M.Z. let us in to Vesask, we got to see the Cult without their hoods up, and we all shared stories with our new friends. Pan even made us some more tea (not shown, of course). Good times.

-Cyril

When there’s a knock on my door, I immediately assume Mormons. When there’s a knock on my door and I’ve just moved in… I assume the Mormons are back for revenge, seeking answers and closure for their fallen companion(s)*.

It’s a very good thing Cyril spoke up, because words like “coalition” and “cult” and “keyholders” and “we” don’t really put me in a gracious, “come on in and have a nice cup o’ tea” sorta mood.

Though, I did think it was pretty funny that they offered to…reschedule. Classy.

-MZ

She was reluctant at first to let people into her House (what with a couple True Dreams hiding in there and all), but after a little bit of coaxing, she let us all in.

-Cyril

This page has been mostly finished for weeks now, sitting on my desktop, waiting for me to get around to it. As you can see, I’ve finally done just that. Apologies for the delay.

-Cyril

Some people say you can never have too many friends. Typically, I disagree, but… this was an exception.

-Cyril

Clear as mud. Besides… even with what was clear, that’s a heavy question to be asking anybody. It took some serious consideration, I assure you.

Zaman was not too pleased to learn that some nutcase who wrote a book once believed that the war that killed him and all his people would be coming back. Either that or he was just bored. I don’t know. He certainly was acting a little dejected at the time, though.

-Cyril

Lots of stuff going on here. Drogand disappeared completely, Min hid herself inside a set of gigantic blades, and my attack did nothing but put a bit of dust on Gabriel’s cloak. …at least they didn’t attack back, though, right? I imagine I would have lost. Big time.

-Cyril

It’s probably not good form to attack people whom you’ve just met, even if informally. Though, it’s probably even worse form to sneak up on a guy who has a) been drinking all night; b) very recently witnessed a vision of the future where similarly cloaked individuals killed some people [see here]; and c) the ability to attack you in such a way. Despite not being an expert on good and bad form, I consider it a wash.

Those poor people who got blasted have names, and I see no point in withholding them at this point. As seen in panel two, from left to right: Kiran, Drogand, Min, Gabriel, Zita, and Hagar.

Next page will be up whenever I get around to it. I’ve barely even started it, but that’s okay. Right? Sure.

In other news, I started up a tumblr page thing (the kids call them “tumblelogs”? Is that true? Whatever works, I guess). There’s really not much there at this point, but I plan to put up stuff whenever I feel like it. “Experimental” art stuff where I learn at least one thing and hardly experiment at all because I like to be stuck in my ways. Or just junk to clutter up the internet more. Whatever. The rare and hypothetical future postings can be found here.

Anyway… I think I’ve rambled enough here. Take care.

-Cyril