Few people have the chance to - go back, do something again. But the other version of Kystle is a very specific exception. He knows what's in store for it if he doesn't do anything. Genocide for the invaders (Lynn would call it justified, he just thinks murder is murder), a second invasion of New Kystle, immortal psychopaths with sharp weaponry running around - not the kinds of things he wants. So Prime is thinking of ways to circumvent the problem.
It's unfortunately humbling when he finds no moral solution knocking at his door. There are plenty of immoral ones, but he doesn't touch those. Certainly, he could throw the out of work demon hunters at the plane, tell them to kill things, but that hardly solves the underlying problem. Even he, with all his power, can't save an entire planet. His sister couldn't, either. Not even both of them together.
Obviously, he needs more resources. He didn't deal much in other planes, not when the risks were so great. But now - now he knows that there are other versions of him, other versions of Bells. With various types of magic. Prime isn't a greedy man, but he knows new possible resources when he sees hints of them, and he wants them. He can fix - not his mistake in particular, but his mother's, the second bloodline's.
He spends some time scrying, and then he sighs and snaps his eyes shut. Yeah, that's definitely something. He did not need to see a younger version of himself having sex. Ever. Annoying how his alts seem to come in pairs with 'Bells,' it leads to awkward situations like this. Mirrors are retrieved, and then Prime informs everyone of what he's found - another Adarin, another Bell, together and obviously with some kind of magic.
Since Pantheon seems to be their impromptu central base, he retrieves a recent creation of his, and off he goes to meet with Spring. They're going to write a letter.
Nothing happens.
"Okay, uh... Tentatively going to open it, I guess?"
It's a bit difficult to do, but after some fumbling - he opens the letter's seal with the stick, safely behind the shields.
Little celebratory looking illusionary fireworks brighten up the room, in multitudes of colors. They don't even hit the shields, they're just - harmless and bright. They go away after about three seconds.
"What."
"How would you - but - magic doesn't - what, did we just get accepted to critter Hogwarts or something?"
"That would be a hell of a thing, since we haven't started it yet - safe to read it, do you think?"
"Maybe? Want me to do it? I'm not the sphinx, pretty sure they don't know or care about me."
"...Yeah, if it's like - magic entrapment words, they might either trigger only for a sphinx or yield to fairy princess powers to get you out."
He scoots forward, carefully, gets the letter out of the envelope with as little physical contact as possible, and then -
"What the fuck?"
"So. Um. I repeat, what."
"Apparently not. I think we could ask for one, but - this is weird, I kind of still feel like this is a trap somehow?"
"Anyway, it's a good thing they didn't come in person, if they're legit, we'd have dropped spells on them for sure paranoid as we've gotten."
"...I guess? While the shield's still up. Tell them to come with a group photo and, um, if they're from other worlds how do they know English, they probably don't have dollars anyway and we don't need any portable non-liquid things, I don't think..."
Carefully, Darren writes this out. Then he puts the letter down (away from the Spanish homework) and sort of - backs away from it.
"I wonder how they're going to read it. I wonder how they knew to do it in English. I wonder how they knew where to put it. I wonder if they've been, like - spying on us? Even if it was the bare minimum to be able to find more of - themselves - that's creepy."
Meanwhile - "That didn't take long. They responded. And they would like a group photo, that'll be annoying to coordinate."
"Except for your sister - you should probably talk to her if she's going to want to be in on it, I haven't met her." Aya starts calling up alts. There's not that many. Ice and Cypress, Iobel-who-still-needs-a-nickname and Edarial.
He is not looking forward to that conversation. At all.