Some noble houses, especially around the later half of the industrial revolution were so wealthy. They took plants from across the world and made the quincentennial British garden. Many estates of such heritage flaunted the biggest trends of having the most exotic plants decorate their lawns. London being chocked in paving slabs and drawn carts was no garden too small for such flaunting wealth. Thus the abnormal spine covered tree at the front of a medieval manor in the middle heart of city is just another wealthy company, show boating its grander with a tree that marvels more then humans (at least that was the rumour goes). Deep among city streets, hidden near pride park and covert gardens.
A primordial genetic marvel grows slow steady strong and thorny sharp. The small tree will be more a brush at the moment. Yet it has become another distinctive marker to navigate the narrow streets. It will someday be the pride that names this minor manor hall.
A medieval build complex, whole tree beams gave the place its heart and strength, it is deep wood shows defining the white wash plastering. The main double doors open to a reception foyer. The lower rooms are always busy of servants, always was there was chores. The upper floors was a study, several small set private rooms and most importantly - a private hidden prayer room. The white walls where the scream of money and the way too many windows. Each translucent glimmer is 30 pounds of taxes, which was expensive in old money. This complex is owned by the faith of traveller merchants; a company of merchant that doubled as pioneer researchers. They were exploring the new 'worlds' beyond hand drawn maps and would later be the funding for star exploration in the 23rd century.
London is a melting pot of world wide cultures in among traditional. A Swiss lodge that will be a pub in the 21st century is three units down. A short walk over is the area of the embassies of other countries. This merchant noble house fits right in. Being a boarding house for wealthy visitors to the city that need a bed while having their paperwork sorted among the many embassies. It is also the starting point around Covent gardens; the original 1st garden that was intent of growing the most toxic plants from around the world. These plants are being picked about by the very merchant researchers of the monkey puzzle manor. In the modern time, convent gardens is deemed to small for containing such toxic plant work. The toxic garden would later replanted further outside of London. Mostly to stop the spades of access to poison that the garden was giving such city folks. The Monkey Puzzle has only stabilized itself this past year, branching new strong arms in matching the newly welcomed young couple has taken over ownership of this trader's post.
He spends his days managing the empire of wealth, talk with multiple languages and the ledger that payrolls the estate servants. He is the man of the house; being the wealthy translator for difficult negotiations and being a water ship charter. Using his divine wisdom to send ships across oceans that most never return from. He was worldly smart. He was well taught by the previous Merchant Master, and was adopted as the the only inheritor complex wealth. Building on promises, trading promises into materials and materials into the estate's growing wealth. The merchant house was frowned on as a new money wealth that should have collapsed into ashes. In his hands, it has grown to being meaningful - a stamp of nobility within the West minister halls. A wealthy wise man hidden in the hallways, a quiet man that the smart people took good life advise from.
While she is the head lady of the house, controlling inhouse management of the buildings up keep and the unofficial lady behind the microscope slides. She spends more times drawing what she sees under a lens then being the flaunting lady of wealth that society expects of her. At best she does some social calls as the known paranormal occult investigator. She was famed as someone with strange tools that suggested spirits being among the normal, giving science excuses for the most abnormal events. She was like the house call exorcist with old time style static electrical traps.
She had plenty of smarts that didn't belong to a 'woman', as most women do not belong in university. She was frankly ostracized by the high end of society and was arms throw away from any lower classes. She made good with middle class, and was proving to be a good background to provide her husband interesting conversations. She was able to predict the trends before anyone knew it. Frankly disturbingly on point with capital investments (which she spoke to her husband to make or break deals).
"Excuse me, my lady. A guest has called for you personally in the tea room." One the maids spoke gentle behind her as she adjusted the lens over the slip. The journal of the main drawing was open on the observational sketch. It was side by side several other loose pages that were daily simpler sketches over the past week. Her final sketch was finalized among the scraps - take parts of each simple sketch and time stamping the changes over time. This slide that was soft wax pin of a toxic plant slice with a drop of human blood, likely her own. She was noting the blood reaction over a period of time to the plant provided. She puts the coal stick down and stretched. She leans looking back, the maid shivered lowered head in respectful fear.
"I will be there." She got up, changed out of the lab coat, washed her hands and neat up her appearance with the cooper polished mirror by the coat hooks and small sink.
The maid leaves fast with not lingering. Hardly anyone lingers around the lady of the house. She has this bubble space that keeps away people; a heat that bubbles the skin surface like being stood in a wall of a oven. It leaves someone cold, as if loosing her presence took away the sense of safety and certainty. Often the staff after talking to her will go straight to him. As he was a cold stare that made people shiver but left them protected and treated with more care then the Lady does.
She finished checking herself out in the mirror when the reflection glimpsed the shadow shimmer of the light temporarily blocked. The window light being softly shuffled by the creature bird that took off. A clock work contraption that been studying her back everyday for the last 9 months since she started living openly here. She spent more time in the lower levels among servants when the master of the manor wasn't her husband. When her husband changed position, her place did too.
Now the creeps knew she was here, and they sent spies to always watch her moves. Sent to keep tabs; nightmares keeping each other in chess check. She had not minded this; it was a reminder of her purpose she choose. Her decision was to change some key cog event to come; the event that shouldn't happened, it was marked to be a deleted event. The tomes have been in a slow recovery and they will not finish recovery until the source of the problem was fixed.
The blackhole project, the paper I stolen and pretended to burn. The previous lifetimes I spent capturing the schemes, backstabbing and hard earned knowledge. The clock work bird tells me that my visitor in my waiting room is connected. In a good way? likely no.
She stares deeply of the distance, seeing the flickers of energy and broken edges of curtain spaces. She closed those spirit eyes and then... it is old wood London. The one before the great fire. She knew that event of cog keeping is coming. The burning was a living aura that constantly lives in her nose. A reason for them to abandon this lovely manor and be the same time cut for so many threads of fate. So many servants of this house were all cut short by the fire. Another bad taste she could not prevent.
"Dear wife." Knocked hard and deep voice with a burnt cold echo. She sighed and checked on last time. She came to the door and smiles her blank mask cover, as she has always. She couldn't help another face check and then opens the door. He looked blank with some lacing of concern. There is a deep backlight in those eyes of him knowing that the guest wasn't naturally human. She twisted the smile slightly more, left hand soft taps his face and a play poke of the side of his nose.
"When you know a disaster is coming, you prepare to survive." She says in taking his arm, "You always smell the rain before it arrives."
He walked equal steps with her. Down the corridor together. They make it to the door that is the new arrivals visitor welcome room. Several voices speaking in there. She registers plenty of those voices being folks she knew. Those she protected and those that threaten her. Either side was the same distant hold of her knowing their soul languages in the tomes. It took a long pause for both of them to adjust the languages being used in that room and the taste of emotions those words threatened.
"They hold the same darkness you are always shrouded in." Her husband comments.
"No. It is very complicated. You just feel a surface of darkness. You don't see how deep it goes." She huffed, "Our old friends and adapted children are there too. They came here for the same purpose to why people were disappearing in the coal shoots." He grappled her arm tightly in realizing she has a supernatural conclusion of an issue he had many times heard in West minister abbey, "They arrived from a darkness and they are going to travel into darker places. Are you ready to step into that complication?" He lowered his head in thinking over this.
"If I don't hold on you, then I am going to loose you again. Loose you that way that hurt me. Holding you is the only anchor that keeps my soul calm." She softly holds his hand back, the one resting her arm tighter.
"My family are all cultist, backstabbing and schemers. They all earned the nickname of Tricksters. I own that nickname myself, but I use my scheme on things not human. They are cruel and real as humans have always been. Kindness in equal hold of cowardice. They want me to guide them to somewhere of darkness and evil. I do not know why, but they go with no plan of returning. While our family, the one's we chosen to have, are going to stop something. To repair things. The family need to come back home, to be back in one piece."
He clasped around her in being sweet and assuring. He was soon kissing deeply and cutting out any more words that were this conversation. Like this whole event needed to be tasted.
"Good lords." The door into the visitor room opened on showing how much there face pressed together. The door is slammed closed. He took that with a smile she felt, and that he possessively hugs around my waist. He adjusted her face for her. Only then he took control, guiding them into the room. Choosing to now be the gentleman to open the door for her, glint of arrogance. Smug smirk as he has her seated on her spot, showing he was the only puppeteering her.
"Red lake monster." The visitor of plastic body static monotone at the middle of German speaking the red hand group. As the standing few away from the sofa was those that distrusted the first set.
"You mustn't insult the real monsters of the world." She spoke gentle with lacing her voice to speaking this phrase four language ways.
This affected the room to silence, her husband coming back. Adjusting her posture like his personal rag doll. She lets him, knowing she isn't posturing the human body language to be 'human' enough to the room. This is actually something of a normal between them and it is misunderstood as some sort of couples thing. If he doesn't control her postures, she will over bend a joint and appear as something to be feared. The nightmare lord among the group however sees through this, the pale face blanks and black eyes manage to become narrows - in knowing that she is dangerous.
"Mr Evil sends his regards of peace." The leader of the red hand took out a dagger stabbing a corpse grey hand, the second it touched a surface. The fingers wiggled alive. The corpse part soon tapping its own words as a Clothus language. She takes out a tome from her arm flesh and began doing a few checks. Soon an edit, and the hand stills... dusted and pools the table surface. She returned the tome flesh back over herself.
"Tome keepers are such unique beings, tied to the book they guard. Not human after a while." The red hand leader explains this much to the room that wasn't ready for the jarring experience of watching flesh peeling into a book, "That was meant to be a sort of payment to keep us alive a while longer. To be here a little longer."
She closed her human sight and opens the spirit ones. She sees the threads the laces the fate and life that finished from the corpse and pours this payment over the people to tie for the goal the wish to reach. They will be able to survive past the event at least, even after they leave these time zones.
"This doesn't change the fate that the gods plan on you." She spoke in no emotional drama, "I am not a god myself, I do not have sway in the laws that mark when and where you go." She crossed arms against her husbands posing, "But you are given what you wanted, the time transferred. The same price and trade you have done with the death gods. The same curse that pays it is toll when it is time. A contract you made across many other time zones and other lands, thus being something that hasn't justice of the gods. It is why death marked the bloodline the way he did." She opens both sets of eyes, "They will not be pleased of such tainted mark from the abyss. They will make it their mission to smite such filth away. That is your choice."
"Yes, just a continued bending of laws they were weaponized into." Mr Evil in his pale child body, his shadow a blacken wolf man shrinking to respect her measure of being calm, "You know so much about these souls... You gave me their leash with all the attachments. To much over such toys, it doesn't make it fun anymore." She studies about the Lord nightmare in thinking about the way he exists and his situation. He got more then he wanted and it wasn't how he wished to handle them.
"I understand, but you will loose these lambs to the fire soon. You smell the coming cog event. You know there isn't avoiding the eclipse event company it. A event that is being schemed between world enders. All in order to stabilize the growing problems. The dream broader are non existent, and thus we lost many nightmare types and more souls due to this lacking. The event ahead fixes this. Putting a bone structure into puddle flesh." Mr Evil takes a long time in that way of words, she did her four way speaking thus there was many lacings. Words between words. He doesn't need to grasp it like she does but he respected that she was telling him how to survive. He grins very pleads that the lambs aren't a price for nothing, after all.
"Lady Marionette is throwing cake to the ants." Mr Evil's darkness purring, "You are going to the wrong London. You are breaking the order of events to play god?" his child body frowns deeply in that broken way.
"I am no divine being." She bared repeating.
"Divine isn't anything to do with the scheme you plan to over turn." Mr Evil stands, "I am not the only soul that is praying for your successes in repairing the damages. Za-go went to settle the throws of dying hells. They all are in blood in hope that you succussed." Mr Evil turned to stare over the SCP agent among, "You meddling humans prayer too, the 001... isn't she amazing in fake flesh."
The agent close the puppet eyes with loosing a moment of control. It rebooted back online with a little electric sparking. This gave everyone else time to whisper questions, given not everyone understands the SCP foundations cataloguing system. So not many folks knew about the lore around the mystery's around the top ten logged.
This also gave time for other to mutter about the rules of proxy lords - the nightmare lord domains. Take about what should happen between land owners and their proxy subjects. The confusion as there isn't what it seems between her and the mock corpse child. Mr Evil makes no corrections of any misinformation, as she didn't correct either. It was better to leave such lambs to shiver about darkness, exactly the way nature intents it to be. Mr Evil lifted to take hold of the cocktail in the decanter on the coffee table between, drinking poisons willingly to spike a little threat into those he has the leashes.
"Another life taken, out of play." She used only one voice and with only speaking to Mr Evil. He grins and settled.
"Proving my point." his glance to the folks that are being drained of their life in payment instead of his, "I like myself before I had them."
"They are going to be why you survive the coming." He frowns dark, "You don't want to see the other side of that storm, do you?"
"No..." He puts the drink down, "To someone else." She shurgs.
"Pass them over, leash and all to the next of kin. The transfer isn't impossible. If you are choosing to face fate forwards without this escape, give them to the someone that needs to see the other side of that storm." Mr Evil grins, "You have my word as the tome holder that transfer isn't going to be any string of games. I do not play in your territorial wars. I am no side. No pawn. Not a part of that board." He eased glad that she was a sensible being. That she didn't mean to saddle the problem lambs with any ruin of plan intent.
"Give them to the SCP." Mr evil says, "Give it to the graffiti walker." She sharpen in knowing what that meant. She soften a little in knowing her human face just made a broken shape. Her husband acted smart in body blocking that madness from the room. He grounded her into a deep passionate kiss that made her punch the arm of the seat. He cups her face with both hands in being very serious of warning her. She makes her physical shape calming again. He lifted her off the seat, only that he would be able to sit there and her at his lap. He hugged around her and leans staring back to the lot of humans and not humans.
"Well that is an interesting being to hand their leash to, it made me react with knowing pass trades. I am surprised Mr Evil. A being who has been around for so many centuries, longer then human laws. You hand over to a being from outside." She postures her left hand, "You intent to give the lambs to a soul eater like that... it has been hunting these soul grounds long before the tomes wrote life you came from." She tilts, "It must be a fear you created from the paint art of caves."
Mr Evil snapped shapes, his shadow the child and the beast seated with snarl. He takes back his control in taking deeply into her word of what that actually means. That the graffiti monster is just another version of nightmare lords in another world format. He back tracking his reactions in being afraid of her. That she trades with it. That she speaks to it, as if it was just another client of her merchant trading. He reverts back to swapping shapes again, playing with his over loose sleeve to hid the claw hands. He is a smart being, he knows his lines.
"My wish is still true." He gave voice.
"You said something about one the contained." The agent is trained to know when something that concerns the foundation is being alerted about. Being alert of the reactions that are being cleanly shown even if the language isn't cleanly translated to the rest of the room. The two dream powers of the room settles down, since the waking world and the spotlight is to much on them. She leans into her husbands chest with loosing interest with these smaller lambs. She lets him handle the conversation that he can censure better then her tongue does. That he can talk with being heard while if she did, it was always turned away as nonsense.
"When the last plant is transported from the Covent garden, it well be the count down to the great flames. As souls of the plants are not to be lost in the cog event that is to come, as loosing these plants will set back human history and cause a medical advancement to be lost. Playing with plant chemicals is a key advancement that the gods have chosen to save." He postures in showing small magic tricks and active powers of divine sparks to empowers the turth to settle in among humans, "While a population is about replace the souls being swapped. No one cheats death; no plant, bug, or creature to be missed. So when you take away a population of souls, the surrounding souls are paid instead. This is a balance. This is law." Her husband speaks up and is the information he chose to give them, "Many stand to fall in the great flames. A fire that will be burning for half a year. A flame that will not be quenched by any force. It is payment but it is to keep what is."
Those who know this as common as modern history lesson, not taking in that they are endanger of it. There is a set that didn't know this, it came to them like shattering glass. Only then when everyone felt that platforms of being on shared term.
"To accesses the false London; the place was always there just out of reach. Escape from the fractured zones." She softly laces in matching her husbands language, tone and bend of energy, "I have been making sure that my guests are accommodating to the rules. I made my trade of service. I have been preparing for my jobs and survival in such a place since. Especially knowing how the Unlondon is made of several versions of itself. " She rolls into the cold of the body that is her seat and needing the contact to settle more attachment to ground herself. In using the matched tone and energy meant she spent some of her own held reserve.
She stopped because she was taking inventory of what every was spent and from where it came from. She has her whole storage in her tome workshop inside her shadow powers and her powers as a monarch crown to a broken kingdom to undertakers. She has a whole warehouse full of spun cloth made by pulling energy into clothus cured materials. Materials she been saving up to repair souls with and other practical uses. Gladly she only used scrap bits and none of the needed materials for her plans. She been collecting energy over many lives. She closes up with letting her husband continue from her point.
"Arthur's time ended, and the war of the three began. The aftermath left a prince and his servant." Moving to a change of pace and not so lacing of divine heed, "The island fell under the sea, back under to the trenches that fragment surfaced from. Ending the only concentrated land of magic to be lost." her husband drags over to those he chosen to be allies with. A good thing to as they are the exact people she been dragging in her mark for this mission, "So there remains the end of the three tomes, and the mess you two have aligned..." inside the eyes surfaced the thing that her husband had dormant for a very long time, parts of his soul that were sleeping. Waking to when it was its time to be, "You are all turning into stone, loosing laws a slab of time space at a time. Meeting crawling monsters that devour such materials and see abyss without restraint." The allies meet those eyes strong, "You began to survive with escaping to the subspaces. You trained under the metal, hunters and monsters with no humanity. In sheer will, you found us. Although I suspect my dearest wife is at fault. She speaks like there is use and purpose in keeping you survivors. She tends to keep her promises but you are a small handful that I asked for and she never let go." he closes eyes brief, "So why these ones?"
"They are science excuse enough to prevent a black hole being made on a this earth." She whispers, "You have background checked them, took their threads into your hands with Omen's blessings. Guided them past events that should have took them." He looked down into her face, chin soon rubbed to the top of her head while she continues, "I guided them while you couldn't. To keep them until they do what was spent in Unlondon. It is their fate to go there and leave. In what conditions they will leave or which side they go." She rolls her forehead into his chest, "I am also a part. A piece that is fated to go. But there isn't good answer about me coming back." He grappled around her tighter with not liking that, "I will keep trying to follow in your shadows, like you been for me."
He eased a lot in that hitting the right places in so many things inside himself. That it just explained his hate, anger and his love protectiveness. Give the current times, his active body and the attached knowledge. He attached her closely to him because this life choose love over pain. She has slowly over her many fragments of lives, shown that she felt the same strange of hate and love that he did. Unlike him, she knew why without knowing what. He had the what without the why. Like a puzzle clicked in the right spot. He makes work with the resource of this lifetime, being a west minister governor and his active touch with the few remaining hidden mage villages. Being taken in, managed and settled to figured what that means to his new mission that ties to his soul and afterlife. It also meant a price to loosing his bride, someone that needs to stay at touching distance from him at all times.
"The last plant taking from the covet garden will be the August."
"And the fire is September 2nd." Among the red hand group that is still bound to Mr Evil. While Mr evil was mused to this strange danger that the human holding her was playing. Mr Evil was measuring the sins, old blood debts and plenty of other soul measures that a great dark nightmare reads from prey. Mr Evil soon shivered in seeing mirror of itself, that this human of divine hold of two raven gods was a different type of danger that matched that abyss freak. Mr Evil breaks away looked when it mattered. Omens noticed, and it was Omens to cast a very over protective energy to rid of the nightmare from this place. It will not work, Mr Evil is a Lord.
"People are being kidnapped using the coal shoots. It has been progressing a long time and increasing. And finally given a end date. We know what it is and why they do it." He waved a pane of sigil to stare at his undertaker notes.
"I have collected all the medical clippings of all those plants, and a team of people clipping the last few as they being transported out of here." Jessica soon spoke up in finding to be a woman with power in this conversation, "By tonight, I will have the last few. It will take time for those plants to travel outside of the fire. There is some that will be charred before making it. Some will be replaced in the future. A team will continue to find, add and look after the new garden." Josh hugged around her in being proud of her speaking up and showing that she should be an equal in this male world. The modren thinkers look perplexed of why it was an issue for Jess to speak. Well until the servant in the background looked like the world shattered, hearing a woman dare to speak in a sensitive affair.
"Leave." Leana hissed at the servant and they scamped fast. Shivering in closing that door and being plenty gone in a pace matching panic. This was the sort of thing that make modern thinkers look that more flummoxed.
"Women have no place beside men in this zone. No rights. Objects." Mr Evil explained, "The lady of the house is the highest respect a woman will have but they are just a object that manages a house." He throws them a bone in being met with old time laws, "Bunch of foreigners like you will never understand. A woman is her husbands prize. Not all couples are as love and equal as the masters of this puzzle house." He looked at Leana, "I want out of my ties."
She raised her right hand and took back the fate threads, sins and all the other parts that requires to hold these lives. Mr Evil stands, gave a smug low bow and he disappeared in a dimming of lights. Omens huffed like that was his victory. The ravens of Odin stare at Omen - that judgement coos among the birds. She eased into cuddling deeper into the lap hold, to the point of shut off with them and to nearly fall into sleeping. They spoke plans about how to get themselves into the path for Unlondon. It isn't going to be easy or simple.
"There are way to many races to make sense."
"The Oath hunter status takes everything into account." She huffed, "Not only it is access with the afterlife and the Sigil system. But it is a multiverse accesses to laws across all localized realms. Soul status is the most important measure." She softly makes more alert into the conversation, cutting the red hands from complicating the afterlife system, "It especially allows access into dangerous laws like those of the Clothus and the things that hunt them." She looked over at the red hand group, measuring each of the souls, "This matters because of what unlondon got itself connected too." She slides to the agent of the SCP foundation, "If only." She looked away, "Well you lot can use the older steam systems to get through, you need to patch with the terminal in the maintainer sleeper area. You might just then be able temporary status to walk the beggars streets. That be enough for us to check over the city limits. Might be tested several times with the locals but it be fine."
She lifted from her shadow a modern binding notebook with many hand draw graphite pencil sketches. It is everything the SCP agents will need to join in this operation and has every particular exact talk of what gear is needed and the dangers avoided. The red hands snatched it first and clearly the agent was on their side. They couldn't argue her details and exact information was so air tight. Not a part of it could be edited or changed. The gear details was so very clear, that it was obvious that she had her hands on the equipment herself and had even repaired it, improved it. She detailed about gear they didn't have access to because they didn't have the access allowance to use such SCP artifacts. She however gave them the clearance, a card slipped out from the notepad, clattered onto the floor at the groups feet. Eyes lowered at it, staring at such a high clearance card with shock. It was her ex-brother that slide back up to stare at her. He looked really at her and she made a pout of embarrassment. The siblings knew... and he really stares.
"You got to be kidding. That cant be for real." he voiced and she turned into her husband to hid more, "You managed into the SCP as a researcher, didn't you?"
"No." Her husband answered for her, "You should ask her why a Ketter class creature is allowed such freedoms?" She really hid on him.
"I guess she must have a personal code number and file in the systems." The agent isn't shocked, "We had since the red dawn been giving sentient foundation contained creatures more freedom among humans. Now that we are facing threats. It was better to use each other to stop bigger problems. We have already used up the all objects that only slowed the damage to the world. We used up the time travelling methods to loop back or prevent events." So this was the science side that the gods force used to reverse the tome damage in the go trials, "We sent off the plague doctor and other sentient beings to other time periods or eclipses for better environmental uses." the agent takes the notebook for themselves and reads this. There is a level of knowing she was the same or more in the know that the agent is, "Survival kit is very standard. The weapons are more for our physiological shielding. We have lost a lot of these objects in the suggestions to other missions." there was a flip over of the page and the shock. the book dropped to the floor. The slow staring over at her, the slow fear spiking and the machine sparking... then dead. the puppet body a pile of junk now. A grim came by, marks his pages and leaves. The red hands picked up the notebook and flip around to the next several pages from where the agent was. It was a page with a strange runic QR code.
"We have our own way." the red group takes the card and the notebook, "What are you going to do?"
"Go home." She replies, "I have my apartement and cursed collections to handle. You lot don't have the biometic accesses. You have to fetch the data to enter, duh."
"You still actually care about us." Joseph taking the notebook with flipping the information in depth, "You even took our health conditions in consideration." She makes herself smaller in hiding more. He smirks, "I get it." He takes charge of the red hands and they took the junk agent with. They leave the manor...
"And so, there leaves us." Daniel tuts.
"You won the bet." Josh forks over a note to Philip. Jessica back hands the two lads for always doing these betting games between. When the situation isn't suited for gambling over.
"So, we have adapted our blood. We have the biometic chips. You manage to sycnonis our souls to a exact mental level." He petting her back softly, "You awakened the ender titles to link with the hosts." He tilts to try looking at her face, "Is there something else needed to be done? Or are we able to go?" he pulls her to look at her lacking mask, the hole through into her skull. He still seems to know how to study where eyes should be and seem to read them, "Thats unless you got us ready, and now you have to do something." She settles into his arms and with putting a cup on his hand. She used his hand to drink that cup. She leans deeper. darken... and then...
"Puppet 993." a stranger huffed annoyed, "That old hag is a slippery soul." Closing the tome. They all watched her crumble into ashes across, "She knew the loop hole about how you have to be the one to kill her." The group sat in shock of her dying so easily, so openly and hung a deep soul shock over each.
"That isn't her true shape." Daniel figured, "Puppet... so she been using puppets." He stares deeply with looking at the skies from a window. Watching a clockwork pigeon soon spark and break. He stood up and picked up the corpse from the window sill, he brought to the group.
"She will come back when we need her most." casting to jar her ashes into a jar, and soon labels them accordingly. The time world around them blurs. A human world outcome of her falling to the poison she been studying under the slips. As her Husband, he had her cremated. In the grief, he sold the house and gave up the company. He lost ties to the London life he has.
He left out of London's great fire. He went willingly, following clock work strangers and animals. The group went following the clock work machines. They seemed to be the next coal shoot victims in the growing missing population leading up to the fire. This was the intent she lead them all along, even if she has to be separated for now.