Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

The stalls were all sorts of things, mostly humans with everyday goodies. Leather working through carpets. The vegetables to local jarred honey. But many other stalls were that of demons, that sold no lies. There is also a stall of an archangel selling the fancy copies of them books she has plenty of. She gladly gifted these spares over to someone that sells them. She doesn't need so many copies. She took the pages she needed that had any private writing from the original owners. So many of these copies 'guide to the dearly departed' laying around ash fell undertakers and remains of intelligent thinkers. Even so, she is all alone this market. Navigation of the cross ways and the abundance of stolen or lost goodies. She finds the arms dealer which wasn't there before but given they didn't just sell human weapons, it was apparent that they were just here for humans to come forward with anything they found. Trade with them was simple enough, she had plenty of weapons from lost grim reapers. She also wisely knew to give them the books these blades companies with. Rewarding her with a charm necklace and plenty of ammo restock with a gun she was the most confident handling. She passed the food stalls with a growling stomach but really she lacked enough human money for such things. She only had for now useless demon coinage. She could never be taken seriously, given her age and trusted worth. She sits down at a bench to think things over, and to ponder the map the Ocean view leaflet has. The ones everyone else has are well written on and full of inside trade knowledge. Hers was just one she found and was blank of anything. No notation of where the stalls the most popular go to. Furthermore was that she was no where near deep enough in finding this so called recruiting table.

"In a market like this, nothing appears as it seems. I would bet a buck that the little girl at the bench across from here isn't human." She finds it rude that anyone would bother her. She holds her tummy while making move to some other place. She sinks a little lower in how rumble her stomach did in walking past a cooking stall. Only making her pace faster and easily getting lost. She took a sharp dark corridor that seemed empty and devoid of life. But she wipes a mask on and fully accepted that she wasn't looking for a way out yet. In seeing though eyes of the mask changed the filter her viewed the world. Seeing many other more stalls of more masked beings like herself and demons with illegal trades. This isn't a place for a little girl but she wouldn't be here if she wasn't curious. She trades some things she knows she shouldn't be carrying with folks at these stalls. Mute passing back and forth. Trade was simple and not a cut for her soul to be traded. So it was safer if she plays mute then to trade speaking to demons. Finally she had human money, all thanks to exchanging the horns and other parts she harvested for hunting monsters.

"The angels have become intolerant of even undertakers. The way of law has to change. Humans each day are changing to be able to see. No longer is it the power of families to keep secrets. There will be no turning back one we are labeled by humans. We will have to accept that label, good or bad." She hears this a lot. That these folks worry about what humans label other races as. As no longer is it black and white - demons and Angels. There been slow bleed through of calling creatures by fantasy naming or from mythology. Imps having been reconginized as goblins to name example. This has stirred more unrest in already an on going war among ourselves. It only be a matter of time for when someone breaks the rules and might of filters are lost. Although this doesn't change her world that is already hell to figure out. Most days she not sure if the spirits of the dead are following her around or if that is genuine animals or people. She can't tell if she is fully awake of she can see these fortune creatures riding beings shoulders. Even undertakers have the occasional death crow for when they are soon to be ashes.

She takes a turn, and some rude human shines a torch at her. She blocked her mask in protecting it but for the rest of her, she didn't care. The torch is lowered and she glares at them. She was about to turn back to the dark corridor.

"There you are." The undertaker pats her shoulder with the chill that prickles skin. He kneels to her eye level and smiled in giving her some sort of food in a wrapper. She looks at all these on lookers and lowered her hood she had up. She gestures her thanks before he places it to her left hand. He sighed in some relief and stands up, "She quiet a cautious one." He softly spoke in meaning towards his king and others, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you who this is." She at least eats like a human and shuffles wherever he was guiding her past. There are so many eyes on her and how compliant she is acting.

"Curiosity, I better hope you have some lengthy pile of reports in background. We all know you not someone to pick random people from no where." There a soft nervous chuckle in the undertaker beside her, long whip of his neat plate braid swings like a low hung tail.

"I cannot unwrap the depth of 49 different journals it took for me to fathom this." He picked her up and placed her to a chair like that was normal and OK for a undertaker to do that to a human. Furthermore was that she totally just trusted him in such action, which surprised him for a moment. She ate that last bite and he sighed glad that likely her distraction of food is why she so calm. He make a lot of nervous gestures and with telepathic link to his king. He often waved his left hand the most in being dismissive. The king still the same as previous interactions. Still in borrowed clothes and acting unlike his title. Following a lot of angry flicking snaps in making Curiosity crumple more. She watched bemused of the mute movie around her but equally she isn't a part of things at all. She eventually pays mind of this being a table setting of paper forms. The few humans that are here are helping the new recruit to fill in their own file. She pulls one to check what it was but she got easily lost with nothing even knowing where to start writing one. For starters was that she lacked knowing her own name. Let alone the other security details.

"Where's your family?" They speak with that funny accent, fitting for a mid England accent. She softly shook at such question and with a sad face in turning to watch the crowds.

"You another that been orphaned by the ash fall?" Attempted to try her again.

"I was meant to die from the chest infection the week after I was born. But I am to stubborn to sleep forever. I slowly learned that I had other set of hands and from there... I guess I just left the house. I was found by the undertaker. I came to a camp. I stuck around even long after the tornado ripped through the building. I was alone when I cremated them. I had been alone often. Surviving from attacks from both living and demons. I guess I sort of accepted my fate." She tilts strange directions, "There goes some sticky fingers on my book covers again. Must they touch those books. Fragile names ans pages. Broken-hearted and broken spirits. Must they torment them?" She puts the finished wrapper to a pocket, "My only freind has been the tattered book of broken things. This place is a good chance to fix these things. The only universe I know that turns back time like it does." She had another bit of food put in front of her. She frowns in not being sure to trust more food. Additionally she still very hungry and can't help blushing in embarrassing stomach sounds. She doing her best to resist it.

"So your a tome keeper and explains the abnormalities you have. But I haven't heard of a broken tome."

"I am a dyslexic. It's meant to mean a tome of broken things. Not that the tome it bind these things being broken." She softly plays around the wrapper with her left hand. She very much really focused with the food then much else. She shocked of it moved away from her and she having to look up to the king. She began then being nervous in playing with her long messy hair, "The book was removed off records. Someone had wrongful broken a name in the core index. Improper removal of a soul name. Resulting in computations and paradoxical problems. Worse is that such things are happening like a dominoes affect. Removed once a fundamental player of realms from a place then follows the collapse surrounding those place going missing." The food is further from her and she sits now drawn into herself. She very hungry and it's casing a hungry over her very agitated book collection.

"How about this!" Curiosity keenly jumping between and he claps hands. Time softly stopping for the living world. The humans all dealing breathe into stopping statues. She sits up alert of the change around her. There been very few times she been through such a power. On any other universe, this was the moment of dying like as in the time it took grim reapers to pry your soul from your corpse. Undertakers uniquely share this ability not to deal with the soul or shell. There isn't many times that an undertaker deems the need to use this trick often with including living humans unless it is deemed necessary to preform a miracle on behalf of a gods divine order or of direct permissions by the undertaker monarch.

"There aren't many people whom have the ability to interact inside between moments." The king shook, "Further it is only one set of humans that can abuse this ability." She looked around a lot being cautious and very much uncomfortable. She had even began to twist in the chair and kneel with scanning further. She jolts afraid of the chill hand stopping her to sit down properly. Sitting at her side with open gesture about all around.

"If you have eternity right this moment to do anything and everything you want. To do as wish within this stop bit of time." Curiosity softly folds, "You got it."

"I guess so." She flutters her feet thinking about a bunch of things with soon sort of just getting a bunch of books out. Piled them beside her. She has also taken out some reading aid bits like a light and a colour strip to follow words in a more focused way. The two undertakers huffed.

"So what you reading?" She looks up and back down to the page again.

"This one is demon science." She brushed the page, "The sort of things a rising lord of hell needs to know the fundamentals in order to maintain how things are always." She lazily poked the pile, "That book is the study of life written by a biologicalist whom made ranking in heaven. Sort of talking about the way the water system flows and the reasons heaven leaves have what types of plant life. We then extent this to the next book with is the ecological study of wildlife in god realms. That last book is some sort energy consumption concept book making some sort of boring talk about the boundaries and the influences boundaries cause in different situations." By the time she finished going through that list of books, she had already read and summarize what she needed from each. She bothers now to take out some guidelines for boundaries walkers. She then would go back to cross back to the book pile occasionally but mostly depth of researching. She stares at blank space for a lingering moment and is able to put away this reading project. She Busted out a few random broken objects. She tinkered them a while only barely making one of four separate things be put together and working. She clasped the lid with a click and smiles to herself. She makes a half frown and lets it free.

"Impressive." The king leaned to stare her, "So why bother with all that boring book reading?"

"Seeking common sense." She frowns, "What be normal common idea among humans is worlds of imagination to other beings. This also works the other way, that humans can't fathom is just normal for you. Like breathing. You don't need to but you still do and function wise isn't the same for a human as it is for a undertaker. But you still need to flex the rib cage, not on pumping blood but rather in the controt energy from your soul to drive the network nerve of stings to puppet your clay exterior. Demons and angels also breath but in the way that humans or undertakers do. Rather that function is to draw in energy fro their surroundings and translate it. Demons take in the emotional deeper meaningful powers created by words human have in passion for things. Angels draw in information to influence the shape and carving of their soul structure. Thus breathing is not taking in air. It's eating in how they work." The undertaker king blinks several times in why she was telling him this, "So what point is breathing for other creatures beyond just you or me. God slayers have breathing but for what functions does that service them? At that same balance is why do grim reapers do it too? Or are reapers acting using the function in a opposite manner, say like expelling or removing. Maybe even loosing things as each time they leave breath." She puts her hand to her lap, "How do gods breath or do they not at all? Functional how does that move or change thier bodies?"

"But undertakers aren't breathing." She lost them. She sighed that they are missing her point and settled as she brought out another book, but this time. This was a tome segment that that she has authorized care for in this universe, which is the highest ranking souls. Those soul names that keep the universe running because what or how they exist. She particularly was feeling through the names of those that contorl and recored time in remote locations. They nicknamed time keepers. She was wanting to make sure that all time keepers were safe and doing well. As the more disconnected they are of each other, the wider the time gap between realms like gods and angels become. Sometimes even hell layers are faced in the same issue. She is finding that some names are not in great shape but they are still continuing on. She can only just hope and pray over them, hoping for good fortune. She moved to other parts to do a overall conditions check of all which meant brush skim of all existing names in her read. She was soft and gentle about it and warmth before respect. She about finished the content and puts away the book with concern of this she did find. She is however powerless in aid. She will have to settle for waiting to help.

"There has only one other person whom has ever been able to access the cog rankers tome." The king looking down at her, "That was a god. So why do you have accessible reach in a book that could tear the universe in even the simplest mistakes?"

"I have bet that they told you they had ask permission to access it." She softly mutters, "I don't understand these names nor why they are in this special part of the tomes. I try not to be knowledgeable of why nor make sense of what is. I will just respect their ways and if they were to seek help from altering their soul names, I will do so without asking why. But I will not give others to do it on behalf. Sure you may seek if their are good conditions or safe. But I will not be a door to let just anything to walk through. Every name is unique and I turly look up to such strengths in being what they are best. I have always promised that I would rather see myself die before I would every let anyone take away my duties. And honestly..." She hugs the book, "I know I have died a few times. I know it like it just happened. I feel the way I did and the agony of suffering. Some of these times have truly been hunting reminders of what failure feels like." She makes it disappear, "I guess that is why the broken call to me most. Like stray cats, broken things come to find me. I have had to just sort of respect that I get to keep them too. I am a believer of chances and trying again for as long as you remember how to change form repeating those mistakes. I have spent many lifetimes away from time itself in repairing or seeking chances on behalf of the broken ones." She brushed her self up and smiled to herself, "I just realized that undertakers are the epitome of what I think I do and how I bend rules." She sighed, "But this little test was about trying to trust each other." She shook, "I am rather disappointed really but maybe that's the point. I not trying to understand why you lot do and what you are doing. I have simply watched you from arms length and pondered existence."

"Turly not the sort of statement I was thinking a human living girl was going to rant about. The warning attached to your aura is fitting, a dangerous but harmless thing. You are a fear and not even worth bothering to many thoughts over." That seems rude and harsh coming from the undertaker monarch. She certainly took that negatively and held a hand in old scars. Reminders of why she can't trust undertakers. She knows by nature, the king at the top never stick around long periods of time. She returned back to a scrunched up pose in the seat as she allowed the air of emotions to run their course. Certainly felt that there was more a pull of her private collection being up to something behind her back. She equally understood she was always powerless ans always been a this littler girl even at heart. She has never lived out a normal full length of living without something occult being a disruption. She knows that the broken have always been in contorl and that she was just a pet to all them monsters. She had never taken a stand for her own selfishness. She was fine with these burdens because she felt plenty of the same weight of her own. That everyone else who used her shoulders has mistaken stability of her acceptance to her own faults as coping and being stronger then themselves. To that end, she never lived in being herself. Locked in always just going with the flow of what others followed. Really, what the monarch said summarize what she hated about herself inside. That her outer image had nothing to do with being who she is.