[ OPEN ] And now for something completely different-

[iomnic]

CHARACTERS: Zenyatta and OPEN!!
DATE: Late November to early December
WARNINGS: None, hopefully.
SUMMARY: So there's violence, fighting, drama all over the place, and Zenyatta just wants to chill and help people find their chill.

[To those who mentioned to Zenyatta they were interested in meditating, he sends out a message to each individual to let them know the location he has taken to for practice. For those he did not speak to, well... It was a public post, available for all to see. Or, perhaps one notices the floating robot monk, and his journey in the wee hours of the morning, and take to following him or asking him where he's going. His answer, in this case, will be "to find peace of mind."

The spot he has taken to is on the edges of town, in the opposite direction of the fracking mines and Deemers camp, to avoid contact and overall distraction brought on by the town itself, and the ever encroaching dangers brought on by the Taraxa.

It is along a path decently high enough up that one can look out over the completely uninhabited parts of Q-65. Below lies the scrublands, and further still lies a small pine forest that lines the edge of a mountain that the Q-65 equivalent of a sun begins to peek out over.

Zenyatta will be there from dawn until dusk, leaving only at night when the temperature begins to drop. For the time he is there though, he hovers just a few inches off the ground, legs crossed and arms spread, with his index fingers touching. He is completely silent with his head bowed, except for the chiming sounds of his orbs circling him, and giving off a light 'ding' as they rise and fall a few inches during their orbit.

Should one choose to join him, they are allowed to, of course. This is what he had hoped for, when he had extended the invitation. And if those who join also have no idea where to start, he would happily give any instruction needed. ]

Comments

[iomnic]

[It is telling. Someone who didn't believe in souls in general would have said that. This was too specific.]

Oh?

Perhaps I was wrong. Would you allow me to double check?

[heroforhobby]

[He faces him again, confused by how the rechecking process would proceed.]

Uh, sure...?

[iomnic]

[Zenyatta gently takes one of his orbs out of the air around him, holds it for a moment, considering...

And then lobs it at Saitama.

If Saitama catches it, he'll find despite it's speed, there was no intent on it to actually hit him. Instead, a golden glow comes from it, and it feels much lighter than a ball made of metal should feel.

If he misses, well, it gets reeeeal close to his head... and then hovers around him, much like it had been doing with Zenyatta, glowing and attached to him with a string of light.

Regardless of the reaction, one thing stays the same: it will be a wonderful golden, and somehow will give a feeling of warmth.]

[heroforhobby]

[He doesn't try to catch it, but he also doesn't move. He can tell it isn't being aimed to hit him, but he's not sure what his intention is so why not just let it fly over the edge of a cliff, huh?

But then it starts hovering near him, making one rotation then getting in very close to his face, casting such a lovely sheen on his bald head. He stares at it cross-eyed and reaches up to tap under it with the tip of a finger.

For once, he seems a bit enchanted.]

Ah...what's this about?

[iomnic]

It is my Orb of Harmony. It provides warmth and healing to the souls of whom it is sent to.

[ Zenyatta replies, sounding satisfied enough that Saitama seemed to just accept it. He returns his gaze to the scene before them.]

It would not have been able to connect to you, should you have not had a soul.

[heroforhobby]

It is warm.

[He admits, at least his nose feels warmer. He rubs at it, thinking it might start running. He keeps poking and tapping it as it rotates.]

But are you sure about it connecting without a soul? You're a robot, right, not a cyborg?

[How speciescist. But he says it with no animosity, it just seems odd a man-made thing could have something like a living soul.]

[iomnic]

Quite the thing to say to someone, you realize? Especially from someone who was not so sure they had one themselves.

[ He's not offended. He knows Saitama doesn't mean any harm by it. He has had the same sort of question said to him, with much more scorn and hate. ]

I am a robot with a soul. Do you believe me?

[heroforhobby]

Not really for me to say, right?

[As Zenyatta said, especially from someone who's not sure he has one. He lowers his hands, putting them in his pockets, letting the orb drift around undisturbed now, just keeping him warm. He may feel a little more at peace, but still that hollowness clung inside of him. It would be nice to think a glowing ball would fix what ails him but that would be too much to expect.]

[iomnic]

You are allowed an opinion, nonetheless.

[Even with the orb of harmony, it seems Saitama's discontentment prevails. The orbs thrives off the good feelings Zenyatta puts into it when he first sends it over to someone, but it won't be as efficient if it's working through negative input. He can sense this much.]

Come sit. Please.

[heroforhobby]

[He shrugged, not feeling his opinion is too important in these manners.

He hesitates for a moment at the invitation to sit, but since he said please why not. He comes over and sits beside him, crossing his legs but leans back on his hands, watching the winter sky, waiting for Zenyatta to say something more.]

[iomnic]

Thank you.

[ And at first, he doesn't say anything at all after that. The orbs, the eight of them he still has with him, as the Orb Of Harmony remains with Saitama, begin their chiming once again. It's calm, dark, and peaceful. ]

...There are a few things about you that I am confused by.

[ Zenyatta finally says, after some time has passed. ]

[heroforhobby]

[He's good at sitting in silence, though he's not really meditating. Just thinking his Saitama thoughts, at first annoyed by the chiming, but then trying to figure out if they were trying to create an actual song. Like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star or something.

This was interrupted by Zenyatta suddenly breaking the silence.]

Huh? [He turns his head enough to look up at him.] What's that? I think I'm pretty simple to get.

[iomnic]

You are a fighter, but not a soldier. You pursue the justice of the law here, but I have a feeling it is not out of a sense of duty. You did not feel as if you had a soul, and despite my convictions, you still seem unsure. Your actions indicate one line of thought, but your personality and reactions indicate another.

[ The words sound fluid enough, but at the very end, Zenyatta falls silent and instead there is the subtle sound of a few clicking noises, each one two seconds apart. Finally, he speaks up again. ]

At the risk of speaking of the very thoughts that cross my circuits- you are illogical.

I find it equal parts confusing, and interesting.

[heroforhobby]

Illogical? That's a new one.

[He's been called a lot of things, but he doesn't think he's ever heard that. He starts to fidget, a nervous looking gesture, but really, it's just his butt's getting cold. He doesn't have floaty powers like Zenyatta here.]

Not sure how to respond to that.

[iomnic]

I suppose you do not need to respond to it.

[Zenyatta says, a touch quieter. Maybe he should have kept his thoughts to himself. He just doesn't think he's met someone quite like Saitama before, for as many people as he has met.]

If you do not wish to stay, you do not need to. I was being selfish, in asking for you to join me.

[heroforhobby]

Nah, you're cool to hang out with. [He looks up at him.] Just my butt's getting cold. Can I sit on your ball?

[He points at the orb still roaming around his head.]

[iomnic]

I... do not recommend that.

[He uses those for prayer, can you not sit your ass on them????????]

[heroforhobby]

I wouldn't fart on it or anything.

[He says, but instead just grabs it to hold it on his lap, leaning an elbow on it to prop his head up in his hand. Was this rude? Well, at least not as rude as sitting on it.]

I hope it's not bad I'm illogical. I don't try to be weird.

[iomnic]

[Better.]

Oh, please do not misunderstand. It is not bad. And I did not say you were weird.

[heroforhobby]

Aren't illogical things weird?

[iomnic]

Perhaps I should rephrase-

Is there a problem with being weird?

[heroforhobby]

Ahh...

[He looks into the sun, hugging the orb, appearing for all the world like he was a contemplative man. But then he sighed and shook his head.]

If I knew the answer to that, high school would been easier.

[iomnic]

I see.

[ Weird, to think that perhaps someone as strong as Saitama, was bullied in high school. Or, maybe not bullied. Ignored? Or perhaps, did he scare his fellow students unintentionally? A mystery- but not something he will press. ]

I do not think there is. I think it is the uniqueness of every human that is something my kind aspire to find within themselves. I think that it is amazing that humans, through simply existing, exude a type of individuality that is unique to your kind. You are unique, Saitama. And you are weird. This is exactly what you should be.