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Cynthia | Lady Tomb | Tombsy: This could be your last meal, Zoë. I'm sorry it's only oatmeal. I wish Gwynn was awake to have some. Written on Gwynn's forehead: Occupatum -- Zoë: You don't know what you started. She might be asleep for a long time, "Tombsy". Cynthia | Lady Tomb | Tombsy: /Heh/, despite Wilcott caling me that, /Tombsy was my father./ A master of occult and aircraft alike. -- Zoë: A strange combination. Cynthia | Lady Tomb | Tombsy: Knowing you can magically affect your destiny really helps when you're in a sixteen ton hunk of metal twenty thousand feet in the air. You can call me Thea. Or Lady Tomb if you like. Zoë: Thanks. Hungry? -- (Zoë tosses the bowl of oatmeal at Tombsy's face and lunges at her with the spoon; Tombsy magically blocs the attack) -- (The bowl of oatmeal and the spoon fall uselessly to the table...) <***SPLAT!***> <*(*)CLATTER(*)*> -- Cynthia | Lady Tomb | Tombsy (shaking her forefinger in the 'mother - no!' gesture): Uh-uh-*ah*uh! <musical note> (*)tsk tsk(*) | This reafirms [sic: should be "reaffirms"] what I've known. -- Cynthia | Lady Tomb | Tombsy (magically pushing Zoë back into her chair): Wilcott wants you *dead.* He thinks everyone /under/estimates you. I think they *over*estimate you. You've gained the title "Stormbreaker" and have put the cork in the bottle of the End Demon twice now. But with /how much/ effort? I mean /besides/ slinging oatmeal. <**SLUMP!** === NOTE: Ref: (_Cynthia_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-07-04>)*Thea* is not _Sin'Thea La'Mort_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=70#2017-04-04>. Admittedly I should have planned that better. *Anywho,* it's two different women. | Flag | ||||
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-- <**FLASH**> <*CLICK!*> <WRRR...> -- (A Polaroid of Tombsy, Qaboos, and Wilcott Wilden) -- Qaboos: I am not sure if this is the greatest, but books /that old/ in /that good/ of a condition? Wilcott: I'm more interested in that box we found with the books. Kira: You and I should put our heads together and figure out how to open it! -- Wilcott: Actually, Kira, why don't you go back and finish the cataloging? We're going to vastly expand the sinkhole digging tomorrow, and we on't want to fall behind! Kira (wide-eyed): *Oh...?* -- Kira: /Oh./ OK Dr. Wilden. Tombsy: I'll walk her out! -- Tombsy: Kira, you need to stop hitting on Wilcott. Kira: Huh? I... I wasn't... Tombsy: Listen! He had this problem with his last assistant. Charming as he is, his family comes first. -- Tombsy: I mean Archaeology comes *first.* -- Tombsy: And I mean /*First*/-first. Like *way first* over any people. -- Tombsy: But your your [sic: only one 'your'] heart's going to get broken an send your career into a nosedive. Kira: You're... right. What was I thinking? /Thank you/ for looking out for me, Tombsy! -- Tombsy (tipping his hat as Kira sulkily walks away): Of course! With all the crazy capers Wilcott gets us into, we've gotta look out for each other. | Flag | ||||
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<*G-ooush*> Will (into the communication device): And... /and Chilus also executed Qaboos./ Tombsy (over the communication device): /What?!?/ | (*)*SOB*(*) -- Tombsy (over the communication device): *Oh, oh my God, Will,* I'm so sorry. *(*)SOB(*)* Will (into the communications device): He asked of you... ...asked if you were still flying, of all things. -- Tombsy (over the communication device): (*)sniff(*) At least he's with dad now. | /*I'm going to rip Chilus in two.*/ (Skip wraps a gooey hand around Will's neck) Will: I'd like to be there for that. Hold on! -- Will (removing the slithery tentacle that has become Skip's arm): Skip, please don't make me destroy you. Skip: I had no idea how deep your treachery went. -- Will: 'The Cult' and 'The Release' are two arms of the same organization. The rivalry worked to keep you demons warring on each other while we mortals pulled the strings. But the time for the ruse is over. In fact the ruse itself with Chilus' ambition ruined this day. But tomorrow is a new day. /*Are you in or out?*/ -- Skip (returning to human form): I'm too far in to quit now. Will: I know exactly what you mean. -- Will (into the communication device): We need extraction. Tombsy (over the communication device): Give me two hours. -- Will: Two hours? You're incredible. Your father would be so proud. Thanks Tombsy. === NOTE: Tombsy Ref: (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130515>) | (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20131125>) The Cult and The Release (_panel 5_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20140206>) Random _Ref_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/140227>. | Flag | ||||
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Tombsy (off panel; over the phone): Wilcott, where are you? Wilcott Wilden: Three miles off the turnpike. The police found my care. No sign of them. -- Tombsy (off panel; over the phone): We're getting closer to the appointed hour, Wilcott. And Gwynn and The Book are just... gone? They were in your house and you /*didn't know?*/ Wilcott: I have no idea why they'd be there, Tombsy. I'll review the security footage. -- Tombsy (off panel; over the phone): Chilus' compliance wont [sic: should be "won't"] go beyond the appointed time. If this doesn't work out, you will have released our greatest enemy in Chilus. Wilcott: We both agreed to this, Tombsy. -- Wilcott: We will find Gwynn, and The Book. We shall join the multitude at the appointed time, and aid the representative in completing the ritual. *And Poopypants will be free.* -- (Silence.) -- Tombsy (off panel; over the phone): Gwynn deserves a slow painful death for renaming our end-demon 'Poopy-Pants'. But names have power, and soon so shall we. Wilcott: I don't care about power. I just want to protect my loved ones in the coming apocalypse, including you. -- Wilcott: And we're *all* doing our best to avoid 'what we deserve'. === NOTE: Ref: _Wilcott last seen_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2020-11-12>. | Flag | ||||
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<**fwump!**> Aylee (annoyed): Typical. Torg: Riff, put that away. -- Torg: Aylee, we'll talk later. /*Please*/ get out of my way. Aylee: Are you asking so nice because I'm too strong to be pushed aside, like you /normally/ do? Aylee: Oh, I don't /*exist*/ until you need me, then you expect me to *drop everything* and do *whatever* you say. -- Tombsy (wearing a gas mask and holding up the Book of E-ville): See, Wilcott? We have the Book, just in time. Thanks to me. Wilcott (also in a gas mask and carrying a sleeping Zoë): It was Chilus' agent who tipped us off, Tombsy. -- Tombsy: I laid the *trap!* /Jzaxil,/ is the teleportation spell ready? Jzaxil: Yes, Mistress Tomb. -- Torg (ducking a punch from Aylee): Wait... That's... /Smoke in the building? *Riff!*/ Bun-Bun: /What?/ Are you losers on /*break?!?*/ -- Wilcott: Let's go before my son blows this whole building up. Bun-Bun (jumping through the store window): Who's got "Ballroom Blitz" cued on their Spotify? <***CRISH!***> Wilcott: Or worse! Tombsy: *Now, Jzaxil!* -- <Spell words> (Jzaxil says a teleportation spell that sucks Wilcott (still holding Zoë), Tombsy (still holding the Book), and Skip (holding a sleeping Gwynn) into a portal...) -- <**Poof.**> Bun-Bun: **COUGH** -- Bun-Bun (growing sleepy): **COUGH.** **COUGH.** *Damn. Maybe Evanescen... -- (An alarmed Aylee reaches the doorway, with Torg and Riff behind her, just in time to see Bun-Bun plop over): Bun-Bun: ZZZ... === NOTE: Ref: _Meander (Chilus), Tombsy, Wilcott & Skip_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-06-18> (_2_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-06-19>) | _Chilus_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2020-11-12>. | Flag | ||||
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Tombsy (aka Lady Tomb, Mistress Tomb): No. The Stormbreaker will be a gift to the bug. He shall be the one to crush her like a bug. Wilcott: Chilus chose to keep her around ast [sic: should be "last") time. You might want to get her opinion on this. -- Tombsy (removing the hood of her cloak; whispering): Chilus was directly responsible for Qaboos' death and the failure of "The Release" in Mohkadun. I will not be taking advice from her. She'd still be imprisoned if we didn't /need/ Chilus' demons to sacrifice as part of the ritual. And her agent Lacey will prove to be a continuing asset. -- Riff: I wish you had shown up a little earlier. Torg left his cellphone in the car. I have no way of contacting him. Sharon (either putting a book back into the bookshelf or removing one): I think if I came in earlier I'd be dead. In fact I think y life is still in danger. I know some things demons would not like me to share. -- Aylee (being controlled by Lacey): Don't worry, you are safe with us! -- Wilcott: It's a shame. A metamorphosing alien trying desperately to achieve humanity just in time for humanity to become extinct. Tombsy: Mostly. -- Wilcott: /*Mostly*/ extinct. In the end Aylee did become human enough to be demon-possessed. And what a boon for us, even if she did lose Gywnn for a bit! -- Tombsy: As did you. Luckily I had everything under control. Everything is in order and just in time. Let's pause for a minute and enjoy this dawn, of the last day. === NOTE: Ref: "_Get rid of Zoë_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-02-14>" | _Chilus Chose_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-02-18> | _Qaboos' death_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-02-17> | _Failure_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-06-03> | _The Release_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-06-19> | "_As did you_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-08-20>." | _Random Lacey ref_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=56#2008-07-21>. | Flag | ||||
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Will (aka Wilcott Wilden; aka "Mr. Riff's Dad"): If only I felt it. It was rude of me to rest with barely a word to you. But the trek through the desert was draining. -- Will: Tombsy says hi, by the way! Qaboos: Tombsy's still flying? Ah, it has been too long. (In the foreground is a picture of Will and Qaboos with one other person, later identified as Tombsy; an ornate box; and a tablet with a news article regarding Qaboos propped on top of the box) -- Torg: See that? Everything worked out in the end! We're here, safe and sound, and as soon as Riff gets back here with the jeep that Qaboos has generously bought for us, we're off to the pyramid and finally /*Mohkadun!*/ -- Agent N'aaaw (aka Gnaaaw; to her K'Z'K tablet cam): Agent Sleepy N'aaaw reporting in! /*A new lead!*/ We're set to ambush a jeep purchase [sic: should be "purchased"] by Qaboos Al-Fin and picked up by one of the targets. -- Riff (whistling while driving): <musical note> -- <*P-KAK*> -- (A bullet hits the left front jeep tire) <***BAM***> === NOTE: Ref: _Tombsy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130515>. | Flag | ||||
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-- K'Z'K (in Kira's dream): I am the *Book of E-ville*. I OFFER all the POWER within. But FIRST we... I mean I... need you to cast the Claritos incan... Kira: *I'm in!* -- Kira: <Claritos incantation> -- K'Z'K (in Kira's dream, as a clear-headed Farahn stands by): Kira, you must REMOVE a page from the Book that must then be BOUND to a Circle of Protection. Kira: /*Sure!*/ K'Z'K: There are MANY steps. -- Panel caption: Sinkhole Excavation Tombsy (standing on the upper shelf, surveying the excavation): The dig is going excellently. Kira (climbing down the ladder behind him): Step one? Murder. Tombsy: Where is everyone? -- <****SHOVE!****> -- Tombsy: /****YEAAAH!****/ <***THUD***> <****KRAK****> Kira: Step two, remove the page! -- Kira: <unbinding spell> <**RIP**> Someone (off panel): Tombsy? === NOTE: Ref: _Claritos Incantation_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-05-12> | _Remove the Page_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-03-23> | _Setting_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2020-12-02>. | Flag | ||||
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Chilus: This shelter will suffice for those of us who hold mortal forms. Direct the other workers to finish the amphitheater, Fourman. Fourman's Head #2: Will do. Fourman's Head #3: Hey *numbskull!* wait! Demon (getting blasted away from a cabin by a force field): **OW!** <*(*)WORN!(*)*> Fourman's Head #4: What a *idgit!* -- Demon (lying on the ground): **WHAT HAPPENED?** Fourman's Head #3: You *can't* finish *that* cabin! *Lady Tomb* has already put protection circles around so no demon can enter. -- Demon: **SHE'S OUR LEADER, OUTRANKING /EVEN CHILUS!/ WHY DOES SHE NEED PROTECTION FROM /US?/** Fourman's Head #1: How does that make you feel? Demon: **LIKE I WANT TO ~RIP HER MORTAL BODY APART~!** -- Fourman's Head #1: Exactly. Demon: /**OHHHH!**/ -- Fourman (gesturing to what's left of demon carcasses and scorched earth): How powerful in magic does a mortal need to be to boss us around? Fifteen demons have /already found that out/ the /*hard*/ way. -- Lady Tomb (aka Tombsy): Shall we make it seventeen? Fourman's Head #2: No, Lacy Tomb! Fourman's Head #3: We were just leaving. Demon: **WE'RE SORRY, LADY TOMB.** -- Dr. Wilcott Wilden (aka: Riff's dad; readying his gun and whispering): They very much want to kill us both, Tombsy. Lady Tomb/Tombsy (whispering): It won't matter after tonight, Wilcott. | Flag | ||||
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-- Kira: You pull a gun on me? All I ever wanted to do was love you! *How many more friends of yours do I need to kill to get you to /notice me?/* Olebelle (in the background; being chased by Bun-Bun riding on a butterfly demon): HALP! -- Riff (aiming his inflatable sniper rifle; whispering): Hold on, Dad... -- Wilcott: /"Kill"...?/ Kira: Butler-Ernest, old man Toombsy [sic: should be "Tombsy"],... I was gunning for Lorna... Does this /hurt/? -- Lady Tomb (aka Tombsy; aka Cynthia; enraged; building up a powerful ball of energy): *YOU, ...you killed my father!* -- Kira: /*Hey! Quit it!*/ (Lady Tomb's energy ball blasts the book cover shielding Kira's right forearm and is deflected; Riff's laser beam hits Kira's left thumb, causing her to drop Wilcott) Olebelle (in the background; being chased by Bun-Bun riding on a butterfly demon): HALP! (Meanwhile, the emissary and his guards have paused the ritual; mesmerized by Kira's giant presence) === NOTE: Ref:_Butler-Ernest_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-12-08>, Old Man Toombsy [sic: should be "Tombsy"]_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-11-30>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Vampire: The ritual is done! The demons have won! We should retreat! <*STAB!*> (A vamp stabs one of the demons with a pitch fork) <*PUNCH*> (Aylee punches a demon) -- Urja (as vampire lackeys cover her with a cloak): As soon as our King returns. Zoë (holding and petting Frog): The demons in the bleachers don't look like they're winning. Aylee: You have the inflatable hover-bikes? I think Torg would want me to get you to safety! Zoë: *We're not leaving yet!* -- Kira (holding Riff in her hands and squeezing): This is old Toombsy's [sic: should be "Tombsy's"] daughter? And your *son?* It's going to be hard to watch them get squished apart, don't you think? Riff: /*Urk!!*/ -- Wilcott Wilden (aka Will; aka "Mr. Riff's Dad"; thinking): Qaboos? Toobmsy [sic: should be "Tombsy"]? Ernest? Cynthia? Now Riff? Wilcott (thinking): So many years I've been a pawn. I /thought/ I was *protecting* my loved ones, not /feeding them/ to this... /darkness!/ Wilcott (thinking): I thought if we could just get to the end of this, my loved ones would be safe and I could accept the repercussions. But is was all /lies,/ and I got friends /killed./ Wilcott: Damn me. Damn that Bug too. -- <***BLAM!***> (Wilcott whirls around and shoots) -- Lady Tomb (aka Tombsy; aka Cynthia; being held by one of Kira's chains): *Wilcott what have you DONE?!?* -- (As the bleacher of demons in the funnel burn, the envoy has been shot in the head and knocked out of the focal point that leads to the podium with the Book) | Flag | ||||
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Demon #1: Yes Meander. What of the ordained. Chilus/Meander: Round them up. One of them knows something. -- Chilus/Meander: I don't understand how that old man could have slipped by us! Darryl: They can't see or hear us because of the spell circle you drew in the ground, right Warden? Wilcott Wilden (aka Will; aka "Mr. Riff's Dad"): Well, Darryl, the demons can't. But one of her human guards could notice us so /keep quiet!/ Skip: Still so weak... -- Darryl: I don't have to take orders from you anymore, Warden. I'm seriously considering turning you in. Looks like you rescued the wrong ordained. Will: You are wrong and I am sorry. -- <****STAB****> <***STAB***> <**STAB**> -- Skip: Wow! He should have kept quiet. Will: Poor Darryl. You never even knew you had the surgery. <****GLitCH****> <**CARVE**> <**SAW**> -- (Will pulls out a communication device from Darryl's insides) -- (Will puts the communication device in his ear) <**BEEP**> -- Tombsy (over the communication device): Wilcott? This better be an emergency. Will: Of course it is. We found Mohkadun but it all went south. Tombsy: How south? I've heard nothing of this from my cult. My reports are the excavation is going as planned. -- Skip: I detect a woman's voice! Will: That's because your Queen Bee Chilus doesn't want you to know how badly she wrecked this. The excavation is done. She let the Stormbreaker unfree Kozoaku. Then she let her escape. -- Skip: /'Her Queen Bee?'/ You're talking to the *mortal leader of the Cult of K'Z'K?!?* And it's a woman? All the rumors suggested a male! I'm starting to have trust issues with you, Wilcott! === NOTE: It's come to my attention that some thought Darryl died in _this comic_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20140424>. That was another Ordained who died. But I understand the confusion. | Flag | ||||
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Zoe: /Italy?/ How do you /know?/ -- </Flashback> (Young Riff is staring at a bird statue, in a glass protective case, while his father is on the phone behind him) </End flashback> -- Riff: This one ancient Roman town my father uncovered had unique braziers that looked like peacocks without the tails. So the fire could act as the tail. Torg: I think it's French, and pronounced 'brassieres.' -- Torg: That or I may have a concussion. Bun-Bun: How would we tell? Riff: Anywho the center of the town collapsed into this massive sinkhole. -- Riff: The rest of the town would later be destroyed when Mount Vesuvius erupted. Zoe (picking up Kiki): Are you OK, Kiki? Kiki: Yesh. Torg: Vesuvius? /*Pompeii?!?*/ Riff: Pompeii is southeast of us. We're north of the volcano. -- Gwynn: Do you remember all your father's expeditions so well? Riff: This one was special. Dad came home early | and dad was /*never*/ home. -- Riff: He abandoned the "dig" part-way because his close friend Tombsy died in an accident at this location. -- Zoe: Why would a missing page from the Book of Eville be around here near your father's work? === NOTE: Ref: _Old Tombsy_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-07-03> | _Young Riff_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=9#1998-11-22>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Kira (off panel; in the cave): <circle of protection spell> Qaboos (off panel; by the sinkhole): Oh my God! Tombsy?!?! He must have lost his balance! Wilcott (off panel; by the sinkhole): /*No! Tombsy?!? Call an ambulance?!?*/ Qaboos (off panel): He's gone, Wilcott my friend. -- Kira (the page now locked inside the circle of protection): Step 4, comfort Dr. Wilden as he grieves so far from his family! -- King Farahn: Wow. K'Z'K | The Bug: I don't remember 'Step Four' but I KINDA dig it. Farahn: I think I'm in love! The Bug: Let's See how this plays out. -- <****REBUFF!****> (Wilcott turns away from Kira; Qaboos hold her back) Qaboos (annoyed): This is not the time for hugs, Kira. -- The Bug: Well SOMEONE'S in love! And things couldn't be going BETTER! === NOTE: Ref: _Protect the Page_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-03-31> | _Cave_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-01-11> with the _Page_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2021-01-15>. | Flag | ||||
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-- (Gwynn kneeling on the ground and crying small bits of paper as the reality of her sacrifice sinks in...) -- (Zoë running for her life...) -- Lady Tomb (aka Tombsy; aka Cynthia; holding the Book of E-ville): You all know who I am. You all know why we are here. | Tonight, beneath the moon and stars, *you will bear witness to the release of the Bug! /The end-demon!/ (Flanking Tombsy is Lacey's host, looking sad, Wilcott Wilden (aka Riff's Dad); and Chilus (aka Meander), looking skeptical) -- Comic Title: THE IMMORTAL KING | THE RITUAL -- Demons: (*) ***CHEER!*** (*) ***YAY!*** | The End Demon! | **PoopyPants!** | Yeah, the Poop in the Pants! -- Lady Tomb: And with his release.., *the next extinction event! Humanity will be /wiped from the Earth/ and we will pick the bones clean of what remains! -- Demons: ***YEAH! WOO-HOO!*** Squid demon: Who's "we?" Satanish-looking demon: Isn't Lady Tomb mortal? One-eyed female demon: I can see her picking bones clean though! That mortal scares me. | Flag | ||||
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Zoë: We've /*been through hell*/ despite wanting *no part* of /*any*/ of this! -- </Flashback> Gwynn: I found this Book that has changed my life! Look at the power I've gotten! </End flashback> -- Zoë (muttering): Except Gwynn might have wanted it a little at first... -- Zoë: In *any* case, we were *thrust into this.* But /you've/ spent your /whole life/ trying to *end the world* for /*everyone else.*/ I pity you. What kind of /pathetic/ life must you have led to think *this* is a good idea? Cynthia | Lady Tomb: /*Bwaahahaha!*/ Pity *me,* do you Stormbreaker? If you only knew the truth. -- Zoë (annoyed): My time's almost up anyway, *enlighten* me. And don't waste my time with /'Wilcott's box'./ That was the Bug's long-game scam to trick Wilcott into working against humanity's self-interest. (Cynthia/Lady Tomb magically summons a dagger) -- Cynthia | Lady Tomb: Perhaps. But the demons, some of them,... /*many of them,*/... know parts of the truth that paint the *whole picture.* If you /coerce/ them enough. Do you know the name *"Prozoato"?* -- (Zoë is stunned into concerned silence) -- Cynthia | Lady Tomb: Interesting. You have no poker face. I must go, but perhaps I shall coerce /you/ before the ritual. Do you need to use the bathroom before I tie you back up? === Note: Ref: _Flashback_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=10#1999-01-17> | _Wilcott's Box_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2014-04-10> | _Prozoato_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2013-05-06>. | Flag | ||||
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(Gwynn is looking at a 'cassette' from a box labeled "Box of Demon | Truth & Secrets | Tombsy"; in the background, Zoë is looking intently at the Book of Ughlëë) -- Zoë: So this is here? The hag? Just a mushroom? /Herm./ -- Zoë (pointing to a symbol in the border that surrounds the Mushroom Dryad within the Book of Ughlëë): I'm not sure, but I think I saw this symbol around Sam when I imprisoned him in the Book. None of the demons seem to have that symbol attached to their frame. Torg (looking at where Zoë is pointing): You think Sam is... Fey-connected? Zoë: I'm not sure of anything. -- Gwynn (waving her hand towards a stack of books): That's why I called you over. I wnat you to help me with these books Sharon brought. | Look for any mythology involving mirrors, hags, vampires, and anything that could help us reach Riff. (The stack of books includes "Grimm Fairy Tales," "Legends [obscured]," "Grimm Lore vs. Sci," "Fey Studies," and a book with two diamond symbols on the spine and at least one diamond symbol on the cover) -- Gwynn: Meanwhile I'll keep researching leads for our next hunt. Zoë: Do you want help with the demon books? Gwynn (looking down and uncomfortable): Demons are from elsewhere. They don't belong here. It's an incoherent thing of nightmares to look into the soul of a demon. I'm already up to my neck in it. So no. -- Torg (leaning in): I look into an incoherent thing of nightmares every time I clean Bun-Bun's litter box. Gwynn: A reasonable analogy, but still *no.* === NOTE: Ref: _Box of books_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2023-10-04> | _Litter Box_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=11#1999-04-24>. | Flag | ||||
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Gwynn (back to Farahn; sarcastically): Joy. -- Gwynn: Can I see what's happening with my friends from here? Farahn: Perhaps! I made a new scrying pool! You'll only be able to see what's near the Book which is near your physical form. <>*RUMBLE*<> (a scrying pool appears next to the statue) -- Gwynn: Zoë? Lady Tomb (aka Tombsy; aka Cynthia): Wilcott wants you dead. He thinks everyone underestimates you. Gywnn: The demon cult captured Zoë /too/?!? -- Gwynn (thinking): Farahn says I can have "whatever I want." *I want to get out of here!* I've got to stop Riff's dad from shooting Zoë. Stop the goofballs from charging into a demon-camp. Help Kiki get back to normal. <>*KRIKT*<> Gwynn (thinking): But the demons are never going to stop. -- Gwynn (thinking): Not while there's a chance to free the End-Demon from the Book. <>*PIP*<> - <>*KRIK*<> <>*POP*<> - Gwynn (thinking): Farahn could keep the Bug and the Book locked down, but he's too much of a *moron*. Too easily manipulated by...? Gwynn (thinking): ...Could I control him instead of the Bug?... - Gwynn (thinking): What do I /*really* want? <>*KRAK!*<> - (The statue falls apart to reveal a statue of Zoë) === NOTE: Really Recent Ref: _Zoë and Lady Tomb_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2022-08-11>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Cynthia/Tombsy/Lady Tomb: More so. Are these... vampires? In daylight? Filberto: No, m'lady. Strakoi cannot set foot on these lands. They have provided me arcane bodyguards. I am, apparently, *very* important to this ritual. -- Wilcott Wilden (aka Riff's dad): As are the Strakoi that will help with the ritual remotely through you, correct? Filberto: Yes, the Book of E-ville is also essential. Might I see it? -- Lady Tomb: It has attached itself to a mortal woman. They're kept in a cabin warded against demonic intrusion. -- Filberto: Wise. I'm not sure how well all of these demons can be trusted, even to do things in their best interest. So that is where I shall wait as well until the ritual begins, shortly, at sunset. -- Gwynn (from inside the Book of E-ville): *Oh no!* Time's /*up.*/ As soon as that goon gets there, Zoë will /never/ be able to escape. -- Gwynn: Farahn, my love! It's *time* to let me say my /final goodbyes! === NOTE: Ref: "_Strakoi cannot set foot on these lands_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=68#2016-04-26>." | Flag | ||||
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Wilcott Wilden (aka Riff's Dad): *Damn!* (Urja - in mist form - smirks) -- Gurk (to Aylee, just as Agent N'aaaw is descending upon her): Hey, aren't you...? -- <***CHOMP!***> (Agent N'aaaw chomps down on Gurk's head) -- <***PAF!***> (Agent N'aaaw looks disappointed as she decapitates Gurk, who then turns to dust; N'aaaw snags The Book) -- Agent N'aaaw (coughing up ash): Lacey! You're back! Sorry your mortal shell just got all vamp-killed! | *(*)cough(*)* **(*)KAF(*)** | The food's a little dry. | Got a water bottle on you? -- Chilus/Meander (angrily): Lacey would have reported directly to me if she was in the area! Instead she pops out of the woods just at /this time?/ | *That's /not Lacey!/* Aylee is *no longer possessed!* -- Aylee (punching Agent N'aaaw, literally knocking her shoes off and sending her flying): *Sorry!* <**KA-POW!** > -- Agent N'aaaw (soaring over towards the treeline): ***WHYYYyy?*** (Aylee, with The Book in her mouth, uses her arms to launch herself) <***THOOM!***> | Flag |
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