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(( Content warning: gore and...uh...organs.
Also, following Tai's precedent: go here for director's commentary! This was a fun one. http://bubblingdecipherer.d... ))
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Hyde without a Jekyll • 2 years ago
AHHHHHH!!! MY CHILDREN!!! 
1) RICHARD!! While yes I get that you need to find Arty on the other hand could you have sent them a less wasteful message? Could have Chirracthran taken a letter to them?
2) ELIAS!! He's so sad!! *looks at panel a bit more* OLIVER!!!!! HE'S SO TINY AND CUTE!!! LOOK AT MY CHILD!!! HE WILL GET ALL THE HUGS WHEN HE GETS BACK!!! EVERYONE GETS HUGS!!!
3) The hands and heart are SO good!!! I'm always impressed by the art you guys put out!
4) SAD ARTY!!! WHY MORE SAD ARTY!! NO MORE SAD ARTY!! STOP WITH THE SAD ARTY!! 
5) My bad computer can't quite make out what's on Arty's hand. Also is that the same hand that was cut off for TEOAE? Did that ever get healed properly before he was taken?
As always this was AMAZING and I can't wait for the next update on our precious beans!
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chatterghosts  Hyde without a Jekyll • 2 years ago
1) Richard didn't leave that message -- someone left it for him.
2) I was hoping you'd spot the bean!
3) <3
4) Oh, hon.
5) For a.. less scribbley interpretation?
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Hyde without a Jekyll  chatterghosts • 2 years ago
1) In that case then I'm still proud of our little scar-muffin! Cleaning up his own messes... He's gotten so responsible! :')
2) HOW CAN I NOT RECOGNIZE MY OWN CHILD!! Also where are they?
4) .... :'(
5)That's...not good. AND HE JUST GOT THAT HAND BACK!!
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chatterghosts  Hyde without a Jekyll • 2 years ago
2) Sainte-Chapelle! It's where Richard was last week.
5) Aaahaa...whoops?
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Hyde without a Jekyll  chatterghosts • 2 years ago
2) GO MY BEANS!!! GET YOUR MURDER HUSBAND AND BROTHER BACK!!!!
3) WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!!! YOU NEED TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF YOUR OCs!!! DDDDDDDDD:<
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Tairais • 2 years ago • edited
The note he had discovered but a week prior in the sanctuary of the Sainte-Chapelle flashed behind his eyes any time he had a chance to close them for longer than a blink, taunting him with red-tinged ink, a 'do hurry up' hidden in the smallest of details.
The Stag that represented so, so many things in his life tagged at his heels constantly, blowing carrion-scented air onto the back of his neck, hooves clicking in time to his ever-steady heartbeat, even as anxiety seized his chest.
Badum, badum, badum. Tchlk, tchlk. Two sounds echoing but muffled, like bullet casings thudding against the floor, smothered behind the rushing of blood in his ears.
Charricthran's hidden seal burned on the back of his neck, simmering just beneath the skin. Occasionally it would glow in a cruel reminder of what his presence symbolized.
Failure was not optional. Failure mean death, and at this point, there was simply no way to tell whose.
He had to move faster, had to find Artemis faster.
His leisurely walk increased its pace ever so slightly, the tails of his coat billowing in the pleasant breeze that had been snatching at everything.
We await your arrival at the start of it all. Something like that. The start of a very... bloody friendship and apprenticeship.
He glanced up on instinct and the roar of blood in his ears stopped. He very nearly dropped Stephan. He did, in fact, freeze in place.
"Artemis, ne!"
Only, he realized, it wasn't Artemis. A copycat. An illusion. A mirror image, a reflection of the lovely moon on still water.
A reflection of Judas, the betrayer. A bag of silver coins, yellow roses at his feet. Self-inflicted evisceration- how did they manage to convince the poor man to do that?- and hung by his own intestines, obviously strengthened by something else.
Obviously anticipated and planned out beforehand.
The onlookers were being rude and gawking, but that was hardly relevant.
The note hiding behind closed eyelids was replaced by unseeing eyes and a gaping hole where a poor reflection's stomach used to lie.
The river of blood resumed its course, roaring in his ears once more.
Badum, badum, badum. Tchlk, tchlk, tchlk.
They moved again, following Judas' line of sight with little more than a murmured "I am sorry" to guide him into whatever lay beyond.
An hour passed. Two hours. Three hours, and still, he walked.
Whispers became tangible things, pulling and tugging at his limbs, begging them to be as anxious and jittery as he was in the distant corners of his mind. He shut the door of his cathedral on them and walked with the stag, ran with the gargoyles perched on the rooftop, soared with the phoenix and slumbering dragon trapped in an infinite cycle of one footstep after another.
Badum, badum, badum. Tchlk, tchlk, tchlk.
Badum, badum, badum. Tchlk, tchlk, tchlk.
Badum, badum, badum. Tchlk,
tchlk,
tchlk.
The stag stopped, and so did he.
Three pairs of eyes turned to face the Danube. Three pairs of eyes tracked the passage of a gondola down the river.
To Italy then. To Venice. To Florence and the Uffizi Gallery, then to Milan. Following the ghostly footsteps of the golden days of the past.
And then where?
Well. In this one instance, dead men would tell tales. He would know when the time came. There would be another body. That was their medium, their art, their messages carried on the wings of horrified whispers.
As opposed to the bird that now rested on his shoulder.
"You are running out of time, Ričardas."
"I know, Charricthran-Kothar. You need not remind me."
There was pity in the bird's eyes as he melted away. That was more terrifying than any of his warped grins and.. theatrics.
Into the quiet of the stained-glass sanctuary. Onto the next train bound for Italy.
Onto the next leg of the journey.
A tide of blood followed him, tying him back to the poor, lost reflection behind him. Beside him.
'I am sorry' He did not say, 'I am sorry you became collateral, this was not meant to end this way for you.'
'I could have saved you' He did not think, 'If I had been quicker, I could have saved you.'
The corpse stood beside him with empty, terrified eyes and an equally gaping stomach, coins jingling in his ribs. Beside him stood Lillian. Beside her stood Elise. Beside her stood Crawford, beside him stood Jack. Behind those four stood countless people he didn't remember the names of, only the actions that had earned them the ire of three pairs of eyes. One maroon, one blue, one yellow-green.
The bodies lined the pews as he stood to preach. He opened his mouth to speak only to find his lungs full of tar and smoke and he was drowning, coughing on air that had been corrupted nearly forty years ago.
There was the faint sound of the passengers on the train trying to reach him, but the doors had been closed already- they couldn't enter. Weren't allowed to. The stench of decay wrapped its fingers around his throat and dug in with claws. In a detached sort of manner he saw his own blood leap from his veins and mingle with the tide on the floor.
An offering. An apology.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood and bone for bone. Whispers and moans echoing, rebounding, amplifying in the high arches of his cathedral. Surrounding him, pressing down on him, spilling over the brim.
Waves of regret and waves of curious, sickening joy washed over him and in his confusion he reached out for the sharp edges of illumination, only to have them shatter in his hands, black ichor trailing from.. something.
He was drowning in it until he wasn't, snapping to awareness with a vengeance. He had been coughing, the passengers told him, and not responding.
Apologies and reassurances were made, and he was left alone by all but two pairs of hungry red eyes, joining him as he watched the scenery roar past in time to the steady return of blood in his ears.
Badum, badum. Tchlk, tchlk.
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Dr. H. Griffin • 2 years ago
No clue as to what this is about, but I'm f**king loving it.
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chatterghosts  Dr. H. Griffin • 2 years ago
Okay, let's play a game of Doodle Catches Everyone Up On The Ongoing Plot:
So! There were two Lodgers that left juuust before your arrival, named Richard (the guy in the bottom corner of the panel farthest left) and Elias (the dark-haired guy in the panel upper-center). Elias has a brother named Arty (the curly-haired guy looking very, very frantically at his hands in the panel farthest right), right? Fiona and Nicolette have mentioned him; Fiona's a very old friend of his, and Nicolette is his 'wife' - but not really his lover. More like close pals!
Aaaanyway, so Richard has these two mentor dudes who are just...really bad people. And, in an act of revenge, they kidnap Arty, who's like a little brother figure to Richard.
So Richard goes off to try and find him, Elias goes along too, though not with Richard and always about three days behind him - cue a comic-serialized road trip across Europe. With lots of dead bodies. And good food!
Each comic - posted by myself or Tairais, who created the character of Richard and wrote this with me - will have four panels, a sort of kind-of-weekly check up on the characters: Richard, Elias, Arty, and Richard's mentors.
That would be all!
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