Pouring spirit and wipe down

The waiting and gathering area is full of all sorts of people. She chooses to stand here waiting while Curiosity flutters between counters for his business affairs. She had nothing to give and nothing to take from here. Rather she simply places a selection of graded liquids and waited for someone to bother asking her about them. She has barrels of wines, beers, ales, and even god-grown ciders. Her oldest off-universe reptile is no longer in the pub business and traded materials for more materials. The hope is that a passing drinker or merchant will take an interest. Even then, she was going to do this trading stuff right. So she doubts it will be gone.

"You happen to have something for a holy divine type to drink?" She was unbothered by the looks or what illusion is a game here. Before her is a man with a face grated off, his eye neatly popping g out the socket and his clothes were torn rag stripes. At least this is the illusion, he smells clean and his manners aren't fitting. His nails aren't in keeping of the illusion. The olive oil bathing and tanned skin. Silver tacked belts are barely visible. So a sort of half god or demigod. These golks will take your hand in marriage if you don't pay attention to finer details. Even Zeus is a womanizer, but we can label this as a negative thing. Having many ladies is a symbol of how strong you are to protect or earn thier love. It's not acceptable in modern culture but this is the realms of God's.

"I have holy waters from most realms of divine blessing. I have some nectar of angels. I don't know if you care for anything higher than that. God drinks are weird." The stranger shrugs and stands across, "You seem hurt... I don't know what type of pain that is. But folks like me can tell." She moved her veil in using the shadow. Her hand dove in and back out holding an unlabeled bottle. She brought out two very fancy crystal-grown cups. She poured for both and she sips her cup in show of being good-willed, "They say drinking alone is a bad habit. It doesn't matter if you stood in a crowd or at the bar counter." She click the glasses when this stranger finally took up the glass. They also sip it and stare in soft bewildering expressions. She puts the bottle away, "In the bar business, if you are a god rank or higher. The bar tends to buy more from you than you can drink it. It's thanks to this rule that little folks like angels and demons can enjoy the same wines as gods do. A very expensive treat." She swirls it about in muttering this little thing. They softly made that agreeing sound, "I am glad you are feeling better now. It makes me feel better that even the littlest of pain from those around me is eased." She tilts, "You must work near or around a layer of hell. Burnt so badly, the middle strata. Must be tough to hear their souls or are you gifted to be deaf?" She was done inspecting them for now and sighed, "We are lucky folks and have it good."

"What is worse? Being a spirit that can't be among the living yet doomed a fate to exist there or a god without followers." She gives this question thought while there is the approach of someone else. A mute trade and it was nothing exciting. But they seemed to come away happy at least. She finally posed her left finger in knowing a reply.

"Having a soul and it being taken from you or having no soul at all and then stealing fragments of them?" They jotted perplexed by this concept, "Both will go to pass on with a complete soul, they will have felt and lived a few experiences. Both will know the depth of love, hate and sorrow. Shook hands with freinds and enemies. Even if they don't see it, hindsight they will had look back pleased. Wouldn't change it if given the chance to try again." She opens her left hand and presented is an object of strange energy, "However those two have such connections and had their names written into the the tomes. Their chooses helped wave fate, time and reality. They grounded laws without even realizing they do." She closed her hand and smashed the object. She pours the black sand at the table, "What if you are a soul who was denied name into the tome? You aren't allowed to exist. You will have no soul. No life or death. You will not feel. You will have no experiences. You don't have love, sorrow or hate. You look upon those that act strange and do strange. You're first ever emotional state is envy." She softly pouches the black dust and leaned holding her glass forward, "Mark my word, this reality look delicious and them wolf eyes are stood right at your shoulder already. Where once these was boundaries of dreams that cushions the gap of veils. These dream places are now gone... erased. What stops them teeth from biting is sheer stupidity, ignorance and denial of both sides." She lowered, "It doesn't matter if we were gods of this universe or scrapping it at the lowest strata of hell. I argue that the highest top of heaven is no different to hell. But we are names waven in creation and bound by our own laws of ignorance. When you stop looking with your eyes and feel them staring at you. Foamy mouths and envy green eyes. You considered yourself to be more fortunate then that poor thing. That thing has no labels, no laws and no abilities to understand the enjoyment you got." She puts her cup down and hiccups, "Ugh... this is why I don't drink this stuff. I rip people new ears and lay down the way I see things."

The fellow drinker had finished his drink now and was in deep thoughts. Lost vacant eyes. She poured a different drink and made them refocus with her.

"What rank are you?" Asking gentle like it was a careful secret.

"There is no hiding the scars." She hiccups slightly. She posed in giving herself a moment to settle and Curiosity took her drink away from her, "I am dual ranking. Triple if you care to wonder possibilities. In this existence I am both an outsider and A cog ranker." She hiccups in pause again. She pats her chest and continued, "I am the keeper of cog ranker tome, dealing in the lives of souls of such ranks. Trusted because there is no one else stronger and more broken than me. But this universe rejected my soul, exiled from this existence for a time. My soul had been everywhere, I crawled through all the loop holes I could to get back the existence I have now. I was once the envy eyes over shoulders of many a soul. We could never met eyes or touch skins. The frustration I gained of hardships that no one will beleive me." She takes back her cup, "You aren't going to steal my cups." She made clear, "I do wonder sometimes how this universe is still functioning. But I grown to no ask these things and enjoy the ignorance I can have. Go meat hunting of the things you can't see or touch."

'The speaker of turth painted as a lies.' is the title she gained from her speech. Looking at the semi-sentient crystal computer system of sigil.

"It's about the 937 time you gave me this title. Doesn't such a task get dull?" She sighed with moving the panel away from her, "Sheesh, such a nosy eavesdropper." The sheer watching of her hand push the panel away like it nothing. The quality check of the stone-grown cup that is a perfect mock of one that humans would buy as glass for cheap. The looking of the drinks around the table, the conditions of care put to all these bottles. The runic spell pattern in sharpie pen. She gets herself collected back together, puts away the merchandise and softly took back her cups. She gives herself a little pampered moment and gently follows wherever Curiosity was directing her.

Through a side curtain into a private area. She lets whatever or whoever it was at the table be as they are. She knows not to ask names and it didn't matter of ranking.

This room was brighter lighting and there were beings around here that controlled the rooms conditions. She observed that there was family members of the Seer types in bow before a single person. Yet out of everything about this room, the moment she was in here - she had her own agenda of hidden others. She directly cuts path to make warm welcome to the lovely floating pair of hands, these hands are of the goddess of Summons. She was fussed about by the goddess and patience of allowing the touchy goddess to do whatever. The goddess twisted her about for a little while, showing how gestures to use around these parts. And what better practice was to achieve using it here and now. With a little help, the long waves and finger points ended with a warm clapping of other hands. Summons has her siblings around here.

"Should a mortal be using those gestures?" Bringing about a pondering tone from the guy being worshipped by Seers.

"Should a god be able to see those that committed transgressions against the order of laws?" She certainly made the being loose tongue. Like she took away any sort of fight in the guy, "That is of course if their sin is actually by your command, in turn meaning you are the one to bare those sins. They are still going to suffer if you try to protect them or not." She high fives summons for such quip. Summons can't help herself in singing praises. Making the uncomfortable experience of many realizing those hands aren't some sick joke by the Silverstone Empire.

"What is about this particular girl that has you so attached?" The Silverstone leader asked in having known all along about the hands.

"I sacrificed many hands from many worlds to the great universal goddess. True to her title and a cog ranker among top true title gods. We women share this common dual rankings. She is as much a victim and survivor as I am. You're soul is to young to grasp this depth." She is softly being posed about by the goddess. In the end, scooped up and seated into a chair.

"Do you like being treated like a doll?" Pondering the depth of more additional charms being sewn on her dress.

"Do you like to pretend to be a kingdom of different souls when in truth you are a only single soul of many bodies?" She fired back. The Seers stood and hissed at her, "Shut up little people. You're to small to not even feed a single one of the many mouths I have to deal with." The threat of weapons is lowered. As intervention of reminder of truce grounds.

"Miss Fallown, I must ask since we are on topic of things that don't matter much in a larger picture." The undertaker monarch came through and sits down finally, "Why did you seal my hand in a crystal panel box?"

"I had many reasons why. There is many beings that seek your power, title and command over undertakers. Removed as it may, there is still legal loopholes where someone could use your right hand without permission. I am guilty of such a thing myself, the tome insisted that I finished writting some name in the pages with your hand. Thus technically you wrote it." She sees that he is taking that bit calmly, "I didn't want someone that could ruin the tome pages use you as a legal excuse for breaking stuff. To many of us cog rankers have stuff to do. Delays or problems are just a hindrance. Especially since you were in the mid of writting a soul name inside the record of God realms. I care little for anything else for why you were doing that and what point it is to record the existence separated from the main realms."

"It was actually part of the request sent down by true title death. Something along the lines of balancing soul densities." The god follower of death is a living human and held discontent about being here at all.

"Another death follower and going by your gifts..." She claps, "He brought you back from dying. You smell as fresh as the hospital sheets." She made the death follower shiver, "Sorry about that. I can't help it. Habits die hard as human sayings go. A wasted attempt on a biker like you. You nearly died doing what you enjoy. You just have to continue cursing life or whoever has attachments to you."