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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.
darkest_evening
darkest_evening
"If anyone asks, I will say that I heard that you were a winged lion," says Prime with a smirk.
darkest_evening
"Mhm."
They reach the door to the water heater closet.
"What," he asks whimsically, "would you like the painting to look like?"
They reach the door to the water heater closet.
"What," he asks whimsically, "would you like the painting to look like?"
darkest_evening
"Mine is a landscape of Pantheon. Would you like me to do that, or is it too obvious?"
shesepankh
"Is Pantheon made of crystal spires and populated by flying pigs, or does it just look landscapey?"
darkest_evening
"Certainly."
He sits, and retrieves the fetched rocks, and then he starts shaping the stone. It isn't a very dramatic affair, he mostly just stares at rocks and then they seem to move under the terror of his gaze. Obviously that's not how it works, but that's certainly how it looks. It twists and moves and smooths out and occasionally adjusts itself to match the other side or fit with the decided style of the frame
And then there is a large slab shaped like a picture frame, made out of stone.
He sits, and retrieves the fetched rocks, and then he starts shaping the stone. It isn't a very dramatic affair, he mostly just stares at rocks and then they seem to move under the terror of his gaze. Obviously that's not how it works, but that's certainly how it looks. It twists and moves and smooths out and occasionally adjusts itself to match the other side or fit with the decided style of the frame
And then there is a large slab shaped like a picture frame, made out of stone.
darkest_evening
Prime snickers. "Thank you. Though that was literally the simplest part of the entire process."
shesepankh
"Too late, it's retracted. You'll have to do the more impressive part to get applauded again."
darkest_evening
"Of course," he snorts.
And then he gets to work, doing - staring. The frame doesn't visibly change at all.
After a while, he says, "There, something more impressive."
And then he gets to work, doing - staring. The frame doesn't visibly change at all.
After a while, he says, "There, something more impressive."
darkest_evening
"Oh, it's not done yet, that was me making it lighter and stronger so it doesn't break your door, fall to the ground, and shatter into fifty thousand pieces."
darkest_evening
"Very," he agrees.
He gets back to work. This time, something visibly does happen. The frame itself gets a wood-like coloring and finish, and then there is a frame around a stone background, and Prime gets to the real work.
First he pokes the spot where the portal will go (leaving a marker that matches the one in Pantheon) and then he does a lot of fancy, fancy magic. Rip open a doorway in the fabric of the universe, tell it to hide itself under a veneer of something like paint, telling it to stay looking like that and being closed unless someone says the correct thing - and contingencies for various purposes, reinforcing the portal to keep it from breaking, keeping it stable even when planes shift, that sort of thing.
"Done," he says, and the 'painting' looks it. "Now we hang it up and people may come through - or we may go there. Either."
He gets back to work. This time, something visibly does happen. The frame itself gets a wood-like coloring and finish, and then there is a frame around a stone background, and Prime gets to the real work.
First he pokes the spot where the portal will go (leaving a marker that matches the one in Pantheon) and then he does a lot of fancy, fancy magic. Rip open a doorway in the fabric of the universe, tell it to hide itself under a veneer of something like paint, telling it to stay looking like that and being closed unless someone says the correct thing - and contingencies for various purposes, reinforcing the portal to keep it from breaking, keeping it stable even when planes shift, that sort of thing.
"Done," he says, and the 'painting' looks it. "Now we hang it up and people may come through - or we may go there. Either."
shesepankh
"I'm a little short on picture hooks, but I can probably rig something up if you are not also a picture-hook-maker."
shesepankh
"Okay. Well, inside the door, here," she says. "Darren, why are you not watching your epic wizard alt do epic wizarding?"
castmyown
"Oh my gosh I'm terrible is he epic wizarding?"
Then there is a deer with wings, rushing up to watch magic.
darkest_evening
"Yes. I'm just about done, in fact."
He gets to setting up the picture hooks with leftover bits of rock.
He gets to setting up the picture hooks with leftover bits of rock.