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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
Rae shakes his head. "It seems accurate on the surface, but butterflies fundamentally change. He's different, but not - other."
namesthesky
"I am surprised you're letting this assessment stop you from calling him the sarcastic butterfly. Rae, you don't mind answering questions about this sort of thing, do you? Because if I know my alts - and this seems to be the point of having alts - there will be more of us who might need double-checking."
"I don't care," the god shrugs.
onthewind
"I can't call him something that's not accurate! Sarcastic charcoal, maybe, but that doesn't have the same ring to it. Don't worry, I'll figure something funny to call you eventually."
namesthesky
Aya goes to get her copy of their favorite board game. It is her actual copy given to her by Idania, preserved in a museum; acolytes are uncommon enough that there is generally some historian hanging on to their interesting possessions and she's made progress tracking much of it down and reclaiming it. (She has a growing list of people who've dared to ask if they can have their deceased friends and relatives back the same way she returned.)
"I'm assuming," she says to Prime, "that you've never played this before."
"I'm assuming," she says to Prime, "that you've never played this before."
darkest_evening
"You assume correctly, I've never played - whatever that is before in my life."
onthewind
Idania helps with the explanations, and gives various examples of what has been done in previous games.
Rae, meanwhile, silently helps set up the board game. The acolytes are doing a fine job explaining things, he's not going to bother to help.
darkest_evening
Prime listens raptly, asks occasional questions, and then gets the general idea of it and understands enough of it to get by.
Rae gets deciduous forest. He frowns at this, but he will accept the dice's ruling. Grudgingly. (He wants to be a desert. Tundra, volcano, and mountain are okay, but desert's his favorite.)
onthewind
Idania gets volcano. She then spends the next few minutes cackling. Because lava.
darkest_evening
And Prime gets desert. He feels utterly ambivalent about this.
Rae looks at him. With what might be annoyance.
namesthesky
"I've played variants of this where people get to pick their territories," says Aya mildly, "but they wind up always getting the same things and it becomes boring."
onthewind
"Yup!" says Idania, chipper. "And I just rolled mine. Bwuahahahaha, volcano goddess, look upon me, ye mortals, and despair!"
Rae turns to look at Idania.
"I am a god, Aya is immortal, and the other Adarin is - not entirely mortal," he informs her, calmly.
"I am a god, Aya is immortal, and the other Adarin is - not entirely mortal," he informs her, calmly.
The god doesn't deign to answer that.
(But she's right.)
(But she's right.)
namesthesky
"Anyway. Now let's see who goes first."
Roll roll.
Idania goes first, and from there a lively forty-five minutes proceed to elapse, over the course of which they all four struggle to stay on the board. Prime is largely ignored, as a novice, although he sacrifices this small advantage after a while and then is eliminated first. Aya's next to go, followed by Idania, leaving Rae triumphant.
Roll roll.
Idania goes first, and from there a lively forty-five minutes proceed to elapse, over the course of which they all four struggle to stay on the board. Prime is largely ignored, as a novice, although he sacrifices this small advantage after a while and then is eliminated first. Aya's next to go, followed by Idania, leaving Rae triumphant.