Welcome to Gaia! ::

*kids okay, Sun afraid of her making more trouble, Vahn having a twin of his own... yep either she had wigged out and this was all a strange dream or it was life as always for the bird brain* xp

Vahn dear, Sun luv... just one little question from Tell and I... what the heck is Hollow? sweatdrop *actually she could easily think of twenty or thirty questions for the boys, all of witch were rather important, some might even be needed to keep herself and Tellus alive...but it was better to start off slow when you were trying to appear self confident *



((*sniffles* sad I didn't think you were going to actually give us a backstory sweatdrop .. so on Sun's suggestion I made a generic post that made it look like hono understood what was going on xp ))

A night like any other.

The air was thick with chatter, and the streets alive with activity. A peircing wail erupted throughout the station, establishing itself well above the general ambience. No one even so much as flinched. The sound was commonplace to all who resided in the area and they knew it well. It was the sound of several tons of steel grinding itself to an unnatural halt. The train had arrived.

Those who had been waiting patiently for this moment approached the stopping vehicle. With a hiss of steam, and a sharp ring of the bell, the doors of the boxcars slide open in perfect unison. Its cargo departed quickly from the cars, scattering in every which way as they continued on with their business.

A night like any other... almost.

That is to say, that on any other night, Dash wouldn't be among the people stepping off that train.

His scanned the area around him with a sigh. It had been a pretty long ride, and his a** was killing him. He absolutely hated public transportation. Especially trains. He manuevers through the crowds, a monumental task given all the "gear" he's packing. A suitcase in each hand, each weighing easily 20 lbs. But what could you say? Dash is a high-maintainance guy.

Dash's attention jumped from sign to sign, billboard to billboard. He had to find someplace to stay, someplace where he could sit and clear his mind, someplace to relax, and more importantly, someplace he could put down these suitcases.

I hope this place is as grand as the brochures made it seem. It'd hate to have-

Dash's train of though is broken as he unknowingly crashes into Rieko. This not only causes him to drop his suitcases, but upon landing, they spew their contents all about the walkway. Bottles of high-priced lotions, cologne, moisturizers, and soaps roll in every which direction. His clothing lies in a cluttered mess, the lighter articles even catch the wind.

No, Dash is very not happy at this point.

Dash still had yet to look at the other man. He was still in awe as he watched his expensive toiletries and garments being trampled, kicked, and otherwise defiled by those around him. He remained silent and motionless, and probably would have remained such for another 5-10 minutes if he had not heard the word "negro".

Snapping from his trans, he targeted his gaze at Reiko.

"Excuse me? Who are you calling: N-" Then he realised who the man before him was.

"Oh hell no."

Splat!

Dash halted the bottle with his foot, in dramatic fashion, crushing it. Under normal circumstances, Dash would be upset once he realised what he had done, but now, his attention was entirely on the man before him.

"Of all the people I could have run into..." Dash sighs, shaking his head.

"I'm here on business, business that doesn't concern you, Sakaghandi."

Dash's blood began to boil once the vague images of their previous battle flashed through his mind. Although Dash didn't put too much effort into the fight, he knew that Reiko was indeed strong.

"Yeah, I usually let people beat up on me, you know, to make'em feel like they've got talent. I just couldn't live with myself if they were to hang themselves or something after the humuliation I would usually give them. Although you could use a good humiliating, yourself."

A smirk stretches across Dash's face.

Finally, a REAL fight.

It was go time. Dash removed the overcoat he was wearing, revealing a black, shorsleve sweater with matching turtleneck underneath and pair of bluejeans. Appearantly he was dressed down, prepared to go into the arctic. But yeah, it was a winter night in the desert, and negro was cold!

"Do you think you can keep up with me, mr. Sakagami?"

The crowd gathering around the two seemed to be no stranger to what was going on. They may not have known much, but they knew enough to know that when two black guys get into a confrontation, it was best to back the hell up!