Closing gaps

Upon arrival was in the middle of a UK city. Not a major one, but full of grade listed building. The remains of Normand settlement that slowly expanded and upgraded up until the medieval times. The occasional basement is Roman foundation which explains the straight cardinal road layout. The museum is connected to a university and specializes in archeological studies. The modern town is only with the market street of ground floor advertising windows.

"How best to blend the socials of living and dead?" She picked up her praise at her side, "See brother, most places are like this. Condense micro history gemstones. This one is over polished. I liked little places around the Derbyshire peak district or built up like York more. They have hidden history and breathing space. Unlike here where horse draw carriages are a squeeze." She tilts in loving the architecture at least. She can only leave it to her imagination of what age walked these brick roads and cubbles.

"At least the education system isn't a let down." Some huffed, but it certainly made belittling of her passion. She didn't even wait for someone to open the door. They were right outside the private entry into the castle made university. She turns away from there and got to fetching her own suit cases. She puts them into her shadow pocket. She uses the moment of the back boot open to adjust hair and head dressing. She made her adjustments of her clothing and accessories of plenty from all the walks of world's she protects. She made sure to be decorated as the statement of not being messed with. She slams the back closed and fiddles with a strip at her arms. She strides in front of the gate cue even with bypassing the priestess and Seer leader. She does actually qualify as a higher stand.

"Miss Fallown, is it not traditional of letting your elderly people first." She softly checked out this fool that is clearly a living relative of hers. She had nothing to say because she still by standard the elder here. Her soul lived and died many lifetimes. These lots... are clueless.

"Don't talk to one who upholds laws at the edge of time and space with belittling rudeness." A hunter of Sigil and one that knows thier stuff. Whom is very quick to indicate rules and pose an area of this universe greeting. She softly returned this as this is the custom. She made it with only her left hand.

"Most importantly, you didn't bring any god eater, have you? There are total chaos of such things." The hunter looked to her in earnest.

"The only ones left are my favorites. I think I ate the others." She spoke with her left hand, gesturing in comments about their outfit and dull human standings. It took a moment but the hunter snickered at that.

"Dull indeed. Please pardon that not everyone knows of you recent achievements. Time had shuffled erratically for many worlds." A bow and quick exit. Didn't sound finished like all of them dead do. She follows the crowds as there is purpose in directions. The occasional panic look from around her, assumed she was a death god with a veil like that. She knew the grounds because she been here in realm eclipsed space. This was the layout of the demon headmasters private house. She guessed that in a matter of time will he show up. Given she knows this place, she knows the pass codes for gates and can enter restricted spots.

"If it's who I think it is..." She opened the side door into this private room and slips in. She makes quick work of blending in, a drink to hand and standing as if part of a talking group. They are so into the political talks that she wasn't a bother. The rebuilding of undertakers, demons and Angel lands is the majority of the conversation. The occasional mention of broken monuments that she gestures gasps like the group does.

The real entry was opened with a demon in finery looking about confused. She used his secretary's door, he would know. She sips that strange drink and made some judgment of cocktail mix. She swaps the full glass with the empty one of the person beside her. They assumed a server swapped it.

"A guest warning for those that need to know. Lady Fallown, the lost living daughter of the line. She in this room. You will know her hunters title better as the dream curtain or keeper of broken pages. This is your warning." She sees a lot of folks adjusting themselves to be neater for her, "The current leaders of both fallown and Seer will be here shortly."

"They are just misfortunes humans." Tuts among her conversation party. It's a general idea of what the afterlife folks here think. The door opened of them from the car. No need to puppet a body, this castle in eclipsed grounds and has plenty of energy for living and dead alike.

"What is your opinion on what these leaders are trying to do?" The little folks around her asking between themselves.

"Likely to try to get the youngest direct blood to forfeit the inherited power to the tomes. If not that, at least they did want her to pick sides. But as it turns out, they are all underestimated just the condition this girl had been through, state of extreme situational cause and adaptive nature. Treating her by her living appearance was thier worst mistake." She spoke like they do and made bland strokes about how rude they are for not gesturing greeting. This makes the group around her pose agreeing to this theory.

"We came here for answers about missing realms... and these folks are the ones who should know."

"I doubt they know." She tilts looking to where a speaker came forward. Ring of a tap glass and turn of many heads or the gaze to fall this way.

"As traditional, we will now see access of the index." A bow and the current holder came forward. The brought it out and find it not willing to open. She snickered to this childish act, making one the few who are aware of the book sentient demands and is daring to laughed at it.

"Just what has you so afraid?" The holder asked looking around the room perplexed.

"Don't force the poor book if you know whats good for you." She shouted among the crowds using her mask to misdirect, "It cares not if the holder is a living or dead status. It will, in a childish fit, kill you." Her mask slips hidden again.

"Whomever that tome talker is, knows." The fella she traded drinking glasses with pointing the random direction of where her mask was. Stating that voice was on the wise and reasonable.

"There are many universes. Many different ways of law. This universe chooses to organize souls by category and the index is the most active changing book that it gained sentient ideas of itself. It continues to be a child in not fixing the problems." She shurgs with some small rudeness of the books condition, "So many straved energy areas that could be fixed with force soul densities. But no... no one cares." She changed gesturing for a more compelling notion of attacking the human assumptions of how things work. Her little conversation gang make compelling counters of such things and she turly does give them the deserve attention. She giggles like them for some passed joke about demons and angels. This was where someone stepped among them in blending into the way of things.

"Good greetings." She softly gesturing in welcoming the addition. The undertaker looked about each being of the group and makes his gesturing. He quickly welcomed by the rest. Moving talk of other monuments that suddenly been repaired but not by the alter of time.

"Boredem does strange things to folks." She taps Morse code in asking the undertaker what the king's guard was attending the party for.

"For a stranger, your very adapt talker." The guy beside swaps back for his original drink glass, "A hunter above rank will have something fancy." She posed a very humanly in being caught red handed with dancing hands. She had to go through her rules before making drinking trades. This was gladly accepted among the group and she brought out a bottle example.

"If you think it's drinkable, I got it." She tilts with putting the example away. As they each thought about what to test her on.

"What is a big trend sell for you?" The undertaker asked.

"Depends on the client, although average at the moment are some classic gems. If you don't care about where it's source than the blood market is open season. Harvest of such things has legal loopholes which makes for compelling story in a bottle." She crossed arms, "If you mean personally what I go for..." She tilts, "Not many bar staff make it right. Cocktail mixing is a losing art. The popular places I went to are now... executed." She sighed like a living does. This spooked some.

"Then you would happen to have something called devil vein." She tilted a long time at thinking this over. She does eventually remove a bottle of black glass.

"This stuff is light sensitive. This amount would clear this room." She placed that away, "But if you really want to clean a room out. You go for the stinky stuff. This works even on most god eaters." A pouch exchanged, "But i guess this isn't a drink." She puts away and swaps with a beer bottle, "The imps delight alone. It's brewery is found in some depth of hell. Stealing the grapes used for wine making."

"I like this game." The being beside her nods, "What's a drink that death would like?"

"Tea mostly." She shrugs, "It's more important that you partner the tea with a book. The knowledge makes for more flavor." That made them pose confused for a little while and lower again. A sudden jolt of direction. Bringing to someone else to make a suggestion of drink. She swaps bottle for a little vile and they nod impressed of this. They made a quick coin exchange for the vile. She pockets the coinage and shuffle of thise turn to gaze at her.

"I challenge you!" It was a random stranger pointing at anyone randomly. They laugh all full of themselves. She had to be certain of this being her duel. She lays down the rules at her terms, posing to shake at this. Laying down the law. They of course were not listening and smacking her hand. They made rude comments of low ranking suckers being easy to buffer up.

"Ranking huh..." Her voice over shadowed the arrogant act of this stranger, "I doubt you walked hell and back." She disarmed them then and there. She pulled them backwards since they stood all froze up like a possum. She lets them fall with only cradling their neck for impact in the last second. She stares deep into their eyes and let them drop as they gasped in finally reacting. She stands properly, "Instead of claiming this a duel. Call it a slaying of your social status. You are nothing more then a imp without claws." She returned back to the group she hung up with, "Reminding me. If quality god slayer poison is what you need, you need to work out what counter realm you want it from. It depends on who the targeting purpose of the poison. It doesn't need to be god slaying origin to do a better job." She softly posed with meaning she understood the political situation these folks were in and this bring up of poisoning was just a part of business. To poison a spirit of the afterlife wasn't to kill or get rid of them. Rather the side affects that poisoning causes would be used to take people in voted power downward and make excuse for replacement. Equally having immunity to particular common poisons makes you a potential candidate to raise ranking. These sort of games are what controls most areas of neutralized parties grounds. A ranking sigil members are already famous leaders for request or raid based events.

"A high ranker like you has some consistency in knowledge. We all agree as witness that you over powered the poor arrogant barron and put him back in his place. That no rank was changed." The pondering group is setting themselves at trying to figure her out and now she's the centre of attention for now. She lightly bows in thanking them as sworn loyal witnesses are needed if court happens.

There was a sort of tension between everyone as other people approached to be a part of the conversation. Especially those nosy Seer and cult dreamer Fallown. Many adapted into the family but have the powers. Many who were of blood but of weaker branches. Then there was the dead folks of both families, making their appeals to be better standing among the other realms.

"The lost daughter, huh." was the passive aggressive greeting or just the attempt for changing conversation for fair following. She tucked away many of her abnormalities in the sake of blending in. She closed her thoughts to vague words that simmered unimpressed of conversation.

"What ranking is she exactly?" The drinker besider her ponders.

"Dual ranking." She replies smoothly in letting her more human vocal side seep, "It's nothing personal. Being a book keeper is just what the bloodline should be. In term of what segments that a keeper carries doesn't concern the average guild post. Rather be considered of the soul status. That's an important factor in what languages you are allowed to speak to strangers, especially above A ranking, demigod and half mythologies. Of course I am using human term with a human clueless dolt among us." She posed her left hand in returning the sting at the invader of her conversation, "There is no dictionaries in 18 death languages."

"Impressive." The undertaker claps to attention, "Mr Douglas Fallown, you should've been more cautious in approach. You didn't even gesture greeting. Such things matter the higher you look up. Even gods like praise."

"And don't smile with you teeth showing. It's a guaranteed way to loose limbs or your head from your neck. Instinctive notions for those whom do not understand laws. Teeth bare is ill manners and will be replied as such." She further adds, "It however makes for a easy way to know what race of creature you are attempting conversation or attack of. The higher smart ones will bad mouth you."

"That's instead of removing my head?" A guest asked.

"Oh yeah. Twilight will hiss with spit. Ragnar pokes you through the guts. I think the more interesting folks tend to shuffle about uncomfortable, do something distracting and run face frist into a wall. Quite hilarious. They tended to be so scared that they wake up staring at the ceiling forgetting they are considerably lucky."

This mini story was just a vocal distraction as she spoke with gesturing her hands. The sort of laying out dirty laundry to the folks around her about the sort of things that both side of the family are trying to hide from each other. This made for compelling counters of what each guest around her thought of such things. Some likening the kill them all deal and others making concerned expression of why she was vocal of such things. That she seems unaffected from spreading the dirt around. She is just using it to take away any wishes to make things personal for her. To make the spirits make stabs of both her family sides and not be directed at full strength against her.

"Who is twilight?" The arrogant Douglas Fallown frowns.

"Does it matter?" She counters, "I was just saying that smiling at beings is rude. It is as rude as not gesturing greeting. Such Norm is a need for survival both alive and dead. You can only smile with those that trust and love you. Or a human. Humans are backwards."

"That is so accurate. They are backwards. Why curse folks if it makes the enemy stronger?" The others making quick flattery of such notions and were to afraid of asking her why she doesn't see herself as a human. But her words dress her up, her actions lead her why her rank so high and her abilities of awareness is so sensitive that small things in how they gesturing were how she knew what they were from. Picking up on the sort of dialect accents even if spoken in sign language.