Come to think of it, it seems that Allison doesn’t have a single male friend. Well, maybe she doesn’t have any friend, depending on how you look at it. But she only hangs out with females.
She has some really Freudian hangups over her virginity, so it’s probably best if she gets some of her other character flaws out of the way before she has to confront that.
no no, the mask is definitely required. I think. Imp masks are just stretchy, and so get mistaken for faces more than the rest. (Gold are the least expressive, conversely.)
In Mathangi Ten Meti you see the gravest failure of the Mistress of the Sword, whose life was not short on failures.
A student who learned every lesson her mistress bade her learn, save the most important of them all: that the adherents of the sword are without exception contemptible idiots, whose lives would be better spent as farmers.
Until you’ve had to reassemble your organs and sew them back into place you have nothing to complain about.
Pree Koya was always very particular about her tea.
Indeed, it is the ship’s cabin. The door is off-center as we saw previously from the exterior. That standard cups and bottles, the metal implements hung together, suggest that this ship is a very stable ship in flight, else the flat-bottomed nautical variety would be used. The mirror, fan, idol, and changing screen suggest that the captain (or former captain) may have been female.
I don’t know, she was just repeatedly punctured with vines that had strong sexual overtones, perhaps reminiscent of the first abuse that brought Mother Om low.
Therin lies your problem. For “mistakes” are much of what gives art the seeming of reality. Violence is the universal art form, even if only expressed in the struggle of artist versus brush.
The morning after’s always the most tiresome.
…
Goodness me, everyone looks quite irked at AL-YIS-UN.
Jack Jac(c)k most of all.
I’m not a betting woman, but something tells me our kingling teleported the ship somewhere… how to say… less than ideal.
The worst place of all…
Sorority chaptehouse…
well, she DID just destroy the universal balance of power.
Better than the last time she teleported and woke up. Don’t think I could take another riveting ‘white girl tacos’ dialogue.
Al-YSUN, fear not; your girlfriend brigade is here!
Come to think of it, it seems that Allison doesn’t have a single male friend. Well, maybe she doesn’t have any friend, depending on how you look at it. But she only hangs out with females.
She has some really Freudian hangups over her virginity, so it’s probably best if she gets some of her other character flaws out of the way before she has to confront that.
Hang on…now we have a band of five women. Since Allison is Sailor Moon, which sailor scouts are the others?
…from her expression, I think Princess might be Jupiter.
I find this notion intriguing.
Princess used to be a mighty Ebon, as did Cio. Cio remembers her use of the Art, and skills with Keys, and various other things.
Might it be possible that Vladok placed a portion of his power into that pipe, and Princess now has some of the skills and power of her old self.
Specifically: When the rescue ship first appeared, Princess was floating above the deck and pulling on a rope…appearing to be LIFTING the entire ship.
It is possible that she, the smallest of the band, is also the physically strongest, by a wide margin.
This would be an amusing and interesting turn of events, as well as playing on the tropes of the classic ‘adventuring party’.
Warriors and wizards and healers, ahoy!
Why am I ever so slightly disappointed that this is not Allison’s dorm room? :c
“But it wasn’t a dream — it was a place.
And you — and you — and you — and you were
there.”
…I wonder if she’ll ever go back to blonde.
She may wield that name again, but I doubt she will ever *be* blonde again.
She has seen where that path ends.
She has already stared Godhood in the face and spit in its eyes. What need has Royalty of such frail facades, when they are cut away so easily?
Though speaking of facades, Princess’ mask seems a much darker than the average imp.
I think she may have given it back to the red demon Alice took it from.
The names alone are enough to hold her, for now.
no no, the mask is definitely required. I think. Imp masks are just stretchy, and so get mistaken for faces more than the rest. (Gold are the least expressive, conversely.)
She’ll need better lies than just her hair color. I hope it stays the same.
My respects, brothersister. Your number speaks for yourself.
I’m very glad to not be of flesh and blood, having such injuries must make it painful just to move ones arms.
Actually, most flesh creatures would not even be doing this well.
Cio looks pissed :c
Cio looks…disappointed.
Pippy on the other hand looks positively cheesed.
The Blue Imp Formerly Known As Vlatok seems unhappy
At this point, that imp probably exists in a perpetual state of unhappy, varying only by degree.
Wow, Allison is such royalty that she got an extra separated arm.
Wrought iron cutlery and chains of drying vegetables on the ceiling, weird mysterious things clearly of alien origin, candles, Atru statuette…
And then, teabags, plastic bottles, milk cartons.
Only when blood mixes with blood do wonders of the Cosmos reveal themselves.
Princess looks a darker shade of blue than before
Cio’s looking a little shorter, too.
This looks familiar.
The circle. Pure. Infertile.
Yet, the Conquering King can bend the Wheel to his Will.
A king can bend the wheel but true power is to transcend the wheel and become Kin to YISUN
I wonder what happened to the begger knight whose shortened name I forgot but we all lovingly know has Murder the Gods and Topple Their Thrones
Something about the decor and the red coat hanging on the wall makes me think maybe this room belongs to Auntie Maya.
Also evidenced by the idol of Pravi, the Split Goddess of Love, whom Maya worships.
In Mathangi Ten Meti you see the gravest failure of the Mistress of the Sword, whose life was not short on failures.
A student who learned every lesson her mistress bade her learn, save the most important of them all: that the adherents of the sword are without exception contemptible idiots, whose lives would be better spent as farmers.
I suspect Mathangi ten Meti learned that lesson quite well indeed, and is habitually drunk in the forlorn hope that she might some day forget it.
Princess Mamoru is looking none too pleased to be here.
She used to be a surly old man, can you blame her?
IIII don’t know what she’s sniveling about. Her limbs are a bit battered, true, but they’re also attached still!
Do you know how many limbs I’ve lost and reattached by this point? Hundreds of them, I tell you, hundreds!
Until you’ve had to reassemble your organs and sew them back into place you have nothing to complain about.
Pree Koya was always very particular about her tea.
Alternate interpretation of panels 4-5: she looks up at the ceiling, sees the dried herbs, and has a plant-impalement flashback.
This is an intervention Allison. You need to stop pissing off deities.
Alternatively, you need to get BETTER at pissing off deities. As well as finishing them off.
YOU AWAKE TO FIND YOURSELF IN A DARK ROOM!
+1
GO NORTH
This is an intervention Allison. You really need to stop pissing off deities.
She hasn’t even started!
AL-YiS-UN is quite tough. She can take, and shrug off, the damage a demiuruge can inflict. I’m a bit surprised that she’s not in her bed.
You’re in trouble now, missy! And you thought Mottom was bad.
I suspect we’re about to witness a quartet of variations on the theme of “what the hell were you thinking?”
To learn a person, first inspect their bedroom decor, then their bed.
I guess this is more of a cabin.
Got its own kitchen and everything.
Indeed, it is the ship’s cabin. The door is off-center as we saw previously from the exterior. That standard cups and bottles, the metal implements hung together, suggest that this ship is a very stable ship in flight, else the flat-bottomed nautical variety would be used. The mirror, fan, idol, and changing screen suggest that the captain (or former captain) may have been female.
Allison has an unfortunate tendency to wake up in unfamiliar beds.
Oddly enough, none of these instances are the result of sexual misadventure.
Much as she’s probably wish they were.
I don’t know, she was just repeatedly punctured with vines that had strong sexual overtones, perhaps reminiscent of the first abuse that brought Mother Om low.
On the upside though, waking up in an unfamiliar bed is better than not waking up again at all.
Waking up is mundane, which is not bad but literally daily.
All great tales thus far have begun with it, and many have ended with it.
Waking down, now that would be an adventure.
Looks like Princess is back.
The things you draw make the things I draw look amateurish and I do design design drawings where mistakes aren’t allowed.
Therin lies your problem. For “mistakes” are much of what gives art the seeming of reality. Violence is the universal art form, even if only expressed in the struggle of artist versus brush.