Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

I shall not rise. I shall not fall. I wear my life in all it's glorious changes as tapestry. I will bring peace to those whom time passed. I will gaurd the boundaries of living after life. If I had sin, I will chain these bonds around me. If I were to fly, I cast my wings to a more worthy. I will carry the tome and bare souls to refugee. I will protect the dreams and nightmares from humanity. I cast fear to those not learnt a lesson. I shall lift those unable to stand alone. Give inspiration to those in need. I shall wear my veil and cast no judgement. To love souls of all shades, shapes and depths. To be the shoulders to let climb the repenting sinner. Show how to forgive when they don't know how. Take no seat as god and trail the steps of divine. Allow the light and darkness be the shrouds that protect me from them. I will not intervene of living world beings and take no action of any that cross over. Only when they become included will I protect the weakened to show them to continue forwards. These are the things I have always believed in. Hard as it may to keep it, I know the consequences. Felt the tomes fallen.

These words take stop and ring through herself once more. Staring back from the top. The body is properly now threaded, clothus skin pulled too. She has already been transferred to the crafter artist for full body alignment and repair. All there is to do was to wake up. This mantra in her mind had began song and repeated unchanged. But it all came to a stop when the thread between her and Riddle snapped. His ring removed or worse. She hopes not for him to become stuck among the living realm as it reverse. But this has sign of being likely.

"I will be Riddle until he returns." She left the coffin swiftly, speaking this declaring word. She shadow cast all gear, clothing and pulled into a pose. In seeing no one was here. This was a catacomb space. The entire undertaker kingdom was empty. There isn't other undertakers here, not even the sleeping. She climbs the stairs. No. Not a soul. All but one. She walks right for the kings private office and bows accordingly. Not to a person but the crown. It sits the table of the desk, gaurding the empty undertaker time account. In having felt each other, it knew she isn't taking throne seat. She had lowered more. The crown moves alone and the tome opens.

Shadow crown keeper - Trixie Trickster.

Book closed. Title added to sigil platform.

"All is asked is to protect and welcome them here. Those in need of saving from time reverts. The rest is to me. My choosen will answer my will." She lift and lower to show she understands, "My choosen will be seated in a private unoccupied room of the justice court. Between the living and dead."

"I will await further instructions." She stands.

"Bring him to me when he comes." She nods and takes leave of this chamber. Without host, the undertakers realm was only four small sized areas. The office, catacomb, corridor and gate. Her storage has all the objects and things spilled from the change. Coffins of all nicknames stacked. Book shelves of trainer guides.

Some nicknames are earned with the soul blade weapons, resting in her pocket now.

She exits the gate into the living ground realm, a world of no modern age. A wild English boar eating roots. A human hunter let fly the arrow, through her and into the boar. She is a ghost. They can't see her. The humans approached and take the dying boar. Knife for a quicker less suffering death. They hung it to blood let. A father hunter teaching his teenager and middle oldest. She hung back watching them, listening to the slang old English with a throw of occasional modern heard. Especially in the prayer for the boars soul departure. She removed the soul with a claw, and left it to fly free as a ink bird. The youngest boy watched the ink bird, slows to stare at her and then how no one else sees her. She hid her claw hand. She heavy cloaks up and leaves them all behind her. She stares in how fate red thread tied her to the youngest boy. So she stops a distance to see the four of them going home. She sees other flex of magic and realm energy. She follows this instead. Right to a demon and angel having a disagreement about a dead human. She approached and cast open a tome. She sheers away the soul from the body and makes sure thier soul name is in order. She posed open hand of the human choosing which to believe. The human takes the angels side, is guided welcome to the angelic test. She left behind with a demon already narrow to a new target. She sees how the demon whispered maddness into a woman's ear. The woman is the mother of them four children from before. The rage last only little, the boar meat wafted away the demons intent.

It was only at the fall of night that the children were putting the lowest of them in place. The youngest boy, the one that can see her, being ostracized the most. Left beaten at a tree at the edge of the settlement. She stays only watching the distance, sewing how threads break for them all... all but one. The oldest look back with being smug. A chain of sin replaced this thread. A frail bond between Teixeira and this eldest is establishes with making direct eye to eye contact. The smug look is replaced in fear. The eldest speeds it back home.

She stays out of reach from the beaten boy, watching the tome waving indecisive. It was the landing of a colorful bird over the boy. Weak hand feeling and preening the feathers. The boy was so engrossed of the wonder. Omens walks in showing a way. The boy barely can move and tries. Yet Omens trails back to the boy, reassuring him. Together they walked deeper into forest. She follows the shadows of them, listening to the song they share. The song that ends in the boy falling from a rock outcrop. Into the roof of a carriage and landing himself into the healing of mages. She steps up to Omens watching this, Kneeling down to the bird hieght.

"Smart. Tie him to the Gladers and Darkwoods." She softly voiced and the bird hissed at her. Peaks her a lot, "He will have starved and died another day beaten again by the other family. He gets love and trust with these people." Omens stopped at such things she spoke matter of fact tone. Rather he figured out that she was an undertaker. So he reframes for now.

"What crest are you with?" He asked.

"Dragonflies. I am in search of those to save from time flexing. If I stick around the mages, those left behind by them will make good coworkers." He used a wing to hold his beak in deep thought. Both stare sharp in how the carriage is repaired with magic and the horses whipped to move along. Omens lands at the back of the carriage, following the young lad. She jumps the cliff, landing in the trail left behind. She turned away the carriage and to the corpses of assassin's. She soul plucked each one. Most sank instantly. She watched one fly. She is followed by those that didnt do either. She turned facing them all, study what these souls had to make them stay as undertakers. Eyes landing on seeing familiar faces. She makes double sure and guides them to crossing to sigil. She sees two thirds leave. The last five still follow her. She takes herself to the gallery of Oath path walkers. She takes a seat as her normal front seat alone, it reversed for her as some sort of deal with the court wolves. They bow and Tribute her. Work in dismantling convinced.

The trials here are the same as always. Path walkers whom are trying to make use of loop holes of law. Some here to gain power and recognition. Plenty seated across the galleries in hope that the conviction of law breakers will bring fortune. As sometimes titles of hell are passed this way. She seated plenty of passing trials, listening to the vague words work of humans that find themselves here. There seems a slow massing of those finding to sit near her side. They all likely know that she works for the dragonfly kingdom but is not the owner of the crown. A tell that she seeks the one for the crown. Plenty of potential but none are the one she was told to crown. Even so, she has finished basic trades and pick pocketed the galleries enough.

She mixed among a exiting crowd as it was between cases. Slipping away from the folks that hovered close to her. She softly walks the waiting common room for who is around. She sees how quick the oath hunters are taking tasks and seeking evidence. Her eyes trailed the way folks moved in the spare private rooms. There is always the rooms that were always full and there are rooms that have become full time office for participating lawyers for hire or devils with deals. She caught glimpse of the high fantasy looking version of omens, stood with hand on chin at watching an unoccupied room. She softly approached to his side and with looking up and then to the door.

"Is there someone waiting in there?" She asked. Omens was a little startled but sees its her, sighing. He looked about her apparent altering into an undertaker. He softly smiles and pats her shoulder.

"Fitting, perfect for the situation. There is a pair of brother humans and my follower pestering the ex-assasin." She got hands off her an took his word at caution. She stares to the mask damned gaurding the door. So she slips around the damned evading sight from everyone but omens. He watched her just fine, pleased of how well it will go. She makes it through into the old 80's doctor waiting room. Seats here of what is the overflow for witnesses and undetermined convictions. Away to the corner A spirit of a man hangs his head between his hands and the stand of the humans threatening the guy. She soft steps right to the seated god follower who is injured in the shoulder. She lowered to the lad, his still so young for how she knew him. But there some details that carry, the cold uninvited stare at her and the twitch to the under eye with nerve.

"Healing grace." She casts over his shoulder and other parts of him. He stares dazed and even a slip of shock. She smirks and gave him a hat, it's not quiet right but it suits him. She soft tied a few feathers to his hair and soft brushed his face when leaving him be.

She casts blocking magic in prevention of spells on the soon to be king of dragonfly. She casts binds on stopping them and takes a kneel to the gentleman that the crown wanted.

"An empty kingdom awaits someone to take seat." She tells the man. He narrows in distrust but stops in how she wears the crest, "I am your tome keeper, at your command. My lord." He stands up and sees the treatment of these humans, "Nothing that will harm humans will pass here. Preserve the laws." He waved she is to follow him and she stands. They leave together, at the door she removed the bind and left them be. The kingdoms crown made a gateway and passed only the soon to be king. She bows as it sealed. She stands the court waiting common room, watching the moves of beings. Omens appraoching her again and slips a feather to her hair in exchange of helping. She makes no fuss of this gesture, only she waits orders.

Recruitment. She bows hearing this link established as he has wear of the crown. She takes walk back to the pews of the gallery. Back to those still here waiting.

"Dragonflies." She announces to the gang of several and it's plenty of them that knew where to go. They stand and take a black disc into the kingdom. She hears the tome pages altering and filling in of souls. She plucked spies that cause issue from being recruited. She had even removed one to a separate watch tome as a guest then a Dragonflies undertaker. She follows the fate of threads that became visible for her eyes and that she aggressively recruited undertakers into pledge to the dragonfly kingdom. She never needed to step to kingdom grounds since her duty to the crown was to tome fill. She only pulls the tome from a small gate in temporary to check names and passing condition.

Connection found - online store is available.

She makes a swift return to the kingdom as since there was that level of development. She could borrow some space to craft and sell some sands, wards and candles. She has plenty of court materials to repurpose. She was soon with her table display at the gateway pass of the undertaker kingdom edge, as aggressive recruiting needed a slow down. She finds regular folks not here to buy or sell but rather to check in with her and send paper slip requests the crown make for her services. Often it's always undertakers conditions check ups and if their names are still under their alliance. She makes sure the information is impossible to tamper and that she has a unique secert stamping method that have quietly established between themselves. That the paper he sends is the one returned, stamped with both her merchant stamp and hides the soul set stamp check as the reply.

"Formal invitation to the nobility ball." His left hand came to pass this to her.

"Accpeted." She voiced and stands continuing the merchant face. She does pack away and slip shadows to entry the hall unannounced. Stood at the back of the throne and at kneel of the crown itself then then wearing it. She stays here shadow hidden the whole event, hearing everything and moved never. The other shades come to know she is here and how sneaky she is. They make Morse code gossip of her unknown history and weirdness. That none remembers her being recruited.

"Trixie." She slides softly and back to Kneeling at the kings front. He gave not a further instruction. She however knew what he meant, she sees who the concern is about. She softly stood, but takes steps to lower herself of the kings seat. She puts herself at block between king and these mages. She doesn't wavered of the energy around them that affects the other undertakers. She seems all that more towering to these two men before her. Her feather in her hair threatened to leave her. Yet she softly takes hold of it, setting it safers as a broach decoration.

"Palour tricks." She raised her left hand and captures all the wild energy to flow smoother. She eased the divine energy into solid mass to her left hand. A crystal of dark magic forms at her back in her right hand. She puts these items to storage and stares in how the boys are useless, "Beloved lady of many wayward hands take these from here back to the world they belong. I give you my love and trust. I gift you a few hands spare. I smile welcoming your embrace." She chants and instantly the two men are removed from this world, back to the living land. She removed the tributes as promised and finds herself sunk through by summons will. To only be raised in a new sewn dress, corset and makeup. Painting of her skin clay and equipment lost from travels. Back on the flock of undertakers nobility of the dragonfly kingdom. She felt and tasted the energy of her impact. The crowd dislike of her. She cloaks up, slips back to shadows.

Active skill - one of the shadow is shadow.

Congratulations achievements made - ranking are adjusted. Chance to return human is available; limited allowance and lifetime duration short. Not interested right now.

She stands at the throne back as before, hidden in shadow and unbothered of the information gained.

Chance to cross to human world available - mage guardian protection. Depending on for what soul and why. Marked soul target. Must be Kyle or at least the soul he is. Or Mattu. I am more inclined to protect Mat.

You mustn't leave. She heard the soul in the crown. The way of the gods is against the best intentions. To many can see us and interrupted our work. She keeps steadfast then. Disregarded the will of the monarch sending his men to the living realm among mages. She stays the whole party, even at the leave of the last shade. Left only her, the crowned king and his two hands. She steps around to bow accordingly at the front, behind the two hands.

"Shade tome keeper, your presence changed everything around for us." She stays still. And the turn of the two hands looking back at her, "Your way if casting mircales isn't of the same energy wavelengths of a god follower or a undertaker." The pause and then with removing a condition soul request. It's a badly injured undertaker who needs return, "I sent them to find a candidate or two. Your the only recruit command left."

"The living lands are full of monsters hidden from humanity. Creatures that keep even us at check." He agrees in waved hand gesture, "Time jolts back and forth, set durations and a pattern." He nods at this.

"I want you be ready with the net to catch some prizes." He ordered and she nods Accpeted this crazy order. There must be plenty of dying normal people to be worth the scoop for. She takes preparation seriously, stocks her merchise and repackage object fpr potential human customers. She left the kingdom boarders swiftly and placing herself in prime spot in a boundaries between life and hidden. It's the closest that she stepped among the living in a long time.

It has been a very long time since she was on this alley market street. This spot where damned, mages of dark art and oath walkers cross the living realms. She finds it used be god followers that have mage connection.

"The fall for human standard living when compare to the top other nations of the world is apparent. Although we maybe not the worst, this since a compliment to celebrate. I suspect even the near future, the poorest of countries will find aid from higher standing." This is a carried remark from between god followers that seen the world in comparison to the mage island. That the lacking hygiene practices has strikes issue and caused illness to spread. The rules of mages is nothing like a modern government. There isn't a voice to the people, only the well off to make plead to the royal ear. Ignoring the major needs. Although there suspects this is all on purpose with the Darkwoods and Gladers - for as they are gifted of divine and purity. They are also damned. Suffering feeds this strength. It's a turth not known among the living but it's blindly apparent but not explained among the dead. Really a handful like Trixie knew why with explanations. All she can do is scoop prime average dead souls to drive spots into the undertakers realms.

Connection is weak but still active. Restock of online service goods is now time limited durations. She has been exceptionally careful in what stock to place online since arriving to this alley pathway. She contacts to call or message have been flicking service too. Interference by the way time is flexible.

"None of us had much to leave behind." A bakers family walks this path, half corpses that kept together in spite of the tragedy deaths.

"Welcome to the afterlife. I am sorry for your passing." She sweetly carries straight forward. They paused to stare of her and the stall, "Where will you like to go from here? I not going to stop you making your own chooses. If you seek divine light, follow your prayer. If you feel to weight down by guilt, take to flames and be swallowed by demons. Yet remember, you still have a choose. You go as you please. You might even find other options. Hide to watch the backs of those you left behind. Maybe you want to make a difference, but carry no idea of where to turn." She posed her left hand ans with lift from shadow a guide book for the recently deceased. She bows as they each take one. Let them hover here and read or look upon the guides words.

"Your one the soul guides. A grim reaper." She tilts at this and shakes no.

"I am something else. I should be an undertaker. I follow the crest of Dragonflies. There are many undertaker kingdoms or differing crests and purpose. The race as a whole are just folks that keeps humans protected. Not in the way you understand now." From the midst of this crowd are two people she seen before. They came forward, one dragging the other. A man still alive, Omens follower. The other a young lad, prince Kyle but Kyle's on the edge of life and death. She has studied long of them both and with a direct staring into Omens bord at Mat's shoulder. She tilts in asking soundless of what he wants.

"Passage to somewhere human world." He asked and she softly nods at this, "Is payment required?" She striaghts up and posed right hand to hold her mask still.

"Depends on your wish of method. I can guide you to Sigil, you take you own natural gate back there. I suspect it be out the royal dead city of tombstone." She posed left hand counting options, "You can request summons to lift a human gate, but at a cost of limbs." She takes her clay mask off, "You request of me, a Cog oath. I make my own payments in abnormal things. Be it material gathering or even energy I snatch from you three. Four." She tilted of another that was stood back, "All humans of life aren't welcomed to these boundaries yet. So breathed of life." She puts the mask on and eased in waiting. Let them think about it. She posed back to those of the dead, "I can provide you a gate to the dragonfly kingdom, take peace as a low commoner of the small stand village. The dead do not eat or sleep, thus there a change of way things are ran from your experiences." The dead that been here the longest and stayed since receiving the guide book accept this. She posed her right and and lifted a disc gate to the undertakers realm. It closes with her blocking someone passing in. She pushed them back to the three other living.

"There must be a logical reason for why your considered living." Mat reassured the poor kid, "I suspect that she knows your fate isn't cut yet."

"Duel her." Omens speaks in hiss, "Take her position. Make a request of the kingdom ourselves."

"Taz, that's not how it works. I am not a nicknamed undertaker. Nor is my position for dueling law. I am given my place by the crowns command, not the barrier." She squares the bird sharp, "I did say I am a Cog oath. This has barring."

"What exactly are you meant to be for us?" The price kid challenged and she answered not a word. She instead changed her wears with shadow slipping a new layer of material. With the new table cloth places all that was underneath is placed to storage of her shadow. Lifting from shadow is a restock of human amulets and demon warding kits. Candles for good wealth. The odd god offerings that could come in use in situations they might behalf into. There is even a small pouch for Styx river coin. That catch omens attention the most of this table.

"There is way for these humans to pass the hell trails." He voiced. She stares deeply but breaks continued stare to make a suggestion about shadows. That she stares at shadow for Omens to work this out. He figures this out enough with knowing an undertaker doesnt need to remove mask to show their real face. He knows she's a trickster, yet not scheming anything bad towards them. The opposite, being a help to them.

"Promise me." Matthew steps right up to her. She had to lean back away for some space. Staring into her eyes, seeking meaning in her soul. She even a little confused what exactly she meant to be promising here. She wondered of this an echo. That she has to reassure that she will Promise to help him and those he asked for. As she is deep returned into matching his eyes, to let him stare into her as he needed - that icy cold felt clasped in her heart.