The quickest ways of getting around is to stay in sigil and to pull from the natural realm flow inlets. It's a shot in the dark or even dangerous at times of what you might get for it. But she targeting some very exact realms and shadow snatching very exact items. She knows the places he would have left traces, knows the objects he do so and the protections he take to keep his fragments safe. Smart man used the undertakers method of breaking down his soul into stone rings and then hide these rings in divine provionces. The last other fragment will be with a partner if he has one at the moment or not.
The pace of her passing all these realm segments and not enacting trades with other merchants of the road is causing chaos. It's more clouding her tracks as the sigil roads are full of confused trades folks with no buyers. She crosses several times that the lands are thick of the silver tapeworm folks, some even high intelligence and status. There was a clueless one that nearly had the object she needed but she pick pockets them at ease.
A small body crash, short apologies that sounded nonsense and the followed confused being not even aware she picked thier pockets and the entire content of their bag. She finds they have their own language and writers hand. It may have taken her a while but she read the writer law book the traveller had been drafting. She burns the improper laws and began her own creation to the translation copies of sigils basics. She insured the fix their law breaking mistakes and glare of ignoring etiquette to realms.
She was shifted to half way, he broke to single letter of his name each time. She knows his whole soul name and even went for the ones he thought no one will know. She still in correct order if his name, but they are all dormant. The ring unreactive of her or proximity of each other. She suspects his entirely shut down without hope and completely swallowed into depression. She shakes herself to not let this be a moment of falter. She making it deep into the domain of Omens, seeking Curiositys iconic hat. It's hiding one the rings. She will have to break into his room for the past partner rings locked away.
She knows it be a matter of time crossing into omens or parts of the god broken down. As likely omens followed Curiosity advice to separate souls in safe places. She the least bit surprised of not just finding omens in broke god eater form. She also finds an old freind from that hangs around her black sand beach. She sees these both are as deactivated inside and out. No reaction of her walking right up and waving across the face. So there must be time stop at play over their souls even if these parts aren't in one. Frozen paralyzed. Even so, Omens will be left alone with a broken ungodly appearance like that.
"Wow, someone active." Omens has a visitor.
"A passing merchant." She dressed as so and heavily cloaked up. Wearing armour underneath. She suspects this is an enemy that figures to hang around omens to see if he unfroze from time stop.
"Protcal?" She learnt when reading the writing they have of the hand book that this is a pass phrase. If you reply incorrectly, they will try to puppet you.
"Taken." It's also a staus check. Taken means this is an active puppet that have been possessed already, "This thing might get them to break." She testing how much into their search they are in and purpose. But given it cheers and laughed. Celebrates that she found some solution to make the god theirs or the Ender. It does removed partly out the host and dances about showing over excitement. She takes the opportunity to grapple the thing in one snatch and soul remove it. She breaks its name down into base letters and puts it back in the wrong order on purpose. She kept the soul out the body, holding the solid mass of dry ice structure. She was analyzing how long does the soul take to shuffle itself into correct word place. She sees it melt and high spent energy to pull itself from clouding away. Turned into a domain show down soild crystal once it was right again. She seals the item into salt jar. Salt has been the only barrier she knows this far. She refuses it into her storage, options to just carry it for distractions later. Omens hasn't even flinched of her actions. Indeed time stopped. The host left behind by the parasite is as much a corpse as the parasite body. She had a terrible idea.
She done this to a hollow soulless before. She is sure she can try this with an empty shell before her now. Sending only her shadow to puppet work. Her own spy. She makes sure this wasn't a cautious tape worm with no extra surprises like traps or buddies. No eggs. No starter souls. Clean through even after using the salt that doesn't ruin the spy body. She makes sure that all was clear of any other spies.
"If you bite me, I am going to break your jaw." She hissed and prys open omens god eater form jaw. Taking the four rings and a hat. One the rings is the monarch. One is the advice. Curiositys ring. A partner ring. But Curiositys ring and partner ring is incomplete. There isn't a soul other about them. See the king and his partner are finished polished rings with parts of soul filling in the inlay. Curiositys set are just his inlay. Empty spaces of the partners inlay. She sees omens had a trap set and it didn't activate as his in stopped time. If she had done this with stopped time around her, that trap would have gone off. She closed his jaws correctly with putting that trap at back. She holds the rings close to her.
"Well damn. I didn't know you could do that." She jolts guarding stance, left hand claw at pose to attack. She eased in knowing who.
"And you would have to be the method to open that jaw without the trap if the person doing what I am doing hadn't the ability." She doesn't ease just yet.
"Maybe I shouldn't be surprised. You walk the beach like I do. I don't know why I can least be moved and talk. But I am still paralyzed." She cautious steps and stares eye level testing them. Deep stare. They make a strange whimper sound but can't move. She sits down at this open invite.
"What is the scoop of Intel that be of use to me? I will give you better protection against them in exchange." She holding the rings close to her, whole cord necklace of all she collect this far and in order. She puts the king ring and partner of king separate cords. She wears his hat and hoodes up around it.
"The bodies are everywhere. They been tearing the paintings to seek hidden ones. The realm is half blocked in time stop trapping both sides. The access they can reach has already been compromised. The kings office is time sealed with Curiosity being the only one to open it." She nods at that.
"If they access the undertaker records that the monarch has, they will fall without recovery. Undertakers will be sent to hell regardless of soul status. The spiders fell to ruin. There are no coming from that." She stands and began salt laying the area. She added other types of affective salt prevent measures.
"You should complete the ring set he left." She putting a latern of creation flame ember flexed hung from the god's hand. In the cross of this light, shows her messed up soul in damage. He clearly just lost his breath a moment. She walks him in the back and his breathing again.
"I will when the timing is right. Once he has active ability to use my soul, he could move in stop time like I can. Without knowing that his safe to do so. I don't want him suffering more. Going by the amount of a trail I have been chasing for all these peices. I am expecting a hollow one." The fragment of Omens stopped breathing again and she walks him to breath. She makes sure his OK. Looking for poisoning and soul damages without removal. When being just sure its just shock to the clever thoughts she has or not knowing the full extent. She makes the guy comfortable with a cloak and pats omens god eater form with love. Making the guy click tongue.
"I can't help it." She tuts and last parts, "There." A little last present which is a scale of hers. She stands with feeling out for more soul fragments. She holds and pets the rings over her neck, shoulders strong in holding his soul burdens and the dormant of his soul lock. She could nearly feel the Ender mask over her own face, as there enough connection by amount of soul gathers that he could puppet her at this point. She remembered her spy and the jar. Taking both in exiting this realm.
"Excuse me." One the silver ones interactions with the known one and her.
"Taken." Her shadow states, "We stopped her from interaction with the stopped god. It turns out she a useful in getting the freak to spill some information. But once he realized she one of the taken, he turned all quiet again." The current nods.
"Will I am going to swap out. You are to report to upper and take this puppet with. Might be of use. If it got the god to talk. Might get the follower to." The in time bows and it turns to enter in. She can only leave the worm to fall into her trap behind. She follows the trails to the nearest undertakers pathing. She acts part of the army and are soon escorted with her puppet tape worm to the 'upper'. She sees it is a lot of body language at play here. So she plays up in show off of her 'captured'. The puppet all ready to hear praising for its collection. This far they passing merchants being tortured and found escape undertakers. The path is full of activities that were breaking moral of the undertakers and putting off spring worms into new puppet bodies. Some children being to rough and breaking what is given. Tamper tantrums of not having the beat shaped bodies they wanted. The pools that are the making of undertakers are ice sealed over, so many undertakers are becoming to dried through to move any joints. Some are starving themselves in trying to stop being infected. There plenty of lost hope and ready to be sent for hell. The dismay and broken hearts.
"No!" Her puppet with the worm she comindeered was pulled by a escapee undertaker, "No! No. No. No!" Shaking the corpse for any reaction at all. She has to play a part, she moved the worm to make itself present and stare down the undertaker present. It seems debating transfer.
"Hassle." She plays along her own self and pulled the guy off, thrown strength to harshly at a wall.
"Easy on the man handle." The puppet shape voice making this seem as if two are here.
"This body is hard to soft soft." The puppet pulls the worm back and drags the loose undertaker behind. Tossed to a pile of others to be hulled wherever. The escorts all hackle and laugh over the undertakers. The further they are escorted, more tests of loyalty are made. She did have to transfer the worm to a new host but for the sake of keeping her neat for the upper - she wasn't in need of rejecting a worm through herself. The soul in the jar is carried by her physical to given aura. They been sniffing her and trying to wonder why she being puppeted and how.
They pass into official gaurds, the airport part is littered in worm gaurds and pinned bodies on tables and walls. It a literal walk in without paperwork. The next pass was the residence undertaker part of the realm. It's egg everywhere and shells being tossed for the babies to break and eat. No threats here. The next was the corridor departments and what should be the painting gallery. Corpse piles and the non complying. A lot of these are crystal off, the worms can enter time stop crystal corridors. A lot of trapped undertakers inside the crystal. But its a straight sail into the throne room. Her spy and her right in. Stood waiting for opportunity. The monarch corpse is pinned to chair. She thought it was the shell remains but it turns out there isn't a worm in that body and that isn't soulless either. They really do have the monarch captured.
Torturing him to undo the time stop. Clearly it wasn't the monarch that casted the spell. She caught smell of the partner of the king too. They must be part of the torture here and was crudely in peices around.
"Disturbing me in my work." The upper? No. A enforcer but the second in command.
"We got omens to talk on use of this face." Presenting her with waiting for praise. It smashed the undertaker body and the parasite within that 100 percent killed it of she hadn't already. So she expected to do the talk when asked.
"How." The monarch hissed likely sensing her status or the hold of the rings, "How dare you." The fact his pissed with her and the reaction to have such desperate loose of contorl makes the enforcer take pause.
"That's an interesting." It walked around her a lot, "Maybe I should not have killed them." Regerting it's dismantal of the dead one, "Speak. How."
"Speak upper. Only them. The talk by omens was very strange. Nonsense. Smarter needs." The enforcer gets it. Clearly the information gained was not normal.
"Walk the mirror." That's a new one. She never heard or crossed this before. But them it's becomes clear that they are acting into the worlds of reflections. She as a dream being as been there before. It explains why they can't crystal enter. They can only be in the surface no inside an object. Well, they attach like skin and pull about as the membrane of skin. Crystal made by time is to dense a material to invade into, only meeting the surface. Mirrors are known to be gates and likely... now that she thought about it. The chained up graphite slab. That be a mirror.
"Sick are we?" She stabbed through the enforcer with claw. Removed the soul of the thing and tossed it into another salt jar. She puts the jars aside with more salt around them. She looked around properly and then instantly above them. She breaks the graphite down from hold and cloth covered, salt layers and chains it. She puts the crystal chest of butchered worms and the original order slate she had from the court room. Aside for now.
"Fucking tapeworms." She complained, "This is why I hate clothus and the things they draw with them." The monarch shudders in her change and the advisor pinned with daggers lifted his half broken face, "Where was I? Yes. The infestation. Fucking hate these shits." She takes meditation pause, "Right. Temporary composure back." She huffed.
"Your not infected." The advicer said without way of expressing his upper or lower emotions. So it casts as a dull statement.
"You're not a human or an undertaker." The king trying to free himself in fear.
"Chill folks. I am actually a friend. I came looking for Curiosity. If his one peice or not."
"His been causing them problems." The advisor left it simple.
"Omens too."
"Well they are time frozen across 834 realms and pissing off gods too. Even the tome is having a melt down. Don't even get me started with the courts at the moment." She hissed and stopped something was entering. She uses her shadow to puppet the enforcer. She wonders if this will fool the who ever.
"I will murder." She stared in how slow this thing is but is well aware it's a ploy. It slowed more and more acting like a weak. She uses the body of the enforcer to shield block the set up for its jump. The body of this 'weak' sprayed open of a whole army. Small annoying ones. They took back the enforcing one and tries to recuse drag away. She uses her shadow to spear every last soul from their active bodies. Souls piled into salt. Corpses thrown into the lock box.
"Protcal!" Another enters.
"Traitors!" She using their law against them, "Trators among! Run and count." She demands and the smooth brain thing left flowing fast. She posed proud of that move.
"You know their tactics." The advisor speaks up. She walked right over and indeed as expected. Worm and small slate. It's being used to record and spy the monarch. She dug these parts out from the advisors torso and into the salt these go.
"They did it to me too." The monarch lies. She more cautious with approaching. She uses the shadows to pick pocket and things. She finds this isn't the monarch at all. It's Curosity in hollow. Playing decoy. So the monarch is crystal stopped as she thought they should. She lowered herself to his lap and stays leaning there. She can't help him if he doesn't snap out of the hungry for souls. It's why she didn't untie or move him. He will sense the rings along her. He shouldn't move without soul threads to puppet the body. But his all that remains; the blend of negative powers as an Ender, magic and divine powers. The body has memories and can still make concious thoughts like a soul person does. He can feel his soul name over her, the rings.
"Retreat! Traitors!" The evacuation of so many worm bodies into solid graphite slabs and the souls passing use like its a soul gate now the graphite is formed, "Kill the weak. This place lost cause!" Other active enforcers are pulling back. There are going to be a lot of these graphite stones to move. They make the mistake of coming here and her shadow mask independently slays them, butchered out the souls and salt baths them. Now she knew better, every trace was going into salt. Her shadow carved a vat construction to hold salt water and layer the top with oil. She dumps the lock box content and every last slate of graphite mirror she can find into the vat. She works ignoring the undertakers for this moment, as it was best to act quickly. Not letting either side know who she is with.
"You haven't abandoned me." She heard a stirred flicker of his soul within that tone.
"I have no reason to." She maybe crying black tears on him but she pulls a best a smile to him. He can move his arms to reach around. Her shadow burns from someone casting divine blessing or that of light source. Her shadow lost hold of the slate she was carrying and couldn't stop an instant reaction to express her pain. She pulled away from Curiositys with holding the burns and that her natural soul voice screeched. The event blast of hearing the pitch puts all the god beings to the floor. Followers will feel sick.
"Clearly wasn't a damned or one those things." Blocking the source of light that burns her skins. She takes a while of putting some composure back. Her shadow picked the graphite back up, be it with the better working limbs to to so. Her other side get put of the pain stun and looked around the room for threats. She hears more the her shadow carrying the slate on the way and hides herself behind Curiosity. Her shadow tossing the slab to the vat.
"This is likely the worst I have ever seen." The monarch with several able moving around. Given this his realm to control. He couldn't be time stopped here. Shadow mask watching the move of the slats in the salt water. How it separate parts before, has become a solid mass layer at the bottom. There is attempts to try and move souls put these gates and drowning themselves in the watery oil. The oil is preventing oxidation and she suspects they had some breathing type abilities. A clothus would drown and die in this situation. The parasites this far have too.
"Make a deal with me." Curiosity voicing to her.
"Do I deserve to?" Her own heart speaking before her rational thought. He leans looking at her with likely expression of trying to understand. Given this is the sane part of the Ender title, there comes with a lot of history in his forefront thoughts.
"I don't think the past has to matter anymore." He replied and she releasing his arms from binds, "I can't imagine there being a lot of problems."
"Then you will need your insanity to rationalize meaning." She give back the whole necklace of his many rings. His eyes gained colour back and that the world around him finally felt real. Her shadow adding more salt into the vat which put all into defense.
"How much are you just going to continue torturing them?" Her mask turns to this undertaker. She stares deep into their eyes. Her claws removed the parasite. She pried the soul and added in the corpse to the vat. The souls into the oily salt barrel. The undertaker corpse left at her side untampered.
"I suspected they were." It's nice to see Curositys twin sister is among the survivalist and is been at duty protecting the monarch. She the one with the bullet lantern.
"Burn me again and I will return the favour." Her mask hissed and Pride backs away.
"So who is that and and how are they doing this all?" Moanrch asking about Trixie.
"I don't really have an answer." Curiosity standing up shaking and unstable, "But I know she in cohort with Omens in some way. She a sort of abyss creature from the unknown edges of broken time. So her awareness of these creatures and her abilities of plucking them from out our bodies is her own talent." He posed his right hand at her again, "You came here for me and you know I need your help. You even proved to be creepy enough to bring back my soul fragments and aligned then in correct order. It tells me that you read soul names and or access the tomes." He about nearly lost balance and she flinched instinctive caught him, "You have a living status." He whispered at her ear.
"Well just keeping promises like looking after Kyle." She began putting his soul threads through his whole body in proper alignment. He much more able standing and moving joints. She even puts his hat on him. A returned warm smile to see him a little more him. Her shadow mask independently breaking out some weapons to stab into the vat. Keeping the corpses and parasite things in the underwater.
"Eliza?" His trying to figure her out, "Laura?" He questioned that guess too, "Trickster." He holds her sides with that last part and was afraid for a while.
"Maybe your majesty." She got him off her, she finished what she can without over doing it or undressing him. Mostly being coy in how she lacks a name or knowing what exactly her state of self is, "Empress of Noctorm works too. Or Just my undertaker nickname." She clearly is pouty that he suddenly now unsceure of her after she already gave him his soul back.
"So rude." Her mask furthers with still over stabbing the salt pond of graphite mirror bits. At a pause of this being good enough for now. New oil layer since she disturb the densities of the liquid to much.
"Where are the other enders and how is the kid?" At least the two side make the same thinking expression and work the same gesture to cast open the tomes. She doesn't really bother far with searching and closed tome away.
"Nothing spectacular on show." Her mask shrugs.