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Once the meeting of alternates has concluded, it's back home for the resident monarchs. Zevros grouses about his alt not being reachable yet. And then he grouses about his alt not being a man for - for reasons. Edarial tries very, very hard not to think about those reasons, and makes a face every time it's brought up. Zevros has mercy on his twin, and Edarial doesn't have to make many faces before Zevros's desire to screw himself isn't brought up again.
He also tries very hard not to think about how all of his alts have killed someone. This time, he's not as successful. Edarial's not sure if Prime's killed someone before the fiasco that was finding him, so he might be absolved for that, but the other two certainly chose to. Neither of them regret it in the slightest. He knows this because he asked, quietly, privately. It was in the defense of their matching Bells. That's - he doesn't know how to feel about that. That's worrying.
Obviously, the solution is math. He asks both alts for their - mental numbers, the factors behind them, and then he scurries off to crunch his own and compare with what they have. Iobel didn't want to have a competition, but - this isn't that. He's comparing notes. If he's - likely to kill someone in defense of her, he'd like a heads up first.
Copious amounts of math is completed. Edarial is - kind of frightened by the results. He gets up, and he goes to find Iobel. Because according to Adarin-math, he is probably capable of killing people in her defense.
royal_obligation
royal_obligation
Edarial smiles again, and then goes back to reading.
"... Oh, that's clever," he praises.
"... Oh, that's clever," he praises.
come_midnight
"I was very proud of it. I was sure the contingency about passengers would take up square feet of chart by itself, and I literally woke up one morning, sat bolt upright, and wrote that down."
come_midnight
"These marks here signify branches I can omit to shrink the spell, in the likely event that I can't make the whole thing fit," she says, pointing at an example. "I really hope we find an alt with good memory improving magic, it would be so useful for cheating at spellbinding. We could do anything, and then it wouldn't matter so much that we could only do it six times a day."
royal_obligation
"Yeah," he agrees. "Immortality that works on several people at once. Mass resurrections. Something like Cypress's portals - that reminds me, I started working on that. Do you want to see, after I'm done being impressed with your wonderful spell chart?"
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Another grin, and then - spellcharts. Spellcharts. She lets him look at her in-progress immortality spell (it's huge), and he offers her his - well. Start on the transportation hex. It is really obvious that Edarial likes magic. Furthermore, he likes useful magic. Beautifully designed spellcharts that do nothing important interests him less, but spellcharts meant for useful, scale-able magic? Exciting stuff.
"I swear," he mutters, once they are out of spellcharts to look at, "if someone drops another building on us after we manage these I will be very unhappy."
"I swear," he mutters, once they are out of spellcharts to look at, "if someone drops another building on us after we manage these I will be very unhappy."
come_midnight
"Maybe we'd better not both cast hexes in the same day when there are would-be voters around," suggests Iobel.
come_midnight
"Maybe we should see if we can get our alts to escort us when we do things like that, then."
royal_obligation
Edarial nods.
"... I - still don't even remember most of what happened when I was concussed. It's a little distressing."
"... I - still don't even remember most of what happened when I was concussed. It's a little distressing."
come_midnight
"I didn't get a chance to write notes on it until much later, so I don't have - a verbatim transcript, but I can tell you some things."
come_midnight
"You were a lot less guarded. You made jokes and didn't seem like you were walking on eggshells. I'm not sure how much of that was your apparent expectation that you were going to die or that I should have let you."