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[color=LightSkyBlue]"Oh. Sorry,"[/color] Calvin lowered his hand, embarassed.

“You are correct, of course, I am a Nomad, as well," The blind woman began, "I had the misfortune of arriving late, however, and missed registration by a few hours. I did not get a chance to observe the preliminaries or the first round, nor even the hubbub out side.” She nudged the man lying prone in front of her, who Calvin had suddenly noticed, and frowned. “So far, the only chance to exercise I have gotten were these two pigs, and it was barely worth moving for.”

She tried zeroing her face on Calvin. “You say you were beaten by a man with missiles? That seems...” Her frown deepened. “That seems very wrong. Where you eliminated fairly, or by some dishonourable trick?” Her fingers tightened into a fist. “Martial arts may have had to adapt to modern times, but to bring such things into the sacred battle grounds of the ring! I should very much like to meet this man."

Calvin rubbed the back of his head. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Well, some folks just prefer to use guns and stuff rather than fists, or even a weapon. But as far as the rules are concerned, as long as you can use Ki, you're golden. Kind of lame, if you ask me. If you want to see the guy, he should appear in one of those arena's down there shortly"[/color]. Her head cocked to one side. “You were in the fights, though. This means you are good enough to survive the preliminaries. You must be proud, that is a very good accomplishment, especially given what I can sense running around here. What styles do you use?” Calvin's face deflated. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Well, I dabbled in Karate for a little bit, but didn't stick around for anything besides a little over a punch or kick. I mostly just use my own techniques, that I picked up from fighting Walruses back home. But if you're disappointed with how little you had to fight so far, how 'bout you and I practice outside?"[/color]

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Rod sat down in the big cushy chair The Boss once sat in-- The dozen of workers constantly making sure Jeremy had control over SYM-04 hardly phased by the shift of power. He leaned back with his feet up on the desk, talking on a cell phone.

[color=SlateBlue]"We scanned the room up and down, it's not in here."[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"Nope, security showed that he hasn't left this motel room since the a day before The Tournament started. Well, until he got detained, anyway"[/color].

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[color=SlateBlue]"Oh shit, really? Yeah yeah, I can totally take his place. I've been studying this shit. Shouldn't be too hard either for the next few hours; Jeremy already won his second match. Not bad for an above average Gladiator-Model."[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"Still can't find him? But we have camera's stationed on all ways in and out of Rio. If you can't find him now, he might as well be Carmen San Diego"[/color].

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Rod whistled in impression. [color=SlateBlue]"Well that's one way to solve the problem. Which one?"[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"Commando? Not a bad choice. If I could choose, I'd-- Okay okay, geeze. Just my thoughts. How long to bring that trick-pony out?"[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"Three days, huh. Well, we can keep our eyes out for him until then. Love you too; Kisses!"[/color]

Rod hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket.

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