Raven was right over to her side, he reach over for the knife to have a closer inspection for what substances is burning her. If she could focus, she would know how to counter this scratch as she had for all her lifetimes taken as god eater meat. But for now, she was in enough pain by the tomes - affected to both knife and the damage of the tome. He looked at the light grazed that bubbles her skin, noting this wasn't the normal reaction for what poison was used.
Or rather, he has figured a little by know that she deeply connected as a Seer blood to the books. So as the tomes have transferred its inflicted issue on her and took her health as exchange. In his mental math and close enough to the turth, the tome was maintaining the peace of souls in the mysterious ways that any universe obsessed of being ordered and clear letters but chaos and smudged lines.
Everyone else has began to react in the meanwhile. In terms of poeple stood right in this living room area; plenty of neighbours came from the front door, there were a small few visitors whom came for Ravens help and royal security for Authur as provided by the queen. Each of these people took care of everything else, was here on top of these attackers. These poor excuses being cuffing up and dragged.
Shinigami assigned to watch this strange pretend human girl. His pale grey hands held out open palms as the tome, the creepy book vacuums back as vague shape of book. Raven was right over to her side, he reach over for the knife to have a closer inspection for what substances is burning her. If she could focus, she would know how to counter this scratch as she had for all her lifetimes taken as god eater meat. But for now, she was in enough pain by the tomes - affected to both knife and the damage of the tome. He looked at the light grazed that bubbles her skin, noting this wasn't the normal reaction for what poison was used.
Or rather, he has figured a little by now that she deeply connected as a Seer blood. So as the tomes have transferred its inflicted issue on her and took her health as exchange. In his mental math and it is somewhat close enough to the turth, the tome was maintaining the peace of souls in the mysterious ways that any universe obsessed of being ordered and clear letters but chaos and smudged lines.
Everyone else has began to react in the meanwhile. In terms of people stood right in this living room area; plenty of neighbours came from the front door, there were a small few visitors whom came for Ravens help and royal security for Authur as provided by the queen. Each of these people took care of everything else, was here on top of these attackers. These poor excuses being cuffing up and dragged.
Shinigami assigned to watch this strange pretend human girl. His pale grey hands held out open palms as the tome vacuums back as vague shape of book shape, hovering just barley out of touch and dripping ink as if bleeding out. Eyeing the changes and reactions the glitching altering textures, materials and formats the tome goes through while in this panic tantrum.
Raven shuffled about his person, a bright spark idea crossed his thoughts and soon with a feather pulled from his divine cloak. In pressing it to the open wound, the acid nature neutralise. The tomes repaired with soothed into a regular format into a medieval parchment in human skin binding. So does closing her arm wound. A little bit of better focus was returned in her eyes. He scoops her off the floor, sighing with relief. She was able to take the knife from him, it was more or less her turn of deeply inspection of the origins.
"How did they get one of those? Is someone selling my stuff?" She looks at the carving and material it is made with, "Never mind. This isn't what I thought."
Raven pulled her closer, blocking her from looking around. He made a soft toned hum and Arthur casts some sort of magic. Her clothing repairs, the tome was flexed from the shinigami and into hidden storage. The whole apartment was straightened and flexed by the bends of shadows and casting wind gushes for dust and ash removal.
The original people that came here for help, not part of the attackers that made a mess of the room, they sit impressed watching the room pull to a normal. The lead speaker cast a nodded approval that this was exactly the right folks for the task. It isnt a mage, and very much not use to magic casting around them. It's bodygaurd made a queued sound of a clear throat; for the seated agent suddenly straighten forwards. Raven sits down across this small apartment diner table, Leana on his lap while still blocking her for any sudden moves or leave of his grasp.
"We need help with a reported classified area. We have to minimize impact the best we can but we require the casts of magic you do to tame it." A man shaped body in clean suit, plastic hand slides a worn file is pushed between, "Or rather, something has changed them. Now its actively hunting humans off the streets." A few raised brows but not reaching the file just yet, "It was sealed. But the world is experiencing gates, magic and a element of destruction that is still being tested with the Helix foundation too." The mock man huffed in odd tone, "Our reluctant to trust other things is natural. But we need help. Dire times means crossing hands with those we wouldn't have. Helix is one those." He lowered in lean forward to peer over his glasses to match with Raven skeptical gaze, "You mages." The mock man tilts back to a blank business composure.
"Interesting for a machine to distrust another of your kind." She snorts. She has a better study of the being, "I guess something happened to the lab workers. So you are using second bodies. You feel human even if you converted." The mock man and his gaurd looking at her sharpish. "The Helix is a crystal technology that started they same goal as you. To secure. To contain. To protect. They just another reality version of you."
Arthur sits scratching his head over this. This was new. Originally, these strangers were just a human not mage government pleading for help. Little did he know it was more. A lot bigger. The darker hidden societies that mages werent part of; the real folks that has been the cleaning the mage issues when mages aren't there fast enough. Anyone knows that knows the Internet and the strange things people search for. They will understandably have crossed 'the SCP foundation'. Passed as a joke sometimes or the new way to pass modern scare stories. Everyone will have crossed a few stories about the objects, myths and secrecy this global organisations maybe even conglomerate.
"The red pond incident was just her." Raven huffed annoyed with posing about Leana, "I consider myself the only being that can handle this crazy." She pouted but the agent wafted this being not what he came for.
"You mages have saved us the waste of resources and one less being to kill from the pond. We already have what we need about that. Instead. This is somewhere else." Left hand slides the file closer, "The underground project from before the first world war. It was contained. It was sealed. A minimum workers had it. Until."
There a long pause and no trade of trust. Raven stares down the machine men with distrust. She finds it odd that there a lack of Omens around. She has even lacked the sight of dreamers. None of her eaters are about. She suspects Raven has a divine or a sort of sealing spell around here. So she shadow flicks through this file, and leans trusting him. But her own left hand soon postures passivs aggressive and interest.
"The gates. You have reason to believe a leak of energy has changed the lock down." She has finished what she needed with the provided file, "Not London. Or as the word goes - Unlondon." She smiles in crossing this place many times before in her dreams or spirit passing sigil, "I can't believe its real here." There a tilt of frowns at her for that. Raven turned of file reading, "You gave us the public documents. You have held back the not public ones." The agent shivered, "Did a rogue lab worker take it to far making the mind control facility or is this a case of a place becoming itself?" The agent adjusted his tie.
"Both. The project was ran by a rogue and his creation turned against him. Before the gates, it was a mirror of London before the blitz... all underground. Using the underground tube bypasses as street mapping. We send people down there to report any potential fallen structural problems. And for years, we handled the increasing intelligence of the puppets." He looked away with not wanting to voice it.
"A gate of the other world opened inside. Growing the intelligence and material access it had. Access to more people." She thinks about that, "And or the opposite. Unlondon is being currently broken down and turned into somwthing worse."
"How can a mind contorl facility get worse?" Arthur reading parts that Raven finished. Sharing it between them.
"When its being used to spread to other surviving bunker vaults. Living test subjects for the thing to learn. It becomes a slaughtering. The wipe out of the other world." She tilts thinking, "But those vaults are tombs of the dead and undead." She can sense in shadow of the tomes in her care, "it gets up grades but no people to rat run its corridors. That's your fear. Its about to be smart enough for that. A matter of time when it has the technology to catch up with modern comforts."
The agent posed about her and Raven shakes in not having answer to why she's in the know. Shinigami steps around and takes possession of the bodyguard to this agent. With checking a phone and making some messages. A prompt about someone trying to access her private information showed to her, she gave a dismissing waft. A soft clothus tapping input, 'its rude to pry into a ladys information'. She made a distorted and dismayed tongue clicking, making the crystal panel on someone else's access glitch and creak.
"Leana, dont break things." Raven voiced.
"It wasn't intended." She replied, "You would think the Helix foundation would warn them about not messing with their top researchers. Reminding me to send mail. It has been a while since I checked in with my pen pals." She freezes up with deep mental notes, "Oh wait. I dont think anyone remembers me."
"Clearly Miss Seer here isnt your typical out the red pond monster." The agent shivered and taking back the finished read through file, "Not a typical anything on many sensors."
"Miss Fallown. Not that it seems much to you. But I hate many of them. Those I was close with arent here. Lord Omens knows what tangle of chaos that anyone Trickster is up to these days." She corrected, "I prefer to state I am human by moral and forced appeal. Plenty aware that my soul walking has led to some uncertainty of being human." Turned away plenty at being to mad to look at them directly. Raven smiled about her reply and guessed she isnt completely clueless of her situation. The warp of magic the mage settlement does to strange things of the Occult occupations.
"So unlondon is the upside-down mirror of pre-great fire London?" Arthur is trying to figure out for himself.
"After first world war. So well after the great fire and the black death." She historically corrected, "So the tallest two building it has access of would be west minister Abbey with the Elizabeth clock tower." She points at him to say the next one and wiggles. He shook and she sighed, "Saint Paul's cathedral with its dome tower, of course." He tilts confused.
"There was a small time when they were redirected the Thames river and the build of the tidal barrier. The several city structural improvements with the embankment. The upgrades to the current air ventilation for the underground tunnel for trains." The agent added to compilations over the years with hiding the unlondon, "Having urban exploration groups with poor life chooses has been the easiest part of this." The agent adjusted himself woth guessing she was the best to handle the next information part, "In thanks to all these projects. We managed to seal all of it to only a core area away. So there isnt a threat for UK ministry of parliament being replaced with flesh puppets." That dropped Arthur to pay plenty attention and Raven to shuffle a little.
"Unlondon isn't just a localized area of underground space that was going to be a place of safety from the bombing. It was a science project to create a sort of governance over its dwellers. The food and drink provided by the vault is unknown paste or strange glowing liquids. Filled of mind numbing cocktail." She smirks of this part that even the agent didnt know, "That cocktail will heal you, cure most cancers and expand your life span thrice over. The exchange is compliance and loose of free will." She pointed in a teacher posturing, "The so call street lights flicker to the plastering posters across the walls. Those are mind tricks. Subliminal mind hacking." She pointed at them to not interrupt her, "And most importantly the four types of made meat machines running the place. Sadly made of those that dont follow the rules or its desperate to maintaining itself. Invaders made into meat suits." She nods mostly herself in recalling the details, "The pigeons and rats are spying on your every motion. The police enforcement. The shop keepers. And the ones that test you." She flatly hands, "The mock homeless one that will beg for your coin. Its the test to see if your follower of the rules." She looked at the agent now, "It has its own krama system, always testing. Always watching. Always to make you one of itself." She smirks of the pale dread by them, "You can access the place and become a resident. By theory if you keep your wit and follow the rules. Its actually a better option then being left outside to the plague or whatever is wrong with outside."
"Plague?" The agent caught her words well. His buddy has this stuff being written down, "Why do you know?"
"She's from the gate side. Or rather, she crossed over the gate and is stuck here. What seems common sense and history for her isnt ours. She knows about you from her side." Raven voiced, "I have yet to fully understand. But she keeps blind sighting me with such obscure occultist knowledge. She can handle, repair and care about these factors we are shielded from." He pointed at the agent, "She is under mage law. By legal law, she is my wife."
The agent takes a lot of back a forth staring. Trades to Authur, who sighed nodding that this was exactly right. The agent leans back to his bodyguard with a few careful words. Somewhere that panel of her information on crystal - shattered. Erasing all that data and backup. There a message to the bodyguard, whom passes a shake. The agent seems deflated and sighed, back to task. Knuckle knocking the unlondon file. Poses open palms.
"It will have seem you have a far better chances of making it out that place alive with her. Miss S- I mean. Your wife." A slight nervous chuckle, "Helping us once and for all containing this area or erasing it. Preferring that the above ground are unaware and none a wise to the turth. The world I live in has become ever more expanding since my recruitment. It would seem you are also facing the expansion with great concern."
"My father wouldn't have sent you to us if it wasn't worth pursuing. I take it the trade deal was favourable for both sides." Authur magic duplicates of the entire worn file, returning the original back over the agent. The agent would have been slightly beading sweat for how easily that whole file was stolen from his fingers. They didn't shake on this or futher this talk. The bodyguard strong arm pulling the man out this apartment.
"Debug." Raven commands and she sees no one acting on that. There was a little sigil prompt showing a loading bar of progress that she missed. She shurgs as she uses shadow slips all these listening devices and curses. Spells too. Monitors of the church of colour too. She gave an all clear of the physical and magic. Her shadow and her physical self was soon pulled sealed. In binding and held tighter then she could breath, "purification within this limit." Raven casts a divine which did a little burning of her skin.
The room wipped clean of all things ungodly and unwelcomed. All but her. She was sin chains latched to him, his burden is her or some aspect. She would have broken free if he didnt then follow up a bewitching undertaker curse. Hugging her into him deeply.
"Her medical report." Raven pulling topic to Arthur and with hugging her tightly to the point of guarding her into his shadow, "I sent off undertakers to do background. I was soon met with a case that was crossing across universes. A demon has been soul tracking her. All those uncertainties and missing pieces." He leans deeply on her, "All those times I been searching for her. I had been so mad of only missing her at a hairs width." He wafted a pane of sigil, "It turns out that there is a set of greater god sin titles, one from our origin and some others. A little bit of clothus play. A lot of sell out from her negative family members."
"So her sheer will to survive across other tomes has good reasoning. Given her broken soul shape would mean she retains enough sense. She isnt avoiding you." Arthur sighed at Raven. Studies the madness, "It wouldn't even surprise me if she handled them herself. Already got payback." Arthur pulls the tome of soul record and with care opens her entry. More exactly her soulless shape entry. He doesnt read it, it is just open, "This feat of having the page open and nothing happening tells me that is also her." He softly has it closing. Raven is quicker in opening it back and bringing it closer. The page ink blurs with alertness of him reading her dark secrets. But its vivid enough of a demonstration. Hugging her tighter. He does seem to be reading it. He knows her picture language. He once brushed her skins and all her private secrets on those too. She can just barely with being bewitched, slam and hide the tome closed. Hiding it back as materials over herself.
"I would be careful whatever you just gained. I dont want to know." Arthur escaping the table, "What we doing about this mock London that the folks came for us?"
"A safe place for wounded hidden beings go." Raven gathered about what he knew, "Creepy place with the ability to kill us. But we have ourselves a merchant exchange valid entry." Leaning lazed with not seeing the hidden laws making sense. He doesnt have the soul abilities nor the soul adaptions to understand anything.
"Why is it so damn bright in here?" Josh softly dials down the setting, came through the front door, "The attackers were sent by anti-royal governance protesters. Got their hands funded with Darkwood and Fallown." He takes a seat with the table and stares confused. The long time of staring at Raven, "Did I miss something?"
"Raven got himself a real wife. Although at first it was the same as per always to be a fake one. His sudden gotten to smitten and attached." Arthur stands up and fetched drinks. Arthur using a lot of shadow tugging and has his hands on some demon made alcohol beverage, being poured into a decanter jug.
"She's OK with being a fake wife?" Josh postures confused of that part and was hung up that he missed the other obvious thing.
"They have history beyond human lifetimes." Authur warns, "She has something to do with saving mages from the lake slide incident. She has something to do with the returned coach of missing investigation members. And... is our creepy demon court paperwork pushed. The one worshiped by the fence eaters." Arthur's back with placing cups around and two pitchers. One the demon wine. The other is... Cherry juice or a sort of refreshing nonalcoholic option.
"The last college student that wasn't taken in. Seems to made a deal with the death order." Raven confirms and continues, "Has all the powers a Fallown and a Seer. Always weird." Smirks, "Can see and hear many gods then just mine. But there seems a strange friendship. She must have some attachments with omens."
"You. You are why. Blind fool." Arthur huffed with hand throws, "I can tell that much." Crossing arms, "There no way that someone like her is just sitting there with a total strangers without a scheme of leave."
"Why bother leaving? His put one of those skin tracking curses on me. It would take pleading Omens to get it ripped out. But I really dont have the flesh or energy for that." She sighed with such a deep seeded defeat tone, "Equally, I dont have to waste my energy returning the favour. The idiot keeps going places out of law. I would end up with Omens squawking that its my fault."
"Which version?" Josh asked in knowing his on the same page with her. While Raven looked to Arthur confused.
"The black matted thing with the vivid nightmare fever highlighted eye or mouth." She tilts thinking, "He walks that black sand a lot."
"I am so happy you know." Josh pouring the decanter of demon wine, "He saved me but then throw me into Marcus. But you did something to the contract. Its different now." Pointing at her.
"Nah, you changed meaning to him. That's what changed your bond." She wafted with more alert and freedom, "I am glad the not trees and others didnt eat you." Josh drinks with having flash backs. Pours a second glass fill, "I would be careful for Jess. Take it easy on the drink man." He pouted at the cup with having second thoughts of downing it too. A shiver. A strike of nerve where it hurts.
"Our Jessica is gone." Arthur softly leans over at Leana.
"Mmm..." she studies Josh, "You do know the dead dream visit, right? She wouldn't be pleased with your drunk head." Josh laughed at that and even cries a little too. He sits relaxed a bit with someone that acts to the news so... I dont know, with kindness and tender. Not forgetting who was and what Jessica was like. Normalising the fact she is gone. It makes it easier. Makes it easier to shoulder memories.
"I have been through the motions a long time. I was in your place a lot, Josh. Different degrees of people, places and attaching bonds. Sometimes I have felt sorrow in the loss of it all. I had once switched off my humanity subconsciously because I couldnt handle loss." She leans over, takes two drinks and poured Raven one. She didnt use either choose for herself, an invisible drink poured into her glass, "I had different degrees of who I was at the stages of these losses. Being the one arranging it all to being the sinner. Mercy it was. One was petty rage." She leans with giving Raven his drink while being comfortable with hers, "A part of me is long lost since then. But its made me gain so much in return. There is power in owning grief. A sort of wisdom that makes you see it in others and know exactly what they need to go on." She tilts with a soft smile, "So dont be sad of her. She's doing well where she ended up. Always using her spare time to visit you. When your happy from within, she is too." He shook so taken into that dramatic turn of words. He churrs over the depth. That she spoke so pure of heart and at no wavering lie. No joke. No emptiness behind that expression. The implications of the way the afterlife seems to work. He had second thoughts about his drink now. He diluted it with the nonalcoholic refresher.
"Given your soul is unmistakable shattered dust, how do you... human like that?" Arthur voicing his worries.
"Some rules never change. I am always myself. I am me. My soul was shattered while I was alive, human and kidnapped into a place that wasn't for humans." She rolls her joint with checking her drink a little, "So I guess given I couldnt be changed from that since. My soul still holds this notion of being human, regardless of what I learn and adapt into. I can confidently say my chooses that lead me as I am, very much of my own human morals." She goes to drink and Raven takes it away. She was given a glass of the nonalcoholic option. She shadow took back her original glass, her mask drinks that while she accepted drinking what he gave her.