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The Earthlings native and adopted stay in Marlatia, hiding uneventfully in the guest room, for several days. Isabella immortalizes king and queen both when they sneak her to a sufficiently large, empty, and unoccupied room to do it in. When Adarin has enough mana he makes mirror pairs for each of their majesties to contact their counterpart - Isabella's portal bag is kind of accumulating mirrors at this point. And when he has more mana still, Iobel finds a slightly-bigger-than-door-sized plank and a set of hinges and some screws and combines all these objects on the ceiling of a lockable room on the first floor but out of the way, currently serving as storage for a lot of broken musical instruments that someone once probably identified as probably repairable. This plank gets a portal on it, and the Earthlings go home.
After catching up on business - and allowing time to recover mana, again - and getting their Marlatian alts a laptop each, and putting a router and chargers within easy reach of the portal on their side, which is also on a sheet of wood but is kept in their basement propped up against a wall -
Isabella snuggles up to her husband and suggests searching the planes for more of themselves.
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onthewind
Nod. "Since she dispels plague and sickness like nobody's business. Useful to have around, I had a cold once and she just shoo'd it."
namesthesky
"I'm very handy. But I think what Isabella means is that we're definitely going to want to be in close touch with each other, us three - Bell people - and I should have a direct route to Iobel for that reason alone, to say nothing of my magic powers."
onthewind
"Well, that, plus I kind of want to go explore fantastic new worlds. I was thinking of practical applications."
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"Bell people. Bells," says Isabella. "That's cute, in English anyway. Fantastic new worlds are pretty exciting, huh?"
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Isabella squints at the... what could be generously called a landscape... below.
"Adarin, honey."
"Adarin, honey."
prodigal_miser
Yeah, it will take more than that to wake him.
Below, the person on the hoverbike hasn't noticed them. He's not used to looking up - he's mid-travel, but Idania's flight and Isabella's cloudpine can keep up.
Below, the person on the hoverbike hasn't noticed them. He's not used to looking up - he's mid-travel, but Idania's flight and Isabella's cloudpine can keep up.
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Isabella sets pace above and behind. She jostles the dangling hammock. "Adarin, wake up, look alive."
prodigal_miser
He blinks blearily at all present. "... Rescue?" he mumbles, confused.
dark_light
"Of Aya's hoverbike. I detect a flaw in the plan of having you nap on the way," sighs Isabella affectionately.
prodigal_miser
Adarin rubs his face. ".... L'il bit," he yawns. "Waking up, hol' on."
onthewind
Idania is currently looking through her bag of tricks. Well. Not a literal bag, but she has things that sting when thrown into eyes and she knows how to use them.
"Ready whenever," she says, when she finds the right vial.
"Ready whenever," she says, when she finds the right vial.
prodigal_miser
It takes him a bit, but Adarin does get to lucid levels. "Okay, ready."
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Isabella overtakes the hoverbike, and comes about in front of it just above its modest altitude.
The acolyte - because he's obviously an acolyte, he's got some sort of twisted bit of deadwood on a necklace - is caught off guard.
"No, I don't," he replies, confused and concerned. "Keep walking, acolyte, I've done jack shit to you."
"No, I don't," he replies, confused and concerned. "Keep walking, acolyte, I've done jack shit to you."