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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
Iobel apparently wants to pose holding her cat. And she adds:
"Clustered by worlds, I think. Bells are shortest, we can stand in front."
"Clustered by worlds, I think. Bells are shortest, we can stand in front."
darkest_evening
They arrange themselves accordingly, politely ask Rae to hold the camera (which he does) and then - they have a group picture.
"First thing I'm telling them," says Prime in a deadpan, "is that the picture was taken by a literal god."
"First thing I'm telling them," says Prime in a deadpan, "is that the picture was taken by a literal god."
namesthesky
"And if they don't believe you they can come back through and say hi. Do I need to do anything to be transported?"
prodigal_miser
"Nope," says Cypress. "But it would be helpful if you stood next to Prime."
prodigal_miser
Cypress studies some notes, does a bit of math, asks some clarifying questions from Prime about the specifics of aim, and then -
darkest_evening
- There they are, in a secluded alleyway next to the shop containing their alts.
"Oh, charming, anyone that tries to mug us will be confused by our clothing," says Prime. "And that will be when I hit them."
"Oh, charming, anyone that tries to mug us will be confused by our clothing," says Prime. "And that will be when I hit them."
namesthesky
Aya snorts and goes around to the front. The door into the shop is unlocked; the door up to the residence isn't. She knocks.
castmyown
".... Seconded!" says Darren. "Um. Shields? Then we answer the door?"
castmyown
Darren does the same. And then they're protected.
Carefully, carefully, Darren opens the door. "... Hello?"
Carefully, carefully, Darren opens the door. "... Hello?"
namesthesky
"Hi. I'm Ayabel, but you can call me Spring, and this is Adarin, but you can call him Prime."
shesepankh
"...Bella. Um, please don't take this the wrong way, but we keep getting attacked by monsters, you aren't monsters, are you?"
namesthesky
"Not monsters." Spring produces the group photo. "Alts. See, you have the more common face for us. And Darren has an uncommon hair color for them."
castmyown
"... Okay. Okay, hair," says Darren, peering at the photo. "I - get the planar shift thing, but - but hair!"
darkest_evening
"Be glad all of them are over seventeen. It used to be longer," drawls Prime.
shesepankh
"Apparently." Bella takes the photo. "What's with the - owl and this white bird and the cat and the snake?" She starts heading up the stairs to the apartment. "Close the door behind you, guys."
namesthesky
Spring steps in. "The birds are their souls, they live in a world where that's a thing. The cat and snake are familiars, they live in a world where you need those to cast spells."