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thistle salad - 000540 - the broken thread [[Ginger stands in front of a staircase]] / Ginger: Why is it always stairs? / Ginger: Ready or not, here I come. Heh. / Ginger: Okay kid, obviously you've got some power. And I'll play this any way you want- but I won't be going easy on you just because you're young. So, are we going to do this the easy way or do I have to get-- / Ginger: [[shocked as the kid rockets into her (unresponsive) arms]] --tough? *
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thistle salad - 000541 - armageddon girl [[Hallway outside of (the deceased) Trace Flood's apartment. Steven Delmar holds onto Trace Flood's daughter and talks to two policepersons. Unnoticed in the background, Gloria Lessing leans against the wall and looks on.]] / Policewoman: We took care of everything like you wanted, sir. / Policeman: Yeah, the landlady says Flood's rent's all paid up for another month, so if the heirs- / Steven Delmar: Trace Flood has no heirs. And she left no will. / Steven Delmar: Nothing. / Steven Delmar: I'll be taking this child down to Social Services myself. / Policewoman: He's he's got to know, right? DEEP practically recruits out of the orphanages. That girl- / Policeman: Look, Lois, don't think about it. You start thinking about it, you'll be breaking your heart twice an hour every gods-damned day.
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thistle salad - 000542 - the broken thread [[Ginger looks down dismayed at the child hugging her. Some kind of robotic dog looks on]] / Ginger: Crap. / [[Ginger pushes the boy away]] / Ginger: Okay, kid. All right. Yes. I'm here to help. Let me see the girl.
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thistle salad - 000543 - the broken thread [[Ginger and the boy cast shadows over a girl lying on a bed. The girl's eyes are open, but she seems to be in some kind of coma, or something. She's dressed in a fancy gown, a bouquet beside her. She is holding a sword, the hilt of which is shaped like a bird, her hands clasped over her chest.]] / boy: Please, miss- Do you know what's wrong with her?
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thistle salad - 000544 - other people's sins/ the broken thread [[All right, so the comatose girl from the last comic is a grown up Michelle from the 'other people's sins' storyline. In the past-]] / Victori Carslyle: I don't understand- what's wrong with her? / John Diondel: There's nothing wrong with Michelle-- / John Diondel: --at least, nothing you or I could do anything about. You see-- / [[the present]] / Ginger: --the back of the cereal box version is that she hasn't got a soul, kiddo. She's an empty vessel.
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thistle salad - 000545 - other people's sins Victori Carslyle: She's- she's like you? Soul-less? / John Diondel: Only superficially. With every moment, I will certainly become more caricature than man, but it hasn't been so long since I had a soul that I can't bluff through basic human interactions. / John Diondel: However, Michell never had-- Miss Carslyle, how old are you? / Victori Carslyle: um, eighteen, I guess? / John Diondel: I find that entirely doubtful. But I suppose people believe it because of your height.
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thistle salad - 000546 - other people's sins Victori Carslyle: What the hell does my height have to do with anything? / John Diondel: Nothing. Michelle often becomes animated when she comes into contact with vibrant, spirited people. It's no mystery why she remains... dull in my presence- I was just remarking that it is odd that one so young as yourself-- / John Diondel: -is so carefully self-possessed. / Victori Carslyle: And why not? You've seen my gifts. I only have to touch a man to know the best way to break his heart. I can glance at a room an know immediately the one thing that can be used to destroy a life and how best to use it. My father made a fortune off my talent for blackmail. And I gave those people up to him because I was too young to understand what I did. Because I wanted to please my father. / Victori Carslyle: Even- even when I started to hate my father, when I ran away, I didn't understand what I had done. I didn't understand anything until one of you DEEP bastards stole everything from me... and made me see what I was. The lives I'd destroyed, like your people destroyed mine. My gift is poison.
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thistle salad - 000547 - the green door Jealousy Hayes: So what's the plan, Emma. / Emma Starkadder: I'm going to reason with her. / Jealousy Hayes: You're... going to reason... with the Widow? / Emma Starkadder: Why not? I've known her for years. I even met her once, you know- way back, long before she locked herself up in that tower. / Jealousy Hayes: Oh yeah? So what's our reclusive archenemy really like? / Emma Starkadder: meh. I dunno. Short. Mousy. Empathic. / Jealousy Hayes: [[surveying the chaos of running people and robot bugs]] Yeah. I'm sure she bleeds empathy. / Emma Starkadder: She's empathic, not empathetic.
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thistle salad - 000548 - the green door Jealousy Hayes: Wait, wait- where the hell would you meet the widow? / Emma Starkadder: (swearing) It was a long time ago. We were both just kids. I'd been pulled into doing this job for the 'Wall-- / Jealousy Hayes: The 'Wall? Seriously? I never would have pegged you for a monarchist. / Emma Starkadder: I'm not. The 'Wall has their own standing army and a cadre of assassins, but they merc out magic jobs. / Emma Starkadder: (voiceover) Anyway like I said, this was a long time ago. So long ago that she was still working for the 'Wall- so long ago that they hadn't figured out yet that she should be designing their weapons for them. She'd gotten herself mixed up with one of their assassins- which is how she came to work for them in the first place. She had some kind of hold over him... and they'd send her along on his missions when they didn't want things to get too messy. He was terribly, a killer with no morality at all- so crazed he could hardly think like a man anymore- he was just like an animal, a weapon- -- but she was worse. Her hold over him was absolute. I even heard she'd gotten him to off her parents the day they met... I don't know if that's true, but I wouldn't put it past her- [[a young Emma Starkadder shown at the side of a campfire, with the Widow and the... unknown assassin.]]- They say she was callous all the way back to the cradle.
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thistle salad - 000549 - the green door Jealousy Hayes: So, okay, I thought you spent your youth sidekicking for the Red Man- and I heard he was a fanatic, but I never heard of anyone telling him who to kill. / Emma Starkadder: Nah, I wasn't out there with Jeremy. / Emma Starkadder: Yeah, I lived with Jeremy, but I never really worked with him. He was- the Red Man was a mysogynist. He only put up with me as long as I didn't do magic. No, when I met the Widow I was there working with Lucy Barrett... the best mercenary magician money could buy. / [[In the background Tommy Chase has accidently set an innocent bystander on fire]] / Jealousy Hayes: Shit, Emma. Lucy Barrett and the Red Man? You sure kept some dangerous company back then. / Emma Starkadder: ... Yeah. Thank the gods those days are over.
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thistle salad - 000550 - the green door Emma Starkadder: Well, whatever. I should get to work. Happen to have another headset on you, Jealousy? / Jealousy Hayes: As a matter of fact, I do. So, you want me to give you cover while-- / Emma Starkadder: The only cover I want is for yours to stay intact. Get back behind Gold Team and act helpless. Now, that headset? / Jealousy Hayes: C'mon, Emma! You think you can run this robot gauntlet by yourself? / Emma Starkadder: Yes, actually, I think I can. But I'm not going to be alone... / Emma Starkadder: Mr. Todd's coming with me. / Ludwell Todd: Wait, I'm going to what?! / Jealousy Hayes: You cannot go out into this shitstorm with just an IT guy for back up! / Emma Starkadder: You can't keep looking for excuses to relive your glory days, Jealousy... Anyway, the good old days weren't all that great. / Jealousy Hayes: Some time- some time saving your ass is gonna be more important to you than keeping your secrets. / Emma Starkadder: Well, sure. Yeah. But not today. Not up against the Widow.
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thistle salad - 000551 - tin heart Paul Adler: Pamela! What's the situation there? / Pamela Ellis: I- I have no idea what's going on. / Pamela Ellis: Paul, send a couple of ambulances to my position. I've got, I don't know, maybe ten guys- / Dnestr Doubt: Eight. / Pamela Ellis: -um, eight guys wounded or dead here.
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thistle salad - 000552 - tin heart Paul Adler: (inset) Ambulances on the way, Pamela. / Pamela Ellis: Good. Do you know what happened here, sir? / Dnestr Doubt: I am afraid I am to blame. / Dnestr Doubt: It seems I startled these gentlemen while they were in the midst of some transaction. They proceeded to fire upon me, only to wound one another in the crossfire. / Pamela Ellis: But- that's LUDICROUS! / Dnestr Doubt: Nevertheless.
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thistle salad - 000553 - tin heart [[EB control room, Mad Winter enters from the back]] / Paul Adler: Pamela? Pamela! I'm losing your signal! There's too much interference and I can't seem to isolat the cause from this end. / [[panel of Pamela Ellis, almost totally obscured by static.]] / Pamela Ellis: But- that's LUDICROUS! / Paul Adler: --Madeline? What are you doing here? / Mad Winter: Well, since I want to see you and since you're always at work, I thought maybe I should give up trying to get you outside and see you at work. / Mad Winter: So, how is work, Paul? / Paul Adler: Hell if I know. Tracking and monitoring are still working, but with the radio cutting in and out, about all I can tell you right now is that Pam's heart rate is steady.
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thistle salad - 000554 - tin heart Pamela Ellis: Look, Mister - you are telling me that 1) you 'surprised' the Red Tag Gang and 2) you were caught in the middle of this shoot out and didn't get a scratch. Both of those are impossible. / Dnestr Doubt: You haven't noticed yet that your world is one where all things become possible? / Pamela Ellis: ...my? My world? / Pamela Ellis: I mean, *cough* - Sir, I need to ask you to remain here until the proper authorities arrive. / Dnestr Doubt: So you've asked. You won't stop me from leaving.
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thistle salad - 000555 - tin heart Pamela Ellis: Mister, I can't allow you to leave this crime scene. I'm hoping that you recognize my authority here and-- / Dnestr Doubt: Why are you wearing a mask if I'm expected to recognize you? / Pamela Ellis: No! C'mon! You're supposed to recognize the mask! This uniform! / Dnestr Doubt: So, I'm to recognize this symbol you wear and not the woman who is wearing the symbol? / Pamela Ellis: It doesn't matter who- Gah! Forget this! Look, I am authorized to use force to detain suspects. So are you going to stay put or-- / Dnestr Doubt: Or what? I've already neutralized your powers. / Pamela Ellis: What?
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thistle salad - 000556 - tin heart Pamela Ellis: So what's the gimmick? Magic? Telepathy? Hypnosis? Mind control? It doesn't matter. / Pamela Ellis: Whatever your plan is here, you won't get away with it. I'm sure to think of something unspeakably clever in a minute. / Dnestr Doubt: Ah. Miss? Please. This is simply a misunderstanding. I'm going to leave and your powers will return in a minute, yes? / / Pamela Ellis: NO! YOU ARE NOT LEAVING!! / Pamela Ellis: I'll just take you down with my bare hands!! / [[Pamela jumps at him, only to... have her hands pass straight through him.]]
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thistle salad - 000557 - tin heart Dnestr Doubt: I would suggest removing your hands quickly if you don't want to lose them. / Pamela Ellis: I can't-- I can't feel my fingers. / Pamela Ellis: I need my hands! I'd be lost without them! I can't retire! I'd rather die than be paraded around like a cautionary tale! Why couldn't you just kill me? / Dnestr Doubt: Miss- please calm down. It is temporary. / Dnestr Doubt: Listen to me. Your hands will be fine. Sensation will return in a few minutes. There will be pain. Your skin will burn and hurt for some hours and your hands may be sore for a few days- but you will be fine.
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thistle salad - 000558 - tin heart Dnestr Doubt: I am sorry. It seems that I have forgotten the way I used to move through your world; that I can no longer sense the silent and unseen paths. I have walked this world since before there was language, since before there were men. And I have walked countless worlds before this one came to be... yet in all that time, on all those worlds, it wasn't until yesterday that it... it occurred to me that... that... / [[He kisses her]] / Pamela Ellis: ??!! / Dnestr Doubt: So, apparently I have wasted my life... You cannot fight me, miss. Let me leave. / Pamela Ellis: I c-can't. / Pamela Ellis: You- you'll have to go through me. / Dnestr Doubt: Very well.
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thistle salad - 000559 - tin heart [[EB control room, Paul Adler and Madeline Winter]] / Paul Adler: It's not that I don't appreciate this, but I don't even like oranges. / Mad Winter: You drink orange juice, don't you? Anyway, it isn't like I only brought-- / [[The room goes red]] / Mad Winter: What's THAT all about?
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thistle salad - 000560 - anna bloom wakes up Ivan Churney: Careful. I've patched you up, but what you really need is some rest. / Anna Bloom: Nice save. You're always showing up in the nick of time. What happens if you're too late? / / Ivan Churney: Presumably, you'd never be able to bother me again. / Anna Bloom: No. I'm serious. / Anna Bloom: I need you to promise me something. Promise you'll look after Eliza for me. / Ivan Churney: Anna, I can't possibly- / Anna Bloom: [[attempting to shoo away the vulture perched on her leg]] I'm not asking you to marry her, Ivan. Just get her out of here, away from Bloom, away from all this. / Anna Bloom: I just want her to be somewhere where my stupid mistakes aren't hanging over her.
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thistle salad - 000561 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Felix Darling and Gwen Zvesti. Gwen dangles her transformed arm in front of Felix's face.]] / Gwen Zvesti: Could you, um-- help me out here? / Felix Darling: Sure- but you know it's only going to be a temporary fix. That human shell of yours is wearing out. You'd be better off applying for a new one-- / Gwen Zvesti: Yeah, I'm sure they'd get right on that request. Oh, come on, Darling. How long's it have to last? A week? A few more minutes? -A month at most and this world's probably done for anyway. Just charm me up, alright? / Felix Darling: I have to say this will be the most tedious doomsday watch ever if I'm going to spend the whole time giving you manicures. / Gwen Zvesti: And hurry up! I have to go check on Kate.
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thistle salad - 000562 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Kate Raskolnikov is giving D.B. Bartlow a tour.]] / Kate Raskolnikov: -about it, really. Nothing interesting in here. / D.B. Bartlow: What is up with that horrible statue? / Kate Raskolnikov: Yeah, that's our last boss. He's too heavy to move somewhere out of the way. / D.B. Bartlow: You... made a statue of your boss? / Kate Raskolnikov: Actually, it's- that's not a statue... He's under a curse or something. It was something to do with witches and enchanted knives, I think. / Kate Raskolnikov: Anyway, it's really worked out well for us. He isn't technically dead, so the home office hasn't sent up a replacement, which means Gwen and I run things now! / D.B. Bartlow: Where is your home office? Your boss has three sets of eyes. / Kate Raskolnikov: My goodness! I haven't introduced you to the staff yet!
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thistle salad - 000563 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Kate Raskolnikov is giving D.B. Bartlow a tour.]] / Kate Raskolnikov: This is the worst idea. You ever know you're doing something stupid and do it anyway? / D.B. Bartlow: You mean, like my getting out of bed this morning to come here? / Kate Raskolnikov: Well, hold up there, tallboy, feel free to quit after I've introduced you to everyone. / D.B. Bartlow: Did you just refer to me as a piece of furniture? / Kate Raskolnikov: And here we are! / [[roomful of people drinking coffee]]
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thistle salad - 000564 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Kate Raskolnikov is giving D.B. Bartlow a tour. Kate is introducing DB to the staff.]] / Kate Raskolnikov: Um, So over here is our- our- I guess you could say they're our security team. / Saldor Hob: Saldor Hob. I'm Magic. / D.B. Bartlow: uh / Kate Raskolnikov: And this tall, quiet guy is-- / D.B. Bartlow: Excuse me? / Nancy: Don't you dare touch him! / Kate Raskolnikov: NANCY!! / [[Nancy's dropped her coffee all over DB's arms]] / D.B. Bartlow: Ugh!
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thistle salad - 000565 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Kate Raskolnikov is giving D.B. Bartlow a tour. Nancy and DB square off now that Nancy's spilled coffee all over DB's shirt.]] / D.B. Bartlow: I hope you're going to say that was an accident. / Nancy: Why? Are you so stupid that someone needs to tell you when you've been insulted? / [[Nancy goes ballistic. Well, kinda.]] / Kate Raskolnikov: Nancy! Nancy! Cut it out or I will cut you down myself! / Gwen Zvesti (off screen): Hey! Nan! / [[Gwen Zvesti, casting a mage light, causes Nancy (who's a shadow monster) to dissipate.]] / D.B. Bartlow: What the-? / Taffeta Ryan: You know, you probably don't have to worry too much about Nancy. She's pretty much noturnal, anyway. / Kate Raskolnikov: I told you this would never work.
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thistle salad - 000566 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Kate Raskolnikov is giving D.B. Bartlow a tour.]] / Taffeta Ryan: Hi! I'm Taffy and this is Ruth! / D.B. Bartlow: ?? / D.B. Bartlow: Why- why are you wearing a tiara? / Taffeta Ryan: Oh, I'm a princess. It's totally not a big deal. / [[Kate grabs DB and drags her back over to the group she was talking to]] / Kate Raskolnikov: Let's get this over with before something else happens. Here's Saldor again. This is Gwen. She decides policy. / Gwen Zvesti: um, hi. / Kate Raskolnikov: That block of wood behind her is Sonny. I'm Kate. I run numbers. / Kate Raskolnikov: Taffy's the receptionist, Ruth is my secretary and Tom back there still works in the archives... even though once he went crazy and nearly killed us all. / Gwen Zvesti: He was possessed! It's not a thing!
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thistle salad - 000567 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Kate Raskolnikov is giving D.B. Bartlow a tour. DB points out the guy that Kate's introductions passed over.]] / D.B. Bartlow: So yeah? Who's that? / Kate Raskolnikov: Gwen?? Do you--?? / Gwen Zvesti: I don't know. He's not one of mine. / D.B. Bartlow: So what's your ridiculous backstory, buddy? / The Ikon Painter: I don't have a backstory. I'm the Ikon Painter.
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thistle salad - 000568 - armageddon girl [[House of the Dead- Kate Raskolnikov is giving D.B. Bartlow a tour. DB harrasses the Ikon Painter, Kate and Gwen Zvesti talk.]] / D.B. Bartlow: Oh yeah? I thought icon painters were supposed to be starving ascetics. / The Ikon Painter: We're not all superstitious primitives. I only do that religious crap when I'm on a commission, sugarbear. / Kate Raskolnikov: I never should have put out the good coffee. Why- WHY would we even have this... icon painter on staff? / Gwen Zvesti: He must be one of Peter's - you know, our boss before Mattias? Obviously, since Mattias brought you on board, you wouldn't-- / Kate Raskolnikov: Why did I even listen to that guy? I had a good thing going running that gambling hall. So of course I jump at the chance to be a bean-counter in a lunatic asylum. / Gwen Zvesti: C'mon Kate, he offered you a chance to see the secret architecture of the universe. / Kate Raskolnikov: Yeah, but I think I was better off not knowing the universe is held together by clunky metaphors and crazies. / Gwen Zvesti: And it's too bad it's difficult to call in debts that are over a century old. Otherwise, you could rebuild your casino and get back into a life that revolves around breaking people's legs.
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thistle salad - 000569 - anna bloom wakes up [[Lena Gwenith and Tess Miller stand in the door to Danny Relston's office. Trace Flood is on the floor, putting out little hoof-print shaped fires.]] / Trace Flood: um, you're gonna want to watch your step. / Lena Gwenith: Tracey, why is the floor on fire? / Trace Flood: Apparently Danny can't kill Jefferson Bloom without setting off a war in heaven because, um, Bloom's current trophy wife is- I didn't really catch this bit- some kind of chosen one or something? My ancient Krass is kind of rusty. / Lena Gwenith: Wonderful. So can we move on and terrorize someone else now?
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