Sollux Typing Quirk Novels & Stories

Suzy texted, “Hello?” Seeing no response, Suzy sent another message. Liam snapped out of it and quickly typed with his long fingers, “Here.” Suddenly realizing this reply sounded too much like his usual style, and fearing Suzy might recognize him, he added a smiling emoji. Watching the "typing..." indicator, Liam waited, his eyes fixed on the screen. Soon, she transferred him a sum of money. Suzy texted, “Here is the remaining money. Please check if it's correct.” Liam didn't care about the money at all. Without even looking, he replied directly, “It's correct.”

And the way he doesn’t seem to be able to follow simple instructions, even though Alex is explaining stuff to him in the tone of someone who’s ready to bungee jump out of his own life. “—won’t be activated until you enter this line of code.” “I entered it,” Lucien rumbles. “Exactly the way I wrote it here, on this piece of paper.” “I did.” “It’s case-sensitive. Alpha,” he tacks on. Reminding himself that Lucien’s his boss. His very stubborn boss. “The problem is this fucking machine.”

He was wielding a massive hamaxe¹. Will immediately knew he had made a mistake, he had severely underestimated the technology of the Orcs, maybe even this world. He ȧssumed just because the Goblins were this primitive, everyone else wouldn't be too far ahead. [I should have taken them all away, now we're all going to die.] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move.

Positions after positions. Till they both became exhausted.

Lin wrote. “The red and blue buff both belong to the Top Solo,” Bao wrote. “…” Summer wrote. Alex frowned before typing, “That’s my boss, Xyla Quest.” The entire team went crazy in the chat space soon after. “Ahh, I’m sorry! Please forgive me,” Lin wrote. “D*mn, it’s Xyla. I was wrong. You two can decide on how you want to use the resources. We’ll play exactly the way you ask us to,” Bao wrote.

Melody typed rapidly on the keyboard, and a black command window popped up. "Now, enter the password." I took a deep breath and recited a complex password consisting of 19 characters, including both uppercase and lowercase letters, numbers, and symbols. "D... M... G... h... a... n... o... v... e... r... 1... 9... 9... 8... k... l... a... u... s...!" When I uttered the last character, Melody's finger stopped on the Enter key. She looked up in shock at me.

I saw the bodies on the ground, but they were surrounded by a pulsing yellow aura that read [CRITICAL CHARACTER FAILURE]. "What is that?" I whispered, staring at the strange text overlaying the scenes I remembered. "That," she said, pointing at the red text, "is what happens when a character breaks script. That's what happens when the Luna—who is supposed to be soft and compliant and conflicted—turns into a sarcastic wild card who won't play her role. You've corrupted the file."

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Bob spouted while his tail grew more aggressive as it flicked from here to there even harder. “You mean Zed? He was just an acquaintance back when I was still alive” Suyi said with a clear expression that she had felt wronged. Her dewy eyes gradually teared up a little due to the sunlight hitting her straight on her eyes, and face. Seeing her like that made the fox cat’s heart flutter a little, he then sighed to himself and spoke no more, he would only be defeated by her own special way which never failed like always. “Fine, whatever, I don't even care” he said and faced his back on her, stating that he was not in the mood to be disturbed so carelessly.

Lennox said quietly—but with a tone that held no hesitation anymore. Only commitment. Maybe for the first time, truly. Sloane turned back to the screen and opened a new file. In the header, she typed: WC Qualifier – Program Structure / Lennox Graves Marcus slowly stood, refilled his cup, and smiled—not broadly, but like a veteran who knows the weight behind a fighter saying: "I'm ready." The rhythmic tapping of Sloane's finger against the tablet screen was the only sound breaking the morning calm. She entered another filtering parameter for the partner profiles.