Waking up

I wake up feeling terrible: Weak, barely mobile, and like there's cotton stuffed in my head. Also confused… why am I still in the warehouse? I expected to wake up in my Demiplane next to my Mythic ring. Well… I pause, and think: ‘Adam, what's my current status?’

‘You have a new body, generated by your Rejuvenation. All spells and effects were tied to the old one, so you don't have those.’

‘Why didn't my other precautions work?’ I mean, I'm glad one of them did….

‘You couldn't supply them while dead. Your trick for making Adam Mythic collapsed, and the rest of the chain went with it. The Mythic Legendary Items, the Simulacrums, demiplanes, and so on all ceased to exist when you died.’

But Simulacrums are Instant, and Soul Vault is supposed to be Persistent… which means not everything follows the rules of the game. OK… I need to buff back up. I switch to worshiping myself, prepare spells, get my Mythic ring back, and go through my buff routine, adding Attuned Mysticism and Fell Energy Spell into the mix to substitute for magic items. I hold off on returning the Inherent bonuses for now: I need to make the Pashas for that in a place less observed. Invisible Spell on Extradimensional Room and I have a private place to do exactly that.

Then I feel much better.

I get to work setting up my magic manufacturing plant - I still need to fetch salt to feed it, but just the creatures work for now - and task some Solars with figuring out what happened to Adam, Brian, and Charles.

Twenty minutes later, I have my answers: Adam didn't get a choice: He was overpowered and forcibly collared, as was Brian. Charles died.

Okay. Easy one first: Wish for a body, Wish for a Resurrection, and Wish for Greater Restoration, and he's fine… if nude, his milk makers, baby bakery, and stirring stick on display.

He smiles at me as I recharge my ring, “Hah, I knew you were alive.”

“That's recent… Rejuvenation rocks, by the way,” I update him. “I think we can rescue Adam and Brian, but the setup will take a full day.”

“They didn't get away, then?” Charles cringes.

“No,” I confirm, “Which means they probably told the BMM I don't stay dead… unsure if they'll believe it, though, as most of my preparations collapsed when I died. It looks like there's more to how it all works than just the rules of the game.”

“So what's the plan?” Charles stretches, not bothering with modesty at all.

Which is fair, given that he's been inside me and none of the simulacrums running around are clothed. “Well, I have a Solar tasked with preparing a demiplane for the purpose, but messing with the Magic trait requires the Greater version of the spell, and it's not on the default list of prepared spells for that creature, so she has to prepare spells before she can cast it. Once that's set, I'll go there, copy a few specific spells out of my ring, and try to pull a switcharoo. Even if I can't pull off the switch, though, I'm going to rescue them.”

Charles purses his lips, “What's your Rejuvenation timeframe?”

“2d4 days,” I answer immediately.

“So we should probably wait a week or two before we move,” he rubs his chin, “gives us time to steal some salt shipments, craft some items, set the pantheon up with the two of us, and most importantly: Make them think ALL your preparations fell apart.”

“Steal? Why not…” I begin.

“They knew who you were, and seem to have federal backing. They'll have confiscated your funds by now, assuming they didn't leave them as a honeypot flag that you did come back,” Charles shakes his head, “either way, we can't touch it. Can't use phones either, for that matter, nor contact any friends or family: We need to stay dead as far as they know.”

I consider a bit, “and if they check our purchases, they'll know we are interested in salt.”

“So they'll be watching for large thefts of it, too.” Charles growls, it's kinda cute, “Okay. So… hit jewelry stores for gold and diamonds? Thefts there happen all the time. As long as they're all quick smash & grabs that could be mundane thievery, we're covered.”

I pause, “It's one thing to steal from a highly abusive employer, or to steal low value goods, the high value ones from OK employers…”

“So we're doing this without gear, then?” Charles cringes.

“It's not THAT bad,” I counter, “We can get Fabricated mundane items, and give them basic pluses via Greater Magic Weapon and Magic Vestments for weapons and armor; Superior Resistance gives us the basic Resistance bonus to saves, all of the Animal Attribute spells are in my range… and I have a trick to get them to +6, given that you're an Outsider and I count as one. Your flight can be an occasional Air Walk from a Ring, and so on.”

“Yeah, but I want to be properly rich…” Charles shakes his head, “What you say makes sense, though. We can probably pull it off, especially if I select my Legendary item well.” He considers, “Or maybe items…” and smiles, “Yeah… that's the route: Resonant Regalia, Legendary Item, and Heirloom… six items at Mythic level nine or better that way. Get Returning on the ‘extras’ so I don't lose them, paid for by Resonance, which pays itself back… yeah…” he smiles more.

“It's going to take a day after I kick myself out of my high priest position before I can give it to you… but you need three days for calling your replacement companions anyway,” I shrug, “good that you have a plan for the things I can't get you by spells from proxies,” which isn't actually much, but there are some things… which is part of why I want to manufacture items.

“Great, I'll do that…” he pauses, “Ah… where do I get…”

“Oh, just ask the angels for the basic necessities,” I answer easily, “They can do food, water, and clothing, no problem.”

“Great…” my party mate nods, and heads over to one of my idle minions… who ‘just’ uses a Miracle to add ‘Bountiful’ to the Demiplane, causing it to sprout a zillion fruit and nut bearing plants, plus streams of fresh water.

While Charles eats his fill, I sit down and think. Okay, so… I couldn't support the chain of Mythic powers while I was dead. Which also means the detective and his wife probably reverted. How would I check that… well, I have Wish… but I need to dump that temporarily. Hmm… eh one spell first isn't going to hurt…

I focus, duplicate Greater Scrying out of my domain Miracle, and SEE:

The detective, on a new bed, laying down, his barely-there baby feeders on display, his wife plunging her very active meat member deep inside her husband's baby bakery and mauling his chest as the extra-large milk makers I gave her rhythmically slap against her ribs and stomach, both participants very vocal about how much they love each other. Which of course, reminds me just how long it's been.

I was doing such a good job of not thinking about it, too.

Ah well… I snake my hand down to my exposed bakery and start rubbing, keeping it in sync with Mrs. Richard's thrusts, using my other hand to rub my milk makers, thoroughly enjoying the twin sensations of groping and being groped, my male mind liking exploring feminine anatomy, my feminine body enjoying the intrusion. The earthquake builds inside quickly, and all too soon I'm screaming out what I'm doing to anyone on the plane (which is quite small, but still).

I get off a few more times before the detective and his wife finish (and yes, she finishes inside), then I watch as she shoves a synthetic meat member up into his bakery, sealing it in with a pair of underwear stuffed with a rolled up sock, before curling her prehensile member and stuffing it into herself. Heh, she still hasn't figured that out?

“There we go… that should keep the little soldiers in there,” the wife smiles lovingly, a goofy grin on her husband's face.

I give them time to clean up and get dressed before channeling a specific spell through the scrying sensor: Message.

“Detective, is now a good time?” I whisper into his ear from another plane of existence.

“Yeah, sure… where have you been? I've been trying to call you.” he's still blessed out from the fun times with his wife… good.

“Yeah… the men in black took my phone and think I'm dead, I'd like to keep it that way,” I shrug, not that the video is two-way, or that I'd show up if it was, “and I've been out of it for some number of days… no idea how many. How long has it been since I gave you those gifts you're enjoying?”

“A week and a half,” he shrugs, “I've been getting it on twice a day with my wife… she really loves what you gave her.”

I rolled painfully high, then… so why did those stay while all the other spells and spell effects collapsed? He's not going to know, though, so I don't ask, “I'm glad you like ‘em.” I pause, “Ah… is now a good time to mention that suggesting your wife store her new junk in her old junk was kind of **** for her filling me up without a rubber?”

“So…” the detective thinks, “...you didn't put anything in to prevent her from getting herself in a family way?”

“Nope,” I confirm, “how often does she…”

“Every couple hours,” he takes a deep breath, “so we're both going to be carrying soon, if not already.”

“Probably,” I agree, “So she's not on the pill?”

“Notfor a long time, she didn't like the side effects, it's why we keep a supply of rubbers,” he purses his lips, “well… we were planning on one more child, two shouldn't be that much harder to manage.” Yeah, he's still on cloud nine.

“That's good to hear. Oh, and: Please keep this quiet,” I remind him, “I don't really want anyone knowing I'm alive.”

“Also, when did you get inside my house?” He frowns slightly.

“I'm not,” I answer mostly truthfully, “I'm talking to you using a communication spell. I'm nowhere near your place.”

“So you can talk to anyone, anywhere, at any time?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Kind of?” I consider, “How hard it is varies, and there's things that can stop it from working. Like, um… I've met you, and you're in a wooden house, so it's a fairly simple matter. If all I had was your name, it would be harder, if I had a picture it would be easier, if I had some nail clippings, it would be trivial, and so on.”

“The building matters?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well, like steel and concrete can interfere with cellular reception,” I shrug, “some things interfere with this spell.” Specifically lead, but I'm not dropping that… although apparently the BMM already knows, based on the van, “I do have one that's a bit more robust, but that's limited to twenty-five words, and this one is good enough for this.” Sending, specifically… although I should read up on Demand, as that's Sending with a little bonus mind control.

“Ah,” he considers, “so if I got you a hair from, say, a **** victim…”

“Then I could ask ‘em where they are,” and see the surrounding ten feet. “I need to pretend to be dead, though, and have some preparations that will keep me unavailable for the next two days. After that I can probably arrange something.”

“Okay,” he nods, “please let me know when you have time, I have a couple of cold case files you could maybe solve. In the meanwhile… I have some news on theMen In Black… or more accurately, the Bureau of Magical Management.”