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The Earthlings native and adopted stay in Marlatia, hiding uneventfully in the guest room, for several days. Isabella immortalizes king and queen both when they sneak her to a sufficiently large, empty, and unoccupied room to do it in. When Adarin has enough mana he makes mirror pairs for each of their majesties to contact their counterpart - Isabella's portal bag is kind of accumulating mirrors at this point. And when he has more mana still, Iobel finds a slightly-bigger-than-door-sized plank and a set of hinges and some screws and combines all these objects on the ceiling of a lockable room on the first floor but out of the way, currently serving as storage for a lot of broken musical instruments that someone once probably identified as probably repairable. This plank gets a portal on it, and the Earthlings go home.
After catching up on business - and allowing time to recover mana, again - and getting their Marlatian alts a laptop each, and putting a router and chargers within easy reach of the portal on their side, which is also on a sheet of wood but is kept in their basement propped up against a wall -
Isabella snuggles up to her husband and suggests searching the planes for more of themselves.
dark_light
"You will know my domain ends by the terrain," informs Perinixu.
"I will inform you," whispers the vial of sand.
"I will inform you," whispers the vial of sand.
The terrain slowly changes from hills to grassland, and then the vial of essence of Raezenoth says, "You are outside of Perinixu's domain. You may do it in mine, if you would like assurance that no one will disturb you. I will not be offended by invoking other gods."
"It is something of an insult to invoke other gods on another one's holy ground. But I do not mind. You are resurrecting my acolyte."
dark_light
"Okay."
When directed, Isabella lands, makes sure she has enough space, and starts drawing out the ash diagram.
When directed, Isabella lands, makes sure she has enough space, and starts drawing out the ash diagram.
Raezenoth arrives a few minutes later, and sits. He doesn't address either Isabella or Adarin, but he does watch the proceedings silently.
prodigal_miser
Adarin, meanwhile - is supportive husband who isn't actually very useful in this instance. He will watch and maybe hand Isabella things if she needs him to.
dark_light
She has the procedure down pretty well. She tends to put in an hour at resurrection offices in the early mornings before Adarin is up on days when her various enterprises aren't causing her phone to ring itself into a frenzy.
Ash ash ash.
Herb herb herb.
Bird, bird, she secures them both.
Pose.
"I call all my goddesses now -"
Ash ash ash.
Herb herb herb.
Bird, bird, she secures them both.
Pose.
"I call all my goddesses now -"
prodigal_miser
Adarin waves. For lack of the language itself ("What" was not enough to catch it) he will just wave and smile.
"Welcome back," says Raezenoth in completely understandable to everyone god-voice. "You have been resurrected."
dark_light
That is enough of the language.
"I'm Isabella and this is my husband Adarin and we are from another world and I did it with my world's magic."
"I'm Isabella and this is my husband Adarin and we are from another world and I did it with my world's magic."
"She sounds like you," says Rae. "Not just in - voice but in the meaning behind the words. I mistook her for you, until I saw her."
dark_light
"I wouldn't have known either, but sometimes across worlds there are several of the same person, and I've already met another one of me. She looks like me, but I suspected you might be one too even though you don't look the same. The name's a hint. The other one is named Iobel."
dark_light
"Same basic personality, eerie parallel details, different life circumstances. Me and Iobel - both clumsy-till-she-fixed-it notebook-using magic users with similarly-named parents and the same face. If I write down the three questions will you know what I mean and be able to tell me what they are without looking at the paper?"
namesthesky
"What do I want, what do I have, and how can I best use the latter to get the former," recites Ayabel. She holds her hand out for the paper. And smiles when she reads it. "Well. Hello."
prodigal_miser
"It would have been incredibly awkward if we'd resurrected you and you'd been nothing like Isabella," says Adarin, amused. "'Oh, uh - okay, well, oops. Congrats on being alive, we're not going to put you back for no reason, hope you like immortality.'"