"Pen down." She voice across the classroom and began collecting papers. She nods with first glance of how well this body of potential mages have. How their futures show to her all seeing eyes. She placed the pile at the front, "You may go now if you must." Its a last trick, "Stay here to be picked by a suited tutor for magic instruction. No student will be left without guidance." She spoke in the mage tongue openly, which normally break law of citizenship for a mage. But she not a mage from their Island... a loop hole in the law. A born American that failed the systems. Flew across to England and was lifted to mundane mage Agent upon completing education with the schools there. She only just turned 23, and as a teaching aid. She does her best to be a contribution to society in troubling hunter era. She never proven herself to be combat worthy, never made it in the army and fell in the job gap system.
"What are you doing?" one them hissed.
"Proving a point to you all. I am not a born resdent of your island. But I heard every quip about your noble seat above the magicless. You blamed the lower students and really your just as arrigont as the whole rest of your soceity. So behind in the basics. I can't fathom the health care." She huffed, "Sit down if you have no where else to be. You wouldn't want your family disappointed." She crushed a magic casting with her right hand, "No party tricks in the class room." She wags finger, "We don't need a repeat of last week. Perfectly graded papers seeming turned to ashes. Its just a shame that those were photo copies while I sent the real one's to your head of houses." She playing the nerves on them all, teasing dark feeling. And with a deep gasp in, the room turned numb to her provocation. Not a person has the fight in them against her. The tutors come at pace now, taking three students of worth at a time. All to the last seated one. Someone that stares at window with no hope.
"Magic and their language isn't anything that special." She sits at the desk in front of this student and they looked at her. She staring out the window, "You're divinity is what brought you here. Not magic." he tilted confused, "There seems a god quiet attached to you." She then pulls a small vessel of this god to the child, "Don't you feel the connection?" they take the pet from her.
"Jackson!" Someone at the door huffed.
"Yes." He carries the divine vessel and looked back only one last time of her watching the windows. As if she never stopped looking outside, "Hey Sir, what with the teaching assistant?"
"Mmm?" He looked into the room confused of the kid, and that the kid holding a invisible something, "Ah, you're a gifted sight type. Whatever teacher you think you see in there, isn't human." He tells the kid. With the kid looking in there. She not visible to anyone again. Plenty of the kids complain of her but this makes many scratch heads. As there as never been anyone hired in the system as an assistant. Whatever being it was, seem only to bring good results for the mages and thus has been ignored then after.
"That creature is something from the abyss, out of reach. She means well and only ever seeks to exist enjoying whatever vague existence she holds." The vessel of the god taught his new follower, "We must move topic to more important things. You must slip this group and go to the cathridal. It's on the undertakers side of the security." The scheme was well thought, she heard every detail and helps them. Right to the church holy boundry, of which she can not cross. She stands the barrier block, as it was as far she can be to watch over them.
It been a long day, she returned to the lower layers of this place. Gearing back into the visible shape they know her for. She takes a seat at her favourite coffee shop, with her oat milk latte at hand. Facing the window, people watching the hunters, humans and mages. The school fish that swim brazenly in the shallows of these coral reef. Twilight came and she leaves the closing coffee place. Showing her paper slip and setting her clothus stall cloth into a table. Pouches of small potent salt grains, candles of warding and small mimic bottles of black summoning sands. The real prices beside these displays. Only her left hand flatters in trading quips and is just another demon merchant among demons. A long night of small undertaker pair trades, a random grim reaper with a blade sharp service and her being pestered by her god eaters. At the raise of the sun, she pulls the cloak away and her human side wakes out of the sleeping bag. She stares watching the way light dances through the double doors into the tower mall. She stretched, magic cleaned up her appearance and make another day attempt to illegally register as a Huntress. Per always she never gets a non-human to be served by, ignoring her knocking requests. She takes them herself with her shadow use and left the counter annoyed of another day. With the earning, she goes to have breakfast. She slips security to the undertakers side and got on with requests. Always are they related to her god eaters or trade partners of the hidden and black market. By afternoon, returning from a disc zone. She hands in the finished requests and has a decent meal. She go fishing to help the helpless or to eat negative emotions of failed hunter groups. Sometimes she able to to some proxy lord land business with exchanging wake world materials to her neighbouring lords.
"Sorry." oh just some old fashion pick pocketing. She isn't exactly the lawful sort, since she homeless and without a Hunter ID to access the help she needs. Flaw in the system is that unqualified to make the test are always provided the legal ID needed. Without ID, no banking or housing help. Its a vicious cycle. None have helped her from this life. If and when they catch her, she be some useless criminal with no skills. This is why plenty in her place gave up, plenty of damned of those that fought hard in life. Even more that felt unworthy. It's the sad truth this world makes.
"What we go today?" She picked the wallet thorugh, "Nothing of worth for me." She pockets it for now and made mental note of the details on the id card. She makes for some other misfortune fella, pick pocket that wallet or prized item. But still it wasn't anything of use for her. Maybe a little credit in the ID for a small snack. She transfers this credit to her merchant ID. She return the wallets to lost property at the welcome desk. She does sometimes catch them back to return those wallets directly but never talks about it. She also mixed wallets before but still none have taken action for this.
Time comes to stand still around her, but still she walked around and has even played soft games around the stop time for undertakers. Amusing herself with small anticlimactic set ups.
"The revert event will come and rinse away the spare lingering souls that haven't allocation here." She notice this being a conversation between not pairs as they were flipping about the calender system and human computers at one these desks. The guild system also being edited this manner too. She wasn't sure of there being a revert but there can be minimal localized reverts that she can't sense and has been snared by before. It's why she tumbles back younger and younger in some lifetimes. She considered crossing to the neutral markets of undertakers instead of being washed in among humans again. She lost her sense of identity and place as a human already.
I haven't completed a few personal god requests. These things that help smooth the overall universe since its not the ordinary system of realms. I lied partly about not being able to make it to the silver river, but if had do it then - I wouldn't have had the god trials resolved. So now I am not a pending sinner, I can make it to the heavenly realms. The judges of the guardian gates through those realms are about to have a good time. She scratched her head in feeling that she is more convinced of being committed to these issues. I hope I am not to late to ease things. Mmm, it will be fine.
She makes round trip around at the stores here. She taking the stock for things no one cares for and are delightful welcome gifts to the worlds she will be passing through. She does a few dark marchent tasked requests from the negative sigil panel, the Noctorm access. She stores plenty of materials that will be of use in her journey across the heavenly realms. Plenty of containers are the ready for use. Plenty of markers for runic sealing on those containers. She was hesitant in thinking about a return back to this land as home. Its was the one thing she flip flops most. Even her soul wavered at such basics. She no longer a little girl in need of hand holding. But she is a total stranger in unwelcoming lands. The only things she knew was her existence will have changed but for better. As if the benefit isn't some seen or felt thing in the right now she lives by. Dream as she want to make herself a house with a open garden and space for her animals. Her ties to everything doesn't allow it. Maybe it does and she doesn't see it yet.
Maybe I should have saved a little undertakers realm to keep for myself. Or just insurance for when my soul isn't home. My vows are untied. The only one still chaining me is tome and Ender. But neither forbid me leaving the living side, rather only that I don't leave this space. The world doesn't need my influence for history to repeat itself or make changes I can't handle. Although it might when I am this removed in the pages.
She hovers out of reach or not in the way of working bodies. Time stands still and what was a full tower of geared hunters was silent and isolated. The missions as a dream task are simpley in aiding or redirected the undertakers without being found out. She made it easier for them to take people though portal discs. Particularly trouble ones as Darkwood, Glader and now this 'Jackson' kid she just heard of. The undertakers are only here due to a time jolt and change. She sees there was a few undertakers running in panic, given they have been running this whole time. They pulled people at what seems randomly. She watched intense of this as the reverting was coming like a ripple. From the way there a sound of some human panting on the same floor as her, this was who those undertakers been searching for. She met eyes and it was clear. That was the Ender title. She not sure who that face is and what their deal is. Even so, she ran around over and takes there arm. Saying nothing she pulls them evading the time ripple, she hadn't the time for stairs and pulls him into her arms. Carried him as she jumps sliding the railing with feet. Diving a roll on landing, guarding the neck and head of the person she carries. She felt a sharp pain at her left foot but baring with she pushed herself into the undertakers. They all pulled her and the guy through the disc. At making it the other side, she got him off her and stood up. She studies how they stand back. She gave a path greeting and then takes no resist leave. She felt the tangles of ice senses holding her heart but she dares no look back or play their games.
"How did you know?" The wafting shadow lifted from her shoulder and alters as the title of enders mask.
"You. Or made just that souls have strange connections." She voiced softly and with looking over the masks condition, "I am heading to the heavenly realms for some long overdue god requests and dream realm changes. I am unsure of return. I don't think I coming back to human world I was from. If I do, I will be changed too. Finishing the changes that replaces the silver rivers purpose." It claws into her with shock, "That soul need returning to being the Styxs of its tome. Our Styxs needs settling upper god realm reach. Blocked time crystals for me to harvest." She looked forwards, "Nothing changes who I am, not really. Survival and how to survive is a realm grounded thing. I came back for anything you need me for. Whatever excuse my new way of thinking will accept."
"Trixie Trickster, you still have uses being human." He said. She shakes at that.
"I always am human in my mental image." He drifts with detachment for now and she takes a sigil branch to brighter worlds. It hovered and returned back to its host. Removing the curse of disguise off Mattu. The silver hair grown back and skin to clay. A little mental battle for a bit and getting up robotic like. Dull staring to those welcoming him home. It then sort of stung of his own chest a knotted discomfort. He reflexively looked at his hands, there rusted into dust a ring. The core stone stolen and in his palm was his stone off his partners ring. He stares listlessly in daze of this and couldn't paint who there was.
She startled by the sudden prompt that sigil made at her face.
Congratulations on completing 'the hardest catch among undertakers'. The monarchs of many lands was impressed in how you beat their best people in the capture of Dragonflies shadow hand. Even the monarch of that kingdom is alert of your skills. Gifts have been noted in you inventory and ledger. This mission will become repeatable.
She sighed at relief of this prompt being some meaningless significance to her, and yet felt she had to finish reading to the last lines. As one the pair to the title of Ender, you have impressed the title in saving itself. A further reward will be considered by its will. That isn't always a good thing. Dont make shady remarks about that title, damn crystal computer god.
The most important part of walking sigil is to be geared as a path walker gear. She normally uses Summon to dress her but summons seems in a strange sad mood. Wouldn't come to play even of Eliza asked her. She plenty left over cloaks and gear. She finds plenty of materials and weapons from previous experiences in her ledgers. She took her time among the undertakers open neutral markets to exchange and profit materials. She has an entire mummified old sigil path bush of new rasin berries in exchange for seedlings, liquids and metal scraps. She met a from death god vessels and monarch order of death to exchange tome requests. She sharpen weapons in a corner ally for exchange damned currency.
Bounty alert - how will you wish to handle? She was walking among crowds when this prompt displays.
"I can't help but feel like I want to tease him." She thought long of the issues it could bring but if she words it differently.
Bounty edited - 'Lost black uniformed partner. She avoids the spotlight and is as impossible of capture as her partner was. Omens may hiss upon a broken one. Needs returning safetly, additional reward is black summoning sand.' She stamps a few extras for it to appear on the Noctorm access, be it little laughing remarks of someone using a system she can access to find her. To prevent any unwanted elements, she used several high guild stamps. Setting the search record to require above A rank.
Yes, now I am pleased of this resulting page.
"There isn't any way that someone of abyss being could enter sacred realms of heavenly purification." She heard as some are reading the new forum comments about the bounty and the way the guild posed hands off approach. She is highly respected at the counters of request and bar exchange points. There plenty of clothus still stung by her voice against them ruling this universe. Plenty more gods have made mental notes and turned away for more pressured matter.
"You." She was stopped by some guy with a wood block and a drawing. She scales him and he posed left hand to the wood block. Once she takes the wood, he then used that hand about the drawing. She inspected the drawing at great lengths. She measured wood density and easily with claws carves a rough surface out. She pose asked if this was fine before continuing. He looked at the drawing and the log. He makes no like or dislike. She finishes the whole piece. She was dropped a back of damned coin and metal scrap. She left hand returned the log. Her shadow at the shavings and the drawing was vaulted away with other examples.
"This being likes gold." She voiced gently about the status, "Impractical as it seems." She posed at thinking as they posed stunned a bit, "You appeasing them. Here. Me too." She reached about and with lifting way to many necklaces from her arm, she finger taps each softly, "This one." She lays the status to wear the gold chain and set pendant, "You make them feel better. I have always enjoy this time carving your requests." They skitter fast away from her. Likely the necklaces thing bothered them. But these were from the beach and abyss. The corpses trapped on the not trees. She knows that guy will be back. She a reliable wood worker, of that wood was normal - he go anywhere else.
Like any other traveller, she makes stop to all the areas sigil path folks stop for rest and apease travel temples. The occasional shire and hidden message boards. Sigil melts as many places, from inner castles, hotels. Sometimes trails of mountains and forest game trails. The flow is always changing plenty walkers around are here to trick fellow walkers in schemes. Some are locals gathering materials and attack walkers as monsters. The real monsters stay sleeping as long as no loud strong soul comes by. She stays undetected as she wears silence in her mind and soul. Walking onwards. If she has to stop, it was to play games with abyss creatures that hide scattered around this universe. As no one realized that the abyss as already long invaded these waters and settled in among fish. Be it like crustaceans and mirco-ecosystems of coral reef nutrition exchange. These path walking shires are the subconscious public way of appeasing the abyss monsters around them. Snack meat offerings and abnormalities. More times then not, it's that they reconginize her and appease her instead of her placing an offering, meaning she still the threat they fear. A few bad ones had been dealt with and replaced with more suitable options. All these Noctorm pane requests overflowing of overdue touch up. The journey was just as much a enjoyable as what she thinks her end goal is, which is looking for home.
She ear marked a few passing realms of interest and made considerable progress of getting a hang for the laws. Yet she never stays and that progress is used for the next potential. She slain one the refusing monster eater, as it kept breaking a normal law to the local area. This wasn't a request and it didn't have to be done. She didn't need the materials, but still she did it because she thought about this realm for a home. Useless as she left it too.
Bounty taken down by Ender. She smile but frowns of this. As it wishes. Ender set this bounty to private record only to only himself. Very amusing but suited his situation. It's about him. Let him as he wants.
The remains of this fishing town was dire, as whole houses are vaccant and vandalised. Graffiti of curses and runic prayers in begging for the rivers return. The shire cloth ropes shielding folks walking onto the embarkment of the silver sands. She scared anyone from sight to disappear, likely that her body had monster features. From hollow hole through and the creepy void of a face.
She makes it under the shire rope like police tape and steps points into the silver sands. At the wave of her hand, the sand ashes lifted and pour to her inventory and the sleek slaps of a tome drips black bubbles recounting the souls here.
Breaking the very normal laws itself, she uses a clothus technique. Turning the tome layers into material cloth. She does this to all energy she finds tangible. Now as if she craking a computer passwords, she stitches thing about the materials and removes mistake from previous clothus tampering.
The area loosing the silver river, gains instead a silk trading road with Cog souls exchange points. Encouraging to make this a sigil pathway. She enlaced the sigil system to enact along this path by embedding flaked of the crystal into the reality materials. She compressed its all back to the pouring layered tome, now clear flowing ink then blood and black. Thus it allows reading the tome as it should have. The local tome keeper having been a part of the altering and changed grasp the segments in delight. Celebrating the repairs to get on with things. Her fingers play about the soul makes and adjusted the line spacing and formatting of the overall tome.
You completed several Godly promises, restoration of the heavenly realm settlements, and soul repaired all the associated elements of holy boundry. Body adaptation and public image has been changed. New title added -Angelic chaos. Your very ability to bend reality for angelic beings has you seated higher then most demigods. The gods are grateful and afraid. The sibilings of the pathways sees you with reverence. Omens has further destabilise and status of fallen is in affect. Omens is at war of himself. I am sure is girlfriend fate will string him back together. Fate?
Whatever she done now with her witty remark has crashed the entire sigil systems across the universe, blacking put the services while it works on some personal mission.