The sand and chip of material are grit over the floor in company of hacking and hammering. The rhythmically patterned pitches and echoed humming. So many encircled with watching the whole event and making rude remarks. It was white noise for her, she was focused at the task that nothing would taken her from the trance state.
"What is this material?" Jackal making talk to the guy that paying this commission.
"The core stone that came from a slain god eater. This particular god eater only devours angels. It's holy heavenly realm substance. Death scythes shatter on contact and there isn't any temperature that makes it change state." The guy explained, "The god eater ate the army it took to slain it."
"Cicero only plays died for a week." She voiced part of this conversation, having mindlessly picked up her brother's questions, "It will be back to licking the water source during the four moon peak." She takes pause of standing back. She has the coal stick and a tape measure with repairing the density balances.
"You have a cute nickname for the god eater that eats angels?" Jackal needing to know.
"I have a lot of without names too." She lowering back to tapping out some excessive material, "There plenty of without owners or pets." She is back to prolong focus of carving.
The overall sounds meant nothing as she was disconnected with the surroundings. She was softly in delicate crystalize pattern with how sudden someone had her across the floor. The part shattered between her fingers. She lays stunned at the ruined remains of this flower carving.
"With the power of divine judgement, I declare these unworthy dolls to be." This human was punched in the gut in retaliation. Eliza is who fell to the floor as uses shadow in thoughtless rage for her return. She smoothly got off the floor and has her full undertaker make a second punch, this time it was a blow to the face. Her feelings are written over her, seething more then this curled brut sobbing the floor with a busted jaw.
"Fragile soul of divine enlightened status. You are no different to all the sinners of hell." She had snapped from its insisted annoyance. Standing over them, as they choked for air on their knees. One hand cradles the jaw. She still holding the broken off part of carving she last worked on.
"You are in league with the fool whom lead those good to slaughter!"
"You just don't even comprehend the worth of what is at stake." She turned her back on this human and with soft handling, aligned the broken part back where it should be. She had it perfectly balanced and long enough to frost the material stable to attach again. She further used this creativity to make droplets of water dew along other the ornaments carved as part of this chair statue seat.
She was being left alone since the undertakers and this unknown assault of human divine followers were in exchange of words. She was at the last touches and wrapped the item to protective materials during its transportation. Painted seals with warding to prevent ill intentions. Her hand without her awareness reached backwards in grasping someone attacking her back again. She at the last brush up of the seals and pulled the weapon from the beings hands. She nearly crushed it but felt the materials squirming uncomfortable. Thus she stands properly and let's go of the item. The scythe floats without it's host partner handler, lowered in cowardice.
"There. There. Little thing." She softly pats the hilt, "I wasn't paying mind to my surrounding, forgive me. You were trying to do a job. We both were focused enough." It lowered slightly in showing acceptance and she faced the room of clay torso and collapsed wall. She noticed the clothing wasn't right for these bodies and shook out of this.
The sounds smoothed back and indeed a clatter of nobles at back hand remarks of the attackers that ruined the event. She tilts in how the metal blade of a death god and its partner wasn't of this eclipse. They are on the other dead side then. She back tilts to the request carving hire. They startled in her gaze and backed off. She tilts of their look. Scaling that they must be related to Summons or is a off shoot of the same pantheon of summons. Eliza brought her clawed hand to be her fan, and smoothed her face to show no imperfections. Once it was jumbled back, she posed with a business smile.
"All to the plan and more. Someone had made a mess of the flower at the right shoulder rest, so I had to make a suitable decision to hide the imperfections. It's not the finest work but it is lovely. Maybe I should make a carve of my own someday." She thought about that, "nah, that really was nonsense. Anyways. This stone seat is carved. I will take the off cuts, the scrap metal and your continued support of returning to me to carve more interesting projects." She tilts to the cover more her expression while feeling her throat strain in the language she speaks, "For transportation reasons, I have veiled it with safety. It will be weightless until you breach the seals. I suggest setting it to its rest space before breaching them seals." She soften looks back to them, "A good time that was. Thank you."
"You really are a mythical hidden cog oath." He finds indeed that it is weightless. Shock painting his face, "You know a short cut to the hall?" He asked.
"Its dangerous but if you smell of me. You might make it without loosing your soul." She replies serious, "Here. You are to be protected by me. You bring interest in a dull existence." She posed open her right hand and brought forth the tomes pages. She oversees and tampered the tome shuffling and soon she point him with her claw. She retracted back and nods certain, "I suspect you will see the strange things I do. Welcome to a fate that even angels dread, but where god eaters worship you. They will aid you and seek to trade materials. Scrap is all we ask. Travel along the back of the fake Sigil path, you will breach the god hall. Ersa is always sleeping her head over the edge of the god hall." Posed like a mother in worries of her child.
"The fake Sigil? There is a fake one?" She shakes into a smile and posed for him to see a gaping holes in darkness. He picked up the veiled seat and rushed to follow her instructions. Left behind was grit, chips and stone chunks. A bag of metal. The blue print. She brought out a broom from her storage and collecting the dust to a jar, seals and vaulted.
"What are you doing?" Curiosity with to snatch the broom. She smacked his hand.
"You will not touch this without permission." She pouted at him, "Rude to take my tools. You have your own." She continued dusting away. Not a trace left behind. The broom was gone by shadow once she felt she done a sufficient job of it. She not aware of speaking ender to him, that this current him is unable to translate this gargle.
"You did not just do that." The flabbergasted nobodies, "You dare just break a holy stone with your broken hands!"
"Remind me, who are they and why do they matter?" She asked around in human English and feeling herself connected back to this energy space's tensions. Her scan of the emotionless clay undertakers, the upset angel folks and a few hide back demons snarled of this whole event. The school theatre stage empty looking out to the many seats had flicked for a little moment in her view.
"They are the holy alliances of the angel guardian order." Jackal jumps at her side, "They are command of angels of earth." She can taste a little of his fear but frowned with shaking her head.
"They think they are. These are just puppets those things wear. These are no different to any god vessel. A body designed to cross visit the human world. They are powerless, weak and not even worth the pleasure of honours. Sure those behind the eyes maybe a step up but it doesn't confirm the user of the puppet." She makes the tomes flex and fold away, "Their souls loud to be the real." She furthers added remark, "Angels are very hard to hear around humans."
"How dare you!" Stunned the undertaker nobles by a wiser soul among themselves and the shout from the so called leader.
"Out of all here." She breaks away from her crowd, slipping Curiosity's near grapple of her arm and she shadow slips. Stepped to then shoulder over the least favoured, "You little small fragment are the only one I care about. You would happen to have some interesting exchange to make of me. Some story to tell. You are a seedling. The start of someone with a great soul. Although that is up to you to walk that road and loose so much. Grow at all that pain. Even when the six of wings become so heavy, you will be a light of hope in the darkness." She softly provided them to take a seat at her expense of removing something from her storage, "You are someone my soul knows." She eases with giving this body its time to form words and think for itself. She listened with as much she can focus.
"You can hear my voice?" He asked.
"You have a lovely voice." She praised, "Yes this was the voice I know." She felt her inner soul and focuses back to this angel being, "What can I do to help you?" He says nothing but his gaze of this event. He is sad about it, "Sad yes, but life is give and take." He tilts with staring further and she sees too, "You need a crown... mmm?" She sees he forwards at shock she figured this out, "You will have to speak with the tome keeper of the crown names. He is busy but I can make a small visit. Make some time for us."
"No. I am looking for a crown in particular. One that walks my dream." Angels shouldn't dream but in the time they are in just soul locked in a body. This can happen.
"Is this one a cloth cover of dripping black?" He nods, "Then you have found me. I am the crown of Nightmares. Or rather the fallen Empress that now claims Noctorm." He sighed in relief and he takes something from his pockets, this altered as a metal dagger, "Key? Why?" He shrugs.
"It belongs to you." It placed to her hands, "That's what matters." She clasped the item and it dug her flesh. Patterns of her cloth, clays and skin. She had even took a breath of her human side. He nods that indeed it is right. He swiftly stands and leaves this place. The attackers go chasing after. She stands watching their back, red blood leaves the corner of her lip and a rigid breathing rattled.
"Trixie!" Her brother taps her shoulder but she smacked him off. The blood drips the floor a few times. She stares listlessly of the worlds around her.
"Recover." Coldness wraps her and she softly leaned back. She slowly fighting her eyes to not close.
"Wake up!" Joseph shouted and she snaps wide eyes. Looking into Curiosity who allowed her head to rest his lap. She is helped up and seated on the floor, "You have something seriously wrong with you." She had let pass a laugh. She sees her young hands once more and seems in a smug accepting of this.
"Take her!" Joseph shoved away and strong hands take each her arm. She pulled backwards through this place and crossed to the human worlds stability. She locked to a interviewer room, looking like the offices her mom always attended. She finds the aura of old enemies among the window beyond the interview room. Mostly Seers and the demon headmaster. There was the Judge her mom spoke to that time being the loudest and most negative she can taste from here. Plenty of damned hovering in keeping her locked here, watching her every move.
"What about missing?" The man steps almost into the room and was pulled back to the corridor. He was loudly dismissive of the other. The judge speaking darkly over to the person walking in of some further information. He came in watching from the creak of the door about events out there as she has time to study his back. She wafted to the fortune creatures to erase her traces. They go to work with faulty camera and audio equipment. Made several damned disappear from some human interference attachment deals.
"The young lawyer guy that I gave your wallet back." She smiled in a huff, glad to see him and he sits down with the weight of life on his shoulders, "How is the case going about them Clothus?"
She unfazed in how he let the undertaker he hangs with into this room. She finds that the undertaker does a bunch of warding. The undertaker banishing the spare damned and unwelcomed spies. So she makes many hand gestures, improving the soundproof those casting. By the end of those the undertaker nods glad she figured it out, stands at the lawyers back. It is then she added some Clothus law basics and undertaker laws. She ended with remark of greeting as a crown crest service. She smiled how this made the undertaker instead move with take seat across and the human stood up pacing.
"So you were reverted back among time of the living realm. The school lost guardianship of many students due to loosing in care basics. Forcing students to pay for food violates basic right for the students they provide for." They spoke together in sync - the pacing human shows shared nerve for them, "Leading to students being runaways. You were detained as such but not at fault for the schools failing."
He sits down in the same seat of the undertaker, soon was filling out information from what he remembers of the last time she was here. From her strange to the reasons her mother let go of guardianship. She stays mostly silent and looking about the empty room. The longer she is breathing and feeling of her aching feet. The sting of tanned skin and the dry of her tongue. He looked up as she shook in being ready to say something or listen.
"How would you feel about living in a shared house apartment with a bunch of red hand members?" She nods of accepting that, she done that before.
"It be nice to hire you for some tome checking." the undertaker voiced, "You can continue as you are with trades." She nods of this too, "There is clothus that are trying to plan something and indeed they are the set that caused so much. You are a direct soul victim of them. They are still around. Still their not done." She frowns sad that the torture of all her sorrows has not ended, "The ones that owned your name is gone, but there was someone who sent them. They were just middle men. I am building a case against the orders higher and tracking down the next plan to prevent."
"Miss. You're likely the only person that is going to understand me." The human guy ahead of her sighed, "I had been slipping to another version of place. But it's empty and I have to get him to fetch me to safety sometimes." He frowns in how he had been in the rough for such happening.
"The other side is full of corpses." She voiced smooth in checking their reactions, "Well, there isn't any undertakers, beings of the veils that are alive. I think I met a grim reaper trapped there. But its been only corpses and things eating them. Dangerous as they have attacked me too." Indeed they knew.
"Do you slip often then?" he asked with making a note on a pad of private note book. From a death god still active when she was there and that she is another active cross type. He leave her vague, no name.
"I have often slipped. From shadows to dream. I have a lot of practice in crossing boundaries. I have been at the edge of life and death, that it is a lifestyle at this point. I merch up any finds." they pause of this, "The dark net requires dirty secrets to access. You going to need someone with dirty trades to trace your illegal soul merchant. Not that I actively play a part in those schemes. My trade has rules." he breaks the pen, be it the undertaker snapping it between fingers. The human sits down with glaring, "You were part of the trial, so you know what happened to my soul. Don't you?" The undertaker lowered head of knowing, "I beat them at their own system and bought my names back. I haven't used that since. But I could return as the legal face if you willing to be part of the danger that entails. Plenty of normal people object against me... even the tome itself after my enslaving years has grown to hate me. I had to claw it all back. I got what I wanted. Now I am just am." They both are very stressed, "I don't want to break the rules, nor be the next thing for the ender to slain. But this path you making is right to the edge of such broken old wounds. I have nothing else better to do."
"As in... you came back to do something, finished that and been bored since?" He asked unsure.
"Yeah." She leaned back and got comfortable, "I make small trades, hired for tome repairs and soul searching tasks. I watch over some souls, I had been looking after a list of them and even get death bothering me for his debt to me." She felt the air change beyond the window and offices beyond that door. She sits up and leans on the desk. She hugs up small and posed a finger of waiting. When she lowered it, that interview door slams with denting the wall in the force.
"Where have you been?" the teacher with a demon attached, equally this was one those that she regarded in her mind of hating her. For what little she did of that school, her struggles were with such teachers like this one. Sending her to learning support or over use of homework as catch up. This was not the one that gave university graded papers for a lesson but one the back ups of that guy.
"Mrs. Patricia Viviano, I do believe you are meant to be waiting in the corridor or to be speaking with the judges." This brown suited tight cream shirted lady glares deadpan of this lawyer, "Please leave the interview room until we call you. It is important we have no adult interference during this interview." The door isn't closed as the teacher backed away now. Plenty of built noise, "Close the door please. It is to loud out there." the huff and indeed door closed with a thud.
"So bring back to topic, do you know where others who ran away might have went?" The undertaker poses hands of making this the reason of her human interview in the first place and she need to be normal as she can.
"I am bullied a lot. If not the other students and some staff, but even my so called relatives. No one would trust me even if they did run away. I left on my own, at least to my recall of things." and this was true to her human life memories of her being outcasted and left on her own methods, "No one went the way I did. I could believe that maybe someone followed after me, using my route out but I wasn't around for them." He makes vague notes and she rolled into her normal. That was to be quiet, tight seated and always staring at the one sided mirrored window that looks in, "If I had to guess of a group of folks were to leave, they use the church. A group would work together through the unguarded fencing there. But the land beyond that fence is plenty of snakes, bears and other forest danger. I dare say, that forest will seek you out and kill you if you not prepared. They would need a means of defending themselves and rations." He nods grateful for the insight and looked at her stare of worry about the window, "I don't want to go back anywhere I had been." She draw quiet.
"Do you remember the man you helped the last time you were here?" She perked with a nod, "You were the last person he spoke to." She frowns sad of that.
"He was being accused of his wife's disappearance at the time. I told him about the water tower door. He made several calls from the pay coin phone in the waiting room." She had then snorted, "I ruined his interview with talking about the cake order his wife called him about. His mother left him that mint in the breast pocket." He posed about that.
"His mother hasn't been around for years." He told her.
"Oh." she lowered in being sad, "I guess it must have been a ghost." She closed up tighter in the seat, legs to chest and face buried in her front. Her hands holding to tightly, she was bruising her skin. He stood up and pats her back. She began to cry about Mr Pippen's disappearance.
"I do believe we will talk about this later." He give her a hug and let her calm down from all her stress. Once she was able to sit normally again, he sits down with being back to the papers. Shuffling through the reports, "You a very smart lady. Graduated beyond your years behind their backs. You lied to sign up as for University study online to back inform your real grades. Going by the items confiscated off you. You were going to figure out some sort of travel to the UK? No just cross the state boundaries to evade return."
"Bounty hunters for my arrest couldn't chase me to a different country. I haven't any criminal record. I would have figured it out." She lowered in being sad at being caught.
"Stole your own paperwork from the locked papers room somehow, out smarted the security of the school." He nods, "You are a handful when you want to be." She slowly drawn back in again, left knee up again, "Are you hungry?" She sits properly in hope of vain about some decent meal, "Why didn't you help the other kids for their files?"
"No one ever thought I would. Nor would anyone care about the decoy." She carried that dead look of internal pain very well now, "I was meant to be the distraction. If I was found dead, it was a bonus for them to have that bit longer." She looked at the window, "Jokes on them, it turn the other way around. They became my decoys. I was on purpose making their plans have snags, but not in harming. I would make sure they go detention or their files were the first thing found when walked in." he nods that indeed that was the case. It did work as a distraction. It took finding the last run away for them to realize she the files mover. It was smart on her plan to escape. He makes private notes and some normal paper notes on her forms.
"But you also made it easier for everyone else to follow your steps. Be it a way to steal food from the kitchens and the hidden tools in vents."
"It was a team effort between them. I had worked alone." She shook of this, "They been planning it a while. I would guess you found the wall of names." he shook too in shared sentiment, "Behind the church, along the grave stones. It's a sort of popular thing to do if your one the big deals. You leave your instils and the year. I didn't take part, I wanted to be traceless. It wouldn't surprise me if someone else scratched in my stead." She hugs her arms cold and staring at the window. He wrote about looking into the wall of letters and numbers.
"What sort of food do you want since were about wrapping up?" He asked.
"I want some Mexican food. Quesada would be lovely right now." She hugs her tummy as it rumbles, "Authentic Mexican too. Not that knock off fast food place." She looked really sad in her throat catching a little, "Food made with love and care about the meal." He softly nods at that.
"I will try and google search a few places before we go. But you wouldn't mind staying in my office until then, right?" She nods gentle, "Can I have your word?" She shrugs of that.
He makes finishing remarked notes, the undertaker walked through the window and there soon a loud bang by the glass there. She backed away from that window with fear. There muffled shouting and several people outside this interview room shouting. He got up and checked the door and creaks open seeing a fight breaking out with that teacher and several of the witnesses at the interview viewers room. The judge particularly on her side was red faced and mouthing foam about these people's lacking decency.
"Come along with me." This lawyer puts his jacket around her and guided her away from the commotion, out of the interview room. As he promised, he got her to a small office along the child services hallway. This was in fact the chair room, remarked for the chair stuck through the wall and hidden by a plaster board pin board.
His office is all strings to papers. Following a long web of how families are interlinked with the overall paper trails to missing people. His got many of the demon and angel owned schools with missing students on tend along walls. Dead end leads with red strings to death certificates or file report numbers. The newest edited wall is yellow string for missing, red for found dead and black for linking leads. Given she was lot about his walls, he closed the office and locked her in. The undertaker left a bag of crisps and an energy drink for her at his desk. The undertaker followed the guy faithfully.
She was able to recover her run away bag, the phone and other parts in. She borrows cables from his computer to start charging and accessing her phone carefully. She goes through what is left of her bag. Her weapons are gone but everything from her papers to her private stash of salt. She has folds of clothing and wet wipes. Some antiseptic cream for bites and cuts. A little money, but its not enough. Her notebook of researched metal point collections points and other safe places. She had most of a travel plan, a draft of a CV and places to get fake ID. Her real documents not tampered and undisturbed in the plastic seal bag concealed by the bag double lining.
They didn't do a proper job of her bag, she had the small side sealed pocket that contained the gun stolen from teacher's desk. It was her bear encounter tactic, since there wasn't any ammo for it, that she aware of. It is safety locked.
She used her time locked in the office to be a bit less wilderness beaten. A change of shirt and brush her hair out of any seeds and muck. If she was going to a family dinner, she didn't want the owners to be concerned for her being a potential abduction case. Nor did she was to give the impression of domestic abuse given her arms are bruised.