Abyss from the shade of tome

Stood perpendicular to floor, standing upon the shelving for tomes for the many souls of the dead and those in duty to safe gaurd living souls from interference. This locked area for undertakers to directly browse mortal names who are close to their time to depart from thier mortal shells. However due to divine interference of gods or because meddling these lives have to much a impact to cause damage around them. It happens to be a forbidden section that acts as the Kings office. Only the king is legally allowed to browse these names. Most of the shelving is god followers or gifted humans with to much extra soul. Making soul extraction by the normal means not simple for the average reaper or undertakers.

She lowers them both to creep and crawl, it was the suitable unsettling method for the disguise they are. The wisps of clothy influences pats and musical pattern, deeply echoed the shelving and creaking the structures in places not used to the strain. They sink slightly out of veiw, where only the clay white faces gleam slightly from the voids of light. Spying into watching those still here and the sort of conversation they stumbled to.

"Any news of the reactions that any of the Tricksters had to hearing my death?" That of those paired to look after the king shook heads at the door. The king sighs and peers deeply to a ring on his desk, such item turned rusted and shattered. The stone within it melted and fades colouring, "Clearly a fake ring, it was only..." The stone clicked back to the table surface as a solid form, slightly rolled. The wobble was distracting from how a clothy hand reach past the Kings shoulder and takes it away. Passed over to the other figure, the two ghouls mutely in glare about the stone. The second guy taking it and hiding it away. The King seems composed, staring slightly over shoulder. The first figure the returns clothy limbs jabbing the king in areas with posed fingers. The cold invasive nature of the ghouls arua makes the king forced out his seat and away from the figures.

She posed at stopping Curiosity from standing somewhere telling of who he is. She drags him with her to peer about the king deeper, now that man stood out to the open and was easier to poke at. Always finding to reach and brush skin. Curiosity unsure of the purpose, shurgs briefly then join in harassing the king. Curiosity was prodding areas he knew better to piss the king off more then she did. The king is very uncomfortable, trying to get away from them. However, just as undertakers are ghosts to the mortal world, as too the masked ones of the damned to the realm of undertakers. There is little to stop a ghost pestering you.

"Stop it!" She stops with holding Curiosity to pause too. She peers deeply waiting. She threatened to continue the longer the king was taking, "Why?" She twirls around even with Curiosity danced along with. The masks in several different levels of scowl. A snarl had even pulled in a corner of her lips. She reached right to the Kings chest with one cloth limb and pulls upon a sinners chain, she tugged it and he was forced by it pull to stumble. She let's him fall at the floor, standing over him the chain still presented as a seeable thing to them both. Curiosity had even followed the length of this chain around to see how the king was able to stand it. It was clear now, she was poking the chain and not the king. She shakes it as suggesting her why. Snarling with a soft sound now.

"If my crime was so great, why have I not fallen to hell?" She drops lightly it since there wasn't an answer for her to give even if she did - she wouldn't dare speak word now. Her hands still snaked about, seeking the perfect spot.

"Pardon me." Someone entered the office, she stands giving the entity space and will choose to respect the grim reaper. She had even forced Curiosity to stand aside while the being was here, "Interesting." The god notes of their behaviour and turns back to the king, "I suspect I wasn't the only unhappy one. Tampering with your own name is forbidden for a reason. Your permit as the king was not to be abused." Death is a god of many faces.

This version was the second in command to the god realms death soul collection. The guy only shows up if something was a matter with the tomes. The pale blue skin and sunken eyes, death as if the corpse was past due. Dressed on long sways of folded cloth, wrapped decent. As always, there is a book and scythe. Floating at reach. She is compelled to the book and hovers softly at checking the conditions. She makes a hiss for when the king apporached. The death god snatching the Kings collar in time from not being punished by the tome itself. No one must ever interrupt a book keeper from thier total attention to inspect a nooks condition.

"Do not court with the aspect of the tomes protection. I have seem many gods be devoured by the books. I would even go far to say that the layout of these tomes in this office is just waiting to be murdered by them." setting the king back in his seat like a parent putting the toddler to a high chair, "Your letter about why you couldn't find a undertakers name. It's what you should ask the core keeper about." The king frowns at this idea, "You don't trust the girl that put you soul back together. That's being rather a hypocrite." The death god knows, as gods tend to if it is important to thier duty, "She snatches broken names and heals them whole. She's the only known being in a multiverse to fix broken names. Her skill on healing names, saves souls that should have been lost from the books. She paid a price to have several souls physically repaired. Yet you choose to distrust her?"

"Yet she lives up to her nickname." She rolled her eyes at that, unable to ignore these two talking about her and for now left the book alone. The book was in fantastic condition, she was actually pleased by this. She gifts the god with something important, wrapping her clothy form to pull something out of air, like a invisible shelf had produced a book from out if reach, to have attention to her and then dropping book upon the gods open hand. The book is worn out and promptly looked through. She posed inspecting the death gods reactions, sort of clasped hand in hope the god understands the gift.

A copy of the guide to traverse the multiverse community, printed from the anothers universe. It hides or shows what suitable information needed to it's reader. She has plenty of copies. This death god has plenty of knowledge to left this universe at any time, he will do eventually. This book is just a suitable parting gift to protect the fella.

"Graceful. I am grateful that you trust me." She leaves the reaper be, back to glaring down upon the king, "Tampering with names in the times can damage more then just you but those around you too. Your wound would have reflected on your partner... ex-partner." Death corrected himself, "Don't make a fool of Curiosity. It's not my place to judge souls, but I know that doing any harm of his trust will have consequences you not going to recover from. His name is not in the typical section for a reason. Something beyond my sight as a god. We have chosen to not question the book or souls that it protects. Its actually very selective. I have seen souls rejected from entry into this universe. I watched them be ripped apart by monsters beyond the boundaries. I have my thanks for the tome saving me in time."

This death god actually belong to a different page of another's tome. He witnessed something that her typical souls in the normal tome could never do. Its not a surprise that this death god has PTSD, the true form of tomes are terrifying enough to make god eaters flee. This courtesy of wording the warning plainly had the king pondering his position. She was back around the king in tampering with the sinner chains. To exactly what point was she trying to accomplish was any had to guess, the tomes became active for a moment - waved of thundering. A section at a time open, thrown fast in breezing the pages and tossed back closed. Someone else is attempting to open the records for Curiosity's name. She was likely the only person with thst sort of access but she's being avoided too.

"Courting a fake death or are you being cursed?" She had eventually make found a link in the chains that was perfect, something she was able to as a core keeper is to attach a new length of sinner chains. She give the new attachment a test with no weigh baring. She becomes please with the work. She allows the original weight if the chain to take hold. She had even pulled Curiosity to watch from a distances, just in case it was a weight enough to make this king a sinner. No... but the discomfort of the length being added was not mistaken. This new chain itself was quiet a narlled bitten, rusted and sharp. Curiosity nods at getting it now, this was the tomes choose of neutral punishment and unfolds her hands in checking the names condition. A hidden method of using the book.

"Get out of here, pests." Ashes thrown to dispell or send away evil spirits. Yet she is able to do things many can't fathom, which was to have it suspended in the air in a form of a shield, causing it to be turned a barrier against a demon that could attack these two masked strangers. Even the god of death had seen that failure.

"Can't exactly tell something to go away when you need it." Death does however take hold of the death names tomes. Having it flickering through in check of things, "Since I happen to be in a room with you." He finds a page, "This section." Presented it open towards the two damned. She snakes about looking at it with finding no issues whereas Curiosity flinched and was trying avoid it. She waves the ashes and flicked over the page and for whatever was an issue was now fixed. The ashes filling on gaps or made it readable. She tilts in how the god was no exactly sure why that works, having to force himself to just guess that it's her way of things. The prolong tilts of inspecting and the slow fade of the page disappearing. She makes a gesture, a hand sliding her arm surface. Death tilts at sliding his hand across the tome page, he peers deeply at how his able to feel something he can't see. She forced the two of them to duck, a undertaker weapon thudding above their heads.

"But this method is considerably dangerous." Death ponders. She had no further actions with the god.

Whatever was up with the undertakers, Curiosity had been in the thick of keeping up. Some sort of argument between a pair who just entered and that of those still here. The ladies were no longer kneeling and were heated in making some sort of demands. The weapon the was sent flying was just making sure they were aware of the two strangers in here. Still whatever the arguement being states is, there being two unknown beings plays no matter. The king was not impressed at all with how open this conversation is going.

Curiosity, realizing that he has the immunity to play a stranger, takes advantage of things. He started going through a ton of crap and throwing it around. He played it clumsy in spilling inks on documents on the desk or nicking what will seems like random items. An added bonus was being a literal ghost to these people, they aren't able to grapple or prevent him doing this crap. He had pointed directions for her to join in, other cabinet files for her to pillaging through. Ticking the king off into a rage, he attempts a power undertakers have, providing that the soul his trying to exactly force was one that belongs to hell or heaven. The result was basically a light show that was mostly ineffective at getting rid of two damned forms.

She shook a sort of religious thing towards Curiosity, who knew the item and was happy to have it. There a deep frown by him crept from ear to ear, the smile of the damned. A mournful glint at the eye, she could tell his really taken to have that item like it was personal and brought deep inner peace.

"Don't take that!" Away it folded into the clothy forms and the two twisted in deep frowns, just the sort of regret needed out of the king. She pokes at nicking other objects in here, stuff she trades with Twilight all the time. The sorts of objects needed throwing into the river styxs. The last draw at the bottom, she broke the lock to access it. It was a jar, a knife and a book. She felt the segment, its a forbidden tome within the tome collection. Its something that doesn't have a shelving to call home. She takes all three items. Even Death had reaction in seeing that forbidden cover, the abyss compendium for lost myths among dream worlders. Its a section she only heard of from the insane guy. His copy was massive then her universes. In some way it was actually pathetic thin, causing a slight concern in her. The knife was a morphing object and could actually be a key into one the abyss gates. She personally doesn't feel cursed by it or any adverse affect. Nor does touching the book.

"Don't open the jar." The pleading by a lot of people, she inspected it closer and then actually laughs. She knows what that is and their scared? She jokes threatened to open it. They all dove for cover but death and her. She slips it hidden and in her hand returned was one those candles she made. Curiosity pokes glance at what she was really doing, plays it cool lim3 he knew she do that. The candle was a mock of the realm the dust came from. She lites it with a match and sets it on the cabinet top, the sulphuric natural haze pulls many away from the candles gloom. She and Curiosity had their laugh. He puts the candle out, tossed it back for her to put it away. She grapples his hand and tugs them through a gate, created by the candle. Leaving behind the undertakers and death god.

Onto through the gate to the realm of a lava floor. The horizon seems bleed of a haze constantly being waved by heat or light trickery. This is a realm that damned would use as a slip through, only brief and quickly too. Yet given she's more living and Curiosity is a undertaker, there isn't a concern for being damaged by the haze. Although equally they can not stay long, for obvious reasons.

"Welcome to the surface of one the many dying stars or the near budge of the black hole about to fold in." She announced playing about, "Many spirit people use these many star places as crossings, literally the light a bridge way between places connected them to such areas." She tugs him to a soft soil spot and dove a hand to scoop a surface amount. She grins as she filters it into his hands. He had a very blank expression about him. She tilts in no able to understand that expression. He looks at the grains filtering out of his hands and returned to stare at her when it stops passing through.

"I have a lot of questions." He finds a flat deep tone.

"I gave up a long time ago." She play pats his arm like it wasn't a big deal, "Look there plenty here to keep hell toasty." She twirls and a dust cloud drawn from it flickering in sparks. Arcing static in rainbows. She loves it and continues dancing about to make more rainbows. Giggling as a child does. He was now the one that pulls her, afraid of the thing's that could live here and that her actions would attention danger. Taking her hand and pulling them out of that place. These two were back in her dorm, her living side snoring away and in plenty of time to be hiding away all the goodies from today. He glares in discomfort that she is both stood at her bed side and sleeping soundly in bed. She twirls with still some dust left on her, sparking dancing coloured lights around the room. She softly song and dances playfully enjoying her dream. She stops and takes a bow, dawn approaching has some filters of curtain light fade her dreams away. Once the light of the morning sun shot through, she was awakened with a stretch. A loud yon. She rubs an eye and lazy took out a notepad. She either was jotting notes or drawing something. Once she was fully awake, she inspected the work and shurgs. She moves it to the side and hops off bed, getting ready for her day ahead.

"Not a lot of living people realize what they are doing when they are asleep. An average dream walker ends up in a dream realm, safe among the concept creatures and protect by the curtains. A dreamer can't be harmed in a dream world. Sometimes god followers are guided to other realms by those that choose them, they risk thier lives doing so. No protection by dreams of you wonder away. Some wonder to long lost away from dreams and turn into a damned... a spirit without a body, who didn't die a natural death. Coma folks are such vessels of spirited away souls." She was about brushing her hair when she started talking softly of this subject, she can sense this was his concern, "Every souled creature can have this happen to them, even the tomes. It takes someone bending the rules slightly to find lost things, lost names and even entire realms." She turns to him and reached through her chest, like her hand wasnt even made of living material, removing the abyss compendium. She feels surfaces and softly opens the first page. She brushed her hand along the index. To thin for a index this large. She closed it and poured her mind deep into the content, she senses the directions for all the content pages. All the pages are in prime condition and seems that they are being looked after by folks that worship these pages. She let's these pages be for now. It would be disrupting the order of internal affairs if she was to steal pages back into the tome. Spying on the conditions and taking them back if problems rise is better.

"So the tomes or tome has a soul?" She fades back the compendium for the time being, "Why have you never told me that fact?" She inspected his genuine expression of hurt. It looks more like a slight smile. Suitable for a cursed soul.

"The books have begun to start trusting you again. They been testing you for a while, so I heard. The souls of many that look after the tomes and the tomes who are the embodiment of themselves." She tilts, "You could say you are an uniquely one of a kind in this universe. The only soul tainted by wrapped time and other things. You bring forth something to this universe that could change everything or nothing. A single thread that no gods could reach but you can drag even a living human to the afterlife." She gives a proper greeting like it was the frist time, and someway it is. Its the frist time a tome has been created for Clothus names in a natural way. Not torn fragments from tomes sewed together - which that inane guy did for Twilight, "I am the core index keeper of this universe. Internally you call me 'Tricky' or whatever living names I carry. My boundaries name is not ever normally used. I am the page devourer." She allows the hollow reflection of her soul to briefly show before them. She sees his fear and away she hides that horror once more. She seems all the sudden older and taller. Like time blips a moment for such appearance. She torn the very skin off her, blood dripping at the floor. By this alters form of the flesh, morphed and flexing to suit needs. By the time it came to be at his reach, a small thin book was presented before him. He only had to blink for that little girl to be stood there holding out a notebook, "With this a peice of my soul and flesh. We grant you something even gods can never obtain. From this second on, you are the soul keeper of all names of the race categorization labeled 'Clothus'. You are by the way of things the precursor and God of the realm in your hands. May the influences be a great deed upon this universe." She stares in waiting for him to take it.

"Sorry... you lost me around when you torn your flesh off." He was dazed at looking at the floor where a puddle was accumulated.

"Well don't waste my blood by just staring at it. Sheesh. It's the very ink to the pages." She forced that book to his hands, he too was taking a moment to blip in and out of time. Returns back no different the before, still looking at the floor puzzled by the blood puddle. Yet the book and him are one - in a sort of afterthought, the blood raised and filters his tome pages. Names suddenly appeared. or rather the title name of the tome and the keeper looking after it was written in. There is a index and glossary in his book. The language is without doubt - clothus. Some words in the glossary is clothus into this universe languages. Stable universal laws that should be the same for all segments of the core tome.

"I suddenly have a empty realm in my pocket." He notes more to himself.

"Congratulations in becoming a realm keeper." She pats his shoulder with a solid feel, likely due to the strong bind to the tomes that this was easier to do. In spite of him being a ghost in the living lands or that he is a Clothus more then a Undertaker. Either way, she sorted out her backpack now. She let's his mind wonder. He wasn't at grasping anything. She was ready to head to breakfast when she took a full turn to look at him.

"I have the means to fetch the lost souls outside this universes boundaries." Was his assumption so far.

"More like that I have given you a rope to pull you back if you wonder away to far but there is chances that you can break or loose your way. No matter how long time passes for your soul, you will always be able to return here. You were accepted among this universe as a resident. I will come to collect your dying faded soul someday." She wasn't speaking in a human manner, it was telepathic as undertakers do or even the way souls do, "Devouring pages is my duty. The tool I was shaped into."

His skin was like folds of pale clothy texture that contains a abyss like mist that hung about the air. He appeared at glance a human or a undertaker. Yet paying attention to the finer details, his face a clay like mask that constantly molding in to his expressions - like the surface of milk that ripples shapes of cream. His hands were contained in gloves to held keep their shape. Noticeably his hair was ethereal, sometimes not even visible like an poorly faded image effect by a tool computer.

She wasn't even scared of these changes. She looks him right in the eyes and held a genuine smile.

"I hope we can work together again. That finding lost pages can be an effort together." She offered her right hand and he can see right through that or that he thinks she using her right hand on mistake. Another error was her choose of 'again'.

To him there was no history. He said nothing and took a new formed gateway to someplace. He didn't even say goodbye. She scrunched her hand for now and took turn to focus with her living life. To take her stride forward to whatever the inner universe had planned for her. She does constantly look back at hoping to make checks for him. To sense of he was OK, but it was inevitable that the connection would severe eventually. Out in some other universes that will be a Clothus soul named Curiosity.