Drafts in dreaming of sliding doors

She brushed her eyes with the bandaged left hand. Clearly the meeting room of so many people. For the most part they have been cowarding under table. All these gentlemen wearing cheap business or office wear. There were very outstanding exceptions like the kid. The young lad was a 10 year old height with the fashion of a college goth. Black hoodie and sits moping like one. He has no shadow, or rather its the large thing scrunched in the corner unsure of what to do with itself. She seen god slayers mope and it's what comes to her mind when thinking a out the elder Ender in his state. Ready to knock his head into the wall for sure.

There are god followers. Elemental gods it seems. Water. Flames. Earth. Plant. A full party with decoration befitting their culture and gods. Even the water follower wears make up like a water pixie.

Curiosity was always that odd ball grey cotton layering black feathers. He either sports neat gentlemens cut hair or long flowing hair. Ripped right out some TV drama about the saxons or pagans of medieval Britain. Throw in the gold and silver embroidered detachable hood that he wears often around new people. His oddly fitting here.

"It takes two souls to work the gateway, gladly there are plenty of qualities in about five us here." Her mind flicks with the subject and slightly wavered in the disortation for a moment, "You need someone from the side your going and the soul of someone from the side your from. Their time spent and memories will guide you. The level of interaction will depend on many factors but your not invincible or invisible." She sees that there is fear and doubts. She tilts in check of the opinions of the elder that these souls matter with. The youth nods gently. She nods back, "You will need to borrow energy or have complete faith in the gods that your about to borrow." She see confused looks and she tilted, "Just as I have to borrow from these two to interact with this world." She lifted her hand and this mirror in both curiosity and the lord of omens, "The extent of borrowing is limited to your reach to the god you pray to. The more devote and together you are." She stops toying the two around as its really the first time she forced an action through them. She doesn't want distrust from this.

"You really are just a damned spirit with little hope to cling to." A rude fella that isn't in the party to go throw. She doesn't want to correct him, or play that dirty. She is crushed enough with herself. She hopes this chain the lad gave her would actually lessen her pain. She does seem to close up, arms folding at her torso as always. She isn't hurt but it does sting in a way. She has to pretend to be a damned spirit, this spit from this guy should be her pride of acting.

"We should get to know your basic past. What sort of fragments in your time will we will be meeting?" She locked her fingers just then, it was preventing her from clasping time pause.

"I had three lives. Two of which were human in a living world similar to your own. Phones. TV. Going to school. Having a job. I tried to live as normal as my abilities gave me. Cursed with the sight to see the afterlife around me, there were days I thought I was crazy. Times I spoke to invisible people and made the general public fear I was unhealthy. I didn't have an easy start in life in both times. Hindered by my host knowledge and soul bleed through." She lowers, "It be nice if you found the fragments I lost. Yet I guess that would be asking to much and being to wishful for a miracle that will never be."

"Back the way up..." The slam hands of the silver eyed reaper, he was here for the dust pile in the urn. This sudden appearance made many jolt. For her, she watched him walk in ages ago and linger in reach of the young lad with soul of Ender elder in him, "This journey has the potential to find missing soul fragments? Why was this method not documented?"

"Because I am a tome keeper, not a host handler. Grim reapers or their scythes are the script writers. You do not change the material or fabric making of the tome. When a mistake is made, it is the tome or a keeper whom fixes that. Not a handler like you." She had a nasty snarl in return, "The lengths we put up with fixing mistakes. You just don't realize how detriment it is." She folds tighter and sighed a chilling down, "The gates require one of the two required souls to be a tome keeper and bare the burdens you cause in destroying the pages." She was so still and nearly peaceful right after that temper burst. It is quiet a bit of whiplash of emotion, "I have already accepted this before this conversation happened. In some way, I don't have a choose in the matter."

"Given the state of the tome that is already damaged. A journey through your time period isn't straight forwards." The lad huffed, "And your universe has a gimmick that isn't law here." She nods at this.

"Not only are there undertakers. The living worlds time stream would reset itself. The work of the afterlife is a much harder system for you to blend in with. The disconnection between living and dead is much different and complex. How the universe copes with souls that had tainted energy or spare soul grains isn't like magic in this universe. There is no magic, only those that interacted or harmed." She stopped because there was a flinch by everyone around her. She didn't understand thier problems. She takes stop to see just how ill or pale some are. She doesn't seem bothered in the least. She notes that the lad had the god portion opened, he picked the pages manually in disgust. Struggling with the meer touch of the thing. At least he understands the disgust she puts up with.

"The tome that held that universe wasn't a normal one either. It was among the mutated from the energy exchange that caused havoc across many universes. The fall out wiped Twilight's and Judgement's universes. It seems you has the sharpenal from the blast. The energy depravity in my universe would mean it was powered behind it."

"Such casting of something would take several gods or one well planned backstabber." Among the masked folks laughing it off.

"It doesn't have to be a god." She posed forwards an idea. They all tilted in many manners, "The culprits or culprit will have to evade punishment for. That profile they already suffered for it by way of karma and fate law. We can all agree that a universe has those strange qualities, right?"

"So it could be one of us broken souls or a feral soul?" A masked damned nods at slowly, "Or that they turned feral from the guilt of the deed."

She ponders a sudden sort of thought. The elder is a sort of soul to hunt down anyone that did this sort of thing. He would have a method at keeping them in check. He is selfless to feel pity if the reason the being gave for their actions felt justify. They would have all the time of a universe... the sand dunes of her universe, or rather the time grains that made the protective barrier between her universes and others. Not many navigate that sort of thing. She only had her mind wonder when the chains she asked to take began to hurt her. It was answer she needs. For that, in spite of the burdens this chain gives her. She knows whomever at the other end was baring it worse. The likely soul that caused this conflict.

"I wish to put aside the idea of punishment and focus with what we have to remain. If I am counting correctly..." She unfolds and leans forwards at the table again, "We have all these Enders... All these poor unfinished names. Unfinished tomes. Broken. Torn. Left to rot." She slams her left hand at blocking anyone interrupting with a foul talk of punishment, "Your all lazing around with there is work to do. Burdens we can be give kindness and show a way through. Once we unpick the victims from out the frying pan. Maybe then we can have a better depth of why. Why was needed to erase three connected universes?" She had them blinking in wonder.

"Erasing universes? There aren't any missing." The turned of others pouting at this ordeal and she tilts at the one whom knew she was right. His own darkness quivered at the weight of her resolve.

"Three connected?" She tilts to Curiosity that has his mind working over time, "The numbers of letters in names. The origins of how they are written. The way magic was always carried across... not founded." She pose her hand at agreeing to this notion, "This is giving me a stomach ache." She pats him in comfort for that at least.

"You said something interesting before about tomes. How they don't always with to be fixed a new or returned. What are you suggesting to do instead?"

She closed hands once again. She stiffened at reminding herself to not mover her right hand so much.

"Ask the estate agents of the multiverse to rehome or repurpose places with potential. Let's not waste what we have already and make the most of what we can create together." She can't stop that real emotion from filtering that relief and sorrow, "We may never know why those universes did what they had to. We may never know what really happened. But sways of human history is lost all the time, names erased and forgotten. Many slip away." She has quiet the hold of so many around here, so many scared of her. She got to swept up to herself. She stands and folds away so many of her aspects, just a faceless doll bride in a wave of silk veils. She takes a soft bow.

"Wait!" The bird god squawked but she had already steps through a slip way of her own. Unable to follow her, just slightly out of touch.

"Left it to a woman to work it out." The elder damned scrunched in the corner tickled commentaries. Often mirror in the ten year old that kicks a foot under table from time to time. It's interesting that he does hardly anything on a surface level.

"Taking that was her accepting to hold off a punishment." The ally of silver melting eyes, "It's also the exact way Twilight reacted too." The child and his broken shadow side share a synchronised nod at that.

"Women are scary enough." Another claps, "What was her deal with holding back her right hand that whole time?"

They slowly look to Curiosity and the bird that watched the way she left. They were the only two that can still sense her direction and temper. She didn't take the news well but she wasn't about to throw her temper at them. The depth of stepping towards understanding and sorrow is filled to many emotions to unpack. She wasn't going to get over this but she doesn't want it to rule over her either. She only wants a moment to secure some of these feelings for not, a mammoth task. Yes. Just a moment.

"She really has grown up a lot. Just how long was the tome distance between us?" Curiosity pondered at nearly a thoughtless manner. The bird form of the god pose wing at being second to this odd ball of thinking.

"Just how strong of a soul is she, to persist long after things moved on."

"The issue is that the universe that she is from and in turn you too, Mattu. That set of realms had unfinished lives and deaths. The souls left entrapped there will eventually take her over, forcing her hand eventually to enact any means necessary to have something done about it. It just her own will power against the tide of deprived souls. She had more strength of contorl then even myself. And yet... she has so much less amount of soul then me. She truly is a great monster within." The child shook, "Its souls like her that we have thanks for still having existence. It is her depth of reach combined with four others. They truly ended the dream worm wars. The cause as she claims, will never be determined. Given her view of why a triple set of connected universes will allow the extent to erase itself so drastically. She doesn't speak riddle at all. She meant it." The Silvery eyes slowly pans to the child.

"A Ender never speaks clearly like that."

"Because she isn't one. She is a tome keeper. Not a Ender." The child glares vague, "When all is done, and this universe is a closed locked book. It is folks like her whom protect us. There is a system beyond just those that destroy tomes, realms and universes." The tilt of interest, "She must have met the tome makers. Her depth of insight is so vast."

"What do mean there is a whole system? Enders are just clean up crew for the ended time and finished books." The hiss of a damed slams hand down to be heard.

"What did it say?" The bird asked.

"So there is a system beyond even you?" Curiosity slides to the child.

"There is a multiverse at stake and we're in it." The child sighs at how lost his room of people is. So he reels back the time. The living people fade and blur at restoring back to before.

Conversation was back to a water damn and the hydro electrical system. Someone hissing about the water down stream. The annoyance had the guy burnt to Ash again. She just sort of blips back to time, stood at the chair she sat orginal. She leans at the back of it, hands clasped and just looking down. Her veils flutter slightly with no action of breeze. Stood like a statue.

"We need to find the gods goblet!" God followers staking a throw into balancing magic flow.

"It is only a temporary transfer. It will not last. We will have to take one from the god realms and not the altered ones." The bickering vents on.

"I say!" Among the mask living humans was this champ that shares complexion with the kid elder and is a clear dweller of this universe. Not working alone is the mask dead guy at his shoulder. Clearly brothers and for sure were on this plan the whole time. The dagger kills the bird, but the avatars life doesn't affect a god. The swift action of sword, a ghost through the table at stabs. Yet not the intended target. Mattu is backed up to the wall while was her that met half way. The sword stabbed truly into her abdominal region, the tip unable to follow through her was poking through her throat. The intent to run him through was a improperly made to gut through her.

"She knew all along that you intention was to murder him." The child just sunk at his spot, "Just what were you thinking? I warned you she was on par with me. I go with even saying I have no way to act against her. In spite of this universe being my territory, she had any chances to take this from me." She peers quiet deeply over the guy still holding the weapon through. They attempt to keep pushing through her beleive she is just a damned.

"I am holds the divider of unknown and known. I am not the average book keeper nor is the books upon my collections normal." Her right hand stabbed through the chest of this guy and her fingers to hold of the soul within, "Even in eons death may die and life becomes a meer echo in hollow. I had been the witness of the first and I shall see through my promises." The soul is slowly being removed with force, "Granted by the gods of divine grace. I hereby execute and make you a new. May the gods of other forms speak now to prevent my punishment." Her arm was brushed the reach of a goodess that embodied love. The meer near moment that the bird god should land upon her shoulder, narrowing a depth of warning to this action if she is to follow through. Lastly was that she had been seeing the expression of the child at the corner of her eye this whole time. Yes... he gains pain from this. She let's the soul softly loose hold at her fingers and she allowed her mask to take a more natural shape. Clay surface turned glossy the single eye it is, peering in deep narrowing to hyperfocus. As her arm exits the tendrils of her extended being pulls in taking back the god tome segment, Curiosity and the corpse of the bird. She has her other hand slap the hold of the weapon through her free. The blade fell out of her.

"By the grace of love. I withhold my punishment. Some poor soul needs you. Your wife likely and the son that stares on helpless of my rules. Consider my respect to follow laws not in your interests." She pulls the callor, "A shame because I am quiet hungry. The negative brats like you taste the sweetest." She thrown him at the wall and fling her right hand at clasping the damned chain she has accepted from this brat. She draw it forwards, "Now listen the rest of you. Slack anymore and I will hunt you down instead of the feral." She growls that chain becomes entangle to them all, snaking to her will. A power she is given as a undertaker.

"Lea!" Mattu makes it out of her tendrils and is the one to pull her close. He made step backwards. The longer he had that fearless hold of her, the cool emotion rose through her. Indeed love, she melted and stood down for him. She had even leaned and lost strength of her legs. He picked her up like princess and cradles her. Holding her until she deep into sleep. The dead don't sleep but she would rather act like she is for his sake.

"She took back the segment we needed to borrow. You killed the bird. The attempted murder was nearly met with you being devoured." The child crossed arms, "She is right. Tomes are fickle natured. The remains of her tome has taken over her. Sheer will power and depth of trust between book and keeper has given her spirit this much freedom of allowance to act. I go as far as saying if we are to loose her spirit, that tome collections become no different to a god eater. A god eater that can interact among the land of the living. She is astoundingly strong for a small flake of a soul. She treasures those breaks for those she cares for." The bird awakens back from death, standing and dazed. Mattu reached over and his lord climbs over. Taking a while at observation. The bird hops lower to her, petting her head with a wing. Truly it understands what she did for it. For the god of omens. The blade that was through her was rusted broken at the floor, meer moves near it would further damage it. Leached of qualities.

"She deserves having better. Yet her universe will never look upon her sacrifice as a act of a heroine. Just as this universe painted me the villian." The child spoke these words but there is no tell of if he is having a second conversation through body language or gestures. She was pretending to sleep. It makes Curiosity calm that she is. If there was a raising tension about him, she leans into his chest more.

"Deal is still on the table for granting us passage through a multiverse gate, right?" She twitched her left hand which would be noted.

"She literally threatened to eat us." Posed a thunder at the table, she was indifferent.

"She was just doing as the book asked of her. She was a human soul with abnormal life of being surrounded by invisible monsters. She was adored by the god eaters and things. There are many things we don't have names for... they adore her still. If love is to sacrifice their lives for her soul to stay, they have gladly gave it." Her head pat softly, "Even undertakers, demons and angels couldn't do their duties near her. Fearlessly loved and cared by."

"Your acting off then the normal." He seems to be guarding her in a pulled stronger hug, "Your bewitched!" The swift blade clatters upon the tendrils that shields them from harm and spray shatter of the blade turned as the last one was. A grim reaper is unable to preform a duty as its blade also was stuck by a tendril. The soul of the blade had been removed before it was shattered. The little stone was held with care, a petting motion on the soul. The apology is accepted at the least and refuses return to a grim repear so irresponsible. The grim repear without a partner became visible, stood in shock with a empty wood handle. They stand straight and awkwardly at this issue, the handle held at their side.

"A reminder, she has more authority here." The child glares, "She isn't bound by the god laws of this universe. She follows them in sheer respect towards me." The quiver of the attacker that was more raged or shitting himself. Curiosity peaks looks out from curl of protecting.

"I don't die here anymore." He holds her closer, "Its not repeated loop of living and dying." Many half living undertakers have this issue. They repeat the lives they have spent. Even if they change the small details, the way all things will be doesn't change. Curiosity has been trapped in this universe since she was at school in her first year term closing. The length of that time is nothing compared to the reliving cycles he spent here.

The sheer thought of what she has done for him, he clamps up more with unsure. He does know what normally happens which is a god court trial that endlessly turns him into a damned shadow of himself. Haunting his gods shoulder until a new followr takes over. He listless watchs for the elder Ender to reset things which always happens. He is reborn alive in his medieval human life, taken in by the bird of omens. Sent again to those annoying off living world errands. He always reaches this meeting, nothing new to say or nothing he does changes his death here. Even a meer miracle that he does, its worse version of what could happen. So he holds her because he believes this might be a worse version. But... his god said it was different.

"I came to steal you away from this universe." She has many tendrils around him and the bird, "I was so respecting everything up until this." She altered form at being the one cradling him, "Your the one wish I had asked for. I spent my lifetime as an undertaker at your side. I forgave you for following a Kings order before. I have accepted the new pet also treasure." She held the omens god too, "My patience is waning. It is time to go." She stands looking down at the rest of the room, "My contact details are easy to find on the sigil server. File your court papers. I will be seeing anyone of you in court." She tilts as the pages of the tome plaster as a mosaic along the wall, a doorway draw itself into those pages. It opened inwards, real framed wood pulling by a golden hinge, "Sekhmet will be my lawyer." She glares.

"What's a goddess of vengeance doing as a lawyer?" The door began to close behind her slowly, pages peel and distorted the way back. She hovers at waiting just slightly out of the doorway. She knows that Curiosity can't leave the realm. She only has to wait for them to stop looping time annoyingly. It's the least she can do for Curiosity and if they do have him die. She will have to stand in living in his place. Not that he or his god would appreciate it. She will however act as the next follower for the omens god in that universe, serving to keeping Curiosity locked as spirit to her until she dies, again.

The distortion came to stop, pages flexed back in place. The same argument between living people rings. She gently has Curiosity walk out first, while she stays wrapped in his shadow. She had even held the bird of omens on his shoulder, shielding the bird from hard if so needed.