"Trixie, always appearing on cue for higher abyss matters." Mattu was his undertaker form, long silver hair that is tied back. His in the sectarian advisory postion to the current crown of the crest undertakers around them now. Sharp eyes gazed over her appearance and a tilt of wonder why Omens seated himself at her shoulders. Yet Omens flustered with getting off quickly and stamps about at her front annoyed. He stops with how intense a white specked bird stares from her other shoulder.
"Good to see you well old freind and in body of one my love. I am glad your OK both of you." She chin tickled the death bird. She takes stop to return pose, but at lightning the cigarette to cloud around her. Her mask eyes blink different eye lense changes. She finds no reason to get out of this postion. She leans right into the notion of not working about the ranking and authority above or bellow. She is not caught up with the conversation that concern is riding with at this moment. She however knows it was best for her partner to provide some cue or context when he can. She willing to wait on time from Omens, Death or the spirit possess the undertakers monarch crown.
"I have a question about the way the crowns of the undertakers work and where they come from." Death in the body of her possessive god eater loki speaks Gentle. His language maybe a little mixed of god eater tongue still fluency enough of death Language to be caught by all.
"That is a pretty invasive question lord decay." She softly draw with the clouded smoke, "We will need to ask the crowns permission and his own history to better input my answer. As I know the process of what the crowns are but the willpower within them are unique and sensitive. They genuinely need a host in order to be. It is or is meant to be a Symbiotic bond. The best leaders tend to have suited traits that match the crowns needs. This is how it isn't always an undertaker being a monarch. Its a confusing when you don't know." She softly then bows to the monarch, "forgive any rudeness that may have seemed but this bird is one of the vessel of death. Just as the bird pacing about is Omens. The god with a grapple over one the undertakers in your kingdom. Appeasing the whims of gods has benefits in unforseen ways. Plenty a time of me having conversations with death has lead to safe grim reaper changes. Although that did start as a misunderstanding. My relationship with the death god has strictly been tomes at first."
The monarch of the crown tilts confirmation with folks about her and these birds.
You're not trying to hide anything about you? Not really but if I openly stated everything like having interesting relationships with abyss monsters, outside the laws of time beings, and enjoy the taste of negative energy created by fear and stress. I suspect they will soon react as humans do. Excluding and so on. She had the used a clothus huff.
"Right, there are some ascpets that would put anyone at odds." Matthew tsked his tongue. Which was a very human expression for an undertaker. However these small details shows that both are long history undertakers that have perfected human manners even as doll clay bodies. It is even somewhat educational and entertaining just having them both in the room.
"Dark Merchant that have granted title of Shadow Duchess." She puts the cigarette out and the but end to the case kept in her coat inner pocket; it could be a clothus space pocket given regardless of outfit - she can access it. Just as the damned are clinging to the objects they left in lift as material for their bodies.
"To what can I please you, your majesty, that isn't breaking any laws and stipulations. I wish to remind you that I have interesting trading rules such as limited amounts of provisions, the refusal to trade good that can argue their own will and that consequences of needing to be careful of use and containment of products has to be sure. I mean well. Just that the sigil system has its occasional concern of many material trades. Being at battle with the crystal system is as courting an argument about souls to the lord of death himself. Yes?" Death nods at that being a fair point and translated the reasons of her weirdness plenty.
"Strange. Were you a clothus in a Previous life?" The monarch asked.
"Don't." Death posed a wing at her, "You should not even dare." She eye rolls and the monarch laughed of this. Mattu although had even made some gestures of undertakers court over the fearing what she can bring about.
"I will stay within the restrictions." She puts the wing down, "History of tome keepers are left unanswered. You mustn't ask a keeper about tome secrets or face the defense of the tome. I am access half of the pairing and it will be left at that. It's as strange that we are even together but even Omens and Fate have their laws."
This part of the conversation maybe repeat with differing parts exaggerated by the many undertakers listening. She chooses to not correct anyone nor does she bother repeating. She may have stood to bow before the crown but she had since seated back on the steps. She nearly went to go for another cigarette. But development of lacking context came to end. A file that they should even be accessing from the god court system has been thrown at the floor. Redacted as it may, all the mainstream points across the many articles was at all to see. A inside scoop of the history the gods have to many a time attempts to change. Scolding glares by nobility undertakers.
"Even with her hearing it only made some of this visible." She glances in how death and Omens were exchanging between them. They are talking to four others not visible to undertakers. The band of gods are hassle in refusing some aspects of the resulting system. There is displeasure in how the overall ruling has upset a lot of balances. It mattering for the few Egyptian and non human made gods. Her eyes lost a a little but she back to thinking what undertakers are going to attempt next.
"The resulting options taken around what classification and system should the soul system be used in the judgement." She tilts hearing now how this make undertakers being affected by the choose too. As their existence as beings is being put at limelight. It was also demons and angels being affected too. As their representing faces are among the throne gathering. It turly is wide scale.
"The issue has really put all in odds." She hummed in voicing that she got the surface depth of the values they all felt worry about.
"I posed such my ask to my scythe of his history and existence. I was not prepared for that. So I knew I wanted to hang around you. As you know." Death speaking to her, "These pets of yours." She closed his beak carefully to muffle this. She pets him gently and soul checked the area with care. Her mask moving around the back of her head. Some several leans, she let's him be.
"Don't question the tome, death. You will regert that." She voice Gentle and he tilts confused. Yet slowly it is dawning him that sadly if his scythe is being under question. Something fundamental like the tome of recognition to souls is being is the spotlight. He tilted in being the god he is, felt there must be plenty other and many encounters. She looked worried of the death god's head being filled of to much. Holding him to her arms now.
"It isn't the fault of the one that ended as they did. As transforming and changes a souls journeys use to be a natural occurrence that wasn't never meant to meddle by us. Clothus changed that but we can't undo their influence. Erasing them from the living world has only caused them to be stranded in the other worlds. Hidden and abused by the society, laws and governing gods. The very revolutionary change to how things are was because of them and improving aspects even now.
Despite the darkness and their tortured souls, they aren't any difference to how the rest of us have been. They just made it more spotlight then it was before. Made it something to not be ignored." Many will have gesturing the cons and pros of this point. Erupting the rooms vast thoughts and sea of languages.
She stared overwhelmed by the depth of so many sides at act here. She had even hugged death tighter. It was clear she felt this all to much, but here she is baring it when she isn't. Feeling it attacking her as it themselves. She felt her soul being tickled about in all these emotional wavelengths and spits.
"We should just get rid of them all." Some folks that want to see war and chaos. The biggest vocalist soon found themselves bound by judgement chains and hung by the neck up to the ceiling. The crowd of on lookers knew this was the protective shroud the crown of these grounds has now acted. Proving to all that there is a will force beyond the eyes they use to see even in the afterlife. It has even shut Plenty denials to rethink of things.
"Everyone of us and even these fallen children have binds in common that condemning them is to condemn us too. You wish the worlds without undertakers, so be it. There is tomes out there as such. You don't want to be here doesn't mean your stuck here. If your soul willed it, it would have by now made it be. But we are here and now. Our expectations, experiences and existence is the very drive of these changes our souls do to adapt." The monarch of the undertakers has boomed over all and blow away so many to stunned silence.
"You do realize that undertakers, demons and angels breaks the laws that other tomes have. You all came from outside this place at sometime. There aren't any natives among became they adapted to avoid us. When one does show up, we judge them in so many painted expressions." Another hissed forward at the rest of the room.
"But it's just this small group that is at question. No us. Not our ways."
"Then your ignorance is astounding." Breaking in a bawl scuffle that chained them to the ceiling too. The monarch seated down again with deep internal thoughts with his own crown. As the crown was getting a wedge of this action in equity. There is plenty of ill spoken but as long as it stays more a critical discussion. Omens flew around at eyeing the dangerous folks. Death kept her company, as if to prove dangerous is only with her.
She figured out it was because of using the chains of judgement. She couldn't be hung by them unwilling and she could make them worse at her touch. For the better, she stays seated at the steps with just listening or zoning into her thoughts.
She often have phrases jumble about that was a point out of the tome segment thier name came from or the sharing of a factor not to be spoken aloud. She never uses her voice at anyone. She had to ignore sarcastic questions and the questions that has broken answers. Her choose to be mute had plenty at disbelief. Just as topics crossed we're somewhat frowned 'if she understands and hears them. She of course did.
If the boundaries between realms were not cross-able, all these different races, realms and perceptions wouldn't be in this room arguing right now. They would even be trying to tome access each other to prove a point.
They adapted to the realm they live in and have never needed anything outside of itself to sustain. But now that the boundaries are nonexistent and whole ecosystems have lost. There lost walls between us had reasons and here proves it. But it's not all bad.
She leans looking forwards at turning her thoughts around and had even creak a small smile for herself.
Without those boundaries we would never had the unique things that make this happen. That seeing demons and angels have shared and agreed opinions. The other universes would have them cutting each other down on sight. Faith in gods has never been stronger. Broken isn't perfect but it's not worse. It only improves things.
The room may have errupt into every worse in fighting but she eased with being distracted further by the negative energy being sent to her. All the anger, wrath and heat. The whips of ice burns contradicted this. She stares blankly in the burst of discord across everyone and everything - petting her speckled white and black bird with content. Someone flew over her and was about to make chance with the monarch at her back. Only to be covered in plenty of the ashes of fallen around, the whole room a powder bomb with the occasional chunk of meat and bone. She unfazed, still petting the bird.
"Are you going to soul count them?" Death asked from her hands.
"I don't know, see Omens is still faffing about on the floor over there. If his eating them, I don't have to." Death frees himself and helps himself too. As the vessels these gods occupy are creatures that eat anything scrap. Death will make morbid comments with Omens about textures. Having a dislike of eating souls. The sheer fact of this disliking made her smile, staring at the corpse piles.
"Trixie, you are not affected by that?" Matthew was right up to her at kneeling. Pulls her hands at him and inspecting her condition. She shook in confusion of what exactly was used and why would it affect her. He tilts with looking at how she been watching the two gods in God eater shapes, that these bird where gargled nonsense for him.
"Excuse me my Lords. But if you can't have it, may I?" She asked of the two bird bodies. They worked together dragging over a clothus skin. She takes it warmly and gifted exchanged coins. She then hands this cloth over to Mattu, "That be your spy making the mess of everything. Likely here to tamper the god court documents to his favour." He looked about the materials with blank stare, "Clothus are living realm materials, as are parts of me. This could be why I wasn't harmed. Equally, I haven't any plots or schemes against the crest who owns these lands. Bow as I should to the crown and respect my place beneath them." She smiles, "The intent of a being can be a protective shroud too. Just as those two are having fun plucking souls." She tilted about her birds, "Best not disrespectful to the titles of gods. They have nasty fight back." Matthew looking at the birds deeply, then the cloth again and her smile of how open she expression is to it all. She isn't keeping any secrets that puts them both at any disadvantage.
"Collect the documents quickly." He voiced and they both are across the floor doing that. There is occasionally taking a paper from the bird gods or that she has to pause to filter these papers into the sigil panels. Turning the documents into hidden untouchable glass windows. Once every last paper was collected and she can verify that nothing is missing. He sits at the throne steps at her side. They stare at the crown on the floor and the bird gods hissing in fight over the best charred meat. Whatever demon that got toasted was the biggest battle between death and Omens.
"How will we be able to follow the orders of the crown now?" He stares at the crown.
"I can ask and translate for you." She shrugs, "I have never needed to listen to the host of the crown before. He knows it." Matthew stiffened up and leans looking at her. He stares watching her as she got up, apologies for rudely handling the crown and place it to his throne seat. She kneels to the crown with waiting. The cloud spirit manifests around and posed thinking about it.
"I am going to need a new host." The crown huffed and she nods of this, "The spell protective shroud over the documents had wiped all of the throne room and will be catastrophic for our adjacent allies. All those representing faces." He looked sad.
"Dear Monarchy, you mustn't worry about them souls. Lord death knew and likely they all knew with tampering with God items like those files it would have backlash. It had affected me and my partner as we are both a part of the court documentary. Our souls had testimonials and made bindings to the court oath." She looked down in slight fear as it looks mad of that, "My soul name was sold among clothus, torn from the tome I belonged. Once a meat puppet that been used to break laws. I have since gained my freedom from enslavement. Paid many prices. Although the tomes will never allow me back for being a corrupted soul, I worked with the price of my everything to be here. I finished my last needed business. And really I should have left this time and space by now. But someone else connected by these worlds has kept me here. Thus, this is my true secret. I am an enlightened being that can not move on. An outsider trapped by the inner tangles of greater machinations of some universal sense. I spend my time protecting this. Protective of the things lost, broken and left behind." She lowered more, "Forgave all and wish to forget the past. But the past is held me here. I wonder at times if my soul just wants something else or is content in just being. Pondering the universe and all it's wonders."
"Enough now." The crown hissed, "Spoke enough. Find me a host."
"Find you a host my crown." She lifted as told to. She nods to Matthew and he goes off. Watch over the crown.
She sits herself at the floor of the throne, her mask hung at the back of the chair. She stays guarding the crown for none to reach. With time, undertakers and others come to clean the ashes.
Take the corpses of anything left away. All being taken to the ponds for converting into undertakers. Plenty will fail but still it's a chance of being back. Her god eaters of god titles went for baths too, expelling souls from themselves. Plenty come to attempt but are pinned to the walls as decorated fools. She only uses shadow and does as the crowns wish. It has the time to think of itself and it's space. It depths in thought of the departments it needed and wanted most. It make random enquiries that she often will speak for it to another shadow undertaker.
Plenty have came to become the crown host but often they are unworthy or removed from status for a reason. The crown often forgets she can hear it and grumbles about plenty of things and affairs. Topic ranging with trade good markets to the quality of undertakers coming into his court.
His disappointment in the ones his previous hosts have stuck him. He would praise the hosts he felt best connected and in gratitude of the loyal vessels obtained from them. The due diligence.
She never moves from being seated at the floor of the throne, peering in glare to back off those unworthy and unwelcomed. Her shadow adding them as wall decorations. When it mattered, she pick up the crown and respectful guarded it from any duel cast against its ownership of the realm. She never once wears it.