She was returned back to the human world, appearing completely as a human should without trace. The only thing that ruins her appearance is for only those with the gifted sight to see. The moo cow dinosaur licking side of her face as she sighed sitting back on the bench again. The world is not paused at a moments breath. Raven pulls Arthur along to come back to her. Having sorted the group that was bullying Arthur with a few adults that direction. They stop short since they can see, which her Loki disturbed by their divine invasion of his space hissed and flew away.
"Dont mind the speckled spirit bird." She assumes what they see, "Its one the mail carriers I look after."
"If you say so." Raven calms with that being acceptable explanation, "We have paperwork to sign." Offering his right hand. There a long stare match as per always, this second of taking that hand wasn't just a throw away. He doesn't know it as a human but his soul has offered its tieing threads to her. This second was the vow an undertaker makes.
"You are a silly man." She accepted with her right hand, "Your already tied to me. You just unaware of it." She walked hand in hand.
They go all to the offices up stairs, the private sector that is a mix of private sleeping accommodation or the really top floor made into a prayrers and magic safe space. They use Arthur as the private witness for this 'wedding'. Have Arthur signed as the third witness to the exchange papers, formalities with a stamp of mage royal awareness stamped. So on paper they are already married and a bunch of things are set for her to look after. She read and edited the fine print. He signed with omens approval. Not paying mind about the soul clause she just added in and the tie of their past undertaker vow in affect. The tattoo of their wedding hand became visible and freshly inked. As the ink magically reacted and peels from pages to thier wedding fingers. The priest making them say their vowels had seen these magic binding contracts used for marriage before, thus didnt bat an eye about the abnormalities of lacking rings.
"Well congratulations." The follower of Rati overseen the marriage as the priest, "How are you going to celebrate this?" She has had sometime to research this goddess that this God follower swears under. She not sure if this a much older ancient version of Rati (the Hindu pantheon). And she not so cultured with this tomes pantheon heritage. But the regalia this follower is wearing suited this respect.
"I would guess it should be to be preparing for the informal wedding in full feathers. I was going to bring up that we should hold it at the royal tomb but I suspect Omens has plans." Raven smiles like he found himself a winning catch. He is even giggling to himself. Turned away with his own inner thoughts. She eye rolls in how open he is and crossed her arms, "The moral of Omens is a forgotten cavern and it going to take putting both ourselves at near death to accomplish the god trial. I dont mind going back there but I need to prepare a bunch of the offerings. The place going be full of crystals too." The Priest of Rati stares shocked of how much Leana knows so much, "He doesn't even realize what he agreed to. I am tome keeper. I basically a death god without a scythe. I can soul search him and hear all his dark secrets."
The preist sighed that Raven picking a dangerous woman with a shady personality and a even deeper darker murky past that. The mages havent even finished all the potentially dangerous connections she clearly hands in with. But at deep thought actually sees this working for them. Both the ghost of Rati and her preist notice how she stares at Raven, while Raven can't see her. How she sad and aware she should not be attached to loving the crazy bird follower. But its the depth of her stare that lingers to long and that she bothers to tie this with Omens. That she cares to undergo the trail of god follower along side Raven. Crazy she is to own his soul name, it guarantees she able to know when his OK.
"As a noble lady among mages, you have many social balls and attending royal matters on his behalf. Learning the court education..." the church man stops as she pulled two worn books of mage language out, Stacked four full paper files and the mage laws book. She used royal gesturing to tell the man to back off interference. He turned very cold and quiet. She then uses a gestures that only the close queen would know. Basically stating she is ordered to look after the royal children. That she was ordered secretly. She was hired for secret, as a secret and paid to be a secret. The church man thinks it over, there wasnt a history for her and suddenly she can handle being here. It felt very wrong, until considering that Omens intervenes. Its the only logically that this was Omens mircale. She almost used another private secert to convince, but pauses as she hasn't a need to. She instead clears up her voice.
"Young lord, you seem to have an idea in that little head of yours." She gestures with cautious use of the old mage she knew, "You're showing your weakness. You mustn't clunch you hands so harshly in worry over nothing." She smoothly spoke in royal tongue, "You do realize that we are hired to make sure you keep a normal about you." A little wink, "Picking fights with the lesser standing was a well blended performance to keep your real identity safe from the clueless." There a slow lift of pure shock by Raven hearing her speak on point, more fluently than he can. The young lord having heard her, had to adjust a moment to grasp the sudden change, "A very certain someone paid a very expensive price to bring us here. I am making sure that is worth its price." She winks again, "We mustn't let these divine people harm the lesser populations." She frowns in meaning a damned smile, "Its benefits to ease the pain." It is Arthur that seen a flicker of her mask face and just then knew that she meant his shadow side as something to do with Raven and her.
"If your able to, can you teach me to make or repair clocks?" The words slipped his mouth and she play pinched his face.
"Of course we can. God clock or pocket watch. I will see about teaching and preparing some stuff. If you learn really well from repairing a world from disorganized time, I have a whole set of tools commissioned by the artifacts makers." She eased off only just barely, she leans right over the lad as a concerned sister. This isn't exactly working as she isn't so far off in physical age and the prince or Raven.
"Please can you slow down a little." Raven feeling left out, "You are both talking to fast." She smirks and Arthur raised a brow confused a little.
"Wait, so if he doesn't remember things he should as he was as the ender. Does that mean it was you?" Arthur spoke as a damned and she covered his mouth.
"Rude." She implies that he shouldn't speak the language openly. Gladly the follower of Rati is glad she can help just as much as Raven does. None of the church has able to creak the damned language or the opposite expressed emotions ordeal that the royals of the mens side do. This benefits for now and is a heavy burden later to Raven. The lad as to have lawful children someday and she not suitable by the churches wishes for such commitments. She is perfect for now, disposal is considered.
She isnt stupid, anything binding is always altered to be neutral or reworded to not break the tomes she carries. She altered the clause the church man thinks about this moment. She felt the cold bit in the back of the eyes towards Rati's ghost vessel. A unwelcome feeling, that tell is been looked down and useless when times comes.
"Let us get me to the island, settling me into the place you expecting me to be at for the rest of my life." She holds Ravens hands to make him included and to be closer at his side from the dark staring the follower of Rati was twisting into.
"Actually, my current residence is split between this non-mage land of America and England. Until I can finish the training to becoming among the Royals most trusted." Raven voiced.
"Its not the training holding you back." She pats his shoulder, "We best get gone. The church has more then us to worry about." She arm link both lads, "The living dead are about to be a big priority." That left Arthur stunned enough to let her drag him. Raven is stressed by her sudden know some secret the church, one big that all church members was trying to hide. Raven didnt even know details and has to spy on the church in secert to know that.
"Is that something you know because of being a book keeper?" Rati's follower shouted.
"Of course it is." She replies, got them out of there. This follower stares steady of Leana's back and cursed when out of human assumed ear shot. Slams fist at the table of how she knew. The gaze of the marriage contract was altered and changed without the church's awareness. Sealed with four groups of race seals. His finger seeing that Omens mark was authentic as the others are. The assumption was that Omens caused a mircale over the girl to make her suit the followers taste. Rewarding the lad with a lady of the divine approval and actually against the church in the future. Unknowingly an entire team of undertakers has already ground work that her establishment into this human world is well connected and locked in Ravens fate. Her life at his hands.
"So that you are bonded by a vow, although it barely was wasn't much. That means as a pair, you can do a lot more." Arthur speaking frankly and she play pinched him again.
"Rule one, hidden societies do not talk in public spaces. It doesn't seem it to you but this is wide open for everyone to hear you. It doesn't matter the language you speak, someone will translate it." She lets him free, "But you are right. Now I am tied to Raven, he can access the things he didnt. Sure he had Omens for the divine things. But I am the darkness and secrets." She stares checking and softly adds, "well not all of them. He buried a few himself that I can't know."
They are still holding hands and walking sycnonize steps. They step awkwardly while evading someone carrying a heavy load of boxes, as they passed the fella slips grip. A dodged step and a place hand, the man was helped from spilling the content. While Raven made sure the man is OK, she grappled a imp off the man's shoulder and crushed it. It ashed into her shadow, smiles when attention is at her.
"All is well." She wasn't sure the context of talk. Or why they all look at her.
"You wouldnt happen to know where to find this place he delivering to." Shows her the packing label, she tilts reading it and that smile slips a little. It returns with a hand direction.
"Take the dark corridor through to a dust place. Follow them, follow where they show up regardless of what state they seem in and you arrive exactly as you need." The man nods glad for the instructions. She made one of those dollies for moving heavy loads alone appear, "Have this. They will take it back. Be careful to not stick around to long." She waved him off. She sees the thread short for the man. The lads at her side stare worried, both sense foreboding but not quiet place of what that man's has ahead.
"Is this one those your not allow to interfere things?" Omens asked at her.
"I can not change his fate, no. If you did, those boxed dont arrive where they should. That outcome isn't nice." She softly whispered back to Omens. Omens watch the man to a point, flustered as the man was swallowed by wall. She pats Omens to chill, letting the god vessel bite her hand bloody.
"What is that called?" Arthur asked cautious and quieter. She smiles at him without reply. Raven shivered at shock of her hand bleeding. Omens let's go with glaring at the blood colouring being plenty off for a normal human.
"Did the wall just eat him?" Raven asked leaning to her. While taking her hand to wrap it quickly in a spare cloth.
"He crossed a hidden gateway to the otherside. There is many and always unintentionally lost people in them. Sometimes the lost people arent people at all. I would be careful." Raven leans back to staring that way when he ginished wrapping her hand, stating back to where the man disappeared, "and his name was just transfered." She raised her good right hand open with the tome displaying the changes, "His gone." The tome creepy factors became very visible. From the pages sometimes being made of materials or stains being off colouring. It's bonding at the spine coming apart and sounds of scratching rough pages that scrap off the next turning page part.
She looked back as how someone was already breaking the seals of the marriage contract physical copy and that the seals are invalid. Her signature and Ravens removed as a result of a thrid party sabotage. Should have known better.
"Someone tampered with the document, it is no longer binding in a court. But it doesn't change the promise." She tells them and they soon watched a whole scene of panic from the church offices. People fleeing to the stairs and looking back afraid. On looking mages step to investigate but they arent seeing anything. Only the one that broken the contract is able to see the hell she lives in. Breaching her seals breaks rules. Several vessels of ghost gods lingered, that lost their follower due to this darkness of the event. All turned to Rati for why. She softly bows head and leaves. More did, they need new human hands.
"You may not know me, but I know you." She heard around her and soon a shape lifted into a god vessel. But is it? She studies a long time. She tilts in how Omens reacted seeing them here, changed to a person and walked over. They spoke briefly in god tongue and softly Omens steps Raven aside for a moment.
She stares deeply into the uniform of the being, the aura of realms and the culture that tainted its personality. A strong pair of hands on one book and one sword. This was a muted appearance, hiding away the corpse shape it appears to the living as. Yet her eyes sees past that, a being of a fleshed spirit. Humanoid with black eyes and cold skin. There is sorrow and respect. A damping of peace sewing through.
"It was only a matter of time to meet another variety of Death. Shinigami." She nods gently certain of it, "You wrote my names before, you remember my pain." The being nods softly, "As since I am not normal, I wasn't granted oblivion. Eraser of memories after rebirth. Well, I was partly. The small things are lost. But the ingrained talents and pain stays." She soften, "It bothered me that this world comes undone at the seams." She showing the tome, "The ender brought us from our collapse. In taking the ender of a collapsing world, we have accepted respect truce and only meddling when asked. In a great scale, we mean nothing but when we do what we do best. The damage will be repaired."
She waited as there a long pause, this being paused time. Testing her as a Fallown. Clearly the fact she was unaffected confirmed things enough. He almost spoke but paused by a prompt of Sigil. He make a nerves foot pose, cleared his throat and swept the prompt away.
"We came about because of the title gods antics, spending more time enjoying toying with souls then aiding them." Shinigami nods in accepting the prompts warning, "You aid then break. I have seen your work." She blushed a little shy and puts away the tome, "Not all of your universe was collapsed. But those that reach there are converted."
She thinks about that deeply and then concluded to knowing what the death god means. She knows the turth herself and that some of her soul has yet to come back still. Still pieces are missing, overlooked because the previous handling her soul was done with lacking the skill and sight to repair her correctly. Tossed carelessly into creation to fix what they can't. Didnt work out for anyone. Not even her.
"The mutation world of magic and nuclear apocalypse." She nods, "I figured. I am still alive, just locked away safe. Lost of my humanity. I have my odd days." She nods getting it more and the god stares deeply, "So you wish for an alliances with the crest crown of God eaters and nightmares? Authentic genuine and beautiful font... ugh sorry. I meant beautiful things in horror."
"I actually just only came for Leana Fallown. I wasn't expecting a monarch of undertakers."
"More like an owner of several or owned by the abyss." She huffed, "I spend more time hunting for meat and pleasing the creatures then I do being alive." He softly nods at this again, and waved over her. Her clothing and several seals on her skin shifted. Briefly her real soul shape was visible. Lacing her many versions of many lifetimes to layer through as an anchor. He marks her skin with a god of death oath. She stands plenty strong as the world background was loud again. She puts her empty hands behind her, twirls to the lads. She playfully then poses finger guns to Raven, and these traces altered his uniform as a god follower too. She gave a daring wink to Omens, and a smug ease off.
"Whoa, new colouring feathers." Raven notices that of his uniform.
"I bet you could recall their nick names. Five of my cats, five of my dogs and two spiders." She grins and slightly frowns of one the feathers, brushing it with concern about its texture. She knew this was the one she checked the tome. The injured one. She sighed softly and back to trying to be herself.
"Is there something wrong?"
"I guess. This one needs a check in." She brushed the feather hidden among the rest of his followers regalia. She linked arms softly and postures that he leads the way for what was next.
"You have any luggage to worry about?" She nods and steps around back to the bench she been hanging out at. Four suit cases with labels, all under her name and a small duffle with any salvaged remains of fire burnt papers. Three cases smell of fire. Mostly the few possessions left at all of her house. She has one of those airport trolleys.
"So you hanging out at this bench wasn't for nothing." Arthur notes, "where do you find the time to sort this all out? Like having someone find your stuff."
"I did it myself. I am a Fallown. My sense of time isn't the same." She removed the breaks off the trolley and freely pushed it, "Where we heading now that the formal paperwork is sorted?" Raven guides the way with an elevator door open for the different floors. She got it all on, looked back making sure nothing is left behind. She only softly pats to feel a soft cat carrier case on her. She peers into it with vivid orange eyes staring back at her. She sighed in relief. Barely taking four steps to find her legs taken under by Ersa in dog form. A young dire wolf with deep Grey marking on white fur. Attached by a harness and clipped to her hip. She peers about.
"Everyone else is in vet quarantine with shot vaccines." She heard from the case, answering who this was.
"I was just checking, Morpheus." She pats the netting of the case, "I best read the apartment restrictions for pets." She voiced with letting the doors closed. Ersa sniffing both Raven and Arthur, wanting pets and wooing noises.
"The apartment corridor has no issues with dogs and cats. As long as they were a collar with the house number and a microchip of updated information." Raven helping with two more carrier cases. Total of five cats. Arthur not realizing it, has Selene. The older dire wolf, better behavior walking dog tied to his hip by clip lead. Isolde is free off lead herding the group, sitting on Leana feet when chance give. She has already seen from how the duffle bag has open, two containers of spiders are inside, "Your spiders are like fish, they stay locked in their housing tank."
It was as if a laspe of time was changed around her. No pets to all of the current ones suddenly here. Her trolley has four shopping bags hung about with pet supplies and vet cards. A growling matched began with the elevator doors opening on a half floor. She made a tongue click and all pets settled. The doors closed and Arthur leans to Raven to whisper something.
"I didnt know that floor existed." Raven answered loudly.
"Its the restriction floor. Banned productions are storaged there until they can be disposed or returned. We stopped briefly to fetch my gear. It was taken from me when I was interviewed. An average person doesn't go around with twin short swords on English streets." There a soft nod of getting it and the doors opening onto the correct floor. Everyone is pulled or shuffled out. The trolley pushed by the dog leads now clipped to it. Isolde taking the head lead, nose to the floor tracking. Selene and Ersa having a wooing match to who can be the loudest talker. Ragnar is black skinny cat form hissed at the sight of Loki in the other case.
"You reckon the neighbors dont mind the dogs wooing?" Leana asked.
"Its not exactly barking as expected." Arthur rubbing is aching back from having Selene tugging him, hints why he attached her to the trolley. Raven takes lead with the keys and unlocked the largest apartment of this corridor. The dogs are released frist and the cats taken to the set up cat sanctuary room. It was Raven and Arthur scooping cats from carriers into the mesh net bedroom. The carriers stacking the side. The dog found the dog bowls with water by the living room.
Omens shifted as a physical person, switch over the TV at the sofa. It seemed human local news but in overhearing it. It was access to Sigil and the broadcast of oath walkers. She jolted a little when times froze up around her. Off setting into a silence and the sudden presence of the Shinigami at the kichten breakfast bar. An entire team of undertakers with the lion crest and a particular pair of spider crests at her paper work bag. She leans in seeing a pheonix crest team setting her hand drawings of realms and her other art about the walls. Her private bedroom was blacked by her nightmare form keeping folks out from her merchandise. She posed open palms and the team continues with a slight releif notion.
"Its good that you recognize neutral group help." The Shinigami peering through mail. She softly sits across from the being and keeps calm, "This is bare minimum granted to you. A mixture of the hung cases that your hands played in and the winning your own privacy from both cultist creeps of your families." The humanoid frowns, "But what's your deal with the leader of the red hands?"
"My mother's father?" She needed clarification and he nods, "He respects my contract hiring rules. Treats me as should for business. I was close to my grandfather and my mom. Familial love has a part to play. But I still get my price when he hires me for tasks."
"And yet you outright break tie to your other grandparents." He notes things down on a brown leather journal at his side. Peeling letters into the jotter.
"I spent many several lives pretending to be a loyal. Sometimes I meant it when they brainwashed me to it. In doing so, I learnt the dirty laundry and repented my crimes. I made my lines and set my oaths to be my own. I dont need them and I dont want to require aid from anyone of them." The fella shurgs and leans at counter in lost thoughts, "Seers sacrifices their weakest to skin them for tomes. Use the blood for ink. Fallowns use the stopped moments of time for human petty crimes. Red hands are living humans that Sigils hires to intervene in human world things." She cast about the room again and slow back to the pen of the Shinigami, "Each side has dirty sins in different faces. They have their purposes, fates and uses. The very opposite of myself. The only tie I have is Raven. I am only here due to him." She speaks so causally calm of these things. The Shinigami had paused writting, "That is unless you folks have great plans and with to play with things you shouldn't have. A unhealthy fascination with the broken things has a lot to carry."
She lifted her hand and Loki jumps up, altered to a reptile bird. Rubbing in forcing her to pet it for love. She gave him the attention wanted, since they were interrupted before.