Restoration of influences

The auditorium line of many seats and desks which is suitable for normal University students were worn and creaky. At this present time as more settled for viewing, currently lines of nobility families, the top respected craft makers and even two rows of whom remains as part of the cathedral of colour sanctuary. There was still many more whom couldn't be in the is room, so there was a camera set up at the very bottom which feeds to locked access through internet for live streaming.

The few speakers were seated at front staging ready with files of their speeches. There is also a projector set up to make images larger for all to see during such speech. Things were already a shock for loosing their island home, now forced into alien environments of strange technology.

"They beleive that the electric in the lights is a gods blessing." The mutter from someone whom has never seen mages before.

"It will always be that way to them. We didn't learn science like you. We use some the same exact methods of living in some cases just go about it in historical fashion. We simply refused technology like using electronic devices. This difference has lead to a several generations of dislike for anything from off island." A mage whom has became acquainted with the new lifestyle. A business owner himself and was a big help to teaching mages the 'new world', "The eldest are the ones the most anti-tech. From what I was told, the attempts of bringing in kitchen appliances like gas stoves was met with... displeasure."

The two hmm in thinking just how out dated the society is. Both looking at their speech papers again for practice read. The room stands with the announcement entry by even higher bloodlines. That of the Queen making a sudden and unreasonable decision of taking part. Yet she wasn't here to speak... only that she seated to listen to these speeches too.

Following the last to walk in was the face of MAC, a well suited fair looking face. Any mage could say inhuman, given no contraction from the pupils when stepping into brighter light or lack of breathing patterns.

"Good greetings for all of you able to be here and I hope good recovery for those watching by other means. This long hull of discussions is going to take some of us several repeated watches and others are going to adapt just fine." Welwick poses with using his hands as he spoke, skipping any sort of introduction of himself. He gives a vague explanation of the overall recent events and then subject changed to suit the next speaker. He used their last name only with presentating these folks up. The demon is very adapt at keeping conversation controlled and interesting - clearly this is the sort of thing this particular being 'lives' for. He certainly makes for good entertainment for repeated rewatching.

The next speaking is accurately more a mage language translator whom is laying ground work of some concepts of the English language before things continue. They will be speaking in turn of four others throughout the whole discussion as interpreter and gives quick demo of connecting to a separate network for their voices to overlay the discussion. For those in the room, they have phones with ear piece set ups. This long pause was to sort all technical issues and teaching mages what was needed for now. It also counted as the first break for anyone needing a drink or the use of facilities.

There stood at the very top of the furtherst seated was Mattu, his eyes dancing about the people. As was his lord in bird shape on the right shoulder, whom wiggles about in fascination of the mage reactions to things. At the side of him, seated in the chair was a hoodie wearing teen, James. He was typing heavily on the laptop and was on constant jumping of web pages or writing four different word documents at a given moment. Just as frustrated with the current situation away from humans as Mattu is in glaring at the inhuman hidden among the auditorium. There a slight twitch in fast tilts to seeing one moving around, hand flutters of topic.

The most important details that being over looked as decorative student art is the hung of 'drama masks'. That of the enders helping to oversee the wreck of the clothus. Each satisfied of having enough repairs in thier own soul tomes to disconnect from here when they want - to vengeful to leave the clothus unpunished.

"Someone wanted me to tell you that the fields of undead are smooth flowing." James mutter softly.

"It means the back log of souls from my time with the title are finally sorted." Martu has some relief in the goodish news, "the walk of sinners on the highway of hell will be back to the average measurement."

"The corpse carrier will be able to enjoy his job then." James notes to himself. Mattu doesn't want to ask such strange thought from what looks like a normal human.

He has came to accept that strange acquaintances of otherworldly beings is just natural happening to cursed souls, going to further thought of it would be weird if it wasn't a hard fact. Its the odd comment of strange knowing that comforts Mattu, that his not alone in being insane in secert.

"Is this corpse carrier a hell being?" Lord of Omens posed wing at beak, tilts in looking down the boy.

"If you call that realm that, yes." James doesn't miss a skip a key while keeping taps on the laptop. He does however look back to the omen god in a light nodded bow, respecting the Lords presences. James most noticeable pays might to which shoulder the god was sitting on, as this was a indicator of the tension between the mock humans and living unaware ones.

Welwick gives indication of folks needing to take seats once more and that there is continued talk of topics. Going with the new laws and regulations. The most drastically of them is the culture shocks of denial of magic use at all. Although there was time and place for magic use which he gives to next speaker.

The foundation of academy across all areas of mage occupation; surpassing energy magic is very deadly and practice is important for controlling it. Denail of magic doesn't mean a death sentence. A fear among the older generation has been quelled with this.

There is purpose of use in continuing some magic practices in secret in order to help clean the sea and land of the wasted decades. There is also big money in oil refinery, recycling and replanting forest groves. A very eco sentiment in the speaker whom assumed the folks they were going to speak to wasn't already nature heavy.

Welwick shuffled them off stage as the more unnecessary the things were being for now. He gives stage to a pair of scientists whom explain why things were as they are now. Why this panic of world collapse of ecosystems and among other things. Mages were just as guilty for cardon emissions as any other countries - so there was no blaming or being hypocritical. What they want most to teach was the rest of the world's ideas of helping put this global scare. Admitting that there was enough happening, on everyone account. Going as far as being blaming themselves too for the lack of efforts. This was part of the big deal. That of disease control, in hand of development and wealth of lower countries and trade dealing with resources.

Welwick does a nice smooth summary of the general description of it all. Segway through to his own speech about what MAC is, the small history behind it and what of its to Mages now. The speech didn't seem at all important until some penny drops of some facts sliding. Raising the stress of the room. Such as how current housing within the MAC hidden village platform Malls work and the services provided to apply for off land housing. This simmers into answering some general questions from the crowd.

"So how exactly does the government we knew slide into you lot of this company?" A lot of anger nods and lowered hands as many thought the same question.

"It was ordered by royals that any of this company exists at all. I may have glossed over the real history for a short summary for this discussion. Its complicated but at best of a answer. The Queen will be taking the largest share holding of the company, thus allowing royalty and nobility to have sway of Mage ways. Academy of Mages was set up by MAC founding and hiring. So it too is affected by MAC regulation." Welwick pouts a bit with trying to make it easier, "MAC might as well be the Mage government. As everything this company does is a direct mirror of Mage society laws. The big wig table the debate chamber. The panel faces are yourselves. I go at very least the only minor changes is forgein government officials sharing seats and the locations that government regulations are placed." That satisfy the majority, "The loss of land doesn't mean a lost of identity of being a nation of our own. We are just very unique to other nations." The stress is lowered enough once more. Still present but under control again. This were going into a long lunch break and some thinking time for most adjust with what exactly was to be.

"I had a question... but I take it that we unwelcome types should be asking you creeping folks." A clothus a row down turn to look up towards Mattu, the god of Omens and James, "What exactly happened to the societies of shadow, dream walkers and well other subclass along side humans?"

"We hide in plain sight, sometimes we hide in darkness and just are invisible to humans in most situations." James speaking ahead of the rest, "You clothus break the boundaries that protects the hidden. This is why most realms you been in have grown to hate you all. There's peace in how things should be, not the way you make them."

"Clothus account for the genocide of whole worlds. Your meddling and ways of life isn't natural to the rest of us." Mattu agreeing to James point.

"Shadows are called that for where they hide most. Dreams and fear manifestations shouldn't be able to walk the waking worlds unless directly tailored to a moment of omen like fear or warnings. Most dream walkers say watching visitors of their realm from thier side." God of omens towering by leaning over the clothus while speaking. A soft hissing whisper over the question maker.

"A waste of soul potential and slavery." The clothus shuddered in the tension of being watched or whatever it had assumed in moment thoughts.

"Because of Clothus, existence for us all you touched was nearly wipe out. There is protection in boundary keeping. Prevention of the things that don't belong to exist and laws." James slowed in typing, "Have you very asked why your realm has a roof? Not a open sky like the realms you conquered."

"Pardon?" The clothus is confused and Mattu whose soul was once a Clothus himself. Its a oddity that the lord of omens didn't now at all, his existence only ever bother with this universe. To hear that there a whole universe without concept of sky, space or time... it was confusing.

The topic was altered with the seating of most people back from lunch. Humans talking to humans, they being less shy of topics of lifestyles. A steady talk of culture things they were learning about through this meeting. Mostly everyone was back on seat as the return back from lunch was straight forward through into talking about countries.

By now, everyone has a clear place to go. Even if it was just moving to the next best services. Groups of families were confident to work in trade with headquarters malls in suitable countries for their collective business profits. Some smaller or lower class citizens were able to find place as agents for MAC or labour hands to the businesses regulated by MAC. Children in for schools in the academy. Partnerships with outside mage society was allowing more jobs, freedoms and to disconnect with mages entirely.

The auditorium was back to utter silence as the next topic is brought forth, this was the roll out rules coming into immediate effect as of the second that this meeting was finished. Listing what is now considered crime, the punishment and the due process of law. On being under the protection of very supportive development countries, these rules are theirs and can't be changed by Mages. There was due process for living on another's soil, and mages have to respect ground rules. The confiscation of items was for public safety; being drugs, knives and other things. Ceremony items and family keep sakes are allow just not publicly carried around like status symbols. Swords being the particular issue of why this was being addressed.

"So dark ages." Passing a upset mutter by someone on stage.

"But they live healthier lives then you or me." the leave of normal folks. The hall being cleared of anyone lower the community.

Leaving Welwick to wait for the last thread of higher heads to replace. Take seats. Those whom are left of the royal bloodlines, their closest allies and the other countries with each representatives. Welwick gave nod for the dismantling of camera and kits, concluding the talk suitable. The translators finally leaving from the stress.

"So what sides of business are we wanting to speak of first? this isn't a invite for the unwelcome to take over." Welwick snarling at few stood clothus. The clothus sit back down with watching mutely.

"The Company deeds hand over." The queen petting her unborn, she wanted the stressful big deals sorted. Mattu walks down, nearly soundless due to the curse on him. The voided black feather bird on his right shoulder with a much more normal smaller crow on his left shoulder. Hood up and completely covered, wouldn't have been recognized if he didn't tilt about so much.

"The less stress there is the most success she is further in their health." Mattu softly giving bow to her, "Everything is ready for you... yet I would have recommended after lesser burden of carrying."

"I would like the documents but until such time, you can keep it all straight as my father ordered you." The deed in wax seal give to her, "Besides you are already a fitting adviser to the crown. I seen you work frist hand over the past months. I seen you demands fall perfect performance. Even in considering the times without Welwick around you kept good." Praise that is returned in a bow, then back to hiding around some spot close (out of the direct light).

"Well now that it is established that there been no changes to how we prefer to run things. We are back to having to find new connections and established trading for the off worldly spell craft items needed."

"In terms of what I do know, there is gates that have always existed that act the same ways as the gates on the island. These gates are just more temperamental of when they work and sparsely laying across the wider world more. As for the cultures on the other side of those gates, they have adapted to the locals of that land location, as does the types of trade for the same items as before. It wouldn't be hard to obtain the glory of before, just the challenges have changed on you." Welwick giving a dull dislike of this topic, "You will be fine in no time."

"Forgive the servants misunderstood view. He isn't human." James walking down with the laptop folded under his arm, "Sourcing the herbs, sand and creature scales for the practice of dark arts isn't going to be breeze. Your talking spying onto other countries hidden cultures, breaking into historical protected sites and potential upset of locals. You only luck for any sort of fast delivery would be god followers from religions not part of our cathedral of colour sanctuary. And since you having to ask forgein gods for things you shouldn't have had anyways; you might be met with some total denial access to the spell crafts that you used to do." James staging himself on the front of everyone, "You will either break laws or change you ways."

"Pardon me, but what have you got to do with anything here?"

"Kill the pump mood, Darkwoods. For what you see to be a no one is someone you should be thanking. The realms you so beloved to be a nose in are still existing because of the sacrifices he made." Welwick standing up for James had even taken the clothus backwards. Mattu may had stepped forwards slightly too but returned back with Welwick speaking. A notice of the Queen taking this seriously due to the emotive defence Mattu gave. Her late husband's only survived bastard is a useful tool, it weren't because of the power the child seems to have.

'Its clear in how the kid bows and lowered himself often at anyone that proves the child lacks status and nobility. So the kid has a different type of power that has proven better use for us', so she lingers on thought. The omens slide gaze over the queen as she was weighing her opinion of listening to a brat. The lowering to maybe hope to seek something deeper about her eyes. Stopped as Mattu casted a spell of magic blocking any harm over the child.

"Gee, so nice of the cursed side of the family to care." Smoothly walked in through the curtains of existence between one plain of sight to another, a strange but welcomed silver eyed judge waltzing in, "How caring for his step mother to no be meddling with fate threads again. The last altered command of fate as you requested to your goddess was a right mess up. Not that you would care about whatever land of hell you terrorized." The uniform of a grim reaper is always suitable to what culture and custom of death practices they are meant to representing. For as many death gods Mattu has witnessed, this reaper seems always a little off... as if he never suited the uniform at all. Mattu's continued preference of calling them the silver eyed reaper is the only unique part of this being. Although Mattu doesn't have a habit of lingering near someone that soul snatches at a moments fancy, another discomfort about this exact reaper. Topping off with being a keeper of the tome compendium of souls and soulless.

"Judge of souls, welcome back." Welwick bows deeply. The stand of all Clothus bowing, all snarl in discomfort.

"I came to be a distraction. Thats what he said." The annoyances of being used not in his intended purposes.

James doesn't make any movement at all, even stopped breathing for a prolonged moment. Mattu ducks on instinct, just with wanting to not be mistaken as a Clothus. The crow on the left shoulder leaves. The lord of Omens hissing at the how rude it was to dare touch near his follower, animal influence over the etiquette of a god. As normal for how Omens preferred to show himself.

The leap of many snatching claws, taking punishment in their own hands on the Clothus here. A limited time window of giving their punishment before disconnecting from the events of time around here.

Just a flicker of the lights of the room, and there was no Clothus left alive or even left in a chuck of corpse present. The judge makes writing into a open death tome. He nods as he wrote, likely being the only one hearing the voices to spell the names correctly.

"With you around back with us, there is order enough for us to move on." The Queen makes for her continued listing of what does seem possible to find from other sources. The needed establishment spell casting that goes unchanged behind closed doors. She recognised that there is ways to live closer to gateways while being able to harvest trade of spell craft within the royal and nobility.

Her ideas of where best to make use of faulting houses that was prime estate on market for the rich and pocket ton like her and the royals. Knowing that MAC housing isn't for them. They whom already live life without need of electricity. Housing in England, Wales, heart lands of the tundra of Serbia and the woodland groves of North America. Electricity is low access or totally cut off but there was bounty out the door for them. Enough to control magic at its finest.

The Queen words was quiet the celebration that all of them needed, going long with the queens plans. James Crafter left in the dust of being ignored, he wasn't alone with the wary discomfort of the practice of royals not changing. That the cursed magic from the dark arts of the family was being accepted.