Sure he won't make a peep, but neither will he go out like the sheep!
Gmork was hurled back by the advancing wave of supersonic, celestial harmonic vibrancy. He was thrown like a piece of hay at the speed of sound except their was no tree trunk to pierce. Instead, he skipped along the remaining air currents before impacting into a cresting wave of Nothing. Gmork disappeared into the fog and lightning.
The indignity of it, Blue thought, would drive his old friend to new heights of insane fury. Sure enough, a moment later Blue could make out a black speck bursting from the Nothing and skipping back along fog the color of yellow paper. Blue sighed and tore his gaze away, tilting his blonde head to the heavens. The Nothing reached across most of what Blue had learned in the Mundy should have been infinite space, but perhaps that had been a fable the Mundies had told themselves. It was everywhere. Omnipresent.
"Ah well," Blue said, leaning on Gabriel's Horn, which was as long as he was tall. While it was a marvel in its own right, Blue didn't feel like marveling. He lowered his lips upon the mouthpiece, but not to blow it again. It was just a convenient place to rest his face. The bell of the horn was resting on the six feet of marble dais, which was all that remained of the homelands. It was tempting to blow again, shatter the stone, and plummet through what remained of the air until he was enveloped in the Nothing.
"Bbllluuuueeeee!" Gmork's voice still cracked like thunder, even if it was no longer associated with any of the celestial incarna. There was hate and rage in that voice, raw primal emotions in the intonations that didn't take a trained musician to recognize.
It brought a smile to Blue's lips to know that his friend would be the one to take him out in the end. It seemed like a better way to go then giving in to the Nothing like so many people had. Something about letting himself slip into that quiet, enveloping embrace and being unmade just didn't sit well with him. He could have brought out the Vorpal Sword and perhaps mustered up enough emotion to sword dance and blade sing. But Blue couldn't bring himself to kill his only friend left in the world, even if they were no longer really friends.
The Nothing had finished its last meal, and now its tendrils shot out with a speed that rivaled Gmork's. That was saying something since Gmork ran faster than the wind. One of those tendrils of smoke and fog sawed through half the marble platform. Somehow whatever kept the platform aloft kept the section Blue was on afloat even as the other half sunk into the depths of the Nothing. He liked to think it was the Emperess' love for him or her hope for a new beginning.
Gmork was now the size of a hand and growing as he came further into the frame of view for the scene.
Blue hadn't moved yet. It had just been fortunate that he'd appeared on the left side and the Nothing had claimed the right side. But that was true of so many situations. In a right-handed world, Blue usually ended up on the left-hand side. Left handed people couldn't cut with right handed scissors, and so it went with most situations when you were on the wrong side. This final time, at least, had been in Blue's favor.
Blue crooked his lips into a smile and cast of the lingering melancholy. With his right hand, he exchanged the horn for his sword. The Vorpal Sword at least was eager for a fight. It's emotion bled over to his. It was a crutch, but one Blue didn't begrudge right now. With his other hand he snagged another Budweiser. The edge of the Sword was so keen that when Blue sliced through the stem -- he thought it cut a more dramatic image then using the sword as a bottle opener -- the glass was as smooth as if it had been worn down by the loving hands of the ocean.
He raised the beer to Gmork. "Well, old friend-"
The Nothing, fog and lightning and everything else, formed a fist around him even as Gmork was but five feet away. It was a toss up which would devour him first, but Blue was making ready none the less. The beer for the Nothing and the sword for his friend. With his bases covered, a measure of peace came over him. Then instead of constricting the Nothing recoiled.
"ALL ABOARD WHO'S COMING ABOARD!"
Any warrior worth a salt's wage, knew to never turn your back on your enemy. It could be a trick at best. At worst, you gave up your advantage and lost situational awareness. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bushes and all that. But most warriors didn't have an invulnerable cloak protecting their backside, and most warriors couldn't teleport to anywhere they know they want to go.
Blue turned.
There standing like well a young women in a brown jacket with glasses. With her palms flung up, dark energy tore and ripped vortexes and emptiness in a dancing, jittery, spiderweb tapestry around here and now around Blue too. It have been more impressive if the young women wasn't standing in front of a telephone booth. A spaceship or at the head of a host of angels would have been pretty badass. It was a surreal, Ghostbuster's moment. Had he accidentally thought of the Staypuff Marshmellow man, or whatever that equivalent would be from Bill and Ted's excellent adventure when he'd blown his horn. Some odd commingling of pop culture and his love for the Childlike Empress? Never in a million years would he have imagined that in his darkest hour that he'd be saved by a genderbent Ted Logan to join a bevy of bodacious dudes and dudettes from across history.
"Sure," Blue said. It must have been one totally, heinous history exam to pluck me up, Blue thought, but didn't feel comfortable enough to say it. The mood and his relationship with this lady were too tenuous. She might even be a boxer. Out of the frying pan and into the toilet.
He let Gmork not only hit him but drive him to the ground almost at the feet of the women. The Witching Cloak billowed out and around the remaining three feet of marble. With a thought, the remains of the dais disappeared into the cloak, and both Gmork and Blue were tumbling down towards the Nothing.
Blue frowned. He'd lost so many friends. He didn't have any more tears to shed. The Childlike Empress had taken all of those with her. "Goodbye my friend."
The Nothing was nothing if not eager to devour both of them. So while there shouldn't be gravity considering nothing was left, nonetheless the pair gravitated towards the Nothing that was all around them but for whatever reason they fell down. Gmork was a whirlwind of tooth and claw, but Blue drew himself up into an invincible ball. A ball that kept wrapping itself up, in, and upon itself until it was gone.
Blue had seen enough of the interior of the phone booth to know where he wanted to go. The cloak took him there. He appeared behind the dudette. His back to the interior of the ship, which conveniently put him at the dudette's back with his Vorpal Sword drawn.
"Snicker-Snack!" the Vorpal Sword said.
Gmork was hurled back by the advancing wave of supersonic, celestial harmonic vibrancy. He was thrown like a piece of hay at the speed of sound except their was no tree trunk to pierce. Instead, he skipped along the remaining air currents before impacting into a cresting wave of Nothing. Gmork disappeared into the fog and lightning.
The indignity of it, Blue thought, would drive his old friend to new heights of insane fury. Sure enough, a moment later Blue could make out a black speck bursting from the Nothing and skipping back along fog the color of yellow paper. Blue sighed and tore his gaze away, tilting his blonde head to the heavens. The Nothing reached across most of what Blue had learned in the Mundy should have been infinite space, but perhaps that had been a fable the Mundies had told themselves. It was everywhere. Omnipresent.
"Ah well," Blue said, leaning on Gabriel's Horn, which was as long as he was tall. While it was a marvel in its own right, Blue didn't feel like marveling. He lowered his lips upon the mouthpiece, but not to blow it again. It was just a convenient place to rest his face. The bell of the horn was resting on the six feet of marble dais, which was all that remained of the homelands. It was tempting to blow again, shatter the stone, and plummet through what remained of the air until he was enveloped in the Nothing.
"Bbllluuuueeeee!" Gmork's voice still cracked like thunder, even if it was no longer associated with any of the celestial incarna. There was hate and rage in that voice, raw primal emotions in the intonations that didn't take a trained musician to recognize.
It brought a smile to Blue's lips to know that his friend would be the one to take him out in the end. It seemed like a better way to go then giving in to the Nothing like so many people had. Something about letting himself slip into that quiet, enveloping embrace and being unmade just didn't sit well with him. He could have brought out the Vorpal Sword and perhaps mustered up enough emotion to sword dance and blade sing. But Blue couldn't bring himself to kill his only friend left in the world, even if they were no longer really friends.
The Nothing had finished its last meal, and now its tendrils shot out with a speed that rivaled Gmork's. That was saying something since Gmork ran faster than the wind. One of those tendrils of smoke and fog sawed through half the marble platform. Somehow whatever kept the platform aloft kept the section Blue was on afloat even as the other half sunk into the depths of the Nothing. He liked to think it was the Emperess' love for him or her hope for a new beginning.
Gmork was now the size of a hand and growing as he came further into the frame of view for the scene.
Blue hadn't moved yet. It had just been fortunate that he'd appeared on the left side and the Nothing had claimed the right side. But that was true of so many situations. In a right-handed world, Blue usually ended up on the left-hand side. Left handed people couldn't cut with right handed scissors, and so it went with most situations when you were on the wrong side. This final time, at least, had been in Blue's favor.
Blue crooked his lips into a smile and cast of the lingering melancholy. With his right hand, he exchanged the horn for his sword. The Vorpal Sword at least was eager for a fight. It's emotion bled over to his. It was a crutch, but one Blue didn't begrudge right now. With his other hand he snagged another Budweiser. The edge of the Sword was so keen that when Blue sliced through the stem -- he thought it cut a more dramatic image then using the sword as a bottle opener -- the glass was as smooth as if it had been worn down by the loving hands of the ocean.
He raised the beer to Gmork. "Well, old friend-"
The Nothing, fog and lightning and everything else, formed a fist around him even as Gmork was but five feet away. It was a toss up which would devour him first, but Blue was making ready none the less. The beer for the Nothing and the sword for his friend. With his bases covered, a measure of peace came over him. Then instead of constricting the Nothing recoiled.
"ALL ABOARD WHO'S COMING ABOARD!"
Any warrior worth a salt's wage, knew to never turn your back on your enemy. It could be a trick at best. At worst, you gave up your advantage and lost situational awareness. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bushes and all that. But most warriors didn't have an invulnerable cloak protecting their backside, and most warriors couldn't teleport to anywhere they know they want to go.
Blue turned.
There standing like well a young women in a brown jacket with glasses. With her palms flung up, dark energy tore and ripped vortexes and emptiness in a dancing, jittery, spiderweb tapestry around here and now around Blue too. It have been more impressive if the young women wasn't standing in front of a telephone booth. A spaceship or at the head of a host of angels would have been pretty badass. It was a surreal, Ghostbuster's moment. Had he accidentally thought of the Staypuff Marshmellow man, or whatever that equivalent would be from Bill and Ted's excellent adventure when he'd blown his horn. Some odd commingling of pop culture and his love for the Childlike Empress? Never in a million years would he have imagined that in his darkest hour that he'd be saved by a genderbent Ted Logan to join a bevy of bodacious dudes and dudettes from across history.
"Sure," Blue said. It must have been one totally, heinous history exam to pluck me up, Blue thought, but didn't feel comfortable enough to say it. The mood and his relationship with this lady were too tenuous. She might even be a boxer. Out of the frying pan and into the toilet.
He let Gmork not only hit him but drive him to the ground almost at the feet of the women. The Witching Cloak billowed out and around the remaining three feet of marble. With a thought, the remains of the dais disappeared into the cloak, and both Gmork and Blue were tumbling down towards the Nothing.
Blue frowned. He'd lost so many friends. He didn't have any more tears to shed. The Childlike Empress had taken all of those with her. "Goodbye my friend."
The Nothing was nothing if not eager to devour both of them. So while there shouldn't be gravity considering nothing was left, nonetheless the pair gravitated towards the Nothing that was all around them but for whatever reason they fell down. Gmork was a whirlwind of tooth and claw, but Blue drew himself up into an invincible ball. A ball that kept wrapping itself up, in, and upon itself until it was gone.
Blue had seen enough of the interior of the phone booth to know where he wanted to go. The cloak took him there. He appeared behind the dudette. His back to the interior of the ship, which conveniently put him at the dudette's back with his Vorpal Sword drawn.
"Snicker-Snack!" the Vorpal Sword said.
