Mundane world, life without magic

She wakes from her eating-to-much nap, unfurling off him onto this meeting table in front and giving a slight purr while stretched slightly. Thid wasnt the church or the dorm attached. At least it is the world around them was still the wonderful mage estate that she entered this life from. Matthew sits among staff of different companies and organizations. He wasn't in the robs of omens but instead a neat business suit. He looked powerful and wealthy. He actually looked like mondernized version of his undertaker days. She certainly was staring to long in waking up, sort of lost at her own world. He seems hardly changed at all from this view. He took no notice of her, yet could certainly tell she was off his shoulder and he stares at the personal items of individuals that stood like their backs were to the wall for some word fight. He has side glances of the dream creatures attached to these members. The sort of tells if this was about to bawl into all out fists, clearly these different teams of people weren't working together at all.

"Christmas preparations is going to have to hold off another month at this rate." It is these small speakers arguing amongst themselves. Kitchens company versus the architecture preservation team. There was more then these two, but it's these two being the face of clashing ideals. There are different lines being drawn of what events should be made prepared for, "The fashion model week flooped. The sport events like the world cup have more priorities. We will have to be closed for some bell tower repairs."

The true intent of having the site minimally staff on ground to prevent magic exposure to those not able to do magic. There is more people with no ability then those with magic potential. So there is conflict in the laws around those with potential. Matthew can read the room before him, silent and drawn back in waiting for opportunity. He has navigated this difficult meeting so far. It has not gotten around to his turn of the meeting to speak of the wishes of the estate owner family have planned.

She got off the table and makes flight to watch from above. She hovers carefully to those with sin chains and she makes note of the dream walkers gestures between themselves. She noticed that a shadow masked of a damned spirit was watching her. She chooses to get low again, softly landing to the table and nesting herself to not be in the way of conflict. She of course was in a spot that if these people had the sight, would have noticed her by now.

"We must get back to schedule and bring back to topic." The minutes note taker speaking up from the laptop set up, "The meeting hadn't even started and already we breezed 2 minutes in a blink." The room had to settle, and quiet final came. Yet there isn't focus, there is war to be now glaring at each other. This was likely do to them having issue with site access causing delay or conflicts.

"The reports from the previous meeting are on the tables and have been gone through. Some notes have been amended. We are now moving into this upcoming month and the seasonal events. This is the August meeting, 2011. A important issue ahead of starting is the recent flooding that has canceled the garden party for July. This will be moved to being part of the September event instead." The minutes typing on, "Next part with what the estate owners have planned. The speaking advisor is Mister Matthew Ravenswood, the site holy priest and estate Glader family trustee." The wave is given and Matthew nods.

"Welcome to the committee table, for those whom never been here before. It is pleasure to see some returned faces, all your hard work so far is not wasted. The head of the family wishes to make it known that your work hasn't gone unnoticed." He softly takes stand over them all and finally turned away the fight to pay attention to him, "Personally I am one for giving folks trials and chances. We all learn to adapt from failures and we have seen a big improve from your efforts." He gently opens a file, "This is the basic calendar that the family shares publicly. This includes the lady of the houses many up coming tea afternoons and the miniature market the young master is taking part in. The V.A.A school site visits too." He has a smooth hand in sliding pages to everyone, "Some of the events you had planned may had shuffled a day later but these are the families agreement. Any changes from working this will be difficult." He gave pause of everyone looking through on the calendar pages. So many frowns of stress and the glaring of conflicts butting. He eventually claps, "In addition of these details, a new member of the family has been welcomed." He snaps fingers and she hops off the table. He gives a wobbly whistle and has his hand up. She took flight and then allows herself into a full hawk mode. She lands like a bird and acts according to a bird instinctual actions. She settles gently, "Your concern about possible rodents is going to looked after by Ms Dahlias. She is highly more intelligent then you maybe prepared for. You do not need to be trained to handle her, rather you just need to be clear in your instructions. She already has been a great help in the church and will be extra security for the rest of the house." Some few clap impressed by her and others have sweat beads rolling. He lifts his arm and she took flight to the air. She softly circles and then lands onto the coat rack at the door.

"So we now have a new pet to be wary of?"

"She knows better and will be managing the things you struggled in the past. Especially the issue of strange costumes being left around." So damned are being killed and left to be visible to those without magic sight. Or that the damned are being to relaxed around normal living people, "She will be flying around quiet often around you."

"Ms Dahlias a new member of the team, a trained hawk that needs no on site handler. Effectively a wild bird trained to work beside us, inside and out the estate buildings. This gives purpose to the pigeon house and small windows that was set to be repurpose this year." Several nods of appreciation for a garden shed having new life and more even sigh that some their personal concerns were being solved with someone like her around.

"As for events that aren't going to the wider public but should be made aware to you that work on this estate. If you see a blue dot on the calendar, those dates are when the outside public are allowed in. We are allowing any types to come visit on these open days, giving business to us all even if there's no event happening. The pink dots indicates that member only days, so no off the street public are allowed to walzt in. Lastly green and blank days. We are allowing mix members and non members on those days. But it will be restricted as if it is a blue dot day. Any funny business is to be immediately reported or there will be swift action made by family members and trustees. Maintaining pleasant relationships with members and non members is critical." He bang the table for attention as there is a lost if focus by many. She took flight, circles and then lands onto his chair back. She stares at them all steady from this veiw. She sees what he does. Matthew frowns more. She took flight to hide that she was fetching from her pocket storage. She lands on the table with putting down a press bell. She shuffles it to him. He looks about this suggestion and she patters back for him to ring it. He pressed it and a loud clear ding made those not listening jolt their seats, staring to him again.

"Ms Dahlias has brought a butler's bell to the table. Upon Mr Matthew's ring, attention is back." The minutes typer mutters commentary to the microphone set. He has a recording on the go if he can't keep up typing faster enough. He gives the nod of continue to Matthew.

"There is five red dots on the whole calendar. These are family only days. Even you can't be on site, no matter what. If for any reason you need to, I must be present to be with you or Ms Dahlias. Anyone found ignorant of these days, will be dealt with." Soft nods and Matthew taps her way. She was being told to take human form. She nods.

"A question." Posed a hand up from the crowds. She took flight and then lands shape shifted. She walks softly around the table then stand at Matthew's left side.

"Go on and ask." She voiced and plenty looked confused.

"Never mind." Hand down.

"Ms Dahlias is another shape changer." Matthew voices, "Like me but she is a bird turned human. I am a man turned bird. This difference is important in the sort of manners you can expect." He puts a hand to her shoulder, grasping his thanks of trusting him. She does have a sharp stare at the few she been watching a while now but she doesn't need to speak for them to stop. She stands ready at a moments move and in constant watching of everything about the room. She could seem like a distracted human.

"Shape shifter." The typing minutes maker had to ammend some notes before, "a bird turned person." She wasn't bothered about the mic or the laptop. She acts like she seen such technology before and was on watch of other things.

"bringing to one last thing, we have a green dot day with a black cross through it. This is a open day for strangers that are like Ms Dahlias. So we are expecting abnormal beings to turn up that day. Its going to be a case by case entry check. Ms Dahlias and a few other members will be on hand to help manage things. We are aware that some can show up months early or ten days late. So... be patient while I work with these." He states like a promise. She tilts sharp at having an eye watching someone fussing up and she turned into a hawk right then. She flutters and lands on to the chair of the once making commotion, she tilts herself to be in their veiw. She sees this human was struggling with some messages. She snatched the phone and puts it by the laptop of the note maker. She clatters it a little loud of the note maker notice, she posed wing of who owns it and woddles away. The notes maker sighed and was greatly annoyed to add this. She makes it back to Matthew, he picked her up and they sit together.

Mute in watching the rest of the meeting. The arguing amongst themselves. They are indeed force to work within the whims of the estate owner family. So having such a plan out ahead of time is useful. She tilts one way watching and he was looking the other, swapping with each other in synchronized motion.

"This concludes our meeting." The mic set turned off. The documentation saved. Slam doors of different exits and chairs left about half hazardous. Matthew stays seated, holding her and clearly he was nervous in her way of knowing him. The notes taker is still seated too, hands to head and leaned over his laptop in a deep frown.

"So gloomy." She chirps with even wagging a tail, "But I know that grin. You must have some good news or have a solution to some problems you had." She talked directly at the corner of mass darkness that tries to snug itself so tight, "Did you ever work out why you had a regert from a time erased?" She asked in pressing this matter casually.

"You certainly know how to sour a good mood." Daniel hissed in throwing a backpack to the table, "Don't ever grab for me again. Not even to save me." He glares at her.

"I will not use you for baiting the cursed but you most certainly will appreciate me snatching you from the abyss. Those guys are mean, even god slayers avoid them." She points with a wing, "And despite your acts of denial, I still care about folks like you. The unsung folks that keep the majority in blissful ignorance."

"I am so confused." The note taker is the demon host. She stole the demon in them but the host is obvious of the fact. She sits comfortably on Matthew's arms and fluffs at the reactions. Although the gloom of torn rags in the corner certainly had a heat flutter in appreciation of her promise. Still to dispirited to beleive her. If anything it was a good feeling for a moment that stabs deep.

"Well the meeting went okay. The groups of conflict are not hurting each other physically and the petty fighting it is not in the way of any estate affairs." Changing topic by the host note maker.

The nod of agreeing and the mask from during the meeting is finally taking a seat joining in. Other things out the wood works. The seats are magically moving to the table, either with a spirit taking place or that some used magic force. The doll put of paper copy of the timetable ahead. It now the turn of the hidden residents that call this estate home to have a meeting. This doesn't need notes unless it's a request by them. The room coming animated even when it's mostly empty and devoid of reasonable human science assumptions.

"So the rumors of tomes becoming sentient was true." The mask stayer voices in damned. This was the agreed language to speak around and listen to. She has so much to say in correcting them but maybe this wasn't the knowledge to teach them. So she stays mute to pay mind of other things.

"A corrupted tome. Something about between her pages is off. Don't trust it." The more alive creatures that have existence off set beside humans. These tend to be the fey types and the things posed as animals.

Even the lizard of the abyss gates has taken mock human form and sits staring at the calendar in mild interest. As a business for panning strange off realm goods and a travelling pub on her literal back. Twilight has place to stay just slightly in the slip of curtains. The note taker is use to the inhuman members. Stays hung about listening to the garbled of damned language among them.

"Dahlias, what were you before becoming a tome?" This question of things. She lost the answer a while ago, she stopped counting small off living realm lives. She lived and died many tiny lives as a off realm being. The fate of the soul that lost privilege to being human ever again. How she retains a sense of humanity is also debating, there just some things she does if stood alone in hiding. She does know her soul was altered by the many times she had a bond contract to both Omens and Matthew. Every time was reset here within this land, she had renewed her bond to them. She carries thier past, even when they don't know it.

"It doesn't matter." The hiss of a rodent being, maybe a dog actually. Human by posture but every else an animal. She doesn't have on in her tome pages, so there was no knowledge of one. She continued broading mute at least.

"Dont pick on her, she will eat you." Twilight warns the table, "She could even eat gods. Crush the souls and make them never return." Flops pages of the calender, "She seems more interested in broken souls for now but still teasing her is a ticket out of the system." Twilight huffed, "What exactly does one plan to do with all them broken souls inside? Isn't it loud constantly? I can't stand it, I can't even stand a god slayer soul screaming."

Matthew plucked her off his lap a moment only to then flop her to be baby in one arm. He tickles her tummy and was back to trying to play with her talons. She of course has those closed and retracted out of his harm. She even pouts at his was very undignified. She does however feel very sleepy at whatever he was doing, a soft humming that was putting her to sleep. Now that she was in her dream body, she leans at the table glaring at him.

"So when you sleep, you become the wondering undertaker." He notes, "So does this living form make that you the other myth?" He asks so soft and she sighed. In such a dream form, she even spooks the dreamers around to be fan ogling towards her. Some even stepping away slightly to maybe as some questions. But she was certainly more human in this form then the one she is often locked as.

"Careful." She pokes him, "I am still a Trickster which means even in this form. I am still a threat to many beings. This is my hunting form, hunting the sigil contracts." She stands behind him now, "I can still removing the souls of mostly anything I wanted to. I have my list of exceptions, but really I could even still."

"Clothus!" The room hissed as she altered this shape to be more visible. She stands as a lady should and with a metal fan hiding her expressions. Had her time among so many undertakers from different eras of history, court manners was essential at keeping the undertakers from knowing she was alive. Even her outfit as of this moment was gear taken from demons, angels and other past undertakers. Duels won in order to please the little internal affairs.

"Wondering undertaker..." Twilight looking up, "You killed at my pub."

"We made a contract that I was allowed to take away the problem makers." Spoken gently and at equal voice. Not at all chirpy or living about her tone. Monotone even, carried the same flat note. Not a draw in or out of breath the whole length.

"When was that?" Twilight cross arms.

"Ask James, he reset the time." She even posed her left hand James's direction. She doesn't need to look for the Enders, she know where they are. Thier names are in her volumes somewhere, she can even feel thier burden and pain if strained to try.

"Moving to the point of why I had you alter into this form." Matthew reached up and managed to brush her under chin. She is leaned on this chair back after all, "You say that undertakers were sort of peace keepers between angels and demons. Although the laws of universe has changed, you would make to take this duty while in the estate."

"Oh please, you just wanted to see the closet to me being human." She pats him on the head, "Now if you do not mind." She reached her hand over the sleeping version of herself. That bird body altered into her glamoire, she pockets it to the belt system she has over her. No longer is there a hawk curled there. She was no more alive in this shape as she was in hawk form. The law of life and death about her wasn't normal standard.

"Then why aren't you walking around in this form more?" He asks.

"Because if I am sleeping to long, I make the pages of the living universes be affected." She tilts, "You have Daniel to hiss at for forcing me to look after your living tomes." She made a loud sound of using the metal fan to hit a sin chain to miss its mark, she then reached over grasping it and made is visible. She pulls it at knocking the sinner maker fall off the seat, "Jealousy is a terrible. You wish to be haunted by the constant sounds of pages, random voices and the hurt of those folding my pages. Yes, sure... I can make you be a page for an hour. See how much hurts." She stays in that monotone, not raising or lowering her voice. It puts discomfort of her words.

"Wait, I put you in charge of the living tome?" Daniel glared.

"Yes. You leave it to me to do restoration physical page reconstructs. I literally have to source broken souls to fix name letter breaks and realm tears. You do the physical on site labour's of visiting those places to see what manner of things need sewing from your efforts." She had the fan flayed out again, "You pay me rather well too."

"I am college student." He exclaims.

"Reminding me since it's on topic." She swaps her left hand to hold the fan and she uses her right in retrieving some papers. She took out entire binding file woth plastic wallets, "These are the 938 souls that are in sueing you. They banded together and made it into god court. Your just lucky the gods themselves are just the host folks, not the miracles that give wisdom. Although, some have adapted to work with thier cursed miracles. You shall be facing a interesting trial ahead." She doesn't pass it over to his living side, she was posing it to his gloom, "Your lawyer team is already damage control the worse of the claims and picked out the fake claims. They are of no need of further payment, only that you turn up for a few times." The gloomy gains takes the binder and reads through everything. Reading the dates and stream of things. There was so many knotted sin chains attached to that file, but his internal emotions began to erase and free this knot. Untangling the mess of things. The gloom goes away. She swaps hands back to having her left hand the free one.

"Remind me, why does a undertaker concern themselves with court manners?"

"Who do you think the very staff of the god court is? You thought they were angels and demons?" She peers gently back about those here but her voice indifferent, "They also run sigil staff too. Beings whom aren't catalogues as a sinner or a heavenly climber. Not all souls are human either, they don't work in a human system of realms." She points out.

"She got you good there." A inhuman laughs, "But you are the last human soul to properly been trained to being a undertaker. The human soul undertakers never crossed into the universe boundaries."

"They are needed outside boundaries then a balanced system within a universe. They stablize the laws of grounding when segments aren't in a universe."

"Well we got what days are happening. Business as always!" Many leave now, the chairs neat then when they were left by the normal humans.

Those stuck around were having casual talk about things. She sort of started what the basic conversation was covering. The death toll caused by the hidden making misery for the blind and then the blind blaming the mages. She sure got the glimpse of what the government side of things was taking actions on and the cover up stories being used. The mages are by the public eye, mentally unwell pockets of people that are suffering because of something in the environment. This is of course kept wraps of what the source is and over shades the actual turth. She stands no looking at anyone really, at his back listening.

"Dahlias, you need to wake up." Daniel frowns from hearing something through the grape vine. A guy of many bodies through many worlds. His sensitivity to souls was justified. She brought out her book portion and then awake the pages to paper skin her current form. She was now awake in unchanged form. He nods glad that worked, for whatever reason. But now she isn't still standing, and was even breathing like any living person does. She can not hide that in her awakened state, her many jaws have to be included. So her held fan blocks the facial adjustments. She is indeed constantly noisy on some form, her foot tapped at constant beating as if she was following a rhythmic song no one hears.

"The change from awake and sleeping is day and night." Matthew tugs her arm and she awkwardly sits as he wanted her. She does the better job of sitting on air according to them or some sin chain for those that can see. She still has some beats of finger tapping, a little quieter then her foot on the floor.

"Dahlias." She looks with one eye and tilts thier way, "Can you tell me about the condition of Mark?"

"Pitiful like I need him to be." She snaps the face closed for only a moment. She reopens it in the prolonged silence, but it was clearly altered in her hand. The metal changing colour from grey to red tone held a pattern of runic writting. She sharp at turning away and the rattled sin chain echo.

"Oh, so like it's your fault that his immune system is it rock bottom." She tilts away but still the blade fan hide her expressions.

"Well it be something he threatened to do or had done already." James trying to peice it together, "I go as far as guess it be out of Matthew's sake then her own." She had a change of pattern taps from this comment and certainly the tome of living names was likely acting strange. She is definitely suddenly more distracted for sure.