Sigil

An area of pages throw origami dagger to spike through a small circular radis of undistinguishable 'ground'. Plenty of these pages began undoing themselves and adjusting like puzzle pieces. A organic paper skin becomes shaped as a body form. Light sources around flickered clouded partly until darkness materialised into fabric drapes the paper form. The right hand drew itself forward to the open neck area - there was no paper head above this. Chalky dust pulls and shapes a floating plate, a dull doll stare hidden in gouged scars. The left hand clasps hidden veils and pulled into sight a pole of bone. The length of bone was hard to grasp what creature would be large enough. That right hand began now outlining the curved shaping of the blade that sprouts from the long bone. Waving a left hand dismissively, the overall being stood there managed to block a book that tear itself from thin air, making a hard thud of impact on that left hand. The mask face gives a pained grin, moves slightly in how much it is bullied by the book. The book hovers closely to the figure that finally had understanding where it is. She final gives a twirl, adjusting the filter sight affect for what others may perceive her as.

"Lady Tricky..." The undertakers hovering around this area went into a fighting stance. She simply stood indifferent, more like she hovers in waiting around for the other students choosen for the event. Quickly plenty of the young Seers that moves school years with her are appearing. She has a sort approached by staying at the edged distance from them. The eldest among finally took shape, appearing in demonic silvery flames. He adjusted his suit collar in gandering on who made it across safely, making a half wave in his left hand to direct Tricky closing in with permission now. She returns that half hearted flutter with swapping hands of her scythe. She presented open her right hand that invited the tome to float open. It taking a solid shape here, echos pages to constantly turn themselves. She was in her duty of working out the tracking of those not here yet and spying a look at what the undertakers writting in.

"You're here!" Cold hands reached around both her shoulders and pulls her to face them. The deep inspection of the weirdo making several expressions of both happy and pain. The man was every bit brittle looking, taller and looked up to by many ways. If her grandparents morphed into a single being of one soul then became the endless whispers that haunted the tome pages as a single loudest soul of the universe. This poor man was that resulting factor. He was constantly have clumps of himself form and fall apart. Dust that a single breath could tear away.

"Time within the living lands still has a choke hold of authoritative counting." She was allow to express herself freely to this man. It doesn't matter what shapes her expressions will contort as, this man know her well by now, "Its a pleasure to have you among us, Elder." She had even warmly pats a hand on her shoulders, "Was there a name in need of me?"

"There always is yet instead I came here for something else. I need your trust."

"You always give me bad feelings but..." She holds tight, "I have learnt to never dismiss you. I am sure waiting for me this long was plenty enough."

"I need a fragment of you." He meant that he wants to be trusted with a part of her soul. She takes a little laspe of loosing herself from hearing this request, "I am going to make a undertaker ring." She sighed glad of that at least, "Then that ring is going to leave this universe."

"This would happen to be going to what remains of the void collapse of the universe Twilight and Judgement of souls came from?" He shivered scared a second, "This isn't a repeating moment." She equally knew that was what made him flicker his illusion of humanity to disappear a split second, "I just had a sort of hunch." He opens his hand to take her fragment from her. She points at someone among the Seers, snaps her fingers and hurtling out a breast pocket was a chunck of her broken mask. The impact of the fragment hits her hand, she holds it to the air. She clasps around, the casting sinner chains that acted as a sort of curse on her began shattering. Lengths of chain bits were white hot and exploding around her closed clasped hand. One chain remains as she flattens out her hand. She holds it to her chest, feeling this fragment of memories. A sort of last time that she will be sycoronized to this part of her. She fights herself with reluctant emotions as she offers this to the man in mock human shape. A stone lump of altering colours.

"I don't exactly know how to fathom you abilities to trust me. Me of all souls in the known multiverse." He took such gentle hold of the part, "I am not actually going to take this to Twilight's universe. Someone else is."

"Give Curiosity a empty notepad while your at it. Remind him that his still a duty to be recording unknown things." The nearly drop soul fragment in how the figure was perplexed by her. Yet for her such things were obvious for her, she has many internal universe reasons accept Curiosity as her undertaker partner. His actions are on her head when he will inevitably need her help with something. The man was just to excitable, like a child learning to work emotions, "I will come collect whatever state his in if he gets to lost." She crossed her arms higher up her chest then her usual hugging her stomach in place, exaggeration of just how screwed Curiosity will be. That veil of what seems a man turns away, he was erased from here - evaporated anything solid left.

"Gather everything that wishes to learn how to register into the sigil system." Mostly students, some lost folks that wondered here from the many pocket realms of this universe and even a real genuine being among the race termed as 'soul of the damned'. A real damned from this universe, a sign that soul recycling was imperfect and sloppy somewhere. Early universe has plenty of mistakes for such a soul to slip past. The concept of 'nothing has a guarantee' comes to thought.

"You all need to sign up or upload any details changes." this dismissed the group, she had totally wasn't paying attention to when they should be gathered back or what job was going to be a group activity. She stands about, watching others and the many other races whom free access to the sigil guild operations. The place was like a medieval grand Hall with those isekai terminals or counters with inhuman receptionists. There is only pictures for signs, no languages. Just universal ideas of what each area is.

"My lady!" It as always that she will be targeted here, she infamous for dream walking many realms for the books request. She already has a profile in terminals around here. She quite the celebrity to both avoid or seek confidence from. She jolts at recalling there was several requests she can claim now, evading the path of many that wanted to crowd her.

"You have the payments to take these forfill requests?" She doesn't even pay mind about the being in the guild uniform. Rather she was looking at the arm sleeves and medals, the achievements this individual has to be higher then the average ranks. Someone like this was going to be the only sort that would be able to skirt the sensitivity of the tomes. Not to ask questions and know how to properly handle the payments.

She peels back a few pages that wrapped like skin to her, opening a big enough gap of a 'gate' to remove several objects and curious trinkets. Necklaces tangled up in a clump ball bounced the counter, the threads sizzled and disappeared. The amulet charms sprinkle the counter surface, glowing as they should. She pets the skin paper gently. She reaches to use her left hand to peel her right shoulder, removes a crystal of wavey curved edges. That was placed on a pillow the counter being provided. It is payment enough. Collected correctly, handled to be placed in many sealed formed draws. Wrapped in blacken burnt cloth is oddities were put in replacements of what things are taken. The pillowed gemstone is carried off and a jar of dust is put in the place. She smiles off slightly at this, even bringing the jar closer made the content spark with lightening rainbows. She puts this jar in the spot the stone came from. The wrapped objects draw themselves onto the paper surfaces, colouring in her form more into this universe. Looming that something more then merely the human soul presented to be.

The receptionist of this counter comes back this way, shivering and in bow to presented a box. It was black with a white ribbon. The surface in a lace or webbing textures.

"Thank you." Manners goes a long way around here. Respect is what keeps the inhuman to trust her. She takes this box holding it with long meditation, her senses of her souls form invading the overall box and contents. The brush of reaching out to someone else's soul. She opens her eyes in having expected this, she gave her stone portion. This was the long distance relationship she expected in return, cold and oddly comforting in the hardest times. She sunk it through her, kept somewhere safe, "Was there anything else like a letter or requests?"

"No... my lady." She softly nods at this. Moves away gently but the hand posed, "Someone else has a request." She stops short, "A spirit god from the broken borderlands." A god from the creepy guys tome, "Would you allow such a being to take the clothus underwing?"

"It be more like I am taking that soul too under mine." She is sharp to approach, "Does the entity of the area accept such things? We don't need that creature upset by us." The receptionist ducked to counter in fear. She punched the counter for answers and the slight 'eep' of the being.

"We need a clothus weaver to stabilize the time distortion of that universe. A soul that can't be affected by shifting veils or who can ride those shifts." Help came to pull the receptionist off the floor.

"At the souls free will... it has to be his choose. I will accept the terms if my clothus partner is comfortable." She sighed, "That man's a bird brain enough for shiny things." Its why he kept getting into trouble in this universe, always attract by shiny out of reach stuff. His pickets full of clutter that is shiny things is proof enough.

The receptionist and the guild manage nervously laughed at that. The manager bringing up a book from a shelving. Compendium of God souls, this manager has to be a god teir themselves to carry such a book. Then again, the compendium of abyssal entities being locked in the bottom draw of the undertakers Kings office... the placement of tomes never seems safe. always where they are needed most, regardless of damage or danger. Pages flickered to a page that doesn't exist a entry yet, a god title of omens.

"How fitting." She gets what they are implying, "I shall trust this being, his keeper and the clothus soul." She flicked her hand and it closed the book without her touch, "A another name to enter my compendium eventually." The deep swallow of fear that she was this fluent to see a page they can't, "Take two brid with a stone. Or something like that." She smiles, "I sense that there will sink a fragment to heavy for the realms to raise. I suspect our ally crazy will take the souls of his realm to safety in time." She knocked the counter, "I expected to be informed when the fall happens." The staff look confused at this and she waves at concealing her monster features back some human shapes. She bundles a coat that free forms around her, that shiver of the many walking on her grave. Leaves the counter behind.

"Group 1, you are taking the herbal quest." Demon grandmother instructions human veiled as undead, "Groups 2 through 7 are combat, you follow him." The grandfather flicked his wing nervous a moment of feeling the inhuman gaze, "As for those left, I suspect you have things to do." Some have been choosen by visiting gods and are to be taken in as god followers. She looks up to this universes head of death gods, a guy as young as this universe is. This is the frist few grains of time to turn. This is the first known recording that humanities history began to walk. This god was the leader of all death gods, grim reapers and domains keeper of dead realms. He doesn't have finished quality to his soul that the past death gods she met before have. She will still respect him equally, he will be a great title of his name.

"Lea... You are like many souls that came invading this young flame." Death is as honest and knowing of beyond concepts. He knows his place and the crisis in his hands of souls with history longer then the known universe has. She eclipsed many versions of him to his domains to help this issue. Yet... there is always going to be be a grey part. Death has need of a living follower or eight. She about to be required to find them, she just...

"There are also plenty of reborn souls with incomplete oblivion."

The process to slate clean a mind of all lifetime memories. The issue is that regrets are literal chains connecting to fears, nightmares and segments of many hells. Oblivion is a spell that wipes souls calm and clean. It's difficult if the soul has to many chains. Her mind ranted this interruption.

She tilts at how death was blocking the veiw the personified being of life for this universe. Its hard to take in, so she slides back at looking strictly back to death. Death was a more easier being to look at. She blinks a few times at trying to stomach the moment, not wanting to vomit on death. Life was cruel and twisted, distortion of nature and the spirit laws. Healthy in spades at least.

"We are putting aside our little arguments for now." Death had meant his literal war with life. The two disliked each other for being the others mirror reflection. It's odd that how the soul of death now is actually the future God of life. She knows this from her tome choosen to put names in strange orders. There was going to be a few cycles of rebirth before the two swapped places. She can't exactly worry about the duration between then and now.

"We are both going to share you. You are to be gifted and cursed. However you wish to see it." Life doesn't give a choose, enforcing a god power over her. Her soul tainted in the vast spades life provides. She most totally drops at the floor, her eyes wide open to the living realm. She was all the more alive the more life passed a cruel disfigurement during reconstruction. Her soul disconnected, watching her living side struggling in contortions and waves of pain. The church annex was full of many who not awake, in depth meditation while soul walking the other side.

Death says nothing, only that he offered his right hand to her laying at the floor. She knows the consequences of a living hand reaching a death god. She's brushed many grim reapers but never so directly without the aid of protecting prevention.

"Are you sure to break this rule with me?" Posed uncertainty by my soul, a masked cloud that spoke in sign language.

Hoping there was a form of some doubt for death. But still he waved in offering his right hand this way, certain in accepting any universe consequences. Maybe her way of existence was to counter act a clothus. Always in pairs... life have death. Humans have spirits. In having her hand offered to Curiosity, she sees this was death to mirror her actions. Balancing act, as the many universes choose to take. Not always playing it to stop utter distortion and later dispirited realms. She found it somewhere in her to smirked at death, her hand taking his. Allowibg her body to died but life's blessing had brought her soul forcefully back within. She was officially in limbo, both a living and dead being.

Because these two universe personifications can't be bothered to deal with extra distortion from pages that didn't belong to them. She is to be remade into something to take care of the grey business of those that should have died and those that need to live a bit longer. Although at the scheme of this universe she was just a living undertaker. It does come to her knowledge that being granted the only body that can physically go to dead realms without gear poses some conflict of interest. She will literally be a zombie in just about everything place.

She notes like every other spirit folks she known in this universe, the personifications also leave without further words. Life was back to bickering at Death about his waste of leaving the shells that souls were housed in behind. Talking along the lines of the sort of cells and mass of a living body had many cells and theoretically have many souls. Death sighed at such misconceptions, the shape and flex of souls wasn't in life's abilities to understand. The two took very different shaped gates back to separate worlds. Upon flickered a moment that she realised that she'd also been sitting within a gate of her own, or rather the consequences of the gifts the gods gave... pulled in more of her mo sterling shape of her soul to exist. Her own shadow pulled her physical body into the real grounds of Sigil. To have time around the central of the universe have to warp and flex her overall age to match her soul. Her own monster soul resources more clothing and sewn in a bunch of new needed amulets. Her gateway lift off the floor into a cloak, sheltering her from many cosmic energy's from many gates here.

"About time... yes. Just like playing them in my hands." The tome pages peel off and folded into a little origami person to sit on her shoulder, "You have more use being this way then stuck as strictly a mortal with a curse." In hindsight, it makes sense the tome had something to do with this screwing her over, "You need to adjust your terminal for Sigil. Don't worry, now with physical contact. Just touching a screen will alter everything for you." She picks up her scythe dropped beside her, checks over the conditions of the remains that used to be a god eater. Her sense of touch to strange doesn't seem to change to her. She took a step and that feel of the ground made more a dust cloud then normal, she had even brushed her right hand to open unseen curtain. She steps through that curtain, making the cloak fade in translucency. She for certain suddenly taller, seeing the tops of most heads around here. She carried a blank dulled expression scanning the area and moves onwards to a empty terminal. The origami was right, she brushed the screen crystal and it activated new law texts and a list or required equipment if she was to continue any further services. Her hand skims the reading, her mind was already knowing or equipping it to her through damned clothy tendrils.

She was then prompted to enter a new name, her occupation changed to living traveller. A title god followers tend to have. In a way, she is to both life and death. Nothing comes to mind in a new name... Tricky. Her undertaker name. In the systems recognition, her profile as a undertaker was ported to this half living one. Including plenty of erased history titles she obtained in soul travels outside this universe. She had a occupation change to 'Watcher of boundaries'.

"That seems more fitting." She muttered, "Most appropriate and accurate. The administration of Sigil is a good soul with a different duty." She give soft nod to the terminal, "We are the same. Dirty work yet somehow clean in public eye." The origami posed a thinking expression. It is considerably concerned that she's bowing to a terminal. Then again, not all know that sigil has many crystal formed souls pretending to be a computer. or that there is a hive mind network of souls that are cardin copies of machines in a possible future.

"Welcome back watcher of the bleak." The floating message was like a video menu screen. Very much a VR experience and why many don't need to walk to a counter all the time. The picture signs have digital menu language converted words, and information is blocked or accessible to the beholder of the system. It's the same property as the guide to walk universes, the other name for the book she gave second commanding Lord Death.

"Its different now. This is my origin universe, so now you can fill in all those blank details from before." She softly told the menu and it turned off. The administration got on with the paperwork shuffle. She thinks about it and force summon a tome, any chapter that came to hand. Instead of throwing itself, it lifted soft from her skin and folded into a floating solid book. This was mostly blank pages. This segment has yet to fill of souls. She studies the chapter title, 'living guides' her name pens in as a sort of author for it. Bellow her was three others. She hummed in fascination, that is Curiosity's new name. Under him is... she doesn't know them, not really. Just folks that the universe has devised tk need somewhere. Just as she isn't sure the soul contained in the paper origami sitting on her shoulder. They are total strangers in actually turth.

Although, she does know that there is a chapter in her index that shouldn't existence. That is the names of tome authors of the pages she devoured. Literal soul fragments of people like the insane mage guy across the boarder. Lost tome keepers that floated in voids, the last soul of thier parished universe. She slides glance to the origami attention to reading over her shoulder, it was studying names fading into the chapter segment. She puts the tome away for now. This place does have dangers with waving such books around.

She gives quiet a business blank smile, her scythe hugged closer. She makes return to the completed requests counter. She is now able to hand over items that her ghostly living part couldn't before. However its a little cue before she can reach there, she took out the gift box provided by guild. The patterns of webbing felt sticky to hands more so now then before. The wood black box had hidden splinters and carved groves. the white ribbon was crispy and fragile, it crumbles slightly at the touch. She cunched her hand and the entire box made quiet a satisfying creaking and sudden dull pop. she opens her palm and a ring within the box remains glints in the energy of light here. She plucked it with care from the dust but then also poured the dust on her chest, caking a new tome page to be stick onto her. It would seem the man was diligent, filling out many new soul and soulless in his found in the adventures away from this universe. He had even collected so many souls whom wished to be reborn and gifted a clean slate chance.

She was in deep mediation of the flooding names cycling around, tomes of many worlds clattering about. Her army of tome souls at work writting in new souls to be folded into her boundaries. She slips on the ring to her middle finger of her left hand, it was the only fit for it. There been plenty of change to herself, that this small part putting such a ring was washed in by the larger scale of feelings.

"Did you forget something?" The manager sorting her at the counter side as the people ahead were bickering of the job completion rewards. She peers how each individuals that this group is were faces torn straight out of the wild dreams. A magic user, a sword wielder, a musician and clearly not human hunter sort of ranger. Each soul was the cliché of thier genre, powerful or wise. Some hold scars, wounds that never fade. She tilts and her hands began pulling objects from darkness folds of her cloak. She drops them to the sudden shocked folks with open confused hands. She gives a more human smile to the guild. The manager sorts out the paperwork, the hero's across the multiverse being rewarded abnormal objects from the watcher of the boarders. She smiles seeing the group leave.

"I will tell you that story another day." The origami figure laughed to itself and crossed arms proud of the hero's it choose, "Some poor souls had to be cursed enough to please the god eaters." She looks to the paper figure and plucked it from her shoulder. She tossed them back to the fold holds of the many thundering pages, she had even rolled her eyes at the startled hiss the guild members of Sigil carry for being such witnesses.

"Ignore the tome and the many voices it has. Sometimes you just don't want to be caught in a battle between itself." swaying her left hand. She peers at a gate for undertakers were shouting for students to return with. She sighed at realizing that she must return and walks back to the otherside. None of the folks could stop her using the undertakers gate back to the living lands. Those at the counter peer in amazement that a being renowned for instable travel had a home at all in a living world no less.

There has been so much change, it feels like it never happened at all. She thought while stepping back into the church annex, staring at folks bigger then her. Looking up at the complex of ranged emotions all took about thier first journeys through sigil.

"You are back among the living. None of you seem to done any harm. Makes you great candidates in becoming undertakers." The teaching pair voiced loud abs above the crowds. Back to whispering among the group. She started putting away most things for now, back to feeling daggers in her back. Watched by those who unwelcome her. All those gifts seems to change nothing at the scheme's of living world life.