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Adarin is shaken awake one morning by a fiancée who is about five thousand times perkier than she usually is at odd, dark-outside hours.
"Wake up wake up wake up!"
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"I have an artifact that dispenses absolute truth that I interact with via thingamajigs Adarin made me and I asked it where to find a house in the middle of nowhere I could just kind of take!" she says, coming inside to wash her hands.
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Now there is no more blood on Isabella's hands, so she can go up to her husband and kiss him for that, mwah.
prodigal_miser
Snuggle, snuggle.
"I wish you could have been at the wedding," says Adarin. "You have pictures, but it's not quite the same."
"I wish you could have been at the wedding," says Adarin. "You have pictures, but it's not quite the same."
steppingup
Veron shrugs. "Nah. But who cares if you light some candles and people clap? You're happy, she's happy, I assume you're taking over the world or something together. Robot army and resurrection and immortality and everything that you can do. So. No complaints."
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"We are ludicrously rich off a portal network and colonizing space and everyone gets to be alive as soon as I have some logistics worked out and it's awesome!"
steppingup
"I mean, I wasn't expecting the flavor to be 'anti-death economic takeover with colonization of space' but... Kinda knew something big would happen. Adarin's that kind of kid. Glad I get to see it."
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"I may be contributing more than my share, flavorwise," muses Isabella. "Honey, was there something big you wanted to do? We can probably fit in more things somewhere, we're immortal."
prodigal_miser
"Hmmmm. Colonization's mine, don't worry - I suppose we could start checking other planes? Become a plague of utopias."