Common rooms

Her mother and that side of the family were busy this weekend, something about the surgery of her grandfather. Lea doesn't mind, she had little chores to do to occupy the time. Closing the washing machine and dial the settings. She takes a seat at the waiting bench to make sure no one steals or cuts her clothes up.

Normally the weekend is packed of all other students doing this same thing. She thinks nothing of it, it is god awful early this morning for a rush to start yet. She had a small sewing kit to repair some socks in the meantime and her eyes wondering about the gloom of the room. Automatic lights that are turned off all the other areas of the room. Just her and the machine is in luminous static glow. She began to hum a few tunes she loves from the radio, missing her favourite rock station that would blast from her mom's car.

She came to finishing a sock and peers up at a board up on the walls above the machine rows. There a lot of these display pin ups. Most are school department based, a geography board would talk about students from other parts of the world. Or the film study group would post there lastest recommendations and non spoilers reveiews. These here in the common utility room were community based information boards, local news reports and school magazine articles formated in a large display like this one.

She noticed her poster she did her first week here. The natural disasters one. She didn't win the competition nor was she interviewed like expected. The posters of the winners were properly printed in a computer format. She didn't read the article yet. She never really managed a copy of the magazine. It's like 5 dollars a pop. The money made goes into the print quality and funding a school project for that term. This article was talking about the difference between someone that been a real witness and those that were vaguely aware. There is a picture of her poster as she was someone that was a true witness versus someone in her family that had not a clue. They interviewed the Seer but had little to quote from. The ending paragraph was just an overall summary that there was close call on the entries that term.

She prepares the next sock to repair, a little smile crept to her in after reading that. She did make it into the magazine, just some nameless girl. She peers to check the washing machine to be sure it was OK and a quick notice of some spirit hung about in the gloom watching her. It was at the corner of her eye at frist, hovering in the open space of unlite automatic lighting. Given the sensor not detecting it, it was obviously a spirit person or creature. She sighed like it was another normal early morning. She began sewing up another different sock and humming again. She partly ignores it. The figure moved closer and she peers at the machine slowing to change spin cycles.

"Just another early morning." She comments, "Trying to eat the fear out me. I find you tasteless otherwise." She sings her tune but uses these words, "Escaped the wrong doorways?" She inspected her sewing so far, only a few stitches in, "Got some mail for me? Message? just being weird like you always are?" She puts the items to the side in her laundry bag and leaned in looking at the machine stopped totally.

Spray of water inside was suspended in the air. The clock near this machine also stood still. She blinks in getting it. The creature made a growl sound right before if shuffles to launch at her. She manipulated her shadow at her feet to caught it in the air and throws it a new direction. It screeches surprised and attempting to claw the flooring to avoid into a gate that was summoned for the exact process of kicking out this uninvited guest away from the land of the living.

"Leave little creature before I consider worse fates." She prepares with a blade to hand but she doesnt exactly stand gaurd or take it seriously in body language. The shadows at her feet was plenty enough for it, "Leave." The creature jolts and scrambled in accepting the gate she provided it. She puts away the weapon. Time ticked and she picked up her sewing again. She smirks at the machine working as per normal. She suddenly frowns annoyed. She hears running feet coming this way. Lights on the automatic sensor turning on. She puts her sewing kit away. Tucked away anything else she left laying around.

"What the hell!" Skidding the floors in shock. Someone pushes the group out of the way. Everyone confused in staring at her watching the washing machine. She was playing it ignorant. If this was normal, they would pick on her to reacting to something supernatural.

"The thing is gone as in not in this realm. Looked rather boring. A total loser, really." She flicked her left hand about with not caring. The group looks stunned for sure, someone to stooped to inspect the claw marks left behind. Nothing else about the room was disturbed.

"Umm... Reporting in. The escapee from the corridors met into Lea. She sorted it out... without much of a trace." The spoke into a radio. All of them wearing arm bands. Blue... Lea has red. Green one among them, "She does?" The volume of the radio is quiet. Lea isn't able to make out the speaker on the other end of that radio. The one with the Green band steps forward to have all around sight, direct sight is required for use of most charm castings, regardless of race they are. It is only gods that don't need direct sight to cast miracles and beings above God's. Not many of those in this young universe. Not many of the key cogs of the universe have shuffled in place yet, so the book stated before.

"Sigil Action. Access information. Nearby hires." The hand of them tapping air, that's what it looks like to those not able to see the crystal panels, "She's a god teir classing. I can't access that."

"How does a little 13 year old human have god teir?" The group is mixed beings. Not all the students are humans, she knows that. Although she does occasionally forget this isn't a normal school. Her lack of reaction to supernatural events is what shades her out from the rest of this school.

"Lea... can we have a door opened to get that run away?" Lea peers up from ignoring them, she was focused on the washing machine to avoid being disturbed.

"I can do you something better. I don't want any part of your reward. Its not my business." She lowered half way to the bench shadow and drags out the long arm. She flung it close to them, "Its not coming back to life from that." She tells them, "Enjoy being hunted." They look disturbed by this manner. She back to watching her laundry being cleaned. She even started singing one her favourite songs. She uses the steady beat of the washing machine to keep in time.

"The arm is being returned." They work together to carry it. She pats a hand on her leg and even taps a foot. Singing peaceful, "I don't want to ask. She a Seer, for sure. Gloomy as always. Even her choose of music is happy but depressing. Yeah. She's singing and waiting for her laundry to finish. She already said it wasn't her business and turned down any rewards. I am not even joking. She also said the arm isn't coming back to kill us. Happy being hunted or something."

"the lights." Someone points out that the lights was flickering off when they shouldn't be. She stays comfortable in singing while pairing her matching socks. She didn't even skip a note as she peers at the reflection of whatever that was. She doesn't waver with turning her head to peer about the monstrous things here. She simple shurgs.

It was about to gurgle but she stomps a foot off beat. It jolts for disturbing her. It cowards to her will, bending to bow in respecting her. It has many limbs and it started speaking at her. She paused her singing to listen to it but whatever it asked she ignores. The creatures plead matter little. She had her voice returning singing. She changed songs. Before it was some sort of song about pump kicks. Now it was dust in the wind by some rock band. She sung it in geunine sung keys. Even without any company of instruments. The washer machine her metronome. As she sung the group turned to fight the creature, she provided quiet the ballat for this fight. The washer finishes and everyone is panting from that fight. The big corpses splats into dust. She took out her wet washing, adds a borrowed basket she checked for dirt and she alone walks into the gloom of darkness. The lights flicker in struggle to detect her in-between these beasts. Between strobes was sight of more monsters and near panto levels of these creatures noticing her. But not a sound was heard, the light finally stops flickering and dust spray was everywhere. Although she was dustless as was her basket of stuff. She opens a dryer and puts stuff in. She plucked a drier sheet from the wall, gave it a shake then throw in. So many gasped or confused.

"Yeah... in spite of being in the same room. I missed how that happened to."

"Loki!" She exclaims happy with hugging the enlarge reptile skulking on the top of several machines. She laughs lightly as he nosed her hair. His tail spilt something nearby, someone left laundry bottle or something, "Who's such a good boy?" She talks as any pet owner does.

"I am good boy." He puff proud. She scratched his scales for him and he foot taps enjoying it. She makes the head of the thing before appear from an impossible pocket and throws it to Loki. Loki caught it, rolls about the smell of it and then crunched the bones up in short jaw snaps. He was purring and she continues petting him as he ate.

"You know... I think her treatment with the creature that devoured a few gods last week. It explains plenty." The students in the party nods to the comments, "She has to be a tome keeper too. Like the name transfer was to fast."

"Lea..." Someone bravely steps up, "Can we offer you go join us?"

"I decline." She pats loki to prevent this student being ate, "I would bring worse things then god eaters and nightmares."

"Nightmare what exactly?" Someone quiet a need for creatures. Several shrug. She turned with her left hand at the ready to start this lecture.

"There is a creature called a nightmare. It eats things that enter the wrong way into the dream worlds. It's a soul type of god eater. This issue is that God's seem to miss the point of what dream worlds are, and thus... a predator was created to prevent mistakes." She sees some ond along at this and others tilt off, "Nearly everyone has that cliff dream. That dream of falling off some edge of a tall place or down a hole. We wake up before hitting the bottom. Sometimes some folks have a misfortune of knowing there isn't a cliff." She wags her finger like a proud wise woman, "His not even my favourite nightmare. Twilight looks more pretty. She has scales along her body that looks like a moving galaxies. She is so lovely and serves a neat drink or nine." She has her hand behind her back in a little sway. Happy to think about her creature friends.

"I get the feeling that she talks about these things in a to simple of a way that she missing the obvious." She tilts at the notion of many sharing to much and returns back to her clothes in the dryer. She smiles without showing teeth, leaning in slight mocking purr of waiting for her clothing. She was mostly expecting loki to be in her face. She closed her eyes a moment to feel the air around and be ready for teeth maw to be there.

"Stop that man!" She felt someone run past her. She tilts confused of the situation and slightly squinted to see what this was. Right as some other guy brushed past her, this time knocking her slightly off the spot she before. She had quicker reflex as snapping hand on thier callor and using this guy to block others giving chase. She stands up properly from being pushed so rudely, dusts off and looks at how her hands were disgusting from that. She turned away, that place fades away. Her focus is sole of her mucky hands from callor snatching that demon or whatever. She glad that this common room had sinks to use, normally for stain removal purposes. She doesn't really know what just happened about the person running away from a group of blood soak fighters. Just another time blip and she was able to act within it.

She went back to the dyer machine, a feather was sitting there. The feather was something she took and slide into her hair for now. It is a very pretty plummel of jet black, it might as well be some sort of stone carved into a fine feather. The dryer finished and she blinked a moment of lasted judgement of wondering how long exactly that blip was. The group of students have been fighting across the room, they been to busy to pay mind about her. She was able to get on with folding her clothes neat. They are still hot from being tummbled about and it was that finished beep that she seen that feather. The fighting was starting to die down, bunch of dust everywhere. Loki was taking part and enjoying himself. She smiles thin tight grin about that to herself. Folding her last shirt. She makes sure to have her socks that she been mending. Once her little bag of clean clothes was ready to go, everyone else was taking rest. Panting hard from the drawn out fight. She stands pouty of how they worked to hard for a simple job, even Loki pats the floor wondering was more was. He had his tongue out in hyper focus of watching the dust cloud.

"You really should just carry table salt around. It's good at getting rid of pests." She takes some from her pockets. She shakes some about, some in her hand at throwing at further areas. She wipes her hands off on someone she picked off the floor. She snaps her left side fingers and Loki changed to the small raptor with wings. He hops happy along her shoulder, knocked to her face in blind love. She opens the double door, looking at them strangely a raise brow like she been a witness to a group of weird students playing some prank. They all had that return gaze of thinking she's in the weird.

"Are you alright?" The teacher undertakers, at a rush to look for injuries and not paying mind that one of the pair just moved her out of the way. She adjusted her laundry bag, pets loki to settle and let's the door flop close behind her. Loki made a strange meow and jump off her shoulder, disappeared through to a demons shortcut. She takes the living student pathway system back to her dorm. She only breaks to take a pass beside the demon tree to the unusual entry into the dorm. She make a moment stop to look to the tree. She makes a odd smile. The tree whipped a few branches to make noise but not in harm or interest of reach her. She taps her foot in reply and then walks onwards to the dorm doors. She peers strangely to there being a big team of folks in there. She knocks at the door. Some jolt and someone with manners opens the door. She nods thanks, walks in and steps to the sign in document. She was about to make mark with how someone moved it out from her hands. She peers odd at them for that weird reaction.

"I meant to sign in for fire safety reasons. What are you doing?" She asked.

"Oh, she's one them student here that can't see."

"Try that again." She takes the file back and focused at looking for her room number, "I wasn't going to ask questions like why is a bunch of..." She peers at their styles for a moment and then just returns to the page trailing her notice to silence.

"Can I eat them?" Loki asked in hoping onto the counter.

"What did I tell you?"

"But... they not from here." She draw in a breath ready to sigh at Loki, "That guy over there has to many voices." She stops at that and slowly peers to the direction Loki meant. It's clear that this party doesn't notice the shadow spirit with them. Or maybe they do and aren't comfortable to stare at the mask guy. She makes her little glances and slides back to the room numbers.

"We don't eat darkness types. They tend to eat you instead." She mutters softly for only Loki, although she sure some others heard that, "Besides we can't devour our own kind. You know that."

"You would happen to know where the styxs is?" The blue cloaked lady among this party pats Lea's shoulder. Lea knocked off that touch instantly.

"You must never touch a stranger so openly. Your touch can be painful even if you meant well." She quick to explain and evades further attempts by any others stood here, "My side doesn't have one yet, the realms aren't even carved a path for the length of rivers you knew. You mustn't bother." She glared more to the shadow at that last part, "I better hope that our bird in common is well. Otherwise..." The mask fella give slight bow that suited a reply, "The quicker way to hell on my side is through the eclipse of pages that don't belong. Fold a page and pick a layer. Don't ruin any names." The mask posed at thinking about this method of travel. It was new to him.

He summons his own copy, he inspected the restoration work of the pages and sees she leaves easy peel gasp to one day remove these spare pages, neat corridors created from such gaps between eclipsed veils. Given the nature of pages from other universes are sharing time space with this current universes own growing pages, unnatural changes of forced adaptations are creating new twists to the normal format. Even layers of Hell are being twisted into unique shapes from this restoration and pressures. She finally signs in with no further issues. This this off group of universe visitors moved on with a doorway created by pulled pages that plaster themselves along a blank space of wall. There was minor worry that this method wasn't working but someone was literally kicked through the pages and the rest of the band follow. The last to cross pages was the masked gloom watching over them, giving bow of thanks for her calm grace to them. The pages fell off the walls and turned into ash, those ashes evaporated as a low hung fog. Seeped into her shadow. She sees that the night man used that tea light and left what remains on a dish at this counter. She waved it lite waved the smell around and puts it out again. She walks further the corridor, plenty of folks chatting about in the hallways this weekend (at least those whom stayed behind in the boarding school).

"Lea." She peers in oddity that anyone wanted her for anything, looking around for who said her name. She look back at the corridor she signed into the dorm with, no one. She softly peers the corridor of other dorm kids but not one particular was looking her way. She closed the door from the entry way behind her and gently walks to her room. She hovered slight at her door and focuses at maybe it was within the books that someone called. The occasional time where a soul within the tome needed to ask for her. Doesn't seem to be there either. She gently puts her hand to her room door. Her ring with that gemstone. Normally it's a contract between undertakers that forms one. She peers down the corridor a last time and sighs at worry.

Loki makes his presence known as always following with a nose tickle through her hair. She gently returns that notion with petting Loki. She finally steps through into her room. She puts her laundry bag to her bed for now. She packs up her backpack for a quick spirit side journey. Loki knocked feather out from the laundry bag and pats this stone feather across to her. She frowns in how it wasn't in her hair like she assumed. No... it's a different feather. She looks at both... same being clearly bird or handcraft carver. She holds both feathers and they altered as elements onto the ring on her left hand. She pets Loki again for that and slung the backpack to her shoulder, picked up a long sword she had hidden in her closet. She had a minor moment of recalling the last few times that Curiosity has made her cross to his side, all in the past life and it was always near death experiences.

"I can't exactly expect anything differently from a man that never grows up." She tells herself. She makes some touches with her clothing choose, a few leather under armor pads to be sure. She stands at the ready to make summon of a doorway... her hand raises.

"Lea!" She lowered her hand and looks to Loki. He shrugs. She partly open but mainly blocks anyone pushing to see her room, "We were hoping to get signatures for those wanting to be put forward to the auditions. The school had a September sing and dance competition every year as you know." She peers at the arm bands of both the female student presenting a board to her. She softly was about to close the door more. It was Loki the pulled his head through to peer at them too. He scans them too, tilted about thier uniforms. Those weren't anything to do with the school, those are hell court uniforms.

"I don't think blade dancing would be normally allowed." Lea had open the door more but she still has her foot blocking thr door from any wider opening, "Also was there something else you two wanted? I don't sign things without reading them through. I quiet the stickler for any terms and conditions." The two raise their brows.

"That actually sounds amazing. Blade dancing." One clasp hands sort of lost to their imagination.

"Its not the strangest dance on offer. The Middle aged Seers are all performing a routine. They always have something different to flare." The board is passed over more and Lea took it with her left hand, she does even look with her eyes to read it. She brushed all the surfaces, reading it like brail. She did sign her own entry in and has quiet a hard to copy signature. She passes it over back to the shocked pair, "Are you blind?" Asking softly.

"I learned to read like a blind person. It one the first steps to sharpen all senses and to understand your partner." She brought out that blade from her hip a few twirls it, the two female student took steps backwards. Some flare in just pushing them away from her room door without actually causing harm or offence. She slides the weight of the blade to her other hand, freeing her to close her room door in a swift motion. She clasps the blade with her right hand and cuts unseen mark in the air. She stops there and the pair clap impressed of the demonstration. She puts the blade away, a little flutter with the left hand in sort of a bow. The two students walk away, excited for whatever entertainment this was going to be.

"They were just normal students asking for your part in the talent show." Loki states.

"I know that." She plucks the cut air, "It was distracting them from me locking the doors." She offers him through and he stomps past - from bird to lanky human tall dinosaur. Once they were both through the veil of perception, she accepted his offer to ride his back. He stomps about in great speed, navigating the hallways as he normally does. She fixed up her hair and wears her mask. Some moody teenager with a steampunk phase. Chains, leathers and strange metal charms hung all over her, covered in runic marks and tattered strips of ethereal cloth. Faceless with this mask, not even eyes carve the surface. Thin lines of peaceful thinking.