In fairness, scrambling out of that hole could expose him to immediate danger. And the fight ended pretty quickly. If you aren’t going to be able to contribute to said fight, you might as well just stay in cover. The group will need you healthy and in good fighting condition later.
Every once in a while, one remembers why the Guild gives Incubus homage.
Look at that grin. That is Number Eight, the Rictus of the Incorrect Fountain, performed perfectly.
My father worked at the controls of an array of fabulous devices. Endless panels of switches, knobs and buttons. A wonderland of possibilities for a five year old to explore. They all set something awizz or awhir. And you couldn’t touch ANY of them.
Hmm… Yeah, that Incubus fellah is starting to seem a bit creepy, if ya ask me. Don’t think I care for him much anymore. But I do admire the graphic lesson in Mimic anatomy!
Fascinating. That green clad artisan has yet to even show the faintest sign of surprise. Almost as if he was expecting a trap. Paranoia setting in, unfortunately. Onward, valiant thieves.
Mayhaps he simply knows Yre better than most, and anticipates the worst form or trouble at all corners. After all, is that not why he is a member of our marry band of thieves?
Attempts to emulate profound meaning using single word sentences. Fails.
Blood. Groove. Red and forlorn. Far from home she stood, all wrong, with a mad dogs froth on her brow.
The Beasts died bad, a bad end to a bad life, forged by magic, cleaved by steel. It would rot, not even a tile left to make it meal.
Precept 10. A man who finds pleasure in the result of cutting is the most hateful, crawling creature there is. A man who finds pleasure in the act of cutting is an artisan.
I wonder how long it will be before the devils comment on Allison becoming inexplicably badass for some reason. Cio knows her from before, so she surely noticed, yet she has not done anything about it except include Allison in the raiding party (whereas her original plan had Alli stay on the boat). Why?
She did not kill the demiurge she merely killed her source of immortality get it right. Even then beings of her nature won’t just wither and die because one source of youth got destroyed.
Swinging the sword was easy. Getting a sword that long out of a scabbard on the back with arms that short is what took the fires of will and the help of Incubus. Take a second look and unite humor with violence for healing.
YES, YE KNOWN AS KILL SIX BILLION DEMONS, DRINK DEEPLY FROM THIS CHALICE OF BLOOD AND BECOME ACCUSTOMED TO ITS SWEETNESS. FOR NOT ONLY DO YOU WALK THE KILLING ROAD OF SOVEREIGNTY, YOU DESIRE, IN YOUR HEART OF HEARTS, IN YOUR SOUL OF SOULS, THE SHATTERING OF THIS ROTTING CYCLE OF HISTORY.
AN OCEAN OF ICHOR SHALL BE SPILLED LONG BEFORE THE SEVEN BLACK EMPERORS OF THE MULTIVERSE ARE BROUGHT TO HEEL A’FOR YOUR THRONE OF SKULL AND IRON AND INCANDESCENT WILL. SO DRINK, DRINK! DRINK THIS SWEETEST OF LIQUORS AS YOU LEARN THE WAYS OF KILLING PROPER!
I like to imagine that Mammon’s servants are suprisingly patient with children in the rare event one manages to enter, giving them tour of the outer fortress in attempt to impress upon them the power of accounting as a practice and inviting them to serve the guilds. Like imagine a PBS cartoon with musical numbers where talking furniture teaches the basics of cuthroat capitalism.
Actually, if this is a bank, there really ought to be a coin-op vending maching full of super old gum somewhere.
Sword gets longer as the story progresses. Sort of like the fish I catch. How does she manage to draw (vertically?) a sword with such a long blade? She has to have someone pull it out for her and then hand it over…
Yes, it is pretty weird how she drew it. In addition, we can see the sheath on her back (or shoulder) and this excludes the fact that she could just take it off and draw a sword.
Scabbards for very long swords come in two historical varieties that I am aware of. The first is open along one side for almost the entire length of the blade…Only the last few inches of the tip are held in a ‘normal’ sheath, while the flats of the sheath (while open to the sides) still prevent the bearer being accidentally cut while handling. A strap that can be released with the thumb binds the top of the blade at the ricasso into such a sheath. To draw, the strap is nudged out with the thumb, the blade is pulled upward just a few inches to clear the tip, then swung to the side freely.
The second type is more popular in the east, and when the blade is to be used the entire sword and its sheath are taken in hand, the sheath being basically thrown off as the sword is drawn, or pulled off by a retainer. This is usually only seen with battle swords such as no-dachi…When the battle ends, there will be plenty of time to recover the sheath if the owner survives.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO8yUjG1nXQ
Draw the sword with the scabbard together , then strip the sword from the scabbard in front of you. This scabbard can be called a “Baldric”. Less speedy than a short sword , but just the thing to cleave a desk.
Hmm… If I rightly recollect, it has to do with Mimic’s having to remember all the little details of anything and everything they’ve ever encountered, so that they can rightly duplicate it. All those folds in the gray…err.. pink matter? Yeah, think of it like data storage. Most human-types can store / utilize somewhere around a quadrillion bytes of data – but most of us don’t use it to remember every line or flaw or texture of, say, a desk, or corpse.
Now, me, I think that desk mimic musta been close to 200 years old or better to have grown that big and had a brain sized to match! A prize specimen, for sure!
You paint the most gorgeous carnage. I am eager to find out what happens next.
While part of me is wishing Cio was still wearing layers of floofy clothes, the rest of me is glad she is wearing something relatively easy to clean of entrails and ichor. Good of her to think ahead and wear something practical for the job. I guess it makes sense, since she’s read/wrote a bunch and is the most genre-savvy.
There’s also the whole “criminal mastermind in a previous life” thing, but that’s less relevant to my headcanon and shipping.
Finally allice-un uses the art of cutting
Cio kept telling her to use that damn sword and be a “heroine”
One out of two is worse than she dared imagine.
Nay. The cutting was artless.
Artlessness is the signature of the Belligerent Knights, and all who threaten Heaven.
Practice makes perfect
But effective, which is what matters in the short term.
Absurd as a joke
The chairs must be smote.
Oscar’s like ‘nope.’
I like you.
Man can’t wait to see what other crazy stuff is in each room. This is going to be sick.
Alison looks like she’s going to be sick too.
Oscar is that member of the party that doesn’t waste his hit points but takes a cut of the loot and XP anyway.
In fairness, scrambling out of that hole could expose him to immediate danger. And the fight ended pretty quickly. If you aren’t going to be able to contribute to said fight, you might as well just stay in cover. The group will need you healthy and in good fighting condition later.
He’s been around long enough to know to NEVER take point.
Holy /shit/, Allison.
it took me a moment to realize who that was and that’s what came out of my mouth when I did.
Every once in a while, one remembers why the Guild gives Incubus homage.
Look at that grin. That is Number Eight, the Rictus of the Incorrect Fountain, performed perfectly.
“Nice work you did.”
“You’re gonna go far, kid.”
With a thousand lies and a good disguise…
If I recall correctly the mentor is betrayed by his own pupil by the end of that song.
Two down, 5,999,998 to go?
5.999.999.992 to go.
Her name is not Kill Six Million Demons-
First off, I’m not sure Mimics count as any of the devils, per se, or any other form of demon.
Secondly, you’re off by a few orders of magnitude there.
They’re definitely demons, in that they are godawful and I hate them so much.
Except that would only be 6 Million Demons.
Two down, 5,999,999,998 to go.
Kill 6 MILLION demons? What is this, amateur hour?
That’s just a mimic. It doesn’t count.
That’s 6 Million, if we are going short scale there are 5.999.999.998 to go, and long scale then 5.999.999.999.998 to go.
You’re off by about a factor of a thousand.
How many are there in total, by the way?
What is the name of this comic?
6.000.000.002
My father worked at the controls of an array of fabulous devices. Endless panels of switches, knobs and buttons. A wonderland of possibilities for a five year old to explore. They all set something awizz or awhir. And you couldn’t touch ANY of them.
The princess, in the vault, with the pipe.
+1
The King in the Foyer with the Knife.
Hmm… Yeah, that Incubus fellah is starting to seem a bit creepy, if ya ask me. Don’t think I care for him much anymore. But I do admire the graphic lesson in Mimic anatomy!
“Starting?”
Well, anyone who cuts a mean Bowie should be given the benefit of the doubt 😉
He started off, creepy, dude. All the creep alarms went off the moment he first appeared on screen.
tfw you cut a bitch.
Incubus, stop getting ideas. No! I said stop! Seriously, cut it out. I promise you it will not end well for you.
Welp, can’t say I didn’t warn you…
So…
Is that mutant rapeface directed at Cio, or the mimic corpse?
Fascinating. That green clad artisan has yet to even show the faintest sign of surprise. Almost as if he was expecting a trap. Paranoia setting in, unfortunately. Onward, valiant thieves.
Mayhaps he simply knows Yre better than most, and anticipates the worst form or trouble at all corners. After all, is that not why he is a member of our marry band of thieves?
Crown.
You ok there Allison? Your expression is… worrying.
Allison’s kill count is, as of yet, still low. She’s kind of in shock. As she works closer to her 6 billion kill quota, this will pass.
Plus, she bisected that thing with one slash. The first time doing that is always…intense.
ABSOLUTELY METAL
I KNOW, RIGHT!?
DAMN STRAIGHT, SON. NOTHING LIKE CLEAVING THROUGH SENTIENT FURNITURE TO KICK UP A ROCKIN GOOD TIME.
(Die You Bastard by Motörhead starts blaring out of the ether)
HELL YES!
HELL FUCKING YES!
*Incinerates 440,000 planets in a fire tribute.*
Blood. Groove. Red and forlorn. Far from home she stood, all wrong, with a mad dogs froth on her brow.
The Beasts died bad, a bad end to a bad life, forged by magic, cleaved by steel. It would rot, not even a tile left to make it meal.
YIS-UN’s breath Allison, it’s the first room and you’re already covered in blood.
Don’t worry, it’s not her blood!
Our dear friend Oscar seems less than comfortable in his situation.
Like the Oscar’s face in second panel
That’s generally the face I make when seeing what my subordinates are doing as well. Though usually more things are on fire.
I never knew I needed brutal Allison in my life.
She looks good in red!
Floor demon is watching you cut.
Cheer up emo kid.
I have better reaping to do.
The first of many.
Oh my, it appears that things are about to get FABULOUS again.
Many would think a man of my position would not enjoy such a violent spectacle.
But I’m sure it will be quite some time before our heir enjoys it as much as I do.
Precept 10. A man who finds pleasure in the result of cutting is the most hateful, crawling creature there is. A man who finds pleasure in the act of cutting is an artisan.
I have just chosen you as one of my prophets.
Just keep doing what you’re doing.
That whole deal with a figurative devil is starting to pay off…
Never fear though, it’s all going straight to the tab…
Oscar is thinking ‘What fresh hell did i just stumble into’
Or-!
“That’s not my fetish!”
Oh, those eyes! Oh, the cunning, the scheming, the plotting.
Witness: Pink is Evil.
“Too much pink energy can be dangerous.”
I wonder how long it will be before the devils comment on Allison becoming inexplicably badass for some reason. Cio knows her from before, so she surely noticed, yet she has not done anything about it except include Allison in the raiding party (whereas her original plan had Alli stay on the boat). Why?
How would they?
They’ve only just met her.
There’s something crazy
when none of that number
could possibly call on her.
She killed Mottom herself, no? No help from Incubus there. Drank a devil under the table beforehand, too.
She did not kill the demiurge she merely killed her source of immortality get it right. Even then beings of her nature won’t just wither and die because one source of youth got destroyed.
Perhaps, he intends to recover the Key (if it, indeed, ever belonged to him). Although he could aim yet higher.
Alice received her key from the man who forged it.
All other claimants to her throne are False.
Nobody touches Cio but Allison.
Hoho, the sword has been used.
How’s that power feel, girlie? Nice?
So it only took 275 pages for Allisun to actually use that sword she picked up all the way back in chapter 1.
And all it took was the lighting of a great and terrible fire inside her. Here’s hoping she’ll be its master and not its fuel.
Yes, that is what a sword does.
Swinging the sword was easy. Getting a sword that long out of a scabbard on the back with arms that short is what took the fires of will and the help of Incubus. Take a second look and unite humor with violence for healing.
Incubus is just eating up the all the violence they are dishing out. I just know this can’t be a good sign
Floor Oscar is watching you kill mimics
The lady of the hour and her malevolent fairy godperson. Nice slice.
Also, Princess!
Cio I don’t think that will work since we’ve already established that the floor is also mimics
Hello Darkness
My old friend
I’ve come to talk to you again
The taste is sweet; so alluring.
Hey hey hey! 2/6,000,000,000! and with the sword! first use
Ah, but Mimics are Aberrations and not demons however.
And the tree was a Plant, which is also not really a demon. I think the Demons in the K6BD is used broadly, to refer to any kind of horrific monster.
Two? I only see the one…
The first was the tree demon that gave fruit of youthful vigor.
Just your friendly neighborhood Incubus, stepping in for a checkup.
Heh…Heh, heh hehehehehahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
YES, YE KNOWN AS KILL SIX BILLION DEMONS, DRINK DEEPLY FROM THIS CHALICE OF BLOOD AND BECOME ACCUSTOMED TO ITS SWEETNESS. FOR NOT ONLY DO YOU WALK THE KILLING ROAD OF SOVEREIGNTY, YOU DESIRE, IN YOUR HEART OF HEARTS, IN YOUR SOUL OF SOULS, THE SHATTERING OF THIS ROTTING CYCLE OF HISTORY.
AN OCEAN OF ICHOR SHALL BE SPILLED LONG BEFORE THE SEVEN BLACK EMPERORS OF THE MULTIVERSE ARE BROUGHT TO HEEL A’FOR YOUR THRONE OF SKULL AND IRON AND INCANDESCENT WILL. SO DRINK, DRINK! DRINK THIS SWEETEST OF LIQUORS AS YOU LEARN THE WAYS OF KILLING PROPER!
Hahah, Oscar you glorious bastard.
Once unblood, it must taste sheath?
Ah, so THAT’S what a mimic’s insides look like. Good to know.
Swordgirl does not know how to Sword. Aussi, La fille est gaucher.
I can’t say the decor has improved since their arrival.
Cio quoting EVERY ROGUE IN EVERY DUNGEON PARTY EVER.
Not my Party’s rogue. He usually said something along the lines of “Flank this thing with me!” and then “AAAAAUUGHAWDTHEPAAAAIN”
now the sword falls swiftly
=//=
SMITE ALL FURNITURE!
…MUST TASTE BLOOD. Which means she doesn’t get to smoke her pipe too often without a load of hassle.
I like to imagine that Mammon’s servants are suprisingly patient with children in the rare event one manages to enter, giving them tour of the outer fortress in attempt to impress upon them the power of accounting as a practice and inviting them to serve the guilds. Like imagine a PBS cartoon with musical numbers where talking furniture teaches the basics of cuthroat capitalism.
Actually, if this is a bank, there really ought to be a coin-op vending maching full of super old gum somewhere.
Sword gets longer as the story progresses. Sort of like the fish I catch. How does she manage to draw (vertically?) a sword with such a long blade? She has to have someone pull it out for her and then hand it over…
Royalty is the dismissal of inconvenient realities, so they say.
Yes, it is pretty weird how she drew it. In addition, we can see the sheath on her back (or shoulder) and this excludes the fact that she could just take it off and draw a sword.
She took off the sword *with* the sheath, flung the sheath into the air by whipping the sword upwards, then caught the sheath on its way back down?
The scabbard only needs a slit along half the top edge for it to work. Herd to see if this is the case though
Scabbards for very long swords come in two historical varieties that I am aware of. The first is open along one side for almost the entire length of the blade…Only the last few inches of the tip are held in a ‘normal’ sheath, while the flats of the sheath (while open to the sides) still prevent the bearer being accidentally cut while handling. A strap that can be released with the thumb binds the top of the blade at the ricasso into such a sheath. To draw, the strap is nudged out with the thumb, the blade is pulled upward just a few inches to clear the tip, then swung to the side freely.
The second type is more popular in the east, and when the blade is to be used the entire sword and its sheath are taken in hand, the sheath being basically thrown off as the sword is drawn, or pulled off by a retainer. This is usually only seen with battle swords such as no-dachi…When the battle ends, there will be plenty of time to recover the sheath if the owner survives.
Incubus is such a JoJo character.
He wishes.
Okay, gonna be honest: Is Morpheus using Alice like a Platinum Games character? Does he have an XBox controller just out of the frame?
And this is just the first room. Oscar is already having regrets.
I think Allison should really worry her pretty little empty head after all.
Allison you uh. You got a lil-
n- it’s- just… you’re covered in blood hon
“Don’t worry. It isn’t mine.”
oh well thank goodness for that then
The alt-text is, of course, talking about Blueberries pipe.
One can take pleasure in the act of cutting, but only the most despicable subjects delight with the result of the act itself.
Guts and glory.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO8yUjG1nXQ
Draw the sword with the scabbard together , then strip the sword from the scabbard in front of you. This scabbard can be called a “Baldric”. Less speedy than a short sword , but just the thing to cleave a desk.
That mimic has a surprisingly large brain
Hmm… If I rightly recollect, it has to do with Mimic’s having to remember all the little details of anything and everything they’ve ever encountered, so that they can rightly duplicate it. All those folds in the gray…err.. pink matter? Yeah, think of it like data storage. Most human-types can store / utilize somewhere around a quadrillion bytes of data – but most of us don’t use it to remember every line or flaw or texture of, say, a desk, or corpse.
Now, me, I think that desk mimic musta been close to 200 years old or better to have grown that big and had a brain sized to match! A prize specimen, for sure!
No longer a prize specimen, but two of rather inferior quality.
And this is just the entrance hall, wait until they get further and further in
When AL-YISUN says die, it’s time to have a liedown.
“Gooood. Gooooooood…”
Oh… that makes me remember the first time… ah… the glrious feeling of the first killing… [wait, what Oscar is doing – or not doing?]
Tender as the ballpoint
Sturdy as the Yew
Fend against the writing desk
and try yours not to spew
Here’s to hoping that mimic blood washes off easily
Note to self: do NOT leave the mimics lying around after birthday parties.
I hope the next room is in better condition.
“Once unsheathed, it must taste blood.”
The Gurkhas’ Kukri Knife creed.
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KukrisAreKool
You paint the most gorgeous carnage. I am eager to find out what happens next.
While part of me is wishing Cio was still wearing layers of floofy clothes, the rest of me is glad she is wearing something relatively easy to clean of entrails and ichor. Good of her to think ahead and wear something practical for the job. I guess it makes sense, since she’s read/wrote a bunch and is the most genre-savvy.
There’s also the whole “criminal mastermind in a previous life” thing, but that’s less relevant to my headcanon and shipping.
…I just realized that in panel 4, even the scrolls and papers in the desk’s drawers are mimics. Now that’s the work of a completist.
The deal with incubus may hurt her in the long run but so far I’m not sure she would have survived the last few encounters without it.