[ Genos wanted to go back inside and examine the juice that caused him to feel revitalized but given the nature of the game, back-tracking wasn’t going to be the way to advance through this and he knew that. Somewhere between his nutrition facts that didn’t make any sense to him—clearly he needed to be worth more in metals than dietary fiber but who was he to judge—the strange clothes, and the need for all of them to traverse the swamp, he really should have expected to something to be quickly amiss.
Though what he was expecting as is the nature with all video games was some sort of monster not…what looked like a doll of his master. Dirty. In the mud. …not for much longer though given how he quickly scooped up the doll carefully into his hands.
It was probably a bit more on the “egg” side and could have been better with capturing what he saw as Saitama’s greatness but it was still a great find. Genos made sure that it would not be dirtied any further than it was. Pulling free one of the strings from his yoga attire, he tied the doll of his master securely around his neck as some sort of over-sized (and extremely gaudy) pendant. ]
It’s almost as if you’re here with me, Master.
[ No one judge him or how happy he’ll be looking right now. ]
PHASE IV.
[ Well, here was the monster he had been expecting.
Typically there would be no problem with a monster showing up out of nowhere. Typically this would feel like another day and just another job for him. The problem wasn’t with the way that Genos fights isn’t that he’s worried about himself or what he has to destroy to get the monster or “solve” whatever threat is standing before him. No, if anything that sort of ruthlessness of it all would have ended this battle a lot sooner than it had been dragged on.
No, the problem lay with the fact that Genos refused to allow any sort of harm to happen to his master—the doll. He was refusing to allow it to be defaced and… Every time he attempted to charge the beams in his arms, the monster would take this as an opportunity to reach out for him. Once it got grazed a tentacle on Saitama’s plush arm and once was enough. He was going to refuse to allow that or anything else to happen similar again.
Perhaps…a bit of teamwork could be used? It wasn’t as if Genos was against it; it was just— ]
I can dispose of the monster if you could provide an adequate distraction long enough for me.
WILDCARD.
[ WHATEVER ELSE!! Feel free to hit me up on octazooka for plottings! ]
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Though what he was expecting as is the nature with all video games was some sort of monster not…what looked like a doll of his master. Dirty. In the mud. …not for much longer though given how he quickly scooped up the doll carefully into his hands.
It was probably a bit more on the “egg” side and could have been better with capturing what he saw as Saitama’s greatness but it was still a great find. Genos made sure that it would not be dirtied any further than it was. Pulling free one of the strings from his yoga attire, he tied the doll of his master securely around his neck as some sort of over-sized (and extremely gaudy) pendant. ]
It’s almost as if you’re here with me, Master.
[ No one judge him or how happy he’ll be looking right now. ]
[ Well, here was the monster he had been expecting.
Typically there would be no problem with a monster showing up out of nowhere. Typically this would feel like another day and just another job for him. The problem wasn’t with the way that Genos fights isn’t that he’s worried about himself or what he has to destroy to get the monster or “solve” whatever threat is standing before him. No, if anything that sort of ruthlessness of it all would have ended this battle a lot sooner than it had been dragged on.
No, the problem lay with the fact that Genos refused to allow any sort of harm to happen to his master—the doll. He was refusing to allow it to be defaced and… Every time he attempted to charge the beams in his arms, the monster would take this as an opportunity to reach out for him. Once it got grazed a tentacle on Saitama’s plush arm and once was enough. He was going to refuse to allow that or anything else to happen similar again.
Perhaps…a bit of teamwork could be used? It wasn’t as if Genos was against it; it was just— ]
I can dispose of the monster if you could provide an adequate distraction long enough for me.
[ WHATEVER ELSE!! Feel free to hit me up on