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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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blooded_poet
"Ah, okay, pretty boy will be our measuring point, then. Well. Demons invaded Kystle because of idiotic magic use, mages fled to New Kystle. Or - most of them."
The woman smiles a little. "Hello, my name is Lynnari Corvalias. I was unlucky. I did not get to go into the lovely convenient bubble so helpfully made by the twins. I was left on Kystle."
The woman smiles a little. "Hello, my name is Lynnari Corvalias. I was unlucky. I did not get to go into the lovely convenient bubble so helpfully made by the twins. I was left on Kystle."
blooded_poet
"Right, well. The reason why the demons were winning so handily is that they were turning our own people and troops against us. This method was uncreatively named tainting - not my idea, but I do like consistency. By - complicated magic methods, they did something to people they caught, making them a bit more... unstable. As in, murderous and blood thirsty."
Lynnari waves. "Hi. I'm that, too."
Lynnari waves. "Hi. I'm that, too."
blooded_poet
"Mind you, for the first - decade or two I was not fit for human company. So I don't recommend it, though it has benefits."
dark_light
"Noted."
Isabella supposes that if this person bloodthirsts at her and she loses the ensuing fight she'll just wake up a week later in Chamomile at the hands of her mother's magic, which wouldn't be so bad.
Isabella supposes that if this person bloodthirsts at her and she loses the ensuing fight she'll just wake up a week later in Chamomile at the hands of her mother's magic, which wouldn't be so bad.
blooded_poet
"I'll admit, I'm not sure how things went history wise in New Kystle after that, I was rather - busy. So your history lesson will only be half of one, sadly. But if it's any consolation, I think I have an excellent grasp of how things went in Kystle itself."
blooded_poet
"No, because I am mostly responsible for a large portion of the events that occurred."
dark_light
"This history lesson isn't slowing down ghost-finding, is it?" wonders Isabella.
blooded_poet
"No. I will let you know when I find him, not to worry. Regardless - I'll tell history from my perspective. I was - oh, thirty? Somewhere around there. I'd just lost my entire family, found a new change in pedigree, and my home was just invaded. I was very, very angry."
blooded_poet
"Yes, well. Since there weren't many mages left, there were few people that could see ghosts. But they were still around, after all - lots of people died. And I found one in particular. Can you guess who?"
blooded_poet
"Yes. She came up with a clever plan that involved killing lots of demons to steal their magic. I was angry with them for ruining my life, I didn't ask what she wanted it for. I just wanted them dead. So I helped. Adventures and lots of killing ensued."
dark_light
"I can't see him," Isabella reminds her. "Can he - is he -"
Is he a zombie ghost without Vern?
But she doesn't quite produce the question.
Is he a zombie ghost without Vern?
But she doesn't quite produce the question.
blooded_poet
"- I think I might need a story from you, too, I'm quite confused about what he's saying, but - he loves you very much, and is worried and lonely and something about a bird?" She peers at the spot where Adarin assumingly is. "Uh, Path, the owl, he's asking if he's okay, too?"
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"I wasn't paying attention to Path," says Isabella, rubbing her eyes and shutting them tight so the ghost's invisibility doesn't throw her off, "I should have been paying attention, he was trying to warn me, I'm so sorry, sweetie. Do you want me to try getting you back here or do I need to make your terrible alt take me to Pantheon so I can go home first and you can have Vern again straightaway?"