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There is a lot of time spent making portals to various places. Pantheon starts as the unofficial hub, and then essentially becomes the official one. Prime makes a portal to Iobel's and Edarial's world, and then he gets to checking out the various new planes he has access to. One, in particular. It's really rather minor, in comparison to the others, but he considers it important.
Few people have the chance to - go back, do something again. But the other version of Kystle is a very specific exception. He knows what's in store for it if he doesn't do anything. Genocide for the invaders (Lynn would call it justified, he just thinks murder is murder), a second invasion of New Kystle, immortal psychopaths with sharp weaponry running around - not the kinds of things he wants. So Prime is thinking of ways to circumvent the problem.
It's unfortunately humbling when he finds no moral solution knocking at his door. There are plenty of immoral ones, but he doesn't touch those. Certainly, he could throw the out of work demon hunters at the plane, tell them to kill things, but that hardly solves the underlying problem. Even he, with all his power, can't save an entire planet. His sister couldn't, either. Not even both of them together.
Obviously, he needs more resources. He didn't deal much in other planes, not when the risks were so great. But now - now he knows that there are other versions of him, other versions of Bells. With various types of magic. Prime isn't a greedy man, but he knows new possible resources when he sees hints of them, and he wants them. He can fix - not his mistake in particular, but his mother's, the second bloodline's.
He spends some time scrying, and then he sighs and snaps his eyes shut. Yeah, that's definitely something. He did not need to see a younger version of himself having sex. Ever. Annoying how his alts seem to come in pairs with 'Bells,' it leads to awkward situations like this. Mirrors are retrieved, and then Prime informs everyone of what he's found - another Adarin, another Bell, together and obviously with some kind of magic.
Since Pantheon seems to be their impromptu central base, he retrieves a recent creation of his, and off he goes to meet with Spring. They're going to write a letter.
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darkest_evening
come_midnight
"Why even this much similarity though - I assume everyone present was named by people with no information about multidimensional confluences."
prodigal_miser
"Yes. Even mine - I didn't know it was possible to have alternates until," he motions to Edarial and Iobel, "I met them."
castmyown
"This is so weird," says Darren. "I'm not complaining, it's awesome, I love magic, but - so weird!"
shesepankh
"About how easy is it to just - reach out and find more of us?" wonders Phix.
prodigal_miser
"Scrying is the cheapest thing for a mage to do, mana wise, but it's not easy per say - it's often very time consuming."
shesepankh
"Okay, but like, could there be fifty - sets of us - instead of four this time next week if that were a good idea, or are there severe limiting factors of some kind?"
prodigal_miser
"I'm not sure of the specifics for finding you, but it took several hours for me to find Prime, and the same with Edarial and Iobel."
shesepankh
"So this is - set aside an afternoon and probably turn up somebody, and of course efficient use of the added value of the new somebody takes time, you aren't going to be great runecasters in the next thirty minutes - though if somebody gives me a flash drive, I'll put my program and rune notes on it, it's probably the most efficient intro easily available. And some of the somebodies are going to have problems like 'somebody is mysteriously racist against sphinxes' which limit our ability to be positive-sum right away. Okay. Was there a particular reason we were sought out today?"
prodigal_miser
"Isabella and I were busy with - things, Prime was the one who found you. He's trying to find a way to fix my instance of Kystle, and we don't have the resources yet to manage that in any sort of - non murderous fashion. We'd all like to work on that."
castmyown
"... What's the situation there, exactly? I'm guessing that was the place that got invaded, but - specifics?"
prodigal_miser
"Place that got invaded. I checked, and - most of the original population is dead, and the ones that aren't are incredibly dangerous to be around so rescue is near-impossible. I was taking care of the mage situation first and getting proper living conditions up, because there genuinely wasn't very much I could do. Prime informed me that if Kystle's left alone for several hundred years my dead mother will start a second invasion in a mad quest to resurrect my terrible birth-father. So."
shesepankh
"Hoo boy. Well. You can have my runecasting notes and program with my blessing, they should be nicely organized at least for another me to look at, and - I don't think I have a big enough hammer to hit an entire planetary invasion force with. I get ambushed by monsters we can barely handle just at home."
prodigal_miser
He nods. "Yeah, it's - something of a difficult problem. The runecasting notes and program would be lovely, though, every little bit helps."
shesepankh
"I don't have a spare flash drive, but I can pick some up. Although we're not exactly bursting at the seams with spare cash. I mean, we have a small business, but it's small and there's a fair amount of labor costs getting people to scribe for us and the rent in the Avalon for the shop and apartment is kind of astronomical. So if anybody has solved economics that would be nice to know."
dark_light
"I'm rich - in American dollars, even, and I could probably get some that were printed long enough ago. I'm heavily subsidizing resurrection and immortalization but the main bottleneck is witch labor, not cash, so I have it to spare. Lemme stick my head back in Chamomile and tell my assistant to call my bank about old cash." Off goes Ice.
She's back after a brief phone call. "I'll get back to you about how much minimally suspicious cash I can divert your way. Unless the Secret Service already suspects you of counterfeiting or it turns out the design of the money is different, you should be fine."
She's back after a brief phone call. "I'll get back to you about how much minimally suspicious cash I can divert your way. Unless the Secret Service already suspects you of counterfeiting or it turns out the design of the money is different, you should be fine."
shesepankh
"What if the design of the - then you have some spare petty cash lying around which happens to be kind of old, okay. Thanks."
dark_light
"No problem, what else would a portal network slowly edging out airlines the world over be for?"
prodigal_miser
Cypress waves, obviously pleased with himself. "The economy cowers before us. Bwuahahaha."
dark_light
"At some point we're planning to come clean about who's making the portals, but I keep putting it off for this or that reason."
prodigal_miser
"We want the result that it gets us in the end, but the upheaval necessary for it annoys the both of us," clarifies Cypress. "I don't particularly mind her taking all of the credit."
come_midnight
"Katydid," says Iobel suddenly. "I mean - that'll do for a nickname. By analogy to Cricket. Call me Katydid until I think of something better."
namesthesky
"Two water features, an insect, and - what's Phix supposed to mean? The translation spell isn't getting it."