With a crystal technology made laptop, he sits at her side. Going through the new rules of being a mage and the life this world is experiencing. With a little bit of the bent turth she learned from the tell no lies spell in the ambulance. To her slow chugging data update with the foundational super computer matrix this crystal technology uses. She grappled the bare minimum sense needed to act more naturally and common sense alert of things.
This world is experiencing gates, the oath hunters of sigil making human access guilds and plenty of bending the rules that is the result of some clothus somewhere screwing up natural order. Mages have became one of several that came forwards to fight mutants and the monsters. Funny, because those monsters are humans of the gate world looking for a cure from the inflicted DNA scrambling.
Raven was right. The gate world is the distorted broken laws of their origin soul world. They both came from there, however its also not their world. That tome is empty. Blank pages. So there has to be a formatting of souls still present when there isnt to keep the tome book stable. But there isnt inked spots or any sign of the typical laws.
As much as she has figured out, Ravens soul became processed of the laws here and among the mages as the king supervisor man. Or trainee to being a mage servant. Given the among of learning his doing right now, on top of god follower side jobs. Equally it appears that there is awareness of Undertaker, angels and demons; so much that they are granting powers to humanity to close the gates. The gods are no where to be seen. Their second bodies, vessels or avatars, are active but lack the godhood abilities of empowerment. Its making her leery of factors.
"Being a Fallown is actually considered more dangerous then the enslaving name off tome as a Seer bloodline?" She learns with the laws of undertakers (which has never changed since crossing over) and the way this crystal connected to local general wide access of afterlife Internet. Open record access means she peered into the court things and her fence creatures gave her mask a gallery seat. For or if she noses at all the big law changed ones. She was able to shadow exchange with all her creatures. There is some peace from the majority due to her directly commanding and feeding them.
She was a little stunned but also could forseen it; the death title has contracts across the sigil platform against all Tricksters but still has trust in the Nocturm itself. There seems a overturn of many meddling and murky deaths to soon across cursed bloods of Fallown and Seer. The law about what a child does being what will determined them as condemned or not has enacted this land. Many never making it past 20; being given until 20 to determine this conditional free will. Death will take his due price, even if it means cheating the Fallown family back with their own promises. A taste of what they did to him.
"You understand why I have been so leery of you being away from me? Your not 20." She stares into Ravens gaze. Matching eye to eye, "I dont want to have you taken from me." She tilts thinking and soon snorted.
She does softly try to solve his problems mentally and still she grasps not a problem. The issue is whom is crown and whom is host of Nocturm. It should both be herself. She is both. This universe isnt ready for that. But her system, her historical data (glitched as it maybe) and her unfiltered access 'IDENTIFICATION'.
"I am your wife, so I doubt there are any problems." She gave a lazed stretch of nonchalant reach, puts her whole left hand into the system of the laptop itself. It shoots through her veins and a crystal exchange improving her right eye of crystal. In being physical connected into the system, her formats of many identities rolled in uniform. Her marked inventory by use of abyss and shadows becomes open business. So when he forces her arm out, the surface stitched and closed on the laptop while her arm glossed and seals on surface.
She was mentally and physically checked out. Laying on him as she was spirit sorting herself together. Mail send by God eaters and abyss servants. She has access with Helix foundation and her domain. Finding spicy personal information that marks why Fallown was law breakers.
They abused the trust of gods and has been the direct slaying hands of life's sister. They slaughtered deaths wife. They had cheated and broken death. The only person death hasnt felt rage with was Leana. The one whom made it her power to try to prevent this happening. The tea set. That helped the lovely wife evade total erasure from existence. By some abyss mysterious ways, that tea set protected souls and evaded being tome removed.
"Leana!" Held tightly as he watched her skin rippling acting strange. She becomes impossibly thin on all her limbs and looses that much more of her humanity. He hugs her, rocking afraid of loosing her between his hands. Warm wet tears over her.
She wakes up in total darkness around. Being enclosed and covered. Bound even. Yet as she was becoming alert, as did the materials or rather the being stuck on her like glue. She barley glimpse the vague blue pane of sigil asking a prompt identification and occupation. The materials on her dismissed the pane instantly. Her mind seems to grasp it all. She can tell with her hollowed lacking body and her soul translation. She has grasped the clues that Arthur was being vague about to Raven over. She knew when drinking her cocktail and the nonalcoholic beverage. There wasn't any point of denied act or self doubt. No need to be a monster that everyone else assumes.
"At least I am not starving or hungry. I would be worried otherwise." She spoke in her natural voice and in whatever came natural worded. She sounded ageless and lacking any emotional energy. She puts her left hand at her lips, she is indeed faceless. Maskless. But thats seems how it should be. So she leans into the materials she clothed in with the next thoughts, "I wonder what exactly you figure my status being."
"Go back to sleep." Felt on her is a petting notions and a sort of attempt of bewitched power. She probes him a little with checking. The sleeping ender title of Ravens half soul. She gets comfortable. Knowing him with trust. A soft sighed of releif and sense of happiness by him.
"And she will be awake about now." Raven huffed, "Sleep well?" She takes a while to adjusted to how her soul travels between her two known bodies. She racked her brain a bit with some common sense. She attempted to sat up without help, holding her nose ridge as it does sting a lot around her eyes. She is flopped laying in being helded into embrace. Subconsciously she couldn't help but then completely tear off her sight bindings. As it was these flimsy materials making it the problem. Her clasp of spell craft and god materials jolted fear beside her, not Ravens at least.
"One of those isn't working for me." She handled it over into solid material and gave them to Raven. He takes them with being froze up a while. Holding these unknown materials from thin air. She wipes her eyes again. The last unpleasant feeling was off her.
"Did you sort your placement of your soul or something?" Arthur asked carefully and has her human entry open.
"More like I am putting my soul to follow your laws. Putting importance on ensuring I am meeting all the properties needed to allow what I am. Making sure I am better translated with laws in bending my soul languages to coexistence. Putting my soul to format." She softly smiles while Arthur frowns in having headache about it, "Basically I am making sure I am human enough to stay human. Making my qualities make sense." Arthur stares more lost, "I shifted my soul from the abyss page to the human life I am. For now, as required of me. I am more person then spirit. Being four different people as one soul is hard to maintain. So I made it make sense." And with that being clasped enough, "Its nice to have all these senses again and allowed to breath."
She focused with this fact of being alive. Being real. This was Raven private bedroom. On his bed, Raven laying at her side and Arthur seated at their side on the mattress. She felt a little sleepy and was almost back in drifting in Raven big bear hug. He still holding the strange unknown materials with cautiousness. Soon tied it along her right arm, it became corded and soon many charms of promises.
Deaths order. Her crown of Nightmares. The court eaters. Other eaters of her care or that own her. The tome.
Each a silver charm reminder. There is entire bracelet lacing empty partner rings, versions of undertaker vow rings that he had over her. Some were hidden other tome wedding rings of that versions human living land. The cord of rings was made with such complexity of a fate threading, clothus binding and a clear enslavement of Ender cursing.
She wiggles fingers when he finished the the last tie. She finds the thread bothering her, the death curse. But she left it alone because its a tie from her freind death. It can be emergency energy if the need arises.
"Why are you smiling?" Raven asked and she shows him, "thats the death curse because you're Fallown."
"Its nice of my pen pal to even consider me." She grins about it being like some prized valuable, "Although not as devoted as you are." She has him feel the ring covered cord, "Exactly as expected from a Raven." He sits up in looking deeply in the cord and all the hanging bits. Feels the threads. He noticed particular that there some of Omens powers about it too. But not a protection or a safe thing. Rather its a tracker and ready to release casting of something he doesnt recognise. Nothing as powerful as he can muster.
"What are we doing today anyway? Or you using me to avoid class work?" Arthur smirks on how she caught on and Raven sighes at knowing the mountain he will return working on.
"We are going to do a bunch of ready research into unlondon." Arthur side wags hand in trying to not act like he is excited about it; clearly never been to London - let alone the creepy side of it, "After you finished the application of colour church exam." He frowns at how drawn that application is. Not always a guarantee either.
"You mean the one where you get a little wax ribbon of approval?" He nodded certain, then slows with being confused on how she knew instantly, slowing to a point of thrown and she removed hers from storage, "and given I am damned. I made a pact of truce with the society." Taking a black version of the same ribbon, "And with undertakers and death order about." She pats about herself in putting away ribbon and took out a very official dagger, "Proof of right to carry out work of tome and soul duty." She puts the dagger away, "Poor bones doesnt know how to reply to me. He keeps staring lost at the message carrier I had sent. His not even sure about why I find his curse a gift. Returning the favour with a replacement tea cup." She smiles at whatever situation that is.
Her hand flats with a page fragment visible - checking who was her message carrier is, snorted how ironically its a title of death from another tome. Raven leans looking at this too and closed her hand.
"I guess most of those under my care has managed to make the passage because of me." She half hazardly throws a pane of crystal to float up, "Right, trip to London. Cheapest and the most sensible of a human method going. Coach?" She points at the pane. It search and shows results, "Seriously? The Darkwood put a notice for that?" She sat up and claws the very font off the crystal pane, it turned into a guild paper request. She pats herself, removed her monarchy stamp and a rejection stamp too. She puts the font back into the pane. Arthur leans shocked and Raven shakes.
"You didnt even read it."
"When the literally stamped with the assassin's guild prompt, I dont bother allowing it. Not on listed members of my watch. If someone on my watch list is to die, its my business."
"So you can reject the god of death?" Arthur asked slowly, posing hand together.
"Well actually, I make good with him ahead of when it is. We come to any arrangements if its sooner or later." She tilts deeply, "Oh, I do have that to seek strange lake gate. And that port between her domain to that lake was dangerous. That gate crossing of the solid souls was where she went. Given she was on my watch list, I will have the pin point for where her soul went. Give death the good sort of odd news." She lifted her arms with tattoo soul mark checking. With deep shadow inspection and some soul checking. She indeed located deaths wife in her new soul format and her tome soul name location.
"Who were you checking in for?" Raven asked concerned.
"Deaths wife. She's had a second true death. She left this system and soul cycle." Leana softly voices, "But it doesnt mean I would loose her tracing. She was on my watch list, meaning. I know what happened next." She tries to get up again, peeling his hand off that kept her there, "Look stalker husband, I have to pee." He glares, "A monarch sends her proxy to do the paperwork. So we have more time to set up for London."
She goes into the private attached bathroom. She studies everything while doing what is needed. Its what she expected of such a well groomed man. Someone with vintage shaving taste. Organised by the tape measure. Size ordered bottles. Loo roll folded.
Somewhat enough peace for business. She was unreactive when finished washing her hands. The full body mirror on the back of the bathroom door isnt natural. The one used for his shaving above the sink is a normal one, not even double glass trick. The bathroom door isnt natural. Its not a human double glass trick. That reflection is straight to the undertakers realm where the coffin the ender title - they shared is sleeping.
When she looks at that, its a gate. She steps right to leave this bathroom when the coffin opens, the mask slips the partly open. That side of her is a little cold by its allowance of light. A shadow limb pulls that world and forced over to this side, dropped the stack of mail on her. She softly nods to it. It nods back and back to the coffin. Her spirit snugging back sleeping. She softly and quietly exits the toilet.
"The sorting box of papers beside the bathroom makes sense." She softly closing the bathroom door. She stands picking through, matching stamps across his boxes and her own mail among it.
She finds some of her missing old mail around here. She takes it back and reads through it too. Giving some answers to what she feels missed out. Court days gone. Courts of spirit. The failed to summon her dead spirit to a forced attendance court, her creatures represented her then. Morpheus mostly. Ragnar the judgemental glare on back up. Looks like the important court had... interesting choose. I bet that every creature attended for meat. That was the court that had me sacrifice with a sword down my front and off a cliff. So really dead is assumed.
She finds an interesting letter from deaths wife before that ladies passing. She reads that... dont let her husband chase her to the grave. Dont let him follow to second death. Dont bring her back. Its worth sending new mail if she feels the same about it now she was soul altered to the new formula soul shape.
Her brother sent mail updating her about the families and movements. Until a point, it matched to a court date. He assumed she was broken, blind and to live out a normal life. A court mandate about her sight being locked away. So when I start mail up as Nocturm - his in for a shock.
Mail after a time turn back. Something of a god court has altered history. Arthur's tome came aligned by this. And so a new repeat set of mail: brothers worries, lady deaths last request (this second version is more inclined of getting Leana to bring that soul back here) and the unchanged outcome of courts. Four merchant sale corpse requests. A private invite for the new Nocturm black market location and its accessible. She isnt of age to be sent to be cliff jumped with a sword through her. The mandatory summons passed with refusing to mess with the abyss.
"Leana how much would it cost for use to travel using god eaters." She shakes on hearing that with sitting to the bed, reading through mail from death, he finally replied to her. She thinks deeply of what they think the answer will be. Scanning Arthur and Raven carefully, "One of your creatures is a nightmare under a nickname of Poacher." She sighed thats their misunderstanding. She back to reading with less worry. She does flatly check into the tomes.
Just so the real poacher isnt taken under this game. She finds a whole race named that. A sort of society of meat eaters that hunt on sigil, dreams and eclipses. Her pets among. Souls she met before as ex-humans. Well be damned, shroud of twilight is a poaching crimson soul among the death oath here. Well crap, it makes Nocturm among the awaken and alive. My kingdom will have a real human world connection. Where? Not connected to human memories. It be somewhere in my slave lives. Agh, the clothis fighting pit. America, Northern Carolina.
In hindsight, explains why I go to the dream cult of Fallown. When I have to handle something myself, they take advantage of my human senses and have me silver sword gutted off a cliff. It also is where their danger to the gods and mages comes from. Being able to farm or collect my god eaters trash.
"She has been staring into the tome a long time." She softly closes the book, and finds it opened by its will. Showing her something. She gave it attention. The local land gaurd showing her a list of high profile beings using her Nocturm. The tome closes and hidden. It was telling that soild stone souls are sharing that eclipse zone, so its accessible to Clothus. Her soul history is catching up.
"Northern Carolina of smoke mountains isnt anywhere close to the UK. So I dont think we can bother that place to help us with London. I dont think sending them to Unlondon is wise ethier. London has to many factors that slaughter them." She tilts to herself, "But there is a nice store for kit we should go to." She pointed to the crystal pane still taking notes for her, "The Alley Acrane is active, right?" It was added into the plans for London. This input also made a whole city tour go aligned. As they been talking of the museums and culture stops.
"Why is a shadow demonlord shop anything important to us?" Raven asked.
"He has spare time gears that are unique to any broken god clocks. He has many spare tools, kit and weaponry craft from divine world (from Omens and other god domains). He has made stunning spell cloth and off realms materials. There are a few Tome ink ingredients for sale." She paused and smiles in recalling from her soul, "Has a gate across in emergency. An old friend among the Nocturm. " Raven blinked a few times at this while Arthur backed off as the crystal melted and oozed out of human existence. She wafted all the remains of the broken pane to her storage, likely added to a barrier to become black spell craft sand or unique sand use for tome repairs.
"When did you know about my hobby of repairing clocks?" Raven asks.
"When one of those broken time peices was looping time in the Dragonfly monarchy, sending poor Greyhound get caught up in it too." She crossed arms and he shakes not remembering that. Looks to Arthur that also shook with open hands, "Also, your asking someone that is sensitive to time distortion being caught in a distorted space by a broken god pocket watch." She studies him and he shurgs at getting that.
"What counts as a time distortion to you?" Arthur wanting to learn and she gives her concerns that. She thinks over the answer too, as she hasnt quite worked out what the difference of time experiencing for a human then it is for spirit people. And the strange that clothus are either rule. Some god eaters. Dream walkers. Heck herself is slipped in strange a lot.
I can understand his paranoid worry of me disappearing without a trace any moment. Especially around mage settles with many gate, bypasses and crossing eclipses woven onto human world lands. Back rooms is most definitely the most likely to make me disappear reason. The lost waving men are a between or something too.
"Some answers are best left unknown. The best educational guess would be it depends on you of your perception and the senses you use to understand these differences." She softly nods, "The speed of light is a good measure. Light is often a wave pattern that travels straight. It depends on if you can or have the abilities to see the way light works. Dodging bullets is snails pace in comparing when evading gods. Evading the gaze of gods is one the hardest things to do."
"Why do you sound like that was from some experience?" She shakes of that and with a flowing motion, pulled the crystal laptop (seems to gained some upgrades) and presents it to them.
"So tickets for the coach was booked for next week, lasting 2 weeks. Hotel and breakfast is covered. We arrive four days before the mission, to get our tourist on. Check out the tower of London and the hidden history of London. No need for a human tour guide, I got myself a hire with an old timer." She elbows Raven, "You would totally got a good chat with this guy. He was around when you were in the plague." Raven frowns slightly offended.
"He doesnt remember his life in London."
"More that he blocks it on purpose. That life didnt end so sweetly. It was why he became an undertaker." She shurgs and he bumps her arm back for that, "Its nothing embarrassing." She tuts, "Anyways, I know you need college approval to have sectioned culture trips which was the excuse I used to extend the time. It also be nice of a bit of grace after sorting Unlondon issues. Even if its just one night of sleep before the coach pick up." She poked the screen, "Managed a good with some passes and entry into private or veiw to pay places. There is this one freak that has painting issues that I will need to contact while in London. His going to let his assistant give an amazing tour of his back room arts in the national gallery." Raven makes the same concerned face as she did.
"Does this art dealer have a cute pet name?" Arthur asked.
"I dont know. I could ask his owner." She tilts thinking, "Everything is loosely planned, plenty of room to relax if we finish unlondon quickly. Total demolition sounds a more sensible answer. This world isnt in post apocalypse of 153 years after nuclear blast." Arthur pointed at the laptop, "Like the updates?"
"The prompt." She turned it back and then smiles.
"Helix! Your looking fine spec. How is having a soul treating you? Feeling emotional yet?" The little figure in the screen scuffed shy of her words and then shook.
"Dont uploaded anything of the other connections outside this place. Not even the eclipse zone. Most importantly, do not stir the sheep in the flick of clothus." Pointed at her and she huffed.
"But the meat." She sighed sad, "ugh, sure old pal. I will not harm them intentionally. The issue is if they want business with Nocturm, that is with me. I am the owner of Nocturm." Helix is froze and glitched a while. But smoothed eventually, scratching head of its little bit character on the screen. Soon crossed arms with being stuck in his own troubles, "Besides, I am going over the stone mages side for a check up of a lost soul. A very certain set of gods disappeared that way, I have to see what ate them and claw them back out of any stomaches." Helix glitched colours and bows, "I have a human life at the moment, I am going to enjoy it." It lowered and then left the screen.
"Stone mages?"
"Don't try to bother, Arthur. They cant see your world or understand. They can't interact. They can not fathom the complexity. Nor can you. You just happen to be eclipsed pages. I suspect I know at least four beings for why this is." The blades of death, deaths wife is recently considered, Twilight and her partner - likely James Craft with his clock in my domain.