Observer out of reach

The evening following after the teachers meeting, Matthew was very exhausted. He went through his routine faithfully in having a small meal, prayer in the grand church annex and return to sleep in the god statues courtyard extension.

She as promised. A perfect poltergeist haunting his dreams but then also left his dream adventures to the real experts. She turly respected dream dwellers in thier universe roles and wouldnt want to make it difficult for such hard working souls. As she protected his sleeping body, she straightens his room and places objects he will need for the day ahead. She cleaned his amulets and rings with polish cloth, sitting at the window looking out the the slow moving moon. She always makes breaks between amulets to come to his side and reassure him as he stress sleeps.

"You never change." She had muttered at putting an amulet of dream protected above his head board. She sits comfortably and brushed a cheek, "And now we swapped roles. Now I am the restless undertaker and you the living human sleeping." She leans slightly on him. She looks at the room of how he organized things, total OCD for sure. Salt at the windows and the door. The talismans hung on threads from the ceiling, he had them in his dorm back as a undertaker too.

"So you were a pair once?" She looked at the bed end of a crow made of darkness. She gives her bow to the lord soul. It glares.

"My human life." She softly began and she tilts at reassuring Matthew to not fear, "I was ignorant and blind. My tainted soul had not unlocked until I turned 25." She sees he relaxed more in his sleep while the crow held no indicator of his thoughts yet, "Although I was already weird. I had so many strange exotic pets growing up. I just... wasn't aware of how dangerous they were spiritually." She find herself off him and holding old scars, "He came to investigate the abnormalities around my house, he walked great lengths of realms to find the doorways at the otherside too. Doors made by such dangerous pets." She looks at how slowly the bird forms as mock man, seating casually at the end of the bed, "I received mail by my father's side. They wanted me into the cult. Yet... I had my own growing up memories of how much they put myself and my mother away from them before. Left me quiet sour in distrusting the Seer." The jolt of shock the god spirit made from her saying it that way. She sees the sky out the window fro. where she sat, observing the moonlight bright shine, "I will talk about the rest another time." She stands and fixed up his outfit for the day. She stands at a mirror, seeing the reflection of herself. No matter how much she hides, to her she can see the monster she is, "I guess all those years of being loved by god slayers, eaters and the crimson younglings." She looks at her scales and shuffles the clothus skin over it, "They altered my soul or that I wasn't meant to live a human life at all." She brushed her mask face at how she expressed her worries, "Now I don't have the will to harm those I am meant to eat. It's all a system but still it something I have no pride for."

"So you admit to knowing your not human at all." She shurgs at this.

"Maybe I was unlucky caught in the same time stream as him, all those lifetimes apart ago. Me a monster given humanity to tearsure. Are you judging me for what I am or are you trying to work out who I am?" She sees the god is back to bird shadow. She sees that Matthew dream avatar returned back to his sleeping living body. She stands all straight at the moment ready for him to see her, but she becomes a worried of the sight filter. Will he see her as a monster or not? Just as his breathing patterns changes to a more alter way. She found herself hiding, ducked at the chest at the end of his bed.

He wakes with rubbing his head where she constantly pats him.

He sits up slightly stretching and sits sort of looking to the crow at the end of his bed. He slowly looks at the ceiling, of plastered pages full of ink drawings. Little windows of worlds she protects due to something fundamentally unmatched to allow them here. He looks at all sorts of things that still moves in the ink work images and sort of dazed watching it all. Omens softly looks up too, looking not at a ceiling but the scales of beautiful monster. How something so larger then the ceiling the monster clings to such space was hard to take. The sheer size of those glossy transparent scales would be enough for anyone to crawl into. Mosaic of moving things within all these scales.

Omen lowered his head now, casting thought to what the demon Wilkinson babbled incoherently over. A phoenix of the flame of creation and eternal powers of law. He further tilts at how she was just babbling of some system and the sort of things she had insight that proved better then Enders. Ender souls were humans forced a gods duty without being granted power to enact miracle abilities. They tend to stumble on the little knowledge but never they bridge gaps or make care to sense how things worked. This girl seems more like an outsider with all this vast beyond knowledge, got thrown balance for a time and now was struggling with things she wasn't meant to care for. Like internal universe affairs. She has continued stating she doesn't want to intervene on matters, but she was causing disruption in her after shock waves.

"So it was just sort of accidentally?" The crow ponders voicing his wonders. Matthew sighed, not that he heard anything. He just felt that he had to get on with things. He was awake now, stuff to do. He got up with a yond. He makes a few steps and brushed confused of his clothing set ready for him. She dove at making his bed neat as he looked at the mirror. He looks at everything that been moves around, a soft panic that changed to appreciating it. It is all neat, put in the labeled spots and even, he felt around his favourite amulet, polished. He puts it on and looked perplex of his other amulets and up to the mirror. He turns to the head board, the amulet out of place. He inspected which it was... letting it stay. He let's it clatter the wood head board. He take a few steps then at pause of looking at the neat nature of his bed bring all tucked at corners. He does not normally the sort to have much follow around spiritually. His family is long passed over. He picks up his clothes and takes it to the waiting warm bath set up. He hovers at the bathroom door frowning of who snuck into his room.

"Pardon the early morning wake up call." Knocking at his door. He puts the clothing to his bed and made sure his decent enough to answer that door. Opening it softly a Crack to peer at the speaker, "Hey Mattu." James shuffled, "Ugh. well..." A body gesture of direction. Matthew blinks not awake yet and steps out, closing the door.

"Letting the water get cold." She pouts at making sure the water was just right. Omen coos a moment and she paused from entering. The room door opened, the two inside and the door slams closed. James lowering in finally some relief. Matthew looking at the door wondering if it will hold up.

"Is Daniel having a fight with himself again?" She casually asked the bird that would normally hear her.

"What like that happens often?" James heard her just fine and Matthew looks at James with a odd tilt. James being confused at who he answered began to look around at Matthew's neat room.

"What's exactly is wrong with that Ender compare to this one?" Omens posed asking since she knew.

"James was screwed over by Daniel. James became a Ender because of Daniel." She sits on the bed middle crossed arms in her mock she can muster, "Daniel was the original Ender. Although with how broken time and space was, he was meant to be a future Ender. His father and uncle tired to use the curse for eithers hell plans. Screwed up a long the way, got Daniel's mother turned into the Ender that stopped both men being idiots. But breaking all that stuff had cost. Daniel burden himself to that cost. He was being selfless for his mother and denied his father figures the title of Ender." She sighed at this part and then shrugs, "Poor Daniel is literally soul powder. His so self willed that his powder dust has multiple bodies across the multiverse and occasionally has internal disagreements. It took a few times to have James knock some common sense back in. James being the brave idiot to travel to find all the fragments, put Daniel somewhat back together. Now their like undertakers to each other. Sharing parts of themselves, not that they realize it some lifetimes." She tilts at how pale James looks directly at her, "Look I am just the poor book keeper that was tasked to write all his titles, names and whatever. If anything, you hired me to keep his names." She points at the boy, "This was the tool you both fashioned me into. A literal glamoire for broken stuff to be put into, including all Enders and potential cases."

"That's actually clever thinking. You must have been given a sort of payment for this service." Omens poses his thinking expression well for a bird form of shadow and she has to think for a bit. There being sudden commotion by Matthew and James.

"Maybe that's why a monster like me was granted to be human for a lifetime. I can see how Enders can bend the rules to grant such a selfish wish." She tilts downwards at still thinking it over. James was a heap on the floor by the door. Matthew having not the slightest idea just went to have his bath and got changed. He was back out long before she was done yammering over the small bits. He stands staring at James, wondering what to do with such a strung of high nerves. In simple ideas, James was picked up and dragged to the bathroom too. The two having the best of times in there. Matthew was utterly blind or he was choosing to be. James shadow leaving the bathroom was soaking wet and all mad.

She snickers at the wet damned shadow form. How the fabric that normally ethereal in a unseen breeze, it was all tight and glistened. The undead spirit body was so visible and quiet naked. She didn't seem interested in him in any love manner but definitely was laughing for the eye full that was. There wasn't any need to be shy if they are both men in there and that they weren't doing anything stupid. Matthew is way to straight laced and would veiw James as a sort of little sibiling to be looked after.

The shadow goes sulking in the corner away from sight and some privacy.

"I am sure you can find a... keke.. lover into you. Tehehe. Matthew is not into men. He is more like your, hehe, big brother having to clean a little tot like you." She tried to say this in an adult manner but she kept slipping a snicker. Omens knocked her arm, "I am so sorry and not." She brushed a tear, "He doesn't know that holy water can affect you Enders." She certainly stops laughing when the bathroom door opened. James very determined with a bucket of bath water. He opens the room door and throw the holy water out there. He slams it closed and returns back to the bathroom. He sits all mad on the tub again, and then bright red with reality of being naked in front of a woman that wasn't family. She sighed at how the commotion outside was disrupted so much by the act.

"You know, they make upset people so distracted from their upset and pain. They train people to do that." Omen coos, "The more strange or outlandish it is. The more it triggers the mind to totally forget they were upset at all."

"Works on demons too. If a demon is so upset that his out for your soul. You tell them something so beyond but in keeping to their interests. They totally go mind blank enough for you to leave hell." She adds, "Oh, and." She looks to omens, "Your god hosts are the same too. It's a universe concept. There is exceptional times where it doesn't work." She nods, "The drunk and insane seem to turn it against you."

"Indeed fascinating." Omens nodding, "did such things help you two as undertakers?"

"Oh totally. Undertakers have to diplomat there way in and out of hell and heaven. A bunch of half saints and half sinners. Creeper then angels." She nods.

Omens is definitely finds her opinions of angels a little misleading. For someone that has been around angels all the time, creepy doesn't fit at all. They seem like normal beings that don't have the stupidity humans have for common sense. Although humans with such weird ways, always came up with the best food combinations to try or improved recipes of things crafted. Angels were a good mirror to test if such human things could work in a more safer contorl. There is maybe a bias here and the angels having bland defaults.

"Do you feel better now?" Drying they lads head off and letting him borrow some cleaner clothes. She respects this moment of them changing into clothing, especially how the joke is now over and there was other things.

"Yes." James sighed, "You three have a strange way of things." Matthew paused with the mention of three, "Not only was your god helpful but so was Dahlias." For that Matthew continued drying again.

"She did promise to haunt me like a poltergeist." He clearly liked the idea too, "She also has her ways of respecting privacy. I can tell that she not going through my stuff but instead adds or replaces broken things. She the cause of my beautiful ceiling but it's not in the bathroom. Which tells me she can maybe spy through the pages or something." James softly then gazes up at the ceiling. He stared a long time trying to understand what his looking at.

"You could stare a long time." Dahlias getting off the bed and making it neat again. She sees that her sitting there caused creases. So she has some level of being here.

"Are you sure that your the one searching out for Matthew?" He asked.

"I totally know that I am his guilt chian around me. He's soul regerts something he did to me back then. I haven't really forgotten it all but I no longer think it would matter after this long." She softly spoke, "It doesn't need to matter anymore." She turns away with this out in the air.

James sighed in sensing there was something beyond the act of fate. Even with everything that had happened. She was just like all the Enders. Always was it the torn souls force backwards. Her full story wasn't here among the living. This wasn't even her universe or a place that lawfully allowed her here. She a ghost. A visitor beyond the known drawn lines.

Whatever Daniel soul had been up to, was pulling time to warp around here. And souls like Dahlias get lost every time.

Whatever Matthew wanted to grasp of her is about to be taken again. James could only stand back, watching the tears of reality flex open and vacuum the uninvited and unwelcome. Watching the torn tome of broken souls get lost.

Time torn and disconnected for her. Everything that was is once more nothing.