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Shinka: The Musical scene- PlansScene.Shinka: The Musical scene- Plans by ~LockmanCapulet
KRYPTON stands atop the Auranova Industries building, paws on the railing, gazing at the morning sky. The environment is calm and peaceful. A gentle breeze blows K’s aura-sensors lightly, and he flashes the faintest hint of a smile.
Enter RADON. K turns at the sound of R’s footsteps.
K: “Ah, good morning, Radon.”
R: “Good morning… you wanted to see me?”
K: “Yes, I believe the time has come to put my plan into motion. As you know, I have been… inviting several guests to the facility recently. And as you probably realized, they all have one thing in common… they are all evolutions of Eevee.”
R: “Yes of course. ‘Eeveelutions’, as some call them.”
K: “*Heh* ‘Eeveelutions’, you say? Quite an amusing term for such a mediocre race.”
Cue soft drums.
K: “I’ve never found these ‘Eeveelutions’ appealing. They’re weak, and surprisingly bland.
Insectae Chapter 1Chapter 1: ForeignInsectae Chapter 1 by ~LockmanCapulet
Coul was making her morning rounds when she suddenly sensed a strange smell. Curious, she set down the massive bread crumb she had been carrying and went to investigate. The crumb was not heavy to her, but not bearing its weight and crawling on all sixes would allow her to move faster. She had little time to investigate- the queen was pupating again soon, and she needed lots of food.
Any other ant would have ignored the smell, knowing that it was not that of food, but Coul had always been more curious and adventurous than other ants. While her unusual behavior was disliked by her fellow workers, she was kept on the workforce, as her sense of smell was unmatched by anyone in her colony.
As the scent got stronger, Coul began to move faster, having a more sure idea of the location of the scent’s origin. Every few seconds, she sniffed over her shoulder, assuring that she could smell her way back to the crumb. The mysterious odor intensified as Coul rounded a
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