The association among mages in this version of the universe couldn't thrive any better then her past history of other guilds. Clothus, humans that have physical stone souls, and the sigil public she handled since the time she was learning the afterlife beside Curiosity; side by side in parties and adventure gangs. Hunting the creeps made of broken worlds and the adapted souls like the god eaters. All are adventures on the quest to detail discovery laws of the broken worlds or protection of the lands they knew.
By the ink of her hands, soon new gates and crowns of kingdoms breeze this lands. Undertakers integration has set in. From her tome came the phoenix kingdoms reach into these lands that lacked undertakers. With all the access to what undertakers produce; like demon wards, passage offerings, angelic oath medallions and protection amulets. A whole market of goods produced by undertakers has came aide these lands. Marcus may rule as the one and only God of this universe. But the people under him are unique souls whom thrive in these cruel death trap worlds. Self perpetual made as there a whole system that causes these monsters to be the people themselves in soul transformation states. She's the only ranker whom knows this and sits aside amused of what these folks make for themselves.
Just as the flow sets for the evening hunters scouts, her prompts of her oath system awakened. Her back data of several lifetimes spring and her merchant license came back. Her lost inventory came back, all thanks to her team of eaters whom exist in her command. Her back history as a veteran undertaker came online next; prompts her completed quests and accomplished kingdom merits as part of her public display. And has as a last chug; her crest of the cat shaped god eater kingdom system as a monarchy came alive. In being her own crown creature and the host monarch of the crown; a whole personalized window screens of grants and hires became. She has minimal acknowledgement here but this worlds for her favour.
"I wish to file a request." Someone blind and unable to sense her abnormalities. Maybe they do and assume she was normal around here. To be fair my ranks allow me to work behind this desk, its no issue for me to just act as a normal desk guild staff member even if his clueless that I wasn't. It was this spark that her Nocturm system came alive, from the world she fleed from the dead city guild status sparked connection and those lives being a paper desk courts chaser came to her members list. There is a migration of background data being pulled deeper as the dark net AI began simplifying her windows and screens.
Her mark as penheart is her current identification on display. Her fake damned shape worn as Penheart was all this man sees. A black cloth and a white clay featureless face. She pulls her clouded mimic shadow hands into appearance, a pen at ready to write the data. The man unfazed of her abnormalities began to speak of what he claims to be new forests in the local human world; shivering as an aspen leaf while detailing that it is full of clothus murders and some unknown eaters. Speaking of clothus mimics, animalistic beings of no observational data or page data in the databases. She indeed did attempt to data check from her personal history. Sparks nothing.
She files this quest like the old days and he leaves taking a finders reward of damned coins. They look back at her in fear of hope she's not one them of the forest. The group blend in among this hunter with shivers, caught up with the party and asking them about the strangers of the guild counters. She watched her filing paper turn into ink hawks. One slams onto the upper rankers request notice board with a loud enough thud, it gathered a stir of conversation to all present.
Once she is alone, she takes abilities of her shape-shifting. Altering between her dream versions of herself, her abyss walking shape and the several costumes kits she was of other identities. She alters in a set ordering of states of being; mirroring to when she was each of these versions of herself. Almost ending to a blind normal human but it goes one further. She can change her age, at stages of life or death. Soon it went to far and she was able to retain into an immortal godly humanoid form. She suspects this is her monarch form, as its not visible to hardly anyone. She shifted back to an adult woman, appearing as her human blend in the mages company. She chopstick ornaments in her long half brown and half white hair and sets her damned mask to the side of her head.
"Leana!" She drifted her gaze up and soon a soft smile, "Is that really you?" She studies his off steps of avoiding energy and the sheer shock of his company being just as shock to see him react so out of the blue, "It is you." The counter between them was the only distance. He almost climbs over it to try hugging her. He pushed away a raven message passer to take her hands for himself. Feeling she has warmth and her way of breathing.
"That isn't a human." A rainbow feathered bird steps itself on the desk between them. But it only serves to make both her and this fella split apart with light hearted laughter. As it was inviting to hear a god never change his assumptions.
"Oh Omens. You never change." She snorts and is the first to settle. She pets the god vessel, inspecting all his beautiful colours and with love she heals this vessel with divine energy she gathered over time. She play pinched his beak. She soon smiles warm with meeting back to her man. She is even happy that his wearing their vow. His has most definitely notice her hands and that her ring has stayed all this time. Loose as it may and several hung barely together along a cord necklace at her neck.
"You disappeared on me." He spoke sad. Grapples a hand of hers with trying to ensure that she's here to stay at his side.
"Well I am a creature of the veils. I am always hidden just barely beyond the senses." She spoke and realized that wasn't human tongue. She posed her free hand as he looked confused. She clears her voice. She gives a nervous smile for knowing he didn't know what she said and that could set things for him to be awkward with her. She not sure what level of Matthew she has to interact with this time. Be it undertaker serious, possessive owner or ghost arm length. She doesn't mind but it's nice to figure it out.
"The merchant!" A restarted revamped version of Philip, but still the same boy soul inside, sounded glad to see her. Making a poor attempt of hand signing a passive enough greeting. Matthew slips hands to attempt to stop the prince making worse for them. She smiles as does as the merchant, blank plain smile. Matthew dose stop Philip on the next part. Like those gestures were forbidden. She lightly chuckled as she finished those gestures more consistent and set. Matthew looked in horror at both sides.
"You know my ways. You know my rules." She speaks soft, "I don't not exchange souls, names or enslave. We don't shake with small stuff. If it is a tome or soul repairs then I will work what I am given. Soothed the best the soul speaks to me." She then pat the desk at her front, "Including dream services and rare ranking requests. As an ex-cog oath and guild owner; sending entire leagues of beings to realm clean is pricey but available." She postures open palms, "What can I do for you visitors?" Striking a snap by Omens, she easily caught and beak closed, "Easy there bird brains. You are protect by visiting laws. Marcus wouldn't dare while your in my company." She smiles like that's normal and the group look about each other.
"She's not human." Another voiced in repeating the feel of others.
"I need a cure for god eaters poisoning. I had even the original dagger." Philip ignores them for the sake of knowing she has a cure. He softly removes the cloth cover dagger to the desk at her front, she gives it a long stare and sniff the attached fate signatures, seeking who life was cut short by it. She rolls her left wrist at length on trying to figure out words. She sinks her hand through shadow and out with drip testing reactions of liquids. Figuring if this was curse, hell, purgatory or heaven based eater. She does however find it off tinting. And least her to pick it up. She inspected the shape. She knew then what and why.
"Now depending on who is wounded by it. This dagger isn't actually going to harm a human with poisoning. Sure you be stabbed but not poisoned per say. Maybe blood poisoning if the attacker doesn't clean his blade." She nods softly, "But if you are a cursed type. Your spirit body will be wounded, you will need to take an antidote and you will be experiencing soul hearing side affects." He takes back the dagger with a frown, "Lords forbid if a real god was stabbed. That will be a matter of sanity for the poor souls."
"Well it was me. I was stabbed." Daniel steps up, the two lads look identical. Hoodie street style and yet. It terms of fate, Philip will rule his island version as a spirit. Philip death is a price paid with not moves to change unless he breaks the foundational concept laws and altter his worlds accordingly. Meanwhile Daniel as a mock will be a living person. His fate bound to the hidden royal siblings, rasing them as his own children and making them take the throne when of age. The dreamers attached to them and the threads and sins. She can't help a longer stare of comparing the two. Deeply at the way they mimic expressing discomfort of her.
"Both of you." She nods softly with plenty of studying on these spare parts, "well that works in your favour. Death may chase you both always but he will not be about to take your souls. I don't think the arrangements will be for me or him to change. Your souls linked to the tomes are unique and thus altering them back to cure your will damage will be hurting areas already damaged in the tomes. I am not saying live with it or that there no hope." She fluster her hand at finding a word and accidentally shuffled her right hand.
At doing any fluster with a few fingers made a huge fabric canvas tear at her side, she very swiftly had to sew this damage and quicker before the gods caught wind of such. She sighed lengthy once the repair was done. Shrinking her size back to human and mock being exhausted across the desk. She pouts with staring at Omens for it and he hissed at her. She smiles nervously of that.
"Right, well in the mean time. You are going through a clothus alteration. Your shadow side will slowly become a physical fabric sense. You will know the difference between gloom and yourselves and the shadows of others." She softly teaching them and avoided Omens growing angry stare, "Your aren't going to have the problems that I do. But in time you will find something to satisfy an abnormal taste. Most times it is cocktails with ingredients found among sigil or gods. It can be a list of posions found among the human world. It will be uniquely how you are. You may even find that your taste as a damned is altered instead of the human ones." She makes a paranoid check of the repairs and a soft tilts to checking for other god vessels. She tilts to Omens while his all fluster and hissing at the huge scar of fabric visible space time. She pulls an adjustment and the scar is gone. Omens hissed at her now.
"What is it really that were changed taste for? It's clearly not the substances we see but rather something else."
"Your to smart for your own good." She pouts, "That just makes you more cursed." She tuts, "Fine." She thinks deeply and softly with setting bottles along her front. She postures for them to inspect them, "They are all holy water." The two lads barely touch but knew the nesh differences. While Matthew couldn't tell anything but it's was divine water. He was more thorough about smelling or looking at each bottle.
"Different gods. Different sources of origin." Daniel figures.
"Correct and more exactly different religions. These three are three versions of Christianity. This one is the Islam. This one is Hinduism. Each very special waters uses to ward off many evils. Each respected by their worshipped ones and aided by the gods that provide that mircale." She took out a new one. They looked at each other with frowns as this bottle looks like it had purple liquid.
"Wait... that's from a different tome." Philip stepping up to touch it and knew it was safe, "This is just holy water."
"But due to the laws, it is not. It may still be holy water but it doesn't belong here. The gods of this divine energy isn't here. But it still wards evil and had a follow of humans." She takes it back, "You have to find something like this example to stave off the feelings. It doesn't matter the substances or even the origin. You will still harm yourselves if your ingesting harmful to human things. So please don't do that." She glares to Philip in that particular information. He frowns at her with being caught handed. A huff and head pat. She puts away all the worries, "As since it's because I care for you lot. It's nothing of any exchanges thus far. Talk is just talk." She stands plenty with being presentable and human appearance. She makes a blank stare to approach of folks to interrupt this groups activities.
"Identification!" Local humans enforced rules to follow.
"You are breaking my peace." She informs them, "You are to low a ranking to enforce such things of me and my clients." The mage care not for such thing and assuming from a high rankers notice board posting. She was likely a monster in mock disguise. The cursed few here use Matthew as a sheild from the divine blessings. While she returns the blessing back at those speaking them. Matching word to word of they're attempt to banish her from this level of world. The lacks of cursed damned that possesses those human agents are removed as a result and the group helps those shells passed out from being freed. Matthew being the brave man to first aid over the agents. A different set of folks soon draw out and carry away the unconscious ones stretchers. Not bothering the original intention the two approaches for.
"We don't have a lot of time being here. Leana." Matthew back at taking her hand and scoops Omens up too, "You dont belong in this crowd. You are meant to be for somewhere beside me." Locking fingers, "Follow with me." She stares into Matthew deeply and senses that strange off tone. His been this way before, but as of its the wrong him. She knows it's his soul and his history aligned. But then there something else in also more possibilities of his body being shared or doubled. It's that part she doesn't trust. She tilts with checking Omens. That vessel is even more empty and worse. She frowns deeply and looked to each of the lads. Souls are right. History. No extras yet.
"You sense it too." Philip nods, "Something took parts."
She changes expression for only a fraction of a second but then back to a mock calm. She meets Matthew gaze and does hard to try to feel what is missing. Seeking the erased traits. She managed to corrupt her own senses into aspects over Matthew. Her shadow at play of his storages and undertaker aspects. Right with that she knew. And felt the left behind scaring. His undertaker side. It was soulless. That part of his soul and it's journey gone. It explains the rings not being of oath and the soul damages. His part soulless. Became a puppet of soulless origins. She stares with deep understanding of who this man is and why his clinging. When his soulless, he grasps for the little comfort of reassurance that she held of him. This wasn't a bad thing at all. Yet now it poses, where did the undertaker parts divide itself to. It can work independently from his current other self. It's an abnormal status to be under and suits the god of Omens to choose a dangerous follower. A man who walks head frist into a fire and confidently believes he will live is exactly what Omens seeks in folks.
"Well I guess I just fight over you." She play taps his arm and waved into the monarchy system. She enforced her mark over him, as a resident of her domain. She then has access to the undertakers nicknames and is able to pull up any current nicknames and duty status. It's without shock that she finds all the previous kingdoms she in alliance of. In fact, the sheer rudeness of enforcing her marks on him has lead to some pause of squabble among the kingdoms suddenly. The crown of crowns sent its message. She smiles warmly once more with lowering down the visible of the screen accesses. She softly lifted Omens and placed him to Matthew's shoulder.
"What did you do and how?" Omens having plenty of senses that tells him of she just did something massive behind the scenes, "In fact, you just pardoned him from several executions."
"Oh? So that means you knew where his undertaker side went." She glares at omen and he flustered, "well it's whatever. As long as his all parts safe. I have yet to break that promise and have yet to fail." She eased, "At least your trying to look after him then leave him to suffer. Attempt as it may to make it more awkward, the presence is felt." She relaxed. Hops up and crossed over the counter. She makes three loud slap to the desk and new guild staff took over gaurding this spot. She makes a few hand signs of the command. They now to her and she aligned her identity to the new assignment. She marked in as hosting request.
"Your not human."
"Yes, I do believe have we been through this." They looked at each other, "What is a human is anyway? Have you ever thought of that?" The group looked together with frowns. They looked to Matthew for comfort, who soon proves that she's staying with regardless of what she is. Hooking an arm around her waist line and enforced that that she mirrors his walk. His the one guiding more.
"Can we each have one your tonics?" Philp tries to ask following them and the team shuffles with.
"Well I want my normal standard trades." She replies serious with half tilt to Philp to indicate her conversation to the kid.
"There a place we are going full of monsters." Matthew makes her focus forwards with avoiding something. She was rag doll pulled to match a sway.
"Careful what you assume." She tuts and held strong the dance form this walk has become. They approached to a grey stone with a sheen that didn't belong with this tome's law. It glows with a pulsing black light while being thick solid mass. Matthew uses his right hand to draw a chalk door that became solid wood materials. He faithfully drags both himself and her through quickly. His party sighed, they dislike this travel but his the one contorls this travel.
The frist thing that cling to her wasn't the sight but caught smell of this area. Nearly vomited from the pungent tones. She barley as a moment to see the sigil warning which made her work out what happened here. She stares of the marbel floors and the traces of what was.
"Them parasites thrive to perfectly here." She managed to hold back, "This is why clothus are such a hassle. If not their nature but the friends it brings with."
They all align gaurding each back as a welcome crew of parasite infested corpses come for new meat. She was shoved to the middle for protection as if she wasn't suited to fight them. She shrugs at the team for not letting her and as they fought, she distracted by the realm itself. From the torn canvases, the chalk clay piles and the blood art marking this fallen monarchy.
This is a fallen undertaker crest. This realm is a corpse of what was the highest to the alliance but this crown seemingly disappeared off books without contact to the alliance a whole ago. Long before the collapse of Unicorns, spiders and birds. The corpses they are fighting are the very message carriers sent to ask this kingdom for aide. Human flesh with undertakers inside; the undertakers are broken soulless shell corpses itself being minupulated by the worm larva inside them. The child state of these parasites. Omens caught her sight as he was gutting things and not eating it. Knowing he be infected by them. He willingly flew up and parked on her shoulders for a break. Exhausted as everyone else is.
"Pardon me." She shouted to the group and adjusted her throat. She soon makes a irritating feeling, so low a pitch that no humans are hearing it but feeling the side affect. The whole world is squeaking back in terror, all these larva raving in the trapped bodies. She cuts to a new tone and the larva flee without the corpse sheilds they wear. Bursting and dropping like flies. They leaked as puddles that wabble upset. She makes a one last adjustment and the puddles turned colours to visible for the group. Crawling to safety, pouring these larva to the canvas ways. Sheltering from her. She has a last tone and the canvases torn themselves from the inside. Clearly the larva broken those doorways to prevent her following. She stops these tones and the group collapse in a ring around her feet. Tired from the fight or affected by the sounds. Omens rolls to Matthew's shoulder. Cooing sad.
"How did you train your soul voice?" Daniel asked and she studies him deeply. She sees his not able to take an explanation well. She instead steps over them and leaveing the circle. She starts corpse care. Pick pocketing the dead, tome cross checking and the standard care she does for all a corpse. Cremation and then sending the ashes with such methods of sigil or candles. She was collecting a bunch of handy parts. No souls here. She leans over a face she vaguely knew with pondering this fact. She torn her skins into a tome and began skimming about for any death god tracing or ender works. She instead found her old hand. Before she knew better, back in the days the tome teaching human her how things worked. It's not all her fault. This is a result of a trainee assuming human rules for not humans. She knows now. The tome refused to correct her nor did Matthew who slept in her storage. Or maybe he was gone by then, this looks like the era of when she was clothus enslaved. The margin has pleads for help.