Twilight?

Keepers the compendiums and the books themselves come in many shapes in many universes. Uniquely there are few who stand out. The rest tend to be copies of each other with minor nesh details. When a universes comes under threat, it adapts or it makes a keeper adapted to deal with that threat. Such is the case for the Twilight mock god eater lizard. A abnormal lizard that is the soul compendiums keeper that has contained the threat of Clothus. Not many know how the lizard came about being able to stop the spread of Clothus into other worlds. Now... in help of Lea, by way of forcing a undertakers system into that universe - these two keepers have became well aquanted in swapping trades often. More accurately is that book that has Lea was delivering cursed items created by time broken, in return of lost tome pages that the reptile has not expert hands in fixing. They both trade drinking liquids or inks as both use this as pleasantries to the mage creep with a soul of fine dust. In the meantime of the background work of the lizard with scales of a comos.

A girl progress school as she expected. Thanks to the glitch of time that the mage creep causes when he enters a world of the living not his own. She felt time pass like a blink of an eye. All these classroom hours just disappear and blurred. She is being bullied and it gets worse the older she is. Her own sibilings being the wolves directing those causes.

At least she chooses the way humans bully her as this was easier to cope. The tome bullies her enough with nightmares and meetings with exceptional scary tome keepers. She seems unaffected by all the scare attempts or minor illusion curses that humans at school do. They may break into her room but she has such little possessions that there was never anything determined worth stealing off her.

She graduated 1st, 2nd and 3rd grades. Slowly as the snail's run, or its how if felt on reflection. She was definitely taking up a unknown British accent where there is no explanation for why. She managed uneven issues of being thrown between her divided families. She still was able to enjoy her mothers side as best she could on the first half of holiday off ground times.

She would then the spend the second half the holiday being patronised and forced favours with her father side. The Seers may hate her, the child, but they still had to use the core tome for deals that was afterlife affairs. They had to treat the child somewhat nice to not piss off the tome. The Seers still have to abided by the truth of the matter which is this girl is a living human. Her being an abnormality can be dealt with when she dies. These favours they asked about was never needing the book but they need to be lied to about how its the book and not her. She knew the answers already and so the book really was just there in the Seers eyes for show. This illusion isn't going to fly if a higher titled being was to request the core tome any enquiries. Gladly none have bothered, yet.

The fourth grade was starting soon and she must start considering her life career. She needs to best suit her skills into a job that she is going to enjoy once school was over. She does know that people have plans for her already and she has no control of what she really will do in the future. Yet her young mind wants to excel in having backup plans. To gain transferable skills, her leaked older self has poured in all it could. It's down to her to start refining and actually putting in muscle memory.

She's even started combat fitness training away from prying eyes. Although not everyone will leave her alone to do it properly. Forced to play down the skills like she was weak and helpless. She plays a little slopy if they really staring holes in her back.

"Ever considering on joining the police?" She was attempting marital arts with 'tree'. The graveyard has became her secert go to, even it the rattle snake that lives in the burrow by the fences hates her. Loki was chewing up unknown questionable meat as per normal. He spoke so suddenly that she stops a moment.

Small little girl is all the creatures sees of her but she looks to the back of some sign linked on the fence. The front was a warning facing outside the school grounds. She stares from this side which is the back, a reflective blurr surface that she inspected her overall body shape through.

She not the little 8 year old that came here. A girl just barely passing into a lady shape, adolescents for sure but more nearly that teenager. Some scars of her past life are birth marks that never went away. In a thin top like she is, she can see the angelic curse through her heart. Being stabbed by a heavenly blade is no different for being gutted by a demonic one. She so much more bronze then her British life, all that sun really. Her long thick hair was in a long braide which was to her knees. That profile shape is all lanky skinny, no curve or definitions. She eats poorly yet healthy, no fat about her. She's a tooth pick. Not many features of being a woman has made any pass yet.

"Forensic science is my best skills and paper specialisation especially restoration." She sweeps away sweat and crutched before the tree, "Thank you tree for being my training partner. May you continue standing strong even in the harsh weather." She stands back straight, "Come along Loki." Loki ate whatever left in one throw and he flutters happy to land on her shoulder. Head knocked to hers as always, "Are you done checking me out?"

She shouts returning through the graveyard. The rolled eyes of those that don't want to be here. Stepping out the shadows of the stones themselves, hidden in ways no human should.

"Slopy work." She stares in study of the person all her sibilings were in constant bow towards.

"So are you. You aimed for my neck and stabbed my heart through my chest. You are quiet fragile after too. Your name wanes even now." She had no fear of speaking to someone that killed her in her previous life. Or gave her the wounds she nearly died from. She narrows in how Curiosity is here and bows too, surprisingly Curiosity finds way to return from his errands by that mage tome keeper. More importantly, even undertakers recognised this guy.

A stranger is actual the aura that surpesses a gentleman of ageless elder breeze. The grey wing spread that would carry the world. Wears creme or off whites. Style is ways changing with the times, a guy for human fashion. His eyes are a bit dark for an angelic being, likely the echo of his love for the demoness that created the generations of living damned.

"I was informed that the soul transfer was messy. I didn't realise how much." He posed a hand forwards, "I need to see the tome." She tilts sharp in a scowl with crossed arms.

"Its not me that you have to convince. Also we have visitors right now. You can wait your turn." She hissed with putting a left hand to palm her forehead at the needing to hold back her anger, "It is a terrifying friend of ours. Owns a little travelling pub in her universe." Curiosity shivered and instantly looks at Loki for confirmation.

"Yes, Twilight has been borrowing you lot to deal with them pesky Clothus that followed you here. Stupid law breakers. Damn souls that broke thier time and fell out of tomes." Loki hissed with a tail wag.

"So fine. Then you could maybe even answer this without the tome." The general draw out his blade and sliced the floor. This pours a light from the fissure and forms a book. That is the book of life. He allows it to flutter in the air as it forms and it starts to land solid to his hands. He presented it.

She does her normal thing of stopping time in a clap and that she waves the book to balance with her clothy form then her living hands. She feels the uneven covers and then focused at what damages he could be meaning.

In this moment of paused time, Loki grows and elongated in shape. Forced off her while. She was occupied in the tome care. He hangs a few jaws open with a slip of a snakes tongue to patter the floor around the angel. The waft of the tail pushed forced breeze that flinched those within paused time, all but the general and Curiosity stood indifferent to the god eater before them. She flicks through the pages instantly fast and it was closed again before anyone blinked. She takes a prolong thought of the surfaces. Indeed there is something off. She opens it again and pokes a few names. That's why. She sighed.

"The books are thristy. The names may fade because the lack of ink." the book returns to the owner in a harsh thud which echos a while, "Every tome has a preference that you as the keeper know how to pay." Everyone could tell just now she had thrown it back to him, he caught it no issue, "Just how much are you willing to pay and how far will you go to forfill it. That is the test the tomes have given us. That isn't my place to question nor should you. If you want to dare cross that line, you will be severed from the protection we bestow. After all. This isn't the first time you have back stabbed the tomes. You should have fallen and she should have raised. That is the payment you cursed."

"So the fade of names is not a great concern?"

"It is the cost we paid for something that the pure souls did to another's. The insanity came to pay his due. This is the aftermath. The cost of cross his coat tails. It seems insignificant in the grand scheme for there to be the lack of good ink. But there is always ways to obtain it within the folds of time. As I said, it's the test of us keepers to find suitable ink replacement. I once heard someone was desperate enough to drain the styxs. Best we don't repeat them." She held a long and dreaded sigh in muttering, "Can't replace that soul."

The general archangel flutters his left wing, likely a nerve twitch. She waved her mask on and claps at the return of time. She waves all of that horror and darkness to hide away. Loki was back to the reptile bird form upon her shoulder. It would seem that during stop of time a god eaters slowly returns to the form it thinks itself and not the filter the realm provides. She was back to folded arms and the scowl in judgment. She was even impatient with a foot tap, a soft occasional scan of what the other folks here were doing. She would even scan where Curiosity kept his hands. She straighten up with her sense to step aside, that of a doorway summoned forth by Twilight itself.

A cloud of darkness with constant flicker dots of dust lights. The gate opens only a slit for the poke of a tongue to dot through and kiss her. It missed snatching Loki this time and left saliva treads. The gate closed quickly now and all was well. She stays all the more still in pondering what that was about, why so intimate of a deaths kiss. She doesn't wipe it away, she stopped trying with Loki constantly at it.

"You are certainly courting death. You do realize the saliva of a god eater would normally kill any gods in under a few hours." The general archangel glares equally in judgment.

"You should try some of the meat." She flutters her left hand in habit, "Devouring the corpses of the dead is quiet the delicacy. At least, that is the translation of what the tome suggested." She rubs the on set headache it was giving her. So may rushed thoughts being processed instantly. She settled just barely, "Apparently devour you nightmares and fears is equally a guarantee to stop them from pestering." She shivers at that in full knowing exactly the sense of consequences that sort of thing brings. Even gods have fears. She clearly was not mentally there with them. Wavering in so many thoughts that the sight that governs her abilities had even waned a moment.

In the real world, she just talking to a bunch of grave stones. She was even nearly convinced to walk away. That she lost tracking to be part of the blip. She does scrunched her right hand, touching a invisible chain the books have her wrapped in. Everyone was clear to see after that and solid forms to nearly touch. She had even lost her own contorl, the left hand had broken a silver blade flashed before her.

It is one of her sibilings trying to kill her. Not a reaper scythe or a undertakers weapons. She was genuinely cut with it, soft stream trickles but it lands not on the living earth. The soil here was directly in the eclipse of hell and blood has always been the summoning substance. Those few drops brought the worst of things attention, that time freezes. For real world, she has somehow cut along her hand and holds it awkwardly in air. Her sight flickered while those that are of the otherside were trying to stay standing against the summons.

Even the books came forth to hovering in watching the spectacular show, folding forms of figures that spoke in body language. The paper stands backing the form that she summoned, her cloth skin was altered considerably to suit long travel through many realms. A tall figure that helds her living shoulders tightly and makes little to no care for the lesser folks here. It does however narrow upon the general, there passed another to scowl.

"I can't fix your mistakes, fool. You sent her bellow. Do her job right." The echoed voice wasn't even heard by the general which only makes the tall figure hiss more annoyed. It swept a left hand, shuffled the man through a gate made by shadow on the ground. Any pull misshaping of the shadow bubbles in in slight sizzle as it makes contact to direct sun rays, flattening into how normal shade should be, the archangel is where he has a duty. Gurgled tones of the clothy form above the girl were it's opinions. Something along the lines of 'how pointless that man can demanded stupid answers'.The form peers softer in looking at his victims, the mixtures of living people with clothy shadows wrapped from the feet to their head and the spirit of the dead not how they should be.

"If you ever want someone to blame for being cursed. You take it with the archangel general we sent away and his lover." She translated for the form above, "Good luck eating fear but you can't devour your fellow people. Consequently you try that on the tome keeper and you will be devoured instead, without second chances." The cloth forms a hand and poked a few of them, "I am not blind or deaf. You are no different to the many voices passing by. Keep it that way. Take my attention away from my duty. I will send you to a fate worse then dying and walking any hell." This larger cloth materials form pulls itself back tighter and hidden away, the blood that dripped upon the surface of another realm was returned back in. It was used to the wound closed itself. The blade that snapped was rusted and then dust. The fade of whatever place on the otherside blurrs with the graveyard. They stuck to place even after the traces disappeared.

She looks at her hand and then gives a soft flex. She peers gently in how the books had folded away pages, wrapping from clothy form into the binding of tome and back to her hold. Some the paper origami figures posed some advice, flattening back to pouring pages within the covers bound. The last pats her head and gives her a few broken page bits to take care of later. She gladly takes care of those with being gentle as possible. She holds them separate, preventing pages from touching each other. Not wanting pages of different sections to cross contaminate for anything. Curiosity steps around cautious, he is genuinely afraid of doors or gates be opened like they were. She looked to how her sibilings fleed quickly and that there was a bunch of rustled noises by the tomes.

She calmly walks away from this graveyard, back to her dorm. Looking forwards to a shower and a long night of page sorting. The lost new pages as scanned of general content and then places in the best educational guess she can give at this time. She often places everything on quarantine by dream realm placement. Leave the pages to adapt there and then they are more workable when it comes to actual graphiting into places.

Being returned back to her room, she was back to square one in what Loki asked her. Just what exactly was she expected to do when she finished school. The sort of job she enjoys. It's comfortable now but there be a time where she will be sent away without human explanation. She doesn't even know when she will return from such things.

Her eyes wondered walls and she sighed that she had not been able to put any of her art up lately. It's as dull the day she first came, just that she used the closet for her clothes instead of forced suitcase use. She was tall enough to use the desk properly and her mountain of written essays covered more desk surfaces then her first week. The suitcase was tucked under the bed ready for packing for holidays, no longer a step to reach the bed wish.

"Pardon." The coupled knocks and Curiosity steps through the room. She been in all a daydream this entire time. She had already been back from a bath and was already dressed in clean clothing. All while she daydreams her thoughts away. She was at her desk with all her kit out for graphing lost pages into the tome. Her draw open at her side was stuffed of the finished mountain of homework to be done for the on coming week. She gets a lot done when lost in her thoughts. She gestures with her left hand that he was welcomed. She turned back to gentle placement of lightly wet strips. Fixing the fold creases or general attachment onto the tomes.

"So your actually older in mind then your appearance." Curiosity was pacing about with whatever his got going on this moment. He was likely nervous from the cloth figure summoning before. He might even be talking about the cloth version of herself. She knows that his cursed damned using a undertaker body. His not aligned with the Tricksters / Seers. He got that way more recently from dealing with Clothus. His own soul partly tainted into being part Clothus. It puts all the more sense for why he is and how he is. She clattered tweezers beside and checks in several angles of how the paper tissue placement was doing. Seamless into the page for now and undoable if there was problems. He seems to turned very quiet from that.

"Travelling outside the rules is something I do a lot of. They call me... us... the collector of lost torn pages. We go to seek torn pages and helping the souls written on them. In turth I have plenty of pure souls to replace the gods that had abandoned us but that would be breaking a rule the universe placed on us. We can't allow external affairs bleed into inner universe. Drawing a line to keep was is in and out." She lowers in watching the strips drying and that they going to work find for now. The names began to fade in and out, to wane and alter in different segments. She waits for it to dry enough. She places greaseproof papers among layers of worked sections and closed the tome down. She pets the book surface and turns chair to inspect Curiosity. He shivered and then dots about pacing.

"Twilight is just an time object broker." He was trying to piece something together.

"She's just another tome keeper like me. She is also a tool like me. We are all part of a collective of universes that repair aspects. I am a page fixer for now. She more then just collecting those broken time objects for nothing. We all suspect that Clothus are just victims of the war." She sits back watching his expressions. He was more amusing to watch with how he was trying to settle nonsense. She doesn't really know what exactly his deal is just yet.

"There has to be a leader of the collective." He jolted to stop.

"No. Not at all. We have different but equally parts. We are strangers that advice each other for minor details. We don't exactly follow one time place or universe. If you need fear sorting then you ask the insanity. If you seek about souls, you seek the god man. I deal in pages. Twilight is into broken things. Even broken souls which become god eaters or crimson. I suspect there is many others, unique and wondering about. Some left the tomes behind and others gaurd them."

She stops to see how much of this he actually retains. He seems stuck in place. Clearly she just said something that broken him finally, he clearly is unable to process everything.

He jolts again and was pacing once more. Yet he seems to staggering more. It was as if the mental attack of those words had made him bleed. She unsure of what exactly just happened between moments. She was concerned when he actually fell to one knee. She quickly was to his side and helping him up. Letting him have a seat in the chair, she isn't exactly sure how undertakers biology works. They are from another realm after all.

On considering it, he didn't hear a single word she was just talking about other tome keepers. She had even sighed, being the only one that knows these cosmic beyond boundary ideas is quiet troublesome. Makes the rest of her universe look like fools. There are benefits to keeping secrets, yet she rolls her eyes in after thought.

Tapping Curiosity in different places to attempt a jerk reaction. She had at least had him at the chair by the desk. Maybe the bed was better but that can be arkward especially moving him and he wakes mid process. Such things have been before when she's meddle with undertakers secretly before. Another time disconnection likely, when a undertaker is unable to process a ton of things that happened on the other side and was give short time while in visiting the living world to process it. She stands back to see if he is sitting up without her, thankfully yes. Very distant eyes and the whole dead being thing of not needing to breath. That's normal for undead souls, even demons and angels don't breath. That's a strictly living thing. Well... she ponders what the heck is up with damned and Clothus. They sort of breath but it's not air like humans.

Given this was prime opportunity, she pick pockets Curiosity. A lot of things she suspect for a undertaker that is the spy for the king. Two rule books. The tome of dead names, which undertakers are in pairs normally to see both. He has tools, the only working type of foundation pens for tomes and pick lock kit. She pats him about one last time and he snatched her hand as she brushed the surface of something cold, smoothed chalky surface. Indeed, the only undertaker she knows to have a mask, who isn't clearly family with her folks. She posed surrender and he let's go.

"I have no questions." She genuinely returns his stuff back by presenting along the desk. He puts it all back in a scowl, not at her but off a distance while depth of thoughts.

"The current king was executed." She didn't even flinch at that. She can hear the scribbles of the undertaker list being edited, "For now, I am considered a criminal among." She shrugs at this and summons the tome to float about. It was shuffled a while.

"The affairs of in house aren't to be meddled by the tome. Its you lot that fluff with law and matter." She doesn't have to worry about him, so she turns to the closet and organises her week onward outfits. The check of the hung calenders and that she untacked a pencil to make notations. She keeps these sort of things for references if she going to be asked later, "Besides your tainted by outside affairs with being given part of a clothus or damned power. They were always going to suspect you for a criminal. Clothus have a multiverse reputation for being bad news. Damned were always sad lost creeps. Don't take it personally as a offence. Its just the cosmic way of the universe protecting the souls within." She muttered her annoyance.

She just the same boat as Curiosity - universe standard. He jolted in a very scared reaction of hearing her, a cat clung to the ceiling sort of deal. She utterly ignores him and let's him regain so common sense. The book too, floating about with miniature origami figures playing about the whole room. It's why she does nothing to her room where students would have. It's already a public walkway for strangers in paper forms. She has her personal few that always are great advice and judge. She posed suggestions of her outfits, the five figure raise hands or lower if they were a good look. Curiosity eventually gives way to getting down and taking a seat, to have himself watching a recreation of the events he knew before him at the desk. The page figures playing were able show him some other beings that were there. He blinks in just realizing how many witnesses there was exactly, he sits back watching the figure that was him leave but the scene continues. How they went about actually tricking him, the king being not dead at all. Eyes narrowing in that of the books flickered and then unfolds. the book reforms again.

She was already changed into her evening wear, a dark black jeans with plain yet fancy shirt. She was putting on black trainers and makes the last touches to hide scares in her mask, found a way to fill the gaps without further damage.

"You want to follow along?" She offered her right hand and it's not a mistake either. Normally it is, but not this time.

"Where?" He asked and she summons the tome freely in her left hand, that section is the undertakers. She makes it fade and on she wears her altered mask. She tilts and further posed her right hand.

"I will be caught and punished." She smiles and he grips with some nerve. She pulled him close and enforced darkness on the both, shrouding them as damned. She peers back a last time to her living self, tucked to bed in dreams. She posed to be silent and walked backwards through a dark void gate. He simply is forced to hold her hand this way and follow where she goes. No looking back, he already made a mistake once of looking back before.