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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.
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"All right, let's get Ayabel reacolyted and eat something and find her books and then we can go on a hoverbike rescue mission."
onthewind
"Ooo, can I help with the hoverbike rescue mission? It sounds kind of fun and I need to get back into god politics anyway!"
namesthesky
"Sure. Isabella, do you mind if I tell the hoverbike thief that I'm alive again because quote Perinixu's healing powers are great unquote? It's kind of an acolyte thing to credit one's god with things even in edge cases, and will be more intimidating than 'a series of extremely complicated events for which you have no context have restored me to life'."
dark_light
"Ha. I don't mind if you want to, but maybe check with Perinixu first, since as far as I know she cannot actually do that."
onthewind
"Pretty sure she will be cool with it, as long as you say it's because you're the most holy of her followers or something. That way people want to worship her some more."
namesthesky
"Exactly. Free publicity. Put a dent in whatever nasty is letting their acolytes take my bike from the magic bar."
onthewind
Nod. "And then we fly over and get the bike back to its original owner! That is your bike from the magic bar, you braved a magic for it."
onthewind
"Shhhh, the people hearing the stories don't know that. Creative license, you are a brave person summoned by your god for your devotion and bravery in order to help the sick and the downtrodden."
namesthesky
"I'll save my creative license for crediting Perinixu with my survival versus what is probably a plague acolyte."
onthewind
"Awww. But it's been a while, you can make up a whole mythology and get worshipped! Maybe get a sweet name, like the 'World Walker' or something," teases Idania.
namesthesky
"I think the fact that I would be unable to function like a conventional local deity would give me away."
onthewind
Idania snorts. "Fair enough, all right. Kill my fun. You were going to get a lover separated by the stars to pine over, just so you know. You're missing out on hot guys. Imaginary hot guys."
She is, of course, in no way serious.
She is, of course, in no way serious.
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Isabella is scanning the terrain below them to see when it turns into something more Perinixuish.
onthewind
"Yeah, definitely. I even get someone to base it off of, he," Idania points at Adarin, "is married to the other you. So they would be believable hot guys, too!"
prodigal_miser
Eyebrow raise.
"Oh look," says Adarin, for absolutely no reason in particular. "Is that Perinixu's domain?"
Yes. Yes it is. Hills and rivers and springs everywhere, with trees and bushes present but not enough spaced close enough together to call a forest. The borders have changed, but the place itself is recognizable.
"Oh look," says Adarin, for absolutely no reason in particular. "Is that Perinixu's domain?"
Yes. Yes it is. Hills and rivers and springs everywhere, with trees and bushes present but not enough spaced close enough together to call a forest. The borders have changed, but the place itself is recognizable.
There is a pause.
"Ayabel is long dead," says a confused goddess. "Or - was? You sound - exactly like her."
"Ayabel is long dead," says a confused goddess. "Or - was? You sound - exactly like her."
"... I confess, I didn't believe it was possible," admits Perinixu. "But since it is - welcome back, Ayabel. Thank you, travelers, for returning her."