portals

[from_scratch]

The portal system is replaced with a more secure successor over time. Inferno's subworlds are still non-urgent, but the daeva do get a portal to Limbo, where the humans present are much less likely to be able to freak out and successfully move from freaking out to doing anything along the lines of "nuke the rogue daeva and hope the summoner's within the blast radius". Cam visits his dad and gets a letter to his mom asking that she show up at his dad's house. He makes useful things in ways that won't be too traceable (if his dad's fridge has slightly more bacon and cheese and apples to share with the neighbors a few days in a row, who'll notice?), as a short-term intervention while awaiting more acculturation to the way Limbo works so they won't upset any very delicate balances. The portals to the other worlds can wait until there are actual plans on what to do with them. And possibly until their alts have more free time to help. In the meantime, Cam has his parents again.

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[ask_nicely]

"We are!" Kiss.

The visit continues pleasantly, until the daeva couple bid their goodbyes to Cam's father and depart. Adana - is still kind of bothered by the lack of other female Adarins present. She decides that it's a good idea (and, it might even make another alt easier to find, considering they're looking for something different now) to go present this idea to a mage.

Cam's welcome to come along, if he likes?

[from_scratch]

He likes!

[ask_nicely]

Okay! Then they're going to bother Prime, because they can enter his world without getting daemoned and it seems like he has more free time than Cypress anyway.

She mirrors ahead, and then: "Hi, Prime."

[darkest_evening]

"Hello," he says. ".... I'm taking a guess that this is not to invite me for tea and biscuits?"

[ask_nicely]

Adana coughs. "Well. Um. No, sorry."

[darkest_evening]

"Well, thank you for being polite about it, anyway. What do you need me for?"

[ask_nicely]

"I have - little to no idea how your magic actually works aside from the end results, but if you or Cypress go scrying for other alts of us - could you also look for a girl version of me? It gives us more than just one thing to look for."

[darkest_evening]

"Sure," he shrugs. "Same for him, I'm guessing?" He motions to Cam.

[from_scratch]

"I don't actually care. I mean, sure, if casting a wider net helps, but meh. I will supply tea and biscuits if you want."

[darkest_evening]

"I'll switch to looking for more of you if I fail to find more recognizable female Bells. And - tea and biscuits, sure, why not."

[from_scratch]

And lo, there were tea and biscuits.

[darkest_evening]

Yay! That actually makes Prime smile.

"Thank you. You're much nicer about this than Turtle was."

[ask_nicely]

"... Was that very hard to do?"

[darkest_evening]

"No."

[from_scratch]

"Yay, we clear an extremely low bar."

[darkest_evening]

"You deserve trophies, for your efforts."

[from_scratch]

"I'd make some but I'd soon run out of shelf space if I made myself all the equally deserved trophies I could conjure."

[darkest_evening]

"Alas."

[ask_nicely]

"You could make a scrapbook. With pictures of all of the equally deserved trophies you could conjure, in it."

[from_scratch]

"Nah. It'd be tacky."

[ask_nicely]

"Aww. My heart. It breaks."

[from_scratch]

"I have had to learn self-restraint with the demonic magic. Sorry, angel."

[ask_nicely]

"But I can get rid of anything you make! You don't have to have as much restraint!"

[from_scratch]

"Maybe in a hundred fifty years my habits will reverse themselves."

[ask_nicely]

"Maybe. Anyway - thank you, Prime."