The bed was the same sheets as always, soft and deep purple. She knows this ceiling with drapes of cloth from all around the Sigil paths. The wood panels of carved arts being tributes to the many tome keepers. The bed side has always a glass of water. She felt the plastic mask over her nose and mouth, the tube to a air tank.
"About time that the little human girl was awake." The grey black scales of a reptile person, head shape and small horn bread. The narrow eyes piercing yellow. A jaw line that could eat her whole. They were half naked in clothing, but it suited the race's style. There wasn't much of a chest and it doesn't have nipples like a human man does. Claws then fingers but could articulate them like fingers. It deep stares into her and she doesn't seem to have a reaction about them. He moved forwards to maybe provoke, watching how her eyes study him.
"This isn't the burning hospital for sure." She muffled under the mask, "Are my grandparents here?" the demon reptile moved in returning personal space and scratched his chin, a few skin flakes of the reptiles shedding skin drafted and he tilted in thinking very hard about her words, "Are the tome keepers of mortal shape nearby?" it jolts at shock of her speaking his language.
"Yes, this place is where they live and keep the tomes that the gods cant access." She turned back to staring about the ceiling and relaxed a little, "Are you a keeper of a tome?" She smirked with no word reply. She notes she isn't on a IV drop anymore.
"I am sorry about the guy that they handed to protect me. He was salt and ash underneath my hospital bed. He should have been free instead of looking after a child such as me. I have find the way this family works ignores basic rights sometimes. Although, the tomes are equally uncaring of mortal timings. He wasn't your type but maybe you knew him since he has the same sort of regrets as you." She peers in how the lizard man gave a bowed of respect.
"Just remembering him is an honour. If we forget those we love, we stand to loose these things forever." She smiled in such universal concept being explained once more, and she felt reflective of a lot of things.
Lazing to stare at nothingness - particularly of fond memories that grained deep into her depths. There was so many vivid things she felt and all that more she could almost reach to touch within the clouding of nothing. Its funny how space folds and bends and warps how enacting law brings. Yet meanwhile for her, she could reach boundary curtains, the veil of perception that hide the hidden. She can feel the infinite space and depths between the curtains, the sort of atmospheric pressure that warps these curtains to flay in set ways. She could tell about the creatures that exist in these layers, how fondly that she treasures these cute things.
"Its a privilege to be a part of someone's time and even the smallest seconds spent helps you be woven in larger grander things. Even for someone that spends a few seconds to reach out a thought towards others is energy that drives the lifeforce and power." She sees that such profound words fell to deaf ears. She sensed such weight under her shadow, as if bond was placed over her to prevent her moving in this time. According to her mask, someone casted a temporary hold spell and location tracking. Its lack of divine power would tell it was a spell craft of darkness or borrowed by a demons. She easily could break it but at the same time - it was reassuring the likely people that cast it. So it was more comfortable, she adjusted it manually given spells like this were just ribbons of letters and shapes.
"Good that your finally awake." she peers towards the sound direction, the bedroom door open with her grandmother, "Are you able to answer questions at the moment?"
"It depends on the questions but I am feeling better." knowing that her grandmother should have asked about her well being more then just assuming. But then again, there a sort of curtain made by negative that fell at that response in grandmothers eyes. It matters not if the girl was healthy or not. There a vague de ja vu, that expression is given to those that will be devoted to the tomes in a matter of blood pact and soul binding. It's not going to work on me. I should escape from here too, I guess. Maybe I could fight in the graveyard like the first time.
"It's about the books you are hiding. Where are they?" putting the tray of food at Lea's feet, away from reach but while also seated to reach a right hand over her. Instinctively Lea throw that hand away from her, breaking the spell craft being casted. The active refusal laws are in affect, breaking other spells of the same vain (subject to word casting).
"I am not one of you. Stop treating me like a puppet. I am sure you have bigger concerns then asking where a bunch of tomes are kept. Especially since they been there since they were made. Maybe consider that I am already bond to those tomes. Stop assuming my age as the look that I am. I know I am a young little human girl but it doesn't change the other side's knowledge. If you going to grovel in status or fear of wronging the tomes, I would rather you bowed your head softly and say sorry. Unless you really messed things up, then maybe kneel." Her grandmother frowned deeply and has the food tray passed to the lizard, gesturing that the child isn't allowed it.
"I wouldn't assume this child for a" the lizard whined in pain for being to slow and quickly leaves with the food. Lea sits up for now, shuffled to lean on the head board of the bed.
"You're normally a behaving child. I suspect the incident changed you." Offering her right hand again. In rejecting this offer, Lea to use the Clothus gestures of refusal; a prolonging series of hand gestures that enacted a breaking curse or regret chains. It so shattered the castings of her shadow too. It made no move on her grandmother but she knew with such a complicated and perfected craft that the spell she attempted was failed. She sighed in aggravation of the child misbehaviours, blaming up bringing in a lowly houses in poor background.
Cast of remove binding enactment, successful. Target is unable to soul cast over you and is unable to charm you. Target's spell has rebounded; cast of servitude has been implanted - target is unable to refuse the demands of the caster. This should have been soul binding but give its rebound - its temporary to this realm and lasts only four weeks.
"I command that you tell me where your keeping all the tomes you have." Lea voiced.
"Several locations but the most important few are bound by ther tome keepers. This house has only a small fraction of minor realms." Her grandmother jolts at holding her hand to her lips.
"Yeah, you were trying to soul bind me. That's what you get for being so assuming." Lea crossed her arms. Spell is being countered now, unsuccessful for now. Estimation of breaking before duration is possible. I am just going to have to run away now then after.
"I command that you give me your cash and that you think I am still locked in this room. You are going to stay here instead. I command of that you forget about me at the end of the spell cast. You should just continue finding your son's, since they have nothing to do with me. My own father has nothing to do with me. He has no child." the spell worked this time too, but it was the only times it going to. Money of 10,000 dollars in the neat expensive designer wallet was passed over to her. Her grandmother helped remove the gas mask and had this dazed peering about her, unable to fit in what Lea's face looks like. Lea thought about using the bedroom door and instead took move to the bathroom. Her grandmother stays seated at the bed, holding her head confused. Lea uses this torn wall panel between the bathroom and bedroom, making into the between walls.
Lea has to crawl and makes it to the air vent. Uses the air vent to get out of here. Her shadow puts the panel and air vent back as it was and her mask over her face to see where she's going. She stays to the next grill, listening.
"I will not be bound by these useless paper strips!" The hidden rooms of bound tome keepers, traitors of the spirit side of the Seer's and thrown away contract beings. There a few spies among them for and against Seer.
"Shut up, these are blood binds. Only a Seer can remove them." She hears them turn silent as there was shuffling, the stench of decay. The pattern of this shuffle was someone taken possession of a corpse. Or it was a soulless. The fear in the chained beings was as high or higher as the thing approaches. It weezes and lung popped, uncomfortable gurgles. It stops softly close by. It smacked it mouth loudly and then was running, thrown itself on the wall beside the air vent. At it fullest ability, pulled the air vent messing off the wall.
"Aaaawwawwa!" it tossed the part aside and posed hands in grappling the air in front, "Lady." She rolled eyes as this thing was one of her many under her mask, "Lady." It repeats and she got out. It pulled into hugging her and checking her over, lip smacking a lot. Hugs her again. She lets the thing do as so. Its not the worst and she extra glad to not ate anything.
"There. there." patting it, "Where is leaving to living realm?" It nods a lot and takes her left hand with its own. It walks them through the corridor of feared looking chain bound beings, "This side of the family are nice people but I don't trust them. You shouldn't trust them either." She tells the Dementor. It nods with her, "We should free some of these trapped. Which ones should I free?" It posed in pause to think about it. It walks her around to some folks. A few undertakers with crests she seen before. Especially the Unicorn and Dragonfly. It made her free three demons. One a merchant she trades with. The other two were 'teachers', at least its how she knew them. It takes them out this corridor of beings and to the locked sealed library, pointing to this place. She looked at the spells craft, this was divine god powers and she especially looked at how the wording was of an elder eldritch horror sort.
"The king in yellow?" it nodded at this but it wouldn't be the true him, rather it was likely a horror spin off of the concept which happens a lot to popular ones, Selnder man is an example of this, "Sure... release this monster." she doesn't break the spell. She just peels the complete spell like plastic off a screen. She rolls it up and stored it away for later use for something else, "I wonder what Chaos god monster has planned once this thing was free." She opens the door, letting the air burst. A kneeling figure bound in cloth, blood and wax. In a ritual circle, hand bound to holding a book up. She sees that the Dementor stays stood here. She lets it off her and she walks into the room. The walls are covered in chicken corpses, the heads in the circle and the black coal script over all the walls. She makes it around to the book. She flips a few pages. She then removed the book out of the bound hands of the stranger. The finger joints closed in a crispy sound.
"What walked the mortal realm to touch such a book?" it sounded concerned.
"A thing that devours soul names." She replies, "Now off you pop. You don't belong here." she snapped her finger and it sank. The bindings fell empty and the candles of black turned white. The room flickered of divine cleansing. She packed away these cloth bindings as she knows they be useful for something, "Its nice to have one my missing books back." she steps to leave but ducked from the lethal intent. A being from one the coal drawing came alive and through a spear. This spear thuds into the Dementor, which posed all annoyed of not being able to die - regardless of the divine weapon stuck through its stomach. The pole is stuck through, poking out the back. It makes a lot of gurgles and the drawing fella rans back into the wall in fear. The dementor being even more pissed, chases after it. Right through the drawing as its own chalk being. Left her behind alone.
"Great." She checked for any commotion from the rest of the house yet and makes it back around the back of the house, the servant area. She heard approaching movement and had to take the nearest door to evade. She in the main tome library now.
"We are luck to even be aware of there being tomes like that." mid talks about some recent discovery, "That such books are in a unknown materials." She ducks around the shelving. Her shadow side opens tomes for tweaking name conditions and stealing whole books that weren't tomes. She hide on a bottom shelf as someone shuffles the area for something.
"What is up with that smell?"
"One the dementors must have escaped the ring corridors again. Demons servants will sort it out." the spraying aerosol into the air. She hold breath to not make that cough. Once it settles, the were back to the middle area, "There has to be a human keeper attached to this sort of tome, given the gods cant see it - not even death."
"It cant even be touched even if the undertakers can see them. At best a specially hard to find type of demons could but they cant be controlled by our influences." they all acted startled as the double doors at the other end are slammed. A bunch of fighting soon happens. The undertakers she freed had came in here for something. But with this being a free for all, she used her shadows to stretch all over the room - storing everything selectively faster. The tome they had been talking about was a segment from the god realms, a crystal fragment of the Sigil tech. She pockets that like other things, she finds several death god scythes too. A crown... that be what these undertakers were after. She returned her shadow and slips past all this fighting, several undertakers peering darkly of her escaping them and to hands full to stop her. She finally makes it alone to a spot, coughing her lungs for a while. It was burning in her to do so for a while now. She cant let herself black out, leaned on the wall for balance. She sees another dementor of it waving for her to appraoch. But, she not that foolish as there was something about its eyes that looked wrong. They are hollow things of no soul... and yet this one is got soul. She peers back of the fighting catching up this way.
"If you are going to piss me off, I will swear to make you feel emptiness." She threats to it and takes around the corner carefully, "I hate this house." She shook.
"Really?" It asked and she glares, "I am the guy you freed from the ritual room." she still glares, "You're not a normal human either."
"Well." A middle answer enough to confuse, "You're borrowing the hollow corpse of the dementor to act in this timescape. Smart but it will curse you. Not that a nightmare cares about looking uglier." They moved together around this place, "Not that it matters. Are you a eldritch type? Wouldn't you be able to spook humans?" it stops her taking the wrong turn, "I hate the maze this house is. It plays on my dyslexia."
"Oh, I have never heard of a Seer having learning difficulties." it moved them around to the next place and they came in contact of undertakers, "Oh hey, friend enemies."
"Undertakers." She peers about the crests, "Its interesting that they are all different kingdoms. So this would be a joint effort on them about something. Something had to be changed."
"Maybe me?" the dementor posed.
"Nah, they likely looking for a bunch of death god scythes and a crown. I would argue that I am the one." She posed surrendering hands and the mock dementor followed her game. The undertakers jolt to defend themselves as they break formation to let a runic coal figure run past them, following the coal figure was her original dementor friend from before. Both at full run disrupting the organisation. The dementor body at her side take her left hand and sprints them both through the undertakers - taking his unique body for advantage. He slams the front door to fly open but was unable to exist past the doorway - as this was the end of that boundary for supernatural allowances. She takes chances and grappled hold of the soul that occupies the dementor body, holding a fragment of twisted unnatural crystal that looked like melted bones. She holds the soul close and takes her chances at running outside to the street.
She gives the area an scan and sees the family graveyard plot four streets over, it also meant that the convenient store and a ice cream shop was there. She pulled her shadow into cloak, given she not bothered about her clothing situation just yet. At least dressed in PJ's for a suitable age. She runs freely across grass gardens - trespassing past empty houses. This area was full of work away from home humans, and it was late morning maybe lunch - it be quiet empty enough for her to flee. She never looks back over shoulder about the chaos of the Seer house. Yet she is highly aware of several birds watching her, and pretend ones. She makes it to the open cemetery, using the grave stones to give her temporary stop for cover. Coughing lungs out and catching breath. She ached a lot and had given over stretched a leg muscle that wasn't ready yet for the event.
"There isn't many beings that can snatch a soul." She heard in her hands.
"They don't call me the void's touch for nothing." she huffed in holding the stone, "Maybe some improper introduction is needed." She looked around for the clear and carefully balanced the stone on a grave stone, hands guarding it from the death carriers nearby, "My Merchant of the paths nickname is Lady marionette. I am renounced as the soul name eater of the void. At some point I need to back reply to the title of death about any names he needed help fixing." She peers around, "The living realm isn't safe for someone locked as a soul stone. We need to take you back home."
"When you released me from my bindings, I had attached to your mortal form. So until death do us part." She shook at this.
"If that's the case, I should just eat you." She wagged her left hand, "But anyways, you able to touch my tome and that makes you one the few I am meant to be protecting the name of. You're name is under my title and not of life or death's whims." the sense of feeling passes that it was confused, "Don't feel like you want to try to understand that. It's complicated enough." She sees a passing car and took the stone and ducked hidden. She cloaked better and sits deep into the shade the gravestone provided. The car was parking and she hold quietly.
"I don't believe in fate, for the last time!" huffed someone at the car, "Or your divine voodoo." She chuckled at that being their conversation in a cemetery. A nearby death carrier lands right at the grave stone she hide at, spitting a paper evelope.
"Oooh, you got mail." the stone sassed. She torn it in two halves as this was a summoning ritual request, and if death knew better - he would know it would fail. But likely this was a minor death then the true top seated guy. The failed ritual turned into a feather and then into a new letter. She unfolds this one.
'Forgive my lower ranker, sometimes they forget to bother checking. Yet do please find yourself in the courts at the edge of realms.' she tucked that away. The carrier sighed, but she posed her left hand in offering a small morsal of questionable sourced meat. It makes click noises and eats in peace.
"Yes, of course it isn't hard to believe that a creepy strange little girl hiding behind a grave stone would be..." She looked up at the guy, her on hand holding the soul bone crystal stone close and the other still has some meat offering to the bird, "Damn it."
They hiss in frustration and turned away. having a grouch. Someone else walked over and lowers to kneel her height. The raven hops at her shoulder and the second stranger puts their fine coat over her shoulders.
"Curiosity?" she ponders that cold look at her, "Or is it Riddle?" She traced about his uniform being a hybird of undertaker and Omen's cult. He has a glamour to look human enough but she knew that clay like skin underneath the illusion, "At least you never change much. Still a follower of Omen's."
"And maybe expecting a fellow god follower to see right through is to be expected." He was making sure that she isn't hurt and she had to cough. Bringing them to be more concerned, "Why are you out here when your so unhealthy?"
"Asking why the kettle is black." Her stone chucked.
"Well surviving a burning hospital and being nearly gifted as a blood sacrifice isn't even part of the story." She sassed back, "You heading to the courts. I should come to. My old friends are missing me and being among the living has its challenges." She peers about the area, "We should leave before the dementors get here."
"Yes... why would they be here?" he looked about confused. She pulls them both to getting back to their car. She looked at the license plate, her shadow already using the internet to google up the registration. She peers how a angry fluffy bird was attacking fake ones, pulling the fakes for all its meats. She smiles in being glad Loki was enjoying himself. She sees her others having a field day, eating the unbelonging ones. Dismantling tracking cursing and other things. She stands about to go into the car, putting the stone in her hand through her chest - placed beside her heart and remade into a tattoo.
"Oh, then I will gift you some of my senses." her left eye changed, inverting the colours visible to her. She can see soul shapes and the creatures of the dreams clearer. She got into the car, seeing some the god vessels seated. The driver was a Glader... the elemental runic pattern of magic casters. The complaining guy (having a fuss about her smell) is both a Glader and Darkwood. His aura has elemental runic and wisps of damned. A fine clay mask hung away from her. Then there is the Undertaker god follower, his aura was icy and full of the expected pattern of runic ender castings.
She coughed a lot more and leaned weakly at the seat. Her left eye stays active even if she wasn't as a human. But her shadow makes time in her sleep to be active of writing some replies and sorting out the money to pay for things ahead. It went and shops at a human store with the money for clothing. It seems they are also driving their as humans.