Here Be Voodoo

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There is a lot, WAY too lot, things happening in this first panel.

Deafpot is Peepers and Talkative other ‘sister’ and is, as its name imply, deaf as a pot, which mean it can’t always manage it’s voice volume.

Oh, and one other detail, Peepers, Talkative and Deafpot were inspired by the Three wise Monkeys… You know. Them.

Guess which is which. You have three try for each.

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Teddy’s pocket is bottomless, indeed. He can put anything in it, as long it can pass the opening and is not alive.
A sojourn in the endless void tend to make the living a tiny bit bonkers.
And I admit, I’m a big fan of the dolls’ running commentary of the situation.

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In case it’s barely noticeable: they are brothers.

(And yup, that’s one of Guilemma’s scalpel. Teddy sense of propriety is a bit stretched.)

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What a pighead…
And you’d notice that despite the flaming morsels, he is still standing

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I wanted to put a link toward the Wizard of Oz song: Ding dong, the witch is dead, but I’ve been told that my gallows humor was NOT de-dramatizing the situation.

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Yes, Teddy has thread and needles in there too. In fact, before he left for the Pit, Doc Patch filled his pocket with all the tools he could ever need. Doc was not going to let its « son » go without the maximum possible precautions.

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Eshu’s fans, rejoice ! He is… errr, better?

And I solemnly swore to never ever make a character design cool but hard to draw.
Baby Mojo is a NIGHTMARE to draw.

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Well, I’ve been serious for ten pages, that’s my limit, I can’t last longer.

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Mama Brigit is her husband moral compass.

He has trouble following human’s morality, it change a bit too fast from an immortal point of view.

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Look, about the clikety clakity bones, I really hesitated with adding the sound effect thinking it was creepy but…

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound I guess.

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This is the before the last pages of the chapter.

That was the very moment I realized I was reaching the end.

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There it is.

This is the end of the chapter and the main story… I have to admit, the first time I uploaded this page was a big moment…. and a very small one.

Here be Voodoo took over my brain space for eight years, I had a weekly well oiled habit of writing/ thumb-nailing/sketching/cleaning/inking/traming/finishing/uploading and to think it was just going to stop was… depressing.

and at the same time, uploading the last page was just another step, let’s get to the next one !

(Yes, there is a lot of reasons I study art, but one of them is I’m not good at anything else, writing included.)

But, the story is not quite done !

See you next Monday for the beginning of the 10 pages epilogue: Burying the dead!

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I don’t quite remember what was the age difference between Naima and Sadiah, but no more than five or six years.
Still, Sadiah was eight or nine when she decided to dedicate her’s life to change things.

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Meanwhile, in the Land of the dead…
Let’s just said that for Marassa, it’s ain’t the fun fair.

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You know, it’s only there I realized Sunday has the same hairstyle than her uncle and father…

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Fun game ! How to distinguish half-loa twins with perfectly identical faces?
SimplE: Eshu has an heart sew on his chest and his hands are still burned, but the Witcher has his heart burned and the trace of his tears on his cheeks.

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They both have an unholy temper, they had a 200 years long spat, they were in opposite moral camp…
And yet, they still are two half of the same being.

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And this is the and of the end.
Their story is really finished now for them.
And for me .
It was an 8 years and a half long adventure in webcomics creation and I learned a lot during this time.
[s]First thing was: Never start webcomics with an epic story.[/s]
Thank you for reading and I ‘ll see you on Monday with the very short story : Father’s day