ShadCroly

-For Eyes Only- Silver, “Enclosed is your next mark. He is to be killed as soon and as quietly as possible. The mark is considered armed and extremely dangerous. As per your contract, this is a ‘No Questions Asked’ kill and the money has already been wired into your account." -Mr. Sender Enclosed with the rest of the letter was a detailed report and photograph of the hunt. The pages had seen better days, as the ball-point pen ink was wet and running, making any legible translation of the words near impossible; a selection of numbers and part of a street name are all that's really readable. The enclosed photograph was wet an

Masu sat at his keyboard, beginning to input the latest research he had for connecting real nerves to the synthetic ones. He casually glanced at the clock noting that most of the employees would be on lunch break. He reached over, picking up his customary cup of green tea. He paused, staring at the ornate design, wondering if he should apply copper or gold wire this next go. Green Tea was truly a heavenly smell. Bitter, yet soothing and smelt like steaming forest. It was a delightful drink he was not so able to come across and loved to savor its taste whenever he had the chance. When he'd smelt the tea down the hall, his body forced him to f

Lyger, crimson red Hedgehog Mobian and king of the Middle Grounds stared up into the night sky. The endless expanse of shining dots and glitter filled his vision; at times when the night just seemed to pass so slowly and his mind was racing, baring him from the blessed release of sleep, he could easily find himself staring up at the endless expanse of night and stars, loosing himself in the infinite beauty of the natural light show. He let a hand fall to the blanket covering his body, smoothing out the worn fabric as a stray trail of wind disturbed its resting place just a moment before. He gave a quick nod to his work, placing the hand betw

Malachi sat in the Middle Ground Royal Armoury. It was a haven, a paradise for any warrior; weapons where both scattered about and intricately laid out and displayed. From the largest Claymore to the smallest Dagger, they where as sharp as the day they were forged and as deadly as the next. There even existed a vast training hall where one could test any weapon they so desired. Above the main hall, the image of the Holy Spoonblade shone proudly on a tapestry, granting it’s blessing on the hall of weapons. Malachi say in the middle of such a place, a wet stone in his hands as he gently slid it along the edge of his scythe. He’d been