Seeding Kinks

After returning to Dhägna'Hür, the Triquetra is about to leave the chamber. But before they can move out, Coordinator Lycaonia steps into the Fake Zone's room, accompanied with a team of nurses, paramedics and doctors.

"It's good to see you didn't tear each other apart". Says the Herzog to the Triquetra, snapping her fingers, and gesturing the medical staff to scan the Students.

"Their exposition to the «Violence Vengeance Virus» is marginal. Quarantine will not be necessary. But i recommend…".

"Thanks for the warning". Interrupts the Coordinator. "But as long as they don't transmute spontaneously. Your unfounded concerns are not required. Dismiss yourself".

The Doctor is not pleased with being looked down, but he doesn't retort back, is pointless, and Lycaonia is not like the average Professors or Coordinators in the Academy.

The medical personnel leaves the room, and Lycaonia locks the door, erecting an additional isolation barrier around the walls.

"Tell me what happened there. In detail. I personally checked the parameters to ensure you were safe. Fortunately. All of you are unharmed. But there was no Violence Vengeance Virus in this Fake Zone".

"It wasn't a Fake Zone. It was something else. The sky was real, and there was no border". Informs Da'Heyliá, causing the Coordinator to rise an eyebrow. The Herzog wasn't expecting such affirmations.

"I see…". Lycaonia is silent for a moment, observing the students. "It seems that someone wants to eliminate one or more of you. Did any of you stumbled onto this realization?. If so. Who are the targets?".

{How does she knows?. Is that obvious. Or she has been in a similar situation?}

Mayrzzya and Otzzana take a step forward, being the Ma'ajesh who talks on behalf of the Baroness. "We think it's us. Probably the revenge of a Bastard. Or the crazy jealous of he's possessive fiancee".

"How annoying…". Murmurs Lycaonia before giving her veredict. "I will omit further trips into Fake Zones. So be prepared. I'll send you to small Zones randomly. Those can't be tampered…".

The Coordinator deactivates the isolation barrier, amd everyone returns to the Classroom 2-06, as there are still five hours for the day's lesson, resuming with her teaching.

"Students. I understand that many of you have concerns and complains about the formation methods i employ. But you also need to consider your learning performance. Student Sandro. You have already been in two Fake Zones. What obstacles have you encountered?".

The burly young man has no shirt, because the garment is tied around his feet.

"Coordinator. Before the creatures. The environment itself is the biggest threat i have encountered, along the way the weather treats our attires".

{That is kinda obvious, where did he go?}

"Yesterday, my clothes were not suitable for walking through a muddy swamp. My shoes were destroyed, it's my fault for thinking the Intercultural Academy's schedule would be like the Training College i studied in. But there, at no point, i was taught anything about the equipment i should be wearing".

{Really?!. That is basically the first thing the people in the Outposts talk about}

"The Emeneld does not protect our outfit unless we are at risk, and today, i entered a Fake Zone with a rather heated ground".

Sandro lifts and shows that the soles of his boots were smoldered and deformed. "I don't know about what should be equipping with, in order to be functional. So. I learned that i don't know as much as i believed".

Lycaonia claps her hands. "Correct Student Sandro. This is something theory would had never tell you. Only through practice, and real life experience, all of you will understand the whole picture…".

The slender hand of a noble lady of the Seirrioth is rised, and Lycaonia gives her permission to talk.

"Are you saying that the knowledge of my ancestors is incorrect?".

"Student Sunniva. The Tales of your Family, The Flaremare, are always exaggerated. In fact. You probably are not even aware that you don't come from a «Pure Bloodline». But that is irrelevant to the current topic. The real problem here, it is not the knowledge. But «Yourselves». One thing it's to read about how an ancestor bravely fought a beast, and another very different situation, is to face an aberrant monster".

Lycaonia has a nostalgic gaze, and smirks to herself. "In my youthful days. I was in worse shape than most of you. The Riventh have an extensive library of their adventures. I read every book in there before i reach sixteen years…".

"When i entered in the Intercultural Academy near my Family's City. Coordinators didn't exist. Only Professors, and they lack direct contact with the reality inside of a Zone. I learned this in my First Trip. However. We didn't delve into a Zone. It was a «Deformed Amalgamation»…".

N'Ïrk's mood darkens, and Káth'Dria is not too different, even when she is gazing the young man who saved her life.

"I know not many of you are familiar with this term, and you shouldn't be… , Zones are places that you can enter and exit at any given moment, regardless of the time difference. That is why a Scout is sent. It determines the threat level based on the difficulty of the enemies near the entrance, then they come back and provide the gathered intel…".

"But this approach doesn't work on the majority of Deformed Amalgamations. While their trend is not different. They have more than one entrance, because they are made with more than one Zone. Whenever they intersect, they merge, giving birth to the most unpleasant and disgusting aberrations you cannot even conceive in your wildest delirious dreams…".

"The Zones are a threat. One that doesn't receive the importance that is required. And if you underestimate them, or overestimate yourselves, you will die at best. Believe me when I say that dying is preferable to what some Aberrations might do to you. So those who die in my lessons, at least they didn't suffer too much…".

"All of you are free to file a complaint with the Headmistress. So if you don't like my methods. I suggest you change your groups. Or better yet, request a recommendation letter from the Intercultural Academy. It may or may not be granted to you. Because tomorrow. I will take all of you to an area filled with Zones. It is on the west exit of the city, so wrap up in warmth comfortable clothes… , That is all for today. Class dismissed"…