7 - Dreams

Beloved by the things even nightmares flee from, traveling the old pocket realms for materials and having time aside a making spiritual candles. Normally evading the spirit public of undertakers and angels. Borrowing their short cuts and making sale with those braving approach. Signal language being a big advantage with never speaking words.

"Tricky, you have to take the books back." Paper bird follows even here in Dreams. She shows her doubts, "It doesn't matter the distance between and the sins you beleive to carry. You have the heart to reach those afraid of themselves. That's what is needed most."

She pockets a stone from the location she was at within Sigil. She pats for last checks, mask on. She dreads it but she is ready. The paper bird shows the way, taking a route into the undertaker realm. She has to cross the check point. She mutely signs in as Tricky's echo. She is left alone as she moved following the paper bird, she felt this body altering to the laws. She was more a being then a dream. Her steps echoing the lonely corridors. She stares how the bird wasn't on the floor but the wall, encouraging her to walk along the wall. She takes a breath as this was just dream and spirit logic. She felt dazed a moment of change gravity direction but management it. A little painting that she can barely fit through. It keeps Insisted that she do something at this painting, so she removed it and this was a trap door handle. The door sealed with plaster. The current monarch hide this entry. She brave and strong. A good several pulls and the whole plastering creaked for her to enter through. The bird in frist.

"This is so werid." She complained in going through. Into the watery darkness and yet... she can see and breath here fine. Her clothes of dark alter grey but she herself stays a husk of clay. She sees that the bird found surface out of this liquid and climbs up to follow.

In breaching the surface, she has her habit of wanting to breath and cough. Wipes her eyes even if it met removing the mask a moment. She flicked a few times and sits on the pond edge.

"Seriously this little journey is getting weird." She pokes the bird, "Where to now?"

"The tomes." Posed wing and she hops off the fountain. She holds with being wet and moved into a fancy big gild made door.

"Another sealed door. Well at least I know this one." She knocked a pattern and it unlocked itself. A wave of paged in hand shape snatched her through the frame. She of course just let's it, crossed arms and the just annoyed at this being painful normally. She sees that the door stayed opened and that so many angels working around here were posed scared stiff of that fact.

"Your back!" Held in plams and pressed close, "Ouch... you have matured in being gone away a long time. This doesn't change who you are and why it's you." As ready as always was to have the mark carved in the clay and mirror over her living body. That she be tattooed in runic pattern befitting a book keeper, "OK. You have to go find the other half the tomes to get you other pages." The palm send her back out the gold door and it closed the gold seals back again. She gets off the floor.

"To the death realms!" The bird paper sings and she brushed off the dust. She holds her arms again.

"Can't I just go back with a gate?" She complained.

"No!" it hissed and she sighed.

"I guess cerbus would love it." She rolls eyes, "Loki!" She shouts and the floor around her peels layers, "Fluffy!" She pets the god slayer and it loves the attention. It climbs over her with head bumping her face. She walked the heaven corridors back around through Sigil. So many folks are to afraid of approaching her. She gets around to some point of finding the floor befitting a Greek Palace. The rude ones ruining it with names whom passed here. She takes stairs downwards.

"This way." Less a crow of paper and more a mutated fleshy bat with scales coming in. She shurgs gently.

"Puppy dogs!" She sings in a loving tone. She waits a moment and then repeated the process. She was getting worried for them and then crossed why. A minor god was having a fight with them. Being toyed about like a dog chew. Eventually thrown at the wall with a back break that would paralyze. The three heads suddenly woo in singing and a big tail was clattering buildings nearby, "Always with the danger tails." She posed and pets them, "Are you having fun?" They sing at her and she laughs, "You keep being good puppy dogs. You smart pups are great protection of this realm. Even if a mean little minor god comes to be played." They give cheat for her to scratch the best spot. The nose that she moves on and she uses the dog way into the realm hidden Sigil path. Into the dead soul worlds. She has the fluffy knock her head and she pets them too. She makes that purr noise and they very happy at purr back.

"Wait... since when was..." The reptile crow wobbles about. Not flying.

"Its a god eaters pathway, that's why." She picked up the bird and in turns into a box, "This way." She knows this place well. She sales stuff here with locals. She pockets the box safe away and makes it to another sealed door. This one was blocked by books. Which was the intention of reaching, "Bless by lord of decay and beloved in Shepard for souls passing." She brushed fingers on the shelving surfaces and it allows her to pass through into the realm. To be knocked harshly by a leather binding, "Yeah. Yeah." She stands letting the pages cutting in the other half of her missing patterns. She felt this sting badly, but she has to stay with it.

"Oi!" A local attempts approach and was blocked with the books moving off shelving. The wall mass of books, "Lord's nightmares." The little fella crawls backwards with tripping on himself.

"Wow... Is that normal?" There was a undertaker here.

"No." helped off the floor.

"All done... now go fetch the damn broken ones." The thundering pages of tomes shelving themselves back and she sees that fluffy left too. She can't flex her arms back, to stingy to dare it. She takes put the stone from Sigil path.

"Now I can gate." She tried, "Right. The dead can. Of course I go the long way." Pockets it. She may shivered in pain but she knows a way out that isn't back through shelves. She approached the two but only then at taking a turn to the way out they use. She hissed at having to bend joints, back up some stairs. She ignores the turn of many blades without partners. They all can sense her living status. She pose arms that bounced a blade attempt off her, the repear that held them was shocked of being forced to that motion. She avoided touch by anyone and right through a pocket gate out of this realm. Upsetting the guardians in the process but they wisely left her be.

'Welcome...' The crystal panel half visible cut off at being confused with her status. She rolls eyes, dismissing it.

"Beloved Lady of tricks." One of her clients that does talk to much, "I request a candle of warding god slayers." She as always stares blankly for some satisfying explanation, "Uh, I am going to the dream worlds." She tried to cross arms but flinched in pain and was sort of posed that way without touching arms, "You called it one your cats?"

"Ah..." She pats around and found the belt pouch, a scale removed, "He loves eating worms and nightmares." She posed her left hand for money.

"Gah... I want to avoid him. I want to go his direction."

"You can't avoid him. You have to walk on him." She shows the scale alter colour in how it angles with light, "You would be a flea."

"Fine... but like I need to fetch something a demon and a undertaker lost there." She posed wondering. She simply just shrugs and waved that a arm be offered. She untied her hair and a ribbon tied to their arm, "Don't loose it." She is finally paid and she puts all stuff away. The guy felt the ribbon as they left. She makes a slow glance in everything around her, she shivered in pain and she walks nonsensical to the pathways.

Her sight blurring with staring at a ceiling. Sitting up from the guest bed, she sits at the bed edge. She takes off the clay mask. Rubs eyes. She got dizzy standing but manages. She got out of all these clothes and refreshed with new ones and with bandages along her arms. She replaced the ribbon she just let someone have. She felt hungry at least.

"No way! Head shot!" She smirks of the gamer doing his thing, "On your tail Sealswims28." He hyper this morning. She uses the toilet and looks the new body art in a proper mirror. Cleans most of it with the sink here. A little closer to feeling refreshed, "Air strike!" She snickers for how childish Gale is. She hung her mask to her chest and brushed out her hair. She then cleans after herself taking her little bits back to her room. She walks down the stairs peeking at the living room. Gale was indeed playing games and his partner was staring at the virtual court board projection on a blank wall space. She softly makes it around to the kitchen and noted that he never cooks things. He has the basics but nothing like her old kitchen at her house. Gladly eggs are fresh and she cooks up basic herb omelets. She cleans as she finished using anything. Plates up for them both.

"Wow that smells amazing." Gale had paused his game or was finished with the online match. Taking the plate offered over, "Thanks." with accepting a fork from her too. She oiled the warm pan and then place a cold water pot on the hot burner in case. She doesn't need to clean a seasoned oiled pan, for as long as it was used again soon. Some argue the pil stops the dust or bacteria but she never uses a week old unused pan. She cleans those properly and reoils before cooking.

"I never knew you liked eggs." His partner notes.

"I don't." Gale with mouth stuff full of food, "But this is like my mum's cooking."

"Its the seasoning and butter that helps make a basic omelet better." Luna shurgs with a slight smirk of arkwardness, "How long have I been sleeping?" Hoping a change of talk is better.

"A decent 10 hours. I should have just went to sleep when you said, we had no night visitors that weren't invited." Gale had cleaned his plate of all the omelets remains and does was his own place quickly, placed to the drain board for the moment. She was still half way through, "What exactly happened to you while you were asleep?" She drops the fork in jolting at that being the next question. She reach for it normally and slowly raised back with it.

"You don't even want to know." She flutters her left hand. She was gladly finished eating at least, "Just another one of those weird dreams I always have." She takes her own plate and cleans at the sink, "I woke up this way. It happens occasionally with those weird dreams."

"Its not like she walked to hell and back in a night." Gale voicing it to loud of way should have been a inner thoughts.

"Walking hell is hard but no. I took a short cut. Besides your dream self isn't the same as being there." She nervously muttered, "Besides it's more being branded by your owner then actually being harmed. I just don't like looking at my marks. If they were invisible as they are to other people, it be nice to ignore it." She puts the plate to the drainer, "Its whatever." She shurgs in crossing her arms and looking at them.

"Short cut?" The partner nit picking.

"Is this one those god slayer that did that?" She shook at that at least.

"It doesn't matter." She insisted, picking up an orb off a pillow. Petting it like always, "I was physically here sleeping, I didn't actually go anywhere in that sense."

"Ugh... she so hard to work with." Gale crumbles, "It be nice that you warned me that you went off saying stuff again."

"I didn't sale my ribbon. His borrowing it." She tuts, "He be unable to go home if Morpheus followed him. My good kitty just loves me."

"Is this like how the Fluffy Loki thing is a good kitty?" The undertaker asked.

"And that cerbus is a good puppy." She made sure to add, "I didn't get a choose in where I was going and the places I had to stop past."

"So you have spirit guide or something?"

"I don't ask what or why." She shurgs, "Dreams aren't meant to make sense."

"Spirit walking is dangerous without a guide. You could have drowned or burned. You wouldn't have came back with bandages on both arms." The undertaker pointed at her, "Or have blood on your back."

"Crap. I forgot about that." She used her mask to look, "Actually, that looks fine. Very neat." She let her mask go and it hovers there staring at her back, "The first time was messy and worse."

"Where was that from?" Gale went to hold it. She twisted away from him and avoided being touched.

"Don't touch." She has it back beside her head, "I don't give you any permission to touch me."

"The mask not..." She puts it fully on and this alters her form. She was older now and is clearly petting a black fur cat. She posed her right hand at grasping for a weapon to, "Ok... surrender." She returned to petting the cat totally, it stretched and yonds. A soft purr gurggled from it. He backed off even more.

"A reminder... she is a minor in your laws." The partner posed flatly.

"How did you do that?"

"I am sure you heard of my type. I am a Shaman. To be exact, I am shaman who traveled beyond to other living worlds. I shape shift my spirit to mimick or blend in. I go borrowing powers from outside of law and order. I am no different to a Clothus, really." She takes the mask off and she back to normal. A girl petting a rock, a weird grey clay mask somewhere about herself, "I am a lot of things and with many titles. I have myth rank. The more known you are, the less the majority know. You will have heard the title... The Wandering Undertaker. It's what I am."

"What do you have to do with being a Seer again?" The undertaker asked. His partner posed reminding again and as he does he slowly was confused too.

She for the time puts the stone orb of Morpheus away. She left the two men sulking. She checked her phone and her parents phones. She has stuff to make calls with.

"Luna, worry about sorting out the bills later if you don't need to pay for them yet. They might stick you with cancelation fees." Gale shouted and she sighed frustrated that she can't do that. She leans at the door with anything else, "The hospital has sent the death certificates directly to the cremation service provider and the copies for you are on my desk. We will go through everything when we sort the bank accounts out. You are no longer paying rent for a exploded building. The guy is in lock up. The courts have found him guilty without further need of proof. Many people are putting claims in and your not going to get much out of him." She tilts downwards at waiting for anything else, "You are on bereavement leave from school. You can still go but they aren't expecting you in class. If you have any friends to go see, this would be the time." She tilted away for that.

"Why not go stop by to our neighbor that you shouted at the other day?" She shook at and instead picked up the landline. The two frown at whatever that call will be next.