Angurvddel
I am Large. I contain Multitudes
Well I mean, we've known for a while. He married Isabella in his ZnT SI. This just confirms it. Shade likes the crazy.
Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
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Well I mean, we've known for a while. He married Isabella in his ZnT SI. This just confirms it. Shade likes the crazy.
Is Kratos a Planeswalker? And if so, how did Shade manage to deal with that particular problem-child?
SHADE: If you REALLY want to rid yourself all the pain you've inflicted upon yourself...and others, you yourself certainly now possess the means to achieve your life's ambition...though you'll have to lay off the Red Mana for a bit if you want to make any progress. If not, I hear Norway is nice this time of year!
YEARS LATER.
SHADE: Whoa! Kratos! Buddy! I'm going to be honest with you pal: the years have NOT been kind! Ready to take me up on my offer?
YEARS LATER.
SHADE: Whoa! Kratos! Buddy! I'm going to be honest with you pal: the years have NOT been kind! Ready to take me up on my offer?
orchamus
Caffeine King
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*stares*..........*STARES*...........well, that happened, EVERYONE OUT OF THE MULTIVERSE, an AJIMU IS LOOSE!!!
But seriously, cannot blame his, someone like Ajimu, so powerful, self assured, beautiful and old beyond belief, crying?....so mmmoooeeeeeee!!!!!!
But seriously, cannot blame his, someone like Ajimu, so powerful, self assured, beautiful and old beyond belief, crying?....so mmmoooeeeeeee!!!!!!
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I do have to go with @DiceOfStupidity here, what is preventing you from killing off those 2 threats?
She's basically almost like a Mary Sue who's aware that she's almost like a Mary Sue, and so HATES her own existence as one.
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I'm pretty sure she just asked to be dropped into the Blind Eternities.
Slivers are the inbred hicks of MtG
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Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
You forgot.
Slivers are the third worst pests/monsters kept particularly in check by their inability to traverse the Planes on their own.
Guess what would happen if you take out the two worse things and allow them to traverse the Planes.
Given that Shade hasn't already destroyed Phyrexia and the Eldrazi, I can only suppose that there is something preventing him from doing so. We'll find out later I imagine.
As for his new tag-along, the best idea is to find a high-powered yet realistic world to dump her off in where she can reasonably integrate. Given the specificity of his thoughts about her, I imagine he's actually already married and traveled with an alternate version of her.
What an irritating conundrum. This is why I prefer my multiverses to not have infinite repetitions of settings.
As for his new tag-along, the best idea is to find a high-powered yet realistic world to dump her off in where she can reasonably integrate. Given the specificity of his thoughts about her, I imagine he's actually already married and traveled with an alternate version of her.
What an irritating conundrum. This is why I prefer my multiverses to not have infinite repetitions of settings.
Ashaeron
Lurker in the Abyss
At least with the Eldrazi, it's probably a problem similar to Planeswalkers themselves; even if you want to eradicate all of them, how do you scour the Blind Eternities for them, and how do you kill them on their home ground. They've never been touched outside the Planes, and there are always going to be more of them as a result.
Phyrexia... it's probably a 'least harm right now' thing.
Phyrexia... it's probably a 'least harm right now' thing.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
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- Texas
Is it to late to nope out of the Multiverse?
Chapter Sixty-One (Earth-2016)
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Chapter Sixty-One (Earth-2016)
Akihabara, a district in the Chiyoda Ward of Tokyo, Japan, was filled with people. The center of Otaku culture, of maid cafes and everything else that could tickle the fancy of a male interested in anime and manga, it was also the one place where the fourth-wall breaker par excellence known as Najimi Ajimu would finally find her vindication, her paradise, and her somber realization of just how right she had been...and how wrong too.
"Come on in! We've got the best service and games, 'ttebayo!" a Naruto cosplayer said cheerfully, waving his arms and striking poses.
"Master, please take this flyer and come visit me, I'll die of loneliness without master's presence, pyon pyon~" a rabbit-eared maid-dressed girl said handing over flyers for the pet-maid cafe she worked at, making small jumps at the same time and smiling brightly whenever someone took a flyer from her hands. While the starting impact was of a I will protect that smile! the truth behind the person was quite more down to earth. She was just a high-school student doing a part-time job to get the money to top up her cellphone. She had been doing this job for a few weeks, and would stop after a couple of months.
The nearing lanky-looking man who took a flyer because it was thrust in his hands was secretly smitten with his neighbor, and would in the end marry a colleague of a far-away branch of his company met during a work meeting in one year and two months.
Even though it was trifling to see the strands of their futures and the actions they would take, I had at first followed them throughout their lives. The random act of luck, the pebble beneath the soles of their shoes that would slow them down seconds, that would make their futures spin and change for the better or the worst, I had done that. I had seen that. I had altered subtly, and sometimes roughly, their destinies.
Because I could.
Wars had been avoided because of a cough, and peace had shattered due to a sneeze.
"Beyond the Manga," Ajimu whispered, her left arm linked to my right one and holding on as if it were her anchor into this new world she was seeing. "We're finally beyond it. There are no heroes here, no contrived characters, no tropes, nothing but reality with its imperfections...it's beautiful." Tears of joy fell from her eyes as I quite calmly handed her a summoned handkerchief with the drawings of tiny chibi-looking Ajimus on it. She wiped her eyes with her free hand, and then excitedly began to pull me along towards the closest shop. It was packed with people of all sorts, but mainly the kind that believed that washing oneself once every four days was an acceptable compromise.
"This place stinks," Ajimu said happily, breathing it in with her nostrils flaring. Ah, right, she'd do something like that, wouldn't she?
The people nearby shifted awkwardly past her ethereally marvelous beauty, not really finding the courage to say anything to her. Even without my presence, most of them wouldn't say a word. With myself present and my eyes holding on to the equivalent glare of a saber-tooth tiger, they grew quiet all the more. "It's so nice to smell disgusting stuff finally," Ajimu continued with a crystalline laughter leaving her lips.
She stepped near the manga section, laughing as she looked at the cover of a specific manga. "Well then, Kumagawa." She grinned as she bent down to grab the manga in question, "I am free, and you are not." She flipped open the pages, giggling all the while until she belatedly realized there was a copy of her still inside the manga. "Uh, wasn't I supposed to disappear from the pages?"
I shrugged. "It doesn't work that way," I acquiesced. "There are countless worlds, and amidst these countless worlds some are the fiction of others, but others are the ones where said fiction is created and is nothing more. Admittedly, it is not as if the artist draws the manga and thus it is born, but more like the artist draws by random chance a world that exists."
"So...I had the laws of causality completely wrong?" Ajimu asked. "It isn't that someone's an overpowered hero because it makes sense for a manga, but a manga makes sense if it has an overpowered hero inside of it."
"A step further," I said. "Because you must consider worlds in which weak heroes make more sense in manga than strong ones."
"Excuse me," a middle-aged man said suddenly, "But you're bothering the customers," he added.
"Oh, apologies," I said in a softer voice, bowing my head. "Come on, Najimi, we can keep speaking about metaphysical concepts outside."
"I'll buy them," Najimi said instead, pointing at the entire row of the Medaka Box manga. "All of them." She added flippantly, flicking her hair behind her as she struck a princess-like pose. "You can carry them, right?" she turned towards me, a bright smile on her face.
"Just use one of your hammer-space skills," I replied quite flatly as the clerk gave me a puzzled look, to which I replied with a nod and pulled out my wallet filled with yen bills. He complied, heading to the cash register with the mangas in his arms. "Don't play the damsel in distress, because it doesn't suit your style."
"I see," Ajimu said, "Even if I leave a world behind, my skills will still work." She sighed.
"Want me to take them away?" I remarked, "Not like with Kumagawa's ability, but truly?" I hummed. "Being able to age, get wrinkles and die of old age, if that's your dream I can most certainly allow it." I paid the entirety of Ajimu's purchase, and then walked out of there with her in tow, having made all of the mangas disappear with what the shopkeeper would later think of as a neat magic trick, rather than an actual manifestation of manga-like powers.
"Allow it?" Ajimu asked. "Why the verb 'allow'?"
"Everything happens because I allow it," I remarked, "Not so differently from your situation. Though while you had only one loss, I had countless infinite losses and countless infinite victories. I guess even my defeats happened because I allowed myself to be defeated."
"Oh, I see," Ajimu said, having meanwhile filched out one of the mangas she had me purchase for her. "So this is what happened next. I see," she flipped through the pages, "Oh my, that Zenkichi really did a number. Even language users? Well, when you get to the point that you reach the top of power, going further is silly isn't it? Like, what's the point of being a planet-busting entity if you then reach galaxy-busting levels or universe-busting levels?"
"Yeah, why not directly be a Plane-Destruction entity," I said with a knowing nod. "If you start at the top, then there's no path further you can go for. Not even the Gods reach your level, and so it's quite the boring life, if only there weren't other Plane-Destruction capable entities to contend with..." I yawned. "But there is always a greater power, no matter how cheap of a plot progression point it is, that's the kind of truth you can never avoid."
"But not here," Ajimu said, making a spin and letting her traditional Japanese clothes twirl together with her. "Here there is no synopsis to quickly resume the entire story, there are no chapters, and no over-arching plots. There is no foreshadowing, no battle is fought with teen heroes having acquired powers for some contrived reason. This is the real world, the smells, the sweat, the imperfections on the skin and the impossibility to understand someone based on character types!" she giggled as she hugged my arm once more, throwing the manga she had read until then away. She beamed me a bright smile.
"Uh-uh," I acquiesced. "I know what that smile means, but I am a faithful family-man."
"Oh?" Ajimu blinked. "That so? Well, it's not my first time being refused," she sighed. "But how would you know what my smiles mean?"
"Some entities are kept under surveillance by me," I acquiesced. "Others are snuffed out in their entirety before they can as much as form a thought. When one entity appears that might prove dangerous to the entirety of the Planes, I intervene to destroy it before it can actually damage it. So, there was one such entity in the forms of a Planeswalker-Ajimu." I chuckled. "She proved tough, but in the end I managed to kill her. To make amends for it, I sought out the closest similar copy of her and proceeded to make her wishes come true."
Ajimu stopped walking, and I stopped in turn.
"I am not unique?" Ajimu whispered.
"No," I answered quite plainly. "The only unique Ajimu was the Planeswalker one, and she, I killed." I gave her a gentle smile. "You're a dime in a dozen billions Ajimus."
She awkwardly laughed, and then looked up at the sky. "I see," she whispered, and closed her eyes. "I waited billions of years for something different to happen...but to find out this...and to be told it in such a way...you don't know how to treat ladies one bit, do you?"
"I already know your answers," I replied with a shrug. "And I know what you'll say and do. You are a Character after all, or well, you were one until a short while ago."
She clenched her fists and then passed both of her hands through her hair. "I can't believe it," she whispered. "Can't believe it. All this time. All this time. Thinking I'd find my entertainment. Thinking I'd create something beautiful. Something new. I am just one in billions. A grain of sand. No, a grain of sand has purpose with the others to form a beach. I am a grain of sand who thinks she's an unique existence in a world of marble, because she's shiny. And then here comes a grain of gold shinier than the sand who has seen the beach. My, this humiliation. I must look pathetic. Childish. So naive. I..." she stilled as she received a hand on her forehead, gingerly rubbing her hair.
"It's all right," I answered. "We all believe we have worth, because if we didn't, we'd commit suicide. In the end though, we are all equally worthless and worthy. We are the ones who decide our own value, even if there are countless Ajimus, only the Ajimu in front of me can decide how much she is worth to herself."
"Was this what you told the other one?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered honestly enough. "She answered with This kindness is suffocating. Be more of a man and less of a father. I answered with I pick my own battles, and this isn't one of those I'm sure I can win."
Ajimu giggled, "What does it even mean?" she whispered.
"Who knows. It's what came to my lips after she said her sentence. It didn't need to make sense. We weren't in a manga where you've got only a limited amount of panels to make sense of events," I quipped quite calmly, stopping my head pat and proceeding to extend my hand in turn. "Would you like something to eat from a real maid cafe where the food is heated, and tastes okay but not really good? Or would you rather eat real Edo-Period ramen from the best chef of the whole of history? Would you like to visit the ancient real city of Atlantis, or gaze into the core of a dying supernova?"
"Did the other me do all those things?" Ajimu asked, and to that I nodded. "It must have hurt you too, didn't it?" she queried, "You did kill one of me, the one who was unique. And you told another me just so she could have all of her wishes made true...guilt is something I've never felt," Ajimu said, "Perhaps that was the problem?" she gently extended her own hand to grab mine, "Is it because guilt wasn't built in my character, you had no choice but to do that?"
"That was part of the problem," I said, "But only a part of it. Guilt can be taught, even to nigh-immortal and all-powerful individuals. But this...well, it does and yet doesn't concern you at the same time so...do you really wish to waste your time learning about stuff that you will never have to worry about?"
"Ah," Ajimu smiled coyly. "Is it something that I will never have to worry about, or something that you will make sure I will never have to worry about?"
I shrugged, "Both, neither, it's the same."
"No, no it isn't," Ajimu chuckled, starting to walk by my side as we headed past the district of Akihabara. "In my wisdom of age, I have discovered a lot of things. Have we been together for so long that you discovered all of my sides? I am more sided than a dodecahedron, am I not?"
"That you are," I said. "You're also extremely beautiful while wearing an apron and cooking dinner," I continued, "But make no mistake. A lot of things are non-repeatable, no matter how similar two things are, the emotions they bring will always be different."
"I didn't ask to go second," Ajimu huffed. "Is this how plates feel when they're used in succession? Do they feel cheated of going seconds, or thirds?"
I smiled sadly. "Carl?"
Carl's head emerged from my shoulder, and he spoke a singular number. "Two billions, four hundred ninety seven millions, eight hundred forty two thousands three hundred forty five," Carl then disappeared, leaving only us two to keep on walking along the street of Akihabara.
Only us, and the silence.
"What happens every time?" Ajimu asked.
"What happens every time," I continued quite gently. "I erase your memory of me once you are happy, and leave you in whatever dimension it is that makes you happy as an inhabitant of that world."
Ajimu's entire frame began to shake.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I loved you," I said. "Because I love every single shadow or copy of you equally. Thus...I cannot see you sad, and at the same time...I cannot lie to the first one, or cheat her, even after all this time," I laughed bitterly. "Which is amusing considering how we parted or why." I shook my head. "So, you're happy being in this real world, aren't you?"
"No," Ajimu said. "I'm not."
"Yes, yes you are," I said with a small smile. "Truly happy too, but... a lot of you are happy here, well, more like a dimension which is a carbon copy of this one if with slight adjustments, but..."
A thousand skills, and a thousand abilities, every single thing she could throw, she did in that split second between my 'but' and the following words, but it was too late, and too impossible for her to as much as reach my level. I had practiced billions of time after all, and so I knew each move, each ability, each skill, every single act she would thus do on that precise instant, and so I did.
I would never marry her a second a time.
The first one had been more than enough.
"...it is time I say my goodbyes."
Akihabara, a district in the Chiyoda Ward of Tokyo, Japan, was filled with people. The center of Otaku culture, of maid cafes and everything else that could tickle the fancy of a male interested in anime and manga, it was also the one place where the fourth-wall breaker par excellence known as Najimi Ajimu would finally find her vindication, her paradise, and her somber realization of just how right she had been...and how wrong too.
"Come on in! We've got the best service and games, 'ttebayo!" a Naruto cosplayer said cheerfully, waving his arms and striking poses.
"Master, please take this flyer and come visit me, I'll die of loneliness without master's presence, pyon pyon~" a rabbit-eared maid-dressed girl said handing over flyers for the pet-maid cafe she worked at, making small jumps at the same time and smiling brightly whenever someone took a flyer from her hands. While the starting impact was of a I will protect that smile! the truth behind the person was quite more down to earth. She was just a high-school student doing a part-time job to get the money to top up her cellphone. She had been doing this job for a few weeks, and would stop after a couple of months.
The nearing lanky-looking man who took a flyer because it was thrust in his hands was secretly smitten with his neighbor, and would in the end marry a colleague of a far-away branch of his company met during a work meeting in one year and two months.
Even though it was trifling to see the strands of their futures and the actions they would take, I had at first followed them throughout their lives. The random act of luck, the pebble beneath the soles of their shoes that would slow them down seconds, that would make their futures spin and change for the better or the worst, I had done that. I had seen that. I had altered subtly, and sometimes roughly, their destinies.
Because I could.
Wars had been avoided because of a cough, and peace had shattered due to a sneeze.
"Beyond the Manga," Ajimu whispered, her left arm linked to my right one and holding on as if it were her anchor into this new world she was seeing. "We're finally beyond it. There are no heroes here, no contrived characters, no tropes, nothing but reality with its imperfections...it's beautiful." Tears of joy fell from her eyes as I quite calmly handed her a summoned handkerchief with the drawings of tiny chibi-looking Ajimus on it. She wiped her eyes with her free hand, and then excitedly began to pull me along towards the closest shop. It was packed with people of all sorts, but mainly the kind that believed that washing oneself once every four days was an acceptable compromise.
"This place stinks," Ajimu said happily, breathing it in with her nostrils flaring. Ah, right, she'd do something like that, wouldn't she?
The people nearby shifted awkwardly past her ethereally marvelous beauty, not really finding the courage to say anything to her. Even without my presence, most of them wouldn't say a word. With myself present and my eyes holding on to the equivalent glare of a saber-tooth tiger, they grew quiet all the more. "It's so nice to smell disgusting stuff finally," Ajimu continued with a crystalline laughter leaving her lips.
She stepped near the manga section, laughing as she looked at the cover of a specific manga. "Well then, Kumagawa." She grinned as she bent down to grab the manga in question, "I am free, and you are not." She flipped open the pages, giggling all the while until she belatedly realized there was a copy of her still inside the manga. "Uh, wasn't I supposed to disappear from the pages?"
I shrugged. "It doesn't work that way," I acquiesced. "There are countless worlds, and amidst these countless worlds some are the fiction of others, but others are the ones where said fiction is created and is nothing more. Admittedly, it is not as if the artist draws the manga and thus it is born, but more like the artist draws by random chance a world that exists."
"So...I had the laws of causality completely wrong?" Ajimu asked. "It isn't that someone's an overpowered hero because it makes sense for a manga, but a manga makes sense if it has an overpowered hero inside of it."
"A step further," I said. "Because you must consider worlds in which weak heroes make more sense in manga than strong ones."
"Excuse me," a middle-aged man said suddenly, "But you're bothering the customers," he added.
"Oh, apologies," I said in a softer voice, bowing my head. "Come on, Najimi, we can keep speaking about metaphysical concepts outside."
"I'll buy them," Najimi said instead, pointing at the entire row of the Medaka Box manga. "All of them." She added flippantly, flicking her hair behind her as she struck a princess-like pose. "You can carry them, right?" she turned towards me, a bright smile on her face.
"Just use one of your hammer-space skills," I replied quite flatly as the clerk gave me a puzzled look, to which I replied with a nod and pulled out my wallet filled with yen bills. He complied, heading to the cash register with the mangas in his arms. "Don't play the damsel in distress, because it doesn't suit your style."
"I see," Ajimu said, "Even if I leave a world behind, my skills will still work." She sighed.
"Want me to take them away?" I remarked, "Not like with Kumagawa's ability, but truly?" I hummed. "Being able to age, get wrinkles and die of old age, if that's your dream I can most certainly allow it." I paid the entirety of Ajimu's purchase, and then walked out of there with her in tow, having made all of the mangas disappear with what the shopkeeper would later think of as a neat magic trick, rather than an actual manifestation of manga-like powers.
"Allow it?" Ajimu asked. "Why the verb 'allow'?"
"Everything happens because I allow it," I remarked, "Not so differently from your situation. Though while you had only one loss, I had countless infinite losses and countless infinite victories. I guess even my defeats happened because I allowed myself to be defeated."
"Oh, I see," Ajimu said, having meanwhile filched out one of the mangas she had me purchase for her. "So this is what happened next. I see," she flipped through the pages, "Oh my, that Zenkichi really did a number. Even language users? Well, when you get to the point that you reach the top of power, going further is silly isn't it? Like, what's the point of being a planet-busting entity if you then reach galaxy-busting levels or universe-busting levels?"
"Yeah, why not directly be a Plane-Destruction entity," I said with a knowing nod. "If you start at the top, then there's no path further you can go for. Not even the Gods reach your level, and so it's quite the boring life, if only there weren't other Plane-Destruction capable entities to contend with..." I yawned. "But there is always a greater power, no matter how cheap of a plot progression point it is, that's the kind of truth you can never avoid."
"But not here," Ajimu said, making a spin and letting her traditional Japanese clothes twirl together with her. "Here there is no synopsis to quickly resume the entire story, there are no chapters, and no over-arching plots. There is no foreshadowing, no battle is fought with teen heroes having acquired powers for some contrived reason. This is the real world, the smells, the sweat, the imperfections on the skin and the impossibility to understand someone based on character types!" she giggled as she hugged my arm once more, throwing the manga she had read until then away. She beamed me a bright smile.
"Uh-uh," I acquiesced. "I know what that smile means, but I am a faithful family-man."
"Oh?" Ajimu blinked. "That so? Well, it's not my first time being refused," she sighed. "But how would you know what my smiles mean?"
"Some entities are kept under surveillance by me," I acquiesced. "Others are snuffed out in their entirety before they can as much as form a thought. When one entity appears that might prove dangerous to the entirety of the Planes, I intervene to destroy it before it can actually damage it. So, there was one such entity in the forms of a Planeswalker-Ajimu." I chuckled. "She proved tough, but in the end I managed to kill her. To make amends for it, I sought out the closest similar copy of her and proceeded to make her wishes come true."
Ajimu stopped walking, and I stopped in turn.
"I am not unique?" Ajimu whispered.
"No," I answered quite plainly. "The only unique Ajimu was the Planeswalker one, and she, I killed." I gave her a gentle smile. "You're a dime in a dozen billions Ajimus."
She awkwardly laughed, and then looked up at the sky. "I see," she whispered, and closed her eyes. "I waited billions of years for something different to happen...but to find out this...and to be told it in such a way...you don't know how to treat ladies one bit, do you?"
"I already know your answers," I replied with a shrug. "And I know what you'll say and do. You are a Character after all, or well, you were one until a short while ago."
She clenched her fists and then passed both of her hands through her hair. "I can't believe it," she whispered. "Can't believe it. All this time. All this time. Thinking I'd find my entertainment. Thinking I'd create something beautiful. Something new. I am just one in billions. A grain of sand. No, a grain of sand has purpose with the others to form a beach. I am a grain of sand who thinks she's an unique existence in a world of marble, because she's shiny. And then here comes a grain of gold shinier than the sand who has seen the beach. My, this humiliation. I must look pathetic. Childish. So naive. I..." she stilled as she received a hand on her forehead, gingerly rubbing her hair.
"It's all right," I answered. "We all believe we have worth, because if we didn't, we'd commit suicide. In the end though, we are all equally worthless and worthy. We are the ones who decide our own value, even if there are countless Ajimus, only the Ajimu in front of me can decide how much she is worth to herself."
"Was this what you told the other one?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered honestly enough. "She answered with This kindness is suffocating. Be more of a man and less of a father. I answered with I pick my own battles, and this isn't one of those I'm sure I can win."
Ajimu giggled, "What does it even mean?" she whispered.
"Who knows. It's what came to my lips after she said her sentence. It didn't need to make sense. We weren't in a manga where you've got only a limited amount of panels to make sense of events," I quipped quite calmly, stopping my head pat and proceeding to extend my hand in turn. "Would you like something to eat from a real maid cafe where the food is heated, and tastes okay but not really good? Or would you rather eat real Edo-Period ramen from the best chef of the whole of history? Would you like to visit the ancient real city of Atlantis, or gaze into the core of a dying supernova?"
"Did the other me do all those things?" Ajimu asked, and to that I nodded. "It must have hurt you too, didn't it?" she queried, "You did kill one of me, the one who was unique. And you told another me just so she could have all of her wishes made true...guilt is something I've never felt," Ajimu said, "Perhaps that was the problem?" she gently extended her own hand to grab mine, "Is it because guilt wasn't built in my character, you had no choice but to do that?"
"That was part of the problem," I said, "But only a part of it. Guilt can be taught, even to nigh-immortal and all-powerful individuals. But this...well, it does and yet doesn't concern you at the same time so...do you really wish to waste your time learning about stuff that you will never have to worry about?"
"Ah," Ajimu smiled coyly. "Is it something that I will never have to worry about, or something that you will make sure I will never have to worry about?"
I shrugged, "Both, neither, it's the same."
"No, no it isn't," Ajimu chuckled, starting to walk by my side as we headed past the district of Akihabara. "In my wisdom of age, I have discovered a lot of things. Have we been together for so long that you discovered all of my sides? I am more sided than a dodecahedron, am I not?"
"That you are," I said. "You're also extremely beautiful while wearing an apron and cooking dinner," I continued, "But make no mistake. A lot of things are non-repeatable, no matter how similar two things are, the emotions they bring will always be different."
"I didn't ask to go second," Ajimu huffed. "Is this how plates feel when they're used in succession? Do they feel cheated of going seconds, or thirds?"
I smiled sadly. "Carl?"
Carl's head emerged from my shoulder, and he spoke a singular number. "Two billions, four hundred ninety seven millions, eight hundred forty two thousands three hundred forty five," Carl then disappeared, leaving only us two to keep on walking along the street of Akihabara.
Only us, and the silence.
"What happens every time?" Ajimu asked.
"What happens every time," I continued quite gently. "I erase your memory of me once you are happy, and leave you in whatever dimension it is that makes you happy as an inhabitant of that world."
Ajimu's entire frame began to shake.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I loved you," I said. "Because I love every single shadow or copy of you equally. Thus...I cannot see you sad, and at the same time...I cannot lie to the first one, or cheat her, even after all this time," I laughed bitterly. "Which is amusing considering how we parted or why." I shook my head. "So, you're happy being in this real world, aren't you?"
"No," Ajimu said. "I'm not."
"Yes, yes you are," I said with a small smile. "Truly happy too, but... a lot of you are happy here, well, more like a dimension which is a carbon copy of this one if with slight adjustments, but..."
A thousand skills, and a thousand abilities, every single thing she could throw, she did in that split second between my 'but' and the following words, but it was too late, and too impossible for her to as much as reach my level. I had practiced billions of time after all, and so I knew each move, each ability, each skill, every single act she would thus do on that precise instant, and so I did.
I would never marry her a second a time.
The first one had been more than enough.
"...it is time I say my goodbyes."
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
She's the one who left him for a younger guy wasn't she.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Wait, are you telling me Shadewalker's actually a sailor moon villain?
All these genocides, all this edge, all of this...
Just because of a bad breakup?
All these genocides, all this edge, all of this...
Just because of a bad breakup?
It sounds like this is his hobby
- Location
- Poland
I'm not sure if I remember right but I think there was something about extending that girl/woman life and Ajimu would not need it.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Well.
Anybody up for noping?
Anybody up for noping?
- Location
- Elsewhere
That was a very rough Flu Season.
"So, what do you guys do for fun?"It sounds like this is his hobby
"I jog every day."
"I build models."
"I find extra-dimensional copies of my ex-wife and set them up in happy lives before leaving them."