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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
darkest_evening
"The entire rambling of absurd fantastic things," snorts Prime, "and you focus on the 'alternate who is married' part. Of course."
shesepankh
"Would you rather I be curious about how you caused them great personal distress?"
darkest_evening
"No," he sighs. "Thank you for the offer, please go back to being curious about the married part."
shesepankh
"Besides, this conversation has already introduced alts and the existence of foreign magic and resurrection," Bella points out. "Anyway. Complicated how?"
namesthesky
"Edarial was a prince, and he had to get married for prince reasons, and absented himself from the process enough that someone else with strong opinions about who the future queen ought to be slipped in and held Iobel's familiar hostage - her familiar's death would have rendered her a vegetable - to force her to marry him. They spent several months with her assuming Edarial had done this to her and him having no idea why she glared at him all the time."
shesepankh
Bella puts a wing around her boyfriend. "Seconding that yikes, how are they now?"
darkest_evening
"If you are curious, Ice and Cypress are incredibly flagrant about being happily married. I don't believe they can even help it, they just ooze 'being in love.'"
He looks vaguely annoyed with this. Alts. Of him. Being in love. Despicable!
He looks vaguely annoyed with this. Alts. Of him. Being in love. Despicable!
namesthesky
"You two are cute too," Spring adds. "They're just - I think it might be the animal souls. The animal souls are helping."
shesepankh
"I think we're secure in our cuteness, thanks. You don't appear obviously paired off?"
darkest_evening
Prime sighs.
"You can tell by the lack of sappy looks and recited love poetry," he drawls.
"You can tell by the lack of sappy looks and recited love poetry," he drawls.
shesepankh
"Funny," mutters Bella in Darren's ear, "they bicker like old alts of a married couple."
darkest_evening
"Of course. Next time, we can have a sign. 'Not even non-obviously paired off.' Shall it go around your neck, or mine?"
namesthesky
"I don't know if signage is within my dress code," says Spring lightly. At Bella's quizzical look: "Acolytes and priests of the healing goddess who gives me my cool magic powers have a dress code. It's an excellent excuse not to wear anything I don't like."
darkest_evening
"Taxi, bloodhound, and now sign holder. Should I endeavor to become a pack mule, too?"
darkest_evening
"Luggage. When no luggage is available, I find the largest rock and start rolling it up a nearby hill. It's a flawless plan."
shesepankh
"Are you going to be that sarcastic when you're old and gray?" Bella asks Darren.
castmyown
"I have no idea," he snorts. "At least I'm guaranteed to not be boring?"