- Location
- Mountains and rivers
Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Tunisia
You are killing me Shade! I'm dying Ahahaha
Chapter Twenty-Four (Ranma 1/2)
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Chapter Twenty-Four (Ranma 1/2)
I watched Rito's facial expression go through a plethora of options before I decided to simply shake my head and give him a pat on his right shoulder. "Just kidding," I said calmly. "You shouldn't think everything in terms of aliens," I added. "You're a Planeswalker, a one in a millionth chance of a millionth, a unique existence that cannot be procreated, recreated or modified. You are Yuuki Rito, Planeswalker, and in the vast infinity of the Blind Eternities, you are the sole unique existence that can have that name." I grinned. "You're special, Rito, but not so special as to be a son of mine."
I laughed and then walked away from him, moving a hand to let the curtains slide away and let the light of the sun cast itself within the large office. The slithering forms with triangular crested faces and a lonely sharp talon on the right side of their bodies squirmed from their spots by the curtains' sides, their mouths delicately holding on to the cloth as if it were an egg they couldn't crack.
"They are my children," I said as the Slivers squirmed and disappeared back into my flesh, leaving behind not even a ripple of their passage. "My brothers, a part of me," I acquiesced. "A Planeswalker is, aptly put, a God," I began to float, and crossed my legs as I came to a halt at his eye-level, not really wanting to look down at him. "No laws apply. None that we do not wish to, of course, or that a stronger Planeswalker demands be maintained." I snapped my fingers, and a sandwich appeared out of thin air. "Materialization. Creation from nothingness...well, not really nothingness. Nothingness has a name, and its name is Blind Eternities."
Rito took a deep breath, "Then...how are we chosen?" he asked next. "What makes...a Planeswalker...one?"
I shrugged. "Who knows?" I tapped my chin, "Perhaps the amusement of a higher still race beyond our comprehension? Perhaps cosmic fucking bad luck? Perhaps the entity known as God to every single living being? I do not know, and while I did waste hundred of years trying to find out, I decided that in the end whatever reason there was didn't matter. You are a Planeswalker, so live with it."
Rito sighed, and as the sound of the bell echoed around us, I chuckled. "You're late for your first lesson," I said dryly as Rito's eyes widened. "Off you go. Two floors down, classroom's the first on the right."
Rito rushed off with hardly a goodbye, his student's ingrained behavior to reach for the class faster than a speeding bullet, ignoring everything else along his path. One of my Slivers took in the scene, transmitting it telepathically to me in turn as he stumbled down the stairs, executed a flawless back flip in mid-air, and landed face first in-between the legs of one shocked Nabiki Tendo, who was in turn late for class too.
With an unfazed expression, I watched Rito fly through the air from a punch, and end up breaking through his assigned classroom, landing in a heap of twitching flesh right by the teacher's desk.
"Uhm..." the teacher was an old and bald man with a pair of thick glasses, who nodded half-heartedly before gesturing to him for the rest of the class to see. "This here...is our new transfer student."
"H...Hello," Rito said as he slowly got back up, dusting himself off and exhaling loudly. He grabbed a piece of chalk from the chalkboard and began to scribble his name on it. "My name is Yuuki Rito," he said as he finished writing his name before turning to bow lightly to the class. "I hope we can get along." And with that said, he was told to take the free seat in the classroom aptly prepared for him.
"Yoh man!" Ranma said from the far end of the classroom. I had just so coincidentally ensured that the seat next to him would be free, and so it was that Yuuki Rito ended up sitting right next to Ranma Saotome. An absolute coincidence, definitely.
Rito did take his lesson seriously. Perhaps it was the fact that during lesson hours, he couldn't slip and cause a commotion of sorts. Still, as Rito took dutiful notes, the Sliver net pinged at me, the location of specific individuals worldwide reaching me. Timetables began to build themselves one after the other, and as I acknowledged the position of each of the key characters, I hummed and folded my fingers together as I rested my elbows on the surface of my desk, a smirk gracing my lips as my glasses took on a dark tint.
As a white cup with the Nerv logo appeared atop my desk, a small black beard formed over my chin.
"The scenario is moving as expected," I remarked to no one in particular, my mind crossing the boundaries of the world itself as I saw through the eyes of an invisible Sliver the running of one Shampoo through the rural countryside of Tokyo, headed for Nerima itself by foot. She was coming to kill female Ranma after all, but there was a simple problem that would throw a wrench in her plans.
She was only sixteen years old.
This meant that she had to go to school, Chinese or not, and as the headmaster...
Of course, I couldn't force her. It would mean defeating her and then I'd end up having to deal with that silly kiss of love once more. I could, however, let events unfold with the newly added Rito variable, and see what happened from there. I would cast the pebble that would cause the avalanche, and then watch as the pebble birthed an all new side of the mountain, perhaps one I had never seen before.
The moment the bell rang and a small pause settled itself between the change of the professors, Rito was assaulted by the students in the classroom. They were all curious to find out more about the transfer student and his hobbies, and as he enjoyed a relatively normal break, the lessons resumed soon after. Meanwhile, I ended up glancing at the hundred or so papers that the ex-Principal should have dealt with, and then sighed.
"Carl," I said dreadfully, one of my shoulders suddenly sprouting eyes as a Sliver Prime emerged from it, a massive brain hanging behind his head. "Accounting awaits you."
The Sliver nodded, resolutely showing a happy glint in his eyes as thousands of squirming tentacles dipped in ink or lifted papers up, swiftly beginning to scribble down flawlessly accurate numbers or procedures. He was done within minutes, leaving the years of paperwork caught up, and allowing me absolute freedom from all forms of responsibilities within the school if not for the once a month conference with the teachers.
I couldn't use Carl for that though.
"Thank you, Carl," I said gently as the Sliver preened under my thanks and wriggled back and forth, happily tweeting in a skittering and clacking tone his happiness. I could feel and sense his euphoria, and as he returned within my flesh, I walked out of the office, and began to explore the school.
Well, not really the school, as much as the location of a specific entity within the school.
"Toramasa Kobayakawa?" I asked as the old man with a pair of thick, grey mustaches saw me enter his dingy makeshift shop in the old abandoned area of the school. He blinked as he looked up at me, his surprised expression changing abruptly into one of acknowledgment.
"A customer," he said. "You don't look like a student."
"Because I'm not one," I answered offhandedly. I extended a hand in his direction. "The Tanuki doll, if you'd please."
"Sure, sure, just a moment." his body moved automatically, heading off to the back of the store and returning only a few minutes later with the object in question, a stuffed doll of a Tanuki. I grabbed it from him and in a split-second, all of the old notebooks he had in his store disappeared under my command, ending up moved back up in my headmaster's office. I left quietly, readjusting his stock to prime conditions and fixing the hallway and the decrepit-like side of the building itself. The pettiness of the Principal notwithstanding, if he didn't restock and kept the stuff getting older, I wouldn't give him a second chance.
My school would follow my rules.
As I stepped back into my office with the Tanuki doll, hot tea had already been poured as if by magic upon the various notebooks, but only one actually had words appear on it. It flew straight into my open hand, the rest of the books disintegrating into ashes. Differently from Akane, that actually read the song to summon the ghost, I pulled her out of the Aether and stuffed her soul into a body, much to her visible shock.
"Good day, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, handing her the stuffed tanuki doll and her old notebook, no longer soggy with tea. The long-haired dark-brown girl had the most pleasant of shocked faces on her, her hands clutching on to the proffered doll with quite the intensity. "You are late for school."
"A-Ah..." she mouthed, "But-" she looked around, she looked down at her flesh and pinched it, "But-But I was...I died."
"My school has rules, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Death is no excuse for tardiness! All students shall have their education! Now, since you look a bit pale, I'll let you head back home for today, but tomorrow, I want you to come to school. Understood? No excuses!"
Miss Musashi looked at me, and then at her doll. Her memories slowly morphed and altered, her death wiped out of her mind just as her parents' relocation away from the city. In a matter of seconds, a death, the events that had changed due to her death, and the memories and recollections of everyone else...changed. Just like that, what had mere minutes ago been the ghost of a young girl was now a living, breathing young girl who had been at fault for having come late to class.
"I'm sorry, sir," she muttered, her expression ashamed as she clutched on to her doll. "It won't happen again..."
"Just go home, kid," I said with a scoff, shooing her off.
And off she went.
I yawned, and then took my seat as the headmaster of the school once more. In this world of mad men, he who out-maddened them all became King. "Carl? How many?"
Carl emitted some brief chatter from my shoulder, and then grew silent.
I sighed, and said nothing more.
Forty-nine thousand, eight hundred thirty-six times I had brought that young girl back to life.
And it felt no different than a yawn. A very boring yawn.
I watched Rito's facial expression go through a plethora of options before I decided to simply shake my head and give him a pat on his right shoulder. "Just kidding," I said calmly. "You shouldn't think everything in terms of aliens," I added. "You're a Planeswalker, a one in a millionth chance of a millionth, a unique existence that cannot be procreated, recreated or modified. You are Yuuki Rito, Planeswalker, and in the vast infinity of the Blind Eternities, you are the sole unique existence that can have that name." I grinned. "You're special, Rito, but not so special as to be a son of mine."
I laughed and then walked away from him, moving a hand to let the curtains slide away and let the light of the sun cast itself within the large office. The slithering forms with triangular crested faces and a lonely sharp talon on the right side of their bodies squirmed from their spots by the curtains' sides, their mouths delicately holding on to the cloth as if it were an egg they couldn't crack.
"They are my children," I said as the Slivers squirmed and disappeared back into my flesh, leaving behind not even a ripple of their passage. "My brothers, a part of me," I acquiesced. "A Planeswalker is, aptly put, a God," I began to float, and crossed my legs as I came to a halt at his eye-level, not really wanting to look down at him. "No laws apply. None that we do not wish to, of course, or that a stronger Planeswalker demands be maintained." I snapped my fingers, and a sandwich appeared out of thin air. "Materialization. Creation from nothingness...well, not really nothingness. Nothingness has a name, and its name is Blind Eternities."
Rito took a deep breath, "Then...how are we chosen?" he asked next. "What makes...a Planeswalker...one?"
I shrugged. "Who knows?" I tapped my chin, "Perhaps the amusement of a higher still race beyond our comprehension? Perhaps cosmic fucking bad luck? Perhaps the entity known as God to every single living being? I do not know, and while I did waste hundred of years trying to find out, I decided that in the end whatever reason there was didn't matter. You are a Planeswalker, so live with it."
Rito sighed, and as the sound of the bell echoed around us, I chuckled. "You're late for your first lesson," I said dryly as Rito's eyes widened. "Off you go. Two floors down, classroom's the first on the right."
Rito rushed off with hardly a goodbye, his student's ingrained behavior to reach for the class faster than a speeding bullet, ignoring everything else along his path. One of my Slivers took in the scene, transmitting it telepathically to me in turn as he stumbled down the stairs, executed a flawless back flip in mid-air, and landed face first in-between the legs of one shocked Nabiki Tendo, who was in turn late for class too.
With an unfazed expression, I watched Rito fly through the air from a punch, and end up breaking through his assigned classroom, landing in a heap of twitching flesh right by the teacher's desk.
"Uhm..." the teacher was an old and bald man with a pair of thick glasses, who nodded half-heartedly before gesturing to him for the rest of the class to see. "This here...is our new transfer student."
"H...Hello," Rito said as he slowly got back up, dusting himself off and exhaling loudly. He grabbed a piece of chalk from the chalkboard and began to scribble his name on it. "My name is Yuuki Rito," he said as he finished writing his name before turning to bow lightly to the class. "I hope we can get along." And with that said, he was told to take the free seat in the classroom aptly prepared for him.
"Yoh man!" Ranma said from the far end of the classroom. I had just so coincidentally ensured that the seat next to him would be free, and so it was that Yuuki Rito ended up sitting right next to Ranma Saotome. An absolute coincidence, definitely.
Rito did take his lesson seriously. Perhaps it was the fact that during lesson hours, he couldn't slip and cause a commotion of sorts. Still, as Rito took dutiful notes, the Sliver net pinged at me, the location of specific individuals worldwide reaching me. Timetables began to build themselves one after the other, and as I acknowledged the position of each of the key characters, I hummed and folded my fingers together as I rested my elbows on the surface of my desk, a smirk gracing my lips as my glasses took on a dark tint.
As a white cup with the Nerv logo appeared atop my desk, a small black beard formed over my chin.
"The scenario is moving as expected," I remarked to no one in particular, my mind crossing the boundaries of the world itself as I saw through the eyes of an invisible Sliver the running of one Shampoo through the rural countryside of Tokyo, headed for Nerima itself by foot. She was coming to kill female Ranma after all, but there was a simple problem that would throw a wrench in her plans.
She was only sixteen years old.
This meant that she had to go to school, Chinese or not, and as the headmaster...
Of course, I couldn't force her. It would mean defeating her and then I'd end up having to deal with that silly kiss of love once more. I could, however, let events unfold with the newly added Rito variable, and see what happened from there. I would cast the pebble that would cause the avalanche, and then watch as the pebble birthed an all new side of the mountain, perhaps one I had never seen before.
The moment the bell rang and a small pause settled itself between the change of the professors, Rito was assaulted by the students in the classroom. They were all curious to find out more about the transfer student and his hobbies, and as he enjoyed a relatively normal break, the lessons resumed soon after. Meanwhile, I ended up glancing at the hundred or so papers that the ex-Principal should have dealt with, and then sighed.
"Carl," I said dreadfully, one of my shoulders suddenly sprouting eyes as a Sliver Prime emerged from it, a massive brain hanging behind his head. "Accounting awaits you."
The Sliver nodded, resolutely showing a happy glint in his eyes as thousands of squirming tentacles dipped in ink or lifted papers up, swiftly beginning to scribble down flawlessly accurate numbers or procedures. He was done within minutes, leaving the years of paperwork caught up, and allowing me absolute freedom from all forms of responsibilities within the school if not for the once a month conference with the teachers.
I couldn't use Carl for that though.
"Thank you, Carl," I said gently as the Sliver preened under my thanks and wriggled back and forth, happily tweeting in a skittering and clacking tone his happiness. I could feel and sense his euphoria, and as he returned within my flesh, I walked out of the office, and began to explore the school.
Well, not really the school, as much as the location of a specific entity within the school.
"Toramasa Kobayakawa?" I asked as the old man with a pair of thick, grey mustaches saw me enter his dingy makeshift shop in the old abandoned area of the school. He blinked as he looked up at me, his surprised expression changing abruptly into one of acknowledgment.
"A customer," he said. "You don't look like a student."
"Because I'm not one," I answered offhandedly. I extended a hand in his direction. "The Tanuki doll, if you'd please."
"Sure, sure, just a moment." his body moved automatically, heading off to the back of the store and returning only a few minutes later with the object in question, a stuffed doll of a Tanuki. I grabbed it from him and in a split-second, all of the old notebooks he had in his store disappeared under my command, ending up moved back up in my headmaster's office. I left quietly, readjusting his stock to prime conditions and fixing the hallway and the decrepit-like side of the building itself. The pettiness of the Principal notwithstanding, if he didn't restock and kept the stuff getting older, I wouldn't give him a second chance.
My school would follow my rules.
As I stepped back into my office with the Tanuki doll, hot tea had already been poured as if by magic upon the various notebooks, but only one actually had words appear on it. It flew straight into my open hand, the rest of the books disintegrating into ashes. Differently from Akane, that actually read the song to summon the ghost, I pulled her out of the Aether and stuffed her soul into a body, much to her visible shock.
"Good day, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, handing her the stuffed tanuki doll and her old notebook, no longer soggy with tea. The long-haired dark-brown girl had the most pleasant of shocked faces on her, her hands clutching on to the proffered doll with quite the intensity. "You are late for school."
"A-Ah..." she mouthed, "But-" she looked around, she looked down at her flesh and pinched it, "But-But I was...I died."
"My school has rules, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Death is no excuse for tardiness! All students shall have their education! Now, since you look a bit pale, I'll let you head back home for today, but tomorrow, I want you to come to school. Understood? No excuses!"
Miss Musashi looked at me, and then at her doll. Her memories slowly morphed and altered, her death wiped out of her mind just as her parents' relocation away from the city. In a matter of seconds, a death, the events that had changed due to her death, and the memories and recollections of everyone else...changed. Just like that, what had mere minutes ago been the ghost of a young girl was now a living, breathing young girl who had been at fault for having come late to class.
"I'm sorry, sir," she muttered, her expression ashamed as she clutched on to her doll. "It won't happen again..."
"Just go home, kid," I said with a scoff, shooing her off.
And off she went.
I yawned, and then took my seat as the headmaster of the school once more. In this world of mad men, he who out-maddened them all became King. "Carl? How many?"
Carl emitted some brief chatter from my shoulder, and then grew silent.
I sighed, and said nothing more.
Forty-nine thousand, eight hundred thirty-six times I had brought that young girl back to life.
And it felt no different than a yawn. A very boring yawn.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
well, you might as well while you were there. like a hobby, or a routine. every time you go to the ranmaverse you just revive her out of hand. no skin off your bones.
- Location
- Elsewhere
Looks like someone needs to practice Mindfulness as Medicine.
Embrace and acknowledge your suffering/boredom Shade, and let it be transformed into profound peace, joy, and love for yourself and other beings!
Of course, if Shade's planeswalker pupils achieve the level of awareness and compassionate maturity that his current nihilistic ego is preventing him from developing, I'd certainly like to see his jaw drop!
"They'll all be as disillusioned and embittered as me one day! Any century from now!"
Later...
"...Any millenia from now."
Much later..
"...Any eon from now."
Much much later...
"...OK WHAT THE F@#$?!"
- Location
- Oulu
Doesn't sound like Nabiki, then again, we don't hear WHO punched her. Fanon Nabiki might go for blackmail, but outside from the whole Evil thing, Nabiki is one of the closest people to "Normal" in Ranma½
Aaand he just killed this person.... who was already dead, so no big loss, I guess, and there's a person there....
...Whom I don't know, so I'm guessing is from a filler of some sort or a different series.
Brainwashing is kind of like time traveling. Questionable morality and things get really convoluted really fast.
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
I watched Rito's facial expression go through a plethora of options before I decided to simply shake my head and give him a pat on his right shoulder. "Just kidding," I said calmly. "You shouldn't think everything in terms of aliens," I added. "You're a Planeswalker, a one in a millionth chance of a millionth, a unique existence that cannot be procreated, recreated or modified. You are Yuuki Rito, Planeswalker, and in the vast infinity of the Blind Eternities, you are the sole unique existence that can have that name." I grinned. "You're special, Rito, but not so special as to be a son of mine."
I laughed and then walked away from him, moving a hand to let the curtains slide away and let the light of the sun cast itself within the large office. The slithering forms with triangular crested faces and a lonely sharp talon on the right side of their bodies squirmed from their spots by the curtains' sides, their mouths delicately holding onto the cloth as if it were an egg they couldn't crack.
"They are my children," I said as the Slivers squirmed and disappeared back into my flesh, leaving behind not even a ripple of their passage. "My brothers, a part of me," I acquiesced. "A Planeswalker is, aptly put, a god." I began to float, and crossed my legs as I came to a halt at his eye level, not really wanting to look down at him. "No laws apply. None that we do not wish to, of course, or that a stronger Planeswalker demands be maintained." I snapped my fingers, and a sandwich appeared out of thin air. "Materialization. Creation from nothingness…well, not really nothingness. Nothingness has a name, and its name is Blind Eternities."
Rito took a deep breath, "Then…how are we chosen?" he asked next. "What makes…a Planeswalker…one?"
I shrugged. "Who knows?" I tapped my chin. "Perhaps the amusement of a higher still race beyond our comprehension? Perhaps cosmic fucking bad luck? Perhaps the entity known as God to every single living being? I do not know, and while I did waste hundreds of years trying to find out, I decided that in the end whatever reason there was didn't matter. You are a Planeswalker, so live with it."
Rito sighed, and as the sound of the bell echoed around us, I chuckled. "You're late for your first lesson," I said dryly as Rito's eyes widened. "Off you go. Two floors down, classroom's the first on the right."
Rito rushed off with hardly a goodbye, his ingrained student behavior to reach for the class faster than a speeding bullet, ignoring everything else along his path. One of my Slivers took in the scene, transmitting it telepathically to me in turn as he stumbled down the stairs, executed a flawless backflip in midair, and landed face first between the legs of one shocked Nabiki Tendo, who was in turn late for class too.
With an unfazed expression, I watched Rito fly through the air from a punch, and end up breaking through his assigned classroom, landing in a heap of twitching flesh right by the teacher's desk.
"Uhm…" the teacher was an old and bald man with a pair of thick glasses, who nodded half-heartedly before gesturing to him for the rest of the class to see. "This here…is our new transfer student."
"H…Hello," Rito said as he slowly got back up, dusting himself off and exhaling loudly. He grabbed a piece of chalk from the chalkboard and began to scribble his name on it. "My name is Yuuki Rito," he said as he finished writing his name before turning to bow lightly to the class. "I hope we can get along." And with that said, he was told to take the free seat in the classroom aptly prepared for him.
"Yoh man!" Ranma said from the far end of the classroom. I had just so coincidentally ensured that the seat next to him would be free, and so it was that Yuuki Rito ended up sitting right next to Ranma Saotome. An absolute coincidence, definitely.
Rito did take his lesson seriously. Perhaps it was the fact that during lesson hours, he couldn't slip and cause a commotion of sorts. Still, as Rito took dutiful notes, the Sliver net pinged at me, the location of specific individuals worldwide reaching me. Timetables began to build themselves one after the other, and as I acknowledged the position of each of the key characters, I hummed and folded my fingers together as I rested my elbows on the surface of my desk, a smirk gracing my lips as my glasses took on a dark tint.
As a white cup with the Nerv logo appeared atop my desk, a small black beard formed over my chin.
"The scenario is moving as expected," I remarked to no one in particular, my mind crossing the boundaries of the world itself as I saw through the eyes of an invisible Sliver the running of one Shampoo through the rural countryside of Tokyo, headed for Nerima itself by foot. She was coming to kill female Ranma after all, but there was a simple problem that would throw a wrench in her plans.
She was only sixteen years old.
This meant that she had to go to school, Chinese or not, and as the headmaster…
Of course, I couldn't force her. It would mean defeating her and then I'd end up having to deal with that silly kiss of love once more. I could, however, let events unfold with the newly added Rito variable, and see what happened from there. I would cast the pebble that would cause the avalanche, and then watch as the pebble birthed an all new side of the mountain, perhaps one I had never seen before.
The moment the bell rang and a small pause settled itself between the change of the professors, Rito was assaulted by the students in the classroom. They were all curious to find out more about the transfer student and his hobbies, and as he enjoyed a relatively normal break, the lessons resumed soon after. Meanwhile, I ended up glancing at the hundred or so papers that the ex-Principal should have dealt with, and then sighed.
"Carl," I said dreadfully, one of my shoulders suddenly sprouting eyes as a Sliver Prime emerged from it, a massive brain hanging behind his head. "Accounting awaits you."
The Sliver nodded, resolutely showing a happy glint in his eyes as thousands of squirming tentacles dipped in ink or lifted papers up, swiftly beginning to scribble down flawlessly accurate numbers or procedures. He was done within minutes, leaving the years of paperwork caught up, and allowing me absolute freedom from all forms of responsibilities within the school if not for the once a month conference with the teachers.
I couldn't use Carl for that though.
"Thank you, Carl," I said gently as the Sliver preened under my thanks and wriggled back and forth, happily tweeting in a skittering and clacking tone his happiness. I could feel and sense his euphoria, and as he returned within my flesh, I walked out of the office, and began to explore the school.
Well, not really the school, as much as the location of a specific entity within the school.
"Toramasa Kobayakawa?" I asked as the old man with a pair of thick, grey mustaches saw me enter his dingy makeshift shop in the old abandoned area of the school. He blinked as he looked up at me, his surprised expression changing abruptly into one of acknowledgment.
"A customer," he said. "You don't look like a student."
"Because I'm not one," I answered offhandedly. I extended a hand in his direction. "The Tanuki doll, if you'd please."
"Sure, sure, just a moment." his body moved automatically, heading off to the back of the store and returning only a few minutes later with the object in question, a stuffed doll of a Tanuki. I grabbed it from him and in a split second, all of the old notebooks he had in his store disappeared under my command, ending up moved back up in my headmaster's office. I left quietly, readjusting his stock to prime conditions and fixing the hallway and the decrepit-like side of the building itself. The pettiness of the Principal notwithstanding, if he didn't restock and kept the stuff getting older, I wouldn't give him a second chance.
My school would follow my rules.
As I stepped back into my office with the Tanuki doll, hot tea had already been poured as if by magic upon the various notebooks, but only one actually had words appear on it. It flew straight into my open hand, the rest of the books disintegrating into ashes. Differently from Akane, that actually read the song to summon the ghost, I pulled her out of the Aether and stuffed her soul into a body, much to her visible shock.
"Good day, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, handing her the stuffed tanuki doll and her old notebook, no longer soggy with tea. The long-haired, dark-brown girl had the most pleasant of shocked faces on her, her hands clutching on to the proffered doll with quite the intensity. "You are late for school."
"A—ah…" she mouthed. "But—"
She looked around. She looked down at her flesh and pinched it. "But—but I was…I died."
"My school has rules, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Death is no excuse for tardiness! All students shall have their education! Now, since you look a bit pale, I'll let you head back home for today, but tomorrow, I want you to come to school. Understood? No excuses!"
Miss Musashi looked at me, and then at her doll. Her memories slowly morphed and altered, her death wiped out of her mind just as her parents' relocation away from the city. In a matter of seconds, a death, the events that had changed due to her death, and the memories and recollections of everyone else…changed. Just like that, what had mere minutes ago been the ghost of a young girl was now a living, breathing young girl who had been at fault for having come late to class.
"I'm sorry, sir," she muttered, her expression ashamed as she clutched on to her doll. "It won't happen again…"
"Just go home, kid," I said with a scoff, shooing her off.
And off she went.
I yawned, and then took my seat as the headmaster of the school once more. In this world of mad men, he who out-maddened them all became King. "Carl? How many?"
Carl emitted some brief chatter from my shoulder, and then grew silent.
I sighed, and said nothing more.
Forty-nine thousand, eight hundred thirty-six times I had brought that young girl back to life.
And it felt no different than a yawn. A very boring yawn.
I laughed and then walked away from him, moving a hand to let the curtains slide away and let the light of the sun cast itself within the large office. The slithering forms with triangular crested faces and a lonely sharp talon on the right side of their bodies squirmed from their spots by the curtains' sides, their mouths delicately holding onto the cloth as if it were an egg they couldn't crack.
"They are my children," I said as the Slivers squirmed and disappeared back into my flesh, leaving behind not even a ripple of their passage. "My brothers, a part of me," I acquiesced. "A Planeswalker is, aptly put, a god." I began to float, and crossed my legs as I came to a halt at his eye level, not really wanting to look down at him. "No laws apply. None that we do not wish to, of course, or that a stronger Planeswalker demands be maintained." I snapped my fingers, and a sandwich appeared out of thin air. "Materialization. Creation from nothingness…well, not really nothingness. Nothingness has a name, and its name is Blind Eternities."
Rito took a deep breath, "Then…how are we chosen?" he asked next. "What makes…a Planeswalker…one?"
I shrugged. "Who knows?" I tapped my chin. "Perhaps the amusement of a higher still race beyond our comprehension? Perhaps cosmic fucking bad luck? Perhaps the entity known as God to every single living being? I do not know, and while I did waste hundreds of years trying to find out, I decided that in the end whatever reason there was didn't matter. You are a Planeswalker, so live with it."
Rito sighed, and as the sound of the bell echoed around us, I chuckled. "You're late for your first lesson," I said dryly as Rito's eyes widened. "Off you go. Two floors down, classroom's the first on the right."
Rito rushed off with hardly a goodbye, his ingrained student behavior to reach for the class faster than a speeding bullet, ignoring everything else along his path. One of my Slivers took in the scene, transmitting it telepathically to me in turn as he stumbled down the stairs, executed a flawless backflip in midair, and landed face first between the legs of one shocked Nabiki Tendo, who was in turn late for class too.
With an unfazed expression, I watched Rito fly through the air from a punch, and end up breaking through his assigned classroom, landing in a heap of twitching flesh right by the teacher's desk.
"Uhm…" the teacher was an old and bald man with a pair of thick glasses, who nodded half-heartedly before gesturing to him for the rest of the class to see. "This here…is our new transfer student."
"H…Hello," Rito said as he slowly got back up, dusting himself off and exhaling loudly. He grabbed a piece of chalk from the chalkboard and began to scribble his name on it. "My name is Yuuki Rito," he said as he finished writing his name before turning to bow lightly to the class. "I hope we can get along." And with that said, he was told to take the free seat in the classroom aptly prepared for him.
"Yoh man!" Ranma said from the far end of the classroom. I had just so coincidentally ensured that the seat next to him would be free, and so it was that Yuuki Rito ended up sitting right next to Ranma Saotome. An absolute coincidence, definitely.
Rito did take his lesson seriously. Perhaps it was the fact that during lesson hours, he couldn't slip and cause a commotion of sorts. Still, as Rito took dutiful notes, the Sliver net pinged at me, the location of specific individuals worldwide reaching me. Timetables began to build themselves one after the other, and as I acknowledged the position of each of the key characters, I hummed and folded my fingers together as I rested my elbows on the surface of my desk, a smirk gracing my lips as my glasses took on a dark tint.
As a white cup with the Nerv logo appeared atop my desk, a small black beard formed over my chin.
"The scenario is moving as expected," I remarked to no one in particular, my mind crossing the boundaries of the world itself as I saw through the eyes of an invisible Sliver the running of one Shampoo through the rural countryside of Tokyo, headed for Nerima itself by foot. She was coming to kill female Ranma after all, but there was a simple problem that would throw a wrench in her plans.
She was only sixteen years old.
This meant that she had to go to school, Chinese or not, and as the headmaster…
Of course, I couldn't force her. It would mean defeating her and then I'd end up having to deal with that silly kiss of love once more. I could, however, let events unfold with the newly added Rito variable, and see what happened from there. I would cast the pebble that would cause the avalanche, and then watch as the pebble birthed an all new side of the mountain, perhaps one I had never seen before.
The moment the bell rang and a small pause settled itself between the change of the professors, Rito was assaulted by the students in the classroom. They were all curious to find out more about the transfer student and his hobbies, and as he enjoyed a relatively normal break, the lessons resumed soon after. Meanwhile, I ended up glancing at the hundred or so papers that the ex-Principal should have dealt with, and then sighed.
"Carl," I said dreadfully, one of my shoulders suddenly sprouting eyes as a Sliver Prime emerged from it, a massive brain hanging behind his head. "Accounting awaits you."
The Sliver nodded, resolutely showing a happy glint in his eyes as thousands of squirming tentacles dipped in ink or lifted papers up, swiftly beginning to scribble down flawlessly accurate numbers or procedures. He was done within minutes, leaving the years of paperwork caught up, and allowing me absolute freedom from all forms of responsibilities within the school if not for the once a month conference with the teachers.
I couldn't use Carl for that though.
"Thank you, Carl," I said gently as the Sliver preened under my thanks and wriggled back and forth, happily tweeting in a skittering and clacking tone his happiness. I could feel and sense his euphoria, and as he returned within my flesh, I walked out of the office, and began to explore the school.
Well, not really the school, as much as the location of a specific entity within the school.
"Toramasa Kobayakawa?" I asked as the old man with a pair of thick, grey mustaches saw me enter his dingy makeshift shop in the old abandoned area of the school. He blinked as he looked up at me, his surprised expression changing abruptly into one of acknowledgment.
"A customer," he said. "You don't look like a student."
"Because I'm not one," I answered offhandedly. I extended a hand in his direction. "The Tanuki doll, if you'd please."
"Sure, sure, just a moment." his body moved automatically, heading off to the back of the store and returning only a few minutes later with the object in question, a stuffed doll of a Tanuki. I grabbed it from him and in a split second, all of the old notebooks he had in his store disappeared under my command, ending up moved back up in my headmaster's office. I left quietly, readjusting his stock to prime conditions and fixing the hallway and the decrepit-like side of the building itself. The pettiness of the Principal notwithstanding, if he didn't restock and kept the stuff getting older, I wouldn't give him a second chance.
My school would follow my rules.
As I stepped back into my office with the Tanuki doll, hot tea had already been poured as if by magic upon the various notebooks, but only one actually had words appear on it. It flew straight into my open hand, the rest of the books disintegrating into ashes. Differently from Akane, that actually read the song to summon the ghost, I pulled her out of the Aether and stuffed her soul into a body, much to her visible shock.
"Good day, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, handing her the stuffed tanuki doll and her old notebook, no longer soggy with tea. The long-haired, dark-brown girl had the most pleasant of shocked faces on her, her hands clutching on to the proffered doll with quite the intensity. "You are late for school."
"A—ah…" she mouthed. "But—"
She looked around. She looked down at her flesh and pinched it. "But—but I was…I died."
"My school has rules, Miss Musashi," I said flatly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Death is no excuse for tardiness! All students shall have their education! Now, since you look a bit pale, I'll let you head back home for today, but tomorrow, I want you to come to school. Understood? No excuses!"
Miss Musashi looked at me, and then at her doll. Her memories slowly morphed and altered, her death wiped out of her mind just as her parents' relocation away from the city. In a matter of seconds, a death, the events that had changed due to her death, and the memories and recollections of everyone else…changed. Just like that, what had mere minutes ago been the ghost of a young girl was now a living, breathing young girl who had been at fault for having come late to class.
"I'm sorry, sir," she muttered, her expression ashamed as she clutched on to her doll. "It won't happen again…"
"Just go home, kid," I said with a scoff, shooing her off.
And off she went.
I yawned, and then took my seat as the headmaster of the school once more. In this world of mad men, he who out-maddened them all became King. "Carl? How many?"
Carl emitted some brief chatter from my shoulder, and then grew silent.
I sighed, and said nothing more.
Forty-nine thousand, eight hundred thirty-six times I had brought that young girl back to life.
And it felt no different than a yawn. A very boring yawn.
Please tell me if you want me to stop.
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- Location
- Guarding the Wall
I don't get this line. If the Blind Eternities are truly infinite, shouldn't there be an infinite number of Yuuki Rito Planeswalkers? Moreover, shouldn't there be an infinite number of Shade's teaching said infinite number of Yuuki Rito's?
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Nah, it's the one constant of the whole Planeswalker canon.
There is only ever one instance of a Planeswalker. They alone are unique in their existence thanks to the Spark.
Y'know Shade, if you'd already revived her that many times, and you're the master of an infinite amount of intelligent slivers, I would've thought you've already made a macro command or SOP for that.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
It's Gendo!
Er, I mean....
Er, I mean....
With the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them movie coming out this month, I wonder if Shade will take on a pupil from the Potterverse...
Perhaps Ariana Dumbledore
The greatest of the great ironies.
Someone so afraid of Magic, becoming the most magically powerful being in her plane!
A Planeswalker would essentially be the greatest Archmage of that world since the "Prince of Enchanters", Merlin himself!
If Merlin there was also a Planeswalker of course.
Finding the means of breaking her from her rhabdophobia would provide an interesting challenge...
Perhaps dumping her on a seemingly prehistoric island, which turns out to be the one from Cage of Eden?
Interesting conundrum.
Get the nerve to use her new INCREDIBLE magics to provide and protect herself, as well as help a poor bunch of muggles...
OR, let them all die, screaming or whimpering, allowing her fear and past experience with the non-magical to rule her.
Perhaps Ariana Dumbledore
The greatest of the great ironies.
Someone so afraid of Magic, becoming the most magically powerful being in her plane!
A Planeswalker would essentially be the greatest Archmage of that world since the "Prince of Enchanters", Merlin himself!
If Merlin there was also a Planeswalker of course.
Finding the means of breaking her from her rhabdophobia would provide an interesting challenge...
Perhaps dumping her on a seemingly prehistoric island, which turns out to be the one from Cage of Eden?
Interesting conundrum.
Get the nerve to use her new INCREDIBLE magics to provide and protect herself, as well as help a poor bunch of muggles...
OR, let them all die, screaming or whimpering, allowing her fear and past experience with the non-magical to rule her.
So there might be an infinite number of Shades but only one of them is a Planeswalker?
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Pretty much
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Infinite Shades, infinite awesome stories... *drools... thinks for a moment... has the epiphany of horrible writer Shades... blocks it from his mind.
Truly, Shade needs to spend some time playing Factorio. It would help him develop the proper attitude towards automation.
- Location
- Greece
Or maybe Sunless Sea. So he realises that any decision he makes can have horrible or great repercussions on the world he visits.
Okay, all of this is perfectly valid reasoning. consider my original point dropped. However...
This is complete bullshit, and anyone who claims it has no concept of the term "infinite". And if this is a Canon Thing, that still remains true.
Okay. Let's give some perspective on "infinity". It's a funny concept that when plugged into an equation or statistic, it wants to convert every other number involved into either infinity or zero. But that's just math, we need some real examples. We're going to use Shadeknight and the two other Planeswalkers he interacted with here as our test case.
First off, the Ignition Event. Does not, and cannot, happen at this time. Why? Because the Blind Eternities are infinite. What this means is that any world and scenario that went into making Shade exactly and precisely how he is today has played out an infinite number of times from the moment it happened once. Kind of a weird concept, right? Any scenario, no matter how unlikely, if it has a infinitesimally small chance to happen once, then over the course of infinity it has happened an infinite number of times.
Now, this is important, because Planes are apparently time synced (even those at accelerated or decelerated time, they just run on a different time ratio), yet they do not all have the same starting time. We know this because Shade is able to live through the same scenarios over and over again, instead of popping into Ranma 1/2 many eons after Tokyo has been destroyed by the sun going Red Giant. In practical terms related to an Ignition Event, that means that as soon as Shade existed once he existed an infinite number of times. Now, one of the very first Shadeknights to exist had a spark, because a millionth chance is within infinity. Which means there were an infinite number of Shade Sparks from the moment he first existed. And because a millionth chance is way, way, way within Infinity, one of them also ignited. So if only one Shadeknight can ever be a Planeswalker, then only the very first batch of Shadeknights to ever exist could possibly have produced a Planeswalker.
Same goes for his two students here. If there could only be one Planeswalker Fuuka ever, then we should be looking at Oldwalker White Rabbit. Because her world has existed infinite times from the moment there was one, etcetera etcetera.
Now, there's also the fact that these characters have met and are interacting. If an Ignition event is a millionth of a millionth chance, that implies that it's possible to find the Fuuka that Ignited by seeing enough of them. Except, lolNo. If there are infinite worlds, infinite Fuukas, and only one of them can ignite? You're not looking at a millionth of a millionth chance to meet The One. You're looking at one in infinity, which if you plug that into a calculator will spit "zero" at you. And rightfully so. It's technically possible to meet another Planeswalker even then, but in the incomprehensible vastness of Infinity, in practical terms you will never ever meet another of your kind. Or if you do, it will be that random Joe Shmoe from the ass end of nowhere, never someone you can actually recognize.
The only way for the Planeswalker Existence rule to work, AND for there to be any Walkers other than Oldwalkers, is if the Blind Eternities are not infinite. And not only can they not be infinite, they have to have a certain compactness in order for Planeswalkers to ever interact.
So I'm going to propose, instead, an alternative concept. That the Blind Eternities are malleable by Planeswalkers in a way they never considered possible: that the Eternities will actively rearrange themselves so that no two Planeswalkers of the same identity will or can interact with each other through any number of intermediaries. Shadeknight will never meet another Shade. He will never meet another Planeswalker who has ever met another Shade, or who has met another who has met another shade, etcetera. He will never visit a Plane that was visited by another Shade, or anyone that Shade met, or anyone they met, etcetera. Yet there still manages to be an infinite number of Shadeknights, they'll just never know of each other.
If that sounds overly complicated and how would that even work? Well, lolInfinity. There's plenty of space to spread out, an infinite amount even, so it works.
More importantly, it works mathematically with "infinity", while still playing to the spirit of the Planeswalker Existence rule, if not the letter. So Shadeknight can meet and teach his White Rabbit that isn't an Oldwalker older than Nicol Bolas, and we'll still see only one of her. But the Scary One is out there, somewhere. And there are an infinite number of her.
Fuckin Infinity.
- Location
- Israel
Ha, interesting you should say that...
Have a look at SB for Empire in Green, an MtG/Worm fic starring a planeswalker named Arianna, who is strongly hinted (but never outright confirmed) to be Albus' sister.
Great fic. Pity it hasn't updated in years.
At least now we know who's possibly responsible for her change in behavior!
- Location
- Oulu
Indeed --- an infinite random number will contain, among other things, these:Fuckin Infinity.
- all your game saves,
- it's first 10 billion numbers, repeated, infinite times, and yet this doesn't make it repeating, since there's other stuff between,
- A state of simulation of this universe,
- Simulation of every other universe,
- All versions of every movie ever, in DVD, Blueray, and 320x200 RealMedia,
and so forth.
Infinities are silly.
Morphic Tide
Crazy Brainstormer, Munchkin and Wannabe Min-Maxer
- Location
- MI, USA
Nope. There's one Planeswalker who specifically came into existence five times. Five versions of the same person as a Planeswalker. Granted, it was in a mess of bound together timelines/copied planes, so the method used to make that happen might have somehow copied the Spark.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Didn't that end with those five going mad and killing themselves?
Morphic Tide
Crazy Brainstormer, Munchkin and Wannabe Min-Maxer
- Location
- MI, USA
One of them killed the other four and... Absorbed their Sparks? Merged the wonky fragments/copies into a single stronger than normal Spark? At any rate, it was the one of the five that went for Black mana, and they were tricked/told to do it by someone else.
Sadly, the metaphysics involved weren't explained, but the end result was a more powerful than usual Planeswalker. The phrase supergod comes to mind...