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See No Evil: Cleaving (ch. 9)

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 awoke with a start, flinching bad enough I lost my ted...

See No Evil: Bruitting (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...

See No Evil: Cleaving(ch. 9)

I awoke with a start, flinching bad enough I lost my tedious balance on the edge of my bed and came crashing to the ground. I landed with a thump and a groan, the impact enough to firmly wake me up. My eyes fluttered, my eyelids feeling like sandpaper, telling me that I desperately needed more sleep. But I wasn't going to get any. I could never fall back asleep once I woke up. 

Laying on the ground, I looked up at the ceiling for a minute as I laid tangled in my blanket. The train ...

See No Evil: Diamond (ch. 8)

While Jeremiah gathered up his guys, I looked down at my cards. I had eight refrigerators but five of them were up for sale. I had a game console, three TVs, four dishwashers, two washing machines, and three dryers. All of which were up for sale, meaning that I wasn’t willing to use them for the upcoming fight. Not only would I lose out on money, but they would leave a trail right to me.

That left me with two silenced 9mm pistols, one of which was pristine and half-empty, Murder Weapo...

Update about my trip and when I'm coming back

Firstly, thank you all for your patience. The support that I've received has been nothing less than outstanding. And let me apologize for the lack posts to keep everyone up to date -- the Patreon app is flat out broken, so I haven't been able to make posts here easily. 

My trip is going very well. I'm horribly exhausted and my brain feels like mush, but it's been going very well. But, sadly, it is not over yet. My bosses gave me a ten-day to two week timeline of how long the trip w...

See No Evil: Cut (ch.9)

I awoke with a start, flinching bad enough I lost my tedious balance on the edge of my bed and came crashing to the ground. I landed with a thump and a groan, the impact enough to firmly wake me up. My eyes fluttered, my eyelids feeling like sandpaper, telling me that I desperately needed more sleep. But I wasn't going to get any. I could never fall back asleep once I woke up. 

Laying on the ground, I looked up at the ceiling for a minute as I laid tangled in my blanket. The train ...

See No Evil: Diamonds (ch.8)

While Jeremiah gathered up his guys, I looked down at my cards. I had eight refrigerators but five of them were up for sale. I had a game console, three TVs, four dishwashers, two washing machines, and three dryers. All of which were up for sale, meaning that I wasn’t willing to use them for the upcoming fight. Not only would I lose out on money, but they would leave a trail right to me.

That left me with two silenced 9mm pistols, one of which was pristine and half-empty, Murder Weapo...

See No Evil: Pressure (ch.7)

Action movies were total bullshit. John Wick gets shot in the stomach, runs across a city, and kicks ass the entire way? Nah. Not buying it anymore. Each stumbling step sent white-hot agony through me, bay water dripping from my thoroughly ruined suit, as blood continued to flow between my fingers. My heart hammered at my ribs, a shoulder hitting a wall as I made my way through familiar back alleys.

I looked down at my hand and saw bright crimson, the same color that stained my shirt. S...

Announcement: There will be no updates from the 19th to 29th

The business trip is a go, my bags are being packed and everything is being arranged. I'll be gone for a little over a week with the possibility of the trip stretching up to two weeks, but I'm hoping that it won't come to that. 

The chapter of See No Evil will be posted on Wednesday, but it'll be posted a lot earlier than normal, around 5 am CDT. The goal is to get back by Saturday of next week, but that chapter of Power Corrupts will likely be posted later in the day rather than t...

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. ...

Going Native: Sense of Conquest (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.

...

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

Going Native: Sense of Challenge (ch. 47)

"No." Elery decided with a shake of her head, "No. If you're going then I'm going too." The tone that she adopted was a familiar one -- the one that she used when her mind was already made up and there was absolutely nothing in the world that could change it. I wasn't surprised by it. The exact opposite really. 

"Would you want to leave Mom all alone?" I asked, making Elery flinch as she turned a wide-eyed gaze to Mom, who looked down at the both of us. Her gaze flickered to me, te...

Announcement: There might not be any updates next week.

Sorry for springing this on you, but this was just sprung on me. I've been asked to step in and go on a business trip because the guy that originally was going to go tested positive for COVID. I was just tested as well, and so were the ones that the guy was in contact with at the other company. Provided that everyone is in the clear then the trip will go as planned. 

It's a good opportunity for me, so I agreed to do it. The details aren't finalized yet, and I'll know more either to...

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...

Power Corrupts: Underhanded Tactics (ch. 43)

"Who would want Nenya dead?" Jarl Siddgeir questioned, his tone colored with grief. He looked at me, eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night, directly at the man who had accidentally gotten her killed, "Do you think it was the Orcs? Or… who…?" 

I sure as fuck wasn't going to say that it was me and the Dark Brotherhood. "I doubt it was the Orcs. They wouldn't have had an opportunity to posion anyone, and they wouldn't have had a motive to kill Nenya of all people," I said before I...

See No Evil: Diamonds (ch. 8)

While Jeremiah gathered up his guys, I looked down at my cards. I had eight refrigerators but five of them were up for sale. I had a game console, three TVs, four dishwashers, two washing machines, and three dryers. All of which were up for sale, meaning that I wasn’t willing to use them for the upcoming fight. Not only would I lose out on money, but they would leave a trail right to me. 

That left me with two silenced 9mm pistols, one of which was pristine and half-...

See No Evil: Pressure (ch.7)

Action movies were total bullshit. John Wick gets shot in the stomach, runs across a city, and kicks ass the entire way? Nah. Not buying it anymore. Each stumbling step sent white-hot agony through me, bay water dripping from my thoroughly ruined suit, as blood continued to flow between my fingers. My heart hammered at my ribs, a shoulder hitting a wall as I made my way through familiar back alleys.

I looked down at my hand and saw bright crimson, the same color that stained my shirt. S...

See No Evil: Coal (ch.6)

So, being a drug dealer wasn't all that bad. Honestly, it was probably one of the easiest jobs that I've ever had. I was sent to locations via my handler, who was basically just another flunky that happened to be above me, with a backpack filled with various amounts of weed to be delivered to addresses and locations at certain times. Even better, by virtue of me not having any interest in the substance, thus not tempted to smoke or steal it, I was rapidly becoming the go-to courier for petty ...

Going Native: Sounds of Conquest (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.

...

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

Going Native: Sounds of Challenge (ch. 47)

"No." Elery decided with a shake of her head, "No. If you're going then I'm going too." The tone that she adopted was a familiar one -- the one that she used when her mind was already made up and there was absolutely nothing in the world that could change it. I wasn't surprised by it. The exact opposite really. 

"Would you want to leave Mom all alone?" I asked, making Elery flinch as she turned a wide-eyed gaze to Mom, who looked down at the both of us. Her gaze flickered to me, te...

Going Native: Sounds of Family (ch. 46)

I haven’t heard from Vegeta in three years, ever since we last saw each other on Planet Vegeta, and the silence was telling. Ever since I joined the royal family, I would get the occasional message or call, usually in response to me, but in the past three years, there was only silence. Any attempt to contact him went unanswered. Perhaps it was simply a case of him being busy, but giving the timing of the silence, I couldn’t believe it. 

It was weird technically being in charge ...

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...

Power Corrupts: Underhanded Tactics (ch. 43)

"Who would want Nenya dead?" Jarl Siddgeir questioned, his tone colored with grief. He looked at me, eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night, directly at the man who had accidentally gotten her killed, "Do you think it was the Orcs? Or… who…?" 

I sure as fuck wasn't going to say that it was me and the Dark Brotherhood. "I doubt it was the Orcs. They wouldn't have had an opportunity to poison anyone, and they wouldn't have had a motive to kill Nenya of all people," I said before I...

Power Corrupts: Backroom Deals (ch. 42)

Right. So, I was about face level with a loli vampire who was about three centuries old. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

"Is there something wrong?" Babette questioned sweetly, blinking at me as she gave a bashful smile. My shift into 'oh shit' mode didn't go unnoticed by her. And I knew better than to think that my reaction would be brushed off by a trained assassin with several centuries of experience under her belt, childish appearance or not.

All I could do was put ...

See No Evil: Pressure (ch.7)

Action movies were total bullshit. John Wick gets shot in the stomach, runs across a city, and kicks ass the entire way? Nah. Not buying it anymore. Each stumbling step sent white-hot agony through me, bay water dripping from my thoroughly ruined suit, as blood continued to flow between my fingers. My heart hammered at my ribs, a shoulder hitting a wall as I made my way through familiar back alleys. 

I looked down at my hand and saw bright crimson, the same color that stained my sh...

See No Evil: Coal (ch. 6)

So, being a drug dealer wasn't all that bad. Honestly, it was probably one of the easiest jobs that I've ever had. I was sent to locations via my handler, who was basically just another flunky that happened to be above me, with a plastic bag with a few nuggets of weed(. Someone came to collect, paid me, and that was that. Even better, by virtue of me not having any interest in the substance, thus not tempted to smoke or steal it, I was rapidly becoming the go-to courier for petty levels of we...

See No Evil: The Right Decision (ch.5)

"I look like a kid wearing his dad's suit," I remarked, staring at myself in a full-length mirror. Penguin had a dress code -- a three-piece suit. It cost a couple hundred bucks, which naturally went to the utterly insane debt I found myself saddled with. My head swam at the mere thought of it, the number of zeros doing horrible things to my heart, but this nightmare refused to end.

"You'll grow into it, kid," Oswald Cobblepot remarked with a laugh as I tugged at the black-tie, loosenin...

Going Native: Sounds of Challenge (ch. 47)

"No." Elery decided with a shake of her head, "No. If you're going then I'm going too." The tone that she adopted was a familiar one -- the one that she used when her mind was already made up and there was absolutely nothing in the world that could change it. I wasn't surprised by it. The exact opposite really. 

"Would you want to leave Mom all alone?" I asked, making Elery flinch as she turned a wide-eyed gaze to Mom, who looked down at the both of us. Her gaze flickered to me, te...

Going Native: Sounds of Family (ch. 46)

I haven’t heard from Vegeta in three years, ever since we last saw each other on Planet Vegeta, and the silence was telling. Ever since I joined the royal family, I would get the occasional message or call, usually in response to me, but in the past three years, there was only silence. Any attempt to contact him went unanswered. Perhaps it was simply a case of him being busy, but giving the timing of the silence, I couldn’t believe it. 

It was weird technically being in charge ...