"It's not an established practice - there's a handful of metahumans with cloning powers, and it's possible via some unique practices of magic or psionics, like my method, but it's difficult to tell what approach would make sense, given what you have."

She giggles and shakes her head, grinning. "Well, we'll just have to investigate. Nothing new there. Thank you for your time and the advice."

"You're welcome." 

And she walks intangibly through a wall, leaving the door open behind her.

Out she goes, looking around for anyone who wants to take the lead on getting her where she's going next.

Centuria's filed out, by now, it seems?

There's a nicely tweeded up man with a clipboard here to see you, waving gently. 

"Sable, yes? I'm the power tester on staff today."

"That's me," she replies with a smile, walking over to him, "or Violet Lantern if we're talking about public names for anything resembling hero work. And you?"

She holds her hand out to shake.

He claps his hands out pleasedly and firmly shakes her hand.

"Imagos, by that custom, Violet Lantern." 

"Is there anything in particular that you'd like to start with for the test?" 

She hums and tilts her head. "Good question. Nothing comes to mind in particular. I presume y'all have a reasonably thorough testing protocol at this point, so I'm fine letting you take the lead."

She'd love to know how much charge she has left, as well.

He smirks, his eyes glinting, as the world rushes away into a pure white testing chamber, replete with computers and odd devices hanging from racks, alongside pulsing fields of energy stacked on-top of each other on a far wall.

"No magic resistance, I see!"

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She blinks in surprise at the sudden transition.

"Oh you're fun," she says with a grin and a giggle. "I'll have to recharge my ring at some point during this, almost certainly, by the way."

She looks around the room eagerly. "But for now, what's first?"

"Can you generate weak energy blasts?"

He's visibly rubbing his hands together now. 

"I haven't tested toning them down specifically, yet, but certainly! At what?"

"Just make one, if you'd please, ma'am? Suspended in the air, if you can."

Well this is interesting. She's certainly not considered just producing one without trying to send it anywhere yet, but she can't think of any reason why it wouldn't work. She loves her ring and her new powers, and would love to be able to batter even non-Brutes safely, so how about a shoulder-punch tier energy blast forms here above her ring.

It forms neatly. 

He waves his suddenly reappearing clipboard at it and... it appears to slip through, not interacting at all. 

"Not insubstantial affecting, I see..." 

He conjures a paper plane and tosses it into the air, before grabbing her hand as a little shudder of pink and cyan light slips over your skin. 

"Shoot the plane!"

That paper plane would look lovely hitting the ground, so she'll blast it out of the air.

Andddd the blast floats through the plane, dissipating harmlessly against a force field a while later. 

"Not corporeal affecting either, though..." 

"You mentioned constructs? I'd love to see one," 

She tilts her head curiously. Did he make her incorporeal? Cool!

Construct though! She whips out a dual-emblem heart construct again, blushing and smiling at the thought of her girls.

He shimmers with the same light after releasing and tries to step through.

There's... something, maybe? Perhaps a vague awareness of his brightly bubbling love of this moment and his job and the pretty lights and wonderful technology brushes up against it? Perhaps a gentle tickle at the odd layer or reality that lets the light spring forth in place? 

Whatever it is, it's elusive enough that you can't be sure you didn't imagine it as he steps through the sigil.

"Interesting interesting! Definitely magically active, though not designed to stop effects like this. Can you move the construct itself as well?"

Does the heart orbiting his adorably nerding out head answer that question?

It does!

He bounces into place. 

He quickly points at a row of crackling energy fields. 

"Could you put it through each of those until it breaks?"

"Sure! Not reinforcing it this time," she replies, and then sends it zipping toward and through the fields.

What appears to be just a shiny van-de-graaf generator it dances past freely, some sort of electrified plasma field strains it a little, but it holds, and then it crumples substantially in a navy blue gravitational field and swiftly disintegrates the rest of the way in a 'nucleonic energy field'.

"Fascinating fascinating! Try it again? There's another four fields to test, after all!"