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Going Native: Feeling of Anticipation (ch. 51)

If you knew anything about the Green Lanterns, it was impossible to not know Sinestro and his story. Of the Green Lanterns of this age, he was wildly considered the greatest. He might not be the most powerful, or the most creative, but his skill with a power ring was unmatched. Because of that skill and his natural leadership capabilities, Sinestro was the one who best embodied what it meant to be a Green Lantern. He was who people thought of when people thought of Green Lanterns...

Going Native: Feeling of Unease (ch. 50)

Something was wrong. I felt it almost as soon as my eyes opened and the traces of sleep left my mind. The mask on my face didn't fit right and when I went to move to check it, the healing pod that I slept in felt far smaller than it should. I was hardly in danger of bumping my head, or anything, but it was like someone had shrunk my healing pod while I was sleeping.

Reaching out, I nearly put my hand through the shell when I meant to engage the draining sequence. Once the fluid drained ...

Power Corrupts: (ch. 48)

A few days passed, but it felt like weeks as we made the preparations for the invasion. A few days of watching the city struggle to pull itself together as an invading army marched. Scouts reported that the Forsworn were finally on the move after a massive celebration and a funeral for their dead king. The tension in the city was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

The few remaining citizens looked haunted and grim. Like they were starting to regret their choice to stay when t...

Power Corrupts: (ch. 47)

"I had hoped that I would never see my home in such a dreadful state," Jarl Igmund muttered as we stepped through the city gates. The crowd had moved from the plaza to somewhere else in the city, but I still heard music and laughing. They left behind the dead drunk, and possibly flat out dead, empty kegs, half eaten food, and clothes. A lot of them. Judging by the amount, I seem to have missed a rather large orgy.

Right.

"Did they even notice my absence?" He muttered while his wif...

Power Corrupts: (ch. 46)

Right. Right, right, right. Was this a bad thing? It didn't seem particularly bad, but given that quite literally the entire city was throwing a rager to the point the city was left unguarded… I was going to say that it was a bad thing.

But clearly, I was the only one to think so. Dibella and Sanguine continued to dance, basking in the attention and adoration they received before more couples began to join them. The music was nearly lost in the sound of people cheering, laughing, sing...

See No Evil: Tracing (ch. 13)

“Tifa Lockhart, huh?” Oswald Cobblepot muttered to himself, taking in a deep breath of smoke as he looked at the finalized papers for the fake identities he set up for the freshly minted Vergil St. Jude and Tifa Lockhart. He gave them the works -- driver licenses, passports, social security numbers, birth certificates, added their names on electronic records, and so on. Vergil paid a hundred and fifty thousand a pop for them, unknowing that the identities he had bought were worth ten time...

See No Evil: (ch. 12)

The pamphlet of papers felt like they weighed like the plate above Midgar, Tifa reflected as she looked down at them. Her eyes followed the words, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually read them. They were details that outlined her life in this new world. Details of a fake life that she had never lived. Writing the truth -- that she was from Nibelheim, a small village out in the boonies that was destroyed by a mad man, she then lived in the Midgar Slums, before being taken to Gotham…...

See No Evil: (ch. 11)

I was a person now. Not that I wasn’t one before, but now I had a legal identity. At the low, low, low cost of a hundred and fifty thousand dollars, I purchased myself a background, a social security number, and an ID card. In the eyes of the world, I was Vergil St. Jude, a sixteen-year-old kid with a troubled past to explain any holes in my history.

It felt good. Wasn’t a fan of being sixteen again, but Mr. Cobblepot’s explanation had merit. In this business, being a minor was al...

Going Native: Feeling of Anticipation (ch. 51)

If you knew anything about the Green Lanterns, it was impossible to not know Sinestro and his story. Of the Green Lanterns of this age, he was wildly considered the greatest. He might not be the most powerful, or the most creative, but his skill with a power ring was unmatched. Because of that skill and his natural leadership capabilities, Sinestro was the one who best embodied what it meant to be a Green Lantern. He was who people thought of when people thought of Green Lanterns -- not the t...

Going Native: Feeling of Unease (ch. 50)

Something was wrong. I felt it almost as soon as my eyes opened and the traces of sleep left my mind. The mask on my face didn't fit right and when I went to move to check it, the healing pod that I slept in felt far smaller than it should. I was hardly in danger of bumping my head, or anything, but it was like someone had shrunk my healing pod while I was sleeping. 

Reaching out, I nearly put my hand through the shell when I meant to engage the draining sequence. Once the fluid dr...

Going Native: Sense of Loss (ch. 49)

Shugesh grinned as he checked himself out in the mirror. A few scars marked his body, including a big one on his stomach where he got a hole burnt through him way back on Rench. Only now instead of the scar stretching out over a thick layer of fat that had clung to him ever since he was a child, the scar stretched over his abs. And it looked all the more impressive for it. 

His goatee was growing in nicely, and without a second chin Shugesh saw that he had a rather strong jawline. ...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Conflicts (ch. 47)

"I had hoped that I would never see my home in such a dreadful state," Jarl Igmund muttered as we stepped through the city gates. The crowd had moved from the plaza to somewhere else in the city, but I still heard music and laughing. They left behind the dead drunk, and possibly flat out dead, empty kegs, half eaten food, and clothes. A lot of them. Judging by the amount, I seem to have missed a rather large orgy.

Right.

"Did they even notice my absence?" He muttered ...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Consequences (ch. 47)

Right. Right, right, right. Was this a bad thing? It didn't seem particularly bad, but given that quite literally the entire city was throwing a rager to the point the city was left unguarded… I was going to say that it was a bad thing.

But clearly, I was the only one to think so. Dibella and Sanguine continued to dance, basking in the attention and adoration they received before more couples began to join them. The music was nearly lost in the sound of people cheering, laughing, sing...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Turns (ch. 46)

I done goofed. I was man enough to admit it. I made a mistake. I had thoroughly underestimated just how much trouble dealing with the Dark Brotherhood would cause me. I had also underestimated the number of people that wanted to kill me after meeting me. That was a real eye-opener. Going to the Dark Brotherhood was meant to solve problems. It was meant to protect my familia -- Hestia, Lili, Lydia, and everyone else. 

Instead… I sorta got the ruling class assassinated and caused a...

See No Evil: Brazing (ch.12)

The pamphlet of papers felt like they weighed like the plate above Midgar, Tifa reflected as she looked down at them. Her eyes followed the words, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually read them. They were details that outlined her life in this new world. Details of a fake life that she had never lived. Writing the truth -- that she was from Nibelheim, a small village out in the boonies that was destroyed by a mad man, she then lived in the Midgar Slums, before being taken...

See No Evil: Setting (ch. 11)

I was a person now. Not that I wasn’t one before, but now I had a legal identity. At the low, low, low cost of a hundred and fifty thousand dollars, I purchased myself a background, a social security number, and an ID card. In the eyes of the world, I was Vergil St. Jude, a sixteen-year-old kid with a troubled past to explain any holes in my history.

It felt good. Wasn’t a fan of being sixteen again, but Mr. Cobblepot’s explanation had merit. In this business, being a...

See No Evil: Brutting (ch. 10)

Flowers didn't smell particularly good, I noted as I took the time to smell the flowers. Roses didn’t smell particularly bad either, just not very good. Really made you wonder why you were supposed to stop and smell them. But, all the same, I checked the cut at the end of the stem to see that they were fresh flowers and proceeded to the counter where a girl around my age sat behind. She looked up and gave a practiced retail smile that didn't reach her eyes. 

"Can I get anything e...

Going Native: Feeling of Unease (ch. 50)

Something was wrong. I felt it almost as soon as my eyes opened and the traces of sleep left my mind. The mask on my face didn't fit right and when I went to move to check it, the healing pod that I slept in felt far smaller than it should. I was hardly in danger of bumping my head, or anything, but it was like someone had shrunk my healing pod while I was sleeping. 

Reaching out, I nearly put my hand through the shell when I meant to engage the draining sequence. Once the fluid dr...

Going Native: Sense of Loss

Shugesh grinned as he checked himself out in the mirror. A few scars marked his body, including a big one on his stomach where he got a hole burnt through him way back on Rench. Only now instead of the scar stretching out over a thick layer of fat that had clung to him ever since he was a child, the scar stretched over his abs. And it looked all the more impressive for it. 

His goatee was growing in nicely, and without a second chin Shugesh saw that he had a rather str...

Going Native: Sense of Challenge (ch. 48)

This is the first time in a long time I haven't been happy with a Going Native chapter. It feels like it's pure exposition and set up. I think I was a bit too ambitious in doing this storyline in just 4 chapters, but it is what it is. 

One more chapter and a new arc begins. One that really starts to delve deep into the DC elements of the setting.

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A video played on a tablet, showing me the POV of a Cooler-force soldier. They moved through a familiar sett...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Consequences (ch. 46)

Right. Right, right, right. Was this a bad thing? It didn't seem particularly bad, but given that quite literally the entire city was throwing a rager to the point the city was left unguarded… I was going to say that it was a bad thing.

But clearly, I was the only one to think so. Dibella and Sanguine continued to dance, basking in the attention and adoration they received before more couples began to join them. The music was nearly lost in the sound of people cheering, laughing, sing...

Power Corrupts: Unexpected Turns (ch. 45)

I done goofed. I was man enough to admit it. I made a mistake. I had thoroughly underestimated just how much trouble dealing with the Dark Brotherhood would cause me. I had also underestimated the number of people that wanted to kill me after meeting me. That was a real eye-opener. Going to the Dark Brotherhood was meant to solve problems. It was meant to protect my familia -- Hestia, Lili, Lydia, and everyone else. 

Instead… I sorta got the ruling class assassinated and caused a...

Power Corrupts: Dirty Dealings (ch. 44)

I was lucky I was wearing a helmet, or the great big smile on my face would have been really misunderstood as I hacked through a necromancer. His ward spell shattered like glass underneath the force of my blow and the flimsy black robe went up in flames as I cut right through him. I darted forward, fire washing over me, but I ignored it as I crushed a shambling skeleton's skull before pushing through the flames to skewer the offending mage. 

The flames died along with the mage, rev...

Poll Results for September Prompt

By a landslide victory, Debriefing has won. I'll go ahead and start writing the prompt but I figure I should place a disclaimer here -- much like 'I'd like to see the manager' the prompt does not take place in the Going Native main universe. As you would expect, I do have a similar scene planned for the actual story. 

Just figured I should clarify that in case anyone wondered if it would be canon or not. 

Additionally, there might be some changes coming to the monthly pr...

Biggest Tipper Poll for the September Prompt

Darth Hikitanti (OreGairu/Star Wars): A chapter of my story My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (OreGairu/Star Wars), where Hachiman and Padawan make their escape from the Sith Empire. 

Frank Conversations (Going Native): Tarble, having spent some time on Earth, has been butting heads with members of the Justice League. Some more so than others. 

That's a Dragon? (Berserk/Witcher 3): ...

Bigger Tipper Poll for the September Prompt

Darth Hikitanti (OreGairu/Star Wars): A chapter of my story My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (OreGairu/Star Wars), where Hachiman and Padawan make their escape from the Sith Empire. 

Frank Conversations (Going Native): Tarble, having spent some time on Earth, has been butting heads with members of the Justice League. Some more so than others. 

That's a Dragon? (Berserk/Witcher 3): ...

Big Tipper Poll for the September Prompt

Darth Hikitanti (OreGairu/Star Wars): A chapter of my story My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (OreGairu/Star Wars), where Hachiman and Padawan make their escape from the Sith Empire. 

Frank Conversations (Going Native): Tarble, having spent some time on Earth, has been butting heads with members of the Justice League. Some more so than others. 

That's a Dragon? (Berserk/Witcher 3): ...

Tipper Poll for the September Prompt

Darth Hikitanti (OreGairu/Star Wars): A chapter of my story My highschool adventure as a Sith is wrong, as expected (OreGairu/Star Wars), where Hachiman and Padawan make their escape from the Sith Empire. 

Frank Conversations (Going Native): Tarble, having spent some time on Earth, has been butting heads with members of the Justice League. Some more so than others. 

That's a Dragon? (Berserk/Witcher 3): ...

See No Evil: Setting (ch. 11)

Surprise! An extra update!  I figured it would be bit of an apology for missing some updates with Going Native and Power Corrupts because of my trip. That, and I finished a chapter of See No Evil today so my backlog won't be affected.  

Also, if you have any suggestions for the monthly prompt that you would like to see, then today's the last day to send them to me. The polls will be posted tomorrow. 

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I was a person now. Not that I wasn’t one before, but ...

See No Evil: Brutting (ch 10)

Surprise! An extra update!  I figured it would be bit of an apology for missing some updates with Going Native and Power Corrupts because of my trip. That, and I finished a chapter of See No Evil today so my backlog won't be affected.  

Also, if you have any suggestions for the monthly prompt that you would like to see, then today's the last day to send them to me. The polls will be posted tomorrow. 

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Flowers didn't smell particularly good, I n...