"Code Silver." The EMT closing the ambulance doors. Plenty speaking to folks with black fine suits with strange glasses. No sunglasses. The driver changed person and the guy that was measuring her is replaced by a green toght outfitted person. A prompt of sigil shows a oath hunters ranking and human mage status. A healer loved by protecting gods.
"The cult darkness made its move to mass kill the student body of normal people. Busted by science brats." A mage in shadow talks to another. She heard they spoke a different language but she heard it fluent and fine. Her shadow side spies around and hide back close to herself. She lays staring a ambulance ceiling, swimming a ton of things. The healer soon made a long twisted of words, sprinkles dust over her and then hands at her chest.
Particularly her lungs. She feels the damage reversing or that she being altered to accept this posioning. She isn't in pain and there isn't any sparkles about it. She draws a setting breath as the hands are taken away. She is just swimming from the painkillers sedation. Among the mages are undertakers body sharing, speaking hunters ranking matters and the details about the sort called cult. A small set are stood right next to the van and being loud about it. But the words they saying are lies. She can hear from further shadow this was a way of making sure she isn't a shadow cult member. If she suddenly knows the things they are speaking about, inspite of not being directly there. It wasnt loud conversation for her to hear as a normal human. But given she more then a shadow and hears better then a human damned, she knew to be more careful interacting with all these mages and undertakers behind the eyes of those mages.
"Miss Fallown, where is your family?" She barely can focus to the healer and she can't use her shadow storage to withdraw the paperwork. That be outing herself as someone with poor intent. She stuck at wanting to be nice to them but without being treated as some cultist that she isn't. She just finds the words instead, proving harder. She actively using common English instead of slipping language to a mage one, "Take your time."
The long duration of letting her come to her will. She finds she can't speak at all. She stares more confused. She looked around about the air and the dreams creatures. She looked at the mage properly in seeing his not gifted sight, just holy healing hands. She trying to speak what she wants but she sees a holy cast is put on her. She can't lie without breaking rules. She frowns in attempts a few times and just sank in herself. It also dawned on her that she could even lie when she didnt know it was a lie. She shouldn't know her mom is dead, she actively wanted say that her mom was a blinked one. But then again, she know the tome and she spoke the spirit before her mom left. Yet equally she also tries to say she was an undertaker reborn, to her knowledge that was truth and has sigil prompt to prove those undertaker achievements. But she couldn't say it, it was a lie here. Her head was swimming. Why was that a lie?
"Did something happen to someone close to you?" The mage seems actually concerned that his spell isn't working the way he thought. It crossed his mind that she could be countered cursed to not speak unless it means death. She turned away with being listless and annoyed of the holy casting. It is starting to hurt her. There is one thing she knows without lie.
"My mom has died." She barely breaks a wheeze and at least it has lighted the pressure of divine energy. She closed up from that and the mage guesses that the girl was just facing grief.
He leaves her alone in the van, closing the back door softly. She stares forwards and nothing else. She can tell the god vessel whom this green guy believes in stuck around to watch over her. She stays in silence of her own thoughts, using the spell to figure out things. She can't lie, so she pushing what words are true. She watched a prompt of sigil glitch ahead of her as her mind is pushing the divine limits. The god vessel watching this stares bewildered of what potential things she trying to mentally understand. She sees sudden prompt of laws for many courts across many afterlife lands and that the darknet prompts company it with its sarcastic measures. She closed her eyes with the divine spell breaking off her. The prompts all closed too.
"Rule one. Never leave someone to brood alone in their darkest time." Van door slamming so hard from being opened at force. She jolted a little freaked out from the unexpected, "Rule 2 is checking their levels. Be it how cursed or holy. Be it how much capacity and how strong the mental willpower is. Going right through to rule three. Do not assume." The young man is the same age maybe older. He has a rainbow bird on his shoulder and he seems very enthusiastic with his deep explanation in mage language to a fellow mage of the same generational age. That kid was slightly younger and has a damned mask. There a bend of magic flow around both but more around the damned kid. Also... the bird kid has not filter. His eyes are as open as she is. It made her self conscious of her spirit appearance. So shy in fact, she was red of embarrassment as both sides. She frowns unsure as they sit themselves at her side.
"Miss Fallown?" The bird guy grasping English a moment with a few tries of her name. She softly smiles in the awkwardness.
"Thats my family name. You are?" She asked boldly back. She waited for him to take a second to understand and he seems smug in having her attention. It more often that people are afraid of the younger kids aura or that feeling numbness washed them once in contact of such folks. The young kid sensing off damned intuition looked around the van shadows and is seeking where she has a mask at.
"You can call me Raven. This guy with me is Arthur." Posed about the boy as the kid back to watching the interaction, "Do you know where you are and what happened?"
In the time she closed her eyes from the prompts and breaking the turth spells limits. They have carted her from her house to this hospital looking ward. She knows it meant a ambulance van, she could of swear she just seen him throwing the van door open a second ago. Whatever maybe, there a few other beds of sleeping people, but she seems the most urgent case. The only one awake here in this ward of patients. She takes in the energy of the room and waves of threads fate grows. She must have been at a haze for a little bit as she thinks deeply. Almost gasped into another long deep pause. She also considered that these two lads just used a very complicated complex mage to teleport her from ambulance to ward. There way the weave of magic was now under spun from locked net would suggest this.
"You have a mask too." Arthur speaking up.
"Oh, well. Not the same." She blinks away her sight of strange to refocus of this conversation and summons this mask he looked for to her hand. She offered it to them, "Dont poke my eyes." She uses her left hand on passing it over and Raven takes hold of it. He inspected what seems just a inverted damned colouring mask. He brushed her cheek softly, of the mask face. He was gentle, understanding she can feel him touch her face this way.
"You're much older." Arthur figures and she frowns in not having a good answer to correct him. As she stressed of how to answer, her human nose scrunched which caused a painted stress lines on the mask. Almost slight squirm and flinch too as Raven brushed her under lip line. She had the mask eye him strangely and he snorts a little turned away. The rainbow bird wing flips the back of his followers head for being awkward.
"We are different. You have shadows. My other self is not shadow. But we are both humans. We are both just people." Her use of time to break the god divine turth spell has come handy, "You are protected by Erebus, a god of shadows. I suspect that you are from a long family of them. You have contorl over yourself that newbies dont and your alive." She softly takes back her mask from Raven as it was a bit to much of him mushing her face features to be straight face. She would prefer to be a little more seriously taken even if there isnt hope of her a stranger being able to advice them, "We dont want to talk about this. Shadows have rules to follow, especially in front of a god follower." She sighed of releif to hang her mask to her head side and attempt a proper introduction, "My name is Leana Fallown. I am from two sided families of abnormalities." She turned quiet and self reflected once more. She realized they might not bother her after this meeting and she also worried her name used against her. She wants to trust this much as a test.
"Have we met?" Raven wavered in being confused himself. He felt the soul root of a bond lost to time space. Lost from traveling boundaries. She doubts he will hold this connection of them close. She considers plenty about how Omens uses him.
"Might have, maybe not." She can only smile to herself in what does she know. Its all history and stuff of the dust. From her dreamworlds books to the entire Nocturm system of the darknet. She's pieced enough parts to know and can only wait to see how omens and fate play their parts. She can't hope things goes the same way always.
"She has the only known gold phoenix feather of this universe. She has to know you." Omens coos with thinking she wouldn't understand or see him, "Only those of time rifts obtain them." He scratched his talons to the bottom of the beak. Mocking a human like thinking emotion. If he was more bird, it be head tilting and listless staring.
"If your not a damned, then are you a clothus cursed or a reptile cursed." Aurthur is trying to figure her out. She started a half hearted laugh at the suggestions and only deepened into a deep sorrowful back tone in her tears. She had to turn away to wipe those tears carefully from them and straighten back to a normal.
"The way you are cursed, to be what you are. That is completely different then what I am handling. There a very big gap between you and me. It would be wise not to try to understand this." She tilts softly in having some sobbering thoughts and she looked at Arthur with a very straight serious deeper look, "You belong here, a part to play. Because you are cursed, you are that more important to the grander image of what could be. Your actions have weight and stakes. You have sway over so much that you can't even comperhend." She looked deeply in his eyes to see past just a little kid, "It not just because your a mage royal. There so much more then magic and not able magic folks. Not that you heard that from me." She turned away, "Your presence changes the very wave pattern of energy in the whole building. Even the top floor people are alert of you being here." He backed off from her.
"We did talk about concealing energy. This is why and thank my lord omens that this is a nice lady. Not trying to use you and actually spoke honest to your face. You dont get a lot of folks who dare to." Raven tuts in with mage talk. Having to put aside she knew things she shouldn't in order to teach his royal friend about how the world works.
"Depends on the mage laws. I have yet to even read them." She sighed in declaring a sort of way of why she was acting out, "Maybe they are afraid of persecution and lie in order to be law following." Arthur thinks on that insight and it seems to strike a personal way. Raven waved at getting her attention.
"Can we make some trades?" He asked.
"Your being to vague. That's very dangerous. Especially for a follower of Omens." She frowns softly for his concern then her own, "I do not trade souls, no names and no bindings. I will however provide most soul support services. If you in the know, then you know how to ask." It is amusing to see both him and Omens all pouty and suddenly on edge, "When you keep a book of names, the formality of exchanges becomes difficult. My life is hell sometimes. I ponder why my past life sins had such krama."
"And not what those sins were?" Omens picked from her words. She had to look away and to almost draw back to reacting. She had to mental map how she thinks this conversation is going.
"Can we get back to all this another time?" Arthur asked.
"There hasn't been anything worth a trade of exchange. There has been on trades to wary any regrets, sins or debts. You are welcome to exchange next time." She breaks over Raven, "There isn't anything worth while. I wouldn't impose any burdens that are of my control. I can't help the burdens that became in having g you take me in. I need time for myself to concern what will happen to me." She looked at the room in general, "Its a lot to accept. From magic, deaths of people at my college, the murder at my home and the fire they used to cover it all up. It was already enough to be mindful of the tome I carry and all the freaks. Even gods I had to hide from." She draws to a knit in her throat, "I mustn't complain about it." She once again has to turn away to wipe her tears from them, "You have things to do. Please come back when I am little better." Raven seems deeply sad, more then that. He figured she just being polite with talking to them at all. Even if she seems hurt by all these life's complications.
"Over tea." He forced a handkerchief with his godly followers mark. It has his personal initials too. He forced Arthur away to leave her. Through the door of this ward. She grasps the handkerchief tightly in appreciated this basic human backwards mage gesture. Yet she unsure this was just because his a god follower or a hook to sucker for something. Maybe it was the gold feather of a pheonix as Omens said. He likely was about to ask for it. She can justify that it misunderstood intentions, no romance about it. She not sure with him. She folded it and neatly and uses what has been carefully. Collecting her tears as a spell component. Aware it has her blood and DNA about it. They definitely took her blood and prints by now. Not aware of the trouble her scent brings.
She left to this ward, stares to the others sleeping here. She softly sits up and recognizes her own class. Several of the reported dead students from the English class. There even the sceince technician that called in the issue to the so called detective after she said something. She forced herself up, uses the IV stand attached in her arm as a standing aid. She wobbles up at the end of beds. Medical boards. She reads each one. She circled back to her own bed. Everyone was same enough, terms she never used or seen. Half the report is mage and the other half is English. She can read both sides fine. Everyone else is converting into a mage, they have approval for outside citizens and they all have sponsors. Noble mage families took their pick.
So her file. No sponsor. Abnormalities they are finding. Blood tests coming back wrong, thanks tome. She then was seeing she has a third page, the church of mages has taken. The form has a holy capacity test. Raven has marked her highly while Arthur held a reserved note but agrees she got high potential. She puts the board back and sits at her bed. She looked back at the room of fellow college acquaintances, a slight hint of pity for what is about to come for them.
"I have the perfect meddling for this." She smiles to herself and then frowns, "Well actually, does it matter?" She stares at the way fate threads itself around each of these lives. She happened to stare right into the hidden curtain creatures that indicate life's tribute. She walked another go around the room.
"I am not going to care if this breaks the rules or not." She heard hissed, "I dont care if they can't even sense me." She tilted at shock of such a statement and looks around sort of just waiting for someone to appear. She finds it isn't here but rather that her soul name attached to a tome entry is where these voices came from. She huffed in being really nosy about who and what that was about. She can't go herself. But she can send her mask. That's dangerous for her but its worth it. Besides, she in this hospital with nothing better to do. Back to her bed and sleep. Her dream side captures into her spirit body. She uses the open tome, and ghost stares.
"You very sure that this girl with no talent is worth it?" She right then took note of why her entry is open. This cult rob among the church seats was using this as some examples of abyss creatures that pretend. She leans about reading all this paper work they left about. And thus far, not a single one of these poeple has seen or questioned her presence since manifesting out the tome. She hears a lot of flung things from the smart grade her fellow class mates have and that they are useful. So many of them refuse to sponsor her. Many faiths dont even want her as a ritual sacrifice. The only few who are interested are so due to having encountered past dealings with the Fallowns of this world. There is plenty of trace clues that the gang of red hand has place here. There is the Seers being a true demon blood cult and the fear among people that she could be a Seer in disguise.
"Her blood tests failed several times. It took someone smart to separate the density of the fluids in her bloodstream to finally test her blood. The only time we encounter strange blood test is with Seer." The paper was lifted, "This girl is confirmed Seer. However!" Silencing the grumble of the room, "She is half Fallown. She is either really talented if hiding her abilities or that she is incapable of any manifestation."
They all argue to the point past shades of red. Even more so in knowing she a blood of both problem cultist. In fact she learns that her mother's mother is a abyss cult. That cult is on purpose trying to make proof of mages, demons and gods appear before normal blind poeple. Making things difficult. Really the few reasons why there been less dealing of the fallowns is because of Seer. Then there black sheep that made themselves red hands. They were prompt quickly as a case of hiring strong ability users of the fallown bloodline that isn't abyss culture. But really in the end of this meeting, none of the big colouring based goddess followers are taking the risk.
"She has tome access." The death follower sighed finally with input. The frist time and likely the only time he dares to, "She has the same ability as a grim reaper. She might as well be a grim reaper but without my lord's approval. Her hand work of repairing the tome and her unique penmanship confirms it. Death hasn't interest to take her in but would prefer this girl to be taken in with someone that knows how dangerous tomes are. He is willing to intervene directly, not that he can collect her soul." That made plenty feel a shift of greed, a sacrifice that can't have soul removed, "The girl is tainted by something beyond deaths understanding. He goes as far as worry that if she was to die. Just what eldritch horror will manifest from her corpse to seek revenge. Putting it bluntly, dont sacrifice her. She will come back to pay that debt." That doesn't turn away those interested in chaotic spice.
"As a side note, word from the mask ones came about some extra details. If the manifesting of Ender wasn't unprecedented news. Then the fact there another feared being that even the Ender is having to smooth deals with. Negotiation between the Ender and this unknown factor is making big impacts on gods. A whole new market of new beings has came out. Rifts of time from the magic based terrorist campaigns as made a consequence that can't be undone." Everyone listened and soon glooms of this long silence. Some muttering but no takers.
"So you wouldn't object if I took her under my care?" The room slides slowly and tilts down the way to someone that doesn't even have status at this table to be allowed any weight of argument, "I have this feeling. I can't ignore that I feel my life depends on it." They frown a long length. Some snickered and other openly mock him trying to be a man. The sick bug of love has taken strike. They wouldn't stop until omens manifested as a Raven. Hissing loudly over these humans.
"He said you are idiots to take her at face value. There is a darkness deeper then any we known. There something far beyond just humans at stake and you dismiss a lady older then time itself." He takes pause and looked confused, "That doesn't make sense, lord." Even so Omens coos and snaps at his follower. Coos again, "She plays you for the ignorance you made for yourselves. No wonder she pretends not to have abilities when they be wasted on you selfish gods." He had to pause and omens really hissed. Raven cleared his throat a little, "I dont want to repeat that." He was bute again, "Do not let something of the abyss play you for a fool. Especially a Trickster so well versed that she out played her entire circle of close family away from her." Raven huffed, "His really angry. I had to say the cleaner version of his words. To call her a monster seems a bit far but then again... I know his trying to warn you. Warn you of mistreatment will impact beyond repair. There be no turning back to repair breaking our relationship to the sway of her influence. Her specialty with soulless and broken souls is not to be scoffed. Not to be dismissed." Omens nods approving this rant of his follower.
"Then take her under your care. But we arent going to spend a penny. No share of this church will..." the lead was paused by deaths posture.
"Death is willing to pay the bare minimum and to make other soul repair exchanges. He will like to set up a contract or a private hire for such tome services. He agrees that Omens suits to handle the Abyss soul inside a human body." That stunned plenty people of what the world has come to if Death is willing to hire a nobody girl for jobs. But not to take her as a death god follower.
"Since we are on topic of asking the creepy girl for service. She has ties to the dreamland." Speaking an old golden gowned oracle, "Purchase of her summoning ashes, sand and crystal orbs will be funded by me. I would like time to speak of haggling the purchase price down." The lady pointed at Raven, "You are the only reason she stays here. Don't make it hurt her. I do not mean Omens. You." He frowns of the odd warning for him. Wondering what future lead to such freaky words. It may have been a vote against a majority. Preferring that she dies for them.