Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
- Crossover
Algalon
Herald of the Titans
- Location
- Celestial Planetarium
To get a rise out of Bell. The stronger Bell's emotions are, the quicker he grows due to 'Realis Phase'. By acting like a total sociopath, supposedly killing two gods, almost killing one of Bell's friends and threatening the others, he ensures that Realis Phase will go into overdrive and Bell will literally go exponential.
Thus, he becomes an actual challenge, allowing his Slivers to grow. There is probably more behind it, but we don't know yet. I brought up the possibility that he might be trying to turn Bell or his skills into M:tG Cards and is pushing him to make him as OP as possible.
Draconite101
That Guy
- Location
- Unknown
Yeah, most multicross SIs tend to forget that they're likely not the only hyper!competent forum user floating around the multiverse. It wouldn't be too unrealistic to think that Shadewalker has at least come in contact with these people in his millions of years of existence.
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- Location
- Poland
I honestly hope it's the next stop. Things there just seem like they would be highly nutritious to slivers.
- Location
- Home
Well, reality is still here (i think) so shade obviously hasn't run into drich yet.
Backlash177
Certifiably Insane
- Location
- Australia
My headcanon is that Shade is either consciously or unconsciously avoiding worlds where SVers and Spacebattlers are.
He knows exactly how much damage we can cause when our hand is forced and we put our minds to it, he's one of us after all.
Bond-Breaker,Hope-Bearer and Fate-Stay-Write are examples for regular human Shade, granted he has magic in the last example.
He knows exactly how much damage we can cause when our hand is forced and we put our minds to it, he's one of us after all.
Bond-Breaker,Hope-Bearer and Fate-Stay-Write are examples for regular human Shade, granted he has magic in the last example.
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Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Ah, so they don't accidentally whatever plane they're on?
Backlash177
Certifiably Insane
- Location
- Australia
Pretty much.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Edge. Lots of it.
True, he already has a lot of it, but for him, it's never enough.
He'll continue to devour and evolve until all is edge and edge is all...
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
So is Liliana still trapped on Dominaria, since Shadewalker cut it off from the outside multiverse?
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Shade obliterated that Plane, I think.
So either she's out and about or she's ded.
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
It was just locked inside a shard, if I'm understanding this correctly.
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
Man, I wonder how pissed Nissa was when the Phyrexians invaded muh Zendikar
"WHAT... ARE YA DOIN'... IN MAH SWAMP!"
"WHAT... ARE YA DOIN'... IN MAH SWAMP!"
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Well, this one is probably still the nazi elf, so...
Chapter Thirty-Nine (????)
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Thirty-Nine (????)
I sighed and yawned, the twitching tentacles rupturing into hundred of different forms. Hooks, claws, fangs, teeth, and pretty much everything that I, or they, could think of soon stood in front of me as the deadliest of weapons dripping with poison and toxins the likes of which not even the dead could survive the impact of. Towering behind me, the Queen watched impassively the proceedings, her voice a gentle soothing song.
The pulsing light of the crystals charged with energy called to the young, and as flames of ethereal existence ripped into existence to croon and educate the youth, they also greedily devoured the energy without color. Pale flames suffused my hands as they resumed their job of meticulously trying out the different forms of attack patterns. Nearby, more recently hatched Slivers played in the grass, like lion cubs learning how to bite through play. A few nestled in my hair, or on my back.
As the genetic code rewrote itself with the ease of clay, so too did the countless mutations happen swiftly and rapidly upon my skin and that of the Slivers close to me.
Be gentle. The Queen chided with the voice of a mother, her attention diverted to two roughhousing young ones, both having drawn blood from one another as they twitched back and forth like rattlesnakes, their beady eyes and sharp screams clearly indicating they were fighting for something quite dear to one another. One of the Queen's talons came down to soothingly caress the sides of the two baby Slivers, who seemingly content renounced their warring ways. Spoiled children.
"Well, a parent that spoils a child can't help but have spoiled children," I remarked as my tentacles deformed once more. I closed my eyes. I opened them again, gazing into the infinity of the Blind Eternities. Countless planes clicked and ticked like infinite arms of infinite clocks, all neatly separated by dividers that were impenetrable to all those who lived within them, but nothing more than obstacles for the likes of Us.
My eyes danced across the countless spheres, the infinite universes displaced in both time and space, and in the end they came to a halt upon a vaguely familiar world. I stared at the devastation wrought to it, and moved past the crumbled ruins of a defensive line deeply entrenched in the snow, the advance of the enemy army, and the carnage wrought not in the name of any grandiose scheme, but simply because it was a task they were set upon to do.
It was a world of despicable existences, and despicable long and shoddy descriptions and explanations that made one's knees weak, arms spaghetti. I chuckled as I descended upon one of such clocks, my steps resounding through the barrier and nimbly passing past it, landing on the snow marred with blood of a great battle between the forces of mankind and its most dreadful enemy.
The BETA.
The towering gatherers that were dubbed Soldier-Class paled in comparison to the Tank or Grappler Class troops that were advancing rapidly across the front line. Behemoth-like Fort Class BETA loomed over the white landscape, drawing near with quick movements. A snowstorm loomed in the area, impeding visibility to those who needed eyes to see. A nearing Soldier-Class found itself sliced neatly in half by a bladed whip courtesy of one of my Slivers, and as the rest of the small squadron of BETA began to be killed off in my surroundings, I took a look at where I had landed.
I stood in the middle of a snow-covered plain, blood and corpses of both soldiers and BETA all around me. A winged squadron of Slivers left my shoulder, rising for the air, but as pulsing beams of laser made their way to hit my flying scouts, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as they quickly ended up charred beyond recognition, falling back ton the ground only for their flesh to knit itself back together and regain their life.
Yet, landed they remained.
"Right, right, first the Laser-Class die horrible painful death, then I get to find my way to the closest city," I sighed and roared, the pulsing Mana leaving my body as over my head the snowstorm abated, the sky starting to burn with fiery red lights as circles of pale white energy began to spread open, squirming tentacles and thundering teeth emerging from them. Large worm-like creatures descended down howling their hunger, beams of plasma rupturing forth from their many forward orifices as their sides split to unleash volleys of flying Slivers. They landed with resounding crashes on the snow, rushing forward and taking down with them countless enemy forces on their path.
Powerful beams of light shot towards them, the BETA killing hundreds where thousands were being born by the second, but the advance was not deterred. Actually, rather than born, unleashed would be the proper term to describe the bursting of the sacs held hidden within the bellies of the Carrier-Slivers. A few seconds after the Laser-Class had been striking non stop at the skin of the Carriers, the flesh mutated to reveal glistening mirrors that reflected the lasers away, swiftly followed by other Slivers opening their mouth, unleashing no longer plasma beams, but the same laser wavelength of the BETA themselves.
"Hey!" I grumbled, "Are you telling me they're better at lasers than plasma?" I sighed as a nearby Bonescythe Sliver emitted brief chittering bursts, the other members of his squadron emerging from my skin one after the other to form what I called a Gathering. I summoned forth a yellow flag, and as it nimbly sailed to tie itself around the leader's neck, he gave me a proud and triumphant thumping of his chest in reply before rushing off through the plain vast fields, slicing his path through the BETA that were crawling towards our position.
The thumping of claws and feet on the floor were met with the brutal charges of the Belligerent and Groundshaker Slivers, both quite apt at their task of clearing off hostiles. While they were smaller compared to the Grappler and Destroyer Beta, they had something the other two sorely lacked in such a situation.
Training.
A Grappler found its pincers missing its prey as twitching shadowy Slivers appeared and disappeared like bursts of static, crimson fangs dripping molten lava dug deep holes into the BETA's flesh, and as the smell of burnt flesh mixed with the iron scent of blood, tall towering Slivers stood a vigilant guard around me, engaging in brutal fights with their massive talons the opponents' Fort Classes. The ground quaked as the battle of giants waged on, the sound of machine fire dying out as the humans preferred to retreat and let the new arrivals take the fight.
A few TSFs remained at the outskirts of the battle to witness the events, silent eyewitnesses of the carnage being wrought. I glanced at the shifting of a nearby Sliver, whose beak was covered in the grime and blood of a dead BETA. Gleaming strands of flesh now marred his skin as he gazed longingly towards his brethren, the claws morphing into a far more detailed and deadly variant of the Grappler-Beta claws. Soon, everyone else nearby had the same.
It wasn't widely known, but Slivers shared their traits and genetics through their psionics, having full control over their genetic code to the point where they could print it as speech and transmit it to the others. Thundering arcs of electricity soared in the air, my eyes drawn towards the light spectacles as the Fort Classes began to fall, their bodies devoured from the inside out by the Slivers' unending hunger.
A soft croon caught my attention as I began to walk forward, the corpses of the BETA a tantalizing prey for the countless hungry Slivers that weren't needed for the battlefield. Gentle songs rose in the air as white Slivers glistening with healing lymph nodes nurtured the wounded humans not yet dead, brilliant tentacles of light shining in the air like beacons of hope in a world of despair.
Yellowish lights seeped from the horizon, blinking in morse code throughout the Slivers now spread evenly across the battlefield. I slammed my hands together as the landed Slivers soon took flight, the skies covered with them in the blink of an eye.
They were hungry.
Thus, what cruel father does not feed his children?
I sighed and yawned, the twitching tentacles rupturing into hundred of different forms. Hooks, claws, fangs, teeth, and pretty much everything that I, or they, could think of soon stood in front of me as the deadliest of weapons dripping with poison and toxins the likes of which not even the dead could survive the impact of. Towering behind me, the Queen watched impassively the proceedings, her voice a gentle soothing song.
The pulsing light of the crystals charged with energy called to the young, and as flames of ethereal existence ripped into existence to croon and educate the youth, they also greedily devoured the energy without color. Pale flames suffused my hands as they resumed their job of meticulously trying out the different forms of attack patterns. Nearby, more recently hatched Slivers played in the grass, like lion cubs learning how to bite through play. A few nestled in my hair, or on my back.
As the genetic code rewrote itself with the ease of clay, so too did the countless mutations happen swiftly and rapidly upon my skin and that of the Slivers close to me.
Be gentle. The Queen chided with the voice of a mother, her attention diverted to two roughhousing young ones, both having drawn blood from one another as they twitched back and forth like rattlesnakes, their beady eyes and sharp screams clearly indicating they were fighting for something quite dear to one another. One of the Queen's talons came down to soothingly caress the sides of the two baby Slivers, who seemingly content renounced their warring ways. Spoiled children.
"Well, a parent that spoils a child can't help but have spoiled children," I remarked as my tentacles deformed once more. I closed my eyes. I opened them again, gazing into the infinity of the Blind Eternities. Countless planes clicked and ticked like infinite arms of infinite clocks, all neatly separated by dividers that were impenetrable to all those who lived within them, but nothing more than obstacles for the likes of Us.
My eyes danced across the countless spheres, the infinite universes displaced in both time and space, and in the end they came to a halt upon a vaguely familiar world. I stared at the devastation wrought to it, and moved past the crumbled ruins of a defensive line deeply entrenched in the snow, the advance of the enemy army, and the carnage wrought not in the name of any grandiose scheme, but simply because it was a task they were set upon to do.
It was a world of despicable existences, and despicable long and shoddy descriptions and explanations that made one's knees weak, arms spaghetti. I chuckled as I descended upon one of such clocks, my steps resounding through the barrier and nimbly passing past it, landing on the snow marred with blood of a great battle between the forces of mankind and its most dreadful enemy.
The BETA.
The towering gatherers that were dubbed Soldier-Class paled in comparison to the Tank or Grappler Class troops that were advancing rapidly across the front line. Behemoth-like Fort Class BETA loomed over the white landscape, drawing near with quick movements. A snowstorm loomed in the area, impeding visibility to those who needed eyes to see. A nearing Soldier-Class found itself sliced neatly in half by a bladed whip courtesy of one of my Slivers, and as the rest of the small squadron of BETA began to be killed off in my surroundings, I took a look at where I had landed.
I stood in the middle of a snow-covered plain, blood and corpses of both soldiers and BETA all around me. A winged squadron of Slivers left my shoulder, rising for the air, but as pulsing beams of laser made their way to hit my flying scouts, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as they quickly ended up charred beyond recognition, falling back ton the ground only for their flesh to knit itself back together and regain their life.
Yet, landed they remained.
"Right, right, first the Laser-Class die horrible painful death, then I get to find my way to the closest city," I sighed and roared, the pulsing Mana leaving my body as over my head the snowstorm abated, the sky starting to burn with fiery red lights as circles of pale white energy began to spread open, squirming tentacles and thundering teeth emerging from them. Large worm-like creatures descended down howling their hunger, beams of plasma rupturing forth from their many forward orifices as their sides split to unleash volleys of flying Slivers. They landed with resounding crashes on the snow, rushing forward and taking down with them countless enemy forces on their path.
Powerful beams of light shot towards them, the BETA killing hundreds where thousands were being born by the second, but the advance was not deterred. Actually, rather than born, unleashed would be the proper term to describe the bursting of the sacs held hidden within the bellies of the Carrier-Slivers. A few seconds after the Laser-Class had been striking non stop at the skin of the Carriers, the flesh mutated to reveal glistening mirrors that reflected the lasers away, swiftly followed by other Slivers opening their mouth, unleashing no longer plasma beams, but the same laser wavelength of the BETA themselves.
"Hey!" I grumbled, "Are you telling me they're better at lasers than plasma?" I sighed as a nearby Bonescythe Sliver emitted brief chittering bursts, the other members of his squadron emerging from my skin one after the other to form what I called a Gathering. I summoned forth a yellow flag, and as it nimbly sailed to tie itself around the leader's neck, he gave me a proud and triumphant thumping of his chest in reply before rushing off through the plain vast fields, slicing his path through the BETA that were crawling towards our position.
The thumping of claws and feet on the floor were met with the brutal charges of the Belligerent and Groundshaker Slivers, both quite apt at their task of clearing off hostiles. While they were smaller compared to the Grappler and Destroyer Beta, they had something the other two sorely lacked in such a situation.
Training.
A Grappler found its pincers missing its prey as twitching shadowy Slivers appeared and disappeared like bursts of static, crimson fangs dripping molten lava dug deep holes into the BETA's flesh, and as the smell of burnt flesh mixed with the iron scent of blood, tall towering Slivers stood a vigilant guard around me, engaging in brutal fights with their massive talons the opponents' Fort Classes. The ground quaked as the battle of giants waged on, the sound of machine fire dying out as the humans preferred to retreat and let the new arrivals take the fight.
A few TSFs remained at the outskirts of the battle to witness the events, silent eyewitnesses of the carnage being wrought. I glanced at the shifting of a nearby Sliver, whose beak was covered in the grime and blood of a dead BETA. Gleaming strands of flesh now marred his skin as he gazed longingly towards his brethren, the claws morphing into a far more detailed and deadly variant of the Grappler-Beta claws. Soon, everyone else nearby had the same.
It wasn't widely known, but Slivers shared their traits and genetics through their psionics, having full control over their genetic code to the point where they could print it as speech and transmit it to the others. Thundering arcs of electricity soared in the air, my eyes drawn towards the light spectacles as the Fort Classes began to fall, their bodies devoured from the inside out by the Slivers' unending hunger.
A soft croon caught my attention as I began to walk forward, the corpses of the BETA a tantalizing prey for the countless hungry Slivers that weren't needed for the battlefield. Gentle songs rose in the air as white Slivers glistening with healing lymph nodes nurtured the wounded humans not yet dead, brilliant tentacles of light shining in the air like beacons of hope in a world of despair.
Yellowish lights seeped from the horizon, blinking in morse code throughout the Slivers now spread evenly across the battlefield. I slammed my hands together as the landed Slivers soon took flight, the skies covered with them in the blink of an eye.
They were hungry.
Thus, what cruel father does not feed his children?
StellarMonarch
Myrmidon
- Location
- Québec
So what's the setting?
muv-luv, I think
- Location
- Nowhere
Oh boy poor Takeru .Through Shade may want visit Scarlet Twins instead Bratty Savior
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
Imagine being in a desperate war for survival against invading aliens, and someone capable of trivially solving all your problems shows up. The catch? He simply doesn't give a shit about your world.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Well, the humans probably collectively shat themselves, or will soon anyway.
- Location
- Italy
I see what you did there.
Ryven Razgriz
I need a Gun and I'll let you know 'What's up?'.
- Location
- South East Asia
How in hell are slivers better at lasers than plasma... its ridiculous and funny.
- Location
- Elsewhere
The other Walkers tried to trap him in the Terminator World, presumably to imprison or kill him.