The attendant at the reception is a middle-aged ebony woman, clad in white leather and a dark scalemail. Her turquoise hair is long and wavy, with a lot of added volume, like her curvaceous figure.
{The coral glow in her irises reminds me of Seinnissia, and the hair is like Bridgette's}.
Despite Natvoshka's presence, the woman portrays confidence out of her every motion, an attitude understandable, as Takctoor's administration must had sent a person who can match the support and reputation, Vosha possess as a Nydrikoff.
{It really seems like Takctoor's aim is straight and devoid of any «Absolute bias». Which almost feels like Azthea…}.
"Young Gentleman. My Name is «Saavedra Kerran Gydllurn»".
{Wow. It's the first time i'm hearing someone with two Surnames…}.
"Please. Check the list behind me, and inform about the accessories you don't possess".
The laminated poster displays several items i've acquired during my time in Loutharn, and on other worlds. Which includes the Delver's Badge, and the Score Counter.
There are also other factors to consider, such as the Embryons, Subclasses, and Gifts.
The receptionist works diligently, analyzing all the information i provide, creating a schedule with various lessons and i should be aware of, to enhance my existing skills, and develope them further.
This list also comes with the Library's Credential, and the Identification Card as Rookie Cadet of Takctoor. Absorbing them with my burgundy bodysuit, what grants me access to an ethereal map to navigate this gigantic facility, filled with multiple upper and lower floors.
Nevertheless, what caughts my curiosity, are the other passages and conduits that are hidden at first glance.
Some of these are probably dependant on supernatural abilities, since i'm still new to take full advantage of the thermal and sonorous visions provided by Kinetic Domination.
"Young Gentleman of the House of Vecturion. I know your family is quite wealthy, but i ask you to refrain from making unnecessary dealings with third parties. Here on Takctoor, Crowns are worthless. What we use, are «Credits». Mostly obtained through merits…".
{What a subtle way of warning me about not falling for scams}.
"The «Rating» is encompassed under a weekly criteria. This includes free accommodation in certain Academy rooms, as well as fixed amounts of Credits, based on your overall performance…".
{So it's better to work alone rather than on a Team?. Perhaps it depends on the place we delve into. Worlds and Amalgams are too different to do them alone. Probably that is why the Precepted Amalgams are not sought, even by someone like Natvoshka}.
"However, as a new member of the Academy, and a Pure Scion from a House. You will receive an initial stipend of 625 Credits. With a weekly allowance of 75 Credits. Please have in mind that your Score will not be granted as Credits on Daily basis, but only at midnight of every Twelve Day in the Calendar of Loutharn. Don't confuse it with Clamour's Calendar, and Refrain from spending credits excessively".
"There's anything else i should be aware of?".
"That is correct, Young Gentleman. Your schedule has already been decided. But is up to you to follow this plan or do a new one. Beware, the Lectures and Lessons selected by me, are the most suited for the data you had provided me. Including your short time in Loutharn, the inexperience using the Emts, and so on…".
{How efficient}.
"Of course, you're not obligated to attend any of these classes. It's simply my sincere recommendation for your most optimal development. The credential will remind you of your schedule if you wish, showing you the way to the locations. While Takctoor is an Academy, we don't consider grades a factor in determining a Cadet's Prowess. The most relevant factor, is how fitted and prepared, are you, to face the dangers existing in Loutharn and many other worlds. It would be pointless to give you a «Perfect Grade», if upon leaving the Academy, you drown because you never learned to swim.
{What a graphic and specific example. It must be something that actually happened}.
"In that case, explain to me, «How is the degree, or graduation achieved?»".
"That is not attainable. «Nobody ever graduates from learning, we just decide to stop, or give up». Young Gentleman. «Freedom And Awareness» are concepts the Great Founder «Khallyon Cravemeneer», always cherished, and loved to preach about, emphasizing the importance of instincts over labels. You won't always know what you're up against, and being fooled by a title is a mistake that can end anyone's life…".
{That's correct. Many «Elite Soldiers» and «Special Forces Operators» died in Fettiyio because they believed it was just a dumping ground full of petty criminals, malnourished junkies and homeless psychos. Damn Fucking Fettiyio!. If demons exist, knowing what lied ahead, even they wouldn't dare to step there…}.
"Ultimately. We are Mortals, not everything is under our control, and for difficult it may to avow, most of the time, we have no clue or plan ready, we simply adapt as we go, fooling ourselves with the «Right Path» every step we make…".
{Sounds like she went through an event that leave her no choice but to accept the outcome}.
"Young Gentleman, don't be cocky on your «Aptitude Test». Things in Takctoor are not like the Lyceum's passages. If you can't advance alone. I'll recommend you to not be prideful and join a group".
"Noted, and Engraved. I appreciate the sentiment, and the wise warning".
Moving through to the adjacent corridor, i enter in a wide vertical duct in the wall.
These paths are like elevators, obviously lacking the compartment expected in a structure of this type.
However, in this conduit, the Emts flow with a greater intensity, allowing me to have a somehow controlled but inconsistent descent.
{It's completely different from being in zero gravity. My own mood and attitude can divert my entire direction…}.
Bumping regularly against the sides, brings a grinning smile to Natvoshka's face.
"You adapt very quickly, Little Volttair. If i didn't know you, i'd think you were an expert at using Emts". She snorts amusedly, even when her compliment comes with lingering awe.
"There's no need to be condescending, Vosha. I'm aware of how little i can utilize the Emts. Let alone manipulate them. If i don't control myself it could cause damage around me. «How can you and Girlande heal, when i just scorch everything?»"…