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We have been getting some questions about our scoring system. We will be using the same system as maritial magic, including an amplified versions of stylepoints. The main difference is here your points will tally up for your team instead of decreasing those of the other team. Points of each match will be saved and added and can be exchanged for goods.

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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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ah shit sorry man i didnt mean to spill my "aro4aro friends with benefits relationship" all over your favorite ship, fuck dude my bad, it wont happen again

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Alive Despite

He stood in the Jukai Forest again. Once more, there were two of him.

The human was dropped to its hands and knees, tears streaming down its face. “Why do we keep fighting? We can’t do this anymore!”

“We can,” the oni said, kneeling beside the human. “And we will.”

“Why? What’s the point?” the human howled, echoing the pain of their whole.

“Because we are not fighting for us. We are fighting for so many more.”

The Dokuchi Reckoners and the family. The Order of Jukai. The Warren of Dragons. Satoru and Greasefang, Arturo and Lazaro, Vasro, Shregresha, Turrak, Gesserith, Leta, the Roxies, Kilik, Biilziebub, Eishi, Lady Hana and Steel-Ear, Headhunter and Hush...the list went on and on now.

“We can’t help them all,” the human whimpered.

“No,” the oni agreed, “but we can try.”

Koda slowly cracked his eyes open. He was laying on his back in some very comfortable moss, and he could hear Satoru’s voice. These were two things that did not go together. As he stirred more fully, more details came to him. The smell of tea. What seemed to be breakfast sitting nearby. Leta and Vasro and Turrak’s voices joining Satoru’s. A soft blanket covering him. A manapool filled with Black and Green, though it was not his. A feeling of feral rage from somewhere in his bond with Haruko.

He licked his dry lips. “Satoru...?”

He barely had time to blink before Satoru knelt down beside him. “Koda...” That was also new. Satoru didn’t let concern into his voice this much.

Koda braced himself. Though every movement hurt, he managed to prop himself up on his elbows just before Satoru pulled him into a surprisingly gentle hug. His limbs ached, but Koda returned the hug. All he could think to say was, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologizes unless you’re going to do better,” Satoru whispered. Koda felt tears staining the shoulder of his armor. “Let me comfort you after your heart attack, you little jerk.”

Koda didn’t deserve the comfort. Especially not when he felt his stomach drop – metaphorically speaking, of course. Arturo and Lazaro would think that they did something to cause this. “Arturo and Lazaro-”

“-Were told about what happened,” Satoru finished. “Kid, what did you do that finally pushed you into a full near-death heart attack?”

Koda’s exhale shook. It hurt, like everything else. “I needed to fix things,” he whispered. The wards to protect Kilik in the communicators drained him quickly. But he still needed to help – help Torrezon against Aclazotz any way he could, help protect Kilik from the archangel hunting them, help get Biilziebub to listen. “I’m a weapon, I need to-”

“No you aren’t.”

Koda blinked a few times.

Satoru pulled back a little, keeping Koda upright by the shoulders. “You’re not a weapon, Koda. You’re a person. You’re worth protecting too. I see it, Arturo and Lazaro see it, Lethaltooth and Silentsign see it, Ghostmark and Goldenscar see it, I can go on and on. We love you, Koda. You pushing yourself like this – into a grave, regardless of how late you think it is – is going to hurt more than just you.”

Koda’s mouth felt dry again. “I...” He trailed off.

Satoru eased him back down so he was laying properly. “No arguing, little bro. You’re going to accept help, non-negotiable. And we’re probably going to talk to Vasro about getting you blood pressure medication.”

Blind panic, more rage from the other side of the bond. Koda’s nails dug into Satoru’s prosthetic hands. “No! No medication, please, not that, I can’t do that, not after Sakai-”

Satoru gently took and squeezed Koda’s hands, grounding him again with both touch and voice. “Okay, okay. No medication. But we need to do something about this.” He paused for a moment to pull the blanket back over Koda. “I need you to swear to me that you don’t use magic for a while. Please. Not until we reunite you properly with Haruko and calm you both down. And then bare minimum – and I do mean minimum – when we do.”

“No magic,” Koda promised. “On my life.”

“You’re suicidal, that doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“Fine. On Mom’s memory, then.”

“Deal. Now, you focus on recovering, because as it stands, everyone else is trapped in Torrezon until you can stand up and reunite with Haruko.”

Fuck. Haruko in her current frenzy wouldn’t recognize any of them as friends. Not until she was reunited with Koda. Koda gently reached towards his bond with her and found her still rabid and furious. He recoiled mentally, not from Haruko, but from her fury. “Understood,” he whispered.

“And kid?”

“Yeah?”

“Please ask for our help more. Don’t think that just because you’re a Reckoner boss that you had to do everything yourself.”

Koda fixed Satoru with a glare. “That’s what you do.”

Satoru paused. His gaze flit back and forth a few times. “It really isn’t. It just looks like it from the outside. I have Nari, Thistlefur, and several lieutenants. I genuinely permit them to handle things on my behalf, which you’re still learning.”

Koda clenched his fists under the blanket now. “But if I don’t-”

“-Then you’re disrespecting the competence of those around you.” Satoru crossed his arms. “I don’t know what it is about having a spark that makes you think you need to become a superhero or the sole protector of a plane or whatever, but I promise that we don’t all need rescuing. Let us carry you too, little brother. We want to help you. We want to know what happened to you so we can help you like you help all of us. In order to do that, we need you to talk to us, not just bottle it all up until you die.” Satoru’s voice cracked, another thing Koda had never heard before. “Don’t make me outlive you, kid. Please.”

“...I won’t. I’m sorry, Satoru.” Koda took a deep breath. “I...I don’t want to...to relive what he did to me...”

Satoru’s voice grew a little firm again. “Avoiding it isn’t helping. Please, Hayashi. I need to know what he did to you. I need to know how to help.”

Koda took another deep breath and began to speak.

He had lost track of what they injected him with after the first week. He could feel his body changing, even when Sakai would cut him open. The gills were the first thing to appear outwardly, but he had swiftly discovered how to hide them. The second notable thing was the minute temporal blinking, which he could only rarely do and never long enough to be safe. The third thing was his teeth growing into fangs, though he didn’t know what the true cause of it was. So many poisons and venoms and drugs had been injected into him during those three months of hell that he had singlehandedly catalogued most of them for the Dokuchi Reckoners upon his escape. Any unauthorized sound was punished by his throat being slit, over and over and over. Frankly, Koda didn’t even remember everything they did to him, every chip they tried to put in his brain before each one failed, every memory they tore into and tried to take from him. It was only through their own technological failures that the last one failed. Though Koda physically survived, a lot of him died in the grasp of Sakai and his Saiba Futurists.

Satoru took Koda’s left hand in both of his. “I’m sorry, little brother,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I should have done something.”

“You would have just gotten caught too,” was Koda’s pragmatic answer. “At least while he was torturing me, he wasn’t paying attention to anyone else.” A tear ran down the side of his face.

“You shouldn’t have had to be a martyr. Not you, not Benkei, not any other Reckoner suffering by his hand.”

He shouldn’t have had to be a martyr. But he had been.

The Koda that was captured was nothing like the Koda that had escaped.

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Late Night Calls

Her communicator was ringing. Nari permitted herself a single groan before she reached over and answered it. With it being one in the morning, there was only one person it could have been.

Satoru’s voice was quiet and firm. It lacked the rough edge of steel it typically had when he was dealing with the gang. “Nari. We need to talk.”

“Boss? Do you know how late it is-”

“I’m aware, and I’ve got bugs crawling on me and Koda leaning on my left shoulder in a way that’s making it numb.”

Nari picked up on the name. “Koda, not ‘Boss Hayashi’. Personal problem phone call then?”

“...You know me well. Were this any other case, I’d be pissed about that. But right now I need your expertise.”

“My expertise on what the hell’s wrong with you?”

“Precisely.”

“Great. Alright, what prompted the phone call?”

“Finding out that my younger brother apparently had sex with the prince of a demon cult on a plane that paved over its oceans.”

“...Run that by me again?”

“Apparently they did it while Koda was experiencing a colorshift, so he definitely wasn’t in his right mind, as much as he pretends that he was.”

“Remind me, colorshift?”

“He basically had all of his morals and priorities rewritten for twenty-four straight hours.”

Nari was silent for a moment as she processed that.

“Yeah. I just scrolled back up in the communicator to try and find it when it happened, but there’s also two posts on the hellsite about it and Hayashi’s already making plans for round two.”

“...So are you concerned about your brother having sex or are you concerned about who he’s having sex with? Give me something to work with here, boss.”

“The who. I of all people can’t judge the kid for getting some tail. I just...okay, shit, how much did you read from my writeup of Thunder Junction and the failed heist?”

“Enough to figure out that you’re probably talking about a kid of that Rakdos guy.”

“Exactly.”

“So, significantly more dangerous than you banging the son of the Regent?”

“Considering he’s a planeswalker to boot, apparently knows a song that makes people all murder each other, and spontaneously combusts-”

“Ah, there’s part of why you called me. Your fear of fire’s run headlong into your concern for your little brother.”

“Right. And Koda’s been spiraling pretty hard lately. The depersonalization and suicidal ideation’s getting worse, it’s slipping a lot more into how he talks about himself.”

“And you think this prince is...what, encouraging it or making it worse?”

“...I don’t know.”

Nari paused. She had never heard Satoru use those three words together in that order. He never admitted to not knowing something, knowing it would come across as weakness to anyone other than Nari. What was going on on other planes to make him finally crack? She took a deep, silent breath.

That quiet breath was what allowed her to hear Satoru’s next whispered admission. “I hate the idea of anyone dehumanizing and using my brother like that.”

Nari rolled over onto her back in bed and was silently grateful that she wasn’t somewhere in the woods on another plane like Satoru was. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“...Revenge fuck the guy’s dad?”

“NO. By the kami, boss. What are you, eighteen?”

“Sorry, sorry. The stress is getting to me. Add on the shit with H- ...the Devouring Chaos, and I’m fairly certain that even if I did die, my heart would just keep beating.”

Nari didn’t need the name finished to know who Satoru meant. Hidetsugu, the ogre-oni, one of the founders of the Hyozan Reckoners alongside Satoru’s ancestor Toshiro. And the two had one hell of a falling out that has affected generations of Umezawas and numerous chaos cultists ever since.

Nari had been six years old when Thistlefur found Satoru, also merely six, among the smoldering ruins of the Umezawa family home, disabled and orphaned. It was how the two of them met, after all – both orphaned, both taken in by Thistlefur. They never considered each other siblings, like how Satoru had never considered Thistlefur to be his dad, but they were close friends through the years. When Satoru had killed Kyuso, the boss before him, it was Nari who became his second-in-command immediately. When Ayame Hayashi was murdered and Satoru had finished consoling Koda, it was Nari who consoled Satoru.

Nari pinched the bridge of her nose. “How bad is everything else on those communicators, boss?”

“There’s an angel from Xerex who’s dedicated to some kind of divine peace that’s putting them in direct conflict with everyone else, someone wants the Brokers to go to war with the Dokuchi Reckoners and they’re pulling strings about it, there are incredibly depressed Dimir agents – also I apparently slept with their boss on Thunder Junction, didn’t know that going in – and...honestly I could be here all day, but then we wouldn’t actually get back to Towashi. I’ll tell you the rest in person.”

“Sounds good, boss.” Nari smirked. “Grey hair check?”

Satoru sounded more exhausted now. “I found three new ones.”

“Old man.”

“Shady bitch.”

“See you when you get home, boss.”

“Shouldn’t be too long now... A little more hiking, a little falling down a mountain, and then getting back to the city and making good on a deal. Then you and I are putting our heads down and working. Hayashi needs our support for this to go well.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Nari let Satoru hang up first, then dropped her communicator back on her nightstand and stared up at the ceiling. She could feel Azamuki’s influence roiling within her, almost like Treachery Incarnate knew something it wouldn’t share with her.

She was worried about that.

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Indeed she has, I will update the post to include your team ^

AN ANNOUNCEMENT

Plxtwt walks on screen once more, behind them the gates of Valor's Reach. They wave at the camera before beggining to sign in kylem sign language, a button appears at the bottom of the screen reading "translations", upon clicking it there are four options, "Kamigawan" "Capennan" "Audio" and "Subtitles".

Clicking on Capennan or Kamigawan pops up a small display of Plxtwt in a dressing room signing "Thank you to Vasro for teaching me this language", before signing whatever the big screen Plxtwt signs in the respective sign language.

Pressing Audio results in a voice over, pressing Subtitles results in subtitles.

"Hello Multiverse, I am your host, Plxtwt, happy to announce that signups for the very first edition of "Kylem presents:Multiversal Deathgames" are now open. I will walk you trough the signup process! There are two ways to go about it, one in person and one digitally, trough your Izzet transmitter, or whichever other device you are accessing the network with. I shall begin with in person sign ups!"

They walk trough the gates of Valor's Reach, the camera following it closely. It turns left almost immediately after entering and approaches an information booth, a nervous looking human sitting behind it.

"Good afternoon! I would like to sign up for the death games! ^" Plxtwt chirps at the human.

"Y-yes, just fill in this form" The human sputters before shoving a piece of paper into the homunculus' hands.

"Thank you Kyle!" Plxtwt holds the paper up to the camera "These questions are the same as the ones you find in the digital form, the link to which can be found after this broadcast!" It turns back to the human, "Say, Kyle, this form asks for two to three members of a team, but I'm here by myself, whatever must I do? Will I be unable to participate?"

"No, you can fillinthisotherform to help us machtmake." Kyle mutters before handing Plxtwt another piece of paper, which it also holds up to the camera after briefly cringing. "Great job Kyle, indeed, if you are alone without a teammate or you're a group of two looking for a third there is a different form for you to fill in. After submitting it we will assign you a new partner or two to fight alongside with!"

The camera begins moving backwards until it leaves Valor's Reach once more, flying upwards so you get a clear view of the whole stadium, inside there are a bunch of people setting up what seems to be a small town, except all the houses are empty and have no windows or doors in the respective frames. The words "See you soon!" appear on screen before the footage cuts out.

Signup as a team (only needs to be filled in once per team)

Looking for member(s)

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Friendly reminder to everyone interested in participating to sign up in whichever form applies best.

If you have applied in the looking for member(s) form but not received any communication from us yet please hold on tight, this means we still haven't found a great match for you, you are guaranteed a spot in the games however. If we cannot find you a proper teammate in time we will assign you one of our many lovely Kylem participants.

Not sure if you signed up correctly?

The non-Kylem teams currently signed up are as follows:

Controlled Chaos

Placeholder Name

The Best Things Come Small

The last march

Bring Down the House

The participants signed up as looking for one or more members we have not yet found a match for are as follows:

Tordubiak ( @lotleth-centenarian-2 )

Shegresha ( @warrior-of-tol-angata )

Feel free to reach out of us if there are any questions or concerns!

-Plxtwt

AN ANNOUNCEMENT

Plxtwt walks on screen once more, behind them the gates of Valor's Reach. They wave at the camera before beggining to sign in kylem sign language, a button appears at the bottom of the screen reading "translations", upon clicking it there are four options, "Kamigawan" "Capennan" "Audio" and "Subtitles".

Clicking on Capennan or Kamigawan pops up a small display of Plxtwt in a dressing room signing "Thank you to Vasro for teaching me this language", before signing whatever the big screen Plxtwt signs in the respective sign language.

Pressing Audio results in a voice over, pressing Subtitles results in subtitles.

"Hello Multiverse, I am your host, Plxtwt, happy to announce that signups for the very first edition of "Kylem presents:Multiversal Deathgames" are now open. I will walk you trough the signup process! There are two ways to go about it, one in person and one digitally, trough your Izzet transmitter, or whichever other device you are accessing the network with. I shall begin with in person sign ups!"

They walk trough the gates of Valor's Reach, the camera following it closely. It turns left almost immediately after entering and approaches an information booth, a nervous looking human sitting behind it.

"Good afternoon! I would like to sign up for the death games! ^" Plxtwt chirps at the human.

"Y-yes, just fill in this form" The human sputters before shoving a piece of paper into the homunculus' hands.

"Thank you Kyle!" Plxtwt holds the paper up to the camera "These questions are the same as the ones you find in the digital form, the link to which can be found after this broadcast!" It turns back to the human, "Say, Kyle, this form asks for two to three members of a team, but I'm here by myself, whatever must I do? Will I be unable to participate?"

"No, you can fillinthisotherform to help us machtmake." Kyle mutters before handing Plxtwt another piece of paper, which it also holds up to the camera after briefly cringing. "Great job Kyle, indeed, if you are alone without a teammate or you're a group of two looking for a third there is a different form for you to fill in. After submitting it we will assign you a new partner or two to fight alongside with!"

The camera begins moving backwards until it leaves Valor's Reach once more, flying upwards so you get a clear view of the whole stadium, inside there are a bunch of people setting up what seems to be a small town, except all the houses are empty and have no windows or doors in the respective frames. The words "See you soon!" appear on screen before the footage cuts out.

Signup as a team (only needs to be filled in once per team)

Looking for member(s)

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Past and Future

He turns off his lizard tank's light, locks the door, and prepares for bed. Looking out from Nido Sanctuary onto the Mezzio below, he sees the shining lights of the city, and feels a sense of pride from his efforts to keep his family one step ahead of the others. Gesserith retires to his bed, ending a long day of contracting and "recruitment". He lays down, and sleep claims him once again. And as it happens to be, he begins to dream.

As it begins, they remain normal. Unimpressive. He flies like a bird through the city, watching as the skyscrapers give way to desert and sun, just as Thunder Junction. Friends from the Sterling Company wave as he soars across the wastes. Enjoyable, relaxing, peaceful.

As that segment ends, a walk through the city commences. A great day, if not a little cloudy. "Oh well," he says, "still a lovely day." But something is... different. The sky hangs heavy with some unknown force, as though the world itself resists something. Perhaps he needs to lay off the coffee. As he walks, strange circles seem to form in the clouds above. Unnatural circles, with lines moving through them. Then all of a sudden, chaos. The streets shake with a fury yet known to the city. The sky itself seems to struggle to remain up. From the clouds, limbs pierce through them, striking buildings and the ground below. The once blue sky turns a murky red as creatures emerge from the portals above. Phyrexians. It's the invasion all over again.

As the chaos ensues, he runs forward. He will not allow more death to befall his plane once again. Grabbing a nearby piece of rebar to use as a spear, he charges the invaders. Striking foe after foe, his primary objective is to protect whoever he can, family alignment notwithstanding. Attempting to pull people from rubble, out of cars, ensuring civilian safeholds, all while the sky seems to fall around him.

But not all Capennans remained safe. The Maestros, the troubling little assassins, seemed to fall to the Phyrexians. But not just death, no. A rebirth, as one of them. Only one thing to do. Finally, an excuse for a little bit of violence against them. Within reason. Finally linking back up with his family, and some stragglers from other families, he claims his spear, and charges into the fray. Side by side, the coalition moves to pressure the invaders. Moving like a phalanx, only few fall as the formation pushes on.

But the group can only stand against the assault for so long. One by one, they fall. An inevitability, however much he craved it to be the opposite. The formation falls apart as desperation sets in. It is every man for himself. Trying to keep as many people alive as possible, Gesserith falls back to try and keep some kind of defense. But his gaze falls to one unlucky soul. Pierced by the invader's blade, they reach out to Gesserith, hoping, praying that something could be done. The arm falls. The Phyrexian turns its attention to the Broker.

Trembling with fear, he moves to planeswalk away. Anywhere but here. He focuses himself, then takes a step. Then another. Nothing changes. He tries to find his spark, and finds only an emptiness within. Realizing he has only one change, he moves into a desperate sprint to escape. But the time has passed. Surrounded, he tries to fend them off. They close in, and the creature's arm, still stained with blood, pierces his chest. Darkness.

He sits up with more haste then he expected his bones to react with. It hurts, sure, but the adrenaline running through numbs it almost immediately. Just a dream, he thought. He tries to lie back down, turning around in a foolish attempt to shake it off. "Ah, to hell with this," he groans, getting up and changing into a simple outerwear. "I need to clear my head. Feeling his spark within, feeling a degree of comfort realizing it's still there, he leaves his room and emerges at an overlook of a large ecosystem: The Vastlands of Arcavios. He finds himself at a nice wooded area, with a downed log and a fire pit nearby. "At least you haven't left me."

Sitting on the log, he speaks out into the nearby nothingness. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieves a small pendant, and clutches it in his hands. "It's been years since the invasion. I've recovered. I've seen the world. Hell, I've sparked. I have glimpsed the Blind Eternities, and yet still I am tormented by these FUCKING MEMORIES!! WHY? WHAT HAVE I DONE?" Finding a nearby rock, he kicks it out into the emptiness. "WHY DO I HAVE TO BE HERE NOW? WHY AM I THE SURVIVOR? WHY?! Why did you leave me?! Why... why...", he cries, as his screams give way to sobbing. On the log, he falls on his back, allowing his emotions to take hold. He knows no one else is around to hear him, but he still feels guilty. If he can't handle it on his own, what's the point? Eventually, he comes to. He sits up, still shaken by the experience.

He looks out, gazing upon the land that seems to go on forever. It's not the same as the deserts of Thunder Junction, where all that goes on seems to just be deserts. These areas vary, shift. They seem to move alongside him as he looks down upon the area. "Damn kid. Turned me into a crying mess." He opens the pendant, revealing a picture of a young woman, almost young enough to be his daughter. A tear falls down onto his hand, dodging the picture. Sure, it would be symbolic, but pictures hang around longer when not tainted by saltwater. He closes it as he looks to his side.

"This is all your fault. Everything since that fucking day. Moving out to different planes, forging alliances, keeping the peace. All of it because of you." A short silence. "You know, I'm joining a tournament soon. To secure some good prizes. I'm joining with a ninja and his kami. Let me tell you, I kinda have a soft spot for the spirit. Very endearing. Reminds me of you, at least a bit. Maybe this will be it. The thing I need to finally let go. Hell I sure hope it is. Don't you worry, I'll keep myself safe. I know you were always concerned about me and my 'old man bones'. I'm not that old. Am I? No, no, I'm fine. Am I arguing with myself? By the angels, I must be out of it. Anyway. I miss you. More than I ever thought I would be able to." A longer silence. "Don't you worry, kiddo. I'll make it all worth it. The day I stop trying will be the day I roll over and die. Wish me luck, kid." On that, he finally stands, with more resolve than usual. He planeswalks back.

He gazes upon his lizard's tank. It's sleeping peacefully, nestled between a rock and another rock. "Lucky," he grunts. He changes back, and sits down in his bed, exhausted. Barely able to put the covers over himself, sleep takes Gesserith once again, bringing him to another dream. But this one. This one is different. He sees the image of a half-human, half-demon ninja and his spirit. He sees the image of friends on Thunder Junction and Arcavios. He sees the image of a young woman. He moves forward silently, bringing her into a long embrace. At last, after years of relentless torment, the contractor knows peace. With determination, he holds her close, and wakes up with a fire in his heart. The tournament, and the world, will be his.

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Name: Plxtwt

Species: Homunculus

Gender and Pronouns: Agender they/it

Color Identity: White/blue

Height: like 90cm (almost 3ft)

Weight: Kickable

Age: Recently turned 2000 :D

Plane(s) of Residence: Kylem

Plane of Origin: Kylem

Affiliations: The Kylem productions team I haven't bothered properly naming yet

Titles/Ranks/Positions: does stuff

Allied Organizations: Some of the capenna crime families, some ravnica guilds

Companions/Associates: Scrap, Wire

Likes:

Dislikes:

Bio: Kylem Homunculus who likes organising and filming unscripted stuff and fucks around if its funny occasionally

Cards:

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That can definitely be arranged yeah!

HELLO CHALLENGERS

Our info desk has been flooded lately with requests for team merchandise, even before we've started running our team promotions!

So, if you have any merchandise ideas for your team, be that shirts, bags, plushies, toys, flags,... let us know! We will (with your permission of course) do our best to make those dreams a reality!

*(contestants will get 40% of profit for the merch for their team)

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HELLO CHALLENGERS

Our info desk has been flooded lately with requests for team merchandise, even before we've started running our team promotions!

So, if you have any merchandise ideas for your team, be that shirts, bags, plushies, toys, flags,... let us know! We will (with your permission of course) do our best to make those dreams a reality!

*(contestants will get 40% of profit for the merch for their team)

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"You didn't even get cleaned up?" Plxtwt beams into Zurii's mind via telepathy. They sign to the rest in Capennan sign language "Sorry I was running late, had some more paperwork to do on Kylem, Scrap and Wire should've been roaming around already taking pictures and filming important stuff though"

A Night to Remember

The Thorn of Torrezon was one of the more expensive and exclusive eateries within Alta Torrezon. It was a wonderfully decorated restaurant, and by the time everyone had arrived, tables were set and drinks were waiting. Menus had been set out as well as elegantly crafted silverware at each spot. The newlyweds took their seats at the head of the table set at the center of the room alongside their few family members.

Guitirre was about to take his seat before he said, "Ah! I have nearly forgotten something! Calisto, help me if you would?" The tired Legionnaire nodded and joined Guitirre as he quickly rushed outside. There was a moment's confusion as the others took their seats. Guitirre and Calisto returned, a large object obscured by a piece of thin black cloth held across his arms.

The High Marshal marched up to Arturo, grinned, and removed the cloth, revealing a shield decorated with his new rose. It gleamed from the interior light, its finish unblemished and looking as though it were fresh from the forge. Arturo's eyes widened when he saw it.

"A gift, since you seemed so fond of the other," he said, clapping Arturo's shoulder. Arturo took the shield from Calisto, whistling.

"It's gorgeous," he said quietly. "Thank you."

"I should also mention that I gave you an additional week of leave for when you return," Guitirre said, going to take his seat. "That way you can enjoy some quality time with your new husband."

"So long as we aren't being eaten alive," Calisto said with a very dry laugh. "We'll do the best we can to make sure that doesn't happen, uncle."

"Have some faith, Calisto. You're plenty competent," Arturo said with a smile. He admired the shield for a few moments more before one of the waitstaff offered to take it and place it -- carefully -- on an empty table. Calisto then took his own seat at the table, doing his best to look happy.

"Do not worry about price point," Colmenares said as everyone settled in. "Order whatever you please. Enjoy yourselves." The bishop looked to the waitstaff. "That goes for you too. I will be covering it, and I would rather you not go hungry." They blinked, a bit stunned, but many murmured various thank-yous.

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[plxtwt-posting]

Capenna is a plane of addicts I swear

Halo is forbidden

To all the merchants, contractors and employers who come from New Capenna. Halo is forbidden.

We are your clients, we could even be associates. But we arent your complices. Our planes have enough problem, we won`t have your ridiculous squabbles overt this lichor in my home.

We forbid for any vehicle, weapons, and drink to circulate around our towns.

Understood?

[plxtwt-posting]

Hello Khepmi, Chima,

Based on the information we have available on each on you trough our matchmaking program, we think you might be able to form a solid team together. This is an automated message, you can deliberate under it, if at any point you both reply with "CONFIRM" we will update our systems to compensate, if either of you reply with "DENY" we will try to find you each a different match. Kind regards, the Kylem Multiversal Death Games Team.

@sundial-scarab @dimir-archivist

[plxtwt-posting]

Plxtwt sits at a desk, custom made with an eye motif. Scrap and Wire humm around the room chasing each other. On their desk stands a monitor, which it's using to look at registrations, one of the signed up teams has the same name in it three times. "Oh that's odd." Plxtwt thinks, sending a message about it in the production group chat. Not thinking much more about it they continue scrolling, pausing on every other signup form.

They jump off their chair and walk out of Valor's reach, to the training grounds, where it sits and watches some of the kylem native teams practise as the extraplanar ones hadn't shown up yet. An off-course fireball flings straight towards their face, which they quickly counterspell. The kid who threw it apologising profusely. Plxtwt signs not to worry about it and walks off. "This is all so boring," they think, before planeswalking off to Kamigawa, "maybe there's something more interesting going on there."