She followed with, matching the steps of Dolton. She keeps her senses alert for what everyone else around her. She felt the faint patterns of god realms which was the area they are approaching. She felt old freinds and new waves of those she sensed versions of in other tomes. She had this gut vibe of getting into a thick of some God war struggle. Dolton makes a last look back at her as they making to the doors. He expressed concerns, lifting a thick material cloak as offering and she turned him down. Putting this cloak over him instead, warm smile like she has always. It made him more frowned.
"There are our neighbours in there." She muttered under toned ender and he translated that fine. She pats his head and took lead at being frist to enter. She was hoping that their attention for the current title will make them over look her. But she can always use her demand of attention to protect the title. She would knew which to do based on the intention of the neighbors. If they are here in requests or to break things.
"Why will you not state a reasoning to this demand!" The double doors opening to a lot of hostility and several perplexed death gods. Each has posed a question to another and reasons that the true title wasn't available. Little did they realize that the true title was already among and the most obversing one. His gaze of waiting for arrival of someone that made sense. Laura in not being in the loop of the traspring arguments took a sweep of details she needed to see. Like what creatures are attached where. The few nightmares clinging to some the gods. The interesting one over the current true title of Omens. That attachment of fate is rare. Even so, it was plenty enough for her to move aside and take cover. Once Dolton was next in, a dagger flew narrowing missed his left eye. He is unwavering to keep steady contorl of his response.
"I wish to call duel." A glove thrown at Doltons feet, "I stake my title for yours."
"Is that even allowed?" He questioned in the Ender tongue and several that do know this language nod to that. He puts a lengthy pose of thinking this over.
"I suspect you have to answer the title itself. Even after you had taken it from the current." She maybe hide among but speaks as if behind their shoulders. They all looked around for her in wondering how she did that, "But dueling to take hosting has happened plenty of times. It isn't uncommon."
Many pose in making shurgs, several scanned the room for abnormal things. A lot of hushed down conversation and plenty stood gaurd around the edges of this room. Nervous feet danced but it's masked by the moves of someone walking.
"Miss Trixie. Your input about the tome would be welcomed. I know your hand work." Death speaking up and plenty shivered, "May I remind you. Misspelling your own name several times doesn't stop me knowing it's you."
She has a flat left hand flop at such personalized comments. She steps carefully around just to make it to the left side of the current death god vessel with the active true title puppeting it. She leaned right into him with spying over his shoulder. She had frowned at the interesting glitched contrast of tomes mingling in the same time space. That the same page of two universes was melted in one. She seen this before and has experienced solving this many ways.
"Cool." Is her instant notice of this page, "that's real special that. Are have both true Death's in thinking here or we got one them universes where deaths inactive?" She looking him into his eyes. He narrows in making that his mute reply, "There are a few ways to fix this and degrees of issues from it. The most instant ones are with our enders titles and the binds of fate not knotting up." He closed the tome and just posed for her to take it. She does so without much effort. The several death gods around them hissed and reacted aggravated waved hands. She suspects they all tried to hold the tome without success. Giving the undertakers being here, crushed hands... yup they tried too. But here she is, handling it.
"Mmmm.... original leathers." She checking out the tome as a whole of its conditions, "Neat. The first segments are unchanged." She so soft and isn't reading anything at all, "Oooh that some lovely colours in ink. I wonder what that soul is." She huffed more at herself, "But it's not my business." She flips to the more pressing pages, "Mmmm the living realm sectors. That page quality suggestions fake pages. Ink poor. The very properties of these materials. You got a page thief." She closed and checking page sizing, "Surface level but the original pages are long lost." She tilts thinking, "That ink... I know this ink." She frowns deeply, "You have luck on your side old friends. I didn't steal these pages but that guy who did met a terrible fate. The theif is long been digested. Sheesh that was gods lifetime." She closed the tome and push back to his hands, "The ink. I love the colors. It attracted me. I had to find them when I chanced on a scrap stuck on terrain."
The way her gaze lays over the tome as the reflection of long past soul memories. Her right hand had posed over lips to contain that hicup she was getting. Many would think of her less and less human, as the is unnatural way of her standing there. Her way the face contorts was getting unsightly.
"He go down with barbecue sauce?" Dolton huffed with crossed arms. In finding her input a good distraction for all the enders, they all step backing away from her. All but death. He stands very still and does not move. He seems to trust her enough.
"I think a roasted over a flame with sea salt. But beside the point. The pages. I think their locked in my private collections. It explains why the tome is able to see me as an accept access point." She shook back to her more mock human smile, warm to death in trying to arrange her shadow to fetch them.
"Your not a human underneath that hat." The wobble of another ender. She posed to deep of meditation to access of her shadow storage with her mask on route. She all unfazed of the fighting events going on and that death was peering at the fake pages. His unimpressed of such possibilities behind why anyone steals pages like that. The true titles in deep conversations of their own about the luck they are to have with being her freind. Not to share fate of the person she implies eating. Implying at all that she devoured anything, that is not human behavior and put any god in a difficulty.
"Have you ever ate a god before?" She was else where in focus but she did look to the person that asked this. She broadly scanned them, and turns away in guessing that they aren't rank enough.
"All those death gods and they all failed. A girl shows up and seems to put fear into them. Is able to touch the impossible book. Is in causal comfortable talk to only true title death god present. Is she a hidden sort or what?"
The madness in their voice was high strung and hoarded strained dissatisfaction. This was the nervous feet from before and now there was breaking point. This was them making a move.
"Miss Trixie is the Empress of Noctorm. If you have any ideas of that meaning, you would understand the better then even the gods of death." One the undertakers that knew Dolton well enough, "There a sort of deal between them. Shady business."
The mad man laughed at this notion. Peering at her unchanged pose and the lack of fearing him. He can't bring himself to put hands near her yet, stomping in pacing like a caged animal. His so desperately trying to make her change focus in him and to be afraid of him. He is not convinced that she's this so called Empress.
"Empress.... Empress? The thing that walks the abyss and has command of God eaters?" True death is also been unmoved by the stranger in madness. He stays in being patient for her to bring these pages back. He understood that where she hide them was likely somewhere no gods could gate to.
"Rude." She hissed, "But sure. We go for that. I contorl the god eaters. I can see you mistaking it that way." She crossed arms all pouty, "Sheesh way to many stripes. Really teared up pages. That theif had it coming. Do you need the souls returned? I think I have those in my jars. I need to look at those."
"You bothered collecting the souls?" True death sounds shocked. But rather its a secondary to how the current vessel lost tie to the culture title. The whole puppet body staggered and lays back. Left behind a dust imprint.
"I protect pretty things. Souls are in that category." She foot taps with momentarily closed eyes - preoccupied in trying to keep the pages together, "I want the ink recipe. The ink is so pretty. I want to make some for my art. I have beautiful things and that ink is pretty." She at her own world of dazed staring at nothing.
"Give them to me!" She very focused in the sharp object pointed into almost slicing her neck. The vessel of true death was dust beside her. The tome floating of its own space ahead of her. The Ender that did this is using a dagger made of tooth. She unfazed in knowing the owner of this tooth. She had has already recovered from this once before, what she forgotten that she no longer immune that she used to be. Feeling the side affects rapidly, she stays very calm through this pain.
"You are about to be dust and still you refuse to give me the tome." She began to lean away and not fall into the guy. She put fall strength onto pushing the dagger away from her, hearing his arm muscles snapped from this opposing brute force. She free to land as she please and her wish was to fall with protecting the tome. Shielding it as she loosing more sight.
"I have to act fast. Sorry. This is an emergency more then us knowing who can act on laws. If she stays like that, we all will be fighting her instead."
"I agree on that." The duel at stood for the sake of Trixie not attacking others. Dealing with the god eater dagger maniac. He was an easy push over without the knifes side affect. Leaning over her and trying to shake her awake.
"What is the problem about her being knocked out?" Someone asking.
"Maybe just letting her sleep it off is wise." Another huffed.
"You're insane!" The joint effort of those that knew better to provide hoping samples of all sorts of strange materials to wake her.
Pouting things into the wound or salt. This was what not to do with someone unconscious from a poisoning cut. Given the amount of death gods in witness of near death happenings, they had a collective better advocate value. Making Dolton to clean this wound of this mess and someone to have the antidote. Among the undertakers was scrounge up the antidote from a Sigil prompt recipe. As suddenly the use of the sigil panel here in the living realm arises to use. Once she was breathing easier again and she opened her eyes again, the potential realm eclipse was avoided. The sigil panels were not accessible. She seated in a recovery pose. There is some relief by the majority and a baffled left behind in dust minority.
"She at least concious enough." Dolton at her eye level, "Can you trust me with that?" Posed asking for the tome. She only held it tighter. He waited a long while of looking into her. He tries another way of asking her and still she refused. There is an important reason for her reaction. He no longer was the Ender title, she had already soul tested him. Dolton was just another smuck undertaker among undertakers. He hasn't realized yet. Really this doesn't matter with the same dagger put through his chest. The Ender title of own will in damned form, cleaning away unnecessary things. It pets her head in checking her - deep staring of seeking some answers. It's that she was putting energy into the tome work and it lifted from her to seek testing anyone suitable as host. It can only see the beings of its own space - the belonging ones. So the duel was pointless as the duel atracker is another tome space that doesn't belong.
"It's rare that the title is a sentient aware. It would mean you been through so much to took enough to recognize sense of self." The others are in fascination of the turn of event, "She knew that." There a lot of posed pointing finger guns as this group been pretty chill this far. Most of these enders titles have alliances as neighbours and are in a non aggressive for passive kin.
"Being the second longest here. She was a soul that been removed and shattered outside the systems. Through grit, she protected the Ender of this universe when dire laws had also been broken. None in universe have these memories as there been a reset. I suspect the Ender once self aware did that. There a lot of complexity here that can't be simple. To say I recall the tome being no more then a pile of scrap shreds is a understatement. If you want an expert about souls and the languages souls bare; look close into the nightmares abyss. A made clothus that breaks traditional standards. I suspect she should have been the title at somepoint but then I have times where I seen even the title sneer in reflex." It was on queue for the Ender title to hiss at this. Baring a deep snarl of aggravated energy to pull everyone a step back.
"Very clueless." Her mask tuts and with having been in this state of half contorl. Uses her own shadow cloth to pull and act then the will of soul threads in her puppet body. She up on feet and stagger walks right over the pile of the true title vessel puppet. She still one arm hugging that tome with more will. Her free left hand is poking about the pile of powder dust, plucking unseen things. With maybe deep concentration, she was not really floating but half laid the floor. It was very strange. She isn't using eyes, her head not even looking the right direction. The hand dotted about.
"THERE!" She lifted whole and back straight, "You two are just so fragile things. The effort to keep you safe is honesty a hassle at times. But..." She holds them warmly, "I am happy you are safe." She makes a very cold instant stare to the nearest death figure. She smiles and jumps at them. These souls into that body. She got off the poor guy and pats head, "Sorry for the jump. You have some very flighty death god bodies. A good thing. Good to evade." The death god is at freeze up of trying to understand what just happened. Standing up and having enough composure to take the tome off her. She makes effort to make human poses, the whole pretending to be shy. The sweeping of the leathers.
"You make things difficult." The title ender hissed, "I could have just put them back on their realm."
"He wanted to check over the tome. Why is that hard to allow?" She crossed arms toward of the body but this is interesting to seeing a shadow ignore its own mist body this way. How the mist is contorts uncomfortable to achieve a human puppeting act, "At least this way is a guarantee to the correct destination. There been cases of just tossing souls back on domains without vessel had landed on a man hunt for that soul back. Have give them a little free will to steer themselves away from the eaters, you know?" She angling more and more awkwardly in being eye level with the title. It's lowering to make a launch at her. This was eased with it knowing she has a point, grumbling in looking at vessels. Seeing her point has also meant itself indirectly. Although she spoke that internally of it and not death. The visitor enders all backed to the walls in not being in the way of due processes.
"Not worthy anyone here." It gruffed in defeat, "I am going to sleep. You make sure to toss me around where needed." Vaccumed itself tightly into a solid mask and drops to the floor with a bounce. She picked it up and carries it. She has a long pause of inactive focus.
"The collided tome pages." Death having finally back to awareness.
"Oh. Yeah. Here." She give death the mask and inexchange of the tome. She pulled the book into two separated books. She took back the mask and puts the tome to separated hands of death. She smiles with putting back a striaghten pose.
"I have a lot of questions." He mumbles at seeing the two tomes, "You didn't use a scythe." Is the main reason of his bewildered notice.
"You know what I am and ask me that? You must be getting old." Death glares at her, "Anyways, take care. Avoid the scape between undertaker realms. One the cats is chasing undertakers there. I don't want to pry you out of that thing." He looked away and had the god gate summoned of his influence. It doubled as the true title of the separated tome was divided at that moment from this realms title. The two tomes leave separately and soon a shift of eclipsed realms followed. Time glitched items in and out. Laura in her form glitched too, parts added and removed. Once the realms settled, the iconic hole through her stomach was back. She puts a new cloak on and observed that time was frozen here. From the moment that the three undertakers where showing her the way. Dolton no longer the Ender title. The way it plays is that she meant to be wearing cuffs, chained up for being guilty of something. But she clearly isn't going to follow that. She willingly puts herself in a dark corner away from the main god war argument here. Time returns of its own accord.
"The tome repairs are lovely, miss Trixie." The current newly appointed vessel true title is puppeting a need body and made his remarks. He knows she's nearby and heard him, "You are fine as you are?" She ponders at what depth he would mean in asking this. If the situation needed his help in return of her helping him.
"I know that you help me enough. You are one the few that do. Repairing tomes is one of my purposes." She observed that she in living clothus form, so she has a mock human appearance that can be seen and felt. Even so, she lost touch of whys and what's. She simply doesn't feel confident to be public. She is public enough among the afterlife, for all the wrong and unreasonable reasons. She tuned into what the undertakers were talking about. As now the reason would change topic for them too. She couldn't help the unease and the solemn sad atmosphere. She sees that finally the three that should be escorting her are finally opening the doors. Bowing in an apologies.
"It's fine. With the lord of decay input, we know she is an ally and would not have caused this. For his trust in her to handle the tome is more than plenty."
"We haven't established if this was the work of the demon that held the school."
"All we can hope is that the dragonfly crest undertakers are strong enough."
Now she was here, it was clear they assumed her for a human mage. That she is been soon avoided as just another human among humans. Leaving her behind when they finished blowing steam at each other. She was back among the normal. Back enough to scratch herself into existence. She can't see a problem with that. If they going to loose her so carelessly, then she just go back to a blended life.
But the talk of the different undertaker kingdoms having clashes was something she kept eye on. Watching as an outsider. A Sigil oath path walker with no ties to pick sides. There isn't anyone that knew her situation enough to understand her. She can only really keep a small death order license to keep her pen pal in contact and if tome discrepancy was fixed by her at some localised point.
It wasn't hard to pull back into a human life. She was back to a sleep cycle, an eating schedule and wash days. Having rotation of mud bath, salt bath and holy water soak up. All in order to keep her human appearance from showing any disillusionment.