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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
castmyown
"Are - souls just birds there? The familiars I get, the bird soul thing's a bit strange."
darkest_evening
Prime follows Spring, closing the door behind himself. "That will not be the strangest thing you hear today. A literal god took the picture."
castmyown
"Bella. Bella I think we just hit epic level this is the best day."
namesthesky
"Not all souls in general are birds. His is a coincidence, and her species is limited to birds; she's a witch."
darkest_evening
Prime raises an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're referencing."
shesepankh
"My boyfriend here is a huge nerd," explains Bella, "both in the useful inventing real life spells researching real useful runes casting helpful magic sense, and also in the sitting around with fellow nerds pretending to do all the above in the persona of a fictional character according to rules involving a lot of arithmetic."
namesthesky
"What kind of magic have you got? Ice is a witch, her Adarin and this one are both mages, Iobel and Edarial are both spellbinders, and I'm an acolyte of Perinixu, who's a healing goddess."
shesepankh
"Uh, the both of us do the kind with runes - draw diagram, chant in non-native language, boom, it's more complicated than I just made it sound. And there's also species-specific stuff, different for each of us because we aren't the same thing."
darkest_evening
Prime doesn't seem surprised by this outcome at all.
"You... Aren't the same thing," he says, looking between the two. "Is this a plane with multiple species that look exactly the same?"
He pats the still-cackling Darren's shoulder. Pat, pat. There, there. Let the megalomania out.
"You... Aren't the same thing," he says, looking between the two. "Is this a plane with multiple species that look exactly the same?"
He pats the still-cackling Darren's shoulder. Pat, pat. There, there. Let the megalomania out.
shesepankh
"We're shapeshifted," Bella says. "We have medallions for it - that's presumably more of the runes-chanting-bam magic, that made them, but the art's been lost."
shesepankh
"Uh, he's a peryton, but - don't tell anybody what I am, somebody has already sent two monsters and a lot of goons with instruments of torture after me about it," winces Bella.
darkest_evening
"... Extremely racist goon squad. With torture. Of course. Do you need help with them?"
shesepankh
"The goons and both monsters are dead. We still don't know who procured them."
darkest_evening
"I thought my job description this time was taxi," he drawls. "Am I both taxi and scrying guy? Alas, I'm so overworked in my retirement."
namesthesky
"If they were suffering from pox and whooping cough I'd take care of them. This one's your department."
darkest_evening
Prime rolls his eyes, clearly amused.
"I will try scrying. But first - I believe our others are impatient for a portal. Thus the job description of 'taxi.' I should do that first, I think, before I resign myself to being the mage equivalent of a blood hound."
"I will try scrying. But first - I believe our others are impatient for a portal. Thus the job description of 'taxi.' I should do that first, I think, before I resign myself to being the mage equivalent of a blood hound."
shesepankh
"Okay, but if a monster crashes into our apartment and spirits me away you need to save me."
castmyown
It's around this time that Darren finally recovers from his bout of uncontrollable laughter.
"... Sorry, what?"
"... Sorry, what?"