Wielder of Names 5-99
Chapter: 5
“Here is my sword,” said Intra. “Your semiotics cannot contain it. Its blade is made of gloaming steel, look how it whispers!”
“But Lord Intra,” said the assembled, “You have no sword!”
“So it is,” said Intra.
-Psalms
Don’t mention the noodle incident.
She told you about the noodles didn’t she! Lies! All lies! We were nowhere near when that happened!
She need to study the art of cutting her hair.
As my esteemed master once said; ohhh shit yo.
Holy shit, I love the beggar knight.
I’m curious, but is that a ley-stone in Maya’s forehead?
Never go anonymously to battle unless you are sure that the universe is in a very, very good mood with you.
Always go anonymously into battle. An entire person is a heavy weight to place on your footwork! Rid yourself of such things beforehand, unless you are nobody, as in the case of this beggar-knight.
As my esteemed master once remarked; ohhh shit yo.
Your master must have been quite wise.
Ah, there is nothing as refreshing as the blunt words of a student of the blade it brings my heart joy knowing when they talk they piss off or confuse 80% of the circle with the truth.
Has she stopped time? Has she the authority to stop the guards? I mean, that’s a lot of talking she’s doing, I’m pretty sure the guards could have caught up by now if _something_ weird wasn’t going on.
They must have regognized Maya.
One does not mess with Maya.
the guards are currently
actively busy soiling
their velvety undergarments
The guards are in the background of the next-to-last panel, waiting discreetly, as is wise when in the presence of a grinning goofball who isn’t afraid of guns.
Now I want to see an Allison vs Mathangi drinking contest (singing optional).
The shit has officially gotten real.
There is no greater sword than words. For one to acquire a sword from words, is by shifting it.
Clever wordplay, or an insight into the Arts? It’s for philosophers to think about, and Artists to bring forth to existence.
Looks like her teacher found her. (Instead of the other way around.)
Alisson needs to cut space time, and she’s a master of cutting. Convenient, though I suspect a different application of the art is about to be displayed.
I think all of us spend a lot of time wishing we were noodle vendors.
…Right?
Yes.
Yes very much.
“I would like to tell you I am a noodle vendor, but alas….”
As the sages of Tee-Gee would assert, this is a warning of the highest sort. Where one chooses to be a beggar to hone their skill, when they could instead be a king, there lies the most dangerous sort of individual, vulgarly known as a “murder-hobo”.
Murder Hobo is the new Beggar Knight
And less vulgarly known as a Mendicant Knight.
As long as Alice keeps to her trend of player character behavior she’ll be fine, I doubt Auntie Maya wants a party wipe just yet.
I like this one already.
Noodle vendor. Hah.
Foremost rule of business, my lovelies. Never be your own best customer. The hours are long and the pay is shit.
Ah, Allison finds a master! A step in the right direction at last.
I am concerned that this figure, as many others, may not present the utmost safety to our noble protagonist.
Am I recalling ‘do not trust anyone’ from the lips of Ciocelle, or is this trope simply of the highest purvasion?
Does she have a magus key or is that just a regular gem?
Auntie Maya is one of the few surviving demiurges outside of the Seven, so it’s possible that it’s the former. We shall see, I suppose.
I’d thought “Mathangi ten Meti” translates as “Mathangi, disciple of Meti”, much like the Arabic “bani”.
Cutting, the primal power of the divine suicide. Fearing it’s greater power, Most direct it outwards towards the universe. They know not the secret name of god.
Only the most courageous practice the holy art of division on themselves, cutting their being into wild and wonderful new possibilities.
A worm wonders if manners get you anywhere in this place.
Topple the gods and murder their thrones!
I wonder what “Kill Six Billion Demons” sounds like in that language.