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Charlie had never been in a speakeasy, but that's what he would call the place Rigia brought him to. It was dark, dingy, down a back alleyway, and about as far from the glitz and glamour of the Vantoleone as you could get. This was the dirt under the fingernails of New Capenna. This was the real...
Charlie was ushered away in the car, though he remembered little of the journey. Rigia spoke to him, and he responded, but he couldn't remember a word of what was said. He was driven home, his head spinning, full of white noise. Rigia had to help him up the stairs, his legs giving way.
The...
The next few weeks went by in a blur. Charlie witnessed everything, from contacts being signed, to the consequences of breaking one. There weren't that many instances of the latter, but they were the ones that stuck with him more. Valuables taken in lieu of money, home and shops smashed up to...
Charlie looked at himself in the mirror, painfully aware of how much he'd let himself go on Kamigawa. His hair had grown out, become unruly, and he hadn't shaved the whole time he'd been there, so his chin and upper lip were covered in patches of dark hair. To add to this, he could already see...
Red chitinous plates clattered from Charlie’s arm, and he slowly grew shorter as the roots wrapped around his legs receded back underground - it seemed that now the fight was over his conjured armaments were leaving him, as if through some conscious understanding that they were Instants and not...
He patted his pocket and felt the familiar lump of the two dozen or so Magic cards that rested in there. Charlie felt his heart slow down, his breathing become shallower. It was like he was a child again, lost in the supermarket and unable to find his mum. Except it wasn't a supermarket, was it...
Charlie blinked. A second ago, he had been getting up to go and see what Si-Siba had been working on. Now, he was back home. Well, not home, but outside the shop he had bought three packs of Neon Dynasty cards from, what felt like a lifetime ago.
There were people bustling around him, but all...
Weeks passed, and Charlie grew used to life on Kamigawa. Si-Siba, as he learned was the name of the Akki he had summoned, was a friendly and knowledgeable guide. He never found out if she had existed before he had summoned her, and she had just been called to him as a result of his magic, or if...
As Charlie turned, it raced past him. A small dog, it's teddy-bear-like fur all fluffed up and blond - though he was more of a cat person, he recognised it as a Shiba from the memes. In its mouth was what looked like a small bundle of red cord or ribbon, which would be innocuous if not for the...
“What do you mean I’m a Planeswalker? How could you know that?”
“Long story, Planeswalkers were in danger, guy named Ral cast a spell on me. Fact of the matter is, I can see Sparks.”
“Oh yeah, that did happen in War of the Spark, didn't it? Guess Greg Weisman managed to get something right.”...
By now, Charlie was at a bit of a loss. After potentially dying by getting hit by a car, almost falling to his death, and getting chased out if a techno-Japanese Street market, all in the space of a few hours, he didn't really know what else to do. If his only choice was to actually live here...
Charlie swerved his way through the busy streets, following the bustling sound of a market, and the smells of food. There was a part of him that was surprised at how he was handling things, but the cold knife of rationality cut through it. If there was a chance that this was actually real, then...
The metal dragonfly slowly landed in the hangar with all the delicacy and grace of its biological counterpart. Charlie barely felt a shift in the craft as it settled on the ground, the only indication that they were no longer moving being that the thrumming of its wings had ceased.
“Are you...
"Hi, could I just get a couple of the Kamigawa boosters?"
"A couple?"
"Yeah."
"They're currently three for a tenner."
"Oh go on then, you've twisted my arm. Hardest sale you've had all day."
Charlie walked out of Travelling Man, three new boosters in his jacket pocket. It probably wasn't a good...