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Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]

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I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that's ShadeWalker's legit kid with that Tessa person, and not a sliver. He probably hid them so Bolas couldn't find them.
 
Please tell me that's not actually Shade's kid, because if he is, they're going to use him against Shade when he wakes up.
 
Oh hell.
Rito, I really hope that there is still some part of you that remembers your humanity, because if you take that kid to the other Planeswalkers, he won't survive.
 
I hope the Planewalsers will be smart enough to not use that kid against Shade.

Shade is chill, an asshole but chill. He only defends himself and only goes after walkers who breaks his rules. If they use Shade's kid against him he'll be fucking livid and they're all fucked.
 
"You want to hold hostage the child of the Tyrant? The same guy who killed Phyrexia and all of the Eldrazi inside of ten minutes, then fought Nicol Bolas to a stand still right after?"

"Yes!"

"I like this plan, this is a good plan, I am excited to be a part of this plan."
 
Using shade's kid plan is the kind of plan that's only funny to watch from a distance, too bad that several planes over is still inside the radius that divides unsafe from minimal safe distance.
 
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Chapter Seventy-Six (Zendikar)
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    • Chapter Seventy-Six (Zendikar)

    General-Commander Tazri had been hard at work rebuilding the civilization and reclaiming the lands lost to the enemies. The Phyrexians' defeat had been assured, but even so the land they had corrupted needed to be cleansed. The halo around her neck glinted softly as she stared at the countless maps on the large table in front of her. Most of the Planeswalkers that had aided in the defense of Zendikar had already left, hailed as heroes as a monument to their bravery would be raised soon enough.

    From the main base of Sky Rock, overseeing the construction efforts, Tazri could with one glance stare into the horizon at the Sea Gate on one side and at the sky ruin of Emeria on the other. Refugees that had flocked to the safe base had already departed hoping to find their homes if not intact, at least easy to rebuild. Hope had blossomed in the hearts of the weary, and the general upbeat mood of people easily made its way up.

    Tazri did not know who the Tyrant was, or why the Planeswalkers celebrated his disappearance. She knew she had taken over the role of Commander General as Gideon had ceded it to her. She knew command would not see her bow, and she was willing to work hard at her new rank.

    Now, the new trouble in front of her threatened the delicate peace that had been established.

    Gideon had told her of the Tyrant's rules, and of how he had been the one responsible for the destruction and constant war on Zendikar. She hadn't lived a single day without war. She had been born in war, she had clutched with her hands a sword to battle Eldrazi, and she had killed an angel out of mercy rather than let her fall into the claws and teeth of Eldrazi spawns or Phyrexians' reapers.

    She had never looked back.

    Even though killing an Angel would curse you, she had never looked back. She had done the right thing, so if the string of bad luck followed her wherever she went, then it was all right. She'd take it as yet another hurdle to overcome.

    "Why did you bring him here?" she asked next, looking down at the white-haired and red-eyed child who seemed to be keenly sucking on a sweet. He didn't look one bit as dangerous or as terrifying as the Planeswalkers that had reeled him in felt he was. It was subtle, but she could recognize the nervousness of men ready to battle from those actually relaxed. Not that the duo of Planeswalkers had been anything but helpful, but suddenly finding something like that kid and considering the implications...even if she didn't know all of the story behind it, it was enough to make her pause.

    "Where else were we supposed to bring him, Taz-chan?" Kaito said with a lopsided grin. Tazri still did not know what the chan addition to her name meant, and she had her doubts that the Planeswalker was sane of his mind to begin with, but she didn't voice that opinion.

    "Directly to Gideon or Nissa?" Tazri replied. She glanced at Rito's stiffening shoulders. "Do notice that this time, if you slip on the perfectly solid stone beneath your feet, I will stab you."

    "It was an accident," Rito mumbled, ashamed of himself as he looked away.

    "An accident that saw you cartwheel past five people, slip beneath the legs of four others, tumble your way over a chasm and that ended up with your face planted between my legs is not an accident," Tazri said. "It's a curse, one that you should get fixed."

    "I'm telling him to fix his itches and urges with a daily base," Kaito groaned, "But does he listen? No, he doesn't listen."

    "My daddy can help with curses," the kid piped in, looking up to the trio gathered inside the General-Commander's tent. "He helps people," he added with a bright smile. "He's the coolest dad ever."

    The duo of Planeswalkers shared a glance.

    "Right," Tazri said, "So, how about you go call Gideon," she pointed at Rito, "And you go call Nissa," she glanced at Kaito, "While I add to my incredible long and complicated list of things to do keeping an eye on this kid..." she tailed off, "What's his name anyway?"

    "I don't have one," the kid said. "Dad said he'd give me one when I woke up again, but he wasn't the one who woke me up, so...I don't know," he sheepishly scratched the side of his cheek, "They woke me up knocking at the door," he added, pointing at the duo.

    "Oh, can we call him Rabbit-kun?" Kaito said. "He looks just like a rabbit."

    "I think it's best we use that as a nickname," Tazri said. "So, how about it? Do you like the name Rabbit?"

    The kid furrowed his brows, "Sure!" he said in the end with a small grin. "But...what's a rabbit?"

    Rito twitched his fingers as green mana gathered on the palm of his hand. The next second, a white and fluffy rabbit with red eyes appeared on his palm. "This is a rabbit," he said, gingerly handing it over as the kid's awed face melted into a bright smile capable of soothing all wounded hearts in the world.

    "It's so cool!" he exclaimed with a grin, "And so soft!" he said next as he hugged it. "I'll call you Whitey the White Wabbit," he continued. "Wabbit!" he giggled, rubbing the side of his cheek against the creature's soft fur.

    "I want a child," Tazri said abruptly, misty-eyed. "I want a child just like him," she continued.

    "Just how far did the apple fall from the tree? Did someone throw the apple with a rocket launcher or what?" Kaito muttered in turn, shaking his head in disbelief. "Anyway! I'm off to get Gideon."

    "I said you have to go get-" Tazri's next words fell flat as the Planeswalker disappeared into thin air. Tazri turned towards Rito, and Rito unashamedly sighed and went his own way.

    "Do you know where my mommy is?" the newly named Rabbit asked, looking up towards Tazri with wide eyes and a hopeful expression. The rabbit in his arms twitched its ears.

    Tazri felt as if the weight of the years had just then made itself known on her shoulders.

    Hopefully, this would all be out of her hands soon.
     
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    "I'll call you Whitey the White Wabbit," he continued. "Wabbit!" he giggled, rubbing the side of his cheek against the creature's soft fur.
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    Shade: It's Wabbit season!

    SoTyrant is gonna wake up due to his paternal instincts tingling, think the Rebels killed his son then rage and go on a long war with them. Until he duels his son in a high area, chops off his arm and reveals he is his father while asking him to rule the Multiverse with him.

    ..... Huh, I think I am on to something here.
     
    ...y'know i just had a thought, how the fuck would dragonball's Omni King fit in with MTG lore? He's a native creature seemingly on par with most planeswalkers if the "able to erase realities with a blink" comment is taken seriously.
     
    Chapter Seventy-Seven (Trigun)
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    • Chapter Seventy-Seven (Trigun)

    The dingy bar was filled with noise and people. Outside, sand dominated the landscape. If it wasn't for the hellish planet's nature, it would have looked no different than a typical Far West town of the past. The place wasn't bad. Sometimes it even rained, perhaps due to the nature of the new arrival. The green-eyed man that cleaned the bar counter and was also the owner of the join was known as the Master of Death, and while he had no bounty on his head, there was an unspoken aura of danger around his frame.

    This didn't stop people from trying to mess with him.

    It did stop them from ever trying again.

    "I can't believe you don't know where he is," the dark haired woman said angrily, "From one dangerous folk to another, you should know where he was!"

    The Master of Death shook his head. "I do not really bother with the affairs outside of my bar," he said. "Might I offer you a drink, or something to eat, Miss Stryfe?"

    By Meryl Strife's side, her colleague Milly was already wolfing down a large pudding covered with large doses of syrup. She was moaning in pleasure, more than once making the nearby customers uncomfortable as they scuttled away. Nobody dared to raise their voice. If the owner of the bar wasn't bothered, then neither were they.

    "No, thank you," Meryl said as she waited for her colleague to finish her pudding. Until she did, it would be folly to try to pull her away. Her eyes went to the crowd gathered at the bar. While normally in small towns and villages bar were filled with nothing but burly and dusty men with sour looks and harlots, this bar had a different air to it. Sure, there was the usual crowd, but mixed with them was a wholly different group of people. Some of them had definitely abused the aid of plastic surgeons to get their ears sharper, and a couple more instead had gone for a full body treatment, taking on shapes she hadn't known were possible.

    A large towering lion-like humanoid drank from a large bowl-like ceramic glass a transparent liquid, while a bit of a distance away a lizard-like creature grumbled as he messily ate raw meat without care. It was a jarring place, but Meryl's eyes slowly found themselves fixed on a spiky blond figure. The face was a bit off, but it did resemble Vash's bounty paper somewhat.

    "Strange gathering of folks here," Meryl said. "Any reason behind it?"

    "I make a good Pornstar Martini," the bartender said without batting an eyelid. "And my White Lady is to die for, which is where my nickname comes from," he continued.

    "Wasn't your nickname due to the cataclysm you caused a couple of centuries back?" a young man asked a short distance away, sitting at the bar counter with a lopsided grin and five empty Whiskey bottles by his side.

    "It was less of a cataclysm and more of a really dangerous thing to do," the green-eyed bartender replied with a bitter smile. "Everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes...those mistakes are big enough to warrant being called cataclysms."

    Meryl furrowed her brows, glancing from one man to the other. "What are you talking about?"

    "Nothing of importance," the bartender shrugged. "I'm cutting you off if you keep blabbering your mouth, Eddie."

    "I don't think something referred to as a cataclysm isn't important," Meryl said, "Especially if it concerns the insurance part of it."

    The Master of Death simply laughed, shaking his head. "Ah, no, no insurances had to be paid for that thing. It was just a bad day for everyone, nothing of importance," he gave his back to Meryl, "How about a drink on the house?"

    Meryl's eyes narrowed, "So you can poison it?"

    "I never poison my drinks," the bartender replied. "It makes for poor business advertisement. Also, I don't need to poison my drinks to kill someone."

    Meryl sat at the counter, Milly still busying herself with the pudding that seemed to simply have no end. "Just how much pudding did you even order, Milly?" Meryl asked, only for her partner to grin as she kept eating, happily humming along.

    "She asked for enough pudding to fill her stomach," the bartender said as he turned, a pearly white drink in his right hand, "I merely complied with her request. And here for you, a White Lady," he smiled as he placed the cocktail in front of her.

    Meryl eyed the drink warily, before smirking and taking it with her right hand, drinking it in one swift gulp. She sighed, "It's good, I guess," she said in the end.

    "Only good?" The bartender's shoulders slumped down. "I guess I still have a long way to go for a lady of such refined tastes," he smiled after a few seconds, "So..."

    The bar doors swung open with a strong snap, a hulking figure barging in with eyes aglow. The bar's murmurs died as the figure took a step inside, two strange creatures with talons and claws slithering in by his side. He walked with purpose towards the bar counter, the bartender having somehow managed to get an empty glass to polish in his hands.

    The burly figure was covered by a thick trench coat and a large hat, the two strange creatures slowly coiling themselves one per shoulder. The voice was raspy, and guttural.

    "The strongest you have," he spoke.

    "You are scaring the customers," the bartender replied.

    "Good," the hulking figure said, "It means they have not forgotten."

    The bartender turned to prepare a drink. The hair at the back of Meryl's neck began to rise as the large figure turned to look at her. In the pit of the glowing eyes, she was sure there was no Vash the Stampede hiding behind the angry gaze.

    "Are you here for a reason other than scaring my customers away?" the bartender asked as he turned around with a large barrel filled to the brim with a bubbling dark liquid that seemed to reek of pure alcohol mixed with a hint of some sweet thing that felt oily to the nostrils, and stuck to the tongue even without having drank a single drop of it.

    "Father used to say you were the person to go to if one needed to hide," the man said as he grabbed the barrel with both hands. "Or if one needed to find someone, or speak to someone who has long since died."

    "You must truly be desperate to come to me for aid," the bartender replied with a knowing nod. "What makes you think I'd help?"

    The hulking man drank the whole barrel in a few swift gulps, before dropping the empty container on the floor by his side. "Because whether you approve of his methods or not, a Multiverse without father can only head towards its own destruction," his eyes glowed. "Hate him, despise him, feel disgust at him, but in the end, Father did what he had to do because there was no one else willing to do it. Also, you owe him one, do you not?"

    "He even told you that?" the bartender muttered, "Fine," he acquiesced. "What do you want from me? If it's finding out who kidnapped him, if I knew, I wouldn't be dallying around here."

    "Only someone who had a history with father would be mad enough to come between him and the dragon, and while I was born centuries after he first Planeswalked, there is someone who knew him before that time." The man stood up, "Retracing his steps is perhaps the only thing I can do."

    "How long of a time are we talking about?" the bartender asked.

    "Twenty thousand years, give or take," the man said, much to the whistling of surprise.

    "I knew he was old, but I didn't know he was that old," the Master of Death said. He then turned towards the rest of the gathered men and women, some of which had begun to stand up, their fists clenched and their eyes oddly determined. "Now, now you youngsters, stay put, will you?"

    "You can't be seriously thinking of helping one of the Tyrant's children!" a young woman yelled, nasty scars covering her face.

    "I'm not seriously thinking of doing anything," the Master of Death said as he calmly summoned forth a wand from thin air. His green eyes narrowing. "I am going to seriously help." He smiled, and then a blast of concussive force sent everyone beyond the counter to fly against the wall, past it, and roll on the sands as the bartender gave a curt nod to the hulking man, before disappearing in thin air with him in tow.

    Meryl watched in disbelief the destruction done at the bar, and then turned towards Milly who happily finished the pudding in front of her.

    "Seconds please!" she said with a chirp, extending her empty bowl in front of her.

    Without a word, and without reason, the bowl filled itself again to the brim.

    As if by magic.
     
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