Tokyo Stadium --> Upper-Platform Level 3
@Pirouette
Once ducking his head underneath the canopy roof, Callus senses a low drumming sound behind him. It sounds like a winged individual, a insectoid perhaps, and a rather large one at that. While he faced away from the figure, he could sense a significant spike in ki level, which definitely signifies a nomad landing behind him. Yet he doesn't bother to turn towards it, as it didn't feel like a threat. After all, it can simply be a nomad using its flight capabilities to descend to this level, rather than using the stairs or elevator. Only after he hears the nomand's deep, distorted, feminine voice greeting him does he slowly turn around to see who she is.
The Draconian looks down to see a short, white-haired woman, who appears to be smaller than the average human being. He couldn't ignore the fact that she indeed had a pair of insect wings, along with two short antennae spurting from her head, a mask that covers her mouth and mechanical cybernetics on her right arm and by the base of the wing membranes. She too had yellow eyes, just like his own, but her pupils were more rounded than silted. Her skin looked abnormally pale, as seen with frightened or sickly people, and her clothing attire is simple yet tattered. Whoever this fairy is, she has definitely been through quite a lot. Callus looks down with a neutral look and waves nonchalantly.
"How do you do, Miss Fairy?" Callus replies back with an elderly yet firm reply, emphasizing his Chinese-esque accent.
The fairy proceeds to talk about the weather, about how the tournament may end shortly than anticipated, and how she wonders if the Draconian is walking indoors because he's afraid of drenching his attire. He bypasses the clothing remark and heads straight to the next point.
"Perhaps." he remarks quietly as he slowly continues heading to the door,
"It appears Mother Nature will be cancelling today's events for the time being."But as he reaches the arch leading indoors, Callus stops with a sigh as he looks back at the sky, studying it with curious intent. In his village back in China, his people believed that their long gone dragon ancestors acted as god-kings and goddess-queens over the elements. One in particular, known in his tongue as "Shuǐshén wáng" (or simply as "The Water God King") controlled the flow of water in rivers, lakes, and oceans, as well as determined when the rains will fall. Every April, the Draconians held a traditional ceremony in order to please the God-King. Along with performing complex dances, the sages in the village would meditate near or within a large body of water for hours before placing a large portion of their water magic into an alter, where it's ki would dissolve into the air and rise into the Heavens. It's been said that the more water-ki that's launched, the more likely will the rainy season last longer. But if no one sends water to the God-King, or if very little has been sent, or if the God-King happens to be in ill-spirits (which is often rare), droughts will occur in the region and no rain will fall for a year or more. That's why this tradition has been so important.
This tradition has been practiced in Callus' village for thousands of years and has 'claimed' to be working reliably. Even after leaving the village, does the Draconian wizard still partake in this event. In times like this, he can predict when rainfall can occur, usually within hours or even days, prior to the first drop. His predictions have been said to be more accurate than the local weather reports.
But rarely does he start feeling it within mere minutes prior, let alone not feeling it at all. Even the tone of the storm felt rather ominous. It's quite strange.
"And yet this sudden downpour has come-in unannounced." Callus continues as he looks back at the fairy,
"I can often forecast a storm much earlier but only several minutes ago did I feel a sudden shift in the air... I feel like something amiss is brewing nearby."The Draconian then proceeds to enter the doorway, using his sword as a walking cane.
"I must seek answers."
Aleks looks to his right, seeing a armored female approach him with a wave, as he replies with a simple raise of his hand. The dark-skinned woman, dawned in a suit of bright white armor and blue highlights, simply asks the location of the Asarigawa Hot Springs. Shortly before the Russian commando can reply to her question, his right eye beginning to glow a faint hue of blue as the Sight Of God quickly inspects the person's ki level. He simply wants a quick "background check" before continuing with the conversation. Much to his immediate surprise, the user was incredibly bright, signifying her ki-levels to be within the mere hundreds to thousands range. She must essentially be some sort of goddess or at least a demi-goddess of some kind. Yet what is she doing here wearing this armor?
Alas, Aleks' curiosity has to wait. He didn't quite know where the Asarigawa Hot Springs are either, as he was deployed here shortly prior to the Tournament that was taking place several blocks to the north, but his suit can help him solve this predicament.
"Let's check." he answers in a thick and gruff Russian accent, as he raises his right arm to his chest and presses on several buttons.
His arm revealed a hologram of the entire world, thanks to having permission from MAVERICK to access their personal GPS satellite, and initially reveals the two's current location. They were by the Asari Onsen Dori road, across from a recycling plant and an abandoned car dealer stop. The woman came from the north and pointed to the south, which should suggest its down the road. A soft beep can be heard as Aleks talks into it.
"Asarigawa Hot Springs." is all he said and within a short few seconds the map expands as it charts out the building's location.
It appears the woman is heading the right way.
"Here." the commando states bluntly as he points to it,
"Just a few kilometers down south. If you see Shadow Classe Lodge, it's next door."He briefly as he glances again at the dark-skinned figure, still wondering what a being like her is doing here. He couldn't help but to ask.
"Going for R&R, yes?" he asks her cautiously.
His English may need some work, such as adding some conjunctions to his sentences, but he can definitely be understood... at least to a heavy degree perhaps.
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