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There is a lot of time spent making portals to various places. Pantheon starts as the unofficial hub, and then essentially becomes the official one. Prime makes a portal to Iobel's and Edarial's world, and then he gets to checking out the various new planes he has access to. One, in particular. It's really rather minor, in comparison to the others, but he considers it important.
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.
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darkest_evening
castmyown
"Thanks!"
And then he goes over to Phix, drapes a wing over her, and is generally pleased about immortality and protective tattoos to keep them both safe.
And then he goes over to Phix, drapes a wing over her, and is generally pleased about immortality and protective tattoos to keep them both safe.
shesepankh
Purrrrrr.
There is further exchange of information and smalltalk and (a little) gossip. And then, armed with a checklist of things to tell Mrs. Adams when she shows up, magic mirrors, translation spells, tattooed wards, and an IOU for some elderly Chamomile US dollars, the critters go home.
There is further exchange of information and smalltalk and (a little) gossip. And then, armed with a checklist of things to tell Mrs. Adams when she shows up, magic mirrors, translation spells, tattooed wards, and an IOU for some elderly Chamomile US dollars, the critters go home.
dark_light
And Ice makes sure her portal bag has plenty of herbs -
and goes to Prime's New Kystle and looks for Lynn.
and goes to Prime's New Kystle and looks for Lynn.
blooded_poet
- and she's close by. She hung around Prime's house for exactly this reason.
"Hello," Lynn says. She glances at Cypress. "I'm glad that everything was sorted out."
"Hello," Lynn says. She glances at Cypress. "I'm glad that everything was sorted out."
blooded_poet
"Don't tell my husband," she says, wryly. "He'd have a heart attack. Have you met her?"
dark_light
"No, but our newfound alts have. She was one of their high school teachers and apparently she's something called a bugbear, and she's volunteered her daughter as a first test case for whether resurrection works on that world's critters. But yours is not a bugbear and my Adarin has already served as a test case, so unless this is a bad time, I can do it now. I need her full name."
dark_light
"Cecelia Kenatri Anis..." Ice fiddles with the line in the verse until it scans. Then she gets started.
Draw draw draw.
Verse - mage version. Dead birds. Gestures.
Draw draw draw.
Verse - mage version. Dead birds. Gestures.
blooded_poet
And then - child.
She looks to be four.
Lynn scoops her up into her arms and sobs.
"Thank you," she whispers, fiercely.
She looks to be four.
Lynn scoops her up into her arms and sobs.
"Thank you," she whispers, fiercely.
blooded_poet
Lynnari is then busy comforting a very confused and frightened four year old whose last memory was of her daddy killing her. Hugs and a soothing, quiet lullaby are required for the sobbing, confused child. It's been five centuries, but she still remembers her daughter's favorite one. It's about a planewalker that travels the planes fixing things by snapping his fingers.
She isn't going to be up for proper conversation for a while, probably.
She isn't going to be up for proper conversation for a while, probably.
dark_light
Isabella's work here is done. She links arms with her husband and heads back towards the portal.
prodigal_miser
Her husband smiles a little, at the sight. He loves his wife. To the portal, and back home.
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