Kiss, Mary, O'Kill
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
The Killbots shall rise again!
The Big Idea was barking orders and mean names at mooks to get his zeppelin off the ground, when a throng of ball-shaped Killbots scuttled into the hangar through the ludicrously exposed, not-so-secret top-secret tunnel leading into the League of Dastardly Doom's headquarters – a "secret" volcano base built to resemble a giant head, complete with functioning brain in a dome at the precipice.
Secret Base
Land
T: Add {C} to your mana pool.
T: Add one mana of any color to your mana pool. Spend this mana only to cast a spell that shares a watermark with Secret Base.
Giant the race? Or giant as in large? Won't know, cuz not even silver-border will touch land and creature together on the type line again!
Yesterday, the brainiac villain succeeded in eliminating one of his rival villains by cleverly repurposing an escape hatch in his blimp and flushing her out of the sky. The ingenious new operation he'd devised – which the dastard's steady-handed mooks were supposed to be loading lobe lobbers onto his dirigible for – was in celebration to that.
The villains of the League of Dastardly Doom were always plotting something, always after recognition for their diabolical schemes, and always on the alert for convenient or contrived circumstances to slaughter the other mad scientists with whom they shared a seat at the evil masterminds' table.
As the bad guy with the most brains (literally), The Big Idea believed himself most deserving the court over his foes.
Why these Killbots came to harass him, after The Big Idea so triumphantly removed their mistress from the picture, gave him brain pain.
Mary O'Kill's accessories to murder whirred, beeped, and clicked, their bladed, scythe-like appendages clacking. They legged aside, letting a Killbot to the front.
This Killbot wasn't like its swarm. The top popped up (or rather, the top that was really an umbrella), revealing it to be the top half of a Killbot disguise.
A "ballgown." Egads!
You've heard of unstable. What if, after the trap was sprung, the mask was pulled off…and the biggest dastard of all was the meddler you thought dead?
Scary Poppins had shown up. Beady-eyed, homicidal Daphne Blake.
Mary O'Kill, in the metal corset and flesh!
"How are you still alive? I killed you!" The Big Idea threw a hissy fit.
"Rumours of my death…" Mary drawled, shoulders tilted by the oversized brooch/false Killbot eye worn as a necklace around her neck. "Have been greatly exaggerated."
The Big Idea at once felt curious, despondent, delighted, and enraged. Curious since he was interested what cheap trick she employed to evade her doom; despondent since his conspiracy had failed; delighted because he would get another stab at it; and enraged she was crashing his victory crime.
A mindset Mary's endless army of spheroid robots seemed to take pleasure imitating, surely to set him off.
"How am I alive, you ask?" The steampunk assassin didn't neglect etiquette. "A little wit and the art of the switch."