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Edarial is nine, and he's avoiding his mother again.
Exploring the palace gets old after a while, but the library's even worse, and he suspects that if he spent any more time in his room, he'd scream. So, exploring the palace it is. Berathyme's with him, anyway, so the palace won't be so boring. She tends to make observations he didn't notice himself, and that's always interesting, if not always useful. Corridor, corridor, guest rooms, oh yes that is the closet with all of the uncomfortably looking coats, he'd forgotten about that one. Berathyme observes that they've been used relatively recently, some poor souls must have suffered - and then he opens a door and there's something he doesn't recognize.
He stares at the bar in confusion, consults briefly with Berathyme, and then wanders in.
What exactly is going on here?
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royal_obligation
royal_obligation
"Yeah. And if nothing else - I know the hex for sure now. So my world gets a lot of them. Even if I don't get a door, maybe someone will show up with one?"
royal_obligation
And then, he goes through the door, Berathyme coiled around his shoulders. It closes behind him.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell stretches out her shells a little longer, gets a pity meal from another visitor, and then eventually also has to go back.
Time passes.
Time passes.
royal_obligation
He doesn't get a door. But, he did get the food hex, so he takes advantage of that. With only a few exceptions, he makes one, like clockwork, every day. He gets a little buffer of them, neatly packed under his bed for retrieval, and keeps at least two on him at all times. Zevros asks about where he learned the hex, Edarial tells him, and Zevros - briefly questions Edarial's sanity, but then agrees that Edarial saw the multidimensional, time-warping bar.
Edarial worries about Shell Bell occasionally. But there's nothing more he can do, besides remember her and keep the hex on him and try not to use up any spells if he can help it, just in case he gets a door. He doesn't. It's vaguely upsetting.
Edarial worries about Shell Bell occasionally. But there's nothing more he can do, besides remember her and keep the hex on him and try not to use up any spells if he can help it, just in case he gets a door. He doesn't. It's vaguely upsetting.
royal_pain
"Remember that thing you told me about years ago where I thought you were crazy but then believed you out of brotherly affection and also knowing you?" Pause. "I maybe have more proof now!"
royal_obligation
Silence.
And then there is a desperate scramble to Zevros.
"Is it still open, did you close the door-?"
And then there is a desperate scramble to Zevros.
"Is it still open, did you close the door-?"
royal_pain
"Didn't, literally the first thing I did once I realized was up was tell you. Am I a good brother?"
royal_obligation
"The best," agrees Edarial, and then he walks into Milliways.
He goes straight to Bar.
"Excuse me," he says to her. "Bar? I'd like you to hold something for a girl named Shell Bell, please..."
He goes straight to Bar.
"Excuse me," he says to her. "Bar? I'd like you to hold something for a girl named Shell Bell, please..."
she_sells_seashells
There is a girl, about seventeen, skinny with her hair up in a bun held in place with a stick, with familiar brown eyes and a familiar smile. And a sign that says My alternates tend to take over the world. Advice available. Rates negotiable.
royal_obligation
His smile broadens a little when he sees the sign, but it's sort of secondary to hugs.
"You're okay," he says, after there are hugs.
"You're okay," he says, after there are hugs.
royal_obligation
"I didn't get the door," snorts Edarial. "Not once, my brother just got it, I'm sort of vaguely upset with the door being a jerk."
royal_pain
"You're welcome," says the brother brightly. "Also? This is super cute. Just saying."
she_sells_seashells
"Hi, Edarial's brother," says Bell. "...I got your name right, right? I met you before I had my recorder so some of what I remember is a little fuzzy."
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell giggles. She puts her sign facedown on the table. "How old are you now?" she wonders.
royal_obligation
"Nineteen. Apparently one of us gets a door every decade. Or we just lucked out, either."