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[b]Zun Docks[/b] [@Ruler Inc]
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[color=LightSkyBlue]"I said Watch Where Your Going!"[/color] Calvin repeated in a louder voice. Was her motorcycle really so loud she couldn't hear what someone shouted at her from only a few feet away? 

[color=LightSkyBlue]"You made me drop my sausage! That was all the money I had left!"[/color] Calvin explained, yelling. Not out of rage or frustration, but because he thought Aiko couldn't hear him. Meanwhile the ramp he erected over himself began to crackle, falling apart and melting. 

Unfortunately for the Canadian Nomad, he had no idea of the magnitude of the situation he put himself in. Various passerby began to gather around him, the Oni Princess, and the space between them, either out of concern curiosity, or just excited to see a fight after the World Warriors Tournament was disappointingly cancelled. Perhaps all three, for some people. The crowd began to egg them on, murmur amongst themselves, even pulling out their phones and cameras to record what was about to go down. All Calvin really saw was a bunch of people suddenly appear, still oblivious to who he just accidentally provoked.

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[b]Zun Airport[/b] [@Savo]
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Rod held his phone to his ear, talking with his Staff on what to do next.

"What about an autograph signing? We can always throw those up out of nowhere in case of an emergency like this?" 

[color=SlateBlue]"No, I already spent the better of five hours flying out here. I'm not gonna sit around for eight more writing the same squiggly line over and over again."[/color]

"What about an interview or two? We could probably set you up with one of the talkshows down--"

[color=SlateBlue]"Also no. I don't have any patience for sitting around saying 'yup' or giving out some fake answers every two seconds. Also, might need to give it a bit of time for public questions given the incident in Hong Kong with that Donkey."[/color]

Rod heard an audible sigh from the other end. "We'll... Keep thinking of something, then." 

Just as Rod pulled the phone from his ear and hung up some bitch shoved into him, causing him to drop it and break the screen. Rod turned to face them in disbelief, expecting some sort of apology, recognition to who he was, just [i]something[/i]. But nope, the complete thot just shoved past him like everyone else here, not even so much as mumbling "sorry" for breaking his new iPhone Glass. 

[color=SlateBlue]"Hey! Watch where the hell you're going!"[/color] Rod called after her, picking up what remained of his shattered glass phone.

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[b]Zun Airport[/b] [@Anza]
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Ivory faked a frown. Underneath it she felt exhilirated at the idea.

"I mean that certainly is a factor, but without an official tournament to sanction it the fights might get... violent. It's a cocktail for disaster when a large group of the world's strongest warriors with hair-triggered tempers are suddenly told that their fighting buffet is cut off." She analyzed, placing her finger against her cheek.

"I honestly wouldn't call it far fetched for the "Dynamite" Nomads hulking out behind the scenes to cause severe damage to the country if things fall out of hand. It's already well documented how destructive fights between Nomads can be. The whole point of the World Warriors Tournament was for them to all fight each other in one spot without dragging bystanders into their destructive fights. You take the strongest fighters in the world, have them all in one spot, in the country with the highest involvement with Nomad Culture, it might not turn out too well..." 

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