Seeker of Thrones 2-12
Chapter: 2
“And there a bloody compact was made, to seek treasure in the deep and hollow places of the world. And the blood was mixed and thrown on the fire. Iron was grasped, and sweat was wiped from many a brow, for the road ahead was long, and descended far beyond the grasp and ken of happy men.”
– Enyis and the Boar King
aaaaand *thump*
Ah, she’ll be fine. Her head probably hit the padded part of the chair on the way down.
I do believe that thunm/whump is the sound of the AllisonxCio ship hitting an iceberg and sinking.
Sad.
I find your lack of faith disturbing. All I see is Allison yanking Cio out of the friendzone and into the realm of passion, noise and honesty. Troubled waters perhaps, but she’s a fine ship. She’ll manage.
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SlapSlapKiss
To the true shipper, this stuff is only fuel to the fire.
Oh, not hardly, party animosity is always fodder for shippers.
To sink, perhaps, but then to rise –
For worship grows in Cio’s eyes.
All-Yis-Un rules with heavy hand;
On tiptoes does small Cio stand.
A pet, perhaps, she thought to make;
A King she’s found, and no mistake.
A ruler who will stand above –
To inspire fear, but also love.
More like hitting an iceberg and USING IT AS A RAMP TO DO A SICK SHIPSKATEBOARD TRICK.
In Desert there’s a town of trade,
Fuelled by pigs and ruled by Turner:
Break a deal; Face the wheel.
ME, MASTER BLASTER. ME – RUN – BARTERTOWN.
I emphasise the brevity
and cadence of my riddles, see.
But sometimes they’re just too easy.
power drunk freely early in one’s life then seldom later is a drug to make beggars of kings. Power seldom tasted early then quaffed later is a brew to make kings of beggars.
King of beggars, and beggar of kings!
Translation: “Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
*applauses Dune’s reference*
That’s not what he said at all.
Power doesn’t corrupt, it simply allows those who have it to let out their inner corruption. It’s always been there.
What alternative is there, though? Without power, one is little more than a corpse. Only death is pure.
I’m imagining “VERDICT” said in the same tone of voice as “PERISH”.
Omg will “Verdict” become her special attack? Neato
That would be awesome and I think it would work with where her character is going. She appears to be able to understand people and their motivations quite well so Verdict being her ability would be epic.
It most clearly is not. When Mottom says “PERISH” she weaves into it her art, and to the discerning ear there is very much a difference between such commands from displeased masters.
An unlucky servant quickly learns to distinguish between the two.
Jesus I would have thought they were friends by now.
Or at least buddies.
So would Cio.
This presumption offends the Ultra Queen of the Multiverse.
The demon hoped for guarding pet;
A hero, yes, but not an equal.
Her King has not forgiven yet.
Will she ever? Find out in the sequel…
Jesus I would have thought they were friends by now.
Or at least buddies.
Yeah, Allison seems unnecessarily rude >_>
like come on you should be grateful or at least be nice
In her defense, Allison has had a stressful week. Also in her defense, blood loss is a bitch.
This is how friends interact, usually – or, at least, that kind of friends.
Also, this option in dialog is one of the best ways to drag your friend out of miserful moping, if she’s feeling blue for some reason.
Granted, you will drag her into rageful spitting – but that’s a matter for a later discussion over a cup of camomile-and-searing-hatred tea.
Depends on the friend, I think. Cio’s past and personality may make her receptive to it, but the brutalized are like to draw inward, if not shut down wholesale. And beware the romantic publicly spurned and humiliated.
The best kind of tea!
Of course, if you really wish to get a devil to stop being blue, just lop off a few names. What’s the worst that could happen?
Once in the red desert I knew of a man – a wanderer hopelessly lost – who pacted with a devil he found there to survive. A red devil in the red desert. To find strength each evening he would eat a little of the devil’s flesh, drink a little of the devil’s blood, and so when he came to the edge of the desert he was no longer a man. He had no more need for food then, but greatly did he lament his transformation. His tears fell on the empty sands at the edge of the red desert; he begged for release. So his red devil ate him back.
Be certain of a contract’s price,
When filling seed or feeding vice.
Profiteers are seldom nice.
Always love me a heist arc
Al-Yis-Un’s crown! I’m excited to see it fully alight! I’m sure it will outshine all others!
The air of king is not something grown but rather distilled. It is a charisma that beats upon great invisible wings. Surrounding and consuming the lesser beings. It is the result of a hundred choices and a hundred reactions. It is indomitable and is the only thing truly indestructible A true king is always a king, no matter their crown.
She struck some good poses considering she’s missing a few pints. Powered by the divinity in her forehead, or sheer bitchitude, I wonder?
Never underestimate the power of ignorance. You can survive anything if you forget you’re meant to be dead.
There is no need to stop on one or another. Both it is. Our heroine is quite tired with bitchin’ and she had to shake our favourite blue devil from sounding too much like an old fart who hurt Al-Yis-Un.
I like that she has a baby halo in this scene, shows she starting to get confident
YURI FAGS BTFO
>Implying
I’m confident enough in my masculinity that lesbians are just chicks that come in two packs.
I don’t see why I should feel threatened by their sexuality, unless I’m harboring some secret questions about my own. So society’s insistence that I should be panicked always seemed quite insulting.
I mean, I have unlimited mastery of Space-Time, and I’ve reproduced to replacement level. I’d like to think my obligations to evolution are paid.
I’m assuming that she had to do something to get into that sorority, even if it wasn’t enough to make her feel like she’d lost her “stupid virginity.”
I like how, in panel 4, you can see the skin under her bandages glowing white with power. It also looks like a halo is starting to form in panel 6…
In general, Allison seems a lot more assertive, with the Key’s influence. While being more assertive isn’t a bad trait, I also can’t help but wonder how much of it is truly her own personal growth, and how much of it is just the magical side effects of a great power.
I think it might be the other way around: she gets the great power by being assertive.
Mmm, people are noticing that, but doesn’t anyone notice her EYES. Look at them in panel 6. Remind you of anyone? Yep! The one true king of the realm. Her eyes are literally the exact design that his are. Coididence? I THINK NOT!
Royalty can faint whenever they desire, such is their privilege.
Unenthusiastic, unlikely, and uncouth royalty with unimaginable power and unwanted forehead decorations – just like Hellboy!
I just noticed Allison is wearing Goku’s pants.
Do you think he misses his pants?
Chi-Chi doesn’t
Probably. They’re extremely comfortable pants.
Don’t mess with bob-Allison. She is much more formidable than ponytail-Allison. And this isn’t even her final form!
One reminds me of Zoss, the eyes of a conqueror. Royalty, Ruin, and Rudeness were always close cousins and synonyms – Alice-UN seems to be fitting the role quite nicely comparatively to those decadent slugs thinking for that simple boy to be king. It is fitting that only a true sovereign would recognize another, or the Old Tongue saying – “Game knoweth game, thou without hast none to know of.”
Methinks that wise old king Zoss is having more than a little bit of influence on the Rising King. Is it possible his tutorage and advice is waking up something of a darker side to her personality?
Ally’s Bizarre Adventure pose time, right? Alright.
They call humanity Aesma’s Mistake. It seems our ‘Rising King’ is learning a lesson one might expect from Aesma before the blinding: be angry, unpleasant and selfish enough, and you can get whatever you want.
Effective, perhaps. But distasteful. It bodes ill for any who might look to her as their sovereign.
AL-YIS-UN shouldn’t feel too ashamed about forgetting her body’s haemal requirements. Most people I meet seem all too happy to spill their own blood for some foolish cause or another. Such as liberty, glory, or standing in the wrong place and time when the red mist afflicts me. They never seem to appreciate how much they need that vital humour until there’s more splashed over the floor than in their bodies.
Cio must be the strangest kind of aroused right now
See, this is what I was talking about.
I spy the beginnings of an energy crown around her head. Is she coming to grips with the true meaning of royalty?
There be nay theft. The King owneth all she touches.
The inherent problem with having the power of Royalty in a frail mortal vessel that has made no plans for immortality and has no armies to guard it.