"I doubt that your plan to toss him throw many worlds is going to be enough to undo the damage of dagger wounds." Sean stared to the mad man. A man fool whom holds the soul jar of soul sand. There was something other then soul in that jar of shook around a bit. He gazed to it with gentle twists of looking about the contents.
"We are not going to be beable to reverse the damages of a god slayer weapon. It to annoying to do with a messy soul like his... it too overdose." Even spread of lips making no chooses if it were smile or frown at such idea, "We however could make the many laws work for him... wake him back up into a mock living state. Not to sure the consequences are."
"Can't we just take him to another realm for him to reverse the wounds?" the pout with that being unwise is apparent, "This isn't his first time stabbed with a god slayers weapon." On thinking about things, "I have a lot questions that your not going to answer."
Playing with my core shapes, influence of energy making me adapt and alter. This energy stops messing me about and the container is opened. As mock liquid to be poured, content back in the living shell. A shell that has been altered under knife, stomach and organs that were no use were replaced. Replaced with organs that were mine before. Organs from many other of my other forms of self. I mostly could sense what parts are from which whisper. The skins of clothing were not just that of damned but as a slayer and a fear.
"Give him some moments..." That were being hopeful, that with nearly flipping out. A torn doorway from the voidspace makes path for my mysterious guardian of the edge of space existence. Large only enough for the hand to pull through and pick up the toy solider of my shell... slip back out of existence. Ink alone left Mark to seek what this form is up to.
"No wonder you seem so loud... when you are here of places." Ink was simply a speck of mass that alters between solid and liquid upon contact with things around itself. The mask plate of a face lead where movement was leading towards. The little token of a flesh body corpse felt as if someone shaped cold jello from the fridge onto the plan. Any little move of breath makes the little shell wiggle about across the clawed hand.
"So quiet..." the mass of goop makes it to hover eye level, "But you are now complete."
"So deaf... and still so blind. Maybe for your own sanity that you make that choose." Narrowing deeply with the mask goop. Another claw hand at reach to touch it too, the mass of vaper with emotive feelings attached, "This is how you left me, asked of me to help you protect the many." there is a sense that now this mass force carries the mask and the shell... walking the void territory at ease. Scared away the things that are not at all a problem to deal by claws. Seeping around the vast void... there should be nothing here. Here they are, marching the space as dutifully as the royal guards men of Buckingham Palace.
"I want you around for the death of the the current royals. You would make it all smoother. Its about to be a crash of timeline events... things that will break away timelines away from our own. Threads are about to be spilt... soul folks are going to loose the to much they had. A magical collapse of the island that was never to be." The mask pleads in hung pool at the centre of the palm.
"Is that so? This makes things easier for many whom are anxious to see timelines away from here." The stop with looking outwards... away from order, peering to the endless chaos of clashing zones, "War is about to break among Enders... with the chaos of breaking law souls." Goop of inks tilts the way I do, "anarchy is about to toll is mark in history of so many of us."
There is long purr of long thoughts that cycled... The vibration had ink shrink in smaller shape and the pull away of some folks whom thought hiding was enough. A brave idiot came out with weapons, poked without any restraints. I give my lungs a good clear, screeching this void smooth of all values. The dropped folks dragged to there side of order or chaos, both at pose to take me on.
"I see no foot out of place of this area division." My flavoured in colourful commentary many faces of religious texts that speaks of such coming war. Sneering demons and angels against each other... gods and eldritch ancient souls. Choas verse Order. Playful in mocking any bet placing of which scale wins for what realms. The point of the distraction of fancy words was to borrow some items these two side brings together, mythical artifacts that made warfare a scary place. The clash began without further delays, making it the opportunity to sneak into realms not accessible otherwise.
"Where is this?" Ink hovers in looking at the statues of gods feasting at a table. A moment of still time where little seems give any indication of purpose. What had been a corpse walks a gentleman, a boy whom grown up.
The scars of fragement time showing, both eyes were replacements. The damned mask a glue together with dragons blood. A broken jaw that didn't fit the face. A create imitating human image. Clothing were skin folds. The internal structuring would suit for a creature that can't exist in normal time, a reptile corpse walker. Things that hung about Twilight's time, she spoken to one before.
"They will be aware soon... and soon disaster is about to break through. Forgetful that they been fighting this a long time." The tail whips in a loud crackle, making all cringe within, "Good luck... I will fish you unlucky fools from the guts later." A quick steal of some food and with no care at all. The finest pointed claws callors the inky fool to follow behind.
"I never thought I see the day someone would drag the end of existence like a comfort blanket." The follow was claw poked... the curl at the floor struggling for a well. Healers around to aid them.
Ease to flitter between veil sights, to be ignored as some passing random among crowds of cultures that see nothing in common with the others values. The further away from the voids and lost realms, the more the body adapts with existing adapting notes.
Eyes that matched each other, skin soothed and clothed. Human shaping. To breath again for now... walking out of dream corridor gate. Stepping the streets of living people and get tangled among many faces. Out of reach being totally destroyed by gods. A palm dancing a wall surface with spell casting through the society's of mages.
War here started with the poor man's riots. Mobs purging nobility from fancy houses. Magic means nothing to a mob whom lay their life for other mob member to follow. The cathedral of colour was pull brick by brick. Graves torn up and stones shattered. The royal Palace was totally flattened. The Queen stood with a barrier magic protecting her timelines existence. The king and his brother had both slaughtered each other but continued fighting in ghost shapes. The floor was breaking, sinking like Atlantis. Many gates of other world have collapse and torn away.
Ink picks up some ton of random stuff... makes recored of notes. Simply stood back watching everything. Sean has a whole team of Reaper folks collecting through rubble. I stood watching the outcome of where souls were taking to with layers of reality.
The area a blurring of layers. That was there for one timeline and isn't for another. Windows of building floating on walls that didn't stand anymore. Side affect of soul taking chances with where they wish to be. The mashing of enders tussling about the mess, a area erasing the parts at a time. The floor giving way to sea, no energy here to keep it together anymore. All the knots of reality fraying in single hairs and souls were scattered every which way.
I recall little of what the outcome that could have been. Only that my lungs full of water and I vomited across the floor. Instinct in sitting up and crawling away from water waves. Spirits of many island people watch the fall of what was their home. Suvivors clinging to sandy ground weakly looking back to the voided disaster behind.
"The collapse of energy was predicted." A bird man to lower himself to my eye level, "Arent you meant to be dead?" I struggle with breathing. The sand is itch across my skin, clung to the wet clothing that bundles me, "Thank you for making the effort behind the backs... Because of you and the other servants of the Palace. We avoided need of public knowledge to ship as many on boats as possible. Settle families whom were willing to start again."
I sit with leaning back to watch what other folks were waiting for... the crash of water.
The second we all knew that the land was fish territory now. Only the disbelievers and stubborn to leave had watery Graves. The splendor of noble mansions and cathedral of colour stained window along with it. The laws that divide. The monarchy blood whom failed to be the power control over greed.
A foil sheet slides around my shoulders, many emergency and rescue volunteers. Confused people that don't know anything. All swept up by news crews reporting a uncomfortable situation unfolding. That a seismic earth quack in the area has washed many confused and injured folks. Missing poeple from cold cases appearing among many.
"OK... your turn. Because none of them speak English." A torch across my eyes and pulse, "OK... your looking alright. Do you feel any pain? Can you remember your name?" Attempts to give me some time to process.
"I do... hurt. here." Showing where and they quick acting. A radio cued with me being able to answer things. The more they cut clothing the worse the spread of fatal injuries are clear, "Sink... the ground sunk." I say. This was what little they did get from those whom were trying to speak back.
"I am so glad you understand me." They sigh with helping me. I peer up to the omen follower, another spirit that can't interact with living. I look back to looking around the beach side. Bodies moved with face covered... So many.
"What do you remember? do you have a name?" They keep me focused to just them... maybe not to feel helpless on a natural disaster.
"The island we lived on was nice. Its gone in the sink hole..." I looked out the water from here, "So many lives are gone now. That last crash was the water that swallowed them. I beleive so many are to shocked to make sense of it. Must be the punishment of gods." I am forced to lay down on a board... lifted properly. Straps and hold me still, "There was rules about living there. Like not sharing you name with people off the island. Get rid of any identity you were away from it. Community living. I don't have a name out here." I ranted... regression of my age returning. That of what time was moving onwards to. The person whom was my rescue looks worried, "My name is James."
The ones whom survived the water and the disaster were all cued in half a building that should be some sort school gym or hall. They have emergency doctors running around working to save and stabilize the bad ones. I was one the bad ones whom stays sane. I do what I can with answering questions.
The other survived ones too, answering what happened and how they came to be. A obvious answer with me is that I was someone child... yet I have lost both parents. There is no way to trace my history if I or they never left before.
Some whom originally from enslavement trade had best put it as a cult island that been under the radar and away from civilization. A nation of pirates. There was some whom looked for the place willingly, became part of the nation to get rid of the bad past. Those whom knew nothing else of the outside. Those from the outside that wanted the lack technology dependency. The run aways whom left home on bad terms, however long ago it was. So many stories that were being fleshed out on show to other people.
Anything that had to do with magic was gone from everyone's mind. Explained like a person whom was never educated in basic science. The most interesting thing was how easy it were to find share of religion. That religions of many varieties was shared with the community of islanders - that thrives with finding shared communication by holy text verse sharing.
"OK, James. Can you draw? Will you draw us something?" A biro pen and pad of paper. We do shared basic things, test that my grasp of English has no faults. In turn they could also gather my educational background. It is easy at first with normal objects like book, bottle and food. It were the church that really impressed and confused. My attempts to replica windows and golem protectors. They asked whom was in charge by drawing... which had many details. I included the king, queen, the nobility voters and the church own internal system.
"OK... so you had a government on the island. You never seeked any aid or made the rest of the world aware." This was nice until now, "What exactly is you place?" asking with pointing about the picture I used to ask about whom in charge. So I added more layering details and took it slow. The lower ranking of society, the lacked of skills sorts. I do will to explain my place as a trained servant. That worried look at me, "No family among the noble people."
"The skills matter. Noble looked after skilled sets. Basic by territory." nods a lot with getting it, "I had belonged no where but I were good at helping others. I help and I am given food, clothing and warm place. Work hard and learn, did good things." There is that look I often disliked, that pity. If I were more damned, it taste of sweetened peanut butter cookies. Not a bad flavour just is always with pity was other emotions. More complicated with stronger flavours that never mixed well.
"Rest for a little while as things are being sorted." I have a bowed nod, habit really. The investigator away to do other things. Many people will be added along this emergency ward, many more people that don't know anything.
So many lay across the ward, most touch and go. I was among the most watched with many internal medical issues. The pass of finding me alive being a miracle, a fighter for life they say. She normally hates me. The folks whom took the warnings ahead of the the event to leave started showing up around here... collecting family members.
The few whom were lightly scratched were allowed to leave with those that had known house address. There still many whom grieved with loss... making it for a last goodbye. It was hard sitting here in a ward area with so much heart ache.
The meal provided was filling and warm. Things settled better during the mid evening. Less people flooding in for care. The occasional passing nurse making pause and blood checks. There wasn't any police or investigators poking business this late. The dream creature walked around, they were nice things that made it interesting to watch. I couldn't sleep and I knew I wasn't sleeping. The dead gather a crowd around the fair back, speaking to a few grim reapers. Not anyone I would bother talking towards.
"Kid." I peer about with looking for whom called out like that, looking up at a fear manifestation on the ceiling. A spider, rather common. Well... no. This fella has many strange cave art like markings along legs and back, "Cool... so you can see. Want to do something cool with me?" I am not a idiot. I have seen how deadly harmless jokes can be. Like most gods, they need a mediator human to enact certain things.
They need that medium to work miracle magic correctly like magic being the thread through a needle eye of living realm. Hard to thread without a human guide but could work well without a human with practice. It depends on how solitary the gods are in human awareness.
"Nurse..." I gently called someone over, "There a strange hissing sound other there." She pauses in listening out too. Finding a nearby oxygen canister still open without a person using it. She sorts it out very quickly. The fella on the ceiling was gone, muttered to itself. She doesn't come back this way for the rest of the night. I guess I am glad I didn't need help for anything else. I do attempt to sleep... forcing into a light rest as I watched for the day to turn about around.
Moving day, the rolled critical folks like me into ambulance vans. A vast majority were to the register office with ID being made, those well enough for not extra care and had families and friends. The person that found me that day has chosen to keep an eye on me, making themselves my emergency contact. They rode the Ambulance with me, watching my reactions to watching the passing roads.
The light curiosity to watch what strange things walked among people. I noted what sort of place this country or at least this local area has to offer. It didn't take much for me to realize this country.
It were these small cars, quilted square patch fields and sprawling small little hamlets and towns. Buses and public people that walk everywhere then drive. every nook and road was a community of its own accents and diversity. Some neat rich money areas and other loaf cut terrace houses for the bread liner. The grade listed history etched stone works beside modern quick builds that suited some other world at times (the assuming clean lines is modern architecture at best). It were mostly relaxing to stare out such landscapes, be to lost with thinking about what layers of time it took to make it so recognizing.
"How old are you?" I tilt with looking at one last passing phone box before peering to my left.
"I didn't really care to count. I never liked birthdays." I see that pout, "14." I stare back to the window, "I liked December and October holidays." They were happy at least with that sort of answer. They brought the notebook of drawings I did when I was entered.
"You are a amazing artist and the way you see the world is very beautiful." They flicked through my drawing with looking at them closer, "What was this one they asked about?" I turn to lean to look with them.
"Oh, I was bored when they finished asking. No one really took the pad away. I draw things to pass the time." They looked through more since there is more. Each drawing was a changed art style, conveying the mood of the subjects within the art frame. Things I had recollection about the island or from my other forms of lifetimes. The things I knew from the beyond worlds away from humanity and life. It could be mistake for active imagination.
"Do you have a preferred art style and subject?"
"No really." I think about it, "But if I did choose. I would make art that held meaningful purpose. All of them in there could be that sort of way to me. I like making light of dark times, changing perspectives. What is normally a horrible thing... made into something stronger and positive." I smile to myself, "Showing that fear can be strange way of beauty and strength."
"Very mature way of thinking."
"A lot of people say that about me. I am to strange for whatever they call being normal." They hummed a little in looking more into the art. They tilt it another way, seeing how it changed it all. They took a phone out with taking a photo of the picture, typing stuff to someone.
I look within the ambulance of the visitors... beyond sort of types. Nosy folks with looking at everyone else here. One them with taking out a drink and sipping it. I look to how the heart rate was falling for someone in a wheel chair. The crew is quick to act on it, stabilizing the fall and keeping them awake. They are first rushed to get them out, they had the rush of this inner car crew over them.
Some smaller set of staff had me carted to a watching ward, the person that asked me about my drawings staying with me the whole time. A few seconds of them switching the phone off, since signal was cut here. They sit back calmly, looking at my sketching and asking random things about it.
It wasn't long for peace, I were sorted with needles and scans. They had me under for a emergency surgery for something. I was so off from the medication they were using to clear out my stomach. Back to a third and fourth surgery. It were a blur of motions really.
Lucky to be alive, they say.