The Musings of Brother Stitch

Nothing special here, just getting ideas out my head. The regal figure carried himself with a grace that showed wealth, power and a grand upbringing as he walked down a sidewalk in the super hero saturated city. The light bronze complexioned man stood perhaps close to six-foot two and looked like he regularly worked out, not to the level some of the city's heroes and villains did, but he seemed no slouch in the appearance department. His black hair was slicked back and ended in a  shoulder length, braided ponytail which draped over the right shoulder of the white dress shirt. He paused in his walk to flick an errant bit of lint from his pressed, grey khakis before he went to a nearby vendor. "Good afternoon Mr.Singh, the usual," an elderly man asked from behind a weathered, silver cart said while polishing the reflective top. "Of course Mr. Watson, you know me far too well, now no skimping on the mustard this time" the gentleman replied  with a short l...

Something that just hit me randomly after watching Bright and Kekkei Sensen. Just the idea of someone who runs a bar in an open, Urban fantasy setting. I opened this bar shortly before the breaching, had nothing better to do and always wanted to open up one after the service. I didn’t expect much in the way of unruly or odd clients, that’s for that crowd downtown Breach changed all that, and me being’ as close as I was in the aftermath and only one who didn’t right care who came in my doors, it put me in a good spot. I quickly started learning who was who, and in some cases who was what. The sharp dressed bartender nodded over to a corner, “That thirtysomething Hispanic lookin’ lady in the business suit? Were-Tiger with a thing for anime. The lil Asian guy across? Something called a Kodama, works with park services, really in to beatboxing Everyone has their own little, secrets and such, whether they’re worth knowing or not. For some reason, I end up hearing most of what they ...