Every last child is throw to the pond, some attempt swimming. There was those that still think they need to breath. The fear and anxiety. Afraid of being dead already. The comatose set had sank deep and will have nicer made clay shapes due to it. The fighting ones were snatched under the surface by force. There are things 'alive' hidden among the silt.
It could be failed to form undertakers that didn't make past this staging. Eliza had been taking notice of the area for a while. There stacks of storaged items, sacks of powders to top up the silt of the pond and interesting blessing charms and statues gaurding the pond. The beach shore ends with a wall, the whole place a cavern or cave like ceilings. Drawings and scratches all allong the visible walls. A plaque at the furtherst wall states something vaguely, that wall around it was goudged of dagger strikes. This was a reality of a thought as there was a wall with marks. Lines of failed to return. There are a lot of them. The pond seems to find any imperfect of the soul and thus will inevitably fail the clay caking.
At a larger perspective, she can see what it took to even have those citizens in that market. All those souls were made too, been in ponds like this. There be a lot of these ponds of soul soup. This is the divide. The souls of perfect conditions in the town and the broken ones locked in the soup. Bringing about a interesting thought. She shouldn't have caked and float the surface. She knows her soul isn't perfect, if this was a soul test. A test for any breaks or missing fragments. But this doubt was answered in how they can't get the Seer to sink down. The curse of being damned, light burns even here. Curiosity came up with a plan and made a shaded spot, which was there that child sank deepest then the rest. That child will be an elite undertaker if made and trained great.
The cart was being unpacked the material bags of good are being poured into the pond. Curiosity without justification picked up the cloak with her in and tossed her back into the pond. She sank back under, and these materials that do to. She sunk even deeper down then last time, no flesh to float. A cloud layer was escaped and there is only glowing aquatic plant moss and the sinking of these materials. The struggling and floating ones are lifted out. But they be back here to sink.
So now why sink them a second time? She looked around, leaving the cloak. The cloak began back up to float, or that she watched some damned around here remove it. She peers in how the damned here were harsh treatment to the other Seer in here. They forced the kids flesh off and clothed them in the undertaker style uniform. Laying curses over their new clay skin. The tome was gone, it can no longer link to the Seer.
"I see. So I guess I should get ready too. I can't be wearing this." She finds her voice soothing and able to be heard. The step forward of some higher rankers. They bow to her. Pose that she should follow to a under water room storage. A mirror and makeup paint studio. Leaving the water to air pocket. They speak no words and posed to as if saying she should sit. She understood they are just helping and at least for her rank, they do so with manners. She respects this with having manners back. She even gives a graceful version walker of sigil greeting to them all and sits at this spot like so.
"Will I need my scaled armour that I use for sigil walking? All those charms I have to wear too?" She asked the one in charge.
The posed that the wanted to see and she posed hand at the wall. A standing armour stand with all the average walker stuff. But it's the armour itself made of god material. Stuff that protects in all elements, prevents soul snatching and defends even from the worse of damage by the path. The charms may have been thrown off, but they gladly made her keep wearing her armour. There was pose to ask if she would have high stuff like that to wear. She brought her newly required death artifact. The hair pin gifted from the lady of summoning. She has spare materials and charms from her time repairing realms, rewards of such things. The team were delighted around her, painting up features and toning her clay dull skin. The many charms they had removed before were improved and returned as buttons or embedded beads into the unique uniform.
"Very neat items, little lady." A speaking one lacing up the back and adjusted the whole outfit, "Are you here willingly?" It did seem strange but she guesses that maybe it should be her struggling like those others. She holds poses as they worked diligence for her skin, hair and clothing. It was as it a team of maids was swarming around a royal for preparation to go to war. Face painted with skills to increase focus. The damned each were once developing to become undertakers but at one reason or another failed due to soul corruption or unfortunate regerts as once living humans. The difference of a soul being damned or not is often the souls own choose even when the mind can not fathom it. So this pond dip was to weed out the unable to hold their burden. Undertakers are folks of good intentions but sinners whom cant be punished by hell. It a soul going through this process can't keep stable their own lifeline as a undertaker, they fail this pond clay caking. But there are some damned whom are veteran undertakers, those whom had body failure during duty and came to be repaired. Those lot are damned due to their partner rings or something other factors. She guesses the higher damned here are those veterans. Even cursed as they are, she can tell what they used to be. The damage of the souls around her isn't something she can ignore.
"It's rather complicated but I respect the undertaker whom brought me here. I may not even be allowed to associate myself to the crests of undertakers. However, I have to get back to more proper work. I had to leave being blissfully human at someplace and at sometime. I don't think I will be here any longer once I finished what I started." She posed arms as they fixed sleeves and adjusted many charms. They painted here on these layers to, some stopped freaking out in seeing patterns appearing on the new clay already. Not needing them to paint them on. There is some whom freeze up at her death marks and looked to the one in charge. The quick wave and the majority of this team is now sent away. Be use else where.
"How did you find a way to be alive an reborn a human at all? You had to broke the system." One nervously smiled as damned show opposite emotions to what they actually do. The smile wides longer and more others do to. The look was done and the leader posed a set way, the littler folks scatter fast for some other victim. She admired the hand work but she felt it not finished in spots. She was about to cast some sort of divine or spell craft. Yet the leader of these damned stepped up and does them. The long silence of hearing and began to feel the drafts senses this form has. She doesn't have human touch, lost human sight and there was plenty of feelings she was sure were distracting her until now. It was now she has sharpened her contorl of her aura and the flexibility of energies as she learnt herself. She had even stored back anything that loss of human flesh did. When she was ready, the damned posed thinking things over.
"I see the burden you captured in. I see the condition of why you didn't form a undertaker shell. You are doing a fantastic job here in spite of the issues. I don't think I can help you much at all, but if it's not to costly of a job. It's a reasonable amount, would you and your team want me to give any messages? Send mail? I could help move any souls here who aren't working for you lot. Although I am limited to the carry amount of souls. It be hard to force unwillingly." The damned frowns darkly in having appreciated her meaning for it. She had also already states in the greeting as she sat down that she shepherd's souls instead of any enslaving. The kindness is useless here, but it's the thought that counts. Shaking away with a soft smile, they must have turned down for a reason.
"You exit by going back up. I suggest a shadow steps route. Careful at the laws of our society."
"Rightly so." She finds them putting a cloak over her, it's not curiosity's. It's of her own, matching her new clothing. Hood over and posed that she is ready. She makes three steps and turns to look the leader in the eyes. She weighed her choose of words and held a soft worried look to them.
"You should go, my lady." The leader encouraged.
"Being damned may mean the gods you knew can not see or hear you pleads." She makes a interesting pose and offered her left hand to them, "However, not all gods are of glorious nature. There some whom have no forms at all and exist as only as waves of actions of unforseen results. This is why we can still use the summoning doors as damned and are provided peace in soft glow. We maybe damned, be we are not abondoned." The leader using thier left hand shakes this, "If you were abondoned, you wouldn't be here at all. There is purposes that tangle us souls, unfathomable by even the highest of gods." As they let go of each other. She made a veil cover and lowered her hood properly. Steps softly away, she lets herself pulled as true shadow and takes the route back up, evading being wet by the waters nature or ruined by any clay. She was turely a shadow inching up the wall and stood at the cart upon making it. She sees how the undertakers whom throw the kids here are being responsible for thier catches.
She noticed there is some ease of the kids being let to dry at slit caked or tossed in multiple times to gain layers. The folks sit in waiting to look after the choosen. She uses these statue stuck ones to be where she will step from. She stares mildly about at these men following orders. Posed mutely in wonder how long it take them to notice her. She had even gave down cast at these students who once bullied her at the school, particularly at the Seer and Darkwood pair. They seem to reconciled in order to make a plan to get out of here. She can't help but overheard the two of them speaking in damned version of mage language. They continue assuming she can't understand them. In a way of having her own back for her annoyance, she got out a paint and bursh. She marked thier backs of a curse that made them traceable. Even their damned shadows can't escape the trace. She posed so proud of herself of such thing, she nearly said something to jolt them to knowing it was her and she cursed them. But she stays silent, letting them believe she doesn't understand them. It would be useful for her to use the information against them later.
"Child." She puts the paint to storage but her paint brush was shyly hide behind her back, "give me that. You don't want to use any paint on them if you don't know what your doing." She lowered and give the brush. Acting caught red handed to a prank, "I bet they made fun of you. You seen the opportunity to get them back instead of leaving or whatever." She posed like a obeying student being told by a teacher. Cross arm that she was having to put up with this lecture. Given her cloak has hidden her figure, uniform and state of body. They know she's one the students and are glad she hasn't wandered off without her escorted. With being careful, the undertaker when finished his lecture about maturity takes her shoulder and pushed her along to stand around the undertakers here.
"It's Curiosity's kid. He went off to do something but he did say that someone or something will be here in his place. I would assume he meant the three eyes raven seated over on that cart."
"I am sure it's fine to let her wait at the cart." So she waved to do exactly that. She recounted that she was take around a market on this cart. She sits at the back of it for now, watching the folks doing their things. She noted that the initial complaints have long dried up and that all these undertakers worked their commands to the fullest of their abilities. No slacking and no matter the amount of troubles these students enforced. She takes in just watching them, peering about the uniforms and ranks these undertakers are at. It clear this task was a direct command from higher-ups, this isn't being handled by small people. These undertakers are the right hand of the monarchy, which according to thier laws meant royal guards whom do not follow realm laws but commands of their monarchy regardless of it. They work in visible public view unlike the left hand shadows of the monarchy. The poster people. It's interesting dynamics for sure.
"Book. Now." The raven hissed at her. She stared deeply of how those are proper feathers and the energy that its lifeforce bends isnt as she expects from a god Beyond this universe. It went to peck her. She swat the bird face before it even reached her. She could already tell it was a trap and the bird wasn't omens. It wasn't Omens. So she treats it knowingly, she's not a fool. The bird having been smacked was laying in the back in shock, maybe it wasn't even prepared that she could even touch it. She did continplate if the bird was a death order carrier or had relatives with dream and cursing. But it wasn't a bird under her influence or someone she knew. It's three wise would maybe meant it was one of the wisdom gods like Oden. Ravens have long history for being way of telling one's fate. So it is a clever trick.
"How dare you!" Hissed with getting back up and she stares at the entertainment of its proclaims and lecture of etiquette. It plumage spread big and puffed, a loud unearthly sounds of bird vocals. She leaned listening to every word it spat, and deeply into all three of its eyes when it bothers looking to her. It angles and twists as the more aggressive it talked down to her.
"Mmmm.... page index 104473, I think. The sub side entry about god vessels." She muttered mindlessly in figuring it out eventually, "The creatures that are direct descendent and serve to the lord gods they represent. Raven... its fitting for omens. The creepy addition of a physical manifest third eye which is used to soul read. Your a very meaty little lad." She half heartedly leaned in the cart. Her words shivered in not only the bird. It was the approach of Curiosity returned back from whatever he left to do.
"For a little girl to call out a creature's true race from the sigil index like that. You must have encountered them before." He making look to the others to see if they heard them.
"As the cowritter of the foundational index code matrix, I should know." She peered now to this book that should be presented to her be reading right now. No title visible. If anything, the whole book was not something she can touch. Let alone be reading. She suspected this was maybe due to her insight of her perception and how she sees past some boundaries. Her willpower to see dream and hidden veiled creatures at any time has carried over from her human life to what she is now. So she still doesn't even bother daring the book as requested. No, she can continue poking and playing about the third eyed raven.
"They say soul memories become better accessible after letting go of thier humanity. Depending on what she became, it will depend on her soul powers. Information of things she was once ignorant of will be to her awareness now." That would have been true if this was her first time dying or being turned an undertaker. But her soul has historically remains of such things, her soul remembers her lifetimes beyond this universe. Being born and dying, after death and recycling her bodies enough times. She keenly calm to her turth and of herself. The wrapped mind of madness and tainted ideas from the unknown abyss past laws.
"Lady Marionette! Slouching about like a sloth is undignified to someone of your status." The three eyed raven hissed, "Why did you even bother trying to be human with what you really are? You can't fool me. I seen your real eyes and I know your claws. I know you have many faces and teeth."
She didn't even move in fear of being name dropped. She rather leaned back with letting go the hood fall. Her face white of her mask. It has now visible carved expressions. Upon then she lifted her left hand lazy and wiggled fingers in being uncaring to its words.
"I guess I should cook you up in a pot. Feathers, guts and eyes." She retort back, "You might even be crunchy as I grind you down to powdered dust." Silky smooth tone that wasn't sad or happy. Not even angry.
"What you indeed to eat me whole? Soul attached and all?" The raven hissed and she stopped wiggling fingers playing him up. No she rolled her neck to look upon it, she tilted as if judging something. She had then made a humming tone like she was considering it. She sits up and hood back up. Holding her feet at her front with stretching. Once something clicked in place with a reverberating echo. She stands up and hops out the cart.
"I think I need another dip." She was grappled by her cloak, "Oh come on. I don't even belong around here." She sulked.
"Does threatening my servant have a kick for you?" It being omens to be pulling her back to the cart.
"The feathers started it." She childishly crossed her arms in refusing to cooperate with the god, "Can't I just stay human a little longer? I walk through hell around again to jump to the flame of creation if I have to."
"Reawakening you is James or Daniel's idea." Omens sulked.
"Damned idiots breaking my matrix code formulas again." She sulked.
"Who and who?" The threw eye raven asked.
"Enders whom contorl universes next door to this one. But maybe that's not accurate enough to the complexity." Curiosity takes over handling her, "Look Eliza, I don't know why you made the trouble of repairing some strange places across this universe. But I know your hand work. I seen the way you write and I know the materials quantity qualities you have accessible. Your the only not god to even make the sigil panel shatter." He puts her into the cart and then tried to hand her the tome book.
"I can't touch it." She shurgs. He frustrated and throws it. It fazed through her like she was nothing. It thuds hard into the cart wall behind her, "The tome has cut my existence from its pages. I am by law not a dweller of this universe, in spite of this place and time being my origin." She makes herself comfortable in the cart again, "The soul laws about the tome has changed, putting a minor stop to all that handy work you talked about." She lays like it didn't matter, "I just a blind freak without a purpose or fate. I have no place and there is no laws. I am the current embodiment of nothingness until someone starts living up to the duty of Ender for this tome. I am a temporary place holder and nothing else." It was them that there was a horrible smile breaking the clay shell of her mask, a creak smile made by her force to will one, "You are Curiosity, the next to be fated the title of Ender. You will befall a terrible situation and pay a nasty price. Although you have omens who has stopped this so far and has shielded you through dark tides. Admittedly I can help but play along with Omens, you have my soft spot for sure. I had been a good but evil creature in the guise of a little sick girl. The few things I been doing, if broken or undone. There be a lot of scared and missing death gods." It was now her mask was repaired. She back to looking bored and acted as if everything she just said was unimportant.
"Unbelievable." Omens snarls, "Why do you know that much and act so dead to it? You might as well have the power of a true title god."
"Bingo." She shot fingers his way, "I had even been brushing it up with death about the matter." Omens broke humaniod form in a small moment to hiss. He brushed off once he was done, and collected himself back to a more mundane shape.
"You afraid of my jaws and you don't bother asking why your creator that should be the symbol of predictions has been hiding his cursed appearance." She elbows the three eyed bird at such jest and huffed, "But that make to much sense in human logic for a bird brain to bother wondering."
The bird went to peck her and she holds its beak between fingers. She rolled in looking upon it deeply. It fluffed and she frees it.
"I have to much work to deal with then to tangle in these crazy affairs." Curiosity began to push the cart with the small party on board. The undertakers they leave at the shore look upon that whole thing as a joke. They guess that maybe Curiosity used the guide of his god to pick and convince the girl for some great scheme. It be a logically why she so obeying and willing to not escape. Those two with shadow powers were prompted tracked and thrown into the pond after they shed enough clay hard shell for attempting escape. A child soul in that group fails even forming enough, thus being dagger line chip the plaque wall. There is two children whom weren't dead or disconnected from the living realm, they vanished by time reverting. It was now a final push for preparation to get the rest to a stage of presentation to be judged in the competition court. She turly watched them leaving the pond shore, thinking about the damned souls and the pond wardens within. She had completely began to ignore everything around her, peering in watching the distance. She felt time reverting in the living lands. Bringing about total erase of the little slice of human life she had 'enjoyed'. The deep scars and voids of lacking love. Unresolved things she lost from her first time is once again been taken from her.
The open water ocean, the clash of panicking spirit beings evading being time reverted at those gates and the safety this afterlife realm provides from the drowning of time. She is ship wrecked upon this barren isle, a sky of heavens light burning over her and the grease of bad news from underneath her. The facade of the undertakers realm seems a ideal tropical paradise but there is danger. There is no real safety to be had. The wild open ocean was so wonderful to be ignorant. It was threat enough to hide the real horror. She just a sea bottom feeder from the under trench of the deepest depth. The shore isn't her place, this landscape wasn't her home. But it be to much effort to go backwards.