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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
prodigal_miser
Cypress, meanwhile, is giggling uncontrollably. Leaning on his wife for support.
"Translation spell covers the definition," he says, between laughs. "Did he actually-?"
"Translation spell covers the definition," he says, between laughs. "Did he actually-?"
darkest_evening
Prime is not touching any of this. None of it. Not with a ten foot pole.
Are those clouds? Those are clouds. Look, clouds.
Are those clouds? Those are clouds. Look, clouds.
darkest_evening
"And that is my cue to exit, stage left. Bye," waves Prime, and then he turns and walks off to his home portal. Obviously he does not want to have anything to do with gossip.
namesthesky
"Sticking Cypress with the scrying-for-the-anti-sphinx-mystery-pers
darkest_evening
"Things that are specific to only that person that aren't things they assign to themselves. For example, names are useless to me, clothing styles are useless to me, and a basic description is less useless but difficult to aim and will take a while. Places they've been, things they've interacted with, what they've used to own, those work just fine. If you can get a relative, I can use them to aim, too, but I'm thinking that might be rather difficult in this case."
shesepankh
"Well, now I kind of regret torching the warehouse. Savannah can shapeshift into the guy they hired to have me kidnapped...? She might be able to come up with information about places or something too. But she's not here right now."
darkest_evening
"Then... I don't think I can easily find this person or group of persons without her present."
He only barely stops himself from saying, 'Can I go now?' Look at him, and his self control.
He only barely stops himself from saying, 'Can I go now?' Look at him, and his self control.
darkest_evening
"It's quite difficult to specify something like 'hiring' to the universe," says Prime, dryly. "That's a human concept, hiring people. I can do people that have interacted with the people that tried to hurt you, see any people that lines up with all of them, but hiring doesn't work."
shesepankh
"Maybe narrow it down to critters? The guy who was bossing around the others was a human, but - I think humans are less likely to care about sphinxes all by themselves."