Passive day

Its hard to stop a version of your past from repeating its mistakes. Yet as I learned from the dusted ones, these impressions are what help grow a strong soul. There need a mix of harsh tough love and moment of good times. This is essential for the humans to stay sane through times of things beyond their control.

At least collecting the pocket watches will please the creeper called tick tock. A hybrid time eater whom is the embodiment of time being taken away to soon. Not as bad to be dealibg with then the dog with a skin missing off the face. The fluff of a time eater has been helpful with reporting where the god slayers are within dreamlands. A favour for a favour.

As always, the gods dislike my presence among humanity. Always will they send the god followers to annoy me. It doesn't matter if they knew my living side identity. They know already as gods do.

I pose in study over my weaker soul fragement, how rough he seemed from not sleeping all that well. He was not comfortable with being watched by the statue guardians of the god city keep. The same statues that I am inspired to recreate for the church of colours back at the mage Islands. Golem protectors of the roof has gargoyles do.

He has no blood traced for David to freak about. It has been semi safe within the storage pocket lately, so no harm over my living side been to much a tragedy. New shoes... because the last part were ate by the freak in Karen's room. I will have to deal with it while they are gone. Greg gets in the way often. Annoying.

Dragging my living body up surface from storage has never been any problem. Well, I had cut myself a few times on claws without meaning to. There was one time I had left a hand bruise across the shoulder which led to a previous foster family to take drastic therapist actions.

I can't help but feel uncomfortable around anyone acting 'normal'. How Karen and Rick are always doing their teeth at the same time to annoy each other more. How Greg will walk through me and look back at me in a glare, what a werid man. Always knows I am lingering about but voices insists of nonexistent.

At least David is nice about it, he would ask things and I am always glad to place lost object like keys by the front door mirror. Always getting a little to curious in asking about what he assumes as normal questions. Like what is like to not be needing to eat or drink. I do actually have to abid by laws of nature, hunger and thirst is shared with my weaker self.

The attic man is really quiet lately... I should make sure its OK. A damned like that can't be left unchecked. Weither they like it or not, I must make sure the soul conditions are stable.

"James... have you seen my text books?" I slip through connected shadows to stand at the mirror surface. I tilt in watching my living side thinking about the answer and passing a glance with David walking down behind him. David slides past to the kitchen helping Greg with the coffee maker.

I pose back with focusing on the mirror surface. Checking other worlds through reflective surfaces, an off realm dwellers spell to spy beyond their reach. In this case, I was inspecting the movement of the last known location of a god follower. The living sticking noses in worlds that don't concern them. God followers seem to keep being my business, with how often they dip to ignore laws. Or die in places they should not have.

"Stay safe out there." The tendrils fluster in zipping all their school bags tightly and insured that every was correctly placed. I may have played about with tidying up their collars for the school uniform. A habit of making the collar correct on others. Putting a dropped bus card back in her pocket. Seeing them off as David does from the kichten window facing out front.

"They started having administrators come in listing assets yesterday. Not enough of the community comes in to rake up for the building cost. It would have worked in city but this area to rural for the big place like the bingo site." David talking to Greg, stirring a coffee nervous as his hand couldnt put the spoon down steady. Flung to the floor instead. He picks it up with a sad glance to Greg.

"We are both in bad luck at the moment. Them puppet folks as so strict and demanding of doing everything by the book. I didn't even know that we had a guide book for field work." They both sigh at aggravated tones sharing each other's frustration of their days ahead.

Listing the amount of things they have paid and what needs paying. What would be left until work picks up for one them. Taking a pen to the finance book for tracking spending costs.

"Its a shame we can't ask the spirits to pay rent. It would be nice." David jokes softly as they leaned together with shuffled papers.

"From the types I seen around here. I only think two of them would pay us for exchange of souls. We can't afford soul sale." Greg being serious in what his talking about, "Then again... Pocket money for the kids keeps appearing. So we can't complain."

"So its not you giving James a tenner the other week?" Greg disagreeing. David tilts in thinking about and then sighing about a new subject, "We should tell them about why we fostered them. Whom we are and what we actually do. We haven't lied to them but it just feels wrong to hold secerts." Greg scuffing David's hair, a quick kiss and getting up from from the stacks of paper along the breakfast bar. Filing it into a iron cabinet by the open place living room area.

"I had a email from management about the kids." Trying to stay focused with papers, "They will do a raid soon... Jackie around the corner with them two tots also said that she was warned by the network. They will be taking all of us."

"Back to the island? But we are exiled."

"The inner island government and churches of color had us exiled. The outer wall faction is whom is taking us in. They have whole living apartments upstairs converted shopping centres. They really up the game these last 2 years." He took out a paper file with looking through, "Rick and Karen will be fine. They have guts and no blood connections."

"What do you mean?" David almost hugging his coffee like its the last thing he will have.

"I told you about something strange being spread around the network. That the inner circles of Mages are looking outwards. Like they are looking for someone. Now that they started funding the outer wall faction... And the whole fostering scheme being rolled out so quickly and smooth." David nods with checking the time. Cleans breakfast plates and mugs. The attic upstairs slamming open.

"Always when things are going uneasy, the house wants to be hyperactive." Greg taking the file with him upstairs, "Dont be late."

"I know." stares about each other. They shared a while longer with comfort, something to keep strong for the tough day ahead. Everyone needs their moment to be close through hardships. A sort of envy pales green over my face a moment, only for it to slip away in a soft remember. Washed away with content and respect, leaving the two lovers be.

Shadow torn to walk the paths between, to shyly watch the school grounds. Tracking my living self coping with the world he focused with. I would only interfere if there was need of me to gaurd his weak soul fragements from the unseen coexistence of monsters.

The sort of creatures that myth of fortune comes from. The angelic watchers or the demons tempting whispering. The occasional dead children whom lived to short and continue playing school in the afterlife. They can incidental possess him for their own pranks if I were not so protective of myself.

By the days end, I walked them home and listen to how they had already figured out about some of the issues they will be facing. That of their awareness of David losing his job and the recent echo of stressing on Greg's actions.

Into the evening they came up with their own ways of ploughing life. Not so wiser of whatever Greg's email about this network of agents thing.

It were around then that I had finally sorted out what the problem with attic man was. How he has been fighting Karen's fear these past few weeks. The creature creeper is getting to serious and to physical with its job as a fear. Such actions has me intervened just enough to hopefully settle... but I guess I am to wishful of these things.