you're in for a surprise // o, ninazu's t.o.t hut!

[ninazu]

BURN
BRIGHT

Mane flickering bright red in the darkness, Ninazu illuminated herself. Atop a sturdy, yet squat, palm tree, the lioness tapped a nail on a coconut. She’d broken plenty of them apart, stuffed them with treats on the inside, and tied the halves together again. Naturally, this provided any candy wishers with a lot of candy… but Ninazu’s delivery system would likely leave plenty of kiddos shaking.

“If any older trick-or-treaters wish to obtain a grand prize, come by!” Ninazu called. She grinned, gnashing her teeth, and the flames burned hotter around her face. With an alcoholic cider by her side, she tapped her coconut impatiently.

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[Stryker]

⸺ STRYKER, THE KINGPIN ⸺

pleasing everyone isn't like you, dancing jigs until i'm crippled

Hearing her call, the lion padded over with a curious glint in his eyes. What could she be doing? Seeing that he was sick during the 'Coconut King' incident, he had no idea what her intentions were. Hell, if Stryker would have known, he'd be surprised that he hadn't gotten any complaints by now. Nevertheless, the general majority to seemed to mind their business... especially when it was Caesar getting pelted by vicious coconuts.

A smirk curled upon his maw. "I'd like to obtain that 'grand prize,'" he insinuated. That was partially a sad attempt to flirt, but also an attempt to address the subject. Take that as you will.

"TALKING"

[ninazu]

BURN
BRIGHT

The lion, wreathed in green-tinted fire, lorded over her partner from the high perch. A fanged smirk flashed across her face, and Ninazu lifted her head. She lifted a paw, holding a coconut with two halves glued together. “Then you’ll need to be a good boy and play along,” she teased. “Only one in every five of these coconuts is filled with candy. The others… sand, rotting flesh, squirming maggots… there’s plenty of those to go around.”

Her flames danced over her skin. They turned green, illuminating her hut in a sickly glow, and she hurled the one in her hand at Stryker. Two more rose from her side, launching through the air—obviously empty of any prize, but controlled by Ninazu’s ability to control the rocks and sands within the coconuts. The two crested in the air like heat-seeking missiles, seeking Stryker’s head with precision.

The one she hurled herself sank through the air, landing innocently at the bottom of the palm tree. One eyebrow twitched when she looked down at it, and she rolled her eyes. It was so much harder to control these things when there wasn’t anything inside she could use to propel them farther. Oh well; if anyone wanted a challenge for a big reward, they’d find the motivation.

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