Mail Drop Temple (Otherwise Untitled)
~ Out in backwater colonies where there weren't niceties like satnav or paved roads, Detective Clip always found a bit of charm to rumbling down a gravel and dirt road on the back of a growling motorcycle. There wasn't too much of a hurry to it, and...
Out for Snacks (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The sun was advancing day towards evening, "That was a great museum! I really liked the exibit on those spectacular stones!", the Synth explained to the lynx. ~ "I'm glad you came to visit!", the lynx strolling alongside her friend. "Oh! Oh! The bus...
Off the Books (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The worn down motel provided all of the discretion that Detective Clip had planned for and counted on, the walkway outside a dull glow of the morning sun and cheap neon trim. The bathroom smelled of the faint mixture of bleach and mildew, an eternal...
Conclusions (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The Synth could only hear what was felt amongst the frame of the ship and up through their seat. It was difficult to see much of the controls or what was left of the cockpit over the flames and glow of metal being abraded from portions of the ship. A...
Lunch by Venn Diagram (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The badger's stomach grumbled loudly as she looked up from her phone. "Okay. So, I don't see anything that's obviously great for all of us, so I'll start listing the places that might work?", tapping at her screen a bit, "Say something if there's a...
Synthetic Scaling
You've seen it before in its full function as the face of the increasingly prevalent synth species. you've also heard of what a loose mask synth can do.
Shadow Stalkers: Thymion Pt. 14
''as much as i would enjoy seeing my father decimate the entirety of the synth species after what they did to rosemary, i will heed your advice. she lost a wing because of them. but back to the point at hand...