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| thistle salad - 000720 - armageddon girl | Detective Hazel Silverton: Oh wait. I guess I had a lighter after all.
/ Molly Shue: *cough* / Hazel Silverton: So where was I?
/ Molly Shue: You were going to tell me that all magicians are inconsiderate jerks! / Hazel Silverton: Well, that's true enough. But there's this little trick.
/ [[she blows smoke and a mystic symbol appears in the air]]
/ Molly Shue: eep! http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000720.htm |
| thistle salad - 000721 - armageddon girl | Detective Hazel Silverton: Something wrong, faithful sidekick?
/ Molly Shue: N-no. No. It's just- that's the sign of the scorpion, right? / Hazel Silverton: Yeah. Flood was supposedly mixed up with a cult when she was a kid. Some sort of atavistic brotherhood. / Molly Shue: S-sis-
/ Thomas Revok: Sisterhood. / Hazel Silverton: Tommy?
/ Molly Shue: eep!
/ Thomas Revok: But you never were very good at history, were you, Morgenstern? http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000721.htm |
| thistle salad - 000722 - armageddon girl | [[Jetta Zarfos, alone, puts the pendant back on.]] / [[she looks unhappy.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000722.htm |
| thistle salad - 000723 - armageddon girl | Ellen Cricklewood: Hey Jetta. Are you okay?
/ Jetta Zarfos: Um, sure. I'm great. / Jetta Zarfos: It's not like I'm some huge, out of control freak, right? / Ellen Cricklewood: Look, those guys in there... I'm sure... I'm sure it's no big deal. / Jetta Zarfos: Uh, Ellen. I appreciate that you're being ridiculously sweet about this, but I'm not an idiot. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000723.htm |
| thistle salad - 000724 - armageddon girl | Jetta Zarfos: Why are you being so nice to me anyway? / Ellen Cricklewood: What are you even talking about? We're--
/ Jetta Zarfos: I mean, it's not like we're friends or anything. / Ellen Cricklewood: What? :( / Ellen Cricklewood: Well, that's just awesome.
/ Jetta Zarfos: shit / Jetta Zarfos: I'm sorry, Ellen. But I'm really, really beginning to think that I'm losing my mind. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000724.htm |
| thistle salad - 000725 - armageddon girl | Shelley Kariczar: Ha! You really *are* sticky!
/ Lucas Ross: Shell, go away. / Shelley Kariczar: Wait, so your tattoos aren't real?
/ Lucas Ross: What the fuck isn't real about them? Look, if you must know, my skin secrets a substance that--- / Lucas Ross: --and you really don't want to hear about it, huh? http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000725.htm |
| thistle salad - 000726 - armageddon girl | [[a man wearing cowboy boots looks on at Jetta Zarfos and Ellen Cricklewood's scene on the sidewalk. The man is wearing one spur (and, actually it seems to be on the wrong foot, since the lion buckle should be on the outside. So he's got a right side spur on his left foot.)]] / [[He's got his hand on the door of the magic shop.]] / [[He's (ok, he is Billy Hitchcock) looking over the people in the shop, Shelley Kariczar, Lucas Ross & Drew Carter.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000726.htm |
| thistle salad - 000727 - armageddon girl | Shelley Kariczar: Uh. Hey, boss.
/ [[Lucas Ross disappears in a bunch of spiraling shadows]]
/ Lucas Ross: Bye!
/ [[Drew Carter just looks mad]] / Billy Hitchcock: Ah-erg. / Billy Hitchcock: Was that... was that the shadow man? / Billy Hitchcock: Light some incense or something, will you, Legs? Get the smell of ambivalent evil out of here.
/ Shelley Kariczar: Um, right. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000727.htm |
| thistle salad - 000728 - armageddon girl | Billy Hitchcock: [[reaching under the counter for something]] So's I had this dream last night, 'bout a fella with an old silver six shooter, a sniper rifle and no tongue. / Billy Hitchcock: [[with a bottle of whiskey]] An' I woke up thinkin' "is that thematically relevant?" / [[The panel shows Shelley Kariczar, but Billy's still talking]]
/ Billy Hitchcock: But mebbe it's prescience, yeah? / Billy Hitchcock: But what use would I have for a fella with no tongue? / Drew Carter: Billy, are you *drunk*?
/ Billy Hitchcock: What, now? No, man, I'm just hungover. Gimme ten, fifteen minutes- then I'll be drunk. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000728.htm |
| thistle salad - 000729 - armageddon girl | [[CC Ellsworth's lawyer, Robert Baron, is working in his office]] / < http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000729.htm |
| thistle salad - 000730 - armageddon girl | Drew Carter: Billy, it isn't even noon yet. You're disgusting.
/ Billy Hitchcock: That ain't what you said last ni-oh. Oh. I guess that *wasn't* you. / Billy Hitchcock: Drew, you gotta lighten up here. It ain't as if I'm hidin' something from you- Just as well, seeing as I'd have about as much luck hiding my drinkin' as Legs does her anorexia. / Shelley Kariczar: I am NOT ANOREXIC!
/ Billy Hitchcock: Sides, y'all knew three things about me when you asked me to be your partner here; I'm a drunk, I can read a palm, and I'm handsome as all hell. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000730.htm |
| thistle salad - 000731 - armageddon girl | [[Picture of a naked young woman with a drawn bow riding a giant wolf]] / [[There's a safe hidden behind this picture, and Robert Baron takes something out of it.]] / Robert Baron: Polly, cancel my afternoon appointments.
/ Polly: Sure. Whatever. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000731.htm |
| thistle salad - 000732 - armageddon girl | Billy Hitchcock: [[grabbing the paper in Drew's pocket]] Hey, what's this?
/ Drew Carter: Bill! / [[Billy reads the paper- his eyes are bloodshot and unhealthy looking]] / Billy Hitchcock: [[crumples the paper into a ball]] Good luck filling that order, buddy. / [[Billy tosses the paper away.]] / [[He misses the wastebasket. Shelley Kariczar looks on.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000732.htm |
| thistle salad - 000733 - armageddon girl | [[There is a dead raven in a pool of blood at the lawyer Robert Baron's feet.]] / [[The two little girls are here.]]
/ Millicent: Hey! Grandfather! What mean eyes you have! http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000733.htm |
| thistle salad - 000734 - armageddon girl | Billy Hitchcock: So's anyone gonna tell me what's up with the three girls weeping on the sidewalk across the street? / Shelley Kariczar: um, 'three'? [[she's looking out the window at Jetta Zarfos and Ellen Cricklewood who are walking away.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000734.htm |
| thistle salad - 000735 - armageddon girl | [[The lawyer Robert Baron is showing a letter to a guard- this is a mental hospital for the criminally insane, although, of course, I don't come out and say that.]] / Doctor that Robert Baron has bribed: Yes, I, uh, think we can accommodate you, Mr. Baron. / Doctor: Carl will escort you. Carl, Mr. Baron is here to see Mr. Foot. / Carl: So, this your first visit to the nuthouse? / Robert Baron: I would recommend that you keep your levity to yourself. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000735.htm |
| thistle salad - 000736 - armageddon girl | [[Carl and the lawyer Robert Baron pass by a row of cells- in the one on the right is Emmanuel Vishnikov and the White Cat.]] / Emmanuel Vishnikov: Katya, it seems that the time has come. Go, my Love, and find the boy. / Emmanuel Vishnikov: (sigh) / [[The White Cat leaves, Vishnikov gets up to look at his painting.]]
/ Emmanuel Vishnikov: ...and I had such hopes for this painting... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000736.htm |
| thistle salad - 000737 - armageddon girl | [[Carl and the lawyer Robert Baron pass by a row of cells]]
/ Carl: It's just up here, mac. / Robert Baron: I know this woman.
/ Carl: What? Her? Don't waste your time on her. There's nothing to her. / Carl: She don't see nothing and she don't hear nothing.
/ Robert Baron: I know that I know her. When she was a child, she wore roses in her hair. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000737.htm |
| thistle salad - 000738 - armageddon girl | [[Carl and the lawyer Robert Baron stop in front of a door with the symbol of a footprint bisected with a ring of blood.]]
/ Carl: Here you are. You've got a half hour to talk to him.
/ Robert Baron: Why only a half hour? / Carl: Well, he'll get his lunch in half an hour. He won't talk much after that. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000738.htm |
| thistle salad - 000739 - other people's sins | Victori Carslyle: But she's- why, she's- / John Diondel: My daughter? So it would appear. The resemblance is rather unmistakable, isn't it? / Victori Carslyle: Mister, no offense or anything, but I gotta doubt there's another man around here with that sickly coloring and a hatchet-blade nose to boot. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000739.htm |
| thistle salad - 000740 - other people's sins | Victori Carslyle: So- I guess this changes things. / Victori Carslyle: What happens now? / John Diondel: Even a man with no soul can find himself bound on all sides by his word. / John Diondel: I trust that you will escort Michelle out of here safely. I will remain here, in check. / Victori Carslyle [[leaping at him]]: What?! What about our deal? http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000740.htm |
| thistle salad - 000741 - other people's sins | John Diondel: ... I intend to pay you- as you were promised. / [[Victori Carslyle looks over her shoulder at the little girls]] / Victori Carslyle: No.
/ John Diondel: "No"? / Victori Carslyle: There's a reason it's me, right? There are better cracksmen. There are people with more to gain or more to lose- people who hate your master more or who could do more damage here. But the... the thing you sold your soul to picked me. / Victori Carslyle: There's a reason it's me here now. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000741.htm |
| thistle salad - 000742 - armageddon girl | Hazel Silverton: Well, well. And here I was hoping that fifteen years with no word meant that you'd died. / Hazel Silverton: Shit. I didn't mean that-
/ Thomas Revok: Hazel, there is nothing you need to apologize for... / Thomas Revok [[who is so the same guy as Tiberius Rich, only unkempt, bruised and with a skeleton cat on his shoulder]]: I understand your antipathy towards me, just as you understand mine-- http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000742.htm |
| thistle salad - 000743 - armageddon girl | Thomas Revok/ Tiberius Rich: [[voiceover]] -we are all victims of things we never asked for.
/ [[there are half a dozen or so bodies on the ground in the aftermath of a restaurant shooting. Gloria Lessing looks down on the scene from the rafters. In the center is Crys Bloom, a gun in each hand, laying in a pool of blood, or possibly, wine.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000743.htm |
| thistle salad - 000744 - armageddon girl | [[A rat knocks a broken glass off of the bar counter. It crashes to the floor waking Crys Bloom.]]
/ Crys Bloom: Yawn
/ [[Crys is surprised to find guns in her hands.]]
/ Crys Bloom: Dammit, not again! http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000744.htm |
| thistle salad - 000745 - armageddon girl | Thomas Revok: So?
/ Hazel Silverton: So, what?
/ Molly Shue: (thinking) He's got a dead cat on his shoulder. / Molly Shue: (thinking)...gloves made from human bones.
/ Thomas Revok: I need to know about our.. circle of friends.
/ Hazel Silverton: You disappear for more than 15 years, show up looking homeless and we're just gonna catch up? / Thomas Revok: Basically.
/ Hazel Silverton: You bastard!
/ Molly Shue: (thinking) And what's wrong with his face? / Hazel Silverton: Gah! I hate you! Fine! / Hazel Silverton: Karen left school not long after you did. She emigrated. Went straight, probably. / Thomas Revok: And Zera's still dead. / Hazel Silverton: That's your department, not mine. No body ever turned up, though. / Thomas Revok: I've kept the promises I made back then. And Derrick? / Hazel Silverton: Derrick? feh. Married an heiress and sank back up to his own level. The idle rich. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000745.htm |
| thistle salad - 000746 - armageddon girl/ a murder of men | Thomas Revok: I always assumed Derrick must have some hidden depths.
/ Hazel Silverton: Yeah? How the hell'd you figure that? / Thomas Revok: Well, there were always the four of us, all broken things bound together by pain... / Thomas Revok:(voiceover) ...and then there was Derrick.
/ Eric Gold: Hey- can you grab me another stick of butter?
/ 'Ten: Yeah, I'm going to stick you all right. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000746.htm |
| thistle salad - 000747 - a murder of men | Eric Gold: You don't seriously think you're going to shoot me in the back, do you?
/ 'Ten: Why not? / Eric Gold: Well, for starters, there isn't enough room in here for you to draw back that bow far enough to do any damage. That's why I lured you into the kitchen. / 'Ten: ... Did you think of everything?
/ Eric Gold: <<>>, I hope so. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000747.htm |
| thistle salad - 000748 - armageddon girl | [[A dark man in black - or dark grey- his coat trimmed with red skeleton designs- stands in front of a gate. He is holding a cane topped with a silver skull. It's night.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000748.htm |
| thistle salad - 000749 - armageddon girl | [[Kira Zero is on the phone.]]
/ Kira Zero: (speaking a foriegn language) Darling, you always call at a bad time. Claude is going to pick me up any minute now. / Kira Zero: (speaking a foriegn language) Ha, ha. Don't worry, I can be very nice when I want something badly enough. / Kira Zero: (speaking a foriegn language) And I want this part! This could turn my whole career around. / < http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000749.htm |
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