Settling scabbing

"I was informed to personally escort you to such place." The birm hat is off and long silver hair curtains the veiw of his eyes. His feet are not in the correct pose of a courtesy which the common greeting from one undertaker to another. It was an insult to her. All those years they had been partners in this universe before she was able to see the real afterlife. He taught her the survival she needed when she got lost outside of these boundaries. He doesn't want to act like they had any ounce of history. Sure enough even the feather so long was darker his way.

"I do not doubt that your gut never healed." She hissed. She picks up that letter with feather and retreated further in. She closed the door listening to them outside. She sees a reflection in the room. A version of herself gave four gestures. Each is a depth clothus way of meaning. Wisely to pretend to ignore that her future leaves. She is no slave. She is no sinner. She is no goddess Reincarnation. She is an honored warrior. There could be more layered meaning but she doesn't have the hindsight yet. The sliding doors clicked and she focused with the fact none of those men out there are gone. She softly sees a dress made by herself, the fitting undress and the layering. The scarf veil and lace ribbon that is made from high quality god armour. There is even body wrap made from death gods uniforms. She picked it all up and to the bathroom. She has the sword at hand still. It's belt in the bathroom already. The layout of makeup and ordered in how to put it on. She worries more in the clothing. Wearing it correctly then makeup order.

"Liz." She hear softly knocked of the bathroom door. Her mother partly entered in checking regardless of reply. A habit with history, she been found passed out or vomiting before. Unable to reply when she needed to. Gladly it's the sheer deep focused she is having with the belt looping in the under dress. She has all this gear to wear hidden. Her mother smiles why her daughter takes in the dyslexic manner of puttjng things on. The belt already twisted. She enters giving her daughter the hand needed. Even with makeup. The women smile and laugh, it's nice to relax a little.

"It hurts that your gone." She softly muttered to her mom, "Even now. Why did you go?"

"It hurts because you love us with all your heart. It hurts because we helped made you understand the world most from what we taught you. It is a pain that will never go away but will make you stronger. We are gone physically but it doesn't mean we are gone gone." Softly cold hand lifted her daughters chin, tears wobble a little and a soft hug in understanding this pain, "Be we never left you. I want you to not forget the memories that made you who you are. Good. Bad. Even the septal changes. We are still alive, those memories are our bond by soul reaching to you. It doesn't matter where and when."

A strong bear hug... the finished touches of getting the over layers of veils on. Extra gloves. The last hair adjustments. Softly hands on shoulders as she looks at her lonely reflection. Her mother is only here by spirit, held no image in a living realm mirror. At least she was distractedly beautiful, she aged into a woman that over casted her mother's youth.

"How do you forgive someone you fallen for?" She asked her mother.

"You just do. It doesn't matter if it is the right or wrong thing. Human hearts take over such a choice. I hope whomever they are, man or woman. They make you happy." She said this before many a time. It still nice that she hasn't changed after death.

"I can't help but feel at peace around them. Like they drive away all the pain, screams and misery. Such strong shoulders that would undertake the suffering of the souls I carried alone all this time. I can't be mad at them when I should be. I just wish to melt away." Her mother chuckled at how deep in love this little woman found herself in. Soft pats in reminder of needing to get going. Exits the bathroom by ignoring the solid form of a wood door. Liz can't ignore the wood solid door in such manners. She wears her most comfortable shoes hidden by the dress's length. It is only for travel, once she arrived at the place more appropriate heels will be put on.

"How would you like to be addressed?" Her escort had taken no hint of her disappointment. There seems a depth about levels of disappointment here. She keeps hoping he look her in the face but still he has not. Hat still at chest and head down for waiting. As per always is the cold murderous air about him and the depth of monotone that benefits a undertaker with a curse. She has always been so attracted to this cold, subconsciously steps closer before even having a reply. She has closed this gap where it's barely breached his personal space. She had to give up seeking his eyes, looking about the uniform and chains he wears. The duty to the undertaker monarch burdens his shoulders heavier today, like this job held him down from running away. She would have to touch those chains to get rid of them but she doesn't want to interfere with the purpose of these chains. Her hand softly lifted at this simply wish to ease things. She used it to instead pose that she was thinking about it.

"Miss Luna or Fallown." She answered the question. She tucked her hands close to her and waited for him. Such a soft shivered hand presented from him, left hand. She gave her left hand in shake.

"It is time." Leading the way is the demon and archangel. That flight feather is a fancy decoration in her headdressing. It's the same length of her hair which poked past the veil cloth on her back. It appears as her braided tail with many beads and charms threaded among the loop of braid. Her parents behind her in staring at her back, watching her shadow acting in mysterious forms. In leaving the room, her afterimage was wrapped inside her dress layers, severing further connections with the living lands. Upon reaching the beach, her face was now a porcelain mimickary of slow pained expression. Automatic as it was natural to her, she walked with inhuman grace and meditation breathing pattern. She doesn't doubt or fear the crossing over. Striding through all the way without assistance. She does this at such amazing job of crossing and making it to the other side. She had only then collapsed full force. Captured just in time by her escort, and like a professional that done this to many times of collapsed people at his hand. He lifted her with grace. Carried her for so much a ways onwards.

"I know your struggling." Her mother provided a wheelchair and Curiosity softly placed her in that chair. He holds his stomach abnormally as if that was the problem. His lack of spinal cord and fragile clay body taking the brunt of active law force. He barely stands up again and pushes the wheelchair, "You two are still somehow linked. Your wellbeing has seemed to reflected my daughter." A mother knows, "You better look after her correctly. We of the Fallown will chase you down again as we had before." He stopped deadened of such a terrible reminder or that he doesn't remember. Equally the hostility was out of place for him, not sure why it is him and not undertakers as a whole. The mother makes her gesture and he forced himself to keep task. He can't shake away the stare of a protective father. The only way it eased is a wordless right hand to right hand shake. No needed words. The two men know exactly what that was. Yet Curiosity can't find it to sit right for himself, the targeting him alone thing. She should be mad at all undertakers and she been clear of disliking him the most. Whatever is going on, he lets it fade behind as he needed to care more with looking after the guest.

"Only high rankers can cross over." Blocking many monsters and most of those that followed her. Eerily she seems more awaken and aware for arriving this close to agreed realm of truce. She stood up from the wheelchair without assistance and she makes no look back behind her when she pasted the threshold. Turly freaking many worried for her welling being. Curiosity jolted at shock of being left behind past the guard like this, having to show ID to prove his crossing. But these guards didn't bat any eyes of her crossing.

"Let the poor undertaker do his job. He is meant to escort me to where I am to go." They gave back Curiosity's ID and at her vouch - let's him. Turning a dew heads of those whom failed so far. She waited for Curiosity's pace to catch up and together they move around to the hallways of angelic lower court matters. Mostly a place for renewing licenses for non-angel races. The upgrades this place passed since the war truce makes a big difference in modernizing things. The computer system itself is still the outdated one. She literally has error panel in her way if not dismissed by hand wave. At least this place is a functional sigil hunter gear rankers area. Complete with realm machines that measured stuff. She can't stop herself walking around admiring antiques working as if brand new. She dares not touch them in fear of breaking them. Sleek white is the theme here. Even the cloth cloak uniforms at the counter staff was trimmed of fancy silver. Her eyes stop short from a information broker counter, particularly of how empty the creatures catalogs were. She could be weeping at the small amount there is.

"I need the highest ranker right here." She pretends to ignore the request even as a crystal prop up shined at her with disappointment. Curiosity nosy and good at his job gathered what her can while lingering about such high ranking hunters in this known corner of the realms.

"There seems to be a cog ranker among us." She made a big huff at the dip of attitudes this changed in all folks. All of them seem alert and afraid of this fact. Curiosity quickly gets to her back and looked around paranoid as they did.

"Ugh, this is so annoying." She smacked the panel away from her, "It's not my fault that you created a pyramid system that defaults in the presence of God rank and higher." She rolled her left hand as she spoke which flared even more attitude, "Can't you fix it? I hate public relationships." She had no particular direction of where or who she meant. Whatever it was only made her cross her arms and stomp over to the business counter. There seems a issue with the guild trying to purchase an unknown corpse of unknown origin. She didn't even need to look long at what the corpse is and why their was a system flag up. She dealt with the spirit soul snatchers of many shape and sizes. This one wasn't anything special on the surface. Rather it was the dangerous additional inside the corpse before them. She cared no word at all when she just started flying it like normal meat. The horrific looks of no one stopping her. She tickles a spot here and there. Out came the parasite that is the actual cause of rank pop up. With way to much experience bottled and began labeling it. Time sealed it as the specimen that it is. Her nonchalant way of writing out memorized time stopping runic god patterns with a sharpie from the living realm. It was the meer accidental finding of the trench she is. She caps the lid and leans peering about the dead flayed open about the counter, tracing out the health it was before death.

"Look at that." She uses a knife tip to poke the rib, "The spirit fish are like the living world ones. Vertebrates with mutations. It clearly had a mutual benefit of having the tape worm. I have to say though, any larger and the tape work would have struggled. You lot got to the fish before it had tape worm brain creamed it." She makes a neat chop in a very particular angle and flops a portion in revealing for her next part, "It is both genders of male and female. No eggs. But that means this meat going to be a big penny. I am sure a sea goddess or god will loved this poisonous delicious addition to thier table." She stuck the knife through the table, "Sushi style for that fresh expensive taste. Personally like them grilled in camp fire with a squeeze of citrus." A strong nod at finishing her insight and pats a strangers shoulder for the guy who caught it.

"What about the worm?" She stops softly.

"Fish bait or maybe just a way to starve information out of someone. Not a pleasant experience." She moved well away as things sink in. Given her words, the sigil system gave approval for the trade, meaning she was exactly what they needed. Softly things ran as it was before she came. There still many confused folks that are on edge if a cog ranker should be present.