Me and Natvoshka wander through the streets, while she continues telling me about several graphic and kinky examples disguised as convenient myths and legends from Takctoor, along direct reasons to join said institution, depicting she is truthfully interested in me, and my development.
Though it could be for political factors. Yet, her pride, and straightforward attitude, sway away this possibility.
{In a sense, Vosha is like me. She doesn't need to lie, and prefer to not do it. Or this is the impression i have of her. Additionally. The idea of receiving real education is actually appealing. But moving to another City is a big deal, and at the bare minimum, i'll requiere founds, further understanding of Loutharn's basic common sense, and get a grasp around the politics of the Houses…}.
Beside a bridge's side, lies a crowd of a thousand people or so. Among them is Ines, accompanied by two women with similar features to the Barking Bitch, but whose long straight hair is completely black.
Another familiar faces pops up, the Young Man from Trok'Gayian, and Esdren, who is still pretty, but not completely effeminate, nor looking like a Femboy. In fact, he is a feet taller than before, and much muscular, his broad shoulders stretching his blue combat gambeson.
{What the fuck happened to…}.
My curiosity becomes secondary as i sight a seasoned purple haired woman with orange eyes, and behind her is standing a short busty lady, Esdrana.
The confusion affects me, because this shouldn't be possible, unless they did an Exodus, or were two distinct people all along.
"We are in luck, Little Volttair. You couldn't choose between Odeal or Precept, you have what lies between them". Grunts Natvoshka, hinting the Enclosed Amalgam that appears in the bridge's pillar, creating a dark hollow passage in the dense material.
[ Match Amalgam ] [ Level 12 ]
[ Dilation ] [ 1 Hour to 9 ]
[ Duration ] [ 3 Hours ]
[ Requirements ]
[ 1 Embryon ]
[ 1 Subclass ]
[ Must be in a Triskelion of Trinities ]
Many people depart, complaining about the Requirements difficulty, dispersing to leave a crowd with less than 50 Individuals.
"Natvoshka. Aren't you one member short to participate?". Says the purple haired woman, who is presumably an Ethmeron.
"Wrong assumption, Esbeth. I'll take your Pretty Girl with me. We've cooperated on the Relativistic Portal. Besides, the same goes for «Ines» of The Iscandaris House, and i share a long lasting friendship with «Itzel»".
The three dog-eared women approach the scene, the one at the front greets Natvoshka, issuing an order to the group. "Arrange yourselves to integrate the Triskelion, we are delving into this Amalgam".
Gritted teeth are evident on Esbeth and the other dude besides Esdren, but everyone follows the mandate, allowing Esdrana to approach us. Remarking once more how much authority possess any Iscandaris.
Natvoshka pats my back, moving behind me as if she were my bodyguard. Itzel's ears twitch, not expecting this outcome, which provokes Esbeth to raise an eyebrow too, barely registering that i have the leading position to form one of the three Trinities confirming this Triskelion.
Esdrana places her left hand on her cleavage, extending her right arm to reach Natvoshka's, who rest her hand on my left shoulder. Meanwhile, Itzel, Esbeth, and I held the right forearm of the person to our left, forming a triangle with our limbs, and a whole Triskelion if we could observe us from above.
The distinct shades of our Emts interlace in a single light stream, flowing evenly towards the entrance, altering the darkness, making it less thick, so we can advance.
"Lead us, Little Volttair. The person with the highest Ordinance in any formation, should always be at the front".
"What a lucky, and lousy excuse to admire my back, Vosha".
"I prefer to observe the front, especially in action, Not So Little Volttair. Now move those cheeks, «Mchu»".
{I'm going to return her that sentence tenfold}.
Crossing the passage, I enter in a large triangular platform carpeted with dark green velvet, divided into smaller equilateral triangles.
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[ Horde ]
[ Match's Goal ]
[ Endure The Tide ]
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[ Quest ]
[ Rise 3 Natives To Environmental Peak ]
[ Maximum Level Disparity +2 ]
[ Maximum Disparity Gain ] [ 0 / 6 ]
[ +1200 ] [ Proficiency ]
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[ Survivor ]
[ Situational Subclass ]
[ Stay Alive ] [ 0 / 20 ]
[ +8 ] [ Vitality ]
[ +1 ] [ Mentality ]
[ +1 ] [ Radiance ]
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The divisions in the triangles rise up like barricades, separating us individually on the triangular tiles. The ground shakes and rumbles, followed by a flash of light that clads my silhouette with rustic caqui jeans, maple farmer boots, a white shirt, and a brown leather vest over my burgundy bodysuit.
{All i need to be a bandit is a hat with a revolver}.
Forthwith, a sensation of ascension, not different than an elevator going up. The ceiling is approaching, but a triangular hatch opens, letting me reach the surface.
I am in the middle of a rural cobbled square, where triangular designs are repeated in the surrounding wooden buildings.
Though the strangeness of the place is not constant, normal houses are seen further away. Yet, this is overshadowed by the people emerging from the plaza's tiles.
Which doesn't cause a reaction in the natives, most don't seem enthusiastic about our arrival.
{There's hardly any delegation, unlike the Relativistic Portal, where we were basically worshipped by our sole existence}.
A fat man with the air of being the Major of the settlement, is accompanied by a burly but short man that has an equally short mohawk of neon yellow hair.
Lastly, the third in the group is a woman with milky amber skin that has cow features, but is not close to become a full Minotaur.
She is carrying a blue folder and a pen, boldly touching the newcomers nose with her writing item, popping up an interface from every person, drawing momentarily the immaterial letters towards the folder, presumably copying the data.
[ Vurckair ]
[ Dispenser ] [ Level 0 / 24 ]
[ Progress ] [ 0 / 10 ]
{This is very good, and bad. Most people have 12 as Maximum Level. Only a handful have 24 as their limit. Like Enstor, the other Ethmeron. But i'm unique in the sense of needing double the amount of Progress to rise this fake Levels}.
{The Mirror Me really put it difficult for me. He better be struggling to get double the Experience, Proficiency and Progress required, just like i have to do…}.