Has the awe inspiring spectacle of diversity that is Kill 6 Billion Demons become so common and ordinary to our jaded eyes that we think a desk lamp is the odd thing?
A few months in the void might be good for us! Set our perspective aright!
Mykos has likely seen a great deal of products coming out of other worlds, in the time it took Mother Om to strip it bare of resources. It’s not impossible for desk lamps to be introduced to a society that uses scrolls.
Indeed, it may just be the Silent Brothers who still use scrolls while the rest of Mykos uses books. Secret orders are well known for their conservative methods.
I find that rather unlikely. I only know of a few ways to do such a thing, and they either require a larger body, or constant attention, neither of which I think is being given to that lamp. No, it’s probably just a technological item from another world.
It may seem to be an anachronism to you, but it seems perfectly reasonable to me. I’m Jewish, and we read from a parchment Torah scroll by electric lights. I think you’d also see something similar if someone was doing traditional Chinese calligraphy.
Kill Six Billion Demons.
Where the most minor character would probably, in reality, be some of the most impressive individuals you could ever hope to come across.
Yet still end up becoming fodder for people who would probably put nuclear weapons to shame.
She is uncomfortable with complements. She is uncomfortable with her own competence. She is worthy only if others insist. She defines her self as a gift for others, a servant. Despite her obvious qualifications to lead, she has decided that she is helpless without someone with the will to rule.
This makes her marvelous in juxtaposition with the King Ascendant. Such great growth potential.
I pray that she encounters hardships sufficient to break her masks so that she might meet herself for the first time and be healed
That’s a coquettish little number called the “I was playing coy and giving you the chance to be magnanimous about this, but I actually have you by the balls, and you have no choice but to accept my offer.”
I’m not sure how well that smarm is going to serve her as an advisor of the goddess of god murdering, but it is nice to see Princess Jack Jack Daniels … Blueberry Esquire sticking up for her. That’s an unexpected alliance that I’d like to see developed.
Amuse one as old as the Wheel and as patient as winter, with your understanding of what blood life so adorably calls “the carnal arts.”
*Harrumph*
–As though the willy-nilly way that blood spreads it’s seeds could be considered artful compared to the infinite variety of ways it can be Harvested. Why half of the whore-pits in Jagganoth’s realms are little more than factories for child soldiers. I remember back in the days of the War of the Demiurges, now there was a time when the Reaping was constantly elevated to new levels of artistry, in both style and substance. Not a day passed without some young warrior inventing a new way to …[this rant continues for some time and never returns to the original topic.]
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Not sure I get Nyave’s reaction in the last panel.
Also, it looks like Allison’s reaction to that was something along the lines of “If you were flying the ship, then does that mean noone’s flying the ship right now?!”
White Chain, while being a sexless angel, it could be argued considers its gender as female as seen previously. Demons seem to change their sex depending on color, and it would appear that the blue classification is predominantly female, save perhaps Number One. Nyave and Allison are both presumed to be female. So yes, one could make an arguable statement that all in this merry band are women.
Stimulate them to invest all their resources in forming and educating their best & brightest. The future leaders, the future geniuses! Polish those gems until the shine brightest throughout the realm! Then gather those who carry the promise to lead, reshape and better society… and then be sure to kill them all.
Though True Royalty reforges the world by will, people like Nyave are the tools that allow the master-smith to harden, sharpen, and eventually decorate their work.
Mother Om knew how to bend material to her will, yet if you keep bending, all materials will eventually snap. She might have had fire, but she never knew how to forge.
Indeed, Mother Om only figured out the most elementary of uses for fire: cooking. And lo, she has cooked and devoured the best and brightest of thousands of worlds.
What a waste. The blood of the educated is little different in flavor from that of the fool. But then, the Silent Brotherhood couldn’t have known Nadia’s intentions, and their effort will serve their universe well, before the end. Of this I have no doubt.
On another note, it seems Jack has lost her ruddy tone since last I looked. Perhaps a note of chagrin that she herself cannot fly the Yamga?
Never offer yourself as a willing servant to another. Always demand to be an equal partner in all of the crimes (legal or otherwise) that you are about to commit, even in the face of God herself. You will do half the work, you will take half the pain, you will be entitled to half the glory and dividends of your ordeal and in the end you can repay your partner’s trust by running off with all the reward money for yourself.
Coming to think of it, that policy might be why I have a bounty on my head on so many worlds…
One of the markings of true Royalty is that they inspire true loyalty. Even ebon devils will bow before the true king, for they command a power far more potent than any art: respect.
The text in the little rectangles is a bit confusing, since it’s first person but then third? I assume it’s her thoughts? Wouldn’t it be “Trained by the Mykossian silent brothers since I was young…”, then?
On ascending the throne of Shouchun King Su Ling turned out his father’s advisers for smelling of ink and musty robes, replacing them with bald faced boys who had not even yet passed the Imperial Examination. Da Bei, Marquis of Wang Commandery, welcomed the exiled scholars to his court and awarded them titles and fiefs. In just two summers Bei’s armies would strike down the court of Shouchun and put an end to the Ling clan forever…
Actually, the key to seizing power is figuring out which of the old ruler’s supporters are essential to his power, and stealing them.
This may create redundancies in your own staff, and the cycle of the harvest continues.
You may also need to adopt some of the policies that led you to unseat him, in order to keep those key supporters from replacing you, and the cycle of the harvest continues.
She will be one day a Queen, and the truest and onlyest Queen in all of throne, far greater than such peasants as Mottom, Mammon, and the rest. You still have no chance with her though.
It is nonetheless true. Mottom is old and scared, she showed this to Allison in the hopes of eliciting pity and sympathy, and to her horror, she got it.
You speak as if her current state of existence truly resembles living at all.
True living requires balance, demands that it be divided into its constituent parts so as not to be one thing through and through, and most of all needs those glorious and heavy things called Will and Purpose to be thrown on its flames to fuel its light.
At least that’s how eye see true living, but what would eye know.
Is… is AL-YIS-UN removing her bandages from the one arm? Forgive me, for I am but an ignorant Aeon, but don’t humans generally need fluids inside their body to function, and operate at less than optimal conditions when perforated with holes.
That said, AL-YIS-UN is being remarkably honest, for true Royalty. She is not a queen, she is a King, and in the Red City that word is without gender.
As a human, I can tell you that yes, they do and no, they don’t. But bandages are also not supposed to be quite so sodden, so I am hoping that she is simply getting them changed. Unfortunately, I doubt it.
A kink involving flying a ship sounds like the sort of thing one might find in the tomes of his most Illustrious Divine Prophet and Nominee of the Brotherhood of Hugo, Lord Chuck Tingle.
Perhaps sibling White Chain expected AL-YIS-UN to panic, or disbelieve, much as she did when they first met in the Red City. Perhaps White Chain thought AL-YIS-UN would desire the power of the Key of the King of Kings. Perhaps White Chain hopes AL-YIS-UN would not wish to give it up.
White Chain may be having some trouble feeling strongly about anything ATM. A proposal: may have been hoping in some vague way that Allison’s typical, needlessly defiant response would change that. Instead, Allison behaved uncharacteristically, provoking only anxiety, the one emotion that White Chain does not need more of.
No martial art yet designed can defeat depression, unless you ask that self-righteous prick, Solomon.
It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…
It’s a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…
I’ve always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we’re together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?
Won’t you please,
Won’t you please?
Please won’t you be my neighbor?
The kindness of these words reaches through the boundaries of time and space. It crosses even the chasm of death to warm my heart with their playful innocence.
Linger long in our memories oh great one with words of healing.
White Chain was explicitly told by her master that Zaid was the one who was chosen and whom Metatron foresaw as the one who would restore throne. She is blinded by the constraints of that prophecy and her loyalty to the concordance such that she does not entertain the idea that Zoss may make choice that neither could foresee. It has little to do with Zaid’s gender, and to the concordance no human has a true right to rule.
I don’t know if this was intentional or not (or if it matters much at all really), but in the previous page White Chain had her right (bare) arm crossed over her left (with the sleeve). It is the other way around here.
Almost certainly. Allison’s peers are members of a closed world, and hardly likely to be the absolute best in their field. Meanwhile, Nyave has had the knowledge and wisdom of 111,111,111 worlds (some of which are probably at least at Allison’s Earth’s technology level, if not greater) poured into her head, in competition with, literally, her entire world. She is in (at the most) the top ten in her field of study, and she’s likely a panologist.
4,899 Multiverse Begs For Permanent End To This Idiot
For such a long time, Om fed the best and the brightest of the children of worlds as fertilizer to her husband. A magnitude of loss and pointless waste that defies the ability to comprehend.
So they have electric desk lamps in Mykos? I’ve been wondering how long it would be until we saw people from the demiurges’ worlds using electrical appliances.
Sometimes the comments here are more inspiring and interesting than the comic itself (which is an amazing feat, as the comic is just THAT interesting.)
I love this site. Not just the comic, but this site. Keep up the wonderful stuff, folks.
1) She is actually piloting the ship RIGHT NOW. It’s only a strain when she has to do something hard. Like politely convince a wounded new King with a lot on her mind that they shouldn’t chuck the pilot of the craft out of it while it is in motion.
2) Praise and validation for being a competent multi-disciplinary academic badass is awesome, because I bet in spite of her rigorous training it’s hard to come by. It’s also what got her sent to Mottom’s city. It feels good but, in light of recent events, maybe terrifying?
3) Alison’s reaction is FUNNY. It’s probably not wise to laugh in the presence of someone who flipped the bird to Mother Om and got away with it until Nyave gets to know her just a little better.
…You know. Like you do, when in the presence of Royalty.
Throne, of course, has an innumerable number of secret societies, sects, and organizations, each with their own hopelessly arbitrary codes, customs, and regulations. It is strongly recommended that you don’t even bother trying to gain any especially attached affiliation with any of them- it is hard to imagine it could ever be worth the hassle. It’s just a downright silly concept, if you think about it- if any group ever had the power to do anything important beyond the watch, rule, or approval of the Seven, you could bet a hundred-fold your weight in black glass they wouldn’t exist by next week.
I believe the record for most memberships to secret societies held by a single person was held by an immigrant whose name is now physically unpronounceable in the universe- once his “brothers” found out that he was an agent of over three-dozen different orders, he was cursed so vigorously and repeatedly that his very presence in space-time, forwards and backwards, was smudged into oblivion. Well, maybe it was a he. The stain that was left behind has since faded, and it wasn’t particularly clear even when it was fresh. The only ones who might know anything about it now, certainly aren’t telling.
Peter D’Vie-n, Informant, Blabbermouth, Villein of Throne
I can see why murdering the gods and toppling their thrones is a good thing now; such wastrelry for such an ignoble purpose such as immortality. Tsk, tsk…
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But only the very best daughters.
You must refine, anneal and sharpen them, in the same way you would a blade.
How else will you draw anything of value from the ashes, after the thirsting gods have drunk their fill?
Not that it matters. There is always the next harvest.
The lamp in panel eight appears out of place next to the papyrus scroll.
Has the awe inspiring spectacle of diversity that is Kill 6 Billion Demons become so common and ordinary to our jaded eyes that we think a desk lamp is the odd thing?
A few months in the void might be good for us! Set our perspective aright!
Mykos has likely seen a great deal of products coming out of other worlds, in the time it took Mother Om to strip it bare of resources. It’s not impossible for desk lamps to be introduced to a society that uses scrolls.
Indeed, it may just be the Silent Brothers who still use scrolls while the rest of Mykos uses books. Secret orders are well known for their conservative methods.
Maybe the lamp is powered by the Art.
I find that rather unlikely. I only know of a few ways to do such a thing, and they either require a larger body, or constant attention, neither of which I think is being given to that lamp. No, it’s probably just a technological item from another world.
You want her to read in the dark? How cruel
It may seem to be an anachronism to you, but it seems perfectly reasonable to me. I’m Jewish, and we read from a parchment Torah scroll by electric lights. I think you’d also see something similar if someone was doing traditional Chinese calligraphy.
The lamp is a fellow student. You may recognize him from the works of the great playwright Pi’xar.
Are you questioning the methods of the Silent Brothers?
Name and reincarnation number doesn’t check out.
On many worlds, it is traditional to name your children as if they were angels.
Stair related accidents are linked to numbers with the digits 314 and 612 — it is practically a mathematical law.
Hey, White Chain has a “teevee” in her apartment back in Throne.
(I’m not entirely sure what that is. I’m told it’s somehow used to make pictures move)
If it makes you feel any better, it’s probably full of luminescent wyvern piss or something.
I’d never thought to be glad that finishing my degree got me a diploma instead of getting fed to an undead pelvis tree, but now i am.
It could be worse, you could get a desk job out of it.
The knowledge that Father Om has consumed is irreplaceable. Truly indulgent is Mother Om.
Kill Six Billion Demons.
Where the most minor character would probably, in reality, be some of the most impressive individuals you could ever hope to come across.
Yet still end up becoming fodder for people who would probably put nuclear weapons to shame.
Such is the backwards nature of Empires.
White Chain *is* a nuclear weapon.
Only the true Royalty denies their divinity!
I’m not quite sure what she means by that face.
She is uncomfortable with complements. She is uncomfortable with her own competence. She is worthy only if others insist. She defines her self as a gift for others, a servant. Despite her obvious qualifications to lead, she has decided that she is helpless without someone with the will to rule.
This makes her marvelous in juxtaposition with the King Ascendant. Such great growth potential.
I pray that she encounters hardships sufficient to break her masks so that she might meet herself for the first time and be healed
That’s a coquettish little number called the “I was playing coy and giving you the chance to be magnanimous about this, but I actually have you by the balls, and you have no choice but to accept my offer.”
I’m not sure how well that smarm is going to serve her as an advisor of the goddess of god murdering, but it is nice to see Princess Jack Jack Daniels … Blueberry Esquire sticking up for her. That’s an unexpected alliance that I’d like to see developed.
Ah, a child of summer. That, young Reaper, is the gaze of one anticipating that the discussion must soon turn to the carnal arts.
…
….
Please, define the word coquettish.
Amuse one as old as the Wheel and as patient as winter, with your understanding of what blood life so adorably calls “the carnal arts.”
*Harrumph*
–As though the willy-nilly way that blood spreads it’s seeds could be considered artful compared to the infinite variety of ways it can be Harvested. Why half of the whore-pits in Jagganoth’s realms are little more than factories for child soldiers. I remember back in the days of the War of the Demiurges, now there was a time when the Reaping was constantly elevated to new levels of artistry, in both style and substance. Not a day passed without some young warrior inventing a new way to …[this rant continues for some time and never returns to the original topic.]
I’m not quite sure what she means by that face. (I’m also not quite sure whether this comment was already posted or not? It’s not showing anything…)
This is normal. All is well. All statements must be seen by our dear host Abaddon (or perhaps an intermediary) before becoming visible to the world.
Repetition is the path to mastery
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It was. That’s bizarre.
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Everybody has to learn about the comment moderation que once. Don’t worry about it.
Feed your best and brightest to a tree. Om know how to make her kingdom great agains.
I’m going to build an immortality tree, and it’s going to be a great tree. It won’t be a giant penis, that I can assure you.
–and I’m going to make Jaggonoth pay for it.
The mortals aren’t sending their best, So we’ll have to make the city float.
Something about that very normal and mundane desk lamp tickles me.
Abbadon, if you ever kill off Nyave i will riot!
Not sure I get Nyave’s reaction in the last panel.
Also, it looks like Allison’s reaction to that was something along the lines of “If you were flying the ship, then does that mean noone’s flying the ship right now?!”
I think Nyave’s embarrassed by her own skills, and doesn’t know how to behave in front of TRUE ROYALTY
But that’s what I get from this page alone, our dear master Abbadon said that we will understand with the next offering
I doubt there is anyone in all the rotting worlds who knows how to behave before True Royalty. Nyave should write a book.
Nyave’s a genius, hell yeah hell yeah. I like her even more, Alison needs a level head around.
What wonderful Women are here. Magnificent all…
But only two of them are women…
White Chain, while being a sexless angel, it could be argued considers its gender as female as seen previously. Demons seem to change their sex depending on color, and it would appear that the blue classification is predominantly female, save perhaps Number One. Nyave and Allison are both presumed to be female. So yes, one could make an arguable statement that all in this merry band are women.
Keeping a society suppressed & stumbling 101:
Stimulate them to invest all their resources in forming and educating their best & brightest. The future leaders, the future geniuses! Polish those gems until the shine brightest throughout the realm! Then gather those who carry the promise to lead, reshape and better society… and then be sure to kill them all.
Though True Royalty reforges the world by will, people like Nyave are the tools that allow the master-smith to harden, sharpen, and eventually decorate their work.
Mother Om knew how to bend material to her will, yet if you keep bending, all materials will eventually snap. She might have had fire, but she never knew how to forge.
Indeed, Mother Om only figured out the most elementary of uses for fire: cooking. And lo, she has cooked and devoured the best and brightest of thousands of worlds.
What a waste. The blood of the educated is little different in flavor from that of the fool. But then, the Silent Brotherhood couldn’t have known Nadia’s intentions, and their effort will serve their universe well, before the end. Of this I have no doubt.
On another note, it seems Jack has lost her ruddy tone since last I looked. Perhaps a note of chagrin that she herself cannot fly the Yamga?
In the Reaping of All Blood I have lost any taste for it. Just as well ask a man what his own tongue tastes like.
Still, Hastet Om was a man with… specific tastes, in his wives.
Never offer yourself as a willing servant to another. Always demand to be an equal partner in all of the crimes (legal or otherwise) that you are about to commit, even in the face of God herself. You will do half the work, you will take half the pain, you will be entitled to half the glory and dividends of your ordeal and in the end you can repay your partner’s trust by running off with all the reward money for yourself.
Coming to think of it, that policy might be why I have a bounty on my head on so many worlds…
One of the markings of true Royalty is that they inspire true loyalty. Even ebon devils will bow before the true king, for they command a power far more potent than any art: respect.
It helps that they can rip your mask off and feed it to you if you displease them.
That is how one earns respect from a devil.
I…I can’t read that face on the last panel. Is she happy? Being coy? Relieved at not being thrown off the ship? :/
All of the above.
The Cleric has joined the Party.
[x] Bard
[x] Monk
[x] Cleric
[ ] Wizard
[x] Paladin/Sorceress/DM’s GF
I think Cio cross-classed Wizard, Bard, and Thief. While Nyave seems more like a skillmonkey build, get that girl a utility belt!
Isn’t cross classing wizard, Bard and Thief still just a Bard?
[x] Custom class that invalidates all the others
[]Skeleton
Nyave a cute! C U T E!
The text in the little rectangles is a bit confusing, since it’s first person but then third? I assume it’s her thoughts? Wouldn’t it be “Trained by the Mykossian silent brothers since I was young…”, then?
I suspect we hear the voice of our resident booze-devil.
It’s the punctuation that is wrong.
“Not a servant then. An advisor.”
Should read, “Not a servant then; an advisor.”
A comma, ellipsis or colon would also be okay, if you are some kind of Angry Flower that hate subtlety in punctuation.
The period indicates a full stop, which is weird when the sentence resumes on the next panel, in a different room and a different type of bubble.
Leaving the thought hanging would prepare the reader to be looking for the continuation of the thought, and it would be less jarring.
O Alysoune! Be ye ware
Honoure hath cast Kynges low.
“But if you’re here, and she’s here, and they’re here too, then who…?!
A debt can be a heavy weight,
but a bond can give both parties lift.
Recall Mayhew’s and Ford’s.
Brave Nyave You know not your value to them. You do as you must and sail on.
Advisors are like underwear. Never get yours second-hand.
On ascending the throne of Shouchun King Su Ling turned out his father’s advisers for smelling of ink and musty robes, replacing them with bald faced boys who had not even yet passed the Imperial Examination. Da Bei, Marquis of Wang Commandery, welcomed the exiled scholars to his court and awarded them titles and fiefs. In just two summers Bei’s armies would strike down the court of Shouchun and put an end to the Ling clan forever…
Actually, the key to seizing power is figuring out which of the old ruler’s supporters are essential to his power, and stealing them.
This may create redundancies in your own staff, and the cycle of the harvest continues.
You may also need to adopt some of the policies that led you to unseat him, in order to keep those key supporters from replacing you, and the cycle of the harvest continues.
Well, her face on the last page…
And Princess is the only male character in the team? I realy enjoy the team finally united, but isnt one cutting one still missing 😀 ?
Princess probably became female after the binding and naming; most blue demons are.
Just checked, and two pages back Cio refers to Princess as ‘her’. So yeah, no boys so far in Allison’s growing entourage.
most Blue imps are female, though.
Cio refers to Princess Freddy Mercury as ‘her’ a few pages back. Granted, with demons gender is a very difficult thing to keep track of.
Princess is currently female. Devils are chaotic, and only masks and names cement things like gender.
She’s no queen, for she is True Royalty, and True Royalty does not command; it is obeyed.
Yet in my heart she’s my Forever Queen <3
She will be one day a Queen, and the truest and onlyest Queen in all of throne, far greater than such peasants as Mottom, Mammon, and the rest. You still have no chance with her though.
she could use
a parrot and
eyepatch, arr
HAAAA desk lamp!
“She’s just a scared old woman.”
To speak of a living foe so dismissively, it’s concerning.
It is nonetheless true. Mottom is old and scared, she showed this to Allison in the hopes of eliciting pity and sympathy, and to her horror, she got it.
You speak as if her current state of existence truly resembles living at all.
True living requires balance, demands that it be divided into its constituent parts so as not to be one thing through and through, and most of all needs those glorious and heavy things called Will and Purpose to be thrown on its flames to fuel its light.
At least that’s how eye see true living, but what would eye know.
And if you don’t let her join she’ll turn this ship right back around lil missy.
Princess Mamoru is cute
Is… is AL-YIS-UN removing her bandages from the one arm? Forgive me, for I am but an ignorant Aeon, but don’t humans generally need fluids inside their body to function, and operate at less than optimal conditions when perforated with holes.
That said, AL-YIS-UN is being remarkably honest, for true Royalty. She is not a queen, she is a King, and in the Red City that word is without gender.
You are not mistaken, Honorable Aeon. Humans do, indeed, need all their fluids on the inside.
I had thought this also, my sibling. Certainly there are reasons those are referred to as ‘vital fluids’…
As a human, I can tell you that yes, they do and no, they don’t. But bandages are also not supposed to be quite so sodden, so I am hoping that she is simply getting them changed. Unfortunately, I doubt it.
The young lady looks like she just discovered a kink.
A kink involving flying a ship sounds like the sort of thing one might find in the tomes of his most Illustrious Divine Prophet and Nominee of the Brotherhood of Hugo, Lord Chuck Tingle.
I like lamp.
I’m really not understanding the last panel. Seems very non-sequitur.
Digging the silent brothers’ task lamp though. Apparently mathematics is a popular pursuit on backwater worlds.
I wonder what White Chain was expecting Allison to do.
Perhaps sibling White Chain expected AL-YIS-UN to panic, or disbelieve, much as she did when they first met in the Red City. Perhaps White Chain thought AL-YIS-UN would desire the power of the Key of the King of Kings. Perhaps White Chain hopes AL-YIS-UN would not wish to give it up.
Perhaps.
White Chain may be having some trouble feeling strongly about anything ATM. A proposal: may have been hoping in some vague way that Allison’s typical, needlessly defiant response would change that. Instead, Allison behaved uncharacteristically, provoking only anxiety, the one emotion that White Chain does not need more of.
No martial art yet designed can defeat depression, unless you ask that self-righteous prick, Solomon.
Is that a duck-face?
All this knowledge and they would have her be a sacrifice? Such a waste!
Ah, Alison. Royalty needs not approval.
“Glasses on, or off?”
“Off please.”
“Too bad.”
It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…
It’s a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…
I’ve always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we’re together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?
Won’t you please,
Won’t you please?
Please won’t you be my neighbor?
The kindness of these words reaches through the boundaries of time and space. It crosses even the chasm of death to warm my heart with their playful innocence.
Linger long in our memories oh great one with words of healing.
“She’s just a scared old woman.”
See how casually the judging words of the true Royal cut through the majesty of false divinity? Cutting motion. Cutting motion.
The angel is yet blind to the ROYALTY in its presence, thinking that only a man might have the right to rule.
White Chain was explicitly told by her master that Zaid was the one who was chosen and whom Metatron foresaw as the one who would restore throne. She is blinded by the constraints of that prophecy and her loyalty to the concordance such that she does not entertain the idea that Zoss may make choice that neither could foresee. It has little to do with Zaid’s gender, and to the concordance no human has a true right to rule.
Still, not having a face probably doesn’t help.
I don’t know if this was intentional or not (or if it matters much at all really), but in the previous page White Chain had her right (bare) arm crossed over her left (with the sleeve). It is the other way around here.
Wow! There’s another being that can be called ‘normal’.
All others seem to be at least partially insane, crazy or nuts.
Tread carefully. The Huckster’s Guild enforces trademark disputes without concern for collateral damage.
Never throw a helmsman overboard.
It’ll only bring storms.
The pilot grips the cannon ball
he’s called a curse and brought a stall
he steps forwards, meaning well to fall.
The most dread member of any group of protagonists: the one who knows Literally Anything, At All
Rare are the learned who when they are learned humble themselves enough to seek wisdom.
They can’t know you’re planning to kick them into the path of an oncoming boulder once they become too insufferable.
Now that Al-YIS-UN has left behind her more immature aspect, she desires a different sort of guidance counselor.
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I cannot overstate the importance of a good pilot.
I somehow wonder if her education is actually so much better than one of Allison’s peers who happens to be a nursing major.
Almost certainly. Allison’s peers are members of a closed world, and hardly likely to be the absolute best in their field. Meanwhile, Nyave has had the knowledge and wisdom of 111,111,111 worlds (some of which are probably at least at Allison’s Earth’s technology level, if not greater) poured into her head, in competition with, literally, her entire world. She is in (at the most) the top ten in her field of study, and she’s likely a panologist.
Nyave seems to have similar education to Allison. Best friends best friends best friends best friends! Also looking forward to Cio’s explanation.
Only the best for Mother Om… and all she did with all that was gut ’em and feed them to her zombie tree husband -_-
What’s with that face
For such a long time, Om fed the best and the brightest of the children of worlds as fertilizer to her husband. A magnitude of loss and pointless waste that defies the ability to comprehend.
Aaah, of course, the hidden gem shows its promise. I’m sure we’ll se more of her later on.
Chekhov tries to dictate with firearms
Gibson sees him off with a throwing star.
But yeah, I think I agree.
Allison may not know that her homeword has 1,000+ HP Allison V12 Engines.
Just noticed, Princess’ speech bubbke is white. That on purpose?
Ah good, the angsty teenager phase has come to and end, now then LETS KILL 6 BILLION DEEEEEEMOOOOONS
So they have electric desk lamps in Mykos? I’ve been wondering how long it would be until we saw people from the demiurges’ worlds using electrical appliances.
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Re: Theories on the look on Nyave’s face:
1) She is actually piloting the ship RIGHT NOW. It’s only a strain when she has to do something hard. Like politely convince a wounded new King with a lot on her mind that they shouldn’t chuck the pilot of the craft out of it while it is in motion.
2) Praise and validation for being a competent multi-disciplinary academic badass is awesome, because I bet in spite of her rigorous training it’s hard to come by. It’s also what got her sent to Mottom’s city. It feels good but, in light of recent events, maybe terrifying?
3) Alison’s reaction is FUNNY. It’s probably not wise to laugh in the presence of someone who flipped the bird to Mother Om and got away with it until Nyave gets to know her just a little better.
…You know. Like you do, when in the presence of Royalty.
Throne, of course, has an innumerable number of secret societies, sects, and organizations, each with their own hopelessly arbitrary codes, customs, and regulations. It is strongly recommended that you don’t even bother trying to gain any especially attached affiliation with any of them- it is hard to imagine it could ever be worth the hassle. It’s just a downright silly concept, if you think about it- if any group ever had the power to do anything important beyond the watch, rule, or approval of the Seven, you could bet a hundred-fold your weight in black glass they wouldn’t exist by next week.
I believe the record for most memberships to secret societies held by a single person was held by an immigrant whose name is now physically unpronounceable in the universe- once his “brothers” found out that he was an agent of over three-dozen different orders, he was cursed so vigorously and repeatedly that his very presence in space-time, forwards and backwards, was smudged into oblivion. Well, maybe it was a he. The stain that was left behind has since faded, and it wasn’t particularly clear even when it was fresh. The only ones who might know anything about it now, certainly aren’t telling.
Peter D’Vie-n, Informant, Blabbermouth, Villein of Throne
Wow, all that training, just to get eaten. What a horrendous waste. Hmm, but is Nyave truly content to simply latch onto the coattails of Divinity?
Also, Nyave looks a lot like Human!White Chain. Or maybe that’s just me.
I saw the best minds of my generation hung by their feet to let the blood drain from their sliced throats.
You know, I don’t remember this much hubbub about the TV in White Chain’s house two books back. At least not as much as that Panel 8 Lamp. 😛
I can see why murdering the gods and toppling their thrones is a good thing now; such wastrelry for such an ignoble purpose such as immortality. Tsk, tsk…
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