"Miss Fallown has a book of monsters, so she isn't a push over. And her talk of souls is something of a divine nature. For as much a terror and human she seems, it is just a small wedge of the vast oddities." Approached a person in death's uniform. A human cult follower of the Grim order. Someone that handles tome shuffles as death reaper among mages. A god follower but not to the title. He is just a worker of duty. In some way, that is quite close to the true titles intent, "You could argue that you could call her Miss Seer too." the fella breaking some glass for them all, "An accidental daughter of enemies."
He faces her and studies a long time. He was at wonder what exactly to expect from approaching. She tilted in guess this guy wanted to hire for soul related issues. She soon swiftly makes plenty of path walking greetings and with easing to her rules and ended with the sigil prompt flashing a warning to the Grim. She waited calm in facing the gentleman. He sighed actually glad she neutral, someone of no sides. He knew what most of the guestures might mean and returned with his own versions. There an interesting gesture among his fluster of signing that caught her in deep thought. He ended with accepting the prompt of understanding the warning.
"There are many that know half of those gestures and I find myself facing a lot of new ones from you. But I will gladly understand your ties of the Abyss. That plenty of gods frown upon such darkness." He nods, "But you gestures something of Clothus laws. You do not harm or intent the imprisonment of souls unless a dire situation is called. Meaning you know how to soul bind beings. You know how to interact with other material souls." He smiles, "Miss trickster, aren't you made of dust?"
"How rude of a grim." She tuts, "Don't make it tempting to soul inspect you. But you understand correctly. My work as a dark merchant means I have encountered many types of souls. I have made many exchanges of divine breaking nature and still they were done to protect and save many others. My work extends past the knowledge that makes sense." She give the guy a study and with a last check, "For your information, I am returned from my origin and was put back together. I can still fragment as I wish but I am much more able to do things that no scythe could handle."
"huh, so you don't need a scythe to remove souls." he chuckles, "Yes, now it makes sense." he shook in hearing some god whispering at his ear and she turned looking at the god vessel directly, it stopped in being watched by her. She makes a study of it and it shuffled to the grime's other shoulder, "As expected from someone able to see." the Grim sighed, "We wish to all you grant into the Index for repairs. The contract will be the same as before. No messing with others games but your aide in putting souls back together when those games have ended."
He reached about and removed the tome of death records to her. She takes it with her left hand and sink the tome into her skin. It a rather painful looking thing, watching the leather adhere into her body. He backed off a bit. Plenty do, but Raven. He actually rushed at her back to support her from collapsing. She becomes dead weight, needing to be scooped in a princess hold and cradling close to him.
"You really know how to pick them." the grim order tuts, "Raven, that isn't a human soul anymore."
"I know that." Raven replied deeply from himself, "It doesn't change who she is and what she means to me." Raven finds himself a bit confused too. His human mind a little scrambled by his soul's confession.
"I agree my lord. What a odd pair." grim turned back to the other here, "Miss Trixie is a mimic human. There isn't a race or place in some single category to assume what she is. She is sometimes a creature of dreamworlds and other time she is shadow. She very much able to cause damage to your soul if she bothered to. Yet she so plainly human with her interactions. She is clothus by shape, but that is just as much a customed to folks like me as she a human to you. She hears and sees into souls. She isn't any goddess and yet she know plenty of divine things." The grim takes pause and then tilted being unsure, "I guess even angel's have fears. In any case, she something best not to ask unwanted wonderings with. Not unless you actual understand her in the first place. Her nonsense has power of its own."
With that all said, the leader of these local mage gathering makes her own thoughts. Making her own judgements about the sort of words that Eliza implied with helping someone that wasn't visible a moment ago. Hearing such personal details about the dead family and the sort of heed that a grime order gave about this girl. Heeding the mock girl with arms length will be for the best. Best to let this incident of being punched slide when this mock girl is the reason this team of high class field workers made it back from mission. So there isn't need to reward or punish the stranger. Plenty of the team are dismissed for recovery, Raven and Eliza included among. The corpse of the Duke taken to be properly analysed and to let things simmer. As more important moves by the other royal members is to be considered more important to attention.
"You are to give a written report in time." The lady wafted them away from her and has other priorities. Raven nods and carries Eliza through this version of the mage owned lands. Another hidden in plain sight mage settlement. This place of five floors but with rows of store fronts. There isn't anything abnormal or magic at display. No one openly magic uses. The ground floor is mundane stores from garden, household to several cosmetics and luxury bits. There isn't anything visible to scream about supernatural phenomenon. There isn't any displays of weapons and no one walks around with them on hip. No hunters of oath. No human gate chasers. It's a world occupied with its own problems, unaware of the world's beside it or of its system of afterlife. So many blind humans are bound so tight that there isn't any cases of spirit sight being common.
"This place isn't like our home." She noted barely with daze staring of the crowd and fortunes, "Not even the use of sigils craft would make such poeple aware." She referred to the fact sigils crystal slates is a tool among humans. The crystal is a solid mass and it's in the hands of these humans. Using it but not to the use of effective to mind blowing knowledge. It is the only out lie for the common sense among these humans.
"We have to protect the kids." He told her as it was his greatest choice. Being clear of the life lays ahead. She smirks of this being a typical Matthew thing. He always held Philip and Daniel like they are his own. He messes them as he did with his sister Pride.
"We best make sure the paperwork is untraceable." He frowns of her, "They will escape and come back when fate is ready for them. When mages are facing the next new era." She brushes his shoulder and into a tight warmth. She conveys her shared worry about the lads and the lives they face. She lowered in something else, "We have to be ready for the world crumble and face the world that Twilight and Sean had been looking for. When the world's balance back again, we can concern for who is ender then. This realm isn't stable." He hugs her close with that being a difficult thing. He takes them back to his private quarters. Its a recent move in for him. Barely personal and hardly any possessions at display. He lays her in the spare guest room, brushing her hair. Her body seems strange of wound appearing and disappearing. He frowns unsure what to do to help her.
She shows the tome pages glitches and the disaster around souls that is about to unfold. The reason why this ender likely forced them here for. Raven stares in how the tomes glitches, she does too. Her body scars and scabs in mirror of the conditions of the tome. He knows that the tome is a mirror of the reality and nature of magic causing phenomenon. To his awareness, this means something major is broken. Something that should not be tampered. He hold the tome with her, finding his body glitches too. He looses his human traits the longer in touch of the tome. Very soon he was questionable race of being as she was. But it's was only in touch of the tome. He let's the tome free ans his returned to human in this era. He gained something from this. Kissing her forehead in thanking her.
"Do not run away without me." He pleads. She smiles and tied each other with a vow. A short one with a ring of abnormal origins- this is enough to soul bound given that both sides mean it. This silver breached skin on them both. Embedded into the finger bone and he felt he can always find her. He can feel their soul linking. He smiles like a mad man but swiftly left her here. She knows his got a purpose in the depth of the Prince story. Looking out for what seems one their adopted kids. He left her to this guest bedroom, god seal over the door which she snorted about being uses against her. She however figured maybe it wasn't for her but against other mages that may try to break into his flat. Being connected to royalty has its faults.
She wafted sigil with a darknet prompt. To send favour to all darknet hunters available to erase the human track able traces of both Philip and Daniel until they come of age or become aware. To send abnormal damned to be caretakers. To erase traces if they leave any. To keep them safe by always sending warning and nightmares. To always make sure the courts of humans aren't going to accuse the boys of any unwanted crimes. Foil a few future murder plans that Marcus Darkwoods has up his sleeves. She truly messes the game for humans to muddle with each others.
The mage association have the worst time of chasing empty papers and glitching CCTV. Once she back to some human function, she be able to meddle a little easier then this. This is the best she can offer these lads to survive, the road ahead of them is rough and this place is going to break apart dividing them as different tomes.
When it comes time to trades as ender clients, she will be rewarded. Although she has lost a lot of inventory in the short trip across, many of what is the wards against the demons and angels that she dealt with; these remedies are useless in this lands. The most human way of sourcing the new demon wards would be to internet search or do some bible reading. The way she will likely is to ask or torment them directly. She start small with all the types of salt she can access and the play chemist for the other variations. She drifted into sleep, and walks into what fragments soul the prince and Daniel have.
To step into their dreams and oversee the fears they are threatened by. She can feel how very lonely Daniel is by the day, his world isolated by the years passing. She could only send some her creature to watch his back, but its not as helping at human company. While Philip is faced with having to break habits he learnt as a royal, being ostracized and bullied for being weird. Philip's dream is the haunting reminder that he was eye witness to his mother's death and the slaughter of his siblings. That a mimic of Marcus is always over his shoulder. But does he wake and understand these dreams? Likely not. She stares at the ceiling from the reflex of seeing people slaughtered, it bothers her as it would anyone. She sees reflections of her own families over lifetimes being just a cruel and hurt to the soul over it.
"What does he have to hide here?" she rolled her head to the side, seeing that a damned as made itself entry.
"Yo Marcus, what up man?" She cheers sarcastic from the bed. Barely able to sit up and holding her front per always, "Lord of lands clouded in your grace. The very slaves of gods and souls are very loud. You know they want to revolt right?" He glitches shape a few times and instead of clouding as a damned. He pulled material and clay shapes as a clothus. He hissed as a fool does, "Shut up before I break that." She hissed and he silenced. His plenty aware that her voice vibrates into his chest. She's not human and she means things. She not a blind one unlike others around him, "How's your souls dream of stealing your brother's wife going? You figured out which version your chasing?" He seems broken by such a question and reflected that maybe that there isn't blind people as he realized. He crawls into himself with muttering a bunch of things. She uses this moment to flick samples of anything she has from her inventory to use against him. A sort of wonder if her 'useless' herbs may actually work in some way. The result is that whatever the pure holy stuff (regardless of blessing or source) works the same on him as it would any damned. It peels skin on his back and arms, given his all turned away and rocking about mentally snapped. She makes some notes in her language with the darknet pane. She then stood and he freaks with seeing her. She yonds and stretched, scratching a scar. He sneers.
"You put yourself here, freak." She hissed back and he turned to leave. He stops short with an instant shock. He smirks and started a merchants greeting, "No soul trades but sure. I can repair souls if you have any." He curls his lip and offered something of a broken gemstone. She summons up the tomes and she located the names. She isn't a fool. This is a fragment of Philip. She thought about it and sort of knew what to do, "I can't graft this to you. But you want him functional." She breaks a not human smile and he shivered. He thinks about this deal and what she trying to not say. But he can't quiet get it, "You want to use his magic, right?" Marcus just stupidly nods at that being good enough to his purpose. She lifted a cursed chain made of Philips hate, she soon brought her claws and pin hooks Marcus soul with these chains. All the sudden Marcus is feeling the wait of sin and grievance. This locked Marcus from his Ender title functions from his soul origin (locking away his trump card of abilities he was using up to now). It weakens him but he will find a loop hole.
"You can use his magic now. You are bound to death do you part. It's the best I can give you." Marcus hisses and leaves. Stumbling about and tripping out the damned shadow doorway. She holds Philip's half, the weak spirit form has enough to touch for her, before he leaves, "You can choose to let go of this rage at anytime to release yourself from him. You can also just follow laws of vengeance, murder him with your human hands. The time limit is your human life." She warns and he moody snaps away from her, "You can make his life hell as a stuck ghost attachment in the meantime." She voiced and it made him pause before really leaving, "I have been screwing the paperwork. You want to help me scramble him?" he smiles, well a damned frowns but the point was made. He seems to love the idea of screwing Marcus about as a poltergeist. He was gone now, and she sighed.
"What have you done?" Huginn questioned her.
"Put a curse on Marucs Darkwoods. It was his own making anyway. He had even asked for it." the raven thinks this over deeply, "It give those lads a bit more time to get their sense together." The bird shot up a stare, "I am not a fool about when and where this tome is. This whole realm is about to shatter into five separate but mirroring tomes, the start of the multiverse highway. They lace thread and break but always flow intermittent. The actions of the magic race of humans will bring about the shape these tomes brace." Huginn sighed and nods that makes sense.
In sync both listened to the distant whimpers of the darkness. She already figured out the deal while Huginn took flight. She prepares herself for the breach of creatures that will soon flood and cause soul displacement but this really is only the exchange of tomes making their own soul density balances. For humans this is a fight with monsters, to books it's swapping words. She particularly is close watching where soul fragments of the key royals lead to which tome segments. Finding these part souls living different lives among the hidden and humans alike. She tighter her corest plate as the tome float encircling. Turning to shared pages and flustering back to other checks.
"Trixie!" She felt that in her and all the tomes slammed away hidden. She shadow snaps things faster onto herself and jumps at the frist available shadow. She walked the damned corridors and she steps with short swords blocking Ravenswood from harm. She did deep study the being while blocking this attack, sensing deep into the soul and it's journey. She throws back the agents, to back off.
"At ease." She sheathed the swords, "As compicated as things seem. This being has no harm to us." She steps between the human Raven and this Ravenswood, "This being has my trades approval to speak and make sanctioned product swaps. I would be rather disappointed if we must bother any courts about this." Gladly the these two trust her as a between, even if they dislike themselves and fear the others mess.
She snorts a little in how he glares at himself with such disturbed tension. She fusters a little composure and then began a long hand greeting and warning to these beings. This group of crossing clothus. She foot taps them the direction to find the likely gate they need to find. Plenty are glad she such an amazing translator and fluent speaker of their ways. They spoke of some passing rumours and things they crossed in the journey thus far.
"What do you want?" Ravenswood hissed in knowing she not someone that does free things.
"If it's you, which is for you." She smirks inhuman and true, "Spending time with me is what it is. I prefer tea. And at a time when convenient for us both." She eased, "I hope my cats don't driving you to crazy." This Ravenswood leans with long deep thoughts. He nods grateful for her directions and help. They all look at the time and began to leave at their own pace. Ravenswood being the last, a blue cloth in dim darkness and sliver lacing. A mask more basic then those around him. She checked the tomes transfers of that group, floating tomes cycling pages at its own will. She smiles glad it be fine and away the tomes, claws and a smooth of her face. She adjusted her jaw and leans with a playful smile to the human Raven. He really hated that clothus in particular, which she smirks more.
"How was that possible?" Huginn asked her in knowing about the same soul twice recorded.
"Because they came separate time spaces and wearing different skins. One is younger. The other is teenager." She attempts explaining it for the bird.
"One was the past." Muninn noted, "Would that happen to you too?" Asked her.
"My soul journey from then to now." She makes a sort of thinking about it and then shurgs, "Who keeps recording every dust fragment?" She twirls with making sure everyone who interact with the passing clothus has no lingering deals or soul loss. She steps silent and swiftly hand postures over each as if some assassin with throwing knifes. She makes circle back to being at Ravens side. She holds her front in crossed arms and leans with sharing his personal space.
She caught a glimpse of the current operations with students being taken from a school district. She can't help but sense tomes. This was a more peaceful way to transfere souls then previous ways, lost kids being rehoused and put to foster families. She able to scale the sheer looses as it was taken and brought three books over. All while human and alive. But then she sees the being who wrote these names, the way he over presses at the end of names. It's a little tell enough to know who and which ender. She sees the extra care he did for a particular group of outcast students, and guesses they meant something personal for that ender. She flickered a little sadness as she smells an old bad omen. One among isn't long to last. She doesn't interfere with this matter. Only that she can make the hospital parts smooth with experience. She tilted how clueless they all are of this little lady.
"It is always the pure ones." She tuts and Raven snaps at seeing her gaze at the group. Eliza gave Raven that telling stare and the soft sad tilt. He frowns at getting it. He wavered in wanting to say it and she shook.
"You shouldn't even know." She warns, "The fate threads here are dangerous. We just make things easier for them. You handle the lads with the trusted." She soft nods, "We as lady's with take care of ourselves." She tilts, "Think about it this way. Out all those students that came here. How did this group manage to keep their families here too? Everyone else will be foster." Raven nods and glares back to where last the clothus were, "They are heading to the Lake. They arent coming back this way." She play punch his arm, "They don't matter for the events about to happen." Raven looked confused and she leaves to make herself part of the private care.
"Excuse me Miss. Little Lady." Eliza attempts to make herself be there but there a time gap and disconnection. She is unreachable and ignored. But Eliza knows she will be always there for this lady soul, every treatment and every bathroom break. Eliza will shadow and be a private nurse in the shadows. Smooth the paperwork and background expenses.
"I am not trying to take her soul or harm her. If anything, I am just being a gaurdian and soul watcher." She declared to who stopped her in this time distortion. She faces the Ender in question, "She doesn't have a lot of time but I will promise that in that time will be smoother if I am playing a hand in threads." The ender doubted it but then sees the tomes reactions with Eliza. He takes a while and soon he allows it. The girl is separated from the lads by natural chance. Eliza nods grateful and does exactly as she can.