{How does Bverxkka know my name?. It is because of this item, «The Endodecodex»?}
N'Ïrk thought is incorrect. Yet, he observes patiently and waits for every member of is Triquetra to receive and devolve the so called Endodecodex. Returning the object back to Bverxkka, and him does the same by giving the item to the Coordinator Lycaonia.
"I suppose is late to ask. But. What was that for?". Inquires N'Ïrk, receiving a fast and meticulous answer from Bverxkka.
"To Encode and Decode your interface along with your colleagues. Allowing a protection by intertwining our Frequencies so there is no temporal mismatch upon entering in the Zone…".
{*Oh!*. So that is why the rule of «Enter together» comes from!. To reduce time disparity while delving into Zones. But this Endodecodex prevents such step. That would is kinda nice}
"Is that all Bverxkka?".
"No. N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus. The other function is to unlock data from your Interface. And omitting the Headmistress Ganeira Marriott, the Coordinator Lycaonia Riventh, Nouy'Zula Rïvaldï, and myself, The Absolute Apex of the Hûrngöth, Marshack Reiker Bverxkka. No one else should be able to observe your Status Window, unless you allow them to see the content. Similarly. The Interfaces of the members in your Triquetra, can be observed only by you".
{So that is the Encoding and Decoding part, not bad i guess}
"Enough explanations Bverxkka!. Let's begin with the introduction so we can depart already!". Demands Nouy'Zula with her feisty attitude. Showing her interface and sending a surge of Empiric Energy that reaches every person in the Platoon without damaging anyone.
Nouy'Zula Rïvaldï
Empiric Energy • [ 21 / 33 ] [ +6/H ]
Class • Conqueress (Crown Princess)
Level [ 0 / 6 ] • Growth • [ 0 / 25 ]
[ DF • 020 ] [ EF • 030 ]
[ PF • 012 ] [ MF • 012 ]
[ CF • 025 ] [ AF • 026 ]
Dominant Submissiveness • [ 0 / 10 ]
Blut Savage Care • [ 0 / 10 ]
Immersive Impersonation • [ 0 / 10 ]
"Preposterous!". Nouy'Zula exclaims with angered shame. "What is this nonsense?!".
"Well. Everyone has his own tastes". Teases N'Ïrk, but Nouy'Zula sways the comment away. "Not those ludicrous and fallacious lines of text Poor Peasant!. My Fortitudes!. They are menial!".
{I guess she is referring to those numbers with letters. But the Headmistress spoke in the hundreds. *Oh*. I see the problem. Our Storage Capacity isn't the only parameter that was reduced}
"It was to be expected". Acknowledges Bverxkka. "Otherwise, the Headmistress wouldn't had insisted on testing everyone".
*Argh!*. Don't stand still, it's your turn".
"Indeed". Agrees Bverxkka, showing his Interface, leaving Nouy'Zula stupefied, and N'Ïrk would be in the same boat if he knew the full implications of what he is seeing.
Marshack (Reiker) Bverxkka
Empiric Energy • [ 7,488 / 7,500 ] [ +13/H ]
Class • CEEPP (Absolute Sovereign)
Level [ 0 / 1,500 ] • Growth • [ 0 / 25 ]
[ DF • 095 ] [ EF • 065 ]
[ PF • 085 ] [ MF • 085 ]
[ CF • 85 ] [ AF • 085 ]
Profane Ravenousness • [ 0 / 10 ]
Authentic Lovey Dovey • [ 0 / 10 ]
Genuine Truthfulness • [ 0 / 10 ]
"I suppose this makes me the next one".
N'Ïrk Ignay'Thus
Empiric Energy • [ 10 / 22 ] [ +2/H ]
Class • Kinkmancer
Level [ 0 / 4 ] • Growth • [ 0 / 25 ]
[ DF • 035 ] [ EF • 010 ]
[ PF • 035 ] [ MF • 035 ]
[ CF • 020 ] [ AF • 020 ]
Oppressiveness • [ 0 / 10 ]
Tender Ferality • [ 0 / 10 ]
Immersive Impersonation • [ 0 / 10 ]
"No way!". Exclaims Nouy'Zula displeased, seeing N'Ïrk has a total score of 155 Fortitudes, which thirty points above of what she possess. Which has given to her a harder hit, than Bverxkka's disturbingly high stats with a total of 500 Fortitudes. When 300 Fortitudes is the maximum possible, and that is taking into account the diminishment.
"No way!". Nouy'Zula repeats, her disbelief only as elevated as her anger. "No way a Poor Peasant like you can do more than me".
"Perhaps is because i am not a Poor Peasant, Whining Wench!". Retorts N'Ïrk while throwing a pouch with White Coins at Nouy'Zula's face.
The golden layer of the Emeneld protects the lady's nose from the impact, spilling the White Coins. Which flares up the damsel's rage, though, it is not for the implicit insult, if not because of the income employed.
"Preposterous!. Don't call me like that POOR PEASANT!. You couldn't buy a second of my time with this pesky colorless Coins!".
Nouy'Zula stares threateningly at N'Ïrk, launching a laced pouch to the young man.
One of The Tyrant's Grasp barriers appears in the way ans Gold Coins fall to the ground.
"You call them Pesky colorless Coins, and you throw me a handful of what my Family used to buy candies". To the beat of his words, N'Ïrk hurdles another pocket but with Platinum Coins.
This time Nouy'Zula intercepts mid air the object, raising an eyebrow at the content. "I take back a part of what i said earlier. You actually have enough to pay for a second of my time". And with that sentence, she throws out a purse with Aqua Green metal circles, containing Orichalcum Coins.
So N'Ïrk responds back with another pouch with, Ungio Coins, a precious dark green metal.
"Okay you two. Is enough". Intervenes the Coordinator Lycaonia. "We understand that everyone else is a bunch of «Brokies» before any of you two. But you are running late".
"Indeed". Agrees Bverxkka, snapping the two opposite thumbs of his left hand, lifting with telekinesis the mess of Coins, sorting them out, and retrieving them to their respective owner.
The Coordinator Lycaonia sighs and shakes her head. Spoiled brats are not of her liking, especially flaunting their undeserved wealth, though in this case. Both youngsters acquired rightfully at least a fifth of their bank account.
"And Student Bverxkka. Don't be too idle or distant with your interactions".
"Why?". Questions Bverxkka, causing another sigh in Lycaonia. "And you even have to ask?". *Sigh*. To prevent conflicts and ensure mutual cooperation".
Bverxkka tilts his head imitating a confused pose and expression, as he didn't saw a problem with the previous «Altercation» between N'Ïrk and Nouy'Zula, and the motive is quite simple. "I don't understand Coordinator Lycaonia. Why should i had disturbed the magnificent moment when two Lovers started to bond so beautifully?".
Embarrassment and fury ignites in the pretty face of Nouy'Zula. "Are you delusional Bverxkka?!". She screams resolutely. "I'll Ne…".
Her statement is cut short. Marshack's large hand covers the lady's mouth, shutting her while effortlessly lifting her from the ground.
"Nouy'Zula Rïvaldï. You should refrain yourself from ever pronounce the phrase you intended to say. Or you'll regret it direly for the rest of your short life"…