Christmas: The Gathering

Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.

Summary:

Nahiri is looking to topdeck the halls with Sorin Markov.


Snow on Ravnica was not the most common phenomenon. Thunderheads, electrolytic hypervolts, leaps of flame, and cyclonic rifts jump-started by the Izzet were closer to the norm. But snow was not so rare for a planeswalker as mythic as Nahiri, who'd lived countless seasons and visited countless worlds before Sorin detained her inside the Helvault.

Sorin was full of himself with the naughty/nice bit. That decorated knight horse dung. Lord of Innistrad this! Delicate balance that!

Bog humbug!

In Nahiri's vengeance-filled, stony eyes, he deserved no mercy.

No, she takes it back: He deserved snow mercy.

She'd take everything from him. And this time, her wrath would stick. He got out of the wall last time, but once she found him again, she'd be "certain death" certain to give him more thorough season's beatings, and topdeck the halls with his shattered body parts.

His shattered body parts would make good stocking stuffers.

"You brought this upon yourself, Sorin!" Nahiri continued to bear a bear-punching grudge.

Gifts given. 'Tis better to give than to receive. Especially when her evil presents involve last-minute chopping!

Shaken by her merciless resolve, a Selesnyan guildmage mistook Nahiri for a Boros officer, and coughed at her declaration. Evidently, wearing red and being Kor (core) white on Ravnica grouped you in with the Boros, in the way dressing black and green might place you next in line to lead the Golgari, planar invasion by dragon willing!

Nahiri melted the brickwork around the guildmage's ankles and forged it into a solid structure, trapping the elf in a binding similar to the binding she trapped Sorin in.

The nature commune required its wizard back? Some disassembly required!

"Did you hear the one about the ooze the Simic let eat a fruitcake?" another irritating voice disturbed the Lithomancer's focus. "How 'bout them blade fatalities? Sawing in half a little girl somehow gets you two women!"

"You. Imp." Nahiri cut in on the street performer's routine.

"It's Blim! Comedic genius!" the Rakdos screamed.

"Blim. Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you."

"Awww, why you gotta heckle? Tell you what. Why don't I offer you a preview of my stage show? A killer joke! I guarantee you'll be dying of laughter!"

"You're a hack."

"I do enjoy hacking up an audience! Oh what fun it is to ride and sing a slaying song tonight! Ho!"

"Tell your joke, fiend."

"What's black and white and red all over?"

"A millennia-old vampire, after I'm done with him."