Read on the Wiki that they’re a race of book-servants, and that Cio uses that one as it’s intended to be used. Ingsvld was probably a servant too before he found a body of his own to pilot around.
So yeah. Head irreplaceable, body just a fancy car.
CAUTION: You are about to encounter a long string of ‘6 Juggernaut Star is a Tsundere!’ quotes, of which the above are merely a small portion. For those confused, this is due to a minor change in the dialogue in the first panel, the original wording of which has been purged from the mind of YIS and given to the mind of UN.
An angel, so angry, so vindictive? Why?
Hatred takes energy, drive, desire.
Exhaustion, now that revealed a great deal of truth.
Did we not see as much from a different angel’s despair?
I missed the chance to comment on the previous page, but in that and this we actually see the answer to my riddle, I suspect, in a roundabout fashion. If all you need do is drive an angel back, it takes much less force than slaying one.
And speaking of my riddle, from others’ responses it appears I may have misspoken. I forget sometimes that similar words have different connotations. Pray, allow me to pose the riddle again, correctly worded this time.
“It is an effort in frustration to split a cup of water with a sword. Oh, you will split the cup, but the water will simply gather in its time and find another cup. So then, how do you split water?”
… I think I’ve worded it correctly this time, and no, the answer is not turning the water to ice. Pardon my insistence on this, it was a riddle my master posed to me that I fancy, much like all the other riddles my master posed to me.
Uther "Chaos Angel", Least of Jagganoth's Foreservants
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! The answer is simple you see and is as old as all time. For civilizations have risen and fallen at its discovery. You split the very molecules themselves, with explosive results!
Splitting water is easy, you just have to pour it into a river that splits. Water just follows the natural path and if that path splits, so does the water.
I grew up on a steady diet of these in my esteemed American k-12 education. Give me a hard one
Drink it. Your body will absorb part of the water for its own purposes, and dispose of the rest. By the time it finds its way back to itself, you will be long dead.
Such attachments are not part of the angelic nature. We do not engage in epic romances of the red or black types, for our souls are pure of such base tendencies. Enjoyable as they may be.
There comes a time in everyone’s life where you have to ask: “Am I just an inconsequential character following around the main character so that there’s a bloody action scene on demand whenever there’s a confrontation between the main character and a villain?”
Luckily, Meti has graduated from inconsequential character to “rarely appearing supporting character”. yaaaay
It is great hubris to confuse Meti and Maya. Though both are drunken fools who chose the path of the sword. Meti spoke words of wisdom to the young Maya, but our swordsman chose not to heed here warning and picked up the sword instead of some useful tool.
So few of us know our own true faces, and fewer know the face of another. It takes a lifetime to craft the perfect mask to put on display for the world to see, molded over one’s face with either purposeful or accidental guidance. It can be painful to remove the mask, and yet it takes effort to maintain. It is difficult to pry off, for some impossible, and yet in moments of weakness a stranger may see the mask’s grip loose and glimpse the truth one hides, fearful of judging eyes, from the world.
Yep. Someone’s definitely a Ghost Rider fan.
The murder baby survived!
Never count a murder baby out.
Even the stork samurai dude it grabbed previously.
If you thought Abbadon would get rid of a character who’s literally a giant murder-baby you’d be dead wrong.
Ingsvld hasn’t lost his head, I see. A promising start.
He’ll keep it in PRISTINE condition if he knows what’s good for him. I don’t care whose head it is, it is still LIBRARY PROPERTY!
Not so my friend, he simply has a backup head. He started carrying one after a blue devil stole the last one for paper magic.
Actually, Cio’s book belongs to one of his brothers.
A very sad story that.
Indeed. The head of Ingsvld is who Ingsvld is. If anything is replaceable, it is his body.
Read on the Wiki that they’re a race of book-servants, and that Cio uses that one as it’s intended to be used. Ingsvld was probably a servant too before he found a body of his own to pilot around.
So yeah. Head irreplaceable, body just a fancy car.
Someone’s in denial
I see YNGSVLD and the giant baby live.
The giant baby made it!
GIANT BABY LIVES!
GIANT BABY LIVES!
For now.
GIANT BABY LIVES
ALL HAIL THE GIANT BABY!
To flee the Great Enemy is an inadvisable course of action. It is always a step faster than you are.
You don’t need a total mastery of spacetime to realize that they will arrive simultaneously.
I see some teacups survived
The idiot-show will go on!
The parade must go on!
Tsunderewheel!
“I HOPE MY ENEMY-SENPAI NOTICES ME…KILLING HIM!”
It’s not like i wanted to wheel you, b-baka~!
CAUTION: You are about to encounter a long string of ‘6 Juggernaut Star is a Tsundere!’ quotes, of which the above are merely a small portion. For those confused, this is due to a minor change in the dialogue in the first panel, the original wording of which has been purged from the mind of YIS and given to the mind of UN.
The skull, spikes, rage, are all a mask. One that takes effort to maintain.
Makes one wonder.
Mask? Or frame of mind?
An angel, so angry, so vindictive? Why?
Hatred takes energy, drive, desire.
Exhaustion, now that revealed a great deal of truth.
Did we not see as much from a different angel’s despair?
I missed the chance to comment on the previous page, but in that and this we actually see the answer to my riddle, I suspect, in a roundabout fashion. If all you need do is drive an angel back, it takes much less force than slaying one.
And speaking of my riddle, from others’ responses it appears I may have misspoken. I forget sometimes that similar words have different connotations. Pray, allow me to pose the riddle again, correctly worded this time.
“It is an effort in frustration to split a cup of water with a sword. Oh, you will split the cup, but the water will simply gather in its time and find another cup. So then, how do you split water?”
… I think I’ve worded it correctly this time, and no, the answer is not turning the water to ice. Pardon my insistence on this, it was a riddle my master posed to me that I fancy, much like all the other riddles my master posed to me.
Give it more than one place to go.
“If all you need to do is drive an angel back, it takes much less force than slaying one.”
It also has the benefit of not leaving a rapidly exploding shell in your face.
Two cups.
Your master was a wise man. The answer is of course to immerse your blade and walk away from it.
Two answers with the same meaning:
1. Pour half of it in another cup.
2. Drink half of it.
Meaning: Overcoming an enemy that is fluid (an thought, an movement, a religion) is only possible by putting its elements to new use.
Only works if the sword part isn’t important.
The answer is axiomatic.
Two cups.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!! The answer is simple you see and is as old as all time. For civilizations have risen and fallen at its discovery. You split the very molecules themselves, with explosive results!
Do we BIRDS understand?!
Splitting water is easy, you just have to pour it into a river that splits. Water just follows the natural path and if that path splits, so does the water.
I grew up on a steady diet of these in my esteemed American k-12 education. Give me a hard one
You have a box of matches, a candle and a tack. How do you mount the candle safely to your player wall and light it?
The answer is not to glue it to the wall with a dub of wax. That doesn’t work.
Simple: You make a cup to split the water.
Now, of course, this leaves you with a cup of water unsplit.
One splits water in numerous ways.
Moses petitions higher powers.
YHWH is that he is.
Nicholson & Carlisle add salt and apply current.
Hay parts land with water.
Tsiolkovsky unsplits water and goes to space.
Pelton uses concrete and turbines.
In the immortal words of Stewart Griffin, “…freeze the [water] and then cut it”
Drink it. Your body will absorb part of the water for its own purposes, and dispose of the rest. By the time it finds its way back to itself, you will be long dead.
Turn it into oxygen and hydrogen. Done.
“I- I’m not leaving you to your puerile existence because I LIKE you or anything!”
It’s amazing how many of the assembled demiurges see in Cio-vision.
Once you’ve been around the multiverse a few times, you start to look at things from a certain perspective.
‘It’s not like I wanted to spare you or anything, b-baka!’
ITS NOT LIKE SHE LIKES YOU OR ANYTHING, PUTRID HUMAN
I completly haye you, you b-b-b-baka *blushes red*
*burns red*
FTFY
Such attachments are not part of the angelic nature. We do not engage in epic romances of the red or black types, for our souls are pure of such base tendencies. Enjoyable as they may be.
Or so I have heard, anyway.
Bookman lives!
BOOKMAN LIVES!
There comes a time in everyone’s life where you have to ask: “Am I just an inconsequential character following around the main character so that there’s a bloody action scene on demand whenever there’s a confrontation between the main character and a villain?”
Luckily, Meti has graduated from inconsequential character to “rarely appearing supporting character”. yaaaay
She is the Green Ranger. It’s her.
It is great hubris to confuse Meti and Maya. Though both are drunken fools who chose the path of the sword. Meti spoke words of wisdom to the young Maya, but our swordsman chose not to heed here warning and picked up the sword instead of some useful tool.
Old Auntie Look is contagious
Foolishness spreads faster than a cold!
Truly the universe is a great wheel, for all things come full circle. The student has become the master, and repeats the master’s mistakes.
Ingsvld returning,
up from muddied ground; all cheer
for dampened pages!
hah he’s carrying his head
Hey, Samurai Lady survived. Good. I like her. Bug Lady survived too.
“I – IT´S NOT LIKE I OPENED MY HEART TO YOU, BAKA!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pU4RA8L_V4
(Your halo’s slipping down…”
So few of us know our own true faces, and fewer know the face of another. It takes a lifetime to craft the perfect mask to put on display for the world to see, molded over one’s face with either purposeful or accidental guidance. It can be painful to remove the mask, and yet it takes effort to maintain. It is difficult to pry off, for some impossible, and yet in moments of weakness a stranger may see the mask’s grip loose and glimpse the truth one hides, fearful of judging eyes, from the world.