The days in Rüh'Angähd pass without incidents. Permitting the Combined Triquetra to start their way back to the «Bridge Zone».
But what was entire days for them, were re hours for the rest of the Platoon, a few minutes inside the yellow periter, and not even an instant in the rest of Dhägna'Hür.
Without mishaps on their track back. The Platoon notices the disappearance of the periters, partially freed.
Like Marshack stated, ti has returned to its intended course. However, the area beneath the periter remains inaccessible, making it impossible for N'Ïrk and his Floormates to who are now his Roommates, able to return to the Floor, hence, their personal bedrooms in the Deck.
{How strange. The Zones are fading away}
N'Ïrk can't help but feel sothing is missing, they didn't find a single Entropy Core, and from what he can see around, the other Platoons had no luck either.
{Why do i feel like this was just a test. Like if soone or sothing was trying to have a way to asure and assess accurately our capabilities. Am I imagining it?. Or am i just too paranoid after facing the Usurpers?}
Knowing that it makes no sense dwelling in the topic without additional information, N'Ïrk simply hints his companions to have a quick visit to the Mall.
They still lack sufficient resources, and is impossible to know if they will have to face another unforseen circumstance like the spontaneous apparition of another periter.
As expected, and despite being a facility that is underground, the subway is not out of service, heightening how deliberated it feels the unusual division that exists beneath the Intercultural Academy and its surrounding area.
{This is provoking my instincts to flare up, warning , almost like if sothing it's currently happening below the Academy. If so, «Who» or «What» wants to hide this hypothetical situation. Because everything else seems like an elaborate distraction}
Lost in his thoughts, N'Ïrk goes around the Mall, paying for whatever his companions desire to acquire.
The stores they visit are more variated than the firsts shopping sprees.
Yet, all the establishnts have a certain tendency. «Utility». Multipurpose clothes and footwear, even so attires that are blatantly regarded as «Combat Gear».
Nothing is excessively impressive, but it is not outdated or extrely inferior to what N'Ïrk has seen or had in the Outposts.
This goes for a few hours, until the young man sees a local that looks different to the others, since is not possible to observe what is inside.
However, the na of the place intrigues N'Ïrk. «Kinksters».
The Exterior is made of a beautiful pinkish tal with striking black edges that glow as if they were neon lights, standing out a lot more than the rest of the burgundy tonalities that are occasionally perceived solely under certain angular glances.
{Why i feel so in tune with this location?. I doubt is just for my Class Kinkmancer and the na of this store}
The foreign sensation invading N'Ïrk is irresistible, like the sweet and heavenly sing of a holy maiden, captivating the ears of the masses, and preventing them to quench their thirst in a desert, letting them know the oasis ahead is a re illusion.
Nevertheless. N'Ïrk doesn't have to withstand or foregone his curiosity. He is not a weak minded person. But there is no need to delay for longer the yearning for satisfaction.
He moves towards the store. Niveilia has a dim tremble the closer she is to the entrance, but a gentle pat on the coral hair of the Busty Lady, is sufficient to abolish the fear within her.
After crossing the door, the sensation of fulfilnt becos more intense, driving N'Ïrk and his feminine companions to a rare lullaby that relaxes them after the tenseness of the odd experiences they went through.
The interior is dark, predominating black and red wine tones accompanied by a dim pink fuchsia lighting. The shelves are filled with an indistinct variety of objects, not having a particular order.
"What a lovely sight. A Male surrounded by potential Mates".
The interest in the firm seasoned voice of a mature woman reverberates through the establishnt.
"Here in Kinksters. We love those of your kind and similar, rcenary… , Though i have a personal inclination for «Soldiers». They usually are really pent up due to the harsh difficulties of a real battlefield, and a nice extra incentive to de-stress themselves, is always a pleasure for , it gives a surge of pleasure to provide direct or absent assistance… , Please. Observe as much as you want, ans i genuinely hope all of you can obtain sothing useful from my humble abode…".
It doesn't take much for N'Ïrk and Evennette to sight directly to the camouflaged female.
*Mhm*. "You two are an interesting breed, «Black Scleras». The usual is that others need ti to find , just to still fail when they attempt to see . Or… , They quickly back away towards the exit".
The camouflage of the woman starts to dissipate, allowing Dyll'Phá, Káth'Dria, Niveilia, Indayra and Vluk'Shïan to glance at her.
The mature woman has a reddened opaque skin, several scars and old cuts are across her fit and shapely toned silhouette. Her hair is dark and short, almost like the mane of a lion, rather than actual hair. Even so, she has a pair of horns that make her look even taller.
Likewise, her vibrant orange eyes emphasize the grinning of her lips, revealing pointy fangs that are thicker compared to the rest of her teeth. Still, the the attire impressive, and undoubtedly eye catching, having a burning fire in the contours along a pronounced cleavage that doesn't leave to much for the imagination. Lastly, a few tal chains, with an arm bracelet, are put in place to remark her personal style.
"You don't seem too surprised by my appearance". Teasingly comnts the woman as she leans on the counter, her grinning intensifying with the glorious view in front of her, having a wild blast with the Kinks she is observing in every single one of her newest custors…
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