"I didn't tell her anything about how your side works." Pride stopping Greyhound but he isn't here to be following the orders of a Queens gaurd. Pride pulled at a weak point, bring Greyhound to the wall in a pin lock. He snarls in being hampered.
"I am here to judge her worth. It doesn't matter to you, the queen or of us to choose. I am following my orders and you should too." His is released, "She not to be your brothers partner." She huffed glad at this, "She will be over his position as the more he walks the path of a god follower." Pride went to stop Greyhound again but he slips past into the hall. He throws himself out of the path. The instructor that was seeing the basics knocked cold through the open door.
"See, the door wasn't going to stop his path to fly out the room." The lass leans on a pole shaft, it has the blade missing for a sycthe set up. She looked down at those whom sat crossed legs at the floor in the circle, exactly as they been ordered to.
"Don't you need them awake to forfill giving you a nickname?" The darkwood leans the most bored.
"I don't need more nicknames. I have a dictionary for that. I have many lives to waste." She soon was defensive as a new attacker enters the circle. They too are swept and thrown to a wall. She back to leaning, "I had totally forgotten how light undertakers are. I shouldn't shatter anyone. Replacing torso spines isn't easy." She does sound bored, just even how the words echo a little. Greyhound steps up to the ring, he changed the boundaries this ring acts. He glares upon those in the way and they leave willingly. Everyone steps to the walls.
"What is that staff for a sycthe made of?" Greyhound asked and brought out duo knives of a stone like material. She doesn't really know what those are in a distant glance but she knows the energy around him and the way it flexed with the material. She doesn't answer fast enough and he jumps for it. She blocked the impact and the stone gouged deep into the staff. She smirks impressed and knew what those are. The break apart and she peers to the useless shaft, she pulled the breaking material from the side affect of the knives.
"I am impressed to see those again." She throws the remains of the staff in chunks, using the remains as needles. She swift and flow moving. She misses the intended targets on purpose, watching the undertakers as the walls defending themselves plenty of these needle throws. Four needles did make through some of her real targets. Legs and arms. It's more than she needs. There still value of her broken staff, so she sank the remains to her storage.
"Again? These were used in a war that off record." Greyhound doesn't see her plans then. She lifted from her storage a bow and a quiver. She makes quick work of keeping him distance, as well as more pot shots of those around the walls. She's not stupid. They must yield to her, and that means taking them out when they think they have the upper hand. She also aware of a few damned not on her side. Omens too. His here and his been acting in the undertakers interests. She fully knows that Curiosity will be here soon, and she not going to be able to defeat him. Not if he was utilizing his full powers. She will save what there is for such a fight. She dares not the be at her full flush, not to play all her cards.
"Where is her shadow?" The Darkwood asked and the other kids are acting against her. They plan to take her mask out of this fight. It will weaken her if they do... well so they think. It depends on how many they wish to break.
"How dare you!" Pride jumps for it, she going for a moment of Trixies back being exposed. But she has that covered, utilized her clothus cloth to be spare limbs. Pulled Pride to the floor.
"Stay down or be broken." Trixie hissed and leaps as Greyhound helps Pride.
"Whose side are you playing for?" Greyhound hissed and pride knocked him out. It answered that.
"I will not let you replace him!" Pride jumps pursuit. Trixie rolled eyes, and changed weapons. Away the bow and out with a rapier, meeting Pride at her own weapon match. Sparks flying. Pride peers in how the hilts marched and backed afraid. But Trixie jumps into a charging a forced forward. They clashed smashing the wall. Pride began using the wall for foot work to escape but Trixie is already use to the lacking logic of gravity and fights onwards. She takes a twirling block since someone fired a gun. The bullet reflected into someone of the mock audience. Pride takes what looks to be a best opportunity, rolls evading and sliced Trixie in the back. Trixie plays up being shocked. Stepping foot pattern to mock a miscalculation. Pride goes for a torso stab, and Trixie acted fast at breaking Prides wrist joint. The blade skitters and fingers loose grasp. A bystander finally moved to take attacked directly as Pride is pulled back. Yet these lesser undertakers fell faster, knocked cold or lost functional use of hands and or feet. No one was using anything that was a danger, only those twin knives and they been already moved away. Returned to Greyhound. There isn't anyone awake but Trixie. She huffed, glad she wasn't rust of all the war experiences. She had repentance and resolve far surpassed these clay puppets. She peers to how she had even put Omens to temporary comatose. She peers about the room damage and that they looked like corpses. She frowns in not liking the look Curiosity will see of this place. She stops time. She moved everyone to more stable conditions. Repairs the breaks in the walls. Fixed their gear and weapons. Once she pleased of herself. She puts herself at a pose. Someone else broke her time stop. She stands ready for a fight, lifted a spear made from black... who knows what. It's black. A literal fancy object made of the darkness of the abyss. It's one her fancy collection that she plans to use on Curiosity. But the time stop falls. She lowered and leaned causal smooth.
"My lords, your late to the party. I promise no one died." She blocked Curiosity that went right at her. He using something gifted by omens. Looks like claws. So she knew what to do. She lets these claws dig her weaker left arm, letting herself be infected. Curiosity looks glad she feel for that. She winks at him. He frowns and breaks distance, stand defensive of gaurding the king. She doesn't act to attack.
"Anyways." She puts the spear away and dusts her hands a little, "Someone should wake up soon." She looks about checking, "None the souls around here are damaged by me. Maybe I need to send a home dream walker to scare them away." She blocked Omens hissing, "Easy bird brains. You were just doing your thing of meddling and that was dangerous. If someone did listen to you to take the twin knives from Grey, you be removed from this existence. Those are some dangerous knives. Just as I didn't use my sycthe." She puts the bird down as he was getting off her now. Someone else that isn't the god waking.
"Forfit. If there no one awake, it's a defeat." She takes a bow. The duel laws are lifted. Curiosity putting away his weapons now it was understood as just the duel laws.
"You stopped time." The king peering about the room, "when was that creak fixed?"
"I get bored. So... its what I do." She wavered a little. Letting herself be infected doesn't meant it wouldn't affect her. She looses a little balance but she held back up. She rolled her back in clicking something back in place. She holds her forehead in being dizzy. She takes a moment to remove several layers of masks, shuffling them. She breaks some of them into powder at her feet and others are left floating. She gets reaching deeply. The mask bothering her most is ripped out, black liquid splashed in all directions around her. This imperfect mask is held at her chest. She waves and her floating masks are back over her. Someone skids evading the liquid. It bubbles and fizzes the light. It altered purple then blood human red. She holds her mask forwards more, drops to both knees into the puddle.
"Good night." She tells the mask. It turns as ashes. The blood turned into black sand. She swiftly pulled her cloak, not a grain lost. She barely gets herself back up. Holding her forehead like she having an headache. She folds her arms crossed, but she has a spare arm still holding her head. It was confusing to those not able to understand her.
"I see no faults of her taking your position." The king speaking from touring the room repairs, "A lot of recommendations." Is back around to step close to her, "It's a question of do you yield to me." He stands trying to tower over her, trying to hold top commander. She backs from him being that close. His foot grinding to her clothus cloth, pinned her to not evading him.
"I don't have a good answer for you." She takes back all herself and successfully moved back enough for herself, "You have some sort of expectations. Assuming law of your position. But don't you need to worry about why I stopped time in your domain? Not even a true titles god can enact power in a realm that isn't law of living." The king did almost try to match back over her. But that was a very good point, "I am not a monarch nor do I seek position of one. It's lovely that given me such a lovely offer to serve under you. But I can't. You will just have to hire me the same way as others do. I can't be owned. I can't be controlled. I can't even spend time." She lifted herself. She lets the creaked flaws of her disguise break and pull. All those masks were just plate armour for her. The king backs himself plenty away of the new personal space bubble. She was wounded, the claw daggers Curiosity used have a ripped effect.
"I will not yield until we come to some agreement." The King braved a forward step and Curiosity blocks potential attack. She doesn't seem interested of harming them. She had even peers over to Death, he gated himself here. He peered up from a tome check. The god apex, so Omens had a weaker immune system to the spray she used on him. She was dazed a little and holds more parts of herself in many places. She slams a fist to a wall, putting a hole through it. It snaps her back enough. The king trying to be brave that so called threat. Curiosity lifts to step for an attack to match her if she does.
"You don't know what your bargain price means. You are not flexible thinking enough. You can not carry my Burdens. You can't survive the transmigration. You have not walked the decay of broken realms. You weren't there in the aftermath of souls being wipped out from living realms. You do not carry the sins of those that gave mercy. You are a blind small soul. You carry not enough." She retorts to the monarch, "You will have to yield. You can't not broke a contract that can carry me. The sins that tangle my every soul fragment is all that nets between here and nothing. The tome is not repaired here. If I am gone, than there isn't anyone to stop the escape exodus of souls. Not even death, who has had this conversation with me before, has a plan." She posed open palms, "You can't control or contain a drop of me." Blood dripping and over floods these palms, "a state of near death. I am neither." The spray stops and all of that vanished in fizzing. Acidic erosion is all the remaining of what was there. The monarchs finally gets her point. She isn't an enemy at least. Just a powerful thing of no uses to him. So he yields. She shatters the time crest she prepared. Everyone is back to a point, the monarch had the door opened. The kids are sparring unaware of what should have happened. Trixie sits at a wall, a wood training sword leaned waiting for her to accept it. Greyhound blinks confused, several do. The wounds of all that happened are still there.
"She's not a god. You shouldn't expect her to out everything back to as it was. But maybe that's a benefit." Death leaving now, since Omens was stabilized. The king sees the room repairs, he sees the hole she punched was repaired too. But it's there. Scar.
"The king!" All yield before him but Trixie. She's unmoved from her spot. The king stares a long while her way, her damaged hands and posture is all wrong. She barely leaned right.
"Go have the girl sorted. She is still of use." Curiosity bows and swiftly moved. Scooping her off the floor. Carried her but stays at the king. King isn't sure how just holding her is helping her but he isn't going to question the way god mircales enact. The king gives wave to his subjects and steps to an excluding zone. He sticks around watching everyone - eyeing out flaws and uses. He makes a notepad appear, taking these notes of thoughts. Peering between fighters. The occasional glare to how undertakers are injured but recovering.
The method of the repairs on the walls being authentic in new brick and molter. A layer of fast set concrete that been baked and a girt cover that matched the rest of the area. Blended in seamless. The dedicated time to learn this level of repair. Her hands are as rough as expected from doing the job right and for spending all that time frozen. The brief moment death keeps stepping over to check, sees its her and leaves being sure it's fine. A third time the king has noticed Death act and always her. She has tome access, that be a good reason.
"Your not going to like take her to a proper room for her to wake?" Greyhound asked stepping up and Curiosity doesn't budge. Rather instead he bump shoulder and directs to somewhere. Both see a unconscious undertaker seated at the wall, someone not stabilize condition and that there is a masked damned over them. Doing something. It's hard to say what it's doing. But when it pulled its hands back through the undertaker, the person began to stirring and be confused of their joints. Not use to how changed the soul threads are tied in them. Greyhound then peers at his own hands and finds this happened to him too. That his bending correctly of his joints. Curiosity stares deeply at the mask of it desperately wishing to help others. Her expression was that of mild worry, even if her own left arm isn't helping her. Curiosity poked her arm on her acting body in his arms and there is jolted pain from the mask. So it answered that she does feel pain to her connected body, she working through that pain and is preferred to help those suffering even if she is. He ponders for a moment in how to get her back whole. He then has an idea, borrowed the knife from Greyhound. He doesn't have to do anything. The sound this stone blade being held had startled her plenty into fold back to herself. So now he returned the knife.
"She cursed like the Darkwood and Seer kids." Greyhound understood now, "She sends her shadow to work on the repairs and back work. Distracting everyone with her visible side. She isn't doing what those others kids at up to, which was either to leave or attack using their mask sides."
Curiosity casts a binding over her, this makes her shadow side visible as her other. He further now held her under a bewitching and has her not struggling with him.
"We going to need her in a moment. Even if she has no functionality in her left hand, hindering her communication." Curiosity lowered in sitting down with her leaned on him. They watch the others gain nicknames for themselves. The matches keep rolling until they are satisfied with a nickname or three each. The king waved and someone brought him a chair too. With time finally the Queen entered, made quick work of putting all the rioters in their place beneath her. The queen is constantly having duels to keep her crown beside the king. Even her own gaurd pride makes constant tries and always faults. The kids even with shadow trick could beat the queen ans yield to her. The Glader although peers more towards wanting the kings approval frist, which even the king was glad that one of those four knew better.
"Whomever repaired the large creak by the open hall door has done so with excellent quality." The queen finally seated at the side of the king on her own seat.
"I finally worked out why the repaired spots feel better to walk on. The method of brick laying has modernized strengthening. There a sort of meshing cloth or metal between in the concrete inlay." The king relaxed watching plenty fighting to change ranking now. The queens men here and the kings. There a sort of war to the crowns happening very quietly. Omens hovered in flight and circles around some those not here for good intentions. Curiosity went to sort it but Greyhound isn't hindered by a girl. Greyhound will get the credit for this. It's another time that Curiosity feels a failure to his monarch. Lowered himself to be at least ready for further action. Trixie felt his depth of pouting. She knows it's these small moments often that will cast a bad burden to himself. She feels somewhat responsible for several of them. It's been always because of her. So even if she is bewitched to be calm, Curiosity isn't stable to maintain the spells affect smoothly. He isn't calm himself. She pulls to lean forward and with taking him with her. She acts fast to have them working together. The man knows how to adapt and was seamless to fight beside her. So once they thrown to the stop those hidden in the mini war of powers. They were able to work smoothly at binding those that were trying to escalate the situation of friction. She noticed at a distance that the king was to be attacked, Omens had not been aware of this and isn't able to alert Curiosity of it. She guess it's not meant to be stopped but she grits to break rules. She caught Curiosity and pulled him through shadows. Setting him to choose the kings fate. She fights those around in the meantime. Pride seeing what's really going in joins Trixie side and fills in with Curiosity gone. Omens hissed of something being really bad. Even as a bird flew into trying to stop. But it's to late. Pride slain several at her feet, shocked of what had happened. Trixie holding her injured left arm takes step back, she peers to the undertaker death keeper. Here to oversee the event and souls. She knew in how honest he showed the tome. Curiosity did what he believes in being right.