Continuation of Futuro thread...

[heroforhobby]

Whole thread. . Under the cut Zenyatta's last reply.


[ He orders his oil, and yeah, it looks about as appealing as oil... does. Slimy, thick, brownish black goop. It also comes with a bright pink straw. He still observes Saitama, taking a small sip through his very small mouth port. His model style originally did need to consume oil to exercise certain higher leveled tasks, and so the processing units for the liquid are still in him... But with time, as it became unnecessary, mouth ports became smaller. Much harder to drink from. Straws help. ]

It is ... nice.

[ Something's bugging Saitama. Zenyatta knows, it isn't regret ovr his rude behavior. ]

... The Iris is not... exclusive. I believe you will find you are as welcome within the Iris as so many others.

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[iomnic]

... It does, yes.

But there is nothing that can be done about it now.

[heroforhobby]

[He sits in silence for a moment, wishing he had a drink to sip noisily from as a distraction.

However, an idea strikes him based on something Zenyatta had said when he thought Saitama was going to really punch him.]

You couldn't restore his back up...?

[iomnic]

He was shot through his processor. Even if he had a back-up, he would have needed to prepare it. And... being who he was, I doubt he would have made one. I have not, myself.

[heroforhobby]

Oh. I was thinking maybe it was auto uploaded to the storm or something.

[He mumbles, mistaking the term "the cloud". He was not tech savvy in the least bit.]

Why haven't you?

[iomnic]

That is not quite how data transfers work.

If I am to die, then it is what was meant to happen.

[heroforhobby]

I can respect that.

[He finally grins again.]

Besides, it's no fun if there's no stakes, right?

[He speaks from experience here. No fun in a fight if there's no stakes; life is the same, right?]

[iomnic]

I suppose, in a way. I think of it more as... if I am to no longer exist, then it was fate that decided I should cease. I will not allow anyone else the credit.

[heroforhobby]

Right, right. That makes sense for you.

[He has no strong opinion on fate as long as it wasn't tied into BS like prophecy and other mumbo jumbo.]

[iomnic]

I suppose I should ask... Is there anything you believe strongly in? It does not have to be religious. I am just... curious.

[heroforhobby]

[He leans back again, arms crossed as he thinks. He could answer "sales" but he supposes he owes Zenyatta a serious answer after pulling the punching trick.

He hums as he thinks, then says:]

I think I did once. But then I ruined it.

[iomnic]

"Ruined it?"

[heroforhobby]

I wanted to be strong. The only thing I had worth living for.

[Looks aside at him, grinning a little, self-deprecating.]

Careful what you wish for, eh?

[iomnic]

I see. And now you are too strong. A "monkey's paw" scenario.

Although I think that perhaps your problem was not ever truly resolved.

[heroforhobby]

That's what I basically said, isn't it?

[He said, getting fully what Zenyatta was getting at but playing off as if he had misunderstood. His gaze then returns to the bottles on shelves behind the bar, and he points at them.]

You think I should try something weird and new? I usually just have a beer back home if I drink, but might as well be daring if it's free, eh?

[Is he trying to change the subject now? Hmm.]

[iomnic]

You are avoiding the subject. If you did not want to talk about it, you should not have brought it up. But perhaps, this is also your subconscious way of wanting to talk about it, and then denying it once I realized something.

[ welcome 2 blunt city, population: zenny from the hood ]

...You should try a "Screwdriver."

[heroforhobby]

Here I thought you were a monk, not a shrink.

[Cocks his head, considering.]

Sounds like a biased choice. Is there oil in it.

[iomnic]

Does a blind man need to be able to see to know that water is wet?

[ He doesn't need a degree to be able to tell you're kinda fucked up, man. ]

It is vodka and orange juice. I am biased towards it, because I think the name is funny, because it has nothing to do with screwdrivers.

[heroforhobby]

I'm not very good at riddles.

[And yet only a couple have recognized that fucked upness. That's the danger of making friendsacquaintances]

Ah, yeah, I've heard of those. Okay, I'll try one!

[He waves for the tender to come over, giving his order whenever he shows up.]

[iomnic]

[ And, after Saitama orders... ]

I will put it in plainer words: you are not subtle, and I can tell that you are troubled. It bothers you for me to bring it up, but I am also certain I can help you.

[heroforhobby]

I think I am. [He answers, sounding a bit more serious. He doesn't talk to Zenyatta like he does others, so he may not be as "subtle" now. He knows Genos suspects something of his well-being, but Genos also likes to keep things to himself--or in his notebooks. It's sort of one of the things he likes about that guy.] But I have no interest in being with the Iris.

[There's a pause as he's given his drink, and he holds it in his hands for a moment, not taking a drink yet, shaking the ice in it like a distracted kid.]

It doesn't sound bad, I'm just not the religious sort.

[Then he finally takes that drink, swallowing more than he probably should have of a drink he's never had before. His face scrunches up, nose wrinkling hard, as the burn goes up into it.]

Oof.

[iomnic]

I did not say that the only help I could offer was religious.

[ He waits now, for Saitama's "burn" to go away. ]

But it is my goal to help all- human and omnic- find their personal truths. And through those truths, happiness.

[heroforhobby]

[It goes away quickly, but he wiggles his nose a little before holding the glass back up to his mouth, no prepared for the vodka. He says over the lip of the glass, before drinking:]

What if just hanging out helps?

[iomnic]

That is, essentially, what I meant.

[heroforhobby]

[He wasn't expecting that, at all. He blinks at him from over the glass, then turns back toward the wall of bottles, seeming to think that's the safer choice to look at for the moment.]

Oh. Well, then. There we go.

[iomnic]

I already consider us friends as well, Saitama. Perhaps you do not consider me the same, but it is what I think of you as.