Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

She manages to an empty side of the wards. Matthew and her flop in an empty waiting room. They both take a while catching their breath. Staring at the many entries ways. They stare dazed at the lounge furniture, checking the shadows and peering the dark corners. He sighed first and she snorts of him relaxing to soon. She only relaxed when Omens bird lands at the way they came, glaring the hallway for them. Matthew pulled from his shadow a outfit for her. She takes it. There's a stare to a toilet, which is locked but she shadow jolts the key lock and slips in alone. As she taking care in putting everything on, Matthew was talking to the three eye raven. They were trying to put some plan in how to get out of here. She heard everything through the door, shaking her head of how lacking in detail. She noticed that someone left a soft cast boot and a wheel chair. She looked about her outfit in being to neat from being a patient. So when she finished, she wheels the chair and boot out. She studies it being more a fit for him. She takes his hat and tilts he should sit. He shakes and that she should. But with how Omens coos, he doesn't argue. Boot too. Coat to her. He looked more rough then she does. She takes her time walking the wheel chair, she slips on pin heels and with tight coat adjusted. They take the corner in watching the security having a time hand scuffing the Folks that made the room explosion. Omens in abyss form caused the computers to remove Luaren from the ward system, glitching her records. There a confused stare from the receptionist that had a vague hold stare of these two going past. But the sweep fusteration about the computer skipping appointments took priority, head down and mixed into the hand notes. Lauren strides long confident hard heel stamps along the corridors, Matthew head down and looking sad of the pretend leg injury.

"I told you the cast will come back." Omens hissed landing on his lap, and now the abandoned wheel chair. Security looking for a missing male patient. The more active then normal staff. She hand hand his shoulder.

"Stay in the soft cast, idiot. Creaked ankles done magical mend. They are a broken bone. It be the same as trying to walk on a snap shin bone. Should you be doing it? No." She couldn't help nagging him in learning this information and give they were at the front of hospital grounds where familiar faces shined in seeing him back and dim off in seeing her.

"Just get us out of here. There is trouble." Matthew told Josh. There a long pause of looking at her, "She's on our side. Come on." Josh takes over pushing Matthew's wheel chair. There a soft sway in having stability taken from her, so someone took her arm and walked with her.

"Why are you dress like that?" Jessica whispered taking over holding Lauren arm.

"He gave it me to wear. I wouldn't walk out in a gown." Whispering back and there a long duration of just trying to look natural. Trying to make it past the front doors. Putting themselves into the van. There a lot of staring mask ones but they scattered fast when she casts something with her right hand as she is the last closing the van door. She whip notions and snatched a mask among the crowd. This is passed to Josh on the passager side. They put the van on move, calm crossing the front gate.

"The place is over ran with tricksters. But I suspect I was the bonus find." Matthew leans annoyed. She returned his hat, having added new or repaired amulets along it. She pulls herself into a more comfortable position that still uses the safety of the seat belt. She leans sickly in wanting to sleep off the nipping pains. She looked washed by the medications that she was under. Jessica that was driving would make stares in how Josh is holding a sealed mask of a damned. Josh stares shivering in watching that mask. So Matthew looks up and sees turned to Lauren.

"Josh's contractor, that much I can tell. I don't know who but we couldn't leave him back there with others. It's only the mask. The darkwood isn't in this country." She barely can speak, sounding breathless. She held tight as the van jolts to a halt at lights and passing police chase. The wheel chair platters a bit in the back. Lauren held in tight knot of herself while Matthew hissed of his ankle feeling misaligned. Josh has raised brow for the two in the back and with staring at the mask in his hand. The stop lights ahead and his wife at the driver seat. Jess tilts about them in the back and sighs since Josh wasn't getting it. So she checks forwards about the lack of moving traffic and picks up her voice.

"You came here from the school incident." Jessica the unease of concern, "Your one them undertakers that changed to a human." Lauren nods at this and this settled everything for now. They trust Matthew has brought her for a reason no matter her being undertaker and trickster. The two at the front still kept looking back to check even as the van moves forwards.

"How did we even escape that?" Matthew complained and likely picking up from hearing Omens on his shoulder, "The entire cult of Dream path was there. There was the Seer spies of the damned. The moving painting." She shook at that just that. She shurgs as this was normal for her. She can hardly recall a time that she wasn't evading people. Be it misuse of the tome core or that she was valued for other things. She stares in thinking about a issue she knows that is coming. She going to need a lot of unknown sourced meat and plenty spare. All those god eater favorites of hers were all killed. As reborn beings, they could flick to her for meat. She was even dreading it, head sank back as she has to figure out where to find plenty.

"Hungry anyone?" She moved her head in having lost time between depth thoughts and recovering. She also finds that her head in on Matthews lap, his seated on the same row back seat. The prompt question was Josh indicating they were making a stop at the abandoned looking bikers bar. It felt in the middle of no where, no where special for being between any particular locations. No big welcome sign as others do.

"It's a gate to cross." Matthew voiced, "It will cut our tail and shorten the distance to the mage towers." She barely can move as she had plenty of awkward laying. He helps her sit up. His shocked of her corset layer being so tight. Her habit rears, hand put to her front as she stands. All in the knee lift then her back. She helps him as the step down the van was difficult for creaked bone ankle. They lean on each other to walk catching up with Josh and Jess. There a pause of the breeze blasting them hard. In taking another step, it was silence and still. She recognized that time flexed in a bent twisted way. That they are still walking the distance to the tower from use of this gate. They just think they cut the time with how strange time cuts from memory.

"Wheel chair." She shadow snatched it and makes him sit. He stares flustered of trick to shadow pull things. Not even for herself instead for his wellbeing. Complies as it hurts and he wasn't to argue at this. She finds it easier to have something stable to hold as they be past Josh and Jess. She then recalls why Josh and Jess aren't moving, posed hand to welcome them through time stop. Josh and Jess are unbothered that Matthew was ahead with Luaren. They crossed another several bands of time flex, evading motor bikes and the sign itself final showing as a devil biker bar. So this was a hell boundaries.

They got it to the shack itself, beaten by weather and wrapped from heat. Making through the door, she evades a thrown bottle. The second bottle was caught by her left hand and returned right over the head of the guy thinking it was fun. She made a low hissing and plenty evaded the four of them.

"Welcome among us, what we ordering today?" She makes the order with snapped fingers. The Morse code worked but it's what she ordered that baffles. Even so, the nod and pose her a way. She left Matthew to Jess and walked around to the back. The devil bat keep points to the corpse pit. She paid regardless, some death coin. Shadow snatched every last meat scrap. She trails back to the bar. The devil stops her with a click, posed to another ditch. She softly peers a look in and shadow storage those too. The bar keep nods grateful and both back in. She sat a stool and has a human beer at her front. She slides it to Josh since she didn't want to drink. The devil picks up dishes to clean, wiling down all surfaces and watching the area smooth back to its return.

"I will be damned." One the court hunters that knows her, "Penheart making the rounds. You got them fancy candles on sale. I have a nightmare ghoul upsetting my human contractor."

"If it's a nightmare, pay up. They have jobs like reapers." She advised, "Candles make them linger closer. Moth to light bulb, no harm the to moth and results are useless stalemate." The demon devil nods at accepting this advice and paid her for it. Not wanting a debt from her. Leaves soon after. She knocked asking for a different drink and the guy provided. This is a spirit drink, and she enjoys it. It's ingredients suited damned.

"Worry about Penheart then the humans she brought." Is the muttered tone of many here. Josh stares amazed and Jess parks Matthew at their side.

"How bad is the crossing? Plenty of dead or is this a case of lacking. Missing, even." She asked with her voice and the bar keep slows a glass wipe. He tilts indicator of the first then later, "Then the god eater of the boundaries here is missing too." She concluded, "Another one." Since this was nodded certain. She pays her drink with tip. She sips her drink. She felt the tomes by her other senses, the pages flickered in her minds eye as she checking how back the missing core tome names are. She however isn't in any panic as it's not the frist time. She seen this event before, as an outsider watching the flex of time breaking and altering realms within its streams by force. This always altered the core names and sometimes erased whole tomes, time branches and rooted new nesh meanings. It's just interesting to watch it from within time itself, a stone in this river bed. The major slip in how this allows crossing of souls that shouldn't met, resulting in new law changes. It's the same as always for this universe but would be a break for any other. The fact tomes are being recycled is the point of this system.

"Don't drink stuff you can't." Matthew attempts to take if from her but she drink the whole content faster then he can take the glass. So there a stare match of the empty cup between them, he frowns in setting it to the bar side. She shadow slips the glass back to her hand, breaking it to eat. He had a double take of wondering and sees her chewing the cup remains. She ate the rest as he went for that again.

"The cup is made of sugar." The bartender speaks up, "the drink was vapor."

"Why?" He flustered and she shurgs like it didn't matter. He clearly finds this annoying and she smiles as his expression. She stands as Josh and Jess are leaving. Matthew trades the wheel chair for crutches. She casts a tighter cast in holding her torso better, this altered the school uniform he gave her to wear to alter. This suited more a office high brow business class. On exit, there was another layer of air then crystal them corridor. They were stopping out of time stop crystal the last time through the human realm where mage tower begins. All the floor levels above in the public zones are visible balcony from ground level. The highest is the have ruined remains of a chalk art that vague resemblance of the many gods. There plenty of newly added Benches that look out the balcony to the art. Proving that new hanging art installations from the ceiling has taken trend. This art looks like art panes that depicted other mage tower locations and some locations under mage law. There some small once that are undertaker crests and demon lord stamps; partners in the afterlife. There plenty of god references that over shadow, tributes to be favoured. Hung in promixity of locations that mattered. She stopped in taking that in from the ground floor, looking up at the panels with a soft smile. Memorized in the deep intake insight.

"Trixie." She shakes out of the daze and focused with Matthew looking back at her. She sighed at Omens bird landed and hissed at her. She softly continues at his side, walking to the main desk.

"Fill in..." She flicked her right hand over the paper work and it altered instantly. All filed neatly and with badge and certificates. She pockets the minimum needed, the mage stares confused. Turned to a computer with checking, finds the already active ID and back with nodding to Josh.

"Demon court hunters always have everything sorted." Passing Josh some small file, it's likely the basic information that all demon oath hunters have to share between humans. Mostly any demon information that are the true intention of a demon, as most don't hide what they want and are forwards in taking thier results. Often to blunt about it and unchanged. Once in contract, they don't go back on any words of their contractor unless external and extreme problems contradict the deal made. She considered a high nobility postion for not only god court approval but also her clean business practices.

"Must be a serious case." A nosey guy at the desk looking at group. She wafted her left hand and they backed away, "Dark abyss merchant, trickster out of time and court banisters private hire." They linger close by, all in voice concern of warnings.

"I am Penheart. Get over it. I am not on business, so leave." They stare and the guy moved away more. Josh and Jess peel through the file as needed. They find a lot of details plenty disturbing and once they finished, the file itself caught in blue flame which is a protective measure. They looked to Matthew that didnt read it in time. She shadow pulled an undertaker case file over to Matthew, offered left hand and not even looking his way. Rather her stare down at the receptionist was in staring of something lacking in hand over. The office desk person softly nodded at knowing, making a voiceless call on the desk phone. Once the call was answered and hung up, a damned nearby brought a backpack of gear. She nods taking it, flips a payment to the damned. They nod and it leaves.

"I trust my lord." She puts away the file being handed to Matthew as of that's his choose.

"I just can't help but love the bird form. It's a echo of the old you." She faced Omens directly, "The version of you in another place ans time. Close to the mages." She makes a warm smile in thinking back to those days, "somethings never change." She puts the backpack on, "I suspect I will have some folks to trade while here. Especially to find the living art reptile." She scans around, "Corpse. It's corpse." She corrected, "Name is broken in the tome."

"You're the freak here." Omens hissed.

"Well good. Glad that's been accepted." She tuts, "Can't have anyone thinking that I am normal." She casts a tracker spell and felt the realm auras. She stares watching the waves of draft cloud that is magic. She trails a lot of death gods looking about confused. She had even smirked at one of them being all flustered in the main hall, seeing her nickname crossing the pages.

"Lauren!" Stomping his way at them. She steps blocking his aura from harming the humans around them, "Fix your mess."

"I didn't kill my animals. I can't help they scatter." She pushed Joseph through a death gate to return back to his duty. She contained the death energy into a solid mass and pockets the coin. She stares about the active nature of mages and hidden. The buzz to travel free from god eater and other dangers, not they know it properly or why it's happening.

"Where are those names?" Omens asked her and it seems his multiple souls are active in that one body. So she suspects the gathering of soul was because of free safe travel.

"Depends on what book ans the conditions." She replies at ease, "How spent are those souls and is the densities able to hold them. Even you don't know how this place works. Not from my stand back." She trails many more making the crossing, the tower is a nexus point of realms meeting and a refuge for souls to be saved. She sees the mages ture parts are being broken down, looking magic and it's practical uses. She suspects it could be this could be the last mages once the tome washes away. They filter to other tomes eventually but that will be a while and in change laws.

"The pillar of mage devotion has fallen." She heard Omens hiss and she isn't surprised. Her lacking reaction made him mad, hissing and snapping his beak loudly.

"It's a process. Things will float if they have the lift." She closed Omens beak, " change is always constant and just how it is here. You should have known that." He slipped free and wing bats her hand, "There still laws enacted that doesn't allow me to interfere. You know that." She gave Matthew space, "One title gone but will be renewed. Replaced. Maybe the orginal will be back and changed." She twirls at the spot and stares over the crowds, "The flows are still breathing here. I think mages are lifting, not lowering. You lot will be a new law. A new change of reality and relationship. Play a part in the Cog oaths." She steps brazenly into the crowds in leaving them behind. Josh tried to follow her and can't. She passing through solid mass, into a realistic art world. Into the place that she began demantle of the reptile before her. Blood, bones, skins, scales and even eyes. Everything packaged persevered. Head and this time... the souls. It ate the souls of other god eaters. It had fill while walking the Styxs. The stomach content of her other eaters and the missing souls. She able to count the lacking names now. They aren't in the tomes. She doesn't need to account them in the old pages. Souls to eggs. They become cherished eggs in her storage, housed in the skulls of what was their old body heads. She treasured ans shows love. Warmth to all so they recognize and love her back. She knows they are gone but these souls will know and will love her. She finds new souls and treated them equal. Making do with new materials and the objects content. She began a new inventory book with clarity if new rules - carefully notes realm origins by aura colour and scale.

"Teixeira Trickster." She heard loudly through herself, she finishes here and stands. She finds many fate threads pulling her. It was about time that she got back where her soul belongs in the new order. She noticed that all of her names in the tomes were removed during the change, and now that she was returning back. So to is her name in the tome. It bleeds ink. The pages and was to much to handle.

Whomever was granting her permission was marked with her curse. She has been added into the nightmares phobia tome and then the human one. That's an important detail to take. That her origin is from a fearfully curse, it maps what her body will be as a spirit being and her law interactions. But in twisting human nature into this, will mean she contained in a human form.

She makes it to the edge of drawing boarder and looking back to the leaving behind. A last study. The goddess of summons pulled through the canvas layers and took hold of Trixie entirely. Trixie let's summons move and flex her around. Found to be dressed up again and equipment bolted on. Trixie doesn't have a human shape upon exit. Placed to tower over several figures. She leans with spying out the tome opened of her soul name. It being censured and unreadable. She flexed of the tributes of sacrifices in ropes before her. The pose of begging Seer humans. The screams of failed sabotage from Fallowns. The spies between.

"Give me a name to call you and heed my wish. I grant you entry. I grant life exchange of services." She stares at the ants a lot. She knew exactly what this was.

"No." She crossed her arms and pose whole hearted of this being screwed up, "Not happening. Nothing in my power is to give. Nothing to gain. Nothing." The sees how pissed the human summoner has become and ordered to break the casting. Since they don't know what they messing with. They just only allowed her release without contract. Breaking the salt barrier. Upon doing so, she looses that nightmare towering form and in place stands a undertaker form. Standing still arms crossed and disapproving of the event.

"You brought me and don't have the power to send me away. Stupid." She voice as an undertaker, "You lot are morons."

They all didn't hear her. They can't see her. So that was interesting to her. She studied the immoral event as they attempted a new demon name to enslave. Looking for powerful idiots to chain services. She stands back watching them fail the next one. A demon lord that knows better to and had felt her aura. Birth marks are emerging from all bloodline links to her, marking the spilt of these humans away from the ones that become mages. As a spirit time passes as dust to an eye lash. This estate house among the flourished human city becomes the kids lock up for Seers to brainwashing their next generation to their cult. A so called orphanage for the mental unstable, according to how things play among human understanding. Not long are young enough vessels without soul occupying bodies, beings with life but no soul. Potential vessels for someone like Trixie to human in. Trixie finds a way to stay detached from human body. Able to transfer to the empty vessels as she pleases. She seeks to find a vessel that is both Seer and Fallown but isn't soul occupied. This sort of thing takes years of watching and waiting. She has plenty of patience. Fun to screw up Seers in the meantime.