never mind the mudlarks; here comes the furniture kickers. it's so cool to be some friday here. good stuff as aways and thanks to both all three of you for the efforts.
Kirk's threat at the end is pure genius. I plan to incorporate it into my everyday speech ("put that down before I come and kick some furniture over...." "please return the book to the library so another fee earner can use it, else I shall come up to your office and kick your furniture over. Thank you!")
And oh boy, that really is a magnificent weapon, that gun!
Today, so far is good. There is alcohol in my future and a weekend beckons.
First thoughts before 9am on a hot Florida morning:
Now that's some damage, turning the one guy's forearm at the bottom of page 1 into nothing but blood spatter and a handful of tiny meatchunks
KK does seem to have a bit of a fetish for using jerry cans as ordinance. I was worried that was a one time thing and she wasn't quite such a hot blooded girl, but I should have had more faith after the incident on the watchtower.
Page 4. Glowing purple eyes. Enough said.
After all this I'm worried we may be sitting back for a couple of months watching the fallout of this display of diplomacy, but we still have to clean some stuff up. Time to find out what happened in the meantime with Jack & Arkady.
I'm going to have to get the brainjuice flowing, but I'm starting to wonder since I only counted five boats this time...and we did have the question of a sixth that "disappeared". Count again this afternoon & try to match the boats against last week's pages before I suspect Warren too much of sending a sneak attack in. We have already seen the 'Angels aren't perfect.
Their eyes! So ferociously omnipotent, it gave me shivers! Kirk's whole little speech at the end was so perfectly languid, like he's not really had to expend any effort really so far, but in less than a second from now you are going to get seriously fucked up unless you behave...
try to match the boats against last week's pages before I suspect Warren too much of sending a sneak attack in.
That would seem to be Mark's style, to my mind. Send cannon fodder through the front gate to be mercilessly chewed up and spat out, while he slips in through the side entrance to appear in their midst as though he'd never left...