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No Rest For The Wicked - latest additions http://forthewicked.net/ The latest transcribed No Rest For The Wicked comics, powered by OhNoRobot.com en-us Mon, 20 Apr 2009 19:09:55 -0000 60 First Interlude: The Boy -- page 1 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02i-01.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02i-01.html Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:15:43 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02i-01.html">First Interlude: The Boy -- page 1</a> Pierre: --Wrong! Give up? The answer is "carriage"! Colette: "Carriage" begins with a "c", Pierre. Pierre: Look, I'll do another one so you get the hang of it, all right? I spy with my little eye something beginning with -- [[Both are jostled out of their seats as the carriage comes to a sudden stop.]] <<WHIIINNYYY>> Colette: ...What was THAT all about? Pierre: Hold on... [[Pierre sticks his head out the window of the carriage.]] Pierre: Say coachman, what-- Driver: D'YOU *WANT* TO DIE, YOU GOD DAMNED FLEA-BRAINED IDIOT??? Pierre: .... Driver: ...Ah... not YOU, your lordship! I meant this OTHER... I meant THIS idiot over here... Driver: ...who just stepped out into the middle of the road. The Boy: Hullo. First Interlude: The Boy -- page 1

Pierre: --Wrong! Give up? The answer is "carriage"!
Colette: "Carriage" begins with a "c", Pierre.
Pierre: Look, I'll do another one so you get the hang of it, all right?
I spy with my little eye something beginning with --

[[Both are jostled out of their seats as the carriage comes to a sudden stop.]]
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Colette: ...What was THAT all about?
Pierre: Hold on...

[[Pierre sticks his head out the window of the carriage.]]
Pierre: Say coachman, what--
Driver: D'YOU *WANT* TO DIE, YOU GOD DAMNED FLEA-BRAINED IDIOT???

Pierre: ....
Driver: ...Ah... not YOU, your lordship! I meant this OTHER... I meant THIS idiot over here...

Driver: ...who just stepped out into the middle of the road.
The Boy: Hullo.]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 48 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-48.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-48.html Thu, 29 Jun 2006 15:29:33 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-48.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 48</a> Perrault: ...You expect to go that far...? November: I don't know. I don't really have a choice, do I? [[She closes the book.]] November: Until I find the moon... ...all I can think to do is keep going forward. Perrault: Huh. Well, any half-with can find his way to World's End, if he only keeps walking straight ahead of him... Perrault: ...So the one thing we needn't worry about is following paths. Caption: Chapter Two: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- END Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 48

Perrault: ...You expect to go that far...?
November: I don't know.
I don't really have a choice, do I?

[[She closes the book.]]
November: Until I find the moon...
...all I can think to do is keep going forward.

Perrault: Huh.
Well, any half-with can find his way to World's End, if he only keeps walking straight ahead of him...

Perrault: ...So the one thing we needn't worry about is following paths.
Caption: Chapter Two: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- END]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 47 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-47.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-47.html Thu, 29 Jun 2006 15:23:27 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-47.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 47</a> [[Back in the present time, November is flipping through the pages of the atlas.]] November: ...It had pages, just like any story-book... And as with any story-book... November: ...whether you liked it or not, if you kept turning the pages, you would eventually reach... [[November flips to the last page in the atlas. The words "The End" are written on it in large letters.]] Perrault: The End... [[Perrault and Red both look a bit surprised.]] Perrault ...of the World...? Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 47

[[Back in the present time, November is flipping through the pages of the atlas.]]
November: ...It had pages, just like any story-book...
And as with any story-book...

November: ...whether you liked it or not, if you kept turning the pages, you would eventually reach...

[[November flips to the last page in the atlas. The words "The End" are written on it in large letters.]]
Perrault: The End...

[[Perrault and Red both look a bit surprised.]]
Perrault ...of the World...?]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 46 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-46.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-46.html Thu, 29 Jun 2006 15:18:47 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-46.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 46</a> [[Little November lugs the huge book with some difficulty, practically tipping over from the weight.]] November (narration): I couldn't read well yet; so I brought the book to my sisters and asked if we could read it together. [[Little August and Little September page through the book, which is balanced on Little November's head. August looks dismissive. September looks like she's stifling laughter. November looks annoyed.]] November (narration): They told me that there was no story in it -- only maps and pictures. I thought they were making fun of me. [[November's mother is sitting in a chair, with the book on her lap. Little November looks up at her disappointedly.]] November (narration): Even when my mother told me the same, I couldn't quite believe it. [[As her mother pats her on the head, Little November frowns intently at the book.]] November (narration): To me, it seemed impossible for there to be no story in it. After all, it looked just like a story-book... Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 46

[[Little November lugs the huge book with some difficulty, practically tipping over from the weight.]]
November (narration): I couldn't read well yet; so I brought the book to my sisters and asked if we could read it together.

[[Little August and Little September page through the book, which is balanced on Little November's head. August looks dismissive. September looks like she's stifling laughter. November looks annoyed.]]
November (narration): They told me that there was no story in it -- only maps and pictures.
I thought they were making fun of me.

[[November's mother is sitting in a chair, with the book on her lap. Little November looks up at her disappointedly.]]
November (narration): Even when my mother told me the same, I couldn't quite believe it.

[[As her mother pats her on the head, Little November frowns intently at the book.]]
November (narration): To me, it seemed impossible for there to be no story in it.
After all, it looked just like a story-book...]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 45 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-45.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-45.html Thu, 29 Jun 2006 15:10:35 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-45.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 45</a> November: T-THE BOOK! In all the commotion, I forgot to put it back on the shelf! Perrault: A convenient oversight... Perrault: And you picked it up in the first place, because...? November: I... we used to have something like it at home... You had one as well, in the Marquis' study... a map of the world, in the shape of a book... Perrault: Ah yes, the atlas. What of it? November: The one we had at home was older, and much larger. When I was small... [[Flashback: November as a little girl, maybe four or five years old, staring wonderingly at a huge thick book with "The World" written on the cover.]] November (narration): ...I thought, it surely had to be a grand, exciting story. Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 45

November: T-THE BOOK!
In all the commotion, I forgot to put it back on the shelf!
Perrault: A convenient oversight...

Perrault: And you picked it up in the first place, because...?
November: I... we used to have something like it at home...
You had one as well, in the Marquis' study... a map of the world, in the shape of a book...

Perrault: Ah yes, the atlas. What of it?
November: The one we had at home was older, and much larger.
When I was small...

[[Flashback: November as a little girl, maybe four or five years old, staring wonderingly at a huge thick book with "The World" written on the cover.]]
November (narration): ...I thought, it surely had to be a grand, exciting story.]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 44 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-44.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-44.html Fri, 20 Jan 2006 21:03:24 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-44.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 44</a> Perrault: As for ourselves, we picked up a few treasures and we made it out alive, which is the most important part of an amusing adventure. November: I don't want adventures... November: ...I want to go home and sleep. Perrault: Yes, well... [[Perrault discretely takes the magic ring out of his pocket and looks at it.]] Perrault: ...at least ONE of us now has that option... ...should things ever cease to be amusing. Perrault: Look, even this one didn't come away empty-handed! Red: Don't lump me in with YOU, hairball. [[Perrault and November notice the book from the Beast's library, which she is still carrying under her arm.]] Perrault: And unless my eyes deceive me, your highness... Neither did you. November: What...? Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 44

Perrault: As for ourselves, we picked up a few treasures and we made it out alive, which is the most important part of an amusing adventure.
November: I don't want adventures...

November: ...I want to go home and sleep.
Perrault: Yes, well...

[[Perrault discretely takes the magic ring out of his pocket and looks at it.]]
Perrault: ...at least ONE of us now has that option...
...should things ever cease to be amusing.

Perrault: Look, even this one didn't come away empty-handed!
Red: Don't lump me in with YOU, hairball.

[[Perrault and November notice the book from the Beast's library, which she is still carrying under her arm.]]
Perrault: And unless my eyes deceive me, your highness...
Neither did you.
November: What...?]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 43 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-43.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-43.html Fri, 20 Jan 2006 13:30:08 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-43.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 43</a> Beauty: --Oh God, it's my fault! I was away too long, and he lost his will to live! (He was always so *sensitive*!) Beauty: Please don't die, Beast! I love you! We can work things out! Beast: SO YOU'LL MARRY ME??? [[Meanwhile, Perrault, November, and Red are beating a hasty retreat through the broken gate they entered through earlier. November is pulling Red by the hand Red is holding the axe with. Red looks as if she has misgivings about leaving without finishing the Beast off.]] November: ...Beast or no, he was still a nobleman. We assaulted him in his home... made free with his property... and now we're fleeing like common criminals! Perrault: We certainly took his mind off his troubles. Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 43

Beauty: --Oh God, it's my fault!
I was away too long, and he lost his will to live!
(He was always so *sensitive*!)

Beauty: Please don't die, Beast! I love you! We can work things out!
Beast: SO YOU'LL MARRY ME???

[[Meanwhile, Perrault, November, and Red are beating a hasty retreat through the broken gate they entered through earlier. November is pulling Red by the hand Red is holding the axe with. Red looks as if she has misgivings about leaving without finishing the Beast off.]]
November: ...Beast or no, he was still a nobleman.
We assaulted him in his home... made free with his property... and now we're fleeing like common criminals!
Perrault: We certainly took his mind off his troubles.]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 42 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-42.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-42.html Fri, 20 Jan 2006 13:23:05 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-42.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 42</a> [[November grabs hold of the axe Red is brandishing. Perrault is still looking down into the garden.]] November: Eh... NO! Are you *mad*?! Perrault: Such should be obvious by now. But more importantly... [[We see someone walking on the other side of the garden wall.]] Perrault: ...Someone's coming. [[Down in the garden, Beauty is coming round the wall into the garden.]] Beauty: I think I heard something... Beast? Are you out here? Beauty: I know, I know, I'm a bit late... My sisters, honestly... They're sweet, but they can be a real pain in the... [[She stops cold when she sees the Beast lying on the ground.]] Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 42

[[November grabs hold of the axe Red is brandishing. Perrault is still looking down into the garden.]]
November: Eh... NO! Are you *mad*?!
Perrault: Such should be obvious by now.
But more importantly...

[[We see someone walking on the other side of the garden wall.]]
Perrault: ...Someone's coming.

[[Down in the garden, Beauty is coming round the wall into the garden.]]
Beauty: I think I heard something...
Beast? Are you out here?

Beauty: I know, I know, I'm a bit late...
My sisters, honestly... They're sweet, but they can be a real pain in the...

[[She stops cold when she sees the Beast lying on the ground.]]]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 41 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-41.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-41.html Fri, 20 Jan 2006 12:20:19 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-41.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 41</a> [[There's a brief stillness. Then the Beast goes sailing through the big window, shards of broken glass flying everywhere.]] <<KRASSSSHH>> [[As the Beast hits the ground, we see Red dusting off her hands. Behind her, November looks shocked. Perrault is putting his coat back on.]] <<THUD>> [[November and Perrault peer out through the broken window at the Beast sprawled out on the ground, two stories below. Red takes her axe out of the basket, which November is still holding.]] November: My God, you've killed him! Perrault: Meh, he's still twitching. Red: Not for long. Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 41

[[There's a brief stillness. Then the Beast goes sailing through the big window, shards of broken glass flying everywhere.]]
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[[As the Beast hits the ground, we see Red dusting off her hands. Behind her, November looks shocked. Perrault is putting his coat back on.]]
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[[November and Perrault peer out through the broken window at the Beast sprawled out on the ground, two stories below. Red takes her axe out of the basket, which November is still holding.]]
November: My God, you've killed him!
Perrault: Meh, he's still twitching.
Red: Not for long.]]> Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 40 http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-40.html http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-40.html Sun, 15 Jan 2006 20:42:04 -0000 <a href="http://forthewicked.net/archive/02-40.html">Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 40</a> [[The Beast, looking enraged, drops Perrault.]] Beast: .... [[He still looks livid as Red walks down the steps.]] Beast: ...THAT'S... ...YOU... [[Red hands her basket full of roses to November to hold.]] Beast: ...PICKED MY *ROSES*... [[The rose Red had been holding, with all but one of its petals pulled off, bounces off the Beast's face.]] [[Red beckons to the Beast, while grinning dangerously.]] Red: I'll pick your bones too, ugly. Chapter 2: Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know -- page 40

[[The Beast, looking enraged, drops Perrault.]]
Beast: ....

[[He still looks livid as Red walks down the steps.]]
Beast: ...THAT'S...
...YOU...

[[Red hands her basket full of roses to November to hold.]]
Beast: ...PICKED MY *ROSES*...

[[The rose Red had been holding, with all but one of its petals pulled off, bounces off the Beast's face.]]

[[Red beckons to the Beast, while grinning dangerously.]]
Red: I'll pick your bones too, ugly.]]>