it was waiting for him to talk, so, “Um... hello? Can you help--”

But then the hologram interrupted him, “Hello my name is Weiss Schnee...”
Saitama felt a bit confused at the whole thing, “Weiss Schnee? What weird name...”
He let it continue talking for a few more seconds before it dawned on him that this thing wasn't going to shut up. Before it could get to the important details, he turned away and walked off towards Genessia City. It didn't seem like any city he immediately recognized – but it had a homely, modern feeling to it. The streets were crowded, but it didn't feel like anything special.
In all honesty, Saitama felt a bit odd, wearing his pyjamas in public, but he didn't really care since his hero uniform was just as weird looking.

Before he felt too lost, he remembered that he had a map. Opening it up, he looked for a point of interest. The only thing that stuck out to him as being somewhere good to start was the only park in the city. A natural, fresh environment might help wake him up and air his lungs out after emptying his stomach. Considering the park wasn't too far way, he made a short walk to it.

The park, like the city, wasn't especially abnormal. It had a fancy looking entrance with a sign that read 'Garden Park.'
“What a common looking name...” he thought to himself as he found a tree to sit down under in order to get a better understanding of his surroundings.
The fresh air and scenery allowed Saitama to clear out his mind and think about the situation he was in. Suddenly waking up in a metal casket in the middle of a cavernous bay in the middle of some regular looking city was definitely not normal. On top of that, where was Genos?
He started trying to decide what to do next. Should he look for some kind of official looking building? Talk to a police officer? Climb to the highest point in the city and see if there's anything he can spot from up there?
Saitama then looked at his pyjamas, “Or maybe I should go and buy myself a decent outfit... I'm sure the owner of this money will understand.”

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He might not have to do all that! There were people on the street, most of who were probably ignoring the fashion don't in jammies. There was a young lady padding down the street with a list in her hand, however, the very white furred Cui wrapped around her neck like a stole, and a heavy coat worn over her attire. Catching sight of Saitama- well he was quite a sight. "Oh my..! You must be a new arrival."

Quite ironically, Saitama looked very average. His expression was blank and his outward demeanour wasn't particularly impressive. If anything, the only eye-catching part of him was the shiny dome on his bald head.
Saitama looked up at the voice being directed at him. This person must have been a character from a video game or something, judging by their outfit.
“Cosplayer..?” Saitama thought to himself.

He stood up from under the tree and held a hand up for a stationary wave, “Yo. Do you happen to know if anyone is missing a box that came with a cell-phone, necklace, a pamphlet, and some money?”
Even his voice sounded painfully average...

Edited 2015-12-16 20:57 (UTC)

How extremely rude, her clothing was no common costume for people to tromp around in. "Oh my, how very polite if you did not read the material that was left with you." Especially if he thought it was someone else's. It could have been a diary! "That which you speak of belongs to you now, in fact. All newcomers are given those things when they are pulled here. If you read the pamphlet you will find out more on your situation. The money also was given to you, to allow you to find suitable living for the duration of one month until you can find a means of surviving on your own."

Exhaling through his teeth, Saitama didn't entirely want to hear those words, “Aha.. ha... funny. The pamphlet got destroyed after being submerged in water too long...”
He scratched the back of his head after letting out a sigh, “Oh well... not like it matters. This is all probably just a bad dream from drinking that sour milk. I've heard that reading books in your dreams doesn't work.”

Oh goody, he's delusional. Well, she could always call on Fang if he got further unhinged. "Oh my... what a pity. Would you like me to direct you to the nearest hospital? I hear that they are helpful to," wait, it's probably not a good idea to call a crazy person 'crazy' to his face. "Newcomers."

"A hospital likely won't do me any good - what I need is a clothes store; and maybe some good food!" he said with a grin. If he was dreaming, he may as well enjoy it - especially since it feels so life like! No regrets involved!

Tiara glanced him up and down briefly, "Well I am in agreement, you could certainly do with a decent change of attire." He'd be less of a walking embarrassment at least~! "There are many in this place, and the stores within Genessia are at least slightly cheaper than the ones you might find in Nova City or Attelton. So too goes the state of cafes and such - in fact, there is one just on the corner there." Kerpoint. This is not a 'look over there so I can run away from the crazy person' move, there actually -is- a cafe there.

Looking towards where Tiara was pointing, Saitama confirmed that there was indeed a cafe there, "Oh. Convenient."
He took note of the fact that Genessia was meant to be cheapest and took out his stack of money with the intention of running his finger down the side, letting the bits of paper fold out a bit. Ever since he became a hero, Saitama has learned to appreciate the finer things in life - like a good bargain at the local supermarket.
"Well, you've been a lot of help! Thank you, dream person." He said, bowing in respect.

Well he wasn't very bright, but he was at least polite. ~~Er... Unintentional rhyme aside...~~ "My, though your manners are slightly lacking you are not a completely hopeless case. Although I may point out, that I do have a name, and it is not 'dream person'."

... she could practically hear Fang laughing in her head if he had heard that though. She would give him such a pinch in the side if he did! "Since you are a new arrival, for now I will allow slight lenience. I am Tiara."

"My name is Saitama. I'm a guy who's a hero as a hobby- well actually I'm a professional hero now," he said with a confident grin. Normally, his attitude would be fairly apathetic or lazy, but considering he's still convinced that he's in a state of dreaming, his mood is a bit more chipper.

Edited 2015-12-18 13:45 (UTC)

It's a good thing he's so upbeat! If he'd had a lazy attitude Tiara would be giving Saitama the flattest of looks. She knows another such LAZY person after all. "Professional hero? My that is quite a title to give yourself." He's... definitely not the kind of person she would have imagined as a 'professional hero' but whatever. "May I ask if you have any questions, Saitama?"

"Oh. Yeah, thanks." Saitama pointed at Tiara's outfit, "Where did you get this? I ask because I don't think a regular clothes store would sell a particular outfit I'm looking for..."
After saying this, it'd be hard to not picture Saitama wearing the same clothes as Tiara - even he pictured it! "A-a-ah.. I didn't mean an outfit just like yours, but I meant a super hero outfit! With a cape and boots or..." he stopped talking before he made things worse.

"It is my regular clothing from home. What a peculiar question to --" ask. Oh. Oh god. No, nono. TOO LATE the damage is done, Tiara is giving him such a horrified look. "Oh... OH my. A..are you some kind of.... crossdresser?" EEeeeeeeeeeeeeew. Okay that's insensitive, but still, eeeeeeeeew. She didn't want to see her attire on someone like him. Ew. EWW CANNOT UNSEE.

"I.. I cannot say I would know where you would find such attire. Perhaps you should try a costume store, I believe I saw children prancing about in such apparel a few months ago." Stay away from the dresses.

Saitama took the shame head on, he stared in to the distance with a blank expression on his face. What shame had been created could not be taken back.
"...This is definitely not a dream... no dream could make me feel like this..." he said, all enthusiasm in his voice was gone; replaced by an expression of defeat.
"Please tell me this is a dream. A nightmare from drinking that sour milk." he turned to look directly in Tiara's eyes, she could definitely see the pain within them.

If he's looking for sympathy, he's not going to find it with Tiara. NO SYMPATHY FOR WEIRDO CROSSDRESSERS *bricked*

"I am sorry to inform you that this is no dream, Saitama. The more swiftly you accept that this is a proper world, the more likely it is you will come to adjust to being here."

At that, Saitama's typically dopey expression changed to become a lot more serious. This was big news. Could he have have been attacked and sent here by someone while he slept? Is Z-City currently in danger? Does the Hero's Association know he's missing?

There was a series of questions floating through his head... but then he asked one that's significantly more important, "Tiara, could you tell me all you know about this place?"

Was this really the same guy who was panicing about cross dressing?

Edited 2015-12-20 01:58 (UTC)

Well at least the crossdresser was finally taking things seriously. Still it was a bother. She was reeeeeeeeeally regretting taking time out of her schedule to talk to this person. If he'd been more careful with the stuff left with him she wouldn't even have to answer those questions. ...a.ctually, if those were someone else's belongings she didn't think they'd be very pleased with the condition he brought them back in. BUT that digressed from the topic at hand.

"As I have said, this city you are in is called Genessia. There are four other cities that connect to this one through -- I suppose you would call them warp gates. They are all quite different. Nova City is very technological, Everglade is..disturbingly creepy" with its spooks and cemetaries and ..ugh. "and Fayren is the least technological of all."

As I am sure you are already aware, this is another world separate from your own. Time has stopped in that world while you are here. Unfortunately, a way back has yet to be found."

"Time has stopped..." Saitama thought on this for a moment, then his serious expression relaxed. Since Cities A-Z weren't in immediate danger, he could take it a bit easier when it came to finding out what was going on. That is, of course, if he bothers to figure out what's going on.
"Guess I'll hang around for a while... see what's what, get a job or something... Do people need monsters beaten up, or is this place safe from monster attacks?"

"You say that as if you had a choice. It is not as if any of us can return to our homes in the near future. As for the matter of employment, I suggest you keep an eye out for the newspaper, when it is 'delivered'." She says delivered loosely because shortly after she arrived in Genessia, the paperboy threw the damn thing through the window and it landed in her tea. She'd been too peeved by the incident to appreciate that aim. "I'm certain there are bounties and other such requests listed within."

"Oh. I'll keep an eye out. Thank you for your help." Saitama said, smiling warmly. Despite his goofiness, he was definitely a nice person who appreciated the selfless generosity of others - something that he can appreciate.
"I'm going to find myself somewhere to start off, if we meet again in the future, I'll remember to buy you some great noodles!"

Tiara nods quickly, "Yes, of course." You strange crossdresser you. "There is no need for such courtesy," though if Fang were here he'd take Saitama up on that, and then some. Protip: Save up a LOT of money for that boy's appetite if you ever run into or treat him to food, Saitama. "I wish you luck, Saitama."

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