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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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namesthesky
"That hoverbike is mine. I left it in the care of a friend, since dead. You have it by no licit means."
"Yeah, didn't think so. Plague on all your houses."
He knows he can't get Aya, that's obvious, she works for Perinixu. He points at Idania, instead.
He knows he can't get Aya, that's obvious, she works for Perinixu. He points at Idania, instead.
"Best two out of three?" says the acolyte. He points at Isabella.
And then, while they are distracted, hoverbike - full speed, away from here.
And then, while they are distracted, hoverbike - full speed, away from here.
The acolyte stops the bike and sighs. "Well what do you need the hoverbike for, you've obviously got better transportati-"
Whatever was in it is obviously painful because the acolyte stops his commentary and starts screaming and clawing at his eyes.
namesthesky
"The bike is mine. The branch is my friend's. Friends loan each other transportation, but you are not my friend. So I want my bike."
namesthesky
"Maybe. I suppose Isabella could just knock him out and we could shove him off my bike and zoom away, while he's incoherent?"
The acolyte doesn't recover, but that's when a godly voice rings out, "What is the meaning of this? Perinixu and Raezenoth, against me? They would not be so bold, how dare you!"
namesthesky
"We're here of our own accord in our spare time," calls Aya. "To recover stolen goods. That's all."
"They are my acolytes'. Perinixu has not the ability to make such an artifact, and Raezenoth has not the patience. They are not yours, either."
namesthesky
"I bought it, with money, farther away than you've ever imagined, after designing it custom for myself down to the paint. I might have let my friend keep it if I'd come back to find it in his hands but it really doesn't belong here."
Silence.
The acolyte has recovered somewhat, still rubbing at his face and making pathetic little sounds. "Perinixu can't - can't bring back the dead," says the acolyte, still rubbing at his eyes.
The acolyte has recovered somewhat, still rubbing at his face and making pathetic little sounds. "Perinixu can't - can't bring back the dead," says the acolyte, still rubbing at his eyes.