She came around to her senses, finding herself in spell wrapping. She covered in several wrap layers of undertakers restrains. Her wound sealed in a wax substance, the one he found on her. Her clothus skin isn't here, which was her first instinctive sense to use for making sense of her surrounding. She feels her hugging his shoulders. Her damned mask too, it's not with her clay and soul core. It's blindfolded and hung softly at her skin cloth. She takes a while in checking his surrounding since he took those senses from her. Yet she also wants to be cautious. He might be doing something important and having her cloth suddenly move around unnaturally could freak people out around him. He could be doing spy stuff, as that was her assumptions. In care, she fine tuned her senses to grasp what his up to and not disturb them.
"Unfinished?" He reporting to the king of the dragonfly kingdom, "Well it explains why she seems improperly held. She masked her problems very adapt."
There an interruptions around her clay as she lost wavelength to her clothus mask and skin, feeling main clay body lifted. Arms being rough treated, her shoulders are fragile enough. It was getting cold for her, so she knew it was bright where this vessel is being taken. This temperature reaction on her clay surface bothered the being that carried her. She was dropped for ice burning their hands. They use some other methods to drag her. She isn't confident to trust anything around her. Her claws pecked and breaks the bindings. She snapped the ropes they tied to drag her, and attempted to crawl herself to a stance.
"Bewitch!" Whole team around her and she isn't letting the spell take affect. her mental capacity drove away the feeling of suggestions and keeping her sanity. She cast her own blocking methods, claws hand sliced the energy casting around her and pulled herself to a more calm posture. They all went for some approach but they evaded directional guess of where her face should be. She had to open her abnormal sight eyes, to make sense of this place. She sees many crests are act here. She stared at them all in measuring. She didn't really know where this is and didn't recognize anyone.
"Welcome back to the clay workshop. There been found a few flaws and we need to work on them." One approaches with offering right hand. She evades them in fearing the simple causally tone. She evaded others that rudely forced themselves in trying to pull her their way. She walks herself with looking at the body works and displays of shapes. Doll makers with unique designs. Several follow a set formula and some have an unique painting colouring. She manages to smaller quiet area and takes a breather in feeling overwhelmed. Her hand holding the melting wax patch.
"Hey." She heard a damned undertaker. She stares to them, "You hear me." Headless. Hands removed. They were exiled or executed, "Will you allow me?" Posed more in begging her them assuming the right to touch her. But she can't help seeing the bad vibes they arent able to hide.
"Move along." She voiced and stands barely with strength. She seems limping across away.
"Improper finish." She felt extra cold of this hand that pulled her shoulder. They were sad for her. Taking measurement of her arms and legs. Hip. Then legs and arms again, "This isn't even your real height." The tape measure scarf lace around their neck, "a wax stop. That's not a good sign. Quick now." They held her shoulders and stir her into a space, "Full height. Go." She backed off in getting them off her. She lets her senses study this workshop. This isn't someone that takes work often. Animal shapes... experimental without souls. No crests bare here.
"Teixeira!" She heard some direction and she softly moved to leaning at a tome open here. She used both hands in pouring about the pages. She finds the tome slipped away from her, "Stop it!" She makes a grabby notion of noting it was slipped away from her, and she studies the room more, "Will you stop being weird a second." She at least puts the claws away, "Right, you need help." She blocked whomever that was touching near that wax, "Don't fight me." She shirnks herself more in not wanting to be messed with.
"Maybe we do need Riddle." She does know Pride from a mile away. So it will make some these folks around her the brats under her. Adding it would be likely trusted allies. Even so.
"Oh, I get it. Your mask." One them right up at her, "You're blind. I bet you been confused this whole time." they were the one to suddenly put a cloak over her. changing the light density on her. It's a vague comfortable shade.
"So she can stumble about in total darkness when we cant?"
"You all know this one? Very good. You should give her room to stand right." the craft person pulling the folks out of range, "We need to look at all the shape. All stand up right. The room should be big enough." She knocked on the wall surface to be sure of the material substance. She makes several knocking patterns in changed materail density, "The room is made of tough stuff. Now come on." she punched the wall and it clearly crumbles, "Well then, I guess You make a voiceless point. Hybird material alterations has many strengths and weakness." She cast a spell and it clearly restored the wall, "Don't do that. Only the king should mess with..." there a long pause.
"Leave it to my sister to break everything." She snorts at that, "didn't punch hard enough to rip time did we?" She play rolls the notion that she could, "Serious don't." she waved off that this wasn't to happen, "Well since I have your attention. Death said about taking leave." She thumbs up at that, "Really? you just causally take that news."
"Stop!" She turned about confused of why someone had said that, "That's the death domains king." the runner fell at the floor flat and she shrug at that too.
"He did say you knew that already. He also wanted me to remind you that you promised to look after some the demigods that he has trouble with." She lowered and lifted up chains and with presenting them. He knew. They all knew, "What magic is that?" She softly lets those chains. She senses hands on her, each of them in a group walking her very exactly down some way. From how Pride finding Trixie untrust worthy to walk right. Her brother in death's energy with a tome often flickered over shoulder. The four brats blocking her stepping the wrong direction. As a group followed the crafter she was in the study of. Making it to a pond area. They pulled away but pushed her to continue forwards. She steps into the changed desnsity, so one of the water ponds. The crafter splashed in following stands at arms reach.
"Under the surface for a short burst, but you must be in full hieght the parts have to be covered correctly." So she lowers graudally and then it be only her lacking face that isnt under surface. She relaxed all tensions and with no part folded, "Very good. Up now."
She soft nods and lifting out at full shape. it was now clear that she been hiding parts of herself into a small shape. There been a break in where a part was misaligned and forced in the crunch. This shattered part wasn't a issue to her overhaul being. The wax all gone but a new clay filler to stop it. the pond around changed mineral shape. Casting a frosted effect over all these surfaces. The crafter was pulled away as she sits up.
"Sis, I think you have a jaw broken." She lifted hands in pattering in checking, his right. But this is a tell of nutrient value in her diet. So she did click it back but then also cast a binding to hold that part in placement. She found this with her left arm too. It to be wrap up too. She had then as she has always, rested both hands at her lower stomach. right hand glasped the wounded area. She sits dazed in just doing nothing, a little sleepy feeling but she resisted this.
"I forgot to mention." She shook a little in hearing her brother and tilted listening, "Death's leaving the boarder, whatever that meant." Well she made a back tone and had several lowering in fear. Joseph doesn't flinch as he knows her enough and that the tomes show no tampering.
"I guess I have to let the man do as he pleases. Anyone of them true titles can swap seats." she tuts and brought her right hand up with lifting the core tome, "Do I need to make some stamp of alteration to allow passage? That what he sent you for... right."
"Yes sis." He shouts back at and she snaps a finger on purpose of dripping her blood into the core tome. She closed the tome and it was returned, "That was to easy." He commented.
"Not really." She shrugs, "But the back support was already in place. We just have a few misfortune collapsed realms and it be back to business." She waved the crystal sigil platform, "Go send some ravens around for the collapse of the bugs and the heavens. The angelic higher realm is to fall four levels. the bugs will crash up two. the nightmares pull shadow. Hollows from the demi plains to shapeshift and shuffle among humans. Go." the entire system panel crashed and breaks into butterflies. So many vast shapes fly fast and far to sort all the background. She back to a relaxed pose.
"The Lady!" She shivered in that tone and blindly plucked one from the floor nearby. As of this moment, she did force herself into even larger size. She needed to empose being the stronger monster in the presense of these dementor class. She hold the corpse figure a a little doll and pets it. It lip smacked and jitters as some kid. She could have relaxed in knowing this particular one was an escape from the Seer manors; it has a long history of seeing her smaller human shapes. But she didn't want to be weak to anyone that followed it here. She knows it has allies.
"The top angels will fall four levels down. The hell realm of bug is to enter a floor above them. Something about nightmares into shadow. Hollows of the demi plains is to shapeshift and walk among humans." Pride gets that message loud and clear. Pride was likely just trying to keep track of important details. From the sounds around, a lot of writing was happening.
"And death is gone." Joseph adds, "Well more like his leave caused this. She just happens to watch a lot of worlds and demi plains. If you wanted to know what the weather is like in the clothus realm, you ask her."
"The eye gates are sealed, so pitch black and full of war." She concluded, "Which means a new system will be reformed. They are animals with human sense. Not much will have change. There be a logical change. The chess and poker match resets, so to speak. The old cards and new ones will be finalized once the gates open again." Her brother wafted hands at this. She turned away of not paying mind of the more babble he speaks to his followers. It would seems he has this posy of grim reapers, here for answers. They likely followed her brother to see if his whom of asking her about death's leave was worth it. She not paying any attention to whatever was growing as a problem.
"Treasure." She heard and lets the thing free but away from those that matter for her. The whole group of the dementors to drag other more corpses of many things at her front, "Tribute." they kneel at her. She takes these tributes as it was the deal. She makes sure the names of these souls are in good enough lawful conditions. They all scamper away once this was sorted. She removes the worse pieces to be added into her body structure. It was an old habit that still unfazed her. She felt Riddle at the move to approaching this place and she sits a more proper posture.
troublemaker as always. Causing... his thought trailed into silence. She titled in knowing his direction.
Well a nightmare should always cause terror into those it preys on. Not that I intended to, I cant help that my natural shape is annoying. She makes a pouted expression.
"Ribs. That bone. The third jaw. Missing half a spine. Not a human." the crafter at least has this blaze of passion in him. He was actually thrilled that she is not a human shape. Riddle steps into reach, posing return of her clothus skin and her mask. She nods in thanking him. The cloak pulls over to her and the mask lifted into place. She leans at relaxing, dipping back down into the pond. She adjusting height and shape, once the layers were settled. This is the way she should be, just unnaturally uncomfortable height. But not to lean at doorways. It seems the clothus part pulls like muscular system around the exoskeleton of clay parts. So although she can remove her clothus cloth to act as a second body, it does have issue for her whole body integrity when missing. There was none of the forcing herself a larger height as the need for it scattered like cats to cucumbers.
"And up." The crafter of undertakers is exactly as she imagined a eccentric zoologist to look like from the Victorian era. Pin coat. Wire bottle Len glasses. Moustache to make any expert professional. That weird paper grey skin colour that be off some knock off modern drink label. Yet equally this guy doesn't look famous unless you were in the area of expertise. He doesn't care about getting his shoes mud up if it meant study of her structure.
"May have ruined the dress." Pride quick to have something to throw over shoulder, "but it's the least of your problems." Helped put from the pond to land. Riddle pushed away by both his sister and the crafter.
"Dress can always be replaced but the value of sentiment will wane." Trixie wasn't use to this friendly comfort, and doesn't understand the strange tension by undertakers and death reapers. Although, she hasn't really thought about how the two race of beings thought of each other. How things were being changed where it shouldn't need to have if true title of death stayed in this realm.
"Right, we will been to be able to remove the broken article and sculpt new." the moustache was twirled. His way to into the blaze to be trust worthy, she had even doubts about this weird crafter.
"I have a few spare around somewhere, don't threat. Might be able to dust out the armour one." She looses into her deep thoughts, Just where was it last used. One the hell god realms. It need a drip in a purification remedy.
"Teixeira!" She blinked in looking up from being suddenly seated. A lapse of time change. The dementors were long gone and now was the shuffle of that tension hitting a new note. The surrounding of fallen or defensive scuffles. She only really back with it when she heard her name so desperately spoke.
"Sorry, disconnected a moment." She back up standing, "I must have moved things again or they moved." She looked around at the lift of weapons around here, "So Joseph, what are you wanting to do with sub security basement 4? The underground where the death scythes are kept." She turns at him as he seems cut by her asking this, "They aren't patiently there because they want to be."
"What? What are you scheming?" He all dust covered, clearly a few undertakers have been broken up by him, "It's your fault!" She shook perplexed for a while in what was her fault, "You let him leave, just like that. No asking. Just let him leave!" She softly nods at this and them frowns with twisting.
"Hey Silver, since you hanging out with him. You all busted up about death leaving for stuff? Man has every right to have a lifetime of humanity. He deserves it most then others." The scythe hung from Joseph lifted and hovered at long lengths. Unfortunately understood everything she was on about and more. It know and she know. It's those around that don't, "I have been real nosy. I felt it right to treat my good friend well, send him to a nice realm that needs his personality. He be back soon. But he love to meet those folks. I have access to those tomes if some emergency raised but I wouldn't want to be on his bad side from such thing."
"Well that works for me." Altering into a liquid metal cat, hops to Joseph shoulder, "You know where he went." She nods at this, "If you think it works." He hops off Joseph to continue his duty. She looked to Joseph and he pale in realizing it wasn't a normal blade. There a lot of things that her brother still hasn't grasped in these spirit realms. He sees things in human value as she used to back all those lives ago. The scythe of death was just a tool that pries souls, but it was the judgement if a soul should stay within a body vessel. He doesn't know it was their own race of being, a well kept secret that even angel's didn't understand. She asked about the basements of death's tower in his domain - the hidden realm of more these blades. As everyone had to be used to finish the completed compendium of this universe. He knew nothing, nothing about the vast afterlife worlds. None of the rules.
"How long have you known that was a living being?" The crafter asked. She feels no need to reply at that, rather she was taking action to get folks to move on to more important things. She especially was waving to any spare grim reapers to get back to their salaries. She make short talk at the blades they carry. She wafted the undertakers to get moving with tasks. She made a stop in holding her left arm together. She faces the little group of people that are here for her. Her brother is pulled away to face conversation with death gods, to learn the lessons he missed. Undertakers only can help each other, the fight long passed now.
"Some rules are impossible to fathom. The way things are that can't be changed and altered. Time passes. Space is vast. Life moves in vessels. Death removes the trapped." She finds herself slipped these words at her lips, "When there is a limit, you know best to never push things." She looking at the deterioration of this clay body, how it can't handle the exceeded powers she influenced through it. The game of being large has now a backlash. She lets her left arm crumble into the powders. There a lot of her at dust, but she isn't dying. More exactly it is that this clay vessel can't handle her. So she being turned to a half broken undertaker.
"I am not letting you slip." she finds her waist held, cold draft towering around her, "You bring so much trouble and someone has to fix it." she snorts at him for that.
"It can't be helped." She back to a sort to listless staring. Riddle pulled them both out of this place. Its the same place as he took her before. The private pond near the kings room. Only the Shade's of the king follow them. Pride was to active with the public ponds needing her assistance. All those under her putting effort too. Instead of the the full pond, which where a human is turned to clay. They were going to the area that already clay made come to soak in higher mineral. This pond has its own cocktails of altering minerals; making it unique for only those of the Shade and the crown to use.
"You can cross into time stop places." She heard him.
"Well I am a Fallown. The soul cursed humans that were trapped in some time complication curse. We can use the time stop that death and other races of spirit can use. We can make our own or enter into one active around them. It takes a veteran to contorl this. Many young fallowns end up in dangerous accidents... turned into tricksters for being caught in these dangers. Most loose thier lives as a human quickly. There is consquesnce in long durational uses. There is only an infnite of life force inside a human and it pulls on even if time stopped around them." She explains, "Most times when a Fallown is turned a trickster, these ability is pointless. It should only work in the living realms. But is suspect with being a tome keeper, my reach of other laws. The other realms in my care. But this is only a guess. Human thoughts, things I used to worry about."
He clinched her tightly and leaned backwards into a surface. She lets him use her this way, into this blocked tunnel area that was frosted in time stop. She already been in this place a few times. She used this tunnel for short cut between public ponds to the catacombs. With her in his arms, he finds himself able to do as she does. He seems a little freaked out on making through.
"Best to not break anything, you're king will be a little mad if this time stop wall was damaged." She waved her right hand in making sure that their crossing hasn't damaged the structure crystal. As stopped time is a solid mass here for undertakers. Riddle passing through it will have some issue, but she made sure his included in her personal bubble. He clearly knows this tunnel area and its off cuts. It been sealed but he knew the navigational premise of what this tunnel hide. This area has a pond to the abyss, they lost her in there before. This time it was some other bath area. Yet it uses the over spill of the kings bath, the abyss pond and the shade's pond. It's the source of the highest concentrate of mineral for the public ponds; its the reserve between the kings pond and the public pools.
"You werent finished yet." He meant before, "Don't you know there is a wait period between clay forming and carving? You weren't to be attending the ballroom like you did. Such events are not for Shades." He lowering her into a small crystal carved stone. This was hand carved in purpose to be a one person pool dip. He leans at the tub side, "I didn't realize you needed you clothus side, so I am a little at blame." SO her misshapen joints that had broke were indirectly his fault. When he was carving the over spill of clay through her, he realized his error.
"If you think I get mad about it, I am not. I feel lost. That disconnection to my human life and ending up here is been scrambling about. Events aren't aligned to what I thought was happened. I am also feeling time distortions. Feeling several different versions of myself. It isn't crazy, and not my first time." She leaned into this water comfortable, "The only few things I know to keep a hold."
"What exactly are you?" He brushing her hair, made her lift up to sit up to keep talking to her.
"I don't know. I don't care either. I am ok no matter what I am. I will still love things that I do. I will still be facing frustrations with tomes. I will be scared. I am strong enough. Worthy of myself and all these things that make me. So I don't have to be scared. Its good that I am, that I feel presence." She finds this all very relaxing, the water and the tug of his hands through her hair. The sounds of the water and echeo of this tunnel system. She can feel the reacting chemicals and mineral attaching. She softly being dipped low under the surface and brought up. The way his carving at her hands again, arms and then trying to take a while of wondering what is with her joints. He clearly doesn't understand her body at all.
"Clothus are flesh and brittle bone. They are called Clothus because thier skin is like cloth. Patterned and a membrane that changed by the vein systems. They have small thin bones at the so called skin seams. It looks like were a seamstress would sewn the material into shape." She pulled her hand away from him and leans to stare at him, "But upon being in their native lands, they are human. Organ, skin, hair and the same body systems as humans do. The theory goes is that they become vacuumed squished when they aren't in their native lands. Only high power titles of clothus can survive a out of realm journey. Only the ones with chess, poker or blank symbols." She lifted her hand to show something, pulling her clothus flesh to perfectly glove. Putting her into as close to her humanoid clothus shape possible, "It takes years of perfecting this, to have a clothus perfect their native realm shape to outside." She showing off as her skin is pulling all across, layering into perfect alignment, "This layer sometimes gets stuck between my human skin layers. So when I was alive, I looked sickly or wrong. They always know something was off." She lays back into the water with soaking in with being more correctly put together. Riddle nods at this.
"We need to better perfect the under shape." He tells her, "You don't always have your clothus skin on." She smiled at that being true, "But with this now in mind." He stares and she removes the layer.