[ EU ] A pair of Planeswalkers enter a Magic : The Gathering tournament .

`` Hey, question. Do you think guy in the blue robe playing the Jace, Vyrn's Prodigy deck is a little... off?'' I took a seat in the corner opposite my friend, pulled out a deck and started shuffling, just a nervous habit. 
 
 He glanced over his shoulder to see the player in question in conversation with a older woman with a scar across her forehead, Anne Chord. `` Oh, Jason Bela? What do you mean?'' 
 
 `` Well, in my game against him I got this uncomfortable feeling, a sort of headache, and he just kept staring at me. Then, it passed, and he was playing perfectly around my combos, even though I've been nowhere near him all day, and no one else is playing Doran.'' 
 
 He frowned slightly, `` Well you were at the top table and we're going into the final round, could just be nerves, you know, making things worse than they really are. Congrats by the way, did n't think Doran would be doing that well. 
 
 `` Perhaps, still threw me off for that match. Thanks though, it was just a good meta call, no one expects the Treefolk.'' I grinned, everyone underestimated Doran, a 0/5 never looked like much, but it could cause some real pain. `` How was your round? Saw you were playing that goth girl; what was her name? Lilian Vesper? 
 
 `` Yeah, that's the one. It was tough, I did n't realise there were that many reanimation spells in the game. Did you know there's a card called Triassic Egg? No? Neither did I until Zombie Brute came out of it and slapped me in the face for 20. Although, that's not the weirdest part- I swear she was muttering things when thinking, like'would be easier to just kill them and beat their corpses'.'' He shuddered `` I ca n't shake the feeling she meant it.'' 
 
 I shook my head and stood. `` I think we both need to take a breath and get off this tilt. Make a shop run with me? Talk about anything but pale girls who want to turn us into zombies. 
 
 `` Yeah, good idea.'' He turned to the shopkeeper, an older man with silver hair, wearing a purple jacket, `` Could you watch our things? Just going to get some food.'' 
 
 The old man casually pointed to a large bowl on the counter, `` just drop the small things in there, bags under the table and I'll ask George to keep watch''. A tanned and muscled man waved, and I felt our things were in good hands. 
 
 When we got outside my friend turned to me, `` mate, our play group is fucking weird.''
