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One Night StandThe Shark Tank night club was an interesting place. Aquariums all over the place and illuminated by blacklights, it proved to be a popular place for locals and visitors alike. Along with the Otter & Jack, the local pub, there wasn’t any shortage of entertainment in the otherwise quiet surrounding maritime community. It was all too easy for the patrons to get caught up in their own tides however.
“Hey, can I get you a drink?”
21-year-old Samantha Nickolsen sat perplexed at the young man who made the offer. “Uh… sure. Who are you?”
With an embarrassed smile on his face, the man then held out his hand. “My apologies. Rory Carver. You?”
“Samantha,” she responded with the resulting hand-shake.
“I take it you’re new here?”
“You can say that. I’ve got family in the area. Told me to try this place out.”
Rory smiled. “Say no more. Let me get you something. What would you like?”
Heroes of Bastion - Ancient AscensionBastion. A North American city-state, decades ahead of its time, braced against its surrounding border with the rest of the United States by the wall befitting the city’s namesake. Here live many of humanity’s brightest minds – the ones responsible for this technocratic society.
Even here however, in this proclaimed beacon of civilization, the darker elements of human aspirations will always take to one form or another. In the labs, scientists whose concepts of ethics and morality are mere suggestions take to their devices with reckless abandon, and in their mad quests to further human progress several of them unwittingly unleash their creations upon Bastion’s populace. On the streets, those deemed of lower intellect are downtrodden, forever having to contend with the social hierarchy that permeates throughout the city, and the unrest of their fellow men.
Maintaining order over this city is Guardian, its resident disaster relief agency, financed by wealthy and i
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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