- Location
- Norfolk, England
So what makes you better than them?
Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
- Thread starter shadenight123
- Start date
- Crossover
So what makes you better than them?
4rt1ll3ry
Transhuman Cyborg in progress
Enormous amounts of power and non-brainwashed friends. Also Chuunibyou antics.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Self-delusion.
- Location
- Australia
Being Legendary!
Barney Stinson.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
Because they're optional infection rather than mandatory infection!
basically
anyway.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Damm elves.
Oh, and your inner chunni spread?
Time to use a special family technique.
Oh, and your inner chunni spread?
Time to use a special family technique.
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Chapter Fifty-Eight (Doctor Who)
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Fifty-Eight (Doctor Who)
The remnants of the summoned Elves died, and as the forests burned and were hungrily devoured by voracious fungi, my eyes shifted upwards to look at the beaming expression of Superbia, his flawlessly pearly-white triangular teeth shining as his entire body radiated joy. He was shivering inside his armor too, prancing around with glittering lights around his frame. He engulfed me in a warm hug, the steel that composed his armor shifting to allow his body glistening with muscles to appear. He struck a pose, and twitched his muscles at the same time.
"Father!" he exclaimed, "My heart shudders at the thought that vile and accursed beings-"
"Superbia, wear that armor. What did we decide about your armor?" I spoke flatly, my eyes glancing past him to the most safe scenery of burning trees and dying screams of elves. A lonely elf crawled towards his half-broken sword, and as I watched a Prime near him with calm and detached interest, I found myself having to avert my gaze due to Superbia once more. He flexed his arm's muscles like a Hercules of ancient times.
"That it must hide my beautiful muscles from the unworthy eyes of pathetic inferior creatures!" Superbia said happily, "But in front of your eyes, father, why should I hide my beauty!?"
"Superbia, get back in your armor," I said flatly, "Can't you have a bit of modesty like your brother Anthrax?"
Superbia shifted his pose, the armor slowly reforming to cover his frame. "As you wish, father dearest! My beautiful form must be carefully protected like a precious and delicate package! Too much sun and air might harm it!"
A spear of metal and fire came into existence from his open palm to pierce through an elf that had quietly managed to crawl his way behind me, the sword held in both of the elf's hands falling down as he exhaled his last breath with a splattering of blood leaving his mouth. I blinked, and carefully pinched the bridge of my nose. "I really preferred it when elves were an endangered species. Then again, Freyalise kind of lost it when I burned Skyshroud down to ashes."
"Father dearest did nothing wrong! These pathetic pointy-eared unworthy beings that dare raise their stubby fingers at him must die!" Superbia exclaimed as he waved the summoned spear around, throwing the now still corpse of the elf impaled on it into a fray of Thrums that were busy eating the carcasses. "They would not leave their crumbling homes, so father forced them out with his might and beauty! It was majestic!" Superbia's eyes shone with tears of joy. "Oh...when will our next great crusade start, father dearest!? When will we thump our boots upon the grounds of the inferior species and drive them to extinction, hearing the lamentations of their women!? When will-"
"Superbia...have you been eating too many elves recently?" I queried, only for him to cough and look sideways, "You know what eating elves does to you. No, in general, you know what eating sapient beings does to your sense of morality. The Hive is stronger than that."
Superbia abruptly knelt down, both hands touching the floor, "Please punish me father for I have sinned!" he moaned, "I will receive whatever form of punishment you see fit to bestow upon me! Exile? Hibernation? Having to eat high sugar contents until my beautiful muscles are hidden by slabs of fat? Tell me father, and I will submit myself to your authority and wisdom!"
I groaned and shook my head. "Why can't you do half-measures?" I grumbled as I neared and placed a hand on his crested head, rubbing it gently, "Go back to your mother's plane and wait for further instructions," I extended a hand to my side, and opened a rift, the twirling energies stabilizing within seconds to form a flawless glass-like entrance into the Sliver's home-plane.
Superbia nodded, before rising up to engulf me in a tight hug while emitting some raw noises of pleasure which made me shudder inwardly just as much as they made every other Sliver in nearby proximity shudder too, and then stepped through, his own Slivers following him soon after.
I closed the rift behind him and sighed, watching as Anthrax bobbed his lumpy body and drew closer. He lit up like a Christmas tree, delivering a barrage of emotional and sophisticated questions and answers which ended with him happily proceeding to slither away, the rest of the Slivers near him following him as a cloud of microscopic creatures.
I passed a hand through my hair, and then furrowed my brows as I saw it slick with blood. Near me, Slivers gathered mournfully as I calmly stared at the devastation wrought to the forest. I took a deep breath, and then I lowered a hand to the soil to concentrate. Mana blossomed from beneath my fingertips, and the forest died. Hungrily, it was consumed in its fierce might of fire and energy, until the last leaf of greenery was removed, leaving behind only a cracked and dead planet, where no life would ever be born again.
"We leave," I said as around us the ground quaked, the planet of Gallifrey dying with shudders that ripped apart whole continents. "We have nothing more to gain from this."
The Slivers obeyed and disappeared back within my body, or harmlessly returned to the home plane without a hitch. In the end, while it was highly possible that the Doctors had been a part of the conspiracy, they had already left this Plane. If everything went well, I'd find out where they had gone through Anthrax's Sliver plague soon enough, but until then, it was best to just return home.
The countless tendrils of Primes being born and modified welcomed me as large behemoth-sized Slivers worked tirelessly on them, shifting metallic plaques, forging new bio-engineered blades and crafting new forms of skin and muscle to aid the newly born into finding their purpose in the greatness of the Hive. The idyllic plane that had known nothing but peace and growth was now altered, for it was nothing less than a representation of the Hive's desires.
In peace, there were meadows and clear skies. In war, the sky turned red and rain made of blood fell down to feed the Slivers in wait for deployment. The Queen herself stood tall, looming over all the others with her eyes ablaze. Spikes grew from her body as the Slivers that had once happily played all over her now stood as her most fearsome guardians, ready to give their lives with as much ease as the batting of an eyelid.
Hive-Lords roared and Overlords skittered about, tendrils of Legions fluttering into the air. The Plane welcomed me as the Leylines blossomed with renewed energies, courtesy of Gallifrey's death.
We are wary of the dragon. The voice arrived rough and angry, like a whip having snapped in the air.
I nodded even as I sat down on a singularly empty patch of land in front of the Queen, my eyes closed as I propped my chin on the open palm of my hand. My mind wandered thus in turn, leaving the confines of my body to gaze into the eyes of the countless other Slivers of the plane, some of them abruptly shifting into towering constructions of bone and flesh, tendrils and talons rising in the air as psionic energies lashed out to seek past the walls of the Planes other Slivers, receiving and sharing information at the speed of thought.
"The Incubators are pursuing their own timelines," I mumbled, before suddenly freezing mid-thought.
I raised a hand atop my head once more.
It was slick with blood.
Uh...
I had left Yukibey behind?
Oh. Well.
Ahem.
He was just an incubator. I was sure there were countless others that could take his place, and I was sure he would be fine. He was practically immortal in his own twisted way, as were all other Incubators.
I could summon him back to my side, but I didn't want to waste the effort.
"So many awake are already blurring my sense of priorities," I muttered, shaking my head to clear it. The mumbling incessant chattering was making it hard to think properly, mostly due to the fact that when a thousand Slivers were brought up to be the perfect weapons, then all those near them would share the thoughts of those thousand, and in turn it would create a vicious feedback cycle. Once awoken, the war machine of the Slivers could not be halted so easily, at least as long as an enemy stood in sight.
My vision flew through the Planes, the tendrils of the Slivers my arms, their eyes my sight, their hearts my heartbeat. In the vast expanse of the Blind Eternities, holes were formed and closed as tiny Skeps pushed their way into the ground of unwary worlds, only to grow in size through the richness of the Mana and begin spawning from hibernating eggs their precious cargo.
The Slivers would never again suffer Genocide, because no matter the odds stacked against them, they would always survive.
Yet, even as I gleamed through their never-ending expansion, I reckoned a successor would be hard to find. Who could lead such a power without letting it overrun all of reality? Who could bridle might, and render it both the whip and the shield of beings that would never take no for an answer? Honestly, the daunting prospect wasn't the act of finding a successor, but it was the unfortunate realization that no matter who was picked for the job, their minds and thoughts would change, and be colored with the will of the Hive as a whole.
All were the Hive, and the Hive was all. Anger spread through all if one was angry, and sadness and grief would consume even the mightiest of Hive-Lords if the smallest cried in pain. Emotions were one of the many things that the Hive communicated with one another, and so even the most saint of men would be quite uneasy at trying to keep at bay countless hungry mouths.
One of the Latent Sparks under watch has awoken. The Queen's thoughts filtered through me, and I in turn pushed my mind to where she was pointing her psionic fingers, to a world that was...
...
"I guess I should go get her," I said abruptly, disappearing as fast as I could and tackling in the split-second of surprise the female figure right in front of me, spiraling her straight into the Plane of Dune faster than anyhow could say What the hell is going on!?
I coughed abruptly as I dusted the sand off my clothes, and then tried to flash a smile, only to have to abruptly dodge the incoming blows of a monstrous monster with long, dark blue hair and light hazel eyes.
Kurokami Medaka.
Please, stop rampaging.
I know Hitoyoshi Zenkichi just died in front of your eyes and you could do nothing to stop it, but kindly stop rampaging.
Those are my limbs you're removing.
I know I can grow them back, but still!
The remnants of the summoned Elves died, and as the forests burned and were hungrily devoured by voracious fungi, my eyes shifted upwards to look at the beaming expression of Superbia, his flawlessly pearly-white triangular teeth shining as his entire body radiated joy. He was shivering inside his armor too, prancing around with glittering lights around his frame. He engulfed me in a warm hug, the steel that composed his armor shifting to allow his body glistening with muscles to appear. He struck a pose, and twitched his muscles at the same time.
"Father!" he exclaimed, "My heart shudders at the thought that vile and accursed beings-"
"Superbia, wear that armor. What did we decide about your armor?" I spoke flatly, my eyes glancing past him to the most safe scenery of burning trees and dying screams of elves. A lonely elf crawled towards his half-broken sword, and as I watched a Prime near him with calm and detached interest, I found myself having to avert my gaze due to Superbia once more. He flexed his arm's muscles like a Hercules of ancient times.
"That it must hide my beautiful muscles from the unworthy eyes of pathetic inferior creatures!" Superbia said happily, "But in front of your eyes, father, why should I hide my beauty!?"
"Superbia, get back in your armor," I said flatly, "Can't you have a bit of modesty like your brother Anthrax?"
Superbia shifted his pose, the armor slowly reforming to cover his frame. "As you wish, father dearest! My beautiful form must be carefully protected like a precious and delicate package! Too much sun and air might harm it!"
A spear of metal and fire came into existence from his open palm to pierce through an elf that had quietly managed to crawl his way behind me, the sword held in both of the elf's hands falling down as he exhaled his last breath with a splattering of blood leaving his mouth. I blinked, and carefully pinched the bridge of my nose. "I really preferred it when elves were an endangered species. Then again, Freyalise kind of lost it when I burned Skyshroud down to ashes."
"Father dearest did nothing wrong! These pathetic pointy-eared unworthy beings that dare raise their stubby fingers at him must die!" Superbia exclaimed as he waved the summoned spear around, throwing the now still corpse of the elf impaled on it into a fray of Thrums that were busy eating the carcasses. "They would not leave their crumbling homes, so father forced them out with his might and beauty! It was majestic!" Superbia's eyes shone with tears of joy. "Oh...when will our next great crusade start, father dearest!? When will we thump our boots upon the grounds of the inferior species and drive them to extinction, hearing the lamentations of their women!? When will-"
"Superbia...have you been eating too many elves recently?" I queried, only for him to cough and look sideways, "You know what eating elves does to you. No, in general, you know what eating sapient beings does to your sense of morality. The Hive is stronger than that."
Superbia abruptly knelt down, both hands touching the floor, "Please punish me father for I have sinned!" he moaned, "I will receive whatever form of punishment you see fit to bestow upon me! Exile? Hibernation? Having to eat high sugar contents until my beautiful muscles are hidden by slabs of fat? Tell me father, and I will submit myself to your authority and wisdom!"
I groaned and shook my head. "Why can't you do half-measures?" I grumbled as I neared and placed a hand on his crested head, rubbing it gently, "Go back to your mother's plane and wait for further instructions," I extended a hand to my side, and opened a rift, the twirling energies stabilizing within seconds to form a flawless glass-like entrance into the Sliver's home-plane.
Superbia nodded, before rising up to engulf me in a tight hug while emitting some raw noises of pleasure which made me shudder inwardly just as much as they made every other Sliver in nearby proximity shudder too, and then stepped through, his own Slivers following him soon after.
I closed the rift behind him and sighed, watching as Anthrax bobbed his lumpy body and drew closer. He lit up like a Christmas tree, delivering a barrage of emotional and sophisticated questions and answers which ended with him happily proceeding to slither away, the rest of the Slivers near him following him as a cloud of microscopic creatures.
I passed a hand through my hair, and then furrowed my brows as I saw it slick with blood. Near me, Slivers gathered mournfully as I calmly stared at the devastation wrought to the forest. I took a deep breath, and then I lowered a hand to the soil to concentrate. Mana blossomed from beneath my fingertips, and the forest died. Hungrily, it was consumed in its fierce might of fire and energy, until the last leaf of greenery was removed, leaving behind only a cracked and dead planet, where no life would ever be born again.
"We leave," I said as around us the ground quaked, the planet of Gallifrey dying with shudders that ripped apart whole continents. "We have nothing more to gain from this."
The Slivers obeyed and disappeared back within my body, or harmlessly returned to the home plane without a hitch. In the end, while it was highly possible that the Doctors had been a part of the conspiracy, they had already left this Plane. If everything went well, I'd find out where they had gone through Anthrax's Sliver plague soon enough, but until then, it was best to just return home.
The countless tendrils of Primes being born and modified welcomed me as large behemoth-sized Slivers worked tirelessly on them, shifting metallic plaques, forging new bio-engineered blades and crafting new forms of skin and muscle to aid the newly born into finding their purpose in the greatness of the Hive. The idyllic plane that had known nothing but peace and growth was now altered, for it was nothing less than a representation of the Hive's desires.
In peace, there were meadows and clear skies. In war, the sky turned red and rain made of blood fell down to feed the Slivers in wait for deployment. The Queen herself stood tall, looming over all the others with her eyes ablaze. Spikes grew from her body as the Slivers that had once happily played all over her now stood as her most fearsome guardians, ready to give their lives with as much ease as the batting of an eyelid.
Hive-Lords roared and Overlords skittered about, tendrils of Legions fluttering into the air. The Plane welcomed me as the Leylines blossomed with renewed energies, courtesy of Gallifrey's death.
We are wary of the dragon. The voice arrived rough and angry, like a whip having snapped in the air.
I nodded even as I sat down on a singularly empty patch of land in front of the Queen, my eyes closed as I propped my chin on the open palm of my hand. My mind wandered thus in turn, leaving the confines of my body to gaze into the eyes of the countless other Slivers of the plane, some of them abruptly shifting into towering constructions of bone and flesh, tendrils and talons rising in the air as psionic energies lashed out to seek past the walls of the Planes other Slivers, receiving and sharing information at the speed of thought.
"The Incubators are pursuing their own timelines," I mumbled, before suddenly freezing mid-thought.
I raised a hand atop my head once more.
It was slick with blood.
Uh...
I had left Yukibey behind?
Oh. Well.
Ahem.
He was just an incubator. I was sure there were countless others that could take his place, and I was sure he would be fine. He was practically immortal in his own twisted way, as were all other Incubators.
I could summon him back to my side, but I didn't want to waste the effort.
"So many awake are already blurring my sense of priorities," I muttered, shaking my head to clear it. The mumbling incessant chattering was making it hard to think properly, mostly due to the fact that when a thousand Slivers were brought up to be the perfect weapons, then all those near them would share the thoughts of those thousand, and in turn it would create a vicious feedback cycle. Once awoken, the war machine of the Slivers could not be halted so easily, at least as long as an enemy stood in sight.
My vision flew through the Planes, the tendrils of the Slivers my arms, their eyes my sight, their hearts my heartbeat. In the vast expanse of the Blind Eternities, holes were formed and closed as tiny Skeps pushed their way into the ground of unwary worlds, only to grow in size through the richness of the Mana and begin spawning from hibernating eggs their precious cargo.
The Slivers would never again suffer Genocide, because no matter the odds stacked against them, they would always survive.
Yet, even as I gleamed through their never-ending expansion, I reckoned a successor would be hard to find. Who could lead such a power without letting it overrun all of reality? Who could bridle might, and render it both the whip and the shield of beings that would never take no for an answer? Honestly, the daunting prospect wasn't the act of finding a successor, but it was the unfortunate realization that no matter who was picked for the job, their minds and thoughts would change, and be colored with the will of the Hive as a whole.
All were the Hive, and the Hive was all. Anger spread through all if one was angry, and sadness and grief would consume even the mightiest of Hive-Lords if the smallest cried in pain. Emotions were one of the many things that the Hive communicated with one another, and so even the most saint of men would be quite uneasy at trying to keep at bay countless hungry mouths.
One of the Latent Sparks under watch has awoken. The Queen's thoughts filtered through me, and I in turn pushed my mind to where she was pointing her psionic fingers, to a world that was...
...
"I guess I should go get her," I said abruptly, disappearing as fast as I could and tackling in the split-second of surprise the female figure right in front of me, spiraling her straight into the Plane of Dune faster than anyhow could say What the hell is going on!?
I coughed abruptly as I dusted the sand off my clothes, and then tried to flash a smile, only to have to abruptly dodge the incoming blows of a monstrous monster with long, dark blue hair and light hazel eyes.
Kurokami Medaka.
Please, stop rampaging.
I know Hitoyoshi Zenkichi just died in front of your eyes and you could do nothing to stop it, but kindly stop rampaging.
Those are my limbs you're removing.
I know I can grow them back, but still!
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Sounds about right.
Eh, I dunno. From what I know, isn't she pretty weak, mentally?
Ando Owen
Yandere Illya is watching you.
- Location
- Montpellier
Medaka is a more complicated case than that. Sure, she is naive, idealistic, and the foundation of her identity lays on some childishly selfless conversation back when she was two. It doesn't prevent her from being a top-class shounen manga determinator. Her ego, her passion and her passion are all hers, and she has it in spades. She is a girl who unbrainwashed herself after being brainwashed.
In fact, having her take care of the Hive might actually help her with her issues. Getting subsumed into its consciousness early might be a risk, but it would be true for anyone, at least, Medaka has main character-class willpower.
Though she might lapse back into her old habits of treating her friends as barely more than extensions of herself, friends there being the slivers, making it likely justified.
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- Location
- America
Well I guess we could create a trinity like thing, with medaka being the warleader, claudia the administraor ,and fuuka the diplomat. Might work ,though in real life having three leaders never works. Though that's only because eventually either two guys kill the third, because one guy builds up his army in secret, or one guy poisons the others.
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Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
Specifically elves of the "Pillar" variety?
0w0 Shade Stahp!!!
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Ah, you'd like that, but it's fully 100% MtG canon.
Like, there are very few Planeswalkers out in that canon who are sympathetic, and some of them actually would serve prison time anywhere else.
Freyalise, to make an example, is a Xenophobic elf-lover. When you read on the MtG card "a bone broken for each twig snapped" in an elf card, that's not an exaggeration. Poachers of the forest are hunted as a sport, woodcutters killed, families burned out of their houses-and that's with a specific variety of elves (Lannowar and the other one whose name I now don't recall) while a *third* one does 'Beauty Hunts' by murdering all non-beautiful creatures. Which means anyone who's not an elf.
Like, chances are if you meet an Elf in MtG, you're just about to meet a Nazi.
Though considering just how many varieties and sub-varieties of elves there are, of course a lot more aren't like that...though you know, some kind-of stick out more than the rest.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
On one hand elven slaughter, good job by the way, and on the other her.
Honestly, I have know idea how to feel about this.
Honestly, I have know idea how to feel about this.
Ah, but who's to say that one of her many many skill is not the one to convince the world at large that she did not exist?
After all is it is said that "The greatest trick of Ajimu is to convince the world that she did not exist", no?
Because she just want to live an easy live or just want to pursue her project in peace.
Or because she is involved in a manner of Xanatos Gambit in which it is necessary for her to not be seen.
Who know?
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- Location
- St Louis
Well Superbia is now best character.
Chapter Fifty-Nine (Dune)
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Fifty-Nine (Dune)
Medaka had been howling the name of Zenkichi for hours. Admittedly, her Perses-mode of sorts was tough, but not that tough as to present a problem. My limbs regrew faster than she could rip them out, and in the end she fell down on her knees with tears freely wetting the red sands of Dune. Near us, even the Worms gave us a wide berth due to her presence. The Slivers within my body twirled and twitched, their distaste and disgust absolute.
I belatedly wondered why, only to realize that they despised her for no other reason than because if she were to ever become a part of the Hive, she would be subservient to everyone else, but not to the Hive's main purposes. Thus, she was the worst possible thing to eat. The Hive refused her with the strength of its entirety, and to such a union of desires, I couldn't help but acquiesce. Her strength was great, but past it...she had no worth.
"What do I do now?" Medaka whispered, "What do I do now?"
I stared at her, and then I clenched my fists. "Kurokami Medaka," I spoke, "You who are of service to others without a fault," I smiled at her, "Perhaps if the laws made by the authority had been properly respected, rather than those of an academy for freaks, then death battles wouldn't have been a feature of the school, and so in turn your Zenkichi wouldn't have died." I extended a hand towards her, "And now you have ascended, Kurokami Medaka. Beyond the realms of mankind and into the realms of Planeswalkers. I, the Tyrant, am the ruler of our race. To the likes of me, bringing back the dead is a small feat."
She slowly raised a hand to grip onto mine, and as I pulled her up, her tears began to dry up due in no small part to the heat of the planet itself. "So, Miss Kurokami, nothing in this world is free. If you wish for my aid, then I will request yours in turn. Serve me until your dying breath, that's my price. In exchange, I will bring back from the dead your precious Zenkichi. I won't call for you always, think of it as a part-time job as one of my enforcers. Teaching you how to be a Planeswalker will be included too."
"Uh?" Medaka blinked, before letting go of my hand to look at her own open palms. "Is this what you're referring to?" she asked next, red Mana already gathering copiously on her palms. She had formed a natural bond with the plane of Dune, gathering all of the Mana the world had to offer with ease. It was crackling lightning concentrated in her palms, just as much as blinding pure white light of order and judgment.
There was a reason I had her kept under watch after all, and it was her dangerous abnormality. Yet with Planeswalkers, she wasn't abnormal but just different. Every Planeswalker had an ability that was unique to them. Some were capable Pyromancers that could burn brighter than supernovas, others were strong mind-readers, and some had unique quirks or abilities. At the very least, she was no Najimi Ajimu.
Specifically because she wasn't her, she had been allowed to Spark.
Some monsters must be snuffed in the crib, after all. It is the only way to prevent the Planes from suffering ever-lasting damage from creatures beyond scale. If there is a wrongness in this entire mass of Planes, then it is for the possibility of granting even more power to already broken individuals.
"That is Mana, the energy of the world," I said as I quite calmly dissipated the Mana she had in her hands, letting it flow back into the Plane. "It gathers in leylines, which run as veins for the world's existence. Mountains, plains, islands, forests and swamps are naturally rich with Mana, but some specific locations can acquire mana of different colors due to their importance, or the acts done upon them," I gestured around us. "This is the Plane of Dune, where Red mana is rich and life is limited. It is the place where newly born Planeswalkers that might prove problematic are brought. Memorize this place. It is where you may fight to your heart's contents against children who have lost their righteous path."
"I didn't accept being your enforcer yet, aren't you putting the cart before the horses?" Medaka asked, though her eyes told a different story.
"Why not? You can no longer be normal, Medaka, nor try to become it. Your abnormality is now nothing but a speck of dust. Honestly? Even the strongest of abnormals is a fly when compared to the weakest of Planeswalkers. Since you've never been told that you're weak, let me be clear and crystalline," I chuckled lightly, "You're such a pitiful weak existence right now that I could use you to mop this planet's entire surface, have you chew on the dust of countless deserts, and force you to drink your own tears of pain for centuries to come. I have broken the likes of beings you don't even compare to, so do us both a favor and accept my offer while it's still kindly extended."
Medaka blinked precisely once, and then she sighed. "Is that so?" she asked, bringing a hand behind her head. "Definitely, bringing the dead back to life...I didn't know it was possible. All these things you're saying, while I understand them, acknowledging them is different. But if you can bring back Zenkichi from death, then it means I can do that too, right?" she neared a hand to her chest, "I feel it inside of me, this thing that crackles like lightning...I can feel it call to me, this Spark, isn't that right?" she looked around. "Instinctively, I know I can do the same. If we are the same race, then I should be able to do it too, right?"
I shrugged. "Theoretically speaking, you just need the right type of Mana and you'll probably manage to half-bake something that works. Though if you make a mistake, he'll probably come back to life only to rot to pieces once more." I stretched a bit, "You're free to make your choice, though unfortunately you are one such existence that I absolutely can't allow to stay unchecked. So, the laws of Planeswalkers are as follow. One, you must never kill another Planeswalker. Two, you must never ally with Phyrexia. Three, you must never ally with the Eldrazi." I brought up my index, middle and ring finger one after the other. "Will you obey these laws at the very least?"
Medaka raised both eyebrows, "Phyrexia? Eldrazi?" she inclined her head to the side. "I don't know them." She belatedly blinked again, a strange smile setting on her face. "I don't know them!" she looked kind of happy, giggling like a loon. "Zenkichi, once I bring you back to life, we must definitely learn more about them and everything else we don't know! There's a lot in this universe that we humans don't know yet, but I'm sure we'll discover a lot of interesting things!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. "Phyrexia is a realm where organic beings are born in vats and then compleated, their flesh replaced with machines. Phyrexians are not to be met, or learned of. They are to be annihilated. The Eldrazi are ancient world-eating monsters that have no other purpose but eating their fill. The knowledge on them is forbidden. Learn of the Elves if you really want, of dwarves, of magic, of the Planes of Ravnica and Kamigawa. There are libraries in the multiverse filled with countless tomes of knowledge long thought lost. Go there, explore there, and never bother yourself with Phyrexia or the Eldrazi."
I swallowed as the sands below our feet began to move, a tiny wind carrying the grains up in the air.
"Swear this to me on everything you hold dear, Medaka Kurokami, and I will let you go back to Zenkichi, I will even bring him back to life for you and let you free to do as you please because I will trust your judgment. However...if you do not swear this, I will have to kill you. And if I do that, then you will cease to exist. Snuffing out a Spark...every other interaction of you throughout the countless universes...they will cease to exist. Zenkichi will never have met you, no matter in what dimension, or parallel reality, or existence...he will never have met you. Can you withstand that, I wonder?"
Medaka thought about it. She thought about it long and hard, which for her it actually meant a few minutes, and then she gave her answer.
"All right," she said in a soft murmur. "I promise it on everyone and everything," she gave a solemn nod. "I promise it on my friends and on Zenkichi too. I promise it on my world and my existence. I promise, so..." she looked around awkwardly, "How do I go about leaving this place?"
I smiled, and then I laughed gingerly.
I raised a hand and the shimmering existences of Slivers that were hidden all around us revealed themselves, pulsing brains filled with Psionic energies and blue Mana abruptly cutting themselves off as the barrier that separated this world from the rest came less just that tiny bit necessary for me to open a portal back to Medaka's world.
"Let's go now," I said.
"Hey," Medaka said before stepping through the portal. "When you said parallel realities, you meant things like a reality where someone says 'Yes' instead of 'No' to a question too, right?"
"Yes," I replied with a shrug. "There are countless realities like that. Just like there are realities where men are females and viceversa, or where pigeons are high school students."
"I see..." Medaka whispered, "So there are many new things I have to learn."
She grinned as she stepped through, disappearing from sight.
I took a small breath, and then quite calmly summoned my Pennon blade.
"There won't be a second time," I whispered as my frame altered, scales and bones thickening as the signal for aid was sent. The Hive Fleets abruptly altered their course through the Planes, half a dozen million Slivers converging upon the one Plane that had to be sealed by the strongest Psions among the Hive.
Time changes everything, and foolish are those who do not understand it, for if they will not submit, then they must be destroyed.
There never was a third option, Kurokami Medaka.
I made that mistake more than once, and planes burned to cinders because of my decision to trust individuals who in the end betrayed my expectations. Five hundred years were all it took to change a good man into a demon worshiper, and two hundred changed a stalwart defender of lives into a blood-drinking abomination. I have seen innocents grow up to become cruel executioners, and heroes of countless Planes turn into stunningly cruel people.
Power corrupts, and so the only remedy against it is acknowledgment.
Power corrupts, and we accept that. We, the Hive, accept that Power will always corrupt people. We accept that people will do as they please, and it is only a matter of time before they do so. We determine thus that following the Laws is the one way to ensure a modicum of respect is kept. We cannot save all Planes, but if a Planeswalker exists upon a Plane, then he can't be killed, and so the Plane below him is hopefully spared.
We rule through might and fear, because arrogant egoistic people do not understand anything but the blood coughed from their mouths. Laws are kept and punishment is extreme, because anything else is just a minor inconvenience.
And secretly, we wipe off the existence of monsters that have no reason to be born, or that could pose a threat to the Hive.
We are the Ruler, we are the Hive, we are the Tyrant.
Thus, Kurokami Medaka, I must unfortunately beat you into submission like I did with Genryusei.
Don't worry, once it's over, I will return everything you've lost.
But the lesson must be taught.
If you will not kneel, then your kneecaps will be shattered to force you to kneel.
Medaka had been howling the name of Zenkichi for hours. Admittedly, her Perses-mode of sorts was tough, but not that tough as to present a problem. My limbs regrew faster than she could rip them out, and in the end she fell down on her knees with tears freely wetting the red sands of Dune. Near us, even the Worms gave us a wide berth due to her presence. The Slivers within my body twirled and twitched, their distaste and disgust absolute.
I belatedly wondered why, only to realize that they despised her for no other reason than because if she were to ever become a part of the Hive, she would be subservient to everyone else, but not to the Hive's main purposes. Thus, she was the worst possible thing to eat. The Hive refused her with the strength of its entirety, and to such a union of desires, I couldn't help but acquiesce. Her strength was great, but past it...she had no worth.
"What do I do now?" Medaka whispered, "What do I do now?"
I stared at her, and then I clenched my fists. "Kurokami Medaka," I spoke, "You who are of service to others without a fault," I smiled at her, "Perhaps if the laws made by the authority had been properly respected, rather than those of an academy for freaks, then death battles wouldn't have been a feature of the school, and so in turn your Zenkichi wouldn't have died." I extended a hand towards her, "And now you have ascended, Kurokami Medaka. Beyond the realms of mankind and into the realms of Planeswalkers. I, the Tyrant, am the ruler of our race. To the likes of me, bringing back the dead is a small feat."
She slowly raised a hand to grip onto mine, and as I pulled her up, her tears began to dry up due in no small part to the heat of the planet itself. "So, Miss Kurokami, nothing in this world is free. If you wish for my aid, then I will request yours in turn. Serve me until your dying breath, that's my price. In exchange, I will bring back from the dead your precious Zenkichi. I won't call for you always, think of it as a part-time job as one of my enforcers. Teaching you how to be a Planeswalker will be included too."
"Uh?" Medaka blinked, before letting go of my hand to look at her own open palms. "Is this what you're referring to?" she asked next, red Mana already gathering copiously on her palms. She had formed a natural bond with the plane of Dune, gathering all of the Mana the world had to offer with ease. It was crackling lightning concentrated in her palms, just as much as blinding pure white light of order and judgment.
There was a reason I had her kept under watch after all, and it was her dangerous abnormality. Yet with Planeswalkers, she wasn't abnormal but just different. Every Planeswalker had an ability that was unique to them. Some were capable Pyromancers that could burn brighter than supernovas, others were strong mind-readers, and some had unique quirks or abilities. At the very least, she was no Najimi Ajimu.
Specifically because she wasn't her, she had been allowed to Spark.
Some monsters must be snuffed in the crib, after all. It is the only way to prevent the Planes from suffering ever-lasting damage from creatures beyond scale. If there is a wrongness in this entire mass of Planes, then it is for the possibility of granting even more power to already broken individuals.
"That is Mana, the energy of the world," I said as I quite calmly dissipated the Mana she had in her hands, letting it flow back into the Plane. "It gathers in leylines, which run as veins for the world's existence. Mountains, plains, islands, forests and swamps are naturally rich with Mana, but some specific locations can acquire mana of different colors due to their importance, or the acts done upon them," I gestured around us. "This is the Plane of Dune, where Red mana is rich and life is limited. It is the place where newly born Planeswalkers that might prove problematic are brought. Memorize this place. It is where you may fight to your heart's contents against children who have lost their righteous path."
"I didn't accept being your enforcer yet, aren't you putting the cart before the horses?" Medaka asked, though her eyes told a different story.
"Why not? You can no longer be normal, Medaka, nor try to become it. Your abnormality is now nothing but a speck of dust. Honestly? Even the strongest of abnormals is a fly when compared to the weakest of Planeswalkers. Since you've never been told that you're weak, let me be clear and crystalline," I chuckled lightly, "You're such a pitiful weak existence right now that I could use you to mop this planet's entire surface, have you chew on the dust of countless deserts, and force you to drink your own tears of pain for centuries to come. I have broken the likes of beings you don't even compare to, so do us both a favor and accept my offer while it's still kindly extended."
Medaka blinked precisely once, and then she sighed. "Is that so?" she asked, bringing a hand behind her head. "Definitely, bringing the dead back to life...I didn't know it was possible. All these things you're saying, while I understand them, acknowledging them is different. But if you can bring back Zenkichi from death, then it means I can do that too, right?" she neared a hand to her chest, "I feel it inside of me, this thing that crackles like lightning...I can feel it call to me, this Spark, isn't that right?" she looked around. "Instinctively, I know I can do the same. If we are the same race, then I should be able to do it too, right?"
I shrugged. "Theoretically speaking, you just need the right type of Mana and you'll probably manage to half-bake something that works. Though if you make a mistake, he'll probably come back to life only to rot to pieces once more." I stretched a bit, "You're free to make your choice, though unfortunately you are one such existence that I absolutely can't allow to stay unchecked. So, the laws of Planeswalkers are as follow. One, you must never kill another Planeswalker. Two, you must never ally with Phyrexia. Three, you must never ally with the Eldrazi." I brought up my index, middle and ring finger one after the other. "Will you obey these laws at the very least?"
Medaka raised both eyebrows, "Phyrexia? Eldrazi?" she inclined her head to the side. "I don't know them." She belatedly blinked again, a strange smile setting on her face. "I don't know them!" she looked kind of happy, giggling like a loon. "Zenkichi, once I bring you back to life, we must definitely learn more about them and everything else we don't know! There's a lot in this universe that we humans don't know yet, but I'm sure we'll discover a lot of interesting things!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. "Phyrexia is a realm where organic beings are born in vats and then compleated, their flesh replaced with machines. Phyrexians are not to be met, or learned of. They are to be annihilated. The Eldrazi are ancient world-eating monsters that have no other purpose but eating their fill. The knowledge on them is forbidden. Learn of the Elves if you really want, of dwarves, of magic, of the Planes of Ravnica and Kamigawa. There are libraries in the multiverse filled with countless tomes of knowledge long thought lost. Go there, explore there, and never bother yourself with Phyrexia or the Eldrazi."
I swallowed as the sands below our feet began to move, a tiny wind carrying the grains up in the air.
"Swear this to me on everything you hold dear, Medaka Kurokami, and I will let you go back to Zenkichi, I will even bring him back to life for you and let you free to do as you please because I will trust your judgment. However...if you do not swear this, I will have to kill you. And if I do that, then you will cease to exist. Snuffing out a Spark...every other interaction of you throughout the countless universes...they will cease to exist. Zenkichi will never have met you, no matter in what dimension, or parallel reality, or existence...he will never have met you. Can you withstand that, I wonder?"
Medaka thought about it. She thought about it long and hard, which for her it actually meant a few minutes, and then she gave her answer.
"All right," she said in a soft murmur. "I promise it on everyone and everything," she gave a solemn nod. "I promise it on my friends and on Zenkichi too. I promise it on my world and my existence. I promise, so..." she looked around awkwardly, "How do I go about leaving this place?"
I smiled, and then I laughed gingerly.
I raised a hand and the shimmering existences of Slivers that were hidden all around us revealed themselves, pulsing brains filled with Psionic energies and blue Mana abruptly cutting themselves off as the barrier that separated this world from the rest came less just that tiny bit necessary for me to open a portal back to Medaka's world.
"Let's go now," I said.
"Hey," Medaka said before stepping through the portal. "When you said parallel realities, you meant things like a reality where someone says 'Yes' instead of 'No' to a question too, right?"
"Yes," I replied with a shrug. "There are countless realities like that. Just like there are realities where men are females and viceversa, or where pigeons are high school students."
"I see..." Medaka whispered, "So there are many new things I have to learn."
She grinned as she stepped through, disappearing from sight.
I took a small breath, and then quite calmly summoned my Pennon blade.
"There won't be a second time," I whispered as my frame altered, scales and bones thickening as the signal for aid was sent. The Hive Fleets abruptly altered their course through the Planes, half a dozen million Slivers converging upon the one Plane that had to be sealed by the strongest Psions among the Hive.
Time changes everything, and foolish are those who do not understand it, for if they will not submit, then they must be destroyed.
There never was a third option, Kurokami Medaka.
I made that mistake more than once, and planes burned to cinders because of my decision to trust individuals who in the end betrayed my expectations. Five hundred years were all it took to change a good man into a demon worshiper, and two hundred changed a stalwart defender of lives into a blood-drinking abomination. I have seen innocents grow up to become cruel executioners, and heroes of countless Planes turn into stunningly cruel people.
Power corrupts, and so the only remedy against it is acknowledgment.
Power corrupts, and we accept that. We, the Hive, accept that Power will always corrupt people. We accept that people will do as they please, and it is only a matter of time before they do so. We determine thus that following the Laws is the one way to ensure a modicum of respect is kept. We cannot save all Planes, but if a Planeswalker exists upon a Plane, then he can't be killed, and so the Plane below him is hopefully spared.
We rule through might and fear, because arrogant egoistic people do not understand anything but the blood coughed from their mouths. Laws are kept and punishment is extreme, because anything else is just a minor inconvenience.
And secretly, we wipe off the existence of monsters that have no reason to be born, or that could pose a threat to the Hive.
We are the Ruler, we are the Hive, we are the Tyrant.
Thus, Kurokami Medaka, I must unfortunately beat you into submission like I did with Genryusei.
Don't worry, once it's over, I will return everything you've lost.
But the lesson must be taught.
If you will not kneel, then your kneecaps will be shattered to force you to kneel.
- Location
- Home
He took on the job of making sure that race that could be described as a plague on reality and a race that makes Great Old Ones seem like pleasant company don't run rampant. It doesn't help that the people he's ruling don't care about not spreading the plague or releasing the abominations and generally act like spoiled children being told no.
If he has to be a jerk/dick/villain to make sure these things don't get out and make sure no one seeks them out then so be it.
- Location
- Somewhere
Yeah, honestly, if there was one fictional group of folks who almost wholly deserve a boot-heel on their necks forever, it'd be Planeswalkers . Especially gorram oldwalkers.