Finally he has installed enough things.
"I'll miss you," she says.
"We don't have to say goodbye right now. We can come to Milliways with you, write in the Bellbook, see if there's a better-equipped mint around to render all your irritating square-making unnecessary," says Juliet lightly. "But even if there is - and especially if there's not - I really, really appreciate it."
Bell hugs him back. "So, you've got all my squares," she says over his shoulder to Juliet, "if we meet yet another unminted Bell I'll have to go stay with her for a few weeks and give her squares too," she adds ruefully, "and if we're lucky we find a minted one. You should probably go to Milliways a lot now that you can whenever you want, improve your chances."
"Hi! I'm Shell Bell and this is Bella but we call her Juliet 'cause there are lots of Bellas and this is another Sherlock and this is a Tony - they're not a matched set, Tony and me were visiting Juliet and this Sherlock. And my girlfriend back home is another Sherlock too. And her matching Tony is not this Tony, but another one who is also in my world, and you guys need your own Tower to coordinate about nicknames in, really."
"Yep," says Juliet, tossing her hair. "But my template, when we appear in magical worlds, has this tendency to resist all forms of mental intrusion, up to and including the prophetic dreams and the vampire-sensing in my case. So I'm like four-fifths of a Slayer."
Juliet loses a lot, and makes a lot of edits just to get fifteen seconds into the sequence without getting knocked irrecoverably on her ass, and collects a lot of scratches and bumps. She mimes having a stake, since of course she isn't going to actually stake either Sherlock and in a real fight she'd want to cut opponent numbers as fast as possible.
There turns out to be one key adjustment she has to make to teach her autopilot to fight two skilled opponents. She finds it only after laboriously correcting her way through the full first sequence with small-scale changes (dodge here, quicker on the counterattack there, this shift of weight is a tell and that one is a feint) and beginning a new one, but then it's the first thing she finds, and then she does better.
"Slayer instincts are so amenable to what us Bells do best after - before? - besides ruling worlds," says Juliet merrily, after meditating over her newest little change (namely: if she has any significant amount of one Sherlock under her power she can swat the other one with same) and shutting her notebook to hop up for another round.
"Well, I could get something non-wooden, I suppose, throw my pen at you," she giggles. "Nah, the balance is wrong - okay, I guess stake-throwing is a live-fire exercise. Let me patch a couple rough spots and we'll do this one again and I'll handle that part some other way."
She gets through that sequence, and the next one, improving almost as fast as she did the first time she started sparring with Sherlock and modifying her instincts in this way - with him alone her progress slowed down as low-hanging fruit was picked, but now apparently there is much more. "Now we just need to find a third vampire or otherwise durable Sherlock to join the party," she says, after meditating over another edit. "I'd get amazing. Maybe Shell Bell should stick her head out the door humming to herself for several hours to see if hers will wake."
"I think Shell Bell would drop by to hug us goodbye before going home. It hasn't been that long, she could be a while writing up notes or she could've run into somebody. But it would be about as unfair to make her stand there for hours as it would be to insist on breaking her arm."
"Oh. Shell Bell and a few others of us, but not me, have a form of magic native to Stella's universe, and it involves converting pain into wishes, which is really convenient if you have a masochistic significant other, which is also a fairly common Bell commodity. Different amounts of pain produce different size wishes. Shell Bell can make squares - she made me a whole lot of squares while she was visiting - but she'd be very unhappy about having to make a pentagon by, for example, breaking her arm. And she certainly can't make a hexagon, which is what it would take to turn me or my Sherlock into mints. A pentagon would be enough to wake up Shell Bell's Sherlock and get her to teleport in for some happier coinmaking, but I'm not going to torture my alt for magic."
"Well, there was no one in the Belltower, so I think I'm going to go home," says Shell Bell, "but first a proper goodbye, hm? I've already been to bid Tony goodbye." She holds out her arms to Juliet, and gets a hug, and then she turns to the soulless Sherlock; presuming this also yields an embrace, she offers one to his souled counterpart.
She lets them both sleep as long as they like, and kisses her girlfriend's cheek when her hour's nap is up before she gets up to go about being the Empress of Atlantis.
For certain values of "meanwhile", meanwhile, Juliet spars with Sherlocks. It is tremendously educational. "Hey, with-soul - is there something else I could call you to distinguish you from my Sherlock? He's 'Romeo' until something better comes to mind, to match my 'Juliet' - how constrained is your time here? Or for that matter not-here? You're useful."
(She's going to keep these nicknames straight more by leaning on the mine in "Minus" than by dwelling on who does and does not have a soul.)
Sparring goes on until Milliways begins gently signaling its intention to have a sun and they go back indoors. "Now I'm imagining introducing you both simultaneously to Giles and then casually remarking that one of you has a soul and seeing if he can even tell which," she snickers.
She's good for one more sequence, although in hammering out the kinks in her responses she winds up with a scratch in her wrist deep enough to bleed.
She's not even thinking about the audience when she holds out her arm to Minus. "Waste not, want not?"
When Minus is finished with her cut she drops her hand and interlaces her fingers.
"Some manner of pre-arranged... thing. He still has his Tony and Jarvis, so I imagine they were involved. You can come by and see if he'll tell you, this evening. I'm doing sparring in place of fire wand while he's visiting because I can make unusually good progress with the both of them."
"I'm making steady progress on the wand, though," Bella says, pulling out the demonology text of the day. "Did you ever ask Sherlock - we're distinguishing them as 'Minus' for the local and 'Plus' for the visitor - did you ever ask Minus your question about how he came by the number twenty-six?"
It takes about twenty minutes - including four pauses for written revisions - before she gets all the way through the sequence and pauses to catch her breath and sip from her water bottle. "So, this is Giles," she says, "Giles, one of the Sherlocks is Plus, and the house is now Jarvis instead of just a regular house."
"Bells seem to trend towards default clothes. That's witch silks for Amariah and that leather flying outfit for Angela but the rest of us wind up in jeans and t-shirts, and eventually, when appropriate, crowns on top," says Bella. "I wonder why you have different styles."
"Well. Another sequence?" proposes Juliet, and without particularly waiting for an answer she turns her hand on Minus's shirt into a throw. (It's not like it's tactically useless. She can play bait, let vampires think she's not wise to them, and then surprise!)
This all goes on for the customary amount of time. Bella pretty much ignores Giles in favor of her sparring partners. He's a Watcher, he's Watching, all's well.
"I've been informed that actually doing magic is highly dangerous - attracts bad attention, sometimes causes less than benign entities to make shit up instead of doing the requested spell, may eat one's brain - how do you mitigate those risks, or do you just live with them and use magic sparingly?"
"Bells have been naming our worlds pretty much according to whim or, where applicable, imperial theme. I called this one Sunshine in spite of Minus's charming suggestion of Hell-Orifice. Shell Bell's from Atlantis, Golden from Aurum, Angela from Samaria, Amariah from Alethia, Stella from Eos, and we don't have a name for the world that has the one of us who's ten and was written in by her Whistle yet."
"Whatever you'd like to call it, although we are doing a sort of a theme so something like that would be ideal. I wonder why there's this entire family of worlds with the same kind of vampire and magic and whatnot. And Sherlocks everywhere. No two Bells are from worlds more similar than both being Earths at around the same time."