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.
"I thought my job description this time was taxi," he drawls. "Am I both taxi and scrying guy? Alas, I'm so overworked in my retirement."
"If they were suffering from pox and whooping cough I'd take care of them. This one's your department."
"I will try scrying. But first - I believe our others are impatient for a portal. Thus the job description of 'taxi.' I should do that first, I think, before I resign myself to being the mage equivalent of a blood hound."
"Okay, but if a monster crashes into our apartment and spirits me away you need to save me."
"... Sorry, what?"
"Spring, here, died of old age. Obviously, it's been fixed. But yes, if a monster crashes into your apartment, I will indeed go and be heroic. Hurrah."
"It's possible she'll have trouble with you non-humans. She had trouble with mages, until she revised the spell, and her objective-truth-dispensing artifact is only omniscient about her world, and if you go there so it can have a look at you you'll get the animal souls."
"...I'm a sphinx, I don't think I said. And I think my mom was too, but she never got a medallion, she looked human her whole life, maybe Ice can try her? She - do most of us have our moms die?"
"I haven't seen my parents since I was six and assume they've been dead for decades, but Iobel and Ice both have theirs."
"Certainly. Where would you like the portal? I can disguise it as a painting or part of a wall or something, but it does need to be large enough to step through."
"How permanent is it, and do you supply the painting as well as the magic attached to it?"
"They won't un-make themselves randomly, and they are usually meant to be permanent, but they can be broken easily enough. Either I do it with magic, or the wall where it's located breaks and the portal goes with it. I'd make the painting, I can do rudimentary stoneshaping to create a frame and then make the painting itself with complicated illusions."
"Okay - Darren? Inside the door to the water heater closet sound good to you? We can move the painting if we ever need the water heater fixed."
Darren looks like he is just barely holding back on asking Prime fifty thousand questions about magic.
"After the portal is made, yes, you may ask me all of the questions that are burning in your mind. Patience is a virtue, thank you for having it. Do you have a place where I can retrieve some rock for the frame, or shall I go hunting on my own and possibly cause the unfortunate death of your favorite pet rock?"
"We don't have a pet rock - uh, how much do you need and does it have to be all one piece? I can get you a scoop of gravel from the little park without attracting too much attention, anything more than that and I think we'd have to leave the Avalon. Avalons being where critters can critter it up," she clarifies. "Little hidden towns."
"It doesn't need to be in one piece, but I do need a significant amount of it if I want to make it very sturdy. Which I will be doing, because broken portals are terrible wastes."
"So possibly enough gravel that someone will want to know why I am taking so much. This would be easier if we were in Forks still instead of the middle of Seattle, I don't immediately know where to get lots of rocks."
"... Ah, yes. I'll just add 'fetch' to my bloodhound duties. I'll be back soon enough. Hold this for me, please." He holds his staff out to Spring.
"Anything he ought to know to avoid getting harassed in this world?" she asks the natives.