Hit Da Bricks!

Ah, a glorious day off for one of Orange Star’s esteemed staff— Desmond Soma. He had accrued a wealth of partially paid days off that he could use, and while he kept a decent sum aside for holidays and such, he had to at least indulge in a few days off here and there. Besides, it was part of his contract that he do so every now and then or else he would get an earful from the board of education and his mother in particular. Thank goodness he wasn’t stubborn on this front.

This region of Earth, the Southern Tropics— it was nice, and Kaiju Jungle was a place Desmond frequented, mostly to see how the wildlife was doing— and especially if it was a critter released back into the wild after being cared for at the wildlife reserve owned by his parents. But that was also technically something work related so he refrained from going to Kaiju Jungle for now. Ultimately, Desmond chose to take a gander at South City today.

After having purchased a locally exclusive soda flavor— Ultra-storm Thunder Hetap— in the largest possible can of an impressive one litre, Desmond made his way to a nearby park. For a while, he was undisturbed, content to sit down in the grass sipping his soda.

Unfortunately, the peace was eventually disturbed. Someone had come careening into the park, making a beeline for a nearby fountain, causing distress among the park-goers. Good grief. Desmond stood up, calling out to the crowd with a notable tone of firm authority, yet also kindness— and given his impressive height, he was quite hard to miss. “Worry not, citizens. I’ll be takin’ care’a this loopy youngin’!”

As luck would have it, some others were confident enough to step in. One of which seemed to know this fountain water guzzling whacko, and probably suffering from second hand embarrassment because of it... Oof. Both of them made good points, public fountain water was quite possibly among the worst water to drink. “You’re makin’ a right fool of yourself, you know.” Desmond stated bluntly to Yogu, before trying to fish the youth out of the fountain with one hand.

Desmond eyed the silly fountain water drinker with both disappointment and concern. This was no way to portray or handle oneself. Eventually however, Desmond simply set the guy down, albeit a tad firmly. Clearly, this kid, Yogu, had been through some shit. Figuratively, in order to look as badly dishevelled as he did, and literally since he dove into a public water fountain. In recalling the study on that, Desmond retrieved some high strength probably military grade super hand sanitizer from one of his pockets with the hand he didn’t use to fish Yogu out of the fountain. “Don’t worry about it.” Desmond looked over to the man that thanked him.

While making use of said hand sanitizer, Desmond listened to the youngster recount recent events. Kidnappers, the young man had mentioned as an off-hand comment. While the other two exchanged words— something to the effect of involving social services, whether or not that was really necessary remained to be seen— Desmond kept a keen eye on Yogu as he put the hand sanitizer away.

Desmond had a wealth of knowledge, both in handling various wildlife, some Kaiju, some not and handling his way around a social situation with youths— some would say there was hardly a difference between the two, really. He was a prominent and successful teacher at Orange Star for a reason either way. Desmond could tell if someone was fibbing, especially on a matter as serious as this. Still, there were better places to talk about such heavy things, and it was also best to do so in a better headspace. “Whatever the case may be, you’ll need to reassess yourself.” Desmond advised, in a measured tone.

The Saiyan introduced themselves as Dion. Perhaps this was the same guy as the owner of Dionos? He certainly looked the part from what Desmond had heard here and there. Dion offered refreshments, but Desmond simply put a hand up, shaking his head. “That won’t be necessary. I’ve got my own.” He explained, retrieving his own comically large soda can from what looked like a specially made holster on his belt with an in built lid to prevent spillage while on the go— as well as a gyroscopic adapter to minimize fizzing while on the go! Nifty! “I’m Desmond, by the way.”