Kiltering Mayhem

Walking around the corner of the Guest House and following the melodic voice of Marckza.

I rapidly observe her fit yet feminine figure, clad in a combat gear similar to mine, but different to the blue armored plates of my suit; The plates of her armor are a flag green tending to an emerald hue.

{She is so surreal!, I can't grasp my mind around why she thinks is not attractive, just look at those big juicy ass checks she carries around, *Mmm*, De-licious!, and I haven't had the pleasure of taste them yet!}

Trying to keep my focus on what is occuring in my surroundings; I notice a Young Woman with ice blue long straight hair.

Her eyes are cyan like mine, yet her porcelain skin is actual white, having a cold and detached expression, giving her the entire look of a manikin doll due to her incredible sensual silhouette.

Literally carved into a sexy sculpture of marble if it weren't for the measured breathing which emphasizes the fact that she is a living being and not an inanimate object.

"—T-Trektör?!." Stutter Marckza, clearly surprised by my new apparency.

Focusing my attention again on her, i realize something impressive, she is wearing small earrings that were not present when we dueled this late afternoon.

—That is correct "Little Eslana", I like the new jewelry, highlights the brightness of your emerald eyes.

"—Wow!, Good catch Mazza!; Said the"Icy Doll" with bewilderment and excitement as her eyes devour me with even less shame and care than Itzxuria did.

{Looks like she compensate her expressionless face with an outstanding intonation and inflexion on her voice}

—But you need to go quickly to an eye doctor too Mazza, this is the finest specimen i have seen since the interaction i had with the current Family Head of the Rïech'Möûönd a decade ago, "This Male" is not a "Hobo" by any stretch, in fact, "He" is just what the chiropractic recommended for me to get rid of all the accumulated stress after so many marriage propositions, They are so disgustingly annoying!.

Intrigued and confused i inquire "—Do you mean the Candidates or the Proposals?".

"—Both!"; She quickly reply, forcing Marckza to interrupt us.

—This is not the time for chitchatting!, we need to go inside of an "Incrusted Debris", is the best and the easiest option to take cover from this unprovoked attack.

The Icy Doll grins knowingly at me, and i can't avoid doing the same in response, because it seems that Marckza is jealous of our simple interaction and she is not aware of it, which is amusing for us.

Hurried steps are heard behind me, appearing the Landlady and "Nisha" along side some known tenants.

Something similar unfolds from the opposite side of the Guest House, appearing between the newcomers a familiar face slash the Cowardly Lad that scape the train cabinet and a 3.25 young man that resembles Marckza, just more lean, and both of them wearing some bandaids, they haven't heal their wounds entirely, and some bruises are still visible.

—An "Incrusted Debris" is dangerous, and more importantly, is not accessible for everyone cousin…

—Meríon, is right, and the closest one that is also safe is about 26 kilometers away in a straight line "Mazza"…

—Is "Attzzï'Yri" for you "Párrin", And I never said we where going to a "Secured" or "Supervised" "Incrusted Debris", and is evident that advancing more than 30 kilometers after sorting out the obstacles while being bombarded is a complete stupidity, i don't have suicidal thoughts nor the intention of dying without giving my best.

—Well said "Mazza"!, And just so you know "Meríon" and company, there is a recently discovered "Incrusted Debris" only 400 meters away, right "Mazza"?.

Comment the Icy Doll with bragging tone, challenging the Cowardly Lad with her way of calling Marckza.

The latter acknowledge the information but remains in place, clearly something is on her mind, differently to Marckza; The Icy Doll snorts dismissively as she starts walking towards the street.

—Are we going "Mazza"?, I even await for your "Boyfriend"… , Or you will be stupid this time too and follow the idiot idealist of your cousin once again?.

This occasion the statement of the Manikin Of Snow is firm and pungent, to an extent that makes twitch the eyebrow of Marckza's cousin, and burns with intense fury and shame the face of the Cowardly Lad.

Marckza doesn't respond with words, turning around her gorgeous body and closing the distance as she approaches me.

—Are you coming with me Trektör?.

The evenly pronounced words almost manage to mascaraed completely the shivering and tenseness of Marckza's voice, and my instincts are telling me that she is doing this solely due to what i said to her in the afternoon along with some intent of not wanting to repeat a mistake.

—You have a duty to fulfill as part of the "Ma'ájesh Family!…

Interrupts Marckza's cousin before my reply, i can see her conviction weaver on her eyes as she looks slightly to the ground, but my sight encounters her; The doubt and the struggle she was experiencing is squashed immediately as her pupils turn into slits.

{She has "Ascension Animal Affection", I suspect this, but seeing it is way better and far more exciting, maybe i have a thing for slit pupils}

—No Meríon…

Decisiveness sparkling on Marckza's eyes with a clear purpose, imposing her will by following her desires.

—Is "Your duty" along with "Her's", and I am exhausted of doing both jobs without the benefits but with all the responsibilities, good luck Meríon, you need that a lot…

{Ups, Looks like I unleash a Beast, and one with amazing Breast on top of that!}

—"Mazz!…"

Before the Cowardly Lad finishes the pronunciation, I strike him right in the mouth with a fast punch of my right hand, breaking his jaw and knocking down several of his teeth in a swift motion, sending him to the ground immediately.

—"The woman I love" was quite specific with the way you could address her, next time you disrespect her, your acquittances will need a vacuum cleaner to lift you out of the abstract paint you will become.

{Did i just said that I love her?!}

—You truly caught a good one Mazza!, he doesn't back away even from a "Krïegdörn".

{Wait… , What?!, For Fecketh sake!, I can't be related to such a coward weakling!, anybody, tell me i hear wrong!}

—Let's depart "Drïekvïer"…

Hearing Marckza saying my name gives me a surge of adrenaline that pumps up my blood flow, invigorating every cell in my body.

—Of course my love…

Advancing towards the street, Marckza and I go behind the Icy Doll, being followed by a couple of people, including "Nisha" and the Landlady.

The incessant flashes of light beams and the energetic explosions that occur right after cause a devastating effect across the flesh of those creatures traversing the night sky.

{How is possible that not even a single round has crashed by accident on the ground, and what about the damaged sections of both parties?}

Suddenly, those thoughts become completely irrelevant with the appearance of a luminous pattern on the ground made up of hexagons.

{I knew it!, I wasn't tripping!}

Unlike the ephemeral moment I saw this pattern after leaving the building where I took the "Talent" Test.

The tone emitted right now is a constant and blazing shade of violet that is quickly infiltrated by a dark blue hue, creating a new colour, an amalgamation that I observe previously in the Profession Room when i was touching the "Endodecodex".

The same threatening colour that provoked me goosebumps back then is right before me; The Bluish Purple, and the sensation incited by it hasn't subside in the slightest.

*Screech*

{What is that?!}

The horrific noise is so high pitched that i can feel the vibration resonating in my eardrums and coursing trough the rest of my body, causing uncontrollable spasms and shakes, threatening to send me to the ground when my knees seem to weave harshly for an instant.

*Protocol is fully reintegrated with Clarattoia*

The message floating in an interface of the same creepy bluish purple ends for good with the deafening screeching of before, bringing another factor to take into consideration as an androgynous and no sintetic voice starts to speak from everywhere while we are still being bombarded by unknown means.

*Inhabitants of Clarattoia, I am "PROTOCOL", Most of you have nothing to fear about me, I exist to offer some assistance and foothold against what is coming after this world…*

{Is that a threat?, Or a warning?}

—There, can you see it?.

The Icy Doll asks openly and everyone respond in an affirmative manner.

The "Incrusted Debris" is similar to the objects bombarding us, with an obvious difference; The mound of earth and rock conforming the entrance of a cavern, seems to have emerged from the ground instead of being crashed down like meteorites.

*Your Future is vastly uncertain; Although is still redeemable, even after the abomination your ancestors had committed; Since they have returned to suffer a worse fate alongside you because of their offense…*

{Ancestors?, I don't know my own parents!, And i genuinely prefer to forget about that coward being related to me on any way}