Forced pulled the whole way, she had to some parts run to make up for the larger strides the human gaurd made. She doesn't voice complaint of being in pain by his grasp as they all were rough hands. She passes glass one way viewings. Their shared bedroom, the eating hall and even the play room are all this corridor. They pulled her to an elevator. They go up to ground level. This area looked more like a stately house, furnished in posh items or expensive art works. There children here reading books and mature... they all looked beyond years behind their eyes. Some stop to stare into her depth to test or scare her. These are chosen children with better clothing and educational backgrounds. The ones the Seers approve of raising among the tome rankers. The place it about making them obey to Seer's and the tomes whims. Everything is a taste of the afterlife about it, even the energy up here was wavelengths of many realms.
"You put your hands there." She thrown into a item. She imprefectly placed on the reader stone, it prompts her fake sigil ranker information, "That's very interesting." the demon leaned at some parts that weren't acting right. But then he sees that her hands aren't right anyway and chalked it to being poor connection of user to stone reader. Sigil signal active; data swapping... reader... error. error. error. Pre-set data displayed in the meantime. The demon scratched chin more and she moved hands off now.
"It cold." her normal complaint in every time she used it.
"Aren't you able to see anything?" the gaurd lowering to eyes and depth into seeking her out on any lies to follow.
"It cold." her only reply as always. The gaurd was done with her and snatched up her hand. Started drags her out of here. She now return grip of his hand and leached out his magic energy to be of use to her now. He fells to the floor.
"I am cold." He repeats in shivering, into body shock. She got off him and takes riffling through his pockets for things. Taking the lock card key to access what he does. She took a candy from his pocket too, mint candy he uses for his smokers habit. She isnt going to eat it, but it be a help to her plan. She left him laying the floor as she cant move him and it be a matter of time. She slips around the corridor, this ground floor has more human using facilties like a bathroom. She happily jumps at the chance to use it. Showering the smell off her and to use the soap these other kids do. Some spare clothing is here.
Skills of damned active and etiquette of a monarch. Passive skills triggered, you have now max levelled educational mental status. You could drive a car if your body could reach. This estate will have other modes of transport for escape. Given how cold it is outside, were not in america. Oh, yeah. You're currently in England. More exactly the Seer estate in the peak district. When there is a will, there will be a way. Place has bus stops and tourist for historical monuments.
She observed the whole place in silence, walking around in blended in among the children of the chosen. There is a teenager set of them with their own phones, money wallets and bus cards. She witnessed how rude and lazy in thier age they are. It was that much more easier to frame them against each other for stolen money and displaced bus cards. Phones werent touched, she didnt want her photo taken by any fail password entries. But there is a stupid kid among here that has no password lock on the phone. The only smart thing about their lacking password is the lacking bank cards saved. But it was access to bus time tables and basic internet. She didnt look up just one but 43 different uk locations she could reach within bus range. More red herrings for searching. She booked three unpaid flights to random desinations too, over kill. But dealing with tome keepers, it was needed. The last few things she can do was use apps that were already there to open. There was a left signed in school app. They are attending a secondary school attached college with a reputation that stenches of demon realms. They used this phone to search online attendance to a university, but it wasn't to elaborate. There was some searches that had to be homework related and there is a webpage open on profiles of students, very stalker vibe. But she was done now, phone left back onto the charger. She moved away to the main library to hide among the shelves. The big strum of searching is at peak. The ground floor kitchen, although it would been nice for her to steal food there, was cleaned out by security seeking her. Her clothing from the bathroom wasn't discovered but the cold guy was sitting down catatonic rocking. A whistle was blown and all the nearby kids sighed in aggravation of being treated like a stupid child not listening. They do head count and register time (nicknames told and child replies). A while of waiting for the kids to do as they are told to for a 'practice drill'. All that should be accounted for are at least here. She is squeezed along a bottom book shelf waiting. Plenty of demon folks have failed to register her.
"She will not have ran far and given how soulless she is. It wouldnt be long for her to be snapped up by undertakers and sent back to us." There a stare upon the man that lost his mind, "He must have touched one the books." not convinced until seeing proof otherwise.
"Here." A mock human in a matching gown she was just wearing was tossed to them. A demon huffed, "In the trash shoot." Her mask side was putting a human sized doll to test for it being emergancy escape from the basement level. That was months ago, before she was awake now. Only now did they find this. Sheesh. The mock human doll was not convincing to her as a mock human. But they waved and off the doll goes to be tossed into the basement. The bullies couldn't tell her and the doll apart. SO she can rely on the bullies to play her on as a human for a bit longer. It buys time. These folks were gullible at glace for the unpolished mock doll.
"And that's why you made us stand here and waste time." The child disburse without command angry of being lumped in by such thing. Several making comments of that not even being a human, so they seen through the plastic face. The man in charge, cares little. He thinks it was somewhat to plan and solved the headache. Eliza sensed he wasn't a fooled for the doll but that her intelligence being measured to make such plans was interesting for him. He brought out his phone and was soon making in house security checks of his own.
She uses the slip of servants or staff around here to slip it to the servant side. She then used a busted wall panel to crawl between rooms, as just as the American house was stuffed of corpses in the walls This estate is also full of the same deal. It's disgusting that they were consistent. She makes it around to the busted bit of wall that into the staff break room. It has nothing food wise but there is a fridge of water. A kettle for tea and the kit for tea. She takes four waters, three to storage. She downed the whole bottle in quenched thirst. She used the bathroom to sparce up and slips evade gaze from someone coming into the break lounge. She makes it out to the staff corridor and quickly to the back door where they are moving trash bags. She takes an empty bag and wrapped into it. Her shadow tied it in mirror of the others. It wasn't long that she added into the bin, they were to talktive between them to check. Pissed about cut salary instead of minimal wage rises. The bins wheeled to the street kerb. She gets out now, ripped out the black bag and out. She assessed who seen her and anyone that questions her. She moved fast since it was a quiet country lane of no one around. The bus time table was different to the live information she read up on the phone before getting here. She knew to avoid this bus stop from that. She keeps moving in following a farm trail and over a cow feild fence. She spots the trail markers for the peak district. She sees a corner shop and a small town road. A primary school up there too. She cant use that shop. So keep moving. A visitor centre would be of better way out of here and buying food. She breaks trackers to this spot, any spell binders that they be using to keep an eye. They can spy a tree now. They can assume she went to the corner shop for food and expect her back there. She keeps to the peak trail knowing it will lead her to people places. A food place and buses. She trusts her instinctive ideas to take the bus to a location of undertakers that aren't of Seer's reach.
"No. No. No... dont say it." She smirked in hearing his voice up head.
"But it always just our luck." His raven bird ally huffed, "You end up in some sitation with the darkness and she appears."
"What are you arguing about?" The mage human at his side in being confused of the one sided argueing Mat was having, "You trying to not accept fate or something?" Mat grappled the guy's collar and shakes him good.
"You did it. You had to say it." Mat looked around paraniod.
"Am I really that scary?" She speaks thier language fluently and caught up to them plenty from all that shouting. She waved her hand hot from all this hard work. She gladly takes the seat offered to her, a carved bench of a fallen tree. They were in woods that farmers were protecting for conserving some plant or animal species. Given the tree's with metal tags and paint dots, it was something to do with that. A water bottle out from what seems a pocket, "I guess a random girl without anyone appearing in a woods in the middle of no where is terrible. But it isn't really that random. I just hitch hiked from the slip town that way." it was actually further but she wasnt caring about the details, "So what is it about around here that had you need me?" She cant see it and they know she can't. But she can feel that something that loves her was scenting her up. She had to just sit through it and bare with until she can figure out which one of pets it is. There are a lot to track.
"You called it Morpheus." She clearly can see Omen's and hear him.
"The dream eater?" She ponders, "Well I guess he went searching for me when I got recycled." She rolled shoulder, "He often a good boy that is harmless to even you undertakers and gods alike." She posed open arms and there now appears a big fat cat of black fur. Curled in a cuddle in her arms. She kissed the kitty cat's head and it purred. She gently gets him back to sleep, he disappears again, "A good boy." She back to relaxed, removed shoes from blistered heels. She checked over how bad they are and was clearly in discomfort. She sits holding arms in being cold too, now she stopped walking.
"I can't beleive this." Mat taking his coat off and over her, "And who are you running away from this time?"
"Just another day of not trying to be blood sacfice to the tomes... again." She takes his coat off, "I am just going to slow you both down. I just have to figure it out for myself." he puts it back to her shoulders, "I dont want to go back to the basement again." he stayed at her shoulder at hearing that. The mage with him doing a strange pose.
"The Seer's are cultit afterall." Mat holding her down to her seat, "And they be tracking you, so its already to late." She knocked him off her again.
"It be no different if you sent me to the Fallown's." She returned his coat, "You seriously are the real clinging one here." She leans at putting sheos back on, "Just leave me behind. You have a job to do." coat back around her and this time she the one man handled. Dangling her under his arm, its not a comfortable hold. But with a bit of some casting. He was bond to her and she is let back down. She could break the bond like she had others. She sees the tevering anchor points, but in a off way - it was nice he was worried about her. Not for the greatest of reasons to be. She really was to about break the connection when they were fast moving to a tomb stone site that this forest hide. The information plaque reads a sort of iron age or pre dating site that be considered a church ground or ritual site for dead passing.
"Do we get to bother with any cute nicknames?" Mat holding her shoulder constantly to stop her.
"At least I am not the creepy shadow lady you had next door." She digs at him and he really grappled her shoulder for that, "Ouch." She pulled his hand looser, "I am a human, you know?" He eased in not meaning to hurt her, "I get it, I always seem to carry around misfortune when we met. But I guess that's just how it is. I dislike being a burden over you as much as having to repeat the same things again and again. Sometimes you remember me and sometimes I am a total stranger that doesn't leave you alone. You don't always remember everything either. You're selective way of distrusting me has its reasons. You are always cautious." He soften a lot in that grasp over her shoulder. They are in the main chamber now. The mage here setting up a summoning circle.
"Maybe I should ask if you know the best way to summon the target we need." Omens pipes in.
"Well are you offering a hand to the lady of summons to make it perfect or are we trying to impress her with something else." Eliza asked Omen's directly but kept to mage language, "On further ask, is this a divine place she taking a target or a hellscape? She have to need her sibilings help if there was a far reach, you know?"
"My god asked her about the summoning right." Mat clarifed to the mage setting things up, the guy waved a mummy wrapped hand to them. She give a thumbs up, it was perfect condition, "If I recall right, we are summoning a demon with a name."
"You should ask Decker then, his the demon summoner type under his sister." Mat is confused in what information she got that from and isnt really sure of her context. Omen's was scratching his chin about there being a family of beings that contorl the magic of summoning, "But the hand will still be needed as he would tranfer your demon to the sister, so she still needs her hand price. But you need more sand." She moved away from mat and right over in sprinkling some sand over the summon circle in the right spots, "And a little bit of...." She pulled a vile and it dripped on the hand. They moved back as now the mage asked politely to summon request the choosen demon. The demon flung from worlds and was thrown into the human host. Give a moment of sycnornizing and contract bonding deals. Mat pulled her away from the demon mage. Back to his protective space. She waved to Summons as lady summons left gifts and waved back. Her shadow taking up those items. Omens leans perplex that the girl can see summons and wondered what the girl sees of the goddess made of hands.
"I love her style. It's the most practical inhuman use of hands I have ever seen." She thinks out loud, "They look like they getting on well. This demon isnt enough prize skin or meat to be poached, so you might get a use of the guy for longer." She smirks in how that made both mage and demon turn at her with malice, "very cute. So are you guys going back to the towers?"
"And you're under my watch." Mat huffed in getting her out first, "Last thing I need is a brat scared of everything."
"Maybe Omen's would be more scared, but me... I love them. I love creepy horror. The broken things that adapted are always the most intersting. A story to learn they are." Mat holding her both shoulders to stir her to keep going with them. He ignored her commentary. The mage behind with the demon is still wrapping around what the girl was really. Both concluding that she's not human inside. Omens lands on her head as now they walked together along the trail. She sing song in keeping as Omen's directed. It put even Mat to sing along warmly.
"It is not everyday that I have to ask this." they made it to a side slip road with parking, "But why do we have a little girl here?"
"Man, these folks love dumb questions." She muttered.
"It isn't stupid if you consider that the concern is kidnap." Omens flaps a wing at her.
"But I came of my own free will to get out of a dangerous place. That doesn't seem so must a kidnap then more a you're picking up lost puppy from the house fire." Gladly her way of talking to the bird on her head was answered enough for others to sort of get it.
"She is both a Seer and Fallown. I don't think we can return her now that my lord has gotten attached to her."
"I am not stealing your job. You're the god follower. I am a book keeper. See simple." Knocking his arm.
"It has to be destiny." the mage with the demon having a personality change, "Besides, the behind human flesh is maybe worth having around often."
"At least demon summoning was scucessful." the small bit of texting and then the slow pointing by everyone that she was why, "A mircale from the gods."
"Nah, maybe omens. But I am very not that nice to have around. You know a demon is twisting words. I didnt come here because I wanted to be. I was just leaving out of the house of murder." the pause of texting on a phone and Mat having to pat her shoulders tight again, "Look its just complicated. I am not a good or bad thing. I just am not among the divine sorts either. I am a oath ranker of my own will. Not the tomes. That's a very important note."
"A mircale from the rift between hell and heaven." is the correction made, "Not to be trusted or fooled by girlish appearance. Mage in half control of the demon." message sent. Everyone piles into the car. She is seated at mat's side, "What ranking are you?"
"Cog oath of the outsider." Is her full title in talking sigil ranking, just her saying triggered red warning panels to those around her if they could see them. At this moment, just omens and the demon to seen that red warning. She watched the outside window for most of the driving, feet up and someone provided blister plasters has gone a long way. The frist proper meal she had was at the town village they stopped at. In a pub. Mat paid the tab. She did however feel a little bad he did when she could afford it.
Given they were too far away for one trip back, they stayed in a pre paid rooms at an inn. She was happy to sleep the sofa but once she was deep sleep. Mat scooped her to his bed. Seated himself at her side on a chair. He was wide awake with asking a lot of questions to Omen's. For once, Omen's didnt have answers. Omen's could only really apologies as he could only really account her mortal life details and the vague glitchy information the sigil panel offered. Her rank was all he can confirm, and appoint as reason for her strange. Omen's was about to speak of how her rank over sides him and yet not at all, but it was late enough and Mat's already sleeping in the seat. By the morning. Mat was awake to having been covered with a blanket for warmth. The dripping tap in the bathroom. She seated at the small table desk here, on a laptop that must be the information survey she needs to do in order to be signed up for Mage tower residency. She seems to worked out the laptop functions enough to have it read words that she couldn't read and a google tab for looking up definitions. The basic information was accurate enough, such as family names and emergency contacts that weren't available anymore. She clearly was researching up information about her grandfather for some reason, has he was main contact - not her mother as expected. Going by the start of that phone number, it was a Florida resident.
"Lea, you're American?" He reads over her shoulder.
"I have the flight information." She pulled a old airport boarding pass put to her side, "That was my arrival to England." He picked it up with inspecting the authentic side of it, "I can't give you my passport." She was typing in nationality as Duo. Being both American and British, "It was sent off for confirmation to retain my British passport." He returned her plane ticket and looked over the information she added in just now, such as seemingly memorized her passport number. It's not something on her plane ticket.
"I need to know about your abilities, since I am the one going to be looking after you." She knew the age gap wasn't that extreme between them, but in a legal stand point - he was qualified to do so. And for a first in a while, she was really looking at him from a surface perspective. He looked younger then he was, older in his gaze and the Celtic runic mark that is normally hidden was adding to his natural features. Dark eyes that looms more grey then colour. Brown hair long and always tied back. He still suited being a runway model to her, or like one them pose folks for stock footage for a movie poster. No long brim hat though, but she can fix that.
"I have a lot of abilities around soul manipulations. I can do a lot of scary things and I see a lot of scary things. But its needed as the sort of keeper of the book. It's not just accessing the tomes of life and death. It's the forbidden parts too. Parts that god's can't. I am often seek out for such editing. Always are their beings from no where interested in my advice." She told him honestly at face value in full English. Not a word deviated into some other language, "Of course I can use magic, jut not the same method as mages. Do I control them... well... I not a harm to those around me at least. But soul names is something important to me. I take such things with pride and care." She turns back to the laptop, "If you remember anything of our history, you would not relax around me." back to typing needed parts filling in. Like bank details. She has a bank account.
"I don't really understand what the all means." So its why she didn't need to have words altered when telling him. He wasn't able to comprehend it. She could tell even Omens in having understood her is also stumped. She lets go of the subject at least for now.
"You're a rune word user." Omens could get that much, "Rune's are the language of souls. So with enough learnt runic lettering, she could do a lot and little. Given she a keeper of the tome, she would have a segment to obligated to over see. There will likely be a lot of death and life gods seeking her to edit her segment of book." Mat can nod at this at least, "She has no practical uses of her magic, it has to be applied in some way for her to do casting." he seems lost again at not understanding that last part, but it will do.
He takes her application from her in finishing with his own details, as it was his part to fill anyways. The mage that took in the person of interest. She gave him the desk spot to type in stuff. he focused hard and thier room door is knocked on.
"Yo!" the demon mage from yesterday and the lady that met up with them after, "Wow, you're hair is strange." She felt very concious of this comment, hand brushed through her hair in feeling texturing. The lady punched the guy and asked in gesture about Mat. Lea posed about typing in a computer. Finger guns by the weird demon that tried to push himself in. Yet he seems unable to enter. The lady entered fine. Lea posed down about the salt line, and the lady praised her for smart thinking in protecting them.
"Gladly that demon isn't a threat to us but it is smart to have these strange practices." the lady ignoring the demon guy at the door. Mostly that she was asking if mat needed any back up with the tower form and was happy to pull up an classified information. Rubber stamp a back ground check on the girl.