"My Mother..."; Naylyn’s voice trails off, as she enters in a deep thought about the Rogue Cadet’s has comnted.
After all, it is highly unlikely that Luryantey Feirllummatiouis, has learned about the interactions between Naylyn and Daphne, due to her own web of informants; Because she doesn’t has the economic prowess, or the connections to pull that stunt off.
Therefore, the truth is in the alternative, a solution that is easily seen by Khallyon, as his mind is not clouded by the grudges of the past "I know it doesn’t seem that the events you ntion are connected or related with the other, but none of them would have co to fruition if it were not for the intervention of the person, or people who rat out Naylyn".
The three Ladies are stupefied by the simple, yet doable deduction of Khallyon, forthwith, trying to recall who could have benefited from them not being together, which is a long list of devious and petty suspects.
Nevertheless, the Vixen Bombshell smiles with kindness and nostalgia, looking up to observe Khallyon’s heterochromic eyes.
Naíndra’s movent is swift and fast, standing from her crouching position to partially crawl over the Young Man’s body, leaning to kiss Khallyon’s lips.
* "Initial Kiss": 75 Proficiency *
* "Kisser": 125 Proficiency *
* Achievent Authentic Compatibility *
* 50,000 Proficiency *
* 150 Renown *
* 3 Levels *
§ ∆ # — Anchor — # ∆ §
An immaterial grey graphite rectangle appears between the two Cadets, dividing itself and flying to the respective left hand of each Youngster.
This doesn’t co out as a surprise for anyone, as every person present in the Central Lounge has experienced the even on their own, or simply observe it from afar, as it is the case of Doyann and Vannettzza.
"You haven’t changed"; Murmurs Naíndra as her forehead rests over Khallyon’s; The Rogue Cadet could have been confused about the comnt, but this doesn’t occur thanks to The Newly Appointed Headmistress Darcia, as she ntioned to Khallyon, about the Vixen Bombshell had already interacted with him in the past.
{Although, I can’t rember in which point of my life I et her, Naíndra is way too appealing and attractive for to simply forget about her, I am sure that even my oblivious past self, wouldn’t had miss her beauty...}
A known sound of static is followed by a loud squeal, reproducing a recording that it is not necessary or fitted for the current ti and overall situation in Tiaone "Good Morning Everyone..."; Says the masculine voice of the Ex Headmaster, Aaron Aldevor.
In turn, a confident Mature Woman speaks, sounding louder than the Man talking "An instrunt to record?, What a coward... , Students, Cadets and Recruits from My Academy, Our slumber has ended, a better future await for us, but first, we must remove those unworthy of this Institution, and Purge everyone who doesn’t belong here"...
{Why the Fuck is happening this right now?!, Shouldn’t be until tomorrow morning?!, What about the Darklings attack?, It has not happened thanks to Doyann...}
{Plus, the Continuum said events must have an order, So Why?!... , *Argh!*, That Bastard?!, *Argh!*, Focus Khallyon, what is happening is your own fault for believing in that thing that possibly is not the Real Countinuum...}
Khallyon anger is notorious, fixing the lower garnts of his attire as he commands with oppressive authority "Be ready to engage in Combat, use only [Åyûrïc Bucklers] to defend yourselves, I will take care of the [Åyûrïc Hurdles],[Åyûrïc Fields] are useless against the Students attacks, so don’t count on them as a reliable protection".
The Rogue Cadet does an epheral pause as he realizes a simple truth, they not only will be facing the Students, if not fighting against the Old Cadets and Old Recruits too.
{I don’t know how capable they are, but Tiaone follows most of its traditions and guidelines since this Academy was founded, that ans the Recruits are going to be tough to deal with, not to ntion their Instructors...}
Khallyon erects a Six Per Six Square [Åyûrïc Hurdle], the size is sufficiently large to cover one side of the Central Lounge, embedding the construction in the floor and repeating the process a few more tis in the following seconds, preparing himself to receive the dangerous Ammunitions employed by the people of the past.
"It is really necessary to be this defensive, Handso?"; Asks the Vixen Bombshell as the Privacy Barrier of the Central Lounge is suddenly deactivated; Not by Khallyon, if not by external interference.
Outside, in the Third Floor of the Cafeteria, there are several groups of different types of Anthropoids; They wear the sa kind of clothes, white uniforms, along handling a bend wand made of thick wood of a dark brown colour.
The design of the attires is easily recognized by the Cadets, as is the sa outfit that can be seen in several of the Old Paintings across the corridors of Tiaone.
However, they are not alone, as there is other Anthropoids that use the Old Dark Brown Uniform of Cadets, a similar design is seen in so of the Recruits, yet, they wear a beret that has the sa distinctive light blue of the bands on their arms.
"Bucklers and Hurdles"; Screams the group in the Central Lounge, warning their peers and giving to them so ti to defend themselves, as the people in the other Lounges weren’t aware of the threat.
"[Needleer]"; Is a word said at unison by the Students, Old Cadets and Old Recruits, shooting from their Wooden Wands a slim burgundy Ammunition.
The round is astonishing fast, surpassing the speed of sound, hovering over the Third’s Floor, and impacting rcilessly against the most slow and unprepared Cadets of Tiaone, perforating their bodies with grueso injuries that leaves consistent holes along tearing limbs apart across their path.
However, in this Tiline, the aggression is imdiately retorted back by the Cadets of Tiaone, which is especially true in the guarded group of the Central Lounge, as Mätzeniä, Naylyn, Yi’Onnaisse and Khallyon, are ready to throw at their enemies Explosive Dodecahedrons in parabolic trajectories...
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