Olkatt awoke groggily.
She was in a familiar place- the walls consisted of green cloth, and there was no real ceiling. Or maybe there were no real walls. She was in a dome-like tent, curved bars maintaining its shape. There was a cushioned cloth beneath her. It was rather dark, but a flickering orange light was coming from outside the door to the tent.
Her head and body were rather sore, and the more consciousness she gained, she realized that she was wrapped with bandages in several places. She also noticed a lingering aftertaste in her mouth… it was a rather good taste, actually. Like meat. She looooved meat.
Speaking of meat, she
Venus hadn’t seen her apprentice yet today. It was a strange that Naomi wasn’t awake before her, especially since Venus woke up at 3:00 in the afternoon nearly every day. Even on Saturdays, when the shop was closed, Naomi got up by eleven o’clock- at least noon. But it was five thirty at this point- surely, Venus would’ve seen her by now.
“Naomi?” she shouted again. “Are you awake?”
Venus stood staring up the staircase, waiting to see if her apprentice would respond. There wasn’t much upstairs, so Naomi surely would’ve heard her, and probably woken up if she w
“...and the Lady Hathor stayed at the bottom of the ocean, until some rich blokes salvaged the ship entirely. We were still coming to terms with being dead, so we decided to lift the boat into the air and scare off the entitled buggers. Tirk bought the boat for cheap from the family, and he seemed relatively inoffensive, so we let him stick around. You know how the story goes from there, I think…”
Jean said nothing to the captain of the ghost crew, twiddling her thumbs in boredom. He seemed to be losing her attention, and quite quickly.
“Let’s see… if I’m correct, we should have one more mile to go
Tirk was lying on the deck of the Lady Hathor, spread across a blanket, appreciating the open night sky. He barely ever slept- he didn’t need much sleep to function, so this was often how he spent his nights. Every time a cool breeze whistled down the length of the ship and tickled his cheeks, it’d only strengthen his feeling of melancholic remembrance: he’d often sit up on top of the orphanage in Cogitatio with Archie, who’d point out constellations that Tirk could never quite make out.
He always found stargazing a bit boring, but for old time’s sake, he was trying his best this time. Surely, with all these sta
The eclectic foursome sat around the coffee for a while, making small talk. Jean would occasionally ask about some small details, trying to get a better understanding of what was going on. But finally, a much more substantial question popped into mind.
“So, wait… The Midnight Wizard’s my dad, sure… but how does that make me the missing link? And the missing link to what, exactly?” Jean said.
Tirk had to think about how to phrase it. “Well, I guess I didn’t really explain it, did I? I’m planning on reforming the Midnight Wizard’s Society, and kind of modernize it a bit. I wanted to find y
Heya folks, sorry I've been radio silent for a bit. Just wanna let everyone know I'm not dead, and that more art is on the way! I've had a couple big things I've been working on, which includes the next page of Wasteland Warriors and a whole side-comic with Ibuki! I can't say for sure when the next thing will be completed, but I'll try to keep updates a little more frequent with doodles and smaller pictures and stuff!