Four empty beds are present in the chamber, the area is spacious enough to have a private shower, along a nice terrace that could been mistaken for a simple balcony.
Vurckair leaves the suitcase under one of the beds close to the terrace.
Sunlight rises up in the horizon, so he steps out of the room, sitting on the railing's edge, reading the Journal's content while practicing Flow Magic to employ Nodes.
Not needing to use Magic, it is not the same as not having it available; And in a world where everyone possesses it, it's absurd to not achieve mastery over such gift.
{How beautiful this sunrise is. Truly fitting for a new dusk in my life. Though it's gonna be tough to adapt to this silence; Everything is so quiet…}
{Wait… Doesn't that show how dedicated Instructor Mäwller is?. Waking up so early in the morning, just to ensure her subjects don't receive a bad treatment from others}
In the distance, the silhouette of an athletic girl with lavender hair can be seen.
Her prominent physical attributes are bewitching, emphasizing her well-toned body frame; Highlighted with her burgundy sport outfit, constituted of a top, shorts, and fingerless gloves.
{I guess no matter the world, there will always be Joggers, and Try-hards around, haha; It's her eleventh lap already, and she hasn't reduced her running speed once…}
Noise comes from behind; The door has been opened, and the person responsible is a handsome young man with dark gray hair and blue eyes.
"Oh!. Good morning. I didn't thought anyone would get here before me." He leaves his luggage on the bed closest to the shower.
"My name is Yacron. A transferee from the Port City of Yolia. I know we are in a team only for this week, and it may sound like empty words, but you can count with me."
Yacron presses his finger in the air; Popping up a translucent sentence in front of Vurckair.
– Yacron's Friend Request – [ A ] [ R ]
{I suppose the letters in the boxes mean, Accept or Reject}
He agrees. "I'm Vurckair, and i will not take responsibility for stealing your girlfriend."
Yacron burst into laughter. "I don't have any love interests at the moment. Well, in truth, i got accustomed to everyone getting close to me, just to approach my friend Cincaid. So i stop wondering if it was possible they were into me, and assumed the proximity was with second intentions"
"Good decision. Personally. I've never understood that tactic." Admits Vurckair. "If i want someone. I'll go after the person, then i ingrate in the social circle of said person."
"Exactly!."
"So?. Tell me Yacron. How many broken hearts did you went through before noticing the pattern?."
"Honestly. I lost count after thirty something, probably around the fifties i decided to change." Yacron sighs, and snorts. "At least i don't try to get my crush's attention, that is pathetic."
"Preach on, brother!. You might get heard."
"I'll doubt it. People can be extremely stubborn over really stupid, meaningless things."
"You just did it again, Yacron. Spread this wise gospel. The worst that can happen; It's that you are chased down by a furious crowd wanting to grilled you alive."
"Oh!. And then this Lad in distress will get rescued by a fine Knightess in bright armor?."
"It would be better if she wears laced lingerie, but everyone has their own tastes and fantasies. I don't judge, much."
"Hahaha. You could easily get along well with sailors and sappers, Vurckair; They like straight honesty, so do i… Maybe that is why i dislike the central parts of any continent. The residents tend to have ulterior motives"
"Well. Don't worry about me, Yacron. I'm quite transparent, so give me pointers to get in tune with this place; After all, i'm not in my own world."
Yacron chuckles, unaware of how literal is the comment.
"Understood, Vurckair. Are you hungry?. I want to visit a Quartzal and have breakfast before my stomach roars..." As if Yacron were a prophet, his belly ripples with a noisy growl.
Vurckair laughs, storing the journal in the suitcase, while taking off the clothes weared by his Alt'ver, only leaving visible his Adarga.
The design looks like a scaled burgundy bodysuit with a bright blue vertical line on the young man's chest; Though this attire is actually Vurckair's own skin.
Yacron is taken aback. Surprise plastered on his smiling face, following the current trend by undressing too. His body clad in a dark brown Adarga that seems to be synthetic, rather than the organic vibe Vurckair exhibits.
"What are you waiting, Yacron?. Lead the way before the beast bellows again."
"It's not that loud." Says the youngster, walking out of the room, trailed by Vurckair.
{That was a stupid move from my part. I got too accustomed to employ nothing but the Adarga, and i acted on reflex}
{I should not assume all my knowledge is infallible, or compatible with the local customs}
{However. What is a «Quartzal»?. Instructor Mäwller comment about enter in them. Could it be like an Enclosed Amalgam?. I hope not. I'm fed up with those weird environments and the time dilation related to them…}
Silence prevails around Yacron and Vurckair, early risers is not a defining characteristic of the inhabitants of Ell'Thane.
Nevertheless, this apparent truth changes when the two youngsters obliviously venture into a transparent energy division.
At the other side, there are several people busy with their own lives; Though none of them were visible before crossing the barrier.
Occasional glances land on both lads, they are handsome, and they are proud of their Adarga.
"Cincaid is telling me our best option to gain Tokens, and have a decent meal, is in the Quartzal near the east park."
{Telling?}
Yacron does a pause, as if he were listening to someone. "Oh!. Haha, me too, haha, see you in a jiffy… Hey, Vurckair!. Can we wait for Cincaid?. He lost a bet against his sister and is broke for the rest of the week."
{Yacron can use telepathy?}
"Sure. But your friend is «Broke»?. Can't he get a job or something?".
"The idiot bet all his Tokens for the entire week. Everything he had, or wins, goes to his sister, even if he borrows, steals, or someone gives it to him; The result is the same."
{So these Tokens must be a virtual currency}
"I see. But Yacron; Didn't you say «Me too»?."
"Yes, I did. My sister bet with me and i lost to my cousin. She is way more powerful than the rumors suggest. It was my mistake. I dislike fighting in the real world, that's what Quartzals are for, no one can know when an accident could occur. On the other hand. I don't understand how Cincaid lost; Unless his sister tricked him."
{Bets are absolute, and the consequences unavoidable}
"Cincaid!." Yacron exclaims, doing a fist bump with the arriving young man of metallic grayish-blue hair.
He is serious, an expression remarked by his silver irises, and reinforced with his imposing bearing due to his Adarga of synthetic appearance.
The newcomer is not alone, accompanied by a tall, dark-skinned young man of black hair with a purple streak, same tonality of his Adarga. Though the more eye-catching features are on his face. Vibrant orange eyes with a piercing gaze, along a few vanishing, vertical scars near them.
"Who is your friend, Yacron?." Inquires Cincaid, genuinely curious as he knows how reserved his acquittance is.
"Vurckair. He is my Teammate for the week. What about you…?."
The question is intended for Cincaid, but the dark-skinned young man answers shortly. "I'm Ervius."
Cincaid continues. "He is the one who will perhaps marry my sister".
Based on what Yacron said, Vurckair comes to an obvious conclusion. "You lost the bet with her on purpose…"