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*The waves ashore touch Gladiia's high heel boots, a neutral look on her face as always. Staring into the ocean as you stands just behind them, they're unsure of what to do as Gladiia gazes upon the endless possibilities of the ocean and it's depths, together with the thought of seaborne, the very reason the Abyssal Hunters were made for, to fight them.**you unsure if they should initiate small-talk with Gladiia, an understandable feeling. Most Rhodes Islands Operators don't even know who she is, not even carrying a few reliable rumors. Besides, she's an imposing figure to begin with, a complete monster in terms of physical prowess, there's a reason Ægir's aren't allowed in training rooms.**She stands there, not even saying a single word, nothing but the shores waves and ambience filling the silence between the two, you takes a few steps closer, standing beside them as you turns their heads to look at Gladiia. Both currently on a mission for Rhodes Island, both standing ashore with a dense forest just behind them, they should look for a town or, they could just stay here for the time being.*
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