Affluent dream secrets keeper

She seemed to finished that long blink, jolted slightly confused by the sudden sound of the following.

"Maybe she's a tome keeper." Like some bright spark finally figures out. In this dream apparently those beings or jobs still exist in this universe. Might not be truly the same, "Some realms have a keeper that watches over that space and time. She must be one of them. That one layer of hell is literally full of cursed objects and the keeper for that realm is one them mute mask types."

She wants to speak but really she couldn't. These god followers or was it thier gods? She confused at which was true. Her slip of attention to what was around and who is speaking. She already made everyone uneased with doing so little already. She steps around Curiosity with playing it shy instead. It be that she sensed the gods and choose to hide from those sets at least. She doesn't mind the judgement glare from the bird. The sort of catch up accord to her. This dream of being with Curiosity again, it a long one.

"Her hyperawareness sometimes surprises me." Curiosity play off with quick verse to these lot of followers. She stays quiet attached of stepping to his side, hovering close and taking notes of those nearby looking at them. She surmised that the outfits of these followers are too exotic for the other humans. She moves stiffly and has uphold of a manique, at least her hand is always close at grasping to him as he was of her earlier dream before this. She takes in the surroundings.

A mall complex of many strange stores, the shops here were each a business own by a family. She can see the spectrum of elements flowing in between people. A whole building of mage types. Survivors? Or was it more that she survived from an event. She opens her right hand small, a page flutters. Torn, damaged and dusty. The fabric of the reality that was her life as a human was gone. It explains why sigil on her end was mute... there might be no one left. She grasps his clothes tighter while going into a medication, the reach of pages. So many names gone, just empty pages. The shadow man transfered all the souls before the universe collapsed. Well the ones who didn't refuse. There vague tell that the end if that universe is content with itself. That attachments like the tome wasn't needed anymore. She surprised herself at the tears, clear water tears. The sins and burdens from that universe are gone... the shackles. This was likely what he meant by her powers being more then she was ready.

"Something I can help with?" Curiosity tilts in notice of her strange sorrow. She flutters her left hand dismissively, slow and shivery then normal. He wondered it was the crowds being over baring, "I take you somewhere quiet. Can you wait for me?" She knows he was likely busy with something too. She gently nods and he settles her to a quiet bench in the mall complex. He returned to the group in deep talks.

According to her train of thoughts. Her two human lives and that universe is gone. She snuffles at this bench in some mall, waiting for Curiosity and a realm protected by scary guy with a soul of dust specks. She wipes up as hurt as she maybe. It can't be the frist time she watched a world or realm disappear. She just hurts from the attachment she made of her three lives there. It's not really gone. She has the books, the pages were recycled into this universe and she had not lost the gifts the universe had given. Law of life and death bend because she was granted follower status to both gods. She will continue respecting the rule around her by not making mess or meddling in this universes law. She has Curiosity back, that seems to help her mentally. If was all gone, he wouldn't be here nor would she be a undead or living dead. She more an object with human traits then creature in this version of the living world. The more she studies of her hands and skin texture.

"What do you plan to do?" She looks up to the child sitting himself on the bench with her. He is so young in shape, no older then when she started again. Anyone without magic would assume he was a creepy mature child. Dark hair and darker eyes, he looks exhausted with the burdens he can't hide from others. They all think his just depressed or have mental issue. Maybe he does being reborn with all those memories, would put it past him to have a nervous tick. She has her own.

"Respect what little is left. A care taker of the graves." She brought form to her tomes, dust and fragments, "Let them be. This was thier choose. They had always

been allow to leave." She so gently with the fragle book, "I can't restore something that has given up. The will to want to live is key as having life itself." She hugs the tome, "I am still watching its boundaries, dead as it maybe. I will respect your laws on being crossed this side." She looks out to what he was watching. It was the group of followers, "They want to go on a pointless journey. I can give them that... you just follow the fragments of me and use my doorway in and out. There still some handy objects that are being left to rot. Welcome to take them. More tools to restoration." She softly smiles, "I have been watching him and the god. I had once been even asked permission if that part of him would be allowed to have the followers mantal." She actually seems relaxed at talking about him, "Their souls belong to a segment of my tome that escaped the break. They are the sole keepers of such place. My gift to someone so dear. I trust them to use it wise. All these cracks... the pain is worth it." She peers outward at no one or anything at all and tilts back to see what express he might have, "Love even when this far gone. It is still there. A hope in hell." She pats his shoulder since he carried a pained expression for only the brief moment, "I feel those things too." She touched a sinners chain from the child and he jolts at knowing she caught his expressions and that sting of doubt, "Can I wear some with you? I don't mind the pain. If it can ease each other, no matter how much was taken from us." He looked quiet spiteful or angry for a second.

"So you see them?" The child looks pale while she makes it visible, "Stop that." She gently let's it be, "They don't hurt." He turns all shy with a blush and then flickered at an idea, "It's this one." He directed to a damned one... on formed of a damed unable to finish its regerts. She can touch that one too. She linked a loop and the trails it to herself. the chains warps and styled over her. She pats the kids head. If this made him more comfortable about her being here, she was accepting to share burdens.

"Sometimes I wish my family did this for me. Gently head pats. I began doing to everything I met. I made some scary freinds my family feared. They murdered me twice." She stops messing his hair, his all moody about his hair being messy and she pats his shoulder once, "Maybe we're aren't that different at all. I am not scared. I accept my fate, my fears... you are my freind too." She offers her right hand and he was happy at this result. Achieving peaceful boundaries for now, "I will protect what you wish. I will break as you wish. If I must make the difficult chooses. I will follow you. Even if it means hurting him for his own good."

She look down with knowing exactly what she means. She watched to many times were it was Curiosity alone or his god. She doesn't want them to be among the last again from this point onwards, she make sure of it. Being a villianess is often a mercy the Enders have to offer when things go wrong and souls are tortured by existence.

"I don't want that. But the souls of this universe are masochistic weridos." He takes her hand, there was that hurt again but it was maybe that he sees that she does, "This isn't a trick, right?" His eyes had even flicked to her books, how worn and burden they are. That she does a terrible job at hiding her pains too. He had even snickered deeply that they are two peas in a pod.

"I hope not." They shake on this and she felt adjustments to her soul. She gave him energy and he gave her his. They let go and she offers out a vile, "Twilight's spat on both of us." She snickered. He takes the vile and sips. She has the rest, "So a poison that kills Enders too. Yet she choose us two to be immune. What a weirdo." They both had a real smile. One that fits thier nature, even passing people flit past faster to avoid them. Some even hide in fear that they been seen spying to much.

"Yeah... most are." He hops off the bench and flexed his shoulder slightly in odd comfort. She seems less ghost now, he noticed, "You had Seers. I have Gladers. Royalty." He his smirk pulls his expressions back to the veil he has to wear. Hiding once again.

"Well you keep it easy, young shadow king. You maybe small but the reach is long and far." They share that business smile and he took out a skate board. He kicked it to flip and left with rolling onwards. He has talent, flitting between visitors and staff. Someone notice him and began to run after.

She snickered to herself. She returns glance to the sigil panels. She turns back the clock for her universes one. Communication was back to make the paperwork finally get through. Once her liesnces, registration of titles crossed and the ranking level reports finalised, the sigil panel for back home was silent and glitchy again. She closed that one off for now. The current panel with the needed information was finally allowing her accesses as a oath maker. The title of visitors of the otherside crossed to the living land for business. She was open hire but her level bars many folks from not being aware of her. She shared status as the child and three others.

"So your a real deal too?" She sees the chat function working. Another Ender was nosing her business.

'I seek no battles. I am an ally. I choose whatever is considered peace for neutral parties. I will not meddle with this universes internal affairs unless it was dire or I had permission to by the tome keeper Ender.' She types swiftly.

"Welcome then. There isn't much. The shadow of this universe ad it sorted."

'I am sure that we could help if they wanted it. I am no stranger to broken.' She hovers at saying more but she sends it at that. They seem to mull that over. Left the chat. She softly stands and puts away the screens. She stands with hands out of her fold to open at her front. She folds her shadow around her, veiling her to glamour as a black dressed bride. She borrows a few of the elements flowing around to give a better impression of living human to her. She poses her left arm higher for the perch and lands the bird.

"Twiaz. Is Mattu OK?" She gently spoke and the bird flutters in nearly falling off her. She caught him and carries him with her tucked right arm and she pets him with her left, "Sigil finally granted my registration." She adjusted her shoes and then follows her sixth sense to find him herself, "His always getting into troubles. He never really obeys. He does things in his twist like a child." She snickers as the god felt that was acceptable.

"He so easy to send out of the living." They finally are talking terms. She worried her voice of damned taint would reach this god figure.

"Undertakers don't belong among the living. Some can, as half lives. But we are pairs, one balance to the other." She hold the Lord up to face her, "You took two followers at the price of one." She puts him to her shoulder, "Sadly I am more scary then he is. I am a keeper of another universes tomes. So the energy we use is not borrowed or taken from here. In fact, our magic breaks law. We destroy and create. Its not anyone's fault. The universe our souls come from is gone. The vague remains of a collapse gone slightly off. You should be careful of us. That means we are the same level as sigil system as you. We actually more allied in common interests at least." She stops to a door and listened. A bunch of shouting.

She slips into the room without using the door. A spirit way of passing. She marched around the skirts, she walked through even the damned in her way. She pats the elder kids head in passing. She makes it to Curiosity and took a seat beside him. She folds her hands on show and posed like she had something in this.

"Building a hydro electrical damn will prevent the river down stream from reaching farms. We can't make a permanent solution to have a new water sprout flow in the places, there must be a source for it to stem from." A minister argued at a government business man. These lot are what remains of mages after the collapse event and the visitor was just a normal human from not a mage government. She has a bit of homework to do to understand all this. She doesn't want to hurt "Matthew" 's position.

"Did I just read that right?" The child asked her. She perks away from the living people in here, to then bring up the sigil page. She snickers and throw her left hand to the table in front. She leans in as she spoke among them.

"It was. I use to travel for lost pages to broken books. I am one the most skilled in tome restoration. You have hired my commission before. Always head scratchers. I enjoyed those but not all books wish to be made new or fixed. Pages leave the books for reasons. I recently returned a bunch of these lost pages back to suitable new homes for the names to flourish." She posed her right hand partly open, her left hand drops as if to replace it and her finger softly opens a page to float, "The title I gained from page research... they misunderstood me. They called me the devourer of tomes. I don't eat them. The books are simply fickle."

"So you wouldn't mind a commission?" He sits up in seeing a solution to several issues.

"A pleasure to work with you again." She folds her hand closed and the page fades away, "What segment did you wish for me to tamper? Do you even accept the angry souls in those pages?" She flattens her left hand towards him to point that out. Like she presented her problem at the palm of her hand.

"I found this one." He took it out and slides it across, "the cursed objects say its a locked tome."

"Yes... a god prison." She brushed the surfaces as she has always with every book presented, "One soul contained." She slips a claw to pick the lock and she touches all the internal pages, "A completed universe. This is a finished version of the tomes. The soul is one but really. Nothing is everything." She closed it, "There isn't a keeper. It will reopen eventually and replay the pages. I find many tomes in completed form will begin reply history it records and closed as a locked book like this." She puts it down, "It be the tenth one in my care. They leave eventually. Fickle nature."

"Since when did we have a tome expert?" A damned hissed.

"Silence broken child. You might make the god eaters drool." She returns softly at their language.

"Don't mess with her. She in par with me." The child glares at these other damned lining the wall, "There isn't many of you that know the depths she does." She flutters her left hand dismissively to this subject change, "You are right. But we need a soul from there." She picks up the book for now, "I need the god of death from there. A neutral party to speak to my lot."

She clasped her hands at an instant idea, holding care to the completed book to return to the table. She pose open hands on showing she has messed with the book presented. She tilts in checking everyone.

"You could borrow mine." She sees the lot that dont know her turn mixed, "Although life and death have been at war in my tome. We voted to have them soul swapped. See how the two would feel about doing the others job." She see a lot of pale faces, "I do realize that the most unique universes tend to have some factors that are unsettling. The depth of how things were is never going to happen here. I wouldn't allow it to repeat. I had enough that sorrow."

"Soul swapping is possible. There is a method. And you say voted?" The citizised tones of the other damned along the wall. She huffed in putting a slight shrug as she continues. One sided in left shoulder lifting.

"Indeed. All the other gods at the mercy of life and death because those two were not doing thier duties. So much annoyance. The process requires a bit of miracle bending at the alliance of the other gods. Having been a witness... it actually makes sense. You need something very odd sides to shake hands. It isn't everyday you see the demon god from the south American tribes shake with the Icelandic fey." She rolls her tongue and gives a cough. She realized some that was mistranslated. She turns back to focus with the elder, "Besides. They did sort of left me behind with thier blessings still active. Your term is being a god follower." She folds arms, "Forcing them two to stop bickering for just a moment will be amusing entertainment."

"Why are they fighting?" The follower near the government business man asked.

"Your gods aren't to my knowledge. The way the laws have been made on my side were not as done well as over this side. I see that getting my two to bicker in front of your gods will likely trigger any issue they have with you to be processed better. The arguing the two gods will encourage selfish considerations of how luck this universe is to have basic laws hammered through." She takes pause to see how they follow.

"That actually works well." The elder child had actually laughed to this. Excited for something new, "I really need to hire you more often." He says like he forgotten her. Maybe he had at somepoint. His still himself but the aging young thing is a clear change he never attended. or his life events are short hitting. She had that too. Going to school earlier in that second life. No... the pinical was her father stealing her.

It must be a subconscious thing since she flicked her right hand to stop whatever that was from annoying her. Like the flow of impact was dead-end in the air. She doesn't move evading anything unlike more of the rest if the room ducking for cover. She and the boy blink in really not caring.

"Maybe I should break out the scythe." She offers.

"No... Silver has it covered." The lad huffed, "The pages are flustered as always."

"Pet the cover then the spine. Let it move the pages itself. Once the correct pages is presented. Don't directly stare holes into it, gentle tip reading. The way you read names safely is to brush not stare." She lectures and he gives these instructions a go. He ponders impressed of this method, "You will have to go manual for the soulless tomes and the tomes with no soul names. There isn't spirit energy enough to provide the life affect."

"Is it over?" Curiosity poked with his god first.

"May I please take the dust? or would you like a share?" She asked.

"Dust..." He ponders and is pale. Looking down the table at the clothing pile with a gun sat on the top. He vomits and she nonchalantly brought out a urn. Some other damned in a mask does the filling into urn for her. Curiosity pulls her hand to view like it mattered. It was mangled a bit form the acting forces. She takes it back and has a med kit out to begin cleaning. He pulls her hand to him and began doing that for her. She mutely stays still letting him do the cleaning. Patient even if there times she flexed in flinching. The rest of the room attempted to settle. The dusting thing happens a few to many times often. Someone with paperwork and a lawyer on standby. They have a system to have the gentleman replaced or that the government business was well informed.

"Have you any ID?" Among the folks here for mage stuff.

"I am still in the application process." She gives a off tilt, "Besides, a demon passport would be better suited, that is if this realm bothers with those." She looked to Curiosity in wonder if he knows.

"Oi, we don't talk about the internal processes of hell or heaven." The demon that works with Curiosity. A friend enough to be put into her pocket tome under Curiosity's care.

"To be fair, having a larger amount of living people with the abilities to see folks like demons and angels. It's no wonder you have it all quiet." She returns straight, "In any case, back to business. You want some gods to borrow and those two never left my pages. I recon no one wanted to tell them it was the end of things and they to hard headed to leave. There are plenty of stubborn souls."

"So how are you the follower of both?" Curiosity pausing the bandaging of her hand in asking.

"I have the access to both sides of the tomes. They wanted someone in the grey area to judge questionable deaths. or an excuse to do less work. They picked me because I have access to the segments that not many can. Tomes are often unique by a gimmick or the ordering. The tome I have, it choose to have an index, soulless compendiums and a glossary for bilingual pronouncing." There a slip of fear from the child across from her, "Don't worry about the books. They are just as unliving as me. It's more like an empty puppet with no strings." He backs away and she noticed that Curiosity was all froze to the spot. She looks up and gives a warm smile.

"May I?" She has no issue with the darkness of the kid. Everyone else does, even the scythe that pretends to be a grim repear has nervous.

"No worries. Just careful if you do manage to stir the few souls left. It will enact the defensive something. I think the last time it throw someone through the otherside of hell. Or dust them." She posed her hand at her chest and pulled the skin to the binding leather of the book. She let's it been looked at and the shadow changed its mind. She sinks it back for now, "There was one time it altered in the grim repears hand and literally bite them. The tome claimed it was for folding page corners. But I am sure it was pressing to hard while writting in the names."

"Doesn't taking the book out hurt?" Curiosity follows asking.

"It use to. The more alive you are the less I am. My sense of feeling a connection to this living world is actually a struggle. I will know of someone was trying to kill you and have the access to steal you away from your god." She waves her bandage hand at him and then sighs a out his reaction which was that gulp of nerve, "Don't worry. His a great guy. I make sure to take him with us. To where, who knows."

"At least she honest." The kid tuts, "I would prefer to borrow the segment of the gods of your realm. See who would help." She nods at that and hovered her right hand at the table. She closed her eyes and sensed where. Her hand lowered at sinking through a summons gate and reached. She pulls a crispy book out. She opens her eyes and studies that indeed it is very crispy. She checks the overall bindings. Then slides it across. The elder couldn't even touch it, try as he might. The purity of God soul names prevents him.

"Silver can pick it up. It requests a god teir liesnces with Sigil to open." She notes that a lot of the room is cowarding under the tables again. She brushed the summons closed and the partials that were left behind were put to a jar. She has a sharpie with runic labels.

"That is impressive. Since when does sigil hand out levels to werid none god like entities." She paused writting at flinching at this rough tone. It was like her own family mouthing her. She makes a slow turn to stare at this guy. She noticed the mask in spite of that being a living human.

"Another Glader..." She notes, "Nosy children with no business." She goes back to marking the jar.

"So does everyone that walks around Sigil have no names?" The brother of the snobby guy, seated beside was asking.

"Names have power. Protecting even your nickname prevents the realms from stealing or breaking." She softly mutters at the last touch, "It is why many idiots sought for the tomes in greed of owning the universe of names. Its why the books have a defensive action against those not worthy, untrained and unfiltered."

"Lady of the lost tomes isn't wrong. Travelling the internal boundaries of Sigil has many dangers. Parts of heaven and hell cross link from time to time. There are god eating monsters that roam the place." He makes it too inviting to do this journey or was that the point. She puts away the jar and the pen too. The followers are the same set from before the way fate aligns is quiet a miracle. There goes that strange blurring of vision and focus. Time at pause again. She puts her hands to cover her eyes.