[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjE0Mi43NTAwMDQuUzJGMGMzVnZJRXRsZEhOMVpXdHAuMgAA/still-time.regular.png[/img][/center][hr]Z[b]un - Airport Jill, Jasmine ([@Kamen Evie]), Yoko ([@Ruler Inc])[/b][hr] Tch, you really had to be friggin' kidding! A lone young man leaned on one of the tuscan pillars dotting the area around the airport, more so on the cream-colored porcelain floor, leading paths from the front entrance of the airport all the way to the smooth marble check in booths, security, the myriads of restaurants and souvenir shops and so on. The bustling of people and Nomads, humans and mystic alike trot through the airport as groups and mobs of people shuffle through, more so taking a wide berth over the congregating masses of Nomads demanding answers from the agitated WMAF representative before telling most of them off and scurrying away. The hero couldn't help but scoff and look up, raising an eyebrow as he sneered with contemptuous arrogance, rapping the side of his shoulder with the rhythmic tapping of his fingers. Katsuo, the Legend to Be could not believe such a preposterous statement. Canceling World Warriors? He could never, ever believe such a thing could happen!... well, outside of that whole pee tape scandal a few years ago... and, uh, a couple of other... things. Ahem! Regardless, he could only ponder unimaginable wonders, so important that a dull oafs mind could not comprehend the importance of it all? Like 'fuck, I blew most of my money getting here' or the classic 'wait, am I missing a new episode of Justice Riders, or is today rerun day.' Truly inspiratory things that our Hero needed to think of when pertaining to his destiny! Speaking of destiny, Justice Riders, and money, he spied with a larger than life eye a lovely blonde cowgirl with a stunning face, a red scarf, hell, she looked almost identical to the newest, equally beautiful Justice Rider Jill Breicen! ... [i]wait, WAIT, [b]WAIT.[/b][/i] That [i]is[/i] Jill Breicen! And possibly a... friend, fan, relative, whoever hanging around her with some weird, chubby black blob with wings that no way in [i]hell[/i] could pass for a bat unless trying to frighten some kids on Halloween that was hovering by said person. What could he do? Should he approach her and ask for an autograph? Ah, fuck, he didn't have pen, paper, or anything! Could he approach her and say, 'holy shit, you're Jill Breicen, the newest Justice Rider," and segue into talking about her episodes, like that one time where she bitchslapped some creepy clown with no legs and a million limbs with her motorcycle? Ooh, ooh, maybe talk about her trusty sidekick Pitstop and how he saved her that one time from some redneck Crocodile hick by [i]running it the fuck over with her Motorcycle[/i] before she promptly kicked it into oblivion (followed by a rad explosion). ... hnng, no, he would probably just look like an overly enthusiastic fan instead of a local connoisseur who takes notes of violent displays of combat. He had to play it [i]cool.[/i] Calm. Suave. Needing to look like he didn't give two shit about looking at explosions. ... maybe he could impress her and he could end up working along side her as her lancer before ultimately becoming an anti-hero slash rival half way into the season, setting up some drama for the both of them when we ultimately have to clash again! And he would be on TV! But there was no way in hell that was happening... Unless... "A-hem!" The proper opportunity arose! How about that? Our hero was alert, keen for any sights of trouble as he spotted what look to be a Japanese girl with a staff and... magnanimous ass... real talk me, why the [i]hell[/i] is she wearing a black and yellow leotard? She isn't one of those fetishy type of people, was she? Eh, whatever, this little discourse provide our hero of legends with a (hopefully balanced and somewhat fair) proper challenge! Utilizing the momentum, Katsuo lurched coolly off the wall, not at all imbalanced by the giant slab of crimson, wrought iron(?) metal that could probably put Gut's Dragon Slayer to shame... maybe, he considered that he might be overselling the size of his blade that much, but it didn't matter. That arrogant sneer was replaced with a confident smirk that seemed to radiate an aura of arrogance as he swaggered towards the Justice Riders and the Leotarded fool who was going down to pound town!... wait, not like tha- Unsheathing the weighty blade in a single, effortless draw, he hoisted the cursed blade above his head for a second before resting it on his shoulder. Rapping his fingers on the hilt of the sword, he clicked the roof of his mouth in tandem with each of his steps, sometimes making an aside glance and winking to any ladies on his path. And as he was making his approach... wait, sis? Hata-what? [i]Wait,[/i] going? No, no, no, no... [b]FUCK.[/b] Aaaaaaaand she was gone, just... ugh. He wanted to stop and plot out a new course of action, but what was he to do? Stop in the midst of his journey looking like some lost puppy? Hell no! He plowed on ahead, trying to figure out [i]how[/i] he would mend this idea. ... Jill did say sis, right? And they were prepping to fight possibly somewhere... hmm... hmmmmm... HMMMMMMMMM... [i][b]Ahah![/b][/i] He didn't need to rant on! He could totally show his prowess in a three-way (heh) battle, or try to diffuse this situation... something, something Sun Zhu said... OOOOOOH, IT COULD BE LIKE THAT ONE EPISODE, although, he reeeeaaaally wanted to use that whole "why dontcha work on purging your inner demons instead" line. It was [i]so[/i] perfect! [color=9e0b0f]"Maybe y'don't have to do your whole Sailor Moon transformation, if, you know, you both [i]don't[/i] fight?"[/color] The blade arced off his shoulders and into the air, coming down between the duo with an audible woosh, stopping mere inches from the Hatawhakatikis stick. Looking over, he did his best to exude that confidence he had when striding over here all while trying to seem like he was laid-back... Hell, he even built up on that by retracting the sword, spinning it in midair, and embedding it about a foot into the... floor... uh... yeah, he wasn't paying for that minor repair, but he kept playing on that fabrication by leaning onto the blade, seemingly loafing about. [color=9e0b0f]"I wouldn't mind indulging in some asskicking myself and gettin' some sweet, sweet [i]eee-ex-pee[/i], though there are bigger issues t'deal with than making some devil cry."[/color] Ok, this line was ten times better than what he came up with originally, giving the two a stern but faint smile as he continued. [color=9e0b0f]"... like, y'know, that whole spiel on the news about a possible coup? There's enough trouble brew'n about and I don't think one lil' [i]bat[/i] should take precedence over that... so how 'bout doin' something more productive, liiiike purging your inner demons instead."[/color] YES, yes... hooo, that line did not go to waste at all! And the cherry on top? The whole nonchalant shrug with an almost disinterested stare with a lax articulation. If this didn't disarm these two ladies, then, well, at least he could show off his badass combat skills.