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[b][code]Zun - Airport Cafe.[/code][/b]
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Amongst the high-pitched complaints that erupted from the crowd, the calm and collective Calistrophous only muttered a brief and tired sigh. Carrying his luggage, he found a simple Korean-styled cafe located within the building and proceeded to settle down while grab himself a green tea in the process. There the lizardman sat in utter silence as he picked up a newspaper and sipped on his drink He too was quite disappointed at the news that broke out, as was everyone else, but he did sense that something didn't feel right prior to this. 

Could it be a gut-feeling that stirred within his stomach? Or perhaps... something more?

He had heard news dripping down from international television and word-of-mouth of chaotic activity going on across the world. From the rambunctious activities of terrorists, to the silence of shady corporations, the world was in a place of absolute imbalance. And in this area, public chaos ruled supreme. Many believed it was corruption acting at its most nefarious, while some simply shrugged it off. For Callus - being in what would've been his fifth annual tournament in a row - he didn't quite mind that much. 

He ought to make his time worth it here in the meantime, as he compliments on what he ought to do next and watches the world fly past him.


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[b][code]Zun - Bar. | Notable Mention: [@Ruler Inc] Shayton[/code][/b]
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A rough grumble was all Aleks muttered as he took a gulp of his glass of hard vodka. The brutal stinging sensation filled his entire mouth and gullet as he set his glass back on the counter with a clanking thud. He cared not for the fact that the nomad tournament had been canceled. He didn't even take a flight over here in the first place - rather he had stationed himself here since he arrived from that damn portal. However, he would be lying to himself if he wasn't at least a bit curious about what it was all about. From the little he had heard, it was some famous martial arts fighting championship that acts as a annual hub for nomads of all shapes of life to congregate and flex their strength towards one another.

But now that it's canceled... [i]"Ой блять"[/i] there's gonna be hell to pay.

Another swig later and Aleks found his glass completely dry. He growled softly before calling over the nearest bartender with a wave of his hand.

[color=f7941d][b]"Эй,"[/b][/color] the muscular man called over in a thick slavic accent as he slapped another bronze-colored voin on the deck, [color=f7941d][b]"Pass me another shot of водка, would you mind?"[/b][/color]

The bartender seemed somewhat intimidated by his stature at first - clearly not the same person who passed him the first drink - but quickly acknowledged his request. He filled up the cup with another shot of the same vodka and quickly gave it to him.

[color=f7941d][b]"Спасибо,"[/b][/color] Aleks responded naturally before repeating in their native tongue bluntly, [color=f7941d][b]"Thank you."[/b][/color]

Then he gave another sip of his drink as he extinguished his senses briefly to savor the flavor of this fine beverage. As soon as he finished his shot, he heard the angry voices of gruff men coming from near the entrance of the bar three seats away. Aleks turned his head to see a biker-group of some kind surround what appeared to be a middle-aged black man. Yet as he looked closely at the brutish man talking to the guy, he saw a gaping hole in his chest.

[i]"О, дерьмо, посмотри на это."[/i] Aleks thought briefly before all hell went loose.

The gang soon proceeded to engage with the afro-haired man, however with the latter taking the upper hand with surprising efficiency - disappearing in and out as if flowing with the wind as he quickly began dispatching them one by one. The russian soldier chuckled slightly at this somewhat comically astonishing sight, yet refused to engage in battle. He figured this guy had everything under control.

[i]"Who the hell is this guy?!"[/i] one of the mooks yelled in absolute confusion.

That was another question that entered Aleks' mind as he watched the gang got absolutely demolished by their so-called quarry. He could visually hear their bones snapping, nuts cracking, teeth shattering, and their bodies thrown all over the place like mere ragdolls. And when all was settled, the remaining member was told to leave as he high-tailed out of there faster than a deer fleeing from a ravenous bear. With that set and done, the man tipped the bartender as he ordered another glass of his drink - kindly provided on the house by the kind lady in the back.

Aleks remained silent while glancing over at the afro-man. Nothing was better then witnessing a good ole' fist fight in the middle of the bar and man was it entertaining. But he was also incredibly impressed in how he handled the entire fight. He had to be one of those ki-users right? 

He hounded the rest of his vodka before moving a seat closer to the fighter and turning his head towards him.

[color=f7941d][b]"Oi Афро-chelovek,"[/b][/color] the bearded Russian called over in Russian, [color=f7941d][b]"You did good in beating those lot. Consider me impressed."[/b][/color]

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[b][code]Zun - Hotel.[/code][/b]
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[b][color=6ecff6]"AWWWWW, FUCK THIS!"[/color][/b] 

Akhult found himself spitting out a glass of reddish-brown Tiki-Cola out of his blowhole as soon as he heard the most unfortunate news. The 2 liter plastic bottle in his hand crunched instantly with the force of a miniature hydraullic press as he proceeded to throw it across the crummy room he rented. Everything that had been leading up to this was immediately silenced - all that hard work was put in vain for the grand total of nothing. The fuming whale beast stomped around his tiny living room space before immediately putting on his communication beat to his ear.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Oi boss,"[/color][/b] Akhult's voice resonated deeply into the mic, [b][color=6ecff6]"Can ya guess the fuck what happened over 'ere?"[/color][/b]

[b][i][color=f9ad81]"Yes."[/color][/i][/b] the voice from the other side slickly and calmly replied, [b][i][color=f9ad81]"We're watching everything unfold as we speak. A real shame that our luck had turned over at the worse time possible."[/color][/i][/b]

[b][color=6ecff6]"I thought the techies were on this whole noise!"[/color][/b] the whale beast growled as his fists continued to strengthen.

[b][i][color=f9ad81]"You already know that our best are in China ready to rob the largest Bitcoin™ digi-bank in the country,"[/color][/i][/b] the boss continued explaining, [b][i][color=f9ad81]"And even if they were here, they too wouldn't have any clue as whether this was happening or not. This info came completely out of left field."[/color][/i][/b]

[b][color=6ecff6]"I betta hope you weren't settin' me up on this, Boss,"[/color][/b] Akhult warned with venom in his voice, [b][color=6ecff6]"I was ready to win and get at it [u]BIG[/u]! But now that this operation is a total bust, ya'll better give my damn money for those damn travelin' expenses. They ain't fuckin' cheap ya know!"[/color][/b]

[b][i][color=f9ad81]"Whoa, whoa - now just hold on a second Aku,"[/color][/i][/b] the Boss answered as his tone began to rise, [b][i][color=f9ad81]"We know what the deal is - and a deal is a deal - but that doesn't mean the job ends here. Not yet anyways."[/color][/i][/b]

[b][color=6ecff6]"Waddya mean, not yet?"[/color][/b] Akhult asked, [b][color=6ecff6]"I don't suppose ya'll have a "Plan B" up 'ere for this exact predicament?"[/color][/b]

[b][i][color=f9ad81]"That's exactly what we're trying to figure out,"[/color][/i][/b] the man on the other side affirmed, [b][i][color=f9ad81]"Tell ya what. Stick here for the time being until we can figure out our next move. In the meantime, you might wanna do some make-shift reconnaissance and see if you can figure out the reason of the tournament's cancellation. Once we know what our next objective ought to be, we'll contact you. And I promise you'll get your money's worth at the end. Sound good?"[/color][/i][/b]

The orcaoid uttered a frustrated groan before finally affirming with him.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Fine,"[/color][/b] Akhult responded reluctantly, [b][color=6ecff6]"Just make it quick, Boss, I don't have all damn day."[/color][/b]

With that he proceeded to turn off the device and stormed out of his hotel room. Everyone in his way made sure to leave the big guy plenty of space as Akhult thundered down the slummy hotel and onto the streets. The whale would then tighten his jacket and tip down his fedora as he concealed himself with the crowd. He's going to get to the bottom of this nonsensical debacle one way or the other. 

For money called beyond the horizon...