Out The Window. ( Open to all.)

Iggy was having a hard time adjusting to city life.

For one, he had forgotten to bring any extra clothes besides what he wore when he left home, and his gi. He was wearing the gi at present, since his other clothes had begun to smell. Secondly, he didn't have any money. This was a major oversight on his part, since he generally relied on money to acquire food, shelter, and other assorted luxuries. To put it bluntly, he felt like a bloody idiot. Literally bloody, in fact, since he was still healing from his injuries from the tournament, as attested by the sling holding his left arm immobile. And the neck brace. And all the assorted bandages. Honestly, he kind of looked like a mummy. A sad, slightly malnourished mummy.

More pressing than his aching bones, however, was the ravenous hunger. He hadn't eaten properly in days, though at least water was free. Usually. He trudged along the city streets, rubbing his stomach absently as it growled in protest. "I know, alright? I need food. But, you see, I don't have any food. You can see how that would be an issue when it comes to eating, yes?" Iggy's stomach declined to comment. Nevertheless, as fate would have it, Iggy's eye was caught by a bright light in the darkness. Er- well, actually it wasn't really any brighter than the streetlights. But I mean in a metaphorical sense, it was like a light in the darkness. A signal of salvation and the like, you see. Like a lighthouse, except instead of guiding incoming ships to safety, Iggy was fairly certain that this light's purpose was far less altruistic. It read "CAP'N GRAYBEARD'S SEA SHANTY PUB & GRUB" in flickering neon lettering. Some sort of theme restaurant, then. Well, it certainly looked cheap enough. Crossing the street, Iggy pushed open the shabby-looking wooden door and was greeted to the lively sounds of an empty bar. Well, mostly empty. There were a few people sitting at the bar, but at least half of them were either asleep or dead. Iggy preferred to believe that it was the former. Anyways, seating himself at the furthest end of the bar away from the other patrons he glanced up hopefully at the menu tacked up on the wall. Iggy was able to immediately check pretty much everything on the menu off of his list of options, except the onion rings and from what he could tell was some sort of low-quality beer. He opted for the onion rings, obviously.

While he waited, he took a tentative glance around at his surroundings, noting that the only real nautical-themed decoration was a rusty old ship's anchor half-heartedly mounted on a far wall. Not exactly an expert interior decorator, this "Cap'n Graybeard" fellow. Iggy continued to eagerly await his onion rings.

Kashu looked at the guy who just came into the bar out of no where. he started to look at him as his face looked like someone he had met. Kashu yelled at the man Hey you there!  He walked to the unknown man, and tried to get a closer look at him to just see if he looks alike someone he had met before.

Athren kept his head low as a couple of men passed by him to head to the glowing pub just down the street. Once they reached the pub they had entered the bright neon building and probably sat down for some alcoholic beverages.  Once again being left alone Athren raised his head up and began to look around the street. Not much had change from a few minutes ago.  The streets were boring and quite bear, except of course the exception of the pub with the activity.

Athren leaned there quietly as he debated on what to do next.

Okay, now the strange man had a baseball bat. This prompted Iggy to stand up and start backing slowly towards the door. "H-hey man, woah, calm down!" he stammered, unable to make out the slurred language of the inebriated figure before him. "I just wanted some onion rings!"

((in the interest of keeping this moving, I'm giving Iggy permission to god mod this bit(within reason), so that he can soar majestically out the window like he apparently wants to. Unless Kashu comes back you two can also continue without waiting for him, though leave it open ended enough that he can rejoin if/when he comes back around.

If there are any objections by all means get in contact with me and we can edit or remove any parts which cause issue.))

As Athren had stood outside he didn't expect anything to happen during this night. He was just about to leave until he heard the sound of the glass crashing. Of course he felt it too as the shards bounced off his built body.  That wasn't the only thing though a man had collided with him. Of course Athren didn't budge at all but that wasn't the point. He turned and looked down at the weak looking human on the pavement by his feet.

"You drunk or something?" He asked in a slightly annoyed voice as he reached down and grabbed the mans fighting gi. He would then lift the man up until he caught himself on his own feet. From the look of the human he didn't look like much of anything but he did look like he would be trying to be a fighter. Regardless, he just bumped into the wrong saiyan if he decided to get lippy. "Who the hell tossed you through the window? Or did you just trip through it you idiot?"  Athren didn't know the full situation, but what he did know was that the man went through the window. Now to know the cause of it all.