Given that one of the overarching themes of Mizar the Magnificent is ‘don’t try to summon demons’, it probably wouldn’t be required to get a clue.
That’s not to say that nobody would try it, though. (Knowing how fans operate, probably exactly the opposite.)
We’ve had a few asks about this, and all Mod M can say is:
(But if you’re interested in writing/making at/otherwise doing something with the idea, go for it! I’d love to see what you do with it, and it certainly wouldn’t be out of character. :D)
Inspiration hit and I attempted to draw Ian last night.. Why did I make him look so sad? The world might never know.
I think I’m going to form the Ian Beale protection squad. He needs protection he is good and he is trying his best.
With the #Cipherhunt going on, I really hope someone in @transcendence-au writes something for Ian doing a parallel to it called Bael Hunt. I don’t know what Ian would have as the prize, but meeting Dipper, Ian in cosplay, or Ian in cosplay possessed by Dipper so he floats, glows, and has other resulting traits would have pretty interesting results.
TAU I HAVE FOUND YOUR SECRET
On the one hand, I personally don’t think the Alcor in ‘Mizar the Magnificent’ is a particularly good guy. The premise of the show is that he basically forces Stella to join him, become Mizar, and help him figure out what’s going on in the supernatural world (and fight a decently-sized chunk of it) in exchange for helping her out of a life-threatening situation that the show would imply he had set her up for in the first place (sort of like how if you freeze-frame the images Bill flashes in Dreamscaperers it pretty much confirms he knew Gideon was going directly to jail, do not pass go, and sabotaged his own deal to make that happen). Alcor likes Earth and its dimension, he’s pretty fond of it the way it is, and he thinks humans are a lot of fun – he’s not interested in having it destroyed, but that’s mostly because he isn’t done with it yet. This is actually what would allow the endgame with Bael to play out the way Ian wants it to – Alcor comes to care more about Stella as the series progresses, but he sure doesn’t start out with her best interests at heart, and it wouldn’t take much stretching of the truth to convince her that the only way he really cares about her is like a pet.
There’s also the fact that the show is extremely cautionary about summoning demons. There are several episodes that feature demons that should not have been raised as villains in some capacity, whether as minor villains on their own or as the force behind a human evildoer (or human transformed into a bloodthirsty, mindless monster of some description, or supernatural plague, or other horrible thing Stella somehow has to stop). And there are consequences for main characters who get involved with demons too – Sam, who is revealed to have made an ill-advised deal with Bael for well-intentioned reasons, is basically turned into a puppet and used to nearly destroy his own dimension, and Grauntie Carla’s dislike and disdain for the supernatural is revealed to stem from a bad experience with Alcor in her own youth, one she’s still trying to undo all the damage from. Alcor isn’t an exception to the rule of ‘summoning demons is a Very Bad Idea’.
On the other hand, it’s kind of just a silly thing. (Plus somehow Alex Hirsch got Gravity Falls on the Disney channel. I’m just saying.)
Sam is Ian’s self-insert.
Which is to say, he’s a kid with unusual interests (including demonology), a lot of often-irrational anxiety, and a ruthless, try-and-stop-me approach towards getting what he wants out of life. A bad choice made for the right reasons (trying to save his father’s life) left him in debt to Bael, and gave him something else to be anxious about. It’s almost a relief when Alcor chooses a champion and Bael decides to call in the favour Sam owes him. Getting close to Stella is not actually bad at all. Having to betray her definitely is.
“So. Season two. Any ideas about how to start it off with a bang?”
There was a general shuffling of papers and buzz around the writers’ room table. Zelda, unsurprisingly, was the first to speak. “Well, the viewers are still losing it over Bael. I thought -”
“Just a moment,” Ian interrupted. “Do you guys think we can hold off on having Bael show up again until the finale?”
Around the table, the team exchanged looks.
“What, like…like a horror movie, kind of suspense build, sort of thing? Yeah dude, that makes sense,” Ricardo said, but he still sounded uncertain. “But – all the way to the finale? That seems like too long, man. Now he’s shown his hand, wouldn’t Bael be trying to kill Stella, like, constantly?”
Ian blinked. “What? Why would he be trying to kill her?”
The look Zelda shot him was one Ian knew she only turned in his direction when he was being particularly inscrutable or ridiculous. “We did just literally finish the season with him using Sam as a puppet to try to drop her down a bottomless pit.”
“Yeah, but Stella doesn’t know that’s Bael! We revealed him to the audience through Alcor, but she still doesn’t know he even exists. Why would he try to kill her? Think about his endgame, guys.”
Her English is more heavily accented than Ian had expected, just based on how well she writes. Her smile is huge and genuine and the illustration she hands him is as lovingly rendered as any of the art she’s posted online. She’s really outdone herself on this one, Ian thinks, taking in the rich colours, the sense of scale, the details of every tiny figure, the carefully-inscribed letters of the code he’d created specifically for Mizar the Magnificent buried in the motion of the scene.
“This is going straight on our living room wall,” he says, through the enormous grin he can’t wipe from his face. “Oh, but – it’s missing something. Can I get this autographed by Mexico’s greatest up-and-coming animator?”
She laughs, and makes some comment about how without Mizar the Magnificent she’d never have been here in the first place – but she signs the illustration. And she accepts the enormous hug Ian gives her after she does.
…
Usually the studio tour is full of adults and the odd teenager, but this time there’s a boy who can’t be any older than five or six, in a tiny red flannel shirt, looking around him with wide, wondering eyes like everything he sees is an enchantment from another world. When Ian rises from his desk to greet the tour, the boy darts out from the group and flings both arms around Ian’s legs.
“I’m so sorry,” the woman Ian presumes is the boy’s mother apologises, looking like she just watched her child pull his pants down in public. “Ever since he saw that promo you did where you talked to that Alcor puppet, you’ve been all he can talk about.“
Ian looks down at the kid hanging, limpet-like, on his legs, and smiles.
“You know,” he says, “I think I might be able to persuade Alcor to come say hi, too. Or at least the Alcor from TV.”
The boy removes his face from Ian’s knees just long enough to look up at Ian with sparkling eyes, and nods once, in apparent awe.
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