[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ko9vKT2.png[/img][/center] [b][code]Zun - Airport.[/code][/b][hr] "Oi! You call this ramen?!" Yoko loudly shouted from on top of her perch on top of the wooden, red, cart with Japanese kanji engraved on it and [b][code]"HOT FRESH NOODLES"[/code][/b]. Yoko was sitting with her legs folded and a hot bowl of ramen in her hands as she tried to scoop some into her mouth. She had a very dissatisfied look on her face as she looked down at the Japanese man, almost as if he had insulted her entire bloodline. "Are you even Japanese? This tastes like an American made it!" Yoko said as she slammed the bowl down on top of the cart. "Miss, if you don't like it, well..." The Ramen-man said, "... Tough luck. No refunds." "No refunds?!" Yoko shouted as she hopped down, grabbing her stick in mid-air. "You expect people to eat a hot cup of piss and enjoy it?" "... Yes." "Do you know who I am?" Yoko said as she valiantly slammed one end of her staff on the ground and faced the man with a less than pleased look on her face. "Hatanaka Yoko! And I refuse to accept anything less than the best!" She proudly said before she put the stick in his face. "I want my money back!" Yoko shouted. "No-" Since the first words out of his mouth were not "Yes, ma'am", Yoko whacked him over the head with her stick. She held back a bit so she didn't, y'know, kill the guy, but a comical red bump formed on his head as he was knocked on his ass. She rested one end of her staff on the ground as she stood over top of him. "Next time, it's going straight up your ass!" Yoko shouted before she jabbed it in his face. "Give me my money!" "Okay, okay, I'll do it! Just don't hit me with that stick again!" He quickly scrambled back to his cart and handed her back her money. Yoko huffed as she turned her head and marched off towards the stadium, well she wanted to bulk up on some food before the tournament but looks like she just doesn't have the time. She just got off the plane and... It's been canceled. Yoko just had to smile at the news. She came here all the way from Japan for this damn tournament and it's been canceled. "... GOD DAMN IT!" Yoko shouted as she slammed one end of her staff onto the ground. "Oi, I drag my ass all the way here, and then they cancel it!" Even though her primary goal wasn't to fight in the tournament, she was also here to interrogate Nomads about the sword. She tracked it here from Japan, and God damn she wasn't going to leave until she got what she came for. She shook her head as she wondered where to even start. The room was full of Nomads, after all, one of them had to know something. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1cX0qR4.png[/img][/center] [b][code]Zun - Docks.[/code][/b][hr] "Hey, ma'am, what are you doing?!" A mere cargo ship with crate after crate was shaken when a massive motorcycle with a demon design came crashing through the sides of the ship. On top of it was the Oni Princess herself, holding on tightly to both handle-bars with sake at one hip and her club at the other. "Thanks for the ride boys!" Aiko shouted in mid-air as she looked back. "But I am exactly where I needed to be." The second the words left her lips, all that could be heard was the hellish sound of her motorcycle as she zipped away. Eventually making it to the streets of the nation. ... So this is Zun? Aiko heard a lot about it and apparently Daichi, her father, visited the place a few times. A nation for mythics would be perfect for the Oni clan, but her stubborn father is still holding onto a dead dream than moving onto somewhere they can actually prosper. But, she also heard that quite a lot of mythics hold a very poor opinion of the Oni Clan, and why move when you have your own land? Either way, Aiko liked the place, she could see herself spending some time here. But, Aiko was here for a reason; the sword. Aiko tracked the sword to this place, and she would definitely find it. Regardless of how many people she's gotta kill, human, mythic, in between, or beyond. She hit the gas pedal a bit, as she tried to speed towards the stadium. There was a huge tournament and if the sword was here, she would find the lead on it there. And maybe she can beat up some humans to show the superiority of the Oni clan. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/LHjZ3Vg.png[/img][/center] [b][code]Zun - A Bar.[/code][/b][hr] "Told ya'," Shayton said as he casually took sips out of his glass of orange juice over ice. There was a gang of various humans and mythics surrounding him, all wearing leather and biker gear. Holding baseball bats and other clubs as they growled at Shayton... who merely sat at the bar with his back to them. After he was done taking his sip, he said, "I killed you five minutes ago." "What?! Then why am I still standing?" The big brutish man said. "... Because you didn't look down." The man looked down... and realized there was a gaping hole in his chest. He coughed up blood as he keeled over. "Get him!" One of the men shouted as he swung his bat at Shayton, but the man's reflexes were on a whole 'nother level. Shayton disappeared into thin air and the next thing he knew, he was punched square in the face, knocked out in one blow. Shayton disappeared again, accompanied by wind, as he parried a baseball bat out of someone's hand and elbowed them in the face. He hit the ground and the gang looked directly at him. "Who the hell is this guy?!" A mook asked as Shayton dropped into the stance. Body sideways, legs shoulder width apart, and both hands like claws, one hand forward and the other hand back towards his face. "Shayton. The assassin." He answered his question. "Kill him!" They all shouted as they rushed Shayton, one swung a crowbar at him but Shayton dashed and shoved one of his partners in the way and he got a face full of metal and was knocked out. Shayton dashed towards another man and punched him in the jaw and quickly zipped around him faster than sight and sent him flying across the room into the table with a kick. One of the goons managed to get a punch of him though and he was sent stumbling backward... before Shayton disappeared and punched him square in the face. Someone tried to hit him over the head with a sledgehammer and Shayton grabbed the hammer and hit the man square the balls with the handle and he keeled over in pain as he grabbed his nuts. He fell down, Shayton used him as a stepping stool as he grabbed another mook by the face and dashed; slamming him head first into the wall before he dashed back across the room. The second to last mook was dispatched with a palm thrust that sent him out the window... and that left him the last man. Who was staring at Shayton, terrified as the man - no, the [i]assassin[/i] - stood with his hands in his pockets. Shayton looked up at the man before he shrugged. "Fight's over, kid. Go home." And the man complied by running out. Shayton sat back down at the bar and took a long sip of his orange juice... not showing a hint of emotion over the huge group of people lying around dead or unconscious or dying. The bartender was shivering as she watched the whole display... Shayton shook his head before he got up and fished through the pockets of the first man he killed. He pulled out a wad of money and... placed it in the bartender's tip jar. "Here's for the mess, so... mind giving me another glass," Shayton said and the bartender nervously shook her head and grabbed it for him. "... Yeeeeah, it's on the house." She said, and Shayton nodded his head as he went to drink it. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/KDAfwWY.png[/img][/center] [b][code]Zun - Airport.[/code][/b][hr] A tall figure stood against the wall wearing a brown trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat that hid their face when they tilted their head ever so slightly. When they raised their head, they revealed they were completely robotic, and a red light flashed for a moment before he lowered his head. Oh-One scanned everyone in the room for potential threats before he moved on. The tournament being canceled was very... unfortunate. As the only reason why he came to this nation was that he was searching for one of the Hundreds, who came to participate in the tournament. Oh-One was going to kill them any way he knew how, and then extract their data. However, with no tournament, it would be quite difficult to track them to one specific location. Oh-One adapts, however, and they will achieve all they came here for. And perhaps they'd achieve human emotion. For now, the machine merely waited. Watching the Nomads from a distance... they didn't consort with humans anyhow. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/byB7gDr.png[/img][/center] [b][code]Zun - Alleyway.[/code][/b][hr] In a dark alleyway, men pinned a woman to the wall with a knife to her throat. She loudly cried as they took her purse, but still held her against the wall. What more could she give them!? "Time for some fun!" "... Oh, you boys are looking for fun?" A feminine voice came from the shadows as a metallic dragging sound could be heard. Coming into sight was the massive frame of Marcia Santos, or how she went these days; Violet. She dragged her arms alongside the ground as she walked into sight with a grin on her face. "Well, you're definitely not going to find it from her... she has no curves." She pushed her breasts together as she said it. "Hey, lady, stay out of this." The man said as he drew a gun at her. "Before we hurt you." "Oh, well..." Violet shrugged as she dropped her arms to the ground. "... Well, I'll have fun with you, then!" She shouted maniacally as she extended her arm and grabbed the man by his top and her massive metal hands engulfed his upper body. She held him up in the air as he wildly thrashed and fired bullets into completely random directions as Violet charged him with electricity. He screamed as Violet dropped him to the ground, totally dead. "Fried 'im like chicken!" Violet shouted. "Who's next!? I have enough electricity for all of you!" The survivors looked at each other and realized this wasn't worth it and quickly left, and Violet walked over to the woman and looked down at her. "Thank... you..." The woman said. "Don't mention it, love!" Violet said, "I fight for the little man!" Violet paused for a moment. "... Woman, I mean, but I must be off." Violet's hand telescopically extended and she was flung to a different location. She ended up on a rooftop... after splitting off from Voyt, Violet decided to stick around in Zun for a little while. There were plenty of Nomads in Zun just waiting to be recruited to MIRAGE! And Violet was their best recruiter! Well, when you had a bod like hers, it was easy to get people to do what you want.