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ModificationZariya stood on the edge of Mahalo Beach, the breeze teasing strands of her violet hair, eyes narrowing as she surveyed the horizon. The moon hung heavily in the sky tonight, forming an ominous silver glow upon the water. Her black skin tight cropped top and her baggy black khaki's accentuated her curves, but were designed for combat and mobility, while her boots planted firm on the sand. She wasn’t here for the scenery though. This wasn’t a leisurely visit to Luluhawa Island. Once again, this was strictly business. Specifically, Herman’s business, a man Zariya had little care for beyond the fat stacks of cash he dangled in front of her. That, and that alone, was why she was here.
The island air carried the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the slight buzz of a bustling trade scene, though tonight, the only trade would be bloodshed. Ban, the vampires feline companion, stood beside her, his purple Exceed form poised but not overly eager. He wore his trademark smirk, sunglasses resting atop his nose as usual, as if the night’s upcoming events were of little consequence to him.
“Y’know, Herman should really learn how to take out his own trash,” Ban mused, glancing at Zariya with a sideways smirk.
Zariya responded with a low grunt. Herman was a nuisance. He was a man who acted like he owned the world, and perhaps in his corner of it, he did--albeit for now. He was a colonizer, and the day would come when the people of Luluhawa rooted him out. In fact, Zariya herself remained hopeful that they did. And yet, here she stood, ready to carry out a task for Herman who had successfully established his business here. His "little enterprise" on Luluhawa Island had recently been threatened by Melon Tusk, a rival entrepreneur of sorts. Tusk wasn’t just encroaching on Herman’s turf; he was trying to take it over, piece by piece. The idea of a “hostile takeover” had been passed around, and Zariya was more than happy to oblige.
The island air carried the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the slight buzz of a bustling trade scene, though tonight, the only trade would be bloodshed. Ban, the vampires feline companion, stood beside her, his purple Exceed form poised but not overly eager. He wore his trademark smirk, sunglasses resting atop his nose as usual, as if the night’s upcoming events were of little consequence to him.
“Y’know, Herman should really learn how to take out his own trash,” Ban mused, glancing at Zariya with a sideways smirk.
Zariya responded with a low grunt. Herman was a nuisance. He was a man who acted like he owned the world, and perhaps in his corner of it, he did--albeit for now. He was a colonizer, and the day would come when the people of Luluhawa rooted him out. In fact, Zariya herself remained hopeful that they did. And yet, here she stood, ready to carry out a task for Herman who had successfully established his business here. His "little enterprise" on Luluhawa Island had recently been threatened by Melon Tusk, a rival entrepreneur of sorts. Tusk wasn’t just encroaching on Herman’s turf; he was trying to take it over, piece by piece. The idea of a “hostile takeover” had been passed around, and Zariya was more than happy to oblige.
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