Drawings

Fazed sight wavered back softly in the static gloom, the ward was full of excitement. Those that are awake are whispering to each other about staying in bed for as long as possible, to be on Santa's good list to the very end. Dahlia reached for her remote and has the bed lift her. She stares at how she tries to work her lower half at all. Some wiggle maybe. She nearly gives up with her right big toe finally twitched. She sat up enough and was entirely focused and making that happen again. She sighs at frustration of the slow response that her feet and toes have, not enough connection at all for any sense of movement. She was worried about bed sores too. She considered pressing the button to call for help to go to the loo.

Her eyes flickered to the person seated on the chair, mutely they been going through all her drawings and writing. She changes her mind about calling for help. Sitting there and staring at them. They noticed that she sees them and lowers the papers for now.

"Now, I don't need a life story and I have no bother in business with whatever is going on with your life." They give back her drawings and shows open empty hands. They are afraid of her in a way beyond reasonable, she literally can taste the fear off them. She waved her left for them to continue getting to a sort of point. It changed nothing.

"It's nice to meet you total random stranger. If your this scared of me, why even bother being here at all. I am no one important around here and there is plenty of drama without this fuss. May you please get to your point?" She spoke with her mask and her speaking issues is clear. The stranger was even taken back by her manners and lack of memories. They ease but also held back.

"Can I see the book?" They ask and she knew what they meant. She however doesn't have an answer. She's literally the book or what is left of it. Vague memory that has taken over everything else about her. She pose open in sort of stating it clear without words. Are they going to get it or do they think she tricking them? She waved again to restate it and the oddity doesn't seen to make human emotions. She sighs and cross arms. She doesn't have words.

"I need to actually find out if your meant to be here or not. If you were here by accident or something. It would seem your in a book section that isn't this world." She nods and yet it doesn't always mean she doesn't have a place in this universe. She attempts to widlthdraw a segment but she hurts when she did. She felt it had to do with the stitches. She tries another method, on that she noted working for one page summons. Gladly it doesn't need to be her harming herself in view of everyone. Her right hand hovers over the iv drips of her left hand, she wears those when staying in bed for long period. A bit of focus and her blood moves to her thoughts, just enough to summon a page. She doesn't have a lot in her. She also saves over using blood by using a paper nearby as the back surface. Only a thin layer to highlight names. Not enough to make it readable to normal means. It shuffles to shape for any other pages. She presented this as the new answer.

"Do you really make it that easy?" They ask.

"If you have bad intentions, I might have considered eating you." Her mask makes soft view and the tendrils reaching around ankles, "Besides... now I know your name. I can grab you as I please." She smiles gently to the stranger, they no longer want to touch her page, "Oh dear... you figured out why you don't want to touch my blood." She seeps it back through the iv and sticks the tape better down. She looks about the gentleman, the grown up version of the creep kid in her dream. No... its more then that. She sighs, "I don't mean to be rude or menacing. I have as much a human heart as you. We have a creep of dust in common. I don't know a lot other then that you two swapped places a lot. You swapped universes a lot too. I suspect, your the real James. His the corrupted someone that used to share your universe with. Some comic events pass and now your keepers of different universes." She looks along the ward of children all happy and egear, "I bet he was terrible and great."

"I pity him, not that he likes that." James laughed at that, "Your the soul partner of Matthew. Or you were. Your situation is like mine with that guy. Sometimes I was the Prince and sometimes the servant. You're a partner pair of undertakers from comparly wrong sides if the tomes. Now your separated correctly but your fates are still binding... just as mine is." He pats her shoulder, "Would you allow me to soul swap you and Matthew a while? I need him and his not doing anything important." She looks about herself, "Yeah... your body here is a mess after that fight."

"It seems my grandfather that hates me is on this side. My grandmother is his side. The demon and the angel. The two who swap souk places." James nods at understanding, "I thought you didn't want my life story?" She asked and he nervous reached up to scratch his back awkwardly, "He would need to know if his entering this body. My sibilings distrust me. I have no recollection of how I got to this point of my life. I trust none of them. I can only trust that actions they will do in distrust." James jolts at that sort of vain of thinking, "I am in a lot of pain, my bruising just starting coming in." She posed hand on her tummy, "I don't know of the angelic blessing will cause his soul issue. At least he shares my immunity of God slayers."

"He does?"

"Partners share a part of themselves. A soul bind is a serious contract. Not only was it a undertaker one. It worked with a living like me because it was part Clothus." She softly explains, "Taboo now. Illegal in many universes. A good reason too. A living person able to see the afterlife. The filter of nice that the afterlife gives was wiped away." The insight was actually really helpful for James. He softly goes into explaining the duties that the follower of omens must do. He taught her and they spent this whole morning in practice of the rituals and prayers. She was very good and any slips can be made better with the Lord of omens literally sitting on her shoulder constantly.

"His been trapped in that universe in loop for a long time, mostly my fault because his progression is here." James sighs, "I am not so good at this job as my freind is. Broken as he maybe, I have faith in us that he will recover his dust into a whole soul again someday... if that helps him." She offers her left hand, he moved away from it in fear flinch again. She reached enough to pat him softy. Her way of showing understanding of his burdens.

"He isn't alone anymore when things end." She stated, "Just as Curiosity's not alone when he returns his soul shape back to a Clothus once again."

"That's his real name?" She shook at that.

"I don't know his Clothus name. That was his undertaker nickname." She gets comfortable, "I will look after him until he had to soul swap again."

"I look after this version of you while your gone." They promise on this.

"I am sure you work hard with what you can and can't. I will try not to be picky about the outcome."

She brought out those drawing and she explains their importance. The school. The house. The pets were disguised god eaters. She shows her favourite realms and how beautiful they are. She understands with how the universes slight alter small details that hides these originals. She explains her practice of candle making and the sort of things they work against and for. She taught this guy survival advice for travel across different sigil. She was only being fair with what he taught her in being a god follower. She really is a sort of expert in the subject of realm walking as a free soul. She described her one lifetime as many little short lives in many worlds that she travelled through in soul journey. Her practice of smells and powders made more sense.

"Would you like to go back to starting again?"

"If it meant starting my life and meeting Curiosity. Ending up here again. Talking to you and seeing that guy somehow." She gives a real smile, "I don't mind it at all. To be blank again and feel my emotions for the first time." James nods at that, "But I would rather use my knowledge to help the universes I have been through. Well... you know. Not interrupt any sort wishes the universe needed."

"I did understand. You would help if the situation allows it. You wouldn't do or mean to do harm there otherwise." She glad his as understanding as the dust guy. Philip... yes. That was the living name. She quiet tired again, she settles laying down again. She has her stack of drawing neat again. A few pages were being read or looked by James. Seated in deep thought over his own investigations. The badge at his belt dulls slightly in his worrying. He comes to understand, she another tool that his Philip used to repair the multiverse. Her life thread spun so thin in places made to take the strain of realms no living should have seen. He was no different in being used. A most used tool then her.

For the time being in focusing back to his living life, she actually provides a critical bit of evidence in tracking the terrorist group. The youngest child drawing things to attempt some memories did achieve it, not that she thinks she did. He has plenty of evidence to pull all six into care of the Magic Congress. The hidden society of mages. His this worlds version of the lost Prince. An Agent right under thier nose.

She so restless falling deeper to sleep.