Cypress offers to do the scrying, but Prime shrugs him off. Which one of them is married and therefore has a wife to bang in his free time? Oh, right, yes, that's Cypress. Go, be free, twenty-something year old alt. Prime doesn't hate your happiness. (Much.) Now, if Prime gets married, they can divvy up the annoying work between themselves. But, not happening anytime soon, so he'll do it.
Exciting scrying happens. It involves lots of staring off into the distance and looking at places.
And then, he informs the various people arrayed around him in Pantheon:
"Found a set. A female Adarin, and a female Bell. Also a Zeviana and a - girl whom I don't recognize. And parents." Pause. "They're all living in the same house."
He dearly hopes they local Bell and Adarin are not siblings, that would make everyone uncomfortable. Oh, nope, look, the Bell and the Adarin just kissed. How quaint.
"Pretty sure they're not siblings," he clarifies. "Unless this is the plane of incest."
"They match, at least as much as we do - we're not positive about Spring, though, she hasn't seen them since she was six."
"... Huh. It might be smart to look for parents, too, then, for - Bell siblings. Wait - are our parents the same?"
"Rain's missing his Vernon. Birth parents seem to be mostly the same, except Rain and Prime are the only ones to have met them." Pause. "... I'm. Um. Sorry, but they're not nice people. Dad's way better."
"Right, I need that stack of character sheets - how many of us are there, even? Both Bells and Adarins."
"Huh. It - seemed like more, from the - all of the stuff and the histories that I didn't know about. Six seems small."
"You stumble across the leavings of an extinct civilization and field-promote yourself to the relevant military's rank of Senior Equipment Maintenance Specialist after repudiating affiliation with the Nystbli enemy scum, of course."
"Oh, if that's all, Flicker, let's go window shopping for a robot army, they'd be quite useful," deadpans Conduit.
"I can duplicate the robots if you want some and have a place to put them. There's one watching the - let's call them parole mirrors - on the dragon that tried to kill Phix."
"You know what, I am rapidly seeing the wisdom in the character sheets or pamphlets," snorts Cypress. "Let's - try to take care of that quickly, please."
"Right, and - um, I'm okay with not hearing all of your relevant backstories and about your worlds for a while if it means the whole - Yellowstone thing is please handled soon? Ish?"
"Right. Yeah. I think it might make sense to summon a bunch of angels to deploy versus ash. We can assembly-line it. I can make most of the circles, the various humans or close-enough can finish them, there can be signs on the walls explaining the deal - spend so many hours dealing with ash and a demon will make you a thing! - somebody escorts them to your world, which you need to name - the drawback of this is that we just installed the microchip system."
"I can make portals. Want to see if it'll work between dimensions?"
"Ooh, try it try it. For that matter -" She blinks. "...Well, I can't teleport to another dimension."
- opens a portal between dimensions.
"... Ha! I can."