Chapter 49: Chapter 49: A Trinity Is Formed By Three, And A Triskelion With Nine Part 2 - First Day Of The Scholar Year Part 3.
Awkwardness permeates the Classroom.
The two arriving ladies don’t have a good relationship with N’Ïrk. Interrupting their placid chitchat and remaining in silence, observing the last Ignay’Thus with killing stares.
Å’Vría is bound to obey N’Ïrk by the rules of the Preppers Fraternity, so he has to do the same, hence, not executing her on the spot, a sentiment hasn’t go away, because she hasn’t apologized yet.
However, this tendency doesn’t apply directly to the haughty Mayrzzya, who despise snobbish people, and on her eyes, the young man is one of such bunch.
Nevertheless, her rank in the Fraternity is lower than N’Ïrk. Being a Buttoner when he obviously is a Harvester in the verge of becoming a Foreman.
But to Mayrzzya’s dismay, at least if she knew. Her position in the Fraternity is even below Niveilia, as the Busty Lady is a Bloomer with a bit more than halfway to become a Harvester.
Minutes pass, and other students enter in the Classroom, among them are present Dyll’Phá and Gagk’Xannia.
The Half Tarzön is not using a Sweaterdress, she has returned to employ her previous fashion style. Plaid plated brown mini-skirt, and black sports top.
Strangely, she is carrying N’Ïrk’s black leather jacket, placidly tied around her waist, just like she did after the race she had with her Ex Boyfriend in the park.
{My Lioness is not wearing the maroon choker, nor the harnesses, if not the black choker with aqua green that she was using when we met before starting our date}
One can never know how it will be their own reaction towards losing someone, until it happens.
What is worse, and objectively speaking, the young man had never owned anything. His Hometown wasn’t really his. He lived there because he couldn’t leave the place.
Then, he managed to escape during the attack by delving into the dangerous mines, crossing them by luck rather than skill.
When he reached the Outposts, he receive a lot, but wasn’t what he chose, just what it was rightfully necessary.
During that time, he literally remain unaware of his own wealth. It was after N’Ïrk obtained The Tyrant’s Grasp that he actually got his first personal item.
From that moment onwards, N’Ïrk started to amass his belongings, going a bit overboard during the shopping sprees in the Mall of Gould’Dïmïur’s City.
He sighs profoundly. The breakup really affected him, and he never took the time to deal with such situation, a mistake that comes from his own inexperience on the subject.
Quiet steps approach the couple’s desk, a lady of athletic toned silhouette wearing black gothic clothes that combine with her black tribal tattoos, but are highlighted with the amber yellow tone of her strange skin.
Her dermis is covered by a micro-layer of extra-fine and hyper-dense fur, giving her the bearing of a fierce feline. She is a Jaguaress, similar to the Tarzöns, is a Species integrated by females.
Without introduction, she takes the seat at N’Ïrk’s right, bouncing her large breasts, not losing her confident attitude when she glares at her two comrades.
Slit pupils surrounding orange feline irises, a colour present in the tips of her short black ashen hair. Sharp nose and plump black lips, without a doubt, Bräzzeya Brännerss is a hot chick, proud of her Tribal ancestry, even when she was raised in a more contemporary environment.
The Coordinator Lycaonia Riventh makes her appearance at the front of the Classroom.
Her hair is long and purple with red, serious blue eyes, nigh perfect white skin embraced with a dark green fitted formal suit, strict and detached attitude, doing a displeased grimace along a guttural murmur.
"Sixteen students of Fifty Four, every new bimester, the freshmen are more mediocre than the previous batch. Is that Wanton Wench of the Headmistress doing this on purpose?".
Another frown appears on Lycaonia, who makes a waving gesture with her left hand, dispelling from the door, the illusion and the perimeter to distort perception.
Several students enter right away, believing the passage had just been granted, puzzled to see people inside the Classroom, and appalled after sighting the Coordinator, hurrying their steps to not interrupt the lesson for longer.
Nevertheless, Lycaonia shakes her head and sighs with exasperation. The names on the chairs and desks are placed with Empiric Energy, those who are not versed in their use, cannot see the lines of text, sitting on places that do not correspond to them.
"If you’re not in your seat, get up". Orders the Coordinator, confusion fills the Classroom, and a male student rises his hand. "Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?".
The impertinent question is answered with a flick of Lycaonia’s hand, like if she were slapping the air, but striking the young man with an ethereal uppercut that sends him off from the chair, hitting the ceiling and bouncing to the wall before landing on the floor.
The cracking sounds were loud, he has more than a few bones broken. Several students are frozen in place, some stand up, others can’t stop their shiver, and just a handful are unfazed by the event.
Lycaonia emits a broad conical wave of Empiric Energy, most students are thrown back, hitting the desks behind them.
"My name is Lycaonia Riventh. I am your Coordinator. My job is to make sure you are not a hindrance for others when you enter in a Zone. First thing you should do, is to employ your Emeneld in an Active stance".
The command is direct, but the shock, minor injuries, fear, and incomprehension, cause lethargicness in the student’s reactions.
"Wasn’t i clear?".
Inquires sternly the Coordinator, ready to strike again with a wave of Emens.
The slender body of a young lady makes a great effort to lift herself from the floor, activating her Emeneld.
The golden film covering her silhouette provides her with th the ability to see the names on the furniture, spotting her rightful seat and moving to it.
The sudden decisiveness is imitated by others, and knowing what to do, they rapidly integrate their Trinities.
"Students. Today. I will taught you the basics of the Emeneld. Anyone without employing it actively. Or talking out of place, will be granted a kind warning from me, to refocus in the lesson".
Trembles and fearful gulps are quite the norm, The majority of students are terrified of the Coordinator. Stupidly thinking they will have the opportunity to complain about the mistreatment, to the Headmistress...