Laser tag was an odd pastime. Commonly done by children, it was a rather simple way to simulate the excitement of combat with none of the danger. Personally, Saneron saw nothing in the faux-war that attracted him. As part of the track team, the athlete was in no need of adrenaline dosage's to make a dull life more interesting. But, Miharu insisted that they go to the local light-shooting arena alongside some friends, so who would he be to refuse the opportunity? In what he also saw as a childish action, the teams were split between genders, creating two teams of four. The estrogen brigade was formed of the rambunctious Miharu, the eery white-
Venx was used to repairs, whether he was the one performing the mending of either flesh or metal, or the subject of them. The complexities mending bone and wounds were known to him, as were the secrets of metallurgy. But if there was one thing that baffled the body-hopping life form, it was how to put those skills to use on a body that used both flesh and metal freely. The combination of natural and synthetic was a baffling one, and despite all the logic that the spirit was familiar with, it somehow was a valid tactic for mortals to extend their lifespan, or replace lost limbs. But imperfect parts do not build a perfect machine, as Venx soon
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service by Kalamari101, literature
Literature
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service
"What the fuck do you mean we can't eat here?"
"First of all, that language is best kept to the streets where you came from." scoffed the waiter, standing above the seated pair. "Second of all, one of you has a....certain dress-code that severely clashes with what we enforce here."
"Cameron, I told to wear something besides that black you're always in." Sryx said, looking to his companion. The bat winged girl lost her focus on the staff's words, focusing now on what the demon said to her.
"Me? You don't even have a shirt!"
"Like I need one. It'd be a crime to not show my body to the world." laughed the daemon, taking a drink from her wate
"I think we should change it."
"Ran, it's fine."
"But it's so......plain. Who orders just a salad?"
"The fawn girl out there, apparently."
"Her friend-"
"Girlfriend, according to them."
"Her girlfriend at least ordered something I can work with. The meat's all nice and spiced, but..."
"You're trying to over-complicate the other girl's salad."
"It's not over-complication! It's just.....it needs something. At least some dressing."
"She said to just leave it plain."
"Ah, but she doesn't know what she's missing! Just a pinch of-"
"No."
"Ow! What was the flick for?"
"You know that the customer comes first. Don't twist the meal just be
City weather was shit. The most absolute shit. If it wasn't snowing, it was raining. When was the last time the sun actually shone? It was hard to remember considering how it hardly ever showed up. Instead of getting that big fire in the sky, Yavna had to deal with angel tears, and......whatever snow was in those old stories her grandma told her. Angelic dandruff? Something like that. Either way, the winged ones were assholes for crying so damn much. All it did was make more rain. If she could just wrap her hands around one of their pretty little necks, the ill tempered woman would give them something to cry about. That thought brought her so