Drinks around

None of her students will be taking any off realm missions. Trade was all here on the neutral ground and nothing was out of price range. The simple missions were just delivery requests in order to get glass bottles for ingredients keeping. Gladly her many reptiles are around as extra eyes for her today. She stays around until the very last student has what they needed. The human lot returned to the living lands soon following, baring the exceptions of those that knew that spirit pub was here and that invites from the care home funerals.

"Miss Luna?" The surprise of people seeing her hovering at the entry into the drinking area, "Would it be ok for us to look for someone?" She knew them as her other self.

"If you are looking for the spirit of Lea, you are already talking to her. You see, my living life was hindered but I over developed my spiritual side. I had no choice but to enter as a double student. I finished my spirit examples much sooner and took up the night class." The huddle close to her and recognition of seeing her made sense, "I hide my face because I have some unwanted attention from Seer and spirit weirdos. I do have a mask face." She doesn't show it to them but now that they know. They have instinctively worked out where her eyes are, from how she was alive. They started to make sense of her gestures, because she used them in both bodies. Other parts made sense, of she became extremely developed spirit wise while alive. She be able to accomplish higher ranked missions which surpassed the standard leveling of everyone else.

"Can we still go in for a drink with you?"

"I as a teacher wouldn't allow minors but this is a special occasion. You can only order one small drink and it must be human safe. The bar keep is use to my orders, tell to add to the wanderer undertaker tab." They nod and head in ahead of her. She stand here a little longer, watching the shadows and seeking out for Curiosity's noble damned side. She is concerned for him, despite of everything happening and history.

"High ranking oath Maker." She gently scans this being about and tilts indicating she heard them, "I am with the courts. I suspect you might be who I seek. The spirit under the nickname of Tricky Trickster." She waved the panel of sigil to give them a better idea of what exactly they are trying to ask, "I see." They think about this and then look to her properly, "The original soul that owned the nickname. Not the species of demons that used it."

"Then we should have a sit down and talk about this as civilised beings. After all it is my wake." The tilted confused, "I sort of faked my human death. I am still alive but a real corpse of myself was buried today. Celebrating such a life is only right." They moved through and she tries one last look around. This guy has body guards. She sighed and heads in. The students around one table and the stranger already at the bar talking the ear off the keeper. She makes a waved gesture to all thr room and those in the know understood. She was warning that she is highest ranking and not the normal way of things could happen. She makes it around to the bar and placed a bunch of bottled goods along in rows. She stops at a fancy red wine she has, looking at the age and smell of the Cork. She tilts it to the light for looking through it.

"Shadow that doesn't flinch in light." A stranger hissed nearby.

"Shut up demon. Even angels fall and demons rise." She tuts, "If your not here to order a drink and just cause hassle, I will salt you."

The bar keeper managed to drag himself over here and start sorting away these bottles. The look of annoyance.

"I am sorry that I am popular with upper court folks. There seems to be on going cases with issue about me. My myth names, lost titles and my current ranking titles are having a clashing issue. They haven't even bothered looking into my proxy land ownership nor my off universe titles." She puts the wine among the few bottles left at the counter and the bar man nods in understanding.

"Double sigil ranking and they can get over you are one person." He smirks like she does. She taps the counter in making her order. She pays with a new coin today and this settles things.

"On the house." A strange bottle presented to her with written labels. A demons craft beer or liquid brewery. She inspects it and takes it with her to her students. She joins them, leaving the court guy speechless at the bar.

"Miss Luna is the reason we made a pub chain across realms. We even have living world locations due to her. She regularly ordered the same drinks across many boundaries. Her drinking tab has become the standard pricing across the board. She has saved many businesses going bankrupt or souls from giving up. She brought in new clients to those that can't imagine their venue working. Through her guidance, bar laws have be established and as tribute - we don't treat her the same as other souls." The bar keeper explains to the confused court man, "Beloved lady Tricky Trickster, the undertaker wanderer. An outsider turned Cog ranker. The humans call her by her last name, a living world name that can't be used to summon or trick her. You must be real comfort to dare call her that way. If not her, her god slayers will have a say."

She settled in and pours drinks for them all. Since they didn't order anything yet. She got comfortable and suddenly now they talked. Finally she can talk to them like she was normal. They covered many spectrums of human topics and some things she learnt to help them in studying. However, she doesn't get at all that personal to them. They all were quickly tired, the drink or the place. The students returned back to the living realm at school, straight to bed. She returns back with a tray of empty drinking cups. Leans at the bar, slow evening. The court guy was gone.

"What I do know is that the cases around you for those courts. Its looking into what had happened to the tomes. That they all have worked out something drastically changed because something isn't right." The bar keeper washing those glasses near her.

"This universe was put back together from scraps. Realms are still missing. There less walkers because of the fragile fear of this universe is in. God's had been reborn but have no recollections of it all. Even the goddess of life and the god of death stare listless at their books in pondering just what catastrophic event were we all saved from." momentarily stopping of wiping a glass, "Well if that's what they think happened. Its more mundane then that."

The softly getting back to just doing what he does. She relaxed at the bar as a regular, she can't help feeling weaker and tired. Nothing about the drinks or her living body. No this was her overall feelings, mentally pushed and constantly watching her back. She can't even relax when she relaxs, aware that she was always needed to be prepared for anything. She sits up and checks over book conditions, only the two she is allowed access to. She not reading them, simply fixing or repairing things. The bar keeper staring at how delicate she works so hard at repairs of the torn tome in her hands. She is so dedicated and determined to keep these things from fading away. The tome itself compiles with her incisive keeping. Sewing in new pages that she collected or been sent. She softly embraced every fragment of soul in the same cherished respect.

"What was the dream war?" The bar keep asks and he sort of didn't meant to ask it. He posed confused he asked at all. But she smiles and softly finished. Hugs thr tome before it melted into her. Made skin crawl watching that. She pours herself a drink from her storage, in a glass made of crystal rock. She changes her seating pose and sighed.

"The many universes never really knew about each other existence. Lonely strings of space time that coiled into the fabric as we know. The exact reason for why this changed and the cause was lost. A universe shattered into fragments, spraying all neighbours of extra realms, souls and worlds. Boundaries shattered and the collapsing of dream began. We fought each other, blaming the other universes for being the cause. A multiverse war broke through all boundaries. We all become one universe at point, known now at the central universe. Some strings detached like us, we don't follow the same history events as the central." She sips her drink and the bar man sits down, "But emerged from the universes that became war zones and ashes were souls that lost everything. Ad a sort of defence, a new type of sad soul existence became apparent. We have classification for these things as negative energies or sorrow souls. Shadows of the damned, hollow souls, Enders and the broken ones. They all that remained in lost universes. It was them that seen a more scary part of the turth. The bliss of why we have known and unknown was torn away, revealing monsters that exist in broken laws. Thus spreading Clothus and Soul eaters. The collapsing of a universe cause by Clothus turn war away from each other. It was now survival of what was existence. Clothus were a byproduct of something else. The remains of clumps of devoured souls from creatures that should have never been able to reach living realms. When we all began making allies of each other, surveys of souls and worlds began. Universes have a consistent shaping for a reason. Living world cores, outer afterlife barriers and then dreamlands boarder the outer edges of after realms. A working universe has constant soul movement and density changes like a cloud of mucus in water. floating and sinking in light and darkness. Law of things of just how they are was what kept us safe. Protected in bubbles."

She smiles in pouting him a glass and how he awkwardly found the flavour. Even still the bar man was listening and eager to learn. Make sense of what the other pubs in the chain meant by why it was dangerous in this universe.

"So the collapsing of dream into a living realm boundaries had to happen. I Read clothus are anomalous soul of both life and death. Living humans freak out seeing them."

"The veil that protects humans from seeing the dead blocks out all the death spirit aspects of a Clothus. Leaving only the floating living organs visible to a human. It is disturbing to have a floating part of lungs, the stomach tract and some blood appear and disappearing." The bar man nods and she looks sad, "Your right. Dreams collapsing into living realms. That was what the enders learned to fear. The cleaners of decaying existence invaded into living realm. In order to repair boundaries, these worms had to be slain. My scythe is a fragment of one, it doesn't just take souls out of bodies. It can erase them. Erase souls, bodies and existence. Even a god can't be allowed such a tool. I am the protection of this universe's existence but I am not the Ender. At to be fair, I am not the only soul in this duty. I am the only soul in the living realm of this duty." The bar keep thinks it over for a bit and then posed that knowing, "This realm indeed suffered from the dream collapsing, a particularly large one devoured many existence in this living core." She poured more for them both, "I am here to erase the things that got stuck here, when they shouldn't be here. Some of them I made deals, they were turned into god slayers or adapted for whatever realms suitable. The ones that don't comply are erased, no matter of trial or god help. They don't have names in the tome, and they have something about them that doesn't work in the realm around them. Even I am an Outsider, this is what that rank means. Unnamed and not disclosed as existing." The bar man stops her drinking more. She likely was showing some properties that made him uncomfortable or something.

"So this universe is being repaired?"

"I have did what I can, when I was the index keeper." She straightens up and stretched for a moment. She made sure her mask wasn't on her face. She pats herself in taking out a wallet and dropping a note of money to the table. She gently stood, "The universe has other plans, or something. I had to renounce my duty as index holder, I fall grace from being favoured by majority of souls. They just don't know. They will not allow me to finish." She checked for everything and softly nods, "I will patiently wait to finish what I started, even if it means watching all of them souls scream in terror to lesser things. Fear of dreams... you should. They are protecting us from the real things. Those not written in any segments of the compendium of soul and soulless." She strides to leave but the bar man made a reach, "I am very tired but there isn't anyone like me. No one can replace me." He lets her go. She returned back to the living realm. She waved chain over this fake Curiosity that when to jump her, she hadn't the mood to play. She back to her room, drifting to sleep in watching the busy court picture. She stayed exactly in the same clothes. So weakened for now. A new level of starvation to content with.