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Who: A mysterious masked hero, and you!
When: Throughout the month, honestly!
Where: Polgar and Blanc
What: The mysterious masked hero takes on Who's Naughty? Who's Nice? and also messes around in the festivities.
Rating: Extremely Silly

Destroy Bad Heroism

[ Anyone looking into the black market sale of stolen gifts may very well find their investigation interrupted by the sound of laughter from above. ]

HAHAHA!

[ If they should look up, who could it possibly be but the ~~Savior of Orleans~~ ~~Weird Bird Cutting Man~~ Tsubame Gaeshi Person? But of course, it's not that SAMURAI, for when prompted for a name by the Zeroes at hand, he so answers: ]

My name is Island Mask, and even if God and Buddha may forgive you, you won't find me so accommodating!

[ What's a "Buddha?" The question lingers in the air among those who have never encountered that particular religion, but there's little time to consider it as Island Mask leaps from the rooftop and lands on top of a table filled with stolen gifts, sending them scattering in every direction! ]

But let it never be said that I'm not a fair man! I'll give you all up to the count of three to prepare yourselves!

[ What even? ]

REGEND OF THE SAMURAI

Mmm, I could definitely get used to this land. Nature in every direction, surrounded by beautiful women, and a penchant for battle.

[ "Before we fight, let us make merry in the name of Gladia!" So the queen had declared, but really, for certain parts of the population, is there a difference? Not for ~~Sasaki Kojirou~~ Island Mask, who has decided that he couldn't possibly wait until the games begin proper and has joined every single minor tournament and brawl he could find.

And so he stands atop a crowd of crumpled bodies, sword over his shoulder, obviously rather pleased with himself despite the mask covering most of his features. ]

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[Sometimes a man just needs to protect his identity, Steve gets that. Not that he doesn't have plenty of questions for the guy. There hasn't been a dull thing about him since he leaped down from the rooftop. But Steve's gotten to know all types.

He takes a step closer, ready for the count of three and whatever it brings. What it brings first is one of the bolder punks deciding to take this opportunity to hit them with a little surprise magic attack. In response, Steve lifts and swings his bat at it. He's still not the best at using magic himself, but he's getting pretty good at using his new weapon to send it back to those who do.]

I think they just gave up their rights to that head start.

I can hardly argue with struggling to the end, even when it is unseemly, but this seems more like a painful form of giving up than anything.

[ ~~Kojirou~~Island Mask muses slightly on the issue. Surely they could at least spend the entire three seconds charging? That would guarantee a higher chance of victory, at least. Well, it would still be a fraction of a percentage in the end, but... ]

Still, it would be rude not to respond in kind.

[ The Knight swings his sword, sending a blade of lightning at the punks, a fine one-two punch after Steve threw their spell back at them. ]

[Steve's ma certainly didn't raise him to be rude, so he's willing to follow his new friend's lead here. The lightening attack follow-up gets his eyebrows to lift.]

That was impressive. [It's hard to feel sorry for thieves, especially when they missed their chance to turn tail and run.] Were you trained with the sword before you came here?

[Based on how things are going, Steve's pretty sure that they can carry on a conversation and wrap these guys up at the same time.]

I certainly trained in the sword. [ It's a bit of a non-answer to Steve's question, because the yes or no answer wouldn't have been useful.

He never did have a formal teacher in swordplay. The man he called master taught him much, but nothing about the sword itself. That he picked up by himself. ]

This technique however, I learnt here. I did not quite have the talent for magic at home.

[ There were magi, he just wasn't one of them. But here, apparently he could leverage his physical talents into mastering magical ones. Thanks, Pigeonsblood! ]

I would ask the same of you, but a club like that doesn't lend itself to formal training. You must simply have fought many battles.

[ Experience is the best teacher, or somethin. ]

I've seen a few.

[More than he cares to think about sometimes. And yet there's always that little voice that asks Steve what he would do if there were no fights to fight. Get pulled into another world to fight theirs, maybe? He keeps his eyes on the Zeroes as he steps forward. Most of them have hit the dirt, but he's not sure if they're really unconscious or not.]

That makes two of us. [Steve smiles at him, holding the bat up.] I did used to dream about playing for the Dodgers when I was a kid. [Before they broke his heart and moved to Los Angeles.] So I've had a little practice with a baseball bat.

Dodgers. It's a name I have not heard before, but it seems like if they were named for their ability to dodge, they would have little need for hitting balls.

[ He's vaguely familiar with baseball, thanks to being summoned in the modern era, but don't ask him anything about team names, or even the precise rules of the game. ]

But it seems to have served you well, so there's no more I can say on that matter. Shall we hand these ruffians over to the constables?

[It's a subject that Steve knows not to get started on. Baseball is something that he loves, one of the few threads that connects his present to his past. But he can ramble on about it. So he just offers the other a crooked smile and nods at his suggestion.]

The rest of your day will probably be pretty quiet. I'm sure the name "Island Mask" has gotten around by now.

Ah, the calibre of the men here isn't very high, then.

[ Island Mask frowns a little, but eventually just shrugs and shakes his head a little. ]

In my life, when a strong opponent made himself known, all who took pride in their sword would rush to challenge them. Surely there must be some men of value amongst these ruffians.

[ Okay but martial artists are weirdos. ]

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