Over shadowing her, the entire room has its own obsessed notions to keep make her pane alert. From incorrect information of what phenomenon was the cause of heartache to blaming everything wrong on the race of creatures. She sat with a blank vacant emptiness as the worse they misspoke. She had to make court gestures to the undertakers among them and to snap fingers at the hidden things that felt rage. But she never speaks, no clicks and no information crossing. Although she did flatly clothus impose to leave the ignorance to the blind.
"We are going to leave the Fort investigation with our new allies from the Mage Association Community." All face Ravenswood and then slide mood glares of Eliza. Her vacant stare draw her mask to be featureless and her right hand withdrawn. A pretty corpse on a wheel chair, those that knew her stare in bewilderment.
Her brother was expressing the worse, seeing her death markers. She can see with human sight through her mask, had plenty a time to study everyone enough; found these names in either her tomes or in the tomes Ravenswood had in his pockets. Her soul had finalised the last knitting threads into the clay joints, but it made no appearance difference. Only really that her soul was strumming soft mimic heartbeats. Raven can at least feel she has some living qualities.
"Oh yet one last thing..." the highest seats turn with sleek greasy smiles, "By the command of the red hand, part by death. Your time is to be exchanged, Miss Trickster." She twitches in reaction but settles with knowing what they just assumed. The whole set of them high in the cloud sorts makes greasy smile and gloating giggle among themselves like they won some great lottery.
"Eliza is an anchor soul. We can not edit or even access her entry of tome." Joseph thundered harshly, "You have Eliza to be grateful that death even takes interest of favouring us." He steps but his mentor puts a hand at his shoulder. The local gang uniform wearing god face shook no. Joseph backed down. He looked defeated as these fools grin a little wider.
"Look grim, this isn't your place." Among the upper shelf lightly laughed, "You haven't met death himself. No one does." She had to act instantly with grappling the god eater body of Loki, as this reptile bird fling fast and nearly ate the gentleman ahead of her. She stood with clawed hand spearing into the scaled leg. This took her strength at pulling this panic bird to soon scooped at her lap. Petting it until there is a sense of dignity returning in them eyes. The crowd makes it own accusing word of how dare she cast some trick death cursed over their elder.
Disrespectful of her identity and all her names. Even when slowly they mock progressing higher and higher ranks. At one point and undertaker kneels in full prostration, babbling some mercy. Putting hold on plenty of tongues. She thinks deeply, her mind at wonder if she was to reverse the pact that the red hand society made with death. She has the claws and the tome. She concluded with closing her eyes and sitting down once more.
"They are unworthy of any emotions." She poses to make her Loki face her, "Old friend, do they upset you this much? You made the pact, so do you wish it handled differently? I am not blind or clueless. I see the tomes all the time. I know what sins chain these souls. I am that anchors them, welcome them among and are walking among because I allowed it. But if you feel they have overstepped it." She takes pause in seeing about her friends soul, "Beloved fragment of Lord Decay. What is your wish to do with this pact?"
It takes a while for this vessel to make its choose, consoling with inner network information of this souls awareness. She softly cleans and dresses the wound of her Loki. She has not listened a word of the snobby arguments of the ignorance. Higher seated red hands at volume with the undertakers and side entities aware of her reach.
"A blank card has no authority over us. We have immunity." The Sigil pane creaked with glitches, spreading dust over her hidden shapes. As soon this dust cloaked over her hidden soul parts, showing that it has held Raven back from slaughtering them. A large mass of liquid fabric that patterns and shimmers of her souls history.
"Oh dear, you broken the unspoken taboo among clothus laws." Her voice was echoes of so many of her versions of herself, "I guess that I haven't any excuses to hold you back, Ender." The materials over Raven soften and unrestricted him. As if chains held at his heart unwrapped and scars of old battles became. His nice pretence was plenty erased. Death inside the body of a god eater took flight and was ready to be scavenging corpses for what little remains. Loki appearing as a death crow which circles and flies in waiting for prey.
"I don't know." Ravenswood voice now that he was let free so easily, "You are not even once felt angry or upset. You maybe been annoyed but you aren't concerned to the point of desperate condition. We had this song and dance many times. Each time you have reactions that make me rethink over what really matters." He takes a long drawing gathering breath, she watched as magic was absorbed through him and made into potential within his body.
Her release of his overall soul allowed him to shuffle and reconfigure, flex into a more whole certain self. In having relaxed, he mirrors feeling it. The runic paints that were hidden have become for all to see. The dust of sigil has finally filtered and faded, her shapes hidden back to the unviewable curtain side. A new sigil prompt, having been repaired, fling with a new screen of names and rankings.
"You arent coming back from the fort." Death concluded at her with a fly by whisper, "The pact of any remaining time to be spent will be spread among them." He furthered with nearly landing her right shoulder but instead dove past her, "But you are already marked for passed... three times over." Her Loki frowns as a soul carrier normally does as Death wills, showing he doesn't know how she even still here.
"That makes fit." She nods gentle of thia matter of fact with her own recorded stuff from colouring books to later sketchbook, "Three tomes. Three names. Anything more was gained in dream walking or exploring the depths as a court huntress." Her creaking in smile with a sombre pained tint, "I am happy with my fate." Eye paved in with tight focus, she took grasp of the thread that connect her with Mattu - correctly Ravenswood. Her grasp show she able to change the fate pull if she wanted it. A fate thread of red, black and Gold. She materialized it to the point that he can feel it too, and that it was visible to all of the room. Once all are of witness, the thread was back to a metaphorical purpose - floating in among her clothus skins and shadow tracing.
"You are going to die." One of them feeling cheated in how she not as reactive about the whole ordeal. There was more motivated anger in Raven then her. Ravenswood casts a sort of retort in the release of the held back energy he been building up to. Plenty of the members were ice frozen into their seats. The whole area was a sheen glaze of ice, plenty shivered and more had frost burn. He scoops her from the chair, since it too was stuck by the ice. He leaves them there.
"That is going to be one very gruesome crime scene. I am guess it be another mage flare type scene." She calmly voiced as they take one the cars she used to own. It would seem Raven has been using her altered engine truck when she lost it a few lifetimes back. She was sat inside first, feeling helpful sets up the satnav from the glove box and was searching up the address. She leans at sticking to the window as he closed the driver door with a raised brow. She leans back proud and he sighs several times before even touching the engine. She thought the magic gauge might be lot and pats the dash board to check. With two pats there was plenty energy.
"Can you explain how you know this is like this truck but without breaking my head?" She tilts a while with debating the right words and finds plenty breaks sense if worded that way. So she had to take longer with her reply. He feels she was trying for him, and began driving with waiting for her to say it. It was a long 2 hour drive, its plenty of time to make an answer.
"Most of the Red hands are visitors or humans that held crossings from otherworlds. They do not have attachments until I give them those ties; the pact death made is what they need to replace this lacking attachments.
For you unlike thrm, places you pass through as a god follower have naturally tied you here. You have so many hooked ties with people; you made memories with this life and of this world. You feel that belong and feel you are part of all the active laws." She feels his inner thoughts in trying to get her concept and for a while he took a lot of thinking and just nods of this. He waved that she needed to get to her main point, "My hooks cross many curtains, reaches past shadows and even past the abyss." He felt her attachments, his mind tracing these threads across to other tomes and places beyond his imagination. Even as he makes reach with his soul senses, he knew these places in his soul too. Yet there is also feeling of knowing it is due to the ender title, and the darkness and guilty feelings tied to them.
He was so distracted that she had to think fast and become his hands for him, her spirit slips to his human body and pilots his arms to drive safer. She becomes the one driving while he became vacant from her ties. She had him parked up and lets him rest. Exiting his body, seated at his sit with her lap the pillow. As he is sleeping in this blue Ford flat bed trucks front seat. Her hands tussled his hair, how it mixed of silver grey and browns. Long enough for her to plat his sides.
As a spirit, she sees through the ripples of broken curtains. Something has been by and torn long gouges through the realms. Between gales the fort was as if in the glory days, built high blocking the port veiw of the river. The enforcement was back when the civil war for the American independence was active. But given the whiplash of toxic energy breaching this surrounding, that is when Germany won the war. That world is the German America. When the gales die down, it is ground zero. There lay only foundations of what was a fort. The air laces with salt. Rain thunders harsh. So hard it startles Ravenswood to gasp awake. He sees her face of her stare of the fort. He traced ahead of what she sees.
"The locals have plenty of urban legends to be afraid of visiting this fort. Look at how abandoned what should have been the heights of touristy." He sees the local authority attempted to warn and disburse anyone's approach. No photos is allowed. There is a signal blocker or maybe it naturally does with how torn things are.
"Fort Matanzas National Monument preserves the fortified coquina watchtower, completed in 1742, which defended the southern approach to the Spanish military settlement of St. Augustine. It also protects approximately 300 acres of Florida coastal environment containing dunes, marsh, and some maritime forest." Ravenswood muttered to himself, "Well what little left of it." He holds her shoulder, "All or nothing but this isn't right. There should be some little structural stand."
Together they stare in trying to trace what is the real building that should be here and what parts were sewn by other tomes. Glitches of where walls don't match and signage keeps blipping between languages.
"Even the clothus have tried to seal this place." She torn a fabric of clothus alteration, where they attempt to seal off this area from the human settlement. For once showing that even the clothus were afraid of this as equal to the humanity of this space.
"Its like some space was broken and bent here." He pointed to some vague things.
"Torn through by whatever." She nods, "I will handle the separation. You will have to soul search and make sure they are in correct tome." He stares at her like she's mad, "I have claws to rip time space. You are currently human and good attractive bait to the souls here." He glares, "Look make it easier." She opens the glove box and removes a glass bird. She poked his hand, blood drips and the glass object becomes Omens Vessel. He felt all sorts of inhuman features and attachments. He opens hands and it comes alive as a rainbow feathered bird. This magic glass golem ignored the glass of the truck and flew scotting the place. He panicked and rushed himself out the truck. She smirks seeing him distracted.
"You didn't want him to be here." The mask of Ender asked.
"That is complicated." She huffed. She got out too and began gearing up for clean up. Claws at the posture, altering to her nightmarish giant featured being. She occasionally opens jaw to pry her teeth to pin lock the fabric of space closed. She left small gaps that Ravenswood steps in and out of. The ender mask seated watching the partners at work.
"You can prevent me soul editing them." Death remarks beside the Ender title.
"Nah, they have long far to run as souls outside my house. I have found another host. They need something this universe can't offer." Death soft nods at this, "You don't want to either." Indeed Death holds hesitate of starting, "Its funny that she knew. She knew you would struggle." The ender mask stares onwards of the organised chaos of the two souls making a miracle. With a pull and harsh love, the distortions changed and soon were closing. Gates eased and lost power. The tears merged in mended manner.
"If I must." Her mask jumped right in front of Ender title and death. She sheds her tome pages to them and forcefully editing the tomes that Death held open. She became broken down as the more pages faded. And with nothing left of her shells to attach to any visible worlds they can view her. She was a pile of ash. Ravenswood having gone helped the last soul, rushed as the glass golem came straight for her ash. Upon contact of landing in her ashes, it shattered and the truck they arrived in was turned to decayed rust frame. The fort behind was just small stood white stone battered by time and the area was marsh and salt river. Ravenswood knew very much what happened with her. As her bonds between them were slipped too, shattering the longer he held here.
"The best I can offer is to banish you from this place to chase her." The title of Ender postures his puppet hand, "Banishing things to the abyss is a gods greatest punishment. You wouldn't endure it as a human."
"Expelling all abnormalities including those of Clothus." Ravenswood muttered in feeling his gut. He lowered with feeling the ash pile, and shook with denial of her escaping again. The ender title sighed and death nods knowing exactly that expression. By the hands of both Ender and Death, Ravenswood turned as ash too. The soul energy taken in the same exchanges Eliza held. Death and Ender nod sad but certain that this was for the best, then to allow the soul to be driven to cause impacts that can't be reversed.
The little monument over looking the salty waters was stale and lacked the simplicity of life. Yet the moment the mage Association came to check changed energy levels. The area came alive of insects, gloomy god eaters and plenty of her kingdom proxies who brave the shade of trees. Eyeing the pile of ashes for any hope. When death left, life made her place. The waters became tendrials and pushed the clump into the waters mud. Establishing that all sign of past deals of a Ravenswood or Eliza were traceless. Back water noise to the many other similar displacement. The fort becoming occupied by black snakes that bite.
"Since she left here, we have the house to ourselves." Morpheus loafed at the top roof of the fort.
"Dont make a mess of it or else she come back." Ragnar hissed lifting his clumps to eye the water life goddess. Both turned silent as the goddess shot glare at both.
"My brethren of God eaters are discussing the leave of Nocturm's Empress." Loki landing on the lady's shoulder, "They aren't coming back here for a while." She uses her powers at pouring the remaining time into the jars that her husband requested. She holds the twin jars with deep thoughts. Loki leans reading the goddess face, he fluffed scales to take a sigh.
"In time they have to." She lifted two clay dolls, jointed puppets that befits a toy maker. One a hybird creature of human will and the other a monster of human parts. She held both with all she could bless of them. Sealing some gifts of her will onto them before sealing these small clay dolls to a box, buried underneath the monuments. Foundations. Dripped of many a seal.
"Where are we now?" Sheltered quickly with a cloak that she woven a long time ago for this exact travelling purposes. She pins this tight with hand made claw material clips. In her nightmarish alter, she still expressed a dull and blank smile. It's one she always used for having no clue or wanting to clue in a clueless fool. The bonds that tied them were severed once more, since it was the ender title that took swapping pieces. It was no different an exchange as she has for other soul language fragments.
"Forget going back. We had our time." She tries to comfort him, "We have to go somewhere else. You could even go some time else." He isn't certain and per always doesn't trust her. Even if she said it, he already knew. He also sort of knows where and when he will be next.
They stare upon this disconnected space time. The view of the world looks distorted from a oil painting, flowers blotted at their feet. There isn't sound, This wouldn't be considered humans interruptions of light or science. But it is still the standing fort and its acres of wildlife. It isn't empty but there aren't any to interact with either of them. It is just him and her to interact with whatever they push to do. It will take effort and soul power to do anything meaningful. She stares dull as she done this to many a time. He is uncomfortable as when he rarely has to, it never is a good outcome.
"Do you think they be scare of us missing?" She voiced in wonder.
"Would yours pets destroy the place?" He glares but soften as she laughed with sorrow. Her raw heart felt all damaged from how pushed aside she been these fee lifetimes. Yet she was eased with knowing those pets better then him. She wipes a tear away and gives a must true smile.
"They be fine." Is her stung words that knot her voice from further note, "Your family?" She barely whistles.
"There are family I promised. But it isn't the family you may assume." He lowered with nervous feet.
"You total softy. You protected the Gladers in almost all the versions I seen. Even when they caused the end of things." She light play punched his side and he pouted being caught. She brushed his shoulder and gentle, she slips her hand to his private shadow storage. She pulled the leathering bind to them. Holding his hands while forcing this tome. She fleshed into a mimic person at his front.
"How did you do that?" He shivered afraid but knowing she will not harm him.
"Its my nature to smell soul words." a playful creepy smile, "And with my help..." she bleeds into the pages, the world shifted. The oil filter melts and spreads. It soon smoothes in mixed, drying to a chalky texture. The two of them pull along the surface.
Soon a lavished castle lays just at reach with this being a corridor between house and chaple. There seems quiet a drama unfolding. Spilling out from the chapel while a young man is cowarding across the floor, exiting with great fear and powerless at out pacing the troubles. A older man with a long silver sword follows, shouting plenty a verse of some godly values in the creams and purple robs. A gathering of on lookers trying to crane watch behind him. As if they are stood as the sort line divide between divine and shadow. She the shadow and Ravens the divine. They are chalk art looking down at the blood soaked young man.
"We came at an interesting spectical." Eliza voiced and only can be heard by those it matters for. Ravenswood tries to seek values and understand people; his eyes dot about human body language and the hidden creatures.
Eliza can see how this space jointed to the one they left. By her fingers, the very stone this corridor was built in is the matched composition and temperature growth. She less bothered about appearance and people. She becomes increasingly distracted with the stone carving works and the building features. How this place lacks the modern molter methods.
"For the sake of my public reputation, I am banishing you from this palace." Sword pointed at the young man at the floor, "You may only return if you take responsibility for what you done." This old gentleman makes postures which should have been the signal for shadow folks to be hired for spy work. Expecting shadow folks to bid whims for the older man.
"I have to." Ravenswood being compulsive forced himself into the lands and pulled as a solid person, thanks to her travel cloak. The down side is that particular cloak is giving dangerous vibs to everyone. Seen as a threat to life or the very opposite of his divine ways. Even so, he managed to lneel down to the pale young man. And was plenty loud for Eliza to snap attention to what is happening.
"You shall not harm in a sacred space or harm what is mine." She not only materialized by stealing the wastes of a fire spell being directed at Ravenswood. Her method looked pretty horrific of slow bone and flesh being actively visible as she solidified. She that seems a corpse stood blocking between the casters and her Ravenswood.
"And what right of gods do you have to proclaim such tactic. Ruin my magic casting." The leader before them froths, "There are no such thing as monsters."
"But what is the definition of a monster?" She asked the man and with shift hand signals, she began a casting of magic of her own. She uses runic language which takes time but it has a much higher impact.
"Who are you?" The young man whimpers and Ravenswood sigh of relief that she finally moved. She has finally to the last gesture. The leader went to swing the sword through her as time stands still before them. She smiles as it was plenty clearance to evade it now. Ravenswood stood up and by his touch the lad is active here.
"We are poeple that happen to be right on time to make ourselves present in your fraying fate. You aren't to die from the current events but you should have gave it a damn try. But instead by some ill intentions of some fool making some unbalanced deals outside of human knowledge. This universe has sent us to balance that unfair deals." She so human looking now. A lady in matching with Ravenswood, long white with a blacken lace dress. Pale deathly skins and black for eyes. She is most definitely the monster of the pair. Her lips bare the only colour and they are red as blood. You can't even make out the contors of her face from the lacking colours of skin. Ravenswood has much deeper human quailties like having human eyes for a start. He dressed as his god follower ways do, completed with religious scarf matching the feather charm. Half long white hair the other half short for practical reasons. He maybe pale like her but he has definition about his tone of skin.
"My nickname is Curiosity. My role is to protect humans from supernatural phenomenon that isn't of humanity cause. This man that holds that sword. We do not know you relationships nor what the world is for you. But we wouldn't be here if that was a natural silver sword. It is another example of what we seek to prevent harm." Giving the lad the left hand, "I ask not to trust us entirely but enough to know that we are to prevent illegal consequences."
The young lad gentle at accepting the hand shake. This made her make a soul tracker over this boy.
"Oi!" Ravenswood knew.
"What, you made a promise and I want to make sure you able to find the escaping child." Ravenswood huffed and got them off the floor, "I will not break the rules but I most definitely will take care of the reachable things." Ravenswood nods and pulled her face to his. By using his right hand, he marked her back. Being possessive once more. He leaves the paused space with the kid. Her left hand of claw blocked the sword weak swing at her.