#lightning 01

“Warbandit. Shoot now.” It was almost insulting how all of warbandit weapons were replaced with bb bullet ammunition. But certainly cheaper to replace, even if the options were low. Constant practice was needed for the champion as Warbandit begin to attack…the stack of cans aimed high at the buildings. His sniping capabilities were nothing to scoff at. Each can that was balanced on the window sills were shot perfectly, each can falling into place at the ground before the pair noticed the stranger.

She had set up camp atop a pile of rubble beneath a partially crumbled building. A small fire had been going for a while now, and the remnants of a dinner remained piled besides it, as Fang stared from her position at the giant gaping maw of the earth.

There was an itch, a desire. The void was not only calling her name, but seducing her, and she was ready to answer. Her grip tightened around the weapon they left her, and with renewed determination approached the edge.

Arms stretched out as if they were wings to carry her forth, Fang was ready to jump when she stopped. For across the chasm, she spied a familiar shock of pink hair.

Another average day in Hive City. Another average afternoon. Another disappointment for William Shakespeare. As was his habit, he had taken to performing in one of the city’s many parks. He spoke aloud, reciting poetry he was all too familiar with. (Trite would have been an unforgivable word, yet still he felt the slightest bit numb to the verses). The words well memorized, he had no need for books or papers in his hands. And so he simply cast about his arms dramatically. His voice strong, and his passions clear.

It had been going... well, about as well as it ever went. Which was to say: not well at all. A few passerbys had thrown coins at his feet... for... some reason, but no one seemed to actually care for his work. For all the pedestrians who passed on by, nary a soul stopped for even a moment. 

“No love for the classics, miss?” 

Shakespeare called out to the woman, interrupting himself mid-sonnet. For a moment she had seemed interested. Had stopped and stared. But that interest quickly seemed to fade as she turned away and began to head for the park’s entrance.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised...” He began. “So often does that seem to be the case.” It wasn’t a rebuke. Not really. The most clearly conveyed emotion was his own resignation. “Earnestly... what do you people enjoy?”

     Being so... short compared to others here was something of a pain. It was a bit easier when everyone else she knew was at least around her height, like her sister and the rest of most the animals like herself. But humans? Man they were too tall!

     And way too unobservant, too.

     Just because she was shorter than four feet or so didn’t mean people shouldn’t watch where they were walking! Case in point-- this lady with the pink hair, who had just tripped over her.

“Ow, ow-- hey! Watch where you’re going! Owch, my leg...”