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Promethei knew where his Code piece was.

There was only one place it could reasonably be, anyway. Where would have him in another life put the mysterious Code piece? Probably in his office. That was where he put a lot of things on campus these days he didn't want anyone to ******** with. It was a place he could keep secured, locked, and he trusted the people who were let into his office knew better than to try to ******** with it. After all, besides for him, the only people with free access to his office on campus were the cleaning crew, Diryas, and Tobias.

He imagined it would have been roughly the same in a prior life. Just any cleaning crews and whoever had actually been important to him.

...The main issue was the fact that he was dealing with the Code only because he had to. The amount that the Code kept grating him with its continued self-importance made him inclined to just tell it to figure it out, he would be fine.

Two problems with that: one, he would have liked his magic to stabilize, and two, he didn't want to lose what magic he had in this ******** up world.

So, he figured he would get it out of the way when he and his husbands discussed what they needed to do as quickly as possible. Honestly, Amoris could have just gotten his out of the way first considering he had just placed his code piece himself in the present life a few weeks prior, but it didn't take much guessing to head to his equivalent to a dean's office.

... A dean's office that looked like a storm had ripped through ********, the hell happened here?" Promethei's brows knit. "Looks like a g-ddamn tornado decided to strike on ******** Mercury." The rest of the campus had looked, well, unhappy, but it was a thousand-year-old neglected campus. While he had seen it look a bit less worse for wear, it wasn't exactly unexpected. This office was something else.

"Can tell the piece is in this bullshit somewhere, though."

They would probably need to get some of this s**t out of the way. Papers, mostly, but there were diplomas, ancient technology including technology that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie, a chair or two, a large wooden bookcase that was now blocking a separate door...

Promethei's irritation ticked to a soft smile when he watched Amoris spin around. "Yeah, the moon is all elegance and s**t. Mercury seems to be an icy futuristic... Something. More tech here than on the moon for sure."

At least, so far as he had seen ...

He had to agree with Emain Ablach, though. If only they could be so lucky that the item Amoris plucked up could just clean everything up. Did he have a sci-fi roomba somewhere in this office? While he idly looked for that, he noticed that Imhotep went ahead of all three of them and headed to a .. bookcase.

Hm.

Promethei walked over to join Imhotep, testing the weight of the bookcase himself. Felt like solid wood, or whatever passed for wood in this tundra of a planet. "Heavy." Honestly, for the husbands, he was used to doing the heavy lifting. But this was very heavy... "Anyone up for team lifting this?"

"Not bolted," confirmed Promethei, idly, as his husbands debated the right move from there. "Just a bit heavy for a solo lift."

It was nice, admittedly, to be able to listen to his husbands discuss and debate what the right move was. Don't sprain their backs, team lift this, make sure Imhotep didn't end up squashed-- easy. In theory. Promethei rolled his neck in an echo of Emain Ablach, shaking out his arms as he switched to the opposite side of him.

"Alright, ready."

It was indeed a heavy thing, a heavy thing in front of a dented door with the heaviest push of magic so far as Promethei could tell. Something was echoing inside of him, anyway, as they got the bookcase out of the way.

Now what, though?

To Emain Ablach, Promethei shrugged, following behind him as well. It amused him to be the one going last to this considering this was his wonder, but it sounded like Imhotep had quickly found the source the stronger magical push from the bookcase-hidden, very clean room.

Well-kept, and very clean, except that there were things he could tell that were supposed to be on the walls that weren't. The cush chair that looked like it belonged to someone trying to relax to the maximum extent had its pillows strewn all over the place. Was one of those the back cushion?

Promethei lightly frowned at that. He didn't want to have to straighten that out later. He had other priorities, right?

"Guess I would've put something I assume people weren't supposed to see behind a dense wall of books no one would be interested in." He pinched the bridge of his nose. It felt weird to think like that, considering there had been no point in hiding Amoris', but there were also no longer any people out in space. Besides for those aliens, he guessed.

Promethei walked over to Imhotep to retrieve the glowing ball of light from the supposed god. "So I'm supposed to resonate with this?"

Right.

"Y'all want to get comfortable? This might be a minute."

Promethei couldn't help the small jealous feeling that cropped up, mostly because he would much rather be snuggling in for a nap than trying to figure out how to resonate. He had never really been a meditation guy. Psychological first aid wasn't a priority when he was younger in the way it was now. Not like he got a mindfulness merit badge, and it wasn't like any of his other upbringings had encouraged it beyond the expected to get through events like his mitzvah--

... That had been useful for the memorization he had needed to get through his degrees, admittedly.

"There might be dead bodies." Promethei shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at the cuddle pile the other three were creating behind him. "Hard to say. Not like I have any idea of how the prior life ended, just that it did at some ******** point."

Clearly.

Campus was huge, anyway. He hadn't seen all of it yet, which did track with how absolutely massive all of his campuses had ever been. There was a reason for his chronic lateness in undergrad--

He was delaying.

Promethei sighed, turning his gaze to the probably impatient ball of light. Fine. Whatever. He'd reach out to it and see if he couldn't help work to correct whatever had it so off-balance he couldn't even properly protect those who mattered to him at the moment. Melting round dented ball of goop his weapon currently looked like his a**.

It left him sitting there for an awkwardly long amount of time as the parts of him that found this incredibly silly and the parts of him that wanted everything to be back to normal warred internally.

Eventually, something clicked into place.



There had always been many elements of Promethei University, and the majority of those were on the campus itself. The last of them, though, always had him wandering to the perimeter. It wasn't because the Facility of Medicine had not been part of Promethei, necessarily, but it was its own long-storied place that existed independently of the university as well. If Promethei University were to for some reason go under tomorrow, the medical facility would still exist.

The vice versa was true, but he would prefer not to think of either aspect.

"Bekou!" called Promethei into the medical campus, starting his stroll to where he knew Imhotep would have himself isolated while he waited. "Walk with me?"

Bekou's lips twitched in the barest of senses, a snowy white brow lifting.

"Certainly."

They walked. As they did, Promethei's eyes were on almost everything but the smaller man next to him. It felt good to see how well their campus was thriving. He could see students of all backgrounds milling about, and he could see, at a further distance, the patients the medical students were there for. It was those that he ended up centering on.

"You accepting the new med students well?"

"They are having adjustment pains, as typical of new residents, but nothing unexpected."

"Good, good," they kept walking. "They like the cutting-edge tech?"

"As developed by your students?"

"Naturally."

Bekou rolled purple eyes, but the tilt of his lips showed nothing dismissive. "Yes, Felix. They are adjusting. Did you expect less of the Imhotep Hospital?"

"Well, no." Promethei's chuckle was airy. "Just like checking in, making the recent transfers-in are doing okay."

"You do this daily."

"... Yes."

"Felix," Bekou offered a single huff of a chuckle, "is there something you wanted of me?"

"Your love and affection?"

Bekou rolled his eyes, but Promethei tilted his head up by the chin and kissed him anyway.



"Huh."

He glanced over his shoulder as he came out of that, wondering if his husbands happened to see that just as much as he did. It was directly relevant to one of them, at least.

Promethei found himself beaming at Amoris. "Suppose it was."

In all the times he had been there-- which admittedly, hadn't been many-- he had never heard a name for himself, nor had he seen much other than standard University Activities™. Well, he had the answer for a few of those, now. He was Felix.

And the man who was staring up at him with mischief was apparently Bekou, who loved him.

"Seems that I was," Promethei owned that with a confident smirk as he looked down at Imhotep. "And it seems like you've fallen for this twice now."

At least. How many times had they looped like this?

... Huh.