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thistle salad - 000600 - prison planet Tom Amala: That sounds like some heavy fairy tale shit. A smart man would not get involved with shit like that. / Haviland Stewart: Imagine how I feel. When I came to the City to study, I was embarrassed about my background. My father was a small town mechanic. A good man, but not a very clever one. / Haviland Stewart: And then I became a scientist, a thaumacist, and discover that my mother's antecedents are even more troubling than those of my father, because my mother is a creature of myth. / Haviland Stewart: I am a pragmatic man, Mr. Amala. It was a shock to find that my mother was one of the nine identical daughters of the Lord of the Underworld. But I put the knowledge aside and lived my life relying on my own wits and resources, as I am not fool enough to trade on that heritage lightly. This is the first time I've ever even spoken of it.
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thistle salad - 000601 - prison planet Haviland Stewart: I had six older brothers and fifty four cousins whose lives stretched back through all the ages of men and every one of them, whether they were heroes, villains, theives, princes or wizards, died in some kind of monumental tragedy carried to them on the wings of myth. But on the other hand, myth is a force that can be brought to bear against anything, even in places where magic cannot be used. Of course, myth is a crueler mistress than magic. Myth burns through the world like wild fire, devouring, twisting reality around to suit its purpose, and often carrying off those who seek to control it. / Tom Amala: Oh, so you're going to use stories to get us out of here. Come off it, doc. You've been here, what? A few days. Everyone sent here thinks he's the man to break Hell's Island and we're all still here. I mean, if you're so gods-damned clever, how come they caught you? It's not as if you got yourself arrested just for the chance to test yourself against these walls, right? / Tom Amala: ... No way! No way! Why- why would you do that to yourself? You've ruined your life over an idea that probably won't even work? / Haviland Stewart: Because, Mr. Amala, I saw a way to do it and I wanted to prove to myself that it could be done. That is the only reason I've ever done anything.
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thistle salad - 000602 - anna bloom wakes up [[Ivan Churney, carrying unconscious Anna in his arms, comes face-to-face with Eliza.]] / Eliza Jane Rowlock: Ivan! I'm so glad you're here! I think Anna's in some kind of troub--- er... / [[Ivan frowns.]] / Eliza Jane Rowlock: um... / Ivan Churney: Well? What is it now? / Eliza Jane Rowlock: N-n-nevermind!
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thistle salad - 000603 - anna bloom wakes up Lena Gwenith: We're done here, right? It didn't work and it's over, right? We leave Bloom alone? / Trace Flood: I don't know. Danny's thinking. / Lena Gwenith: Feh. Wonderful. Now we'll be here all night. It's not like he has anything to think with. / Lena Gwenith: [explitive]! What's to think about? We can't kill Bloom because his wife protects him. We can't kill the wife because she's protected, so we still can't get to Bloom. / Trace Flood: Their marriage vows must tie her protections to him. I doubt it's intentional. He probably doesn't even realize what he's got- and she probably doesn't know, either. It's not like she's moonlighting as a mystical warrior or something. It would be too removed from her waking life for her to even think about most of the time. / Danny Relston: If it's a matter of vows, then we don't have to kill her. We just have to get between her and Bloom. Then he'll get rid of her, like all the other wives and girlfriends, and leave himself wide open for us.
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thistle salad - 000604 - anna bloom wakes up [[Ivan Churney tucks Anna Bloom into bed.]] / Eliza Jane Rowlock: Is she going to be all right? / Ivan Churney: She should be, once she gets some sleep. / Ivan Churney: And what about you, Miss Rowlock? What trouble have you gotten yourself into? / Eliza Jane Rowlock: I'm... it's nothing. Really / Ivan Churney: I rather doubt that. Besides, the sooner you tell me, the sooner I can dismiss your fears out of hand and go home. / Eliza Jane Rowlock: Okay! Okay! I have a nightmare and then I thought I heard something moving around in the closet. And it all seems kind of stupid now, actually. / Eliza Jane Rowlock: And it was this closet, too. The one she always keeps locked.
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thistle salad - 000605 - big tiger John Rask: A stone speaker! You know, I could make a meal of your heart and tongue and take that gift for myself. / Cybil Lattimer: You wouldn't dare. / John Rask: Surely you can't think as well of me as all that. / Cybil Lattimer: Oh, I don't. But I think a wounded man who can barely stand, stranded in hundreds of miles of trackless wilderness would be, right now, more interested in what I could do for him while I'm still alive. / John Rask: Oh. Er, yeah. Right.
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thistle salad - 000606 - big tiger [[John Rask is about to fall over.]] / John Rask: * Ugh. / Cybil Lattimer: Hey! Do you think you can untie me before you lose consciousness? / [[a raven lands nearby]] / John Rask: I never... I never liked pragmatists. Still I suppose that I... that I won't need to tell you that... that... tiresome story about the frog and... and the scorpion... / Cybil Lattimer: Yeah. And I don't need to tell you that the man who killed the goose that laid the golden eggs died poor. / John Rask: Heh. [Hey, (miss) you... ever see an invisible city?]
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thistle salad - 000607 - big tiger [[John Rask is really about to fall over now]] / Cybil Lattimer: I'm sorry? [How could anyone see an invisible city?] / John Rask: [To see... see it in the mirror... in the... the light of the sun in the mirror.] Don't... don't think... I don't know... what's h-happening... / John Rask: [[Falling over]] *
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thistle salad - 000608 - big tiger [[Cybil Lattimer is sitting down tied to a tree. Small red gems (rubies) are starting to appear scattered across the front of her shirt.]] / Cybil Lattimer: Wonderf-- / [[Close up of Cybil's mouth where another red gem has just appeared between her lips.]] / [[A raven appears hovering in the air in front of Cybil.]] / Raven: rwk? / [[Cybil spits the red gem at the raven.]] / [[The raven tumbles to the ground transformed into a larger black-winged figure from which a pair of human legs emerges.]] / Raven Girl (speaking a different language): AOWW!!! Cybil, you bitch, that hurt!
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thistle salad - 000609 - big tiger Raven Girl: (speaking another language) I can't believe you! I could have lost an eye! / Cybil Lattimer: (speaking another language) Then go be a... a carrion crow somewhere else! That man isn't dead! / Goat Monkey Princess: (speaking another language) [[standing over John Rask with a knife]] Ah, but that's easy enough to fix. / Raven Girl: (speaking another language) I'm bleeding. I am actually bleeding!
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thistle salad - 000610 - last straws: epilogue Ginger: So you're the one behind all this. What do I owe you for the resurrection. / Drew Carter: Miss, like the doctor, I am only hired help. I was paid to find you, fix you-- / Drew Carter: [[presenting Ginger with the cane]] --and give you this. / Ginger: You can't be serious! / Drew Carter: You recognize it, then? / Ginger: um... it's a very c-common shape for a cane, isn't it? There m-must be thousands like that in the city. / Drew Carter: But only this one was pulled from the same wreckage you were. / Drew Carter:
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thistle salad - 000611 - last straws: epilogue [[The shadow behind Ginger is gradually becoming more... solid.]] / Ginger: ... / Drew Carter: You won't take the cane? / Ginger: No. and why would I want it? First of all, I know for a fact that there are people out there who would kill me just for carrying that. And it belonged to a magician, but it's not magical. Why would you send me out in the world with a target painted on my back? / Ginger: Look, if whomever you work for wants me back together so that I can be killed by the Cult of the Red Man, you can just take these limbs off me right now and ship me back to the hospital, because some things should just stay dead.
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thistle salad - 000612 - last straws: epilogue [[It turns out the shadowy figure resolves into Gwen Zvesti]] / Ginger: Look, maybe I should just go back to the hospital anyway. Whatever this is- if it involves the Red Man, it's probably a bad idea. / Gwen Zvesti: But there has to be a place kept in this world for even the bad ideas. / Ginger: Oh yeah? Even ideas like ritually abusing some poor kid until he becomes a sociopathic avatar of something that shoulda died out with the stone age? / Gwen Zvesti: Yes. Even that.
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thistle salad - 000613 - last straws: epilogue Ginger: Seriously, Gwen, what is this all about? / Gwen Zvesti: [[takes the cane from Drew Carter]] Well, ah, remember how I said I'd never ask for anything more from you? / Ginger: [[looking at her prosthetic hands]] Do you really think I have anything left to give? / Ginger: No, really, just tell me you want me to pick out the next Red Man for you. You want me destroy some poor kid's life, right? / Gwen Zvesti: No, actually. Actually, it's... considerably worse. / Ginger: Worse as in more dangerous, or worse as in even less ethical? / Gwen Zvesti: Ah... both. / [[Ginger ponders]]
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thistle salad - 000614 - last straws: epilogue Ginger: Oh, what the hell. Give it over. / Ginger: [[takes the cane]] I mean, everyone I know is either dead or has disappeared into prison or the ether or whatever. If there ever was a time to be someone else... / Ginger: Besides, how else am I gonna find out what's worse than finding, blinding and forcing demonic possession onto an adolescent boy? / [[Ginger walks into the mirror, Gwen follows]] / Gwen Zvesti: We will settle our account later, Carter. / Drew Carter: Oh, hey. Sure. If you can't trust the gods, who can you trust?
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thistle salad - 000615 - last straws: epilogue Drew Carter: You can't trust anyone. / Haviland Stewart: No. You really- / / Haviland Stewart: [[smashes the mirror with a wrench]] -can't! / Drew Carter: Ah! / Drew Carter: What was that about? / Haviland Stewart: The last thing I need in this house is a mirror that thinks it's a portal to another dimension. / Drew Carter: Well, if that's all taken care of, I'll be on my way. / [[Shadowy figure is shown throttling Drew with a claw hand]] / Shadowy figure: Not so fast, kitty-cat!
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thistle salad - 000616 - last straws: epilogue Haviland Stewart: Margaret, what did I tell you? / Margaret Stewart: As I recall, you told me I'd never be able to get the drop on him, so I think you owe me lunch. / Haviland Stewart: Well, congratulations. And now we've started negotiations on entirely the wrong foot. / Drew Carter: Stewart, what the fuck-- / Margaret Stewart: Oh, come on, Pop! What's the point of being villains if we treat everyone with kid gloves? / Margaret Stewart: You might want to keep a civil tongue, Mister. You wouldn't want to be accidently asphyxiated, yeah?
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thistle salad - 000617 - last straws: epilogue Haviland Stewart: Margaret, Let him go. / [[Margaret does, and in the background of the next few panels we see her trading in her claw for a more hand-like prosthetic]] / Drew Carter: What the- what the hell is this all about? / Haviland Stewart: Well, I am rather embarrassed to admit that this is all about money. I require more money. / Drew Carter: What?! We had an agreement-! / Haviland Stewart: Yes. Yes we did. But I feel you broke it when you moved up the timeline. / Drew Carter: I had to move the timeline! The girl was right about there being a cult! / Haviland Stewart: I can't imagine a world where that would be my problem. By the way, have you met my children?
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thistle salad - 000618 - last straws: epilogue Drew Carter: You are trying to threaten me. / Haviland Stewart: No, and I doubt I'd be standing here with my throat intact if you really thought I was threatening you. / Haviland Stewart: I am attempting to make a point. I have two children and between them, they have one useable hand. This is not a hobby or a career for me and since you changed the timeline, I had to use materials I would have rather held in reserve. No, when my son comes to me with a broken arm, as he seems to do with alarming frequency, I will have nothing to replace it with. And while money won't help that, it would sooth my feelings on the matter. / Drew Carter: You know there's still a price on your head? Maybe I'll get your extra money from DEEP. / Haviland Stewart: You know, strangest thing, but I happen to know some people who would be very, very interested in talking to you about the extra vertebrae in your spine and the curious shape of your skull.
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thistle salad - 000619 - last straws: epilogue/ armageddon girl [[Haviland Stewart addressing a glowering Drew Carter]] / Haviland Stewart: Know what I find very curious, Mr. Carter? You sell things that you kill, steal or find. Your business is high risk, but does not require any capital. I know you get paid in cash, but you prefer to pay others in favors and merchandise. So, I wonder, where does all your money go? / [[scene changes to the much, much earlier 'armageddon girl' storyline, where Drew Carter is glowering at... a pair of shadows in the foreground.]] / Shadowy Figure: Well, well, Mr. Carter, caught red-handed at last.
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thistle salad - 000620 - armageddon girl [[Turns out the shadowy figure menacing Drew Carter is Detective Hazel Silverton, accompanied by a woman wrapped up a motorcycle jacket and helmet, presumably her assistant.]] / Drew Carter: Is that a joke? You know I don't speak fascist. / Detective Hazel Silverton: Maybe you should consider learning it. They say it pays to know the language of the majority. Besides, aren't fascists some of your best customers? / Drew Carter: What's with the kid in the half-uniform, Silverton? / Detective Hazel Silverton: I think I came down here to look at a corpse, Drew. If that's all right. / Detective Hazel Silverton: So... botched a back alley autopsy, huh? / Drew Carter: This one's not worth my time.
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thistle salad - 000621 - armageddon girl Detective Hazel Silverton: Yeah. You don't see a lot of guys running around killing people with swords, do you? / Drew Carter: Actually, I do. / Detective Hazel Silverton: Okay, yes, but you are a specialist. / Drew Carter: Yeah, and I think if I had the sword that did this, I could name my gods-damn price. / Drew Carter: My kills aren't this clean- Hell, I've never seen wounds this nice. And what is it? A sword sharp enough to purge a soul? / Detective Hazel Silverton: No... not purged- purified.
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thistle salad - 000622 - armageddon girl Detective Hazel Silverton [[to her assistant]]: I should call this in. Make sure the career criminal here doesn't do anything untoward, huh? / Drew Carter: So... you're Molly Shue under that, aren't you? Having a bad day? / Molly Shue: Of course it's me, Drew. And you know all my days are bad. / Drew Carter: Well, you brought this on yourself, kid- trying to pass for a normal. Although... you know what, I just might know a guy who could probably help you control your... condition. / Molly Shue: Yeah, thanks, Drew... but the last thing I need right now is to owe you anything. I'm trying to get out of the underworld.
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thistle salad - 000623 - armageddon girl Drew Carter: Molly, it's just-- there's a vast difference between being normal and acting normal. / Molly Shue: What? Are you offering to give me lessons or something? You're no better at this than I am. / [[Molly picks up the murder victim's purse.]] / Drew Carter: At least I can stand out here, in the sunlight, like a normal person. / Molly Shue: Yeah, the irony isn't lost on me, seeing as I'm not the one drooling all over the sidewalk. / Drew Carter: Wait- this doesen't get to you? The blood? The smell? / Molly Shue: No. That, at least, isn't one of my problems. / Drew Carter: Well, aren't you a lucky duck. Meanwhile, I'll be spending the next two weeks craving raw meat and fretting about devolving. / Molly Shue:[[To herself]] [[She is looking at the victim's wallet]] huh. I was right.
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thistle salad - 000624 - armageddon girl Kate Raskolnikov: I'll have you know that there's a lot more to racketeering than just breaking legs. It's not all violent-- / Gwen Zvesti: uh, Katya-- er, Kate- / D.B. Bartlow: So, if this is the staff, what about those two heavies by the front door? / Gwen Zvesti: Oh, they don't belong to us, they're with the downstairs tenant... / Kate Raskolnikov: *cough* / Gwen: Which reminds me-- / [[D.B. gets hauled off, Taffeta Ryan in the background gives her the thumbs up]] / D.B. Bartlow: --what? / [[Gwen indicates a door]] / Gwen Zvesti: So this door- whatever you do DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR. / Kate Raskolnikov: Gwen, are you insane? You don't talk to humans like that. The minute our backs are turned she's going to beeline over here. / Gwen Zvesti: Oh. Oops.
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thistle salad - 000625 - other people's sins [[a soldier sits on a bench, reading a book]] / [[someone is holding a gun to the man's head]] / Victori Carslyle: I am so, so sorry about this. / [[John Diondel magics the soldier into a wall.]] / John Diondel: This is a waste of time.
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thistle salad - 000626 - other people's sins Victori Carslyle (to John Diondel): [[pointing]] What you're looking for- it- it's not far- just down this hall. / Victori Carslyle: Vic, you can do this. You're going to get what you came for. And it's going to be worth it. It's going to be worth everything. / Victori Carslyle: Only, I wish-- / [[Victori doesn't notice, but it seems that Michelle is coming alive in her arms.]]
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thistle salad - 000627 - armageddon girl [[Steven Delmar intro page]] / [[Steven is holding the (very young) Julian Flood/ Delmar]] / Steven Delmar: -I only wish I knew I was doing the right thing.
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thistle salad - 000628 - armageddon girl Tess Miller: Sir, I brought you some more- / [[seeing that Danny has, uh, regained his sanity- or, at least, his sobriety]] / Tess Miller: Ah. / Tess Miller: Sir? Er, about Flood, sir, if there's anything I can do--? / Danny Relston: Do? There's nothing to be done. / [[the newspaper he's hiding behind, the headlines are "STEEL HEIRESS KIDNAPPING IN THIRD DAY POLICE SILENT ON RANSOM DEMANDS; FAMILY (scribble)" and "REAL ESTATE HEIRESS TARKOVSKI STILL MISSING AFTER PARENTS SHOCKNG MURDER"]] / Tess Miller: But, sir, she's the- I mean, sir, what about your- / Danny Relston: THERE'S NOTHING TO BE DONE. / Danny Relston: [[looking at Lena Gwenith's skeleton on the couch beside him]] What do you want me to do? Add her to my collection?
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thistle salad - 000629 - armageddon girl Steven Delmar: Though I can't imagine what my wife is going to think- / Cita: She's going to wonder how you got so soft, Steven. / Cita: Still picking up strays, big brother? Your heart is going to land you in trouble. / Steven Delmar: So? I thought you decided we were enemies. And stop calling me that. It's ludicrous. We're the same age. / Cita: Well, excuse me, Steven, but it just sounds better than "Hey, The Twin Brother From Whom I was Separated At Birth Only to Have Met Again One Fateful Day Back in My/ Our Mid-Twenties!"
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