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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
royal_obligation
"Welcome to the zombie club," says Edarial, dryly. "Enjoy your stay, drinks and refreshments are to your left."
dark_light
"I mean, to be fair you aren't properly zombies. If this were a horror movie you wouldn't act just like normal people only with mysteriously invisible inaudible daemons that are never in anybody's way, there would be other effects from the soullessness. And since you aren't actually human I can sort of categorize you like you're bears, I guess. Though the bears say their armor is their souls."
dark_light
"I don't know if sky-iron rusts, and doubt they tend to leave it out like that, but I suppose? If I leave Path out in the rain I get a waterlogged soul. This sort of thing happens when you don't keep your soul creepily insubstantial."
prodigal_miser
"It's something to get used to, certainly. But I have 'gone native' and now you're the strange one in my eyes."
dark_light
"And a good thing you have gone properly native. If Chamomile didn't confer daemons on visitors you would not have one and then where would we be?"
royal_obligation
Edarial does not say a word.
He wonders if Cypress is even aware that he's doing it, now. Probably not. He can't even blame it on the soul birds this time. It's just - so blatantly in love. Again.
He wonders if Cypress is even aware that he's doing it, now. Probably not. He can't even blame it on the soul birds this time. It's just - so blatantly in love. Again.
shesepankh
Well, Phix thinks it's adorable.
"I'm missing some life stories. Already heard the gist of Spring's, so, you two are up."
"I'm missing some life stories. Already heard the gist of Spring's, so, you two are up."
dark_light
"Okay, that's weird," opines Ice. "...Sorry for - but it's weird. Forks, South Fork - Spring?"
namesthesky
"I can't for the life of me remember the name of the town. I didn't dare write any of my personal notes in plaintext until I got to Pantheon - or even a cipher, someone could have beaten the translation out of me. I used to do everything in drawings that I didn't expect to keep. Sorry."
namesthesky
"I was very good at avoiding provoking the woman who owned me for most of my time in Tayane. As people who purchase six-year-olds go, she was positively saintly. And I would like to stop dwelling on my childhood while I am so very, very old and have unrelated accomplishments under my belt, thanks."
come_midnight
"Anyway, after my having been born in the charmingly named South Fork, my parents Raney and Kalars got divorced and Raney moved with me to Emavan. She taught school, so I got a few years of it as an employee benefit to her. I bound Cricket young and turned out to be pretty good at spellbinding and soon I was able to rent and stock a hex and spellchart shop myself. And then the, ah, fiasco, happened."
royal_obligation
"It's unlikely," sighs Edarial. "Unless you happen to own a time machine, we are in the market for one of those."
come_midnight
Iobel smiles slightly. "Barring that - well, we're doing what's doable, and that which isn't won't get more so if you go hmmmm at it. Though you do seem less outrageously showoffy about how cutely coupled you are than Ice and Cypress, so thanks for that."
royal_obligation
'I'd hate to see when you're not trying,' Edarial almost says, but he stops himself. No, no, civility with himself.
"Thank you for that," he says instead, cordially.
"Thank you for that," he says instead, cordially.