Whew! I finally got to show what all the characters are doing! If you can’t read it, the action dialogue under Goldie’s Excalibur says “-slidethru-”. The sword didn’t whack Granny this time. It just slid through her.
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Finished! :) The end dialogue of Humpty was going to simply be the clichés but they were too cliché to NOT say how cliché they were.
I am purposefully trying to say cliché as many times as I can… Cliché!
As the sketch suggested, the previous strip left at a cliff-hanger and we are back in Cindy’s room to see what is going on with she and Velvy. The next strip or two will focus on what the other characters are doing at HQ but that’s so I can attend a funeral and try and plot how to draw the next part of the action sequence.
It’s been a little while since last I included narrative so here we go!
With a pair of tongs, Cinderella placed the Velveteen Rabbit on a clear desktop in her room.
“That was the tenth washing!” Frustrated, a fluting sigh flit past her lips. She eyed Velvy warily. “Now you… you just sit. Don’t move.” Cindy’s voice held a note of warning for the animate stuffed animal. Not waiting for a reply, she backed up two steps. “I’ll be right back.”
Velvy watched the princessed pauper dash about her room in search of something but his sight inevitably drew again to the tiny bubbles of disease forming once more on his extremities.
Still damp from his recent ringing through Cindy’s laundering contraption, he hugged himself. He wasn’t cold, didn’t feel violated in the least, nor did being moist dampen his spirits. The wetness weighed him down physically, made it difficult to move, and that reminded him just enough of the fate he’d missed in his original story to set his mind wandering.
…Was it better to be a live rabbit? He doubted he could handle being one of Mother Goose’s champions if that were so. The fresh stitches Cindy put in to patch him up from his encounter with the Red Lady stood as clear proof of that. But, if he were alive, perhaps the disease would leave him and he could touch and be held by anyone at all without hurting them. Maybe then… Maybe then Cindy wouldn’t look at him like–
Her giant eye startled him momentarily until he realized he was seeing it close up through the magnifying glass she’d fetched to inspect his necrotic aura better.
“Hm,” she said as she peered extensively at his left arm, currently being hugged by the one she’d reattached. “The disease particles persist. They appear to generate from your fur as fast as you are washed. This will be a challenge.”
If Velvy had eyelids, he’d have blinked at Cindy in surprise. She hadn’t sounded upset or disgusted or hateful or afraid! In fact… “You sound like Dr. Muffet.”
“Hush. Being analytical.”
And obviously too much involved to use full sentences, or to understand that the Velveteen Rabbit wasn’t being critical. He was actually excited! If the challenge of getting rid of his disease aura helped Cindy get close to him, to see beyond her loathing of its effects, then he didn’t mind being as he was. Not at all!
Yay! A new year, a finished strip, and more good things to come in the next few months. That’s the plan anyway!
The things shooting out of Granny’s hands are called hex bolts and are comprised of necrotic energy, I believe.
If you were hoping for a comic strip… Yay! You get your Thanksgiving wish! :) Sorry for no writing to accompany the strip this time. Maybe next time!
Happy Turkey Day, everyone! May you eat your fill of whatever your heart desires… unless it’s brains… and then we’ll have to get out the shot gun. Bad Granny!
And we return to the primary colors again! The three about to meet up with our heroes (counting the sheep as one entity) shall remain nameless for now but I wonder if you can guess who they are? ;)
Oh, and there was a nasty flu or whatever bug goin’ ’round so thanks for your patience on the strip!
Instead of the yearly Halloween poster/pin-up, I just went straight to the next strip because it fit so well, falling on Halloween and all. As far as the title is concerned, I am showing my age ;)
This strip has loads of color. It is story-related and I can’t reveal it just yet but have fun theorizing! Keep in mind that the characters see in full color and I simply highlight things with color to make them stand out as important for the readers. Thanks for reading and Happy Halloween!
As shriveled limbs pushed the sarcophagus lid aside, a truly gruesome creature unfurled from the tomb. It was putrid greenish-grey and had a ghoulish mouth upturned into the devil’s own grin, filled with sharp teeth. The nose cavernous, the eyes deep black pits, each orifice held within its chasm an odd glow hard to make out from a distance but it was the overall sight and the smell that staggered the heroes. The stench of it curled forth like grasping hands about one’s throat.
The encroaching mist was the immediate threat Goldie perceived. She drew Excalibur from her left thigh and swashed at the oncoming yellowish haze. A gold glow similar to that of her cursed hair encircled the legendary blade like armor as it cut through the mist. It scattered and retreated away from the radiant gleam, only to spread out to the adjoining chambers just as the red and blue mists were doing…