Seeker of Thrones 1-2
Chapter: 1
“[…] then there is the one [called] Ghost Maker, a man of great repute and peculiar habit. It is said he is so skilled with an edge, he killed the great iron-skinned Champion of Urash with a scissor blade. None who are present at the duel dispute this account other than to say the scissors also did not survive the conflict.”
– Histories of the Yellow City, volume 4
“Your” ship? By the gods, Allison, you truly are beginning to show the mark of Royalty.
One thing about that: WHO actually stole the ship, and WHO threw the Captain overboard, and was it at the same time? OK, three things.
World Heath Organization vehemently denies your allegations of piracy.
Tell the WHO that this claim is supported by chairman Xi, I am sure they will prostrate themselves for forgiveness.
The Wheel is hers and she’s about to sit in her Throne.
Royalty truly come into their power would likely style it “Our” ship, methinks.
…if the mark of royalty is avarice. I must be blind not to have noticed it before. Allison is approaching the god of the horde. Of course she will be saying “my this,” “my that,” and then rise above that trap. Joy cannot be bought with lucre.
Royalty isn’t about avarice at all. Avarice is a desire to gain ownership of things, while Royalty makes the heartfelt assumption that those things were in fact yours all along.
royalty… government…
‘it’s not my boat by I will kick your ass off of it.’
well can’t steal what what was stolen.
Yes you can.
It’s not theft if you are royalty.
Then its conquest.
One can certainly Steel steel; or I would have no master.
i love this allison
“What followed was the closest to an epic team assembling montage this comic would ever get.”
Alice-un has realized one of the lesser known perks of being True Royalty. Any ship they inhabit automatically belongs to them.
Further, because she is automatically the captain of any ship she’s on, Allison has the authority to oversee a wedding ceremony. Then again, as Royalty, she already had that ability by Queenly right.
*Everything belongs to them!
As with most other things, when royalty come into conflict over custody the item in question tends not to survive the process.
On one hand, I’m super proud of Allison.
On the other hand, come on girl, Nyave doesn’t deserve this.
I know, I thought the the pot was the sleeve of her arm trying to stop al yisun’s scissor arm. Like she was putting a hand on her arm to steady her. Nyave looks so concerned!
Right? Like, I get Allison being suspicious of the other three (even though I love them), but (at least as far as the audience knows) Nyave’s just that sweet, scared girl Allison saved from being Perv Tree King Fertilizer and is repaying her by treating her wounds. Don’t throw HER off!
A true king takes ownership in the same way that a peasant breathes or the Wheel turns: automatically, thoughtlessly, and unstoppably, barring the intervention of a superior force.
If there is superior force, then there is no true royalty
Royalty always ends as it begins, by regicide.
I… I don’t *think* this is what Zoss meant when he said that a King cuts themself into new shapes. But then again, I’m not Royalty, so who am I to argue?
The Makeover Monday of a Demiurge would scour the mind of a lesser witness.
Oh, so you do happen to know my brothersister 46 The Makeover Monday of a Demiurge would scour the mind of a lesser witness?
The day I learned that a Prime angel is scary but a primer angel can be scarier.
Not royalty? What are tha doing here then? Begone, rabble!
Oh, that is Royalty. AL-YIS-UN has taken up her crown, and she has taken everything the Wheel can throw at her today. She is done with all the secrets.
Gods, I love her as a brunette. Screw that blond hair crap. She is the King!
The king makes her first cutting motion!
Wasn’t her first cutting motion when she killed the shit out of that corpse tree?
By my count, this is at least the third. Probably more. The cutting motion must be continuous, after all.
The sanctioned act of Royalty is to cut [hair]
Cio seems genuinely distressed — afraid, even. I suppose when one’s patient is a royal or quasi-royal and thus sustained by the hot breath of violence, the fact that she is bedridden, woozy from blood loss, six or seven feet away and armed only with gauze shears genuinely doesn’t have all that much bearing on whether she could kill you, were she so inclined.
The flavor text of foreshadowing is awful, in the best way.
“Just take it off two inches above my shoulders, please.” Said the doctor’s mistress.
The wife’s lover took the mistress’ head an inch above her neck.
The first rule of ownership is, the ruler owns the ship.
I am so INTO Alisons new idgaf attitude.
This is new? She’s been out of fucks to give at least since she drank a devil under the table.
Also, I’m late saying this, but I’m losing it over some of the angel names in the comments.
Can you give names?
I am eager to see which one of my brothersisters’ names are your favorite.
I’ve got a personal fav in 1337 Facetious Comment Disrupts Gravitas and 342 Annoying Voice Returns to Proclaim the Obvious
I love everyone, but you, 1337, 342, and 90 A Dog Licks Its Backside but Won’t Eat a Pickle are my faves. Every time I see your name, I wonder if the death of at least one of your previous incarnations involved you being chased out of the royal chambers by an angry king with a crossbow.
I don’t think this person is an angel, but I also once saw someone named Bebe, the The Tired Drag Queen You Just Saw Doing a Figurative Line in the Piss-Stained Bathroom of the Cosmos, and I am very sad I haven’t seen them since then.
The legion of apocryphal shitposting angels thanks you.
No, thank YOU.
I feel the same way, i also very much enjoy the prophetic or mystic vernacular that has become a common sight among the comments.
Amusing are we? Who knows. I like my boring styles.
Tis all in good fun until someone looses an eye but that is for a future chapter.
Among the immortal, fun cannot begin UNTIL someone loses an eye.
It is… mildly comforting that my endless suffering is the source of some amusement somewhere in the cosmos.
Alison has found the Sacred Scissors of Retribution that was once wielded by that ancient warrior for truth and senpai – Yandere-chan!
She’ll straight up stab a bitch with those scissors, just like her illustrious predecessor used to do to those who dared steal her senpai. But now instead of senpai there is all the multiverse to win!
Somewhere the spirit of Yandere-chan, the deadliest girl in a sailor suit ever, is smiling. You know she approves of the direct approach.
Cio: I rather fancy you and think you might be able to protect me from other parties who would do me harm.
Princess: I want you to take the names you gave me back.
White Chain: I want to use your power to restore order in the multiverse.
Sacrifice maiden whose name I don’t recall: I owe you some sort of life debt, probably?
….And when Al-Yi-Sun reached her absolute limit with the bullshit, she cut her tresses like a reverse Samson, and laid out the possible futures that lay in their immediate path. Much to their chagrin, her companions understood that she would either carry out her promise or kill herself in the attempt. There was no choice but that their various stories would tumble out….
Oh no, is she going to CUT them out of her life? That’s SHEER madness. She needs most of their help, no matter which way you SLICE it.
Get out.
Your wit is as sharp as a truncheon.
I hate you just a little bit right now.
Threatening her subordinates with destruction should they disobey? It seems AL-YIS-UN holds more in common with the Black Emperors that thought before.
AL-YIS-UN ia not happy.
A blade of its own kind.
AL-YIS-UN is not happy.
Oh God, its my last job interview all over again….
I want to know where you applied at to get a job interview like that…