1127 Comfortably Irritating
I think the teen wants to watch a movie. Hopefully it will be better than Pain & Gain, although that would hardly be an achievement if it was…
I don’t have anything particularly interesting to report on at the moment. It looks like the new month reset the comic’s place on that voting site. Apparently we were not able to get into the top ten last month. I suspect that other contenders are more apt to beg for that sort of thing than I, so somewhere in the teens to thirties may just be where Between Failures is doomed to be. XD I appreciate whatever support you were able to give last month none the less.
In any event here is another story section.
“This…” Remarked Julius. “This is bad. Remarkably bad.”
“There’s no other way out of this place…” Gaped Niona.
“Can a shield charm hold it back enough for us to walk across?” Asked Twig.
“If I was rested maybe.” Replied Alina. “But as it stands I couldn’t get us more than a few feet in.”
“I’d always hoped to die disgustingly old and rich…” Said Julius.
“Looks like you got as far as disgustingly…” Observed Regalius.
“We could shadowjump.” said Twig.
The group turned to her as one.
“But it could kill you, it could kill all of us.” Offered Niona.
“At this point we’re just settling on a method.” Said Julius. “Even if it doesn’t work…”
“What do we need to do?” Asked Alina grimly.
“Uh… hold on to each other hard.” Twig began. “It’s super important you don’t let go… Master will be our guide since I never saw the outside of here.”
“Can you do that, Julius?” Asked Alina.
“I have over very short distances. Again, what have we to lose?” He replied.
“Fair enough.” said Alina.
“We need to do this now!” Shouted Herrin, as the slime crested the top step, a few disoriented skeleton warriors slipping around in it comically.
Everyone linked themselves together. Julius in the lead, followed by Twig.
“Fair warning,” Said Julius. “This is probably going to suck for you guys.”
Before anyone had a chance to reply Twig shifted them into the shadow plain. Alina felt as though she was being smeared across the floor. Then, suddenly, she blacked out from the experience. Her last thought focused on the idea of clinging to her friends.
Focusing on the little clearing they had camped at Julius strained to lead the group. Thought to someone observing outside the event it would seem like seconds inside the pathway the seconds stretched out like minutes. It was painful, like breathing dry air on a hot day. If not for Twig anchoring them all there would be no way he could have stayed phased out so long or far. After several agonizing moments he spilled out of the long shadow of a tree. Skidding to a halt, clutching Twig’s hand, in the soot of their campfire.
The air was cool and moist. The taste of green and soil was in it, mixed with the burnt taste of cold cinders. He might have been there for hours as far as he knew. Suddenly a spike of terror arced through his heart. The little hand he was grasping was much colder than his own. Without accepting the possibility he felt tears beginning to form in his eyes. They shot open and were assaulted by the light of afternoon sunlight. Stricken he pulled Twig’s limp body into his arms.
“Twig! Wake up, girl!” He gasped. “This is no time for jokes!”
A long silence filled the spaces between the rustling of leaves. He began shaking, and clutched her chest to his ear. Somewhere to his right a bird sang it’s cheerful call. Then, a heartbeat. Still panicking, Julius lept to his feet. Carefully he scooped up Twig and ran to the edge of the woods. As he pelted across the soft ground he noticed the others, laying at odd angles to one another, still dazed, but clearly alive and well.
Julius ran until he found a patch of verdant grass and carefully placed Twig upon it, then, with on hand on her chest and one in the grass, he concentrated. Slowly the grass began to whither. All around his hand it wilted away and he quickly moved it to a fresh patch as each section was spent. Soon Twig was laying in a circle of brown grass, and she took a weak breath. For just a moment Julius allowed himself to feel relief, but after her intake of air she gave a weak cough and bright red blood drooled from the side of her mouth. Julius came apart. His mind now hung someplace beyond panic or terror. Then a voice.
“Is everyone alright?” Asked Alina. Before she got a response from anyone else she was being half dragged across the ground. Julius, completely mute and weeping, motioned frantically at his little friend. Years of training focused Alina’s mind. Everything else pushed back as she passed her hands over the Twig.
“This is bad…” She muttered, turning to Julius. “Get the others!”
Julius scrambled to rouse everyone else. Herrin was still completely out, but Regalius and Niona snapped to life at the site of Julius’s frantic manner.
A little way away Dewbeam had noticed the commotion and was making for the group of new friends as quickly as she could. Whatever they were doing seemed very important, and she hadn’t seen them come out of the horrible cave from before.
“It’s not enough!” Cried Alina. “I don’t have the strength to do heal this!”
“Should we move her to the trees?” Asked Niona.
“It wouldn’t matter…” Said Alina. “I’m not strong enough to force the transfer.”
“What do you mean force it?” Asked Regalius.
“Healing magic doesn’t work properly unless it’s done willingly.” She explained. “When you do a regular spell you’re giving part of your essence away. I can transfer essence from a tree, but it doesn’t understand what’s happening, so it resists. It makes it much harder.”
“Can’t you use one of us?” Asked Regalius.
“I can, but these are magical wounds. I could drain all three of you dry and it might not be enough…” She replied.
Julius reached out and grasped her wrist. “Try.”
“I won’t sacrifice 3 people to save one. I can’t.”
”Just me then!” He begged.
“No!” She said. “You’re basically fine! It would be a waste!”
“But she’s special! You saw her when Niona showed her the spell!” Julius pleaded. “She’s all potential! I’m nothing compared to her!”
“I’m sorry Julius! I truly am!” Alina cried. “She sacrificed herself for us, and I won’t piss it away!”
Utterly broken, Julius slumped into a heap. Alina, now crying, stiffled a sob with gritted teeth. Even Regalius turned away, unable to force his mouth to make the shapes needed to play.
“Alina wait! Don’t give up yet!” Cried Niona. All looked to her. “I explained things to Dewbeam, she says she knows what you need her to do!”
Dewbeam strode up to the party, in a manner equivalent to running for her species, and held out a limb to Alina. Grasping it tightly Alina concentrated. Dewbeam stretched herself into the sunlight, her leaves rustling in the gentle wind. The soft soil gave way easily as she sunk her roots deeply into it. Twig took another breath and couched up more blood. Alina bore down, her hair beginning to levitate from the power moving through her. Dewbeam’s hand began to brown, but she made no move to withdraw it. The discoloration began creeping up her limb.
“I don’t think… this is going to be enough…” Alina muttered. “They’re both going to die if I keep going…”
She made to remove her hand, but Dewbeam’s fingers moved, wrapping tightly around her wrist. Alina pulled her hand away from Twig’s chest, but the dryad simply repositioned herself and forced her hand back in place.
“She says you need to quit fighting her, Alina!” Explained Niona.
“But… it’s going to kill her…”
“She says it won’t and you need to stop being… not nice…”
“Did she now? Fine then! I won’t hold back anymore!” Sensing Alina’s renewed commitment Dewbeam eased her grasp. Alina extended both hands and concentrated with all her might. Regalius played with renewed vigor. Dewbeam’s leaves began wilting and falling to the forest floor, her bark turned brown, then gray. In places cracks began to form. Her movements stiffened then she stood, frozen in place.
“I think…” Alina said, panting. “That should do it…” With that she fell limp, suspended in the dryad’s withered, motionless, arms.
Everyone gathered around Julius, who was cradling Twig in his arms.
“Twig. Twig! Wake up! Can you hear me?” He asked. There was no response apart from her slow breaths. Julius looked around then back at Twig. Very quietly he whispered in her ear. “Athena… it’s time to wake up.”
A frown crossed Twig’s face. She opened one eye partially.
“Juuuuuliussss… don’t call me that.”
Animals of all kinds, and great distances away, were startled by Niona’s triumphant whooping.
Oh, where’s the voting at? This has rapidly become one of my “must check regularly SO GREAT” comics! :)
Click on the blue clad Brooksie on the side above the tweets, answer the skill testing question* and then you’ve voted!
*note: Question may or may not be testing any actual skill other then the ability to read single words.
Well no wonder the comic isn’t getting more votes. Why not make the link a single pixel the same color as the background, as that’d be the next logical step? I think the bigger question is how did the comic manage to get as high up the rankings as it had with such a well camouflaged link?
I want to know how she got people to come to this! Do they think the woman wrote something else? Are they easily gulled into believing she is talented without actually knowing? Did Jessie call in favors/pay them? I GOT TO KNOW!!
Well, Jess seems very capable at networking. I suspect that she’s slept with at least a few people she got to come.
Um, yes. I suspect the same. :D
Perhaps one of them was James.
You know, from Episode 661: Miss Calculation. Heh.
I started to get choked up by your story piece tonight.
I’m also with Eric, really want to know just how Jess managed to get these people here?
The hell with that… I want to know WHY Thomas would get her to do it in the first place.
Probably because she seems capable in the dark arts of deception and manipulation. Or, if you are inquiring on his reasons for wanting a lot of people there, ensuring the signing goes well and maybe helps the store was more beneficial ultimately than watching his ex crash and burn, even if the later would have been more satisfying on a personal note. Also, having Dawn distracted by “fans” keeps her distracted and allows him to escape direct conversation.
It might have something to do with her promiscuity and overly sexual approach towards men?
IE: She’s banged, or will bang, or lead them to believe she will bang?
This is, of course, but one theory.
I’m guessing this would be THE “big bang theory”? :P :)
Book looks happy enough to see Jess at least.
Jessie represents the forbidden excitement in Jo’s life and older sister figure, thus her happy reaction.
I imagined Jolene misspeaking and exclaiming “Sexsie!” instead of Jessie.
I think the magnitude of that blush would rival Fat Man’s explosion.
She would bury her face in Carol’s chest, and then just pass away from embarrassment overload.
You should totally watch The Room with her.
If nothing else, it will make her NEVER bother you to watch movies with her again.
At best, you’ll be laughing together at how godawful it is.
At worst, you’ll be cringing together awkwardly at how godawful it is.
It might not be age-appropriate. Isn’t she like 14? It’s got some borderline porn scenes from what I’ve seen.
But yeah, I’ve been meaning to get a hold of that one. I’ve see The Nostalgia Critic’s review and played the Flash game over at Newgrounds, but I’d really like to see just how amazingly bad it is for myself.
Love the girls’ mixed expression when they see Jess — Brooksie delighted, Carol a little vexed with Jess’, ah, display. Well, we’d already established whose were bigger…
She’s supposed to be looking someplace nonspecific actually, but I can see how you might come to that.
If Brooksie and Jess were to ever have/become a thing, I’d be very saddened.
And Brooksie may fall down my list of favorite characters by a couple of slots.
That’s so out of character for you. I’m shocked!
Only because I’d have to re-write my Brooksie/Nina fan fic.
Would their couple name be Nooksie or Brina?
I haven’t really given it much thought.
Too much of my time has been making comparisons of Brooksie being a mountain climber preparing to scale Nina’s wondrous peaks and set up camp in her valleys.
Forward>diagonal down-forward>forward+punch button!
I’m a bit rusty but…dragon punch? Or was that the hadoken?
Shoryuken. So yes, Dragonpunch.
Hadoken was down -> forward -> punch.
I voted for your comic, but it would be nice if we got a different vote incentive.
I can’t change that unfortunately.
So do you have all this condensed somewhere??
pastebin or something??
The adventure story? look at the tab labeled fiction.
I found it xD thank you Khade
He needs to post this to fictionpress or something o_o
I was just going through the archives, and is the creepy metalhead crew ever going to reappear?
He’s appeared a few times.
They’ll probably show up when they have the munchies. I don’t know exactly how much time has passed, but I suspect they don’t even brave sunlight until well after lunch.
One of them seems like he’d be up at the crack of dawn, though. Whether that’s because he’s up early or up late is another matter.
Anyway, this is only wild speculation.
Crave, I just went through some of the links on your site. I’m becoming dangerously curious to try to decipher your numbering conventions. The way you talk about it makes me think it’s decipherable, but your sarcasm makes me wonder if I’m falling into a trap.
Nevertheless, I’ll probably be going through an archive dive over the next few months now.
I’m not sure what numbering conventions you’re talking about. The pages are meant to be in numerical order if that’s what you mean.