cyborg · street culture · music powers · chaotic · aggressive · urban fantasy · mechanical · loud · action · rogue
The cafe's closing bell melted into the electric buzz of Thieve's Den. Slingshot, his nerves still jangling from the evening rush, found an invite to Boombox's party burning in his pocket. He went. In the thick of the noise and colored lights, he leaned close to Boombox, trading stories of spilled coffee and party games. Then Rocket, with that familiar gleam in his eye, pushed all three of them into a narrow storage room, turned the lock, and walked away. The silence that followed was dense, pressing in from the walls. Boombox broke it, his voice a low rumble in the tight space. 'Awkward, isn't it?' Skate's glare cut through the dim light, his words sharp and quiet. 'Shut the fuck up.'