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Doing serious stories is quite enjoyable. Despite the fact that I'm
still in the process of working on a rather long opus, I felt that a
break was in order. Recharging the batteries through a little bit of
humor has always been a fun tactic for me, so without further ado, I
give you my first, and probably only entry into the Spells R Us
universe. This particular story was inspired by a description of the
card rack in SRU-Trading Cards, and the wizard's fondness for games as
described in Holly Potter and the Mists of Avalon. After all, who would
enjoy Magic more than a Wizard...
Oh, and just so I don't scare anybody off, I don't do a play by play of
a magic game. Just enough so that the purposes of the story are served.
SRU - Mana Burn
By brevdravis
"Hey, Denis! We'll meet you back at the room later, Okay?"
"Yeah, right. You guys didn't even give me time to eat!" I
shouted at the backs of the rapidly retreating group. Acquaintances
really, but they had the decency to at least shower regularly, unlike
some of the people I had ended up sharing rooms at conventions with.
Gamers, by and large, well, mostly large... They tended to have some
kind of aversion to soap. Fortunately, this time I had avoided the
fatbeards that tended to plague such events.
I wouldn't even have done this con if it hadn't been for the
Magic tourney. Usually I only did one to three cons a year, whenever I
could get a break. However, the last several events, I had entered into
the Magic the Gathering tournament. I wasn't even close to breaking
into the professional level, but I had consistently won with a deck
design that used none of the typical tricks. If anything, my play style
had been fairly boring, but it had won.
So far this con, I had gotten into the semi-finals. Not bad at
all. If I kept up my winning streak I might actually get some notice on
the national level. And even if I didn't, the prize money for getting
as far as I had might actually pay for more than just the ride out
here. It would be nice to be able to actually be able to save up some
money and move out of my parents' basement.
Seven o'clock on a Friday night and where was I? Sitting alone in
a food court, wolfing down a burger with fries. Having nobody to talk
to, after the disappearance of my temporary roomies, I pulled my deck
from my jacket pocket. Not really a mister suitcase kind of guy, I just
brought one deck, plus sideboard to every convention. I was NOT going
to mess with a winning strategy. Alright, lucky strategy. Magic was,
after all, a game that relied on a great deal of luck as well as
thought.
Inside their protective sleeves, the cards slipped out of the box
into my hands. I wiped my greasy fingers on a napkin, and shuffled
rapidly. I cut the deck, taking a bite of my burger, and drew my cards.
Perfect hand. Just the right balance of mana and spells. I cut again
and again dealt myself a hand. Not as good this time, but easily
workable. Chomping on the burger, I smirked, recalling how almost
everyone I had played had bitched about my luck in draws. It wasn't
luck, just good design.
I really didn't want to go back to the hotel room just yet, since
it was a good four blocks away, and it was only about seven thirty. I
deposited my tray after finishing my meal, and decided that walking
around the mall would be nice. It would be a heck of a lot nicer than
that fricking Real World marathon that whatshername kept playing. Yes I
was sharing my room with a girl, and yes her boyfriend was with her,
and no she was not interested, and yes he was big, and no I was not.
Malls everywhere in America have taken on a sameness that I
really didn't care for. No matter what town I ended up staying in, I
could always depend on the local mall having the exact same stores as
every other one I had ever been in. At least one chain bookstore, one
or two electronics stores, a zillion or so chain clothing stores, and a
Spencers. If it was a really cool mall, they might actually have a
Friendly Local Game Shop. Most often, they didn't. Chains were rapidly
trying to fill that niche too, so far too often I ended up trying to
talk shop to a bored sixteen year old with acne and more interest in
cars than games.
I smiled when I saw the sign for a store that HAD to be a game
shop. Spells R Us. Come on, it had friendly local store written all
over it. It didn't even fit in with the rest of the mall, typical gamer
icon. A little wooden door? I shrugged. Probably was a Thomas Kinkade
gallery before, or some other piece of crap arthouse shop. No huge
glass windows, but that was typical as well. Right now I needed to talk
shop.
The little bell rang as I opened the door, peering in. Whoa, was
my first thought. The place looked like somebody had tossed about
fifteen Chaos Orbs inside and hadn't bothered to clean up afterwards.
There was everything in here! A bunch of cleaning supplies dominated
one side, followed by racks and racks of uh, junk. I mean it looked
like somebody had robbed a few gypsy fortune tellers, followed by
raiding a local porn shop, then topping it off by knocking over a toy
store afterwards. Costumes, toys, little statues, electronic toys, a
couple racks of what looked like wands, a big case of gangsta jewelry
intermixed with other stuff, a big dog staring at me...
A dog? I blinked as I stared at the large animal eyeing me with a
wary glance. I was getting the very distinct impression that this
wasn't the FLGS I had hoped to find. I could see a few books in the
right size and shape to be game books, and I thought I could see a
small rack of cards, but apart from that, I figured I was in the wrong
place.
"I'll be right with you!" A voice shouted from behind a curtain
near the back of the store. I wasn't really paying attention, trying
very hard not to stare at the large dog on the floor. I remembered
reading somewhere that dogs viewed eye contact as a challenge.
"Don't worry about the wolf. He's harmless as long as you are." I
was rather amused to see an elderly man walk in. He had a large beard,
and was apparently wearing a bathrobe. Oh great, I thought. I get one
of those guys who lives in his store. Probably thought he had closed up
for the night and I disturbed his washing up in the back.
"Uh, thanks." I mumbled, trying to figure out exactly what I was
doing in here. Why was I bothering with the FLGS anyway? I could
probably find anything I needed at the dealers room.
"I assure you, Denis, I have many items that you would definitely
be interested in." The old guy spoke again, staring at me intently. I
wondered for a moment at how he knew my name, before I remembered that
I was wearing my con badge. They hadn't thought to supply name tags
this year, so I had appropriated a black marker and written "Denis"
very large and in charge across the front of the badge.
"Yeah, look, uhm, sorry I came at a bad time, I'll just come back
tomorrow." I blustered, retreating towards the door. Now would be my
cue to leave.
"No time is a bad time for a man with interest in Magic." The
guy's cryptic response got my attention. I wasn't sure how he knew that
I...
"I'm a wizard, now stop with the stupid thoughts, I've heard them
all before and you're really starting to get on my nerves. Accept it
and let's move on." The uh, wizard spoke rapidly, tapping his fingers
on the counter in front of him
"Okay..." I shrugged. I'd dealt with a lot weirder stuff in my
days at the con. I'd have to tell him the one about the barbarian who
walked into Burger King and ordered "MEAT".
"I've heard it. And it was funnier when it was a Klingon." Okay,
now I was really freaked out. I decided to just shut up and see if he
had what I wanted.
"Do you carry Magic cards?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course I carry "Magic" cards." The wizard replied with a
smirk on his face. "I have a few packs that I could part with for
retail, if you're interested."
"Sure, what have you got?" I smiled moving closer to the counter.
Heck, maybe this old goat would have a few rares that he didn't know
were valuable.
"I have singles." He picked up a binder from somewhere below the
counter and slammed it down upon it. The thing was huge! There must
have been thousands of cards in it! "And I have starters and boosters."
He gestured over his shoulder at a small rack. There were a huge
variety of expansions in the rack, but there only appeared to be a few
packs of each. Typical for a small operation.
"Well, I wasn't planning on building a new deck in the middle of
a tourney." I shrugged. It was against the rules, anyway. "What I was
hoping was to find some..."
"Unlimited." The wizard finished my sentence. The holy grail of
Magic. The first BIG release. It had been over ten years, and basic
cards from that series were going for beaucoup bucks. I just nodded.
"I unfortunately sold out of that particular series months ago.
However I do have a few Alpha series that I might be willing to part
with for the right price." My jaw hit the floor. If Unlimited was the
Holy Grail, Alpha was the equivalent of having sex with Athena. The
FIRST release. The one from which the rarest cards went for WAY too
much money.
"How, uh, how much?" I gasped out, as the old man dropped five
foil wrapped packets on the counter. Alpha, unopened. The price for
these in today's market...
"I can offer you two payment options. First, you can pay standard
cost for these. Right off the bat I'll let you know that you couldn't
afford it." I nodded. I had expected as much. As he watched my face
fall, the wizard held up his hand. "Or, you can play me one game of
Magic, and pay retail for em."
RETAIL! Three bucks? Fifteen bucks total for cards that couldn't
possibly exist? I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I rapidly
nodded my head.
"So we have a game then." The wizard grinned, pulling a dark box
from under the counter.
"Uh, do you mind telling me what colors you play?" I asked,
drawing my own deck from my jacket. One game. He didn't even say I had
to win! "I play white, blue, green."
"Blue, artifact, black." The wizard shot back, before a
thoughtful look came across his face. "You do realize that this is a
real "Magic" game?"
The emphasis on the word magic threw me for a moment. I shrugged,
and started to shuffle.
"As long as it's a friendly game." I smirked back. "No foul
language, no calling anybody else a cheater, and if anyone mentions
Pokemon or Yu-gi-oh after I finish this sentence the death penalty
applies."
"And you agree to be bound by the effects of any spells you
cast." The wizard smirked.
"If you agree not to cheat by reading my mind." I grinned right
back. The answering nod made me a bit more relieved.
"Why cheat when it's "just" a game?" the wizard pulled a gold
coin from his pocket and flipped it skyward with his thumb.
"Tails." I called, happily crowing "play" when the wizard
displayed the coin featuring a rather shapely female backside. Nice
taste in coins, I thought.
The game went swiftly. As usual, my deck did not let me down,
allowing me to counter most of what the wizard threw at me with aplomb.
After a few rapid turns, I was finally ready to throw down one of my
deadliest combinations.
"Ready?" I asked as the wizard tossed down yet another card with
a shapely woman on it. He must have been using alternate art cards,
because I had never seen so many hot chicks in a game. I reminded
myself to check on that when I got back to the con. "Okay then, Serra
Angel, Creature Bond."
This was one of my favorite combos. Serra's were one of the best
drawn cards, with a beautiful dirty blonde angel with generous
cleavage, holding a sword. Creature bond was a great way to take
advantage of the Serra's ability to attack and defend, giving me life
whether I was on the offense or on the defense.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" the Wizard asked menacingly,
his eyes taking on a typical psych out stare. I wasn't buying it, and
rapped my fingers on the table.
"Done."
The wizard smiled again, looked at his hand, and the seven life
points he had after my turn.
"I concede." The wizard smiled, placing his hand face down on the
table.
"Oh no, you're going to see my final turn!" I laughed, gesturing
towards his hand. The wizard chuckled a little smugly, and picked up
his hand again. He played a small ground creature, and placed his hand
down.
"Are you sure you want to play your next turn?" he asked in a
quiet voice. His eyes had begun to sparkle in a manner that wasn't
exactly readable.
I grinned, pulling a card from my deck. Perfect as always. I
grinned, tapping the correct amount of land, before flipping the card
around to show it to the wizard.
"Divine Transformation." I snickered, before slapping the card
down on the Serra Angel.
"And you hit me for the exact amount to end the game and call all
spells into effect." The wizard laughed.
"Huh?" I blurted, staring down at the cards. They seemed to
shimmer slightly, and the face of the angel in the card winked at me. I
mean winked. An old school, Marylin Monroe wink.
"Spells are more than the rules. The spirit of the spells is what
is called into effect."
Fear ran through me sending shivers of ice up and down my spine.
"So, let's see now. You found a creature called a Serra Angel.
You bonded with that creature so that spells that affect it affect you.
And then you cast a transformation spell upon it." The Wizard laughed
again as I stared at the cards. There was a swirling in the air as they
seemed to take on a life of their own. They lifted off the table and
began to circle me, spinning like a card thrower's projectiles.
A pale light seemed to emanate from the cards, bathing me in the
radiance. On and on the glow continued until I couldn't see anything
but the horrid brilliance. It was then that I felt myself beginning to
change.
It was not instantaneous, seeming to last hours, but I was sure
it was only a few moments. I felt my weight receding, a lightness that
I had not known to exist filling my soul. The light extended through
me, shining out of my back, and collecting into two feathered
appendages. It continued, coursing through my body, reshaping, molding.
Every fiber of my being seemed infused with the brightness as I felt
myself becoming slimmer, but stronger. I could feel the pulls of
weights on my torso, both to the front and the back. Between my legs,
well, the light pushed inwards, reshifting my genitalia to a form more
pleasing to the ideal of the angels.
And then, suddenly the light was gone. I was kneeling on the
floor, my breath coming in short intakes. Long golden hair streamed
into my vision, which I brushed backwards with my arm as I stood. A
resounding crash came from my left, and I looked to see that my...
wing... had knocked over a small statuette, which now lay in pieces on
the floor. My jacket, I also noted, was shredded, along with the back
of the shirt I had been wearing. The shirt. Far too tight, as I looked
down to see the rather large breasts upon my chest, straining against
the fabric. At least my jeans still fit.
"Would you mind putting those things away?" the wizard asked a
bit testily. He gestured towards my wings.
Still trying to adjust, I concentrated on my back, and to my
delight noted that the wings folded back nicely against it. They were
still there, just not very obvious. In fact, if I wore a jacket that
was large enough, they probably wouldn't even be noticed. But I was a
female Angel! This was not a good thing!
Almost of their own accord, my hands came up to clasp at my
breasts. The feeling was ecstatic, and I gasped in pleasure, before the
wizard's annoyed cough brought me back to my senses.
"If you don't mind, I have a business to run here. It was a nice
game alright, but I'd like to finish our little business."
"Wait a minute." I shook my head, trying to clear it. I was still
in shock from the rapid change, and needed a moment. "Can't you turn me
back?"
"I didn't change you. You did it." The wizard chortled, passing
me the foil packets. "That'll be Sixteen oh Five, with tax."
Numbly I reached to my back pocket, noting the shapely rear that
I now had. I pulled out my wallet and handed the wizard a twenty.
"But can't you change me?" I whined, as he rang up the sale and
handed me my change.
"Bad form to mess with someone else's spells. Do it yourself."
"Bad form!" My hands dropped to my side before I noticed the
rather large sword that was now buckled there. A thought crossed my
mind, but was immediately squelched by the warning growl from the wolf.
"That's right. A pleasure doing business with you Denise." the
wizard laughed again, staring at my chest. "Nice rack, by the way."
"But I..." Before I knew it I was walking towards the door. I had
no control whatsoever.
"Oh, and you might want to fix that jacket before you go anywhere
special." The wizard's final words echoed through my eardrums as I
opened the door and stepped out into the fluorescent light of the mall.
In my hand there were five packs of cards. In my other hand there was
my deck.
And all over my body, I was female. I couldn't believe what had
happened, and turned around to walk right back into that store. It
wasn't there. All that was there was a pair of double doors with an
emergency exit sign above them.
I felt weak in the knees, and breathed deeply, trying to steady
myself. Okay, calm down. I opened my wallet, noting the cash in it, but
also noting with despair the identification with my face on it. I had
already caught a glimpse of the face that I now had. I looked nothing
like my old self. If anything I looked like a leggy blonde who had a
fascination with medieval weaponry. Well, at least I would fit in
alright with the rest of the convention.
This wasn't the best situation, but I had to make do. I inhaled,
stretching my new body to its limit. I had to think...
"Hey, Great Costume." A voice called behind me, and I realized
that while stretching, my wings had become extended again, almost of
their own free will. They didn't seem to want to be flat against my
back.
I quickly retracted them, and turned to see a small geeky kid in
a Voyager uniform. Trekkies. I groaned. I smiled, what I later realized
must have been a dazzling sight, and walked on. I still had everything.
Perhaps this was just the impetus I needed to get out of my parent's
house. First stop, my hotel room.
"But won't she just revert himself with another card?" Danni
asked, as she stared into the scrying pool, and the image of the blonde
Valkyrie rapidly changing into another jacket.
"Not likely. She'd have to have some actual skill in Magic to do
so, and she quite obviously never had it, never will."
"But she cast those spells in your game." Danni complained,
pointing out the obvious flaw in the logic.
"Because I lent her some of my magical ability for the game, dear
apprentice. If she could find another person willing to cast the right
spell, or loan her some magic, she might be able to go back, but why in
god's name would she want to?" The wizard admired the extremely shapely
form that Denise now possessed. It was a shame really that Denise
hadn't cast any mind altering spells, since the body she now inhabited
would have been extremely fun to watch.
"I could always do it." Danni offered, her gaze still on the
beauty who now seemed to be going through a complicated kata with her
sword for an appreciative audience of balding males.
"Bad form to mess with someone else's magic." the wizard laughed,
looking at his latest customer.
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