Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
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Go forth, young(?) father, for Asura smiles upon ye.
Retrieve thy child, for happy family bonding.
Can anyone clarify for me why exactly so many planeswalkers despise Tyrant/Shade? I mean, evidently he's not been a very nice guy but way too many planeswalkers appear to regard him as this super big bad, despite the fact that there are plenty of beings in the MtG universe that are far, far worse. I mean, Jace said that they'd ask the Dragon for help if Shade refused and that guy's absolutely awful even by comparison.
Jerry Finch
Stupid but lucky.
- Location
- Slightly closer than you would be comfortable with
Because sometimes people are just too Lawful Stupid for their own good. Or they think they're more clever than they are, in Jace's case. All truth be told they're a group of people who stand opposed to Shade on the matter of principle and ideology, people (in one form of the term or another) who think in terms of morality in as much as practicality. That said, the "Council" knows where they stand. They think they have some leverage with Shade but in truth they're nothing more than one of those things he's seen before, will see again, and likely considered just a passing moment in a sea of immortality. To clarify, he did in a day with an ounce of effort what the whole Council struggled to break even against most 90% of the time, that being the dissolution of the Eldrazi and Phyrexia as a whole.
That said going to Bolas was a bluff and they all knew it. The real weight they were hoping to push was that they have his son, but he knows they know that if they hurt the boy, they, and by extension everything they know and care about, will cease to be in the most brutal and agonizing way possible. But they had to try anyway. Still. He knows. They know. He knows they know and they know he knows they know. Everybody knows.
That said in that moment the look on their faces when he told them to go fuck themselves was probably amazing and I regret not being able to see it for myself.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Because Shade was the visible threat. How many of them do you think actually saw or know about those threats.
So is this new threat a crossover/OC or is it part of MtG lore?
Because the only thing I can think of that would require this much effort are pre-mending time/plane rifts or an abomination created by the fusion of all the OLD WALKER sparks that were lost in the mending.
Because the only thing I can think of that would require this much effort are pre-mending time/plane rifts or an abomination created by the fusion of all the OLD WALKER sparks that were lost in the mending.
TheLurker
Random Omnipotent Lazy-As-Fuck Being
- Location
- The space beyond the stars
Watch it be a planeswalking one punch man who's totally snapped.
troyamonga
Caffeine Dependent Hero
- Location
- United States
Its Ob Nixilis I believe. He fits the bill of Oldwalker demon on Zendikar.
Or garruk maybe. But Lili is trapped in Dominaria. So I dont really know how he would have gotten corrupted.
It seems like he cramps their style. He put in place a few very reasonable laws (no killing other planeswalkers, no aiding phyrexia, no aiding eldrazi), but it just pisses them off to have someone tell them what to do. Also seems to be a case of one guy attacks him for no good reason, he kills them. All that guys friends attack him for revenge, he kills them... and so on.
Ryven Razgriz
I need a Gun and I'll let you know 'What's up?'.
- Location
- South East Asia
And then everyone will agape once they see you happily squishing your son's cheeks as if you're not/haven't been the Tyrant.
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
Also, he devours universes. It may not intuitively seem like such a big deal compared to other more emotive issues, but the fact remains that he does devour universes for power. Quintillions and more die every time he does that. By any reasonable standard it is a monstrous act. For any group with morals, he is therefore an enemy. Phyrexia and the Eldrazi convert and destroy planes, respectively, and we dislike them for it. He does the same sometimes, and they dislike him for it.
I mean, how many people who devour universes can you think of that aren't considered villains? It doesn't help that his body is literally made from a mesh of horrific creatures. Generally considered a bad sign, that.
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True. I'm not sure that destroying universes is actually what pisses planeswalkers off tbh. As you hint at, in an infinite multiverse it's a little harder to get worked up about noming a few. Also (Although I'm not sure how many people know it), he did need that energy to prevent the destruction of literally everything iirc.
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Chapter Eighty-Four point Five (Detective Conan)
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Eighty-Four point Five (Detective Conan)
Conan Edogawa. Shinichi Kudo. He considered himself quite the smart junior detective. So then, why was it so terrifyingly difficult to understand his new classmate?
"My name is Usagi Kuroba," he had said quite politely, making a prim bow and all of that. Yet Conan couldn't help but doubt the boy. For one thing, he looked happy to be in school and childishly innocent. Sure, sure, everyone of his friends were childishly innocent and young, but there was a certain difference. Genta didn't like school, and most definitely he had never seen the boy in question happily smile at the teacher and head for his desk with a sprint. No, if Conan had to hazard a guess, which was made all the more apparent by the way the boy seemed to move without a single instant of worry, this wasn't the first time such a thing happened.
Either he didn't care about the glances everyone sent his way, which showed a certain maturity, or he did a good job at hiding it. He had white hair, and at his age white hair was an impossibility. He didn't have the air of a delinquent either, so it was obvious why it didn't make sense, unless perhaps it was a rare genetic disorder he hadn't heard of?
He'd ask professor Agasa later. As things were, the surname of the boy was rife with implications too, some far more worrisome than others. Kaitou Kuroba might have had a cousin, but considering just who he was in truth, then it made things quite improbable for a cousin of his to end up at his school. No, something was definitely off.
"If you need a hand, you just have to ask me new guy!" Genta said boisterously as Usagi took his seat behind him. "Name's Genta, and I'm the boss around here!"
"But I already have two hands," Usagi replied, looking down at his hands. "Why would I need a third one?"
Genta blinked, and then broke out in a childish fit of chuckles which, since he was a child just like everyone else, was kind of the norm. "So you want to be the class clown already? All right by me!"
"Genta, be nice to the new student," Ayumi said in a whisper, which mollified the big kid immediately. "Hey," she said next, "Is your hair—"
"Quiet now children, you may ask the new student questions after the lesson is over," the teacher said crisply, eliciting a set of groans from everyone. Shinichi sighed as he proceeded to glance out of the window, doing his best to fake paying attention. If there was one thing that had gotten better was his school average, but having to start again from elementary school...well, that wasn't great at all.
By his side, Ai Haibara said nothing, a half-bored expression settled on her face. She had it worst than him when it came to rehashing stuff. He had never been a flawless student, but she had been quite the great doctor, and chemist, and having to retake this kind of stuff? It had to be a torture in its own right.
He turned his face to the side and then yelped as the new kid's face was an inch away from his, his crimson and bright red eyes shining with concentration and curiosity. "Conan! What are you—Usagi-kun? What are you doing?" the teacher asked, surprised at the source of the noise. Ai's eyes were wide too, because she probably hadn't seen him arrive. No, honestly, nobody had. One moment he was behind Genta, and the next he stood right by his side, staring at him.
"I like him!" Usagi replied cheerfully, smiling at the teacher, "Can I sit next to him, please?!" his eyes shone with the strength of a thousand innocent rabbits, and somehow, in some shape or form, the child really believed it would work. It didn't, and with a sulk he returned to his place.
"That was...strange," Shinichi whispered, only for Ai to furrow her brows, before smirking back at him.
"You caught another young child's heart, Conan," she said mellifluously, chuckling all the while. "What a thief of hearts you are."
"Don't laugh," Shinichi replied in a whisper. "There's something off about him."
"Overexcited kids will be kids," Ai muttered, carefully glancing at the blackboard. It was new words. Well, new words for the children. Thus another day of taking notes but holding one's head elsewhere.
Had Shinichi Kudo known that intelligence, cunning and wits would avail one to nothing against the might of magic wrought from Mana, then perhaps he would have cherished those moments.
Then again, it is not everyday you see a dragon loom outside the windows of the school building with eyes ablaze.
Once you remove the impossible, and the improbable, all that remains is, without a doubt...
...A carbon monoxide gas leak?
Conan Edogawa. Shinichi Kudo. He considered himself quite the smart junior detective. So then, why was it so terrifyingly difficult to understand his new classmate?
"My name is Usagi Kuroba," he had said quite politely, making a prim bow and all of that. Yet Conan couldn't help but doubt the boy. For one thing, he looked happy to be in school and childishly innocent. Sure, sure, everyone of his friends were childishly innocent and young, but there was a certain difference. Genta didn't like school, and most definitely he had never seen the boy in question happily smile at the teacher and head for his desk with a sprint. No, if Conan had to hazard a guess, which was made all the more apparent by the way the boy seemed to move without a single instant of worry, this wasn't the first time such a thing happened.
Either he didn't care about the glances everyone sent his way, which showed a certain maturity, or he did a good job at hiding it. He had white hair, and at his age white hair was an impossibility. He didn't have the air of a delinquent either, so it was obvious why it didn't make sense, unless perhaps it was a rare genetic disorder he hadn't heard of?
He'd ask professor Agasa later. As things were, the surname of the boy was rife with implications too, some far more worrisome than others. Kaitou Kuroba might have had a cousin, but considering just who he was in truth, then it made things quite improbable for a cousin of his to end up at his school. No, something was definitely off.
"If you need a hand, you just have to ask me new guy!" Genta said boisterously as Usagi took his seat behind him. "Name's Genta, and I'm the boss around here!"
"But I already have two hands," Usagi replied, looking down at his hands. "Why would I need a third one?"
Genta blinked, and then broke out in a childish fit of chuckles which, since he was a child just like everyone else, was kind of the norm. "So you want to be the class clown already? All right by me!"
"Genta, be nice to the new student," Ayumi said in a whisper, which mollified the big kid immediately. "Hey," she said next, "Is your hair—"
"Quiet now children, you may ask the new student questions after the lesson is over," the teacher said crisply, eliciting a set of groans from everyone. Shinichi sighed as he proceeded to glance out of the window, doing his best to fake paying attention. If there was one thing that had gotten better was his school average, but having to start again from elementary school...well, that wasn't great at all.
By his side, Ai Haibara said nothing, a half-bored expression settled on her face. She had it worst than him when it came to rehashing stuff. He had never been a flawless student, but she had been quite the great doctor, and chemist, and having to retake this kind of stuff? It had to be a torture in its own right.
He turned his face to the side and then yelped as the new kid's face was an inch away from his, his crimson and bright red eyes shining with concentration and curiosity. "Conan! What are you—Usagi-kun? What are you doing?" the teacher asked, surprised at the source of the noise. Ai's eyes were wide too, because she probably hadn't seen him arrive. No, honestly, nobody had. One moment he was behind Genta, and the next he stood right by his side, staring at him.
"I like him!" Usagi replied cheerfully, smiling at the teacher, "Can I sit next to him, please?!" his eyes shone with the strength of a thousand innocent rabbits, and somehow, in some shape or form, the child really believed it would work. It didn't, and with a sulk he returned to his place.
"That was...strange," Shinichi whispered, only for Ai to furrow her brows, before smirking back at him.
"You caught another young child's heart, Conan," she said mellifluously, chuckling all the while. "What a thief of hearts you are."
"Don't laugh," Shinichi replied in a whisper. "There's something off about him."
"Overexcited kids will be kids," Ai muttered, carefully glancing at the blackboard. It was new words. Well, new words for the children. Thus another day of taking notes but holding one's head elsewhere.
Had Shinichi Kudo known that intelligence, cunning and wits would avail one to nothing against the might of magic wrought from Mana, then perhaps he would have cherished those moments.
Then again, it is not everyday you see a dragon loom outside the windows of the school building with eyes ablaze.
Once you remove the impossible, and the improbable, all that remains is, without a doubt...
...A carbon monoxide gas leak?
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Wait... FUCK, Bolas found Shade's kid... God DAMMIT you idiot planeswalkers.
- Location
- Home
I'm pretty sure that in their mind, it will only be more reasons to get Shade to fight Bolas, of course, in his mind, it's only more reason to kill them all.
Chapter Eighty-Five (Zendikar)
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Eighty-Five (Zendikar)
I had to be subtle about this. I couldn't go in, Hive Fleets blazing, and hope for a successful victory. While control over the Hive was as instinctive as breathing, and my nature as a merged consciousness saved me the perils of getting eaten by the Slivers themselves, the problem was that my body was diminishing in powers quite rapidly. I had enhanced myself with the energies of the dimensional fissures, and with those gone, I was perhaps a good challenge, but one that could still be beaten if all of the Planeswalkers came together under one banner to face me.
I could manhandle one Planeswalker, perhaps two. Yet I was sure that by the third one, I'd be at a disadvantage. Of course, the other Planeswalkers didn't need to know that. To them, I was still an insurmountable, even if weakened, Tyrant. I no longer could feel the Hives scouring the Multiverse, and their mana was no longer flourishing within my frame, seeping through the cracks of a shattered Dominaria.
This meant that if I had genetically modified them right, the dispersed Hive Fleets would now be consolidating their holds upon the universes they had landed in, forming a new synaptic consciousness to guide them in my stead. Or the Dragon might have killed them all. I didn't know how many Hives I still had after the battle, perhaps none. Which, honestly, was perhaps for the best. There was plenty of space in one Universe without having to go for countless others.
As I landed quietly on the other side of Zendikar, I took the easiest route possible and flapped a pair of wings as my body became that of a nice, fluffy bird. Whoever claimed that I, Shade, was capable of only going around in a Sliver battle-form perhaps had never truly seen me during my best years. My childish youth with infinite powers was spent, after recovering most of my sanity and while still being crippled by an insatiable hunger, flying around and trying new, funny stuff. I was sure the kid would love to fly. I'd teach him that.
Well, more like, I'd teach him how to use magic of another kind, so he'd be able to fly eventually. Maybe I'd rearrange his genetic code a bit, just a tiny smudge, to make him capable of incredible feats. He'd thank me for that, I was sure of it. I'd pop right in front of him, widen my arms and say, all chipper-like, My beautiful baby boy! Hugs! And then, as a special gift, Superman-like endurance and flight! Aren't I your coolest dad? Other dads gift children money, but only I can give you the universe! A flock of birds of a different breed from my own began to squawk indignantly as I flew through their territory.
I glared at them for their arrogance in breaking me out of my daydreaming, and my beak widened a bit to show razor-sharp teeth. I crunched down on a couple of them, the rest of the flock soon dispersing away. My happy meal consumed, and yet lacking in a toy-gift, my eyes began to sparkle with the thought of bringing my kid to a Mac Donalds for the Happy Meal set. It was a rite of passage. Then, after the Happy Meal there was the cinema, and the cartoons, and the anime—would he like them? Would he not? Was he going to be a normie? I'd love him all the same even if he preferred to play football and soccer and wasn't a loner with a loner's soul.
What if he was an arrogant prideful jerk though? What if he was the school's bully? What was I supposed to do? Could I actually slap him if he went too far? Or was it the corner as punishment? Maybe send him to sleep without dinner? The tragedy! No, I couldn't do that. Well, it was the spray bottle like with Superbia then. Oh, and then I had to present him to the others! To all of them! I was sure Discordia would love him, and so would Anthrax. Well, Anthrax loved everyone. Isn't that right, Anthrax?
Anthrax, for his part, blissfully remained merged with my skin. He was at peace there, and so I left him to purr happily.
Superbia would be a great big brother. Queen would spoil the kid too, like a baby Sliver in his own right. He'd be cuddled, and huddled, and rubbed cheek-to-cheek like a squeaky cute plushy and—
A small drake came swooping down to have me as dinner. I roared with the strength of a thousand dragons, and the massive drake made a hasty backpedaling action while emptying his bladder.
So...where was I?
Oh, right, the hugs and the rubs and the—
Anthrax emitted a simple enough gurgling noise, and it was enough to alert me that we weren't alone any longer. There was a Planeswalker coming closer and closer with each passing second. I remained silent, flapping my wings as my bird-like eyes saw the arrival from far off in the distance of a great creature made of loose rocks and tree vines. It was an elemental, and judging by the luscious Green mana that empowered it, a Planeswalker quite familiar to my senses was guiding it.
Well, apologies Nissa Revane, but you aren't the person I'm looking for. On the other hand...you are tangentially related to the one I'm looking for.
Come now, Anthrax, do your thing.
Microscopic Slivers whirred to life as they descended like the finest of pollen over the elemental creature, slithering their way quietly closer to Nissa's clothes and sticking to them without doing her harm. She was patrolling for something, but whatever big threat they were facing now, it wasn't one I had engineered, and thus it wasn't one I cared about.
To think that in the original timeline everything had been her fault...
Well, no more. I had other concerns.
Anthrax's whispers soon reached my mind, delivering upon me the thoughts random and stray of the elf who seemed to have fallen victim to Rito's Harem-Protagonist Powers. I shuddered at the thought of those powers. Was there any depravity that Rito would not commit while slipping? If he dared harm my squishy-cheeked beautiful baby boy with his perversion, then I would crucify him on a pyre lit and surrounded by undead piranhas!
I was surprised when I found out whom he had gone with. Well, this was a pleasant change of pace. It had been a long, long while since I had last set foot in a realm like that one, but if I wanted to traverse the dimensional wall, then I needed both time and space.
It had once been as easy as breathing, and now here I was, feigning being a bird while gathering the Mana from this world's leylines, doing my best to keep a low profile.
Such a glorified end for the ruler of all Planeswalkers.
On the plus side, the rest of the Planeswalkers weren't having a happy time either judging by how much Nissa was grumbling about the difficulty of maneuvering her summoned creature.
I had expected resistance of sort, or a stroke of bad luck to stop me from achieving my intentions. Instead nothing happened.
I should have known.
It should have tipped me off.
The moment I appeared inside the house of Doctor Agasa, I knew things would take a turn for the worse.
"Bolas," I growled, my eyes narrow and my fingers clenched tightly.
"Student," Nicol Bolas replied, in a humanoid form that reeked of Lucifer in the form of a human, only the devil actually could pass off as a kind old lady more often than not, Bolas was terrifying even when human. He sat on a comfy-looking sofa with a small wooden table by his side. The television was on, ranting about a sudden fiery explosion that had brought misery to many a family due to the countless innocent deaths within an elementary school. The window's blinds were halfway down, casting shadows that made Nicol's eyes glow in the dark of an eerie golden light.
"Where. Is. He." I hissed out, sharp talons and armor-plates already bursting through the pores of my skin.
"None of that, if you'd please," Bolas spoke calmly, raising a teacup to his lips. "Neither of us is in any condition to do much, if not hasten our inevitable death. The difference being that you still possess, hidden somewhere, the Sparks of countless Planeswalkers. Yet you reek of weakness. Where is the power?"
"I saw a Doctor, and he decided he could use a hand in closing the Rifts," I replied, my nostrils flaring as I felt a smell that was both eagerly familiar and yet also hauntingly bittersweet. "He was here. He was here just a few seconds ago."
"He still is," Bolas answered easily enough. "Whether he keeps being that way or not, though, depends on a simple answer on your part." His eyes narrowed. "Do you know where the Doctor is, Student?"
"No," I whispered. "If you as much as hurt him—"
"He is unscathed," Bolas acquiesced. "His guardians, on the other hand, have escaped like the cravens they are. I find myself wondering about the truthfulness of your answer," he finished his tea and stood up. "I suppose...I will have my answer soon enough." He smiled, and then extended his fingers to his side, opening a portal of swirling energies. "Let me ask you this, oh wise Student of mine. If you fall in love with an illusion, and have a child, what happens when the illusion is cancelled? I see no reason to bother further with a creature of smoke that will soon no longer be able to as much as touch me. You have crafted your own misery, thus...bask in it."
"Where is my son!?" I roared as I launched myself forward, only for a massive claw to slam me back, push me through the wall of the house and straight into the street, dragging me down with a weight that I couldn't even lift.
Bolas didn't answer me. "You really are my greatest disappointment," he said without inflection, before disappearing through the portal without another word.
A door opened up quickly as a kid with white hair and crimson eyes stared straight at me, a glint of honest surprise on his face.
My arms didn't stop shaking, even as I knew, deep down, what had to be done.
There comes a time when all dreamers must wake...
...but I refuse to become the Tyrant once more!
I had to be subtle about this. I couldn't go in, Hive Fleets blazing, and hope for a successful victory. While control over the Hive was as instinctive as breathing, and my nature as a merged consciousness saved me the perils of getting eaten by the Slivers themselves, the problem was that my body was diminishing in powers quite rapidly. I had enhanced myself with the energies of the dimensional fissures, and with those gone, I was perhaps a good challenge, but one that could still be beaten if all of the Planeswalkers came together under one banner to face me.
I could manhandle one Planeswalker, perhaps two. Yet I was sure that by the third one, I'd be at a disadvantage. Of course, the other Planeswalkers didn't need to know that. To them, I was still an insurmountable, even if weakened, Tyrant. I no longer could feel the Hives scouring the Multiverse, and their mana was no longer flourishing within my frame, seeping through the cracks of a shattered Dominaria.
This meant that if I had genetically modified them right, the dispersed Hive Fleets would now be consolidating their holds upon the universes they had landed in, forming a new synaptic consciousness to guide them in my stead. Or the Dragon might have killed them all. I didn't know how many Hives I still had after the battle, perhaps none. Which, honestly, was perhaps for the best. There was plenty of space in one Universe without having to go for countless others.
As I landed quietly on the other side of Zendikar, I took the easiest route possible and flapped a pair of wings as my body became that of a nice, fluffy bird. Whoever claimed that I, Shade, was capable of only going around in a Sliver battle-form perhaps had never truly seen me during my best years. My childish youth with infinite powers was spent, after recovering most of my sanity and while still being crippled by an insatiable hunger, flying around and trying new, funny stuff. I was sure the kid would love to fly. I'd teach him that.
Well, more like, I'd teach him how to use magic of another kind, so he'd be able to fly eventually. Maybe I'd rearrange his genetic code a bit, just a tiny smudge, to make him capable of incredible feats. He'd thank me for that, I was sure of it. I'd pop right in front of him, widen my arms and say, all chipper-like, My beautiful baby boy! Hugs! And then, as a special gift, Superman-like endurance and flight! Aren't I your coolest dad? Other dads gift children money, but only I can give you the universe! A flock of birds of a different breed from my own began to squawk indignantly as I flew through their territory.
I glared at them for their arrogance in breaking me out of my daydreaming, and my beak widened a bit to show razor-sharp teeth. I crunched down on a couple of them, the rest of the flock soon dispersing away. My happy meal consumed, and yet lacking in a toy-gift, my eyes began to sparkle with the thought of bringing my kid to a Mac Donalds for the Happy Meal set. It was a rite of passage. Then, after the Happy Meal there was the cinema, and the cartoons, and the anime—would he like them? Would he not? Was he going to be a normie? I'd love him all the same even if he preferred to play football and soccer and wasn't a loner with a loner's soul.
What if he was an arrogant prideful jerk though? What if he was the school's bully? What was I supposed to do? Could I actually slap him if he went too far? Or was it the corner as punishment? Maybe send him to sleep without dinner? The tragedy! No, I couldn't do that. Well, it was the spray bottle like with Superbia then. Oh, and then I had to present him to the others! To all of them! I was sure Discordia would love him, and so would Anthrax. Well, Anthrax loved everyone. Isn't that right, Anthrax?
Anthrax, for his part, blissfully remained merged with my skin. He was at peace there, and so I left him to purr happily.
Superbia would be a great big brother. Queen would spoil the kid too, like a baby Sliver in his own right. He'd be cuddled, and huddled, and rubbed cheek-to-cheek like a squeaky cute plushy and—
A small drake came swooping down to have me as dinner. I roared with the strength of a thousand dragons, and the massive drake made a hasty backpedaling action while emptying his bladder.
So...where was I?
Oh, right, the hugs and the rubs and the—
Anthrax emitted a simple enough gurgling noise, and it was enough to alert me that we weren't alone any longer. There was a Planeswalker coming closer and closer with each passing second. I remained silent, flapping my wings as my bird-like eyes saw the arrival from far off in the distance of a great creature made of loose rocks and tree vines. It was an elemental, and judging by the luscious Green mana that empowered it, a Planeswalker quite familiar to my senses was guiding it.
Well, apologies Nissa Revane, but you aren't the person I'm looking for. On the other hand...you are tangentially related to the one I'm looking for.
Come now, Anthrax, do your thing.
Microscopic Slivers whirred to life as they descended like the finest of pollen over the elemental creature, slithering their way quietly closer to Nissa's clothes and sticking to them without doing her harm. She was patrolling for something, but whatever big threat they were facing now, it wasn't one I had engineered, and thus it wasn't one I cared about.
To think that in the original timeline everything had been her fault...
Well, no more. I had other concerns.
Anthrax's whispers soon reached my mind, delivering upon me the thoughts random and stray of the elf who seemed to have fallen victim to Rito's Harem-Protagonist Powers. I shuddered at the thought of those powers. Was there any depravity that Rito would not commit while slipping? If he dared harm my squishy-cheeked beautiful baby boy with his perversion, then I would crucify him on a pyre lit and surrounded by undead piranhas!
I was surprised when I found out whom he had gone with. Well, this was a pleasant change of pace. It had been a long, long while since I had last set foot in a realm like that one, but if I wanted to traverse the dimensional wall, then I needed both time and space.
It had once been as easy as breathing, and now here I was, feigning being a bird while gathering the Mana from this world's leylines, doing my best to keep a low profile.
Such a glorified end for the ruler of all Planeswalkers.
On the plus side, the rest of the Planeswalkers weren't having a happy time either judging by how much Nissa was grumbling about the difficulty of maneuvering her summoned creature.
I had expected resistance of sort, or a stroke of bad luck to stop me from achieving my intentions. Instead nothing happened.
I should have known.
It should have tipped me off.
The moment I appeared inside the house of Doctor Agasa, I knew things would take a turn for the worse.
"Bolas," I growled, my eyes narrow and my fingers clenched tightly.
"Student," Nicol Bolas replied, in a humanoid form that reeked of Lucifer in the form of a human, only the devil actually could pass off as a kind old lady more often than not, Bolas was terrifying even when human. He sat on a comfy-looking sofa with a small wooden table by his side. The television was on, ranting about a sudden fiery explosion that had brought misery to many a family due to the countless innocent deaths within an elementary school. The window's blinds were halfway down, casting shadows that made Nicol's eyes glow in the dark of an eerie golden light.
"Where. Is. He." I hissed out, sharp talons and armor-plates already bursting through the pores of my skin.
"None of that, if you'd please," Bolas spoke calmly, raising a teacup to his lips. "Neither of us is in any condition to do much, if not hasten our inevitable death. The difference being that you still possess, hidden somewhere, the Sparks of countless Planeswalkers. Yet you reek of weakness. Where is the power?"
"I saw a Doctor, and he decided he could use a hand in closing the Rifts," I replied, my nostrils flaring as I felt a smell that was both eagerly familiar and yet also hauntingly bittersweet. "He was here. He was here just a few seconds ago."
"He still is," Bolas answered easily enough. "Whether he keeps being that way or not, though, depends on a simple answer on your part." His eyes narrowed. "Do you know where the Doctor is, Student?"
"No," I whispered. "If you as much as hurt him—"
"He is unscathed," Bolas acquiesced. "His guardians, on the other hand, have escaped like the cravens they are. I find myself wondering about the truthfulness of your answer," he finished his tea and stood up. "I suppose...I will have my answer soon enough." He smiled, and then extended his fingers to his side, opening a portal of swirling energies. "Let me ask you this, oh wise Student of mine. If you fall in love with an illusion, and have a child, what happens when the illusion is cancelled? I see no reason to bother further with a creature of smoke that will soon no longer be able to as much as touch me. You have crafted your own misery, thus...bask in it."
"Where is my son!?" I roared as I launched myself forward, only for a massive claw to slam me back, push me through the wall of the house and straight into the street, dragging me down with a weight that I couldn't even lift.
Bolas didn't answer me. "You really are my greatest disappointment," he said without inflection, before disappearing through the portal without another word.
A door opened up quickly as a kid with white hair and crimson eyes stared straight at me, a glint of honest surprise on his face.
My arms didn't stop shaking, even as I knew, deep down, what had to be done.
There comes a time when all dreamers must wake...
...but I refuse to become the Tyrant once more!
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
I think bolas tossed Shade's kid in front of him after Shade told him that The Doctor had the rifts? And his kids mom was some kind of illusion made real or something? And Bolas was grumpy cause Shade didn't do everything how he wanted him to?
And if I'm understanding it right, planeswalkers can't use mana from planes they're not currently on without access to the rifts?
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- Location
- California
I'm guessing Bolas gave his son a phyrexian drop of oil.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Fuck, that would SUCK! Though I get the feeling that's not what happened. I mean, that's just asking for Shade to hound him to the ends of the Blind Eternities, collapsing every Plane Bolas happens to be residing in and destroying every plan he tries to concoct.
- Location
- Poland
Where did you get that from?
Fallenblades643
Seeker of the Divine Taste
Bolas.
Seriously, Bolas is a monster of the highest order. Just see his views on life, death, and birth.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Yeah... it DOES seem like a Bolas thing to do... On the other hand, is he willing to risk a resurgence of Phyrexia while he's still trying to recover his power?