"Queen golden dragon and King Black dragon." The announcer stepping aside in kneeling before the white haired, dragon leathered ball gowned monarchs. Befit of their status in a crowd of mythological crest kingdoms. The wheel chaired king of grey was the only one whom nod respecting this dragon couple, postured his hand a sort of in family sign. The queen is whom returned the gesture with the grey dire wolf.
"Are you in fancy with the nightmares?" the mad dragon speaking to his close allies; the monarch of wyvern, the crown of red rose and the crown of antler stag. Fluently all spoke fancy of their lacking deal with any dubious markets. The dragon queen sits along side the wolf, exchanging old memories but laced secret exchange of information.
"Armatures." spoken a demon with a monarch crown, red wears and a plastered business smile at more twisting the longer he overheard nonsense. His black hooded advisor steps and whispered. The demon king spat his drink at the floor, snarling. The servant runs far, the king casted some sort of contract punishment of his advisor.
"Maybe taking it easier on your lower man might be better working results." the classic undertaker monarch pats the demon king shoulders, eyes deeply saying something else. The demon left his slave alone for now, facing his benefactor. A new set of drinks is slide to both their hands.
"So the stage is ready." Plenty stood back from the traps and cursing, "We only granted here because of our hold with gods." Indeed this row of undertakers are not monarchy or chosen crowns. No candidate of a crown.
"Where is Omen's follower?" asked between these god followers.
"Going by the sheer panic of the god vessel seated on the chandaler, I recken tonight biggest threat has yet to arrive. I don't even think its his follower his concerned about." they all gaze up at the vessel and back down with posed respecting.
"Out of the whole set being here. Young Jackal... you are the last soul I would have seen allowed here." they turn to the fine living lad with a clean iron press suit with crazy dye hair. He back hand his only freind among the god followers.
"I didn't want to bring it up. But my invite was from my sister." they twist with shock, "She's not dead." he furthered, "But maybe we should wish she was."
"Do you hate her?" he huffed as that wasn't it at all, no. At heart, he was glad she was safe. It was her entry in the tome that made him sank. He glances up in exchanging direct eye sight with Omens.
"What matters now is what next disaster is about to overturn." He breaks sight in looking at the entry, waiting for her. Waiting for the announcer to speak her entry. Yet the doors are softly closing, ending the public announcing of lesser undertaker kingdoms or late entry. Everyone had stopped words as the realms light dims, affecting even undertakers that don't experience that normally. In flickers was the distortions of those laying as corpses and then being totally normal once more. The main door was thrashed during a bright moment. Bursting as floating time stopped splinter spray.
"Nyarlathotep!" Deaden tone growls, the door reverted back to solid mass. Undamaged, "Damn cat climbing the curtains." The floating shards of an undertaker body slips shadow to light. Each step materialized more her corest and hung status pieces. At the last step, she softly bows with the crown host of the event. Unicorn monarch, "I am so sorry for the mess. My pets are always making something interesting to occupy their bordem." She doesn't wait to be forgiven as she was lowering down and hugging up a black mass. This mass was vapor cloud and when she made a strange tone, it fleshed as a fat body black fur tabby. This cats face plastered to her chest as she held it secure to herself, "See, another little monster to take my attention away. He would claw my thigh if I don't pick him up." patting the cat softly in a baby hold.
"Ex-Empress, there is always mess by your creatures. But you at least clean up after them unlike the way the gods handle things with humans." this king glares of the approaching god followers interested of her attention.
"Here Brother. Baby the baby to sleep." She rolls the black fur cat over to Jackal, "I have to stop Ragnar trying to eat Omens, again." She slip steps shadows. Not that far from everyone is her pulling the vessel of Omens from the coil of black scaled snakes. Her voice repeated a hissing, and soon the snakes slink away empty jaw. She carries omens back and puts him to sit pretty on a god follower shoulder. Omens feather fluffed in reflecting how nearly this vessel was god eater food. Omen snaps one glance over at the black cat. Morpheus did a lazy swipe to Omens, baring teeth in missing on purpose. Omens flipped about with trying to flee. Caught from falling by Curiosity.
"You're a terrible uncle." She take back the black cat, "Maybe You should be luck that Loki has no teeth." Jackal frowned of that.
"The drooling white, grey and black reptile bird?" He needed to know.
"Yes. Loki is just a cute nickname. I nickname them all, its not to steal the real Loki or Morpheus. We name our pets cute things." She paused and tilted, "Ragnar no!" she stomps her foot and this lifted plenty of beings across the room, "Ugh, now the dogs are crazy." she huffed, "They going to play the stomp game."
"You taught them." Morpheus spoke at her arms.
"I know." she replies.
"Just leave it to Tyr to be chased." Morpheus voiced and soon enough the whole room is being pushed aside by the mass of beings breaking the main door on exit. She glares and Morpheus disappeared to help Tyr.
"How long has Morpheus been able to speak?" King Shock speaking up for topic for her to grasp.
"Squeaky retired the last book closure, and Morpheus took over the job while handling the new parts." She tilts with how the room is back to a settled manner without her crazy animals making disruptions.
She posed her hand at hiding her face for now, as she felt that her own functions were becoming active. Her sight shifted, and her scent of smell soon tuned to a broken nearby. She dials gaze deep to the shattered double doors. She stays alert but brought a court fan to cover these things from those around her.
"You mean that it is a book keeper." Plenty look about the room for such abnormalities.
"Oh, no. Of course not." She corrected them, "God eaters are boundaries keepers. The teeth of the fence between curtains." She flaps the fan to spread wider as she felt the tension pressing deep and is being felt among the crown beasts. The hosts are informed of there being something not right and to have no regard of being able to see or fight this.
"Lady Noctorm. What a surprise to see what grace falls a once talented soul. This place is a broken back water of even lesser soul worth. None of them even smell worth it." She snaps close her fan and are perfect aim, she pulled this mysterious one into the visible. She pulled them to the floor at one flowing motion, soon with kicking her heel into their back. The mad thing giggles of the attention.
"You don't come seeking me out unless you broken some souls again." She snarled in forgetting to hide her unnatural. The figure giggles enjoying her clearly remembering this creature. She takes stop and puts composure back about herself.
"I came to trade." the freak getting itself off the floor, wild smile for being wounded, "Wow, how did you do that? you steal some local flesh?" She clawed and sliced it in half. The two pieces peel away and then slip back together, "That's amazing." it praises in her whole body, "Here I thought you came from here."
"Dullahan, get to the point of why you came to find me. What are you begging for and what cost are you going to pay for it?" It lifted at shock of its soul class being used as its name, finding that soon it befits this name. Dullahan is the Irish Headless horseman, which foretells death. It certainly has a soul name, and give she used this classification that mirrors the soul's nature.
"This place is crazy." Dullahan posed over four items. A scythe, a time piece, a tome and a jar of souls, "Broken are your trades. I want repairs of my soul." She indeed guessed that his excessive carry of energy is due to a soul fraction, a soul wound that is festering with misbalancing energy. The time pieces and scythe had made sense with a tome and souls. Especially as a outside worlds traveller.
Her claws pluck the soul from this Dullahan, removing Clothus cursing; explaining his obtaining of this tome at this condition. This creature has no means to maintain tome or read it. He is a 'headless'; his soul lacks the portion of eyes to withstand light wavelength. He adapted by his outside travel, a flaw that will keep him from allowance among social law. Although, this broken dangerous not universe has a strange nack for befitting a being lacking eyes. She doesn't feel confident of it staying here. In poking about the puzzle pieces of this fragmented soul, she was able to repair enough for Dullahan to be satisfied. He placed the four objects at her feet and scampered out. Torn a hole in space, she claws that close and sewn it back.
"What are you going to do with that excessive energy?" She pulled this energy into material, a fabric that colours itself as something broken to laws here. She soon summoned up a tome and shoving this materials into the pages. Put away and glaring in watching for any next outsiders trying to welcome itself to her. She sensed that it was only that one that was brave for now. She passed back with the current rhythm of events, claws away and face adapted back to normal scare folks.
"How did you do that?" She ignored the god followers among here and wafted her hand causally, this casted restoring enders across the whole room. Whole tapestry panes folded back up to reveal there gold, silver and metal works this
Ballroom splendid best of its years of. Depiction of some forgotten history time erased. All the monarchs step around looking over this beloved gold art works and detail that their crowns and previous lost crowns are among the depiction.
"Ah, I had completely forgot about this room." She looked at the art, "It was worth the commission. Look at the copper blood work." She was alone at praising the hidden elements and what this whole metal work was a threat to keep her empire in check, "Its useless now. You should have the art altered to your need, unicorn." She posed hand handing her angry smile.
"What right gave you power on my domain?" She tilted in knowing his right. She shouldn't be usable to edit a monarchy without altering the crown creatures memories. So she peers about the king of unicorn with checking something.
"You know exactly what is wrong." King shock breaking it between and she sees that his crown is afraid of the unicorn creature crown. There a lost of this. They all stare and break if the unicorn looked around. But she can tell.
"Hybird adapted. It's not uncommon." She eased, "But what are you adapted to do and change with." She isn't afraid of slipping the crown off the host. She checking over the crown, "Snapped. Someone was have been so angry. So what have it done to feel power above the one that snapped it." She softly puts the crown to the table, "So sad."
"I ate them but I am not satisfied." The creature of this crown snarls at pulling shape around her, clawed hand paws hug her, "This fool isn't any more the then last. A temporary." She posed hearing that plenty and gaze climbs the unicorn monarch, "I grow more eyes the longer I seek the best."
"Adapting to a god eater, yes not a surprise." She concluded, "Not the only crown. Nor the last. I am considering it a evolution that is always to be. It sits logical." She lowered shadow and lifted a meat of grey black and drips of blue. The creature of this crown ate it. The crown melt itself click, altered and repairing. She picked up the crown in care.
"Well his keeping a pet like you temporary. Who knows what suits it." Putting the crown back over host, "Monsters like you and me adapt with the given. This place prefects such creatures." She eased away.
"She has a crown?" The unicorn asked around.
"I prefer to hide under skin the to be paraded about like a show piece." Her voice taken over, "She suits me plenty. I give her structure and she give me lands. It's a lovely deal. She even gave me titles I enjoy and a job of torment." She is released from that short talk.
"The crown of nightmare is unique." Shock nods, showing to be in a inner circle that puts many at surprise. Not expecting a lowly insect crest to be deep connection.
"To madness!" The dragons raise toast and are happy of events. Plenty siding and soon the whole room. Mocking the unicorn lower status in spite of being host party.
"Trixie." Joseph voice whisper and she right over at his side, "The goddess of death wishes invite of her watery palace." Eliza smiled warm showing human expression. She play pat his arm and stands calm of the little host duels and play battles here.
It doesn't anything bad or a coup by any sides. Often this is how exchanging things is excused by. The event is back to track and fazed as back to monarchy businesses. No soul exchanging but borrowing each others departments for works. As some kingdoms have the better skilled hands for documentation forgery or access to alter sigil network information. Its these small things that make demons occupied with hell issues and angels at human flaws. She stares amused of all these parts and dreamer creatures taking in the court moves at interest.
"Ace, you haven't partnered yet. I request that you bridge our kingdoms." She forwards flatly at shock and her crest crown, "A shadow in hand of another." Pose of meaning Curiosity.
"I am sure its fine. But omens dislikes me. He dislikes another too. But I guess it works." The two kings stare bewildered of her strange comment, "I can't say no." She bows in accepting this. The two crowns turn away with other matters as now they felt guaranteed of the others trust.
"I heard you." The cold wrapping of material grasp her arm and pulled her to shadow. Joseph jumps at having his heart skip. Looking about confused how she disappeared without a trace.
"Incomplete altering state." It looking into her body and poking her many gaping holes.
"Borrowed body parts. This isn't my current living status." She brushed him away from sensitive things that mattered most of herself. The ender title having grasp her meaning had now peered her pocket. Indeed a sleeping human shell.
"Clever." It smiles and tugs about her puppet shape, "I need your living hands for dirty work." She stares at the ender title.
"Behind Omens back?" He nods further.
"Nor will he know." It took a peice of her for itself, "Tied now." Taken her vow as a undertaker. The unnatural way. A way a clothus takes as it pleases. She however isn't against the ender, rather is fine of it taking her this way. She finds a fragment of the title embedding her mask. She felt it inside her skin. She is released to the back of Curiosity.
"Snooping in another's kingdom without a guide. How cold." She indeed caught him snooping desk documents of the crowns crest desk, "Depends on what you wanted. His got it locked up and think it over the documents. Vault seals along walls." She pulled him up from sneaking around. She throws him to the guest chair and leaned at the desk. She posed with shuffling the papers.
"Ace... its not like you to snoop papers." The crown crests advisor enters, and with stepping around shooing her to stand at the front. She holds Curiosity shoulders. The new papers dropped the desk as the advisor sits manning this desk.
"I was making sure invoices of some interesting exchanging. There something a little unsavoury at dance of some paint materials." The advisors only heard her and soon unlocked the hidden draw. She steps around with a soft smile. He is removing the finance ledger with stapled invoices. It's posed left hand and she takes with her left. She skims the content deeply. Her eyes locked with no control as the ender title was using her in puppet. Looking at the entry pages.
"The queen was thrown to be forgotten after several rounds of malpractice." She finished looking through and returns the ledger.
"Tracking down the real materials sold and the slipped funds is the current game." She back to holding Curiosity shoulders, "Their missing similarly same stamped investigations. It's not massive amounts but it's knocking the effectiveness of departments." She soon posed with covering Curiosity eyes and staring deeply into the advisor.
"You know." The advisors voiced. She nods of this. The advisor is damned, a passed undertaker with no passover. So he makes postures as damned are negotiating. She then soon agrees and shakes on it. She pulls Curiosity up with leaving. She linked arms and escorting them out of this office. She leans into him the whole way and using the spy walkways. Pulling them across the time stop block offs and back around the plaza between nations that is eclsiping human world.
There are still plenty of nobility, the titles under the monarchs, having their own introductory of soceities. Using this open human realm as the main venue. Since now she left the crowns to business, she stayed here among the court gallery for some soak in of gossip and performers. The occasional clashing of mirror departments of differing crowns having a stand off war or a sort of stake of pride. She amuses with how the hidden interact with those that can't see or even feel them.
Undertakers don't sleep, don't dream. Here are the dream world creatures making fortune on differing shoulders. She filled her right hand with a fan and stands aside eyeing the crowds here.
"It was pointless after they left." The god followers exiting the unicorn kingdom. None feeling they served the gods good enough to the task. Plenty approach for talk about what the Kings and Queens had spoken of. Many want good word about them from a higher seat or a second from the monarchs command to favour them. To be directly favoured by the monarch isn't always favourable as it mean you to important to cause impacts. That is unless your department relies on such a favour.
"We need to make a vow." Curiosity stares.
"We can pretend to, an thus no disturb each others network for overhearing the others business. It would be bad if we were the leak of each others business. But we will sync together when being at each others side suits." She speaks using the fan to hide her speaking with him, whispering in damned then of undertakers word. His unaware of it being damned speak. There a deep thought in this regard.
"You have to much darkness to be honest with gods." Is his understanding.
"Very funny Curiosity. Your darkness is as spread as mine." She slaps the fan closed as some approached them.
"Candle maker." Rudely pointed at and she knew instantly of this past exchange maker. Her ledger of notes has plenty of this undertaker take her stock.
"Careful what you demand of me. My ingredients are to much for simplicity. Not many a hunter walks my fields and return." She play poses them and speaks as an undertaker, "I know about how my voice sounds like the tome. I get that a lot."
"And what nickname are you now." Joseph breached the crowd and stands eyeing her.
"How can a Jackal no know me? Amusing... amusing that they warn you of a Trixie Trickster." She play pinched his face knowing he can feel her. He reflex reacted at trying to get her off him. They jab and annoy each other as any other sibilings do. Bickering at being the wise or older to the other.
"Stop it. You shouldn't even be able to bother me." He flustered finally with break space between them.
"You're just jealous of mom moving to England." She waggling fingers at threat to jab him again.
"Am not!" She tilted at him and he frowned, "who told you?" She shakes at him. How is he this dense? She made the call and emails the guy all the time. Has undertaker missions as a partner.
"In any case, I have to make a shipment of liquids and meats off to the centre market there by Monday. The old castle is low in demon wines after the card visit with the chess peice." It is Curiosity turn at pulling her arm with shock to hear a blazen term of clothus among here, "Ease up. If they were illegal, they be hung meat hooks." She pat shoulder, "Isolde was chasing them yesterday." Back to Jackal, "Reminding me, you need to make trip with the mages to see boss lady. She likely as a delivery run to make with your boss man. Don't be ate by the sea life and dance with her properly."
"Boss lady..." He muttered, "You're the only person to not treat the gods like gods."
"I do in an unique way. Their lovely pages and colours make me happy." She replies causal, "Shame they do not hear my prayers but they do sense them. Oh, I could get ink from the squids there!" He shook unimpressed.
"Context." Curiosity asked.
"Boss man is death. His wife is hidden in the sea life. My moms in England with a partner. I have several meat trips and some bounties to fetch. And a few reptile visits." She squeezes and he looked to Jackal. There a long deep thinking strain for the lad, he had nothing to voice to the undertakers about her.
"Duchess of house hidden in time dune." There began the hypocrites whom wanted hands on substances to abuse power with. Sometimes she has traded and sometimes she hasn't. It depends on her situations of life. The greeting these high seats gave are exactly she would expect if she set a table up. She retorted in short hand and less business mattered way. It had even insulted the approached undertakers for her lower class manners. Three turned away instantly as they were snobby about it.
"Carver." Pulled among the guests was a frequent being for wood idol carving. His rolled this massive material and per always had some sketching art blue print. He posed on plead of her help.
"Look at you getting some quality bit of material. This stuff is god debate hall material worthy." She accepted the blue print with ease, "Oh, a seat today. And for a first for some unknown title I never crossed before." She dug in her shadow and with a coal stick, she makes dots marks, "higher or lower. We are talking a hip measure or tigh length?" She passed the coal stick for him to make indicators of the stone mass. He posed from drawing to stone at parts.
"Very nice. Any internal engraving?" He blocked at her like she made, "Crystal can be internally altered." He frowned unsure.
"Trixie, this stone isn't cut easily. " She flat hands this undertaker. She takes back the coal and makes a guide of depths.