"The ocean pantheon has plentiful traveller's." Merchants of the beachfront whisper. The pondering if they barely managed past the creepy sea fish lady that protects those who cross into the sigils water walls. Not aware of that lady status and even smaller of knowing what undertakers are. But they seen humans of element magic plenty before and assume at much. Quick to prepare magic casting Wares to attract and be rid of trash products. Everyone steps off board the drift wood plank they been gifted out of the sealed spirit city. Thier client is now safely returned to the living realm faster then expected and was even at the Location they hoped for.
"It been a pleasure." Left hand shaking to Curiosity, the leader of taking this job. Once the human steps blended into the crowds, everyone turns to make account if everyone is here. Trixie dangles her feet in the water, cloaked thrice more then the last time they seen her. The four younger undertakers leaned at their each others backs glaring upon stepping back onto the the islands soils. Pride helps Greyhound walk, arm over shoulder and match steps. Omens had flies off now, surveying the land and its plenty.
"Wow, survivors of the unicorn kingdom collapse. Unchained and looking lost." The crest of a mage darkwood smirks.
"Back away. They aren't toys to take from me." Trixie hissed darkly in clothus and posed surrender of the living Darkwood place.
"Fine, you have a graceful lady over you." Misunderstood Instantly by it was in their favour, "The enslaved should be wearing something enough to claim thier ownership. Or be above tattered appearances."
"Maybe I prefer them sufferable and sad? You stuffy over price prune." She stands and blocked the makes approach of them, "Maybe mummified remains of a decaying corpse like you can fetch a price more. Extra salty when I sunk you to the abyss." The mask carved a much sinister grin and keen deep narrowed eyes over the man. She steps trading mockery of the man.
"Back away, monster." He finally used the no soul trade agreement gestures and she retorts them back the same, "Creep that pretends to be a clothus. You shouldn't even touch the soil of living lands."
"Amusing, a darkwood prune waltzes around the edge of life and death to boldly spit a idiotic assumptions." She eased in making sure the group is fine, mask was swapped to showing concern and deep worry. But the allows the mask of threats to hover over shoulder looking back upon the man.
"You know the laws." An actual clothus of flesh from among the crew gaurding the Darkwood, "The lower class sometimes can't afford the pride we have." The cloth of flesh floats as a jellyfish in water, little stick limbs barely mark the floor of thier steps and the slow stuck expression the clay changing to slowly of its concern. The gradually curved changes are over dramatic looking upon its complete changes. Living realm Drama mask puppets as they were descriptive on sigils panel.
"Trixie, how come there is clothus territory here in this universe even after a court order of gods was made?" Curiosity asked. He was using it to strike nerves of the folks.
"Because some parasites can be manipulated for uses." She retorts, "I use the skins for leather bindings." Furthers her point, "The organs and liquid squeeze from this leather is bait for more parasites to come play. Month to flames, perished in many jaws and claws. Dust stone crumbles in the doorways the exit this universe." She float the concerned mask away for a new one, "They are trapped here, unable to escape. They are court ordered to leave this universe and will be smited by God's when faced among larger human populations. But they face traveling my domain to escape this universe... it might as well be a death sentence." She is serious about it, "This island is goddess refuge from them but it still has occasionally been full of hungry god eaters." The serious mask his hidden back underneath the concerned one, she right over Curiosity with making sure he wasn't wounded or harmed. She had even seemed dejected as he moved out of her reach. She moved to check Greyhound and Pride next, being careful.
"Don't touch me." Pride snaps.
"After I remove that." Taking off a sea creature. Pride is stunned and reflects that Trixie was being genuine of concern for them. Greyhound held a shot of dark doubt upon that interaction. But still, Trixie clicked back Greyhounds joints to pop in the right setting. He could now move easier since. He still doubts her. She could have done this sooner, so it's a calculation on her part.
"The British military institution here is to full. We will need to take the ferry to the mainland UK. It means not trusting the clothus to plan anything. Your fine to distrust me as always but I am not interested in breaking laws or torturing you. My bark is for them clothus to leave us be." She makes his torso click in and he no longer needed Pride to help him. She didn't put things on them, she genuinely removed fish and things. She turned away, from them and they shared expression of doubts. The four younger folks noticed what she was doing and sorted themselves out instead. She studies insurance that there isn't funny business. She then in reminder lifted those from storage, the contractors of them. The two demons were pale but fine and glad to be stood alongside their contract keepers. She added another layer of cloth again, and seated herself at the floor. Sort of out of the way but in reach enough of the group. One her masks lifted off to trade and storage away the drift wood raft. Material that can come handy. By the time the mask was back from shopping, Curiosity and Omen was ready with a plan. He had already found a way to cross again, and another sigil job to complete as a group. Another protection duty that is one way. He glad to see Greyhound better standing.
"Say Trixie, even if we are spirit folks, are we still able to use the talents of magic we learnt as mage." Violetta lowered to speak to Trixie at equal level. Trixie seems to peer in the middle distance, she tilts indicate that she heard Violetta speaking and tilts in how the others shuffle close to. Everyone bunched up close, leaned to listen into the conversation.
"Exchanging information like that is going to cost you money in this place." She posed pointed left finger and they huffed between them in how stingy that is, "for the sack of survivability in this place. The theory and method of casting hasn't changed. But you aren't a living human, you can't feel the energy and that can lead to extreme inability to contain spare energy you have no clue of having. Those two with a contract will have a better time since the demon is likely taking that excessive consumption. I would suggest relearning the basics and understand that the energy you take here isn't the same stuff from being human." It's board enough to the point where anyone would know that but wouldn't actually know how.
"As undertakers, we do have to self managed realm energies or we can't preform in some duties. Those who touch the book of life needs contact to life energy realms, in example." Greyhound Furthers a little more the point, "mixing energy that clashes can be possible but it has more draw backs. Elements have been divided further now. Divine and Cursed attachments to energy is something to be leery of."
Now that everyone seemed ready, they carefully in pairs went to trade and returned to this spot. Curiosity returned with Omens with another one way travel protection duty. The request this time around was to accompany among humans and blend in. So everyone had to get rid of law breaking items and buy suited material to mimic a living appearance. All except Curiosity, he is overseeing things as more a god follower then a undertaker. It thanks to his status they have this opportunity. Trixie didn't move at all and didn't trade. She didn't even need to bother getting rid of good stock. She sent her mask to window shop to ease the group but nothing was valued for her to bother. The merchants think they are makes and are being frugal with trash sale. She did manage a few damned mask trades that had yielded interesting and helpful items for the trip. But it wasn't worthwhile either.
"The boat." Curiosity posed directly to the living realm, "We have to board it and act natural."
"A boat of mages, what more can go wrong?" Pride hissed.
"She beat me to it." Trixie agrees, "Mages can disrupt internal runic casts inside us. Also sea travel, that's brave."
"We will allow use of cursed masks this time. And those who can't will have to stay safe in close proximity as a group." Greyhound challenged any disagreement.
"There isn't much choose in this. We will have to cross by boat. The gates along this Island are sealed for this season." Trixie overturned her siding with Pride but in a way of making them away it's dangerous to stay, "I wouldn't want to stay here with the amount of clothus, gods and God eaters. To much a hassle. Small population on a small island. Boring."
"You never been here." Violetta digs.
"I don't have to. The monument at the royal Palace is enough for me." The glare like she shouldn't even know that, "It's impressive and depressing. I don't like being reminded."
"And your the blind one." Omens huffed.
"Why are you blind? This has been not the normal for undertakers." Curiosity translated and takes his jab.
"I had no runic painting into my core. I am self managed of all my internal workings." She shuffle shoulder, "I haven't really rested long enough to finish. I haven't even got all my priorities yet."
Trixie is pulled up to stand and everyone making shuffle in crossing. Trixie was the last one to stand at the edge of life and spirit. They group huffed and ignored her. Priorities of fooling humans and boarding. Violetta stands leery of leaving Trixie behind.
"Thank you for giving her visitors." Death opened the tome at Trixie side and marked names.
"Glad your here. I hope you have space." She pulled all those cloaks off and they altered into tomes, "Fallen realms. Empty of any souls. Only the soulless roam and eaters of the decay." Death takes those tomes ans nods, "There a few names in them that I was working on. You know, broken names. I suspect the clothus pass through these realms. Traces of misplaced broken names. I could continue but it's better you have someone of the universe internal boundaries. No me... an outsider." Death nods again at this and posed asking for his artifact back. She smirks gladly to return it. It was better condition then she received it. He sleeves this for now. He looked to the boat, "I will not allow them to be lost beyond your reach. The sea abyss isn't my place but beyond it." She makes a stop forward.
"The being that is the landmark of this island." Death hand on her shoulder.
"It was me." She takes his hand off, "This island is an echo of my vast experience. The doorways to realms that have no connections. It's me. I am the connection." He folds now in letting her be. She casts glamour over her, a spell of many realm energies and disciplines of race spells. But the next forward step, she was entirely blended in among humans. The only thing that would make her not is her lack of breathing. But she thought of this, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting it upon a heavy stomp onto the boarding plank. She glared at those asking for ID and they stand down.
"Wow, what spell is that?" A mage asked.
"Which one?" She replies scaling them, "client. Right." She flicked look to Curiosity in his full god follower uniform. Feather cloak and mask. She smirks amused. She balanced her cigarette to her lips and with a gentle poke around by her left hand, adjusts his cloak better. Smirks lightly. He slaps her hand away and she stared blankly at not having am over reaction. She danced the cigarette across to the other side of her lips. She blow away the cloud built in her and take step around them. Stands to a railing, alone with smoking.
"She is one of your crew." The client for this boat trip noted.
"Yes. But she like my polar opposite. I am of Omens and bending fate." He stares deeply at her, "She is someone that can't be contained or controlled. She isn't of law. Not even fate or Omens has waves on her. Not directly at least." Turns to the client, "Avoid her. If nothing else. Avoid her."
"I have a feeling maybe there be a situation that someone like her would be handy." The boat boarding plank began to lift. The mage Island protected in a shroud of fog, mist and gloom. A boat dancing between sand bars or whirlpools of torrent waters. The sway had humans disbalanced, having to use spellcraft to stay aboard. Trixie peers upon the beautiful sea horizon, taking peace for a slight moment. The chaos of tripping people scrabble about to keep the ship from wrecking. The gang of undertakers are sensibly clinging to a wall as a group together. Those not the ship crew have moved into the boats only guest area for cover from the sea winds and cold. Curiosity was busy running about helping the ship stay afloat. His lord flying around seeking problems. Trixie hummed at the abyss creature underwater following them, she throw her lit cigarette it's way and it swam in fear of her. She lights a new one. She used her foot to balance by the rail and was leaned comfortable of the rocking boat. Peering to the cloak cover of erasing the Mage island existence and the passing of this ship making through realm boundaries. The most dangerous part of this trip has passed over. Its now just a matter of the mix of mock humans and humans not attacking each other. She slides glare of fresh blood smell from the ships cabin but she stays unsure if this was a fake human mocking a death or a human actually injured. This could even be a fight between humans. She flicked ash away. Huffed annoyed of how thin threads fray.
"Hey!" Curiosity shouts to the group and they pour into the boats rooms. Trixie walked around to another exit and snaps collar of a twit trying to run. Dangling them off the floor and blows smoke at their face. They choke hard of the cloud.
"After him!" She swings the client at hand out of veiw of the open door and hugs them steady hidden at the door side. They idiots barrel through and then fell by the ships sway, loosing ground as they slide off board into the ocean depth. She then callors them back into the room. She slips herself inside, and sent her shadow to fetch the men over board. She linked arm to walk with the fella back to the room. She puffed in kicking the door wide open to the seating area. Curiosity stands up from knocking out a threat and stares her way.
"Four took a swim. I have them too." Crushed the smoke dead, "We need to record it or not?"
"No. Not until land fall." He sighed in relief and sees the Crew arriving with rope tied fools. Seated them all.
"Whose driving the ship?" Violetta ponders. In lifted the Skippy that should be.
"I think we left that to the bickering pair of gods. Omens and Fate spit match really." Trixie shrugs, "We cant intervene since the status this ships has no Baring to spirit folks. But it will matter to this child and Curiosity. Since they're divine blessing is at wave."
"I would like to stay alive." The client pleads.
"Sure. Works for us." Curiosity marched onwards to the stirring and gestures for Grey to take charge. Grey seat and over sees glaring at fools. The client rushed to follow Curiosity.
"Follow the client." Pride snaps at Trixie. Trixie takes follow the narrow passages to climb up to the control room. Curiosity there at the helm and the client dots about doing other buttons. Trixie clicked on button and this makes things easier, leans at the door.
"I will have this!" Omens talons ripping through spider of white body. Although, that more a centipede amount of legs on a spider body. A interesting insult of fate spins webs. The two are tossing about the window in the way of Curiosity stirring and he sighed annoyed of the task. Trixie steps up to Curiosity side, he pushed her away from him with a left hand. She uses things to keep balance and finally has reach of the two bickering gods. She callors both fate and Omens. She sits down at a stool side seat, letting them wail at her arms length. Curiosity focus better in stirring. The client has a calmer time pressing the right navigation and fuel systems. They finally make it to calm waters and the two gods are panting tired of each other. She drops them both without grace at her feet.
"Land!" One the many UK ports was coming to veiw and the coast guard was jetting here. The client celebrated this with excitement that safety was finally at reach.
"All notice to all crew and passengers. We have the British coast naval crew coming aboard. Please hang tight and have id at hand. We are only a click away from Port. Have patience and thanks for traveling." She used the intercom system of the ship and more celebrations is heard nearby. The two gods sheepishly moved away from each other, passive back glares and some shivers if noticed by Trixie over them.
"Ship delta Friday 9 please respond." The ships radio sparks.
"I am not the captain or Crew. There are some injured on board. The storm we been through has caused issues for us. We gladly let you on board for help."
"Received delta Friday 9. We are the British marine naval in support of the coast gaurd. Stand by as we will help rescue. Have a rope ladder down for boarding."
"Received." The client rushed to do exactly that. Trixie steps following and nods to Curiosity. He slide stare to his lord in more a concern for the gods injures. She sighed glad he doesn't change, waved some energy their way to help induce healing. Leaves following the over excited man trying to thimble about to the access point. He managed by himself and the spirit type hide away again. Leaving only the masked folks and human crew visible. Trixie was stood in the way but a marine crew of the British navy walked through her. Proving no normal human could even determine her existence. It becomes clear that the captain had a fight with his own crew leading to many tied up to calm it down. It was lucky someone thought to continue stirring the ship during the conflict. Or that making from that part of the sea was worth documentation. Overall boat had a beating in several places. The over flooded engines had gave out just as it came to dock. No one could be arrested since it was off shore crimes.
"Excuse me, my lady." A random man approached Trixie but the normal people step to his side informing rhe man there no one visible there. The man struggled as he could describe Trixie to fine detail but baffled people all the same. Trixie makes a pose and faded into shadow and that man then collapsed in shock.
"The curse of the sea upon us!" For the man's own safety, was given sedative and brought on the navy raft for emergency treatment. As delirium is a major sign of dehydration or worse harms. The British navy took over getting the ship to dock, putting it to a unused port. Emergency crew at stand by rushed taking patients. Several had minor issues and were let to be sorted by the paperwork stuff. Trixie finds a bench on land, over looking a statue of King Arthur. She was joined by the rest of the group, including Curiosity holding Omens. Looking out the horizon they came from.
"We made it." Greyhound muttered.
"We sticking together or heading out separate ways?" One the young folks asked.
"Depends on being accepted into another monarch lands." Pride worried.
"It be better if we were under the same crest. But that isn't always going to happen." Reasons another. The silence as they can't hear the ocean. None the sounds life makes was crashed distracting them. It just dull white noise pitched forever. Human mouths for emergency workers flap. The rush of getting everyone off the boat. Pulm of black thick smoke coals with red white rage. The metal melted and bent in places. Lives on the line. Death stands recording souls. Another day and another hour. The moonlight rises as the flames quel down. The ship scraps stay sunk in the unused port. An investigation crew inspects the overall tale of events.
"I got that the captain was trying to traffic drugs." Exclaimed of the undertakers.
"The deal turned when the hired god follower had turned them over. Its why the navy was ready to receive us. Not the normal coat gaurds. They were armed to kill." Another over casts.
"Shame the innocent people who had no clue that worked the engines was killed."
They poured over these things of their own training to be used to this undertaker side of work. None of them realized the approach of an interested crowned monarch. Trixie leans their way in saying she knew they were there. Posed of silence and she turned back acting indifferent. Curiosity was the next one to notice and was ordered silent too. He complies.
"I am the king among the crows." The monarch speak breaking the little group. Half the group takes bow instantly. Those that didn't were; Greyhound, Pride, Curiosity and Trixie. Posed walker greeting instead and leery of lowering themselves to unknown and unworthy. The king is impressed. He was glad there was experienced and inexperienced.
"You know how it is around here. Kingdoms rise and fall at these flimsy boundaries. Welcome to British boundaries. I am sure your experience and knowledge will be of use among us. It's good to see you haven't been taken by the enemy or soul sold. Treated as guests until you can settle in." Lifted a undertaker portal for crossing to undertakers realms hub. The polite gesture of letting them pass is pay by coin. So they weren't indebted. Trixie left a flower tribute to the king statue as she makes herself last to cross. Only Curiosity bothers to keep her with them.
"I am not letting you run away." His cold hand pulls her to follow, taking a possessiveness. She's not entirely certain why he seems still wanting to stay attached to her. She the one with knowing the history outside of this tome space. So what exactly was it about inside this time space that drives him to attach to her? Even if he has icy hands, she finds her own heart beat a spark from the gesture. He tugged in hugging her from leaving if they stood on spot about anything. She wasn't listening to the explains the crow monarch had playing. Peering only a glance back to the portal closed of the lone shore.