Welcome back to the joint alliance. You're presence has been unnoticed and only those under you are aware of your title. Slavement collar had prevent you from return to the human realm for four cycles. You have been in convertion during this time. Sealed in this coffin and hidden by the collar owner.
Notice; request to find true title of death has yet to be completed. Lady death has been at her best to pretend to be him. This has works so far, but it's not going to last. I was unscrabbling the infection off the true title while in sleep. I don't have a physical location of him yet but I do know I will be able to scoop him free without harm.
She barely much shape at all, an bone frame. Her many clothing layers puppet the fragments. Finding herself to physically weak to remove this lid. Her fingers dancing the material.
This realm reverted three times. You are back to as if it was the first time. They arent aware of breaking a deal with your crest. Working under the dragonfly crest without fact. The Monarch knows but has acted under your wishes.
"I just need to get out of this box then." She posed in hearing herself. She is young again. She seems in hate of being young. But since she now has a grasp of herself, she knew this coffin. There book on the lid and there a emergency exiting method at her head that easier for her. She barely makes out the latching in the awkward placement over her head. But it eased and she soilder crawls through.
"Delivery!" She heard muffled and soon air pressure changes, the weird guys putting his order at the coach back in that living room. They locked the door behind and there isn't that conversation about him having a roommate like last time. So she was more then likely smuggled in here. Instead of him having Omens as an excuse to cross her, he just did it without telling others. There a full filled residency laying on the coffin lid; she reads it through. So he still needs her accounted in the Tome reverts as that the only reason he had this form ready but not in the system yet.
Your alias sigil rank as Penheart the abyss merchant in now active. All active Monarch skills and privacy settings has been adjusted. Do you wish to open a sigil shop window or create one? I need to sort myself frist before I can interact with others. Make some vague announcement of Penheart taking the knee with a shadow duchess. Have my Monarch title emblem as the shadow duchess ranking. I will restart trades when I can. As you wish.
This must be when I was at school, the captured four family children. He will be helping Pride with them. I don't know why, but I feel like I shouldn't leave the flat at all. Maybe that was implanted suggestion when he collared me. I need to find true title of death but I also want to stay. I will figure this out.
The books in just brushing them activated the tabs about laws of this kingdom. Everything was soon hardwired into her mind. She barely makes a few steps and she brushed touch with tons of other objects. Including a monarchy crown. This isn't his room. It's the locked room of his flat. So there a lot of items he is safe keeping around here. Locked in time stop boundaries but of course she can ignore time stop boundaries. She knocked into a plate of armor, a gift once to the St Augustin school. It was meant to be for the headmaster to allow her poaching on his territory. Many of her lost claw clips from holding eclipse realms. There so much things she thought time erased here. On second thought, this makes sense that the Ender was holding these items. Some are dangerous. No wonder I never crossed anyone using my claws for daggers yet.
She manages to put a lot of these stuff bother back or returned back to her storage. Her jar collection of spells. The book of liquids and the liquids. She takes all of that she has to back to storage. Packing her hidden realm to all its former glory. All that wad missing was her scrapyard of sourced stone and ore. Although she suspects that her Ender undertakers will have it. She puts as she needed back in place or exchanged a lot of goodies to replace what she took from him. She reorganizes in here, she just couldn't stop herself. She makes neat seal lids with her fancy impossible crystal. Lovely carved base for the lids to click in, preserving some neat stuff. Even the crown she didn't meant to knock was now on a stand she made. There is a half this room she dares not touch; clearly the Ender workshop of tools and a lot of Omens tools. It's worth not upsetting him with these. Their treasures of his own. But she does gift a few new ones and repairs some the broken ones. They are put exactly back as they were on the bench.
"Yes you had a delivery. Nothing looks changed in here." Greyhound and sounding healthy, "I am very sure. There isn't a single thing tempered in the living room. The lights all switched-" He stops a moment at listening carefully. She stands staring about the locked door between this spot and the living room that Greyhound is speaking. It sounded abruptly stopped in there. She watched the door frost over, time reverting.
"Delivery." The crates are being placed at the coach again. She looked around and all her changed stayed. But... she hasn't left the room. Front door locked again and the air pressure is sealed in the flat to stable. She uses this between them and Greyhound to now figure out the locking mechanism of this door. She slips right through it, as she apparently in ghost law. That made her confused but she does then wonder to the bathroom. She puts herself under the natural mineralized. She would take herself out and into the spare tub and has a soak if her own blend of liquids that work much better. She was right under the a deep surface. The air pressure flexed and she can hear Greyhound talking on a phone.
"The locked door." He sounded shock for an undertaker. Maybe her perception of undertakers is matched as she converted into one. Hearing the stum of soul threads as emotion wavers of speaking tone. She stays under surface, laying deeply in soak.
"Not only is it unlocked, things are moved in there. The kings crown is on a stand. The jars are gone. Nothing valuable is actually missing." He jolted, "Someone is in your flat for sure. Using the bathroom. The door is closed but there isn't a normal light on. I want to guess that's a candle." When to try the handle but then it's all quiet there. The lock door made a click like it locked itself as it was before. The bathroom is all moved around her but her influence is unchanged. She stays in soak up as the Delivery folks are putting crates down at the coach. Front door locking again. She got out and takes dip into a purification bath. Her cocktail bath stored away to her shadow. This purification bath was just her own blend barrel - from her storage. The fact she fits with plenty of room in a massive wine barrel makes sense of her image. She felt relaxed inside, hearing Greyhound talking about the Delivery. Freeze. Then the delivery men putting the crates down.
Repeat again. She huffed annoyed now. It was getting annoying to hear the cycle. She suspects there must be a broken time piece in the crate and when the delivery men put the crates down, it slipped the time stop barrier that created the loop. She however has plenty of time now and with getting her body sorted, dressed and armory equipment. She was able to mess about her merchant abyss ID. As it turns out, while inside this kingdom. The window functions as a real trade desk and store. She as a functional stall in the sigil interface.
So she puts her classic decoy trickets and some basic small time (within the legal framework) items. Purification tea light candles. Pouchs of sigil eraser grit - poured on a corpse, this cremates or enact realm law on the body. Say a demon died in the living world - their body is turned into living world materials and become interactive with humans. Humans will find some excuse or use of the newly changed remains. This works also in god realms if a human dies there. It's not dangerous in small amounts. This interface prevent repeat close buying of same products and automatically rank blocks those not able to use these products. She plays about the market in buying her own supplies. She finds she able to reach through the window and take the exchange items. Although she suspects that undertakers arent able to use it that way. Rather it's an internet panel to them and for her it's a real window. She knows this with the talk of postage and address filling on the merchant disclaimer pages. She closed the window now. She watched them putting the crate down, leave and lock.
"Right this loop is worn its use." She breaks open the crate at ease and as she thought several time pieces are here. She already seen his coffee table of pocket watch repairs. She peers deeply and found the only moving one. It was about to stick and she stops it. She sees the whole area locked in time stop from her pressing the arm to stop. She makes quick work of freeing the cause of the stick. Once it was released and moving forward, the front door was open.
"I have a lot of questions." Greyhound with taking a moment of getting his composure. She makes sure the clock price wasn't going to be a hassle and moved the whole crate around to the coffee table. She softly borrowing his tools to continue the time piece repair. Greyhound walking around the rest of the flat. He circle back to the livingroom and hung up the phone.
"There." She softly clasped the watch closed. Greyhound standing bewildered. The room frosts over one last time but it's when she opened the crate. Just as Greyhound was walking in.
"Seriously Riddle, did you leave one your recruits in your flat? Is she special case?" That sounds about right, "Does she even have a registry?" She softly puts the watch on a lovely stand she made for it, putting it onto the TV mantal. She pose hand and the flat light is turned on and followed with the TV turned on. Well the undertakers version of a TV. Its something like her adult life has seen, a touch screen smart ai powered sort. The ai is sigil interface. It's not the TV system humans used, the materials are wildly different. Likely only microbio free gel texture with sigil flex membrane through it. The operation system is a typical smart TV menu. She points at a channel from the list and it flicks full screen of this. It's local news to the average person that lives in this realm. Talk of the rules the monarch is posing. It will shuffle to advertisers that she seen with sigil market items. There was some next program on about the investigations and highlights about public facing dukes and dutchess. Campaign to keep peace offerings to the lower society. She finds it all interesting to watch.
"Leana?" She looked up to Greyhound as it's been a while since someone spoke her real human name, "Eek. Your face is masked." She taps with checking and clicked it back in and he backed off, "Well at least I know a name to call it. That's not a undertaker, dude. Here I thought it was." He backed away to the front door, "No. You take it. It's in your room. I make my cut with the weird crap." She back to looking at the screen, scrunched small on the sofa. Greyhound steps very carefully right to look at her from her back, "Well now you said it, there is a collar." The prolong some string of points and with the phone hung up.
Greyhound takes a while and with pointing at the screen, turned it off. He crossed arms with waiting to her reaction. She softly got up and stares a lot of places. Mostly at him then the screen and back to him. She soon folds her hands at her front, being nervous.
"I can take you places but you have to act accordingly. You understand right?" She softly nods, "You need to go to the ponds." She agrees at this with a sigil path gesture, "Do you have ranking to the next crossing?" He likely is talking about crossing the undertaker boundaries. The traditional is three. Maybe with this being joint effort, maybe they have other circles of closed areas.
She posed open hand with posed her false ID to Greyhound. This showed her court position, oath ranking and that she has ties with death order. Well the death order before it fell. She has some very high demigod ranker symbols; tome keeper, a personal death mark and soul shepherding ranking.
"That works." He grumbles, "Penheart?" He reads her merchant status, "Specializes S cog oath." He stares at her collar, "You can remove that." She holds the collar as it seems she finds it important, "He said something about keeping it, didn't he?" She softly nods, "What pool are you wanting to go to?" She walks over to the locked room, opens it at ease with fetching a picture. She shows from the frame and he had a nervous flick of his joints. He takes the picture with the left hand and she closed the door with exiting. Posed in locking it again.
"You're a shadow type, aren't you." She nods, "I can get you most of the way there. But you have to go the rest of the way alone. Once you all soaked up, you make a message with the sigil panel." She shook at not knowing that's a function. It makes sense that the internet has a chat function but she hasn't used it. He pats his pockets and brought a notebook pad. Posed to her with left hand and she softly brushed it. She jolts a little freaked of all the tons new tabs and notifications.
Phone number contacts scynonized and personalized access created. Five personal numbers have been updated. New number added. +999 missed messages, calls and emails. Filter activated. Ranking filters. Out of realm automatic service online. Merchant services updated - business number is one way to you. Sigil platform processing changes. All services are offline until update changes. By the time I have put myself into shape - this will all be fixed. I feel bad for being the cause of a ton glitching and slow down.
"You can't have it but I think now that worked." The notepad taken back, "When you get your own, all the stuff will be for you to send messages as needed." She softly nods at getting it. He was just unblocking her filters that she set to prevent her human side learning crazy to soon. He pointed at the room light and walks to the front door. She follows. That picture she gave is being put into his pocket neatly.
"Stay at my back with head down." She softly nods and quickly caught up. She makes sure the door was locked as it was for the delivery men. Greyhound stares confused how she did that without a key or a temporary glyph. The delivery men use temporary one time use keys that break. Riddle will be the only one with the original. Although it's Riddle, he will have gave copies of his key to other left side shadow nobles. But it's not a door that just opens and closes otherwise. His got a lot of protection seals. His lock room has them too. Here this mock girl just opens things and has moral decency to lock the door behind. She clearly cares about her appearance to others, hiding that isn't her real face. She keeps the collar but must know it's a slave collar.
"Greyhound..." The slow look to her stopping and lowering to wait, "Are you heading out?"
"Inland." Greyhound, "I will be heading stops to the monarch halls." She jolts in seeing new messages. Each from the five enders she using as undertakers at the moment. Two infected but fully recovered. Those two are shadow spying things. The sensitive one made a strange string of single words. But she already guess it was the order of places she needs to go and are relatively about seeking the tapeworms or true title of death. The other two are public facing to the undertakers and are keeping tomes edited in her place. One of those two is working for her brother Joseph as his been taken under lady deaths care. Joseph is undertaker relates with the lowered death domain. The other is full time shadowing her moanrch seat. Flicking about the tomes with advising censured information that other undertaker monarchs request. As has her permission about her stances of crests. She sends a short word message to all five. Either thanks or Nuteralized. She didn't send one to the sensitive Ender, she knows she doesn't need to. Once she was done, she quick follows Greyhound moving on again.
The realms of eclipsed moanrch kingdoms, there a salt made with time stop barrier blocking. Very distinctive energy. Five crests... she the sixth. They all clinging to her kingdom. She can see her hidden creatures among undertakers. Just as that message states: landmarks with god eaters guarding them. Loki was playing with a bit of torn cloth, she suspects maybe a clothus remains. They can't sense or smell her.
"This way." Greyhound taking a off route detour. It's a shadow passage for high ranker to avoid right side rankers. But even this passage has her cat Squeaky poaching on shadows of the damned. Ripping the damned as spiders to torture in claws. She sees Squeaky has targeted unwelcomed damned - not the ex partners or those of living status. She felt the aura of a Darkwood. She grappled by her collar through a oil painting, Greyhound didn't want her to take forever to understand the painting being a doorway. Knew she got distracted by the other shadow users. They made it through to a corridor. He drops her here.
"I have a job to do. You go that way." He points to another painting and it's time sealed. Which explains why he can't take her all the way. She makes sure the collar was fine and nods to him. He glares as she picking herself up. That she makes it to the crystal time stop surface, brushing it softly. She looked back and waved him away, he understood that she meant that as some strange human gesture. She sinks through and he makes a call.
"By the way, your freak has to be a human Fallown. They just crossed into time sealed area like it was nothing."
"Where did you take her?"
"She gave me a drawing of the Abyss lake. This time stopped corridor that's into the god eater crest."
"Well then there isn't anything to worry about." Greyhound hung up at that. Taking himself to continue the routes.
Smile breaks across her, her hands danced her scribbling walls. The cup of pens. The speakers in each room. She was soon running about the place giggling. She felt at home and safe. She would stop at certain rooms to listen to a song duration and explore some neat little details. There was a little secert presents that were left by summons and her many sibilings. Some references to her encounters with those she helped. She liked her bedroom of toy versions of all her creatures. A whole display shelf of carve totems or paper origami versions of them. The inner child of her was soon just playing with all these items, becoming exhausted and sleeping in the massive pile of sheets. She was quickly awake when her collar was stinging her.
She shakes out of her dazed state and waltzed to her bathroom. Dropping herself into her personal soup of liquids. It's a cocktail of purification from other universes and other helping body supplements. Once she does a fresh pure water dunk. She felt ready for going through the undertaker process of clay moulding. She gently makes it around to the opening that is the pond she asked Greyhound to take her. It has a unsealed time area at the other side. So she suspects that if she walks through it, there could be people there.
"Come here." She felt that more then it was spoke and its the otherside of this crystal. The collar around her was dragging her this direction, a chain of sin or maybe the command function of this collar. She can't ignore this.
She right up to the surface and brushed gently to get a feel of the auras. Left hand frist at trying to navigate. Once her hand was all the way, someone takes that hand and pulled her. She barely makes sense of the situation as she soon crashing the surface of the lake water. Yet, she felt that cold aura and knew the collar command was met as it eased off stinging her.
She was sinking deep into this lake water, although salinity of it was more ocean. There bits of grains about it too, black specks. She not afraid of this.
"You didn't bother checking if it was the real one." Sourly huffed.
"She walked back first into the crystal at the other end." Greyhound sighs, "waving at me."
"Clearly there a lot of tunnel work with furniture in there. She was almost asleep." Riddle was the most annoyed.
"She was wearing a different outfit too." Greyhound soon caught on that point, "Must be a whole mansion or something."
"What so, there could totally be God eaters stuck between the corridor and here?" Pride was trying grasp the point of the topic.
"About time." They all stare to the stranger that spoke, "Sheesh always getting tangled in some human drama." The undertaker of her crest steps right over the edge to the lake, "Mistress. The Wife of death is making unreasonable progress due to her concern for her missing husband."
"She been editing the book, of course she knows." The other Ender undertaker huffed, "There isn't anyone in this universe that peels entire letters off the surface of a page and carves them back into it. One at a time like some sick soul eater."
The two step right into the edge with peering into the lake.
"It's a gate." The sensitive Ender pulled them away, "They eat you. Gate. Gate. Gate." They three are on the floor when the surface of the water breachs and a whole mass off black goop cries death throws. Lowering back into the depths, "Eat things." The sensitive guy jitters and shrinks small. Rocking about, "Eat time. Eat space. Eat. Break. Break. Break. Gate. Gate. Gate."
The two more with moral faculties got up, brushed off and sighed together. They both picked up the insane one and throw him into the water.
"No! No! No!" Paddling fast out and even quicker to the nearest wall, "Abyss. That's the abyss. I don't want to go back. Nothing to go back. Not time. No space. No where." Gittering in loop of the last three things. Riddle being the only one that can understand their language spoken jolts shocked and moved everyone away from the pool.
"That isn't a pond for making undertakers. This is a water gate to the unknown abyss." He translates to everyone else. They all gladly hug the walls now. They all hovered here, waiting.