Sai

Don't call me Harbinger OPM RP Blog Villain Saitama

[undesirablesai]

graciieuse

Very well. Point taken.

“Danielle. Pleasure to meet you, Sai.”

Not really.

She looks over the destroyed tree and the crater, satisfied that he’s the right person. Wasn’t a game, though. He doesn’t look as strong as he is. Unassuming. Colour her surprised.

“Don’t suppose you want to invite me in for tea?”

Sai steps back, closes the door, and leans against the wall, facing Danielle. “Out here’s fine,” he says. 

He doesn’t need her bugging his place. He doesn’t need the HA listening to him. Watching him. Although...

Is she from the HA? They’re usually more subtle than this. 

But who else would dare approach the terrifying Harbinger? Who else would send someone so fucking tiny to do it for them? And alone? Where’s your team, anyway? Are you even carrying a weapon? 

Maybe they’ve figured out that weapons don’t work, though. Are they preying on his loneliness? Hoping a pretty face will get him to open the doors and let them inside? You fuckers would probably let me kill her, if you thought you could get me in a corner. 

He has to consciously unclench his jaw again. 

“I don’t get tea anyway,” he says. What would be the point? Why consume anything if he doesn’t need it to live or lose consciousness?

He frowns at her again. “So, alright. You found me. What do you want?”

[undesirablesai]

graciieuse

Charming.

Taking in the unsightly appearance of the man, she wonders how he could possibly be so strong. He’s lanky and ill-looking. But then, she is no one to speak– her appearance is no better.

And perhaps he just got out of bed given how long it took for him to answer the door. Or a bath? He looks wet.

A mess.

“I am looking for the one called ‘Harbinger,’ but it seems as if I have found the wrong place,” she says dully.

Cute, he thinks with a sour expression. Pretend to not believe it’s me so I have to prove myself to you. Show off or something. She’s not the first one to try it, but her acting is pretty good. And it’s might be worthwhile to pretend like he believes her. 

He downs the rest of his drink and sets his glass and the bottle on the floor, out of the way of the door. Then, slipping on a pair of shoes, he strides past her into the parking lot, surrounded on three sides by thick, dark forest. 

He finds a broad tree--at least three feet wide--and fixes his eyes on her with a bored expression, landing a tepid punch without looking. He can hear the tree splinter and rupture, leaving nothing but a small crater in the ground at his feet; and he can feel what’s essentially wood shavings flying through the air, a few pieces landing on his yukata. Making his way back to the door and picking them off, “Don’t call me Harbinger.”

Frowning a little more as he comes to stand beside her, “My name is Sai.”

[asoftwrongness]

[graciieuse]

@undesirablesai

A long trip to Japan is worth the prospect of witnessing their very own Harbinger first hand. Widowmaker is curious if all the stories are true, or if this caped villain is a sham. 

If not, then why hasn’t Talon looked into this before? An intriguing case that almost always paints him with the description ‘Strongest Man in the World’ should be attractive to them, shouldn’t it? 

Yet here she is on her own accord. 

She has her own reasons. Whatever she finds, she does not intend to share. This is to fulfill her own morbid curiosity and boredom. 

The translated news articles come to mind again… 

Killed two very public heroes… one of whom he was allegedly very close with. 

Right. 

Morbid curiosity. 

[undesirablesai]

Sai frowns, looking down from a bath tucked into the mountainside and watching a figure approaching his door. A woman, it looks like. And she seems...off, somehow. It’s hard to tell from this angle, though. 

He takes a drink from his glass and groans, rising to his feet and snatching up the bottle with his free hand as he climbs out of the bath. He sets everything down just long enough to dry off and put on a yukata, pouring another drink before he makes his way into the hall. And he’s pretty far from the front doors, but he’s not in a rush. She hadn’t looked like a hero. You’re probably with the HA, though, aren’t you? 

He takes another drink, climbing down the stairs. When are those fuckers going to leave me alone? He’s getting tired of the harassment. Although, really, he’s been tired of it. 

How many heroes do I have to kill before they get it? He realizes he’s clenching his jaw and he consciously relaxes it. Takes another drink. 

In the lobby, finally, he tucks the bottle between his elbow and side and uses his free hand to pull open one of the double doors. 

Blue.

Well, she’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen. 

She’s not even the weirdest thing he’s seen this week. 

Looking her up and down, “What do you want?”

[undesirablesai]

[darkesttrip]

Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.

André Malraux (via darkesttrip)

[falseknees]

I actually find this reassuring somehow

[undesirablesai]

zonbiman

Having fallen back after the fight, Zombieman allows the deep gash over his chest to heal in what he thinks is a private spot for the time being. He didn’t want to have the spectators surround him while he is like this. He did his job, and now he just wants to be left alone.

Unfortunately, he isn’t.

Just as he is about to dismiss the inquiring voice, he looks up. His response is immediate and visceral. His teeth are bared, and the adrenaline from his fight rushes over him anew.

Harbinger.

A pallid fist wraps around the handle of his axe, tightly.

Murderer.  

Spitting his cigarette onto the ground, he is now standing square, across from Harbinger. His blood-red eyes staring right back into the killer’s dull and soulless ones.

“Come to kill me too, prick?” he barks out. He sure as hell ain’t going down without a fight. He’s not afraid. Not if there’s the slightest chance he can bring down the villain with him.

Sai’s eyebrows raise and he shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “It’s not why I came, but I’d be happy to do it for you, if you want.” 

God, if someone could make that offer to him. Zombieman’s hand on his axe is...cute. It’s cute that he thinks an axe would do anything. Sai’s tried blades, of course. Swords, knives, axes, fucking construction equipment... Nothing works. The only thing that can so much as bruise or break his skin is himself. It’s why there’s a clean spot on his back. Right where he can’t reach. 

He smiles, looking Zombieman over. He looks so angry. Fucking furious. Sai knows he deserves it. That he deserves every ounce of hate and vitriol the heroes have for him. But what else could he do? He’d spent his whole life being stepped on, and when he’d finally demanded respect, he’d been attacked. Painted as a monster. 

Now he has respect. Or fear. Whatever. 

He wonders sometimes if it was the right choice. If he shouldn’t have just let the other heroes keep treating him like shit. If he should have just put up with the death threats and hate mail. If he should have just kept letting them walk all over him. 

Might have some goddamn friends. 

He could almost laugh. No. A guy like me doesn’t get friends, in any timeline. The closest thing he’d ever had was Genos, but he’d turned on Sai just like all the others. 

Anyway he doesn’t want friends anymore. He doesn’t even really care about respect. He just wants to be left the fuck alone while he drinks himself into oblivion. 

So why did I walk up to Zombieman? 

He isn’t sure. 

He turns to face his car again. “Or I can just take my shit and go home.”  Another shrug. “Your call.” 

[undesirablesai]

@zonbiman

The drive out had been long and annoying. There hadn’t been much traffic, at least. Well. Not in the direction he’d been going. The weird crab monster had been imposing enough to clear out half the city, leaving shops unattended and streets empty. The best way to get supplies without having to deal with a person. Not to mention he has no money. 

He’s wearing his villain outfit. Suit. Whatever. It’s really just his hero costume, dyed black and with a high collar. It had been a pain in the ass to attach, but on the rare occasion that he has to deal with a person, he doesn’t want them to see evidence of shit that’s none of their business. He doesn’t want them staring and wondering about him. He doesn’t want to be fucking pitied. 

He’d gone to get food first--just rice and frozen vegetables. Some miso paste. He doesn’t have the energy or patience for much else. And anyway, why the fuck should he waste his time cooking? It’s so much effort; and if he’s using anything more complicated than the rice cooker, he has to be sober for it, which makes it a non-starter. 

Most of the space in his car, though, is reserved for alcohol. The liquor store he’d picked is pretty well-stocked. He carries four cases of booze out at a time, stacking them in the trunk and the floorboards of the back seat. It’s not hard work, but it’s tedious. Boring. And since he’s driving, he has to be (mostly) sober for it. 

Whatever. At least I won’t have to do it again for a while. 

He shoves the last few boxes into the back seat and realizes he doesn’t hear any more fighting. It’s a little surprising, but it doesn’t really matter, he supposes. He’s ready to leave. 

As he closes the back door and trunk, though, he spots a familiar face approaching. Zombieman. Looking him up and down, Sai wonders if he should just drive away. If he should just take his shit and go. But...what would be the point of that? He’s going home and getting drunk either way. 

Making his way toward Zombieman, Sai says, “Did you kill it already?”

[undesirablesai]

what’s up party people! 

meet sai--a villain saitama who snapped under the ha’s bullshit and started killing heroes in addition to monsters, becoming a monster himself. 

alone and lonely, bored and despondent, alcoholic and addicted to self harm. 

an asshole.