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Open. Close. Five fingers spread themselves out wide, before curling slow into a fist; knuckles popping against callouses as his hand kept on doing what it did. Sky stared down at it, watching the hand like it wasn’t his — thumptip pressing hard into the meat of his palm where the blue had sat just

Alright. I'm working on the next chapter of Paragon to Pavement right now, but I wanted to give you guys a little something while I'm at it. I put together an interactive SDN database for the Z-Team. OPEN THE SDN DATABASE Did my best to recreate it as its shown in the game.

“-idn’t know, I didn’t. Wh-who do you even call f-for this, there’s no n-n-number? What, do I dial nine-one-one and tell them my daughter's on fire but she's fine, she's n-not f—” The mother knelt at the lip of the tub, hands hovering over her daughter as if she could find somewhere safe to grab. "I

“-e look like the fire department to you?” Acrylics click-clacked against the leather steering wheel. “Like, do I?” Sky leaned his head up against the passenger-side window, the AC on full blast right in his face as the sun-bleached streets of Torrance slid by the glass. “‘Cause I ain’t got the hat

The gym door sealed itself shut behind him, that slow hydraulic sigh and the final click of soundproofed material cutting Sonar off mid-ramble. Equivalent exchange took its price, though, and Sky was once again forced to give up the cold rubber-and-chalk air for the sterile corporate nothing of the

The gym door swung open slow, the soundproof slab easing in on a hydraulic hinge to let out a wall of cold recycled air and rubber-mat smell the moment the mechanism responded to Sky’s simple push. It was almost enough for him to miss the scent of sterile lemon disinfectant and floor wax for all of

Ninety-six. Concrete bit into the raw meat of his palm on the down count, balcony floor still cold under the light of the sun peeking up over the edge of the world. Ninety-seven. It was just enough to help Sky stay focused as a drop of sweat rolled down his nose to splash against the floor beneath h

The analog clock hanging on her wall finally clicked over; short hand on six and long hand on twelve. Six AM. Six AM and Blonde Blazer was already sitting behind her desk, the polished mahogany surface a harsh little beacon in the pre-dawn quiet of Torrance SDN. On cue, the central air kicked on as

Cheap fuckin’ piece of… Sky threw his head back with a sigh, lock clicking a third time before it finally caught properly against the door, the deadbolt proving just the same level of quality as everything else SDN had to offer him. Four dollar fuckin’ deadbolt. His shoulder pressed against the door

Bzzzzzzzt. Fluorescent tubes flickered bright overhead, a wet insect whine overhead drilling right through the bone of his skull the second he pushed through the door of the convenience store. Cold air kissed his face, gas-station AC chasing the last of the late-night Cali heat off his scars. 2023.

“Alright, Sky…” SDN had some weird priorities — that was something he was coming to terms with pretty quickly. Like the SDN-issued ice pack was just an example of that, budget and all; cheap material having gone from properly cold to just a soggy mess in almost no time at all. Despite that, he kept

5 YEARS AGO (PARAGON CITY) "Next! Who’s next?” Asbestos choked the air the moment drywall burst open, a body flying through the ragged hole with a choked scream and pinwheeling arms. The scream died completely as the body hit rotting floorboards of the abandoned building, the man in all-black skiddi

“How the fuck did you make the kid cry again?” Invisigal’s voice buzzed in his ear the same way she’d been doing for the last couple minutes. Sky bit down a sigh as his legs ate up the suburban California pavement on his way back to the SDN branch. At a solid sustained twenty-five miles per hour, hi

"—oly shit!" Fire was kinda scary, bro. Even more scary when people could just pull it out the air and throw it at you. You weren’t supposed to be able to do that shit with fire, but he really didn’t know much about powers. Only thing he could really say was… “Hothothothot!” Gloved hands slapped fra

“Ayyy, new meat!” If there was something Sky had to give the SDN credit for, they at least seemed to put money in the places where it was necessary. “Aww, I was hoping it’d be another girl.” The uniforms may have been basic, the plants were definitely plastic and the lights absolutely were the same

Bright and clean. He had to give the place that much. Lucius Connor Bright took his first step into the lobby of the building as the doors whispered open, the smell of floor wax and lemon disinfectant just enough to tickle his sensitive nose. Whatever other opinion he could pull up about the Torranc

Blonde Blazer’s boots click-clacked down the hallway, the heavy door to the Records Room clicking shut barely a few seconds after she left it behind. The sudden vacuum she left behind in the space was filled almost immediately with the low sixty-hertz whine of the CRT monitor straight out of the eig

“Now, I’m not one to mince words…” “You? Mince words?” Robert Robertson III had a way with words of his own, something Blonde Blazer was beginning to realize; at least, now that she was sober. “I’d be surprised if you bothered to dice them.” That way just happened to be extremely acerbic and nonchal

The skillet popped and sizzled, hot little spits of violent grease dancing on his palm. The sausage links curled as he watched the half-frozen things brown and shrink the longer it sat there. Let it burn. His other hand spun a fork in the other bowl, eggs swirled up until it was a perfect golden yel

Fire. It always started with the fire. The fire that night was high and bright, all of it in his face with so much smoke that he couldn’t see a full foot in front of him. Blinding was bad enough, but the heat was no better; all of it a physical weight, a blanket of temperature he hadn’t felt in year

PtP: Chapter 0.5 Interrogation Room 4 was… smaller than she expected. Almost oppressively small, really. Especially so, given how massive the door looked from the outside. If it was just small, that’d be one thing but it was also rather depressing too. Given that it was a prison, that seemed like a

PtP: Chapter 0 The connection stabilized with a sound that always managed to set her teeth on edge. That high-pitched, digital mosquito whine that ends in the same click every single time. After nearly a half-decade running the Torrance branch, she still doesn’t understand the need to stick with the