[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjExNi4zMDQ2MDEuU205dVlYTWdUR0Z1WjJWeS4wAA,,/ferrum.extra-condensed.png[/img][/center] [hr]Zun - Airport Otsana ([@redbaron1234]), Clover ([@Gentlemanvaultboy])[hr] [color=598527]"Christ, what's taken y'so long Otsy,"[/color] murmured Jonas, reclining back in his seat, alternating between sipping between a cheap cup of coffee with the words McDonalds clearly plastered on the side, all while reading some laminated documents. He could only sift through them so many times as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow before tactfully storing the pages away before taking another sip and sputtered a couple of curses to himself before hunching over, rapping and tapping against the lips of the plastic cup. It didn't really seem like he was fazed whatsoever, keeping a sense of cool and calm, even as the cacophony of yells, screams, and jeers emanating from the crowd of pissed off nomads continued set the ambience for this part of the airport. He let his eyes drift elsewhere... preferably to the skinless and much more bony compadre sitting across from him, scribbling furiously into a notebook. Clicking the roof of his mouth, he leaned to the side, nudging the arm of the skeleton before snapping into a finger gun and pointing directly at the gaggle of Nomads. [color=598527]"Say, it's a damn shame that the tournament was canceled, aye?"[/color] He gave the skeleton an easygoing, almost lazy smile, waiting for an answer... ... that never really came. It was less impatience and more that he expected some form of answer, but that smile did eventually began to dwindle before he exasperatedly shook his head. This man was way to invested in his work, that's what he could pick up for the past minute studying him... especially his ki... ... which was located under the seat with numerous other notebooks. [color=598527]"So much for that,"[/color] he murmured, leaning back towards his seat and out of the Mystic's personal space as he swirled his coffee cup. He leaned back, taking one quick glance towards the cargo terminal before taking one swift swig. [color=598527][i]"... hm, might as well get a head start on what I really came here for,"[/i][/color] he thought to himself, finishing off the rest of the coffee before whipping his head around in search for the nearest trashcan. Upon spotting it, he ascended and quickly tossed it into the bin, but all while squinting at the crowd, sizing everyone up and down. Honestly, it was a bit inconvenient that everyone was clustered together as he not only sized them up physically, but got a good whiff of their ki levels. Jonas, upon completing this mundane task went onto another, returning to his former seat, all while repeating what could be mistaken for people watching. Of course, during this time, he began to head back to his seat, only to stop midway there to identify the Nomad who was trying to cause a ruckus, trying to figure out what she was up to, taking an obscene amount of time trying to dissect what her intentions were before rolling his eyes and just heading back to his seat. [color=598527][i]"Just... really? You're trying to provoke people into starting a fight with a coup on the horizon."[/i][/color] Those were his only thoughts as he plopped back down into the comfy airport chair. Honestly, the only people of interest at this point was the roughneck rabblerouser, guy in a trench coat #1 with an abundance of ki chatting with a young fella' who only seemed to be on the radar for Jonas due to his [i]unequally[/i] low amount of ki, a cross between a bunny girl and bartender who took a bunch of pamphlets, some random jackass who looked like a cross between a knight and a cybernetic enforcer who got lost on their way to a Shadowrun convention, a woman with similar Machiavellian gaze as him, and guy(?) in a trench coat #2 with no ki... yeah, he wasn't gonna bother with that one, especially with a prior encounter with a person known as... Jeremy. A chill shot down his spine; yeah, that was a unique encounter alright. [color=598527]"I'm never trusting any Jeremy's I come across again,"[/color] he uttered to no one in particular before let out a small chuckle as he continued to lounge around in his chair, whipping out his cell phone and began punching away at the keypads. [quote][b]Otsana[/b] [b]|[/b]Alright then, leave no witnesses then![b]|[/b] [right][b]Jonas[/b] [b]|[/b]NO! Otsy, just because this is a stealth mission doesn't mean leave no witnesses.[b]|[/b] [b]|[/b]Otsy?[b]|[/b] [hr] [b]Jonas[/b] [b]|[/b]Welp, tourney is canceled, so much for our time off.[b]|[/b] [b]|[/b]I'm gonna grab some pamphlets; we might as well make the most of this before a coup eventually starts.[b]|[/b] [b]|[/b]Also, gonna grab some food, I'm kinda hungry; will be outside, want anything in particular?[b]|[/b][/right][/quote] Exhaling, the doctor rose up, pocketing the phone before heading over to the help kiosks and swiped a couple of pamphlets, stuffing them away into his bag. His stomach growled a bit as he trudged on by nomads, mystics, and other alike, not bothering to give them the time of day. It wasn't even a minute before he was outside, taking in the atmosphere of the area, watching different people engage with each other, ranging from a centaur purchasing some food from a djinn to a human chatting with a trio of pixies. The airport was bustling, but there were some ordinary sights that stood out... especially when he ki sensed. And from the looks of it, someone had assaulted one of the vendors, causing him to squint and scrutinize the scene before looking over and noticing that same bunny girl from earlier... hmm... [color=598527]"... hoo, I'm guessing you didn't expect one of your co-workers t'get assaulted so early, huh,"[/color] he spoke up, approaching the much shorter lady, pointing his hand directly at the recovering vendor.