All statuses are adjusted, accesses removed. All rule over undertakers has be removed. You are no longer Empress. But in thanks in service you can keep; undertaker law book access, monarch's grace skill and noble etiquettes skill. Low rank dark merchant title is unaffected by these changes. Shop needs restock. Money account balance is above most nobility titles; Platinum status font is applied - this can be manual changed for merch window sales to conceal status.
Ugh, way to many notifications. She wafted the windows to fade away for now.
I wasn't done reading mine. She opened her eyes and looked around.
"Sorry." She voiced and cant see anything. She suspects he blind folded her or they were in a closed space. She wants to guess a coffin, it had the right dimensions. She doesn't know when they got into this position and what exactly was this all about. She noticed he moved his left hand off her to sweep his Sigil panel open. Continuing to read his messages. It meant she isn't blind folded but they were just in a dark enclosed space together. She is laying with her head on his right arm and shoulder. He seems to twitch at all sorts of expressions about his notifications. She finds herself drifted into a relaxed feeling, finding her eyes closing slowly and that her head leans into him.
Well then. Now that you can understand me. Will you please just stay here. If you are going to leave this coffin, at least stay in my flat. You're not ready. He opens the lid and slips with laying her while his getting out.
Sure, I will stay in your flat. Don't work to hard. If folks stop by, I will just make some excuse. I will likely blame Omen's. He sighed at her reply, closing the lid over her. She can hear he was getting changed. The door of the bedroom. The fuss in the living room. There a long duration of maybe conversation. It was background sound for her and she drifts sleeping. The rough housing in the other room has her concerned enough to be alert. All was still when the front door is click locked. The bathroom across from this room was constant dripping and pour of liquids.
Hollow's cry has been made. She shot her hand to opening the lid above her, and with sitting up. Fucking hollows, are they here too? Have they ate souls? She snarls in just remembering the sound broken souls make, I don't like broken soul noises. Sound was made from a object mimicking the call of one. A beacon to invite them. Lovely. Let there be wolves among sheep.
"Maybe this a false alarm." She hopes and lays back into the coffin. She looked at her hands, "I don't remember accepting this ring. Sneaky." She looked at it deeply, "Oh, right. I made this." She peer deeply to the stone set in, "What a lovely stone... I guess I can't complain." She folds back up, shadow reached with pulling the lid closed. Just as it closed, there was movement of the front door to the flat. Loud crashing. She stares in the under lid, "If you are a hollow with a sense of self, leave me. Or maybe I might eat you." She listened as this must have been heard. There that gurgle they make in being afraid. It exits the flat at least, soft hiss with maybe communication to others. She huffed glad and then frowns with knowing the front door is busted. She weighed up a lot of thoughts in places or actions to take. In the end, she is convinced to at least fix the door with stuff in the flat. She pushed the lid open, magic whips some materials from her storage as clothing. She makes stop to an old polished bronze mirror for face check.
Her eyes were that of her hollow way - actively no bothered in it being light or darkness. She sees that she is unpainted; undertakers have paint for runic - this adds face details and some other functions. She lacked all of that. He is right, she is unfinished. She shouldn't be functional, maybe that is why she is hollow active. Finding her hollow form using this body to puppet, while her soul is locked inside and unthreading the limbs. Undertakers souls thread through limbs, she doesn't have this.
"Breaking his door." She opened the bedroom door in staring at the mess in front of her, "Seriously? What a mess." She unfazed at all about the body parts laying around, "I swear this kingdom is cursed and its not my fault." She leaned in looking at other shades of the king using the living room as refugee. She must have saved their life when scaring off the freak, "You lot know that this is Riddle's flat?" She asked them and they lowered weapons at least. She cast several magic casts, mostly in making the door reverse its damages. It needed maunal attaching back with drill and screws to the hinges. But it solid enough to be stood up right.
"Can you make the light turn on?" One asked.
"What like I have access?" She stopped a moment, "Oh, yeah. Well just dont freak out on me. I know about my body." She flicked hand and the main light is on, "Hollows aren't affected by light sources in the way other beings are. They can see regardless of the source of light or lack of it." She tells them and lifted the door to stand to match the hinges, "The smart ones will talk of it being cold or hot. I guess their like reptiles with light and not the heat." She can hear them all freaking out, smell the sweet wafting scent of fear. She looked in checking if they were like that to her or something else. The freak at the door frame. She scanned it head to toe. She then just continues with trying to check the hinges of the door.
"Why are you no scared?" It asked her.
"You're a poor excuse." She replies, "Then again, you are not even phobia freaky." She removed the broken hinge part. It needed hammering back alignment or replacing. She lifted to the second hinge with seeing it was gone. She finger traced the hole that the hinge was at, and then smoothed about the frame itself. The damage will take more then what this flat has to fix. So now she stares square into the being that hasn't crossed the threshold, "Go away then. You're not invited. I am not scared of you. The longer you stand there, the longer I have to appraise ever part of your corpse. I already know someone that would love your hands. Your eyes. Very handy stuff. I hear a heart. Oh? three? three hearts." She makes a strange pose at her left hand, "And you ate nine souls. You don't chew them... which makes me happy. I don't have to puzzle them back together. Yes, nine. Nine poor victims." She tilted a way, it mirrors her, "Run little rabbit before I core your guts and feed my poor babies." It of coursed screamed and ran from her. She softly holds her hands, "Lovely, something stupid. The stupid ones are great chase. Isolde will love this." She back to trying to figure out the door for the time being.
Where are you? She goes looking around at all these people in his flat and back to fiddling the door.
They broke your flat front door, I haven't left. You told me to stay. I stayed. Sheesh. I scared away the hollow that was chasing these folks in here. So loud, I couldn't sleep. Whoever used a mimic hollow caller has really brought this to the kingdom. I could just scream them all back where they came from but then I have all these folks pissing themselves even more. I don't want to clean that.
The way you run your mind is astounding. How do you keep track of everything? She puts the door in the lay of the frame for now. Yet she still having to hold it up right.
"Wait! You shouldn't be even moving. How are you even up?" one the shades among the room rushed over.
"I don't care to answer." She finds some duck tape from her storage. A temporary measure. She tries open and closing the door a little. She can hear moving stuff about the corridor. She grapples another undertaker trying to escape into the room. It's not the same hollow being from before but it scampered in crossing her energy wavelengths. Mostly that she was using her shadow to net the feeling of the corridor.
"Trixie!" She closed the door behind her as this was Riddle in the living room. She poked around and sees it was that his using Omen's god gate to pull others through. She wave motion to snatched all his belonging from bedroom and locked room into her pocket storage. It's a spring of the moment idea. She then takes his left hand and he pulled her through.
"What is that?" one them hissed about her.
"We don't care to know." He replies, "Trixie, you would happen to have some sort of repelent?"
"I can do that." She replies, "It going to freak everyone out and maybe hurt others." he holds her at arms length in checking she joking, "If you want to make sure they never come back, you have to set territory. Animals have laws too." he shakes at this being not helpful. He puts her down at his feet, seated with leaning her on him. She stays all still like a good doll.
"You have strange tastes." Pride is now pulled through the gate as it seems that she is helping others being rescued.
"What are those things?" another hissed.
"Hollow. Soulless beings that envy those with souls. They tend to eat souls to break them down and recreate a soul for themselves. You can get smart ones. They know better to not eat souls." She voiced explaining, "They have god eater like habits. An animalist approach. Trade and talk is optional." Riddle posed in her beating him to the explaining it. She is scrunched up as she waiting.
"Unfinished." the king noted.
"And still able to blind walk herself around the place." Riddle huffed, "She's a handful in the worst of times." Helping many through the provided miracle gate, "A backwards blessing." she posed all shy hearing there some good about her in his perspective. The king moved on as he making direct orders about everything, listening to the reports. Now that everyone they can account for is in safety, there that pointed order. Riddle picked her up and through the gate they go.
"Whatever you going to do. You do it here." She gives her body some deep knocks and lets free some ounce of her full powers to make a large enough surface area. She starts softly, a slow rumbling that vibrates through every corner of this realm. Once she made it to human pitch, she knew there isn't anyone left. She did worry of this being a call for her pets but she did make sure to use hollow voice. This would have put the fear of her attack to all those creatures. Riddle was at his knees beside her. He did get the unfiltered full volume of her voices. She lets him lean on her, soft pat of shoulder. They stay here, looking at the empty realms silence.
"It's one your drawings." He noticed, leaning on her with looking out to the empty undertaker realm.
"Well its the same layout as the Heart clothus city. Skyscrapers that hold a ceiling up. Not a sky. Crystal tech to light everything up. The emptiness... like its 1am." She pulled that drawing out, "But there is some parts of this drawing that is other places. Amalgamation of all sorts of cities. The street lights are American. The pedestrian crossing is British. The phone booth is British but the device inside is Undertaker. The coffee cafe is also a pub. The tree." He takes a look at the drawing from taking it from her grasp, "You know, I forgot where that tree is. I just loved looking at it from my office window." He puts it into her shadow storage. They stay seated staring at the realm. The way everyone came out of hiding from seeing its safe. Cheering and grateful of seeing those that survived. The saddness of clearing the bodies of those that didnt. Riddle can barely get himself up, let alone her. But she took the turn of pulling them both up.
"You're flat is comprised. Front door bashed through. The sofa broke in two." He takes the lead in where they are going. Heading deep into the corridors for the canvas department. He reached to a desk and signed over a document. They took the information and returned with a massive canvas, door size painting. Riddle paid with a massive pouch to the desk, they burned his document. The payment was plenty. He sets the canvas up and puts her through first.
It's a perfect one to one of his flat. But this is a painting realm. A space made in oil magic casting. There is also some changes she defiantly noticed. Her own bedroom, that is not the lock guest room. There a workshop area for his pocket watch repairs. The living room is more space. There a lot better security featuring in the doors. This canvas realm has no bathroom. There isn't that private bath soak. Maybe that because they cant have running liquid in a canvas space. The public bath rooms in undertaker realms that rely on canvas make sense now. She finds it hard to walk in here, but she crawls it to put all his belongings into place. She pulls herself onto the sofa, going back to having a proper nap.
"Where?" She wakes up, sitting up and scratching some her surfaces of her arms. Riddle steps fast around and right at her side.
You should get to your room. She nods at him, as she just be in the way. She could hardly steady up. Wavered steps, hand tried the handle. She finds it solidified of time stop crystal inside. But this unfazed her, she pulled into the material. She lifted a spare coffin from her storage and slipped in. She shadow storage fills the coffin with comfortable materials. Back to a dormant state. Likely this was when the soul is crafting the needed threads to puppet this body with. She finds her dream self making her soul threads... spinning it into silky thread. She threads it through these body parts. She made additional efforts. Other features of herself that were otherwise hide in plain sight. The spare threads spun was pulling into her clothus skins. A trigger motion to unhinge claws. The deepened amount of time as her soul was using several open source guides about how puppets work and other antimony diagrams. She needs to awaken and test this. But there is some last adjustments with making threads in her head to match undertakers. This was how they telepathic link was because the way the neck and head strings.
"Trixie..." She heard knocked and was pulled back out of sleeping. She throws her blankets around her before appraoching her room door. She hovered in feeling off. Steps just out of reach and used shadow to play with the door. He doesn't look awake himself. Or that his dazed. She peered darkly of there being a lot wrong.
Are you awake? She knocked her head into the coffin lid. She felt the dust on her, dust all over but solidified enough stronger parts. She pushed the lid open and leans staring at how shrunk her room is. It's barely enough for this coffin to be stood up. In term of physical space, its tiny. In shadow darkness, its plenty enough. She steps out of the coffin and it sank to her storage. She pulls through the crystal, hand opens the room door.
"I need a coffee." She states in stepping out. She pulls all of her materials and some clothing neatly enough. She held back a yon. Her eyes danced about the guests in the living room. She pulled to drinks cabinet and finds nothing in her fancy. She delicately moved to sitting at his feet. He on a chair glaring at the group here. This group lean about the sofa and other seats. pairs together. They all stare following her, and in the slow lift at him as the rings matched.
"How are you able to work with that?" Rudely pointed down to. That's rude.
"Trixie, I forgot about the frame for the main door. In order to allow these folks access into the department, all those here have to be gifted permission. This is something that I can't do alone as we are bonded." He tilted at her in notion of speaking.
"Then I will help." She soft nods, "I want to guess you need to establish bindings with your coworkers for strong telepathic link stability. You also use this for giving them permission to enter in here. You clearly are a leader of your department and thus your flat is a sort of hub for your business. I don't know what your department is and what you got all secret like. I will gladly just follow your lead to follow conformity." She wafted her left hand a few times with being calm causal tone. It suited with how tired she felt too. In just being near him is making her sleepy. It's likely that there is safety in being near your ring barrier, and that she can keep threading her soul threads in sleep while around him.
"Right then, so we need to cast judgement but to not make them loose status as undertakers. I don't normally have a issue of this." Riddle posed hand at her.
"So like using the metaphorical chains of regert and sin to cable link them together?" He retreats back in being thrown a new perspective, "or are you expecting that something about the sin chain quality is the tie together? Sort of spinning the black threads."
"What?" Several looked around confused.
"You can see that?" He asked with pals. Together at his front. She says nothing in reply but rather she lifted a fate thread cord and pulls it into material. She then flicks it a and this was felt by them all. She looked bout Riddle. Found the last tever and tied the cord connector to the break. In wanting to do a proper job of it, she uses one claw tip to mend the break. Not needing to tie the cord as such. She finds the knitting quite a fun task, enjoying the strange stares of the whole room. Yet once the connections are cleared up. They all were now talking telepathic link to each other. Left hands posing expressive tension. It's about here that she learns they don't change expressions, and why would they as clay dolls. The perception that they do is a human veil rule, which is gone when not among human law. The hand gestures is everything that adds tone and depth to conversation. Maybe a foot tap or tilt change of posture but it's all left hand posing.
"Add yourself." Riddle knocked her a little and she tries to figure that out. She has none these connections before, so she has to create one from something. She holds the cord close to her and finds that a link to tie came from her soul. That souls create links when needed. She manually knits herself through the cord.
"So another divine ability or just because she's weird?" She heard that as if spoke through her mind. And there a lot of this sort of word play between them. Mostly in trying to figure her out.
"I guess the sigil panel is blocked. I forgot the rank blocking system sometimes prevents even my own allies." She softly let the cord be and felt heard by them, "Although I have a merchant ID, that will help you to not ask anything you don't want to know." Someone soon brought exactly this thing up and was cycling through a bunch of warnings, "The small print is so long." She posed a sigh in comment.
"Wait, you can see me." The guy lifted up.
"See.... mmm.. no. I sense. I can tell where you are. All of you. Not just undertakers." She lifted her left hand and lands a mock bird. She now give plenty of loving attention. It enjoys this time and spat her mail. It flew into somewhere and she can now feel up her mail. She puts a lot of it away to storage. One letter was left put, as she gives proper time to read her brothers message. A bunch of things about how the family was fighting the forntline of some war between the four families. That she the only one missing. He displeased of her lacking face. It was all war talk, trying to convince her to fight. Even so, she ended the letter with putting it aside.
"I know you. You sell blockers."
"As in some the candles that stops undertakers from entry into places. I stopped merchandising them for obvious reasons." She was picked up and sat to a proper seat, she unchanged posture and the sheer shock they all look at Riddle to see him lift her that way.
"You have candles for death god stopping?" Another asked. She stays unanswer to that. They moved topic to movement of the human bloodline families. They talk of events and the corroliation of this bothering their operations. As it now made clear that dragonflies crown priority is for the recovery of undertakers. Be it those fallen by fights and other accidents. The amount that keep getting affected in the magic war is leaving empty clay bodies in strange places. That as the left hand of this kings crown, finding important undertakers and the possessions they left with their shells. Be it rings of contract or equipment. Sometimes the undertakers are in the sleeping coma are at the living realm and need taking to the catacombs. These lot are the intel searchers of this kingdom, finding the moves of those lost. Having Mattu, a god follower, permits allowances of reaching inaccessible realms.
"I need access!" They all turn at the shade with a tome. She tilts in knowing the segment amd back with not bothering. She them posed counting. By the last finger of five, the tome torn itself away from the reader. The tome alters to a black ink bird, flies away.
"There been a stalemate at the pocket. Fighting has stopped. Trenches stand still. There was a break through of a unknown team of people with using God eaters to make this happen. The dead types have been able to leave the war, baring the few that stayed to watch over the living."
They all nod of this.
"Death's crown has taken reapers to act as a neutralize middle to finally allow counting. As the death god of the area had themselves ate by one the creatures."
"It will not be long for the living to leave forced or not. Bring this among the living lands or time reverted."
"Time reverts are controlled now. None of the living or the other realms time revert. This seems repaired even."
"It will still happen." She voiced in, "If there is to much breaking of living law, it will revert. A near death to a living by something like a hollow will trigger such localisation event. The more god eaters invite themselves there, the more it attracts these other things. It a matter of waiting. The pocket realm will remained scar covered of this, not reverted. It be the humans that will pull back."
They further then began what to do and where to be. Once the trigger conditions are met with a hollow pulling back time. They will have prime position to see themselves among the humans divide and gather the new changes. A secondary team nods at knowing when they are going shell collecting.
"I will likely get swept to Omens wish. I will prefer that you finish and wait for me." Riddle looked to her and she nods getting it.
"But if you get yourself in danger, I will make sure to save you." She stared back to him, "Every time you been faced with my father or his close ring." She knows that she doesn't need to further this point. There then a tilt of confused. Then the straighten of shock in looking at her as a Trickster. Then the nods of getting why she's off set. Tricksters are strange, even as allies or not. Always there a quality of unpredictable.
"Handful indeed." Among them voiced and everyone took leave. She barely can stand but manages it alone. She stares to Riddle as he gears up. She knows in this state she is, it isn't worth her hindering him. So she lingers watching him and back to her coffin as he stepping to leave. Lock on her door was flicked. She pulls through the time stop crystal. Back to soul threading in her deep sleeping dreams.