Open wounds

The saying that Rome wasn't built in a day is no understatement. There so many factors at work for the slow progression of rebuilding this undertakers realm from the invasion by the Silverstone Empire. Many have forced to reattach hands on stumps and went on about doing the stuff needed. Unlike humans that need sick time off or completely losing their jobs due to lost limbs. The characteristics of being an Undertaker shine through in this inhuman manner. Treating the body parts as interchangeable swap-outs.

Even still, it slow going in the repairs of portrait portal frames. Many area's that were departments of different types of administration in order the reblend any lost souls back into the flow of time, were completely lost or broken. Adding to this by affecting the individuals, was many personal bedrooms being torn out in the same methods.

Most are having to completely start from scratch as their rooms are spat out as piled mess in the corridors. Many canvas were lost and obtaining new canvas cloth an rarity. Large-sized frames are being prioritized for the canvas cloth demand, which is making less available for those that lost their homes.

Adapted to what they get, many see this as an opportunity to make lifestyle changes and take a more cozy approach to their rooms. It was also cost affective in materials. You might as well call it a sleeper pod. Letting go of many possessions in trade of guaranteed sleeping quarters or privacy. The new art became popular quickly. Many time released corridors were wiped up and painted up. Faster was rows of these small crawl rooms, becoming the standard issue to sleep in.

The higher ranking Undertakers were given older or repaired large rooms. They tend to bring some work to their room and require the extra space due to it. The closest to the king were leaders of these departments - micromanagement of projects. Spreading work load of repairs easier for those with the better talents.

Still... there were many corridors untouched, left time locked. Luna felt that she can be ahead of the game in repairing these places, since the undertakers can't reach time stopped areas. She felt a bit of gratification when one the 19 corridors she been repairing paintings was released and inspected by the departments. So many scratched heads for why she is able to do such things in frozen time. But often she is a background nobody, there is always something else more pressing to consider. Such as the return of more hands to owners and the recovery of those still being rescued from the isolation cells.

The outside realms continued to keep falling prey to the mutant living world or the Silverstone Empire attacks. Many realms of heaven and hell were battlefields, littered in death and decay. The once beautiful areas of idolized peace were twisted and painted in red rivers. The undertaker realm will soon be under attack once more, so this halted progression of restoration. Defense measure was more important and corridors were reverted time stop crystal. Many unable to fight, stayed in their canvas rooms along such time stopped places. It was better that they took recovery to fight more battles later. Thinking ahead of this not being the last invasion.

These folks aren't stupid, they know she is not one of them. But she is not considered a threat. They allow her to help where she is able and forgive some basic human error. Alternatively they didn't have the energy or the fight to deal with the sort threat she is. The fence is metaphorical been placed between her and them but as a good neighbor. It didn't hurt that she helped and they help her in return. In the larger picture of things, it was for the better that this anomaly stays among them where they can monitor her actions and learn of her in passive condition.

The underhand spy of the monarch seems unsteady these past few days. It hasn't gone unnoticed but he has still been functional in his duties to serve the king. Following that was demon lord and archangel general that are bound in the same master as him. A fragment of his soul pawned to some Silverstone god slayer. The three of them have been dreading the moment they will be forced summons by thier owner, linked by soul are all to aware that thier owner isn't gone. This suffering was suggested of being punishment or something. Each day the archangel looses another grey feather and the demon another scale. It seems right that the undertaker clay body was suffering. Dusting in soft joints or fragile areas.

"The reports for the conditions of the unreleased time passages." File thick wedge of detailed analysis. Taken up ans flicked though, all in his own personal interests of being efficient of his job. Any suspicious corridor activities was his duty to pry into and any dirty laundry to air out among their own. It is the king's says business to get a handle of dirty secrets and be aware of security problems. He once more had to raise a brow to the mentioned voodoo girl working in time locked areas. That she been witnessed in these places, repairing frames of painting and retrieval of personal requests. There been an 10 entire corridors repaired by her, enough to be back to functioning upon release of time seals. Her handy work of restoration projects has help moved efforts to focus on simpler tasks or hand more folks available for large scale furniture moves.

"Do folks trust her?" He asked the runner.

"Not really. She doesn't trust us either. There just seems a respected middle to work with. Although misunderstandings happen, it's often because she very... human. She has a lot of human habits." That softly nods in getting it.

"And for some reasons the tome isn't bothered to remove her unlike the many past discrepancies." He tucked the file under arm with finished reading.

"She is no longer human, even she knows it herself. Many witnessed some of these slips she has are often because she isn't coping with not being a human." The runner sighed, "She hasn't a face but she does cry tears. She doesn't have eyes but she can see, even better then us. Her body isn't clay like us... she something beyond that."

"She cried over what?"

"She is mute so like we could ask her." That doesn't seem right. Doesn't sit with him. She can see with no eyes, she should be able to speak. That is unless something else here was the problem. Mr Curiosity turns away, hand on his wound and making that slow progression to his next place. He doesn't get fair with needing a hand on a steady object and feeling dazed. The runner made four steps toward offering help but is swept to the next thing to do. Importantly he was waved away by Curiosity, disinterested in pity help. Wanting to be at his own pace of working. He gets himself collected enough, stabilized for a moment to watch the passing foot traffic and observes individual traits among his peers. He sighed of how little undertakers change and moves onwards to being use to his king.

There is a corridor in among the reports he needs to take a personal look at. The particular corridor was the embassy guest rooms and vaults of reactive time sensitive items. He had sense that there could be trouble with the time seals down that corridor or is they been raided through during the last attack. There adds that they needed access to it for new objects that appeared in the monarchy's private office and unique tome collections.

"Move out the way, Curiosity is here." There seems already a gathering at this place. Troubling signs.

"What exactly is the problem here?" Taking in the look over the seals and whom was stood around here. Gladly many of the king's personal guard is already managing this place. Taking the initiative to see able opening this way. There seems nothing wrong at the moment that he could tell. He opens the file to be sure as there followed a cold breeze behind him and the rumble of foul language.

"I will have your details reported for this!" The young imp standing up and equally in foul hiss pointing angrily at the time sealed corridor. He stares in shock, like he be totally unaware if having been trapped in the corridors seal. The young imp looks around the crowd of dull expressions, many undertakers looking on from a safe distance. Many not wanting another random ambassador thrown at them.

"Hey there Mala, this is where you been." The ex-land retainer swoop in with an arm rings over shoulder and does that demon fast talking. The young imp is given several bits of shocking news and soon seated in defeated emotion. This is one of many whom been seemingly thrown out from this corridor.

"So what or who exactly is helping these people out from the time stop seal?" Asked out to the little tag of ambassadors whom been saved so far.

"The creepy girl isn't one of you?" The newest to be added along. Although the expressions of the others not agreeing to such descriptive words.

"She is a shadow. They have a social society that limited to only those who know or think they encountered them. Only those partly higher the nobility speak but even they seem sensitive. They know what you feel and how you feel. Making them seem creepy. They seem to like this image of being creeps. They are often where a mortal has recently died or in an area of tragic event." Speaking the ambassador to the realm of death gods, "As we see it, they were once mortals with unfinished or unable to detach themselves from the living realms. Souls that have thier own categories and tome sections... even the god's can't access this. Which bothers us, we little folks encounter them all the time but they would been easier managed if the god's could interact. But then again, the veil of perception doesn't allow this social society to be noticed in holy grounds. No angel of purity has ever said they seen one. This goes worse for the god's unable see these unfortunate beings." The grim reaper crossed his arms, "They are titled as shadows of the damned."

"Shadow..." Curiosity heard this before and he knows very well that this has a lot of crossing with Tricksters. There is also a lot of other realms who have mythology about shadows. Renamed Ghosts to some. It is rather fitting. It's exactly how he sees her. An abnormal ghost.

"You sure it's not a Clothus?" The grey wing general had to ask.

"Well that depends on where the soul came from." The grim shrugs, "Clothus come from outside the tome record. They are one many races that you undertakers are meant to erase from existence." The grim tilts a direction, they do that when someone dies near them or that the tome was reacting. The prolonged glance would suggest the grim was studying tome pages, "Rare. She is both on and not. I can't read or access where. But she is recorded in known tome categories. This is off from normal but it makes sense that she a shadow than clothus. She was human, even has human death records. A Clothus is clean cut, no history and no law." The grim tilts back to conversation among the party, "Cog ranker, she within the cog rank tome."

"That's news to us." Curiosity makes notes and stares on the sealed runic pattern. It was all helpful information but it's not enough to judge her or contain.

"She was quiet close to you. You should try talking to her yourself. You both shared a death at some point in the past." This slows his writting as it only confirms that she is a Trickster. But clearly there seems something odd even for that turth. Others have stated she took her mother over her father, at least that was what the tome records muttered. Her father was the Seer.

"Gah!" A bird winged angel is dropped through from the seal. Still the seal seems untampered. Picked up and given the same bit of news as others had. Seated in a chair and looked after by folks. The angel was a message carrier and was unfortunately caught in the seal. Everyone so far was not removed from a room, just happened to been in the corridor at the time of sealed barrier. There follows another clatter from in the corridors beyond the barrier, it seems that the furniture was being pushed back standing.

"Aren't you worried that a Trickster can just be here stealing stuff?" Posed questioning by the young imp ambassador.

"well..." The grim started but was tilted toward the tome and back, "You should call her by her other names."

"But that is a blood mortal Trickster whom has managed to be here." A personal guard at the ready to drop the time seal. But Curiosity posed hand and they back away from such.

"Miss Fallon?" In asking the grim and the confirmed nod, "She does have quiet the history of being against her fathers family. She was once our ally in such affairs. It was through us that she was allowed cross over. Things had obviously changed as time reverted backwards many a periods since." He finally has the right amount of notes and even her back history that was recorded for a time. He like others turn silent. Another unfortunate person thrown through out the seal.

"The protector of the broken souls." The grim nodding at both tome and crowd, "Proxy dreamland owner of the dream edge boundaries and command of many god slayers. Even the court eaters refer to her as a sort of leader." brought up his hand to have it smacked by the time that makes appearance of manifested form. Grims uniquely don't shape it as a book but rather black feathered bird. It squealed and hissed in disappointment. Flutters around circling. It dove through the time seal... still untampered. Now everyone here knows that the tome can't be held by time or at least breaks the law of time.