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"Mistress of the broken, the wandering undertaker." She certainly felt her right eye twitch of nerve, "Lady Tricky Trickster." She had even a moment of reflex to back hand a sin chain. She sees from a careful side glance that Hayto and Riddle leaning back to look at her. They noticed her reaction and were clearly having a mute nod of agreement to something she must have missed.

"I am following the rules. Don't call me out in such disillusionment." She speaks with her tome voice which to the living humans was a ghost whisper among a madness of papers through a wheezing breeze, "You know my stances on neutrality, we respect the living laws as well as the reality that bends around them."

She crossed arms and stares away from the awkward eyes making judgment glances of her. There still a vast number in this coach that doesn't realize her existence still, she wants keep it that way. It just doesn't help that a pretty mock of a human makes its stomps up the coach steps and pushes itself blocking any sensible human escape routes.

"I would be mad too if I was flung out of space and time." Lady Twilight's was in the mage company suit office uniform and certainly fits the supernatural spectrum of the diversifying quota, "You're quiet damaged since we last seen each other." Twilight steps right to the row and leans with trying to have eye to eye contact, "Please Lea, don't ignore me. You must be aware of the conjuction these living realms. You know this is wrong." Saddly Twilight's correct and souls whom should have be dead aren't. Souls that should be reborn are stuck among the dead. The boundaries are cutting into each other, complicating things. Its almost like a set of tomes were cut off from the network for some period of time. That this was prime opportunities for broken souls to have laws enact on them, potentially fixing them. But... she promised to protect what she was given, expected to not cause further problems to the tomes she looked after, she was fierce in keeping this promise.

"Lea?" Riddle noted. Hayto shrugs to Riddle. They don't have much to say out loud, only to spy into her business. They rely in her for this, since it's her that got them here.

"James said you have Castor safe. That he fell between the creaks like you did." Twilight's real goal and major reason to bother Tricky. It is Twilight's sole desire to be reunited with the archangel Castor. But the story of how Lea Tricky came about such things wasn't ready to be revealed. Even for herself, she isnt able to recall. The chips of her soul is causing memories to faze and mix. Even in trying to work out if she really did live two human lives or just one. This is something she's started to question herself with. She had started to forget details of her real story. Her real reason for becoming a living undertaker with Curiosity.

She knows that a part of his soul melted to the god follower Matthew, but... even then. She now not even certain of that being true anymore too. Maybe the personalities of both people made her mind trick into that assumption. She knows that she no different to Twilight... seeking lost souls. Or maybe this wasn't the case. She was as far she could be then finding Curiosity.

It ring a guilty notion in her and rattled to a sin chain. Her mind, 'Castor...' the condition of such soul in her pages. She can't strike the courage to tell Twilight. Castor was badly damaged before reaching her care. There's a sort of fear Twilight's reaction, unable to meet gaze and closed hugging arms. Tricky can't even meet her own reflection, she doesn't want to see her likely expression she has.

"Harvester of souls in the blacken blood of dreams." She shrinks at this title, she purposely didn't want to be reminded of this. Because if her expressions was bad before, she shivered in terror now. Even more sinner chains were moving around her and baring her heart.

"Tricky." She was picked up by the scruff because she is totally in so much terror of her own thoughts. She was lifted as a solid mass and was practically a statue.

"Wait... I have seen this happen before." Hayto stands from his seat and waves that she was to be put down on the coach seat, "Right..." He gives a nervous laugh of raise brows. Total strangers unsure of what he was about to do, "I don't understand the logic of this and sometimes this is a bad idea. So..." He pats around himself in each pocke then has a paper talisman blank removed from one. He shuffled a sharpie his changed the ink content of. He draws out some symbols and then sticks the paper to her. The placement doesnt matter, it the contact to her that does. He stands at the ready of a posed hand over her. His feet ready to steady him when he gets weakened by the casting.

"Awaken" Spoken in the crystal realm dwellers language which has a soul impact. This is indeed dangerous with it being the living lands of normal people here. Some small amount energy was used, but his not trained - so he felt a side-effect and it was likely a improper casting.

Her outer appearance has turned polished and hardened. Following the end of spent energy from Hayto, she was an shell case on the outside which creaks slightly. Mostly her joints and chest that flexs in creaking vein patterns to allow her to breath again. Now... she was a stone puppet with fleshy material the at joints.

This had not fixed that she still wasn't listening to everything happening around her, only the law of interaction was changed. She is now a living being, among the living realm grounds. But it does go a long way of forcing her to feel temperature of the coach they are in and her internal needs.

Like being hungry. Yes... she is really hungry but she always feared eating. She would rather feel pain of starvation then eating. It's a form of PTSD from why she got the 'harvest' title. Now she felt this, it makes her scared and worse maybe. Hayto has good intentions, so she's not mad at him for this.

"Wow, that is cool." Twilight posed at thinking deeply, "That wasn't really smart at all. You do realize she has a grasp of some very dangerous criminals? When Hell isn't punishment enough, where do you think we send souls?" Twilight assumes but this isn't the turth.

"Its actually those criminals that I have interest in speaking to." The unfriendly voice whispers, "You have the Crimson assassin."

Gifts for being involved with the death realms tomes and the true God titles was now disappearing for her. This was what the soul fragment of such assassin told her in guilt for why it broke itself in fragments like it did. Souls are weird. She had many soul names. Mostly fragments of lost people. Lost gods. Lost wanders that had enough. Lost dreams. Some who break themselves and those that were broken by Enders. Those that were kicked out of time, space or universe law. Those still need to hold of hope for some meager universe, she provides sanctuary in holding key to thier imprisonment. Her cruelty is a kindness, that she wishes to fix for all of them.

"What was that demons problem and why did you interrupt him from talking to us?" Hayto leans back to the coach seat, he held his head from the headache of casting magic, kneeling to look at her. He hugs the chair back, he sees herself lip edge twitch in a place that wasn't human for the shape she's in. He jolts a littk3 afraid, looking to Riddle waved a hand gesture of warning. Hayto settled but still was looking her way, hoping to listen to some reply. Even if the pretty lady was as creepy.

"These different and difficult conversations are for somewhere else to discuss." She isn't relaxed but she wasn't going anywhere. At least for now with those words, it had meant she would talk when appropriate. She had no plans of leaving, more so now that she was realm bound. She must conform to laws and act accordingly.

Her sight of veil was changing, her ability of seeing Riddle was changing and the clear picture of the dreamers fade more. She seems all the more scared of being unable to see. She finds herself breaking out material from her shadow storage to wrap her own arms and torso in, lashing it around herself. Ignoring the sort of mutters between everyone else around her. The whole coach noticed her now, whispering questions about the deal was and when she boarded.

"Hayto, Riddle and Tricky. You should come this way." She was tieing a knot on her thigh. She was quite mummy wrapped and has somewhat of an outfit about her. Stands carefully out from the coach seat, stepping down the stair steps off the coach. The coach creaks from the weight adjustment which startled the driver. She softly steps aside for others to get off. They weren't the only folks being escorted off this stop. She stands posed formal and straight back, a lady of education and etiquette. She brought out the liquid blade, altered into a metal fan that hide her face. She held her right arm to the perfect bend angle, claws fingers spreading the fan. Her left hand is at hold of the material of her dress which was pulling into the living laws with her. Torn but held a sort of strange quirky styling in the ways it torn. Nothing was on show and at glance, she would fit in among god followers. There a slow shading of a her shadow holding a silky veil texture which completed her Gothic torn bride deal.

Riddle being in a magic rich environment gained a mock glamour, maybe undertakers can use the same veil that demons do in blending among humans. Hayto's the only one not needed of any changes, but there is. He seems a little more like a soul of damned in mock glam then a human seems human. This was cause of his tainted soul energy.

"Welcome to the oath branch." The tour guide rolls a suit case trolley and Hayto being so independent began placing his stuff to it. He thanks them for the trolley but was content of pushing his stuff himself. This was fine, they are used to outsiders like Hayto becoming mages or those that had no clue that became mage through divine blessed knowledge. Hayto was never brought up with servants or expecting others to do things for him.

"The courts of angels have grounds here." Riddle noting the sort of energy here and the laws that would likely entail. He looks at about himself to be sure there no law breaking on his part, according to angelic order. He has to wear his weapons in the fashion that angels have always done so, even the scythe of soul reaping was to be visible. Tricky had to put on a few things, mirroring Riddle law following. She was even prepared in holding a mock book tucked holding at her front, it's a decoy but it tells anyone at a glance that she held the same regard of care to souls as other tome holders. Even the most majority of Enders across the multiverse would have to do this within the presence of holy areas.

The double door from the coach parking into the main building was covered in runic patterns. Security measures to scan for any unlawful beings among angelic grounds. For living humans they will jot feel or notice anything. Riddle passed by and he was covered in sinner chains from it. A watcher from the Angelic order made him fill a 'reason' form. He doesn't need to state why he has the chains, but the reason for what he did. The act of putting such things in focus broke or removed chains once more. Tricky makes one step and she heard the runic patterns whispering, as even spells are fragments of energy spent by a soul. She hovered in listening to all of these whisper. She gives it a prolong depth of thought, and no sinner chain makes any move for her. She gives a few following gestures in her left hand and continues passing into the building, baffling the angels whom had a form for her to fill too. There wasn't a need for her to do so if the gate of runes had not reacted at all. She stands waiting with the two lads, her fan posed at hiding her odd expressions. Quiet sour tone in her grimace.

"Tricky!" Twilight rushed through and breaks the runic patterns which had several angels at stand by ready for that. They glare at Twilight for that. Tricky gave a soft twirl of Twilight handing the decoy book back to her, "Where the real one?" whispered as the decoy was passed back. The metal fan was waved a few times of her thinking about answering and then she out right ignores the question in seeing Riddle and Hayto being directed somewhere else. She recognizes that the spell Hayto spent only works within a set distance of himself, so she has to follow him around in order to keep her living mockup. She sees Twilight stress, stepping to reach again and then lowered in looking at what she actually left behind. Twilight lowers in peering about the ash dust created from Tricky, looking back to Tricky in worry.