View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
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.
+ Show First Post
darkest_evening
castmyown
"Savannah and I grew up with Mom until we were eleven, terrible birth father nowhere in sight. Dad came investigating because he knew our dead terrible birth father was a peryton, and he thought it was right that we should know. He had his amulet, Savannah touched it, shenanigans ensued, Dad realized that our mom is terrible at raising kids, called social services, and bam, to the adoption agency. Then he realized that sucked, too, so he started trying to figure out how to adopt us properly, but that takes a while. So meanwhile I was flinging myself at magic, got myself an amulet, and begged myself the basics of runecasting. Dad was - unofficially dading at that point. Then we got adopted and moved to Forks, where nothing much happened until," he motions to his girlfriend. "And it's about the same from there."
dark_light
"My parents live in Forks too," mentions Ice. "The clan lands are near there. But mine aren't divorced. Iobel's are... I wonder why the difference."
namesthesky
"Mine were technically never married, but they were still together as of my first sale," volunteers Spring.
royal_obligation
"I seem to be missing a father," sighs Edarial. "That's annoying, the one I have is broken."
darkest_evening
"Yup!" he says, brightly. "It's like looking at my own little version of myself, just learning how to be sarcastic. Oh, wait."
castmyown
"Is this going to be weird? Are you going to be a replacement Vernon for him?"
shesepankh
"Is that a what of 'why did he do that' or a what of 'what is a condom'?"
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-?"
shesepankh
"Found a bowl of them under the bed tied up in a bow. It was pretty... uh... yeah."
prodigal_miser
Cypress continues to giggle. Not as uncontrollably, but it's still present.
dark_light
"I mean, I'm assuming you're human-like in the relevant ways?"
shesepankh
"As long as we're in our human drag we are pretty damn human," confirms Phix.
castmyown
Darren is an interesting shade of red and is inspecting his shoes. Oh look, shoes.
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.
prodigal_miser
"... Look, love! I've made progress in comparison to my alts!"