First weekend

Her mind has been working over time about the schedules everyone follows. She also considers that there is several she had notice among students with strange arm bands or a sort of student badges.

Generlly classes for the youngest grades start later then the middle and eldest grader. This also functions with how breakfast is provided too, the nicer meals for the older students are earlier and the younger basic meals are late mornings. From the routine of how this boarding school works, the older kids are up and about after 7. Nearly the old top years have breakfast around 9ish. They are in class by 10, and are punished for lateness by 10:30am. Most younger grades are awake 9ish, do everything they need and are in class by 11am. The 'spare' time between waking and breakfast is normally ate up with the necessities like longer bathroom use or even laundry drop off. They would collect their clean laundry at lunch or have a servant to do it for them.

Yet she doesn't fit in with how she should be in the timetable. Nor does she have a spirit guardian/ servant to do things for her.

She has been waking up around 6 and does all her chores by the time elder kids breakfast ends. On top of it all, paying the nurse a visit for medicine and bandage changes is always 7 on the dot. She isn't going to trust laundry with Loki or other creatures the book conjures. She knows that Curiosity is a busy man with other duties. Maturity of being use to do things herself really. It's not the first time she worked a washing machine or tumble drier before. The week days pass with little much since, the sibilings had seemed to sorted the damned guy out for now. The one they had a private meeting between them about. The undertakers have been... quiet. They seem content with the revised map layout for now and that the unknown spare dream world was causing no harm.

In terms of education in comparison to the school's she been through in this life and the previous memories. This private school takes pride in depth learning at the younger grades. There is a science experiment once every week. The week is a general social study that takes cuts from all school subjects. Instead of dividing sciences, literacy, history and so on. They combine it for a full weekly deep study to then write a short story or general paragraph of thier opinions of what they learnt which is homework for weekend. They level the bad skills to average and excel the skills that the student show to be good at. The small class sizes gives more time for teacher to student interaction.

Glady by the end of this first week, the teachers have got to grasp with how independent she tries to be. She also provides a higher standard in the quality of work than what they expect from the average age group. They do not put her down and they want her to continue on steady progress then to force her into a higher grade which she is more then capable of adapting to but would fair worse in.

Mostly everyone student wise chooses to leave her be, she's to strange and clearly related to the weirdo Seers. Yet she does forsee that there will be conflicts due to her awkward between, but that be in the older grade stuff (hopefully). She works well with anyone if it is school work related. However she has avoided making any sort of social group outside of class. This isn't exactly a problem for now but again, later she might.

She sways her feet in concentration. Her room is mostly barely touched from the day she came. She seems to kept her clean clothes repacked in that suitcase which she uses as a step up to her bed. She had manage to climb this chair stretch to use the desk here. She mostly was writing up the homework to properly edit later or hand in as is. She knows that the undertakers or her sibilings will bother her today for something.

Saturday and Sunday is no normal classes but there is study groups, hobby sessions or student events that she can go to. Some attend church these days and it's sort of spare time. From the look in peeking down the corridor of other students, this is where most to have thier week planned out ahead happens. The library is normal open longer these days and the weekend is the busiest to attempt using the on site machines. Even the computers are pre-booked.

Equally there was business that the tome wants done and today was the day for it. Her mind wonders as she finished the last paragraph. She structured her report to segment into the school subjects while still keeping the topic of electricity - this weeks topic. She ended this last part as her overall feel of the first week at school and how she felt her learning was going. She sounded older in writing, in spite of grammar or spelling mistakes. She puts the pen down for now and sighed. Loki knocked his face to her cheek as always with a loud trumpet like noise. Happy she was finished.

"Ok. Put these clothes on." She looks up at her mask, the remains of her older self that has slight disconnection from time to time. Never patronising, never distracting and just sort of like a older sister that means well in spite of how strange.

It helps her puts this dress over her head. It is a strange lace black dress. It's a bit to big but her mask has it sorted. Accessories like belts, clasps and interesting linked chained seems like a running theme. The mask then cloaks the clothy shadow that it's made of over her and slides the mask to her face completely. That mental distance completely gone and just that bit more feeling closer to the tome constant clattering, whispers and flipping pages.

There last little glance to the homework on the desk, choosing to leave it be.

She slides off the chair for now and sorts out the next part. She packs up her backpack different today, a lot of objects that the book wanted or she had from her other life. Wallet of a lot strange money in it was her first noticed and makes her choose to not ask the book questions. Loki stays in her room today with a lot of other creatures. She dealt with them all at somepoint.

As expected, Curiosity was just at her door. He always was hovering with knocking or not. Simple indecisive hand hung softly near the door. He always seems to jolt a step backwards every time and then clear his voice to say something vaguely suitable. He can never get the timing right or have a time suitable greeting thought up.

"Hello Curiosity." She beats him to the punch, which happens most times. She twirls in quick study about him. She wonders if one day he would ever find some words to explain why his always alone. Noticeably recently he does look more tired then other undertakers yet works just as hard as a pair does. She had even worried that his long stay to watch her was maybe why. Ignorant maybe that time experienced by a undertaker isn't the same for someone alive. She does have a subconscious knowing of that but it addes depth into her worries further.

"A lot of folks want your attention." He had picked up her habit of swaying his left hand like she does. It was better then being awkwardly in the way of her leaving the room. He kept his right hand hidden at his back, sort of uncomfortable and tensing. She did consider that he was hiding a weapon or something. After all, the man is a spy for the undertaker kingdom.

"The book was odd today. It seems a good time to try hunting day and edge checking." She walks slightly ahead of him, "I will be in visiting of your side, sort of." He shivered and jolts to be at her side.

All of her dorms neighbours are folks moving in or out. Some are just chilling with freinds. Some even have tvs, game consoles and stuff. It's the sort of the relax day for the middle grade children of this school. She never made any moves to nose in their business or make greeting to them. She was the odd ball they avoided for now. Always with a undertaker which made them avoid her more. Many students that are cursed children has dealing with undertakers. It's how many ended up in the private boarding school. Same for most teachers. Everyone that knows the other side will know that the head master is a literal demon.

"Is it necessary?" He wanted to be sure to hear some sort of answer from her.

"The last time it went unchecked the god of death left one the tomes at the edge. It was nearly lost." She spoke seriously in a gentle low tone, "We be thankful that a creature that follows the book rules for finding. They also glady didnt tamper." She signs out of the dorm at the entry way, this is for fire safety to know who is in and out in case of emergency. She steps to the school centre court yard - the sort of short cut to the other buildings.

The demon tree as per always has several captured victims hung from branches. Having sight is one thing but how good is your sight determines who uses this route often to get around the school. There is always the long one way system.

In turth her checking of the edges can be done like her walking through these school grounds too. She can linger on one side of the doorways as sort of short cuts in scary places. Or she can take the death route to every realm recorded to do the same thing which is like the school's one way system.

She would only ever need to enter a realm to look at the door frame conditions or rather the pages and covers of connecting compendiums and tomes. She's not sure how Curiosity thinks she going to do and how she goes about it. Its certainly not a job for everyone. There some freaks that she has to speak to that are also keepers for connected books.

The mage freaky insane guy that cleaned this world for blood payment was such example. Maybe that being her sibilings dealt with was likely just him asking for help. Whatever. Its not her responsibility for now. There was other concerns to be focus on, the sort of things that even the undertakers do not have authority in meddling.

Things within the human living world is the work and concern of the five known beings. Demons. Angels. Undertakers. Grim reapers. Deities of govern forces.

The realms those being come from that are the sort of outer shell of the living world. Those are the edges that the core tome concerns itself with. Outside of those realms well... that clips to other core tome outer shells. She is also known within the little communities of core tomes as a sort of lost page collector. She knows the walkway edges of those core tome edges - strictly for looking for lost pages and talking to the local god eaters around those parts. She talks to them because they tend to have an idea for more lost pages or how pages are created.

She been on a sort of soul search for how these books are made and why they have the powers they do. Gladly the tome itself enjoys this about her, takes pleasure at giving her more freedoms then past holders of the core.

"Lea." She stops short of moving on from the demon tree since this was the class nickname everyone calls her. She gives careful inspection of who or what said that. Clearly a student with a badge. They tend to be folks with some sort of student authority. She moves her mask aside and looks right at them in sort of saying she heard them and she was going to listen to what they are about to say.

Curiosity steps between them, he has a weapon drawn out in each hand. She stares more carefully about the student while they pattered pockets.

"I had something to show you." They eventually found a necklace. It's exactly like her Seer side wears. But it's another cursed fake one that tends to summon another demon after her.

"I don't want it and if you do plan to get rid of it. Seal it in a jar or something." She glares even her mask was mad at seeing this necklace again. So soon, unless it's part of some in family test, "Its up to you if you want to be demon food. In fact I bet this tree would love you." She isn't wrong at pointing that out, the vine branches have already twisted ready to snatch.

"Interesting answer." Puts it away, "Most Seers get upset about loosing thiers."

"I am sure it a medium for them to summon things. Summoning even the smallest of spirits needs a little substance." She glares a little less, "Was there another issue, student councillor?" They jolted at the poor manners of making her have to guess on the point like that.

"Clearly not like the others." Sheepish head scratching. The lad is sort in a uniform, those that work on the grounds stay to a neat or informal grey wear. A student council member has a badge or sleeve arm band. They have free pass to skip some classes if they are on duty. She seen some eating with teachers in the cafeteria before 6am, "Gladly I found you because you have an outsider visitor. You were being asked to the head masters office." She can already guess that someone it not please she's helping undertakers behind the back of the family. Or this was a book thing. The books seems flickering louder then normal.

"Fine, Headmaster office." her left hand flutters and even the tree seeing that command moves away. She holds her waist with her right and holds her mask with her left. Walking in following the student to the long system to the headmaster's office. Indeed avoiding the tree. Curiosity had briefly disappeared, only to be ahead of them inside the office.

The student opens the door for her and she as per normal thanks with manners. She gives a soft nod to those in the room and as a student waits for instruction. She does then however spot the undertaker king with the map. He lowered looking exhausted, she gives a soft bow.

"So not an ignorant child as my own child assumed." one the family, black lace and using a hand fold fan to hide expressions. They all look... weak.

"Without being unnecessary. What exactly is the distances between these places?" The king points the map.

"The sands..." She ponders, "Takes more then just time to pass." She finds repeating from the last discussion, "That is if you can avoid time itself." She adjusted her backpack and peers to the headmaster. They had something to say.

"That's not a mortal knowledge." The shivering. There is many undertakers that are here to guard the king, they all do so in fear of her. She can actually taste fresh strawberries. Tarty yet sweet. That's rare for her. She normally more human then damned. Something about this room or the area was waning their side then the living one.

"Every core keeper is given the best skills of all the previous keepers. She would excel in combat and abnormal skills."

"She excels in art, science and any practicals. She struggles with reading and writing." Curiosity puts in his assessment of her before his king in short. That last part made the Seer hiss slightly. They were about to say something but her mask was already quiet ahead of the game at snatching the fan off their hand.

"The disrespect goes to you lot. Not only did you murder me. Your last whom of power to the book was broken when he stole and folded a page. The tome takes no kindness to those that tear pages. Not by normal petty souls like you." The fan was stabbed through the chair arm narrowly avoided them. The spiritual mask side of this girl returns itself around the smaller form. Blended and bond to her.

"Internal family affairs aside." She brushed which made the lady jolt confused, "It must be exhausting wasting time like that. That stuff is dangerous but then again. It's one of many god trials that were left behind. It gives literal meaning to sands of time."

"Stop it." The head master actually told her off. She can't tell if it meant her just now talking or her shadow. Either way, she tilted but complies, "That is unless your not in control."

"Soul fragment issue." My mask tuts, "I am me. She is me. We are a name. A soul. I am was reverted and retain the history of such things. The undertakers would consider this legacy writer remains." The tilt mirrors in both faces of her, "She is my current life and grounding to the mortal curtains. I have existence among other humans. That may seem confusing to you. But your an ex human yourself. Twice." The mask flicked glare to the second demon by the desk. Same soul, different books which answers something. The eclipse of the demon realm having bleed to the living realm here is due to replica pages of different books here. That in mind would also ponder if that affects the outer boundaries and the tome boundaries. Which was the issue these undertakers came for.

"Soul fragments? There shouldn't be any human alive with that." Her expression for the passive knowing why she's only human with a damned curse. It was a expression that told the Seer here that she knows why the whole family is cursed like it is. That put a snarl to them, the book trusts this little broken girl more then even the highest beings in the family. All the other generations, this girl was the only one to had unlocked something.

"I am surprised that the tome stays with you." putting frustration aside to be the adult. To care about the undertakers, "What are you trying to exactly accomplished with helping these undertakers?"

"They have the duty to meddle with souls bound by our book. It seems right that we should send them to return some lost souls. Or at least that's the books idea. I think it's a terrible idea. They have to deal with the broken guy and his tome. They have some very sensitive folks that he looks after. The last time I had someone cross there, someone did some wrong thing and we ended up having to repay a favour. It was nasty." She twirls on the spot about as standing around still isn't her thing.

Even her mask was nosing in draws and pick pocketing people. The student council had final fetched her small fitting chair for her. She sits down without manners or permission to do so. As she did there was a big clatter somewhere among the tomes, like a shelving of books were being thrown.

She utterly distracted by this, her right hand pokes a chain and the clattering stops. She focuses back with the room. They had been talk between themselves about something sand. She softly tugs the chain and the being causing mayhem is being taken. She throws her hand open and the wall behind her was crashed. A few photo frames and the display beside the door was a mess. Her hand held open has a floating book with fluttering pages. The book was mad and was ordering names around. The slow shuffle of books ordering themselves back on shelving.

"So that's what happens when you mess with books that aren't yours." The stranger grumbles.

"No." She answered gently, "Every tome deals with souls differently. Universes sometimes share or differ too. You..." She slams the book closed in echos of others, "I see. A lost soul with no page attachments. Your the one that made mess of 229." She tilts, "No wonder you have sinner chains." She made the book disappear and plenty of folks were having the gaurd up. Even the twin headmaster's had weapons. She was the least reactive of them, "You carrier a sense of being without aid or soul majority. Why are you messing with the peace? The worm war is long over."

"An elder soul from the community." They know about the multiverse then and the likely many keepers that came to form as peaceful neighbours, "I had a history but while something happened to the tomes. My soul name was incomplete in transfer." The limbo of having the name slowly erase from say the book of living to the dead.

Cases like this happen, she crosses plenty of half finished names in broken pages often. She's been generous to help restore or return pages to the orgianl keepers. If she can't even do that, she graphs them into a compatible tome - thus allowing them to find restoration themselves or go on with some sort of safety net. Her tome likes this way of added lost souls, its messy chaos that seems to gift them more protection in more ways then one. Equally make for a bigger target for those stealing pages or wishing to destroy universes. A harder job to do so with more then bargaining.

"I need a drink." This new guy demanded and one appears. Whatever this being is was many layers or have several attached conjoined souls. Must be loud in their mind. She reflects at how constant books and loud passive conversations echos in her. She sense this lack of peace was something to have in common. Her younger side pouts while her mask held a slight hold sharing that darkness.

"Careful what you ask for. The last time I made that request, it randomly passed me a drink... well by definition it is drinkable." She certainly looks a little pale at that memory and there is even a caution to the stranger actually looking at his cup. He then smells it and coughed. He took out a book, pours it the pages and tries to keep his stomach content in check. She smiles, back to a dull doll expression. Something of a sort of poker face. A business expression.

"Who is that? how did they make it through the school barrier?"

"Will permission." They posed surrender.

"Fussy." She notes, "How are things on your side? Had there been a big drastic event that ended earth yet?" She asked ignoring everyone else.

"The cover over from the opposite side of you had a pandemic at a galaxy sized scale. They not only mutated earth but entire race of parasites. Anything else got compicated for me to care about from the guy that died on my boundaries." She softly nods at this odd bit of news.

"The pure souls left. So this is likely why your having issues with our side. Maybe sending the folks that duty is soul convincing could recruit new ones." She peers at pause to be sure she got that correct, it was what the book just said. She heard the sort thing she needs and focused.

"So there are no miracles." The guy gets it.

"I am the..." She stops a moment to correct that, "The soul of the core is the last such being. It does not rely on the same scale of god or religion." He nods at that.

"Fun. So your the keeper of a magic less universe." They tilted at many thoughts and clearly a whole depth of reflection to be awkward. Many expressions and incoherent postures. Her eyes lower at the after image that ignores all sources of light, her mask was poking a clothy limb through that. Stealing? No. We are in trade. They were trading. She tilts back to look at the sorts of expressions the undertakers were making.

Indeed it is dawning them that she wasn't so sweet and innocent as her face fools. Unable to write off her past lifetime and the poor quality patch up to the extent of altering her current lifetime to avoid making impacts somewhere else. The major work to keep her form repeating her life exactly as before. There was even a sort of annoyed droop from Curiosity, like he knew before everyone else and that they all just realized the hassle his saved them. Harassment of a girl that seemed a no body turned into a blown up issue of many other things. There is literally arguing posed gesture by several pairs of watching undertakers.

Slow on the up take and taking a last ounce of nerve. The lady was bright red to pale. Her demon scales had even began showing. Them eyes dimming in vacant, weighing if the consequences were worth it.

Distracted aside the head masters slam the desk. Attention is draw in.

"If you entered by a students permission, the cursed around here would have known already." The head master doesn't get it, "This will cause mass panic on the grounds."

"You never really answered my student enquiry about the pet policies. I noticed that some students were allowed servants or other creatures that understood school rules." She posed a hand up unconscious and it slams a book there. She was totally interrupted by the sheer force that book throw itself in to the palm of her hand. She had even shivered and forced her arm in jerk reaction closer to herself, "That was mean." She pouts.

"I was trying to say something about the lizards that are owned by the book but the book has other plans to be annoying." The mask side tuts.

"You aren't allowed pets. No excuses or exceptional service." The headmaster slams.

"Harsh and hypocrite. Like what about all those demons that been served to the eldest students? The folks always in the laundry rooms, shared kitchens and the lock access rooms?" The mask questions back in defiance, "Is this because I am to expensive to teach and come from a back water with no money?" That's the real reason that the mask was so active at thrown cloth hands onto the desk and glaring down the headmaster that way.

"I never said anything about your background." He snarls, "But since the topic is in the air. What exactly is your relationship between the Seers?"

"Forced. We are estranged. They wanted me dead a few times now." The mask is causal and straight to the point, "Its just the book gotten really attached to me. It played about some rules when it shouldn't have. It is fine that it worked out this way. It empowered me to do better in a long run." It slides off the desk softly, "Not many folks survived being gutted by the archangels. Its not really a surprise that demons joined in thinking that it would redeem them. Repairing the core spine took a few grains."

"You know how to use time sand?" The unknown freak pulled from the tome had nosed in so excited at hearing that, "See. I told you that such knowledge doesn't go forgotten." This other keeper was so happy someone was like him. Someone with inhumanity.

"Time... sand?" The king pondering in looking at the map and blurrs in a dead stillness. He jolts in focusing again, "Sand of time." He rewords, "Avoid time?"

"There is no such thing as avoiding sand in a dessert." Curiosity being quicker. She straighten up and her expression returns to a business smile. She doesn't quiet exactly have the personal experiences to explain everything as it is. Things away from the land of the living are not for her to judge or make assumptions of. Elements that have laws and densities means nothing across the other side. She stays all the more still about it all with how well covering her shadow eclipses over her. Mask aligned over face.

Gladly the creep factor has slide over a veil of silence. Not many were whispering anymore. Even the headmasters both took a double take of the little girl seated on the small chair. Instead maybe it was more then just humanity behind those eyes. The flex of when insanity rings as the new term for sanity. To snap so far past and yet cover over it with a sense of normality. The lady Seer was lost of any glamour that hide her demonic powers, a dead member whom disguised as living. Many do in a public eye. The lady seems a dwarf in comparison of the child with a smooth thin smile. The visitor that was thrown to attention, his shadow was simply a puddle then that abyss bellow this little girl.

"This has been quiet the waste of time around here. A good thing I am quiet a multitasking witch." She posed her left hand in hiding the slight changed of the smile, "You wish to fetch the lost things. Then you should heed that we are nothing but a speck of dust. Your simply lucky that we care for you. Some keepers are ruthless and are ready in a moment notice to devour those they protect." The angle pose in was unease, she couldn't stop her worrying of them from not showing, "Once you have crossed over the dunes, you are no longer in the safety net of my territories. The land you face is unknown to us and had never made efforts to contact us. It's likely a universe without a need of a keeper or a place that a keeper is exiled from. Do not be fooled by the Clothus, soul altered creatures that break rules. Never give a name. Not even a nickname. They enslave as they please. If all else fails, you can guarantee that god eaters will return your remains to us. But you forfeit a cost in exchange. Something even I can not fathom as a cost into translated words."

They peer to each other. Slowly each at a time sort of voting.

"How do we cross the sands?"

"It only takes a moment, a grain of sand is all you require. One grain is considered a lifetime of one soul cycle. The sand is unrefined, easy to crush. Close your eyes and consider thst you had already arrived. You spent a lifetime to get there. You know you had. Lost or not." She was truly sad. She had even left one striking blacken ink tear to stain her mask, "Please return. I care little in what condition you find yourselves. We will always find a way to organise you all within." They truly knew she was not at all joking or that this was an act of faith. She watched time around alter and shiver. The undertakers makes last preparation to leave.

As always, undertakers disappear as if they were never there. Not even a goodbye were said. The visitor left with them. It was sort like something in the back of her mind that told her something important. That the tome the stranger of the church left behind was taken by the guy she fling here. They are the same soul, was returned the tome what seems the keeper or owner.

She stares in refocusing back to the twin headmaster's. Back to what living world discussions were to be had. Yet the demons both were unable to shake away what was a witness to. The only human student that was here was memory altered, at best there seems some sort of argument between the girl and the headmaster over the awkward situation with her inability to fit in smoothly. Given there was nothing else to share, she takes a small bow and leaves.

The office was more a wreck then anyone realised. It looked like some strom shot open all the paperwork everywhere. The student and the twin headmaster's had stood and began straightening this mess. Yet files of confidential papers was everywhere. Stuff that was locked.

One the head masters picked up a file. It was the student transcript from previous schools. This small stack was just the school's that were willing to make contact about her. Turly this was a small slice of one year she expreinced, 9 schools. Each was worded quite nasty of her inability to focus or read. Some nicer schools stated she was extreme dyslexic with no improvements. She was expelled from one school due to inability to fit in. It's likely this wasn't the only school that expelled her for this reason.

"It seems like the school's of this country truly don't know how to cope with her." Was the comment blurted out. The student passed over some matching files.

"She was bullied according to this one." They noted, "We shouldn't give up on someone like her. Like that undertaker said, she excels in practical studies. I seen her fix an experiment that the teacher said they were setting up."

"This school has something that the state schools lack. It's that we choose to not follow the government standards of working out a individual greatest abilities. She not the only student to come here with a transcript so large by families frustrated by a system that isn't working. They are part of small minority that can't be measured by standard testing. Sadly the ocean is to big for these types of student to access the needed resources." The leading headmaster has the box brought forward with her files being put in. She isn't much different to the students here.

She is unremarkable in a school for of those with greater gifts or from families to pay that dime. She's a fluke in a grander scheme but for whatever reason - there still ways that even she still causing ripples in the school.

"I guess then, that's actually what the issue is. She utterly a no body that is constantly being failed. A wall flower that makes the borderline between noticed in a bad way or misguided in mistakes." The student frowns at both demons, "Mayne we should find a way to give her a voice. A chance to break the arkward glass ceiling. I bet we will find she not going to be the only student with need to make a difference." The two demons sighed at length. It seems the student councillor has an idea, now they has permission to do it.