Snark is on the clock
...which should be totally unnecessary except that I was napping this afternoon instead of writing. Gotta have my beauty sleep.
Incidentally while I don't make mistakes I'd like to make a correction. The Virtue tortured Kingman, then he opened up the jar of baddie, then the Malakite ran him through. 'cos it's hard to open up a jar with a sword through your rib cage. Y'know, possible, but didn't happen that way.
But they do, deus ex memoratora, all get to the same place, just not the place they were hoping for. The ambulance drops off the dead master and living apprentice at a film studio in NoHo where the kids would wonder whether they were props except they're used to angels dropping off the stuff of Dreams. The ice cream truck plans a stop and exchange in Griffith Park but it doesn't go so well. They pick up a tail on the way and Corat gets gun-happy, or is it arrow-happy? with the pursuers.
But I think I've mentioned that already. I apparently failed to mention the fit the Seneschal threw when the sorcerer and his duct-taped demons had to go into the Hilltop. The Seneschal's name is Dignity--what a bad choice. She just about pukes when Glen starts drawing circles and talking about opening the jars. She has to get over it though, since they're on the phone with the ice cream truck that's about to get ambushed. They pull into a suburban garage but with Ruby's owe-her-a-little-favors all over town they're not hard to track. Gilbert's no fool, and the old soldier leads Mitchim into the house to consult with the Kyrio Seneschal. She likes having a human to talk through and tells Mitch to get Gilbert the hell out of there, that tethers are worth less than lives essentially. Or that people are easier to get out of suburbia than trucks I suppose.
The howls of dogs tell you that the wild slaughter-god is on the loose, and the chatter from the fake cops tells you that they're working for him as much as Hell. Which means in a backhanded way the charnel house is working with Ruby, demon anarchist ruler of L.A.
Meanwhile back at the Hilltop an Italian-speaking ghost keeps asking to help, so Glen lets her out of her bottle. Oh she's pretty but oh so skinny, and oh such a liar. After a bit of dialogue they realize she's a starving ghost and that she calls the slaughter-god Frank, and that he's her lover. She kinda mentions that he's also her killer--such an ugly turn in their relationship.
Ryuki shows up. He can't miss a good time like this.
And a little summary on post #804, which would have saved me a bit of time if I'd gone there.
Julia tells Glen about the Black Shuck in the other jar before he realizes she's trouble and puts her back.
The first volley in the fight in suburbia goes to the Kyrio, who sics? siccs? a nest of wasps on the demons who though they'd go around back. It's only the first shot. This fight is going to get ugly, especially once the Wheel of War and the Fighting Creationer with the flaming blade get there.
Dignity and Nisroc sing a wormhole Song together so deus ex memoratora we can get everybody to suburban L.A. for the big conflagration. Which I'll have to write about later, since I'm paying by the hour...
(left off approx. post #848)
Incidentally while I don't make mistakes I'd like to make a correction. The Virtue tortured Kingman, then he opened up the jar of baddie, then the Malakite ran him through. 'cos it's hard to open up a jar with a sword through your rib cage. Y'know, possible, but didn't happen that way.
But they do, deus ex memoratora, all get to the same place, just not the place they were hoping for. The ambulance drops off the dead master and living apprentice at a film studio in NoHo where the kids would wonder whether they were props except they're used to angels dropping off the stuff of Dreams. The ice cream truck plans a stop and exchange in Griffith Park but it doesn't go so well. They pick up a tail on the way and Corat gets gun-happy, or is it arrow-happy? with the pursuers.
But I think I've mentioned that already. I apparently failed to mention the fit the Seneschal threw when the sorcerer and his duct-taped demons had to go into the Hilltop. The Seneschal's name is Dignity--what a bad choice. She just about pukes when Glen starts drawing circles and talking about opening the jars. She has to get over it though, since they're on the phone with the ice cream truck that's about to get ambushed. They pull into a suburban garage but with Ruby's owe-her-a-little-favors all over town they're not hard to track. Gilbert's no fool, and the old soldier leads Mitchim into the house to consult with the Kyrio Seneschal. She likes having a human to talk through and tells Mitch to get Gilbert the hell out of there, that tethers are worth less than lives essentially. Or that people are easier to get out of suburbia than trucks I suppose.
The howls of dogs tell you that the wild slaughter-god is on the loose, and the chatter from the fake cops tells you that they're working for him as much as Hell. Which means in a backhanded way the charnel house is working with Ruby, demon anarchist ruler of L.A.
Meanwhile back at the Hilltop an Italian-speaking ghost keeps asking to help, so Glen lets her out of her bottle. Oh she's pretty but oh so skinny, and oh such a liar. After a bit of dialogue they realize she's a starving ghost and that she calls the slaughter-god Frank, and that he's her lover. She kinda mentions that he's also her killer--such an ugly turn in their relationship.
Ryuki shows up. He can't miss a good time like this.
And a little summary on post #804, which would have saved me a bit of time if I'd gone there.
Julia tells Glen about the Black Shuck in the other jar before he realizes she's trouble and puts her back.
The first volley in the fight in suburbia goes to the Kyrio, who sics? siccs? a nest of wasps on the demons who though they'd go around back. It's only the first shot. This fight is going to get ugly, especially once the Wheel of War and the Fighting Creationer with the flaming blade get there.
Dignity and Nisroc sing a wormhole Song together so deus ex memoratora we can get everybody to suburban L.A. for the big conflagration. Which I'll have to write about later, since I'm paying by the hour...
(left off approx. post #848)