#stardust;;

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                                                 |STARDUST|

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[ Nix exhales and steels himself. He’d dropped Promise off at Un’s place- he doesn’t know how long he’ll be away, and he’d rather the boy be somewhere he knows is safe while he’s gone.

He approaches the voidspace; it’s just as intimidating as he remembers. A manor inlaid into the side of a natural mountain- with a fake galaxy made of the mans magic spinning high overhead.

He always was one for flair. 

He climbs the stairs to the manor, standing in front of it and raising a hand to the door and knocking. Once, twice, three- the door opens.

The man stands in the door frame, staring with pure disdain down at the smaller fragment. ]

§ ... Nix. Well isn’t this just great.

§ What do you want?

[ Nix gulps, shrinking away at Regulus’ tone of voice- this is going to be an interesting day. ]

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[ * Old Nix has obtained Nix’s phone, texting those in a chat to figure out what’s happening.

Some of the friends that were “resurrected” have left their tubes as well- The biggest, after receiving instructions from young Nix, picks up Nix’s unconcious body.

They leave the lab, trudging out in the void and heading to @flapsinhands‘s Voidspace.

The dust in the lab settles. ]

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[ It’s morning. Nix fell asleep sometime over the night- progress is being made. Another version of Nix- younger, is forming in the tube. ]

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[ Nix frowns. Dust. Great. He grabs his phone from his pockets and types a bit- then puts it away, standing up. ]

* I guess I’ll be back, then.

§ Oh?

* Don’t wait up for me. Start loading up those saves.

[ Hm. Regulus raises an eyebrow- curious. He’s wondering how Nix plans to get the dust, but doesn’t get a chance to ask before there’s a loud pop. Nix has left. 

He heads down to his lab, a plan formulating in his mind. He’ll load those saves, alright. ]

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The Operation

[ Nix heads down the stairs of his voidspace, into his basement lab;

Younger Nix is already there waiting- Nix let him stay in a spare bedroom in the basement, so getting here wasn't exactly difficult. He’d texted him earlier today, and asked him to meet him there- with his soul deteriorating at such a rapid pace, they can’t afford to wait on this any longer.

Nix looks to the younger version of himself- who seems.. nervous.  If this goes wrong, it'll effect him, too. But at least he's guaranteed to live if it fails. For the older version, not so much. ]

* … Let’s get started. There’s no use in waiting, right?

^ .. Right.

[ There's a table set up in the normally barren center of the lab- wires are spread across the floor and attached to several machines on top of it.

Honestly, the lab's a bit of a mess- normally it's well kempt, but Nix has been running calculations and working himself down to the bone down here.

He moves to the table- and the younger version of himself does, too. They've already discussed what's going to happen, and wordlessly begin to work. The younger version of himself may be young, but he's still incredibly capable as a doctor, much like Nix himself.

They both bring their souls out- and set them against the cold table.

Nix's soul is visually smaller than his younger versions- and a much more vibrant shade of purple.

They both grab wires from an IV-like machine, a bright purple liquid inside of it. They'll need it to stabilize their souls during this.

The two Nix's connect the wires- ending in needles, to their individual souls. The younger Nix doesn't seem to be effected, but our Nix very visibly winces. ]

[ The older Egg lets out a shaky sigh- and lets go of the wire, inside his soul. He leans over the table, staring tiredly down at the wire. Nerves are... slightly getting to him. His hands shake.

... Younger Nix watches the older. He doesn't envy him... he reaches over and sets his hand on his shoulder. Reassuring.

He glances up at the younger one, who’s now looking at his older self in concern. ]

* ... I'm okay. I'm- fine. Let’s continue.

[ The younger version of himself nods, albeit a bit nervously. They start to work again. Nix hands a scalpel to the younger version of him. ]

* My hands aren't quite steady. You'll have to do the cutting-

^... Alright. Are you ready?

* As ready as I'll ever be.

[ ... From the other machine, Nix grabs a set of wires, that each have clamps at the end of them. He clasps the negative edge onto both of the souls, and waits for the younger version of himself to give him the go-ahead-

... He snaps the positive on.

The other machine is sending electrical shocks through their souls- probably not an incredibly high voltage, but it's high enough.

Nix practically collapses onto the table.  The younger version of himself, unconcerned by this, begins to work- the electricity has a noticeable effect on their souls. It's causing the bright purple to become separated from the white, making a clear line between human and monster soul.

He grabs a thick glass container and moves it over, opening something on top- it's filled with liquid perseverance.

He takes the scalpel and begins to cut, working on older Nix's soul first. He takes a sharp intake of breath as cuts are made, slicing the human half- the Saevis half- of his soul away. The pain's likely incredible.

Younger Nix fairly roughly grabs the pulsing bright magenta soul- which is already trying to reconnect itself to Nix's- and shoves it into the container. A bead of sweat drips off of his brow.

He works on his own soul now- less painful for him, if only because he has so much more of his soul left in comparison to Nix himself. He repeats the process, shoving the other half of Saevis into the container. He closes off of the lid on the glass container, keeping Saevis away.

... Two halves of souls are left on the table. Our Nix is... sobbing from the pain. He seems about to faint... that can't be good.

... Younger Nix isn't doing so hot either, now. His form is beginning to destabilize from the lack of soul- one of his fingers is already starting to dust. He has to work fast.

He reaches down and removes the electric conductors from their souls- slowing the process- and quickly presses their souls together. He's breathing heavily, focused- not looking up from the table. He grabs a syringe- they'll need a quick burst of PERSEVERANCE, now.

He fills the syringe from the container, and injects the liquid into the souls. The souls are melding together... he smiles. That's a good sign.

Young Nix makes his way over, to the other side of the table, brushing by the other. He sets his hand on Nix’s own, who’s now blacked out against the table.

His hand begins to melt and meld with Nix’s- he’s… getting absorbed by the other fragment, essentially.

Eventually, he’s fully melted away and absorbed,

Nix’s form doesn’t change much at all- though he does regain some life to his figure, where he'd begun to pale due to the deterioration.

His soul lies on the table- repaired, and for once, a monsters soul and not a humans. The wire relaying perseverance remains in it for now. It will keep injecting PERSEVERANCE until Nix removes it.

Nix lays against the table, waking up soon after… he seems tired, and relieved. It was a success. ]

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[ Some time has passed- and the reincarnated group have since settled down. Nix has re-awoken, and is trying to get passed the weirdness of talking to a past version of yourself. He’s brought his double back to his home, and down into his lab- the house is quiet, as Promise is staying with his other Dad until this all blows over. He pulls up two seats and lets other Nix sit in it. They start with a quiet discussion, but.. Nix decides there will be an easier way to share everything that’s happened.  He grabs his journal, pushing it across the desk to past Nix. He opens it to the page after the point in time where past Nix is from, and he sets to reading. ]