While Vörnea and Hát’Thöry continue in their stupefied stupor, N’Ïrk experiences a light epiphany.
{Fight for my love. It’s easier say it than making this possible. But Gagk’Xannia fell in love with once. I can do it again. Although i don’t know how affected she will be by her current state, this «Post-Virginal Negative Imprinting» may had tempered with her thought process, after all, i was evaporated from her mory. But it is really this the case, or do i have an alternative to reconnect with My Lioness?}
"Why are you obstructing the entrance?".
Questions Hayden Rafner, a slim young lady with brown hair tied lowly, glasses on her yellow eyes, not occulting her haughty smartass attitude, doing a displeased grimace towards the two curvaceous females, unaware of Norlan standing right passing the door’s fra.
Noticing her mistake, Hayden does a polite bow. "Good Morning, Foreman Norlan".
"Good Morning, Harvester Hayden". Replies Norlan kindly, noticing his own slip. *Oh!*. "Harvester N’Ïrk, refer to «Her» by the label of «Bloor Hayden». In the eyes of others, her brother is the Harvester, not her".
"Understood, Foreman Norlan".
"Good. I know you wouldn’t reveal a secret. Or am i mistaken Vörnea?".
The gentle question is an intimidating threat, Hát’Thöry steps in front of her friend, shielding Vörnea from the passive Empiric Energy liberated by Norlan.
The invisible pressure is omnidirectional, hitting Hayden and N’Ïrk too, both are protected by their respective Enelds, yet, Vörnea is the only one affected, grunting slightly, forcing Hát’Thöry to unleash a wave of pressure to counter part of Norlan’s wordlessly statent.
{I see. My intuition wasn’t wrong. Hát’Thöry can defeat Norlan. But she cannot effectively protect others from the Foreman. More importantly, she would hesitate on killing another person. Norlan would obliterate his target. We are not different on this regard}
"I don’t understand what i heard". Murmurs Vörnea, amusing the Foreman "Intelligent, and it’s not really relevant. Because Hayden’s plot is going to collapse, so i will tell you this, search soone else to occult how much better you are in comparison to your brother".
The warning is understood by Hayden, who widend her eyes, gritting her teeth at the upcoming friction that will occur between her, and her brother.
Other individuals arrive at the conference room, sitting on the couches, only Norlan, Hát’Thöry and N’Ïrk are near the table.
{Are there enough Harvesters to use all the ergonomic chairs?}
The young man’s doubt is answered by the incredulous gasps of the Bloors on the couches, astonished by the presence of Norlan’s Fiancee, and one of the Executive Directors of the neighboring building, the Wreck-Zones Fraternity.
Myrrha Ma’ájesh is the gorgeous incarnation of a fierce goddess. Her dark chocolate hair has lovely curls with light green tips and underhair. The athletic feminine silhouette, doesn’t lose or exaggerates her natural curves, perfectly balanced and aesthetic with her height and overall fra.
The ti of the reunion is approaching, and the last integrants to arrive at the scene, are the leaders of minor Fraternities that do not et the mbers requirents, or lack the financial resources to continue supporting the necessities of their headquarters.
"Thank you all for coming so early. I know that most of you do not get up at this ti of the morning, or are very stressed about the future of your Fraternities...".
"How eloquent you are, Norlan". Interrupts Kûrjhainne Tapferkeit, a wild confident, hardened lady, tampered in the heated and ever-changing fray of battle. Who has a savage blonde mane and pink reptile eyes, yawning with slight disrespect and contempt.
"If it weren’t for Myrrha. I wouldn’t even wake up to co here". *Yawn*. "She said you have a way to entertain my boredom. Don’t make waste my ti. I’m already fed up with the crappy zones filled with weaklings, sprouting pests around the city, or even in the surrounding areas between counties".
"I will address the subject later, but don’t sleep, Executive Directive Kûrjhainne. First let’s skip the pleasantries, and allow to be rudely blunt with all of you. I am aware of the future dissolution of your Fraternities...".
Kûrjhainne is astonished, looking at Myrrha with confusion. She may complain about the level of her opponents, but she doesn’t slack off, acquiring Coins as fast as she can.
Norlan’s Fiancee just puts a nervous guilty smile, not many knew about their leader’s decision.
Even an ex mber of the Wreck-Zones Fraternity, and close acquittance, like Vörnea, is taken aback. Seeing when Myrrha tilts her head towards her future husband, hinting her two friends to listen with the most attention they can muster.
"I understand all of you do a lot, but it is not enough. The previous leaders of your Fraternities kept piling up the debt, because they preferred to lease the land instead of buying it. That added to the daily necessities and utilitarian expenses of your activities, has made most of your Fraternities completely unsustainable".
{So this is why the reunion was accelerated}
"This let a few couple of options for you. Get a Sponsor, in the form of a Rich Heiress or Scion. Which didn’t happened to any of you during the Fraternities Expo of yesterday. And that has leaned the balance towards dissolve your Fraternities, or be absorbed by another Fraternity that is willing, and able to pay the debt...".
The leaders are silent, they have no ans to answer, deny or conceal Norlan’s claims.
"We want to expand. That is no secret, is a rumor whispered by everyone, and gossips always spread fast. Which let know about a few of you, and allow to be aware of the rest. I understand the situation, and your hesitation. I will deal with the debt, so erase that burden from your minds".
"What about our activities?".
"You can do most of them in our grounds or facilities, but that will entail you to follow the Preppers Fraternity alienation, motto and stigma. All of them are a must, from you, and from all the mbers who accept to join us, if you don’t want to accept, leave right now. But those who will remain, are going to be anchored to our Fraternity. Or depart later, but with your feet going out first. If there is anything left of any of you, as i do not tolerate traitors". Norlan signals the door. "There is the exit, for those who want to go now"...
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