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At the bar, there sits a girl with a long copper-colored braid, slight and beautifully-complected and wearing khakis and an oversized pullover. Next to her is an enormous man, darker and looking at her (worshipfully) and the rest of their surroundings (suspiciously), wearing a brown uniform that is held on entirely via the cunning application of magnets. She has a glass of something fizzy and gold and he's got a Coke in its can.
prodigal_miser
Blink, blink.
"I - don't remember the year, I'm not from it, but - er, witches that fly on cloudpines, have ritual magic - does it have the same quirk with daemons?"
At home, Vernaia has stirred from her pining over the mirror to tap the door. Don't forget the magic talking bird, the magic talking bird is wondering why you are confused and also why you're not in the study.
"- Speaking of, hold on..." He turns around, opens the door, and in wanders Vernaia.
".... Um?"
"Interdimensional hub. There are multiple Earths," he explains.
"Oh." The kagu looks around at all of the people, a little nervously. Adarin scoops her up, deposits her on his lap, and sits at the bar, daemon peeking out over the table. "Hi," she says.
"I - don't remember the year, I'm not from it, but - er, witches that fly on cloudpines, have ritual magic - does it have the same quirk with daemons?"
At home, Vernaia has stirred from her pining over the mirror to tap the door. Don't forget the magic talking bird, the magic talking bird is wondering why you are confused and also why you're not in the study.
"- Speaking of, hold on..." He turns around, opens the door, and in wanders Vernaia.
".... Um?"
"Interdimensional hub. There are multiple Earths," he explains.
"Oh." The kagu looks around at all of the people, a little nervously. Adarin scoops her up, deposits her on his lap, and sits at the bar, daemon peeking out over the table. "Hi," she says.
prodigal_miser
"I'm Vernaia, it's nice to meet you. I'm his magic talking bird soul. I'm kind of new to existing, but that's okay, I'm coping."
her_imperial_radiance
"I'm Elspeth," says Elspeth. "And this is Jake."
Jake coughs.
"And if you care, I'm a princess."
Jake coughs.
"And if you care, I'm a princess."
her_imperial_radiance
"The Golden Empire. My Earth has a vampire shadow government that my mother is Empress of."
prodigal_miser
"That's - sort of alarming. 'Vampire shadow government,'" says Adarin.
"New Kystle's probably more alarming, considering. Especially when you factor in your mom," says Vern.
"... Fair," he admits. "Is it a nice vampire shadow government?"
"New Kystle's probably more alarming, considering. Especially when you factor in your mom," says Vern.
"... Fair," he admits. "Is it a nice vampire shadow government?"
prodigal_miser
"I'm a mage," he says. "And I met a witch when I went on a visit to another plane, and now we are planning to take over the economy together."
Vern snickers.
Vern snickers.
prodigal_miser
"She is going to research and then implement immortality, I am going to take cues from Earth technology and use it to help equalize non-mages and get mages to be less - completely terrible to them."
her_imperial_radiance
"Cool. My mama's working on slowly turning the entire human population into vampires for immortality. I handle that department myself, actually."
prodigal_miser
"... Isabella will probably want to know that. Immediately. Are there pros and cons to being a vampire? Besides immortality and - my translation's saying something about drinking blood? That sounds messy."
her_imperial_radiance
"Huh, Isabella's my mama's name, too... There are lots of pros and cons. It's all consensual and vampires aren't allowed to eat humans anymore. There's pamphlets. Do you want to see them?"
prodigal_miser
"I would love to see pamphlets," says Adarin.
"... Long brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin?" muses Vernaia.
"... Long brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin?" muses Vernaia.
her_imperial_radiance
"Short brown hair, gold eyes, vampire skin," corrects Elspeth, producing a set of pamphlets. She flips to one that has a picture of her mother in it.
Well, she does have short brown hair, gold eyes, and marble-white skin.
Well, she does have short brown hair, gold eyes, and marble-white skin.
prodigal_miser
Adarin - tilts his head a little. That is a gorgeous, gorgeous Isabella. With gold eyes and shorter hair. He - is briefly distracted by this fact, because she is a gorgeous Isabella. Then, he recovers, and says, carefully, "That - is Isabella with gold eyes, shorter hair, and apparently vampire skin."
"You're her daughter?" asks Vern.
prodigal_miser
"I um. Wasn't -" He coughs. "Sorry. It caught me off guard."
Vern starts snickering.
"Shush, you," sighs Adarin.
Vern starts snickering.
"Shush, you," sighs Adarin.
her_imperial_radiance
"Alts happen sometimes in different dimensions. This is the first time I've run into someone claiming to know one of Mama, though."
prodigal_miser
"I have a mirror to her, I can go get it and contact her. It would let you talk to her."
her_imperial_radiance
"That'd be interesting, although I don't actually know how a Mama besides mine would react to me!"