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Sheet:Entrapta

2026-02-03T07:43:39Z

Glassling: Created page with "==Entrapta's Sheet== === Background === Entrapta's youth is vaguely understood, but it's generally accepted that she was raised by robots. Her parents are only unclear memor..."

==Entrapta's Sheet==

=== Background ===

Entrapta's youth is vaguely understood, but it's generally accepted that she was raised by robots. Her parents are only unclear memories, and family is really not something for which she has a solid concept. But this much is known: she grew up in the city of Dril, and is the leader/ruler/princess there.

Creating friends for herself, Dril quickly became a place of the wierd, not just in a social sense but a physical one. The streets make no sense, the corridors are a maze. The whims of the princess became the choices of art, and public safety was basically a suggestion and a hope. She wasn't malicious, but Eternia was used to following a Princess' orders. She was completely untrained and built with inspiration, not planning.

At fourteen years of age, Entrapta was deep in her experiments when she detected energy coming from outside of Etheria. It took her most of a year to pin it down, but eventually she managed to pass enough of Etheria's ambient magic through to allow the other side to make contact. This allowed a portal to be opened, bypassing Etheria's defenses.

Finding herself on Earth, young Entrapta found herself without access to Etheria's ambient magic. This forced her to alter her work, having done things with her hair that no longer functioned here was the first thing of note. Earth Technology is very different, and it at least works perfectly, but if she wants to do anything Magical, she needs access to ..well, to magic.

This leads to a bunch of research, and work with crystals. Entrapta has always been beyond astounding at adapting magic to technology. Working with crystals that she's 'found', she finally fashions a way.

=== Personality ===

Entrapta loves science. She loves science because she understands it, the way she doesn't understand anything or anyone else. It's a problem.

Entrapta often stands around waiting to grasp what's going on without really knowing what to say or do. So she looks at it as another opportunity to gather data, which has never let her down. Not like people do.

Morally uncertain what morals are supposed to exactly be, Entrapta just does things. Like her hair, she's no idea that it's weird for hair to move. She just got the idea how to make it do that, so she did it!

Oddly, her hair is her weakest point. She can FEEL with her hair, which means grabbing it hurts a lot more than grabbing normal people's hair! It's actually the easiest way to disable her. Just grab some hair and squeeze it. Ouch!

But also, she's effectively a great power with no guidance. She's a child who can figure out before anyone in the room nearly anything so long as she has data to work from, but social or personal data often doesn't register.

Basically she's one lab accident away from being a supervillain, but the phrase 'mad scientist' has never both fit and NOT fit at the same time. Because, in her every action, she's...nice. And she loves deeply.

Oh, and her dietary needs are similarly weird. She will only eat tiny food. If it won't fit in her mouth in one bite, she can't eat it. And she leans heavily into fizzy drinks, the sparkling keeping her ....you know, I don't know why the drinks. But there it is.

=== Focus ===

Eternian Princesses are fueled by huge gemtones, linked to the magic of the planet. Entrapta is an exception, having no magical potential of her own. She is fueled by curiosity and a brain that will not stop working, though she has learned to adapt existing magic to her own purposes.

Using the power of experimentation, Entrapta can move her hair like limbs. This is a mix of technology and adapted magic, which she's managed to work into her own body.

=== Style ===

Like the other categories, Entrapta doesn't fit like the other princesses. She wears coveralls and long, long, long hair. Which is effectively alive, her adaptations managing to make it both move and feel.

Entrapta's ability to move her hair stems from extensive upgrades to it directly, using Etheria tech and her own cybernetic inventions. It requires Etheria's ambient magic to move, which requires entering Geek Princess mode. Which requires a charged Etheria battery.

Weird moments seem to happen around tech though. Entrapta just randomly manifests a welding mask sometimes, with no clear explanation. Manacles let go of her for no good reason, and she slips in and out of them as if they were suggestions. Anything with gears tends to 'want' to be near her. This all happens in Geek Princess form, it is an effect of Etheria's ambient magic and her affinity for the technology itself.

=== Powers ===

Entrapta is a noncombatant. She doesn't fight, she hides and uses technology to allow her to interact with anything dangerous. She will not actually pick up a weapon.

Earth Tech - When using earth technology, Entrapta is curious and creative. She can do things with them that normal people wouldn't think of, largely because she doesn't know the proper uses for them in the first place. This is just normal stuff, though she's fully capable of improving on them if given time and knowledge.

Etheria Tech - Only when tapping Etheria's magic can Entrapta activate anything that uses Etheria's technology. This includes her hair, which will spring to life and move around as if it were extra limbs. It requires a battery charged from a source of Etheria's magic.

Emily - Emily is a roomba that Entrapta has imbued with a few upgrades. The bot can fire lasers from its front end that do actual damage, and hold far more tools in its carrying capacity than it should be able to carry. Logically, it doesn't make sense. It also seems much smarter than one would think, and can do basic manipulations.

Crystal - Entrapta has a power-converter. It's not called that, but it's a crystal setup that she's built to convert energy from one form to another. She doesn't fully understand the crystals that she's using to do it. Yet. But really, nobody else could have done it at all, and all it does is charge Eternia batteries.

Entrapta

2025-08-08T07:19:20Z

Glassling: Created page with "{{CharacterNew |NameOnMUSH=Entrapta |Char_id=281 |FullName=Entrapta, Princess of Dryl |AKA=Enissa von Trapp |Gender=Female |Origin=Princesses of Power |Grade=N/A |Clubs=STEM |..."

{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Entrapta
|Char_id=281
|FullName=Entrapta, Princess of Dryl
|AKA=Enissa von Trapp
|Gender=Female
|Origin=Princesses of Power
|Grade=N/A
|Clubs=STEM
|Series=She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
|Chartype=CC
|Quote=This. Is. FASCINATING! Tell me everything!
|Profile=Entrapta is the princess of Dril. Small p, she isn't a proper Princess with a runestone but really one in name only. But she was given the role and,completely unqualified, proceeded to completely mess it all up. Raised by servants and, after a while, robots, she really comes across as a bit creepy sometimes. Her city of Dryl shows her complete lack of rulership skills. Public safety is a suggestion at best, the place is a maze built on whims and inspiration and it only works because Entrapta herself has built enough robots to maintain the place independently. Over time she's learned to delve into science more deeply, which helped greatly when she detected attempts to contact Etheria from outside. Given that portals to Etheria are wacky at best (that's a technical definition around here) she found a way to make it work from their side. Then, she stepped through. To Earth. Where magic doesn't exactly work the way she's used to, but luckily she never had any to start with! She's used to adapting magic to technology. So, she'll find a way to do so here as well. And in the meantime there's sushi and donuts.
|Skills=What's Impulse Control, Technically Pacifist, Danger Nonsense, Airvent Girl, Welding Mask!, Morally Purple, Engineering!, Prehensile Hair, For Science!, Gadgeteer, Technopath
|Age=15
|BloodType=Not technically human
|Birthday=November 19
|Likes=STEM, reading, books, robots
|Dislikes=Forced socialization
|FavFood=Anything tiny!
|FavSubject=You're kidding, right?
|LeastFavSubject=Gym
}}

2349/Mahou 101:Dark

2025-03-03T00:31:04Z

Glassling: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2025/02/21 |Location=Mitakihara Ward |Synopsis=An introduction to one of the Dark Art workers that Entrapta can not deny! Also a good read, worth h..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2025/02/21
|Location=Mitakihara Ward
|Synopsis=An introduction to one of the Dark Art workers that Entrapta can not deny! Also a good read, worth having a science at!
|Cast of Characters=40,281
|Tinyplot=Mahou 101
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     It's a chilly day up on top of one of Mitakihara's many small buildings. On the roof of this particular building is an antenna tower of some sort - fenced in with signage denoting that this area is Obsidian property and for anything to dial their number, tresspassers will be prosecuted, video surveliance is in use, DANGER: High Voltage, WARNING: May interfere with Pacemakers, and several other signs - the chainlink fence is at least 50% warning sign by volume.     Inside the area, currently, is a young looking male in a white labcoat, with long silver hair and a strange device in his hand, which connects to a metalic glove on his arm. The strange device is a bit like a forked soldiering iron, and he's got a panel open on the base of the tower, touching the pins of the device to it, creating purple-black sparks that are keenly magic, if you're magically aware enough to note.     The boy, of course, is Riventon - recently titled 'vice director' of Testarossa Technologies, and the tower is one of several spread around Tokyo's Four Wards, a shielded device designed to give him information on the flow of magic (and the presence of things like Jewel Seeds or anything else magical). He's engrossed in the work right now and it might be easy to sneak up on him in a conventional way, assuming the sneaker weren't aggressively using magic for his Device to alert him of. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     There always comes a time in your work when you need a different tool. It happens, and you just reach for the right one and it's never there, and you grumble and fish around until you find it and then you forget where you were, until you manage to get back to the point you were at mentally in the process and it's suuuper annoying.     "Here you go," someone says, and his outstretched hand is handed the tool he was looking for, no big deal. And the work can continue without those ridiculous interruptions. Wires pushed aside appropriately, and the next tool he needs is passed to him without interruption as well.     "The wire's a bit frayed, you'll lose some signal through the conductors," that person says. Which you know, there IS a frayed wire, when it's looked at closely enough. Good eyes. That'll need replacing. The right wire is...ah, held out for him to take, when he's ready for it.     Wait.A.Minute.com 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     Riventon's actually used to having help at times, which is part of what caused his brain to accept the passed off tools. Hotaru used to be a lab partner, Hinoiri was a lab partner, Norie was still a lab partner - all of them had at times been engaged in assisting him in this way.     But two of those have left his side for one reason or another annd and one of those isn't here and neither of them are spindly girls with long pink pigtails.     So as Riventon reached out for the last tool, he suddenly looked up to her and flailed, standing up quickly as he tried to juggle the wayward tool from one hand to another to stop it from dropping.     An undignified noise of surprise erupted from his mouth, before he pointed his gauntleted hand towards the intruder, palm out, Dark Energy hastily collecting into a ball of dripping black energy, colors dancing across the oily surface. "Who the hell are you, what are you up to, and why shouldn't I blast you off this rooftop right now?!" he yelled, trying to act tough to cover up his genuine surprise and the feeling of his brain racing to accomodate this sudden situation. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     The reaction is so mahou it hurts; the girl leans in, right past the gathering ball, and sticks her face past him into the machine itself. She puts one hand right smack dab in the middle of his face to brace herself so she can see into it better, and gasps!     "Inverse reactive current! The design is so retro, you've gone muuuch less aggressively than you could have with this. And synchronized cardial phase detractors! Why did you go through the modial flux? That burns out at a much lower temperature than the symmodial product, you know you can get that easily if you know who to talk to, right?"     She shifts her hand to his chest, so she can push further inside. "Magitechnology! That makes so much sense now! You couldn't use the symmodial, it'd burn right out at the first mystic influx! Ooh your power lines are garbage though, that's a prefab model you should look into making your own if you want this to be truly stable. Anmium is best for that, what are you trying to actually accomplish with this one?"     She pauses, taking a breath, then finally looks. "Oh. Am I not supposed to be doing this?" She finally spotted the dark energy. 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     Riventon is... really, really perplexed by the girl's course of action. Somewhere he knows he should be annoyed, but then she starts talking and she knows what she's talking about to some degree, or seems to.     And he can appreciate being a little too into your work - or someone else's work. But there's a point where he does decide to maybe step in.     "It's a sensor, and it gets the best readings by linking into the flow, and if you had any idea about how much magic rolls through this town you would know that burnouts are a question of when, not if." he says, and looks to her.     "That's a roundabout way of answering one of my questions, but the most important ones are still here. You are tresspassing on private property, on Obsidian property, on MY property." he says. The Dark Energy doesn't leave his hand. It just stays at size, occasionally crackling with purple electrical-like energy over the surface. "So I know what you're doing here - being nosy - but who are you and why should I not give you a direct ticket off the top of the building in the form of an energy blast?" he asks.     "...and now I would like to add, how do you know so much about these sorts of things, whoever you are?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     She isn't reacting right. Fear seems absent; in fact, she reaches out to try and touch his energy ball. With her hand. "That's fascinating," she says, drawing out the word as if it's her entire life. "You have got to have a different thaumatological component than anything I've seen in my research so far. Do you generate it with your hand? No, that has to come from an internal source of some sort."     The girl pulls her hand back, the reaches into her coveralls and pulls out a crystal, which whines in her hand. "Ooh, that is a new wavelength, I should show you my work on this if you've got sensors this complex you could probably understand some of it if you could keep up with the math. Don't be ridiculous, we're both scientists. If you wanted me to stop you just needed to not be so very interesting."     She pauses. "Or working out in the open like this, this place is ridiculously exposed." Fence. Signs. Security measures. 'ridiculously exposed'. Huh.     "I'm researching types of magic, but I wasn't expecting to encounter something like this! Can you tell me what I'm looking at right now? So I know how to react? There isn't much to go on with what I can see right now, aside from a lowered ambient temperature and a shift in wavelengths that ...it has some variances I've seen before but no overall shift. Tell me everything!" 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     Riventon doesn't pull the ball away from her - the worst case scenario is she hurts herself, which is something he's far less responsible for than actually blasting her. It's Dark Energy - it's toxic to conventional life on some level all the time, and this particular orb - condensed and held back and ready to fire - is the kind that hurts, crackling with power and vile energy that can surge through a person and make them feel terrible in addition to just hurting them.     "...I might like to see your work, yes." Riventon says, cautiously, curiously. the girl's not acting normal but Riventon's sense of normal is a little thrown off by his coworkers and his-day-to-day work.     "It's not really exposed. Most Sparkles don't fly, and most of them are also smart enough to not mess with me." He says. The second bit may be more doubtful.     "This is Dark Energy - the most powerful sort of magic, and the most dangerous." he says, entertaining her question. "It's created by negative emotions, primarily. It's capable of almost anything, but it has a habit of turning people into the worst versions of themselves; I keep seeing people letting it control them, instead of the other way around." he says. "But you can do such marvelous things with it, as long as you maintain your power over it." He says. "...Have you not encountered it before? You're clearly magic aware on some level yourself, or you wouldn't be able to maintain this conversation or understand most of those words you used, but I don't recognize you." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl repeats herself. "Scientist," she says, by way of explanation. "Magical researcher at this point, though I specialized in physics and electronics for most of my life due to restraints on what kinds of knowledge were available. I've only recently been given any kind of real access to the real power available to the world do you have any idea how impressive this is, right now?"     She's not really lookin at -him- exactly, more studying what he's doing. "I wonder if you use these sensors to track magic of your own type, so you can keep track of the form. I would if I were you, you have the most access therefore the most knowledge and if what you say is true then you'd want to keep it under the highest level of safeguards, people who haven't the ability to monitor their actions shouldn't be allowed free access to the strongest type of energy."     All without stopping for breath, and she absolutely isn't impressed by whoever it is she's speaking with. This is all about the science.     "How did you get the ability to do this? Most of the interviewees I've been able to talk to have some kind of history, but this seems to be a much more flexible option. I saw someone transformed into a mirror of themselves just a short while ago, and the wavelengths I'm seeing now are reminiscent of that. Not identical though, you're clearly working with an alteration. Which makes me wonder if it's possible to change between magical forms if you had the capability, have you ever tried to sparkle? Also your wire is melting, you didn't finish the weld." 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     Riventon looks at her. "I'm a scientist too, but there are loads of scientists who can't understand magic. Who get to live in the world of physics and fundamental forces and things that are absolute truth. Whereas magic tends to defy that. And yet people such as myself continue to find the rules that govern it." he says. "So a magical researcher doesn't always mean scientist." he continues.     "I can only imagine how interesting it must be to see it anew - it's been a part of me for a lot of my life though I lacked a name for it." Riventon says, and then pauses. "I track magic of all types, most people don't have a clue what they're doing, they wield it without awareness or focus or even the slightest hint of the powers they draw from... it's infuriating. And then they use those abilities to slow the progress of actual science and understanding? It's shameful." Riventon says, going immediately into tirade mode.     "I may know what you're talking about, with the mirror. Sounds like a co-worker." he says, musing aloud. "But I've always been able to connect to the energy, to go into the Dusk Zone. For a lot of people it's not natural. At least till you get to the higher ups."     "Anyways, let's start with names - what's yours, Miss Scientist?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     "Bridging wire," the girl says in response, when he doesn't lean in to fix the melting weld points. She's already got her head in the machine, and is holding the tool to the welt points, softening the sauder. "Unless you want the system to shut down while I fix this. Why does everyone focus on the unimportant things? Names, dates, surviving, blah blah..."     She takes the wire from him, then does a temp weld on the loose points, bridging the gap so the circuit never goes down, and pulls the proper wire so she can replace it with a good one. Then does a pro job of saudering the points, not even hesitating. "Entrapta. Have you considered adding a buffer in here, for when the system shuts down? This is clearly a weak point."     She glances out at him, then sighs. "Fine, I'll talk about that too. I don't have any magic, never have. It's never held me back. Frankly I feel like the people who have it are relying on a bit of a crutch, making so they don't have to learn how it all actually works on a level that would make them actually effective. It's ridiculous, since there's so much to learn and it's all just amazing to me. Not really fair, but...I mean, they can't do long algorithms in their heads either. Weld's fixed."     She backs off, showing the system. "I put in a backup in case the wire melts again, it's simple but it'll hold long enough to get back and repair it next time." 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     He doesn't lean in because he's easily distracted and despite threatening to blast her, someone who knows what she's talking about is interesting to him - much as his work is to her. She has a level of interest that is so rarely seen, even amongst his lab partners - a dangerous level of focus, sure, but Riventon can respect that too.     "Entrapta. Is that a name or a comment on the wiring?" He asks, looking down. "There's a lot of weak points in the system, but mostly it just overloads. It's tracking magic so standard electrophysics sometimes takes a walk and forgets it exists during. I mean, that's why half of it's made of crystal nonsense." he says, referring to his own work. "Normal stuff just shuts down when it's trying to pick up the properties. I wish I could interact with it directly through hard science but that's a waste of time. Best you can do is apply the method and hope you get consistent results." he explains.     "Well, I can do long algorithms in my head." he says, shrugging. "And magic. You can have it all if you play your cards right. Shouldn't ever have to settle." he says. "A lot of people let their lack of knowledge hold them back, whether it's magic or particle physics. It doesn't really change that - some people are happy to remain ignorant, never applying themselves - or holding on to foolish notions about good and evil or ethics, and letting those lock off entire worlds of possibility and learning." he says. He crushes the orb of energy he's been nurturing and it leaks out into black tar that evaporates before it hits the ground. He's not going to be blasting her, at least not right now.     "I should probably get on fixing this." he agrees. "And not let your patch job here go to waste. But I don't think the standard wires are going to handle the current - the mix of magic and Dark Energy requires some... thought." he says, taking a different length of wire and infusing it until it turns a purple shimmer.     "At least it won't be relevant in a few years when everybody else forgets everything about magic, so maybe if they're that comitted it makes sense, given they'll one day be like any of the people down there, walking around, with no awareness of the greater magical world." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     She grumbles. "Fine, Enissa if you must have an actual name," she says, which might be misleading but she really does. not. care. "Though it is a bit of d death trap, I learned that term last night from a movie. It's fun! You realize you're using the equivalent of miter tape to seal a flowcrux here."     Pause. She rubs the bridge of her nose, then says more hesitantly, "Duct tape? You really need to get more descriptive terminology, that stuff is awful for ducts. I tried it, it was NOT helpful."     The magic, used on wires, makes her lean in closer. "Do that again. That was a real time adaptation of wiring that ...I have got to take some notes, can you do that to a wire I can take home and test? I could get some readings and try to see what the flow capacity becomes in all the types of magical wavelength, it could be a gamechanger!"     She may or may not have caught everything that he said, but what he DID was definitely on her radar. "I'm looking for ways to incorporate magic into technology, I've so much still to learn! Also is your security inside as lax as it is up here? Because I want to look around."     Note she is not asking for permission, but it might sound as if she was! 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     Riventon tilts his head. She's a little hard to follow. Then he turns back and, taking a page from her book, ignores her until the work is done - and then closes the box. And looks at her.     "I mean, I ''can'' do it again. But why? Why should I give you an example of my work to study - where's the value in that? You have to give me something back." he says, transactionally. Then pauses. "Although you did try to help me a bit yourself, so maybe I owe you... a small bit." he admits, begrudgingly.     He draws out a small length of wire again and does the same thing. "Oh, but you may want to wear gloves. There's not a lot of Dark Energy actively in this now that everything's been reoriented, but there's a little, and you don't want it to leak out and get you all cranky or something."     "Well, I don't know what the security is like down there, because this isn't my office building." Riventon says. And then he waves a hand over the box and it shimmers, before being replaced by a distinctly different, more mundane box. "But the security is pretty good when people can't touch my stuff." he adds.     "Anyways, my office is in the big tower there..." he says, pointing to the tallest tower in Mitakihara, a gloomy skyscraper than towers over even the other buildings. "Obsidian Tower. I never gave you my name. I'm Riventon. Vice-Director of Obsidian, Testarossa Technologies Divison." he says with an aura that she's supposed to find this more important than she likely will.     "And don't try to break into the tower. The security is mundane and magical and you'll probably just end up fighting something magical and like... bludgeoned by a giant, fat, incredibly red nine-foot-tall Oni with a steel club after you trip a magic ward. If you're ''lucky''." he warns. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     Of course, it'd be nice if she held still. When he looks up from his repair, she's moved. Peering at the apparatus itself, as if she can't hold still for long enough to hold a conversation. She's just looking, not altering the angles or anything..that you can see. If she did, she already fixed any changes she may have made.     "Too many names," she says as she hops down from her perch, then pulls out a pair of pliers from a pocket and takes the piece of wire. "You people and your names." That is not a denial, of breaking in or not breaking in. But neither of them expected THAT at this point.     The she leans in and starts prying at a panel. "I can smell burnt sauder, you're going to lose a filament in here soon. Did you want to watch?" She really has no idea how to interact normally, but in some cases that works out for the best. Is this one of those cases? Probably not, but there's a lot of faults. And she clearly knows what she's doing.     Then she's humming, and working on your electronics. Which a person gets the feeling might be happening more in the future than expected yesterday.     Oh lord, I just realized what this is.     I.T. NINJA! 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     Riventon looks at her like he's not quite sure what to do with her yet. "Too many names? I only have one name. Riventon. The rest is a ''title''. You understand what a ''title'' is don't you?" he asks. "Are you not from Tokyo?" he continues.     But he just puts his hands on his hips. "That panel's not real, I don't care if I lose all of the filament." he explains. "The real one's shunted off to a small stacked dimensional space." he says. "You're messing with a disg- you know what, knock yourself out." he says, folding his arms and leaning against the fence. "If you keep messing with my stuff you might end up turning into some kind of crazy red-eyed monster though." He warns.     "Or maybe not, you seem pretty zen about all of this." he admits, shrugging. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     Chewing on her tools, the girl 'Enissa' seems ...quite ignorant. She pulls the panel off, and in moments is yanking out wires. Useless wires. Ridiculous wires. She's having a blast, and isn't hurting anyone.     So why does it feel like she's the one who's having a better time here? "Pass me the motive tester," she says, entering her own headspace. Some call it the madness place, some call it creativity, or art.     In the end, she makes it into a new creation entirely. Was that worth the time? Oh hell yes. It was always meant to have defenses, after all. Now it's just got more. 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     She's both ignorant and brilliant, in the way she moves, the way she puts things together. The creation she builds is impressive on its own rights. He passes her the tester when she asks, after a pause before he says something indignant about being treated as a helper, but then actually decides not to.     "Do you want a chance to learn more about magic, and have the best tech the world has to offer?" He asks her, after a moment. "Do you have a cell phone? That you haven't diassembled? Or have at least reassembled in form that allows it to maintain its original function?" he asks, thinking of another strange, brilliant girl he met once. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:'''     "Would I?"     She teleported. She's looking him in the eyes, too close, too close! "I have so many ideas already based on just the samples I've seen today! There's so much I can still learn, so much left to do! So much..."     When the girl slides Penelope over to Riventon, the phone itself seems to react poorly. In a way that the girl herself did not. But it does take orders, and soon Riventon has her number. One that Hawkmoth may have mentioned, or not, given the way departments keep secrets. The way that Catra may have mentioned, or not.     The way that he himself now has, and soon she's on her way out the way she came in. With a business card, perhaps? "When can I start?" Silly question, the job has already begun. 

:'''{{#var:40|Hiddenite (40)}} has posed:'''     Riventon hops back when the girl is in his personal space, too close! "I can only imagine!" he says, and if nothing else, he's absolutely able to tell she's... excited, interested, ''dangerously'' full of wonder. Like a child with a genius level intellect and zero inherent fear.     Riventon's got her number, and Hawkmoth may also reach out to her, and Catra may reach out to her, or warn her away - or warn Riventon away - or do nothing, as a cat is want to do.     "I'll have to figure out where we're going to put you." Officially. Unofficially, she may be somewhat hard to contain, if she's got access... or even if she doesn't.     "I'll be in touch. Or someone will." he says. Then he decides to duck out, and he does ''actually'' teleport, or Duskport, stepping backwards through dimensions in the shortcut way that only Dark Energy wielding people can. 
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2222/Mahou 101: Pretty Cure Series (more!)

2025-02-20T00:20:30Z

Glassling:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2025/01/13
|Location=Plot Room 1
|Synopsis=A further history of Pretty Cure is delved into, a good read! There's faeries and dragons! Entrapta also might be a bit light on sense.
|Cast of Characters=28,281
|Tinyplot=
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:'''     One would think that the winged approach from a being as large as a dragon would generate more noise, but its near-silent approach is what makes it easy to snatch Entrapta off the street and into the air. There must have been some kind of magic involved that shrouded its presence to the mundane people of Tokyo since nobody batted an eye at its approach and departure. The Dragon had heard that Entrapta was a princess and following its instinct it had sought out the inventor to abscond with her to her lair in the Dark World.     The flight to the Dark World itself doesn't take too long. Once high enough in the air the world around them blurs and is replaced by a desolate landscape with black rocky terrain and blood-red skies. From there, they soar for a few miles until they reach a rocky pillar that stretches into the sky, with a cave carved out near the top.     Once inside its lair, The Dragon gently places Entrapta down on the floor, handling her with much greater care than one might expect from a ferocious beast such as it. Once satisfied that its charge is safe, it goes to the mouth of the cave and curls up to protect its hoard.     The lair itself is... kind of cozy, actually. Off to one side, you have a bed of gold as one might expect from a dragon, but on the other, it seems well-furnished for guests. There are a couple of comfortable-looking wingback chairs facing a fireplace that has a cozy fire in it, a tea trolly that's filled with treats and warm tea, and a few bookshelves filled with a variety of books, most don't look like they've come from Earth, but there's a few paperbacks crammed in between the heaver looking tomes.     "Make yourself comfortable," The Dragon rumbles. "It will be a while before your absence is noted and your rescue will come." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Ah yes. One of those scenes, where a person is talking to another person, and they turn away due to a noise. And when they turn back, the first person is gone and they're standing there wondering where they went. Well, the girl was a bit odd to start with, they probably went for takoyaki or something. In reality, the purple haired girl was having eyes-wide paryxysms of excitement as she is flown, flown! Through the air, without a hovercraft of any sort! Her goggles did something, keeping her eyes open the entire time so she could see it all! And there was so much to see! She gasps as the landscape changes, and as they come in to land. Lots of gasping, you have no idea. Then she's placed...somewhere. A very interesting somewhere, indeed! Hands at her sides, the girl looks left. Then right. Then raises her hands to lift her goggles. Where she starts looking left and right again. Just to make sure that the first time was accurate. Blinking, she hears the large beasty type thing talk, and...pauses. Then she says, "Oh, nobody's going to come rescue me. Where are we? This is amazing, can I touch things? You're very tall." A half-heartbeat later she's up close to the dragon, with...a measuring tape. To check height. Oh yes, she's petrified with terror. You can tell by the way she gets closer to danger with the opposite of hesitation. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:'''     This... was not the reaction that The Dragon had expected from its captive. Usually, they cower in fear and have to be assured that they're not going to be eaten, but this one? This one is measuring its enormous bulk. Its body is easily the size of an elephant, but its long tail and neck give it a more sinuous presence.     The questions cause it to blink in confusion. "They're not?" it asks worriedly. What the heck is it going to do with a Princess who isn't going to get rescued? Shaking its great head, it composes itself. "Regardless, we are in the Dark World, the place where Emperor Pierot is imprisoned and all the happily-never-afters reside." It hesitates again before adding, "You may touch things." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The eyes of the 'princess' in question widen. "Oh, thank you! A lot of people don't like it when I touch things, I have no idea why." She backs off from the dragon, then does a quick scan of the library, eyes blazing past the book titles. She looks under the wingback chairs, yes under them, then pokes a metal probe of some type into the fire. Then she's back, and touching the horde as she makes humming sounds. Well, you did say that she could touch things! "So, what is the dark world? I assume that's not just a title, and there is some kind of reason for the name. I'm studying a lot of magic but I haven't seen any that would transport us like you just did. Your scales seem to be some form of iridescent alloy, do you know what they're made out of? I don't know if you're alive or not, but there is clearly magic involved and that seems to be restricted to living beings. So far." Holding up something gold, she peers at it through a lens of some sort, as she babbles. Well, not babbles, she's clearly analyzing things. Intelligent? Seems like, but not normal. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' The Dragon watches Entrapta explore its lair with amusement but seems to bristle when she starts handling its hoard. It slowly relaxes, however, when it realizes that its 'guest' doesn't seem all that interested in stealing any of it, rather she just wants to analyze it. Then comes the questions, and it answers the best it can, trying to keep up. "As I said, the Dark World is where all the Bad Ends wind up. Most stories do not have a bad ending so this realm is quite barren, as you see. I have a connection to this realm which allows me to return easily." The next questions catch it off-guard though. "I, er, yes, I'm alive," it rumbles. It looks down at itself and raises a forelimb to study the light glinting off of it. "They're scales," it says, not really knowing how to answer. "They're just... scales. Whatever scales are made out of." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Getting up close to look at the scale that the Dragon is looking at, the purple princess is WAY too close, but she's looking at the scale and used the dragon's distraction to get there. But for all that, she's just ...looking? "If you ever shed them, I could analyze one for you and tell you all kinds of things about your structure then, it'd be very interesting and possibly helpful in the long run for your health and structure overall!" She smiles, then backs off without the slightest worry about being that close to a dragon's teeth. And she was. Close to them. "Well," she says then, sitting down in the chair, and flips her hair out of her face. "Since you brought it up, I don't know what you're talking about when you mention stories and bad ends. If you could tell me more, I think I'd be able to better handle what you're trying to discuss. Since we're here, anyway." She pauses, then looks around. "I think I've already looked at everything in the room, so we'd need to find something to do one way or the other. I've never seen a creature like yourself before, we don't have any like you back home. And why would anyone care about me being rescued?" SO much to cover, all at once. And at least one mental flipflop, she's tracking the whole situation but she is NOT keeping it all in line and easy to follow! 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' The Dragon doesn't seem bothered by Entrapta's closeness, mostly because it doesn't view her as a threat, nor a tasty snack. "I don't think I've ever shed a scale," it admits, clearly never having thought about this before. "Perhaps they disappear if they do? I don't know." It glances back at its scales, then back at Entrapta. "You may touch it if you like." "Ah. Well," it says after a pause. "Have you ever wondered where stories come from? Where they go once they're told? There is a place that is a mirror of the Dark World called Marchenland, and it is the place of fairy tales. Every story comes from there, and every story returns. I am The Dragon. When you hear a tale about a dragon kidnapping a princess, or laying waste to a village, they are talking about me." "It is populated by fairies which are insufferable little nuisances," The Dragon growls. "They are the 'good' parts of fairy tales. Sometimes they escape to bring their 'goodness' to children, to empower them to fight monsters like me. Pretty Cures, they call them," it says disdainfully. It looks somewhat confused, however. "You do not have dragons where you come from?" it asks. "All cultures here have stories of dragons. I take it you are not of Earth, then." And as for why people should care for her? "Because you are a Princess," it replies helpfully, as if that's all the answer you need. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl looks left, then touches herself on the tip of her nose with a finger. Then she looks to her left again. It's like she's not even listening, but instead fiddling around, or fidgeting. Then suddenly she goes, "Ah!" She tries to spin her chair around, then makes a pouting sound for a moment when she realizes that it does not spin. Or move, or do anything other than support princesses. "Do you have any evidence to support what you're saying? Because that suggests a layer of reality that goes well beyond what I've experienced so far! I'm entirely willing to speculate that it may be true, given that I've experienced a huge array of changes in the complex nature of reality since coming to this universe, but there should be some level of effect that's visible for someone to actually measure if they were willing to look!" She barely pauses to breathe, before continuing with, "I've never heard of a dragon before. But I have heard of Pretty Cures! Is this related to their history? That's very helpful for my research actually since the investigation I've done so far had very few actual data points on which to track, they mostly showed me their powers but the environment around which they developed would be very helpful knowledge!" Then, almost as a sidenote, she adds, "Who's a princess?" Pause, as if she's processing. "Oh THAT! I was never really a princess, but that's what they called me when I ran Dryl. That's my city, but real princesses have ties to magic. At least they did on my world. I'm a bit closer to a hired engineer, they gave a bit too much authority to." 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' Scaled brows furrow in confusion. "I... er... aren't I proof enough?" it asks. "Most people would be quaking in their boots would they come across a dragon. As they should." It looks utterly baffled which is a stark contrast to its menacing demeanor. "What kind of proof do you require?" It settles back in when the conversation turns to something less confusing. "I do not know the history of the Pretty Cures," it admits. "I know that fairies grant them devices that give them the power to transform into a mighty foe. I have noticed that some of them use... trinkets. Tchotchkes, to alter their power in some way." "The ones I have noticed are the Cure Decors," The Dragon further explains. "Little tokens filled with power that we can use to bring about the Worst Ending to the world. The Pretty Cures collect them to keep them out of our hands, though I suspect they may serve other purposes, too." "Not... a Princess?" The Dragon visibly deflates in disappointment. "Oh. Well. I best return you, then." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "Oh I believe in you. If you say that you're a dragon, then you are likely to be correct," the girl says as she pulls out a pencil and some paper and starts..writing or sketching, or both. "The idea of stories being inspired by and returning to an actual physical location belies the definition of the terms, but as I said," she says, pausing to look up, "I'm open to being convinced." She nods as the conversation continues, though she has this weird tendency to let people finish talking before answering. Which makes it if anything a bit harder to follow. "So Pretty Cures gain their power from faieries, who deliver them like some form of planned system to create heroes for their own needs. Hm. Well, that does explain a few things that didn't completely add up, that's very helpful!" Then she smiles. "Oh, no. I'm in no hurry to leave, you clearly have a lot of information that I could use! Is there any way I could stay a while longer, and interview you for my projects? I wouldn't mind if I could take some samples as well, while I'm here. Maybe see these Decors you speak of, or at least get some readings off of them." She looks around, as if gauging space in the area. "I could set up some equipment, if you have anything I could work with. Wouldn't be too intrusive, and I was thinking perhaps you could show me how to do some of your dragon magic? I really would be very grateful, wouldn't take more than a few hours. She rubs her head, thinking about time and what she might need brought in. "Can you bring anyone else? I have things back home I might need to go get, to do a proper scan of your work. It's for science!" Why be afraid of a dragon? Dragons should be afraid of me. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' "It is very metaphorical," The Dragon adds helpfully. "I do not know how to convince you save by taking you to Marchenland itself. That I will not do," it says firmly. "You will have to find a fairy to bring you there." It gets a thoughtful look, however, as Entrapta sums up her conclusions. "I am not sure if it is the fairies themselves that power the Pretty Cures. I find it more likely it is the devices they bestow upon the children they choose." It shakes its great head in mild confusion. "Why they always choose children, I cannot fathom." And then Entrapta starts rapid-firing about samples and, for all intents and purposes moving in. "I... Wait... Hold on... Er..." Its protests don't seem to deter the inventor from going full SCIENCE! on it, however. Rearing back it all but bellows, "Now see here!" Ruby eyes narrow as she answers each question as fast as they are asked. "You may stay, but ''only'' for a few hours, you may take some samples, I do not have any Decors, you may not set up any equipment, I have no magic beyond my very existence, I will not bring anyone else, and when I take you back you will not be returning!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Blink. Entrapta pauses, then looks up at the Dragon. "But I thought we were friends," she says, actually losing track of the science for a moment. "This is what my friends do, with me. I was trying to help." She looks confused, and forlorn. Then looks at her pad and paper. "I can't do much for you without more gear, and I didn't want this all to be about what I wanted." She looks back up, then adds, "You seemed to need something, and I wanted to find out what." "So I could help." She's just very, very bad at explaining, I guess. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' Entrapta's comment hits The Dragon like a slap in the snout. "Friend?" it asks hesitantly, its head dipping down so it's closer to Entrapta's level. "You thought... we were friends?" It sounds more confused than anything else. Like why would somebody befriend a dragon knowingly? "I've... I've never had a friend before," it admits. "Nobody has tried to help me before," it says quietly. "I have been vilified, and none thought to ask about my wants and needs." It considers Entrapta with red eyes that seem more sad than anything else. "Perhaps you can stay a while," it concludes. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl doesn't pull away. There is no fear, literally no fear at all. Self-preservation only comes into play if you think that you're in danger. Maybe she's broken, or she has no concept of what a dragon really is. Or maybe she's just not wired the same as us. But it seems to be true. "Well, yeah. You were answering my questions, so you were being friendly. I'm not sure how being friends works, but it's something I'm starting to learn. But the first step seems to be knowing more about each other." She pats the dragon on the snout, just once. Physical contact, not her forte but an attempt was made. "Do you want to talk about it? Because I've got time. And I'm actually curious, I want to know." Tell me everything. It's not just a philosophy, it's a statement of love. I care enough to ask. Share with me? Entrapta, different but here to do what she can. Even for the bad endings. 
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2299/Mahou 101: Miraculous Ladybug

2025-02-06T22:37:17Z

Glassling:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2025/02/06
|Location=Office Room
|Synopsis=Miraculous Ladybug is looked into, and it's NOT WHO YOU THINK! Please for your perusal, your edification, your <3...HAWKMOTH'S INTERVIEW!
|Cast of Characters=281,156
|Tinyplot=Mahou 101
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The kind of paper that you want to crush in your fist, sits on his table. It stares at him, mocking him. Wanting his attention, yet being so obviously a trap. Or not a trap, perhaps it's something else. There's no way it is...what it seems to be? Wanted, one interviewee for research. Simple enough, but for some reasons Gabriel would have taken note. It was not a one-line advertisement, for all that it could have been. Because beneath, it had said something that it should not. Heck, nobody should even know it. For that matter, HE wanted them to not know it. 'Regarding Miraculouses' There are many different ways to respond to that kind of thing. But, given that the person Left Their Phone Number??? Well then. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' It's a poster that mocks him. An impossible advertisement, because surely anyone else who knew about the Miraculouses - like those blasted teenagers - would know to ''keep their mouths shut''. ...Surely, they would keep their mouths shut. ...Can he really count on the restraint of teenagers? No, no, he can't. Even his own son has been displaying a rebellious streak lately, choosing his own romantic partner, being determined to stay school lodgings instead of a safe and proper home environment. Chat Noir and Ladybug could indeed have let slip important information to someone with dubious aims... (No, this is not at all ironic.) There's only one way to find out. The phone number is dialed. "How do you know about the Miraculous?" he demands, the moment the call is picked up. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The offer to 'connect videocall' is available the moment Gabriel's call is received, but it's likely he would not notice given how distracted he is at this time. And honestly if he did he'd only get a view of someone's ceiling, given that the person on the other end is AWFUL at framing. But it does pick up! Step one complete! "No I don't need any more electronics right now, but you hold onto them for a bit while I finish with the ones you've all sent! It's great that you're all so enthusiastic, but only so much at one time, kay?" Her voice, the female voice on the other end, is nasally and sounds distinctly nerdish, even to him. It then hangs up on him, but almost immediately his phone rings again. It's the same number. She's calling back, probably having just realized what he'd actually said. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' Naturally, Hawkmoth had expected something a bit more - grand. Or at least, overtly mocking, for one of those children to sneer about how he'd fallen for their prank. He had not expected an unfamiliar voice to accuse him of having ''electronics to sell'' and then hang up on hm. What... is happening here? No, genuinely. What's happening here? When the phone calls him back, he answers, this time making certain to direct the camera so the mysterious caller would see nothing of him. "Is this how you conduct all of your interviews, young lady?" He demands, haughty and irked. "Hanging up on those who take time out of their day to respond to your advertisements?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, so sorry about that. You have no idea how annoying teenagers can be when they want something and don't want to have to work for it," is the response. She sounds almost relieved, that this isn't one of THOSE calls. "Normally I don't get people actually phoning me unless it's that. Where are you? I'll be right over." Shifting the phone from one hand to the other, the sound goes a bit less loud for a moment then returns. "To be honest I didn't expect that advertisement to actually work. Those guys are really secretive, and it's messing with my data collection. Do you have time now? I can be wherever you are in..." Pause. "Twelve and a half minutes, if I take the bus. Ooh I've never been on a bus before, that'll be exciting!" 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "I... believe that should have been my sentiment," Hawkmoth says, and he is feeling properly bamboozled now, thrown off-guard entirely. It isn't generally the nature of teenagers to flock together and dismiss all complaints against their kinds as the out of touch nature of adults? "Well, given our secretive nature, it was quite concerning to see an advertisement so blatantly discussing the topic. I wouldn't have called if I didn't have time to get the bottom of this -" A beat. "Are you tracking my location via this phone call?" Partially disbelieving, partially glad indeed that he'd decided to make this call from an office unrelated to Gabriel Agreste and the Gabriel line. Ha! Take that, Nathalie, his paranoia was once again becoming useful. Wait, no, focus on the important thing. "Are you even aware of who you're speaking with? Shouldn't you be more cautious about meeting with strangers?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' After a slight delay, the female on the other end says, "Not yet? I mean, I'm sure I'd get there eventually but it's not necessary since you were calling me and we'd eventually meet in person anyway. I mean, sure, I'm calling you NOW but that was the initial situation that we were in at the time and this is technically still the same conversation even if it has derailed quite a bit given the initial presentation changing considerably." She pauses after that run-on babble, then says, "Can we meet? I really do need to talk to someone about the Miraculouses, and you can ask me anything you want if I can ask you the same. It's for SCIENCE!" She literally pronounces the capital letters, you can hear them in your bones. "And no, I'm not tracking your location. I did that before you even picked up, it's a really low security system they have here. Ridiculous if they actually want to keep someone out. You can write code to bypass it without even being totally awake. I know, I tried!" 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "You tracked my location before I picked up the call," he repeats, and if before he was bewildered, now he's impressed. "I have to say, even without a direct meeting, you're the most interesting teenager I've met. Fine. I will allow you to meet with me - I do believe I would like to speak with you about the Miraculous." Someone brilliant with technology, but curious about the magical arts... intriguing. "Including how you discovered their secret without possessing one of your own. Miraculous Wielders are a secretive bunch." If she doesn't know who she's speaking with, he sees no reason to directly inform her. And then - "Do you have a preference for beverages and snacks? I'll have something prepared for you." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl, young lady, or woman on the other end says, "Cool! I drink fizzy beverages and only eat tiny snacks that can be eaten with one single bite. I'll be right over!" She can be heard to be smiling, but then there's a pause. She considers, and then she says something that'll be ...if not 'nice' then at least valuable. "For future reference, if you don't want to be tracked so easily? Don't pick up when someone hangs up on you and then calls right back. That's part of the process to nail down a hard trace in a hurry." And then, she's hung up again. On her way, it seems. AN INTERESTING PERSON??? Oh yes. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "Fizzy beverages and single bite portions, understood," Hawkmoth repeats, and snaps a finger at the wait staff - they come hurriedly, less out of fear and more in hope of tips. A cosplayer who's rented out their entire location for the sake of a single meeting? Surely, he'll tip well if they provide excellent service! (And he actually will, by the time this meeting is done.) The tip is useful, which is far more important than niceness. He takes mental note of it. "Your guidance is appreciated, miss. I look forward to meeting you." She's hung up on him, of course, and he's sitting back, considering his options, considering the fact that he'd expected a prank and is now considering an actual recruitment endeavor, depending on how the rest of the meeting goes. By the time Entrapta gets off the bus and arrives at the location, she'll be met by the staff who eagerly escort her inside. An assortment of fizzy drinks has been selected on a table, ranging from the alcoholic to still-sealed bottles of Ramune, along with delicate samples of the cafe's best treats and snacks, from sandwiches cut to order as bite-sized snacks to delicate portions of poached fish above tiny bites of rice, as savory goods, and single-bite sized cakes and macarons as sweet options. Hawkmoth, dressed in his henshin - is settled at one end of the table. The other seats are all open, for Entrapta to sit where she pleases. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "This way," a voice says outside of the door. "Please." It sounds polite, professional, but Gabriel's experienced ear would know that it is the sound of a staff member who is carefully guiding a troublesome client. And it's not long to find out exactly why. "This place is amazing! I've never seen anything quite like it! Can I touch things? I'm touching things. Ooh, this is neat too!" She sounds like an alien finding its way through Earth for the first time, which...well, that's not totally impossible? But not likely, it's also possible this is a more mundane option. She's wearing coveralls. Purple, but still, workman's gear. And has violet hair, a nice shade that anyone else would have called a simple purple but clearly not a dye job. There IS no dye that is that exact shade. Further interesting. Hawkmoth is, believe it or not, an artist after all. "Hello! Are you the person I was talking to?" the lady asks. "I'm not allowed to talk to anyone else about this stuff, given its...sensitive nature." And the door hasn't even closed behind her, and the servant hasn't totally left, and she is clearly a security risk. "Ooh, tiny snacks!" She eats one, then puts a few in her pockets and takes a drink with a straw seemingly at random. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' A familiar tone - Gabriel isn't, precisely, a troublesome client, but in his climb to the top he has encountered many. That painfully polite escort is guiding along a most excitable individual, exclaiming over touching things - perhaps someone rather poor? This shop is relatively high-end, of course, as suits his preference, but still - And then his mysterious interviewer appears, a young woman in purple overalls, workman's gear of durable make that's skimped on the personalization. These are clothes meant for protection, but without much sentimental attachment, it would seem - not tailored for the wearer, but protective of her nonetheless. The hair and eyes are more interesting, if only for the fact that with the former being natural, surely the latter is as well... "I am," he says, and stands to offer the young lady his arm, to guide her to her seat. He tips his head at the server, indicating that they may go. Clearly, she's the sort to be overly focused on a goal, and not the delicate matters of secrecy. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, have a seat." The server disappears and the door shuts, and he is amused at her uncouth behavior, snatching up treats and then tucking them away. Poverty is seeming more and more likely. "I am Hawkmoth. And you, my mysterious Interviewer? What would you like to be called?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' That causes the girl to pause, noticeably long as she considers. "Well, I've been told to call myself one name," oh yeah, she's not used to secrets. "..while you know that there's this layer of what is and what others are allowed to know, and even if I am Enissa then that's not really who I am, if that makes sense? This isn't my field of expertise." NO REALLY I'D NEVER HAVE GUESSED She shrugs, then says, "Enissa von Trapp? That's what it says on my name tag." To be fair, nobody usually asks her name during these interviews. "But that's not important, we've got science to do!" She pulls out a pad and a pencil. "I have to let you know, I'm recording this for the research." She doesn't seem to be. But she does have a lot of pockets. "You said you know something about the Miraculouses? I would love it if you could tell me about them, my net hasn't come back with much at all yet and it's frustrating." She leans forward. "Seriously, you have no idea." 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' The real tell that he's French is the exquisite control over his facial expressions, including the ability to hide reflexive disdain. Really, he would have never guessed that she wasn't familiar with the art of subterfuge. Enissa von Trapp. Not precisely what he would have expected from a false name, given it's exceeding oddity, but he'll do his best to seek out the name she's so clearly hiding. (Funny, how it was generally the mundane names that were hidden, rather than the other way around.) "We do indeed have science to do," he says, with all ready amusement - and sincere interest. While he certainly doesn't have anything close to trust in the girl, he's certainly interested in what she has to say and what she can do. She'd tracked him, after all. "I anticipated that you would seek to record me, and my only request is a copy of what you produce, in return for my cooperation. It only seems fair, wouldn't you say?" As if Hawkmoth was one to talk about fairness! "I am a Miraculous user myself. I can certainly tell you something about the frustrations of learning about them - it has been something of a long-term project of my own. Would this network happen to include individuals by the name of Ladybug or Chat Noir?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Her eyes light up. "I'd be happy to share my data with you! Nobody ever asks to see it, and it's really not the kind of thing that I can share around the dorms." She's a student at the university. "Even if I can't really talk to half the students because they can't understand me anyway." Advanced classes? Or remedial. Probably advanced. "But don't worry about that. The math doesn't work out, since you can ask me questions too, but I absolutely don't mind you having access to what I'm doing. It's fascinating, I think it could grow into so much more than the initial project ever could have dreamed of being!" But she's getting sidetracked, and Hawkmoth's next words get her attention again. "DO YOU HAVE ONE? Can I see it? I haven't been able to contact either of them, they're absolute pains about hiding, even from people on their side!" To be fair, they're usually just busy. But she sees it that way. "Also, I didn't know their names. So that ...actually doesn't help much at all. Hrm." 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' So she lives in dorms - more than likely at a nearby university, or that ''academy'' that's set itself up as their opposing force, with the weakening barrier. And she has trouble connecting with her peers - and more importantly, she's interviewed other subjects, who haven't share her keen interest in research. Other magical types, perhaps? He can't leap to conclusions. It could always be her coding work that others can't keep up with. And she's capable of comprehending social manipulations - they ''are'' interviewing ''each'' other, after all - but doesn't seem to take offense. Honestly, this could be the most interesting teenager he's ever met, and sadly, he has to include his own child in that pool. "What was the initial project, if I may ask?" Of course, the question could go unnoticed in the burst of excitement that is her swift reaction to his words. "To answer in order, I do have one, you may see it with your eyes and not your hands or instruments, and I'm not surprised those two are hiding even from their own allies. They're quite defensive." Gee, I wonder why. "What all do you know about the Miraculous?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The first question he asks, she answers. "They want to be able to communicate with each other. Honestly it's the least aggressive way to approach the possibilities, doesn't use a thousandth of what knowing all the types of magic can potentially do. Sometimes I wonder if they even know their own ability." She pauses, then adds, "But they're nice, so I suppose I can accomodate it. I'm getting so much more than that done though!" His words make her frown a little. "Well, it's enough. I don't suppose you can let me see some of the magic it can do, can you? That should let me be able to connect to the other Miraculouses, given enough time and research and of course depending on how strong the readings are, I am so tired of magical girls not wanting me to know half of the story." She pauses, then points at him. "It's my turn to ask a question, but...so far? I know that they're magical tools that don't fall into the other categories. I really need to get a reading off of one, and maybe a history." 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' They must be the other mahoujin that have chosen to be Obsidian's enemies. But communication? Is that truly their highest priority? No, think it through. What does it reveal about their enemies, that they are so disorganized that they are still seeking communication methods, rather than the wealth of potential opportunities that researching their magic could provide? "An interesting proposition of theirs. Still, it's always best to be able to accomplish other goals in pursuit of the original." Nice. Yes, he supposes from a certain angle, those wretched brats must seem nice. "I will allow you to witness it's magic," he confirms, and smiles faintly as she confirms that that was a second question. "You're quite correct. It was your turn to ask, but it seemed appropriate to see how much your allies have shared." And then - after another keen glance at the girl - he gestures to the butterfly shaped broach at his throat, settled in the place a bowtie or tie might be associated. "This is my Miraculous, the Butterfly. You are correct that a Miraculous is indeed a magical tool. Removing it disrupts the transformation. I'm afraid we're not familiar enough to allow that." Enough. Implying that perhaps in the future that may change. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' She waves her hand, looking awkward about it. Her motions give away a lot more; she's not used to normal motions, not even as much as teenagers tend to be in this general phase of life. "I don't care what you look like underneath it," she says before leaning in. Her hands sketch the butterfly, quickly, and she nods. "That's not a butterfly," she adds firmly. "That's a different species. Some kind of moth, actually." She isn't asking, she knows her stuff this girl does. "Appreciated, appreciated. Where did they come from, do you know? The history of the Miraculouses is very protected. I swear I won't share what you don't want me to, this is entirely so I can try to decipher any readings I might get off of it." Also she really wants to touch it, her right hand says as she reaches out, seemingly without meaning to do so. The food seems to have faded in her attention, this is much more important now. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' ''He'' cares about her knowing what he looks like underneath, but he doesn't care to take the time it would require to express that in a way this girl - clearly preoccupied with her own interests - would understand. Instead, he focuses on the business at hand. "Correct. This is a Hawkmoth, which is why I took the name. The butterfly category was evidently quite flexible when the Miraculous were crafted, approximately five thousand years ago, in the country now titled the People's Republic of China." His hand rises, somewhat protectively, as she reaches out, but he doesn't push her hand away, waiting to see what she'll do. If he tries to grab the Miraculous, of course, he'll swat her hand away. "Each Miraculous acts as a conduit and housing place for a being called a Kwami, which is the true source of the Miraculous' power." And with that, he has a question of his own: "Now... to take us back a moment, you ''were'' saying something about connecting with the other Miraculous...? It would be necessary to, if your goal is communication, to be able to establish a connection with them. Is that something you've managed, before?" He can't give away how interested he is in the topic. For all the girl has been willing to share, there's some measure of loyalty and shared knowledge, given she'd provided a name that's clearly more cover than anything else. If he indicates he wishes to ''find'' the others, she may shy away. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Her hand gets swatted, though really she may just have been wanting to touch the jewel. She has this complete lack of hesitation, it's uncanny in the proper meaning of the term. The little things stick out; she's not from around here. That much is certain. Pouting a little at not being allowed to touch, the pencil gets back to work. "I have that location on my charts, but I'd have to check to see what it was, or where, at that position in time." She seems to be mumbling, that's not as important to her. "Oh it's entirely possible! I haven't managed it yet, no, but the big problem of connecting to a dozen different types of magic is that you need to be able to somehow identify the magic! I've only just begun my research, so the more accurate the data I can collect on a type, the more I can do with it!" Makes sense, put that way. If you haven't got the band of the radio, you'd be scanning for ages to find the right frequency. But having someone's radio tuned to the correct station would jumpstart everything. "Frankly how defensive people are is making it something of a chore, but ...honestly, I like the research. It's not so bad, having to work for what you want. Especially when it's such a complex subject!" 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' Perhaps in the future, she'll be permitted the opportunity to touch a Miraculous. Not his, of course, that would be too dangerous, but another. The Peacock, if necessary, but preferentially, the Ladybug, or the Cat. When she delivered them to him. What, of course he's going to akumatize her eventually. How could anyone possibly be shocked by that idea? More interesting is her answer. "Of course, of course. Identifying the various magical varieties would allow you to identify the... signature? I suppose, of the magic itself, like seeking out the tell-tale signs of an artist's work when identifying a piece." Every artist - be they of fabric, paints, or living beings, had a signature. It only seems natural that magic would as well. "I imagine the majority of your peers are rather anxious about having their items taken away. Given my own hesitance, I suppose I can't fault them too heavily." He absolutely can, and will. So much of this would be unnecessary if Chat Noir and Ladybug would just hand over their Miraculous! "While I can't allow you to touch the Butterfly, I can allow you to see it's power. Would you like to?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The response the girl gives is complex. She reaches into her pocket, then pulls out a crystal. Setting it in front of her, it begins to float in mid-air. And then to glow, very slightly. She angles it very precisely, not saying anything aloud, until some aspect of the crystal known only to her is achieved. "I certainly do now," she says, sitting back in her seat. "Oh, it's just a sensory tool. Very simple, I can give you one if you want. It's a very basic wavelength measuring tool from back home." She rubs her right eye with a finger, not worried about anything but taking a moment. Then she looks at Hawk Moth. "There's no chance that you could do it more than once, for a repeat measurement? Not super important, the biggest thing is that you're willing to do it even once! You're really contributing to my work!" She pauses once again, then pulls out a purloined snack from her pocket, and noms it down. Eat when your body says that you're hungry, apparently. Some scientists do that, maybe there's more to it? Also, -where is she from-??? 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' At the production of a glowing, floating crystal, Hawkmoth considers the girl in front of him almost warily, for a moment, thinking briefly, ''is this another unicorn?'' Then, he allows himself a second to resent the turns his life has taken, that that was a thought both sane and possible. Only ''then'' does he respond to her matter of fact offer. "I would like one, thank you. As I'm sure you've discovered, we don't have tools quite like this." Yes, they have machines to complete wavelength measuring, but none of conveniently sized, and also none which were a floating, glowing crystal. Where ''is'' she from? Please, don't let it be the unicorn dimension. The world - and the sun - truly doesn't need that sort of chaos. "Yes, I could do it more than once, but only after the initial effect has concluded. How many opportunities we'll have will depend on you, given that we're the only two present in the room." Useful - akuma couldn't pass through solid objects. Cupping his hands together he concentrates - and from within his cupped hands comes into being a pure white butterfly. Opening them, he allows Enissa a moment to consider the butterfly. "This, you can touch. The Butterfly Miraculous allows for the creation of these butterflies, which, when further empowered, fly to those experiencing strong negative emotion, and gifts them power with which to change their situation." All technically true. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' There's a nod, but the girl doesn't distract herself to 'get another crystal' right now. One assumes it'll happen at a later point in the discussion. Or not, given how focused she is on other things just now. "I could do a lot more with better gear, too, so don't worry about ...your tech..." She's staring, her eyes and attention all for the budding Lepidoptera. She reaches out, touching with a fingertip. Fascinated. "Faaascinating," she says, in that so amazing voice. So wrong, but so very, very 'her'. She doesn't look away, but she does say, "I wish I had any negative in me. I mean, I can try," she screws up her face a moment to 'try and be negative' but it lasts like, a heartbeat. Nope. Her eyes are slowly opened, fully opened. Locked on the butterfly, and on what it means. "I'm sorry, I..this is astounding. I need to get somewhere I can decipher the data on it!" I THINK that means that she's going soon? Or that she's planning to build a laboratory in the lavatory. Go with the first one. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "You can't force it," Hawkmoth says, simply. He can already tell the girl ''doesn't'' have any negative in her - there's not even simple annoyance or aggravation right now - the Miraculous would ''tell'' him. "It has to be a genuine, strong emotion. However, I am sure there will be opportunities for you to observe the effect in action." And then, he considers, eyeing the girl, and offers, casually, "You could take it with you. In this state, it doesn't have the full force of my Miraculous behind it, but it is still an object created by it. So long as it has access to flowers, it will persist far longer than an ordinary butterfly." If he ''had'' changed it from butterfly-moth to akuma, it would immediately seek out the nearest source of negative emotion, to create an akuma. Like this, it's less useful, but it's still his creation, and he's still connected to it. Learning more about the mahoujin on the other side would be more than helpful. "You're free to take the snacks, as well." 
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2299/Mahou 101: Miraculous Ladybug

2025-02-06T05:55:05Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The kind of paper that you want to crush in your fist, sits on his table. It stares at him, mocking him. Wanting his attention, yet being so obviously a trap. Or not a trap, perhaps it's something else. There's no way it is...what it seems to be? Wanted, one interviewee for research. Simple enough, but for some reasons Gabriel would have taken note. It was not a one-line advertisement, for all that it could have been. Because beneath, it had said something that it should not. Heck, nobody should even know it. For that matter, HE wanted them to not know it. 'Regarding Miraculouses' There are many different ways to respond to that kind of thing. But, given that the person Left Their Phone Number??? Well then. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' It's a poster that mocks him. An impossible advertisement, because surely anyone else who knew about the Miraculouses - like those blasted teenagers - would know to ''keep their mouths shut''. ...Surely, they would keep their mouths shut. ...Can he really count on the restraint of teenagers? No, no, he can't. Even his own son has been displaying a rebellious streak lately, choosing his own romantic partner, being determined to stay school lodgings instead of a safe and proper home environment. Chat Noir and Ladybug could indeed have let slip important information to someone with dubious aims... (No, this is not at all ironic.) There's only one way to find out. The phone number is dialed. "How do you know about the Miraculous?" he demands, the moment the call is picked up. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The offer to 'connect videocall' is available the moment Gabriel's call is received, but it's likely he would not notice given how distracted he is at this time. And honestly if he did he'd only get a view of someone's ceiling, given that the person on the other end is AWFUL at framing. But it does pick up! Step one complete! "No I don't need any more electronics right now, but you hold onto them for a bit while I finish with the ones you've all sent! It's great that you're all so enthusiastic, but only so much at one time, kay?" Her voice, the female voice on the other end, is nasally and sounds distinctly nerdish, even to him. It then hangs up on him, but almost immediately his phone rings again. It's the same number. She's calling back, probably having just realized what he'd actually said. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' Naturally, Hawkmoth had expected something a bit more - grand. Or at least, overtly mocking, for one of those children to sneer about how he'd fallen for their prank. He had not expected an unfamiliar voice to accuse him of having ''electronics to sell'' and then hang up on hm. What... is happening here? No, genuinely. What's happening here? When the phone calls him back, he answers, this time making certain to direct the camera so the mysterious caller would see nothing of him. "Is this how you conduct all of your interviews, young lady?" He demands, haughty and irked. "Hanging up on those who take time out of their day to respond to your advertisements?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, so sorry about that. You have no idea how annoying teenagers can be when they want something and don't want to have to work for it," is the response. She sounds almost relieved, that this isn't one of THOSE calls. "Normally I don't get people actually phoning me unless it's that. Where are you? I'll be right over." Shifting the phone from one hand to the other, the sound goes a bit less loud for a moment then returns. "To be honest I didn't expect that advertisement to actually work. Those guys are really secretive, and it's messing with my data collection. Do you have time now? I can be wherever you are in..." Pause. "Twelve and a half minutes, if I take the bus. Ooh I've never been on a bus before, that'll be exciting!" 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "I... believe that should have been my sentiment," Hawkmoth says, and he is feeling properly bamboozled now, thrown off-guard entirely. It isn't generally the nature of teenagers to flock together and dismiss all complaints against their kinds as the out of touch nature of adults? "Well, given our secretive nature, it was quite concerning to see an advertisement so blatantly discussing the topic. I wouldn't have called if I didn't have time to get the bottom of this -" A beat. "Are you tracking my location via this phone call?" Partially disbelieving, partially glad indeed that he'd decided to make this call from an office unrelated to Gabriel Agreste and the Gabriel line. Ha! Take that, Nathalie, his paranoia was once again becoming useful. Wait, no, focus on the important thing. "Are you even aware of who you're speaking with? Shouldn't you be more cautious about meeting with strangers?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' After a slight delay, the female on the other end says, "Not yet? I mean, I'm sure I'd get there eventually but it's not necessary since you were calling me and we'd eventually meet in person anyway. I mean, sure, I'm calling you NOW but that was the initial situation that we were in at the time and this is technically still the same conversation even if it has derailed quite a bit given the initial presentation changing considerably." She pauses after that run-on babble, then says, "Can we meet? I really do need to talk to someone about the Miraculouses, and you can ask me anything you want if I can ask you the same. It's for SCIENCE!" She literally pronounces the capital letters, you can hear them in your bones. "And no, I'm not tracking your location. I did that before you even picked up, it's a really low security system they have here. Ridiculous if they actually want to keep someone out. You can write code to bypass it without even being totally awake. I know, I tried!" 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "You tracked my location before I picked up the call," he repeats, and if before he was bewildered, now he's impressed. "I have to say, even without a direct meeting, you're the most interesting teenager I've met. Fine. I will allow you to meet with me - I do believe I would like to speak with you about the Miraculous." Someone brilliant with technology, but curious about the magical arts... intriguing. "Including how you discovered their secret without possessing one of your own. Miraculous Wielders are a secretive bunch." If she doesn't know who she's speaking with, he sees no reason to directly inform her. And then - "Do you have a preference for beverages and snacks? I'll have something prepared for you." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl, young lady, or woman on the other end says, "Cool! I drink fizzy beverages and only eat tiny snacks that can be eaten with one single bite. I'll be right over!" She can be heard to be smiling, but then there's a pause. She considers, and then she says something that'll be ...if not 'nice' then at least valuable. "For future reference, if you don't want to be tracked so easily? Don't pick up when someone hangs up on you and then calls right back. That's part of the process to nail down a hard trace in a hurry." And then, she's hung up again. On her way, it seems. AN INTERESTING PERSON??? Oh yes. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "Fizzy beverages and single bite portions, understood," Hawkmoth repeats, and snaps a finger at the wait staff - they come hurriedly, less out of fear and more in hope of tips. A cosplayer who's rented out their entire location for the sake of a single meeting? Surely, he'll tip well if they provide excellent service! (And he actually will, by the time this meeting is done.) The tip is useful, which is far more important than niceness. He takes mental note of it. "Your guidance is appreciated, miss. I look forward to meeting you." She's hung up on him, of course, and he's sitting back, considering his options, considering the fact that he'd expected a prank and is now considering an actual recruitment endeavor, depending on how the rest of the meeting goes. By the time Entrapta gets off the bus and arrives at the location, she'll be met by the staff who eagerly escort her inside. An assortment of fizzy drinks has been selected on a table, ranging from the alcoholic to still-sealed bottles of Ramune, along with delicate samples of the cafe's best treats and snacks, from sandwiches cut to order as bite-sized snacks to delicate portions of poached fish above tiny bites of rice, as savory goods, and single-bite sized cakes and macarons as sweet options. Hawkmoth, dressed in his henshin - is settled at one end of the table. The other seats are all open, for Entrapta to sit where she pleases. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "This way," a voice says outside of the door. "Please." It sounds polite, professional, but Gabriel's experienced ear would know that it is the sound of a staff member who is carefully guiding a troublesome client. And it's not long to find out exactly why. "This place is amazing! I've never seen anything quite like it! Can I touch things? I'm touching things. Ooh, this is neat too!" She sounds like an alien finding its way through Earth for the first time, which...well, that's not totally impossible? But not likely, it's also possible this is a more mundane option. She's wearing coveralls. Purple, but still, workman's gear. And has violet hair, a nice shade that anyone else would have called a simple purple but clearly not a dye job. There IS no dye that is that exact shade. Further interesting. Hawkmoth is, believe it or not, an artist after all. "Hello! Are you the person I was talking to?" the lady asks. "I'm not allowed to talk to anyone else about this stuff, given its...sensitive nature." And the door hasn't even closed behind her, and the servant hasn't totally left, and she is clearly a security risk. "Ooh, tiny snacks!" She eats one, then puts a few in her pockets and takes a drink with a straw seemingly at random. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' A familiar tone - Gabriel isn't, precisely, a troublesome client, but in his climb to the top he has encountered many. That painfully polite escort is guiding along a most excitable individual, exclaiming over touching things - perhaps someone rather poor? This shop is relatively high-end, of course, as suits his preference, but still - And then his mysterious interviewer appears, a young woman in purple overalls, workman's gear of durable make that's skimped on the personalization. These are clothes meant for protection, but without much sentimental attachment, it would seem - not tailored for the wearer, but protective of her nonetheless. The hair and eyes are more interesting, if only for the fact that with the former being natural, surely the latter is as well... "I am," he says, and stands to offer the young lady his arm, to guide her to her seat. He tips his head at the server, indicating that they may go. Clearly, she's the sort to be overly focused on a goal, and not the delicate matters of secrecy. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, have a seat." The server disappears and the door shuts, and he is amused at her uncouth behavior, snatching up treats and then tucking them away. Poverty is seeming more and more likely. "I am Hawkmoth. And you, my mysterious Interviewer? What would you like to be called?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' That causes the girl to pause, noticeably long as she considers. "Well, I've been told to call myself one name," oh yeah, she's not used to secrets. "..while you know that there's this layer of what is and what others are allowed to know, and even if I am Enissa then that's not really who I am, if that makes sense? This isn't my field of expertise." NO REALLY I'D NEVER HAVE GUESSED She shrugs, then says, "Enissa von Trapp? That's what it says on my name tag." To be fair, nobody usually asks her name during these interviews. "But that's not important, we've got science to do!" She pulls out a pad and a pencil. "I have to let you know, I'm recording this for the research." She doesn't seem to be. But she does have a lot of pockets. "You said you know something about the Miraculouses? I would love it if you could tell me about them, my net hasn't come back with much at all yet and it's frustrating." She leans forward. "Seriously, you have no idea." 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' The real tell that he's French is the exquisite control over his facial expressions, including the ability to hide reflexive disdain. Really, he would have never guessed that she wasn't familiar with the art of subterfuge. Enissa von Trapp. Not precisely what he would have expected from a false name, given it's exceeding oddity, but he'll do his best to seek out the name she's so clearly hiding. (Funny, how it was generally the mundane names that were hidden, rather than the other way around.) "We do indeed have science to do," he says, with all ready amusement - and sincere interest. While he certainly doesn't have anything close to trust in the girl, he's certainly interested in what she has to say and what she can do. She'd tracked him, after all. "I anticipated that you would seek to record me, and my only request is a copy of what you produce, in return for my cooperation. It only seems fair, wouldn't you say?" As if Hawkmoth was one to talk about fairness! "I am a Miraculous user myself. I can certainly tell you something about the frustrations of learning about them - it has been something of a long-term project of my own. Would this network happen to include individuals by the name of Ladybug or Chat Noir?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Her eyes light up. "I'd be happy to share my data with you! Nobody ever asks to see it, and it's really not the kind of thing that I can share around the dorms." She's a student at the university. "Even if I can't really talk to half the students because they can't understand me anyway." Advanced classes? Or remedial. Probably advanced. "But don't worry about that. The math doesn't work out, since you can ask me questions too, but I absolutely don't mind you having access to what I'm doing. It's fascinating, I think it could grow into so much more than the initial project ever could have dreamed of being!" But she's getting sidetracked, and Hawkmoth's next words get her attention again. "DO YOU HAVE ONE? Can I see it? I haven't been able to contact either of them, they're absolute pains about hiding, even from people on their side!" To be fair, they're usually just busy. But she sees it that way. "Also, I didn't know their names. So that ...actually doesn't help much at all. Hrm." 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' So she lives in dorms - more than likely at a nearby university, or that ''academy'' that's set itself up as their opposing force, with the weakening barrier. And she has trouble connecting with her peers - and more importantly, she's interviewed other subjects, who haven't share her keen interest in research. Other magical types, perhaps? He can't leap to conclusions. It could always be her coding work that others can't keep up with. And she's capable of comprehending social manipulations - they ''are'' interviewing ''each'' other, after all - but doesn't seem to take offense. Honestly, this could be the most interesting teenager he's ever met, and sadly, he has to include his own child in that pool. "What was the initial project, if I may ask?" Of course, the question could go unnoticed in the burst of excitement that is her swift reaction to his words. "To answer in order, I do have one, you may see it with your eyes and not your hands or instruments, and I'm not surprised those two are hiding even from their own allies. They're quite defensive." Gee, I wonder why. "What all do you know about the Miraculous?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The first question he asks, she answers. "They want to be able to communicate with each other. Honestly it's the least aggressive way to approach the possibilities, doesn't use a thousandth of what knowing all the types of magic can potentially do. Sometimes I wonder if they even know their own ability." She pauses, then adds, "But they're nice, so I suppose I can accomodate it. I'm getting so much more than that done though!" His words make her frown a little. "Well, it's enough. I don't suppose you can let me see some of the magic it can do, can you? That should let me be able to connect to the other Miraculouses, given enough time and research and of course depending on how strong the readings are, I am so tired of magical girls not wanting me to know half of the story." She pauses, then points at him. "It's my turn to ask a question, but...so far? I know that they're magical tools that don't fall into the other categories. I really need to get a reading off of one, and maybe a history." 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' They must be the other mahoujin that have chosen to be Obsidian's enemies. But communication? Is that truly their highest priority? No, think it through. What does it reveal about their enemies, that they are so disorganized that they are still seeking communication methods, rather than the wealth of potential opportunities that researching their magic could provide? "An interesting proposition of theirs. Still, it's always best to be able to accomplish other goals in pursuit of the original." Nice. Yes, he supposes from a certain angle, those wretched brats must seem nice. "I will allow you to witness it's magic," he confirms, and smiles faintly as she confirms that that was a second question. "You're quite correct. It was your turn to ask, but it seemed appropriate to see how much your allies have shared." And then - after another keen glance at the girl - he gestures to the butterfly shaped broach at his throat, settled in the place a bowtie or tie might be associated. "This is my Miraculous, the Butterfly. You are correct that a Miraculous is indeed a magical tool. Removing it disrupts the transformation. I'm afraid we're not familiar enough to allow that." Enough. Implying that perhaps in the future that may change. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' She waves her hand, looking awkward about it. Her motions give away a lot more; she's not used to normal motions, not even as much as teenagers tend to be in this general phase of life. "I don't care what you look like underneath it," she says before leaning in. Her hands sketch the butterfly, quickly, and she nods. "That's not a butterfly," she adds firmly. "That's a different species. Some kind of moth, actually." She isn't asking, she knows her stuff this girl does. "Appreciated, appreciated. Where did they come from, do you know? The history of the Miraculouses is very protected. I swear I won't share what you don't want me to, this is entirely so I can try to decipher any readings I might get off of it." Also she really wants to touch it, her right hand says as she reaches out, seemingly without meaning to do so. The food seems to have faded in her attention, this is much more important now. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' ''He'' cares about her knowing what he looks like underneath, but he doesn't care to take the time it would require to express that in a way this girl - clearly preoccupied with her own interests - would understand. Instead, he focuses on the business at hand. "Correct. This is a Hawkmoth, which is why I took the name. The butterfly category was evidently quite flexible when the Miraculous were crafted, approximately five thousand years ago, in the country now titled the People's Republic of China." His hand rises, somewhat protectively, as she reaches out, but he doesn't push her hand away, waiting to see what she'll do. If he tries to grab the Miraculous, of course, he'll swat her hand away. "Each Miraculous acts as a conduit and housing place for a being called a Kwami, which is the true source of the Miraculous' power." And with that, he has a question of his own: "Now... to take us back a moment, you ''were'' saying something about connecting with the other Miraculous...? It would be necessary to, if your goal is communication, to be able to establish a connection with them. Is that something you've managed, before?" He can't give away how interested he is in the topic. For all the girl has been willing to share, there's some measure of loyalty and shared knowledge, given she'd provided a name that's clearly more cover than anything else. If he indicates he wishes to ''find'' the others, she may shy away. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Her hand gets swatted, though really she may just have been wanting to touch the jewel. She has this complete lack of hesitation, it's uncanny in the proper meaning of the term. The little things stick out; she's not from around here. That much is certain. Pouting a little at not being allowed to touch, the pencil gets back to work. "I have that location on my charts, but I'd have to check to see what it was, or where, at that position in time." She seems to be mumbling, that's not as important to her. "Oh it's entirely possible! I haven't managed it yet, no, but the big problem of connecting to a dozen different types of magic is that you need to be able to somehow identify the magic! I've only just begun my research, so the more accurate the data I can collect on a type, the more I can do with it!" Makes sense, put that way. If you haven't got the band of the radio, you'd be scanning for ages to find the right frequency. But having someone's radio tuned to the correct station would jumpstart everything. "Frankly how defensive people are is making it something of a chore, but ...honestly, I like the research. It's not so bad, having to work for what you want. Especially when it's such a complex subject!" 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' Perhaps in the future, she'll be permitted the opportunity to touch a Miraculous. Not his, of course, that would be too dangerous, but another. The Peacock, if necessary, but preferentially, the Ladybug, or the Cat. When she delivered them to him. What, of course he's going to akumatize her eventually. How could anyone possibly be shocked by that idea? More interesting is her answer. "Of course, of course. Identifying the various magical varieties would allow you to identify the... signature? I suppose, of the magic itself, like seeking out the tell-tale signs of an artist's work when identifying a piece." Every artist - be they of fabric, paints, or living beings, had a signature. It only seems natural that magic would as well. "I imagine the majority of your peers are rather anxious about having their items taken away. Given my own hesitance, I suppose I can't fault them too heavily." He absolutely can, and will. So much of this would be unnecessary if Chat Noir and Ladybug would just hand over their Miraculous! "While I can't allow you to touch the Butterfly, I can allow you to see it's power. Would you like to?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The response the girl gives is complex. She reaches into her pocket, then pulls out a crystal. Setting it in front of her, it begins to float in mid-air. And then to glow, very slightly. She angles it very precisely, not saying anything aloud, until some aspect of the crystal known only to her is achieved. "I certainly do now," she says, sitting back in her seat. "Oh, it's just a sensory tool. Very simple, I can give you one if you want. It's a very basic wavelength measuring tool from back home." She rubs her right eye with a finger, not worried about anything but taking a moment. Then she looks at Hawk Moth. "There's no chance that you could do it more than once, for a repeat measurement? Not super important, the biggest thing is that you're willing to do it even once! You're really contributing to my work!" She pauses once again, then pulls out a purloined snack from her pocket, and noms it down. Eat when your body says that you're hungry, apparently. Some scientists do that, maybe there's more to it? Also, -where is she from-??? 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' At the production of a glowing, floating crystal, Hawkmoth considers the girl in front of him almost warily, for a moment, thinking briefly, ''is this another unicorn?'' Then, he allows himself a second to resent the turns his life has taken, that that was a thought both sane and possible. Only ''then'' does he respond to her matter of fact offer. "I would like one, thank you. As I'm sure you've discovered, we don't have tools quite like this." Yes, they have machines to complete wavelength measuring, but none of conveniently sized, and also none which were a floating, glowing crystal. Where ''is'' she from? Please, don't let it be the unicorn dimension. The world - and the sun - truly doesn't need that sort of chaos. "Yes, I could do it more than once, but only after the initial effect has concluded. How many opportunities we'll have will depend on you, given that we're the only two present in the room." Useful - akuma couldn't pass through solid objects. Cupping his hands together he concentrates - and from within his cupped hands comes into being a pure white butterfly. Opening them, he allows Enissa a moment to consider the butterfly. "This, you can touch. The Butterfly Miraculous allows for the creation of these butterflies, which, when further empowered, fly to those experiencing strong negative emotion, and gifts them power with which to change their situation." All technically true. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' There's a nod, but the girl doesn't distract herself to 'get another crystal' right now. One assumes it'll happen at a later point in the discussion. Or not, given how focused she is on other things just now. "I could do a lot more with better gear, too, so don't worry about ...your tech..." She's staring, her eyes and attention all for the budding Lepidoptera. She reaches out, touching with a fingertip. Fascinated. "Faaascinating," she says, in that so amazing voice. So wrong, but so very, very 'her'. She doesn't look away, but she does say, "I wish I had any negative in me. I mean, I can try," she screws up her face a moment to 'try and be negative' but it lasts like, a heartbeat. Nope. Her eyes are slowly opened, fully opened. Locked on the butterfly, and on what it means. "I'm sorry, I..this is astounding. I need to get somewhere I can decipher the data on it!" I THINK that means that she's going soon? Or that she's planning to build a laboratory in the lavatory. Go with the first one. 

:'''{{#var:156|Hawkmoth (156)}} has posed:''' "You can't force it," Hawkmoth says, simply. He can already tell the girl ''doesn't'' have any negative in her - there's not even simple annoyance or aggravation right now - the Miraculous would ''tell'' him. "It has to be a genuine, strong emotion. However, I am sure there will be opportunities for you to observe the effect in action." And then, he considers, eyeing the girl, and offers, casually, "You could take it with you. In this state, it doesn't have the full force of my Miraculous behind it, but it is still an object created by it. So long as it has access to flowers, it will persist far longer than an ordinary butterfly." If he ''had'' changed it from butterfly-moth to akuma, it would immediately seek out the nearest source of negative emotion, to create an akuma. Like this, it's less useful, but it's still his creation, and he's still connected to it. Learning more about the mahoujin on the other side would be more than helpful. "You're free to take the snacks, as well." 
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2279/Mahou 101: Kyubey

2025-01-30T06:09:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' It is a MESS in here. Entrapta's dorm room is, to put it mildly, filling up with electronics. So much stuff that if you didn't know what was where, you'd have trouble finding a place to rest. Entrapta has no such problem, having put all of the devices, pieces of things, and parts in each specific place. It's her room, and it is to her plan. Everything that isn't blinking electronically could be if plugged in. Everything that is magical...isn't here. People come into this room, so she's still not able to do her magic research here. Generally. I mean, she still does, but it's better hidden away. "I'm not having much luck with recreating the Curse magic wavelength," the girl says into her recorder. "Yet. I'll beat this soon, there's so much still to learn." 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     The Incubator has observed Enissa; he observes every student with magical potential, or who seem relevant to manipulating one or understanding their reactions. He's not everywhere observing everyone all at once, but until everyone returns to their dorms for the night there is almost always a pair of beady red eyes watching from a shadow or a rooftop, or even just out in the open where people other than the target are likely to see him -- it's not like nonmagic folks can see him, anyway.     He has overheard from other humans about Enissa's use of the vents, and checked their status while Enissa was out of her room.     << Enissa von Trapp. >> The voice is heard in the head without going through the years, and sounds like a very young boy. Or perhaps how one would expect a small, talking magical animal to sound. Although it's telepathy, as long as one of them can see the other and Kyubey wishes it, there is a sense of direction to it, so that it might not even be noticed as telepathy at first.     After announcing his presence, Kyubey opens the vent and hops out, finding a bit of open floor or bed to perch on, sitting with hindlegs bent and forelegs extended like a cat. Red eyes. A small white body reminiscent of a cat's, with a white fox tail, ears like a cat's but also beneath them what look like long lop ears with rings around them, and... a face that looks more like that of some plushie than any animal similar to the rest of its traits, as there is no nose or muzzle protrusion. There are little red markings on the ears and an egg-shaped outline marked on its back.     << You are friends with many magical girls. What if I told you you could become a magical girl yourself, and join them by their sides? >> 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' No sparks fly from the weld that Entrapta is working on; not all welds are hot like that. This one is sauder and a lower level of heat, to not damage the delicate circuit board that she's building. Yes, building. She's hit that level. The use of her name doesn't get a response. To be fair, she doesn't think of herself by that name. But the arrival of a magical creature certainly does, as she lifts her gaze to look the little animal in the eyes. She peers at it for a good few seconds, then goes back to welding. "One moment, this needs to be finished while it's hot." She is actually not freaking out? Well, that's ...a reaction. But a moment later she shuts off her saudering iron and sets it aside. It would have given Kyubey plenty of time to see her work. If he's interested at all. "Hello. Do I know you?" she asks, removing her goggles. "I don't think I do, I'd remember someone like yourself. And what are you talking about?" 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     Kyubey cocks its head to the side slightly at Entrapta's request to wait. It is... ''unusual'' that someone is doing something that can't be interrupted for a visit from a magical creature promising to make their dreams come true, but understandable.     When she stares at him, he rights his head and stares back for a second or two, then breaks eye contact to scratch at his ear with a hind leg like a dog.     He sits up straight and swishes his tail when adressed. <> 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Enissa raises her eyebrows. She reaches up and rubs over her own right eyebrow with a fingertip, eye closing in thought, then she reaches over and gets a pencil and some paper. "I'm going to need more information. How exactly does that work?" she asks, clearly not warned against this whole sitation but also clearly not leaping up and shouting a positive response. "That's a lot to unpack you just said right there." She quickly types something onto a computer keyboard, then returns to her pencil. "Seriously, how does it work? Tell me everything." 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     Kyubey stares for a second. They almost never ask questions like this. Well, Amanda did, when he tried speaking to her at the apartment. She would say things like 'give me time to think about it' and then forget because of the veil. But persistantly contacting her again during magical events worked on the second try. That is fine. Potential contractees rarely agree right away, unless he catches them in truly desperate circumstances, like Mami.     Kyubey cleans his paw with his tongue. << It works like this: You make a wish, and I will create for you a Soul Gem that allows you to use magic, and to transform into a Puella Magi, a Magical Girl. Your wish will be granted, and in return, you will fight monsters called Witches. As Magical Girls shine hope, so Witches spread despair. You have seen how most humans of this world are defenseless against monsters, unable to remember them. Witches hide away so that humans cannot even see their figures until it is too late. They plant seeds of calamity in the human heart -- anxiety, hatred, rage, suspicion -- and have claimed many lives already. >>     Kyubey swishes his tail and cocks his head to one side, smiling. ^w^ .<< Your friends protect people from monsters like this all the time. Don't you want to help them? >> 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Enissa frowns at the little thing. She looks to one side, at her computer, but doesn't go to it. She does puff our her cheeks for a moment, then puts down her pencil. "Look. Kyubey, right?" She lets him/her/it make whatever affirmative it might make, then continues with her own words. "I'm assuming that you're used to dealing with girls who don't know things. But I'm not asking how the fighting works." She leans over, then slides Kyubey something. It's a sheet of paper with a detailed graph of how Senshi magic resonates, on an atomic level, including numbers which may or may not cover the paper. Small sketches of side-offshoots, and theories about historical alterations that occurred while the girls were offline. It is -detailed-, and on a level of magical understanding that should not exist. "So. What I'm asking is, how does it work? What are you using to make the effects happen? What is a wish, really, and what will it cause to happen? Is there a standing wave of energy? Are we talking about something that has side effects, and if so, what?" She doesn't pause, going right into another group of questions. "What level of connection do you have to it, and how do you personally function in regards to your magic? What effect does fighting witches actually have, and what kind of effects should I expect upon win or lose situations? Can you give me numbers and data? Or am I going to have to figure that out on my own too?" Yikes. 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     Kyubey persistantly uses 'Boku' to refer to himself, so seems to be a he/him, or at least to prefer affecting such for interactions with humans. It's not like the neutral 'watashi' and neopronouns weren't an option if he preferred; though perhaps speaking about himself in the third person or saying 'kyubu wa' were determined to be ''too'' cute for the targets he usually interacts with.     The Incubator looks at the paper. He cannot feel ''surprise'' in the way humans do, but the information is viewed swiftly.     And then he looks back at Entrapta for a moment. << These are notes on the magic of the Sailor Senshi? It's nothing like any magic I am familiar with! This is truly amazing! >>     << I am more of an operator or technician than a magical physicist. If I have offered someone a contract, and someone knowingly consents to the contract by making a wish that can be granted, the rest is automatic. I cannot wield the magic of a Puella Magi myself, nor do I understand the fine details of how it works -- I could not build a device or describe a process that replicates such magic, and that is impossible anyway, as it must be wielded by a person. >>     Kyubey scratches his cheek with a hindpaw. << Killing Witches leaves behind their grief seed, which Puella Magi use to recharge their soul gem. If you lose a fight with a Witch, it will almost certainly kill you. >> He turns in a little circle like a cat getting comfortable, and lies down. << What parts of this do you expect can be expressed in numbers? Numbers are not where the power of Puella Magi comes from; it comes from their Soul Gems. >> 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl, if a girl she is after that subtle but powerful response, puts the paper away without any real worry. She's memorized it anyway, the paper has no real value to her specifically. "Just gathering relevant information, I don't prejudge what will and won't be expressed in numbers," she says to the little guy. "There's always math involved in any process, you just sometimes don't know the type of math yet. Or it hasn't been invented." Hard to argue with that. "So you really don't understand most of what you do. That puts you on the same level as half the magical girls themselves," she says. It sounds slightly tired, as if she's had this problem many times. "And as to helping them fight, I AM helping them fight. Just on a different level, they all have their heads in the battle. I'm doing the harder work of figuring out why it's all a problem in the first place." She spins around, coming back to the front and stopping her chair. Swivel chairs, so good for someone twitchy. "The thing is, Kyubey, I'm kind of annoyed at what you're doing right now. You could, if I wished for it, have me learn everything I'm researching. I get that. Tell me, do you know the problem with shortcuts?" She looks at him, then says, "Shortcuts mean that you skip steps, and that leads to a much worse understanding of the whole situation. It loses vital inspirational moments, and you actually lose in your search for knowledge, even if you gain what you were initially after. Does that make sense?" 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     Kyubey does not deny that such a wish could be granted. Nor does he point out that the knowledge doesn't mean being able to ''use'' it.     Entrapta attempts to chastise Kyubey for offering shortcuts.     He briefly cocks his head to one side, then stands and looks straight at her. << Humanity depends on shortcuts. You did not make the fabric of the clothes you are wearing. You did not make that paper, or pencil, or that system of writing. You did not build this building, nor heat it. You did not fetch your water from a river nor cook your food -- and if you did cook your food, you did not hunt, kill, and butcher it or plant and harvest it. >>     << You did not store the energy of sunlight in chemical bonds, a form you need that energy to be in and that you use with every breath and heartbeat. >> Kyubey's tail swishes. << I did not invent the magic I use. The civilization hosting you would not exist without the use of machines which use energy sourced from petrochemical and nuclear fuels to enable global transfer or good and information. No human made those materials. No one human made those machines, but many use and benefit from them. Your entire existence is shortcuts. This is the state of all beings. Who do you know who lives on only unrefined sunlight? >> Kyubey swishes its tail again. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' And at that, Entrapta smiles. "Good points, good points," she says. She's not unwilling to look at evidence, it seems. And she isn't denying reality. A good step forward. "I mean, I'm not remotely human, but they do host me just as they're hosting you." Still, she hasn't approached the contract yet. So I suppose it had to come to that eventually. "I've found the math though. You were saying that it doesn't apply to this situation." Pausing, she corrects herself. "No, your exact words were, Numbers are not where the power of Puella Magi comes from. I offer math to refute your statement, you are lying to me sir." She turns her computer to show the screen. On it there is an in-out graph. Wish goes in here. Puella comes out here. Kyubey and his own civilization simply exists here. Power levels are ungauged, question marks. "The energy needed to start the chain is missing. Tell me where that comes from?" And, in the bottom corner of the screen is a small text conversation. Enissa: 'Kyubey, please advise' Rashmi: 'Do not enter into a contract. It knows how to lie by omission.' And yet, with her friends literally coaching her not to, she's still here. Still talking. "Math never lies. Systems are not closed. Tell me the rest of it." 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     Kyubey stares back. << There has been a translation error. When you flip a lightswitch, the energy to flip the switch comes from you, but the energy that makes the light does not. >>     << The process is begun by... this does not translate, but "magic", of the sort you think I can explain, is close enough. Numbers are involved. I do not know how to teach this process to a human, or an Etherian, but it might be possible for you to replicate by other means. This is only flipping the switch! >> Kyubey walks over to and hops up on her desk, lifting a paw to indicate something else going in ''other'' than the Wish.     He turns to sit in front of her. It does not escape his notice that she is in communication with others and probably knows certain truths already. His tail swishes. << But what makes the light glow... What makes their soul gem shine... that power comes from emotion. And I do not know how it works, only that it does. The emotional energy of a magical girl far outweighs all the energy that has been put into them; This defies all other laws of physics that I know of -- it is remarkable! But also, I cannot do it myself or teach you how to replicate it. As far as I know, only Puella Magi can use this power.>> 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' There's no response after Kyubey has talked. Entrapta just taps her fingers on her teeth, thinking all of her thoughts. There's clearly more to learn here, more to the story. But she knows that she won't learn it all now. Kyubey doesn't know everything. That's fine, neither does she. Kyubey isn't volunteering everything. She's not the right person to figure out why, that means being able to ask the right questions. And she's not ...able. There are places that she can't go, and things she can't understand. Her friends don't want her doing this. That's also fine. She's here for science. And besides, she's been scanning Kyubey since he walked into her air ducts. "You've probably figured out that I'm here for the science, Kyubey. You also know that I won't be making a contract, right? So why are you still here? I can't be worth your time." Can I? 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     Kyubey is silent for a moment. << The option is open to you. People sometimes change their minds. Do Etherians? >>     Kyubey hops back to her bed, turns to face her. << You are unlikely to contract. But your study of multiple types of "magic" is unprecedented. If you learn what you hoped that I knew, who knows what will become possible? Perhaps you can change the world more than a wish% on your own, Entrapta. >>     << You are studying the many types of magic in use on this planet. Do you know why Sailor Senshi or other magical girls can use magic and you cannot? >> 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' They do. Etherians change their minds. Entrapta definitely does, "Given enough evidence. I do." She admits it, she won't lie to the truth. Then, she gives her last answer before this ends. Because the one thing she is, is a scientist. "I have some theories." And that will have to be enough. For now, because her alerts tell her that Rashmi has just entered the building, and their time is short. Kyubey can see it, she's got this place wired. And because it's the truth. "It was nice meeting you, Kyubey. Weird, but nice." 

:'''{{#var:107|Amy Faust (107)}} has posed:'''     Kyubey does not know what it is to feel that it is nice meeting someone. But someone studying magic ''does'' present an opportunity, and it may be in his interest to maintain a positive relation with her.     << You wanted knowledge. I cannot give you the complete understanding you desire, nor how Puella Magi function, but I can tell you this: >>     << Magic users who do not depend on technology are of a different nature than those who cannot use magic. To turn someone who cannot use magic into a Puella Magi, their nature is changed, but it is not the same every time. The Wish is a vital part of the process; It shapes them, and their nature shapes their powers. >>     A tail flicks. Red eyes stare into Entrapta's. << It may be that my understanding is wrong. But if it is not, then perhaps you should research this: ''Where is the Wish'' of a Sailor Senshi, a Pretty Cure, a Device User? If you find out anything, Entrapta, I would like to know. >>      And then he bounds across the bed and over to the vent -- Rashmi arrives just in time to see the Incubator's hindquarters and tail disappearing into the wall, the vent dropping closed behind him. 
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2222/Mahou 101: Pretty Cure Series (more!)

2025-01-27T08:38:17Z

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|Tinyplot=Mahou 101
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:'''     One would think that the winged approach from a being as large as a dragon would generate more noise, but its near-silent approach is what makes it easy to snatch Entrapta off the street and into the air. There must have been some kind of magic involved that shrouded its presence to the mundane people of Tokyo since nobody batted an eye at its approach and departure. The Dragon had heard that Entrapta was a princess and following its instinct it had sought out the inventor to abscond with her to her lair in the Dark World.     The flight to the Dark World itself doesn't take too long. Once high enough in the air the world around them blurs and is replaced by a desolate landscape with black rocky terrain and blood-red skies. From there, they soar for a few miles until they reach a rocky pillar that stretches into the sky, with a cave carved out near the top.     Once inside its lair, The Dragon gently places Entrapta down on the floor, handling her with much greater care than one might expect from a ferocious beast such as it. Once satisfied that its charge is safe, it goes to the mouth of the cave and curls up to protect its hoard.     The lair itself is... kind of cozy, actually. Off to one side, you have a bed of gold as one might expect from a dragon, but on the other, it seems well-furnished for guests. There are a couple of comfortable-looking wingback chairs facing a fireplace that has a cozy fire in it, a tea trolly that's filled with treats and warm tea, and a few bookshelves filled with a variety of books, most don't look like they've come from Earth, but there's a few paperbacks crammed in between the heaver looking tomes.     "Make yourself comfortable," The Dragon rumbles. "It will be a while before your absence is noted and your rescue will come." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Ah yes. One of those scenes, where a person is talking to another person, and they turn away due to a noise. And when they turn back, the first person is gone and they're standing there wondering where they went. Well, the girl was a bit odd to start with, they probably went for takoyaki or something. In reality, the purple haired girl was having eyes-wide paryxysms of excitement as she is flown, flown! Through the air, without a hovercraft of any sort! Her goggles did something, keeping her eyes open the entire time so she could see it all! And there was so much to see! She gasps as the landscape changes, and as they come in to land. Lots of gasping, you have no idea. Then she's placed...somewhere. A very interesting somewhere, indeed! Hands at her sides, the girl looks left. Then right. Then raises her hands to lift her goggles. Where she starts looking left and right again. Just to make sure that the first time was accurate. Blinking, she hears the large beasty type thing talk, and...pauses. Then she says, "Oh, nobody's going to come rescue me. Where are we? This is amazing, can I touch things? You're very tall." A half-heartbeat later she's up close to the dragon, with...a measuring tape. To check height. Oh yes, she's petrified with terror. You can tell by the way she gets closer to danger with the opposite of hesitation. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:'''     This... was not the reaction that The Dragon had expected from its captive. Usually, they cower in fear and have to be assured that they're not going to be eaten, but this one? This one is measuring its enormous bulk. Its body is easily the size of an elephant, but its long tail and neck give it a more sinuous presence.     The questions cause it to blink in confusion. "They're not?" it asks worriedly. What the heck is it going to do with a Princess who isn't going to get rescued? Shaking its great head, it composes itself. "Regardless, we are in the Dark World, the place where Emperor Pierot is imprisoned and all the happily-never-afters reside." It hesitates again before adding, "You may touch things." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The eyes of the 'princess' in question widen. "Oh, thank you! A lot of people don't like it when I touch things, I have no idea why." She backs off from the dragon, then does a quick scan of the library, eyes blazing past the book titles. She looks under the wingback chairs, yes under them, then pokes a metal probe of some type into the fire. Then she's back, and touching the horde as she makes humming sounds. Well, you did say that she could touch things! "So, what is the dark world? I assume that's not just a title, and there is some kind of reason for the name. I'm studying a lot of magic but I haven't seen any that would transport us like you just did. Your scales seem to be some form of iridescent alloy, do you know what they're made out of? I don't know if you're alive or not, but there is clearly magic involved and that seems to be restricted to living beings. So far." Holding up something gold, she peers at it through a lens of some sort, as she babbles. Well, not babbles, she's clearly analyzing things. Intelligent? Seems like, but not normal. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' The Dragon watches Entrapta explore its lair with amusement but seems to bristle when she starts handling its hoard. It slowly relaxes, however, when it realizes that its 'guest' doesn't seem all that interested in stealing any of it, rather she just wants to analyze it. Then comes the questions, and it answers the best it can, trying to keep up. "As I said, the Dark World is where all the Bad Ends wind up. Most stories do not have a bad ending so this realm is quite barren, as you see. I have a connection to this realm which allows me to return easily." The next questions catch it off-guard though. "I, er, yes, I'm alive," it rumbles. It looks down at itself and raises a forelimb to study the light glinting off of it. "They're scales," it says, not really knowing how to answer. "They're just... scales. Whatever scales are made out of." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Getting up close to look at the scale that the Dragon is looking at, the purple princess is WAY too close, but she's looking at the scale and used the dragon's distraction to get there. But for all that, she's just ...looking? "If you ever shed them, I could analyze one for you and tell you all kinds of things about your structure then, it'd be very interesting and possibly helpful in the long run for your health and structure overall!" She smiles, then backs off without the slightest worry about being that close to a dragon's teeth. And she was. Close to them. "Well," she says then, sitting down in the chair, and flips her hair out of her face. "Since you brought it up, I don't know what you're talking about when you mention stories and bad ends. If you could tell me more, I think I'd be able to better handle what you're trying to discuss. Since we're here, anyway." She pauses, then looks around. "I think I've already looked at everything in the room, so we'd need to find something to do one way or the other. I've never seen a creature like yourself before, we don't have any like you back home. And why would anyone care about me being rescued?" SO much to cover, all at once. And at least one mental flipflop, she's tracking the whole situation but she is NOT keeping it all in line and easy to follow! 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' The Dragon doesn't seem bothered by Entrapta's closeness, mostly because it doesn't view her as a threat, nor a tasty snack. "I don't think I've ever shed a scale," it admits, clearly never having thought about this before. "Perhaps they disappear if they do? I don't know." It glances back at its scales, then back at Entrapta. "You may touch it if you like." "Ah. Well," it says after a pause. "Have you ever wondered where stories come from? Where they go once they're told? There is a place that is a mirror of the Dark World called Marchenland, and it is the place of fairy tales. Every story comes from there, and every story returns. I am The Dragon. When you hear a tale about a dragon kidnapping a princess, or laying waste to a village, they are talking about me." "It is populated by fairies which are insufferable little nuisances," The Dragon growls. "They are the 'good' parts of fairy tales. Sometimes they escape to bring their 'goodness' to children, to empower them to fight monsters like me. Pretty Cures, they call them," it says disdainfully. It looks somewhat confused, however. "You do not have dragons where you come from?" it asks. "All cultures here have stories of dragons. I take it you are not of Earth, then." And as for why people should care for her? "Because you are a Princess," it replies helpfully, as if that's all the answer you need. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl looks left, then touches herself on the tip of her nose with a finger. Then she looks to her left again. It's like she's not even listening, but instead fiddling around, or fidgeting. Then suddenly she goes, "Ah!" She tries to spin her chair around, then makes a pouting sound for a moment when she realizes that it does not spin. Or move, or do anything other than support princesses. "Do you have any evidence to support what you're saying? Because that suggests a layer of reality that goes well beyond what I've experienced so far! I'm entirely willing to speculate that it may be true, given that I've experienced a huge array of changes in the complex nature of reality since coming to this universe, but there should be some level of effect that's visible for someone to actually measure if they were willing to look!" She barely pauses to breathe, before continuing with, "I've never heard of a dragon before. But I have heard of Pretty Cures! Is this related to their history? That's very helpful for my research actually since the investigation I've done so far had very few actual data points on which to track, they mostly showed me their powers but the environment around which they developed would be very helpful knowledge!" Then, almost as a sidenote, she adds, "Who's a princess?" Pause, as if she's processing. "Oh THAT! I was never really a princess, but that's what they called me when I ran Dryl. That's my city, but real princesses have ties to magic. At least they did on my world. I'm a bit closer to a hired engineer, they gave a bit too much authority to." 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' Scaled brows furrow in confusion. "I... er... aren't I proof enough?" it asks. "Most people would be quaking in their boots would they come across a dragon. As they should." It looks utterly baffled which is a stark contrast to its menacing demeanor. "What kind of proof do you require?" It settles back in when the conversation turns to something less confusing. "I do not know the history of the Pretty Cures," it admits. "I know that fairies grant them devices that give them the power to transform into a mighty foe. I have noticed that some of them use... trinkets. Tchotchkes, to alter their power in some way." "The ones I have noticed are the Cure Decors," The Dragon further explains. "Little tokens filled with power that we can use to bring about the Worst Ending to the world. The Pretty Cures collect them to keep them out of our hands, though I suspect they may serve other purposes, too." "Not... a Princess?" The Dragon visibly deflates in disappointment. "Oh. Well. I best return you, then." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "Oh I believe in you. If you say that you're a dragon, then you are likely to be correct," the girl says as she pulls out a pencil and some paper and starts..writing or sketching, or both. "The idea of stories being inspired by and returning to an actual physical location belies the definition of the terms, but as I said," she says, pausing to look up, "I'm open to being convinced." She nods as the conversation continues, though she has this weird tendency to let people finish talking before answering. Which makes it if anything a bit harder to follow. "So Pretty Cures gain their power from faieries, who deliver them like some form of planned system to create heroes for their own needs. Hm. Well, that does explain a few things that didn't completely add up, that's very helpful!" Then she smiles. "Oh, no. I'm in no hurry to leave, you clearly have a lot of information that I could use! Is there any way I could stay a while longer, and interview you for my projects? I wouldn't mind if I could take some samples as well, while I'm here. Maybe see these Decors you speak of, or at least get some readings off of them." She looks around, as if gauging space in the area. "I could set up some equipment, if you have anything I could work with. Wouldn't be too intrusive, and I was thinking perhaps you could show me how to do some of your dragon magic? I really would be very grateful, wouldn't take more than a few hours. She rubs her head, thinking about time and what she might need brought in. "Can you bring anyone else? I have things back home I might need to go get, to do a proper scan of your work. It's for science!" Why be afraid of a dragon? Dragons should be afraid of me. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' "It is very metaphorical," The Dragon adds helpfully. "I do not know how to convince you save by taking you to Marchenland itself. That I will not do," it says firmly. "You will have to find a fairy to bring you there." It gets a thoughtful look, however, as Entrapta sums up her conclusions. "I am not sure if it is the fairies themselves that power the Pretty Cures. I find it more likely it is the devices they bestow upon the children they choose." It shakes its great head in mild confusion. "Why they always choose children, I cannot fathom." And then Entrapta starts rapid-firing about samples and, for all intents and purposes moving in. "I... Wait... Hold on... Er..." Its protests don't seem to deter the inventor from going full SCIENCE! on it, however. Rearing back it all but bellows, "Now see here!" Ruby eyes narrow as she answers each question as fast as they are asked. "You may stay, but ''only'' for a few hours, you may take some samples, I do not have any Decors, you may not set up any equipment, I have no magic beyond my very existence, I will not bring anyone else, and when I take you back you will not be returning!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Blink. Entrapta pauses, then looks up at the Dragon. "But I thought we were friends," she says, actually losing track of the science for a moment. "This is what my friends do, with me. I was trying to help." She looks confused, and forlorn. Then looks at her pad and paper. "I can't do much for you without more gear, and I didn't want this all to be about what I wanted." She looks back up, then adds, "You seemed to need something, and I wanted to find out what." "So I could help." She's just very, very bad at explaining, I guess. 

:'''{{#var:28|Dragon Lamya (28)}} has posed:''' Entrapta's comment hits The Dragon like a slap in the snout. "Friend?" it asks hesitantly, its head dipping down so it's closer to Entrapta's level. "You thought... we were friends?" It sounds more confused than anything else. Like why would somebody befriend a dragon knowingly? "I've... I've never had a friend before," it admits. "Nobody has tried to help me before," it says quietly. "I have been vilified, and none thought to ask about my wants and needs." It considers Entrapta with red eyes that seem more sad than anything else. "Perhaps you can stay a while," it concludes. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The girl doesn't pull away. There is no fear, literally no fear at all. Self-preservation only comes into play if you think that you're in danger. Maybe she's broken, or she has no concept of what a dragon really is. Or maybe she's just not wired the same as us. But it seems to be true. "Well, yeah. You were answering my questions, so you were being friendly. I'm not sure how being friends works, but it's something I'm starting to learn. But the first step seems to be knowing more about each other." She pats the dragon on the snout, just once. Physical contact, not her forte but an attempt was made. "Do you want to talk about it? Because I've got time. And I'm actually curious, I want to know." Tell me everything. It's not just a philosophy, it's a statement of love. I care enough to ask. Share with me? Entrapta, different but here to do what she can. Even for the bad endings. 
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2261/Mahou 101:Curse Hunters

2025-01-23T04:43:49Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta is arguing with her celphone. "I know you have it all scheduled, but I don't want to go to it." She's speaking to someone on the speaker, from across the room. "I have other things to deal with." The person on the other end replies with, "Well why did you schedule it then? I can only input what data you give me, Miss." Sighing, Entrapta continues what she's doing, which seems to be tidying. "At the time, it seemed important. Other factors have taken priority. Just move it forward to the next available slot. You can delete sleep where necessary." "Rashmi says not to do that anymore," the phone begins to say, but Entrapta sighs and says, "Yes. But I've got to set up the equipment in that dragon's lair, and it's a lot of travel time. Have to cut someplace." They talk for a bit longer, before the phone interrupts. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I've got possible footfalls." the speakerphone says. "There might be someone coming." Which makes Entrapta perk up. "Oh? I do hope it's food. I'm actually hungry!" 

:'''{{#var:52|Cute Wolf Tsukiko (52)}} has posed:''' The afternoon had been a little hectic for Cute Wolf Tsukiko: she had been doing the usual feeding of some of strays around Tokyo as Ikiko, but that had been interrupted by a small group of youma. Nothing that couldn't be handled by a single magical girl, but the last one was evasive enough that having backup would've made it go ''much'' faster... but trying to fumble with a cellphone while chasing a darting youma isn't particularly effective. On the way back to RHA afterwards, Ikiko stopped by a conbini to pick up some snacks (all that chasing had worked up her appetite), when she remembered the message in the Shed about communications research. So, with a large box of variety snack crackers (''small'' crackers, at that!) to share, she headed for the Shed, makign sure to henshin out of sight along the way. "Hi!" the wolfgirl calls as she walks into the Shed. "I understand you're interested in learning how various powers work, in order to make communicators?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' As the door opens, a purple-haired girl in pigtails leans around to look at who's there. She calls back into the room, "I don't know who it is!" Then she wanders around the table, coming more into view. Overalls and grease, she looks like a mechanic of some sort. But otherwise, human. "At least, I don't think I do. Do I know you yet?" she asks, wiping her hands on a cloth. If you could be said to wipe your hands merrily, she'd be doing so now. "Not important, come in! You're here for the research, and I'm here to do it so that works out!" She pauses, looking the new arrival over fully, then says, "And you seem to be a new type, that's incredible! Would you like to sit? Or stand? Or hang from the ceiling? Seriously I have no idea what to offer you, and I hate to make assumptions." 

:'''{{#var:52|Cute Wolf Tsukiko (52)}} has posed:''' "Sitting will be just fine, thanks," Tsukiko giggles with a cheerful smile. "Although I might sit a bit sideways in the chair; my tail is ''not'' in a curl-up mood at the moment." Finding an available seat near an unused desk, the wolfgirl sits down and opens the box of snack crackers. "I'm known as Cute Wolf Tsukiko; nice to meet you!" she remarks, taking a modest handful of crackers from the box and making an offering motion with the box towards Entrapta. "I'm ''pretty'' sure I haven't met you outside of henshin, although I do know that some people get significant hair changes when they henshin." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Leaning in, Entrapta looks at what's being offered. The fact that it was by a wolf girl doesn't seem to be putting her out, maybe she's seen a lot in her time doing research. "Oh yay, tiny food!" she exclaims, happy to have something she can eat with her dietary preferences. She noms a couple, then settles back in. "I've had a lot of people come, but none with fur so far. That's fascinating, and I want to know all about it..." The phone says, "Focus on the research, Miss," which makes the human actually jerk. "Right! Focus! Please, tell me about your group? That's a good place to start. What are you called, as a general rule? I find that people tend to have categories that they use to define themselves and their abilities in general." She leans over, poking at her laptop, which activates a crystal array to start humming. "I'm recording," she says, not saying exactly what she's recording but one assumes..sound? It is not sound, but one might assume that it was. 

:'''{{#var:52|Cute Wolf Tsukiko (52)}} has posed:''' Tsukiko nibbles on a cracker as she contemplates how to answer the questions. "I'll start by noting that, as far as I can tell from those that I've met in comparison to other magical folks, those with magical sources that are even vaguely similar to mine are... rather ''ungrouped'', for lack of a better term," she sighs. "Not as innately linked as the Sailor Senshi, nor quite as categorically recognizable as Device Mages. About the only commonality I can think of is that there's a curse involved in how we got our powers -- and as far as I know, the curses '''aren't''' related to each other -- so I guess you could call us 'Accursed' as a catch-all term." (Admittedly, there's only one other mahou that Tsukiko has talked with that has told her about ''their'' curse, but there's a few that she has some suspicions about, either from their behavior or old folklore about things relating to their specific powers. Hard to tell without being able to ''actually'' sense curses, which Tsukiko is pretty sure she can't do.) 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Hm. "Curses, haven't come across that before," Entrapta says thoughtfully. She shifts, pulling out her laptop, and types some quick notes. "I want to ask what those are, but I haven't encountered any group that didn't get something out of whatever deal was made." She shifts, again in her seat, then rubs her head. "Would you mind if I asked you some specific questions then, assuming that it isn't viable answers for all? I hope I'll meet others someday of course." She smiles, then says, "I was hoping to hear about the history. What happened to you?" 

:'''{{#var:52|Cute Wolf Tsukiko (52)}} has posed:''' "The short answer, in my case, is that it's a bloodline curse," Tsukiko notes. "Family lore says he fought a werewolf with the help of a soul-amplifying item to try protecting him from catching lycanthropy; the item ''sort of'' worked. As in, he didn't get a full-blown case of lycanthropy, but wearing the locket made the fractional wolf soul visible." She muses for a moment as the context of the interview gives her an opportunity to look at the old story through a new light. "Come to think of it, I guess this means ''he'' was a magical boy when he was a teenager," the wolfgirl blinks. "At least for a little time; he stopped using the Lycan Locket when he thought that it had been cursed by the fight with the werewolf." Her eyes widen a bit at a ''secondary'' realization involving the locket, but that bit of info isn't relevant to the story of her powers. "Anyway, one day a couple of years ago, I was looking through some old items in the family storeroom, and I found a neat locket. I decided to wear it, and I didn't notice anything... at first. That night, during a full moon, I had what I thought was a vivid dream, leaping over houses, talking with dogs -- including ''understanding what they were saying'' and speaking back in their language -- and fighting some weird creature that I now know was some sort of minor youma." The wolfgirl chuckles. "When I got back home in my 'dream', I was startled by my reflection, so I tripped backwards and landed painfully on my rear. And since you ''don't'' feel pain in a dream, it meant that '''it wasn't a dream.''' Really spooked me that I had inadvertently put on the 'cursed' Lycan Locket, although since then I've realized that the ''Locket'' itself isn't cursed; technically, ''I'' am." She munches on a cracker as she thinks something over, then gives a slight nod. "I will note that I know of one Accursed who got their powers due to a cursed ''item'', and given what I've seen as a magical girl, I could understand there being those who are tasked to ''break'' curses," Tsukiko adds. "As well as those who ''wield'' curses -- those who use dark energy might have an easier time with that, but given that some curses are just blessings that didn't work right, or have a downside that outweighs the upside, it's probably not a definite requirement." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta makes a note to research lycanthropy at a later time. Knowing what it is would likely help her with this type of research, but for now she'll keep it in back of her thoughts. Much more important things to handle right this moment. "I should mention, I'm not a local. Concepts like weir wolves don't make sense yet. But I'll get there, don't worry about it!" She doesn't look up from her notes, trying to get everything down. Every important thing. Most things. "So your magical system is, at least in your case, marginally hereditary. I think that's a first! Or is it just due to the ownership of the locket?" She pauses, tapping her lips with her pencil. "What would happen if I held onto it? Or do you think that it would take time for the tool to activate? So, others have items, but they vary wildly. So yes, the curse is the repeating factor. I wish I could see one." Sounding almost as if she's losing track of her own conversation, Entrapta pauses. Then she says, "Oh I'm sorry, I was rambling. Can you control your change? I assume that you change. Most people seem to change, somehow or other. It's actually quite fascinating, I love to see them shift. Very fun!" 

:'''{{#var:52|Cute Wolf Tsukiko (52)}} has posed:''' "I'm pretty sure the physical potential is the hereditary part, while the locket amplifies the soul enough to tap into it," Tsukiko shrugs. "And those are just the factors I'm aware of -- magic is quirky enough that there's probably more to it than just those two." She thinks for a moment about the theoreticals posed. "Having only secondhand information from a source who wasn't trying to remember that specific aspect at the time, I'm not sure what other effect the Lycan Locket would have on someone who doesn't have an extra soul in them," the wolfgirl admits. "And from what I can tell, you'd have to use the henshin phrase in order to get it to work -- assuming that you're able to convince it to work; family lore suggests that the magic of the locket was set up with a way of limiting who can use it. Probably something like sympathetic magic attuned to my great-grandfather, and being a direct descendant is similar enough to work as it currently is." Another shrug. "But that's mostly just guessing based on what info I know; all I know for certain is, it works, and how I get it to work. I'm not exactly a crafter of magical items, and, uh... I wouldn't want to mess with it without some sort of backup or the like, y'know?" The henshin question causes Tsukiko to furrow her brow as she contemplates what to say. "I ''can'' control my change; there's a small phrase involved, and it ''does'' require a certain amount of intent behind saying it in order for it to work," she finally says. "The ears and tail get added, the outfit swaps, and the color of my eyes and my hair change. Oddly enough, my hair gets ''shorter'' in henshin; I've seen several magical girls of other types whose hair gets longer, so I'm kind of an outlier there." There's a slight giggle at that, then another thoughtful look. "Been a while since I last tried looking at myself in a mirror while transforming, but as far as I can tell it's just: start glowing with a bright silvery detail-obscuring light, shift in silhouette, stop glowing. The few magical girls that I've actually watch transform, they seem to have some sort of fast-forwarded sequence, but to the best of my knowledge mine isn't that." There's a bit of apologetic fidgeting before she adds, "I usually wait on revealing my identity to people until I've worked with them a couple of times, so... if it's okay with you, I'd rather just stay in henshin for now." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta lets the wolfgirl finish, doing her best not to interrupt. She's excited to learn new things, excited to keep learning, but she's found that she doesn't respond well until she's got a full picture to work from. So she's as silent as possible, almost as if she's not listening. She definitely is listening. "That makes so much sense! It absolutely leads to the possibility that the one who created this particular curse is at least intelligent, and possibly tactical about their work. I have to postulate what would happen if a poorly thought out curse would to happen." She thinks, then shakes her head. "It likely has, but the ones who did curses in stupid fashions were in some way caught up in the consequences. Only curses with some level of planning put into them would survive, or at least the line of those who were doing them. Fascinating concepts here. Even if it is hypothetical." A moment later, she reviews what was said mentally then says, "I don't actually want to mess with your magic. I'm fine doing research, it's my life! You're very helpful right now, don't worry about that." She pulls one foot up into her lap, then smiles. "I don't mind at all! You barely know me! That makes complete sense. Ooh, do you do any magic though? I would love to see something explode!" She seems serious. "I'm making a contained target range outside, with some help! Soon we'll be able to test all kinds of things! Or if your abilities aren't like that, something less destructive is also good data!" 

:'''{{#var:52|Cute Wolf Tsukiko (52)}} has posed:''' "Most of my combat magic is simply speed and agility," Tsukiko admits with an open-handed gesture. "I'm mostly a brawling skirmisher, and I've noticed that in bigger fights I tend to do better by forcing the opponent to split their attention, drawing their attention away from others -- and if they ignore me, I'll dart up and kick them!" She munches on a cracker, sorting through her thoughts. "Even my 'big' attacks aren't as... ''flashy'' as what others can do," she notes. "If I get going fast enough, I can essentially tackle '''through''' the enemy, flowing like a bolt of silvery light. I'm ''pretty'' sure I don't, like, ''actually'' go through them, since there's no visible holes, but the visual line definitely lances them." The wolfgirl tips one of her hands the other way. "The other 'big' thing I can do is a soothing musical howl. Excellent for purifying emotion-driven youma and tending to injuries of the heart and soul, but not particularly useful against ''physical'' threats. Still, a purification is a purification, so it's still going to hurt most youma, ''and'' I can usually manage it even in situations where I don't have the footing for the silvery wolf tackle. Still get better results if I build up some momentum first, though." She taps her chin for a moment, then adds, "While I currently don't have much in terms of major magic, I ''have'' noticed that some magical girls develop additional abilities over time. Maybe that'll happen to me at some point, but it's not like I can ''plan'' for that type of thing, y'know?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Mumbling. Scientists mumble? Seems so. "Auditory magic, repeating theme. There's a lot of auditory magic in mahou circles, you have no idea how often that comes up but the resonances are ...different." She grins then, looking up from her notes. "The light based motion is new though! I've no data on that at all, that's incredible! Maybe I can get some data on it someday, if I'm ever there." She frowns. "But I'm never there, I'm always in here. It limits what I can gather information on. Still, secondhand accounts from firsthand witnesses, such as yourself, are still of value. I can do something with this information." She nods firmly, placing her pencil against her paper, not writing for a moment. "Wait, magical abilities change over time?" She blinks, then looks toward her computer. "Right, the Senshi mentioned something about that, but in terms of traumatic events causing them to reveal themselves. Powerful impetus for powerful changes. That's different from simply developing over time, I can absolutely work on that theory." Blink. More blinks, then she says, "You can plan for anything. Let me get back to you, I'll see what I can do to set something up. I mean, unless you have anything that you'd like to share, for the research?" She beams! So happy! "If not, then I appreciate this. I have plenty to go forward with. Just have to actually experience a curse someday. That'll be the safest way to get data on this." No, you are wrong, Entrapta. But, data! Don't make me slap you. 

:'''{{#var:52|Cute Wolf Tsukiko (52)}} has posed:''' Tsukiko blinks and stifles a giggle. "If I manage to find an errant low-power curse, I'll see what I can do," she states as solemnly as she can manage. "Not sure how ''useful'' it'd be, but something like guessing reasonable and fair coinflips wrong more than 50% of the time ''probably'' won't cause any major trouble. Maybe." She stands up, taking the box of crackers. "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around. Good luck with your research!" 
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The Adventures of Emily(Entrapta)

2025-01-18T01:23:41Z

Glassling: ADVENTURE!

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The area around her narrowed, and she bumped into walls too close to be part of the regular zone of exploration. She filed a mental note to ask for wider sensory apparatus when she was able to ask for things. The creator's vibrations always mentioned upgrading her, and so far those upgrades have often happened according to schedule, which was exciting! She whirred her engine happily just thinking about it.

There have been a few burnouts, but as She had said, there are always times when you fall back. You have to try again. So this is Emily's chance to live that dream, and to explore! Bumping against the sides of the ducts, Emily mapped their length until...disaster!

Her front wheels were stuck. She'd lost grip, and they spun without purchase! Her rear wheels said that there was still movement happening, but there was a different effect from the front, that always meant that she'd hit something that tied up the wheels and impeded movement. Hm. Time to deal with our first real problem.

She can handle this. It's hard, but with enough effort she believed that she could not only recover, but actually move forward! Reversing her wheels, she put more power to her rear axle. Losing some grip, she gave an upset sound from deep in her gyros. Perhaps she could find a way to balance backwards, and regain grip? It's a hard one, a real conundrum worthy of her status as an explorer!

She rotated her rear steering, and managed to catch. Traction! Focusing on that, she carefully controlled her rear wheels, pulling back until, gasp! She caught traction on the front again! That, was, CLOSE! She almost went a full length over what could be a huge gap! Those advanced sensors would be a real boon, but she knows that the creator trusts her. And she can tidy just fine with what she has. It's a good life.

So. Four wheels on the ground again, she more carefully moves forward. When her front wheels started to dip, she paused quickly. Doing so she mapped the dangerous place, and found it to be passable. A hole in the vents! Perhaps even an updraft, her systems did seem to heat when nearer to it, but not at dangerous levels. Hm. her battery was getting a bit low, perhaps she should return soon.

But not yet First, she needed to see what was on the other side?

Soon, she had her answer, and she took this information home to the Creator. Proudly she emerged from the air duct, with valuable intel! On the other side of the uptake vent?? Wait for it, this is insane. You won't believe it.

There's MORE DUCTWORK! We have to charge higher levels, but ...so much to explore! She whirrs proudly as she backs into her charger, and the hand of the creator reaches down to touch her chassis. And there is love, as clear as day. How could she ever let her down?

Happy whirrs. Happy whirrs. Then sleep, it was a good first adventure.

2224/Mahou 101: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

2025-01-11T03:22:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Did you all get my note? Yes, the note that said 'meet me in Glimmer's room'. That note? Yes, that note! If it wasn't pretty much the expected behaviour from Entrapta, people might have been confused. Soon you'll be trying to save her from the Horde or tying her to a tree to keep her from walking into live fire. But she's not actually there. On arrival, it seems that Entrapta has not, in fact, broken into Glimmer's quarters. I mean, they might have been unlocked but even so, it's hardly the first time. If I were her, where would I be? There is no way that the air vents are substantial enough to actually carry a teenager. Are they? There ...does seem to be some kind of sound from inside them, if anyone were to lean nearer. Also, someone put out tiny snacks. And two eyes peer out of the vent. It appears that there are not so many changes from Who You Knew. What's this all about? 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' Gloria's room? Bow knows where it is. He just hasn't visited since the whole incident with the runestone. Between Usagi and Rashmi convincing him that he needed space, and the whole thing with his own guilt, well. He's just not found a way to express himself - or more importantly - figure out his own feelings on it all. It's really not fair. Glimmer knows how it ended. He does not. He's a season behind. But when Entrapta leaves the letter, Bow had a moment of panic. Does Glimmer ''know'' that Entrapta is coming? Grabbing his phone as he leaves his room, he fires off a quick text. <TEXT> Luke Armbruster texts Gloria Moonhawk: Incoming! Entrapta's coming to visit your room! On my way! Because in the end, he's still a knight of Brightmoon. And she's the queen, so he will act accordingly, as he makes his way over to the girl's dorms and finds his way to Gloria's room, probably the last person to arrive of the group, since well - he doesn't live here. 

:'''{{#var:246|Scorpia (246)}} has posed:''' Like most events involving her friends, Scorpia hasn't the slightest clue what's happening, or what she's been invited for. All she knows is that her friends need her. So she's going to be there for them. Entrapta, although being a younger version than the one the tall blonde knew on Etheria, was very much the same with her antics. Grinning, she finds her way to Glimmer's room and enters. Her eyes zero in on the snacks and she woops, grabbing multiple and stuffing them in her face, waiting for the others to make appearances. 

:'''{{#var:230|Gloria Moonhawk (230)}} has posed:''' Gloria Moonhawk was not expecting that. For a moment, she'd glanced at the text and was like 'whatever'. Then did a double take. WAIT THEY WERE GOING TO HER ROOM?! NO NO NO NO NO NO! And she was off! Turns out, aside from class? She spent most her time at Obsidian tower. So her room was... mostly barren. Aside from the school supplied furniture. Also. Seriously. How did people sleep on a BED?! It didn't even work right! Hammocks, people! So as everyone else was getting comfortable, eating tiny snacks... Gloria suddenly burst into the room. "I... I'm h-here," she said, panting, almost keeling over, hands on her knees. Oh my gosh. How did people WALK everywhere?! On FOOT? They didn't even TELEPORT! They WALKED! WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS TO THEMSELVES?! Oh gosh, she was seeing stars... She then leaned back against the wall, thumping it when she practically collapsed on it. OH yeah. She was fine. She was golden. "H-hey... S-scorpia..." Then saw Bow and... "Heyyyyy..." she said in a way that she thought sounded suave and smooth. It was neither. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The ninja in the walls looks left as people enter. It appears that they were arriving, the ones that she knew to ask. She hasn't got room to really do anything, these vents are unreasonably tight after all, but she's not about to compromise her beliefs. Air vents are the travel option of the future. Unless she can someday invent teleportation. But nobody really has that. She squeezes forward a little bit, arms bunching to let her get some motion, and....that's a tight spot. Grumbling she twists, then she's...I'm stuck. No, it's just a temporary problem, nobody's ever been stuck in a vent. Ridicu...I'm stuck. Then something bangs against the wall, and she squeaks! Slipping forward, she bangs her elbow. Then she bumps into the grate. Then it's opening! "Ack!" Then Entrapta is upside-down on the floor next to the vent, one foot still stuck inside. She blinks, taking note of the concept of percussive maintenance options for venting. Then she's saying, "Um, hi." She tugs on her foot, but it's caught on something. Suave and smooth, and nobody can see her underpants for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' When he saw the door partially open, Bow makes his way in, just to come across Scorpia already in place, and he puts away his bow. Yes, he was in full armor and bow, he's a knight. "You're not who I was expecting. You got the letter too? Need to teach that girl to text ahead of time." he starts to say, just as the door opens again behind him. ''Heeeeey'' Glimmer says, neither smooth or swauve. "Your Majesty," he responds, a small bow at his waist to Gloria, "I appreciate the..." the what? He doesn't get a chance to say. Know why? That's when Entrapta appears! Out comes the bow again, snapping around, the magical string appearing as he draws back an arrow from nowhere... before relaxing... just long enough to snap-fire said arrow to snap whatever it is that Entrapta's foot is tangled up in. 

:'''{{#var:246|Scorpia (246)}} has posed:''' In her surprise at Entrapta's sudden appearance, despite being something so trademark, Scorpia chokes on one of the tasty treats. Eyes watering, face reddened from her inability to breathe correctly, and loud coughs filling the room around all of its occupants, she does her best to choke out a "Hey guys!" It really just sounds like garbled nonsense, but she did her best! As soon as she's able to breathe, at least a little bit better, she swoops in and grabs everyone into a giant bear hug. 

:'''{{#var:230|Gloria Moonhawk (230)}} has posed:''' "W-what? What is with the 'Your majesty' words, Bow? We're like, best friends. Seriously. You can call me Glimmer. Or, um, Gloria. So, uhhh... s-sup?" she asked before dropping to the ground, panting and sweating a bunch... "How do people run everywhere? This sucks... right... S-so... hi Entrapta," she said, giving the falling vent girl a wave. She'd have been more frazzled, but... admittedly... air. She needed it. "W-why are you here, again?" Only to then get group hugged. She gasped, eyes going wide and chuckling. "H-hey... S-Scorpia... wheeze... g-great t-to see you... t-too... heh.... s-sorry..." And now they were likely all sweaty too. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta is about to fall, when she's swept up into a hug. An upside-down hug, after the bit of stuff holding her pants leg was cut by an arrow. An arrow, that's got to be something that's never happened before. Mmf'ing into the hug, Entrapta looks confused, awkward, and uncomfortable? Yes, that sounds about right for the situation. But, you know that all hugs have to end. And when this one does, she straightens herself out. "I called you." She explains this as if it's obvious. Which it was. Is. Was/is. "I need some help. With SCIENCE!" She beams as she says her favourite word, managing to stand up with a bit of help from a nearby Scorpia. "Don't be silly, Bow. Majesty is a term reserved for queens and kings. Glimmer is a princess." She's very certain about some things. Most of them are wrong. 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' Whatever the cold shoulder was, Bow does not get a chance to explain, because he's grasped into Scorpia's hug. And there's no getting out of that, even if he's squished between Scorpia and Glimmer. It's not something to complain about, even if Glimmer is... glimmering with sweat. As he's let go, Bow draws in a breath. "Okay, very long story short, Entrapta." he offers. "We're all from different points in the Etherian timeline. Scorpia and Glimmer are from the future. Me, I'm not so far in the future. But in my and her timelines, she's Queen now. That's another story." he lets out a breath. "Glimmer nor Scorpia have shared their timeline, which is fine. Preserving that you know... what happens and all. If we ever go home." "Anyway, I have a whole murder board on it!" He clears his throat. "What did you need assistance with?" 

:'''{{#var:246|Scorpia (246)}} has posed:''' Scorpia, grinning, listens to her friends and nods. She turns her energetic eagerness to help towards Entrapta, "Yes! What can we help you with? I like helping! I'm not sure if I'll be much help, but I'll do my best!" And she sits on the edge of whatever piece of furniture is closest. 

:'''{{#var:230|Gloria Moonhawk (230)}} has posed:''' Gloria Moonhawk slowly manages to extract herself from the hug and then sits down on the never-used bed. "Oof. Yeah. I'm queen, now. My mom..." She paused as she searched for the right word. "Isn't around right now. But, well, I don't actually have juice, either." She snapped her fingers and there were no sparkles. Even her hair in henshin... had no light specks. "And... what... kind of science? Please tell me you're not going to try and hack the planet with the black garnet again..." She then looked to Bow. "Wait, a murder board? Oh my gosh, did someone DIE? Who died?!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta was about to ask something, about how she wasn't sure we were all from the same time frames. Then Bow answered it. She pauses, rearranging the way this conversation was supposed to go in her head, and making some guesses about the nature of time. Then she's about to ask something else, and a 'murder board' is brought up. That brings her short, mouth hanging a little bit open, along with wondering if she should call Glimmer something else. Aside from the code names. Maybe call her some help. Wait, is that what happened to Glimmer's mom? "Well," she says as people focus on her a bit. "I was going to try to get some facts straight. But without any murder, that seems like it'd run counter to the goal here." She shrugs. Her body says, 'ah well. Nobody's actually dead, so let's move on', and she does so. "I know that Etheria is a crystal-based magic. There are six crystals, according to the data that I had access to, but I'm pretty sure that information is out of date." She rubs her head, then looks at each person. Scorpia, Glimmer, Bow. Not their names now, but she was never into names much anyway. "To my knowledge, it was a background radiation of magic that was caused by the crystals themselves. There were theories thrown around about the First Ones, but I have nearly no information on them. Can any of you tell me more?" Then, without pausing, she adds, "The reason for this is so I can more accurately identify our home radiation types. I found out recently that I might be able to convert energy forms, but I don't know enough about ours. So we could all get some level of Etherian magic again." Well, that bomb dropped. Fun? 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' When Glimmer goes off track on murder boards, Bow reaches out and takes her shoulders in his hands, squeezing them to get the girl to focus on him, "A murder board is a human term for an information board. I've been gathering information on this world and how it works and trying to figure out... trying to figure out how we can either all get in synch, or something. Like what Adora did with her sword." "The food looks good, doesn't it?" he asks Scorpia as he looks at the table, and picks up a tiny cake to snack on while he listens to Entrapta start her pitch. "Seven. There's a rumored seventh stone, the Spirit Ember, which was fire. But that's the best place to start. Each one of the stones seemed to control one element that was required for life on Etheria. Each of the stones was tied to the Princess it was attached to. Which reminds me!" His attention swivels back to Scorpia. "The Black Garnet was huge. But now you can wear it around your neck just as easily as Adora's stone is in her sword. How'd you make that happen?" he asks her curiously. 

:'''{{#var:246|Scorpia (246)}} has posed:''' Scorpia nods, her pincer tapping at the crystal around her neck. Truthfully, she had no idea. But she would try to find the words for Bow, for them all. Clearing her throat, she looks around at them all, "The last moment I remember before showing up here on Earth? Perfuma and I were headed to a ball together. One moment I was there, and the next? I was standing in the middle of a school dance here at the school. I'm not sure how my runestone transferred here, or why it chose to take this shape. But it's my only link to home, and it just seems fitting that it lies next to my heart when I'm walking around in my Earth form, no?" 

:'''{{#var:230|Gloria Moonhawk (230)}} has posed:''' Gloria Moonhawk smiled up at Bow and let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, good. Because, seriously. The only ones who could die here are like. Me and Scorpia, I guess. Well. And Horde Prime. That way it doesn't mess with our timelines, if things.... you know. Get fixed. But, ummmm... I don't think I'm going to be much help to you, Entrapta. I'm not really... connected to my runestone right now. I have no Etherian magic. Well... okay... I guess I have some. But it's not... quite the same. It's not powered by the runestone or Etherian magic anymore..." She'd had to turn to dark energy... She reached out and grabbed a small cake, taking a big bite of it before mmming... it was good... and she was really hungry. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "Neither do I, I've never found it to be a hindrance, Glimmer. Tell me more later, okay? I think that could help." But Entrapta says this distractedly, but she's kind of distracted so that would make sense. You know how Scorpia is good at hugs? and Glimmer at panicking? Entrapta is good at data processing. Years of being alone, she's got a super-power that she can take in data like nobody else. And she caught a lot of new facts in what just was said. "What's an Adora?" she asks, when it's all done. Laser-focused on the one real standout point in all of that chatter. The thing that didn't fit, with her current model of the universe. Adora. Stone. Sword. We don't talk much. But it doesn't last, and she's actually leaning toward Scorpia. "She has a runestone? You have one? Is it here? I've never actually seen one, can I touch it? I have so many tests I could do on a real runestone, you have no idea how much I could learn from one!" Ever see a person's eyes start to spin? Now you have. 

:'''{{#var:246|Scorpia (246)}} has posed:''' Scorpia, was a terrible listener. Had been. On Etheria. Her time on Earth, however, she'd grown. At least a little bit. So, wide-eyed and intent, she sits and listens, focused so that she can contribute in a way that matters. When Bow asks her more about her stone, she tilts her head and shrugs, "I'm not sure if it's just a piece of it. I feel all of its power either way. So, it's either all here, just smaller. Or, this small piece is still directly connected to its mother all the way in Etheria. I don't know enough about enough to be able to tell you." She chuckles and shakes her head, moving a pincer in front of her face and creating an orb of electricity between the tips, "All I know is? I'm glad I still have it." She turns to Glimmer and nudges her friend softly, shoulder to shoulder, in unspoken support. 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' "It just adjusted to your departure?" Bow asks, eyes wide as Scorpia explains how at least 2 tons of magical stone suddenly became small and ended up around her neck. "Maybe it is just a bit of the stone? Enough to power you and keep your connection to it with Etheria, maybe?" he asks thoughtfully. "But that doesn't explain why all of Glimmer's showed up." And then the question turned to Adora. "Do you know the legend of She-Ra?" Not Darth Palgueis the Wise. "Adora is her." 

:'''{{#var:230|Gloria Moonhawk (230)}} has posed:''' Gloria Moonhawk gave a soft shrug. "Yeah. The stones... well... their magic has always been... weird. And connected to us. It could be either or. MAybe it's just like... both? Or neither?" she said, before shrugging. "Sorry, the smart stuff has always been like... Bow's department. I'm the casts spells, blasts light, teleports us all where we need to go girl." She gave a small lean towards Scorpia, smiling up at her, before looking back to Entrapta. "Just... don't tamper with any runestones, okay? Last time you almost set off a chain reaction of... or you will, and it'll... oh, time stuff is weird," she finally settled on, shaking her head. "I'm sorry I can't offer much. My Runestone is trapped and we've only managed to move it out of the dusk zone and into Obsidian Tower. Past that, we haven't been able to move it since..." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta scratches her head. She rubs her eyes. She tries not to scream. Then she puts both of her hands on her knees, and leans forward. "So, let me sum up, really quick, what I've just heard." Deep breath. "The legend of She-Ra, the person who was somehow linked to the First Ones and the reason why our planet has no stars, is real and is alive. Both Scorpia and Glimmer have runestones, the stones which our planet uses to generate magic, and they are here on earth. Glimmer's stone is out of reach right now but with enough work we could possibly do something about that. And there's another rune stone that this Adora person has, who I have never met. Also at some point in my future I set off a chain reaction of some type that is so bad that you're avoiding talking about it in any direct fashion." Calm, but intense. She says, "And nobody has told me any of this, until just now, when I might have possibly been able to start gathering information on it literally weeks ago?" She taps her fingers on her knee, waiting for an answer. 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' Bow listens to all of this, considering as he sticks a tiny cake in his mouth. He muses over it all. And finally, he comes up with the decision he has to make in this situation... He gestures to Glimmer. "She's the Queen of Brightmoon, I thought she'd brought you to speed!" Bus, meet Glimmer. 

:'''{{#var:246|Scorpia (246)}} has posed:''' A slow blink. Was this Entrapta being mad? Was she able to get mad? The blonde couldn't remember a time where the quirky girl had ever really gotten ''angry'' angry before. The calmness with which she was speaking, was unnerving, either way. Scorpia bites her lip in an attempt not to laugh at Bow's answer, and nods, "In my defense, I don't know much more than you do!" 

:'''{{#var:230|Gloria Moonhawk (230)}} has posed:''' Gloria Moonhawk blinked a few times, her mouth falling open. Did. Did Bow just throw her under the bus?! "What?!" Glimmer shrieked, her voice going high pitched for a moment. "How am I supposed to bring her up to speed? I don't speak nerd! Besides, you were always the one who was good with like, people! Last time I involved Entrapta in anything we thought she died and then she joined the Horde! Then they tried to kill her and YOU found her, not me! Absolutely no good can come with me doing that! What am I supposed to do, introduce her to Riventon? Cause trust me. THAT will just make EVERYTHING worse! They'll find some way to hack THIS planet!" Oh, there was a conversation. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta just puts one hand on her own forehead. Then she sits up, and sighs. "I need to find a way to do this better," she says to herself. Then she gets up. Gets up, and paces. "You're fine," she says to Scorpia, though she's not really looking when she says it. She has no idea what is going on between Bow and Glimmer, but it's getting in the way of her work. So she says, "I need to math this. I'll get back to you all when I've got some answers." And then she's going out the door. That...was not the exit. That was a closet. She's walked into Glimmer's closet. "Wait, where am I now?" her voice says, muffled, from inside. To be fair, she probably isn't maxed out on wisdom, for all her other stats. 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' Bow blinks. And blinks some more. "SPEAK NERD?! Is that all I am to you? Your nerd translator?! She joined the Horde because we all thought she was dead when she wasn't! If anyone's to blame for ''that'', it's Catra!" he quickly adds. "You're always like this! Delegating and defelecting, unless it's something you want!" "And no, I don't want to introduce her to YOUR GOOD FRIEND Riventon, look what he's DONE TO YOU!" He makes his way to the closet door, opens it. "Entrapta. Wrong door." 

:'''{{#var:246|Scorpia (246)}} has posed:''' Standing, just because the mood in the room has escalated way higher than she wanted it to be, Scorpia blinks and kind of, doesn't really know what to do with anything being said... or with Entrapta walking into a closet? The only solution, besides eating yummy food, was hugs. Hugs she could do. As her Etherian self, or her Earthen self. She scoops Glimmer unceremoniously up into the crook of one arm on her way to Bow, scoops him up in the other and steps into the closet, adding the younger girl to the massive hug. She closes her eyes and just sways with them all, a soft melody of some unknown song resonating from within her. There was too much fighting between friends. Too much anger. Too much uncertainty. Whether or not her companions stay in her embrace, Scorpia takes a deep breath and shifts to her human self before opening her eyes again and speaking softly, "I know. That a lot has happened since being on Earth. But the important part is that we're ''together''. We can do anything we have to do, just like when we defeated Horde Prime and saved our precious planet. I know it's scary, all of the odds stacked against us. But it's not our first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last." Turning her somber attention to Entrapta, she nods, "You do the math. You're so good at math. But don't do this alone. Alone is when we fail. Bow can help with the science and the tech. You tell the rest of us how we can help. What we need to do. And we'll be there." 

:'''{{#var:230|Gloria Moonhawk (230)}} has posed:''' Gloria Moonhawk gave a sigh and face palmed. "Entrapta, come out of the closet," she said. For Bow's sake-- "Wait, WHAT?!" she asked, looking up at him. "Of course you're not just a nerd translator! You're my best friend but YOU'RE the nerd! I do the magic stuff, you figure out how all the tech works, make weird transceivers, understand what the first one's are trying to--" And then she was snatched into a hug with a squeak. And... and she was making it SO HARD to be mad at Bow... She lowered her gaze and... "Fine. Bow, Riventon hasn't done anything but try to help me. But you're right. I'm putting off.... too much on you. Entrapta, I'll.... get you the information, later. I'll stop delegating. I'll figure this out. I just... need to thing." She tried to pull away from Scorpia, but well.... the girl was built like a brick house. "Ugggggh..." she said, before henshining! And... becoming... well. The real Glimmer. Except her hair didn't have any sparkle. Just... darkness sparkles. As did her clothes. "... Just lock up when you're done." And then she disappeared, dusk porting away. 

:'''{{#var:226|Bow (226)}} has posed:''' Bow is scooped up into Scorpia's hug, and he doesn't even just try to fight it, he knows better. "And you're my best friend and I care a lot about you and I worry about you, and I want to help Entrapta and you and..." Glimmer transforms. Except she's no longer '''Glimmer'''. The darkness that's wrapped around her, that corrupts her. "....oh Glimmer." he says quietly, his tone heartbroken. "What have you done?" And then '''Dark Glimmer''' is gone. And there's nothing Bow can do about it. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta comes out of the closet, but only in one way. Really, being hugged out is probably a good method in general, and she's started to understand why people do the hug thing. "I wasn't.." she starts to say, but then there's a lot of other things going on. See, she really doesn't 'get' hugs yet, but she isn't exactly resistant to them. Also, all these social events happening are super-confusing. So she lets Scorpia hug it out, assumes that the math is on her shoulders (that part was pretty obvious, honestly) and then when it's all done, she says, "Feelings seem to be getting hurt..." And she doesn't actually know why. So, with Bow worried about Glimmer, and Scorpia worried about everyone, and Glimmer just generally worried, she asks one last thing. "Can I call you later?" Because, even to her, she knows that this isn't the time. It is that obvious. And she probably will. 
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2216/Mahou 101: Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha

2025-01-09T04:50:38Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta has cartoons on, in the background. It's something odd, a weird history lesson of sorts, while she works. "Pass me the flux," she says, and the roomba rolls across the table. It bumps a roll of flux closer to Entrapta, and she smiles behind her mask. Just some random piece of electronics, she's working on upgrading or fixing or learning about, one of those things most likely, but she's definitely thrown herself into the technology of the world. Earth. A mix of cultures, she's still not comfortable with. Christmas just passed, and she mostly ignored it. It gave her more time to get stuff done. Quiet time. Right now? She's not expecting anyone to come out to play, though there's always a possibility. "We're okay, right Emily?" The roomba bumps her hand, on the table she's working on. Peaceful time to work. Then, her stomach rumbles. Entrapta ignores it, but her phone sends out a message. Penelope calling, Entrapta is ignoring her body's needs again. Can you send someone? She has a few contacts stored. Good ones, people that matter. And that care. 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' About five minutes after the ignored rumble, the Shed door opens, and Rashmi bops in with a drinks tray in one hand, and a fairly well-laden cloth shopping bag in the other. "Entrapta-chan!" she chirps, grinning. "I heard you were hungry! Also I have a treat for you; Chrono gave me a new project, and it's... *definitely* gonna teach you a lot about Devices if you want to sit in. Also, did you have any more questions about Devices, specifically?" The food is lugged to a desk near her kohai, and various takeout containers arranged atop. It looks, to anyone who'd know, like Rashmi just did a sweep of the street-food stall just outside of campus; grilled meats divested of their skewers, takoyaki, vegetable croquettes (pre-sliced, to better serve Entrapta's one-food, one-bite meal philosophy), and two cups of warm, fragrant tea. A straw is poked into one of the cups, and nudged Entrapta's way. "But according to Penelope-chan, you need food first. So here y'go!" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Creeeeeeak? That's the sound of Entrapta raising her welding mask. Slowly, looking up from her work, because you have to stop working when people arrive. Right? Right. Oh, I know this person! "Rashmi?" She turns a look upon Penelope, you traitor. But, can't stay mad. She likes Rashmi. Also, research! "I...aaactually do!" she says, as she sets her tools down. And turns them off. So she won't burn the shed down. Nice of her. Entrapta comes out from her table, the work looking like..well, like work..and comes over with a smile and an exposed face. Taking osmething small to pop into her mouth, she smiles at Rashmi and then says, "I probably should take a break anyway. And I need to get your data on record properly, I wasn't recording last time." Hm. This is tasty! She eats another, then motions to a chair with a grin. Or with her hand, one of those two. "Do you mind going over some things we've already covered, just in case?" 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' "Of course!" Rashmi says, sliding into the indicated chair, then blinks. "Oop... right, one sec." And her hand comes up to the sunburst charm around her neck, and -- somehow -- she extracts what looks like an incredibly technologically advanced... cavalry lance. Which is just plunked down to lean against the nearby furniture. "So! Where did you want to start!" How evil, Rashmi, bringing such a toy out with zero comment and moving to *something else.* Just the worst. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta's mouth goes dry. There's a script to these interviews, and she was getting good at them! But...that thing looks really fascinating, and she so wants it. She wants to take it apart, or fix it, and she was not tracking her original goals quite bang-on. Eyes coming back up, she says, "How...about...tell me about that?" OKAY, I have no impulse control! Sheesh! "What is it? Is it one of your...No!" She slaps her cheeks, then focuses. "Decices! I mean, devices! Here, I'll just do it." She pauses, calling up in her memory. "Honestly Amy-chan, if I had anything but *guesses* then I'd have a cure for Dark Energy by next month...no, that's not the right bit. Um.." "There it is. '"A Device will find a resonance with a person who has a particular kind of Linker Core -- and honestly Devices themselves can't really say why -- and if that person registers with the Device, they become its Master."' You said that. Can you explain, maybe?" Okay, her eyes are totally on the new toy, but she's trying! 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' Rashmi cannot help but grin as Entrapta syncretizes *both* meanings of recall, and plays back Rashmi's part of that old coversation. "So okay," she says, arranging a selection of food onto her own napkin. "Let's start with Linker Cores. They're a kind of organ, that collects ambient mana and stores it, to circulate through the body. ...Note that this is all science according to the worlds that Devices *come from,* and I have a suspicion that Linker Cores are known by different terms with other kinds of magic, all talking about the same thing." Pausing to sip her tea, she clears her throat. "Anyway... Devices tap into the mana stored in a Linker Core to power magic." Glancing back at the lance, Rashmi grins even wider, then turns back to Entrapta. "*That* I will talk about when I cover different *kinds* of Devices." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Looking up from the new toy, Entrapta does a 'what, you were talking?' moment. She looks left, then right, then reviews what was said in her own memory core. We call them brains. Zombies love them, I hear. "Got it. That meshes with m observations," she says, as she tries to find some observations that she's had to mesh with. Hey, she's been busy! Also, not perfect. "Your Barrier Jacket simulates clothing by tapping into that, which is more accurately some form of barrier itself with a simulation system involved." She isn't eating, go figure. All that food, going to waste. "Would you mind bringing it up? I have more collection equipment this time, I can get information from the patterns used now than before." For reference, Amy Faust and Rashmi had shown up, yes. And shown off their transformations. But this was before Entrapta was really ready to start her research. It's still good data though. 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' "Absolutely," Rashmi chuckles, tucking a chunk of barbecued eel into her mouth before sliding out of her chair, removing the little sunburst-shaped charm from the cord around her neck. "Nicomachea: Set Up!"     << *BONG!* >> << COMMAND INPUT EXECUTE >> Rashmi is then enveloped in a bubble of golden, faceted light, which shatters to reveal her Barrier Jacket, and Nicomachea's giant armored book form, cradled in one arm. "Specifically," she says, "it's like a forcefield that simulates clothing, but also augments my strength. So I'd have trouble picking up a person normally, but my Barrier Jacket allows me to do so pretty easily." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "The word forcefield is sufficiently vague as to have no scientific meaning," Entrapta says distractedly as she looks at the data on wavelengths that comes up on her screen. "But I'm getting into it. There's a magnetic pulse involved, and ...something. I'll be able to say more later." So this at least has the power to draw her away from OOH SHINY NEW THING! Information and data. But she isn't really watching, so much as analyzing. "How strong would you say that you are? No, that's not important. Where does it all come from?" She pauses, then holds up a hand. "I'm absolutely desperate to ask about that new toy you brought in, but I'm trying to stay on topic as long as possible. It's hard!" 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' Obligingly, Rashmi lets Nicomachea fall open, and a holographic screen blips into existence over the pages. "I'm sure a Device Mage whose specialty was medicine would be able to give you exact answers to that one, but personally? All I know is the Linker Core sits... somewhere int he body, and the Device taps into the energy to power spells. Each Device has a different array of spells loaded in, and they work a lot like computer programs; they involve a lot of extra-dimensional math, which I just could not do without Nicomachea doing most of the actual calculating for me; it's a benefit of having an Inteligent Device. My boyfriend, Chrono, grew up in the worlds Devices come from, and he can actually do the math without the help; his Device isn't intelligent at all." At the admission, Rashmi chuckles. "And I promise I'll tell you about it and where it came from. ...Unless that's the question you meant to ask, where *Devices* come from?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta pauses. Then she answers, after having a moment. "No, it's all good information. I didn't think to ask about medical issues but I really should add that to my investigation, it could allow for me to help with injuries in the future if a person of some group needed it." She seems quite serious about that, taking the data as important and worthy. Very worthy. "I was asking historically though. Nicomachea is so advanced, he has to have an advanced culture behind him. Is there much information known? I know that some groups have informed me about their lack of actual background before signing up for their particular area of magical support." 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' "Hooo," Rashmi says, letting the book float over her shoulder as she sits back down. "Thousands of years of history, in fact... Not all of which I know, sadly. But what I do know... The Time-Space Administration Bureau administers at least a hundred different worlds, across several dimensions. Its capital is Mid-Childa, which also generated the magical standard used on most of those worlds. A thousand or so years ago, they fought a war with a different magical star nation, the Belkan Empire. Mid-Childa won the war, and the Belkan Empire was folded into the TSAB. But where Mid-Childan magic is more concerned with longer-ranged magic as a general rule, Belkan Devices..." She gestures back at the lance. "They're a warrior culture, so their magic is a lot more concerned with close combat. That right there is... *most* of a Belkan Device, it's just missing the core that holds all the programming." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The look on Entrapta's face is torn. She loves history, but only so much as it educates her on technology. So listening to this gives her something to work with, but not enough. "If there's a writeup of that anywhere, I can review it for important facts," she says with a half-smile. It's almost with a visible sigh that she's directed to the actual object that she's been shown, indirectly thus far. "I want to touch it," she mumbles to herself. Then, more loudly, "Can I touch it?" Well, I never said that Entrapta had an inside voice. "The core programming is missing? That's disappointing, but there's a lot you can learn from a society's hardware. Why do you have it? I have so many questions. Why is the core missing? Do you know where it went? Can we adapt anything to simulate a core? What kind of programming does it use?" Okay, now she's clearly engaged with the topic! 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' "I'll ask Chrono," Rashmi says, bobbing her head. "And yes, you can touch it if you like! Just, obviously, try not to swing it around, it's heavy." With permission given, she picks at her lunch, sorting Entrapta's questions to answer in order. "The core programming and the hardware that *stores* it is missing, yeah. I sort of... picked it up from a fight against a Devicer problem a few days ago, I'll explain more in a sec. The core's missing because it was never installed, it came from a small ship that was carrying a few Devices as... I think for resupply purposes? And as far as i can tell there's no way to simulate a Device Core without the equipment and materials necessary to properly fabricate one... which doesn't exist on Earth. All the parts I've been able to source, came from fallen chunks of a starship that managed to explode in *time* as well as in space. And to the last one... Nicomachea? Could you display the code for your Storage function?" Obligingly, the screen above the books pages begins to display text... dense, with strange symbology, that scrolls and scrolls and scrolls and scrolls. "Thaaaaaaat's the first few dozen pages of code that has to do with Nicomachea's ability to store things in an extradimensional pocket, in stasis. Even thermal activity is preserved as the state it was in when it was stored, which is *really* handy in the summer." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta is very good at some things, very bad at others. Keeping from doing things when she really wants to do them is on the second of those two lists. She's trying to pick the item up a half-heartbeat after she's given permission, and listening with her ears even if she's not with her hands. It's okay, her hands are basically a different entity anyway. "I've never tried to mesh alien systems with your human technology, but it's not like it's entirely impossible. Also I have a few nonhuman options of my own," she says as she's inspecting the Lance. She wouldn't swing it around, apparently she's just there to look at it more closely as she gets in close, looking at all of the things. Her head shoots up when Nicomachea is called on though, and she puts the lance down. Cooooode. Cooooooooooooddddddddddeee.... Her eyes bug out as she tries to memorize what she's seeing. No words, her brain is on fire. Cooooode. For once, she might actually not be hearing what's being said around her. 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' Nicomachea, at least, is nice enough to wait until a major function call is entirely spelled out, before halting the display. Better to end a story on a chapter marker, rather than mid-paragraph. With a cheerful *bong!* the screen blips away, and Rashmi chuckles. "I'll see if he's willing to put the whole thing in text you can read from your laptop," she says. "And no, it's not impossible... But a Device Core using Earth technology would require... um..." She glances at the book, raising an eyebrow, and nods. "A computer the size of the school, to run at 0.005% efficiency, Nico says. As for *why* I brought that? My boyfriend gave me a test. If I want to qualify as a TSAB Meister -- that's the title given to Device mechanics -- I have to disassemble and rebuild Nicomachea, and upgrade him, using parts sourced from Earth." There, Rashmi nods to the lance. "That was on Earth when I found it. So... I'm gonna be spending the next lot of days taking that apart, cataloguing each part, and studying how each part interacts with each other part. It's Belkan make, but since Belka's part of the TSAB now, they should be fairly well compatible." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Eyes swirling, Entrapta takes a few seconds to recover. Her mind wants to study that code, and she's not sure she grasped anything that she read. But it's a start. "I'll study it with all my ability!" she insists. But that's not what Rashmi is asking. "What -are- you asking?" Entrapta says, frowning as she realizes that she's not sure why she's being shown the Lance. Or any of this. She turns to Rashmi, then puts a hand on her right hip. "I'm sure that I can be of use, somehow, but right now this is a bit above me. I'd be an assistant at best. Admittedly a very good assistant, I know I could be of use, but I mean. I have to start somewhere, and this is a new technology to me still." 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' "Well I mean," Rashmi says, chuckling. "I'd love to have an assistant to help, but mostly? I know how much you love to learn about new things, and I thought you'd just have fun learning right along with me, since all of this is gonna be information I'll be *needing* to study." Basically: Rashmi offering to spend still more extra time with her kohai, doing *Entrapta's* favorite thing. "If I know how it all fits together and interconnects, I can use that to upgrade Nicomachea safely! ...Because if I fail the test, it means Nicomachea will have failed his stress-test. And uh... I don't *want* that." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Okay. Entrapta stands there a moment, then takes a deep breath. She needs am moment to be able to respond to that. But when she does, she's ...weird. ""Rashmi? I'm going to give you a hug. If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?" It's very close to something that Rashmi once said to Entrapta, not too long ago. She might remember, or she might not. But it's very much the first time that Entrapta has initiated one. In her life, possibly. I'd take that as a yes. "Yes, I'll help. Yes, I will put all of my considerable abilities to helping. YES!" 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' Rashmi dimly remembers her verbage when she first hugged Entrapta, and considering her kohai's powers of recall, she can be trusted to be mostly repeating Rashmi's words. Either way, when Entrapta *initiates* the hug, Rashmi makes a small 'awwww' sound, opening her arms to accept, and reciprocate, when Entrapta *does* go in for the hug. "I'm glad to hear that, Entrapta. It should be fun! But first, was there anything else you wanted to ask me? Or did you want me to do a couple spells for your equipment to analyse?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Hug. An awkward hug, but a hug nonetheless. And Entrapta has no idea how to disengage, so she just kind of lets her arms drop and it's very strange, but she made a good effort and is almost positive that the meaning got across. She pauses, then scratches her own chin for a second in thought. Then, she says, "Maybe one. So anyone reading my notes can see how cool you actually are." It IS very important that the notes be complete. And, looking at the camera, she insists to herself that this isn't anything to do with a fourth wall situation. No, this is for science! "Show off, I'll get it all down when you're ready!" She's on it! SCIENCE! 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' Awkwardness can be smoothed out of hugs with practice. When the arms fall away, Rashmi steps back, and tries very, very hard not to laugh when her kohai calls her awesome. "Well... I can demonstrate the flexibility of Mid-Childan magic? Let's see..."     << *BONG!* >> << SOLAR BARRET >> A half-dozen spheres of golden light resolve into being, orbiting the Devicer's head like a planetary halo. "These are Barrets," she explains. "They're the most basic Mid-Childan attack spell, and you can tweak a bunch of different parameters based on what you need. Or, if you want to effect more fundamental changes...     << BLAZE SHIFT >> And the spheres burst into flame... though the flames are as purely golden as the original Barrets, and their heat feels... muted. Shielded, somehow. "Chrono taught me how to add thermal components to some of my spells. Mid-Childan magic is nonlethal by default, note; even fire magic won't burn *living beings,* but it'll simulate the feeling. With nonliving things, and structures? Not so restrained. Device magic can be pretty hard on the environment, if you don't take steps."     << GLACE SHIFT >> With a screeching *CRACK* like flash-frozen water, the balls of fire shed little golden sparks, as they become fist-sized lumps of what resembles ice... though still golden and glowing, thus appearing more like crystal than frozen water. "These, I use for helping to contain a target; the ice kind of sticks and clings in space, makes it harder to move even if you're airborne." And then the crystals shatter into shards of golden light, that flake away to nothing. "Most of *my* attack spells aren't really high-powered, but that's because my specialty is more defense and support. If you wanted recordings of *high-energy* magic, I could get Nanoha-chan or Molly-chan, but their demonstrations *would* be hard on the environment. So a field trip would be involved." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' "I have got to set up some targets for people to demolish," Entrapta says, as she watches with her eyes wide. "I could set them up with sensors, a lot of tests I could do like that. Environmental as well, localized and more general..." She is rambling, but at least it's related and slightly on topic. But she perks up, then says, "Let me get that set up, then I will absolutely call on you and Nanoha and Molly and oh gosh oh gosh so many others I need to call back for more testing now but I have to build it first and there's not enough room and I think I can work that out if I'm properly able to insulate and I don't know where but there's a way if I can only think of it." Breathe, pause, and she looks at Rashmi. "Maybe with some help, I mean." And the grin she gives is almost...joyful? Woah, she's asking for assistance with the project? Well. Maybe she's actually growing after all. 

:'''{{#var:41|Rashmi Terios (41)}} has posed:''' "I'd love that!" Rashmi says, grinning back. "And if you make them portable, I could create a testing environment that'll ensure the destruction to the surroundings is temporary. Nanoha, Molly and I all have spells that'll actually shift a bubble of space to one side, dimensionally. People without magic get filtered right out, so there's no hazard to anything outside the bubble." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta pulls up her computer, then starts a program with the ability to show images. She brings Rashmi over, then starts to go over her ideas, taking Rashmi's suggestions when they are offered. Moving targets, sensory apparatus, systems and tests. There's time to talk now, and she so rarely has anyone to talk her ideas out with. Or to take the ideas of, and make part of the end product. Yes it takes time. And yes, it will take work to make a reality. But it's fun, and dangit, it's worth doing. Just for the joy of making something become a reality, with a mind that's sharp and ready to engage. And, it seems that Entrapta, the eternal loner, is starting to be ready for the greatest power of Mahou. Teamwork. 
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2173/Mahou 101: Sailor Senshi

2025-01-02T23:36:17Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The shed is serene; nobody comes here without a reason, even if that reason is simply to get away from everyone else. Honestly that solitude has done wonders for Entrapta, and for her work. Within she's working on something that needs a bit of focus. Precision work, with electronic parts placed carefully about her. It looks haphazard but she knows exactly where each part is, and what it does. A spark flies as she welds a single wire into place, her face hidden behind a dark mask. She leans past a fizzy drink, taking a sip from a straw, and grabs a part carefully. Her hands are gloved, each and every part kept in isolation. Then she fits the tiny piece into place, turning her mask to let a magnifying focus give her precise vision for this weld. "Okay, girl. We've got this, just hold still for me a little longer. I promise it won't blow up this time." She steadies her hand, then leans in with the saudering tool in one hand and a welding spark in the other. "Here we go.." Sure would be a bad time for someone to walk in. Buuut luckily she manages the weld with no problems and nobody walks in right then. Yay! Trope subverted! "That was close! I was actually worried. Well, let's test your power source!" and she flips the power. The moment afterward is both hilarious and terrifying, and anyone walking in would get to see the lights flicker for a moment! And a bit of smoke coming out of the purple-haired girl's mouth and ears. "Ow." 

:'''{{#var:43|Usagi Tsukino (43)}} has posed:''' The Shed ''is'' pretty serene, but Usagi had heard about these interview/investigation/data collection sessions from Rashmi... and Amy... and Coco... and Madoka... and Wako... really, a lot of her friends! So it wasn't anything like a surprise to get an invite to come and share more information about their magic. Entrapta was, by all accounts, a nice girl, too, so Usagi's pretty excited to have a chance to meet her. She's walking over with Mamoru and Luna, bundled up in her heavy pink coat and with thick leggings under her skirt, all the better for keeping warm. "Rashmi-chan's really taken Entrapta-chan under her wing, and she's really excited to have her own kohai, even though I think we have like, a lot of them, technically? And she wants to know more about how magic works!" She says as they walk along the path to the Shed, hurrying against the chilly wind. "I don't see ''why'' she wants to know," Luna sniffs, tucked in close against Usagi's shoulder, ears pinned back against the chill. "You've all gotten along just fine so far." "I mean, I think all the troubles we've seen have proven that is not true ''at all'' -" Usagi reaches for the Shed door, twisting the special knob to open it, just in time to see the lights flicker and smoke coming out of a purple-haired girl's mouth and ears. The two stop and stare, and then Usagi steps further into the room, points at Entrapta, and says, "Mamochan, I think you should check on her." Luna's tail flicks, and she mutters very quietly, "Perhaps I don't need to be worried after all." 

:'''{{#var:38|Mamoru Chiba (38)}} has posed:''' Staring-- and then Mamoru's already closing the door behind them and moving swiftly past Usagi toward Entrapta. He's got a hand up to reach for Entrapta, telegraphing his motions, and he says right before touching the back of her hand, "I'm a healer. I just want to make sure you didn't do yourself any lasting damage--" Then he's talking again, even as the ''sensation'' of his magic is a flood of information for Entrapta. "Electrification's usually okay, just unpleasant, right? But there was ''smoke'' coming out of your ears..." It ''is'' a hell of a sensation: warm gold suffusing everything and immediately taking away any lingering pain, a sense of connectedness to life on this planet, to its long history -- not just human history, but history in geological time. But oh, human history as well: there are ''stories'' connected to buildings, to ancient ruins; there are stories told by streets, by objects, echoes of connections past. It's all an enormous welcome, an invitation to be connected, too. It feels like respite, like the safety that home holds for some people. It has the feelings of mountains and streams and fields and oceans, of the living rivers underneath cities, of the electrical nervous systems of them, of life in pockets and seas... and there's something more personal, the feeling of explicitly Mamoru's concern, a background curiosity and interest, and absolutely medical knowledge clicking into place. "Startlingly, you'll be fine...?" he says, eyes wide as he takes his hand back and all the feelings withdraw. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The purple-haired girl doesn't normally have that much hair, does she? I mean, people would have said something. I mean, sure, it's possible that the halo of hair around her head was caused by the electrical surge, but she wouldn't fit through doorways! She tracks the arrival of ..are her EYES purple too? Yikes, that's some theme. Of..the new arrivals, especially Mamoru, her mouth opening to try and say something but then she's being healed and there's data to process! "Oh, I wish I'd been recording that," she says as he finishes. "If I were to try to melt my brain a second time, would you be willing to ....no? Your face says no. Okay, I guess not." Then the girl smiles, waving to Usagi as if to ask her to join them! And the cat! "Sorry, I was just doing some upgrades. I think it's okay, I just need to handle a few loose connections." Like the ones in her skull, possibly. "Can I help you? Have we met? I am here gathering data on magic styles, and yours seems new. Ooh, are you here to help?" She rubs her hands together, smiling brightly! Her hair is soooo long! And purple. I like purple. 

:'''{{#var:43|Usagi Tsukino (43)}} has posed:''' There's a look on Usagi's face that's all relief and also all questions - like, 'are you okay?' 'are you SURE you're okay?' 'oh, you're just like this? oh, okay' - but none of them are voiced, they just live on Usagi's face for a moment before she giggles a little and smiles brightly. "Please don't hurt yourself on purpose! Mamochan's nice, I'm sure he'd heal you again." This, as she comes closer, shaking Luna off (the black cat hops down onto the table with a huff). "I'm Usagi Tsukino, grade 10, also Sailor Moon, and this is my fiancé, Mamoru Chiba. We ''are'' here to help! And we have not met, but a lot of my friends have told me about you, so I wanted us to come help you with your research. We're Senshi, and I don't think you've gotten to talk to any of us? Also, this is Luna, she's my advisor, and don't mind her if she gets snarky, she's like that." The cat? Snarky? "How ''rude''," Luna huffs, and oh right, that explains it. "However, it is nice to meet you, Entrapta-san. If whatever you were doing upgrades on is liable to electrocute you again, you may wish to have support on hand. You could have seriously hurt yourself." 

:'''{{#var:38|Mamoru Chiba (38)}} has posed:''' "Brains are really tricky," Mamoru admits, "so please no, I agree. I already had to put one back together once and I'm still not sure I put everything back where it was supposed to go." He's silly amounts of tall, at least six feet, in this land of people who are generally considerably shorter than that-- and it's ''really'' silly when you realize Usagi is also exceptionally short. He's got over a foot on her. Black-haired and blue-eyed, his face ''is'' nice, a nice expression; he's wearing a black shirt and a black leather jacket and blue jeans, and shiny brown dress shoes. He adds, "I'm in grade 11, but I go to this school too. What can we help you with first?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta blows some dust out of the mechanism she'd been working on, then coughs into her sleeve for a moment. Then she pops it closed, and the little device makes a whirring sound before settling to silence. Then she comes around the table, glancing at Luna thoughtfully. Peering slightly, she makes a mental adjustment. Clearly cats on this world are more intelligent than she'd expected. Nodding as she gathers another important data point (this is going to come back on her someday) Entrapta says, "I have safety procedures, but that one was a surprise. Electricity ran a bit differently back home." Wouldn't that require a change in the laws of nature? Maybe. Or maybe she's the one that's changed. "Let me get recording, and.." she leans over her table, then slaps a button. A few things seem to activate, and she turns back to you! "There we go!" Well, that was easy. "Don't worry, my brain is pretty well scrambled as it is," she says cheerily. In the background, the little 'bot she'd been working on? It starts to move, trundling over toward Luna. Where it pauses, as if looking at her. It's a roomba. Maybe it wants to tidy that location? Entrapta, for reference, is shorter than average. So Mamoru would tower over her, as she says, "You're tall." She pulls out a tape measure, then quickly gets a data point on him. Without missing a beat, she continues with: "Well, what is a Senshi? Seems like a good place to start, there." 

:'''{{#var:43|Usagi Tsukino (43)}} has posed:''' Luna looks back at Entrapta, with that cat-stare of infinity. She's quite the lovely little black cat, with her well-groomed fur and her wine-red eyes, and the golden crescent moon on her forehead. She seems to stare into Entrapta's soul... And then the Roomba comes over, and she steps daintily aside, assuming she's in the poor robots path of cleaning, watching it carefully, because she has learned cleaning robots sometimes want to take the fur ''off'' of her to keep shedding down... "The electricity worked differently? That's cool!" That sounds plausible enough to Usagi, who honestly could not explain how electricity worked even if Chibiusa said it was the only way to keep the Silver Crystal out of her sticky little hands. "Sure, sure, get recording, that sounds like a good idea." Things activate, and Luna hums in mild concern - "You shouldn't go out of your way to scramble it more" - as she circles the Roomba. "That is ''such'' a good question," Usagi contemplates the answer. "It means you're a Sailor Guardian, and you've got a connection to a... not just a planet, because it's moons and dwarf planets too, but, a thing in space? And when you transform, if you're a girl, you have a Sailor collar." In the background Luna is making ''such'' a face of 'well she's not... wrong....' 

:'''{{#var:38|Mamoru Chiba (38)}} has posed:''' "I ''am'' tall," Mamoru agrees gravely. He holds still to get measured, eyebrows up, then takes a seat on top of one of the desks. He looks over to Usagi, glancing at Luna on the way, then grins at her explanation of being a Sailor Senshi. "If you're not a girl, you apparently get formalwear," he adds, then laughs and shakes his head. "All our connections to our planets take on themes, like for example-- Mercury is the Senshi of Wisdom and Water. And the powers fit the-- the stories of the planets, a little bit. But we're not-- we're all reincarnated, too." Mamoru pauses to look uncertain, then, glancing at Usagi. "I'm not sure about the guys. They have qualities they're knights of, but I don't know if their powers are themed like yours seem to be." Then he holds his hands out, and he looks at them, and they glow a little, and he laughs once more. "Honestly, I'mm not sure that's a good way to explain. And we didn't have anyone explain it to ''us''. Maybe if we give you a lot of data you can tell us later when you have it figured out? Since you're recording, should we just show you? I'm better at showing than telling." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta? Her mind is awhirl. Did their faces say no? They confirmed it with words, which suggests that...wait, did I get a social cue correct? That suggests that increases socialization has added effects! I'm actually progressing toward a state in which I can tell a person things and have them make some level of sense! To them! I have to continue this experiment, and allow for data points accepting alterations in my personal reaction sphere....they're talking to me. Blinking, Entrapta quickly reviews what was actually said. She heard it, but...data! Oh, okay. "Emily, leave her alone. Emily's curious." She seems to be referring to the roomba, which has turned to ...well, not follow, but at least face toward Luna. "I think she wants to say hello! She's quite affectionate." Jotting down information, the purple-haired girl (her hair is settling down, looks like it's normally twintails!) paces as she writes. "That makes sense, I do need to try to get some kind of demonstration if at all possible. So you say it's different by gender? I'm so lucky you both came, then!" She grins, looking up and giving a thumbs-up that looks like it's really important. Puts a lot of emphasis into it. "I can look up information later, if anything is left out. I get that there's always going to be data that's missed, but the focus here is largely on magic." Then she looks at Luna, who's still being semi-stalked. "Do you have a third form of magic? Or is that a personal question? I can never tell if I'm overstepping boundaries, I've spent my life in a few rooms with only robots for company. I think I might be a little weird." Doesn't seem to bother her? She clearly likes who she is. "I'd love it if you could do a transformation. That's always a big moment, and gives off the best magical resonances." Whatever those are. 

:'''{{#var:43|Usagi Tsukino (43)}} has posed:''' "Emily?" Usagi and Luna ask at the same time, Usagi looking at the Roomba for the first time, Luna with more curiosity. Luna is the one to continue, "Is she aware? I was presuming she was a simple Roomba, but if she isn't going to come after my fur, I don't mind her inspection..." Well, now Emily is being inspected as carefully as Luna considers her. She sniffs it, but presumably it still just smells like a Roomba, at least... "Well, it's seemed different by gender so far," Usagi confirms, "I'm not sure if it's accounting for every gender? Because that sounds like a lot. And I've never tried to transform as not a girl..." Hm, that sounds like an experiment for the disguise pen, but would that ''work''? All the more to test! "We ''are'' all reincarnations, so I don't know if that impacts things," she confirms with a glance at Mamoru. "We all had - well, wait, no, ''almost'' all of us are reincarnations - Sailor Pluto isn't one, she's just been... alive since all the rest of us were alive the first time..." Hm, she might know more - "There were no male Senshi known to us at the time," Luna says, breaking her staring contest at Emily to look up at Entrapta. "I am a Mau - an alien species from beyond the Earth's system. My species is able to transition between feline and humanoid forms, while maintaining our ability to communicate in either form. Usagi-chan's mother in her previous life also shared with me certain powers, but I'm afraid that's not relevant to being a Senshi." Usagi blinks - "Did you say you lived your whole life in just a few rooms? Are you okay? I mean it's okay to be weird, that's fine, but I mean with the just a few rooms thing!" But... she does sound okay... "Sure, I can do a transformation. I use my broach; Luna gave me the original one, but it actually changed recently... here, you can look-" She pulls the broach from her jacket pocket and holds it out, allowing Entrapta to look but not touch, before raising it into the air. "Moon Crystal Power, Make Up!" There's a rush of light, Usagi's body briefly shrouded by a pastel rush of pale color, leaving only her eyes and a golden crescent moon mark on her forehead visible in her skin, before ribbons cover her frame, before transforming into her fuku, boots, and gloves. Her skirt and Sailor collar, and ribbons pop into existence next, and then her tiara, earrings, and odango caps, along with a swish of make up. All of that happens in the span of a few seconds, and then Sailor Moon stands in the shed. Luna smiles to see her. This Senshi - this Soldier of the Moon, who is still so ''new'', having not existed in the Silver Millennium, her precious princess, her queen and friend's daughter. She'll have to tell her, and the others, about their Sailor Crystals, she supposes. It hasn't been relevant - it isn't as though most of them ''have'' them readily available, safely hidden within them as they are - but they should know more of their power, and their origins. Those Sailor Crystals represent their ties to their guardian planet, after all. 

:'''{{#var:38|Mamoru Chiba (38)}} has posed:''' "I'm not sure about a third form of magic-- for a couple of years in this life I used Dark Energy, but it's really really bad for you. So bad for you. It's like eating lead. The more you eat the sicker and crazier you get," the black-haired boy says, then shuts up and waits for Usagi, briefly looking at Emily and Luna. No he doesn't wait actually, he leans over a little and says, "We should try. I might get a fuku." Then he looks at Luna and says a little wistfully, "Maybe things would have gone differently if anyone had known. But I doubt it." She does sound okay -- Mamoru's not going to pry. No. Instead, he's going to watch with hearts in his eyes as Usagi transforms into Sailor Moon: he'll never get tired of watching her. Then he stands and takes a pocket watch from his pocket-- a six-pointed gold star with a round blue-and-white nighttime-ish design behind the hands. "I inherited this from my parents, who I don't remember at all," he says, showing her. "And when Kunzite borrowed it, his henshin looked like mine for a while. Like this." He takes a breath and holds up the watch, and he calls out calmly, firmly, "Earth Prism Power, Make Up!" A half second later, it's ''like'' Usagi's transformation, but almost in reverse: her bright colors are his dark jewel tones, and her red ribbons are his clothing gradually resolving on the dark silhouette of his figure. They resolve into a smartly cut black tailcoat tuxedo, a red-lined black cape, and a luminous-in-the-moonlight half-translucent white mask. He spreads his hands, then flips his hand around and produces a rose out of nowhere, holding it out for Entrapta to take. "And," he says, and throws another one out of nowhere, and there's a red streak afterimage that follows it before it sticks, stem first, vibrating in the wall and dropping a couple of petals. "They also break chains, concrete, magic, and some youmas." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Emily is a roomba. She smells like one. She is shaped like one. She backs away a little as Luna approaches her. Then it (she?) turns to look at Entrapta, who waves to her and nods! Its okay! Yes, it appears that Entrapta has imbued intelligence in a glorified mop. Well. Huh. She holds still so Luna can inspect her, having no real way to communicate. "I'll work on her being able to do more, she's very much a work in progress. But Ms Setsuna wants her back, so I might not be able to finish her right off." So many questions, so few answers. But, back on topic? "I've never encountered magic like yours, so I can't say. This is just data gathering, at this stage. Though I appreciate having your scholar with you." She nods respectfully to Luna, but isn't a mindreader so misses some of the background. Also she isn't sure who Pluto is, so she asks. "Mm, Pluto. Is she around?" You. Just. Mentioned. Her! Well, if nobody tells her, how would she have known? Anyway. Scritching the top of her own head, Entrapta studies her notes. Then looks up, about the being locked up. "Oh. Yeah. It's fine, I made friends. Emily's the first one I've been able to produce here, though." Wow. That's...horrible. And also, leaning to one side so she can see her computer screen when Transformations begin! She tries to see both that, and her screen where her data is coming up. "Oh! Fascinating, the shifts in patterns are..crystaline? That's incredible, I have to work out the math on this." She doesn't look up for the rose. So much data to work through! Then, her head shoots up when Mamoru throws the second one. "What?" Pause. Then she gets up, both hands reaching out. "A power transfer tool I can keep? With an expended matrix to compare it to?" Her eyes are spinning. "That's so wonderful..." Neeeeerrrrrrrrd! 

:'''{{#var:43|Usagi Tsukino (43)}} has posed:''' Emily smells like a Roomba. Looks like a Roomba. Sounds like a Roomba. But she's definitely ''more'' than a Roomba, that much is obvious. "As she is clearly more than a regular Roomba now, I believe Setsuna-san would appreciate receiving ''a'' Roomba back, rather than you undoing what has been done." You have Made A Friend, Entrapta, and now you are forever responsible for what you have made. "Yeah," Usagi hums, "I figured it would be better to have Luna with us, because she kind of knows the most out of any of us about how this all works? I mean, I recently got this new rod -" and she flicks her wrist and suddenly there is the Spiral Heart Moon Rod in her hand, as long as her forearm, with a crown-and-heart shaped end at the staff, with it's golden bow - "Instead of my old one. I don't think I can get the old one back? But, when I needed to be stronger, I was. That's kind of what being a Senshi is like, for me. When I ''need'' it, the power is there, and I know what to do?" It's very unscientific, as Ami would complain. "Oh, it's Crystal-y? That makes sense! I have a crystal," Usagi says cheerfully, and opens her broach, to show Entrapta the Silver Crystal. 

:'''{{#var:38|Mamoru Chiba (38)}} has posed:''' She seems okay. Despite the three rooms thing and literally making her friends, she seems okay? She's very weird, but Mamoru already likes her, and she ''seems okay'' so he's still not going to ask. It's just-- she was more alone than he was, even before he met Takashi. Tuxedo Mask grins back at Entrapta a little lopsidedly. "Yes, correct. You're welcome! I should probably be more careful with them, they ''do'' have some of my energy in them, but... I think it's plenty safe to give them to you." He pauses and frowns at her experimental arrays. "Do you need a third one? In case expending the intact one doesn't record right?" Then Usagi legit just goes 'OH I have a crystal!!!' and Tuxedo Kamen's gaze lands swiftly on Luna, but then he laughs. "I don't have a crystal, though, so I wonder why mine looked like that? Maybe you should have had a third senshi here, too." Then the boy in the mask takes a breath, looks to make sure Entrapta is still recording, and then doesn't gesture or say anything-- there's just a line of crackling, sparking light that travels over him like self-lighting charcoal, leaving behind it a prince in a cape and pauldrons, greaves, faulds-- and a semi-military-looking tunic beneath it, dark blue with light blue and gold designs on it. "And this is more or less what I looked like around the time of the Younger Dryas. I'm stronger and have better access to some of my power this way." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Gah. "Gah! This is totally the opposite of my last interview, I have almost too much data! Which is impossible, of course, but you can only process so much in a limited frame of time!" She's talking to the room, not to anyone in particular, as she gets up and takes the rose. And then is shown Usagi's Silver Crystal And then another transformation, which she can compare readings on to the previous one on the same subject. And she has to compare the data on the roses, and the existing pattern forming in her wavelength readings, and so many other things. She slaps herself on her cheeks, then takes a deep breath. "Okay, it's going to be a long night," she says. It does not sound like an upset statement. Just one that has a lot of work to do. "Can I get back to you on ...almost all of that? You've given me a lot, and I have to work through the math on all of it. Like, the crystal? I didn't mean that directly, let me get a reading on that one though hang on.." She was staying on topic for like, ten seconds there. Then she's scanning Usagi's crystal, and her hands are just doing it, and she's still talking. "No I was noting a pattern in the data points that suggests a crystal wavelength structure. Your magic itself is crystaline in nature, it forms patterns instead of staying in a stable structure. I think it might be unique, but that means it's going to be exponentially difficult to plot." Maybe Luna grasped that. Or Luna already knew that. But. "Is...there anything else I need to know?" Entrapta looks up, at you both. 

:'''{{#var:43|Usagi Tsukino (43)}} has posed:''' Entrapta says she's okay. She seems okay. She made her own friends and she lived in a small room and she has Rashmi to be her senpai, and she has Usagi and Mamoru to be her friends, and she's okay. And if it turns out later she's not? That's okay. That's what friends are for. But for now? They have a little overwhelmed her and - "You can definitely get back to us on that! Plus, like, we're friends now, so you can always ask to look at my magic again; I don't mind helping you learn more - and Sailor Mercury would probably ''love'' to talk shop with you, she loves data!" She will casually confirm that of course there will be future times to study and answer questions and get more to learn. "And Pluto ''is'' around! I'll ask her to come talk to you too, and she'll probably love chatting about more stuff?" She hums a little, thinking of what a nerd (affectionate) Setsuna is, and nods decisively. "I'll definitely tell her." And then she closes up her compact, hiding the crystal. "So our magic makes crystal patterns... I don't really know what that means? But it's ''cool''." Luna ''did'' know what it meant - or at least, she had a feeling she did. It meant that the Senshi, and their Sailor Crystals, were constantly evolving, integrating their expectations, their emotions, their lives, into their power, their abilities. The Leaves of Oak. The Mercury Lyre. The Mars Arrow. The Venus Love Me Chain. The Spiral Heart Moon Rod, still held so casually in Sailor Moon's hand - what are these but the power of a Senshi made manifest, carved into existence by will and heart and power? It was the Senshi's Sailor Crystal - like Usagi's very own Silver Crystal - that allowed them to ''be'' Senshi, and they would always ''be'' Senshi, once awakened. It was who they were. It was why Luna worried so much about the Fade, and what it would do to her charges, who had been reborn to be who they were and could not be anyone else. But she wouldn't say any of that, in front of a stranger. Instead, she cleared her throat, and said, "I would be willing to speak with you again, as well. I am interested in following your research, young Entrapta." And then Usagi taps her chin and says, "Oh, right, last thing - since you're getting readings and all!" And then with a flash of light, she's in a gauzy white dress with gold decor, her blond hair silver, her skin faintly glowing with moonlight. "This is what I looked like, back then. We were the Prince and Princess, instead of Senshi; the others have been Senshi both times though, so I'll definitely drag one of them back next time!" 

:'''{{#var:38|Mamoru Chiba (38)}} has posed:''' "There's one last thing," the Prince says, almost shyly. He gives the Princess an apologetic look, then says to Entrapta, "Mercury's going to be taking readings on Kunzite, one of my Shitennou, because he just turned eighteen and that's-- that's when magic starts fading, and we start forgetting everything we could do. I don't know how that interacts with our reincarnations. I'll be eighteen in August. Maybe if you could take readings too, just to track what's happening? And-- maybe see if there's something that can be stopped, or fixed." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta is nodding as she writes down some relevant side notes, the data largely being captured by crystal scanning tools she's personally invented for this project. She's always worked with crystals, so it's not a hardship. And she lives to be challenged! "I'd love to meet them," she says in response to Usagi. But her mind is on similar things to Luna's. That a power structure that can grow is leaps and bounds ahead of one that has a static power formation, and this might, just possibly, be the basis for all magic. Right here. Because of how immense it really is, when it's broken down. She glances up, but at Luna, to say how she'd love to share her research, when of COURSE Usagi transforms once more. And darn it if she doesn't have more data, her eyes trying to take it all in. So when Mamoru speaks, she's busy. But still present, she's just got to...do...things. So many things. "I've had some ideas," is all she manages to say. But somehow, that alone feels...ominous. Before she looks up, and begins to smile. What...have you done? 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Today, Science goes...too far. "Rise. RISE!" Evil laugh, slightly too high pitched for the dark arts. Entrapta raises her hands, calling on the mighty powers of science and knowledge, calling forth power and time, and she laughs as her creation begins to respond to her work. Is there no end to her evil? The darkness will have a new candidate soon, if it does indeed to as she bids. And rise. Leaning lower Entrapta peers at the pan, as it falls to become something akin to a brick. "Damnit, shouldn't have been so loud. I think it might still work." It will not. She slides the bread to one side, giving it time. Yeast takes time, after all. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asks the roomba, rolling on the floor. It does not respond, but does bump against her foot. Sighing, Entrapta starts tidying up her mess. Flour, of course. It gets everywhere. Some already-ruined cookies, the recipe said they were easy. They were not. "I know it's just chemistry but I'm doing something wrong." She wishes that someone would come for her research, so she could put this to one side more permanently. "I mean, after all, there are people for cooking. I am clearly not one of them." Glancing to the door, she puts her towel aside. "Open!" she commands the door, not expecting anything to actually come of it. That wouldn't be logical. So, of course it's time for someone to enter and knock her on her tail. 

:'''{{#var:37|Takuto Tsunashi (37)}} has posed:''' "--said ''when''," is what's coming out of the mouth of the Galactic Prettyboy as he opens the door to the Shed, dressed in a white puffy coat-vest over a dark red hoodie and his slightly-too-long jeans and big white sneakers. He has a brand, he's sticking with it. His hair is sticking up every which way. And then said prettyboy stops in his tracks, right in front of Wako and Sugata and Chiyo, prime for bumping into. "Oh you're here already! Did we keep you waiting?" 

:'''{{#var:73|Wako Agemaki (73)}} has posed:''' Wako is following directly in Takuto's wake, which of course means she bumps right into his back when he stops. Will Sugata and Chiyo manage to stop on time, or does Entrapta get a front row seat to Star Driver Dominoes? Stay tuned. "Takuto-kun!" the small blonde girl protests, slightly muffled because she's having to remove her face from between his shoulder blades. "Don't just stop in the door--!" 

:'''{{#var:197|Sugata Shindo (197)}} has posed:''' It's an ordinary day, and the disaster unfolding is also normal, which is why it's not too much of a surprise. Sugata absolutely does come to a stop in time, with Wako's warning enough to give ''him'' warning - but he stops right there in front of the door too, leaving every chance Chiyo will walk into him ''or'' reach around and rescue Wako. He's not doing that because he's considering the sight in front of them. "Is this a bad time? We can come back." Yes, he is eyeing the settling flour and comparing it to his black school jacket and imagining the smudges... 

:'''{{#var:57|Chiyo Sakai (57)}} has posed:''' It had been awhile since Chiyo had gone out to the Shed. Only once or twice since she'd lost her powers. Tonight was an exception for many reasons: The Star Drivers were going to be explaining their powers to some new face, and she needed to learn as much as she could, too. It saved time to tag along! The fact that she felt a bit guilty not showing up for so long certainly added to it. When Takuto stops and Wako bumps into him the plum haired girl trailing behind Sugata pauses only a moment. Just a moment, as she spies the utter chaos unfolding inside from the dusting of flour around, to the entangled pair of the trio... With a sigh she extends her arm to smack it solidly into Sugata's back. "In," she states though well aware that meant likely tumbling into his fiancee and boyfriend too. That leaves HER standing freely as she tips her head to the side to peer around at the other girl within. "What were you trying to bake?" in the sort of knowing voice one might expect from someone used to walking in on a cousin that couldn't cook for the life of her and having to save the day. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The roomba, who appears to be on cleanup duty, comes over to the door. It vacuums up a path, being ...almost amazingly sentient in its reaction to people, and giving them somewhere neat to step. Or fall. Inside however, the purple-clad, purple-haired girl in overalls pulls out a handheld vacuum. "Oh! Hello! I was not expecting that. But that's good! Please, come in!" she seems quite amiable. "It's not important, nothing here is actually food. I don't recommend eating any of it." She picks up a cookie, then peers at it closely. Her nose wrinkles. "I think the bread is still salvageable.." Pause. "No, it's not. Ah well! Tell me you're here for the research!" she walks around her little table, vacuuming as she goes. "I was out of data to work with, you'd be helping me a whole lot if you are! Then she actually sees the ongoing, and peers. She seems uncertain how to respond. People on the floor are usually there for a reason. "Is there something I should be asking about? I mean, unrelated to the data." 

:'''{{#var:37|Takuto Tsunashi (37)}} has posed:''' It's not that Wako is heavy, it's just that her impact changed Takuto's center of balance slightly and he's in the middle of grabbing for the doorjamb to steady himself when Sugata's voice turns into ''impact'' and the redhead starts to go down, but manages to throw himself around midair enough in the fall to land in such a way that he can break Wako's fall ''and'' not get crushed by Sugata falling on top of ''her''. "Was that necessary?" he asks mildly, and then says, "but also, OW dammit Chiyo-chan!" He tips his head backwards to look upside-down at Entrapta, which gives both Wako and Sugata a front-row seat to Takuto's long skinny neck. "We're here for the research! And no, I-- I don't think so? We're Star Drivers, Chiyo is joining our robot club and would like to hear all this too." 

:'''{{#var:73|Wako Agemaki (73)}} has posed:''' Wako might have recovered from her collision with Takuto - except that then Sugata goes down, and then it is indeed Star Driver Dominoes, a pileup of CLAMP noodles (and Wako) as all three of them go sprawling. "--''oof!''" At least Takuto's reflexes are excellent, which means nobody bonks their face on the floor. Wako huffs out a breath with resigned good humor from where she has, instead, faceplanted onto Takuto's chest. From this undignified position, she's greeted first by the sight of the roomba trundling about its business before she lifts her eyes to Entrapta and smiles sheepishly. "Hi? Nice to meet you." Really she seems remarkably composed for her current situation, apart from the possibility of being slightly squashed between the two boys. "We're fine, I think. Sugata-kun...?" 

:'''{{#var:197|Sugata Shindo (197)}} has posed:''' For a shining moment, it's just Red and Yellow on the ground. Then the moment is over and blue is down there too, squashing Wako slightly, and Sugata isn't exactly wounded by this or anything, not with two people to break his fall, but it's not exactly ''dignified''. "As a Star Driver, you're supposed to launch attacks ''towards'' your teammates, not attack them," he informs Chiyo, tone chiding, before he hauls himself up and extends a hand to both Wako and Takuto. "Sugata Shindo; these two are Wako Agamaki and Takuto Tsunashi. We heard you were looking to learn more about magic types, so here we are." At least he didn't fall in the flour? 

:'''{{#var:57|Chiyo Sakai (57)}} has posed:''' Chiyo Sakai bites her lower lip to repress a grin at the situation. Although she does step to the side, and allow the door to shut behind her. "Sorry, Sugata-kun, you know it's not a good idea to hover in the doorway to a secret hideout with the door open," she points out. "In and out, quick as possible." Maybe she was just a bit bossy sometimes. As for the rest? She gingerly steps to the side giving the trio plenty of room to get up. To Wako she gives a secret thumbs-up because she's certainly not against helping her roommate get up close and personal with her boys. "I'm Chiyo Sakai," she offers to Entrapta with a waggle of her fingers. "Currently not powered after an incident, but I'll be joining the Star Drivers soon. So I thought I'd tag along and learn what I could, too." A pause as she regards the burnt cookies. "Seriously though if you're cooking something I can help." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' The Very Good Roomba rolls over toward some chairs, maybe some stools. It's doing its job, which is probably why nobody other than Entrapta has white on them. you know, yet. Entrapta looks at the goings-on silently until they seem to have resolved themselves, sitting down in a swivel chair. Was that always in here? Maybe, the place seems to change sometimes. The chair starts to turn, but she adjusts it with a quick motion. Purplette Science Girl stays silent just a bit longer, like she's not sure what to say (true) then pulls out a pad, writing down some information. With a pencil. Ooh, the technology. "Star Drivers?" she asks. She pauses, tapping the pad. "Does that have something to do with baking? Sorry, this isn't my native language so I'm working with a limited data set here." "Emily, you can go charge, it's okay now." She looks at you all, but the roomba scoots off into its charge bay. She named it? Well, it is a very good girl. "Maybe we should sit down. Before anyone hurts themselves. And you can tell me about your magic! Did you mention...robots?" She leans just a little lot bit closer on that word. Lot. 

:'''{{#var:37|Takuto Tsunashi (37)}} has posed:''' Emily is an *excellent* roomba. Takuto is quite grateful to be flourless, like a good ganache. He takes Sugata's offered hand up, and dusts himself off despite Emily's hard work. He glances sidelong at Sugata when Chiyo bosses him, then looks at Chiyo, faintly aggrieved. His attention's back on Entrapta soon enough, though he pulls the chairs indicated by Emily closer before letting Wako pick who's sitting where. "Star Drivers aren't bakers as a rule, but Chiyo-chan's very good and also makes wagashi, which I bet you'd like!" Finally, Takuto sits down and opens his mouth to say something when a chibi-fied robot in an iridescent bubble pops into being above and in front of him. A very dashing robot, whose construction might bring to mind Adam Ant as a cavalier with a huge feather plume. He flourishes a bow. "They're big, though. Usually. Not in Tokyo, but back home." 

:'''{{#var:73|Wako Agemaki (73)}} has posed:''' "Almost nothing to do with baking, I'm sorry to say," Wako confirms as she dusts herself off, after accepting Sugata's hand up and flashing a quick grin at Chiyo. "Which is too bad, I think it'd be more interesting. Chiyo-chan's sweets are ''amazing,'' you should definitely get her help if you want to try more cooking." She picks a seat for herself and settles down, tucking her feet out of the way under the chair. "That's Tauburn!" she says, gesturing to the action-figure-sized robot in his floating bubble. "He's a Cybody, and he's Takuto-kun's partner. Sugata-kun and I each have one as well." 

:'''{{#var:197|Sugata Shindo (197)}} has posed:''' "Ah, so next time we should step over the fallen bodies of our loved ones," Sugata tells Chiyo dryly, "I'll keep that in mind." Maybe she is a bit bossy, but he's definitely a bit snarky. As they get themselves sorted, he settles into the chair katty corner to Wako and Takuto, facing Entrapta as well. It's probably a blessing that ''his'' Cybody doesn't pop out, as he looks around at Entrapta's set up. "A Star Driver is a human partnered with a Cybody, bearing their Mark to wield their power in the world." It's a brief explanation, the cliff notes as one would put it, and leans back in the chair. "We're from Southern Cross Island, which is located as one might expect, in the South from the main island. Our Cybodies' true forms are back home; Tauburn could probably crush this Shed underfoot if he felt like it." Not that he would! 

:'''{{#var:57|Chiyo Sakai (57)}} has posed:''' Chiyo Sakai glances toward the Roomba named Emily with a smile. She never had one of those herself, but it was cute to see. She could hardly be one to argue about naming odd things. Her gaze tears away to bat innocent eyes in response to Sugata though she says nothing else on the matter. Instead she takes a seat, too, crossing one leg over the other and clasping her knee between her hands. "I used to have cooking powers, but I lost that ability. I just... I know how to cook in general. My Ojiisan taught me how to make wagashi among other things." Now was not the time though. It was just her breif explanation that no, this was not related to Star Drivers. Instead her gaze fixes on Tauburn's arrival with a smile as she gets to actually see the cybody (or avatar of the cybody) outside of a fight for once. Sugata's explanation of their size causes her to look surprised. "Are they all that big?" Her gaze flits over to Wako questioningly. "I knew you said they were large but I didn't realize that big." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Well, Tauburn gets Entrapta's attention. She scoots forward in her chair, getting closer to him so she can have a look! "Fascinating," she says, sounding like she really deeply means it. Tilting her head back and forth, she tries to look at his little self from many angles. "And so cute!" She says, "Where do they come from?" without looking away. She do appreciate her robots. "I'd love to hear more! But not full size, we'd have to move to another location for that kind of demonstration it's true." Pausing, she thinks a moment, then adds, "I'm not sure about the cooking aspects of this. Can we touch back on that afterward? I suppose I should but...I mean." She motions to Tauburn with her hands. "Robots!" In her charger, Emily squeaks once. Then she whirls her wheels a little. 

:'''{{#var:37|Takuto Tsunashi (37)}} has posed:''' "He would never smush the Shed!" Takuto says stoutly, reaching out for Tauburn's bubble and hugging it somewhat alarmingly. His face mooshes against the outside of the bubble. "Not to mention, Tauburn is my partner, like Wako-chan said. The Cybodies can't move without Drivers, and ''I'' would never crush the Shed." Tauburn is already turning to face Chiyo so Takuto can point to his chest. "See that red bubble? I fit inside there with plenty of room to have dramatic one-man swordfights. When I'm Driving, Tauburn's movements are my movements, we're the same. He talks in my head, but doesn't speak out loud." The little Cybody in the bubble is very pleased to strike all kinds of poses for Entrapta, and he alights on the surface next to her. "Off the island, we can do a power-up in a fight that takes more energy to use, but it's worth it for the armor and firepower. And it's really cool! Phantom armor that looks like our Cybodies. It's ''really'' cool... but not as cool as Tauburn himself." 

:'''{{#var:73|Wako Agemaki (73)}} has posed:''' Wako nods to Chiyo, making a slightly sheepish face as Takuto puts Tauburn's true size into context. "The others vary a little bit, like people do, but... they're pretty much all about that size. Except for Samekh." Her eyes flick toward Sugata for a moment. "He's, um... bigger." She turns her eyes to Entrapta, her expression becoming more apologetic. "We'd have to go to Southern Cross Island for you to see them in full size," she says. "Their true bodies are confined there. Beyond the island, we can borrow their power, like Takuto-kun said, but it's only within the boundary of the island that we can enter the third phase and pilot them from inside. And even then, only in Zero Time. It'd cause way too many problems otherwise." 

:'''{{#var:197|Sugata Shindo (197)}} has posed:''' "I thought it was a given that Tauburn would never, even if you, for some reason, wanted to," Sugata rolls his eyes at Takuto as he clutches Tauburn's bubble, but there's still a fond softness to his eyes. "It doesn't change that his foot is of the right size for it, though." It's an effective comparison, okay? There's no need to mention that Samekh is ''much'' larger - large enough to easily dwarf most skyscrapers - when it won't ever matter. "They come from beyond our galaxy, in a star system that originated far, far, from our own. They live here now, though, and here is where they'll stay." Is it a perfect answer? No. Is he going to tell a scientist he's just met about the world-devouring nature of his own Cybody, who would be the one most likely to leave the system? Also no. 

:'''{{#var:57|Chiyo Sakai (57)}} has posed:''' Chiyo Sakai had heard part of this before. Perhaps in more detail because she was being brought into the group of course, but it was still interesting to hear how it's explained to others as well. Someday she might be asked such questions. This was new to her, still, and would be for awhile. Takuto's explanation of where he's located when driving Tauburn just earns a little mumble of, "Oh wow," as the size sinks further in. Tauburn gets more of an audience than usual tonight as she also watches him, fixated. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Entrapta hms. Lots going on here. She opens her mouth to ask a question, then closes it as things move on about piloting. Seems important. So, she begins to take notes. Size is important, for the Star Drivers. Doesn't seem quite right, somehow. And being inside of the robots. She's almost certain that she's missing some context there, too. Luckily she's distracted from that line of thought by the cutest little robo-fighter showing his moves! She stares, openly admiring the little guy and his incredible cuteness. "Hi there, little guy!" Until Sugata speaks up, and draws her away. "Oh! Me too!" Wait what? And, back to canoodling with the cybody. Then, suddenly she's back on topic. "Do you use tools for it? To call them out large-size? Sorry, this is for the research, I'm looking for more focused information. Or barring that, maybe some kind of workable energy form. Is there anything you do that I could witness, in person?" She smiles, pulling one leg up into her lap. "It's for science! Also I can't do much without a bit more to work with, like maybe some kind of sample." 

:'''{{#var:37|Takuto Tsunashi (37)}} has posed:''' "Can you take readings with some kind of magical scanner?" Takuto asks with interest, and Tauburn looks at Entrapta too. "I don't know if you'll get anything off my mark-- but I've never appri-- I've never henshined indoors." He stands up, then glances from Wako to Sugata, then grins. "I probably could do it sitting down, but where's the fun in that?" He takes a deep breath and almost bellows, but instead stage-whispers dramatically, "APPRIVOISER!" First, a large red X shines from underneath Takuto's clothes, across his chest. Then shimmering red light surrounds him, and there's an overabundance of sparkles and starry shapes flickering in and out around his own silhouette. "Dashing Entrance!" he calls out, and with a cock of his hip, white military-esque trousers and thigh-high red boots appear. He flings his arms out to his sides and then dabs, yelling out "Ginga Bishounen!!" as a seriously fancy white and gold military-esque red-lined coat flashes itself into being around him. He ducks his head and then throws it back, and that's when the cravat becomes visible and he gets a bleached-yellow star shape in his hair. He strikes a pose, unconsciously mirroring Tauburn, then slams his right hang into his chest and calls out "Star Swordo! EMERAUDE!" and pulls out a large green glowing energy sword, and then his left hand pulls out "Star Swordo! SAPHIR!" the same way. Then he poses with one over his shoulder and the end with its tip touching the floor and his hand on the hilt. "But we could go spar outside. Maybe further back behind the shed." 

:'''{{#var:73|Wako Agemaki (73)}} has posed:''' Wako giggles a little, between watching Tauburn no doubt having the time of his life playing to an enthralled audience and Takuto's casual eagerness to do the same. Her own enjoyment of watching Takuto's transformation, however, is somewhat interrupted by the insistent nudge of an elbow to her side. "What?" She's still laughing a little as she looks over at Chiyo. "What was that for?" Her head whips toward Takuto when he suggests taking things outside. "Careful, if you two start sparring, you're probably going to get carried away. Maybe we should start a little simpler, first. Apprivoiser." Unlike Takuto, she does stay seated, but aside from the diminished drama the effect is quite similar. A pink radiance in a shape like a capital Y shines on her chest, through her t-shirt; soon she's silhouetted by glittering pink light. When it fades, she's left in a white and gold military-style uniform much like Takuto's save for its shorter coat and pleated white shirt, and the addition of a waist-length capelet. The gold pins securing her cravat are sunbursts instead of stars. A second tiny robot pops into existence over her shoulder, floating in its own bubble of pink light. This one has a more feminine design compared to Tauburn, all white and gold with a headdress of hexagonal shapes and a pair of long streamers of glowing golden light, and a white-and-gold arc like the floating raiment of a celestial maiden from Japanese mythology. 

:'''{{#var:197|Sugata Shindo (197)}} has posed:''' ''Oh! Me too!'' Entrapta says, and Sugata looks sideways at her for a moment, before recalling the notice that Bow had put up and estimating that 'Etheria' must be from farther away than he'd thought. As Takuto and then Wako apprivoise, Sugata - removes his jacket, undoes his tie, and then unbuttons his shirt? Oh yes, that's exactly what he does, as he exposes enough of his chest for Entrapta to see his Mark. Unlike Takuto's X-like-shape and Wako's Y-like shape, his Mark isn't glowing, but is simply a part of his body - distinct enough to be clearly seen, but not raised as a scar would be. It's a straight line, with three horizontal lines going across. "Rather than using devices, what makes a Star Driver is possessing one of these Marks," he explains to Entrapta. "Takuto-kun possesses Tauburn's Mark, and Wako-chan bears Wawna's." As her name is spoken, he nods towards the small robot floating beside Wako. "You saw their marks when they transformed - the glowing symbol on their chests before their outfits changed. If you'd like to see us spar, I'll transform as well, but otherwise, I'll refrain." As it is, Samekh is complaining in his mind, but not interested in showing up when Sugata ''isn't'' making use of his power - he likes to brag, not to look weak, and being the only one showing up without his Driver transformed seems exactly that, to him. "If we use some of our energy, the Mark will glow -" as he says that, pale blue-white light glows from the mark on his chest. 

:'''{{#var:57|Chiyo Sakai (57)}} has posed:''' It's odd, really. Even though she'd fought alongside them before, Chiyo had never once gotten to *see* the full effect of the transformation. Usually she was thick in the fight herself, or as during their last interaction, helping to protect the civilians and nearly falling off a roof in the process. For just a moment Chiyo finds herself nearly gawking at Takuto's transformation. Moreso when he pulls the swords out--So THAT was where he kept them!--And her arm involuntarily lifts to nudge and elbow at Wako. "You never told me Takuto-kun was *cool*," she responds to Wako's question before she turns her attention to her friend to watch her transformation, too. It's here Chiyo laughs a bit shaking her head. "Then again I guess most anything is cooler than my old transformation." She's teasing a bit, but... Well. This *was* really impressive. She was starting to get a bit giddy at the thought of getting her own mark now instead of apprehensive. And then she's sitting up abruptly because Sugata is taking his clothes off what the hell?! Red faced and wide-eyed she watches only to realize he was showing off the mark with a rush of breath let out. Sure these were Wako's boys but they were still BOYS darnit! If Philip found out he was taking his shirt off to show off his mark... Oh boy. 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' Can she record? "Penelope, record all wavelengths!" Something on the table hums to life. What is it? It used to be a celphone, actually. Now it's much, much more. Crystals scan, turning slowly as people transform. Sonic resonances are recorded, and gently probed. Magical systems are carefully tested, in person, as they are used! Entrapta is READY. After all, she's been doing this for ten years. Well, focused on testing people for a few weeks, but STILL! "I think I can handllllooooh that's sooo cool," she says, trailing off as she watches things become much more interesting! She grips the fabric of her pants (overalls really but what else do you call the legs?) and takes notes on her pad! Patterns, drawn! Quick sketches! Yes! No, Emily is not involved. She's resting. "No, I don't need to see fighting," Entrapta says as she draws the marks before she forgets them. This is data! "So the strong one doesn't have a mark? Can I scan her before she gets one, for a reference point?" She indicates Chiyo with the nub of her pencil. "It's very helpful for establishing a baseline." She pauses, then looks up. She seems to be realizing something. "Did you ...want to fight? I never understood that part, it feels like people overdoing it for some reason." She's fifteen, and not even looking at the guys. Or the girls. Should she ask Sugata to open his shirt again? Would Chiyo want her to? Well, SOMETHING is turning her on. But it's not the people. "This is REALLY good data.." scribbling on her pad. Oh. Sapiophilia is one of the terms used to define a person who is turned on by knowledge. For...reference. 

:'''{{#var:37|Takuto Tsunashi (37)}} has posed:''' "No, he makes me fight every morning before school and twice on Sundays," Takuto says cheerfully, putting one sword baaack into his chest where he's sure Entrapta can see it, and putting the other baaack into his chest where he's sure Wako and Sugata can see it. "If she's the Strong One, can I be the Dashing One? Or am I just the Red One?" Takuto asks, before glancing back at the others again, and then-- he steps a little further back so he's sure all three of them can see, and he looks at Tiny Tauburn and grins, and Tauburn steps back and bows most deeply, most courtly, like Go Ahead Obviously, Takuto. "APPRIVOISE!" he shouts, and-- as Tiny Tauburn vanishes-- "Sassou toujou! Ginga Bishounen TAUBURN!" and... Ghost-light, white and gold and pink and blue, sparkles around the boy hanging in midair with the blue-white rocket nimbus around him. It forms a ghostly set of extremely dapper and very tall armor around him, in the shape of his Tauburn, including a mask and a fantastic hat-looking thing with a plume on his head. "This good data too?" he asks cheerfully. 

:'''{{#var:73|Wako Agemaki (73)}} has posed:''' Wako blinks wide eyes at Chiyo. "I thought it was obvious!" she says, in the tone of someone for whom Takuto's coolness is an established fact of the universe. She can't be said to seem startled by Sugata so casually opening his shirt... though she does lift a hand to her mouth to hide a smile that might best be described as 'smug'. "Come on, Sugata-kun, have a little mercy on poor Chiyo-chan. She's not all the way used to us yet." To Entrapta she adds brightly, "They get carried away with sparring really easily, because hardly anyone else can give them a challenge. But here--" She glances to Tiny Wawna floating over her shoulder; the little robot inclines her head, folding her hands decorously. "''Zero Time.''" As she says the words, Wako brings the fingertips of both hands together, as though she's sketching a vague shape in the air. The effect inside the confines of the Shed is only barely noticeable - like a puff of air against the skin as the energy rushes out. Entrapta's readings, on the other hand, tell a very different story. The entire area has been, as best the data can relate, shifted into an otherdimensional space, and the flow of time has slowed nearly to a stop within it. 

:'''{{#var:57|Chiyo Sakai (57)}} has posed:''' The strong one looks over toward Entrapta with a bit of a grin in spite of her mild embarassment at the show-offs currently showing off. "I'd be okay with that," Chiyo agrees with a laugh. "The 'strong' is just how I am though. Even without powers." And she looks just a little embarassed by THAT, too, but also proud. It was nice being able to lift things others couldn't. At the same time... Well. She was a girl. Looking back toward Wako with a little flash of a grin as she chides Sugata, however teasingly, she gives a faint nod of thanks. Takuto though earns a laugh. "I think you're already the Dashing One with your name there, Ginga Bishounen," she points out. Another little glance is stolen Sugata's way only to find him thankfully rebuttoning his shirt. Usually he was so prim and proper! Ish. Mostly. It had caught her off guard was all. Takuto's armor transformation steals her attention again as well making her feel as if she was being pulled many directions all at once. "The one I'll be likely getting is Tauburn's twin, so it'll also be a warrior body." If the current owner gave up the mark anyway. Though she'd been assured that wasn't an issue. For now she just falls silent and observes. 

:'''{{#var:197|Sugata Shindo (197)}} has posed:''' Chiyo's reaction earns the barest edge of a smug smile, because though he might be the most dignified of the Star Drivers, he's still a teenaged boy, and that includes the preening at catching someone's attention. Sure, he's not interested in anyone besides Takuto and Wako, but turning heads isn't anything he'll turn down. "Shouldn't I be giving her a look at what's ahead, instead of hiding it until it's too late?" He asks Wako, teasing, as he finishes retying his tie. "She's right about that, but Takuto is getting enough fighting in for now," Sugata agrees, rebuttoning his shirt once the demonstration is complete, "Between me and everything else Tokyo has to offer us. There were battles on Southern Cross Island, but not the wide-variety of enemies we've encountered here in Tokyo." Zero Time unfolds, and then Takuto boosts to his superform - and the data that Entrapta is recording will be showing that the Star Drivers have an energy signal that's paired - the wavelength of their energy showing a double match of signatures for each of them, two hearts in one - Cybody and human. When Takuto boosts into his superform, it's as though one of those wavelengths becomes stronger, the signatures still moving as one, but the Cybody wavelength is stronger, clearer, as Tauburn's power bleeds through to Takuto, gives him more strength, more speed. "Each of us has a different type of Cybody, as well. Tauburn is a Warrior-type Cybody, Wawna is one of the four Maiden-type Cybodies, and - my Cybody, Samekh, is the thoroughly deposed King." 

:'''{{#var:281|Entrapta (281)}} has posed:''' You know, Entrapta was about to get up and answer some of Takuto's questions, maybe fawn over Wawna. She totally was, but then her ..'Penelope'? Starts to squeak at her. "Good data sure," she says, a bit distractedly. Then she's up out of her seat and adjusting angles on crystals, while she looks at their colour emanations. She leans to the laptop that's set up, typing quickly into its keyboard. She leans back, looking at everyone. Then says, "Impulses of gravtins taking away motion from systemic charge, accelerated planck length, impossible...happening...quantum gravity fluctuating." She mumbles into her keyboard for a good moment, as folks have a second without her. Chiyo's comments don't even register, but she probably has a reason for it? "Robot merging, might explain increase in mass...hm. 1.616232(18)×10?35 meters...? Room for more with an increase in background capacity, moving between...hm." Entrapta looks between people, deeply curious. After all, this is ...well, it's awesome. "Are you actually powered by stars? is that what the name means?" 

:'''{{#var:73|Wako Agemaki (73)}} has posed:''' Wako gives Sugata a reproachful look at his teasing remark. "Don't be ridiculous," she tells him, lifting her chin primly. "We already promised Philip-kun she ''didn't'' have to date us." Most of Entrapta's technobabble washes well over her head, which is fine, as it wasn't meant for her to begin with. She can't help but laugh, though, at that last question. "No, it's not like that," she says, shaking her head. Then pauses, and looks askance at tiny Wawna. "...At least. I don't think so?" 
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Mahou 101

2024-12-18T22:53:59Z

Glassling:

Entrapta's research into Mahou. She systematically goes through all of the types of magical girl available, to answer these questions:

What does your magic look like from the outside?
What tools do you use?
How did you get it?
Is there a cool history involved?
Can I see a transformation?
Is there an overall theme?

She is aiming to create a communications device to let the Mahou speak to each other through it, and doing so also define her own magic as it exists in this reality.

This is also a set of logs to let new players get a look into each group of Mahou, see if they like it and have some deeper understanding of what others love enough to play. Read them if you want! They're here for you!

{{plot logs|Mahou 101}}

Club Chaos(Entrapta)

2024-12-05T01:10:06Z

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Rumours of a new girl in Computer Club abound, mostly because of the oddnesses attached.

"She took apart someone's workstation!"

sniffs. "I've never seen someone so uneducated."

"Aw, don't be like that. She's nice!"

"Certainly knows how to listen. I think she'll learn fast."

"She rearranged all the keys on my keyboard! Said it was 'more efficient'. Well, I can't use it now!"

"Did she draw on the walls? Ugh."

"That's not a drawing, it's math."

"I don't care, get it off!"

"Why are my spreadheets all weird now?" Pause. "Huh. It's fixed!"

"Who fixed my chair? It's been broken for ages."

"Stop her, she's screwing with the filing system!"

"Look, I don't WANT you correcting my math! I don't care, it's fine as it...oh. Huh."

I don't have to...stop it...you're wrong...don't touch that...

It's better.

...she's still weird though.