Moody

"Sorry for taking so long. The scythes folks were right little..." She huffed at not finishing that, "I got disconnected to time here because of them. So the next time you see Silver, you complain at him." She flutters past standing people and then lands onto the chair on the left side, she peers about the paperwork in being nosy, "Neat. That a genuine seal of office from the courts. What's the details if order about?" She cast a spell at lifting the papers around, "I have been gone about..." She puts the papers down and pouts, "I am so sorry. I didn't meant to leave so long and without much word. I bet have missed me." She pats the odd strangers head. But for her, she can feel their connections and that she knows instantly this was the same soul. He was just reborn again and likely had a new human name. He will not understand his deep emotions and doesn't remember her. She knew that he waited for her here, "I promise to make it up to you." She leans on him, "I am no god but I can at least I can help you." She was pulled off him as it seems being touched wasn't his thing. He stares completely lost at trying to understand what she is. She very patient with letting him play with her wings and tilting with him. He puts her onto a stand of which the god and a death carrier was seated too. She chirps happy to see lord master omens, and bows respecting them.

"I am utterly distracted. Who are you?" She stands and peers about this soul in detail too. She tilts that this was a new host.

"I see, you are the new host. Even still, a honour to have you watching over us. I am glad you are still friends with this soul. He odd ball for being complicated. I bet you use to him being such a loud talker. He does talk alot." She snickers softly at frist, "Although... I guess that doesn't translate." She snickers more with the clicking metal sound. She sighs and peers about this group of people before them, "Neat. So. We have the darker side of the Royal mages here. They here to do some bad or we just working with them for now?"

"I think your the one that talks to much." Omens huffed.

"We will be confiscating all items and you will be stripped of your power." A leading figure among the visitors, "You must say your last goodbye to your god." She fluffed at such thing.

"It's a shame that doesn't work." She jumps at landing where they were about to use the orb, "If anything, I wonder where you gotten something so delicious. I think I am going to take that." She went to land on the object but she had to use her wing to block a scythe skewing the placement of landing closer to her partner, "Oi, I will remove your soul if you do that again." She lands on the desk at least, "You defy me and I will eat you." She hissed, "You leave my little souls alone. There is no fear to be devoured, Mark. I will break your soul to provide it."

"What? Are you a god eater or something?" He laughed.

"No Mark. I am the one that hold your name in any universe. I am the keeper of the broken and neglected." She blocked the scythe again, "I will ripe that soul out the metal in a minute if you interrupt me again." She certainly unhooked one jaw, "Where was I? Oh yes." She fix herself up, "You can not defy my wishes. I am not even someone that follows universe laws. So if you wish to play dirty little Ender, I will send you off this universe and toy with your soul."

"Big talk for a bird." She sighed at how stupid he became in her absence.

"Oh no..." Th grim repear became visible, "Not again. Not you." She clicks a snicker with that rattle again for finding the grim funny.

"Hey, it's the host in training." She jumps to sit on the grim repear left shoulder a moment, "How are are the books doing? Are they eating idiots again?" She hops about both sides constantly, "Oh. While I remember." She spat the soul stone out while standing on the training host of deaths right shoulder, "Have the scythes fix the soul back to the metal later. I did warn them twice." Death staring at the soul of his scythe presented on his tome opened like this. The pages for scythes open for the blades death. He was slow in reaching his gaze at her, "You tell the next grim to not bother me or my partner. I will continue ripping out souls if I must." She pats him on the head like a child and fluttered back to the desk. Death had even brushed the surface she touched in either checking for a wound or that he actually felt it in some sensitive way.

"Tome of the broken and neglected?" Its a mistranslations on purpose. Omens mutters in trying to work this out, "There's a tome for broken souls?" Like it was new to him. The power of a god should know, so it seems a disconnection between power and host was still a problem. Worse even. Not even a look if a damned mask god in sight, she had been careful using her peripheral vision in seeking this fact.

"Ugh..." when she landed on the desk, she intervened between the Darkwoods and her partner. She was on the object they were going to use as erasing his abilities with. But her weighted influences of power, shattered the orb to dust. She took a breath in and all the fragments flows into her, altering her feather colours for a moment. She jolts into action of who held this orb a moment ago, putting herself right in Marks face. She was eye to eye. Her talon pulled him to her in sheer strength along. She smiled with trying to mirror the ways that nightmares earn thier money.

"Oh Mark, are you not scared of me? That's a shame... you taste better when you do." She has two jaws clicked out and portions of herself weren't making sense. This distortion of more layers of her skin and the disportional sizing that she was able to eat him in one golp like this, "Heya Marcus, did you upset my partner? I see you have a sin chain that connected. You didn't murder him while I was away, did you? What did Daniel warn you about me?" She tilts while Mark had the fight and flight response. Everyone around did but one. She pulls Mark even closer. Almost at snapping her jaws closed. Those that stood for Mark pried him out of her grip. She has a empty mouth and a talon of clothing torn rags. She stares unamused of the heap on the floor. Just slightly inconvenient angling for her to give the perfect chase down. Room furniture being the main problem. She doesn't want to eat wood.

"I think that be enough." She was scooped with her wings held tightly. She really considered chasing down the prey. Such thought was melted as she is moved away from direct sight and tucked under one arm. Petting her head, she indeed melts in the contact. She leans on him and purrs. She so happy to have her Curiosity.

"Leave." Omens demands and the lot of them scramble for it. Taking Mark with, he was wounded deeply... not as a human. She ripped his shadow cloth, still held in her claws.

"And now we have about two minutes to pack and leave." Her partner jolts to start packing went to nearly running on the spot. He has soften his hold of around her to give her the idea. He stopped to then watch the room peel as pages. He frowns at a lost of what he witnessed. Slipping his fingers as she altered as pages. These pages folding into a floating book. The ripped damned cloth skin of the damned in-between middle pages, "You just made my life easier." He take her from floating away and held her close. He opens a window and jumps. He altered into a bird and holding her in his talons. Omens guides the way, flying the route. She changes from book to bird and began flying around them. Like a sheep dog hurding her flock, she swiftly moves in dives and twirls. She was maybe even playing airline acrobatics to inspect the god of Omens and the death carrier. She especially was inspecting the death carrier, it was strange in some way to her. She certainly was distrustful of it. All she can trust was where her partner goes, she will follow. No matter where.

"I doubt that." Omens remarked to the carrier as a god gates was moved by summoner hands. At the request of Omens and it captures the death carrier and Master Omens. She softly hovers in watching what her partner does, she tilts as he aviod the gate at first. He inspected it and then flew in. She dives full speed into the gate and for sure landed on the floor beside him.

He stays in bow, wait for command. He looks at everything from side eye glancing and was mute, even in gestures that he spoke in the past with were held back. He truly was distrustful of his god and those around him. She now understands that he will be this way for her but no matter what, she has his back. No matter the struggle.

"So did that odd bird follow us?"

"Rude to talk about someone that's listening." She straightens, "It would seem that the miracles that granted status to a true title... They seem to be missing." She climbs right up onto her partner and sits on his left shoulder, "Are you even worthy of my partner? Are you a strong host to uphold your vowels as a holder of a spirit?" She squares the altered human shape of this god, "If you are unworthy of him, then you are unworthy of my watch too. He means the universe to me, and I meant it. You are just a name among the thousands that flutter between the segments. A unworthy of footnote in the chronicles. But that can change if you can prove that I should care. That you are devote to being the lord of Omens."

"Such distrustful speech from someone that didn't even explain herself." A Ender... she tilts at knowing that bird wasn't normal.

"Another Ender, I assume you were going to get Mark for harming my partner." She narrows, "Its you Daniel, at least a speck to watch things. A good lad you are really." She huffed and tilts, "Besides I am only leery at the moment for two reasons. I just returned back from diving in the broken realms." She leans on making a hugging gesture, "His not sure of things. I could understand him being uncomfortable with me. But this is a frist time his been so distrustful of everyone else." She pats him, "I am sure it has to do with you too Daniel. I shall ask as I asked Mark... Did you do something to my partner why I was away?" She strokes softly in waiting for an answer.

"I will not lie to you. Time here was distorted a few times. I don't think it had anything to do with your leave but someone else. As a person of duty." She stops him this moment. She used a sin chain to rattle louder, one attached to him. She stares steady.

"I am grateful for this honesty. It quiet a sour flavour. You are glad to see me. As per normal, you tend to ask a request of me. I take it that the tome segments need shuffles." She moves her talon away as her partner was getting annoyed of her, "You seem to still hold back the full story. I suspect it be to due with the gods. I don't want a full story either. Just an idea of what laws had altered since my leave."

There was a unpleasant long pause here between them. She was speaking in Ender tongue and for sure had even omens shuffle his feet in the disortation of hearing her speaking as garbled distasteful manner.

"The soul system was closed here, running at full efficiency of self containing. There was a spill if to many souls in a realm otherwise stale of life and not idea habitat for a system of souls." He bows his head to her. He openly replies back to her, even in a bird form. It put chills down everyone else that the death carrier that hung around the god chamber was in fact a speaker of the same tongue. It had many on edge with weapons to hand, looking at everything for other displaced things.

"Where there is a will... there is a way." She tuts and held crossed wings in a more human manner then a bird. She had even her parnter giving odd looks for her postures. The disconnection of her body language verse the spoken language was hard to take for most, "You certainly don't know your universe concept consists." She sees his eyes sudden reflect in some sort of hope, "You see, the krama disruption will bring things around eventually." She nests comfortable and changes languages, "Forgive my rude tongue. The language of Ender is rather distasteful." She glares more around at the audience that shivered at the the change, "Its up to you lot what you wish to do with the lands baring unsightly things. The internal affairs of status was never my meddling." She stretched a wing to click joint and bundle down a bit, "I can't blame folks for the duty they have. Even if it has brought distrust and distaste."

"Welcome home, lady Dahlias." Daniel speaking open to all to understand around them and given clarity of both himself and her, "You evaded being tainted by the tomes curse." Daniel brought only a page and the moment it touched air set it in bright flames. She stares at the colours the flames gave off and the listening of which segment that is. She certainly makes many uncomfortable in how her eyes analyze and flickered. She had even began to tilt with how the page curls, listening to the paper type crinkle. She is once again interrupted with some rude metal her way. She had even jumped at this attacker back, a talon straight through the gods chest. A stranger to her, as she inspected what damage she caused.

"Can we not be hurting others?" Final her partner hissed her way. She lowers in how bad she felt for upsetting him. She got off the blooded god and woddles to sit at the feet of her partner, she doesn't want blood on him. She huffed in knowing she didn't help herself with making her partner trust her.

"I would not even dare it." Daniel intervene now, "Maybe this wasn't clear but she's able to access the tomes in all conditions and still read them. Even when I can't." That jolts many to stop for now at least, "I considered her a neutral party whom has no attachments to all Enders but is known by them if you talk of her titles." Even in bird form he flying in blocking death, "If you turly want your soul plucked out, by all means. She is not picky if your a true God or not."

"Yes. She said that to me too. Right after plucking the soul out the scythe." The training host, deaths apprentice stands in cross arms, "She has her warning and odd way of prediction. Asking me if people have been ate by the tomes. Sheesh... I just returned, after all." He was stressed for sure. Deaths domain tipped upside down due to such horror. This being the news to the head death god, stopping for now.

"But his literally the next to die." Current True death, lacking his god miracle, returned in comment to his apprentice. Making for some awkward comedy for the surrounding gods to see such disillusionment from a steady fest mute god.

Daniel uses this moment to slip off someplace. She has sort of an idea where to but it not her concern.

It matters more that she spies on what sort of sins these god hosts held and the sort of fortunes they held. In this way, they are no different to humans. How they differ all shapes and sizes yet carry a singularity that renounce that they are god folk. Even without having a spare soul, the elemental gods still held depth of the core the meaning to thier names. The personality doesn't match the myths and stories but they still carry the mantle of being to shoulders. She got lost in her looking around, having to refocus on what matters more. This was that her partner was walking off some direction and she was not going to miss a second of being his shield. She took flight and circles following him, she dove in-between many people and beings - not afraid of them. She only cares about chasing after him and his well being. She doesn't want that regert of failure again, as she already is burden to such emotions for what she didn't do already. A vine of thornes torn her through in the sheer reflection of what it meant leaving a few moments to get those office items back. She couldn't even bare herself to land on his shoulder, fearing her weighted burdens was only going to hurt him more. She made out to land on some shelving or branch right past him, softly patting his left shoulder doing so.

"Welcome home." He took off his mantle and hands it to a servant. This place was just another living world mage estate. She landed on what normally is the place the god in bird form does. She of course lowers herself from the high place and walks awkward in woddles at the floor near his feet. She was as mute as he was. Even his steps are solid steps, none of the dancing or dream avoiding. He out right held none of that ability, he likely had a very mild or weak god following contact. His sight of the abnormal was limited to her, the few damned in shaded spots and the occasional meer chance glance of a dream - still able to sense fortunes due to this habit. He was more hidden about his looking someone over or his way of checking the place around with little to not tell that he was doing so. She can't tell just what sort of things that he can't see, as sometimes it seems like he can see the death gods and sometimes he can not. She can at least keep up with him, wherever it was he walks to. He evades listening to anyone that came near him, a hand posed to stopping the unnecessary. She woddles and occasionally took glide around furniture. She watched those around him and in turn those he does actually bother showing he was inspecting. She gave breathing room around him and still felt guilty at not being here when it matters. She was quiet out of breath for a while due to these burdens, she chooses to keep her suffering muted. She doesn't even know how to fix the distance between them, doubting he was trust her of anything.

"This room!" He exclaims and she wags tail of trying to get her focus back. She reads the plaque adorning the room.

'Ground Master and Omens Reverent Raven Matthews'. She tilts at how he took this gods name. It had even perplexed her to no end of how that even happened. She posed wing in deep thought, indeed this soul is Curiosity. Has Daniel and James done something to graft the god powers to living stems. Is that what has happened?

She leans at the ready to fly as the door is opening, she stays still in glaring at how the room was already full of someone in there. She fluffed and stands straight, watching carefully.

"Sorry for the inconvenience but my old office was being hassled with Marcus trying to kill me." He walks in with having the door partly open still, he hopes that she would take the hint to follow. She hides herself and he tilts confused that she disappeared. She made her own way in... missing some dialog but she managed to find the window from outside the building. She stays seated given the windows are holy sealed with black salts. She could cross but it can upset folks. She spies at them from where she is. The clear chatty manner was back, even using has hands to speak with him. He trusts them. The less he left out, the more important these people in such office was. She only opens the window with the widen of a talon and shadow crossed into the room. She carefully inspected each being here in this office. Large enough for a sofa to face a fireplace and a corner drinking cabinet. The shelves of mythical stories and all aspects of many faiths and religions. Some even wrapped in holy cloth and tied with beaded religions necklaces or rosary. She gently forms herself into a book among the shelves.

"So as it turns out, those pages were actually a doorway into the forbidden realms of broken souls." He was happy about it, like it was a proven fact. The others of the room find his words doubtful and looked to each sort of waiting for the surprise out the box moment. Three folks seated along the sofa, each sipping a drink and given blank looks or eye rolls.

"Glad your finally moving out that place at least. But like, where is all your stuff." Sassy out of the lady at the end with the most eye rolls. Blue theme, aquamarine stones carved in fish and silver embroidered trimmings. Fish beauty in facial shape. Pointed fey like features.

He crossed his arms all annoyed that they weren't taking him seriously like his fortunes have been only minor things. Maybe they were since he had not the full extent of miracles. He sighed annoyed that his allies don't believe him, giving her the opportunity. She nearly moves a inch to start but Daniel flew right where she was going. She had to hold back again.

"Don't worry, I don't think any death god isn't going to bother if they are going to get soul snatched by the very books they work under." He sits in bird shape on the left shoulder, "Besides she extremely possessive of you, I go as far as if I did you harm now. I would also be tortured. Even Mark skirting around any potential causes from her." Speaking in plain English and the drop of drinks on the three on the sofa.

"She did say you were a speck of a Ender. Is that true?" the assumed Raven Matthews asked.

"I am the only fragment alive at the moment. The rest of me is hassled under dramatic pressure. Someone has to handle the god realms while you lot recover." Daniel had even hissed, "I should be talking to James. His gone off grid too."

"Case in point." Posed open hand towards the bird.

"Clearly you spent to long among the Darkwoods. There no such thing as a Ender."

"Like there a book of broken souls." Furthering the threes laughter.

"When is Mark not trying to kill us? His always scheming a bunch if werid stuff that doesn't make sense. Nice touch of training the bird by the way." The clear annoyed glare of not being taking seriously. She had even pondered if it was wise to ruin the illusion for them. She surmised right then that there is one thing she can do without hurting a sense of veil. She softly pulled pages to construct behind the back, softly. Keeping within logical laws of the living world. She had even made a fake doorway to further this logical assumption.