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| Grayling - Tuesday, August 15, 2006 - Page 553 | [[Fern and Cal in the rear part of Kezper]]
/ Cal: This is the rear shed. Where'd I leave that bucket... Please have a seat, Fern. / [[Cal and Fern sitting to talk with one another]]
/ Fern: Cal...Is this a primitive still?
/ Cal: Of course not. It's a well-improvised still. It's the only cash cow these days, sadly. / [[Cal, looking grave]]
/ Cal: Now to business. I'm going to tell you a story you already think you know. It's important that you don't interrupt me, because I'm positive there are facts you need to be reminded of in no uncertain terms. / [[Off-centre shot of Cal's shoulder; with a golden background]]
/ Cal: When you died, like every other elemental, you were absorbed by the sun. I managed to catch you after a lot of fumbling, but then, we wasted precious time discussing who should take you on. This was the first mistake. Being in the sun for so long made you very, very ill. The total time couldn't have comprised more than 5 - 6 hours, but half an hour is too much. / [[A picture of Fern, sad and upset; tinted a burnt red colour]]
/ Cal: Any time spent in the sun erodes the grip you have on your own conscious. Then we made another mistake. I did not ask your consent. You were incapable of informed choices because we'd destroyed your ability to think, so I forced you into my branch, forced you to yield. Because we had tortured and frightened you, you weren't exactly running into my arms. I managed to drag you out of the sun, but only partway. I'm telling you this because I know you like to think these things were your fault. This isn't true, but I think I know why you imagine it to be. / [[A solidly coloured panel; a mix between the off-shoulder panel, and the picture of Fern]]
/ Cal: It's better to feel stupid, ashamed or guilty than to know you have no control, isn't it? I suppose that's also why you're an alcoholic. When you caren't remember what happened yesterday, it's better to think it's because of that bottle you bought and raised to your lips - not because you've been irrepairably damaged, forever, by other people, and there's nothing you can do about it. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20060815 |
| Grayling - Wednesday, August 16, 2006 - Page 554 | Cal: Where are you going?
/ Fern: Nowhere. My leg's asleep. I'm straightening it, if you don't mind. *shfff* / Cal: Are you all right? Have you been listening?
/ Fern: Yes, I've been listening, Cal.
/ Cal: I don't... want to say these things-- / Fern: Cal, don't... get upset. We're just talking. Just talking.
/ Cal: Fern I--When--When Smoke removed you from that trunk. / Because your connection to me is so weak, we constantly have to concentrate to maintain it. It's a perpetual strain on our energy. Yours and mine.
/ We put up with it for a long time. We liked each other so much, it didn't seem all that inconvenient to think of each other always.
/ But we know what happened with that. / When you were in the trunk, though, you were cut off from the sun. You forgot about bracing yourself.
/ But Smoke opened it and let in all the noise of the world. It was worse than when you were aligned, wasn't it? You lost all of your memories.
/ All of them. You probably didn't know rudimentary things like... how to read. How to get dressed. / Smoke took you to Viv's to work on restoring your memory. You know better than I how hard it was for him. Even before you were completely recovered, he'd started work on his project to repair your alignment. I inferred what happened from his research. He gave me the abstract, without a word. His work is... stellar, to say the least.
/ This problem needs to be fixed, Fern. Your cancer, your memory problems--it's all because of your alignment. If we fixed it, you could leave home if you wanted, for good. You'd have your independence, your strength, your life back. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20060816 |
| Grayling - Sunday, August 27, 2006 - Page 555 | Fern: You want me to move out? / Cal: Out of everything I said, you picked out that?
/ Fern: It seemed to stick out, yeah.
/ Cal: Of course I don't want you to move out. I want you to be able to move out.
/ Fern: All right, then. Maybe you could try being more succinct. / Fern: Everything else aside, this will be incredibly painful.
/ Cal: It will, but briefly. I'll do it correctly. Smoke thinks the convalescence should take two or three months. / Fern: And you need to win my trust.
/ Cal: Yes.
/ Fern: I stated my terms a long time ago, Cal. Did you forget?
/ Cal: No. I thought you may have changed your mind. / Fern: Sorry, I haven't.
/ Cal: You're positive about this? What you promised me, I'd possess-
/ Fern: I want you to. / Cal: Oh. Please, let's not think on it anymore just now.
/ Fern: Yeah. I could use some time to mull it over.
/ Cal: You... You smell really good.
/ Fern: Relax. Let me turn around. / Fern: You're so used to being sad, you don't know when to stop. I know you're scared of having more power over me. But I need the truth, and that's what I'm willing to exchange. / Fern: I'm not going to leave you, either. There's no need to keep punishing yourself.
/ Cal: I should have been calm. Smoke will be disappointed.
/ Fern: No, he won't. Uh.. is that Rae and Mid arguing up there?
/ Cal: Yes, yes it is. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20060827 |
| Grayling - Wednesday, September 6, 2006 - page 556 | Fern: You're not going up there?
/ Cal: No. Not yet anyway. / Cal: They could use a fine, rousing lovers' quarrel, without interruption, especially mine.
/ Fern: You sound a bit annoyed.
/ Cal: I'll confess, I'm not happy with Rae at the moment. But I'll get over it. He's having enough trouble without my rubbing in anything. / Cal: Rae was generous with his critique when it came to my shortcomings in life. But now that he's out here, discovering that it's all as difficult as I described, I can't help but feel a little...
/ Fern: Satisfaction?
/ Cal: Yes. There's no need to say, "I told you so." / Fern: That's natural, Cal.
/ Cal: Also, I heard about his...revelation to you. / Fern: Oh yes, his revelation. Got it off his chest, he did.
/ Cal: I won't parse words with you, Fern. He did exaggerate.
/ Fern: I figured. / Cal: I wish he had waited. He did it for the sake of his own pathos.
/ In the process, making it sound like my penis fell off. / Fern: Hmf. Hm.
/ Cal: It's all right, laugh it up. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20060906 |
| Grayling - Sunday, September 17, 2006 - Page 557 | Cal: I don't mean to hammer it in. I know it may not be important to you anymore, but it is to me.
/ I compromised your dignity, after all.
/ People who love each other don't do such things. But it was such a murky mess-- / Cal: It wasn't like I wrote up standard protocol and tacked it up beside the bed.
/ Sex With Fern
/ 75% Cal
/ 15% Rae
/ 1 LB. condoms / Fern: Thanks for the mental image. I'm going to change the subject appropriately, okay?
/ You haven't mentioned anything about this. How does it feel to be without Rae? / Fern: Uhh. Should I not have asked?
/ Cal: No...it's wonderful that you asked. / Cal: I'll show you later.
/ Let's go upstairs, before the others wonder where we are.
/ I need to give you something before I forget. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20060917 |
| Grayling - Saturday, September 30, 2006 - Page 558 | Mid: Any lucking finding your glasses in there, Fern?
/ Fern: I doubt I'll find MY glasses.
/ Mid: Why not? Cal has every piece of junk left on Faidia.
/ Fern: A couple of these might do in a pinch. / Fern: I heard you and Rae earlier. What happened?
/ Mid: It was a dumb fight. We made up, I think.
/ Fern: You're not sure? / Mid: It's just depressing. It'll happen again. How do you and Cal do it?
/ Fern: There you again, asking relationship advice from the worst source imaginable.
/ Mid: You have more experience.
/ Fern: What do you want me to say? You just try to make up, every time. That's all you can do. Be glad you can get angry. It means you're invested. / Cal: Good, you're both here. / Cal: I wanted to show you both my scar.
/ Mid: Your scar! I'd forgotten. How is it looking now that Rae's separated? / Cal: It doesn't look like anything. It's gone! http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20060930 |
| Grayling - Saturday, October 28, 2006 - Page 559 | Fern: I've never seen you without it.
/ Cal: The curse couldn't continue without my memories. / Midnight: Yeah, and you stopped picking at it. That's at least one of our problems resolved for now.
/ Fern: What's this other package, Cal? Bits of rusted metal? / Cal: You don't recognize your Basil? Incomplete, but the most important part is there.
/ Midnight: Now this is just ridiculous, Cal.
/ Cal: I didn't find it myselfZ! I traded it off another bird. I felt drawn to it. It's obvious why, now. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20061028 |
| Grayling - Thursday, November 2, 2006 - Page 560 | Rae (thinking): That's strange. None of the crickets are chirping. Frost must've killed them. /
/ < http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20061102 |
| Grayling - Tuesday, November 7, 2006 - Page 561 | < http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20061107 |
| Grayling - Tuesday, December 5, 2006 - Page 562 | Rosalyn: See? Gentle as a kitten. Now put the cuffs on him.
/ Provost: We really lucked out. / Rosalyn: This isn't luck.
/ This is weeks of planning. Now the boy will come out.
/ Provost: You really believe that? / Rosalyn: Remember what the dragon said. The aksandriate has a minute bladder--and here he is.
/ Delye: yaaaawnn / Mycroft: I have to grab you. Sorry.
/ Please, if you could stay quiet. / Wazoven: Mycroft has him. It's all ready for you, Rosalyn.
/ Rosalyn: Like taking candy from a baby. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20061205 |
| Grayling - Saturday, December 16, 2006 - Page 563 | Delye: I have no idea who you people are, but I'll be your best friend if you'd just let me take a leak.
/ Rosalyn: What the fuck is taking him so long?
/ Wazoven: Wait, Roz. Remember the deal. / Morse: Mmph...Hi there. You're... You're Abe's nafalo friend! Is he here?
/ You want me to follow you? Is Abe outside?
/ I guess I won't wake anyone if I go out the back... / Abelarde: Where have you been? I was worried!
/ Morse: OW! Abe! Take it easy! / Abelarde: Run.
/ Morse: W-what's going on? Why?!
/ Abelarde: Don't talk. Just run as hard as you can. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20061216 |
| Grayling - Sunday, January 7, 2007 - Page 564 | Mycroft: Rosalyn! I just saw the dragon leave.
/ Wazoven: What are we--
/ Rosalyn: Finally-oh, damnit, Mycroft, you hold him. I'll keep the knife.
/ You down there! I know you're awake. We have your boy. I want to see Callanerial. Send him out. / Cal: Well! I just so happen to be the one you're looking for.
/ It's a fine morning, wouldn't you say?
/ Unseasonably warm. / Rosalyn: I want all of your people out here, now.
/ If we meet any resistance, as you can see, we're prepared to cut your boy's throat.
/ Cal: I see. And there's Rae. You gave him a concussion?
/ Rosalyn: He'll mend.
/ Cal: Pray don't concern yourself with the matter of resistance. We'll cooperate. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070107 |
| Grayling - Sunday, January 14, 2007 - Page 565 | Rosalyn: I'm glad to hear that. My intention is to take your operation hostage. We will travel to Tower to retrieve the remaining elementals. Your plan is to reclaim Faidia from this dark age, but we're aware of how weak you are. Using you, the halflings will be commandeering Faidia's fate from now on.
/ And while you may say you cooperate, I know what you're capable of. / Rosalyn: At this moment, my associates have your friend Delye.
/ This is my necco, Brot. If Brot does not deliver an encrypted signal written by myself to my associates at a certain time every day--kkt. They'll cut your little friend's throat. / Rosalyn: Now I want you to order the others out into the open. Form a line. Any delay will just make things worse for your less inviolable companions.
/ Cal: I assure you, I will do whatever I can to avoid bloodshed.
/ Communicate what you want, and we'll do our best. / Mid: Why did Cal want me to hide in here? They have Rae!
/ May: They also might have Morse and Delye. They're your priority. Leave Rae to us. Because you're inorganic, they shouldn't be able to scent you. No matter what you hear, stay in there. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070114 |
| Grayling - Sunday, January 21, 2007 - Page 566 | {{Author's Timing of "Soon" in the top right corner}}
/ Fern: Look, I have a good idea. We break our handcuffs and have ourselves a fine, old-fashioned elemental blitzkrieg. We could be walking away from these morons' wizened corpses within minutes. Who's with me?
/ Cal: Fern.
/ Fern: Cal, we're elementals, not school children. I won't lie down for this. / [[Cal is angry]]
/ Cal: You'll lie, Fern, and I'll tell you why. You haven't the strength to kill anyone with your magic right now, despite your big mouth. They have Delye. They're in a position to hurt us all very badly. So you're going to stand down, and you're going to stay down until I say the word. / Cal: You said yourself they're morons. We'll play them.
/ Fern: Right. How stupid of me.
/ Cal: Fola! How's Rae?
/ Fola: He's sitting up?
/ Rae: Lemme tell ya something about Cal that I've ne'er told anyone, not even me. He's scary 'cause he's a mother figure. There's nothing scarier than a mother. But don't tell him I said that, alright? http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070121 |
| Grayling - Tuesday, January 23, 2007 - Page 567 | [[Abe is dragging Morse by the arm across the savanna.]]
/ Abe: Stop dragging your feet!
/ Morse: Abe! Abe, I n-need to stop! < http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070123 |
| Grayling - Thursday, February 1, 2007 - Page 568 | [[Abe looking apologetic]]
/ Abe: So I fed them information instead. They think the area around the city isn't as bad as the rumors say. They'll die without the elementals. / [[Morse, pushing the water away]]
/ Morse: You had better talk faster than this, Abe. You sold my friends. I think I'm going to be sick. I don't know why I ever trusted you. / [[Abe, also angry]]
/ Abe: I suppose I should have blown up your home world, destroyed everything you've ever known. Then you'd trust me, right? Look at you. Are you even thinking for yourself anymore? / [[Morse, angry]]
/ Morse: I'm trying.
/ Abe: Your friendship won't help the elementals. They don't need a friend right now. / Abe: Did you know it's forbidden for the elementals to initiate contact with the higher entities? That's why Fadia uses messengers.
/ Morse: No... What does that have to do with anything?
/ Abe: It means that as long as you're with the elementals, you don't have a chance in hell of contacting Rhodes. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070201 |
| Grayling - Sunday, February 4, 2007 - Page 569 | [[scene of the grass]]
/ Morse: What?! Says who?! Cal would've mentioned that. I don't believe you.
/ Abe: It's a convention from the oldest legends Faidia has. Oral traditions, things everyone knows for no reason. Certain rules are followed in fairy tales, aren't they? This is like that. The elementals ignore most legends because they see clearly what parts of the stories are false. Unfortunately, they end up disregarding what IS true in the stories, as well. / [[Morse and Abe talking]]
/ Abe: Aside from that, I don't think Cal had a clear idea of what he was going to do, anyway.
/ Morse: The last time someone cited fairy tales near me, it didn't turn out too well. / [[Abe, angry]]
/ Abe: Look. My motive has no bearing on the fact that the halflings back there are murderers and thieves, and that you're just one more mortal they could use as a hostage. Is that what you want? You think the elementals would thank me if I let you go? They would have attacked whether I was involved or not. I'm doing the best I can. You lived with me for six months! Maybe I'm an irritating prig, but I'm not a terrorist. / [[Morse, with her head in her hands]]
/ Morse: ..Agh. How did I get into this. All right. Enough. What do you suggest we do? You better have a fantastic idea. / [[Abe, with some sympathy]]
/ Abe: There's a small cave on the southern continent. It's not deep, but the voice of Faidia is close to the surface there. It's where the dragons listen for her messages. She's the closest we'll get to Rhodes. She's a bit younger than the primaries, but her memory is better. More importantly, she's not entirely self-centered. She'll know something. I've lined up a carmor to carry us. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070204 |
| Grayling - Monday, February 12, 2007 - Page 570 | Provost: Roz, I've cleaned the place out. I can't find a single one. They must have gotten away.
/ Rosalyn: All right. That was expected. / Rosalyn: Go ahead and divide them. Primaries in one group, secondaries in another. Then we march.
/ Wazoven: Rosalyn. I don't care for how this going. You broke from the pla. I was supposed to do the talking. / Rosalyn: Now, Waz. You know that they'd take one look at you and laugh in your face.
/ You're as passive as that pathetic dragon you admire so much. Just let me handle it. / Rosalyn: Anyway, it'll work out better if they don't know who's the brains behind the operation.
/ Wazoven: Perhaps so. But no more hostility. We're playing a very delicate game. / [[Hours Later]]
/ Fern: Roll call. How's Fola, Viv?
/ Fola: I can hear you, you know.
/ Fern: Well, you're so damn quiet I don't know where you are. How are you?
/ Fola: My foot hurts and I'm tired.
/ Viv: He's fine, Fern. / Funa: Psst. Fern. Did Mid make it?
/ Fern: I think I can feel him a little. Yes, he made it.
/ But--funny--I don't know where Smoke is. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070212 |
| Grayling - Monday, February 19, 2007 - Page 571 | [[Mid sitting, looking out over the savannah]]
/ {{Through this entire comic Mid is thinking to himself}}
/ Mid: They're not coming back. I haven't done any sort of mission in a very long time. Am I up to this? No point in wondering that. / [[Mid, still thinking]]
/ Mid: The trail is easy enough to follow, but I haven't any weapons, no advantage. / [[Mid, looking through Cal's room of junk]]
/ Mid: If only Cal collected something useful. Look at all this junk. He had to have found something functional, at least by accident! / [[Mid holding Kezper's original growth box]]
/ Mid: Whoa. Fern left Kezper behind. Probably on purpose. Safer here. Hey... Hmm. Maybe I can play up to my strengths this time. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070219 |
| Grayling - Monday, February 26, 2007 - Page 572 | [[Mid, working on a laptop, thinking to himself]]
/ Mid: This is like my system, but a lot more cluttered. Cal must have reached for whatever was lying around. / [[shows the laptop screen and Mid activating the system]]
/ Mid (still thinking): Transferred him to the laptop and turned on all the reason centers. I hope you're still knocking around in here, Kezper. / [[Mid typing to Kezper]]
/ Mid: Kezper? Are you awake? Are you getting any of this?
/ Kezper: Who is it what i s it
/ Mid: It's Mid. Do you know about me? I'm another strutter OS Cal built, remember?
/ Kezper: i remember. what am i running on? i don't recognize this
/ Mid: You're on my laptop. / [[shows Mid surprised, but happy]]
/ Mid (thinking): I can't believe it. It works.
/ Mid (typing to Kezper): Are there any other adjustments I can do to make you more comfortable? / [[a sketch of Kezper's head against a dark background]]
/ Kezper: i feel terrible. i feel terrible. this computer is very strange. but what happened to the city? did i kill people?
/ Mid: Oh man. Ok, I'm going to direct link to you. That's the fastest way. You'll find everything you want to know in my memory bank. But Kezper, remember that right now, more than anything, I need your help with a mission from Cal.
/ Kezper: master??? i will do anything! http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070226 |
| Grayling - Thursday, March 8, 2007 - Page 573 | Morse: Our lift?
/ Abelarde: Yeah. Our first, anyway. It'll take three carmors to get us down there. / Abelarde: It's across the planet, after all.
/ Morse: I don't know. This is getting more and more complicated...
/ Abelarde: It's commonplace. Or was. Don't worry about it. / Morse: Hmm. Well, thanks for putting your clothes back on. What's that old ugly thing on the ground?
/ Abelarde: That is what we'll be riding in. You didn't expect to sit on his back, did you?
/ Morse: Well, it doesn't look very safe. / Abelarde: Once it has the harness on, you'll see it's very safe. Two steel rods are inserted into those slots, nearly impossible to break off, and the harness consists of sail canvas. Strong and breathable. Of course, there are more aerodynamic designs--
/ Morse: Okay okay. All I want to know is whether it will work. Let's go. / Abelarde: You don't want to hear the rest about the thing?
/ Morse: No! http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070308 |
| Grayling - Thursday, March 22, 2007 - Page 574 | [[Smoke, in melcey form, talking to Rae alone]]
/ Smoke: Rae. It's I, Smoke.
/ Rae: The guard?
/ Smoke: Checking on the secondaries. We have about five minutes. What's the word?
/ Rae: They're giving us practically nothing to eat, to keep us weak.
/ Smoke: Brilliant. / [[Smoke, in melcey form, talking to Rae alone]]
/ Rae: Yeah, where the hell have you been?
/ Smoke: Gathering data on the toxic conditions you will soon be entering.
/ Rae: Instead of rescuing Delye? / [[Smoke in human form, handing Rae a rolled up piece of paper]]
/ Smoke: These were Cal's orders. Here's the data. Keep it hidden.
/ Rae: I'll stuff it up a nostril or something. Plenty of room in there.
/ Smoke: We can't rely on our memories anymore, so I wrote it down. Don't lose it. / [[Cal and May asleep]]
/ Rae: What about Cal and --
/ Smoke: Don't wake them. I have to leave now anyway. Cal will show you how to work out a strategy based on this information. / [[Smoke in melcey form]]
/ Rae: Right. Thanks, Smoke. But at least visit Fern before you're off again. If her finds out later that you talked to me but not him, he'll do that passive aggressive thing where he converts his jealousy into self-loathing and then sarcastically forgives you and accuses you at the same time. I hate that.
/ Smoke: Right. / {{The next morning}}
/ [[May talking with Provost]]
/ May: Thank you for your concern, but we are resolute in this regard. Our rations go to the secondaries.
/ Provost: Begging your pardon, lady, but I wish you'd eat something. This isn't natural. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070322 |
| Grayling - Wednesday, April 4, 2007 - Page 575 | [[Provost talking to Rosalyn]]
/ Provost: The primaries refused food again, and one of the secondaries is having some kind of seizure.
/ Every day it gets more complicated. / [[close-up of Provost]]
/ Provost: Even if they are totally submissive, they're still... high-maintenance. / [[Wazoven and Rosalyn]]
/ Wazoven: Let Callanerial tend to the sick one, like before.
/ Rosalyn: It stands to reason that they'd be even stranger than the tales tell. Even their voices are odd. It's hard to understand them. But these are trifles, Provost. We haven't gone off course. / [[A tired scout is shown]]
/ Provost: I'll allow their "trifles" when you two stop ignoring the facts. You told me if the scout came with bad news, we'd stop. You've shrugged off Grisham's bad news. What are we supposed to think? / [[Rosalyn, looking very angry]]
/ Rosalyn: Provost, do you realize how close we are? A couple of miles of toxin, and the world will be in our hands. We're too close to allow ourselves to be ruled by a paranoid fool. What am I paying you for? http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070404 |
| Grayling - Sunday, April 15, 2007 - Page 576 | [[Rae and Cal talk over a sick Fern]]
/ Rae: I like how they beat a hasty retreat if any of us are a little off-kilter.
/ Cal: They don't want responsibility for what they're doing. Conveniently for us. / [[still talking over Fern]]
/ Cal: Keep pretending you're sick while we talk, Fern. Smoke's Data?
/ Rae: Short and sweet.
/ Fern: I'm not pretending. / [[image of swiss cheese]]
/ Rae: Chaos energy is highly unstable, so even in this small amount of time, it's been absorbed by all the other elements in the environment, widely dispersed and reduced. It only exists in small pockets now -- like holes in a piece of swiss cheese. / [[Cal leaning on Fern's head]]
/ Cal: So instead of a solid wall, we're looking at something like a mine field.
/ Rae: Yeah.
/ Cal: If we can learn how to sense these pockets, we can pick through. / [[May and Rae]]
/ May: Yes. Stepping into one could be as minor as feeling dizzy, or as major as entering a loophole in space and time, not realizing it, and remaining trapped forever in our own minds.
/ Fern: Awesome! Let's do it. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070415 |
| Grayling - Monday, April 23, 2007 - Page 577 | Mid: I'm so out of shape. This place better be out here. My lungs are about to collapse.
/ That's the Strutter Preservation Society Museum? A rundown shack?
/ It's the sort of place Fern would opt to live in. / Pixie: Stop right there, stranger. / Mid: What?! D-don't shoot!
/ Oh my god. Is that a gun? Those aren't even manufactured on this continent. / Pixie: I have my ways, doughboy. Who sent you? http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070423 |
| Grayling - Sunday, April 29, 2007 - Page 578 | Bagel: Hey there! We don't get visitors often. Don't mind her. I just keep her around for protection. Heheh. You know how it is. You can put your arms down now. / Mid: I can lower my arms when she stops pointing that gun at me.
/ Bagel: Stand down, Pixie. / Mid: I don't even know if I'm in the right place. Is this the Strutter Museum?
/ Bagel: Well, it WAS. Place burnt down years ago. Belonged to my grandad.
/ Mid: Burned down? / Pixie: He's crazy. Should have shot him.
/ Bagel: It's ok, honey. C'mon, mister. Some of the stuff survived. It's out back. / [[opening a shed full of scraps]]
/ Mid: Now this is more like it. / Mid: Do you remember if there are any growth boxes left?
/ Bagel: Uhh. Sure. Yeah! Those were the crown jewels of the exhibit, so to speak. There should be a couple of them in here somewhere. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070429 |
| Grayling - Sunday, May 6, 2007 - Page 579 | Mid: Damnit. How do I say this. This is a great collection even now, but I have to tell you, a lot of these are Lemaneriallian knockoffs.
/ Bagel: Seriously? / Mid: Yeah. If it's not too much trouble, is there any more in the house? You might not know you have them. They're small.
/ Bagel: Let me look. I'm glad I didn't try to open the museum with these. / Bagel: Is this what you're talking about? It was in a kitchen drawer.
/ Mid: Yes! That's it! / Bagel: That little thing is a growth box?
/ Mid: Sure. A good one. I should be able to get a phase sixty fighter or better out of this.
/ Bagel: Waitasec. You're actually going to GROW that thing?! / Mid: Oh. Yeah. I forgot to mention that. Um, I'll take it to a safe distance, of course.
/ Bagel: I don't mean that, I mean how? Nobody has the operating system for these things. / Mid: Uhh. It's a long story. But I have a basement full of these at home. If I ever get there again, I'll pay you back in kind for this favor.
/ Bagel: Well, great, but --
/ Mid: Download's finished. Sorry I can't explain, but I'm in a hurry. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070506 |
| Grayling - Tuesday, May 8, 2007 - Page 580 and 581 | [[The growth box is growing a strutter in two different panels]]
/ {{Two hours later}} / Mid: Kezper! Can you hear me yet? Make sure you build a voice box! And don't make yourself too big, we're only fighting people, you know! / [[shows Kezper's head as he forms himself]]
/ Mid: No more armor, Kezper, it'll take hours and hours to harden as it is.
/ Kezper: Do I look okay?
/ Mid: You um, look just fine. / {{page 581}}
/ [[shows Kezper in his new strutter form]]
/ Mid: Well, haha. I think we're done here. / [[Mid shaking hands with Bagel]]
/ Mid: Thank you for this, really.
/ Bagel: Sure. You're welcome. Anytime.
/ Mid: You're a stand-up guy. Goodbye. / [[Bagel talking to the gun-wielding Pixie]]
/ Bagel: Wasn't that amazing?! I'll dig out all those old books and re-open the museum!
/ Pixie: Eh. If he takes that animal on my property again, I'll shoot it. / [[Mycroft and Cholles watching over an angry-looking Delye]]
/ {{Elsewhere}} / [[Mycroft talking to his cohort by a fire]]
/ Mycroft: None of this I like. Sitting out in grass, not allowed to move, running out of food. Job or no job, right or no right, money is not worth croaking over. If I croak, I do it in some better place. Let the boy go.
/ Cholles: C'mon Mycroft. Have a little pity. I'm the one who has to listen to you. Roz says it's a couple more days, so it's a couple more days. Wait. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070508 |
| Grayling - Sunday, June 3, 2007 - Page 582 | [[Cholles talking to Delye]]
/ Cholles: Time to eat. The ropes come off. No funny business. / [[close-up panel of Cholles]]
/ Delye: You look like a normal human. Why are you with these people?
/ Cholles: They take all kinds. I was with Mycroft. He's strong, but can't see so good. I have to help him. / [[Delye looking very unimpressed]]
/ Delye: You two don't impress me as criminals, if you pardon my saying so.
/ Cholles: Well, yeah. We're just hobos really. But if we help Rosalyn, we make a little money, and if she gets what she wants, there'll finally be jobs for us, places for us to go.
/ Delye: Look, I'm gonna try not to rub this in... / [[shows Mycroft sitting off to the side, but listening]]
/ Delye: But do any of you schmucks realize that before a century ago, 'mentals like Moranerial, Funanerial, and Vivanerial were champions for halfling rights? They put in their own time talking to idiots just to wipe out the influence of a few bedtime stories so people like you wouldn't be screwed over by elemental civilization. / [[Cholles getting angry at Delye]]
/ Cholles: Shut up! Just shut up!
/ Delye: Instead of throwing them a fucking bone when they're down, you're enslaving them!
/ Cholles: What do you expect us to do about it?!
/ Delye: I expect you to think. I know it's difficult, but at least give it the old college try. http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070603 |
| Grayling - Monday, June 11, 2007 - Page 584 | [[Mid is riding Kezper]]
/ Mid: Okay. This isn't too bad. As long as you don't go too fast, I should be able to hold on. It's a lot like the tooth dragons. / [[Mid atop a running Kezper]]
/ Mid: H-hey! What're you doing?! Kezper, slow down! / [[Kezper rearing with Mid trying to hold on]]
/ Kezper: I like to give every new strutter a stress test.
/ Mid: Stress test?! NO!
/ Kezper: So far, this feels great! / [[panel of Kezper's head]]
/ Kezper: Now to work up a gallop and do a bit of jumping!
/ Mid: KEZPER! STOP! / [[panel of Kezper jumping and Mid screaming]] / [[Kezper standing while Mid vomits]]
/ Mid: BLLLLLARRRGGGH
/ Kezper: What are you vomiting for? This is a very sound strutter! http://grayling.arborwin.com/cgi-bin/autokeenlite.cgi?date=20070611 |
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