#moloch von zinzer

[your-fave-is-forklift-certified]

Moloch Von Zinzer from Girl Genius is Forklift Certified!

[leletha-jann]

Welcome back, Moloch von Zinzer!

We have missed you...

...but the universe has better aim (nyuk nyuk nyuk.) >:D

[chaos-has-theories]

For the record, I believe this is the last time we have seen Moloch in the comic:

But in the novelisation, he's actually at the Red Cathedral before the ceremony:

She smiled in delight. “You’re alive! You made it out!” She spoke to the open air, “Thank you, Castle.” A nearby gargoyle harrumphed. “He earned it.” Moloch was pleasantly surprised at this, but had his piece and was determined to say it. “So we’re square? The Castle is fixed and you’re queen. Good luck with that.” Agatha nodded. Moloch took a deep breath. “Then I’m out of here. Just wanted to let you know.” Agatha considered this and turned to Van. Moloch braced himself. “Herr von Mekkhan, please see to it that Herr von Zinzer has new clothes, a good horse, and the equivalent of a year’s salary as befitting my chief minion.” Moloch gawped. “You’re . . . you’re not going to force me to stay?” Agatha smiled. “That is not how one treats one’s friends.” She extended a hand, and the two of them shook. “Despite everything, you’ve proved yourself a very good friend indeed.

Literally nobody is happy about the Chief minion leaving, so Van convinces him to at least stay the night:

During this timeless moment of revelation Vanamonde took his cue and stepped up. “Forgive me, Herr von Zinzer. But could you stand to stay here in town at least until tomorrow?” He gestured about. “It will take us until then to get you everything the Lady Heterodyne stipulated. We’ll put you up, of course, in one of the finest remaining hotels.” Moloch frowned and glanced down to see Violetta looking up at him—hope shining from her eyes. “You could . . . you could dance with me at the party,” she whispered. Moloch smiled back. “That would be nice.”

Which means that while Agatha was doing fun blood rituals in the cathedral, and getting kidnapped, Moloch headed to Bellytimber Square for the first day of his retirement.

Which lasted... about five minutes. Maybe thirty. What a guy.

[blueberrybananasmoothie]

RE: Friday's comic

I hadn't anticipated Moloch doing that, but honestly I should have.

[joyride-time]

A Softer World 599 fanedit.

[avdmai]

a short & sweet Moloch von Zinzer playlist for your listening pleasure

[girl-genius-comic-tourney]

Round 2

[aelloposchrysopterus]

In another motivation/way to incentivize myself to research tunnels, I am posting some of my other current mutli-chapter GG fic: The Spark's Guide to Structural Engineering

Chapter 1: In Which the Siblings Meet

I had started to become lonely. Sure, I had friends around, but Moloch had long ago wised up to my sense of humor and stopped me from having fun with anyone. And sure, I could have had fun with the visitors, but I hadn’t had, well, any in quite some time. I was left alone, in the same vein as an unattended child at a railway station is left alone. I was waiting for somebodies to come back, and those somebodies sure thought they were my parents or grandparents or older responsible relatives. But here’s the catch: I never had parents or any relations. I’ve always been looking for people to play with, not to raise me.

Admittedly, my sense of humor is a bit juvenile. I am a big fan of practical jokes. There is nothing wrong with that until, well, you do it every day for years. Even I was starting to get bored of the trip wires and locking people inside rooms. But unfortunately, my talents have never translated over into another form. Practical jokes are all I can do, and with Moloch’s decree, I was left alone and, frankly, bored.

I had had a playmate once. With her, life had never been boring: she would play with me whenever I wanted. We had the kind of games that would go down in history, the kind that I will never be able to forget. Those games had often ended with somebody yelling at us about letting the squid out, or something about my favorite toys getting loose, or something about safety hazards. But she had left too, along with those who I call my parents. I had not seen her in a long time.

I was trying to gain some little amusement from playing with my toys when I suddenly felt something shift in the air. A visitor. In my domain. I must ready myself for the games to come. I quickly made sure my eyes were focused on this mysterious visitor. It appeared to be a young lady, likely around eighteen. Old enough to not come here without a reason. She had dark red hair, much like Papa’s, and glasses, similar to those of Mom, and wore an outfit that reminded me of Dad’s. There was something special about her.

“Hello?” She called out.

A little dingbot rolled out of hiding, bearing a placard that read Please proceed to the Exam Room.

“Um,” she said. “Where is that? And what exam?”

The dingbot flipped its placard. Follow me. Your questions will be answered… if you don’t die.

“How reassuring,” she said. But she followed the dingbot anyhow, chattering away as she walked. “I don’t know if there’s anybody listening, but I might as well keep myself company.” She artfully leaped over a landmine hidden in a staircase. “I don’t know why I’m here, not really.” She ducked a swinging axe like it was second nature when she turned a corner. “My mothers just told me to come to Mechanicsburg.” She narrowly avoided a spider ready to cocoon her as it dropped from the ceiling. “And then I met that von Mekkhan guy and he dragged me here. He didn’t say much of anything about why I had to come here and alone.”

She was dodging all my playthings with ease. It was almost instinctual. Heterodyne? She kept babbling about this and that, how at the University of Paris she’d nearly gotten expelled due to her propensity for explosives-making, how she had nearly been assassinated as a baby, how her mothers had spent all of her childhood trying to stop her from singing. She was anxious, that much was clear, spurting nonsense about how this exam better not involve mechanical engineering because she’d never understood how to make things move right. Poor child. She truly was young and unprepared for either failure or success.

The doors to the Exam Room swung open and she gingerly stepped her foot forwards. She immediately slipped on the giant mound of skulls, rolling and sliding down the heap to land at the foot of a clank. In other days, with other candidates, I would have laughed. But I felt a kinship with this young woman and did not laugh.

She seemed to register the gravity of the situation quickly. “Am I going to die?” She screamed this at the clank, at the walls, at the dingbot, anything conceivably withing earshot. “Am I going to die?”

The clank unfolded itself to reveal its true seven-ton glory with its sharp teeth. It raised its head, then dramatically lowered it to face the candidate. “That depends on if you pass or if you fail.” It grinned uncannily. I was, for the first time, perturbed by it. I had seen this a million times before. I knew the story behind each and every skull on that heap. I had some control over it. Yet this time, I worried for the young woman. I must be going soft. “Give me your arm.”

“What?” She frantically tried to scurry backwards up the skull pile. She was unsuccessful, sliding down each time she got a foot up.

The clank menaced its way towards her. She froze as it took her arm in its jaw and bit her, and then she let out one of the most pitiful wails of anguish that I had ever heard. I could feel the clank processing the data. Within seconds, I knew what it had tasted. One-third Wulfenbach. One-third Sturmvoraus. One-third Heterodyne. The new mistress is here.

“Welcome home, sister,” I said.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she screamed, and then fainted.

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[leletha-jann]

Moloch does not remember signing up for this! (Tough.)

Unfortunately my circus unfortunately my monkeys.

[leletha-jann]

In honor of Moloch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrJ6_GAprFE

Absolute Moloch energy for sure. Love it. He wishes he ever got a whole Saturday morning without having to do anything. Aaaaaaand that's pretty much how his Saturday night would go.

(I tried way too hard to read the newspaper article.)

[mapswithoutwyoming]

It's a good week to be a Moloch Von Zinzer appreciator, which is something I haven't been able to say very frequently for the past decade or so.

[elf-kid2]

Girl Genius AU.

So, after Agatha is mugged and loses her locket, events happen slightly differently, and she is successfully sent home before the Baron sees her.

The wasp-engine is discovered, Wulfenbach takes over the town, and Adam and Lilith successfully spirit themselves and Agatha away under cover of night.

(Moloch Von Zinzer is around somewhere, and vengeful on behalf of his brother who was killed by a sparky Trilobite Locket, but that's not terribly important right now.)

So! About a week and some explanations later, Agatha, Adam, and Lilith Clay are traveling through the Wastelands when a dashing you g Madboy falls out of the sky in his amazing falling machine!

Agatha, breaking through, likes the chance to poke at the machine! Adam and Lilith are suspicious about the Wulfenbach sigils all over "Gil Hoffstetter's" flying machine, and are reluctant to let him leave.

Then some Jaegers show up, with orders to bring him home! And things go from there!

[big-ass-magnet]

And the winner, with literally fifty percent of the vote all to herself,

Agatha!

After everything she's been through, let that girl drop an f-bomb!

Second place is

Boris!

He is so very tired, ladies and gentlemen!

Special mention goes to Moloch von Zinzer, whose omission was an oversight on my part. That man deserves to be allowed to say Fuck!

[girl-genius-comic-tourney]

Round 1

[aelloposchrysopterus]

The time has come for the shameless self-promotion that is posting a link to my (first) Girl Genius fanfic:

It features Der Kestle, a Heterodyne OC, and a lot of trilobites.