A muffled *Brrr* sounds inside the cabinet, the vibration of such noise comes from Carmorac direction; To which my older than me friend excuses himself saying politely "—Give me a moment, I need to take this call.
Taking out his cellphone, he goes out of the room, leaving me with his sister "Citronella" and "Itzxuria", who really falls asleep.
{I thought that she was just acting to avoiding answering Carmorac}
Apparently, she is truly tired, although, she didn't seem that way when she was kissing the cowardly young man who left her due to unfounded self induced panic.
{Still, is a good opportunity to finally check out what "Protocol" has to offer}
Thinking on it, a translucent ethereal wine and black virtual window appears out of nowhere in front of me, in it, asks me to introduce a "Tag Name".
{I have always had a thing for certain story, "The Nęïtûr'Åìón", An ancestral abomination that creates an armor made with everything this monstrosity kills, along any organic materials the nature can provide to it}
Conscious about my decision, i have clear in my mind the word "Nęïtûr'Åìón", seeing that it appears in the ethereal window box i am relieved about completing this part of the process.
In the following second, the window is being replaced by several virtual words that are known to me, and others that are new ones.
|•| PROTOCOL |•|
|•| § Portrait § |•|
|•| § Profile § |•|
|•| § Professions § |•|
|•| Pacts |•|
|•| § Perks § |•|
|•| § Parameters § |•|
|•| Precepts |•|
{Wow, There are more of what the congregation in the Profession Room mentioned to me, But why are some of them not highlighted like the others?; It doesn't matter, I figure it out later, So let's start with the first one, "Portrait"}
§ Nęïtûr'Åìón §
Rank: Unranked
Inclination: Full Offensive
Type: Defense Wrecker
{I see why the congregation warned me about not disclosing my Professions; If i understand this correctly, "Portrait" can be observed by everyone who has access to "Protocol"}
To corroborate my belief, I only need to observe Carmorac's sister, immediately noticing a pop up interface showing her personal Portrait.
§ Citrus §
Rank: Unranked
Inclination: Situational Support
Type: Enchanting Utility
{I knew it!, I was right about this!; And as i expected from her, she is one of those who have never had the necessity of get their hands dirty}
Realizing its functionality, the curiosity is too much for me, so i quickly look at the beautiful face of Itzxuria as i check her Portrait.
§ Vexxxora §
Rank: Unranked
Inclination: Offensive Defense
Type: Cunning Pitfall
{Really Itzxuria?!, "xxx" in your Tag Name?!, Couldn't you be more obvious or specific?!}
My sarcastic thoughts cause me to smirk at the sleeping female Sirein Farioth beside me, to which Citronella expresses her obvious disapproval.
—Stop staring at her Creep…
—Said with jealousy the cynical Lady that is yet to be a real woman, so stop staring at me too "Creeptronella".
The harshness of my sentence shutdown Citronella's thoughts as reddened cheeks turn more obvious on her now serious face.
{Is Anger or Shame what she feels?, Probably both}
But differently to what she may have understood of my behavior, or as far as she can think; There was no inappropriate thoughts from my part towards Itzxuria, at least not right now.
—You are a rude peasant.
Retort Citronella with defiance and with the glare of someone ready to fight.
{Not bad, I mean, at least she can talk back}
—Of course i am, i came from the same Orphanage as your brother Carmorac.
My response disarms any argument she had prepared against me, which is a bit disappointing, it seems that she does respect Carmorac.
Which is not unusual; Because even though he is outstandingly annoying, he is someone you can count on, it doesn't matter at all how bad the situation you find yourself in looks, he is going to stand right besides you and die if that is what it takes for the victory.
{Now that i think about it, something like that almost happened to us before he, Laiara and Clonggy where taken away from the Orphanage}
With her in silence, I resume my activity, checking my "Profile"
§ Drïekvïer Trektör Krïegdörn §
Zenith: Zero
Level "Null" of 15
Progress (0/50) to reach Level 0
Species: Dörnk'Rör / Threk'Möûörldt (+L6)
Title: The Nightmare Of The Farioth (+L9)
Status: Unbeknown
{Interesting, so my Real Name is "Drïekvïer", and i have a Family Name, I mean, everyone has one but Only Rich People, Nobles, Aristocrats and Royals use them, Still, "Krïegdörn", I like how it sounds}
Seeing two Species by full name, i learn another new fact about me, I am the "Union" of this Dörnk'Rör with the Threk'Möûörldt, a situation similar to Itzxuria.
I don't know much about this Species, but is highly probable that they despise mixed bloodlines, if so, this could bring some light over why i was left in the Orphanage of a place so backwards.
{Should i search more information about this?}
With the question lingering on my mind, i tap into the last thing that caught my attention.
"My Title", I knew i was "Extremely Feared" by the Farioth to the point that they planned a major offensive to hunt me down.
I almost lost an arm during that, but in the end i emerged victorious and regained full mobility on my limb thanks to the Federation's medical advances and the [Molecular Realignment] ability the Army taught me; Forcing Vyåhö and Zöhår to emulate the missing tissue until your body properly replaces the fake imitation.
{Jajaja, So i am not just something "Bad" for the Farioth, a common problem to be faced by the sum of their capabilities , for them, I am "The Enemy", a "Nightmarish" Monster that terrorize every single one of them, relentlessly chasing them down even in their dreams…, Jajaja, Could i reach "Nemesis" level threat if i charge at them right know?}
With my ongoing delirious still affecting me, i smirk again, continuing with my "Protocol" check by reviewing my "Professions".
§ PENETRATOR §
Designation: Transparent
Level "Null" of 5
Development (0/100) to reach Level 0
Mastery 0
Your attacks always bypass "Mitigation" equal to "0" plus "0" Nuk'Vlionz out of every "50" Cohesion you possess.
For every "50" Vigour you additionally bypass "5" "Mitigation" every 25 attacks over the same target without limit.
Debuff active for 5 Minutes, Refreshing its duration after each new attack with "Penetration" properties.
§ PERFORATOR §
Designation: Transparent
Level "Null" of 5
Development (0/100) to reach Level 0
Mastery 0
Your attacks always carve down "Inhibition" equal to "0" plus "0" Nuk'Vlionz out of every "50" Cohesion you possess.
For every "125" Vigour you additionally carve down "1" "Inhibition" every attack over the same target without reducing its capacity bellow the target's basic Cohesion or basic Covalence.
Debuff active for 15 Minutes, Refreshing its duration after each new attack with "Perforation" properties.
{Now i understand why in Portrait my Type is considered "Defense Wrecker"}
For me, Armored targets had always been a easy fight to deal with, all thanks to my hyper high compatibility with the "Vwöölth" ammunition.
It was developed to deal with Tanks and Battleships; And of course, i learn to execute such deadly attack from my bare hands during my Military Service in the Kcrwlmndth Federation.
The door of the cabinet is open and Carmorac returns inside, sitting on his spot as he has an exasperated expression.
—Sorry for the delay, Family matters matter but the Old Man keeps insisting on pairing me with every thing that has a hole to put my dick in.
—Jajajaja…
I burst into laughter as Citronella chastise her brother with brazen intensity, a bit too unladylike for someone like her, after all, Carmorac is older and she owns him respect.
—Stop being so "Vulgar" Grand Brother, you only pass a few minutes with "This"… , "Shameless Rascal", and you already forgot the manners you build up in the difficult years you have to endure at arriving in our Family.
Carmorac simple smile is too plain, which means something dire actually occur.
However, a good way that always helps to take him out of his mode of "I Need to blast someone into cinders" is to crack a joke.
—Oh no, "Scoldtronella" is unleashed, Fast, Somebody has to save us from her!…
—Hahaha "Scoldtronella", I am borrowing that one from you Trektör, but i never going to let it go, hahaha…
—Grand Brother!, You should defend me from him, not joining "This", "Bad influence".
Carmorac and I laugh again at Citronella, but him recovers his composure to enlight his oblivious little sister.
—Look Citronella, I would not defend you from Trektör, and "Joining him is a must", Fecketh! (Fuck), We already shed blood together in order to survive, way before i go to that "Unwelcoming Mansion", and if I learned anything from that experience, it is that you don't want to be in the direction of his blows are advancing; I made myself cristal clear?.
—Yes, Grand Brother.
—Good, So, Tell me Trektör, Did you develop another nickname for my Uptight Smallest Cute Sister?.
—Don't!…
Exclaim Citronella, but i disregard her warning and speak to my friend.
—Creeptronella.
—Hahaha, Citronella, you don't have to stare so much, if Trektör has fancy you, go for him.
—W-What!, Stop saying nonsense Grand Brother, He is…
Before she finishes her sentence, Carmorac interrupts her.
—Do not talk before seeing him after he grooms his apparency, after all, is Mandatory in The Shtra'Yon Combat Academy.