MTG Salvation

♪ To the RIGHT, to the LEFT!
We will FIGHT to the DE-ATH!
To the EDGE of the EARTH!
It's a brave new world!
It's a brave new world!
It's a BRAVE NEW WOOOORLD! ♪

The butcher goans at the music pouring from the 'counterculture' boutique situated at the opposite side of the street. It seems Boiling Angst is going interplanar with locations cropping up at just about every shopping mall, strip mall, and market bazaar on countless worlds.

Butcher: "Every hour, right on the dot. The things I put up with for a cheap lease."

George gestures subtly towards the boutique before darting into its confines.

A. Question the butcher about the cat.

B. Help Mortar Butler and Poultice Maid look for clues.

C. Follow George into Boiling Angst.

D. Follow Ambrose and see what he's doing.

E. Enter Spectator Mode and just let things happen without any further input.

F. 'Forgery dealer?'

G. None of the above.

F. i need a painting forged to sell, so i can keep the real one

*performs a summoning jutsu to get...*

1. Psyduck
2. Pichu
3. Pikachu
4. Growlithe
5. Weedle
6. Slurpuff

Follows George, the sane one

i walk forward, then disappear and touch dox on the back of the head

The auditory assault grows more intense inside of Boiling Angst. Its clientele is predominantly adolescent or just barely in their adulthood. Their wardrobe consists of threads that are either jet black or a garish collage of neon colors. T-shirts celebrating either current pop culture or paying homage to icons of yesteryear line the walls. Plush avatars hang from dainty chains, offering cloying smiles to potential buyers.

George is frantically thumbing through a modest collection of vinyl records, debating on which one to buy. His fingers rifle through the racks at breakneck speed, yet his indecision prevents him from taking full advantage of his celerity.

George: "This one? Nah, I think she's already got that one.

...THIS! Nope, wrong genre. I think?"

i wlk up to Goerge
"Indecision young lad?"

George gives a harried rambling response.

George: "Just...looking for a birthday gift is all. Belated really, should have had it ready already. Could have zipped on over here several times between running errands for Brody, dammit, I mean Ambrose. You...know a good gift for someone who's into Metal?

*Looks over his shoulder then lowers his voice to a near whisper*

"There's this girl I'm kinda seeing and I'm trying to make the right moves. Know what I'm saying?"

I understand young man, and i have a question. hard or soft metal?

George: "How hard is 'Umbral' Metal? Haven't heard the stuff myself, but my lady friend mentioned the term a few times.

*thumbs through a few more vinyls*

"Oh, here's the Umbral section! Hmmmm...Makeshift Mannequin? They look kind of metal."

if your not sure, go with Slipknot, and you should be fine... now, have you seen a cat around these parts?

George continues browsing.

George: "No Slipknot...and no cats. Maybe I should stick with Makeshift Mannequin?"

A random customer squeals in excitement.

"AWWW! KAWAII NEKO!"

Whimbly jumps in surprise. "Do not cuddle this cat! I have rights!" he screams instinctively

*trys not to laugh... and fails epically* well, we should probably go now, and good luck goerge with that meeting with that girl, and if i see you again, remond me of who you are.

A young lady can be seen hoisting an overstuffed plushie depicting a cat dressed in Orzhov finery. She gives it a big bear hug.

Enthused Girl: "Isn't Buurechan the CUTEST?"

A booming voice rings out from behind the front counter:

Head Clerk: "IT'S HERE!"

A cluster of predominantly dark-clad customers migrate towards the register whilst conversing.

"Is this really happening?"

"Best believe, my brother in darkness."

"He actually put out an album? Didn't some 30,000 year old dragon destroyed his soul or something?"

"That's the official story. But Umbral Metal never dies, and he's as Umbral as it gets."

Head Clerk: "Alright, creatures of the night: LESH'ROCK!"

The head clerk triumphantly displays the highly anticipated new album from the undisputed king of Umbral Metal - Lesh'rock. His latest album entitled Smell the Gauntlet is his first release in nearly a century. It is available in both vinyl and compact disc. And there is even a very limited number of Boiling Angst exclusive " er Than " editions that come with a functional reproduction of Lesh'rock's gauntlet.☆

The album proceeds to sell like hotcakes.

George: "Wow! Lidi- ummm, my lady friend would love that! But alas, I can't afford it."

☆: Technically it can be used to amplify any color, but those lucky enough to get one would surely chose .

*has the weedle sniff the item belonging to the cat to see if it can pick up the scent*

Upon sniffing Bullion's ceremonial frock, the Weedle is drawn towards a nearby alley.

Mildred: "Mister...I don't believe I caught your name, has your familiar found something?"

follows the Weedle thingie

Son, how stoked about this girl are you? im willing to shout you the album if you want... but only if your positive

George: "Pretty stoked. She may not look too enthusiastic all the time, but behind closed doors...

"So you'll spot me for the Lesh'rock? That's awesome! I'm sure I'll have more than enough to get you back after we find that cat and get our reward. Might as well go all out and snag a er Than Edition before they sell out. My girl is all about the .

*shouts at the head clerk*

"Hey there, how much for the deluxe edition?"

Head Clerk: "Your SOOOOUL!"

George:

Head Clerk: "Or 1,000,000 Zinos. It's a limited edition of only 665 Multiversewide. And most of them are taken up by preorders. Got one left, Mr. Pearly Whites. Get it before it's gone."

A. Buy the Deluxe album for George to give to his secret girlfriend.

B. Spot him a few extra zinos so he can buy the Standard Edition.

C. Tell him to settle for Makeshift Mannequin.

D. Ask more about his girlfriend.

E. Leave this distraction and get back to the task at hand.

F. None of the above.

A, then D. im feeling like this character should be generous

After making the successful transaction, George looks in awe at his prize that was so generously paid for by Alexzander.

George: "Thanks a lot, friend.  I'll totally get you back.  By the way, I didn't get your name."

Just seconds after making their purchase, a shabbily dressed man in dreadlocks saunters up to the counter and greets the head clerk.  The man's hair and clothing reeks of a particular burnt herb.

Dreadlocks: "Hey, hey! What is happening, my man?"

*fist bumps the head clerk*

Head Clerk: "How's it hanging, Nikita?"

Nikita: "Just got paid some real zinny, brother. Thought I'd splurge and pick up one a those er Than Editions."

Head Clerk: "Sorry, Nik just sold the last one."

Nikita: "You got to be *****ting me, man! Sold out already?"


 

Alexzander, Goerge, and don't worry about, I got oodles of it lying around, and its not very pleasing to own

George: "Is that right? So I take it you didn't join the organization to get rich?"

The conversation at the front counter continues.

Nikita: "You didn't sell all of them, Bro. There's more under the counter. I used to work here, remember?"

Head Clerk: "Those are preorders, Nik. Can't sell one to you unless you reserved ahead of time and plunked down that cash. But if one of them isn't picked up a week from now it's fair game."

Nikita: "Cash? Well check out this *****!"

With a slow windmill slam, Nikita slaps a sizable misshapen lump of gold onto the counter. The head clerk's jaw drops at the sight.

Nikita: "That's right, I'm making the real ***** now. I was ready to hook you up with the real connection, but you're still in Corporate Crony Mode."

Head Clerk: "Wha..."

Nikita: "Smell you later."

Nikita scoops up his gold and walks out the door, the stench of burnt herb in his wake. He casually passes the Weedle as he heads down the alley.

No, i inherited an extremely large sum of it and, lets just say, i have some contacts.
*decides to follow Nikita, all sneaky like*