Swept into dreams

Watching the last boundary left peeling like soggy wall paper. The bend and break of elements, even time was sand pouring into the oceans. She can feel her living ways and her dead ways. It seems she was still gifted by the arguing gods. The book that once mattered began to turn into the components it is made from, lacking the souls to retain order and shape. Slabs of skins, papers and blacken inks dying the beach. A place covering in the mass spill of oils and dead stuff. She is among them, but at up watching the final things. Light and darkness was even glitching places. The spreading ink seeps every spot, thicken and soaking in.

"And this..." She felt nothing and lost everything. Not sight. no sounds. Just the sense of being eloped and stolen. The occasional moment of movement and maybe being talked at. Hands that blocked or hover in taking.

"Going to keep sleeping?" She was not exactly sure of the sudden emotions, textures and feelings. She shot up sitting up and looked about herself. Clothy and mist like. She curls tucking smaller with lacking whatever was happening around her. There is some sense of feelings that are universal. Getting to grasp that your a creature of sight, smell and taste. She handles that much at least. She not quiet sure that this would be 'living' or 'dead'. The way to feel things was more guessing game even then not exactly hands she's using to pat her own face and body with.

"I finally got you here." She knows this voice at least, he doesn't look the same. Tattoos of celtic knots around the close cut shaved hair that is dark hazelnut tones. He seems quiet alive with his chest puffing from him running. Although he still gives off tilting and note taking observe nature. He still smirks or has that playful manner of things, "It only seems right that I would include the very person that gave me such trust." He pointed to the notebook, "I have added a few freinds since I last seen you." She had nothing to really say, although she also sure she doesn't know how to speak back in that language. She doesn't vaguely know what he means and this is how it loosely translated in her mind.

"We also have you to thank to containing those souls for us while we fixed things. You had it worse." She knows this oddity in shape of a man, pale skin and silver flowing eyes. He was stern and as judgmental as his duty. He put a finger at her heart, "So many more creaks have been created since she last met you. I suspect this is quiet the struggle for her." The stern guy pulls a brat from his feet, "Well?"

"If I can repair broken souls, would I have done that to myself already first? It is done to souls are circumstance of breaking. Some breaks are damage by soul crushing weapons. Others are self inflections were create ourselves, so that we are different and unique." The kid is about dropped a moment, "She's taken the same type of damage I did. We fought side by side. She lost a lot to the worms. This small portion is what grow from the remains. Any dust speck of myself could alway develop like this. I just don't. She just... missing a lot."

"And your not going to help?" Curiosity hugs around her and had even leans on her. He was protective as always. She does sort of miss this, she doesn't even mind it with letting the conversation pass around her as she was comfortable this way.

"Well..." The child took stand at the shadow of the scythe being. He stands in eyeing darkness and it snickers back at him. A bunch of knotted torn cloth fades into sight. Curiosity was guarding against this thing. The silvers eyes stood even more in pale then before, if that was even possible and unable to move from the fear of this. It was even the lad that shivers at knowing himself. She brushed Curiosity off her and freely attempts at moving close to the darkness. It really is a torn broken soul like her. A face force to be the fear of gods yet at truths. This creation of soul was the reflection of self fear and guilt. She had comfort in solidarity even if it is the height of gore and horror. Skins of the thing's it slain and the folks it failed to do right by. Torn body of aching pain from fear of himself. She was not scared at all.

"Its true that the greatest fear of all is only ourselves." She somehow spoke, "We may try to paint this with lies. Guilt. Fear of other things. We are quick to even blame death. Everything so negative is just the excuses we use to hide ourselves. We really good at fooling into such lesser fears, for as long it helps us forget the fear we had all along." She offers her hand, "Its a good thing that we are not alone." The horror was actually taken back by her fearless gaze on it. But really she could see it more like a reflection. The people she failed, the loss, the pain and even blaming gods. She is her own nightmare as this child of dust is his own. She was more mature at accepting and adapting of this turth. Offering her hand was hope to teach this child to.

"Ummm... I didn't quiet understand that." The child having a headache, "Meaningful as it was." She forced the broken cloth to bend to her, so she can pet him gently, "She's just as creepy. You sure this girl was what you wanted?"

"She has his soul fragment in form of a undertakers ring." The scythe man of silver eyes tuts.

"She did have a habit of being god eater's pet. And the pages of the tome for that matter. It attached itself so close to her." Curiosity pulls her away from the horror while it began dripping liquids. She didn't meant to make them cry. Even the child at the scythes feet was sniffing.

Curiosity pulls her along to go through a gate of summon, it was like walking through water briefly. Once through he took a cloak off and wraps her in it. He respectful was looked away for her modesty. From clothy fabric and mist was altered, she has skin and muscles. A body of bones and organs. She turned flustered and wraps more in being well aware of being naked. She staggered a step at not being use to walking yet. At least Curiosity continues being a gentleman, picked her up like a princess. He is faster at navigation of this world. He strictly kept mute with the occasional off tilt at the ways he know to navigate this small pocket realm.

The stone monument of standing circled stones was oddly reminiscent of what Twilight said was in her world that undertakers came and left from. This was like a plaza of gateways with several what she could mistaken for undertakers marching about. She softly peers up to Curiosity again, there was his iconic long anime hair she knew. A dignified elder with ageless toned skin. His outfit might only be the only change about him. Now that they were here in this pocket place.

"This little slip is what you gave me." He went through into a building that was signed as the lords Manor. He totally ignored a bunch of folks that were about to plead at him for things. The only person he doesn't exactly ignore was a smirk he gives to the god in bird shape. The raven was jet black as the stone feathers that endorn the ring on her left hand. It coos glad and jumps to his shoulder. It dances about just as happy as Curiosity was trying to hide being. She can't help but smirk too, it was exactly the sort of relationship she would have with her pets. Or rather the pets that owned her. The god was higher power and authority but it was happy to be treated as a friend and pet too. Even gods need to feel pampered.

"Wait here." He was abrupt at setting her to a stool in a neat bedroom. A set of pull draw dresser, standing closet, a room divider, a very neat but empty vanity dressing table and she would guess there was a bath of some kind at the other side of the divider. She maybe should call this a walk in closet part dressing room. There isn't exactly a bed. Going by the shape of the room, there was more to the room then what she can see from where she is at the moment. She softly finished scanning the room and took a closer look of herself in the mirror.

Every time that she looked it was always someone younger and slightly different. This moment was different. She looks herself, not that old but not a tween. She does have some really deep scars, a lot of them that has no pattern or tell from where. Her eye colour was chromatic, a slight angle changes them. Gladly her hair is long again and dark but there was chromatic highlights that she finds quiet cool. Then again, she feels through the strands... messy. Maybe it will look better after a wash. She wraps a little more and attempts to stand, but she was stiff all over like her muscles were frozen with numb needles. She mostly achieved just twisting about on the stool.

She finds it so quiet. She can hear Curiosity playing about with water at the other side of the divider. No clattering thuds or floppy pages. The air was stale or without a drift. Just white noise.

"What do you mean his got company? This picket slip doesn't really allow many folks to go by me without..." The fella was a demon type guy and the iconic twisted horns for most European types. Even the buggy goat eyes which she had a odd pulled expression as it studies her. Like before it is a struggle with languages around here. She at least lip reads fine.

"Oi! Leave her alone." The god in bird form hops close on the pull dresser to hiss at the demon.

She pulls that cloak more with staying still for now. She can't exactly call this guy a threat yet even if she has the disadvantage. The bird and demon were making quick snappy talks. Curiosity pokes in glaring at them and was quicker as scooping her and helping her to the bath tub. She finds it comfortable once in and Curiosity flits quickly back to the other side of the divider. His voice joins the other two. She watches the ink, sand and it must be blood get off her skin. She gently gives a slight scrub, the layers caked off. It was relaxing and even therapeutic to get the grim off. She got on well on her own. She noticed a small tray table with soaps. She smells them each and poked each for soap bubble. She gets that every one of them was removing something. She would have to use them all in combination. In no particular order of soaps she starts at her chest down. Once she was to her knees, she carefully washes her hair and face. Her neck was really bad but she found a way to clean with her shadow side helping out.

"Hey." She looks up at the bird at the edge of her tub. She sinks a little into the water more in glaring at it, "Letter." It plucked a feather and it turns paper. She reached into her shadow at plucking a coin from her dimension pocket, she exchanged it for the letter. The bird is happy with the coin. The paper was runic talsemen, it was like a temporary transfer tattoo. She cleans her side before trying it there. When she did, it was like a bubble burst. Sound was clear sound and everyone spoke in clear English. She makes final finished of washing herself and was able to have full movement now. She can reach the towels herself, stand easier and see the chair with entire outfit for her. Dress... corset. Even underwear. Mature to her older mental side. She continues using shadow, to be able to use her tendrils shadow to tighten and tie the lacing on her back of the corset. She really doesn't need help. The weird bird has the real letter, patting feet to her attention. She takes it gently and pets the bird. She made another coin appear and it was happy. Flew off cooing happy.

'Get along.' Must be from that guy and about Curiosity. She tucks it nearly away but she notice to fold it in different ways for more message. She continues with taking a seat on the bath chair, 'Your more powerful here then you realise. Please be conscious of this. You are more then welcome to assist with Sigil matters that no one has rank to accomplish. Especially the god slayer ones and the Twilight ones.' She folded a last moment, 'There still other Seers whom will cause issues. Work with him when they intervene.' That dark signature. She also knew this paper would flow as part of her, adding it to her leg like plaster. She was lowered this way to look for shoes. She sits up then stands with ease, walks gently around the edge of the divider.

"Can't exactly keep someone like her around here. So many people will think your married or something!" The demon flustered. She sees that the god noticed her and she smiled slightly with a nod to them.

"You have been doing a great job looking after him. I noticed a few different times yet he look fine." She directed about Curiosity and the bird fluffed up, "You have a good heart." She offers her hand with a invited soft smile, "I didn't notice sheos." She looks down as the bird does with her and with looking up she realized it herself, "I don't exactly know if you understand me either." She nervously tilted in a shy manner but it seems her expression are clear and easy to read.

"So you remember my follower in some way." She nods at that at least, "You know me too?" She doesn't exactly have an answer to that, "As for shoes. Right over there in the chest." She looks at the direction he motions. She let's the bird to her shoulder and softly walks towards this cherry wood chest. She lowers at petting the surfaces if it needed unlocking and opens it at ease. The bird god squawked at shock of lacking balance to stay steady on her. He patters about watching her from shoulder or chest lip, ducking in following what she was doing. Indeed plenty of many sizes and types. She looks through and found some flat pumps. She measures them to her arm in habit and nods at that there being of size. She closed the chest, she helps the bird back on her, gentle in letting him climb around. He hops off her totally when she sits on the chest as she leans to put the sheos on.

"What name did you know my follower by?" She let's the bird god sit on her lap as she thinks about the answer. She crossed her right arm to her torso and the left at plam to her cheek.

"Time doesn't align the same ways. He was an undertaker. Also... the way time bended... he has yet to met me in a way." She sighed at not being sure that the go even understands her as she does, "You could say I know the future. But that doesn't make sense." She frowns at seeing that even the god was confused, "Undertakers aren't used in this universe. The occupations of angels and demons aren't the same in this universe, I think. You don't use undertakers for internal affairs now or maybe they never did. Now I am confused." She slightly laughed at that. A lot of that seems lost.

"Was this before he was tainted as a Clothus?" She has a very clear change of express at least for conversation to pass this long.

"His soul has always been that shape. Doesn't change much of anything of his personality." The bird is confused more, "Clothus are soul warp by the elements of death and time. God eaters are similar soul shape with less time element but lack the ability to retain a stable shape. That's why the have to be shape-shifting."

Well that didn't get through either and she simply sighed. The bird nods at least at showing he tried to know what she said.

"At least you can understand us better. I can tell by the depth of words you know what I am saying. You clearly trust me and my follower." She shows the ring, "Wait... really?" The closer inspection, "You have been protecting us all this time?" She nods at that and shows her sorrow at times she couldn't be there. Her expression in the many soft tilts and changes was plenty. The bird was not so fluffy. He was actually sort of proud of it, happy, "I wonder if your what the Ender meant by being watched by someone as strong as him." She nods at that.

"One the allies of the Enders. There are many beyond the boundaries and many that were lost or broken. The war has even ended. Never really." She softly spoke at almost a whisper, "His so protective of you lot. I respect that. We aren't different at all." She lifted her right hand in sweeping some annoying flow of energy. She had redirected it to collect and turn into a powder. It was some habit she had from travel when encounters were annoying. Once she jarred the powder and made it disappear. The bird was extra fluffy again. She puts that hand away again and tilted like it didn't matter.

"I seen him do that before." Curiosity jumping over to her and was checking that she was fine. She didn't like the fuss but she does put up with his antics. She could guess whatever was passed to her must have scared them. She sits all still as he was soon playing with her hair, rolling a tight bun and adding chopstick hair holder. She can see from this distance of the vanity mirror dressing table of how pretty they are. She can sense the gemstones were more like scales from god eaters. She might even know them by name. She noticed that Curiosity had Twilight's scale along with his other pendents. Among them was her metal, his reformed undertakers ring from her. She had even brushed them without thinking about it. She smiles and pats his shoulder when he freeze up unsure of what she was doing.

"She's quiet the drinker." is her comment at pointing to the scale. He sighs at relief and then tilted in sort of reflection. He pointed at some sort of idea. Asked for her hand. She takes his and made sure to offer her arm to the god bird. The bird was picky, fluttering to get to Curiosity instead. She smirks at that and was content with the reasoning unspoken. She walks with having Curiosity steady her. Going out this room, she had her shadow collect a shool before they really left. They take a corner past all them crowd again, although they were stiff silent in eyeing her.

"You know... sigil windows still work around here. You could message through the chat function." The god bird thinking about that.

"I would have to get permission from the administrators. It rude to pirate the system." She mostly thought out loud given they don't know what she is saying. She huffed and posed her left hand, "Sigil administrator messaging request. I would like to work with your systems and follow the law where possible. Although, I know I am just like him. So I can understand your worry." She waited a long time and eventually the screens of two universes began conversing. She was distracted watching the windows a while.

She looked up in surprise of being pulled through a gate again. She back into that clothy shape again. Even Curiosity was a little startled at her change back. She flutters her left hand gently at it not being a problem to her. She waves her right hand at using some of the powders from storage to cast a human mockup. She was still quiet doll like after but it seems better then cloth. He sighs glad of her common sense.

She peer at the reflection that Sigil menus had, she looked like a new turned undertaker. The new undertakers have no bleeding through of what they were or who they were, just porcelain blank dolls that slowly regain some past. She really was the image one of them, still her soul scars show too. Scratches on surface that looked like they could bleed. She wearing the corset dress from before at least, even if she had a minor blip of inhuman looks.

"This is..." Curiosity was introducing her to some folks. She looks up and give a human smile at least, "Someone I been looking for a long time. She's unique." She looks at him with that sort. 'right back at you' brow raise. His friends laugh at that in getting it, "We having a language problem. She speaks Elder Ender which there is only one other person that speaks it. He suggested giving her a little time to adjust."

"That's a very odd." The water nyph goddess or rather maybe her follower. The outfits were uncanny and the way she conducted herself. In that same vain, the whole gang but the Ender shadow. Well... again, clearly the human ambassadors of the gods. Not the gods themselves. She nods and accepts their odd greetings. She can tell the ranges of emotions by the flavours that danced her sense of taste. She had even had to pose her left hand at her mouth a moment to hide her uncomfortable abilities to do that to them. The happy tasted awful and the uncertain ones wipe it away at least.

"She isn't exactly human either." It was the unease they had with her. She felt a bit sad and looked down about it. She sees that Sigil was having issues making the bridge connections. So she had to take both hands and start typing out some handy information to the network.

"She able to use the sigil system at least. That's a..." They all peer in pause of how ghost forms of thier gods came to sit and watch them in fear against her. She eventually slows with waiting for Sigil to make the choose. Clearly a few worlds don't make sense to each other. Yet she is trying. She can at least access the god laws, the shadow of the damned laws and sort of a grim reapers realm server. All this made sense to what she use to doing visitation to other universe realms. She has a glitching tabs that were the access into the life and death tomes. She respected not to touch those.

"How does that work?" A god ponders from the shoulder of the follower. They all were able to see was the same teir system of Sigil as them. She ponders if it was wise to reply to that. She can't even if she wanted to. The world blurred into a stop and she finds herself blinking, slow closing sight that flickered what world she is seeing.