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The Angel Armor Saga by Lewis "The Lightbringer" Lovhaug
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Book 4, Chapter 13 - The Break II
(Or: The Linkara Iceberg Explained?)
(I went with this unofficial version because the official full version of the opening has neutered the guitar into the fucking ground, leaving it with none of the energy of the TV cut. It boggles the mind.)
So after... whatever the fuck that last chapter was, we're are apparently about to be hit with a giant exposition dump that will most definitely not contradict anything from the previous books!
"Remember when Indow got raped?" Count: 12
"Baddies Never Smile" Count: 21
And always remember: The Great Linkara refuses to accept Buddhism.
So we basically got a repeat of the last time Linkara fucked around and found out, with his Earthling and Sinnian minions flinging shit at the other group until he swaggers into the scene to tell everyone to shut up - except this time the hysteria got cranked up to the point of hilarity.
The two warring factions cycle through endless repetitions of "Nu-uh~, your planet is the shithole one!" until Linkara goes all "SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!"
Attempts to calm him down just have him go full Spoony meltdown on them, including...
What a fucking drama queen. I bet he was that kind of kid to always "run away" from home at the slightest conflict with his parents, only to come crawling back an hour or so later.
I suppose this was supposed to be our "beloved" optimists' darkest hour, but I was too busy laughing my ass off at the gratuitous angst and melodrama. My sides were in fucking orbit when he settled on the world's laziest suicide attempt, only to pull a 180 in the next paragraph.
In other news, Indow just pisses off into the rain as well (probably to be kidnapped by the Dark Duo), Raven and Thesia decide to hunt for the Dark Duo alone (yeah, good fucking luck with that one), and Lithmenar and Gyaru Casca are big pussies who don't want to go out while it rains.
Speaking of Raven, she spent this entire drama sitting at the sidelines enjoying the show with psychopathic glee. She was just missing popcorn. I can empathize, but it's weird that the other characters, didn't have an issue with that.
Oh, and the big reason for all of this stupid drama is that growing arms back is apparently the one thing magic can't do.
Personally, I suspect Indow just has a thing for amputees. Not that I'd judge. I mean, you know those doujins with quadruple amputee waifus who walk around like dogs? That shit's art.
Next Time: We're finally back to what passes off for the main plot. Maybe.
(Or: The Linkara Iceberg Explained?)
(I went with this unofficial version because the official full version of the opening has neutered the guitar into the fucking ground, leaving it with none of the energy of the TV cut. It boggles the mind.)
So after... whatever the fuck that last chapter was, we're are apparently about to be hit with a giant exposition dump that will most definitely not contradict anything from the previous books!
"Remember when Indow got raped?" Count: 12
"Baddies Never Smile" Count: 21
And always remember: The Great Linkara refuses to accept Buddhism.
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So we basically got a repeat of the last time Linkara fucked around and found out, with his Earthling and Sinnian minions flinging shit at the other group until he swaggers into the scene to tell everyone to shut up - except this time the hysteria got cranked up to the point of hilarity.
The two warring factions cycle through endless repetitions of "Nu-uh~, your planet is the shithole one!" until Linkara goes all "SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!"
Attempts to calm him down just have him go full Spoony meltdown on them, including...
- ... calling his sweetheart a bitch. Twice.
- ... making fun of Lithmenar's dead sweetheart.
- ... getting ready to (verbally) tear apart Raven, only to be interrupted by his mom.
- ... telling his mom she can no longer push him around because he's a manly man now.
What a fucking drama queen. I bet he was that kind of kid to always "run away" from home at the slightest conflict with his parents, only to come crawling back an hour or so later.
I suppose this was supposed to be our "beloved" optimists' darkest hour, but I was too busy laughing my ass off at the gratuitous angst and melodrama. My sides were in fucking orbit when he settled on the world's laziest suicide attempt, only to pull a 180 in the next paragraph.
In other news, Indow just pisses off into the rain as well (probably to be kidnapped by the Dark Duo), Raven and Thesia decide to hunt for the Dark Duo alone (yeah, good fucking luck with that one), and Lithmenar and Gyaru Casca are big pussies who don't want to go out while it rains.
Speaking of Raven, she spent this entire drama sitting at the sidelines enjoying the show with psychopathic glee. She was just missing popcorn. I can empathize, but it's weird that the other characters, didn't have an issue with that.
Oh, and the big reason for all of this stupid drama is that growing arms back is apparently the one thing magic can't do.
Personally, I suspect Indow just has a thing for amputees. Not that I'd judge. I mean, you know those doujins with quadruple amputee waifus who walk around like dogs? That shit's art.
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Louis wrapped the warm blanket around his battered form carefully, still instinctively trying to reach with his left hand only to find it missing. The old man’s home was actually attached to the antique shop, much to Louis’ surprise, since the building had seemed much smaller when he initially looked at it. The old man had led him to a roaring, hot fireplace for him to dry off and get his bearings.
“Tea?” the man called from the kitchen.
“Hot chocolate, if you’ve got it. I actually can’t stand tea, but I never wanted to hurt Indow’s feelings. She prides herself on her tea.” Louis answered.
“And I’m sure it’s a fine brew. Have you gathered who I am yet?” he called out to Louis as he prepared the drinks.
Louis shrugged as he scooted himself over slightly so he could be closer to the fire. “Well, since my life seems to have become a science fiction book, I have only two guesses. You’re either me from about fifty years in the future...”
“I’m not.” the old man interrupted as he brought in the tea and hot chocolate on a tray.
“...Or you’re the guy responsible for sending me to Sin in the first place.” Louis finished.
“Guilty as charged. I also created the gauntlet. May I see it, by the way?” he requested, sitting down on the couch opposite of Louis’.
Louis nodded and held out his right arm. The old man reached out and he slid it off of his arm, examining it gently. The man had a pair of glasses attached to a string around his neck and he brought them up as he examined Louis’ weapon. He smiled and set the gauntlet down beside him on the couch, pushing the tea tray closer to Louis so he could take his hot chocolate.
“Let me guess – been feeling nauseous? Unsteady? And I bet after your arm was removed, it hasn’t felt right at all?” the old man queried.
Louis nodded.
“It’s a design flaw, one that I think I’ve stamped out. It never works quite right when on Earth. Every other dimension it seems to work perfectly, but for some reason whenever it’s here it acts up.” the old man explained.
“So that’s why I couldn’t beat Varek? The armor was weaker or something?” Louis asked.
“Oh, heavens no. The armor is just as strong as it always has, it’s the user who has the problem.” the old man answered, laughing a little.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your question about the armor being weaker is part of the problem. Tell me something, Louis, have you ever heard the adage that says that might is right?”
Louis nodded. “Of course. It’s true, too. The more powerful take control and it’s from their perspective that history takes shape, thus from that the ‘right’ is based.”
The old man laughed and shook his head, setting down his tea on the tray and leaning back. “Ah, a true product of the 1990s. History isn’t just superior forces winning, you know. There are plenty of examples of the weak overcoming the strong. And the lesson goes far beyond history. Just because you’re very powerful doesn’t mean you’re right.”
Louis sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m not sure what ‘right’ is anymore. I’m sorry, Mr.- um...”
“Thomas. My name’s Thomas.”
“I’m sorry, Thomas, but with everything that’s happened recently, I’m not sure what I should believe.”
Thomas smiled and leaned forward. “Just follow your heart.”
Louis rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh, come on! Don’t give me that fortune cookie clichéd crap! I need real advice! Okay, might isn’t right, so what the hell is right? What does might have to do with it, if at all?!”
Thomas continued smiling and picked up his tea, taking a sip before he spoke:
“Once upon a time, there was a great King who wanted to do wonderful things for the people of the world. He thought that war should not be a game for vain men to use for their own boredom. He believed that life was worth being lived through freedom, compassion, and generosity to others rather than barbaric plundering and foolishness. The old saying is ‘Might makes right.’ For him, he believed maybe that Might ought to serve right, that the ideal of being a good person should be served by those who were mighty. However, many were ignorant of the ideals he tried to teach. Eventually, through no fault of his own, he was killed by someone that he loved even through all the hardships that person had put him through. Before he died, he charged me with the task of letting his memory live on, to tell all others of what he tried to do. I’ve tried to do that in many ways, although my favorite method was through writing about it. I’ve always felt that the printed word could hold more poignancy and thought than any action, but nevertheless I have come to understand that evil cannot simply be met with our words, but with our strength, as well. That was what this King believed should be done, and that’s why you’re here today, Linkara.”
Thomas picked up the gauntlet and held it in front of Louis. “This is part of your might, Louis. Throughout your journey on Sin, you’ve used it to throw about your power, making your law the right law. And in most cases, that’s been good. You do have a good sense of right and wrong, but you haven’t been doing it because you want to do right. Oh, sure, every once in a while it’s for that reason, but doing the right thing shouldn’t be a once-in-a-while excursion. Varek the Destroyer has physical and magical power that rivals any other individual on Earth.”
Thomas leaned forward, tilting his glasses forward to the edge of his nose. “But you have the strength of heart and spirit that even rivals his devotion to his fallen Darkness. Your optimism and capacity for good have always been your strongest allies, Linkara. You call my advice clichéd, but people often forget that there’s probably a meaning behind the cliché that might actually have some value to it. I don’t roll my eyes at ideas like love, justice, and the powers the heart wields. It’s serious business as long as one knows how to take it seriously, and I believe you’re someone who does. You are the greatest of any who have wielded the armor.”
Louis raised an eyebrow as he picked up his hot chocolate, suddenly very intrigued by this new revelation. “There have been others?”
Thomas nodded. “Many. But you are the only person to unlock both the wings and the crown. I have tried a multitude of ways of trying to promote the ideal of ‘Might for right.’ Sometimes I’d assist the Linkara; other times I’d never reveal myself. Sometimes they acted in secret here on Earth; other times I’d send them to other dimensions.”
Thomas grimaced as he set his tea down, frowning. “Some have been disappointments. Others have met terrible ends. When I saw what had happened to you, Louis, I knew it was time I stepped in to save you. I could not allow the greatest Linkara to fall.”
Louis smiled. “Thanks. Did they all use the same armor? And how come I’ve never heard of them before?”
“I forge the gauntlet whenever I need to create a new Linkara. Someone long ago taught me how to see the future and see who would be the best for the task the king imparted on me. As for why you’ve never heard of it before, it’s because most have acted on their own out of a choice to do things in secret, not wanting to bring unwanted attention unto themselves. Others acted on Earth, but not the Earth of this dimension.” Thomas explained.
“Is the legend true? Did angels really imbue it with their strength?”
Thomas chuckled. “I wrote the legend, Louis. Part of that ‘seeing into the future’ thing allowed me to pass myself off as a Seer on Sin. In case you hadn’t already figured it out, I’m the Linkaran man who wrote the prophecies. I wish I could say I remember all the details or even some of my experiences on Sin, but seeing into the future or even my own past isn’t exactly a simple process. It’s kind of like living backwards.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Quite right. The answer’s really a ‘maybe’ since I don’t know for certain. Originally, the gauntlet and the blade that came out of it were just that. They were the beginnings of an armor I was making to try to create a shining knight who would exemplify the ideal of might for right. The night after I had completed the gauntlet, I awoke to find a glow encompassing my home. I went down to my workshop where I saw three radiant figures in white. They were pouring water out of a censer onto the gauntlet. While the blade had originally been a triggered mechanism, it now slid out at the user’s will. After that night, I considered building the rest of the armor, but I discovered that the gauntlet itself knew how to form the rest whenever a new piece was unlocked, somehow triggered when the user was virtuous in some way. Now, every time I’ve made the gauntlet anew, the beings return and begin the process again.” Thomas spoke.
Louis laid back and drank his hot chocolate, a smile curling across his lips. “I hope you’ve got a lot of tea, Thomas, because I’ve got a lot more questions...”
*
Indow crossed her legs and swung them beneath her as they hung over the edge of the tall building. After leaving Louis’ house, she just began flying, trying to get as far away from the people she knew and loved as quickly as possible. After passing over some countryside, she had arrived in Pharos City, beholding the skyscraper of Lodestar Tower off in the distance. As such, after perusing the city for a spot where she could gather her thoughts, she finally descended to the edge of a large apartment building and looked down to the streets below. She thought of everything that they had argued about a few hours ago, frowning as she continued to recall her belief that the world was in a Dark Age that it could never hope to escape from.
“You know, there are safer places to relax than this.”
Indow looked up and gasped, leaning back in shock. A man was floating in front of her and smiling, his arms crossed in front of him. His hair was short and artificially blonde, his skin Caucasian and a little pale. The upper half of his face was covered by a white mask that hid his features along with lenses that protected the eyes from being seen. He wore a costume that mixed white and black, the fabric itself looking like sweat clothes. Indow slowly regained herself and moved closer.
“My apologies, I just I never expected anyone else to be able to fly...” she stated.
“Likewise, it’s not every day that I see a woman with fur. If I may ask about it...?” the man queried.
“I’m an Anako. I believe the word that you people have as an equivalent is ‘catgirl.’ I am visiting your world, although I’m not sure for how much longer. My name’s Indow, by the way. You actually seem quite calm considering I just told you I wasn’t from your world.” She answered, holding out her hand to him.
The man smiled and took it, shaking it gently. “Mine’s Lightbringer. As for not being surprised, well, as you’ve noticed, I can fly, so I’m not exactly unfamiliar with the unusual.”
Lightbringer sat down beside Indow and hung his legs down over the edge like her as she looked at him, smiling as her eyes brightened up.
“Oh! I’ve heard of you. You’re the world’s first and only superhero.” Indow stated.
Lightbringer nodded. “That’s me! Now, what’s got a lovely woman like you so melancholy? You weren’t exactly looking at things down there like you wanted to be there.”
Indow looked back down at the people down in the streets. “This world was not what I was expecting. While I have a lot of pride in where I’m from, I expected this place to be somehow... better than mine. It hurts inside to think about this place. Earth is technologically more advanced than mine, but the morality is the same. There’s too much evil, a lot of ambiguity, and not nearly enough good.”
She turned her head over to Lightbringer and frowned. “I’ve done a lot I’m not proud of, Lightbringer. I’ve done shameful things and things that I wish I could have taken back. For some reason I expected a lot of those feelings to be gone when I came here, but it’s just the same if not worse.”
“Because those aren’t feelings you can get rid of. Our emotions are a part of who we are and while some people say it’s rational or logical to deny them, the truth is that how we feel is every bit a part of who we are as our appearance and how we perceive ourselves. However, that doesn’t mean you have to be mired in them all the time.” Lightbringer replied.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, think about it. You can’t tell me that this place has been that bad, has it?”
Indow winced. “My beloved had his arm cut off here. Then he said hurtful things to me and his friends because of his rage and grief.”
“Do you still love him?”
“Of course I do!”
“Then it shouldn’t matter. Couples have fights all the time, Indow, and usually it’s because of misplaced feelings. He’s in pain because of losing his arm, but that pain’s not necessarily going to last. If you don’t feel you can handle that pain alongside him, then you have every right to leave him. Otherwise you can help him through it, be the light in his life that makes it so that it doesn’t matter what he’s lost as long as he has you. All that matters is that he loves you and you love him. If you come out of a verbal argument with something better than you started with, then you’ve really got something special. Of course, if he’s abusing you physically or emotionally, dump his ass and it doesn’t matter what he thinks.” Lightbringer advised.
“He has never harmed me even when I have harmed him.”
Indow turned her head to Lightbringer, still frowning. “And what about the world? Loving one person will not change the nature of this place.”
Lightbringer got off of the edge and floated in front of Indow. “You see this city all around you?”
Indow blinked, looking at Lightbringer as if he were insane. “Of course I see it. I’d have to be blind not to.”
“You know about its reputation? How much crime and corruption that there is?”
Indow nodded.
“Well, I’m going to save it. I’m going to make this place the best city in the world to live in and it doesn’t matter how long it takes for me to accomplish that goal. And it won’t be easy. Men and monsters will try to stop me and they’ll tell me the same things you’re saying about the world, that it’s corrupt, it’s hopeless, it’s a dark, dismal place that will probably sooner destroy itself than be saved, but I won’t believe them.”
“Why not?” Indow queried.
Lightbringer leaned in and whispered into Indow’s ear, “Because I wouldn’t be a good guy if I let evil be right. My love for this place is the catalyst for changing how it is. If I didn’t care about it, I couldn’t do a thing to help it. But I do and now I’m taking action the best way that I can.”
“But what about me? I’m not a superhero like you.”
“Maybe not, but there was a world before I became a superhero and there will be a world after I’m dead. Everyone has the power to change the world, be it actual physical change or how we can view it. Indow, the world is what you view it to be. I was once told that the world is a place for the dominating and the dominated and I refused to see the world that way, so I didn’t allow that view to alter mine. The world is painful. There’s no denying it. But I don’t think that’s the only thing about it even in light of all the evil in it, so I bolster the good while defeating the bad. I fight to bring the world to where it should be. It doesn’t matter if I actually succeed. I live my life as if the world is a place of goodness to show it that it can be a place of goodness.”
Indow raised an eyebrow and recalled Ted’s words, speaking them softly: “‘You force the world to make sense...’”
“What was that?” Lightbringer asked, not hearing her whispers.
She paused for a moment and then smiled. She jumped off the ledge and began hovering, leaning over and giving Lightbringer a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you, sir; I believe I have what I need.” She spoke before flying away from him.
Lightbringer blinked for a moment, then smirked and put his hand to the cheek where Indow had kissed him. “I tell you, Hannah, only in this city...”
*
White Raven dropped down from a warehouse and crouched, looking around herself. Seeing no one in her immediate line of sight, she brought her arm up and signaled Thesia to follow her. Thesia levitated down and readied her sword, nodding to White Raven. The two kicked open the warehouse doors and roared as they charged ahead into Varek’s location, Thesia at the ready with her sword while White Raven brought her bow and arrow up to aim for her target.
Varek, however, seemed to not notice them at all. He stood in the middle of the warehouse with the Black Oracle in front of him on a pedestal, his gaze never leaving its pages. White Raven launched an arrow straight at his head, her aim not deviating for a moment. However, as the arrow came within a few inches of his pale skin, Varek’s hand went up and caught the arrow, much to the shock and horror of the two. Thesia quickly regained her composure and ran at her former ally with the full intent of coating her sword with his blood.
White Raven prepared another arrow in the case she could distract Varek for Thesia to accomplish her mission with greater ease. At the very least, with Thesia engaging him in combat, she believed she could get a clear shot of him. However, before she could ready herself, White Raven felt a sharp pain enter her backside. She collapsed forward as images began to flash in front of her eyes. She saw scenes of human atrocity and pain – of the rape of children, the slaughter of an innocent by some malicious agent of destruction, and even Louis’ arm being chopped off by Varek.
She brought herself around as tears welled up in her eyes, looking to the doorway she and Thesia had entered. The Darkbringer stood with a sadistic grin on his face, his hand practically sparking with black energy.
“The feminine traitors acting together? How ironic.” Varek spoke as his sword clashed with Thesia’s.
“Do you realize what we’re going to do? We’re going to bring him back... and this world will never be the same.” The Darkbringer stated.
White Raven winced and gripped the edge of her bow. It was going to be dreadful night.
*
“Is the armor translating for me or is Sin just a parallel world where everyone speaks English?” Louis queried.
“It’s the armor, all right. Another innovation of the angels or whatever it was that made it so powerful. Anyone you come in contact with is mystically linked to the gauntlet, able to hear their own language instead of other tongues.” Thomas answered.
The two had spent all night and morning talking to one another about everything Louis had done and where he was going. Throughout it all, they had used up Thomas’ entire supply of tea and hot chocolate and even had briefly moved into Thomas’ workroom where he began upgrading the armor. Louis had been curious about what exactly he could do to it if it was the angels who originally made it so powerful to begin with. Thomas merely smiled and told him that he had access to magicks of his own that could enhance and upgrade the gauntlet and, subsequently, the rest of the armor.
Through it all, Louis learned that Thomas had been observing Louis through much of his journey, albeit had kept his distance at anything that seemed private. Thomas explained little of his own past, only that he knew a very powerful Wizard who had taught him the secrets of living almost to an endless age as well as foretelling the future. Louis gazed out the window and winced, slowly standing up as he turned to face Thomas.
“Oh, it’s morning now! Thomas, I’ve got to call my house, let them know I’m okay and-”
Louis stopped when he saw out of the corner of his eye that the morning sky was beginning to darken. It was unlike how the sun passes behind a cloud, the area itself seeming to blacken over rapidly. Thomas himself got up and walked over to the window as Louis looked up at the sky. The sun was being engulfed in darkness, as if tendrils were flowing through it and covering it up. With what little light was still available, Louis looked to the side and saw the moon still in the sky, meaning it wasn’t the one causing the eclipse.
“Thomas, I have to go now! This has got to be Varek!” Louis stated.
“But I haven’t finished upgrading the armor! You’re no match for Varek in your current state!” Thomas responded.
Louis reached for his trench coat, but then realized it was still soaking wet, so he left it where it was. “Thomas, you’ve given me a lot to think about, not the least of which is that I need to fight injustice wherever I see it. It doesn’t get more unjust than the last scion of the Darkness. Besides, I need to go apologize to everyone, get us all organized to finally take him down.”
“If I can’t convince you to wait until you’re ready, at the very least, let me properly equip you.” Thomas said as he walked over to a nearby bookshelf, pulling on one of the books.
The bookcase began to slide open, revealing a secret compartment.
“Thomas, I’ve only got one arm, how am I supposed to wield a sword or- whoa.” Louis said, gawking at the contents of the compartment. “That’s... That’s a little ungallant, isn’t it? What are you doing with all of that?”
Thomas smiled and crossed his arms. “You said it yourself; you can’t wield any bladed weapon with just one arm. As for why I have them, I’m an old man living alone in the United States. I’m not exactly at my prime and I was always better with bows and arrows than swords. Louis, why wouldn’t I have them?”
“Ooh! Ooh! I see which ones I want!” Louis exclaimed exuberantly, running towards the compartment.
Thomas chuckled and began walking away. “I’ll get a bag.”
As Louis began to examine the weapons of the compartment, Thomas smiled and opened up a closet, getting out a black duffel bag and singing softly to himself:
“‘In short, there’s simply not/a more congenial spot/for happily ever-aftering...’”
“Tea?” the man called from the kitchen.
“Hot chocolate, if you’ve got it. I actually can’t stand tea, but I never wanted to hurt Indow’s feelings. She prides herself on her tea.” Louis answered.
“And I’m sure it’s a fine brew. Have you gathered who I am yet?” he called out to Louis as he prepared the drinks.
Louis shrugged as he scooted himself over slightly so he could be closer to the fire. “Well, since my life seems to have become a science fiction book, I have only two guesses. You’re either me from about fifty years in the future...”
“I’m not.” the old man interrupted as he brought in the tea and hot chocolate on a tray.
“...Or you’re the guy responsible for sending me to Sin in the first place.” Louis finished.
“Guilty as charged. I also created the gauntlet. May I see it, by the way?” he requested, sitting down on the couch opposite of Louis’.
Louis nodded and held out his right arm. The old man reached out and he slid it off of his arm, examining it gently. The man had a pair of glasses attached to a string around his neck and he brought them up as he examined Louis’ weapon. He smiled and set the gauntlet down beside him on the couch, pushing the tea tray closer to Louis so he could take his hot chocolate.
“Let me guess – been feeling nauseous? Unsteady? And I bet after your arm was removed, it hasn’t felt right at all?” the old man queried.
Louis nodded.
“It’s a design flaw, one that I think I’ve stamped out. It never works quite right when on Earth. Every other dimension it seems to work perfectly, but for some reason whenever it’s here it acts up.” the old man explained.
“So that’s why I couldn’t beat Varek? The armor was weaker or something?” Louis asked.
“Oh, heavens no. The armor is just as strong as it always has, it’s the user who has the problem.” the old man answered, laughing a little.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your question about the armor being weaker is part of the problem. Tell me something, Louis, have you ever heard the adage that says that might is right?”
Louis nodded. “Of course. It’s true, too. The more powerful take control and it’s from their perspective that history takes shape, thus from that the ‘right’ is based.”
The old man laughed and shook his head, setting down his tea on the tray and leaning back. “Ah, a true product of the 1990s. History isn’t just superior forces winning, you know. There are plenty of examples of the weak overcoming the strong. And the lesson goes far beyond history. Just because you’re very powerful doesn’t mean you’re right.”
Louis sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m not sure what ‘right’ is anymore. I’m sorry, Mr.- um...”
“Thomas. My name’s Thomas.”
“I’m sorry, Thomas, but with everything that’s happened recently, I’m not sure what I should believe.”
Thomas smiled and leaned forward. “Just follow your heart.”
Louis rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh, come on! Don’t give me that fortune cookie clichéd crap! I need real advice! Okay, might isn’t right, so what the hell is right? What does might have to do with it, if at all?!”
Thomas continued smiling and picked up his tea, taking a sip before he spoke:
“Once upon a time, there was a great King who wanted to do wonderful things for the people of the world. He thought that war should not be a game for vain men to use for their own boredom. He believed that life was worth being lived through freedom, compassion, and generosity to others rather than barbaric plundering and foolishness. The old saying is ‘Might makes right.’ For him, he believed maybe that Might ought to serve right, that the ideal of being a good person should be served by those who were mighty. However, many were ignorant of the ideals he tried to teach. Eventually, through no fault of his own, he was killed by someone that he loved even through all the hardships that person had put him through. Before he died, he charged me with the task of letting his memory live on, to tell all others of what he tried to do. I’ve tried to do that in many ways, although my favorite method was through writing about it. I’ve always felt that the printed word could hold more poignancy and thought than any action, but nevertheless I have come to understand that evil cannot simply be met with our words, but with our strength, as well. That was what this King believed should be done, and that’s why you’re here today, Linkara.”
Thomas picked up the gauntlet and held it in front of Louis. “This is part of your might, Louis. Throughout your journey on Sin, you’ve used it to throw about your power, making your law the right law. And in most cases, that’s been good. You do have a good sense of right and wrong, but you haven’t been doing it because you want to do right. Oh, sure, every once in a while it’s for that reason, but doing the right thing shouldn’t be a once-in-a-while excursion. Varek the Destroyer has physical and magical power that rivals any other individual on Earth.”
Thomas leaned forward, tilting his glasses forward to the edge of his nose. “But you have the strength of heart and spirit that even rivals his devotion to his fallen Darkness. Your optimism and capacity for good have always been your strongest allies, Linkara. You call my advice clichéd, but people often forget that there’s probably a meaning behind the cliché that might actually have some value to it. I don’t roll my eyes at ideas like love, justice, and the powers the heart wields. It’s serious business as long as one knows how to take it seriously, and I believe you’re someone who does. You are the greatest of any who have wielded the armor.”
Louis raised an eyebrow as he picked up his hot chocolate, suddenly very intrigued by this new revelation. “There have been others?”
Thomas nodded. “Many. But you are the only person to unlock both the wings and the crown. I have tried a multitude of ways of trying to promote the ideal of ‘Might for right.’ Sometimes I’d assist the Linkara; other times I’d never reveal myself. Sometimes they acted in secret here on Earth; other times I’d send them to other dimensions.”
Thomas grimaced as he set his tea down, frowning. “Some have been disappointments. Others have met terrible ends. When I saw what had happened to you, Louis, I knew it was time I stepped in to save you. I could not allow the greatest Linkara to fall.”
Louis smiled. “Thanks. Did they all use the same armor? And how come I’ve never heard of them before?”
“I forge the gauntlet whenever I need to create a new Linkara. Someone long ago taught me how to see the future and see who would be the best for the task the king imparted on me. As for why you’ve never heard of it before, it’s because most have acted on their own out of a choice to do things in secret, not wanting to bring unwanted attention unto themselves. Others acted on Earth, but not the Earth of this dimension.” Thomas explained.
“Is the legend true? Did angels really imbue it with their strength?”
Thomas chuckled. “I wrote the legend, Louis. Part of that ‘seeing into the future’ thing allowed me to pass myself off as a Seer on Sin. In case you hadn’t already figured it out, I’m the Linkaran man who wrote the prophecies. I wish I could say I remember all the details or even some of my experiences on Sin, but seeing into the future or even my own past isn’t exactly a simple process. It’s kind of like living backwards.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Quite right. The answer’s really a ‘maybe’ since I don’t know for certain. Originally, the gauntlet and the blade that came out of it were just that. They were the beginnings of an armor I was making to try to create a shining knight who would exemplify the ideal of might for right. The night after I had completed the gauntlet, I awoke to find a glow encompassing my home. I went down to my workshop where I saw three radiant figures in white. They were pouring water out of a censer onto the gauntlet. While the blade had originally been a triggered mechanism, it now slid out at the user’s will. After that night, I considered building the rest of the armor, but I discovered that the gauntlet itself knew how to form the rest whenever a new piece was unlocked, somehow triggered when the user was virtuous in some way. Now, every time I’ve made the gauntlet anew, the beings return and begin the process again.” Thomas spoke.
Louis laid back and drank his hot chocolate, a smile curling across his lips. “I hope you’ve got a lot of tea, Thomas, because I’ve got a lot more questions...”
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Indow crossed her legs and swung them beneath her as they hung over the edge of the tall building. After leaving Louis’ house, she just began flying, trying to get as far away from the people she knew and loved as quickly as possible. After passing over some countryside, she had arrived in Pharos City, beholding the skyscraper of Lodestar Tower off in the distance. As such, after perusing the city for a spot where she could gather her thoughts, she finally descended to the edge of a large apartment building and looked down to the streets below. She thought of everything that they had argued about a few hours ago, frowning as she continued to recall her belief that the world was in a Dark Age that it could never hope to escape from.
“You know, there are safer places to relax than this.”
Indow looked up and gasped, leaning back in shock. A man was floating in front of her and smiling, his arms crossed in front of him. His hair was short and artificially blonde, his skin Caucasian and a little pale. The upper half of his face was covered by a white mask that hid his features along with lenses that protected the eyes from being seen. He wore a costume that mixed white and black, the fabric itself looking like sweat clothes. Indow slowly regained herself and moved closer.
“My apologies, I just I never expected anyone else to be able to fly...” she stated.
“Likewise, it’s not every day that I see a woman with fur. If I may ask about it...?” the man queried.
“I’m an Anako. I believe the word that you people have as an equivalent is ‘catgirl.’ I am visiting your world, although I’m not sure for how much longer. My name’s Indow, by the way. You actually seem quite calm considering I just told you I wasn’t from your world.” She answered, holding out her hand to him.
The man smiled and took it, shaking it gently. “Mine’s Lightbringer. As for not being surprised, well, as you’ve noticed, I can fly, so I’m not exactly unfamiliar with the unusual.”
Lightbringer sat down beside Indow and hung his legs down over the edge like her as she looked at him, smiling as her eyes brightened up.
“Oh! I’ve heard of you. You’re the world’s first and only superhero.” Indow stated.
Lightbringer nodded. “That’s me! Now, what’s got a lovely woman like you so melancholy? You weren’t exactly looking at things down there like you wanted to be there.”
Indow looked back down at the people down in the streets. “This world was not what I was expecting. While I have a lot of pride in where I’m from, I expected this place to be somehow... better than mine. It hurts inside to think about this place. Earth is technologically more advanced than mine, but the morality is the same. There’s too much evil, a lot of ambiguity, and not nearly enough good.”
She turned her head over to Lightbringer and frowned. “I’ve done a lot I’m not proud of, Lightbringer. I’ve done shameful things and things that I wish I could have taken back. For some reason I expected a lot of those feelings to be gone when I came here, but it’s just the same if not worse.”
“Because those aren’t feelings you can get rid of. Our emotions are a part of who we are and while some people say it’s rational or logical to deny them, the truth is that how we feel is every bit a part of who we are as our appearance and how we perceive ourselves. However, that doesn’t mean you have to be mired in them all the time.” Lightbringer replied.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, think about it. You can’t tell me that this place has been that bad, has it?”
Indow winced. “My beloved had his arm cut off here. Then he said hurtful things to me and his friends because of his rage and grief.”
“Do you still love him?”
“Of course I do!”
“Then it shouldn’t matter. Couples have fights all the time, Indow, and usually it’s because of misplaced feelings. He’s in pain because of losing his arm, but that pain’s not necessarily going to last. If you don’t feel you can handle that pain alongside him, then you have every right to leave him. Otherwise you can help him through it, be the light in his life that makes it so that it doesn’t matter what he’s lost as long as he has you. All that matters is that he loves you and you love him. If you come out of a verbal argument with something better than you started with, then you’ve really got something special. Of course, if he’s abusing you physically or emotionally, dump his ass and it doesn’t matter what he thinks.” Lightbringer advised.
“He has never harmed me even when I have harmed him.”
Indow turned her head to Lightbringer, still frowning. “And what about the world? Loving one person will not change the nature of this place.”
Lightbringer got off of the edge and floated in front of Indow. “You see this city all around you?”
Indow blinked, looking at Lightbringer as if he were insane. “Of course I see it. I’d have to be blind not to.”
“You know about its reputation? How much crime and corruption that there is?”
Indow nodded.
“Well, I’m going to save it. I’m going to make this place the best city in the world to live in and it doesn’t matter how long it takes for me to accomplish that goal. And it won’t be easy. Men and monsters will try to stop me and they’ll tell me the same things you’re saying about the world, that it’s corrupt, it’s hopeless, it’s a dark, dismal place that will probably sooner destroy itself than be saved, but I won’t believe them.”
“Why not?” Indow queried.
Lightbringer leaned in and whispered into Indow’s ear, “Because I wouldn’t be a good guy if I let evil be right. My love for this place is the catalyst for changing how it is. If I didn’t care about it, I couldn’t do a thing to help it. But I do and now I’m taking action the best way that I can.”
“But what about me? I’m not a superhero like you.”
“Maybe not, but there was a world before I became a superhero and there will be a world after I’m dead. Everyone has the power to change the world, be it actual physical change or how we can view it. Indow, the world is what you view it to be. I was once told that the world is a place for the dominating and the dominated and I refused to see the world that way, so I didn’t allow that view to alter mine. The world is painful. There’s no denying it. But I don’t think that’s the only thing about it even in light of all the evil in it, so I bolster the good while defeating the bad. I fight to bring the world to where it should be. It doesn’t matter if I actually succeed. I live my life as if the world is a place of goodness to show it that it can be a place of goodness.”
Indow raised an eyebrow and recalled Ted’s words, speaking them softly: “‘You force the world to make sense...’”
“What was that?” Lightbringer asked, not hearing her whispers.
She paused for a moment and then smiled. She jumped off the ledge and began hovering, leaning over and giving Lightbringer a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you, sir; I believe I have what I need.” She spoke before flying away from him.
Lightbringer blinked for a moment, then smirked and put his hand to the cheek where Indow had kissed him. “I tell you, Hannah, only in this city...”
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White Raven dropped down from a warehouse and crouched, looking around herself. Seeing no one in her immediate line of sight, she brought her arm up and signaled Thesia to follow her. Thesia levitated down and readied her sword, nodding to White Raven. The two kicked open the warehouse doors and roared as they charged ahead into Varek’s location, Thesia at the ready with her sword while White Raven brought her bow and arrow up to aim for her target.
Varek, however, seemed to not notice them at all. He stood in the middle of the warehouse with the Black Oracle in front of him on a pedestal, his gaze never leaving its pages. White Raven launched an arrow straight at his head, her aim not deviating for a moment. However, as the arrow came within a few inches of his pale skin, Varek’s hand went up and caught the arrow, much to the shock and horror of the two. Thesia quickly regained her composure and ran at her former ally with the full intent of coating her sword with his blood.
White Raven prepared another arrow in the case she could distract Varek for Thesia to accomplish her mission with greater ease. At the very least, with Thesia engaging him in combat, she believed she could get a clear shot of him. However, before she could ready herself, White Raven felt a sharp pain enter her backside. She collapsed forward as images began to flash in front of her eyes. She saw scenes of human atrocity and pain – of the rape of children, the slaughter of an innocent by some malicious agent of destruction, and even Louis’ arm being chopped off by Varek.
She brought herself around as tears welled up in her eyes, looking to the doorway she and Thesia had entered. The Darkbringer stood with a sadistic grin on his face, his hand practically sparking with black energy.
“The feminine traitors acting together? How ironic.” Varek spoke as his sword clashed with Thesia’s.
“Do you realize what we’re going to do? We’re going to bring him back... and this world will never be the same.” The Darkbringer stated.
White Raven winced and gripped the edge of her bow. It was going to be dreadful night.
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“Is the armor translating for me or is Sin just a parallel world where everyone speaks English?” Louis queried.
“It’s the armor, all right. Another innovation of the angels or whatever it was that made it so powerful. Anyone you come in contact with is mystically linked to the gauntlet, able to hear their own language instead of other tongues.” Thomas answered.
The two had spent all night and morning talking to one another about everything Louis had done and where he was going. Throughout it all, they had used up Thomas’ entire supply of tea and hot chocolate and even had briefly moved into Thomas’ workroom where he began upgrading the armor. Louis had been curious about what exactly he could do to it if it was the angels who originally made it so powerful to begin with. Thomas merely smiled and told him that he had access to magicks of his own that could enhance and upgrade the gauntlet and, subsequently, the rest of the armor.
Through it all, Louis learned that Thomas had been observing Louis through much of his journey, albeit had kept his distance at anything that seemed private. Thomas explained little of his own past, only that he knew a very powerful Wizard who had taught him the secrets of living almost to an endless age as well as foretelling the future. Louis gazed out the window and winced, slowly standing up as he turned to face Thomas.
“Oh, it’s morning now! Thomas, I’ve got to call my house, let them know I’m okay and-”
Louis stopped when he saw out of the corner of his eye that the morning sky was beginning to darken. It was unlike how the sun passes behind a cloud, the area itself seeming to blacken over rapidly. Thomas himself got up and walked over to the window as Louis looked up at the sky. The sun was being engulfed in darkness, as if tendrils were flowing through it and covering it up. With what little light was still available, Louis looked to the side and saw the moon still in the sky, meaning it wasn’t the one causing the eclipse.
“Thomas, I have to go now! This has got to be Varek!” Louis stated.
“But I haven’t finished upgrading the armor! You’re no match for Varek in your current state!” Thomas responded.
Louis reached for his trench coat, but then realized it was still soaking wet, so he left it where it was. “Thomas, you’ve given me a lot to think about, not the least of which is that I need to fight injustice wherever I see it. It doesn’t get more unjust than the last scion of the Darkness. Besides, I need to go apologize to everyone, get us all organized to finally take him down.”
“If I can’t convince you to wait until you’re ready, at the very least, let me properly equip you.” Thomas said as he walked over to a nearby bookshelf, pulling on one of the books.
The bookcase began to slide open, revealing a secret compartment.
“Thomas, I’ve only got one arm, how am I supposed to wield a sword or- whoa.” Louis said, gawking at the contents of the compartment. “That’s... That’s a little ungallant, isn’t it? What are you doing with all of that?”
Thomas smiled and crossed his arms. “You said it yourself; you can’t wield any bladed weapon with just one arm. As for why I have them, I’m an old man living alone in the United States. I’m not exactly at my prime and I was always better with bows and arrows than swords. Louis, why wouldn’t I have them?”
“Ooh! Ooh! I see which ones I want!” Louis exclaimed exuberantly, running towards the compartment.
Thomas chuckled and began walking away. “I’ll get a bag.”
As Louis began to examine the weapons of the compartment, Thomas smiled and opened up a closet, getting out a black duffel bag and singing softly to himself:
“‘In short, there’s simply not/a more congenial spot/for happily ever-aftering...’”
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Re: The Angel Armor Saga by Lewis "The Lightbringer" Lovhaug
Does it qualify as a backstory when it explains nothing?
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Also I'm pretty sure you shouldn't have an issue with a blanket if you apparently managed to put on the trench coat just fine.
(Also it was only in the third book that it was even hinted at Indow making tea.)
Also JFC, this is the big plot twist of The Contest of Champions storyline.
What an ungrateful little shit drama queen.
>tfw your moral compass was built around a fucking musical because it was your first exposure to the romanticized version of chivalry
(What does the crown even do, exactly?)
I feel like this grand origin story for the armor - which didn't exist until now - raises more questions than it answers.
Also note how they had to "act in secret" so that the Lightbringer can still be the world's first capeshitter. I'm not entirely sure how you can stay secret if you're an electrical knight with wings, but whatever.
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Hang on a sec. Are they all called "the Linkara"? And why?
And... does that mean.. Comic Book Linkara is one of them?!
This reminds me a bit of how Creationism also just pushes core questions it pretends to answer just up by another layer (what I'd like to call the "If God created the universe, where does God come from?" dilemma).
Also more proof hat Angel Armor is part of At4W canon. JFC.
Really? Are you like a World of Darkness vampire who got his memories scrambled because he just awoke from Topor?
So all you do is built a glorified normal-ass gauntlet with a spring-loaded blade gimmick - which would be a moderately cute gadget for a street-level vigilante -, and then three Magic Space Gods which you apparently never bothered to talk to do all the actual work by sprinkling magic pond water on it? Are you serious? WTF kind of origin story is this supposed to be? Bloody hell.
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I think the only other way to be artistically sad would involve sitting on a swing in the middle of the night.
It is time, my friends.
You know, when Superman does this it's to talk a suicidal person out of jumping. The Lightbringer on the other hand does it to cheer up a chick that can fly who is sad because her sweetheart has thrown an irrational temper tantrum.
And holy shit, this is what the official crossover art is based on, really?
Now in hindsight, you might be wondering why Indow has a weird tattoo on her cheek. As it turns out that tattoo is mentionend - once in Book 1 and 2. Can't blame you for forgetting, though. I did, too.
What I can't explain though is why she threw a temper tantrum earlier over having to put on "idecent" Earthling clothes when she is dressed like this.
And doesn't "edge of the tall building" imply she's sitting on the roof?
Also he does realize such a tiny little mask does fuckall to protect his identity, right?
And are you going to tell him that you got raped? I feel the discussion migth veer off into that direction.
And you're shocked and amazed that Linkara can be a mean asshole? Have you forgotten the previous books?
(She sounds more like someone stuck in an abusive relation, tbh.)
Or maybe she just means that time she called Sailor Moon gay and lame.
Breathtaking.
I know the place was more pleasant when it started out, but JFC man, cut your losses.
Also why does your zen wisdom sound like it comes from Pippi Longstocking?
(Specifically the lyrics of the German version of Här kommer Pippi Långstrump, which effectively glorifies rejecting reality and substituting our own.)
- The Lightbringer
(Though if you're curious, Hannah is the purple-haired bitch who has super-strength for some reason, but never bothered becoming a cape-shitter herself until towards the end of the comic's run. All because Linkara wanted a female character who wasn't a helpless damsel)
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Also can't Thesia just make both of you float around? She did so earlier.
Also Thesia is a spellcaster. Her diviniation magic is probably better than your fucking eyes.
I don't think the roaring was necessary. Or the kicking the door open, for that matter. Fuck the element of surprise, I guess.
Why are you two so bad at this? I thought you're supposed to be the two female badasses of the team.
Also is his hand sparking with black energy or not?
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Though personally, while the text translation feature of the armor is well documented, I feel like the spoken language translation is actually a feature of the dimensional travel - because riddle me this: If the Sinnians aren't natively speaking English, how can they communicate with the Earthlings when Linkara isn't even in the same scene?
How can the Lightbringer understand Indow, though? The way you describe it makes it sound like the translation only goes one way.
Also why is he upgrading it? I thought there was nothing wrong with the armor itself?
Not this shit again...
(Also "any bladed weapon" implies that knives are two-handed as well.)
Though I guess he's referring to guns, but I'm pretty sure they'd do fuckall against Varek even if Linkara weren't limited to dingy pistols.
This musical is even gayer than I imagined.
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You need a handLouis wrapped the warm blanket around his battered form carefully, still instinctively trying to reach with his left hand only to find it missing.
?Also I'm pretty sure you shouldn't have an issue with a blanket if you apparently managed to put on the trench coat just fine.
What kind of building is it, anyways? Is it some standalone building, or just a storefront? In either case there's always room for some apartment.The old man’s home was actually attached to the antique shop, much to Louis’ surprise, since the building had seemed much smaller when he initially looked at it.
Pussy.The old man had led him to a roaring, hot fireplace for him to dry off and get his bearings.
“Tea?” the man called from the kitchen.
“Hot chocolate, if you’ve got it."
Pussy."I actually can’t stand tea, but I never wanted to hurt Indow’s feelings. She prides herself on her tea.” Louis answered.
(Also it was only in the third book that it was even hinted at Indow making tea.)
Either some Magic Space God, the elusive Linkaran Man, and/or a shallow copy of this guy:“And I’m sure it’s a fine brew. Have you gathered who I am yet?” he called out to Louis as he prepared the drinks.
Holy Main Character Syndrome, Batman!Louis shrugged as he scooted himself over slightly so he could be closer to the fire. “Well, since my life seems to have become a science fiction book, I have only two guesses. You’re either me from about fifty years in the future...”
And thank God for that.“I’m not.” the old man interrupted as he brought in the tea and hot chocolate on a tray.
Why is that your second guess?“...Or you’re the guy responsible for sending me to Sin in the first place.” Louis finished.
That was surprisingly easy. I guess the gauntlet just comes off like that after scanning his fingerprints.“Guilty as charged. I also created the gauntlet. May I see it, by the way?” he requested, sitting down on the couch opposite of Louis’.
Louis nodded and held out his right arm. The old man reached out and he slid it off of his arm, examining it gently.
I'm pretty sure this is the only description we've gotten of this "old man" so far. Though I guess we can assume that he's blonde.The man had a pair of glasses attached to a string around his neck and he brought them up as he examined Louis’ weapon.
"I bet having your arm chopped off sucks, eh?"“Let me guess – been feeling nauseous? Unsteady? And I bet after your arm was removed, it hasn’t felt right at all?” the old man queried.
Louis nodded.
Some reason = hack writing.“It’s a design flaw, one that I think I’ve stamped out. It never works quite right when on Earth. Every other dimension it seems to work perfectly, but for some reason whenever it’s here it acts up.” the old man explained.
Also JFC, this is the big plot twist of The Contest of Champions storyline.
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So the grand prize of the contest is a fucking Infinity Gauntlet - but as it turns out they only work in their home dimension, and the omnipotent aliens running the contest ain't telling you which one it's from. It's really just an elaborate prank if you think about it.
"You just suck, mate."“So that’s why I couldn’t beat Varek? The armor was weaker or something?” Louis asked.
“Oh, heavens no. The armor is just as strong as it always has, it’s the user who has the problem.” the old man answered, laughing a little.
That you speedran through all stages of grief in less than an hour?“What are you talking about?”
This explains so much.“Your question about the armor being weaker is part of the problem. Tell me something, Louis, have you ever heard the adage that says that might is right?”
Louis nodded. “Of course. It’s true, too. The more powerful take control and it’s from their perspective that history takes shape, thus from that the ‘right’ is based.”
Name some example, Mr. Zen Wisdom.The old man laughed and shook his head, setting down his tea on the tray and leaning back. “Ah, a true product of the 1990s. History isn’t just superior forces winning, you know. There are plenty of examples of the weak overcoming the strong. And the lesson goes far beyond history. Just because you’re very powerful doesn’t mean you’re right.”
"I'm a tank engine."Louis sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m not sure what ‘right’ is anymore. I’m sorry, Mr.- um...”
“Thomas. My name’s Thomas.”
"Believe in the me who believes in you!"“I’m sorry, Thomas, but with everything that’s happened recently, I’m not sure what I should believe.”
Thomas smiled and leaned forward. “Just follow your heart.”
Louis rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh, come on! Don’t give me that fortune cookie clichéd crap! I need real advice! Okay, might isn’t right, so what the hell is right? What does might have to do with it, if at all?!”
What an ungrateful little shit drama queen.
Dude, he just whined about your "fortune cookie" crap. You think he's in the mood for a fairy tale?Thomas continued smiling and picked up his tea, taking a sip before he spoke:
“Once upon a time, there was a great King who wanted to do wonderful things for the people of the world."
That's... not how wars happen, man."He thought that war should not be a game for vain men to use for their own boredom."
And his name? Albert Einstein."He believed that life was worth being lived through freedom, compassion, and generosity to others rather than barbaric plundering and foolishness."
I'm pretty sure Linkara (the author) is just copy-pasting from the musical Camelot here. He's a big fan of it (see his cosplay in Suburban Knights), and there's at least one video where he spergs about it being one of the cornerstones of his sense of right and wrong."The old saying is ‘Might makes right.’ For him, he believed maybe that Might ought to serve right, that the ideal of being a good person should be served by those who were mighty."
>tfw your moral compass was built around a fucking musical because it was your first exposure to the romanticized version of chivalry
Can't we get a book about this story instead?"However, many were ignorant of the ideals he tried to teach. Eventually, through no fault of his own, he was killed by someone that he loved even through all the hardships that person had put him through."
I fear it didn't work out."Before he died, he charged me with the task of letting his memory live on, to tell all others of what he tried to do."
"Also I hate talking to people.""I’ve tried to do that in many ways, although my favorite method was through writing about it. I’ve always felt that the printed word could hold more poignancy and thought than any action..."
LMAO. Nigga, most people learn this in school when they're getting (rightfully) bullied."... but nevertheless I have come to understand that evil cannot simply be met with our words, but with our strength, as well."
"Punch Evil in the face, you litte shit.""That was what this King believed should be done, and that’s why you’re here today, Linkara.”
“I don’t quite get it.” Louis said, a bit perplexed.
I have my doubts about that.Thomas picked up the gauntlet and held it in front of Louis. “This is part of your might, Louis. Throughout your journey on Sin, you’ve used it to throw about your power, making your law the right law. And in most cases, that’s been good."
He mostly does it because he loves brutalizing people."You do have a good sense of right and wrong, but you haven’t been doing it because you want to do right."
That's not how to use "to rival". I'm pretty sure his power level is somewhat higher than "any other individual on Earth"."Oh, sure, every once in a while it’s for that reason, but doing the right thing shouldn’t be a once-in-a-while excursion. Varek the Destroyer has physical and magical power that rivals any other individual on Earth.”
He loves himself more than some goth creep loves a magic blob.Thomas leaned forward, tilting his glasses forward to the edge of his nose. “But you have the strength of heart and spirit that even rivals his devotion to his fallen Darkness."
No. His strongest allies are his OP armor and his capacity to threaten people with violence."Your optimism and capacity for good have always been your strongest allies, Linkara."
So far you've mostly been spouting nonsense."You call my advice clichéd, but people often forget that there’s probably a meaning behind the cliché that might actually have some value to it."
Are you senile? Dude takes nothing seriously."I don’t roll my eyes at ideas like love, justice, and the powers the heart wields. It’s serious business as long as one knows how to take it seriously, and I believe you’re someone who does."
"You're so great and talented, oh Great Linkara. And so handsome!""You are the greatest of any who have wielded the armor.”
>tfw you're not as special a snowflake as you think you wereLouis raised an eyebrow as he picked up his hot chocolate, suddenly very intrigued by this new revelation. “There have been others?”
"You're even more special than all the other losers!"Thomas nodded. “Many. But you are the only person to unlock both the wings and the crown."
(What does the crown even do, exactly?)
"I have tried a multitude of ways of trying to promote the ideal of ‘Might for right.’ Sometimes I’d assist the Linkara; other times I’d never reveal myself. Sometimes they acted in secret here on Earth; other times I’d send them to other dimensions.”
I feel like this grand origin story for the armor - which didn't exist until now - raises more questions than it answers.
Also note how they had to "act in secret" so that the Lightbringer can still be the world's first capeshitter. I'm not entirely sure how you can stay secret if you're an electrical knight with wings, but whatever.
...
Hang on a sec. Are they all called "the Linkara"? And why?
And... does that mean.. Comic Book Linkara is one of them?!
FFS take Linkara's dick out of your mouth already.Thomas grimaced as he set his tea down, frowning. “Some have been disappointments. Others have met terrible ends. When I saw what had happened to you, Louis, I knew it was time I stepped in to save you. I could not allow the greatest Linkara to fall.”
Of course you doLouis smiled.
I just explained, man. It's so the Lightbringer can still pretend to be the first capeshitter.“Thanks. Did they all use the same armor? And how come I’ve never heard of them before?”
This becomes a lot more cringe if you remember that our Linkara now has a gauntlet, too.“I forge the gauntlet whenever I need to create a new Linkara."
"You wanna know how I can do all of this stuff? Someone else showed me how!""Someone long ago taught me how to see the future and see who would be the best for the task the king imparted on me."
This reminds me a bit of how Creationism also just pushes core questions it pretends to answer just up by another layer (what I'd like to call the "If God created the universe, where does God come from?" dilemma).
Did you teach them the Create Pocket Dimension spell? That's a good trick."As for why you’ve never heard of it before, it’s because most have acted on their own out of a choice to do things in secret, not wanting to bring unwanted attention unto themselves."
The Angel Armor Tokusatsu Multiverse (tm) confirmed."Others acted on Earth, but not the Earth of this dimension.”
Also more proof hat Angel Armor is part of At4W canon. JFC.
Who cares? Do you even know what a Sinnian angel is supposed to be? 'Cause I fucking don't. This series just adds more confusing mythology shit instead of explaining anything.“Is the legend true? Did angels really imbue it with their strength?”
So sometimes you let your Linkaras act in secret because I guess they want to. But at other times you create an entire religion centered around the Linkara as a messiah before the guy is even born.Thomas chuckled. “I wrote the legend, Louis. Part of that ‘seeing into the future’ thing allowed me to pass myself off as a Seer on Sin. In case you hadn’t already figured it out, I’m the Linkaran man who wrote the prophecies."
You can see at least a thousand years into the future. Don't play senile old fool on me, you little shit."I wish I could say I remember all the details or even some of my experiences on Sin, but seeing into the future or even my own past isn’t exactly a simple process. It’s kind of like living backwards.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Quite right. The answer’s really a ‘maybe’ since I don’t know for certain."
Really? Are you like a World of Darkness vampire who got his memories scrambled because he just awoke from Topor?
Is this ripping off The Simpsons or something?"Originally, the gauntlet and the blade that came out of it were just that. They were the beginnings of an armor I was making to try to create a shining knight who would exemplify the ideal of might for right. The night after I had completed the gauntlet, I awoke to find a glow encompassing my home."
I went down to my workshop where I saw three radiant figures in white. They were pouring water out of a censer onto the gauntlet. While the blade had originally been a triggered mechanism, it now slid out at the user’s will. After that night, I considered building the rest of the armor, but I discovered that the gauntlet itself knew how to form the rest whenever a new piece was unlocked, somehow triggered when the user was virtuous in some way. Now, every time I’ve made the gauntlet anew, the beings return and begin the process again.” Thomas spoke.
So all you do is built a glorified normal-ass gauntlet with a spring-loaded blade gimmick - which would be a moderately cute gadget for a street-level vigilante -, and then three Magic Space Gods which you apparently never bothered to talk to do all the actual work by sprinkling magic pond water on it? Are you serious? WTF kind of origin story is this supposed to be? Bloody hell.
Can't imagine why. The guy is either batshit insane, or a glorified middleman. Plus he has already admitted that he knows shockingly little.Louis laid back and drank his hot chocolate, a smile curling across his lips. “I hope you’ve got a lot of tea, Thomas, because I’ve got a lot more questions...”
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Indow crossed her legs and swung them beneath her as they hung over the edge of the tall building.
I think the only other way to be artistically sad would involve sitting on a swing in the middle of the night.
I bet you miss Lithmenar, who shouts at you that religion is pure evil any time Linkara forgets to tard wrangle him for five secondsAfter leaving Louis’ house, she just began flying, trying to get as far away from the people she knew and loved as quickly as possible.
"And I beheld the skyscraper of Lodestar Tower off the dis- oh FFS it's the Lightbringer's hometown"After passing over some countryside, she had arrived in Pharos City, beholding the skyscraper of Lodestar Tower off in the distance.
Looking for just he right atmosphere for your depression, eh? Picky little bitch.As such, after perusing the city for a spot where she could gather her thoughts, she finally descended to the edge of a large apartment building and looked down to the streets below.
You've been here for what, a week at the most? And you're already condemning the place for all eternity. What a Debbie Downer.She thought of everything that they had argued about a few hours ago, frowning as she continued to recall her belief that the world was in a Dark Age that it could never hope to escape from.
“You know, there are safer places to relax than this.”
It is time, my friends.
Indow looked up and gasped, leaning back in shock. A man was floating in front of her and smiling, his arms crossed in front of him.
You know, when Superman does this it's to talk a suicidal person out of jumping. The Lightbringer on the other hand does it to cheer up a chick that can fly who is sad because her sweetheart has thrown an irrational temper tantrum.
And holy shit, this is what the official crossover art is based on, really?
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Now in hindsight, you might be wondering why Indow has a weird tattoo on her cheek. As it turns out that tattoo is mentionend - once in Book 1 and 2. Can't blame you for forgetting, though. I did, too.
What I can't explain though is why she threw a temper tantrum earlier over having to put on "idecent" Earthling clothes when she is dressed like this.
And doesn't "edge of the tall building" imply she's sitting on the roof?
I know it's the Lightbringer, but I appreciate the reminder that he's yet another blonde white character.His hair was short and artificially blonde, his skin Caucasian and a little pale.
Friendly reminder that this Bootleg Lantern is also ripping off Batman's lense thingies which he never really has in live-action (outside of a short cameo in The Dark Knight) because they'd look kinda dumb.The upper half of his face was covered by a white mask that hid his features along with lenses that protected the eyes from being seen.
Also he does realize such a tiny little mask does fuckall to protect his identity, right?
Oh, so it's one of those "desexualized" capeshit clothes? I usually only see them for internet "redesigns" of lady capeshitters, which always end up looking like lame overalls.He wore a costume that mixed white and black, the fabric itself looking like sweat clothes.
Move closer? He's floating in front of you. You'd fall.Indow slowly regained herself and moved closer.
LMAO. Even he can't see that she's supposed to be a "catgirl".“Likewise, it’s not every day that I see a woman with fur. If I may ask about it...?” the man queried.
“I’m an Anako. I believe the word that you people have as an equivalent is ‘catgirl.’ I am visiting your world, although I’m not sure for how much longer. My name’s Indow, by the way. You actually seem quite calm considering I just told you I wasn’t from your world.” She answered, holding out her hand to him.
- He can fly. He's probably seen some shit.
- He didn't freak out that you're a furry.
- You didn't even give him time to react.
See?The man smiled and took it, shaking it gently. “Mine’s Lightbringer. As for not being surprised, well, as you’ve noticed, I can fly, so I’m not exactly unfamiliar with the unusual.”
(Not counting the numerous Linkaras who didn't have an entire religion centered around them.)Lightbringer sat down beside Indow and hung his legs down over the edge like her as she looked at him, smiling as her eyes brightened up.
“Oh! I’ve heard of you. You’re the world’s first and only superhero.” Indow stated.
Are you hitting on her?Lightbringer nodded. “That’s me! Now, what’s got a lovely woman like you so melancholy? You weren’t exactly looking at things down there like you wanted to be there.”
Are you perhaps suggesting that Linkara's lectures about Earth where in fact vile propaganda?Indow looked back down at the people down in the streets. “This world was not what I was expecting. While I have a lot of pride in where I’m from, I expected this place to be somehow... better than mine."
WTF is this "ambiguity" you guys keep complaining about? Are you mad our leaders aren't as transparently evil as the von Peasantkickings?"It hurts inside to think about this place. Earth is technologically more advanced than mine, but the morality is the same. There’s too much evil, a lot of ambiguity, and not nearly enough good.”
Getting railed was a necessary evil, honey.She turned her head over to Lightbringer and frowned. “I’ve done a lot I’m not proud of, Lightbringer. I’ve done shameful things and things that I wish I could have taken back. For some reason I expected a lot of those feelings to be gone when I came here, but it’s just the same if not worse.”
And are you going to tell him that you got raped? I feel the discussion migth veer off into that direction.
Who says to deny them? And who says that's rational and/or logical?“Because those aren’t feelings you can get rid of. Our emotions are a part of who we are and while some people say it’s rational or logical to deny them, the truth is that how we feel is every bit a part of who we are as our appearance and how we perceive ourselves. However, that doesn’t mean you have to be mired in them all the time.” Lightbringer replied.
The arm thing was clearly the work of an illegal Sinnian immigrant. It doesn't count.“Well, think about it. You can’t tell me that this place has been that bad, has it?”
Indow winced. “My beloved had his arm cut off here. Then he said hurtful things to me and his friends because of his rage and grief.”
And you're shocked and amazed that Linkara can be a mean asshole? Have you forgotten the previous books?
"To be honest, him calling me a bitch turned me on."“Do you still love him?”
“Of course I do!”
(She sounds more like someone stuck in an abusive relation, tbh.)
Stand by your abusive man. The Lightbringer said so!“Then it shouldn’t matter. Couples have fights all the time, Indow, and usually it’s because of misplaced feelings."
I would've just told him to get the fuck over it. It wasn't even his jerk-off arm, FFS."He’s in pain because of losing his arm, but that pain’s not necessarily going to last."
Oh, so now it's okay to ditch him?If you don’t feel you can handle that pain alongside him, then you have every right to leave him. Otherwise you can help him through it, be the light in his life that makes it so that it doesn’t matter what he’s lost as long as he has you.
I have some doubts about that."All that matters is that he loves you and you love him."
Screaming at each other for no reason is a good thing!"If you come out of a verbal argument with something better than you started with, then you’ve really got something special."
He very much is. Holy shit, you have no fucking idea"Of course, if he’s abusing you physically or emotionally, dump his ass and it doesn’t matter what he thinks.” Lightbringer advised.
Are you alluding to that part in Book 1 when you were brainwashed and shanked him? That was just a lame cliffhanger. It doesn't count.“He has never harmed me even when I have harmed him.”
Or maybe she just means that time she called Sailor Moon gay and lame.
Just respect and tolerate our wonderful culture, just like you were ready to respect and tolerate the naked catgirl slave.Indow turned her head to Lightbringer, still frowning. “And what about the world? Loving one person will not change the nature of this place.”
Lightbringer got off of the edge and floated in front of Indow. “You see this city all around you?”
Breathtaking.
"I hope you've heard about the rape."Indow blinked, looking at Lightbringer as if he were insane. “Of course I see it. I’d have to be blind not to.”
“You know about its reputation? How much crime and corruption that there is?”
Indow nodded.
The Great Lightbringer refuses to accept the dystopian nature of his hometown.“Well, I’m going to save it. I’m going to make this place the best city in the world to live in and it doesn’t matter how long it takes for me to accomplish that goal. And it won’t be easy. Men and monsters will try to stop me and they’ll tell me the same things you’re saying about the world, that it’s corrupt, it’s hopeless, it’s a dark, dismal place that will probably sooner destroy itself than be saved, but I won’t believe them.”
Why the fuck are you whispering? And what do you love about the place? The literally burning dumpsters? The assaults on women? The slavemongering gangs?“Why not?” Indow queried.
Lightbringer leaned in and whispered into Indow’s ear, “Because I wouldn’t be a good guy if I let evil be right. My love for this place is the catalyst for changing how it is. If I didn’t care about it, I couldn’t do a thing to help it. But I do and now I’m taking action the best way that I can.”
I know the place was more pleasant when it started out, but JFC man, cut your losses.
Eh, "changing how you view it" does not, in fact, change anything.“But what about me? I’m not a superhero like you.”
“Maybe not, but there was a world before I became a superhero and there will be a world after I’m dead. Everyone has the power to change the world, be it actual physical change or how we can view it."
No, no it's not."Indow, the world is what you view it to be."
Also why does your zen wisdom sound like it comes from Pippi Longstocking?
(Specifically the lyrics of the German version of Här kommer Pippi Långstrump, which effectively glorifies rejecting reality and substituting our own.)
Says the guy who is dominating the criminals."I was once told that the world is a place for the dominating and the dominated and I refused to see the world that way, so I didn’t allow that view to alter mine."
The Lightbringer, bolsterer of the Green M&M."The world is painful. There’s no denying it. But I don’t think that’s the only thing about it even in light of all the evil in it, so I bolster the good while defeating the bad."
"At least I tried.""I fight to bring the world to where it should be. It doesn’t matter if I actually succeed."
- The Lightbringer
No, that doesn't mesh with what you said earler. You fight to make it a place of goodness."I live my life as if the world is a place of goodness to show it that it can be a place of goodness.”
Can you guys stop equating "goodness" with "making sense"?Indow raised an eyebrow and recalled Ted’s words, speaking them softly: “‘You force the world to make sense...’”
You're still whispering? Both of you?!“What was that?” Lightbringer asked, not hearing her whispers.
I think Linkara just got cucked.She paused for a moment and then smiled. She jumped off the ledge and began hovering, leaning over and giving Lightbringer a kiss on the cheek.
I don't think the advice was worth much, but whatever makes you happy I guess.“Thank you, sir; I believe I have what I need.” She spoke before flying away from him.
Nobody cares about your supporting cast.Lightbringer blinked for a moment, then smirked and put his hand to the cheek where Indow had kissed him. “I tell you, Hannah, only in this city...”
(Though if you're curious, Hannah is the purple-haired bitch who has super-strength for some reason, but never bothered becoming a cape-shitter herself until towards the end of the comic's run. All because Linkara wanted a female character who wasn't a helpless damsel
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I see she went to the Lithmenar School of Unnecessary Parkour Tricks.White Raven dropped down from a warehouse and crouched, looking around herself.
Also can't Thesia just make both of you float around? She did so earlier.
Are you a SWAT team now?Seeing no one in her immediate line of sight, she brought her arm up and signaled Thesia to follow her.
Also Thesia is a spellcaster. Her diviniation magic is probably better than your fucking eyes.
Only her floating around makes it even dumber.Thesia levitated down and readied her sword, nodding to White Raven.
The two kicked open the warehouse doors and roared as they charged ahead into Varek’s location, Thesia at the ready with her sword while White Raven brought her bow and arrow up to aim for her target.
I don't think the roaring was necessary. Or the kicking the door open, for that matter. Fuck the element of surprise, I guess.
That's totally not some kind of trap.Varek, however, seemed to not notice them at all. He stood in the middle of the warehouse with the Black Oracle in front of him on a pedestal, his gaze never leaving its pages.
How is that shocking? You think only the Dorkbringer can catch your arrows?White Raven launched an arrow straight at his head, her aim not deviating for a moment. However, as the arrow came within a few inches of his pale skin, Varek’s hand went up and caught the arrow, much to the shock and horror of the two.
Sounds kinky when you word it like that.Thesia quickly regained her composure and ran at her former ally with the full intent of coating her sword with his blood.
Or he'll just catch the arrow and stab your nakama with it. You know, like during the last fight.White Raven prepared another arrow in the case she could distract Varek for Thesia to accomplish her mission with greater ease.
Have you not learned your fucking lesson?At the very least, with Thesia engaging him in combat, she believed she could get a clear shot of him.
Gee, I wonder if that was the work of the other evil guy who you haven't spotted yet.However, before she could ready herself, White Raven felt a sharp pain enter her backside. She collapsed forward as images began to flash in front of her eyes. She saw scenes of human atrocity and pain – of the rape of children, the slaughter of an innocent by some malicious agent of destruction, and even Louis’ arm being chopped off by Varek.
Why are you two so bad at this? I thought you're supposed to be the two female badasses of the team.
Called it.She brought herself around as tears welled up in her eyes, looking to the doorway she and Thesia had entered. The Darkbringer stood with a sadistic grin on his face, his hand practically sparking with black energy.
Also is his hand sparking with black energy or not?
It's like rai~iain~ on your wed~ding~ day~...“The feminine traitors acting together? How ironic.” Varek spoke as his sword clashed with Thesia’s.
Who would've guess that two would fail where six also failed“Do you realize what we’re going to do? We’re going to bring him back... and this world will never be the same.” The Darkbringer stated.
White Raven winced and gripped the edge of her bow. It was going to be dreadful night.
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Why'd you even ask? The Sinnians have used dumb fantasy words for basic shit like "year" for most of Book 1 until your language translater catched up, and to this day they can't say "water".“Is the armor translating for me or is Sin just a parallel world where everyone speaks English?” Louis queried.
“It’s the armor, all right."
Though personally, while the text translation feature of the armor is well documented, I feel like the spoken language translation is actually a feature of the dimensional travel - because riddle me this: If the Sinnians aren't natively speaking English, how can they communicate with the Earthlings when Linkara isn't even in the same scene?
Friendly reminder that Linkara (the author) considers the armor's origin story "fairly original". I guess it is somewhat of a novelty that the backstory still contains way too many instance of "I don't fucking know, nigga"."Another innovation of the angels or whatever it was that made it so powerful."
Oh, so it can translate for others via magic Wi-Fi."Anyone you come in contact with is mystically linked to the gauntlet, able to hear their own language instead of other tongues.” Thomas answered.
How can the Lightbringer understand Indow, though? The way you describe it makes it sound like the translation only goes one way.
Couldn't we have gotten this live? You had no issue recapping shit back in the Garick chapter, and I was hoping to increase the Rape Counter some more.The two had spent all night and morning talking to one another about everything Louis had done and where he was going.
Can't have been a very large supply then. Do you have any idea how long even a tiny box of tea lasts?Throughout it all, they had used up Thomas’ entire supply of tea and hot chocolate and even had briefly moved into Thomas’ workroom where he began upgrading the armor.
I assume he just bangs on the gauntlet with a hammer for a bit, and then the angels pop out and squirt some magical lemon on it.Louis had been curious about what exactly he could do to it if it was the angels who originally made it so powerful to begin with.
Also why is he upgrading it? I thought there was nothing wrong with the armor itself?
I sure love this quality writing.Thomas merely smiled and told him that he had access to magicks of his own that could enhance and upgrade the gauntlet and, subsequently, the rest of the armor.
That's not creepy at all, and I don't trust him on that last bit.Through it all, Louis learned that Thomas had been observing Louis through much of his journey, albeit had kept his distance at anything that seemed private.
This backstory has at least two layers of "A wizard did it".Thomas explained little of his own past, only that he knew a very powerful Wizard who had taught him the secrets of living almost to an endless age as well as foretelling the future.
It's nice of Varek to wait a little past morning before starting his dark ritual.Louis gazed out the window and winced, slowly standing up as he turned to face Thomas.
“Oh, it’s morning now! Thomas, I’ve got to call my house, let them know I’m okay and-”
Louis stopped when he saw out of the corner of his eye that the morning sky was beginning to darken. It was unlike how the sun passes behind a cloud, the area itself seeming to blacken over rapidly.
Why would you assume that moon could be at fault here? Lunar eclipses don't involve shadow tentacles.Thomas himself got up and walked over to the window as Louis looked up at the sky. The sun was being engulfed in darkness, as if tendrils were flowing through it and covering it up. With what little light was still available, Louis looked to the side and saw the moon still in the sky, meaning it wasn’t the one causing the eclipse.
What happened to "The armor's fine. You just have to believe in yourself"?“Thomas, I have to go now! This has got to be Varek!” Louis stated.
“But I haven’t finished upgrading the armor! You’re no match for Varek in your current state!” Thomas responded.
If you haven't fought injustice before, then what was the whole deal with the naked catgirl slave?Louis reached for his trench coat, but then realized it was still soaking wet, so he left it where it was. “Thomas, you’ve given me a lot to think about, not the least of which is that I need to fight injustice wherever I see it."
"Justice" means "Total Darkness Death"."It doesn’t get more unjust than the last scion of the Darkness. Besides, I need to go apologize to everyone, get us all organized to finally take him down.”
“If I can’t convince you to wait until you’re ready, at the very least, let me properly equip you.” Thomas said as he walked over to a nearby bookshelf, pulling on one of the books.
The bookcase began to slide open, revealing a secret compartment.
Not this shit again...
Just pick a sword that you can wield with one arm?“Thomas, I’ve only got one arm, how am I supposed to wield a sword or- whoa.” Louis said, gawking at the contents of the compartment. “That’s... That’s a little ungallant, isn’t it? What are you doing with all of that?”[/i]
Explain this, then:Thomas smiled and crossed his arms. “You said it yourself; you can’t wield any bladed weapon with just one arm."
(Also "any bladed weapon" implies that knives are two-handed as well.)
Bows very much do require two arms."As for why I have them, I’m an old man living alone in the United States. I’m not exactly at my prime and I was always better with bows and arrows than swords. Louis, why wouldn’t I have them?”
Though I guess he's referring to guns, but I'm pretty sure they'd do fuckall against Varek even if Linkara weren't limited to dingy pistols.
Every warriors should enter the field of battle with a tote bag.“Ooh! Ooh! I see which ones I want!” Louis exclaimed exuberantly, running towards the compartment.
Thomas chuckled and began walking away. “I’ll get a bag.”
As Louis began to examine the weapons of the compartment, Thomas smiled and opened up a closet, getting out a black duffel bag and singing softly to himself:
“‘In short, there’s simply not/a more congenial spot/for happily ever-aftering...’”
This musical is even gayer than I imagined.
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