4.6

A large shopping complex like this has always got little stalls or promp miniature stages for holiday events or special occasions. Here at where seven floors look down to the ground floor was a particularly neat stage set up. There is many chairs in front and at the banister.s looking to the stage. This stage is designed for this area, having a small speaker system climbing up the floors and along set points of the circular chair rings. It's spacious but already decently filled of many people taking a seat. Each here with colour arm bands and listening to whatever they needed. Already there was someone in the uniform introducing what the MAC was and why they have choose to be a mall complex company. Hayto was vaguely listening but mostly that he was listening to Riddle comments.

Hayto sits among the crowds that came to have some simple illusions shattered. Although it was needed more for other people then Hayto. Talk of other living worlds and the places they eclipse over. The fear in the contamination being allowed to cross over. Mutant creatures and rouge machines that doesn't have the same technology as if built by humans.

Such examples of this made themselves presented, an entire team of ai run military robotics. They state the goal was that they are to protect of what letting of the earth was left from the fall out of a war that hadn't happened yet. They named each other by a colour and a code. Some have dots to indicate they had a older system updated. The leader of the group was someone with four dots. Not many wanted to take them seriously as sentient and self aware beings.

"Captain!" Tricky posed a raised hand and she is accepted in being allow a mic to ask her question, "How far along is the category catalogs of the invasive and mutant?" She asks as seriously as it gets. The team of machines clearly whispers between themselves in coded numbers and she stood up to allow them to scan her, "Did you finally have access into Sigil systems?" She asks more determined.

"I can only answer that if you're level is qualified." She nods understanding and her right hand waved code. This was something within the tome and not her. The Captain received it and was stunned, he sent something back in waving a Sigil panels into view. He clearly was reading it for a long time and eventually caved into this code trade demand, he gave nod. Now... Sigil system allowed itself to act on her commands, the system glitches a lot but she has some allowances. Mostly that the system was now printing a copy of itself into real paper pages and folding like sheets of more skin over her. She gives a soft bow and sits again. The mic returned to the human agent that crowd walks. Riddle jolts for sure from the system prompt, he slides at cold feared stare of her.

"What was that about?" Hayto asked her.

"The world of machines are our researchers for discovering the soulless and secert creatures of the universes. They have became part of 'the Machines of Lum'. We rely on thier progress to find the unknown and make entries into the compendiums. To find them is to know your close to the edges of a known boundary." She explained gentle and he thinks about this deeply for a while.

"Wait..." He quickly took his phone out and sort of Google searched for a while, missing on some conversation about gods. Riddle knocked Haytos side to pay attention to the front, given there was several death god types suddenly stood around. Hayto looked up slowly and was stuck by the vast instant his mind was being whipped. For sure, the gods at paused time - spoken to those that should be dead and returned time back. They wouldn't be here otherwise. Hayto had during the paused time been off his seat and returned to it, she can tell from how he was changed pose so drastically and breath timing.

"At least you are a honest soul." Hayto held a deep dark tone and it was hard to say in what context he was going for. She was getting sid again, he had moved away from her for a short while and this reverses the talisman. She sits like some royal tutor, had sloped down and the metal fan back at hiding her face. The amount of blades folded out marked the same amount of dangerous souls she sensed nearby. In meditation, can tell where their names belonged in the living tomes. She can also tell that they were candidates to be entered into her glamoire, souls with fragle or missing parts. Another blade increased on her fan as she heard sin chains dragging against each other, this tends to be an Ender or a candidate for that title. Burdens they assume but can't make right.

"Tricksters. Be for warned." She tilts in listening to the speaker on stage, "Any of you that are found breaking the treaty of truce will be subject to termination of our help or worse." She took an angle of trying to understand since when was there any treaty between Darkwood, Glader and Tricksters. She also ponders why Tricksters and not Seer. Seer are the living last names.

"Ms Dahlias." She closed her fan and makes a direct eye to eye look. She wasn't at all surprised to be faced with the god bird, or rather the avatar host of Omens. Noted as sometimes Avators. It isn't with the god spirit within itself and is acting of its own wishes. It recognized her and came to her, "I am so glad your OK, although that seems a understatement."

"Little host Master." She respects as she has always, regardless of powers within or not. She had even took a charm off and presented this gift to the bird, that takes it in respecting her terms. A feather was given in return. She says nothing at all, only that her expressions spoke for her. The worry and sorrow. The stress. The fear. There was even a sense she was glad to see a sign such as the avator greeting her. The bird flies away and she returns pose with fan back to recounting danger. Hazards she looked for and was ready for awareness. The Feather not added to the plumme yet instead added to her hair veil, treated with care and love.

"Dahlias?" Riddle remarks her different names. Hayto knocked Riddles arm now.

"The stem presented." She seems at flexing her metal fan blades between fingers. She was debating how safe she was and importantly the tomes within her. She has a constant careful look at around as she holds her waist in a crossed manner.

"Loyal to the tomes." Hayto notes, "You seem to be running out of time too."

"No Hayto, I am a coward." She corrected, "I have managed to be this way because I am. Afraid." She snaps the fan closed in a tight grip, "Don't paint me up as some perfection. I am nothing but a temple of my own flaws and broken promises. So sad of such things, I had began collecting them form others people." She open the fan wide to full spread and blocks her expressions. The fan was more bladed then noticed before and for some purpose sharp at cutting the air.

For as many segments of the metal fan there was, are the hazards she is alert with. A very flexible wave of sharp points wafted gently, she tilts the inside to mirror bend to watch her back. She can feel the cold stabbing through her and the numbing bravery that she was frost to fear.

"I demand access!" She raised a brow to some stranger among the tomes, her attention of why they seems so frustrated with her protecting books. The shelving unit of that area was clattered of name checks and held on pause.

"Pardon me." She felt the sinner having a page reaction, for that was certainly weighted with a sinner chain. The seemingly innocent notion of having to use her shoulder to not fall had made them a mark. They collapse at the floor from all sorts of sorrow that this chain made itself from.

"I demand!" The leather bindings enacted a spell curse on the impatient soul and the shelving unit fells... but the tomes float on air, in place where they are kept to the shelves - regardless of shelves. The being unburies itself in foul tongues and hissed pain. She refocused on other things.

"Wow." The metal sheet in her hand had flexed in strange ways as and flexed back to form with her now in the moment. She acts it wasn't anything wrong, back to posed of trying to be a poker face. She was stressed out for sure.

"Little Lady, it be wise for you to take a moment away." A stranger among the seats spoke at her, "Clearly you not ready for this." Must have been some sort of assessor that looks for people that have mental break down from being told such sensitive information. The human is innocent and has good heart intentions, doesn't have a clue that she's not upset by the speaker at the stage.

"Command access!" She had a book knock some common sense into the being, it shelved itself back.

"Method in madness. Don't worry about me." She certainly all closed up and shielding herself from all around. She always has an eye on Hayto and Riddle, which they both weren't taking this stage performance seriously by the next acts. Which are demonstration of energy use by mages, in other words magic. Riddle not impressed by the scale and Hayto has to much in his mind to feel it disproven. They for a moment forgotten about her, but Hayto was leery in looking back at her, subconsciously.

"There is other being that dwell beside us that we don't consider humans but they held the same state of regard. We tend to have folk tales of these, spirits. You may notice that this mall had only those types that will not cause ill intent, but it doesn't stop bad things from happening. But it's these spirit types that helps power the magic or are the source of it. Depending on the methods of course." They lifted a paper, "This here is call intent test. This paper will turn black or white. There is those with gifts that claim it changes more then just colour. There are a small rare among rare that can do a lot to this paper. But the common use is to watch how dark the paper turns." Even as they show it, that paper was grey splotches. It was passed over to some on stage. Showing what the results look like and the sort of meaning.

Patches were being handed out among the crowds here at the ground floor. She blocks it being passed to her by her fan. They skip her for that. She back to pose of shielding.

"Hayto... can you follow the guy with the black band? Your friends are welcome to join." Hayto nods and picked up his stuff. He returns to his push trolley of suit cases. Riddle being used to being a ghost sits on the cases, which still works. His just a visible ghost. She made several crackles as she stood but she was silent even in stepping between crowds. She seems to float but she just a great foot work dancer.

"Excuse me..." The guy that was innocent, "Here." She constantly forgets the decoy book. She softly takes it in her left hand and glares at the colours changing on the leather. Yes, the decoy is another form of intent test. This guy was good of heart. She gives a more human impress of thanking him and a soft smile. He certainly blushed walking away. She was back to being vaguely hovering about and using her fan to communicate to the dreamers to leave her alone.

"That's decoy is getting its worth." Riddle notes and is open at talking to her, "Ever since being here among humans tha can see, you have changed."

"The abyss has eyes and ears, Riddle. If you don't want to be devoured, you make yourself as the least appealing as possible." She speaks no moving her lips and with slamming the fan closed in annoyance of him, "Don't you hear the whispers in darkness too? Do you pretend they aren't warning you?" The morphic blade was turned to a knife and posed point to a demon, "Unfathomable temptation. To good to be true." She tilts on a creepy manner of testing the demon, who backed off and posed to a kneel. She changes the knife for a scythe now, the staff invisible but the blade hangs hiding her face, the reflection used to spy on Hayto's expressions.

"Keeper of lost pages, my intent is not make deals here. This is neutrality." She dialed down the creepy but she stays in this form. A lady reaper with a strange book and uniquely different blade. She continued to be hovering about Hayto, sometimes she seems a ghost and other times - she totally had to use the door like he does. She follows no interrupt to what happens. Riddle may constantly be saying suggestions or making judgment. But she hovers, turly just slightly around and was practically an inconvenience at times.

"When the universes decide to work together, the biggest challenge is nothing but a snow flake." Marcus in both mask and human form, he laughed following that comment, "Wilkinson!" Snaps fingers and the demon of his call was to his side. In bow and waiting, there a dark tone about Wilkinson as he stares down the Ender title. Use express is wiped away with Marcus posed of his request, "Stop being so smug of thinking that you murder me and fetch me the books. The things on the office desk. Careful. They bite." Mark snickers as Wilkinson makes past Hayto. She prevents them bumping shoulders by knocking the tomes requested into the demon. The seer force throws the demon back into the room, pinned to the wall by sharp origami daggers.

"I get the feeling that Uncle just sent himself a death wish." The comments from a lad in a black hoodie and head phone wire trailing his front. The twirl of a few other royals making remarks too.

"This will be the next monarch in living flesh." Posed a different sent of undertakers, "Queen Fuast is unavailable for whatever reasons."

"She requested a total stranger to murder the pair of them." Tricky smooths steps in forcing Hayto to sit down. This act of forcing him was not like her. She had tendrils of her own shadow force Riddle to stand at Hayto's back, "She just didn't care about the laws and qualified abilities of such request. She didn't even check my name or where I came from." Tricky holds him to the seat, "But we can find loop holes in everything. After all, I am still quiet sour from our last encounter." She certainly breaks some illusions of her, "I haven't determined which half of me I should follow. Since I have your orders to blame for what happened to me." She pats Haytos head, "King Shock." She purred, "And your still doing the things the books told you to not do." She let's Hayto free, since now his aware of that being an undertaker monarch. She glad that Riddle gets the picture too. She takes her own seat at the side of Hayto, the scythe turned fan and the decoy placed on the table.

"Seriously, she just appears out the wood works. Like a weed thar never dies." She makes no reaction of this. She knows now in hindsight, she should have seen it sooner.

"But is this the orginal or is this another dreamer pretending it?" Marcus tuts, "Anyways... Wilkinson." The demon hasn't moved an inch. The instinct to live was overwrite his mind.

"Dahlias, I am so sorry for the side affect." The kid in the hoodie speaks her way, "I totally forgot the universe laws. Now your misshapen."

"What I want is my fragments... you know that." She speaks like a dead person does, the voice without breathing. She hides her face for sure but her habit of hold her old scars. It's volumes to those that know her.

Marcus is not someone who knows, he has always took aim of shot first ask later. A wise choose in wilderness but not in a tight office like this.