Vaalintine said:
A reference to a previous story by Hiver wherein he was a budding planeswalker in the buffy-verse.
He also stated outright that we wanted to do another planeswalker SI in his personal index thread:
Hiver said:
Kerrigan would be nice...But currently i am tempted to do another one of those Planeswalker ones. But a bit different.

Planeswalkers have unlimited potential, are biologically immortal and can learn any magic in the multiverse, wielding power that make gods faint....in all good time. As in after several thousand years.

A newb planeswalker can shift reality...but cant aim yet. Or have any idea how to get back to a previous plane. Also, while they can learn any magic, they only got their 'natural' affinity. If you just plain suck at it, it is going to take you a very, very long time to do anything but the most basic stuff.

Learning shit take TIME. And until you do you are a bog standard human(or your starting species of origin).

And because planeswalkers need to learn to aim where to go and how to go back...

Well, let's just say that while there are a unlimited multiverse where one in a million got The Spark and one in a million of those get it to flare...how many of those die from going into a universe that dont support any kind of ability for life to exist before they learn to control their jumps? Or get eaten by arriving at a version of LV-426? Or fall into a sea of lava?

There is a reason to why we are not drowning in planeswalkers...
 
5
"Mr Rupert Giles?" I asked while glancing around the empty street around the phone booth.

"Yes... Who is this?" A voice I recognized as his answered.

"You can call me Winter. I have information you need," I said and I could hear his frown through the phone.

"I-I am a school librarian... I am not quite sure what you are..."

I shook my head in annoyance. "Rupert Giles. A member of the Watchers Council and the current watcher assigned to the primary slayer. The information involves Ethan Rayne and the possible end of the world."


The other side of the phone was quiet for several moments before he answered. "What do you know?"

I smiled slightly. "More than I should. Less than I need. But in this case, Ethan Rayne is in Sunnydale. He has set up a costume shop and is going to cast a spell on Halloween to turn everyone that bought one of his costumes into the character in question. You can break the spell by breaking the bust of Janus he will use as the focus for the spell."

"That does sound like something he would do..." Giles said, mostly to himself, it seemed before he continued. "That would be bad, but it is not world ending..."

"Think, Mr Giles. Ethan Rayne is going to cast a chaos spell using the power of a god of change in the town on top of the hellmouth. There is NO way of knowing what kind of effects that will cause. It might cause the spell to be permanent. It might cause the spell to spread across the entire planet."

He was silent for another few moments before he answered again. "Who are you?"

"Irrelevant. My information is accurate. You have two days until Halloween. Good luck, Mr Giles... and pass a message to the Slayer."

"What is it?" Giles asked and I smiled slightly.

"Tell her... Thank you for keeping us safe." I hung up the phone and left the booth then started to make my way across town back to the motel with a small frown.

Two days until Halloween... The subject should be handled now when Ripper was on the case.


Entering my motel room, I pulled out my bag and checked the contents. Black ski-mask, black jacket, black pants, black boots, black gloves. Combat knife and crowbar.

Unless things have been handled before the night leading up to Halloween, I would be breaking in to destroy the focus.

I placed everything away again and got ready for work.



The next day I passed by Ethan's store, finding the door half open to I peaked inside. The inside was wrecked and it looked like there had been a major fight.

I slowly made my way inside, looking around carefully. When I was unable to find anyone, I headed into the back room

"Hello?" I asked as I searched the store. Other than some blood I didn't find anyone.

"Handled." I said with a grin before I walked to turn the closed sign and shut the door, locking it.

"Time to Ork out." I commented and went to the cash register first. The key was still in so I simply popped it open and pulled out a few hundred dollars in mixed bills. They went into my pocket then I made my way into the back room again to search the place.

A quick but thorough search revealed several magic books that were way over my head, a broken bust of Janus, and various crap laying around.

I walked back into the store and grabbed a bag before I started stuffing it with whatever I could quickly find that looked somewhat valuable.

Another quick look around then I left through the back door.


World was saved and I profited from it.


Then I rounded the corner and found myself face to face with Rupert Giles, resting a battleaxe on his shoulder. "Mr Winter, I assume?"

I froze for a second, my mind going a thousand kilometers a hour before I nodded. "I won't insult your intelligence by denying it."

He nodded. "I suspected you would show up here if I waited. Now, if you would be so kind to tell me where you got your information?"

"What I said was the truth, isn't that enough?" I asked and he shook his head.

"It involves the safety of my Slayer. I don't take chances with that," He said and I sighed.

"Very well. I am from another reality where this is all a TV show. That's how I knew what was going to happ..." And that was as far as I got before he slugged me on the jaw, knocking me on my ass. "What the hell!?"

He rested the battleaxe on the ground. "If you are quite done being a smart-arse, the truth if you will?"

I scowled at him and said, "I work at Willy's bar. You know where that is?"

He nodded so I continued. "Then you know what kind of... people... show up there. I hear things."

He slowly nodded. "I see. Well, if you hear something else, you know what to do."

He picked up his ax and placed it on his shoulder again before he turned around. "Until next time then."


I glared at his back and rubbed my jaw. Bloody wanker... save the earth and what do I get? A punch in the face?

By the good guys?


Sighing, I started to make my way back. At the very least, I still had a pocket full of money and a bag full of misc crap.




AN// Huge thanks to hpackrate for betaing this sectoid.
 
Okay. I don't know the region enough to know if its Brit slang is a thing were your from. And your right, they do sound nice.
 
Image said:
Okay. I don't know the region enough to know if its Brit slang is a thing were your from. And your right, they do sound nice.
Oh it's not really. But as I have English as a second language i can pick which kind of English to speak. And swear in :p
 
Silver W. King said:
I think your motto at that moment should be, "And that was the last time, I ever help anyone."
Well...
looks like the reality that Hiver Winter is in is alot more dirty, gritter and realistically grimy and no-holds bar type of world...
 
As it should be. I kind of want Hiver to become the Lord of War of the setting. All the info and tools for the right price.
 
Peter2005 said:
What is this, an episode of Firefly?

But anyways it was a nice way to deal with the Halloween before it happened.

Hopefully your actions won't end up causing problems with the Judge or the Mayor.

Possibly easiest way to deal with the Judge is to get just one piece of him and drop it into either concrete or molten metal. If it doesn't destroy the piece, getting it would be a lot harder.

One can solve a lot of of issues by dropping it (or him, or whatever) in concrete.
then take that metal or concrete cube and drop in the ocean. Its not firing it into the sun but close enough.
 
LesIzmore said:
A few things ,
Hiver your English has improved and is probably better than many Americans.
I was always a Willow fan even before she could do more than stare at something.
The encounter with Giles would tend to make me wary of helping him/them again unless it was beneficial to you in some way.
Maybe Hiver / Winter will realize that this isn't the TV series where things are White and Black hats but shades of grey that can actually kill the persons under Giles' charge ...

and Giles probably did see one of two of his charges die under his watch and maybe he realistically doesn't automatically trust the 'gift horse' that didn't have a catch on the string or a bitter price that might hurt his charge and her friends.... meh.

update
CH_04a - MagicBook, Internal&Externalinfluence, MagicPrevails, PencilRolls, Halloween, DickishROB

CH_05a - Winter&Giles, Warnings, EthanRayne, Halloween, TheStore, Loot, HiverSmartMouths, GilesSlugs,
 
Brellin said:
The only real issue is the knock-on effects from later events. As I recall Xander remembering the skills he had as that soldier he went as was actually a critical plot point in a later episode. Him not having them might be ... bad. Oh and i'm not sure if Buffy knowing French ever came up or not, but there is that too.
Not really, as I pointed out earlier nothing that is actually world ending is prevented by them having those memories.
 
Auks said:
The Judge is the only significant threat, and it was mainly the work of Angelus and Drusilla. And preventing Angelus from coming back is easy- an anonymous letter to Giles would do the trick, while Drusilla was rejuvenated after Willy kidnapped Angel(he'd been weakened by his fight with Kendra). If Hiver prevents those two events, the Judge is never an issue; Spike doesn't want the world to end after all.

There will likely be other issues down the road of course- Spike and Drusilla not having a falling out will change things- but they can be dealt with as they come up.
Actually, Angelus had very little to do with the Judge returning. Remember, Spike was assembling him as a present to Drusilla, and they were only lacking one part, which they got before Angel lost his soul. And the Judge is a threat on his own, no matter who is calling the shots.
 
Tazered said:
Hmmm... Might be too early to tell for sure but... Lessee, NPC delivers valuable information to save the day only to have the "good guys" go Gangbusters on him.... If Buffy shows up and beats the crap outta you to get info while keeping your cover, or Giles leverages you into a position where you almost get killed or at least maimed in order to protect the slayer then I know for sure where you are....

Welcome to Princess Mary-Sue Elizabeth Skywalker Summers-verse where NPCs make federation red shirts look like the A-Team. Your life isn't just worthless, your whole existence is contingent on whether or not your gruesome death compliments the red shade of the background as Burfy makes out with her undead/insane/transdimensional-demon-thingy-immortal-with-a-heart-of-gold.... Of the week... While doting on their love child who happens to be the god of another dimension of space and time and has just burst out fully-formed from your steaming corpse.
... Damn my curiosity, damn it to hades. If the theorised 'verse actually exists as a story, then can we have a link to the train crash of horror?
 
Tazered said:
The Multiverse is a Big Place. But yes, that is my general impression of what the canon storyline, especially after the show was like. She had a child by Angel that was a reality birthed from their combined Moe? There was a Slayer whose sole role was to act as a decoy for Burfy and wound up dying for it, I don't think Buffy even knew her name or noticed her death until long after. And Xander.... I rest my case.
Ah the comics, the only way I can express my sheer unbridled disgust at what followed the TV Series. Is to suitably alter a famous poem.

How I loathe thee, Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and unrelenting horror.
I loathe thee to the level of every day's
Most screaming fury, by sun and candle-light.
I loathe thee freely, as men strive for right.
I loathe thee hatefully, as they turn from terror.
I loathe thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I loathe thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints - I loathe thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life - and, if God choose,
I shall but loathe thee worse after death.
 
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