malduoni learns about some suspicious otherworldly visitors
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He gets some more of the recommended people. He does not get Parmida. 

The recommended people are pretty freaked out. 

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Carissa can be on hand to explain matter-of-factly that his wife got kidnapped by a devil and now he's in this time-dilated demiplane trying to figure out how to get her back and they can cooperate now or cooperate eventually.

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He slaps some geases on them and repeats the same style of interrogation and it's so so tedious and he's unsure what the value add even is, but at least he can hand Carissa and Mhalir some intelligence on Hell and tell them to go plan how to destroy it while he finishes figuring out how to get them the ships they need to do that. 

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This assignment, predictably, makes Carissa sad again. She shrinks into the back of her head and lets Mhalir do things. Not that 'lets' is the right word since she can't stop him but she doesn't prefer to think about that.

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Mhalir is distracted and stressed enough that he doesn't immediately notice her avoiding-thinking-about-that, but once he does, he feels like that needs to be addressed right away. 

<You could stop me> he says to her, firmly. <Not from fighting Hell, I mean, but from using your body to do it. I am sure Aroden could Polymorph me human so that I could work with the Andalites, and - I am not sure, make me a little pool for the rest of the time.> 

He's also realizing that it's probably getting close to when he would usually take a trip to the Yeerk pool. They've been suspecting that cleric magic can replace that but he hasn't actually tested it yet, and should probably go ask Nefreti, except there's the thing where Nefreti is terrifying and for some reason that makes it hard to go march up and ask her, even though it's not like that's ever stopped him before, he's been dealing with stressful awful situations for decades. 

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Carissa is not going to be a three-year-old throwing a tantrum over having to go to church and announce that he has to use some OTHER body to fight Hell. It is sort of sweet that he would respect this but he is not obliged to because it would be in fact a stupid childish tantrum.

Powerful casters are very scary but Nefreti is not as scary as Aroden because she is not a god everyone you've met, even people from halfway around the world, speaks of in whispers. That said she's not marching up to her either.

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Well, if Carissa can handle doing a thing she doesn't like with maturity, then surely Mhalir can manage the same. 

He steels himself, and heads over to Nefreti. 

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Does she have to call him that. 

(She's not wrong.) 

"I was wondering," Mhalir says stiffly, "if you have cleric healing spells that might address the problem where I do not have access to a Yeerk pool here and so will starve in the next day unless I figure something out." 

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He nods. "Thank you. Could you - do that now...?" 

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"You have to come out of there, otherwise I'll just be getting Carissa, who does not need to bathe in a pool of Kandrona rays for a few hours at all, though it'd do lovely things to her complexion. Did you know, there's a world where you marry him?"

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"Marry who."

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"An Aroden. Not either of these ones."

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"I see."

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"I will come out, one moment." 

Mhalir is running into some very stupid reluctance to do that, probably because the last time he left Carissa's head was very unpleasant; he feels mostly normal again today as long as he doesn't poke too hard at the memories he absorbed from Aroden, but when he tentatively tried recalling the very old one about the underwater city, it left him dizzy and disoriented again. 

He reminds himself that this time he is definitely not going to end up in a former god's head by accident, and that Carissa will keep him safe. He exits her ear. 

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"Oh no, he's adorable!" Nefreti says. "Look at him! I love him! He's so small!"

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"Yes, yes, all right, all right." She pokes him.

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Carissa puts him back.

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"Thank you," he says to her as soon as he has control of Carissa's mouth. "I will be fine for another three days, now." He starts to turn to go, then pauses in case she has anything else cryptic-but-maybe-useful-someday to add. 

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She has already turned back to Malduoni.

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And with a vague sense of apology toward Carissa, he goes back to planning with the Andalites. And maybe sneaking in just a bit more talking about morph with Firayar and letting Carissa talk to Cayaldwin about magic artifacts. 

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Aroden works on spell research with Nefreti. 

He tries one more time for Chelish wizards and for Parmida. Gets another couple of wizards. Does not get his wife. At this point he's low enough on both diamonds and ninth-level spell slots in their remaining time that he can't justify trying again. 

They figure out a much more powerful variant on Gate that Nefreti is pretty sure she can do if she casts Miracle first and asks Nethys to make her powerful enough. Apparently this is the only kind of Miracle Nethys ever grants. 

On their second-last day in the time dilated demiplane, he prepares Wish, several times in case it doesn't work on the first try. After this he'll have one more night to sleep so he can prepare fresh spells, and then it'll be time to hop back into the ordinary world and its inevitable flow of time, and the events happening much too fast in it. 

First he needs to murder his wife. 

He casts Major Creation again, makes twenty cubic feet of weapon from his sample. 

Parmida, I am so sorry. 

He casts Wish and tells it that what he wants is to drop this weapon right on top of his wife, wherever she is. 

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The weapon vanishes. 

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