She finds herself stuck in a fix radius around her sleeping coma body. A fixed personal bubble that will not bend or change. She can't exactly leave it. When she does, that segment is turned into a imminent object. She sent a cloth tendril and now it was a solid mass of fabric that she can't move. Once reeled back into the personal bubble, her sense of movement returned back. It was to dangerous to send her mask. She did cheat, breaking her mask in two halves down the nose line. She snuck one half with her brother, so he was in essence carting her around. Through him, she found subjects to sketch. She heard things at his back and she could fool herself in feeling part of the posy.
But this came to its end too. Her mask was left behind in his bag. Some sound of lockers and typical bullying. But there isn't anything worth sketching or listening to. No even classes. He skipped half of them or never took his backpack.
Time sure flies, she watched whole seasons pass by from the infirmary window. Thanksgiving, she had some visitors but it wasn't worth it. Christmas was insulting and lonely. The few stop by, spoke at her and left. None of the family did. Her brother has seemingly forgotten her existence. Even as he went to fetch that backpack from the locker finally, he didn't bother considering why a half mask was sitting. He carried her mask to a point and tossed it to the church ground thoughtless. So now she had grass, dew drops and sky. The school ground was mostly locked down and somewhat empty. No one comes to check her.
She fell into a full soul sleep, as maybe some energy absorbing could help her move. Maybe change the personal bubble she locked in. Or that it was quicker to let time pass if she stopped watching it so constantly.
Being in darkness, even if it was behind closed eye lids, can bring her peace. She should be greatful to make the most of such things.
"Whomever you are. You are one the strongest damned I have ever seen. So many persh in light. Feral insanity to such damage to your mask." She hear spoken at her. Dry crusty palms. Press of being hugged. The smells changed and sounds. Energy in the air and the temperatures that claw. This unknown being carries her about for a long while. They spoke at lengths and depths. But it's a one sided way. Glad to have something to rant at without lash back. It was pleasant for her too, not stuck on the floor of the church as she was. She doesn't wake up as she can't makes herself do. It would seem that the two mask halves being so distant apart has locked her into deep sleep. No choose in the matter.
Even in the depth of darkness with their being sound and feelings. She felt as if she been in the unknown abyss again. As this is exactly how it feels even if she could move herself. Blind. Hearing strange things of other universes. The spectrum of useable energy is different to every universe. Universes have always been over laped on each other. Leaving the active bubble of energy you can use normal senses from, you are only left with what your soul can sense if you do leave. And this was it. That you had no touch but there is temperature. There is sounds but its vibrations you feel in yourself to reconginze it. So even just trying to understand language doesn't work if you have no ears to hear them. Importantly, this is how it feels to read a soul name from the tome. You brush the surface of these emotions, temperatures and vibration. You could with some skill have a direction of them while touching the name, which is how death gods find souls they need to reap.
But this state of being locked as an object isn't anything she scared of being. She can't use limb to refuse. She can ignore the strange carries her around of she wished, its the only thing she can choose to do. There isn't much someone can do with a halves broke mask that contains fragments of soul. Even if there was, they couldn't imagine doing or be able to do anything to use her. She would have to even allow them in the first place, of which she doesn't. No matter how much talk this stranger has done towards her.
Yet listening to them has been lovely and to be carried in such a journey with them. She doesn't trust them but she hasn't ignored them either. She can sense they knew she was listening. She always has time to listen to them when they do. No matter where they are and when. A good friend, she cares not for what they are and the looks they could have. Must have been cursed or damned. She did worry if they were involved with the human family wars, but such worry was gone as they spoke of both sides in the same emotion. That back off tone and distance from themselves. It isn't her close family like her grandpa or brother. Definitely not her parents. It doesn't matter as she doesn't trust them enough either.
Wherever this current place was that they standing at. It was busy. She guess this was some segment of sigil maybe. It has many energy's of many realms. There a lot of creatures. Emotions. But it's just a passing fleeing place, nothing sticks around long.
"The living realm is reverting." She heard them stating in shivering of worry, "I might end up back there." She would too. But she isn't afraid of this, "It looks like we both are." So gloomy. But it's can be felt. The pulling and force of influence, "I hope we meet again." She somewhat shares that. It was nice to be spoken to, strange as that person was.
The world is bright, then greys into gloom. She looked at the ceiling of the school infirmary. She can't move. So with what she can in limit, she lifted her shadow. It picks up the calender, thanksgiving. It was around now she broke her mask in half for her brother to carry her around. She doesn't this time. But throwing her own mask was tempting. But to have her whole soul exit her human body has danger. She doesn't want to leave such a habitat of some back soul to take its place in her body. She knows that her human body was a invite to all spirits even those from the abyss. She built her blood up this way, she can't allow another inside.
"The sleeping beauty." Just as last time. Her mask hide back again, "rumors go that she actually a spirit merchant that restock the sand the demons use for casting. For someone that has a unreadable ranking and a broken sigil id, there something obvious wrong about her."
"And all of you are to leave." The whole lot of children shocked away. As the headmaster secretary will now try negotiation of more black summoning sand for useless material or even out right trash. She would have taken these things if they didn't know her and her business. But they know her and her true worth. This was slander to her merchant abilities. She cares no in being comatose locked.
"First I must address that you can stay here but we have no funding to pay for further unnecessary medical expenses. You can breath on your own without machine aid. That's all you need as a cursed that you are." The headmaster will have plenty of experience from the other Fallowns who are damned. This wasn't without reasoning, "whatever is your problem can be fixed yourself." As expected of her rank according to sigil, glitched or not, "so I am here for the exchange of some black sand. You provided the replacement from that prank you brother pulled and thus you will have the means by you ranking to replenish your own stock." This really was boring the first time. It doesn't matter that they will treat her like its the first time. But it's still dull that they bother the same script as before. She ignored them for awhile and naturally they be empty handed as before. She has no reason to change things by giving in with black sand payment here for basically nothing.
"No? What about if we gave you brother another chance? His about to he kicked out." She expected he was going to be expelled regardless of her begging them to not. He done enough to anger both the cult of Fallown that their grandmother heads or the tome keepers of Seer. Grandpa is only security until his gone. He leaves the living world soon.
"I have a better offer." Someone to change things and is aware she is sensitive to reverts of living world time. The bird brain god isn't totally without merits, "I can't help him. He doesn't want to listen to me and I'd going to get wounded again. Trust me, I do everything for his sake. You know our history." She does. She knows Omens to risk his existence here for the sake of keeping Curiosity's soul. Omen is stubborn and has kept only Curiosity to. No other human or being has taken claw with Omens. Plenty had tried. He comes to her as a last resort. He always has. He relies on her, even knows what she sacrifices for Curiosity sake to be here.
"What are you playing at, Lord?" The secretary snarls, "Miss Eliza here wouldn't be able to help anyone even in this state."
The two have deep glaring tension. This was broken by her lift of cloth and mask. Seated as some ghost onto of herself. Only eyes are carved, showing business displeasure. She had sized up the secretary for sure.
"Leave. You have failed to have sufficient purchase for any amount. You didn't even bother checking the legal binding. I can't sell you sand, your to low a ranking to even be in my client records." The breaking of a mouth shape into the mask, spoke as spirits do, "If he has time to fetch it himself, he better make it worth my time. If you know who I am really, you wouldn't treat me this way."
"So a little girl has a big spirit. It changes nothing." The secretary stands to leave.
"Careful demon. If you think that any number of my pets wouldn't eat you. Maybe consider why my little things shiver in my rage. The very marrow I can take from your bones makes some very nice elixir. The headmaster is lucky to have your lesh, as you would have already been butchered and sold in my hands." That tilt, "The smell from your skin... yes. A neat hunting ground the next time I stop by. Hell has many a layer, but few grow such plants. Maybe I should come take some harvest next time. Have a spot of tea with your father. A greedy man in the finest of green." The secretary is fast to move away, "Mmm... maybe don't mess with someone that is part clothus. Tendency to make use of the most broken of objects is a racial obsession. Just as birds like shiny objects." She softens in looking at Omens. He not in the best of condition. He has weak energy and lesser ways of hiding his adaptive spirit form from travelling the unknown abyss. He blindly got himself here without help. He thought he did so alone but his so drained to even know that his being spied on. She knows Omens is literally blind, he can't see in this universe. He heavily relies on Curiosity entirely for such a thing. It be no wonder Curiosity has someone to watch Omens back when the god has adventures alone. Going how much Curiosity trusts his choosen backup, shows Curiosity cares plenty for Omens. It's cute.
"You feel the same worry Miss Pride?" Omens fluffed in shock hoping he lost the twin, "You are his family. I know you and him were human sibilings before your deaths. He to good a man. You even in your envy in how he brings people around him. Your concern for his newest attempt wouldn't allowed this god bird to come to someone so suspicious." Leaned in watching the clack of thin pin heels step our from hiding. She has that human blush expression by body language and that instant undertaker arm crossing to be back to business.
"Why do you two have any history? How do you know so much about me and Curiosity?" It's amusing that the lady Pride here just attempt several craft castings. All that were about dispelling curses, illusion and interesting that she also attempted to case judgement. She didn't get far in the spell as it shattered. The depth of Eliza resolve is much more vast the Prides. It proves that the god didn't come here without a reason. That he will have came to someone he knew best and 'stronger' then him.
"I have a undertaker nickname too. But it is a curse now. But it has history and explains plenty. But for now... is he in such danger that requires me to act swiftly?" She looked back to the god bird.
"Yes. He will break to much." Eliza sighed at this.
"Alright, bring me a wheel chair." She sighed, "I will have to do this the old way. It has been such a long time." She flexed her clothus cloth to puppet her living body as she pleased. Her mask aligned and fits over her sleeping expression. Melting through and flexing her whole face to scynonize. It takes a few attempts to tug the right ways without breaking things but with sore stiffness her body is in from bed ridden. This will do. She can learnt to walk and run later. She makes it on the chair alone in no aid by Pride or Omens. She puts a much better dress on too. No hospital gowns outside.
"Where did you learn to do this?" Omens asked with claw to chin.
"I met other clothus, that's what. Idiot." She takes him off the bed and to her lap. She puppets her arms to push the wheels herself, "Where is he?" Omens points the way, "Come long Pride. Curiosity will not be happy that you left his god in my hands. You will also have to fess up to the monarch that you skipped your tasks for this." Pride pouted. It hit the mark, "It's fine. The Fallown you are watching is a dork. His playing that trading card game with his gang. They hung about the back of the art department until sun set. Now move with us." Rolled eyes and now pushed Eliza's chair for her.
"It be to slow with you doing this. So I might as well see what the god mysterious plans got to do with you." She does actually feel deeply concerned for Curiosity to not put up a fight. Something like pushing a disabled person is not in Prides image. She stuck up like that, but willing to put aside for the sake of her sibiling.
Passing the many staff demons here still even on holiday break was amusing. The shock and then confused look at Pride and the three eyed raven being part of this miricale. It doesn't take long for word to whisper. There a lot of folks jumping in shock to see Eliza awake even to this extent.
They make it around to the outside of the church on the school. Here pride can't get herself past this unknown strange cast of god divine magic. It was affecting Omens too. But for Eliza, she look at it deeply. She watched the type of energy it is and sighed.
"Well that makes sense. You two stay here. I have a job to do. It so rare I get to do this. I am actually glad." She shived Omens to Pride and stood out of the wheel chair. She summons out a staffed weapon, leaning with it to walk with, "I wonder if this one the sane one or broken one." She flicked the magic casting to disrupt it. She watched the energy creak and snap. She walks in. Gave it a knock in repairing it behind her. What was a hard battle seems frozen up from her ease to break magic casting. Even Omens is gawking with the wrong jaw hinged open.
Pride gladly to close the fake beak back in place. Stares a little struck in many thoughts for the ease a mock human just broke natural divine law. That it pretends to be human do amazingly, that until now. Everyone assumed Eliza for some pathetic waste to die in the long line of mixed bloods.
Time is stopped here. So all the rubble damage that was a church never happened. Just as this fighting between neighbours of the same title isn't happening. She steps softly more forward to be right over them both. Both squabbling at the floor. It seems a repeated pattern here.
"It seems everyone loves using the back of the church to have fist fights. My cousins of both sides of my bloodline were just here. My idiot brother. The idiot thay shot my shoulder through with a death god bullet." She posed her right hand to began reverting the building back as it should have been. She keeps her steady glare at both boys, smiling in her disappointment to seem them not getting along.
"What in the multiverse is wrong with this place?" Hissed in the broken human languages. It a mix of all modern languages and the wrong grammar. She knows it well because... she knows who this is.
"Mr Judgement or at least a nickname you go by. Why are you alone? Are you not with Philip or James? This cast of divine God elements is only of those whom come from that universe of four enders. So why are you here... hurting mine?" The confusion and stunned stuck expression. Deer in headlights. She still maintained that composure even as this abrupt conversation is off set what is meant to be going on.
"I am lost." Curiosity on the floor and unable to move. His broken up badly in sleep sections of his clay shell.
"No Curiosity. If you were lost, you be damned. Your not lost at all. Your cursed. You who must reap souls when things are done. That there is your curse. Its our visitors curse too. But he doesn't belong here. He rudely crossed the wrong place." She used her weapon at hand to cut the air at her side. It tears through space time, cutting more then one space and time. She reached into the hole with pulled the ear of someone out through it. She gave this stranger a soul gaze, seeking of the soul of whom she fished out of their existence in as she assumed. She smiled as they frowned and complained of their ear hurting them. She pointed to the rude gate crasher. The person in her hand cast some spell of his own magic, it dragged this Mr judge through the hole. She waved the two of them away as she now was sewing many space time clothes closed correctly. Patching the hole she made. Taking such responsibilities.
"Eliza... how long have you had that cursed weapon?" Curiosity wobbled in some fear.
"Silly man. This isn't a weapon." She chuckles a little, "It's a garden tool." He glares at her like she crazy. She glad his normal at least, "It's good to see Sean was reverted to his past. I hope he doesn't revert to much. He doesn't have a lovely soul history." She very focused in sewing the unseen. Her moving hands have rhythm and speed. The last brick needed putting back clicked. The church around them is stood like it had always. Not the buried tin of stone she arrived to. The power of the barrier and the stop of time breaks. The flow of the living world was back. She still standing here sewing, knowing up a layer. She used the blade to cut the thread and was to the next time space to sewing up.
The rift grows smaller and smaller around her. Repairing the fourth wall a moment. She can't see the reader, only smirk that someone would bother making her life story for entertainment. The next knot clipped.
By this last sewing layer, she was out of thread. And makes do as it was sloppy around here anyways. Its why the demon realm bleeds among this living realm area. She stuck her needle back where it came from, plucking back her forearm bone back in place. Curiosity in knowing human anatomy enough knew that was not normal.
"You big idiot." His sister beating to the punch, literally. Punched him square in the jaw and was faster at trying to help the rest of him pull back together, "They going to have to recycle you body now and put you back into the dipping ponds. I waited forever the last time. Why you take so long?" What a brother complex? She doesn't what him to be better than her but also can't have him be useless either. Prides a crazy woman too. Eliza in thinking about, she just as crazy or worse. She could been human and forgotten her abyss existence. No memories of what she is to the other universes she repaired. But she gave up the gift to have her soul wipped clean and repaired whole to Curiosity. He the one that doesn't remember his time outside this universe. Its why becoming a god follower to Omens was a shock to him.
"Sean?" Omen peering at the repaired rift, "As in the sycthe of soul judgment?"
"Yeah, that one." Eliza picked up Omens from the floor, "He the last soul of the universe he came from. He had refugee under the Gladers. I sent him there. He sort of like a guide dog to his new master." She now petting the bird god, "The clothus destroyed his universe. He has other names but it be rude to share soul names."
Omens dislikes being man handled by her and has no problems showing his ungodly ways at her. He breaks his bird shape attacking her with jaws. She cares not. Nothing more than a small elderly terror dog. All loud and no teeth to bite with. It only made her pet the mad broken god more. The two undertakers are plenty terrified of now knowing to never piss off the god of omens. And that she really does out rank the god.
"Are you kidding me?" She lazed a look backwards to the sound of her brother, "Eliza? How the frick are you moving? You were shot with a death gods curse."
"I know someone would enjoy eating the curse." She grins like everything is totally normal. The bird god has a moment to take back his composure. Eliza tilts in looking upon many fo the other members here in her family. And with now seeing the dream dreams attached to even her mother, she knows why no one came to visit her today. She lets Omens free, and he wasted no time to take flight. He circled at how everyone looked so amazing in full regalia for this event. It's no reason to why they even considered her, the weakest bodied human among her division, to be a part of this honoured event.
To swear loyalty to which undertaker crest kingdoms that will have them now and after they loose the human side. It a event that once in a rarity, normally after three generations has passed. Considering it, technically her brother and herself is that third generation. But to happen this moment and she was not invited.
Maybe it helps to break the pattern occasionally. That would also meant the repairs she just had on the church disrupts the gate portal that would have maintained living humans as visitors. That's isn't a hard fix, especially being good friends with the creepy... sorry lovely handy lady of summons. It pays to be good allies to most concept gods, regardless of alliances.
"I will fix things like I always have." She shurgs like it wasn't a big deal and that her not being here was a way of love to. She was obviously suffering before hand, why drag her unready spirit to such event. None of them bother to teach her eddiquette for the event leading before now. So the it was clear they were meant to exclude her.
"Sorry you what?" Her brother steps way to close and she had to move the scythe from his harm, "Just a moment ago this place was shambles."
"And?" She shurgs in maintaining her decurm. Everyone at a distance can see her clothing and overall appearance was changing. That she was grown taller suddenly. As she tilts to block him passing glance past her shoulder, a abnormal set of hair pin ups slide through the now regal bum hair style, "Dear brother, you are drooling all over your neat suit. You have to look the part if your going to impress any monarchy of the many undertaker kingdoms. There are certainly plenty of them that are excited to meet you. You should keep them stupid of your stupid." Pats his face playful. He knocked her hand away. His eyes take refocus at her, backing away from her as she most definitely changed.