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Aya names her adopted world Pantheon, and nicknames herself Spring (in the sense of springs of water, like those her goddess is of). Isabella and Adarin stay long enough to make her a mirror set (the other half accompanies them, in space in Isabella's portal bag made by the used-up resurrection herbs), make a portal in a nook of the chosen mountaintop between Pantheon and Chamomile, and leave a marker for another so there will be an easy chain from Chamomile to Pantheon to the home of the elderly and apparently lonesome Adarin.
And when they have done all of this, they stay long enough for not-lonesome Adarin to recover enough mana, and -
they go visit his alt.
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Isabella doesn't say anything else until she has finished the diagram, placed her last resurrection herbs, and summoned and secured the necessary birds. Then she confirms Veron's name matches.
She's inexplicably anxious. This old unpleasant Adarin has no intention of hurting her and he's not even hurting her own Adarin, just - maybe Path is dealing with a difficult administrative problem back at home and this is spillover - ow, apparently his difficult administrative problem involves landing on sharp things or something because now her foot hurts. She can call home when she's got the spell finished, anyway, find out if he needs her.
She ignores her foot and the building panic from her daemon. She recites the entire spell, complete with gestures and the slaughter of birds.
She's inexplicably anxious. This old unpleasant Adarin has no intention of hurting her and he's not even hurting her own Adarin, just - maybe Path is dealing with a difficult administrative problem back at home and this is spillover - ow, apparently his difficult administrative problem involves landing on sharp things or something because now her foot hurts. She can call home when she's got the spell finished, anyway, find out if he needs her.
She ignores her foot and the building panic from her daemon. She recites the entire spell, complete with gestures and the slaughter of birds.
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Her companion watches the spell, and monitors it with scrying. He confirms that this is nothing like his mother's resurrection. Well. That's good news.
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Which is even better news.
"All right then, I have absolutely no idea what that was, but it didn't involve genocide so - totally supportive." And then, hug for the confused Veron. "Hi, dad."
"All right then, I have absolutely no idea what that was, but it didn't involve genocide so - totally supportive." And then, hug for the confused Veron. "Hi, dad."
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"Yes! Not the only one, apparently, there is one of me who is married. And not five hundred years old. Speaking of which!"
Shield-bubble, goodbye.
There is a 'fsst' sound, from far away.
And then, Adarin says, "Fuck."
Shield-bubble, goodbye.
There is a 'fsst' sound, from far away.
And then, Adarin says, "Fuck."
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"Is something -"
Why would Path have been -
"Fuck! Fuck what did you do -"
Isabella's on her cloud-pine and flying towards her husband in half a breath.
Why would Path have been -
"Fuck! Fuck what did you do -"
Isabella's on her cloud-pine and flying towards her husband in half a breath.
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His alt doesn't have a cloud-pine, but he follows on foot, as fast as his feet can take him.
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Isabella gets there first.
There's her husband. Prone, unmoving, on the ground.
There's her husband. Prone, unmoving, on the ground.
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Isabella practically falls off her cloud-pine to reach him. "Adarin. Adarin love please -" Pulse?
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Isabella isn't actually trained in mouth-to-mouth but she knows the theory - maybe maybe maybe -
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His alt arrives seconds later.
"Excuse me," he says, and then he throws himself into magic and starts trying to revive him with alternate means.
"Excuse me," he says, and then he throws himself into magic and starts trying to revive him with alternate means.
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"What did you do," breathes Isabella, but she stops trying to breathe life into her husband and just holds his limp hand in hers. "Oh goddesses all I should have known I should have paid attention -"
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He doesn't reply, he is really busy right now.
"Fuck," he hisses again, clenching his hands and closing his eyes. He has a headache, but he doesn't care.
"Fuck," he hisses again, clenching his hands and closing his eyes. He has a headache, but he doesn't care.
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"I," he says, shaking a bit, "just accidentally killed a man."
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"I am out of herbs! I don't have more! I used them up appeasing your paranoia while my husband was dying!"
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"I can but if I do it here he won't have his daemon," sobs Isabella. "I - I need -" She rattles off a list of herbs and quantities.
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"Okay," he says, and he produces a book and hastily writes all of this down. "I will get you those, is there anything else you need or shall I run off to do that right this instant?"
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"Those and ash and - that's - all - but he won't have his daemon," she whimpers, "until we get home -"
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He has absolutely no idea what that means, but obviously it's bad. "I don't have the mana to manage planar transport right now - Zeviana could - augh, no, she's running on empty, too. Resurrection first, then we figure out how to get you both home so that he can have his - daemon? Daemon."