[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmNlYjE5Ny5TWFp2Y25rZ1RtRjJaV3hoLjEA/standaris.regular.png[/img][/center] [b]Zun[/b] [hr] Amongst the small sea of groans, shouts, and even overtly threatening displays of Ki, Ivory only had a look of annoyance and spite on her hawk-like face. She silently excused herself from the small rabble of disgruntled Nomads & fighting enthusiasts, slowly backing out from the group, which she already stood towards the back of. Once she made certain that she drew no attention to herself, she turned around and left. To even the faintest awareness that she was caught in, she'd probably just look like some diva who pouted off in disappointment. But once she was alone, she rounded the corner into the empty hallway. Making sure nobody around was listening, she pulled her watch close to her face, checking warily that she wasn't being listened into. Yet even then she only mumbled, cautious to every noise she made. Even airport security looked straight over her, assuming her some foreigner tinkering with a broken watch. "This is Ivory. Change of plans, the Tournament is cancelled. It's already been announced? I see. It'd be foolish to assume it wouldn't already be a world-wide controversy by now." Ivory communicated with the watch, which only let back a series of high beeps and low boops, which Ivory memorized the chart to translate properly in her head. "In either case, the plan we've worked so hard on is completely out the window, right? Perfect." Ivory sighed to herself, before the watch continued it's beeping. "New Plan? Alright, I'll await further instructions depending on how the situation unfolds. Until then I'll just try to blend in. Roger that." The watch let out a third sound, a high pitched [i]zip[/i] noise. Ivory couldn't help but smile to herself at that. Just as unhumoring as she left, Ivory strolled back to the crowd silently. For all they knew she just went to use the lady's room. But by then, the WMAF representative ran off in terror at the crowd of the brawlers unrest, going as far as to shove over an innocent news lady-- May Armstrong, Ivory recognized. So for all intents and purposes compared to the other Nomads, Ivory's [i]actual[/i] reaction to the cancellation of the tournament was just her pouting with an annoyed expression. [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjExNi40MDJmNzQuVW05a0lFeHBaMmgwYm1sdVp3LCwuMAAA/bad-skizoff.regular.png[/img][/center] [b]Zun[/b] [hr] Rod tried to maintain an ironclad expression to the same news that angered the rest of the crowd of Nomads and wannabe fighters, but any untrained eye could see the frustration and disappointment that boiled beneath his sunglasses. He tried lighting a cigar hoping it would make him look less 'scowly', but all the thirty second drag do was make him look [i]really[/i] pissed, especially when he wheezed the smoke back out of his mouth through grit teeth. Internally, though? Fuck all of this, he thought. He flew [i]all the way[/i] out here with actual [i]reason[/i] to, unlike the crowd of wannabes that he was forced to fly in with that hadn't actually been invited to the tournament, just to be told "Sorry. That big tournament you spent weeks getting ready for while making merchandise and promo-material isn't actually real. We just wanted to waste your time and money, and because time [i]is[/i] money we're really just wasting more money and kicking you right in the nuts. Have fun in a country that You didn't even read about until this morning!~" But, as he came to understand, not everything had to go to plan. There were still plenty of ways to make a quick buck and make yourself look good doing it. He'd give this place [i]one day[/i] to make it worth his time. That's as much time any place needs to make a good impression.