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[b][code]Zun - Airport.[/code][/b][hr]

“He’s not a demon, he’s just, uh, my bat.”

And that made Yoko chuckle. "I am no idiot - I can sense the demonic ki." She answered. Personally, she didn't care if this demon was good or not; she just wanted to get some good old practice in! Especially against this weirdo in a hat, and her boyfriend!

“Is there a better place we can do this? Not a fan of doing the whole transforming magical girl schtick in big crowds.”

"I meeeeeeeeeeeean," Yoko shrugged as she answered with, "I don't mind, anywhere can be a battle-" That was when this guy with a giant sword walked up and shoved it right between them. Yoko raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the fucker with a giant sword (bet he's overcompensating for something). He also had the nerve to crack some lame one-liner!

"I wouldn't mind indulging in some ass-kicking myself and gettin' some sweet, sweet eee-ex-pee, though there are bigger issues t'deal with than making some devil cry." 

Yoko almost laughed... not because she found it funny, but because it was so stupid that she had to contain herself!

"... 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' bat should take precedence over that... so how 'bout doin' something more productive, liiiike purging your inner demons instead."

Then that turned Yoko's smile flat. She didn't know what this bastard was all about - but she definitely didn't find him any more than a nuisance. Trying to infer that there are more important things than Yoko's mission? That was like spitting in her face. Far as Yoko was concerned; the only thing on the agenda was getting the sword so she could go after the [i]real[/i] problems.

"Well, swordsman," Yoko formally addressed Katsuo, "For starters, the petty squabbles of politicians has nothing to do with me or my mission."

She scoffed him off, as she slammed her staff onto the ground to launch herself into the air where she did masterful flip mid-air. When she landed on the other side of Katsuo; she finished as she glanced over her shoulder.

"I am a demon slayer, fighter of Onis if they want to fight over who owns what nation; then fine, but I'm going to be fighting what lurks in the dark in the meantime," Yoko started off before she continued. "I must become the strongest to do that, and there's only one way to accomplish that."

Yoko pointed her staff at Jasmine.

"... So choose your battlefield, Demonness."


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[b][code]Zun - Docks.[/code][/b][hr]


More people.

Aiko didn't notice it as she hopped off her motorcycle and quickly snatched her precious iron club that she had to hang off the side. She briefly looked at it - a heavy hunk of metal that was Aiko's most prized possession. All weapons were important to Oni Warriors, and her iron club was no different. Especially since she forged it herself using the flames of hell itself when she was merely five years old. It was heavy for anyone that wasn't as strong as the Oni clan! And she demonstrated that weight [i]and[/i] her strength when she slammed the iron club onto the ground hard as she possibly could so hard that it shook. It created a cloud of smoke as Aiko took a few steps towards the idiot.

She could sense his ki... he was definitely a warrior, but his power was inferior to her own! He would get crushed like an insect if he went up against her - the same for all humans. She slung the iron club over her shoulder and as she did so flames followed the weapon. It hit her strong shoulder as she sighed before she finally spoke.

"Look, kid, I may have overreacted a bit there..." Aiko trailed off as she had her eyes closed, "... But, you are speaking to the princess of the Oni clan, like a mere insect." Her eyes shot open.

"Show respect to royalty or you're really gonna get hurt."


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[b][code]Zun Airport[/code][/b][hr]


Among the crowds of people, there was a woman with a green cloak on covering her whole body. Not exactly incognito but it allowed Claudette Adelson, mystic master for MAVERICK, to stay unrecognized for now. She's not exactly new to MAVERICK so her face is probably known among the Nomad community... and the last thing she wanted was to blow her cover with like several wanted Nomads running around. She could recognize a few running around, but right now she had a mission to complete. The mission was so important that she couldn't risk getting careless and jumping the gun for some unimportant Nomads.

Well, unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

But this mission was like none other and given by the UN high command themselves. The situation in Zun is reaching a breaking point and while, in the past, Zun and MAVERICK had a rather... hazy relationship, the previous leadership of the country is attempting to flee. And MAVERICK is responsible for making sure they get out safely. Again, this mission was supposed to be covert, because officially MAVERICK is not allowed to operate in Zun, at all. Which was why they sent Claudette in, alone, despite how recognizable she would be she was probably their best bet. 

Claudette was supposed to meet with the princess in the airport and safely escort her out of the nation until things start to calm down. However, there was a snag in the plan when Claudette noticed a group of men in cloaks walking around. Now call Claudette paranoid but she got a bad feeling about them. There's nothing good about shadowy people in cloaks...

... And the irony was never stronger than it was before.

Claudette waded through the crowds towards them and hoped that she could at least distract them from whatever they are planning.