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That's why she's here now, on the strange and savage plane known as Tarkir, watching an errant example of why I acted against the meaningless cycles of suffering in this world. Avacyn's comforting hand a silent promise of protection on her shoulder that she returns, the wounded comforting the wounded while around them monsters (and a bunch of squirrels) bay for blood.

"I'm destined to be trapped in the Meditation Realm" she explained to the others, "so I can't follow you in. I'll deal with Sarkhan and the other walkers"

"Very well" said Avacyn. "Valgavoth. You will ensure no harm comes to her, and reinforce her designs. Deeznuts will run interference with the clans, de-escalating them". The "agent" nodded, threw down a smoke bomb, and suddenly an empty trenchcoat was flopping to the ground while there was rustling in the grass, in every direction.

Don't think about it, she mouthed at the visibly confused angel.

"A sound stratagem!" exclaimed the demon, rubbing his forelimbs together eagerly. "This one has a gift for weaving both cocoons and possibilities! She was a most worthy adversary, I cannot even BEGIN to imagine what she must be like as an ally..."

"Can you just focus on the mission?" she protested. "Yes, yes, of course, my little ones are tracking the dragons as we speak" chuckled the demon, eerily in tune with her as both of them cast out their abilities. It appals her how in synch they are, the demon's flagrant aura of fear and worst case scenarios providing as a camouflage and a causal for her more subtle machination. Spooky and calamitous (yet broadly positive) outcomes reached out to shape events in Tarkir, giving her room to provide more finesse.

"As for you, Shry, you're with me" ordered Avacyn.

"Ah, of course. To counterspell the counterspeller?" teased the plane-eating horror of the team. Avacyn stared daggers at her. "That, and because I trust you less than Valgavoth"

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