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"A tool for every task, some honorable, some less so, all necessary, yes?" said an unassuming young man with blonde hair and a soft voice. He walked up to their employer's side and then turned to face the group, smiling. Oazel's breath caught in his throat at the site of the man's jet black...

"So... we're all hired?" Oazel asked from the end of the bar, with concern in his voice. Not only had many more recruits shown up than he'd expected, but apparently their employer needed all of them. With a company the size of the Blackhearts, this could mean one of two things: either they were...

Oazel was slightly taken aback by the crowd that met his gaze as he entered the Red Giant Cafe. Though it wasn't even close to peak business hours, there were people of virtually every size, shape, and color inhabiting the now cramped interior of the bar. Most of them looked like escaped...

Oazel took the opportunity during the long wait for a cab to gather his thoughts and observe his surroundings. There was a rather remarkable girl standing nearby; everything about her was otherworldly, from her shining silver hair and porcelain skin to her inhuman robotic eyes. Ozael wondered if...

Oazel thumbed his collarbone absent-mindedly as he stared at the small screen on the wall to his right. On it, Tanra Station was slowly sliding in to view, a hulking mass of lights that seemed to impose itself over the serene blackness of space. A deadpan voice announced overhead that they would...

Here I am, Nukey!

The captain got an angry glare in reply to his questioning. The worker was clearly not in the best of moods this morning. "How the hell should I know?" He asked gruffly, continuing to heave the heavy crates down to his fellows who carried the containers into the shop. They worked with tired...

Savory smells began to fill the shop, accompanied by various chopping, grinding, scraping and sizzling noises. Steam rose from the cooking area and blanketed the ceiling, while Elli ran back and forth from the cellar fetching ingredients. Jin worked with practiced ease and was soon dishing out...

Sunrise was not the traditional time for a funeral. Nevertheless, as the first light of a new day spread over the city, Jin stood over a fresh grave and quietly uttered blessings for the deceased. The small, unmarked tombstone sat nestled tightly a midst dozens of others like it, obscured by the...

Jin laughed. "Yes, you are an artist of admirable passion and talent, my boy!" He clapped Gerik's shoulder then moved past him to speak to the rest of the group. "It may not be a good idea for Draven to return to the Destroyers. Familiarity breeds contempt in those types of company. You may be...