LNH/LUNA/ACRA: The Liminals #11
Drew Nilium
pwerdna at gmail.com
Wed Apr 12 21:11:12 PDT 2023
On 4/12/23 6:02 PM, Jeanne Morningstar wrote:
> THE LIMINALS
> #11: "Every Time A Bell Rings..."
> A tale of angels and demons by Jeanne Morningstar
oooooooh
> A Leadership Cry.Sig Net.ropolis 2023 prelude (maybe?)
Sure, why not!
> This issue is dedicated to Rachel Pollack (1945-2023)
> "To learn to play seriously is one of the great secrets of spiritual exploration."
> –The Forest of Souls: A Walk Through the Tarot
It's goshdarn true.
> Dee? Xauriel McKenna--Masterplan Lad, guardian of the narrative; Victoria
> Arden--Forsaken Lass, survivor of Limbo; Alice Ashdown--Net.Access, champion of
> crossovers; Sakura Mangas--Manga Girl, synthetic senshi of creativity; and Maria
> Hart, troubled trenchcoater, along with her ostrich familiar Sunny! They are
> four young net.heroes, one trenchcoater and one ostrich who fight to understand
> themselves and the worlds they inhabit, moving between the heroism of the LNH
> and the uncanny strangeness of the Lunaverse--the Liminals!
YEAH THEY ARE \o/
> "So," said Masterplan Lad, finishing the the last touches on their lipstick.
> "How do I look?"
>
> "Amazing," said Sharon. "If I didn't have a girlfriend, I'd be grabbing ahold of
> you and pinning you to the wall and kissing you right now."
ghehehehe :3
> Just then, to MPL's frustration and relief, the moment was interrupted
X3 Extremely them.
> when Doug
> walked into the room, bearing the the night's movies–Sharon Friedman and Alys
> Delano (as they knew their names were now) were DVD watchers; they'd even been
> known to still watch videotapes.
>
> Doug's abiding obsessions in life were mech anime and black and white movies. If
> you got him in a room with Alice to talk about Macross, or with Sharon about Old
> Hollywood, they'd never talk about anything else for a week.
Oh, I love it, I love this detail-oriented characterization.
> Doug was bisexual, and he had a boyfriend and a very likely potential girlfriend
> in Sig.ago, where he'd grown up. His pride in his home city was still pretty
> considerable (he'd told MPL shortly after they met that he in all honesty
> preferred Dvandom Force to the LNH; he even admitted a fondness for Teenfactor).
Awwwwww :>
> He'd moved here for a film history research fellowship; but had told MPL he
> preferred not to date people in Net.ropolis as there was too much drama. He'd
> meant this in the colloquial sense, not the narrative-metaphysical sense, but it
> was still true: the constant flow of Drama around the city meant that it could
> be difficult to hold down stable relationships.
Mmmmm, legit, legit.
> Masterplan Lad knew a lot of queer people in long-distance relationships. As
> in-person queer spaces grew harder to access due to gentrification, and the
> internet became one of the most important vectors for queerness, it had grown
> more and more common. Some people he knew–such as Frat Boy and Fearless
> Leader–were even dating people in other dimensions.
Metaphor! \o/
> That meant that
> Net.ropolis could be near any other city, and that made it that much easier for
> people in long-distance relationships, though they could never predict when
> Net.ropolis would be there. It was a little harder for Sig.agoans,
> though–Sig.ago was Net.ropolis's conceptual opposite; one of the things that
> defined Net.ropolis was that it was Not Sig.ago and vice versa.
Ooooooh, yeah, excellent point - especially with Net.ropolis being connected to
the tradition of coastal cities in superhero media.
> "Hey," whispered Alys, gently tapping them on the shoulder, "are you expositing
> to yourself again?"
>
> "Er, yes," they said.
>
> "Well it's time to listen to Doug exposit instead."
Awwwwwww. :>
> Then they looked up at Doug instead, who was going on animatedly about the movie
> they were watching today--one of those old Dolores De Wynter romantic comedies,
> "Miss Net.ropolis"–and went on for a bit about her various trysts with famous
> lesbians and experiments with gender.
eeeeeeee cute :D Oh, I see the Ultra-Humanite reference there.
> And naturally, they thought of Maria. They felt something they'd been
> feeling for a while now–a deep frustration and an absolute, desperate need, the
> absence of her hand on their skin.
Awwwwww. :>
> Masterplan Lad felt someone tap them on the shoulder. They turned around and saw
> a familiar figure in a familiar trenchcoat. "Hi," said Maria.
>
> "What? How did you--"
>
> "We're both magicians, babe. And I sealed a narrative connection between
> us–remember?"
:3 <3 <3 <3
> "So ah, what have you been up to?"
>
> "Oh, roaming about the Earth and walking up and down on it.
What a fucking trenchcoater answer. X>
> "Well, I've been recovering after what we went through. At some point I'll have
> to help sort out the post-cascade canon, but right now I'm supposed to rest as
> much as possible. Ninja's orders.
Heeheehee. X>
> "I've been calling myself Dee. For the moment, anyway."
>
> "Dee, huh? So, like, John Dee?"
>
> "Not particularly, no. I hadn't thought of that. That whole ceremonial magick
> tradition–that's not really who I am. It's too rigid, appropriative, and
> convoluted. And when something's too convoluted for me..."
X3 Legit.
> "So you're more of a chaos magician, then?"
>
> "Well, I think the understanding of our storytelling universe naturally tends to
> something like chaos magick–thinking of magic as a narrative function. But even
> chaos magic strikes me as too programmatic much of the time."
Mmmmmm, big mood.
> "Right! So you're a trenchcoater, then." Maria hooked her arm around theirs.
> "Systems and received traditions are bullshit. They always disappoint us. We
> understand this. That's the trenchcoater way."
>
> "Hmm. I do see much that appeals to me in that, but... It's not a system of
> rules, but it is a set outlook, and I'm not sure it's mine. I'm not sure any of
> the ones I'm familiar with are."
I'm really vibing with all these feels. X>
> "I'm sure. I will say, it's very stressful to not fully understand all that. And
> not know what my name is."
>
> "Yeah, but it's also kind of cool? A lot of magic revolves around names. The
> Name Eater of the Seventh Abyss of Kelorak can't get you if you don't have a
> name in the first place."
>
> "Ah, there's another thing I didn't know I had to feel anxiety about," said
> Masterplan Lad.
X3 Also an extremely them thing to say.
> I gotta initiate you further. This isn't a sex
> thing. Not *yet*." She winked conspicuously.
:3
> "Well tarot is great. It's like, not useful for offensive magic but it's good
> for figuring the world and yourself out.
You know what would be good for both, a tarot deck made out of Magic: The
Gathering cards.
> Being good at tarot is the reason I'm
> not an even bigger disaster than I am. C'mere."
X3
> Grabbing ahold of their hand, she pulled them through the door of a nearby
> shop–the Promethea Spiritual Supply Shop.
Ah yes. n.n
> The scent of the air was heavy with cheap incense. At the deck was a middle-aged
> white woman with a lot of rings wrapped in a sparkly green shawl. There were all
> kinds of vaguely spiritual knicknacks, gewgaws and trinkets on the walls and
> shelves, from rune stones to rings to crystals. MPL grimaced to see a rack of
> dreamcatchers.
Well, that's familiar.
> They took
> out and examined the JONG! Tarot, based on Arthur Spitzer's acclaimed series,
> with images of iconic characters such as Plum Master and Dumpster-TRON.
Oh my god I want that so bad. X>
> It was the old familiar Rider-Waite-Smith Deck, the main one
> their Writer used, as that was the one Rachel Pollack had used as a baseline in
> her books. While tempted by the Dvandom Force tarot, they took the RWS out of
> the carousel.
Awwwww. :> (I want the Dvandom Force tarot too, of course.)
>
> "OK," said Maria. "Now the next step is..." She leaned in to whisper them,
> putting her hand on their shoulder. "We steal it."
>
> "What?"
>
> "Yeah, there's a custom that you can't buy your first tarot deck. It has to be
> given or stolen. I mean, it doesn't *have* to be that way, but it's cooler and
> therefore more dramatic and therefore gives your magic that little bit of edge."
Gaddangit Maria. X>
> "You're an LNHer, right? And you have mega scrupulosity even for a net.hero. So
> that's why *I'm* gonna steal it."
Well, fair
> There was an ear-splitting scream like a banshee's.
>
> In the real world, someone who ran a kitschy spiritual supply shop would not
> actually have the magic powers to attack anyone who stole from them. But this
> was the Looniverse, and therefore...
X3 YEAH LEGIT
> "Thief!" said the woman at the desk. She raised up her rings, which emitted a
> red light that looked like tinted filmstrip. "By the Neon Noodles of Net.torak!"
XD
> "And here I was thinking we'd get through the whole issue without a fight
> scene," said Masterplan Lad.
It's all part of the fun. n.n
> Masterplan Lad looked about desperately for some kind of talisman or artifact
> they could use but amid this heap of commodified signifiers stripped of
> meaning–which is what magic is–there was nothing.
Mmmmmmm. x-x
> Before the Neon Noodles of Net.torak had hit,
> Masterplan Lad felt lines of force wrap around their body, pressing into them.
>
> They had to admit it felt good.
eeeeeeeeeheehehehe :3
> "Ah, so you've counteracted her binding spell by using your own on me first. I
> imagine–ngh!–you've put a lot of thought into constructing this spell."
>
> "Oh, I have." Maria cackled.
X3
> "Do you think you can escape me?" said the shopkeeper. "Now I will summon a
> demon! Behold!" She raised her rings, which began to grow in a green light.
>
> All the talismans in the Spiritual Supply Shop shook. The foundations began to
> quiver.
>
> The shopkeeper looked around nervously. She knew that she'd made a terrible
> mistake but it was too late to back away.
Oh I know what this is gonna be
> At the center of the crater that was once a spiritual supply shop was something
> that might have once been a man. Crosshatched with bulging muscles, he exuded
> Liefedity. This was none other than the LNH's old foe, the Robgoblin, now
> demonically re-powered by the Power Liefeld!
>
> "Oh no," said Masterplan Lad. "I didn't think we were going to address this plot
> that quickly..." [See System Corruptors #37]
Good job! >:D
> "No! Fight NOW" shouted Robgoblin. "ROBBLE ROBBLE ROBBLE!" He sent a wicked
> burst of energy from his axe, causing more destruction.
XD XD XD omfg <3
> "No," said Masterplan Lad. "This moment feels... significant somehow. I think I
> have to face him..."
:D
> A faint glow of light had begun to surround Masterplan Lad. They felt the panic
> give way to to a giddy sense of potential. "Hold on. I think I can feel
> another... major dramatic shift about to happen, in who and what I am. I... I
> think you can draw it out."
>
> "I can feel it too," said Maria. "There's power building inside you. I gotta
> warn you... it's going to hurt."
>
> "Then let it," said Masterplan Lad.
HELL YEAH :D YOU GOT THE TOUCH
> Masterplan Lad felt a sharp pain in their shoulder blades.
>
> Their bones cracked and shifted, their flesh split. Their clothes and reality as
> a whole shifted around them. From behind them they could see a great light.
>
> Their body was filled up by pain, but in Maria's hands it didn't feel so bad.
eeeeeeeeee ;-; :D <3
> They stood up and stretched out their two bright silver wings.
:D :D :D
> "I... ah. Hmm," said Masterplan Lad.
>
> "What????" said Robgoblin. "An angel? Who's not a hot girl like Avengelyne?
> Blasphemy!" He shouted.
>
> "I mean, some people might disagree with the not a hot girl part," said Maria.
YEAH >:D
> They
> could sense the flow of Drama around them in a much more immediate, visceral
> way. They knew their initial intuition was right–it wasn't time for this
> storyline to be resolved. This was one of those times when putting things off
> just might be the right answer.
That's the spirit!
> "I'll bet," said Maria. "But this actually is a lot better. Now you don't have
> to worry about your umbrella being stolen by the Terrible Ones or some shit."
X>
> "Aww. That's it for our date, huh?"
>
> "...we were on a date?"
*Extremely* sapphic.
> "Wait! I had a thought about teh name thing. Hear me out–Denys, with a y. Which
> is a form of Dionysus, as in Pseudo-Dionysus the Areopagite, the author of On
> the Angelic Hierarchy. That seems on theme now. It fits the cadence of your
> name, it makes the 'Deus Ex Machina' pun work, and it's kinda halfway between
> 'Dennis' and 'Denise' so it's a good genderqueer-y name."
Oooooooh, nice nice.
> "Hmm... interesting. It also connects my name to Bacchus, I note, who some call
> the founder of trenchcoatry. But what if it doesn't work out?"
>
> "Then you can just change it again.."
:3
> And somewhere in an abandoned apartment building, a figure paced. A figure who
> happened to be made of conglomerated snail mail.
>
> The Letterhack had been planning its revenge for a very, very long time now.
> It'd been five years since the first issue was posted, for god's sake!
:D YESSSSSS <3
> The Letterhack heard footsteps and turned around. A couple of very
> greasy-looking men in suits had walked into the building, who seemed charged
> with an arcane power. There were wands in their pockets, and they definitely
> didn't look happy to see it.
>
> They were hit wizards from the Wizard Mafia.
omg :D Tying it together.
> That was good. Mafia plots were
> serious, realistic, important. The fact they had their wands pointed at it was
> less good.
X3
> "Ah, but I am no ordinary mobster, my friend," said the ruff guy. "I am Edward
> De Vere, Earl of Oxford, author under various pseudonyms of such renowned
> literary works as Hamlet, Moby Dick, and The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl.
YESSSSSS :D :D :D
> And
> thusly shall I, like the son of Atreus, avenge the most foul and unnatural
> wrongs done unto me!"
>
> "Who was that?" said the Letterhack. "Is that from Dune?"
>
> "Ah, my friend, I shall give you a literary education yet... As well as an
> education in what I in one of my most exquisite essays once called the simple
> art of murder..."
X3
> NEXT: The Manga Girl Revenge Squad!
:D YEAH!!!
> And now we know what MPL's deal is right now, to the extent that they themself
> do. This was a plot development I thought up... jesus christ almost ten years
> ago, back when I was watching that terrible but weirdly fun CW Constantine series.
Oooooo, neat.
> While I couldn't fit it into this issue, they do have the ability to "fold"
> their wings into extradimensional space which makes it easier to get through
> doors and such. (Which is why they're not visible in Leadership Cry.sig #8).
:D
> I really have no idea when Robgoblin will show up again. Is he going to come
> back in Leadership Cry.sig? That cascade already has a ton of plot elements, but
> you know how cascades are...
indeed. X> I guess he's out there floating, waiting to be brought in...
Drew "delightful" Nilium
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