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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
come_midnight
"If the spellbinder dies, the familiar does too - so resurrecting the familiar first would have similar problems, and even if two witches synchronously worked on a binder/familiar pair I'd be worried they wouldn't appear connected correctly in some way."
castmyown
"That's - um. I'm glad you didn't die in the building collapse, too. Why was there a building collapse?"
come_midnight
"We were putting magic fountains in a couple of cities, and were therefore both out of spells for the day when someone who objected to monarchy decided to express this by bringing a building down on our heads. I broke a leg, Edarial broke - more things. The magic fountains heal familiars, but not humans. Our guards all died and I had to keep Edarial awake until midnight came and we got spells again to heal ourselves and walk out of the wreck. And yell at the anti-monarchists."
royal_obligation
"We didn't even do anything to deserve assassination," mutters Edarial. "I agreed to writing a constitution, and we're working on that - not right now, but as a project."
namesthesky
"I'm sort of concerned that I should be expecting harrowing adventures to hunt me down any minute now."
dark_light
"Unless the criterion is literally along the lines of 'long term emotional damage sustained' you probably count on the sole basis of the slavery."
prodigal_miser
"I do have to wonder why the - constant harrowing experiences occur. I wish there were a way to easily study it, figure out if there's a way of making it - stop it."
come_midnight
"We have complete causal explanations for why all the things that have happened, happened," says Iobel. "But we don't have explanations for why we so resemble each other at all, so it's possible that hiding with the rest of that explanation is one saying why we're all so thoroughly adventured. Whatever the hell kind of explanation that might be."
prodigal_miser
The Adarins with untold stories of their lives look at each other, and then upon Edarial's prompting, Cypress goes first.
"My magic dilutes through generations and has only had three major sources. One of those was my mother. So for a large portion of my childhood I was ferried around to be used as a puppet, and then when I got older expected to... Er." He breaks out the air-quotes. "'Sire a generation.'"
"My magic dilutes through generations and has only had three major sources. One of those was my mother. So for a large portion of my childhood I was ferried around to be used as a puppet, and then when I got older expected to... Er." He breaks out the air-quotes. "'Sire a generation.'"
prodigal_miser
"I told them all 'no,' and avoided getting my mind changed without my permission. Then some idiots summoned something that they shouldn't have to my home world, and the world was invaded, and the survivors - myself and my sister included - ran for our lives to another plane. It was lacking in various supplies and wasn't properly built to house humans, but it was too much trouble to try to get everyone to leave it to search for a better spot, so I went looking for another plane for helpful materials and found -" He grins. "- Isabella."
dark_light
Snuggle. Isabella picks up from here. "I'm a witch, we're a minority but not a tiny one, grew up the same place you were born, Phix, near my clan's lands - my dad is also Charlie but my mother's named Ranata Ekamma and she never hared off with me to Phoenix. I went to mortal school through tenth grade, then quit to study magic full-time, then met," grin, "Adarin. There proceeded to be quite a lot of magical collaboration and now I have a portal network and an army of alien robots and we run a colony on the planet where we found the alien robots and I have a better way to read my alethiometer than anybody else who has one does and I'm heavily subsidizing the mass resurrection and immortalization of people in my world in between going on welcome wagon trips for new folks."
castmyown
".... Ooooooo," says Darren, looking at Cypress like he's his hero. "An army of alien robots?"
prodigal_miser
"We went planet shopping for a colony. We found a planet that was filled with alien robots, and then Isabella made them hers. Through a huge hole in their security systems."
dark_light
"I mean, to be fair, the hole in the security systems only proved relevant when the aliens in question were all extinct. They're well past caring and their planetary infrastructure wasn't in good enough shape for me to strongly consider resurrecting the aliens sooner than later so they could have it back; they'll have nearly as much luck colonizing a different rock. Phix, maybe we should check for aliens in your world, since you're from a world that matches mine some ways."
shesepankh
"I'm not sure how much to expect matching. I mean, our Earthly species don't even match. Did the aliens have daemons?"
royal_obligation
"Welcome to the zombie club," says Edarial, dryly. "Enjoy your stay, drinks and refreshments are to your left."