"Well, I can't exactly tell you why we escaped from death and how. But we're alive. At the ice cream queen beside the family cemetery." Her brother talking to someone, his one chance call. She suspected mom being who he was talking to, but then he was talking about the demons. So more Grandpa or Grandma. She, at this point of time watched a car park into the general store across the road. She seen it before and she ducked to evade the man coming out of it. He always bought his smokes from there. The moment he was out of sight and that his car was taking the short cut from where they came from.
The next unbelievable thing happen. A wrong type of painted van slams in front. Two men exit the van with guns. She looked at her brother still on the call. Back to the van. She got up and crossed the road. She felt up the van that still running and it was just them. She opened the driver door and turned the engine off, key out. She carried the key with her as she walked in lowered. The gun fired but at the door. She creeps around the store. She to small for the guy with only a knife. But she strong enough to push the shelving over the knife guy. The crash of the shelving made the gun holder freak out and miss again. He still hasn't successfully killed the store assistant. Now that his freind under a heavy shelves and needed help the gun man. The gun man subconsciously puts the gun down and went to help. She rushed over, took the gun as they are distracted. She waved the store owner to follow her lead and they lock themselves into the back office. She sighed in release and now they called cops.
"I was never here." She left the gun at the desk, "A random by stander just took justice in her own hands." She climbs out the store from a window, "Keep well man. I hope your family appreciate your work." She left the van key here by the gun and slips out the window. She creeps past the plants and crossed the road. As she sat down, her brother noticed the police over there. He looked in dumbfounded that the commotion happened while he was on the phone. She acts to just now notice it.
"Damn it Eliza." She jolted in the voice calling her out, "You just changed history again." Riddle snarls and hissed, "The shop keeper meant to die." He glared at her and her brother acts protective of her from such a stranger. But once he took a moment to sense the aura. He eased, knowing it was someone he knew.
"Why are events happening out of order or was this because they weren't in order before?" She asked.
"Life doesn't have a set order. There some certainties but not in some fated order like you assume." Riddle hissed, "Why did you did you interrupt that?" Posed at the two men arrested for attempt murder and burglary. Previous attempts and cases of theft and trespassing. Two cold cases about to be turned over with thier dna. This is all work that the police will have to now need to investigate over other things and this disruption had impact to something that concerns the undertakers.
"There you are." Their Grandpa is here now too. He must have came with Riddle. Grandpa was in uniform for the police, gun on belt and assortment of accessories along. He crosses his arms looking down at the two children.
"The Seer sent someone to kill mom." Her brother passing the torn letter over, "And we are on the same kill order." Grandpa take the letter, skims through and tucked away. He sighed and looked across at the commotion. Riddle punched the table with getting her attention back.
"I am above your ranking. I don't need to tell you why and how." She pouted, "The shop keeper has a son and daughter our age. They are gifted too. Go to the same school as that starving demon headmaster." She scrunched up, "You send a message to the death god about the misplace souls repair is without payment. The next raven I will receive will be ate by my cat. So sending me mail is pointless." Riddle frowns at her darkly. He doesn't get it.
"Yeah." Her brother nervously agrees. He looked across of the police at work and her. Her hands with black peeled paint from the van over there. The two men arrested and the store man shaken up. Lost his voice.
Her grandpa picked her up by the arms and had her hands taken photo of. She was then sticking them on sticky paper. She taken to the back of her Grandpa's police car, she forced to tell the whole story. When he had radio about store footage and that she saved the store assistants life. Any charge of crime was dropped. All that could be accused was making a mess but she did it to subdued the knife holder.
The store man is only pressing charge on the two robbers. Not the police officer granddaughter, and all police friends that know grandpa can see the family resemblance. Praise her for saving lives. She saved more than one. There was three customers that hiding from the shooters shouting on entry, hid in the toilet until police arrived and been on the phone already.
The event had these three go have a fancy dinner at a nice restaurant. Enjoying the rest of her birthday stuff. Mom came to join them when she got off work and had a call from her father about the whole event. Another day for her.
Her shadow turned disinterest of life events, sitting in a waiting room among undertakers working thier buts off around the Seer event and the store robbery. It sits among the crowds, blending in and unassuming. She can still hear Riddle hassling her. Yet no one gets far as she soon back to being mute and disinterest of explaining herself. She enjoyed life before her and that took stronger hold then the many bring trying to take her attention. Once the story her brother relaid about the messed up birthday they were having at the Seer place and the corpses lining the house walls and the talk of blood sacrifice to a bunch of creepy books. Grandpa explained what those books are and why they are dangerous. The story cut up a lot as her mask was disturbed from watching around the undertakers.
"Nightmare armoured path walker. Why are you here?" This lady lives up to her nickname. She wears the uniform correctly. She speaks in commanding her words and demands attention. The lady even stomps and hissed in how she was about to be ignored, "Answer me!" The lady trying to posed as the bigger tough guy. Grapple the front, "What purpose do you have being here!" The deadlock of the undertakers hand joint meant there isn't any release of this hand until either break her hand or calms down. A undertaker nearby has the captian of the gaurd get off the nightmare being and take a deep breath of calm. It works for a short while. It's the express of frowning at the undertaker that tensed the woman back to launching to grapple the threat and demands to have this brought to a more safer location to be interrogated. Riddle having back from the living world frozen at this scene of his exliving sister spitting at a dark clothed stranger. The amused pout of dissatisfied onlook from the stranger.
"Now that your done asking my human side stupid questions." She stood and dusted off. Doesnt even give the captain a glance for attention. She steps around swiftly and circled around Riddle, "The next time you ask me stupid questions. I will send another one my many god eater to have a little chase among your coworkers." She threatened, "Do not disrupt fate of its course. I take krama at my own claws and savour the lasting fear. Even gods are quite amusing." She pushed poked him in the chest, "You know who I am, Riddle. You know what I can do." She purrs lightly in stepping away, "I hope you send mail to death on my behalf. Repairing souls is my duty. I can't turn away and ignore the pain and suffering of broken things." She waved that pages lifted into an orgimi gateway. She looked back of him taking out a weapon, "You an such amusing Ender." She taunts and he lowered at not being called that title often. He almost dropped the weapon as while others held tighter and shot forwards to make an attack. The blade never makes the distance. Tendrils of shadow held them still. Holding them on delicate joints. She exits the undertaker realm for some hell or something.
Walks about the landscape of blood red grass lands under a green tainted sky. The clouds whisp of blues. She summons up a Sigil panel that prompted about the local laws. The page gateway fell apart. Sleeping back into her storage. She walks about the land mass for a while, finding it to be an island in a purple water. There stuff swimming in purple water. She stays away from the black sand shore. Back into the islands mass for her to investigation of why here. She explored the place, harvest a few plants she knew from the message prompts. She worked out this was a pocket realm made to be some sort of relax escape for some god. The plants and creatures are food source. Its got hidden features like a wine cellar, which she traded a bunch of casket wines. She puts some the needed time to age in exchange of these ready to drink ones.
She finds interesting notes the owner left about his own discovery about the pocket realm. How there was more then he was ready for here. That there was entire ecosystem that was self perpetual move but stagnation of any evolution. He came across some horrible things that tried to kill him, making this place more hostile then dreamy escape.
The ashes of some these fights found all around, she wasn't the first invader but the only one that doesn't act like the others. She was cautious of sounds that spirits can't hear. She kept away from nests and doesn't hunt for sport. She finds unaccounted missing souls laying around from a pool of black. She scoops out the souls with claws and took this as the cue to accomplished tome request.
She doesn't steal any food from the black pool, just the souls it wasn't equipped to devour. She softly returned to the owners campsite and lit a fire as the sky was darker now. The whole place had a white out of mist through the so called night. She stays at the fire pit, keeping until the morning comes. The hot generated heat acted as barrier to the white out. The raised smoke will have brought attention.
The white mist drew back to the purple oceans as the green gleams brought and blue cast cloud was not in sight.
She stands to hearing a boat with a powered motor, that of two beings riding it. They circled this place thrice before landing. A pair of undertakers. She wasn't all to surprised, the papers around here had their manufacturing methods and the ink pens here were undertaker use. Quill with ink Wells. She eased down with smoking a meal she has from her storage. They approached in telepathic connect. A lot of hand wave but no lips moving. She doesn't mind. The food being hot enough, she settled eating while watching the flame. She care little of how they ignored her and striaght to investigate other things. They back around as she tossed stuff to burn in the flame, breaking down and melting the packaging. A bucket of sea water splashed hissing out the flame.
"Come on then." Posed in offering a ride on the boat. She shrugs and takes the offer. Sits not being in the way as they pushed the boat back out to the water. The white engulfed them and eventually in blind able crossed to blue waters and blue sky. The white mist evaporated away, a reality curtain closed now there wasn't souls present. They quickly land port to a busy area, this was the living world. They are in human bodies. The two hosts leave in great talk about having the secert whiskey from the pirate stash. The pair offered a doorways to the undertaker side. She waved them off and takes herself round this living worlds nearest church. It be here she released those souls she gathered. She sits among the pews.
Such peace to herself never lasts. She is taken by lady summons, tenderal of many hand grow underneath and took hold anyway they grasp. Pulling her shadow through reality curtains and passages made by the many arms of the goddess. On set of pew to some other set of pews. By divine action, she was spirit summoned to witness and take part in this court case. Depending the ranking levels, she could even be hired on the spot for evidence gathering or protecting court members. Her access to broken tomes could be valued use depending on the events lay down here. She takes one quick glance about who is among this gallery and then huffed. She make herself a little better presentable for formal setting. But not going out of her way. She cares little for what way the hammer will fall in her human life. Even if it mean her own death. She is not heartless, but realistic to there being no control over any judgement here.
The place is getting more and more beings. Her human side sitting at the front with her small close family. Her grandpa is stood at the defence table talking with the lawyers. It turns out they are the once being on the blame for something. Although it's rare that close family are ever in spirit courts. They always prefer human courts for more done legality over the unpredictable spirit court.
"Mistress." The leader of the court wolves came in bow of her. Bowing to her human side. She smiles and gestures that the mask will talk and it nods. It trots with tail of wagging disorder on everything around itself. She stands and lowered to be of equal level of the leader wolf. Petting it in greeting and thin lip smile unveils deeply between both of them.
"I know you are among them accuse. But we require a human way of hands." The wolf whimpers, "They are trying to use you in the way of our orders you gave us."
"Oh dear... I guess this means I must act not a human girl but as my titles." She wasn't sad about it at all. It thuds tail again, "You give the announcement to my others to enjoy the show. Big voice."
"As you wish." It leaves with altered size and then makes snarls demands of his team. They all sized up and together they howl in one voice. Shaking all sorts of things. She stands amused while everyone dives for cover... but her human side got free from the scares people and steps right to the front. Smiles share the same as her mask. She posed in laughing at them by her use of undertakers and damned court gesturing.
"Oh dear, aren't you sick of dealing in my business?" United both sides in one voice and as carefree as it gets. The mask spreads over her living side and aged her older. She is also less human in appearance and now with her mask as her acting face for stuck soft expressions. She waved in summoning out the tomes in her care, floating around her. There is four tomes that float but do not flicker with life and movement. The only one that does move about with the since of living and dead souls alike is torn shreds. The peice make raspy hissed sounds in its fluster if being on display like this. The altered form suited her nightmare title, the very voids of darkness lay at her feet.
"Who are you!" The stupid dunce doesn't know his own blood child. The idiot make so many blood sacrifices for the tomes, maybe this isn't a surprise.
"Oh the idiot is a total failure. You the ones that filed the court case. You included me. I have to be here." She posed all exaggerated and with show of her claws, "You are a failure of a index keeper. You can't even read my name. Oh yeah. You sold it. I remember." She slaps his table and it crushed under her force, "You forgot me? You are a sick man." She cuts along his arm, "You don't even deserve a cure." She hissed, "Good luck finding one. I am not a god eater." She Chuckled and backed to the middle and backwards knocked to the judges seat, "I pity you. This makes our four case?" She sighed as they are to scare to answer, "One those was the god court." She leans over in pout to them, "I am so sorry. You have to put up with that man antics. He not even paying child support in the human court order." She sighed and pats them at the shoulder, "Have my human side removed from this case and have recount to the ranking it should be. It is the correct way that should have been filed if I am part of this."
"Accepted alterations." The gavel slams.
"The court wolves have hired me to watch over the gallery." She adds.
"Huh, also accepted." They hammer this to. The stunned expressions and the casting of spells to figure out how much a threat she is. The prompt sigil panel across the room to many that shudder to see such ranking individual presented in a minor court like this. That this was even making those in the feel of god, they make prayer for protection from the monsters.