Inner Peace (Through Superior Firepower) - Episode 051

Inner Peace (Through Superior Firepower) - Episode 051

Some funny, adorable little jester in Jillian‘s mind kept hopping up and down furiously, screaming, “GET her! Break her NECK! Now, now, now! Do it, do it, do it!”

The jester wasn‘t thin and clever and deft like Jack Snipe. He was fat, clumsy, and angry. He had a bald head, and jowls that shook when he yelled. Jillian laughed so hard at the little clown that she fell on her rear end, and rolled over into the flowers.

“No, no,” said her friend Judy. “It‘s not the time for that now. Take my hand.”

“Take her hand OFF!” shouted the jester, flailing his arms in exaggerated mock combat. “Take her arm off! Take her HEAD off!”

Instead, she let Judy help her to her feet. “Lean on me, Jillian. Let‘s walk and see the city, come on. I‘ve got a stick.”

Judy did seem to have a walking stick. Jillian stared at it, knowing it was perfectly straight but having trouble getting it to look straight. The end that Judy was holding was bound with burnt straw. It looked like a broomstick. It also looked magical.

“Grab it! Beat her down with it!” the jester shouted.

Jillian let her head loll around on her neck, tilting all the way around in one full circle. The little clown in her mind turned somersaults, and rolled away out of sight.

“Okay,” she agreed dreamily. She held Judy‘s arm, and they lurched forward through the field of pink flowers. Through one of the dimensions of space and time that Jillian was aware of, her feet moved in a somewhat crooked line.

“You must be very special,” said Judy.

Jillian wasn‘t sure she was up to talking, but Judy was, like...her hostess or something. She kind of had to try. “Thank you,” she muttered, guessing at a sensible response.

Judy chuckled. “It isn‘t a compliment, darling. I‘m sure you‘ve caused us a lot of trouble. But she brought you in herself, so you‘ve got a role to play of some kind. Something makes you special, or you wouldn‘t be here.”

“Where is ‘here?‘” asked Jillian, in a way less conversational than cosmological. The part of her that was in a field of flowers on a yellow road was very small, and she was struggling with the word ‘here‘ itself.

“Her domain. Technically mine, but that‘s a laugh. You are in what may be the worst, most Titans-forsaken place in all of Erfworld,” said Judy. “This is the Olive Garden.”

Jillian could sort of process the ominous...ness of that, but whatever she was supposed to feel about it was lost in a blue, gauzy wave of air that lifted up through her torso and buoyed up her head, making it float on her neck like a cork in a fountain. She had absolutely no fear, and said so out loud.

“That‘s good, love. Wouldn‘t do you a bit of good if you did, anyway,” said Judy. “The Garden is a pretty dungeon, though. Isn‘t it? I never meant to rule here.”

“Oh?” said Jillian, not because she was necessarily following.

“No. I‘m afraid I never meant to do anything at all in my life. I‘ve still done a great many things, though, all apparently by accident. It works that way. I‘ve been a leaf on the wind,” said Judy. “At times, quite literally.”

Jillian imagined leaves blowing in the wind, and they fluttered through her head at right angles to themselves. Leaves from outside of reality blew through, and vanished to someplace else. A huge, bright rainbow spread throughout the multiple spaces she inhabited, and the wind picked up in strength. The leaf she knew as Judy was carried over it to...somewhere. In the winds, now at gale force, Jillian‘s mind was blown.

“So, you‘re a fellow leaf, I think,” said Judy, walking beside her again. Jillian blinked in the sunshine, snapping into a little moment of lucidity. She looked around. They were near the green city, looming ahead. Back on the weird road.

“No, I fly away sometimes,” she said, feeling the need to deny her helplessness. “I flap!” She flapped her hands, and lost her balance a little.

“But the world blows you back,” said Judy. “Trust me, I could fly away too.” For some reason, she raised up the broomstick when she said this. “Where would I go? She‘d track me down, anyway. I‘ve got this on...” Judy stopped, and lifted up her leg. Just above one stockinged foot there was a thick band around her ankle. Jillian couldn‘t recognize much at the moment, and did not recognize this. But it, too, looked magical.

“No, I‘m here,” sighed Judy, “with the flowers. Or I‘m nowhere. I can‘t live without them. You won‘t be able to, either. Enjoy what they‘re doing for you now, Jillian. Eventually they hardly do a thing at all. You just need them.”

They walked on in silence. Her mind and body took separate paths to the city, but occasionally crossed and merged. Eventually she looked upon the tall emerald spires and realized how truly monumental it was. It was a level 5, called “Efbaum.”

“What‘s thed...the deal with the city?”

“Old el-Efbaum? Grand, isn‘t it?” said Judy. “It was once the most powerful city in the world. Now it‘s just one more capital of a side we conquered long ago. There used to be a man here who ruled it. An awfully nice man, at that. Very powerful in magic. I didn‘t kill him when we took the city. I let him go.”

“You didn‘t what?” Jillian had never heard the word ‘kill,‘ but for some reason she knew what it meant. It struck her immediately as vulgar and wrong.

“Sorry, croak him. I let him escape.” Judy stopped walking, and looked distantly up at the green towers. “That was a very long time ago. I am still, I think...being punished for that. But I don‘t regret it. He was a lovely man.” Her eyes glistened as she blinked in the gleam of sunshine and sparkling towers.

“I kept his city just as he liked it,” she said, her voice growing even more frail and sad, “but I‘m told he prefers blue now.”

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Oberon wrote:
Well first off, you've got your facts out of wack. We haven't seen any prior effort by Wanda to capture the 'pliers, much less "several occasions." She got the 'pliers due to the volcano, which was entirely Parson's doing as far as planning goes, and was a last ditch effort at that. It was an attempt to pull some kind of victory out of utter defeat, not an attempt to capture the 'pliers. Yes, Parson calculated favorable odds that GK would have the 'pliers by the end of their turn. But again that was never mentioned amongst GK planning as a primary goal. They were always just trying to live to see the next turn, not maneuvering to capture the 'pliers.


Wanda does try to get the pliers, right after she knocks them away from Ansom in book 1 she disengages and goes after them.
Also, unless their abortive crusade for the arkentools was basically running around in circles searching for the known-but-location-unknown fourth tool, or doing nothing in particular, or going after Charlie... they were aiming for the arkenpliers. They did croak some number of Jetstone field units, and Jetstone hardly kept its possession of the arkenpliers secret. Seems unlikely that they weren't aiming for them previously, even if they never got all that close.
Zeku wrote:
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law of fives


The existence or actual effect of the Illuminati is not well established. I'm being polite.

It would be silly to just pick your favorite number and list what you think makes it special. Every natural number up to about 40 (and many others) has a wide variety of uses, meanings, and appearances in all kinds of ancient histories, cultures, religions, and so forth.

The druids divided all of their wisdom into triads, groups of three, and they are responsible for the existence of modern universities, as well as being the cultural bind that led to the rise of the british empire to near complete mastery of the world.

I was kinda being sarcastic, and referring to the Illuminati Trilogy (and related spin-off books) as being a possible literary universe that's one of the bleed overs (lime the Oz books).
Zeku wrote:
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law of fives


The existence or actual effect of the Illuminati is not well established.

The font of all knowledge disagrees!
I now officially really want the wizard to not be Charlie, because fake foreshadowing amuses me :P
Itoh wrote:
Wanda does try to get the pliers, right after she knocks them away from Ansom in book 1 she disengages and goes after them.
There is a significant difference between going for the gun your opponent just dropped and having a careful plan to disarm your opponent and get their gun. Wanda's entire pre-engagement chant/poem was all about killing Ansom, and not about getting the 'pliers.
drachefly wrote:
Also, unless their abortive crusade for the arkentools was basically running around in circles searching for the known-but-location-unknown fourth tool, [...]
Seems about right to me.
Really. That thing that barely got mentioned - and meanwhile it's pointed out specifically that GK attacked JS - though they 'only croaked a few field units', they did engage them.

So what makes you so confident that Wanda was ignoring the pliers?
Very late connection made, with insights provided by the later confirmation that this was indeed Charlie.

Charlie used to like green, but now likes blue. This perhaps reflects that as a gamer he used to be a Wizard, but now plays as a Munchkin.
abb3w wrote:
Very late connection made, with insights provided by the later confirmation that this was indeed Charlie.
Charlie used to like green, but now likes blue. This perhaps reflects that as a gamer he used to be a Wizard, but now plays as a Munchkin.

Not that I wish to encourage Thread Croakamancy...but I'm not sure that I follow?
What does Blue have to do with gaming Munchkins...?
0beron wrote:
abb3w wrote:
Very late connection made, with insights provided by the later confirmation that this was indeed Charlie.
Charlie used to like green, but now likes blue. This perhaps reflects that as a gamer he used to be a Wizard, but now plays as a Munchkin.

Not that I wish to encourage Thread Croakamancy...but I'm not sure that I follow?
What does Blue have to do with gaming Munchkins...?

According to Wikipedia, the Munchkins of Oz wore a lot of blue. This is evidenced by the blue-link I typed.