Changing our formation, the Icy Doll stops her walk near the center of the Library hall, with Marckza and myself standing by her sides, acting as guards as the Landlady is a few steps behind us, holding tightly the bun of the Old Hag with a hand when using the other to threaten her with the stylish shotgun.
Similarly, the Blonde Young Man is escorted by the bulky fatty who is about 3.8 ters tall, and the second one guarding him, is a short beefy bald youngster that barely reaches the two and a half ters of height; The young albine man is behind them, holding the Receptionist harshly while threatening to cut her neck with his silver saber.
—Looks like we are in a stalemate...
Say the Blonde Young Man addressing to lead the conversation, disdainfully relegating the fact that the one in charge of our "Delegation" is obviously Marckza's female friend, The Snow Manikin Lady, who replies with a brazenness that almost made laugh.
—Indeed, is good to see the fact that you can comprehend this when having an intelligence so minuscule and even a poorer manliness to not match my gaze...
The Blonde Young Man is about 2.85 ters tall, while the Icy Doll has 4 ters of height.
Offended, he glares at the cold marble beauty standing to my right, giving her a look that almost forces to jump instantly to execute him on the spot, as it gives the sa vibe i felt in the Northern Front, a sensation I got the misfortune to experience from the "Assassin Stare" of Elite Troops and Commanders.
{So Farioth possess the prowess of firing beams of híper fast magenta energy from their pupils, and killing many compatriots who were unaware that this dangerous "Sniper Ammunition" could be fired from the eyes of our enemies}
—But is understandable, your inferior petite fra doesn't allow you to do better, i hope your "Friend" fit in a suitable category, and "No", i was not referring to the bald shorty at your left...
The Blonde Young Man eyes twitch in anger, sensing this, the albine young man steps up, dragging the Recepcionist with him.
"—She is important to you..."; Say the albine young man towards the Landlady, confident with his statent as he continues.
—The woman with you is important for , let's change hostages before engaging in a conversation, to settle this peacefully...
Accepting the deal, the Landlady delivers the Old Hag as the albine let go the Recepcionist.
With the change of leadership in the opposition, the dialogue quickly focuses on the topics at hand that are of our mutual concerns.
Specifically information about the Bismuthic Amalgamation, how to deal with it and the reason for the incessant need to block the doors as well as deactivate the Zöhår Do.
Their logical responses had no faults, and although clearly against it, the Receptionist gives in when the Landlady orders her to seal the Library and deactivate the Generator to save as much energy as possible.
{So not only they know each other, the Recepcionist truly respects and obey the orders of Queen Mireya, and if my intuition doesn't play tricks on , I would say that the young woman lived in the Guest House, that would explain her behavior}
With the talk over, each group separates into opposite sides of the Library hall; As we communicate what we have learned to the rest of our group while the Landlady's niece takes charge of treating the receptionist's wounds with the help of two first aid kits, one from Marckza, and the other from .
—*Sigh*, I can't believe what they said!... , You really think that this Bismuthic Mudrain is going to last for the rest of the week, or maybe even for longer?!.
The young man with a piece of tal in the temple of his head does not agree with what we have said, but it is irrelevant to think that the other group wants to give us false information.
Since they are locked up just like we are, and lying to us would only provoke a conflict that they clearly know they had absolute no chance of winning, especially now that the Old Hag is speaking with them about what I did to the group that attacked us before.
—It doesn't matter if is true, false, you want to believe it or not, "Jarren"...
Explain the Landlady with serious firmness.
—The Bismuthic Mudrain has been for a bit more than an hour and has already surpassed the seven ters and a half of height; In just a few hours more the Library will be completely buried by this tal, and according to the "Precept" of "Protocol", we still have at least 150 hours of this "Rain"...
Seeing this guy's refusal to understand the situation, I had to get up to do sothing more productive rather than making him comprehend our new reality; My action catches Marckza's attention, however, is Nisha who inquires about it with a jocking connotation.
—Why are you getting up?, Do you have a date with a secret lover or so place similar to go?.
—Not precisely, as i am going for whatever is in the snack machines as well as the drinks, in case it is not obvious enough, 150 hours trapped here ans we need food.
{Although I am very sure that in about 10 or 15 hours it should be doable to excavate the Bismuthic Amalgamation to create a network of tunnels that will allow us to reach other buildings that have been able to tolerate the initial rainfall}
"—I go with you..."; Said Nisha, as Marckza stands up as well.
{Is she jealous?, I know she was when the Icy Doll and grin to the other as Marckza didn't understood the why of our interaction}
—Two at the sa ti?, Impressive!...
Comnt mockingly the Snow Manikin Lady as she playfully shortens the distance between us.
—A Lucky One!, with "Playboy" tendencies and surely you are a "Stallion" too!, Can you keep going if a third one joins the party?, Or would you be too spent?.
Replaying truthfully doesn't shake her even a little bit; "—I don't know, I lack practical experience in that area of expertise, but i am confident on my stamina".
—Oh!, and have you any candidates for changing the forr and put to the test the latter?.
{Is she offering herself too?, And i was expecting that she would have a similar reaction to Itzxuria; Maybe being "Chaste" at my age is relatively normal from where she cos from}
—Several, but currently i am extrely biased for one...
—I see...
She says smirking, hinting with a barely concealed glance at the oblivious Marckza, to which I simply smiled with a slight nod.
Walking back to the Reception, i see the closed doors of the entrance, going towards the left corner of the room.
I am about to blast the glass of the snack machines with a sonic boom when Nisha interrupts .
—Wait, I always wanted to do this...
Her words are followed by taking the reception chair behind the desk, crashing it against the machine and shattering the cristal, giving us access to the content.
Looking back, I notice that the Receptionist has her wounds patched up, as her hand is extended, displaying a series of keys that probably open the vending machines.
—We should have ask her for them from the start...
Nisha's mocking tone is unable to hide the fact that she already knew that the Receptionist possessed the keys we need gor this, after all, she knows her from before the current event.
—This are the only snack machines?.
I inquire while grabbing the keys; My movent is so swift and fast that the Recepcionist is unable to react accordingly, jumping panicked as she does a few hurried steps back.
{So she is still scared, well, I guess it is understandable, not everyone has the ntal resilience to cope up with a difficult situation, much less an assault; Thought she stood up and maintain her conviction, even when she could simply concede to spare herself the painful punches}
—S-Sorry, your hand felt so soft and smooth that i didn't knew how to react...
{Wait, What?!, Is she insulting ?, because it doesn't seem like it}
The embarrassnt of the Recepcionist only intensifies as she can't withstand my gaze.
—Y-Yes...
Not comprehending i question the Recepcionist.
—"Yes", What?.
—T-The vending machines, this are the only ones...
Filling my backpack alongside Marckza's with food from the vending machines, we return to the section where our group is, noticing that the young man and the Landlady 's niece have already fallen asleep over the floor.
{I can guess that the adrenaline and the fear of dying is what kept them awake until now; Probably is the sa for the majority of people}
My thought is correct, as I see Nisha yawning just like Marckza.
—"Little Eslana", Queen Mireya, please rest assured, I will be on guarding duty to preserve your safety and oversee that nothing happens to any of you.
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