The way their mask side is lacking the many seals that human side does. Then there is that one thick veil over the mask that humans don't. But none of the inhabitants on these boundaries have this aspect of sight bindings. Only outsider folks. I am the one that can touch those bindings freely as no one else does. I seen clothus do it but they are a ingima to the other soul beings. Just another observation I keep to myself... I miss sharing the unique views with someone.
She flattened the material as per always on a table surface. She sank her hand through with lifting stock up to surface level. Sets her the skull head for hanging display and untangled the amulet necklaces. She is barely ready to be trading when she is approached by folks. They at least are folks whom traded with her before or were told by someone that has. The gesture of time, house, dream, and book. They have one her stamp cards as she would give for oath hunter jobs. There a lot of fuss that she was required to follow them.
But she stayed resilient to wanting to continue getting ready for open trades. They don't have time to fuss her in the court houses as they think they do. She not convinced of any crimes, nothing that real evidence can prove. She continues with the small samples of candles lifted from the table surface. The lifted a chunk of wood that has a carved creature. She lifted another display skull but this one has many sized ring types. Some were valued, some were found on her beach and most were the remains of rings she crossed among ashes or fallen ones. The soul aspect of these rings are removed and are just decorative pieces.
"Miss Trixie." She moves around to now lift a stool to perch on. She adjusted her cloak and doesn't react to her nickname in the slightest. She was testing them and thier patience. Using it the judge her level of engagement.
"Teixeira." She crossed her arms and legs in being rudely named this way. Proving this was some with a soul connection. She knows it had to be Omens but at this point this wasn't a given, sometimes her past comes back to haunt her. Or hunt her.
"I request your assistance in helping souls." She swaps legs but is unmoved otherwise, "Put the true title of death back together."
The long stare match. The occasional waft hand or hand gestures to carry the point across her again. She rolls her left hand wafting them away.
"You can't force them back together if they don't want to." She removes a wood log from the side of the cloth and a knife she uses if she wasn't in the mood of showing her claws, "His on holiday and you cant force him. You can find an alternative for the time being or just change the system. But the law of life and death will still prevail even when there isn't a personification to talk directly to. His still around, just not so openly as it was." She makes some bold chops and then eases into the main meat of the wood. Not really following any sort of ideas but rather just letting it come to her. The guy before her snarls at such reply.
"I want to instead make an official complaint to who is in charge of how things are." She makes about bold cut and this time it fell to their foot. Making them back away from her in more mood. She stays chill and carves as she pleases.
"It depends on what value you give towards what system of powers. Where do you think obtaining power is from? Gods are just souls like the rest of us. They love, live, hate and die in the same cycle of existence. They sway over interesting principles, complexities that as a collective value. There has to be a divide for what is worth it." She twirls her unfinished carving in poses and softly rolls the knife in shaving with care. She takes stare into the being before her, "I am not unvaluing principal. Rather pointing out how we all see these values and scale them to how we see them. There aren't many things that are unchanged. Even perspective can be changed." She turns back to carving, "We all love and cherish different things. That much is the paradox." She sensed that whomever was here for something had now become deflated and defeated entirely.
They had to walk away in stagger steps with the bunt way she spoke. She finds herself back to carving on the silence. Unlike the living human realm where there is even the sound of your own breathing to occupy thought. This place is soundless. Even those walking by are mute. Sound does not travel. Sometimes even the notion of being seen at all by those passing by.
Its why she chooses to do abnormal things to make herself attractive for approach. Carving away random statues. Using the fly away wood dust to make them pay mind of her. The very posture she takes is relaxed, being someone that has no reason to be hostile among a path walker way of many armed to the nines for precautions. Even here in silence, watching the spirits pass by. There still laws of sight. Still the bindings that blind some spirits from each other. How dreamers melt through those full present. God spirits passing shoulder with damned. Demons and angels unable to see each other in this strange highway of spirit walking.
"Knock knock." She back to carving a few times and then shows interest to this approach being. Another oddity trying to steal from her or scheme her. Plenty do.
"No souls, soul names or objects contained of soul are not traded here. I am not for sale in all my shapes and peices." She flakes a few wood chips there way in testing them. Once she felt up their pockets in shadow use, she has a good idea of the sort being is here.
"I came to make a demand as one monarch to another." Her knife stuck through in haulting her carving. Its rare anyone does this. Appeal to her title of hidden undertaker monarch. It makes sense that only another undertaker monarch would know. Monarchs in visiting another's territory can sense where and measure the soul powers of the crown owner. Not all crowns look as they expect.
"I have nothing much in offering, no undertaker under my crest. I don't even play the chess game. So you come to appeal for me to be more proactive, to what end?" She puts the half carved wood block aside to give proper look as equal with this one. She can recognize an old freind, even if they don't her. This monarch is the one she came under before things turned bad. Fate is playing with dangerous fire.
"You're not the little human afraid of the dark anymore." Maybe as monarchs they have some ability to recount things. There isn't a manual in how to use the king or queens powers. Even now, Eliza had not enacted the use of these things directly due to interference it could have made.
"There has been plenty of changes and very little time spent. Although, I guess some scars can't be erased." She knows very well this monarch. Before her was one among that torso pile all those broken realms of time. She read the blood crossed name in the tome. She can even understand that this was someone that knows her days during enslavement to a clothus.
"You managed to come back. Broken chains. Made a place for yourself beyond this universe." She stands now with the stook chair slide back to her shadow. She leaned at her table in playing it calm. Breaking the serious tension this monarch is trying to cast over her.
"What are you trying to appeal for? You wish my alliance? My lands? A dual?" She has several set of left arms posed to each option. Sure they flinched in her lacking human traits but they stay strong in conviction to this.
"Regulatory compliance of the tomes." Eliza clicked her tongue and puts away the spare hands. One new hand is out with posing the mail she has from death. Some of his last orders to her before he left the post, "You should be more public about it." She puts the mail away. Sighs in getting it would be wise.
"You really want that?" She pulled away the cloth of her trades, things automatically put to her storage, "You know the up roar it will release over your little game among you monarchy?"
"I betting for it. I have plans. A sake to sweep from the cascade. I am calling in the favour you promised to owe me." The one she made as a pure human with being unable to know her promises. It's different now but she can't take back this favour.
"It will not take long for me to settle in and scare the sheep. You no longer can claim any debts with me. Clean slate as you will. We can have a future trades or something." The monarch walks away now. She sees the short time they had left. But a promise is a promise.
"Franklin!" She shouts and soon fast from crawling the depth of her inky shadow underneath her, "Wow, from there. Sure." She helps them off the floor, "My king in yellow. Will you inform all needed of my climb to the top?" They kneel to her in shiver, "Not one. But four times something required me to the court of gods. Several broken sigil panels. Now... people call in to make it my business." She puts her hand over them and brought them into undertaker form, "I will be taking the court wolves under too. Those able to fit the positions needed. I am even going to rake in the dementor, damned and hollowed ones. We are restoring the supernatural phenomenon of the tomes." The glimmer of pride in the nightmare made undertaker before her, "Nocturm is being moved to the waking world and will be the tome Regulatory department." He jumps in a squeak and was fast at gate summons for action.
"I am so ready for you." She heard and was soon snatched backwards. The goddess of summons is turned to be one creepy stalker. Ready to dress up Eliza in a moments fling to pose her as placed. Another new outfit that highlights beautiful creep. Open stomach dress to match the gaping hole as some fashion style. Further was the attention to detail to add all the emblems need to signify true goddess of soul writing. Going at a guess that lady summons spent a lot of care in design ever little part for Eliza alteration into goddess among the concepts.
"And done." Summons towered over Eliza with all the many disembodied hands clap. It was being well proud. There really isn't time for her to know what she looks like. Once summons had moved herself aside, it was apparent that the lady had to much time on her hands. That a doll in this outfit has a domain made of all sorts materials sourced from the abyss of Noctorm.
The floor is even covered in cloth scrap materials woven into rugs. The summons had everything... light, shape of the room and even the stain glass windows from the remains of church grounds. Art that Eliza draw through her many lives is mosaic across one corridor. Oh yeah, this isn't just a room. It's the entire god domain under Eliza. Even a place for the death crows to snack on dream worms. Bone trophies with embedded realm runic marks to preserve the peices. Summons has been clearly pick pocketing Eliza as she can find everything from her inventory now in several sealed warehouses. The only things that hasn't moved across was the boundaries to the beach, the gateway to outside time and her sealed tome library of outsider tomes. It was more then Eliza had thought possible brought to her.
"We had help..." summons posed over to all those that been grateful for Eliza secret sly ways of helping souls. From dream walkers trapped in cult items to the demi gods trapped in human monuments (All those small favors she did as a human to help the unseen). The security detail around here are her court eaters; the lycanthropy beings and her many pets, "Even every one of my sibilings has tributes somewhere. A sort of neat little Easter egg hunt for when your bored." Eliza is very grateful to be posed on a seat for now. Needing to not break into tears of mixed emotions. She had even for a second found her entire being to loose handle. Appearing as a broken clothus with many ragged stripes of tied cloth and busted limbs. Once she mind lasped back in focus, she back in form as Lady summons had dressed her.
"Bless you." Summons assumed Eliza had sneeze or something.
"I just wasn't expecting for a kingdom I had little time to think over to be presented to me like a package with a bow." She finds her legs not able to stand. So she returned back to the pose she was put in. She seems part of the furniture given she hasn't moved an inch, not even to mock breathing. The vast amount of thoughts and her stretch of shadow long reached every single corner and crevice of this place. Her aura and powers lashed the ceilings. The long echoes of fate threads strumming and chains rattling as they are tied to these grounds. All within her realm of broken things came purpose and existence in this place. Even the creatures that are her animals took placed to comfort themselves in this space with her. It wasn't long for her shadow side to add her creature comforts. Wireless speaker system with access to her music Playlist. Some rooms have song lists that only play for that area. The music helps make it. She has scent plates too... she likes those rooms to have a matching theme. The art corridor has marker pens for anyone wanting to doodle there.
"Wow, you know how to put soul into everything you do." Summons looking around confused of the minor changes making a big impact. Even lady summons finds herself drawn to walk the domain and experience the another tour around it. Eliza being left alone enough, goes to stand up again. And fell from her seat. It is that she felt she worked to much. So much energy was spent and she has not even began recovering from her recent death.
"Meo... meow... maooo." Her cats alerted anyone nearby and was picked up from the floor. Hand pets her forehead. Draping her in warmth and comfort. Soon plenty of her animals are leaning in her. Cats on her chest, wrapped her arms and head. Dog between her feet. Another dog rests head on her wasit. So many whinging sounds and then drift to sleeping. Snorting. They all clinging to her, sleeping with her.
"At a glance it is just a room of corpses with some creepy video game night music." One the dogs lifted head and was growling. This made others lift to glare and hiss. The unwelcomed leave. Heads rest glaring at that door. Drifting slowly back to sleep.
"No!" The sound of someone landing hard across her floor. It has a chain reaction of making the cats fly. The cats turned to freak mode woke the dogs. Dogs that stand stretch, shake then lick her awake. Nose shoving in her armpit or neck. She groaned being annoyed by the morning train wreck. She sits up with forgot where she is and what happened. She daze watched the fast exit of all her animals afraid. She's not a morning sort and they have learnt this.
"Let me back!" The cause of up roar now punched her newly formed bedroom wall. She slides a lot of strange angles before just finally just getting out of bed properly. She notices she still on the same amount of puppet doll outfit as before. She still concluded to put a shool on since this intruder was likely not sane at the moment. She knows her looks would definitely make them feel threatened and attack her in judging her. She removed mask to better rub her eyes and the adjusted the whole peice back. The stranger slides attached to wall in fear. I should not have removed my mask that was their reaction. Why me? Why bedrooms and toilets?
She hugged her shool more closed at her front. Stood crossed arm and left hand display her disappointment. She looks to the guy trying harder to plaster himself into the wall. She had eye roll as he clearly doesnt know common decency, she uses one the universal remotes for her light contorl to daily up. Once there was light, she paused the music too. He lowered some gaurd now.
"What are you here for? Why?" She takes a long stare down, "If you want to go back, then do so. I am not stopping you." He turned with the wall again and tries to figure out how to bring back the gateway. He made a squeaked scream with lady summons shiny returning him.
" I had to wake up anyway." Eliza throwing her left hand in showing she isn't fussed. The realm settled as Eliza left her room to her main workshop and office. She uses the art corridor that connects all these side rooms. She slows with looking at the repeated art works that never changed her many lifetimes. The beach. The forest. The endless dunes with some rock feature. The undertaker food hall that she met him. There was other private ones, but they arent here. There a few newer ones like the one she draw of the plaza trade spot between domain of death and the dragonfly crest undertaker realm. The sigil guild hall that attached to the st Augstine school. They are all unfinished. There wasn't a point of finishing them, and that became her style to have them left half sketched.
"Ah, the motel." She pets the sketch, "They are such nice people. I hope they are OK." She lowered and hugs her shool more. She focused to reaching her main office. She had no one here, which wasn't as she thought. But with the pile of files, she knew where everyone went. She collected the stack to bundle under her arm. She returned to the corridor of sketches. She brought on those private collections to now hang there and act as her God gate. She waits only for a short moment for the other end to connect. Once the drawing of her stack of broken sigil panels filled of colour, she walked through the paper mesh. She felt her materials reform once among the chamber of debating gods. It might as well be the clash of cultural differences in rings. Each ring of seats was a pantheon or culture creation. These rings stacked. Highest rings were the biggest powered faiths and the lowest seats were angels, human god followers and damned. Not that the damned are visible to the entire rest of the room. Silent witnesses to scorn at the crevices.
"What?" Her sudden appearance has caused silence. It's only temporary as soon there be a lot of whispering and gossip. There a lot of them that glance and return back not caring. To be fair, Eliza minds her own business. She opened most of the files and had them turn to birds. These birds fly to their intended recipients, becoming imaged or personalized drawing of things that mattered to only them. A bunch of hunting reminders to budge them to not fall to clothus traps or something like that. More times it be reminders of where her pets had snatched them before. She received many souls of these gods from stomachs a few to many times. She unfazed by their divine saintly status.
Just being cryptic as per always, not making a direct conversation to anyone. She collected a bunch of the broken crystals, the pile of sigil information platforms that changed to much from laws. Once she moved enough, she sits on the decent portion still left there. She picked a chunk and twisted it about. She soon used her hand claw to start shaving this crystal as if it was ice. She would often stare up make eye contact to others and break it since they had nothing to talk about. She notices who had what clinging and the blindfolds that even the gods wear. Material cloth of spell craft was even here. The carving at hand has no direction and was getting no clearer as she goes. She hoped a shape or something would come to her as she carved. She just has a nice smooth surfaced item. She puts this aside and went to a more imperfect one, a deep flaw within layers. She found its calling and was deeply pleased of carving it. She enjoys it to the last shave, twisting it to the light for a bit. She pocketed that one. Another stone slab lifted and carved.
"Stranger that carving stone figures. What is your point of purpose?" She paused and felt up all the rough edges. She frowns in being asked something stupid. She finds her rhythm once more in now ignoring the question.
"What did you do to them!" Life is off her rocker with pissing the distance. Eliza had to evade the wild aura that breached her personal bubble, "What happened to death!" Life took a down tone to the last part, "Where was my sister this whole time?"
"It's a great pleasure to see you again lady life. You look well tanned. You have been working hard in the dessert again. I like those rain frogs you made." Such a casual return, "Why ask me when your the one the gifts life?" The banister that the obversing point for other domains to see each other was creaking under life's hold of it.
"Don't play dumb, you bit clothus!" Curled lips in thinking this will make Eliza be afraid of insisting a war.
"It's not unheard of for you folks to take a holiday. Your not expected to be title 24 / 7. Sheesh. This is why the system is in place. Research before you spit." Flicked sparks in carving the stone item. There plenty that turned silent. Many are stunned, others understand the girls point and many returned back to private affairs once life seated back in her seat. Plenty of minor gods came about inspecting the damage to the railing. Plenty tried to understand the material of this place and are unable to fathom how to repair something that shouldn't be crushed by god powers.
The goddess of life's rage for her sister and rival had broken even the unknown material of this banister. Gods of War and strength whimper in being out done by life but then find it fitting of such goddess. Plenty have had temper tantrums here and attempted to break the banisters. The few times it has happened were the collaspe of faiths loosing power or that it was predetermined by prophecy. This rage life posed was not predictable by anyone but their speculation that its due to death's absence which was prophecy. Cause and affect. Loose face of one side of the coin and now that tossed coin will fall unfair. Plenty were stumped that death's leave brought unknown abyss figure of Eliza to sit among remains broken things. A errier pile of brick that are the crystal prompts to the oath system. In spite of deaths short leave in the greater picture of how things are, there still continues everything else. Deaths power was not removed or erased; so there wasn't even a change of norms.
The room acts as expected, even with nine new carved a statues. Life maybe foaming at the mouth in having no answer from this stranger dressed in clips from unknown materials. No one else was making bigger deal of this ordeal that answered being no change to how the ways are.
"Lord's and ladies of war and conflict. You seem to relaxed." Eliza sneers with stopped approached to the banister and looking down at the relaxed atmosphere, "Aren't you worried about something? Aren't there things just out of reach that crawl about your skin?" She slammed the banister and there a more concerned larger creaking sound that echoed, "I can see that you offered to much rest. Plenty are yearning to hear your call. Aren't you aware they are prayering?"
They all stand and she break past a human shape. One last thud and fall was death's place. The hornet nest has awakened.
It is needed to bring order back to a normality. It buys death a little longer from his seat to enjoy his children.