Kiltering Mayhem

When I realize that my hair and facial hair are once again part of my body, I am totally unable to foresee a logical and reasonable motive of why this has occurred.

And if a sane idea doesn't provide you with an adequate answer, the best thing you can possibly do is process the information you have received and acquire in a way that is completely out of the box.

And that is precisely what I do, as a really crazy idea comes to mind.

{What if my body returned to how it was a few hours or even days ago; I know it sounds absurd, but, what if this "Interference" is even crazier of what i could imagine, tapping into the memories of others, altering their behavior due to the lack of this time and experience they went through}

There is no way to verify my words, but it is the only reason I can think of such a drastic change in the behavior of those with whom I left the Guest House.

Although I do not know them well enough to assert that their demeanor has been altered or "Reverted" to how it was some time ago; The questions here then are, "How much of their memory has been affected?", "And why I am not having this problem?".

{Oh!, I know, it is a long shot, but could bring me some hints and clues about what is happening to all of them}

—I know that this seems like an out of place question, but… without using "Protocol", Could someone tell me the current date?.

My question causes confusion, yet a nurse answers to me with complete confidence in her words "—Today is Herma Luvnai of Darón'Thûll 11,998, you can see it on the calendar behind you."

Turning to see what the nurse is pointing at, I can see in the wall a paper calendar with the date that is supposedly today, which is the same as what she had said, and obviously, I know it is entirely wrong as that date happened almost five thousand years ago.

—Okay, that is incorrect, and before any of you check it, can you tell me what day of the week we are living on right now?.

Everyone laugh as if were an insane Hobo, but they play along regardless, quickly giving their answers, which are divided between two different days, "Neo", the first day of the week, and "Herma", the sixth day of the week.

—Well, I have to tell all of you that you are absolutely wrong, yesterday was Morpho (Third day of the week), so today is Gino (Fourth day of the week), you can see that I am not lying if you check the date by using "Protocol".

—What you are saying is absurd, and i will show proof to you, "Date"…

The Albine Young Man's voice stops as he shows an ethereal Interface with the current date, his mouth goes wide open as he stutters out the answer that "Protocol" gave him, even when everyone already can see it.

—I-It says… , T-Today is "Gino Quiuni of Nïech'Thern 16,879!"…

Those who answered that today was"Herma" have their brains melted down as their thought process suffer a short circuit as they shout in one voice "—Date!" to corroborate with their own "Protocol" the words mentioned by the young man with pink eyes.

{The Landlady and company said "Neo" as their answer; Could it be, that the time we are supposed to wait in Clarattoia due to the "Precept" is the same period of time that our minds are being tampered?, But again, Why am I not being affected?, or worse, in what way it has affected me?, and how am I still unable to grasp my mind around it to discover the mystery, just as it had happened with my hair and my obliviousness to realize this sooner}

The shock that most people in the room are going through right now when they finally understand their new truth hits them quite hard, as they have been pitifully displaced from their own time, with no apparent disadvantages I must add.

{Well, it is not my problem, so…}

But comprehension strikes me down with an unexpected hastiness, showing me how wrong am I right now.

{Technically speaking, I shouldn't know any of the people around me, since from their perspectives, we have never met each other}

Of course, this applies to every person I meet and on each action I have done in the past few days, and if that is truly the case as i suspect; Carmorac or Itzxuria will not remember having interacted with me either.

{Is this how others feel when I become unable to distinguish them from any other person due to my "Ascension Animal Affection"?; Because is actually awful!}

Knowing that I can't change anything about this for the meantime; I simply take the best approach i can currently think of, which is focus on myself and keep progressing.

While I can reintroduce myself to all of them, I gain nothing other than looking even more like a completely insane Hobo, because objectively speaking, I would be lying since I cannot back up my words on any way, after all, i am too straight forward to even attempt lying to try and recreate any kind of bond or relationship we barely had, and if something really happens between us from now on, it will be "naturally", just the way it occured before.

—"Dumpling", Can you show me where I should acquire the "Identification Badge" mentioned by the Woman with the bun hairstyle?.

The Bulky Fatty nods and walk to the exit, I do the same while everyone else remain stunned by the truth that i stamp on their minds by partial accident.

Walking through the halls of this immense Academy, I can see on the distance in more than one occasion creatures flying at an altitude high enough to make them appear smaller in size; And some of them are being mounted by someone, which impress me even further, as flying was nothing less than a fairytale just a day earlier in my life.

{Could i achieve this feat too?, It seems really exciting to do such a thing…}

"—Is right there"; Said the "Dumpling" taking me out of my reverie "—Any question you have, the attendant would try to answer it for you".

He immediately leaves after his comment, probably heading back to the nursing area.

For my part, I advance towards where the Bulky Fatty pointed his hand; A large, thick wall of solid granite or a material similar to it.

At the foot of this structure, there are a series of spaces serving as a pathway to cross to the other side.

Is in this spaces where there are some booths, many of them along the wall to be precise, which makes it easy for a large number of people to be quickly attended.

It doesn't take me long to keep my pace and be in front of a Young Attendant who happily introduces herself.

—Welcome to The Academy Of The Zenith Embryon, As you can see on my "Badge", My Spark Name is Oriana, How can I assist you today?.

The Attendant called Oriana has a pinkish skin tone that i have never seen on anybody before, including the illustrations of extinct Species of Clarattoia; Her short straight dark green hair with a diagonal hairstyle barely reaches her chin, and the friendliness on her sharp purple eyes is pretty false, almost as fake as the tone of her introduction.

{This is quite the talent!, I almost fell for her acting skills, she probably could pass for a real actress in Clarattoia, or at least a good Model with the control she has over her facial expressions}

—I would like to obtain my "Identification Badge" and a brief explanation about how it works the usual schedule for a Newbie like me.

—Understood, The process is extremely simple, you only need to put your hands on this object called "Endodecodex" and the Badge below would be synchronized with your personal Zöhår and Vyåhö so that no one can falsify your identity.

I follow the instruction as she speaks, having a similar experience of what i lived inside of the Profession Room, except that the lights emanated are more consistent and tend to be Wine, Maroon, Granate, Black and Red, without any of the other tonalities I saw yesterday.

{Wait, Aren't the Endodecodex supposed to be a lot more uncommon, How come they have one for every Attendant?!}

—The link created allows you to place the Badge on any surface in contact with you or your attire, still, keep it visible at all times, some Members of the Disciplinary Committee can fine you if you do not carry your Identification, same goes for a few strict "Bookkeepers" and "Prefects", "Teachers", "Professors" and "Supervisors" aren't so biased, but you do not want to mess with any of the former, including the Student Council members.

{Mental Note… ; Do i need it?, Who does not carry their own identification with them?!, Is a basic Civilian duty!}