Broken faces

Soft paper like hand poses from through the dark, held out in greeting. Mattu coos in bird while he flutters a wing for rebalance. His lord of whom he stood privileged to stand on shoulder of had to dodge sideways in avoiding a thrown mass. The sudden movement is putting Mattu to dance for grapple and stance for himself. They both cooing commentary of annoyed at such greetings from folks that should be 'true titles'. It all being bird talk had meant no one was paying mind or translating it to listen.

"Nice dodge... you both came as I asked. I am glad I can rely on you." The distortion of light spoke as the same side Mattu was on. The damned version of his lord, a ragged clothed thinned boney body with the clay bone white mask. The expression frozen with not a smile nor a frown. It steps over the clothing itself over the host, the mask worn to the side of the head not blocked by Mattu's bird shape. With being on a active damned form, Mattu own feathers were flexed of clothy textures. A clay inlay mask imprinted over the bird face.

In the eyes of the damned, no longer did that void light seem empty or in the slightest dark at all. Now it is was a chambered room that hung many plate faces of many design. There is annoyance and dread pouring from the one figure stood at the rooms center. A reaper clawing through a torn looking tome. Speaking at equal toning to the many hollowed ones hung on walls.

"Move away, I am not a fool." The lord of omens own power had flicked a wing shape across the paper shape figure blocking the entry. It of course shuddered and kneel in welcoming. Mattu stares at the paper mass, he seen damned look like that before... when damned make a promise some way with demons or angels.

They gain a paper texture that visible to gods. 'That paper puppet'... is what gods normally say in annoyance form receiving mail from one. It could be a damned soul of a god... now that Mattu considered it.

"Silver Judgement... or Sean... whatever your name is." The reaper nearly dropped the tome in thier hands and was quicker to be armed with a portion of himself made into a blade, "Very cute... but I am actually your ally."

Lord of omens continues onwards with stepping right up to the the figure. In being this close, it was easier to register what clothing they were wearing... and more importantly the eyes. The liquid flowing silver that even Mattu jumps shoulders to inspect closer... and hope back to his lord for protection. The two divinities spoke in a language beyond Mattu's translation... yet the subject was easy topic of guess. Mattu being directed to sit in his lords hands and pose different directions. Silver also looking closer to the injury too, enough to be wing swatted for hurting Mattu with poking a sore section.

"So why exactly do you think you were sent to a branch off of the future?" Sean asking Mattu. The conversation finally including him and was all the context the blade of judgement required about the current ordeal. Had not needed to know why Mattu was punished by being cut across the face.

"Whatever I said or gestured with Welwick had made that times Welwick think of something. Not my business to understand other timeline stuff." beak taking the moment to snap towards Sean's hand being to close again before continuing to speak, "It wasn't my fault that I pointing out the tome looked off there." Mattu further hiss while avoiding touch again. His lord letting Mattu back to shoulder comfort with enough hands being around to annoy the poor follower.

Mattu couldn't help but look at other damened around the darkness. A lot of the clay masks from the walls have sudden appear beside them with zaper like tendrils reaching over to touch them both. Among the most closet looking are gods of the same grouping that his lord came from... the cultures clothing and token icon symbols.

Not to far away in view was three death gods who were damned. Two were minor host types and the third was the title of death. The essense of knowledge that makes a death god the true title. The looks between a damned true title and the host was drastically different. Host take looks from one view of one culture. The true title is everything that aspect of death ever needs to be, no human assumptions or attachments.

This was very true with how Mattu looks to his god. The damned version was all versions of omens but his host god is the one Mattu trained as a mage under. It was no problem in understanding this either, aware of the turth was all he needed and Mattu still has faith in believing in his host as he would the title had also choosen the host for a reason. Its these sorts of thoughts the could baffle any other god in witness to over hearing Mattus mind.

All Deaths three stood off to the side arguing with damned gods of life. A fuad has always been fought between true titles over life and death rules. It was clear patterns of clashing sides stood screaming at each other... blaming the other for being cursed. Some rules never change, Mattu comfortable in the objective perceptive view his lord has granted him so far.

"Do not touch." Snapping beak at someone's hand near Mattu, it not his lords hand for sure. Making echo like clicks at the stranger daring to reach towards him. Beak jabbing about if he must. Making a big fuss with how more handies these being were to his lord and himself.

"Yes, please stop annoying us. We aren't just damned here. My follower isn't a play thing. He is my friend." This backed off a lot of confused crowd, titled clay faces looking happier... only meaning that they felt worse.

"Wow, wait... you are also the host and the god follower. How did you manage that? Omens that isn't normal." Mattu tilts to notice that even in a clay face, that was a Egyptian god. This sudden speaker was just more interested on being annoying even more.

It looks like one the knowledge based ones. But not as Thoth as humans depicted on tomb walls. The true title of knowledge was sort of in many faiths. Some of the cloth and trickets that hung from it was references of those many other religions. Mattu guessed Egyptian by the skull and face shape. The way the eyes sit on someone's face can tell you what part of the world you are from. Just looking at the true titles shapes were giving Mattu a headache, taking in a lot of details about each damned being. Being this close to knowledge had its side affects, seeping something into his mind.

"Fine... I have to trust that whatever your planning isn't going to kill us all. We already in a mess with these lot." Sean snarled with tearing a page of the tome in his hand, giving it to them, "You swear to me that this is going to James."

"Yes." No hesitation. The tome page alters itself the slap into both Lord of Omens and Mattu. It was uncomfortable like a layer of skin rash was peeling over the arm or wing. The marks of faith and life status were changed over them both. Mattu had sudden need to take a breath in, being in death's domain... a living mortal shouldn't be breathing here. The rasp of Mattu's cooing had altered in sound too, having impact within a realm they shouldn't be interacting to. His lord posed a hand, forcing a gods gate away from this place. Not normally possible if its not with permission.

The door was small and short lived, it was only so that they were out of the vault and back up to the office desk of Death. The two death masters had mid stopped conversation with another visitor as Omens walks through. The door faded away instantly. So did any sense of the aspect of being damned became hidden away once more.

Mattu back to looking like a normal death carrier... wait... He shouldn't be in a bird of this realm if his alive among the living humans. Perplexed thought, Mattu should be ghost bird. That is rule. Maybe having tome page has that side affect, thus Mattu felt excused of his confusion. The page of the tome stuck to him has also gave a underline background of constant discomfort.

"I was just stopping to say I am heading off. That I am no longer creeping around places I don't belong. Keep well and learn hard, new death title. Rest easy old man." Omens giving not a glance to the goddess present.

"Pardon me but what is the god of omens doing in deaths basement?" She sneers annoyed, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Hara, don't play games with me. You would want me to be around to prevent anything untoward of your magic casting." He ruined her hair and leaves a long route.

He walks leisurely past several desks, particularly seeking out to be near the tome of dead names shelving. He hovered hand about with scanning them, seeking something of an answer. He plucked a section from the shelving... it fling itself open to a page and shows the lacking of names... blank spaces. He wiggles fingers over this page and pokes a area of name that was somehow fading in. They both were altered out of shape, poured into the tome and spat out at the other end of where this name was fading from.

Mattu in human form stood off the floor, collecting his god in bird shape beside him. He growls a little in having a headache and eye strain of the light adjustment. An arm posed stopping a young college lad crossing the road, missing the car speeding past. Mattu says nothing, simple just stopped touching the college boy and walks across the road himself. Holding his lord bird close.

"I didn't like that form of travel. It was almost as back at space cut and riding that clawed hand." He complained to his god.

"So you were semi-conscious at the time." Rooing lightly at Mattu, "Take a left." Mattu does so faithfully without any regard of worrying for his own life. Walking across another road, down an small alley... right around past several inhuman shapes. He doesn't want to make knowledge that the graffiti of the mangled form just had eyes following him. It was something Mattu could ignore before... now he couldn't not see them. Seeing these strange creatures of mangled shapes. It crosses Mattus mind that this is what James was meaning when being among the living is hell enough to the broken ones.

"The coffee shop there." The lord hops to Mattus shoulder, as they strolled into a coffee franchise chain. It could have been Coasta or Starbucks, Mattu wasn't at all paying mind about the sign melting into a different logo.

It was dim and comfortable in here, typical of any coffee shop to be welcoming. Brown and creme themed furniture and small tables. There booth like seats towards the back, a few students were sitting back there exclaiming about science equations. Among that group was the lad. He look utter normal, not in the slight twitch of paranoid glances. The lads semi older manners but was speaking the collective topic as his age should.

"This is the nearest you... mmm... but not the you whom I was meant to deliver to. Sorry for being a bother." Mattu scuffed James's head, not even going into a greeting or paying notice to his student friends.

Although, Mattu tilted with quick reading some of the paper. Mutters a few corrections and adjusted tilt to staring around the coffee shop. His lord cooed attention and Mattu withdrew his hands away from the group. Tilting downwards at James still seated and annoyed his hair was messy

"Something seems sad... that is what I should say." Mattu poked James in the right shoulder, "But its two sides of the same coin. Nothing exciting lasts forever." Mattu moves away from them, staring at the walls, reflections and sometimes the ceiling. He ordered his own drink to go, sharing it with his lord at his shoulder. The two leaving shop... poeple being impressed with a tamed black crow.

"Matthew!" James's care takers whom are Mage company agents. The lady was utterly normal, but holds talent if fire casting. She was strong willed and was a little upset with how sickly Mattu seems to her. She was badgering him with health questions.

The gentleman was one of several slave families under the Darkwood... this was Josh. He will take over slave terms when his fathers soul can no longer be of duty to the Darkwood control contract. Mattu knew Josh well with having met in the past several times. Josh was quiet the popular friends of the late King and brother of the late King. Its all in the past, for now maybe.

"I was looking for something off... You wouldn't happen to notice any strange damned around here, Josh?" The two were caught off gourd with Mattu knowing that they can see things like the damned, "My business as a god follower takes me strange places often. I apparently need to find a stranger."

"If you weren't a adult, or a god follower even, I would have told you off for the non-sense. I mean no disrespectful manners with your faith or reasoning. But we avoid those strangers for a reason."

"Very wary and wise for a human." Cooing in a light whisper at Mattu's ear. Mattu echos this in human translation. Making another peer around for the right sort of wrong thing. Josh pouted in being uncomfortable about Mattus awareness. Its easy to pretend the others don't exist when your the only one that sees them... a sort norm that all broken people struggle and follow.

"Whom or what theme are you exactly looking for? I find that they come unwelcome when you recall what that is." The lass was helpful in such tip, as it reminded Mattu that the version of James he was to deliver to was also the freaky thing that claws existence as it pleases. The sort of dread in recounting that strange encounter and the conclusion of being kidnapped by clawed hands. Mattu frowns about such passive thought, feeling a grapple of something holding his left leg.

"It seems that instead of me finding them, they found me instead." Mattu tilts with looking around the street. Wondering about witnesses or cameras. He looks at his lord whom wasn't visible to mortals at the moment.

"Dont die where you shouldn't." Josh warned.

"Oh please, I do that to often to worry. I have my lords blessing and grace to guide me safe." There is that odd look Josh gives, "Besides Josh, the sounds of unfinished business are loud mouths. They know directions if I ask."

There is more hands holding Mattu. Mattu was is being held up then he is standing on any sort of ground. It takes just a moment of distraction for Mattu to be pulled down through reality and leave the two agents standing bewildered in at a high street. His god flying after, being the one providing that distraction.

"You have the tome pages... Sean is very trusting or very angry about something again." There is no sense of trying to scale or find the face of this mass... this was a part of James's spul that guards a fragile area of existence boarders. It holds no shape because it watches the corridor between being awake and dream walking. This is how it does what it does, it takes a moment of daydream to be flung away from any current moment of reality. Given how flimsy Mattu and his god current body conditions met with being dream walkers. This ability to be teleported around was easy.

"Are you whom requested tome pages?" The lord asked.

"No... the angel and the demon were. Both of them are in war rooms trying to settle a unwelcome clashing civil war spilling over a living area of land. It so happens that the tree ent is also nearby and isn't happy about the energy of that war disrupting a fragile time of the mage queen strutting around his territory. You really been a big help in preventing her downfalls. She wasn't cursed like she was in that future branch. Back on track of being our own events of time again." This voice was sort of proud of that fact at the end of his nattering. Plucking Mattu by the clothes to stand mattu onto a god doorway. His lord altered into a gentleman and Mattu leaned in with bird shaping.

Flutters the floor a little from the wright changes. The torn existence fixing itself behind them and the god door faded away.

"Late to the party again, I am do sorry for not joining sooner. But myself and my follower." Mattu is scooped up and carried forwards in a tucked arm, "We have been having quiet the scare of a time."

This was all pleasantries to snatch attention away from other things. Pacing in full circle, strutting beside angels and demons equally. Taking stop to flick someone in the arm or hand a amulet to. Small magic mircale tricks to show off god status. The now and then lean to whisper random words, prediction giving at a vague single worded answers.

It were that of them both standing at direct stare with a dream walker that there was a few higher ranks getting weapons ready for. But it were Mattu whom jumps into the a soft glide to the middle. He lands at the floor, poking at the objects here... items that both sides were offering in a peace treaty.

Little trickets that were actually relics to posion the other side. Mattu just could help it with the attractive glimmer some gemstones had or the art metal craft of somethings.

"God of Omens... its a honour that a true title like you walks among us. To have brought you human follower with you too. You put a lot of faith in a mortal." A clever devil among the demons. The devil is a lord of hell, some small time named demon with a folklore to some small group of living humans.

"Your quiet a idiot yourself. You assumed that you killed that other guy and have the authority to insist a treaty. What a fool." His lord posed hand and Mattu picks up a random shiny object, taking it back with landing on his lords hand. Playing about with the gemstone. Mostly that the foot was holding it and Mattu was looking at it from different angles. Mattu had to give the stone to his lord, but fluffed all happy to be on his lord shoulders.

Tail flicking as he peers with the eye level to all these interesting other side creatures. He was directed attention with his lords instructions to look across. Mattu dances about and wiggles for flight adjustments. Stopped with give a slight delay... delay enough to avoid a weapon through across the room. Mattu quiet happily took flight landing at the the angel and demon portions of James.

"Matthew the follower of omens..." both spoke at the same time. They were suddenly turned away from each other like it was a embarrassing moment.

"Pages of information are for you only. Its itchy and makes me see uncomfortable things." Mattu complains, "Was the tome ways that creepy?"

"Welcome to the annoyance of being slaved to the soul tome. It worse then any punishment in existence." The demons smirks, "What exactly page is being offered anyways?"

"I can't read it." Mattu admitted, "Nor can my lord read it either. We just trusted to protect and carry the pages. Sort like guaranteed trusting, which was what the tree of blue sap said."

"Wow there, careful what you saying. Don't summon unnecessary things around." The angel being cautious and paranoid. Looking around at crowd reactions yet then posing in freeze. The demon also felt that too... staring to Mattu narrowed.

"Sean has hurt you." both again with speaking at the same time. The tone was lowered and uneasy. Both took turn inspecting Mattu's face without further damaging. They both read the Tome soul pages they needed. These pages were given back for Mattu and the lord of omens to give back to Sean. Both gave protection of the realms they came from, a sort of tradition of protecting respect souls from feeling side affects of places beyond humanities reach. Mattu earned it with just holding the pages. These pages were soul names of the homelands the angel and demon came from, all with a indication of what portion of tomes was the other nicknames placed in. Soul names had birth given names too... its the given names that are located in either the book of dead names or living names.

"You should return to your god side... and remember to give those pages to the correct version of Sean. There is another timeline of Sean wondering around the living world at the moment. Our current sycthe is having a headache with the true titles."

"yes... we know. The scythe domain. We know where our Judge of silvery eyes is." Mattu made both the angel and the demon twitch a little. Both turned to each other with asking questions... both have very opposite reactions after muttering. Mattu was amused and plays with the two. Scruff hair or play nipping.

Mattu lands back to his lords shoulder.... making sure that this was done correct shoulder of the correct god. With being totally sure, bumping his head to the ear and cooing. The light sigh of the god appreciative of Mattu's doveted love in the faith. The awkwardness of accepting that his follower is a bird fool that want to be part cat sometimes.

"Well my work here is done. I have business." It weren't any warning of his lord being pulled backwards through a doorway. Mattu was quickly held and protected within his lords arms. Keeping them together. Landing the dusty floor which wasn't at all very godly. But it was for the better. Omens would rather hurt himself then the pride if his follower being injured. Not that Omen could have stopped Mattu being scythe through the face in a tineline they didn't belong to.

"He trusted you with soul tome pages." The glimmer of the walls was not of any decorative craft. The large tunnel system might as well look speckled in white paint in a grey blacken background. The lift of a dragons jaw posed in snarl of the two boys she pulled to the floor from her doorway.

"Correction lady twilight, the scythe of judgement was so annoyed by the all the souls of true titles in Demand form in deaths basement. Sean had told us to let James borrow a peek as some pages. We are expected to return them." Mattu posed with checking his lord condition then being brave in eyeing Twilight squarely. Twilight didn't like the whole matching her gaze thing, backing off with a light hiss.

Somewhere nearby she must have used a leg limb or tail to slam some fools back wheels they belong. Her minor attention of snarling at some gateways into pocket dimensions. Her neighbours whom guard their own portals were having an headache with the souls within the blackmore gates of their own.

"That makes more sense. That it would be a peek look between tome holders. Fine... You have my blessings in protecting souls." She slaps marks on the lord and follower, "Dont you dare ever loose them souls. You will be mince meat for them if you wrong them." She kicked them out of her sight with forcing a gods door open and tossing the lord and bird on the other side. Mattu was human once more and His lord landed hazordly as a bird. Mattu quick to snatch his lord, make injury checks on them both.

"We both agree that being man handled and thrown out a realm is very rude." His lord settles gently with staying on Mattu's shoulder.

"Are we done with being flung around? Or do we have to go back to Death's domain to return the pages?" Mattu stayed on the floor.

He doesn't even know where he was and if it was she for him to move or not. Given the discomfort and chill, this area is full of strange dream creatures and oath hunters. Seedy sort of level, anything here was bad news. Not worth upsetting with giving attention to. Another area of damend souls lingering... a few to many with shattered or broken clay mask plates. The hurt ones whom shuffled to protect Mattu from seedy worse things. Mattu can appreciate these broken souls for what they were attempting. To give Mattu a little courage to not give into fearing his situation.

"We should go give you a break for a short bit. My little fledging is working to hard with little sleep or food again. You mustn't starve yourself. Need to stay stronger, little bird." Mattu felt warmth in the care his god gives. Yet it was also true that a follower was useless dead. Devotion didn't have to mean starving oneself. Not for Omens... other gods like that devotional appreciates.