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[b]Zun - Zamidawar International Airport[/b]
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Ivory? Rich? Please. If only Horizon actually paid her. 

"Honestly this dress is probably the most expensive thing I own. I'm not much of a rainmaker. I actually came here with Special Permission." 

Ivory flashed the girl her pass, which had her picture, her name [i]Ivory Navella[/i], and occupation, listed as "researcher".

"I'm here from Horizon Frontiers. Originally I was sent to collect data by watching the fight. Or at least I was supposed to. Now that the tournament's cancelled I'm stranded here until my boss can figure out how to make the trip worth it." Ivory explained in a hush. While that seemed like controversial information to flat out expose, there were actually several barriers to it. First off, Horizon Frontiers was no unusual group to be at a fighting tournament. Their (at least surface) goal to observe biology and cybernetics made displays of human skill  a must, and often Nomadic abilities required first-hand view to study indently. The same went for cybernetically powered Nomads, which were often a common appearance, especially at the World Warriors Tournament. 
	Plus, by technicality Ivory [i]was[/i] an employee at Horizon Frontiers' surface. Though her usual job included detaining and kidnapping Nomads for experimentation and production of Symbiotes, any official records would just read "intern". 

"Honestly most of the actual World Warriors Tournament being a blowout was a yearly disappointment. Now it's not happening at [i]all[/i]."

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[b]Zun Docks[/b]
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[color=LightSkyBlue]"Thank you!"[/color] Calvin thanked the corn dog stand guy. It might've been the last of his 5 bucks, but it was a worthy sacrifice. Plus it was crumb to the fortune he spent getting here, to Zun, the capital in Nomad Culture. 

It might've been a real stretch to get here with only 200 dollars; taking a ramshackle plane, riding a leaky ship, even stowing away on a train. All without any food! Well, good food anyway. But it was the perfect place to perfect his grandfather's style, and the perfect time. With the coming of the World Warrior Tournament this Nomad Haven would become a Nomad [i]Hive[/i]. Even outside of the tournament there'd be Nomad enthusiasts coming to celebrate, probably looking to fight other people coming to fight. Probably like seeing kids at Fifa playing soccer with each other. Same energy.

Anticipating that, Calvin made every expense to travel straight to the country of Zun by the time the World Warrior Tournament rolled around. It took the little money he had, and a fair bit of danger, but now he was here and [i]goddamn it the Tournament was cancelled?![/i]

Calvin saw it on a display television. All of them. Even ones on different channels. All over the news, local or international, the World Warriors Tournament was cancelled, and Calvin just wasted all his money for nothing. Well... At least he had a corn dog, still. 

Or at least he [i]did[/i]. As he sulked off into the streets, he just narrowly noticed a speeding bike heading straight towards him. It had a demonic design to it, and showed no sign of veering out of the way or slowing down. The Canadian Walrus-Puncher only had several seconds to mentally yank himself back onto the sidewalk, causing him to bump into a pole and drop his corn dog. He looked on more in horror to his fatal mistake than he did at nearly being run over by a psycho on a bike. For a moment or so.

Calvin turned back to the biker, calling [color=LightSkyBlue]"Hey! Watch where you're going you psycho!"[/color] while shaking his gloved fist.