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Prime wakes up a day later, takes care of some business that includes checking up on how Cypress's ghost is being treated, making sure ex-demon hunters are not killing anyone, having a brief chat with his father and a hug, and other general administrative and personal affairs. Then, brief meal, and back to sleep.
It's uneventful. Cypress and Ice go to several more restaurants (most of which are pretty, in interesting and unique ways) and return to Prime's home to snuggle and - forget about the events that'll transpire when they get home. Cypress misses Vernaia, he tolerates her being away from him but just gone entirely is - it obviously bothers him. He'd suggest going the way of Prime and spending the next day in sleep, but he can't ask it of his wife. He snuggles her, instead, and they distract each other from the things that are obviously wrong.
Then, completely predictably, Prime wakes up. He checks his mana stores. He gets notes from Cypress and casts the language spell, since it's cheap.
"Ready," he informs, when he has recovered enough from three days of near non-stop sleep to be reasonably awake and functional. He has a spot picked out for the portal, already. He does a bit of writing in his own book of cheat sheets, and then the empty wall by the front door gets - what looks like a painting. Specifically, a painting of the other side of the portal - Pantheon. It looks like a painting, too, not like a photograph. If someone looks closely, they can see what looks to be brush strokes, and little hints of mess here and there.
He touches the portal, murmurs "Pantheon" and then it shifts. To something more - real, lifelike. Like you could step through it to the other side.
"Done. After you?"
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darkest_evening
darkest_evening
And off they go! Prime leads Aya and Idania to hospital-like locations. Look! Sick people!
namesthesky
Aya traipses through the hospital and goes around healing them, pausing with each person to inform them where this blessing comes from and notify them that she expects to have a temple set up in the near future if they'd like to leave offerings in return.
darkest_evening
The people are kind of confused about this weird religious thing, but they're not complaining about the healing. Aya gets several thank you's, but just about everyone is confused as to what an offering entails. One person suspects this is a shake down.
Prime gets the staff to leave Aya to do her thing, and then supervises. Several people recognize him, and Aya and Idania's obvious magic is shrugged off. They are with one of the most obviously magical people in the world, of course they have magic, it's perfectly natural.
Prime gets the staff to leave Aya to do her thing, and then supervises. Several people recognize him, and Aya and Idania's obvious magic is shrugged off. They are with one of the most obviously magical people in the world, of course they have magic, it's perfectly natural.
onthewind
Idania floats after Aya, planning to join in on this whole 'supervising' thing, but then she gets distracted. By a healer that she declares to be 'super cute.'
And then she mysteriously disappears. With the healer.
And then she mysteriously disappears. With the healer.
namesthesky
"You seem to be distracting from my aura of divine blessedness," Aya says to Prime.
darkest_evening
"Would you like me to leave? People also might not trust you to heal them if I'm not here," he points out, mildly.
namesthesky
"Perhaps you could specify that you don't have anything to do with it? It doesn't seem like they believe me."
darkest_evening
"Sure."
He starts specifying that he's got nothing to do with the healing itself. They look at him dubiously. He looks at them with a raised eyebrow. Judging. Daring them to protest.
She gets more believers, after that.
He starts specifying that he's got nothing to do with the healing itself. They look at him dubiously. He looks at them with a raised eyebrow. Judging. Daring them to protest.
She gets more believers, after that.
namesthesky
Healing healing healing. Missionary-ing. She tweaks her pitch as she goes; she knew these people weren't familiar with properly effective gods, but exactly where their skepticisms lie is something she has to suss out as she goes.
darkest_evening
By the end, she's got a pretty good idea of what works for selling these people, and is generally looked upon with a bit more enthusiasm and thanked sincerely. It seems to help if she describes herself as a benefactory from an extraplanar source of magic - they're not ignorant that other types exist. Several are up for Perinixu worship if it means blessings and healing powers, it's just starting it off from a religious standing throws them off a bit.
And then they run out of hospital.
"Well. There are others, if you'd like to go to them," says Prime, helpfully.
And then they run out of hospital.
"Well. There are others, if you'd like to go to them," says Prime, helpfully.
onthewind
- there is Idania. Rocketing across the sky at a speed she's not normally capable of reaching, cackling maniacally.
There's a mage on the ground, nearby, recognizable as the healer she deemed cute. "Is this what you meant?!" he yells up to her, completely unaware of Aya and Prime's entrance.
"Hell yes!" cackles Idania, and then she goes back to maniacal laughter.
There's a mage on the ground, nearby, recognizable as the healer she deemed cute. "Is this what you meant?!" he yells up to her, completely unaware of Aya and Prime's entrance.
"Hell yes!" cackles Idania, and then she goes back to maniacal laughter.
onthewind
"Uh," says the mage, awkwardly. "... Magic?"
"Wheeeeeeeeee!" says the acolyte in the sky, doing a corkscrew spin.
"Wheeeeeeeeee!" says the acolyte in the sky, doing a corkscrew spin.
namesthesky
"Idania's very practiced at flying, I don't expect her to crash - but what magic did you do?"
onthewind
"Weeell -" he launches into an explanation that is very technical and involves something about the weight and texture of her clothes and hair.
He's in the middle of talking about how he was getting air to streamline itself around her when Idania tackles him, mid-sentence. She slowed down, no one's getting hurt, but the two of them do tumble to the ground, Idania on top of the healer and giggling.
"That was the best thing ever!" she cackles. "Can I keep you? Can we do experiments together? Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you, you helped me do that, you're amazing!"
"... Sure?" says the confused and dazed healer.
And then there are kisses.
He's in the middle of talking about how he was getting air to streamline itself around her when Idania tackles him, mid-sentence. She slowed down, no one's getting hurt, but the two of them do tumble to the ground, Idania on top of the healer and giggling.
"That was the best thing ever!" she cackles. "Can I keep you? Can we do experiments together? Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you, you helped me do that, you're amazing!"
"... Sure?" says the confused and dazed healer.
And then there are kisses.
onthewind
The pair spend a prolonged time kissing, and then Idania snickers an apology for the tackle and gets off of him. She offers a hand, pulls him to his feet, and then giggles some more.
"Hi, Aya! Hi, sarcastic not-a-butterfly! I got to try a thing!"
For his part, the healer is just going to have a big dopey grin on his face.
"Hi, Aya! Hi, sarcastic not-a-butterfly! I got to try a thing!"
For his part, the healer is just going to have a big dopey grin on his face.
namesthesky
"It would seem you did. Sounds like fun. Is the speed increase permanent or something he has to maintain on you?"
onthewind
"I have no idea!" declares Idania, brightly. She looks at her mage beau. After a few seconds of no response, she nudges him.
"Uh, what was the question again?" he asks, blinking and recovering a bit from post-kiss catatonia.
"Is it permanent, or maintained?" teases the acolyte, eyes sparkling.
"The part I did on your clothes was permanent," he clarifies, "the air thing would need to be maintained. Oh, uh, I should - turn that off, don't want to waste mana." He does that.
"There you have it!" she proclaims.
"Uh, what was the question again?" he asks, blinking and recovering a bit from post-kiss catatonia.
"Is it permanent, or maintained?" teases the acolyte, eyes sparkling.
"The part I did on your clothes was permanent," he clarifies, "the air thing would need to be maintained. Oh, uh, I should - turn that off, don't want to waste mana." He does that.
"There you have it!" she proclaims.