Detangling chains

The perch for bird forms was provided a mock cage fronting. The front looked like she was locked in a cage while the back was open for her to move off if needed. She spends most times over Matthew's left shoulder or on such perch. She fetches small things or refills ink bottles from the supply cabinet. It is often her second opinion about the seals on documents or if she can prove it being a forgery.

She has learnt about the families of mages that live hidden among the unassuming. Its interesting even someone without history can become a mage. Those types tend to be known as awakened and occur when the location has a natural resource of other world energy or a spilt passage to the afterlife. The inheritance mages are those born in a line but only the strongest concentration can do magic. Then the native mages are all able to do magic because the fall of Alantis happened to them (Or that's the simple explanation). Normal people that witnessed the islands of magic disappear have been treated as a native - due to the abnormalities the incident. The more rare types are those that were cross overs, Dahlias herself is a cross over. She's from a universe that wasn't connected before. They treat members of Tricksters as sub class humans. They are and aren't. They are humans but they are crossovers with a mutant curse.

In terms legal situation, mages and sub humans of any type come to be under the care of the Royal Mage Corporation. The collective that has a many ways for helping world governments secretly handle these people with powers beyond humans. A secret world wide service that is its own government but handles dangerous groups and magic casters. The churches have there hands in this too, since god followers fall under mage labeling.

Matthew directly handles the relationships between mages and the many religious churches. Acting as mediator and advicer for the religious folks that come forward with concerns. His hand written letters are always wax sealed with a feather and sent by bird. There is quiet a rotation of death carriers that shuffle papers. His office has more perch areas then space.

"Another request to speak to you." He fluttered a black page her direction. She always burns them at the touch, even the meer instant that her shadow brushed it, "Getting further. They are in the deep central western part of North America now." He knew that from the bird and the return address. She huffed into a puff ball in such thought. She noticed the movement of sin chains nearby and hops off the cage perch, landing confidence on his left shoulder. She nosed him to fix his hair, the tell for one the Enders passing by.

"Dahlias!" James and Daniel with a tome between them. Going by the cover it's a the cult section for voodoo magic practice and neutral party entities. She does have her name in that section. She stares at them directly at waiting for them to speak. She doesn't even seem bothered by the gloom gathered by both boys being mad. She makes her wing flick and her name is then removed from both thier books. In turn, she was altered into a more reptile scale then feathers. She stares at them turning pale.

"Her name was temporarily placed, it was always been removable in case there was such a issue of this." Matthew telling them as he knows from his god or her talking, "So there shouldn't be a damage caused by temporary transfer, it not even sealed correctly. At least, my lord says that about the nature of temporary graphing by her."

At least the boys walking into the small office, this was a spare room off the prayer hall that wasn't being used until Matthew moved his office here. They inspect the changes with her name now removed and this didn't solve anything. Nor did it make it worse.

"Is there other graphing transfer attempts?" She asked posed with her left talon stretched out towards them. The twins worked closely with mute staring and gentle care of turning pages. James spots a different attempt and Daniel looks up to her, "Is the last name Seer? If so, that is a Trickster member. They are trying to re-establish themselves into the order of laws. They do so in breaking them. They seek me for my tome and the accesses I have to a portion that gives them exactly what they want." She shook at the after thought of those words ringing, "However, it's like setting the cats upon pigeons. The broken souls are fragile folks and Tricksters are... over powering. Even trying to set any Seer into my supplement segments has been causing issues. Yet its better then having true death whinging at me again." She sees that they put her name back into the pages temporarily. She was back to feathers at least and she at least attempt to look more bird in her posture.

"So why haven't you contacted them?" Matthew asking in having the subject come around. She certainly turned darker toned at the meer reflection of the treatment she had before.

"What if we simply have them come in for a interview... You can choose to fave them or not." James having the brain of a detective or mage agent. His universe had him working as a normal mage agent the governing body of mages, it was nicknamed MAC. He was sent on the grime murder scenes of where darkwoods would use human sacrifices.

"But you already profiled them." Daniel taking a file out James storage.

"I was being hopeful that this didn't come to play." James taking the file back and storing back. Matthew smirks amused of the two getting along for once. Daniels side of the universe was James other half but all the souls of the gods that had a civil war during the dream worm enders crisis. Daniel had been a first hand killer of many innocent and sinners. His insanity is so flexed that it has its own personality and does things while Daniel isn't watching it. There was no point in arguing who had the better half of the collapsing universe, given now three sides were merged into nine other segments left of other wrapped universes. Their father, the mage king is the only universe that Dahlias has had no insight about. She however suspected it has to do with the ai machines that seem to have suddenly come to exist among humans. Or maybe it was Marks drive to rule the universe. The universe Mark has is quiet grim with the gods in his palms, he used the tome for his own gains. His the only Ender that can't summon his tomes... likely torn out the tome system and uses his judgement over all souls of his universe.

"Dahlias." She is scooped and poked playful like a kitten in Matthew's arms. His smirk in treating her this way. She got to lost in her thoughts, "You should not stress yourself so extensively. You shed scales again." He was right and she totally melts in his presence.

"Can you at least fix the tomes while we find those people affected?" James posing the book their direction. Daniel is quick at snatching it out of reach. The two glare, so clearly thier are divided about trusting her.

"I will tell you a little story... I don't know if it matters anymore nor do I know whose universe it concerned more." She nests herself real comfortably on Matthew's left shoulder again, she climb on up while the two bickered over tome handling. They both really shut off, they clearly didn't want to hear it or this triggers something of a pet peeve. She inspected their reactions and suddenly turns away from not being interested in telling them at all.

"I still want to hear it." Daniel mask poking at the desk edge and was clearly afraid of being caught too. She sighs in considering it but she sees that the lads were to busy to pay attention. She peers at the eager mask and to Matthew that wanted to know.

"Its a pass down story among the Tricksters for why they were originally cursed as they were." She tilts at reading the room, "The story was later altered to prevent the secret from being used against them. The founding members told a version which was a lie to the generations after them. The only member among the living that always knew to turth was the inheritance of the tome. The keeper of the tome held more other secrets, so keeping the families one was just sided." The mask lost interest of these details. She turns all silent again.

"But it brought about the foundation concept of hell, heaven and purgatory. This is one my favourite stories but each version I hear has a odd twist about it." Matthew clapped hands together softly, "I like the idea that there would have never been an afterlife until this story came around."

"Oddly many Clothus say that too." She huffed, "That the idea of life after death was never flourish. Its why the paradox problems came about." She finds herself tilted, "I do believe I had even told Twilight this story too. She loved it." She shook, "But poor Silver. His master was cruel clothus." She had certain made many come to really focus on her now. She flicked even how Omens was nesting himself to listen to this.

"I love a good story." Raven perch on the table at Matthew's right side, "Here I thought crimson souls loose their memories."

"They should... but the process was broken at somepoint." She frowns, "But you talk to Erebus about that."

"Who?" Matthew blinks confused on where that name drop came from. There are many of the room that knew the name but had not a clue. They all chattered together and became side tracked. There was suddenly an urgency in some other matter. The room cleans out of people and spirits. Even Matthew puts on his feathered cloak and Omens gave him an instant doorway. She got left behind. Yet... she isn't exactly alone in the office.

Daniels insanity, it pulled itself from hidden and sits eager. Shuffled right to the desk looking at her on the surface. She narrows in study of it horror. A broken burn spirit. A testament to the motive and will power he has even when he lost marbles. Damned this torn are normally feral or animal spirits. She doesn't mind that he was a sinner with many regerts on his shoulders. A guy that has murdered... the cold set in the back-light of his eyes.

"Sigil, action." She cast with lifting her right wing. The panel came but its broken as the day she left the realm. She flexed feathers at dusting the menu off. She brought up the notepad function which was in the undertakers tab, she glossed many tabs and soft to pull from the file systems. She had the document she needed. Once she has the copies, she inks them into pages. She closed the panel. Still the mask sits patient for the story.

She stares no longer at him so detailed. rather she was looking at the shadows chains it uses and wears.

"Souls are shapeless in the living realms and they become somewhat solid like a gas with liquid quality in the dead realms. For there was once a place that soul were solid and the rest of you was simple a ghost. This was the mid lower grounds, a realm that the dead can speak to the living. Before we had dream lands and gods. I speak of a time where the sun and moon kept us, not shadows or sand." She gently pulled a chain visible, "These were once the guidance the soul needed to for fill enlightenment. Made by previous enlighten souls before you. Eventually fate was a born concept and people suffered by careless gods. These were then seen as a sin and faith was about not having them." She gently picked at the links at this one was stuck on another. He was being squished by them, "In the age of no afterlife, when gods walked among the humans and these chains were tasks we took pride in. I walked from life to death and back again. It wasn't a law then and I simply was following my chains. I seen beautiful things. Realms you may know as segments of heaven and hell... but they were different. The sky they shared and the people then were like me. As the longer we learn what different is, the more divided and bigger the boundaries were set. I didn't mind. It brought peace in otherwise the fear of being ate by demons or upsetting the god next door. Even angels. They haven't changed at all, soulless that learn to copy and mimic. They use to be nightmares that took over you life, being a better copy of you. Creeps, really." She finally had most of those chains snaking around him in a more comfortable placing. She had even give a smile to the mask and it was true smile that hide nothing, "You remind me of such things. Its not insanity. Its enlightenment and the ability to make past the boundaries." She picks one up that he no longer has need on him, "But I get the feeling that you haven't travelled your chains to seek the things you want." She makes a new loop and attached it to him, "Remember, these chains are made of souls that want something honoured or to share with you. It may now be a sin to do so... but we need to live in order to have no regerts. Equally amounts of reckless and following order." She nested herself to the desk again. she tilts at the mask not being satisfied. She had even snickered at his expression.

"Back when the age of things were face value... what exactly happened to your family?" He asks so carefully. She does think it over.

"Some angels whom mimic things long enough begin to grow their own soul and tie themselves to follow gods. It was considered an honour to work under a god of miracles. Demons changed too, their eldest took on human traits and even human lovers. Entire families were made with mix heritages." She tilts at listening around to be sure and with certainty she knew that someone else was here now. She smiles with a veil now and changes herself to be a bird in every way. She acts collected and calm, but really she was looking around through her mask and hides that side of her.

The elder felt it too now, he stands and glooms around sheltering her. The mask felt this much due to her personality and way that she was different from others. Truly she is a freind that he can speak to about the off living concepts with, without the judgement or disgust that follows misunderstanding.

"Oh, I have been caught." The demoness steps from hiding from a small space, wearing a suit in reptile skins. She took off a belt and altered into a long sword, "I guess I found what I am looking for at least." She puts herself into pose in waiting to be striked first. She may however taunt with powders being thrown about, trying to use potion to gain favour of a wild reaction. Dahlias had took a candle out and light it, using the source of other world light to spot her attacker. She spears tail whipped it out. Demoness jolted in expecting this tail to cut through her. Flinched in covered by her own potion dust for a moment.

"Take a doorway." Daniel's mask whispered at her.

"Greater great grand mother. How rude of a demon like you to walk holy grounds." Speaking openly in human and the demon sighed in annoyance, "By the grant of sanctuary, you must not harm those that are protected by the Holy spirits. You may be only a visitor but you can not unsheath a weapon of war." She flexed at preventing chains attaching to her or the mask of Daniel, "You will not impose your assumptions over us. You must be here to speak at peace or be sent to some random layer else where." Even if she is a bird, she stands. "I the follower of omens can only give you heed of things. Your pursuit for the lonely soul among your blood had already met you before. By your words and your actions, they have felt unwelcome and not trusting of your values. Sure it is never to late for forgiveness but the sincerity has long lost. You and your lover. You both crossed a line twice now. More if I care to include the lashes of those outside the order of universe. You may no longer be worthy of the chains you should have bared and no longer were you to be processed in that matter. You showed the cosmos that your unworthy of succession. You have only your selves to blame."

"Cosmos? Omens is not that powerful."

"Heeding warnings is all this follower can give you. But where it translated from..." Daniel's mask became solid and stands over this demon, "Unfathomable of the highest selfish considerations." He must have been soul reading her too, "You are no longer welcomed on these grounds. Your intent is unbecoming of these holy grounds." The cast of summons, enacting banishment. The hands are unable to touch the demon. Only the floor of her feet. Dahlias flexed at casting a breeze spell and the powders clouds the room dusting thick layers everywhere. The elder was much larger but even he was in significant to the pages that plastering the ceiling looking down on them. By the formation of ink reaching out the ceiling plaster pages are the hands of those worlds reached and collared the demoness, and thrown to the current summons of this universe. The demoness is indeed banished off all holy grounds. The ink returns back to the pages and the dust caking the place was moved into a sealing jar. Dahlias sits at on the elders left shoulder, petting him with gentle care. He was scared, fragle souls always are high strung. She began singing softly in bird tones, and he sits down on the floor. Sleeping. She had drifted the mask to relax and sleep. She stays on his shoulder as he leans at the desk floor.

"The demon lady and a gentleman of white wings came to sit together during a human festival. They talked of differences and laughed at how there was some things universal even if they are opposite sides. Humans provided stronger drinks and lips were loose speaking. Minds wondered strange things and feelings grew strong in a seedling." She gently spoke telling this secert, "When gods began to war, humans followed to mirror in the name of being blessed by such gods. The demon and angel forgot their festival of talking for a long century. Both with abnormalities of thoughts became high ranking. They met several times on accident with both given the orders to hate and kill each other. But the goddess of love made her declaration against war. The two sometimes slip out of view. They made it a habit too. They got caught and were brought in chains at the middle of no man lands. They were wed together as their last wish, and executed together. The corpses left there as a reminder of what it means to love the enemy." She sees that his deep asleep, "Their children that witness the death of there parents. Well... they feared being found. They had to use the means possible to hide that they are. Even if it meant using their parents corpses." She tilts at the ceiling of so many pages, "They then had to use humans too... and became monsters. It was the means to survive but they were out casts. Their souls unique and made in balance. They were powerful and held humanity. They sought to protect time and space, they accepted being casted out form the universes. They watched the world's from the curtains and veils. They sometimes would find way to reach back... sending children of thier own among the universes they treasure." She peers at the doorway being lifted and the return of Matthew and Omens. She gently wakes the elder to make sure he doesn't lash out confused, "They became the myth of the crimson souls. The dawning of clothus and damned alike. The precursors of all spirits that can not reach." She snickers, "The sinner chains became such a tool to bridge hearts lost from one universe to the next. Someday they hope to met worthy souls to become friends. Those that can pass the test of chain." She scuffed his head in snickering, "Did you sleep well little elder? Was the story that boring?" He so wide eyed at her and sort of dazed, "Oh dear, I think they must have upset you. They lost a lot being trapped away form things. Morbid curiosity. You must have gained something at least." He softly stands up, got her off his shoulder and staggered leaving. Knocking head first into a door, "Your solid dummy. Use the doors." She reminds him. He certainly felt that pain and hissed at opening the door. She smiles naturally at his leave, "I do wonder how that is going to translate to his living side. Maybe he come a scream at me later."

"Excuse you. What do you think your doing with one the Enders?" Omens fluttered at her side, "Which one was that?"

"The insanity of the eldest. The dead portion of himself and his damned melded into a abnormal hybrid. Remember that his soul is literally fine sand partials, so having multiple bodies is natural coping strategy." She tilts sideways that she lost the omens god on that note.

"Is that what is wrong with him?" Matthew asking.

"Depends on how Daniel sees it. There isn't anything wrong with him. The universe may just filter his many forms as a problem or pain." Matthew noticed something about the whole room and began pouring salt and sand in places. He had to fix some seals he had set here. He was annoyed in how using such things was not ideal. He jolts at a jar being empty on a shelve. He took it and show it her. She reads the labels.

"I see." She nods at this and then took flight up to the ceiling. She flew into the the pages and goes collecting stuff back that was stolen or suitable replacements. She returns back landing in the office, the bag of content clattering. Forgetting to to resize herself, she began putting things back and being unnatural doing so. She placed a full jar and throw the empty one to be caught by the ceiling inks. She does know that travel through her tome pages make her disconnect to time in the current universe, so she will have time skipped. Once she finished, she sighs looked about the place and shrinking herself back to the hawk. She wasn't paying attention to what is happening.