Ryven Razgriz
I need a Gun and I'll let you know 'What's up?'.
- Location
- South East Asia
Shade, the biggest bully in the multiverse.
Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
- Crossover
Ryven Razgriz
I need a Gun and I'll let you know 'What's up?'.
- Location
- South East Asia
Carl Sagan?
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
I was thinking more like something in a hat.
TheLurker
Random Omnipotent Lazy-As-Fuck Being
- Location
- The space beyond the stars
Well duh. Don't you remember the lyric?
When there's somethin weird,
And it don't look good.
Guess who it is?
GHOST NAPPA!
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
You mean? COOOORRRLLLL!!!!
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
I think its "I now proclaim!"
Kataphraktos
Remove gringo from premises
Shade years
Nope. Carl counts how many times Shade had done the same (or generally the same) act in his very long career:
Chapter Fifty-Two (Nanoha)
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Fifty-Two (Nanoha)
Some things are best left forgotten, or to the deep imagination of the sleeper adrift in a sea of nightmares. Others are easily brought to the surface, time and time again, to be cherished fondly. Some memories are etched in stones, ours to forever remember deep moral lessons. Memories are, however, precious things. There is a limit, however, to how many memories a human may store. Even a dragon has limits, after all.
"Why am I forgetting stuff?" Nadia asked. "I wouldn't normally bother anyone about it, but aren't I supposed to live forever?"
"Yes, and you would also normally retain your memories too, unless something happened that made you forget," I replied quite calmly as I ate another chocolate waffle, covered in maple syrup and sprinkled with sugar and tasty multicolored sprinkles. Whipped cream abounded on the plate by the side, and as I gingerly finished the delicacy, another appeared to replace the one devoured. "Have you suffered any traumatic event recently?"
"No," Nadia huffed. "I was just gone for a bit. I must have made a misstep and ended up a few days in the future than intended."
"Which brings us back to why someone like you would ever even wish to leave the comforts of her boring Savannah if not for some holier than thou reason," I remarked, but Nadia simply bit down on her ice-cream cone and pouted. "You do know I can force you to tell me."
"Please, Shade, we both know that for all of your bark, you've never bitten anyone once," Nadia's smiles twitched in a smirk. "The big bad Tyrant is just a Tsun-de-re~"
"I have boiled the atmosphere out of countless worlds," I said firmly, glaring at her.
"Probably because it was poisonous," Nadia replied. "Before coming here I checked on the budding Planeswalker. You messed with her mind, didn't you? So typical," she sighed, "Rather than explain things properly, you just do stuff and then leave."
"Should I have left her with the decades of nothingness but the sensation of falling?" I retorted, only for Nadia to shake her head.
"That's not what I'm saying," Nadia huffed. "What I'm saying is that rather than just upping and leaving behind some traumatized people, you could have done or said things in a different way, a better way..."
"It would have taken longer, and I have no interests in retreating the same grounds. I've already done everything that needed to be done. Precia will start working as a stay-at-home clerk worker of sorts, Fate will remain on the tracks set and Alicia's life will be normal and happy. She'll die at eighty-nine, Precia will die at seventy-three, and Fate will die at eighty-one. There, it's done. Their future is set unless someone doesn't intervene to alter it," I angrily bit down on another waffle. "You youngsters think you know what's best. Kindness, compassion, doing stuff the nice and easy way...why bother? Break a leg, and the guy who would have been run over by a car won't. It takes less than having to convince him, or be nice to him, or so forth. Destiny needs to be handled with firm determination and a strong arm, not wishy-washy feelings."
Nadia's expression didn't falter. "But you don't break legs. You just break up the pavement and force someone on another road."
"Why would I break legs? Mine are metaphors. They aren't really real," I sighed. "Look Nadia, we've been through this. Whatever wish of eternal peace you seek is unattainable. Make your peace with it. Some like eating children, some like killing people. Their paradises will never be the same as yours."
"And I don't believe it, Shade," Nadia stressed.
"But you do accept that you can't force a tiger to eat anything but meat, right?" I said. "That's the point," I scooped the cream up from my plate with a pancake coated in peach syrup, chewing on it with a tired expression. "Only because someone possesses intelligence doesn't mean they won't still be eaten by another intelligent being when it comes to survival. Have you ever tried giving sentience to all living animals in the world? All it ends up with is the vegetarians getting exterminated as the majority declares eating meat more important than human rights. And before you say it's just a random occurrence, then please, do the math. I've done the experiment on five thousand seventy hundred ninety two worlds, ninety six point three percent of times the result was the destruction of free speech and the silencing of the medias."
Nadia rolled her eyes. "Weren't you the one who said that when dealing with infinities, percentages are meaningless?"
I shrugged. "I know what I said. I know what I stand for. If they ain't Planeswalkers, I don't care. If they're Planeswalkers, and they don't follow the rules...then they die. Plain and simple, easy to understand, no questions asked."
"So if it's not that, then everything else is fine?" Nadia asked. "If someone were to mind control another, if someone were to threaten another, then...you wouldn't intervene?"
"Planeswalkers can run away easily," I pointed out. "That is the number one thing all governments tell their citizens when facing threats. Run away, let the police handle it. I am the Government, and I am the Police. Your only task is to run away and let me do my job. If you have grievances, then just go looking for a Sliver. They'll bring you to me."
"That's not how it should be," Nadia said, "We should come together instead. We should create a society, a Plane where we can all be together. Why haven't you tried that yet? It could work!"
"Why?" I asked. "Why would there be a need for a Plane when the only thing that will eventually stave off boredom is travelling? Stagnancy does not suit us, Nadia. It never did, and probably never will. You're still young, but one day..."
"This being young...if it's wrong then it's wrong, and maybe you need a young person to tell you when you are the one being wrong!" Nadia huffed, slamming both of her hands on the surface of the table as she stood up. "You're just a cranky old man who thinks he knows what's best for everyone, but you don't! And you've gotten worse too! Do you remember when you helped me and Jean save my father and Atlantis? Do you remember how you helped us all?"
I looked at Nadia with a small smile, "Yes, and now that you know that I could have done it all by snapping my fingers in less than ten seconds," I stood up in turn. "What do you think of me now, uh? Was I just playing around with you and Jean? Was I just enjoying watching you risk your lives for the secret of the Blue Water? Was I just..."
"You were just being our friend," Nadia answered with a bitter smile. "You were Shade and not...not the Tyrant. You have all the time in the world, but you act as if you're in a hurry, running away from something or someone eternally...you never stop, you never cease moving...once ,you would have stuck around a world for decades."
"Times change," I replied firmly, "And people change too. I have learned from my mistakes, Nadia. Perhaps it's time you start learning from yours."
Nadia chuckled bitterly, and shook her head. "Cherishing other people, even if they aren't Planeswalkers...that's not a mistake, Shade."
"See?" I answered with a small shrug. "Our views cannot coexist. Our paradises differ." I glanced at her, "I'm going to go find out why you were being hunted by two Planeswalkers, but don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you too, Nadia."
"I'm coming with you," Nadia said abruptly, eyes lit with determination.
"When was the last time you summoned a creature that wasn't an overgrown cat?" I asked in turn, only to find myself being pulled by Nadia out of the patisserie that doubled as a bar too. "And stop pulling!"
"I'm going to help," Nadia said, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You'll see, Shade. You just need to see the Planes in their wonder and joy. You just forgot, that's all."
I rolled my eyes, and then waited until she belatedly realized I was the one who knew where to go in order to pursue the duo of the Dahaka and the Kor woman.
For both of their Aetheric traces lead to one place.
Mustafar.
Some things are best left forgotten, or to the deep imagination of the sleeper adrift in a sea of nightmares. Others are easily brought to the surface, time and time again, to be cherished fondly. Some memories are etched in stones, ours to forever remember deep moral lessons. Memories are, however, precious things. There is a limit, however, to how many memories a human may store. Even a dragon has limits, after all.
"Why am I forgetting stuff?" Nadia asked. "I wouldn't normally bother anyone about it, but aren't I supposed to live forever?"
"Yes, and you would also normally retain your memories too, unless something happened that made you forget," I replied quite calmly as I ate another chocolate waffle, covered in maple syrup and sprinkled with sugar and tasty multicolored sprinkles. Whipped cream abounded on the plate by the side, and as I gingerly finished the delicacy, another appeared to replace the one devoured. "Have you suffered any traumatic event recently?"
"No," Nadia huffed. "I was just gone for a bit. I must have made a misstep and ended up a few days in the future than intended."
"Which brings us back to why someone like you would ever even wish to leave the comforts of her boring Savannah if not for some holier than thou reason," I remarked, but Nadia simply bit down on her ice-cream cone and pouted. "You do know I can force you to tell me."
"Please, Shade, we both know that for all of your bark, you've never bitten anyone once," Nadia's smiles twitched in a smirk. "The big bad Tyrant is just a Tsun-de-re~"
"I have boiled the atmosphere out of countless worlds," I said firmly, glaring at her.
"Probably because it was poisonous," Nadia replied. "Before coming here I checked on the budding Planeswalker. You messed with her mind, didn't you? So typical," she sighed, "Rather than explain things properly, you just do stuff and then leave."
"Should I have left her with the decades of nothingness but the sensation of falling?" I retorted, only for Nadia to shake her head.
"That's not what I'm saying," Nadia huffed. "What I'm saying is that rather than just upping and leaving behind some traumatized people, you could have done or said things in a different way, a better way..."
"It would have taken longer, and I have no interests in retreating the same grounds. I've already done everything that needed to be done. Precia will start working as a stay-at-home clerk worker of sorts, Fate will remain on the tracks set and Alicia's life will be normal and happy. She'll die at eighty-nine, Precia will die at seventy-three, and Fate will die at eighty-one. There, it's done. Their future is set unless someone doesn't intervene to alter it," I angrily bit down on another waffle. "You youngsters think you know what's best. Kindness, compassion, doing stuff the nice and easy way...why bother? Break a leg, and the guy who would have been run over by a car won't. It takes less than having to convince him, or be nice to him, or so forth. Destiny needs to be handled with firm determination and a strong arm, not wishy-washy feelings."
Nadia's expression didn't falter. "But you don't break legs. You just break up the pavement and force someone on another road."
"Why would I break legs? Mine are metaphors. They aren't really real," I sighed. "Look Nadia, we've been through this. Whatever wish of eternal peace you seek is unattainable. Make your peace with it. Some like eating children, some like killing people. Their paradises will never be the same as yours."
"And I don't believe it, Shade," Nadia stressed.
"But you do accept that you can't force a tiger to eat anything but meat, right?" I said. "That's the point," I scooped the cream up from my plate with a pancake coated in peach syrup, chewing on it with a tired expression. "Only because someone possesses intelligence doesn't mean they won't still be eaten by another intelligent being when it comes to survival. Have you ever tried giving sentience to all living animals in the world? All it ends up with is the vegetarians getting exterminated as the majority declares eating meat more important than human rights. And before you say it's just a random occurrence, then please, do the math. I've done the experiment on five thousand seventy hundred ninety two worlds, ninety six point three percent of times the result was the destruction of free speech and the silencing of the medias."
Nadia rolled her eyes. "Weren't you the one who said that when dealing with infinities, percentages are meaningless?"
I shrugged. "I know what I said. I know what I stand for. If they ain't Planeswalkers, I don't care. If they're Planeswalkers, and they don't follow the rules...then they die. Plain and simple, easy to understand, no questions asked."
"So if it's not that, then everything else is fine?" Nadia asked. "If someone were to mind control another, if someone were to threaten another, then...you wouldn't intervene?"
"Planeswalkers can run away easily," I pointed out. "That is the number one thing all governments tell their citizens when facing threats. Run away, let the police handle it. I am the Government, and I am the Police. Your only task is to run away and let me do my job. If you have grievances, then just go looking for a Sliver. They'll bring you to me."
"That's not how it should be," Nadia said, "We should come together instead. We should create a society, a Plane where we can all be together. Why haven't you tried that yet? It could work!"
"Why?" I asked. "Why would there be a need for a Plane when the only thing that will eventually stave off boredom is travelling? Stagnancy does not suit us, Nadia. It never did, and probably never will. You're still young, but one day..."
"This being young...if it's wrong then it's wrong, and maybe you need a young person to tell you when you are the one being wrong!" Nadia huffed, slamming both of her hands on the surface of the table as she stood up. "You're just a cranky old man who thinks he knows what's best for everyone, but you don't! And you've gotten worse too! Do you remember when you helped me and Jean save my father and Atlantis? Do you remember how you helped us all?"
I looked at Nadia with a small smile, "Yes, and now that you know that I could have done it all by snapping my fingers in less than ten seconds," I stood up in turn. "What do you think of me now, uh? Was I just playing around with you and Jean? Was I just enjoying watching you risk your lives for the secret of the Blue Water? Was I just..."
"You were just being our friend," Nadia answered with a bitter smile. "You were Shade and not...not the Tyrant. You have all the time in the world, but you act as if you're in a hurry, running away from something or someone eternally...you never stop, you never cease moving...once ,you would have stuck around a world for decades."
"Times change," I replied firmly, "And people change too. I have learned from my mistakes, Nadia. Perhaps it's time you start learning from yours."
Nadia chuckled bitterly, and shook her head. "Cherishing other people, even if they aren't Planeswalkers...that's not a mistake, Shade."
"See?" I answered with a small shrug. "Our views cannot coexist. Our paradises differ." I glanced at her, "I'm going to go find out why you were being hunted by two Planeswalkers, but don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you too, Nadia."
"I'm coming with you," Nadia said abruptly, eyes lit with determination.
"When was the last time you summoned a creature that wasn't an overgrown cat?" I asked in turn, only to find myself being pulled by Nadia out of the patisserie that doubled as a bar too. "And stop pulling!"
"I'm going to help," Nadia said, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You'll see, Shade. You just need to see the Planes in their wonder and joy. You just forgot, that's all."
I rolled my eyes, and then waited until she belatedly realized I was the one who knew where to go in order to pursue the duo of the Dahaka and the Kor woman.
For both of their Aetheric traces lead to one place.
Mustafar.
jaiveer00
Siding With Thanos
- Location
- The Beginning and The End
planeswalker vader?
Does engineer plague still work on Slivers I wonder? -1/-1 to all creature of a certain type seems really powerful in the current era.
- Location
- Illinois
But... Kryptonite.
C4d
Has approximate knowledge of many things.
- Location
- Germany
Planeswalkers like we have them here are so far beyond anything that exists in a singular plane that it would make no functional difference if Superman sparked or some random hobo from around around the corner, both would have the same chances against Shade.You are the Law and the Tyrant eh?
Then what would you do if the supremely OP and Hax beings of the fictional multiverses Sparked and wouldn't put up with your nonsense, a Planeswalker Kal-El perhaps, a Planeswalker Saitama, or maybe a Gag comic character Planeswalker would be a worthy challenge.
Your Eighth-Grader Syndrome is worsening, in the wonderful and awesome infinity, you choose to believe your might is unbeatable, but the power of Slivers and foreknowledge won't be enough will they?
Truly you remain the same oh mighty Tyrant as when you first Sparked, all you choose to perceive is under your control and according to your design, the things that would squash you and your hordes like bugs, well, they don't matter do they?
All playing aside, keep up the good work, your update speed and sense of timing is impeccable as always.
Have a nice day Shade and all your readers.
A fluff a day keeps the Garfield away
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
You forget, Planeswalkers are bullshit existences. Making himself immune to Kryptonite isn't that far out of Planeswalker Kal-El's reach.
- Location
- My house
Maybe if Planeswalker Superman had decades to centuries of experience with his new abilities but a newly Sparked Superman will be just confused and have no idea how to use his new abilities. Any Planeswalker worthy of the title can kill Superman. Sparked or not.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
That one manga disagrees.
Can't really remember the title tho'
- Location
- Somewhere
Particularly seeing as how one of his most notable weaknesses is magic.
- Location
- My house
He's affected by magic as much a normal person, but since he's pretty much invulnerable to any physical attack that's not enhanced by kryptonite it counts as a weakness.
TheLurker
Random Omnipotent Lazy-As-Fuck Being
- Location
- The space beyond the stars
Meh. Honestly she feels hopelessly naive to me. I have to agree with shade. When there are a thousand thousand thousand of the same person doing the same thing over and over and over with minor differences, who gives a shit if one dies? Planeswalkers on the other hand are meta-universal.
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
I see a lot of people saying there isnt much tension. While I do agree that Shadewalker is stupid overpowered, that seems to be the point of this story. A mary sue thats lived for so long and is so stupid powerful that everything seems boring now, and they get a jaded outlook on their endless life.
The reason I read this story is for the philosophical discussions Shadewalker has with his students. While Shadewalker's outlook isnt necessarily wrong, Nadia isnt wrong either. I feel like Shade really does have to learn how to be young again in this story, because their current lifestyle is a miserable way to live.
However, if Shadewalker makes it out of this story without learning or rediscovering anything from Nadia/Fuuka/whoever I will be very dissapointed.
EDIT: In summary, yes you cant save everyone and yes your friends will all eventually leave you through death or other means, but that doesn't mean you should ever stop caring for people. It's like the story of the man who threw starfish back into the sea. He couldnt save them all, but he made a difference in the lives of those that he could.
The reason I read this story is for the philosophical discussions Shadewalker has with his students. While Shadewalker's outlook isnt necessarily wrong, Nadia isnt wrong either. I feel like Shade really does have to learn how to be young again in this story, because their current lifestyle is a miserable way to live.
However, if Shadewalker makes it out of this story without learning or rediscovering anything from Nadia/Fuuka/whoever I will be very dissapointed.
EDIT: In summary, yes you cant save everyone and yes your friends will all eventually leave you through death or other means, but that doesn't mean you should ever stop caring for people. It's like the story of the man who threw starfish back into the sea. He couldnt save them all, but he made a difference in the lives of those that he could.
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