Week 2 begins: Survivalist.

The bell rings for second new week study. A new week long topic to be introduce. Out with technology and in with talking about nature. The depth study is natural disasters. They will be doing drills for the many types of safety measures in place. Explaining what and why we do for such emergency events. There was a ringing bell system, fire alarms and the intercom speakers for students to listen for. Each day this week will be how nature controls weather and the impact to human life.

Hurricanes, tornados, wild fires, school attacks and even if the two mixed. Say a school attack happening during a wild fire. The safety measures are being put to the test the the way the new students and the residents react to events. Even computers on a network will have screen flashing colours to inform teachers which mix response need to be made.

The aim of this week is 'saving lives'. The homework by the end of this was to design a poster that could be used in the school to remind folks or tell visitors what to do in such emergencies. If anything, all these counter measures for disasters are reasons to leave this country when she was old enough and had the money. At least she already had her poster idea even before this week began.

Their will be two human figures. One outside a window in a landscape of all these disasters. This outside guy is a faceless terrorist that was just as much a danger as the weather outside. The other human figure will be hidden under a table, a silhouette hiding and waiting for danger to pass. Maybe even prayer. If anything, the poster was a social commentary of the fear Americans have, misguided in assumptions and misleading the outside world. Just for added measure, adding a ravid bear attacking the guy with that gun would make it better. About to be murdered by flying shrapnel, flames from a wild fire cause by careless smoking, lightning striking a power generator. The background will be the tsunami about the flood the place. Makes hiding under a table in prayer pointless. Humanity have survived greater odds.

"The best examples are going to be put forward into a book. A choosen artwork will likely be interviewed in making an article to read for why you choose your poster idea." She frowns at maybe she shouldn't make to big an effort. She doesn't want to be choosen. Then again, she knows how meddling undertakers are or her fathers family having influence. That hunch of knowing she's being targeted. Full effort then. She going to need a big paper space and plenty of art supplies.

"Dismissed." She sketched concept but no detail. She was perplexed about how best for the layer affect. Taps the pages annoyed at trying to work out the sort of body built the shooter was going to be. For that matter the gun that person could access. Maybe she is thinking to hard. The bear attacking the gun guy should be considered more priority. Black or brown... definitely needs the froth mouth and white crazy eyes.

"You. What you doing?" It was a rude way to assume she was even part of their conversation. She softly sits up.

"You should stop drop and roll." Lea's instant reply.

The students didn't get that thought process of why would they put out a fire on themselves this moment had to do with their conversation. There ia no fire that they can see. Lea stands at packing her things normally without any vodoo tricks. Unlike some people. She plays to be as normal as possible. Afraid that her cursed sight will make her do things that be seen by others as weird, forgotten that these students can see angels and demons.

She doesn't flinch at things that been left as spirit traps to harm her in a mental ways. The death threats were tame. She has to play it like they aren't happening. The teachers will not believe or listen to her. Students sending death notes is normal here, never actually comes to any actual murder. She can see this getting worse of this was the level she's getting at week 2. She not even done hardly much for the whole school to play along bullying her yet. She currently was a pressure plate, waiting to be pressed to far.

Her mind wonders, she should make three posters, a series to maybe prove a point to the school. The first poster is a warning about bullying. The second will seem like a mundane fire safety poster. The third the just cold medicine the bullied child gets for taking matters to his own hands. Social commentary at its finest attacks. She even be ahead for time to used the anti bully poster to warn about phones and computers. The last poster is the master piece she needs to spend most times on. She jots notes for the other two posters and slides her bag on. She ignored the group long enough.

"Look pretty face. I don't even know your names. I realise that your my downstairs dorm that hold the night parties. I don't fit in with your ideas and I don't take part in your stupidity. You continue using the makeup to hide the dark circles under your eyes but you don't fool me. I feel sorry for you sometimes but your attitude to pick on me eats away that pity and patience." She makes her stand even if it means being in the way of being punched for it, "I don't want to make freinds that want to use me for some benefits. I am not even privileged to have what you think I have. You think I am a Seer like those others. Playing in your hands might give you something. Well wake up. They see me like a flea. I don't need you to put that fact on a pedestal. Save you from being picked on by meaner idiots later." She slams her right hand on the table, "If I was anything else, I would have happily been a friend to you lot. But you are not strong enough to share my burden. You have plenty of issues to deal with. I am not your answer to fix it." The mark left behind was a burn and dirty ink stain on that desk. She turns away from the group, the few laugh at her and others are just more scared. Coming to this school was no different to survival in a English school. Its just the reasons they pick on her had changed. They might as well be wolves. They will use her defying attitude against her if she gets caught one of these days. She already experienced where a bully played victim already.

Next class wasn't far, just a corridor down from the one way system. She moved to line up to the next classroom period. Alone for once, just her and the constant waves of reality. She turns her head one way, the conversation of thousands students passing hallways. She tilts, drawing out that there was trillion fold of book noises and spirit people talking.

She straighten and focused forward. Pushed out of the way by a older student running past. She like several were on the floor in the wake of that student. There passing them was the student councillors with arm bandages going after that guy. No one helps her stand up and she failed the frist time, blood pressure from her recovery was still having long term affect.

She still managed to be the last into the room from that event. The intercom speakers announced a sort of apologise about the forgein student pushing and hurting people. Message finished was then register.

She wasn't really paying attention with sketching a stuff on her personal notebook. The teacher annoyed notices that she wasn't.

"Miss Lea, you going to teach the class about how we measure weather?"

"You hadn't even explained about pressure systems and atmospheric layer densities. So no. I am not trying to steal you job or mean to be rude at all. There aren't many people in this room that has to pull thier neighbours out the storm debry. They haven't even learned about thermodynamics. I am not a expert either." The teacher blinks quiet baffled by the smart mouth reply.

"Stand in the corridor." She sighed and complies. She ended up out here a long time too. It's not her first time sent out of a classroom for watching to much discovery Channel. It would seem like the teacher had totally forgotten her, she sits at the floor. Glad her mask was sitting at her desk making up this lost time.

"Aren't you going to send the student you sent out back in during this activity?" The classroom had a visitor at the door, pointing out she was sitting on the floor outside.

"No. She going to stay there." This teacher had no room for mercy.

"Mr Derek, if this is how your going to sort this student out for behavior then I will gladly take her to work on my office." The seems to please the in class teacher that gives over all the work and more then expected of her. She is allow in to collect her stuff, she makes no even a complain or fuss. She didn't even speak a word. She doesn't even bother how her pencils are stolen. Her mask side dealt with that, the items will be returned in her next class. The visitor was an teaching assistant that came to drop off photo copies. She follows slightly behind them once they were in the corridor.

"So what exactly happened?"

"I wasn't paying attention when I was making notes while the teacher was talking. He asked me if I should teach the class about how weather is measured. I back chat in stating a bunch of things. My reply had seemed like a personal attack. It wasn't meant to be. I just already knew what most of what he was talking about. Writting notes for my poster homework later." The teaching assistant took a utter stop on the spot and she peers around the teacher to see what it was. She snaps fingers at the god eater to move on. The creature pats onwards, as she commanded, "Don't mind them. They worried about me." The teacher makes soft checks and then walks on shivering, "Most of the time I have to act like I am not constantly surrounded by those things. You try telling a undertaker to not question why his friend was murdered for staring at an god eater wrong." She does recognise this guy is a demon in human possession, "Most times I have to pretend the death gods are just hovering around nearby to collect the souls of those misfortune to mess with my issues." She makes smaller shuffled steps in how sad she felt.

"You don't make friends because your scared they be caught in something caused by the tomes? As clearly your life is ruled by the book." She sighed the phrase was well enough but it was worse in actual ways.

"Can I do my class work yet? I already really behind. I have dyslexic. Writing things down is hard enough." The demon ponders that request.

She really is actually a good behaved student, smart mouth maybe at the akrward of timing. She struggles but clearly she tries hard to match the level of her fellow students, in spite of it. She falls behind because matching things to her own words is hard for her. She doesn't want to just copy any spoon fed information and learn nothing from it. Not all of her teachers have taken the effort to understand her depth or had demanded right amount of work to show her skills. Her first week seemed just a fluke of a good time and made her raise her expectations to much.

"Here... just sit in this classroom until the bell goes. Here is your work. If you want help, ask one the older students." She settled into the spare seat and nods.

"Thanks. Is there a dictionary around?" The demons has one out from a shelf. She nods and away the assistant left her. This class in a mix years class, learning about demon laws. Hardly anyone cares to notice her sitting with them or that she wasn't actually part of the class. One the drill alarms goes off which made everyone raise heads.

"Its practice week for the lower school. This is the tornado drill." The class teacher waved nonchalantly, "A reminder to stay calm and find the nearest strong wall to tuck for cover. Protection of you neck takes priority then your limbs." He waved lazed at repeating this thousand times before, "As per always. Register recount." The list is plucked through, someone was ill at the dorms today and she's just borrowing a seat here.

A post stick note of her being here was added on the register. There was plenty who here that heard about her name and was curious to why she was sent out if class. But the teacher cares little for the event of these drills and just continues the lecture of demon social society laws.

She puts her focus on the class work she has once again. Went through it all in a short space of time. Nice to have no distracting factors like the younger students throwing stuff at her or notes of death threats. It was nice to have a lovely surfaced desk that wasn't ruined by bullies, makes her writing smooth then normal. She isn't citizised for using the dictionary a lot and that she had even improved using it much more quietly and quicker. She isn't even batting an eye at how this was a demon to English dictionary. She finds it helpful to sometime know the demon spelling to curve her understanding to prevent mistakes later.

"Little girl, your next class is in 10 minutes." This law teacher announced, "You have my permission to leave early. I can tell that you finished today's and next week's class work." She nods and packs away diligently. She stays silent the whole time, bows to the room and left without further fuss. She was first in cue for next class, the teacher already there wondering where the rest to the class was.

"A tornado drill was called but I am the only one in the class that was sent out before it happened. Gladly that laws teacher I was put into the class room with explained it well for me." She looked down, "I back talked the teacher without meaning to. I was stood outside for nearly half the period even then the teacher refused me back in. I wanted to apologise but that seems like that never going to happen." The current teacher sighed lengthfully.

"And I bet he didn't even mark his register that you left. Follow me." Together they go back to the first period, "Just wait here." This lady went in she made a short comment, she told the class to take seats. She asked the room some questions. She eventually dismissed the class to go to her classroom. They walk past all snickering at how the girl was an idiot.

"Ok... So. You told me earlier that you wanted to apologise." This lady offers.

"Thank you." The girl goes in, "Mr Teacher. I am sorry that I was quiet rude to you when I was making my notes. I was trying to not fall behind again." She takes her bag off and presented the stack of finished work, "Please don't send me out like you did. I have trouble enough. I don't always word things in the right moment. I have extreme Dyslexia, it has taken me many years to get to talking." He takes the work and had nothing to say back to her. Only he waved a hand for her to leave. It makes her heart sink slightly in his dismissive manner. So she chooses to be a little bold, "Is it because you have high expectations of me or is it you assume my name means something?" She asked in hovering at the door, "I wasn't joking about surviving hurricanes before. My mother cant afford the fees for shelters. Natural disasters are not to be joked about. Loosing a roof is lucky in my neighbourhood." The two teachers were scowling and she must have missed the point. She nods and walks to next class. once more the last person there. Although thankfully there is the assistant from before managing the seating arrangements. She no longer sits at a ruined desk surface and close the front for better seeing the board. Text books out for private reading. There was some that were talking about why she seems to have spoken words straight out this text book.

Everyone went silent with the teachers entering. The room turned quiet serious. A sort of raise of hands for what folks have experienced over the years. Started small like traffic accidents and having them talk about the injuries. Being burnt by fire, the impact of the treatment they had. It turned into a contest among the students to show off scars or short stories of how they survived terrible things. The teachers slowly were guiding them back on topic with weather related injuries or damage cause by the weather. Lesser hands are raised by there is a consistent set of students whom had worse to tell about weather they survived.

"They don't turn off the power generators during hurricanes." A student voiced, "My mother car was fired for the national grid cable landing on it. My brother suffered a extreme heart attack from touching the live wire being earthed on the car." That impressed many to give heavy nods about that. Taking it for no joke.

"Where were you during the last storm?" The male teacher asked her. The whole class turns at looking at her. They seems not ready for it.

"My mother was driving through the frist front wave. We needed to reach the eye of the storm to save my grandmother. We drove back through it to get her to where we were staying as a family. The first wave was like a typical heavy tropical storm. The window screen was totally blurred. The car waved in the gushs of gale winds. We were off road a few times. My mother is an amazing and maybe even crazy driver. Watched lightning arch and hit the road on the motorway. Mom was scared of the flooding raise reaching the engine. She said something like not wanting to be stranded among the gators and eels." She shook at that, "We make it to the house in time before the driveway was pushed. The four cars we parked to block any large deby from hitting the house sort of shuffled. It was loud. I couldn't hear much even when I went into the house. Pitch black. No water. Sitting away from windows, plug sockets and taps. Using the toilet was actually scary. It doesn't flush because they stop the water. Sharing the house with the rattle snake in the corridor wad interesting. It was to cold for it to move fast. The air pressure hurts your ears, feelings like being caught between passing trains. It apparently reach a category 9 for my area. The large tree in the yard crashed the neighbours roof across the roads. So grateful that they afforded house insurance to replace it. Our house had the front section torn. My cousin had a wood shard through his arm, he went for a wash in the storm its. Very therapeutic they claimed." She was looking at her desk, "When the fire department came to check if we were OK, once it was gone. Clear sky with blistering heat. The pavement was literally dry in the span of 2 hours. We all pulled those that were stuck from collapse houses. I found one of my neighbours trapped under his own house wall. I held his hand as they moved the bricks off him. He was in a lot of pain. He lives in a wheel chair now. Crushed the spine. He was amazing at making tasty coleslaw."

She looked up at how the room wasn't handling her story well. She wasn't sure which part of it they had issues with.

"You from a poor family that can't afford luxury like air conditioning or nice shoes. I not saying this to be rude. But in helping the other students." The lady teacher makes a point.

"I nearly went without treatment for my more recent medical problems. I would rather have clean water to drink then have cold air. You can always freeze water bottles or wear damp towels. My area has shared power and water. They always turn the water off to stop contamination of bacteria. They don't dare turn it back on for nearly a whole month. Claim to be fixing pipes or moving trees. The fun part is watching them fix the power cables constantly."

"Would you just ask your father?" a student asked.

"That guy was never in my life until he literally kidnapped me. It was my mom and her family for me. I don't even consider myself a Seer. I never had the expectations to live up to such a name. I wasn't brought up with wealth and fame. I was expected to be normal and pretend what I see wasn't real. My gifted sight to see demons, angels and undertakers was seen as me trying to be a nuisance. I don't think you ever had to pretend not to see a demon literally torturing the student seated in front of you. To not be able to stop it from happening or cause a fight for trying to intervene." She is nervous on reflection, just realizing how easy it was to run her thoughts so openly to this entire class. She going to have no end of it from her sibilings.

So now there seems suddenly the veiw of her life was starting to make sense to the class majority. Everyone has been eyeing her since day one, and so many habits she makes never made sense for someone with supernatural abilities. Even the class bullies aren't exactly in any mood for pity, but now she made sense to them. Why she avoids making introduction of herself wasn't out of being arrogant of owning a prestigious name but actually not considering it to mean anything when it had not before.

Considering it in hindsight, she survived several state schools, assumed a issue child. That expectation of being issue was taken away coming here but the void of fearing being back to such level of issue was impossible to not enact. She was mature from the very start and now everyone gets that she was from a rough background that shaped her. It had even now labels her as someone to avoid. With or without the name behind her.

"Suriving a category 9 without use of a shelter. No electricity. No water. Not just the three days of it passing over then the further month after to recover. Fixing the house from scrap because affording the roof wasn't going to happen." The male teacher summarised, "At least you could have claimed state aid."

"No. The only person that qualified was a retired nurse." She laughed that off, "Like a sale assistant, two school kids, a commissioner artist, a contract builder or a over retirement age cop would be allowed that funding. Breach above the poverty line and to skint for a weeks shop. Clearly you don't know the rural areas well. No one can have the exterminator to rid the gator in the storm drain."

"Your kidding." The teacher wasn't believing that in the slightest, sharing a minority of the class behind him. Maybe it might be that there was yet to had been a category 9 passing through yet. No its that. It's that no one really believes that a Seer would have such a poor up bringing at no fault of anyone. That her father wasn't the angel they all assumed him to be. She was out right kidnapped. She has a retaining order against him for the attempted murder. Evidenced of the shot through her arm was no excuses. Everyone image of the Seers, that is the problem. Clearly she isn't one of them, not really. She just someone in the fold that would normally be a total stranger.

"I think now everyone can at least agree. Sometimes we are more lucky or privileged then we assume. Not every student is from a rich background or uses thier gifts in ways you do." Miss Teacher pulls reel at the board, "I would even go at a guess that if Lea survived the category 11 in sheer luck. She would have also survived the storm that followed after it." The projector was switched to a weather station website. It was hard to make out at first. But the Web page had a state map and the projections of past hurricanes across. There were tabs to filter dates or categories storm states. These a little colour scale which briefly explains by law what those categories defined as.

"Yeah, Charle was dangerous. Katrina the year after flatted them hotel's down the coastal bolivard. The before and after seeing those 20 story hotels then just the foundations. I heard several people died." She blurted out, her tone carried that local accent thick. She was almost brief sent back in her mind remembering the drive past, she was getting water. There was aid of big trucks in large car parks handling out packs of water, "I blocked out a lot that happened. But the house was shaking like an earthquake. The tape on the windows didn't work."

Although blurted out without meaning to. It was the statement needed to prove she really did sit through the storms. She was one the lucky. Even this reflection of her recalling it, the male teacher before seems to no longer be so up tight as he was against her. Those that picked on her were feeling quite foolish themselves for now. No doubt this was new type of ammo to bully her later with. Not many people say that survived a disaster in the less then ideal conditions. That affording to get into a protected shelter was for those that had cash to spare. She isn't told off this time.

"We are still recording the damage. We are still finding places and people. We are worried about it twisting back over us." Everyone else gasped.

"As long as it doesn't hit a hot air patch, the cold Atlantic air should start bring it down power levels." She sighed like it wasn't a big deal. True to a locals lack of fear when it comes to these storms. She had already a feel for why the storms move like they do, "We will be luck that it hits the air stream and hits the UK in four days. It be a weak rain storm by then."

"Then we better hope it does." The male teacher isn't so hopeful or lad back about it. Miss Teacher gives a little tone to have silence. She now has enough ideas in the children to final get the concepts across. She began talking about the air pressure and the importance of fronts. She wasn't being compicated at all with it. By the ring of the lunch bell. There was talk of next class being a easy cyclone making project. Everyone packed away and had plenty of chatter among them.

"What was so bad about that second storm?" A student asks her, being casual and friendly for once. Sheer curiosity among the students whom never been in a hurricane before. Given the clothing, accents and overall temperament - this small freinds group were from the states away from hurricane alley. Not everyone is a local here.

"The living room had a sliding back door which smashed from the air pressure. It sounding like a bomb exploding. The house shuddered and was rocking badly. My cousin said that a tree crashed through our roof that helped pin the house down further. The beam in the attic was twisted. We not sure why we didn't get pancake people." She said it so nonchalantly that it made them shiver. Using 'pancake people' sounded her age, their age. It makes a good enough point across.

She wasn't scared at all but she was serious. She had her bag on at last, everything normally missing was there, even some pencils she had not seen in a while. Those students turned away to talk about other things. She gives a quick smile and walked away. She wasn't part of the social group anyway.

"Little lady." Curiosity waves her in the corridor, "You would happen to know of the book as favourites?"

"Sure it does." She has both hands to the bag straps, peering around the crowds and sort of slowly walking beside him for the time being. Following the corridor system out to lunch rush. Curiosity took out a packed lunch, a paper brown bag with bits. She peers about how it was a sandwich, a fruit cup, some snack stick and drink. She looks back up to him in a tilt, "Depends on what exactly you want to work out. There is favourites and dislikes in many categories. You can tell a favourite by how protective the book is of those and dislikes in the conditions the sections are in."

He finds that very helpful, making a note on his little pad. He wasn't even paying mind about walking through living people. She gently gets them both further from the crowds. Looking for a sort of spot to eat at today or explore the grounds for class shortcuts. He was however very tracked to walking towards the church in the corner of the grounds, so she follows. She makes it around the tombstone threshold with how he rudely used one for a seat. She peers about the names and the wildlife, finds a spot for herself.

It was about when she was done with her lunch that Curiosity perked up from his notes. She been well aware for a while that she wasn't the only human here. Spies from her family, she assumed.

"Normally a little girl in a graveyard is sort of frowned upon." Snotty of the sibilings that dislike Lea's allowance to do vodoo things.

"You go ask why the tree over there is being a bother then." Lea folded away her trash to her backpack, keeping the area tidy of her mess. Everyone here knows that the tree she's talking about isn't a living realm feature. It's another demon tree like the thing in the courtyard. It's not even visible from outside the fence. It stands out looking this direction from the school.

Curiosity acts no part of the argument between her and them. He makes catious notes instead, spying out what these sibilings were going to likely do next.

"Off you prattle brats." Loki hissed fluttering a landing into a stone. His voice carried through them and works in freaking them out, "If you came here to deliver some message, then spit it out."

"A name of interest is no longer accessible." They took out a paper, "Its quiet ironic that the person seems sp close to you." The sibilings staring at Curiosity.

"I don't know how obvious it is... but." She sighed in just checking the books permission first, "I see." She huffed, "Names fade when they are crossing sections. Say a name was in the heaven of life tome and they needed moving to a hell selection. Normally that's due to thier fallen status. Undertakers equally are both in living and death books. But ones they are pulled a direction for heaven or hell, they are locked to the death tomes. This is why the chains enact regardless if they lift or fall." Curiosity snapped his pen, "God eaters are interesting. Their names move where they are located. Loki here is currently marked in the living tome, but underneath my name. He is like a undertaker, both alive and dead. He is no different to a cursed object in the presence of normal humans. My friend here is currently fading, in a interesting method."

"That didn't answer anything." The children frowned. Turning back, "You will just have to explain it to our eldest brother." They slowly move off, looking back wearing scowls.

"How are we both alive and dead?" Curiosity has no pen replacement for now.

"The key word is visitation." She claps at pausing time around them both. She had suspected there was others behind the time gap, "All whom come to the land of the living from a death realm, even death gods. You are all in visitation. This is recognised as in a section of duty. The same section that eclipses with God's. It's just the enacting laws are differed by your realm you walk through. You loose visitation states when you return to your side. You can't exactly be a visitor ghost in a god domain." She crossed arms around herself as per normal, "Unless the god running the place made strange rules."

"Why do you know?" They all overheard her talking before about status. Clearly, with how many folks were writing notes. She scans each and even at pause to that death god again. He sure active with these undertakers lately. Was this that visitor guy fault? Or is her realm boarders in danger. Everything within the living lands appears untouched. She felt paranoid enough to check the books in a moment of meditation. It seems all is ordered in the tomes.

"Why are god eaters under your name and how are you able to access you name?" Death wants to be sure the rules are being messed with. That she's not tampering.

"I am going to be as honest as it gets, Mr reaper." She unfolds her arms and this allows the core to float freely, it thunders loud and then spat paper figures to trail about the world around her. They explored the outside, playing with grass blades or annoying these spirit people, "Do you exactly call this contorl?" She posed her point with an animal figure of paper jumps to her open palm, "Would you consider that each of these individual to be alive or dead?" She truly meant these paper bits, "Would you beleive me when I say that these are souls of creatures that have bodies that break the natural laws of this universe. They are no different to God eaters." She was eye to eye with this reaper, "My grasp of these beings is what keeps them from crossing over. That without me, they would have devour." She waves and the book reforms back into book, some pages trying to escape the process. Even then, they were futile effort was wasted. She back to hugging the book to her, "The tome keeps me because I am no different to those paged souls." She continues, "However, I assume you realise that there is many tome sections. I can't exactly be the only freak of nature whom protects tomes. There is other souls being tested."

"Lady Tricky, I came to borrow one." She jolts at the voice, quiet to not be seated lazy and she was even sure at sensing the aura of this being.

"Normally you don't need to ask permission." She looks up to this mentor of the many world, "Although your insanity made me young but then again..." She frowns.

"The general did pull more soul fragments loose. I can tell by the choas." The gentleman before her was dark hair, refined in not only his clothes but his power woven as a damned soul was godly. A god of the damned, if there was such a title. He's eye spoke volumes of the living that filtered scared hands. He has a interesting self inflections, scratched area of skin or the more concerning one along his throat. His air was dense of hard the breath, a walking vacuum. She can't feel anything good or bad about him. He just seems to have a way of preventing raising fear. She actually enjoys his comfort of company.

"You took in a Clothus soul. You or your tome has hidden it among you pages." She doesn't want to hide anything from someone that been a great teacher for her, that trusted this newborn universe in her hands.

"You could say that he was brought over by Twilight." She steps aside at not preventing this scary man from his grander scheme, "She said something sort of like, James would be glad to know his ex-clothus master was living out a more peaceful live then what she provided in her territory." The dead stop of the man jolts too.

"This is to do with Judgements history before his soul was bounded as a scythe?" The man opens a hand and his own flesh crawls to form his time, she knows many keepers become the book itself. She in a part way was no different.

"Its not my place. We just wished to respect you and your family of tools." Its odd how hollow that rung, not a lie either. It was more she was nor sure if the being before her considered his scythe partner family or the other souls he uses as tools to shape universes. Uniquely he was among the many copies of the title - ender. Yet this guy was a mainstream flow of several connected threads, the platform this multiverse relies to.

"You can literally blink and skip forwards you life. But you have choose to slow things down." She flutters her left hand at that. Not sure why wishing to skip forwards her life had to do with wondering his stance of those he uses. You can't fault a evil man if his goal was to suffer to achieve better lives for everyone else. Breaking things is his best job, breaking to make them stronger.

"The current laws of soul around here is interesting to say the least. They are welcome to leave anytime they wished but if they stay. They set to the pages of my command. Although I am not for wasting effort. If you are just passing through without a trace, I not going to bother. The moment some passer by screws that up. I guess I have to add them in, likes or not." She returned topic to the purpose this guy was here for. He hates repeating or dull long conversations. She gets a feel of his annoyance quickly, "Its a individual soul choose, not a majority vote like your place. Those that stick around here are stubborn mules." She tilts to the side at glaring about anyone else not acting carful with this man, "I had been wondering when would they just work it out and just leave already. Persistent in the assumptions." It had even stung her slightly that thought pulled into words.

"Leave it to a creepy little girl to hide secrets like having a clothus around." Her own Family. They pulled her to rough up for answers. No illusion of assuming her age and knowledge.

"Hands off the soul." The pages stuck form around the meer shape the tome has, paw at scooping her away from the Seer, "Mr Mage. You convince the undertaker yourself, its not my place to stop the man of pride from living his wishes. You could say we have mutual respect and deep down know the history we have with you." The tome puts her to sit on a tombstone and reforms a book.

"Yes. Exactly as the tome said." She's forgot that she the only translator. Not mage man can translate other tome languages, "You have to ask him yourself."

"Ask who exactly?" Several people around echo.

"You don't mean me." Curiosity always faster then the others. His abilities as a clothus to body read or just his nature of ways. Always quicker at picking up things.

"You should have none all along, Curiosity. There is very few creatures of the internal universe with the abilities of negativity control. You don't exactly match a typical damned soul." She looks at him, "Your undertaker name is all so fitting. It's what the book preferences to call you. We respect as book keepers never use real names. You can't assume that I the keeper of the index wasn't aware of you. The only soul for your chapter, your the only soul of your race. Not exactly a undertaker. You just managed to blend in among them. We would say you hide among undertakers as a soul choose thing." She waves her left hand flatly, "Like I told Mr reaper. We been testing waters for unnatural souls to blend in among. Me and you are just a small slice of this example."

The turn of glares as her family finally had confession by her that she admitted to being an abnormal. Seers have this goal of ridding the universe abnormalities. Both living and dead in the Tricksters have used their abilities of eclipses into the afterlife and living world, seek and remove. They are now royalty screwed that the core tome keeper is an abnormal that doesn't belong in the laws of the universe. The hornet nest has been kicked, its up to the girl to save herself.

"I need you to be my translator. I don't exactly have the abilities to speak Clothus." The mage creep presents his hand to Curiosity.

"We done this already." Curiosity tuts and the mage creep closed his hands. He had even sighed.

"Sorry. Time breaks around me. I have quiet a glitching affect." Those two too leave, a gate summoned by powers not at all able to sustain in this universe.

She can sense Curiosity's name constantly moving around, but she doesn't intervene. Not at stopping whatever process is happens.

The mage guy was right. He sure makes time glitch and fly by. He tricked her.