Recent content by System Error

1244 words worth of new words and edits to the impromptu Malamar fic on the 8th. Then publication! 11 words on the 9th, just Demonic Origins C7 edits. Had to take a break after three days of intense ficcing. 6, 159, 24, 14, and 3 words on the days that followed. The 159 was editing Demonic...

Ayume Carino was resting her head in her hand while sitting slouched across from her date. While she enjoyed the scent of a man, it was too much. The guy smelled like he walked straight out of a sparring session at the derelict Fighting Dojo. On top of that, he brought her to Mick D’s. She never...

I heard Malamar is the new hot thing and this is my response. This uses the characters from my Nori/Prema metaseries because it started off as "what would it be like from the perspective of someone who resists mind control" (Nori) then I came up with actual direction as I went along. Don't...

Well this took a weird turn. 140 on the 1st. This was C6 edits of Demonic Origins, I think. 43 on the 2nd. I think more edits. 5 on the 3rd. Words that exist, basically. 364 on the 4th. Various parts of Demonic Origins, including enough to publish C6. 17 on the 5th. This was the calm before...

An eerie silence had descended upon the Veilstone City trailer park. Nori had to take a deep breath. The cops coming here was old hat, so why was this so unnerving? Was it because it was about a Pokemon? Maybe it was all in his head because he instigated it? Or was it because of the presence of...

455 on the 25th. I started on the next additional scene to Demonic Origins based on how the one scheduled to be last went, added a bit of text to said one, and made a major rewrite to one of the others. Only 4 on the 26th. Something went horribly wrong all of a sudden with one of my teeth...

The Pawniard snickers and shakes his head at Blitz without saying why. Oh, how he would love to explain that the food could be poisoned, laced with sleep powder, or all manners of things. A twisted trap for an unsuspecting victim. How they lack caution, lack imagination. But he wants to keep his...

The nameless Pawniard does not move, continuing to look on without emotion at the Noivern's nonchalant explanation. Then he chuckles. "Oh there is more to it than that, isn't there, sandwich shop owner?" he says with a smirk. His blades weren't the only thing that were sharp. "Let me explain my...

Louis reentered the warehouse with a heavyhearted sigh. There was little within the building except an old table and some chairs they had grabbed off the street and brought over. It was otherwise a wide open empty space. Yumi looked at him as he approached. “So, is Nori coming?” she slowly...

My weekly report: A massive 1586 on the 18th! I finished off the new content in C4, then I split another chapter because I made up a new scene. Okay, it was one I had in mind and dismissed, but I found the idea for it so I went ahead. It's awkwardly split at the moment so it might actually not...

The nameless Pawniard does not so much as move to get what he indirectly asked for. He has yet to complete his transaction. Instead, he takes up the offer to ask questions. "Confirm something to me. Humanity exists in this world, correct?" Almost no one would be able to run a shop if only...

The nameless Pawniard is strangely unfazed by this revelation. It is not only because his leader vaguely spoke of this place before sending him in, but because of the state of the noisemaker's body. He could only speculate why they had changed flesh for steel, but the state of the world matched...

The Pawniard smirks his approval, but only looks at the arm with brief confusion. It is not a gesture he recognizes, but no matter. "Well done," he says without a shred of sarcasm. "You have introduced yourself. But I am afraid I still have no name to give you." He holds that for exactly two...

She was used to stalking through the city. Where to hide, places to run, and how to act natural. She rarely went too far in. This was one of those times she did. The path was narrow between buildings. Few went back here, where enslavers often put waste. She had smelled something. Seeing...

"We have a deal, then." The Pawniard smirked. This was his first time leading a hunt, in a strange sort of way. It spoke to most of the others' characters that they were hopeful to eat without an exchange. "Tell me what I can do for you. I won't ask questions." He had come here for two reasons...