There is!

At the thought about space, a gentle enfolding warmth, tingling against her skin swiftly forms, and the chill seeps away. 

It's oddly relaxing in a way. 

[Sable Mallory of [Information not found] - You have great love in your heart. Welcome to the Star Sapphire Corps.]

Wow. Wow. She has a Violet Power Ring. Also, breathing is really great. She loves being able to safely enjoy space. That's so much better than just being in space without a suit. She gazes admiringly back and forth between her new ring and the amazing view.

<Girls, is it just me or do I have the absolute best schizotech omnitool ever invented on my finger?>

A familiar voice blooms in Sable's mind, patient and steady like a battleship's steel hull. <Yes, love, it certainly looks like your newest accessory is a beautiful piece of Glowtech.>

Another, less a voice than the idea of a response, bounces up as well. <Hah, you lucky bitch! This is great!>

<Oh, Sable, here's a thought. I bet you can transition instantly if you focus self-love the right way. Just remember that Neo and I love you.>

<We love you and you deserve this.>

Warm affection filling her mind, Sable considers how much her girls have helped her learn to love herself, how much Maya and Neo have helped her accept that a reflection she'd love to see in the mirror is in reach, and how deeply she'd love to finally be who she truly is.

Ring, she'd really love to be her true shape.

[Commencing Crystal Conversion...]

A glow of violet light seeps into Sable's body, before slowly cocooning her in a jagged crystals of a deep purple, her body slowly shifting into her proper form, flesh rippling and shifting in place.

Wow, that is an incredibly weird feeling. When the crystal shatters, she's left panting and gasping, noticing and loving little things like the changed sound of her breath, or the way her chest moves as she breathes. She looks down at her hands, shocked and delighted.

<...It worked.>

Wordless glee bursts from Neo.

<I'm so happy for you, love,> Maya responds, warmth palpable in her mental voice. <You deserve this.>

A sudden mental image of a mirror, in a questioning tone.

<Good idea! Love you~>

She reflects on how much she'd really love to see what she looks like now, and more fully enjoy having her proper body.

An image of herself pops into her head, an intricately detailed 3d render of her new form in a tight purple plugsuit, complete with slick latex-esque gloves, surrounded with a gentle glow of the violet light against the void.

Holy shit, she looks amazing!

Shocked, delighted, gleeful affection bubbles back!

She gives Sable a mental hug, brimming with warmth. <Oh Sable, now that's the body my Captain deserves.>

She officially loves her life even more now.

Okay, how about she figures out what's going on? She glances around for a planet, then gives it a look to see how much it looks like an Earth she recognizes. Also, she'd really love to know if there are some eavesdroppable comms. Dropping some eaves on some local comms could build up to discreetly snooping the local internet, if these people have one, and she loves the internet.

It looks pretty like Earth! It's night, down below, and there's an awful lot of lights - more than she remembers. Rather then just a handful of cities and a clinging clump of lights around the western edge of Russia, alongside the the shining starburst of Moscow and the dim gleam of St. Petersburg and a handful of other places, there's a density of dim barely there gleams of habitation sprinkled throughout the continent, with a handful of shining cities gleaming brightly oddly high-up. 

There's a few spots of odd darkness sprinkled throughout the rest of Asia, though it looks brighter, too, more civilization coating the surface of the world than she had seen, before, in the blur of countries that are harder to recognize. 

China looks much the same further east, with the same increase in lights spread throughout the western expanse of the country. 

Japan shines like a radiant jewel, the land of the rising sun full of color against the night, more than ever before. 

Korea is clearer, too - the shadow of north Korea seems lighter, here. 

[Communications available.]

There's all that you'd expect from a modern earth and a little more! All sorts of standard EM transmissions fill the air, television and internet and radio are all accessible with a thought. There's also a few odder things - perhaps a dozen different subspace communication systems, a few somethings that vaguely resembles a gravitic communication methodology, and a handful of more traditional communication methods. The ring also pipes in awareness of countless cables across the globe, transmitting data electronically and optically, and the awareness that accessing them is possible. 

Oh that's gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful, and brighter than home.

<They also have comms that we're used to thinking of as science fiction. Subspace and gravitics look fascinating to play with.>

Neo throws forward an image of a newspaper, then jumps on Sable's back in mindspace, hugging her tightly around the shoulders.

That is a good idea. A brief reflection on how nice it always is to keep up with the world through headlines, how lovely it feels to know what's going on. Ring, help a girl out with the day's headlines from two different countries' top newspapers?

New Treatment from Astrolabs May Pave Road For Long-Term Space

Politics In a World of Psionics 

Conflicts Reignite after NRI Independence Celebrations 

The Path of AReify's Titanic Growth

Empress Konya Crowned Tommorow

The Housing Revolution and You

Twinkling Twilight Releases New Album

She'd love to read more about Psionics and the Housing Revolution.

After the event of the Cosmic Mind's experiments, many have wondered how the political process can remain safe when such fantastical powers eixt .

...While telepathic domination is the first thing that comes to mind, Doctor Id argues that even simple projective telepathy can allow a whole new frontier of rhetoric, even aside any relationships it has with other more intrusive disciplines. In a world with all that, and of course the offerings of magics to the favoured few, it's hard to see exactly how we should go forward. 

The Freedom League also offered an official statement, saying that telepathic powers are known to have countermeasures, that it is possible to detect mind control through a wide variety of robust systems, and that telepathic attacks on democracy suffer from many of the same issues that make it difficult to scale ballot-stuffing operations.

Many visions of the future depict floating cities, immense megapolises and dense bustling cities even more full of people then the most desirable regions. But for a lot of people, the complaints about housing are more prosaic. 

Daedulus corporation's technology offers a lot of more practical advantages. While not at the level of a boundless maze of myth, the improved cement formulation allow for much cheaper construction of safer, simpler. buildings, even before considering the effects that the sound-dampening and structural improvements have to offer, making a large apartment much more of a realistic prospect, both for homeowners and builders..

Powers? Telepathic domination? That sure sounds like they're talking about psionics being real. "Doctor Id" sounds like a cape name, and the "Freedom League" sounds like a cape team.

They definitely sound like they're thinking seriously about the impact of all these things. This is fascinating.

Just... Wow...

She'd love to see a Wikipedia-equivalent article each on Doctor Id and the Freedom League.

Doctor Id was an influential psychologist-researcher from Tokyo who one day stumbled into some sort of personal enlightenment that granted her broad spectrum psychic powers. She works as a superhero alongside her existing jobs through a wide variety of techniques, facilitated by a decent degree of mental superspeed.

The Freedom League is just about what it sounds like on the tin - a team of superheroes who formed around an incident with some potent dark magical force in the 60s. There's thousands of heroes across the world with some level of affiliation, though the core group is a few dozen people at most. They have an official crisis handling role and some broad emergency powers across most of the globe - though that appears to in many places be a concession to the practical reality of the resources they have to accomplish things even through the opposition of state actors. 

She dissolves into giggles, grinning and curling up in a giggling ball in space, utterly in love with her life.

<Girls, our new home is a cape world.>

Neo curls up around her, snickering and beaming.

Maya snuggles them both, sighing and laughing delightedly.

When the gigglefest dies down, she sends a question, <So do we sneak into the world, or find a team we can trust and do formal intake?>

Maya hums thoughtfully in response. <I think researching teams, and from there intake, is the best start.>

Sable nods, both in mindspace and reality. <They might have "dimensional displacement grants" or some such, and the process of finding out is good intel on who we're dealing with.>

<Quite,> she replies with a smile.

She sure does love good intel, and good wikidives too. What are the relevant regulations governing superpowered individuals in the US, UK, and Canada? What about the major hero teams that operate in those countries? And major criticisms of each?

The freedom league has an extensive feeder system - the 'standard' route throughout much of all of those regions is to go contact your local branch, and get a metahuman career councillors. They're also basic staging points, and form a sort of network of reservist support in case of supervillain attacks.They also offer referrals to the actual super hero work - which is pretty intentionally separated out. There system is generally widely praised, though it's noted as generally being a bit slow and very purposefully designed to be insulate the time of the strongest heroes. They do their best work in talking people out of superheroing, and tend to have a bit of a one-sized fits all approach. 

The league also seems somewhat intertwined with some of the legal safeguards - metahumans are expected to get tested, though the results of such testing is treated in the highest confidence, even in the case of later villainy, due to backlash after the Cleveland Incident and other, smaller affairs. 

Metahuman powers are occasionally regulated as weapons, and the fruits of them are often tariffed or regulated due to the monopoly power that a powerful metahuman can bring to an industry. The US appears to have some hotly contested metahuman draft system in place designed for extreme emergencies, 'such as alien incursion, dimensional catastrophe or other acts of god'. 

A number of other teams exist - mostly ones bound together by insurance arrangements and power synergies that make them effective squadrons, using varying levels of emergency powers granted through a certification process. 

The Lionhearts are the most prominent british super team, with a focus on dealing with superpowered intrigue, though they also have plenty of heavy hitters. They tend to work to operationalize powers more directly and put their assets to work aggressively - they tend to be reviewed as more fulfilling to work with, with looser obligations fitting with Mutant Maladaptation Syndrome cases. They also tend to prefer boundless-type assets, and tend to be an awkward place to work for those who can't adapt or pick up skills quickly. They're also generally fairly patriotic - and have their own murky history with discrimination. 

The Saviours are the most prominent canadian organization. It was built on the back of Miss Mobility's powers, and focuses most on deploying across the country to areas in need of further assistance. While not quite as solid in terms of support of gaining contacts or getting training and power development, they're noted as being especially good at getting people into places of leadership and making everyone feel important. 

For historical reasons, there's no real 'main' team to join in the United States outside of the freedom league and the 'freedom knights' - a secondary circle of superheroes who can operate under what is essential a 'franchise' of the main freedom league's team, with limited resource sharing and networking commitments. The experience of the contracted organization varies from place to place and organization to organization. 

What is a "boundless-type asset", she wonders? And what's known about visitors (especially stranded ones) from other universes?

Boundless (Soul Syndrome) 

-> Boundless-type redirects here.

Boundlessness is one of the most common and well known soul syndromes, granting a vastly improved capacity to improve mental capacities, and to a lesser extent physical characteristics. 

...A common misconception is that all Boundless are mutants or mages. While it is a well-established phenemon that boundlessness often become active at or near to the activation of metahuman or magical powers, some cases have been observed of people without such factors obtaining this syndrome. 

Dimensional travel seems to... probably exist? The article on wikipedia simply lists theories - there's a few things that look like it, but there's never been any adequate analysis on the subject and it's unclear if any of the few things that have happened were just time travel or aliens or some odd magical interaction or creation. 

Ring, how long has it been since she arrived in this universe? She'd love to have that moment marked, in local-universe UTC, for later reference.

Meanwhile, though... they're going to have to choose. <Y'all know what I think, loves. What're your opinions?>

<We're very able to adapt and pick up skills. We can handle a group like the Lionhearts.>

<But that discrimination looks iffy. As does the aggression. You've always loved Canada, though, and the Saviours are mobility-focused—> she snickers mentally at this <—and seem more caring toward individuals. As much as I love a good fight...>

Maya nods and hums. <Agreed, sweetheart. The Lionhearts probably not as good a fit for the powers we've acquired as the Saviours. As for the Freedom League...>

<Capitalism~>, Neo finishes, with an eloquently disgusted face.

She nods firmly. <Agreed, loves.> Well, she'd love to visit Canada again, and a whole new Canada at that. Where are the offices of the Saviours, what time is it there, and who appears to be around?

It's been about ten minutes. 

There's half a dozen offices - one in Montreal, Thunder Bay, Victoria, Edmonton, Halifax and a small one in Whitehorse, in a variety of timezones. 

And what time is it in Victoria right now?

12:18 PM.

<Enough time to get to know this shiny new tool before heading down, even,> Maya adds with a smirk.

Sable blushes. Oops, she was about to jump the gun, wasn't she? Seas, she loves her girls. <Y'all take such good care of me.>

She'd really love to know all about this ring. What can it do, what data does it come with, is there a lantern, is there a subspace pocket, what's in the subspace pocket, and what's the charge level?

[Full list of capabilities too extensive to efficiently enumerate in detected physiology.]

[Database unavailable. Analysis system fully functional. Charge level is 88%. Subspace pocket available. Violet Lantern detected in subspace pocket.]

What rate limits, if any, are there on the paired Violet Lantern's ability to recharge the ring?

[Speed of replenishment to full charge is dependent on intensity of love. Without connection to the violet central power battery, a maximum of 200% charge may be replenished within 24 hours.]

She'd love to have a mental defense, protect her loves from anyone trying to mess with their mind. Does this ring have any mental defense protocols? If it doesn't, could it implement some if she scanned some existing mental defenses? And can it detect mental tampering?

Meanwhile, she tries out construct creation, starting with a heart emblazoned with the corps' emblem on one side and their system emblem on the other.

[Limited internal brain state analysis available. Molecular scan available. Construct creation available. Glow detection available.]

It feels... fuzzy. You can, but it forms painfully slowly, thin and sickly before firming out somewhat as you see the emblem properly. 

Oh wow, that's embarrassing.

A teasing snicker echoes.

She blushes and smiles, shaking her head. Well, she loves to learn. How about a training course, bestest ring?

[No 'training course' available. Information on requirements on optimal usage of the Violet Light is available.]

Go for it, she'd love to hear all about it.

[Wielding the violet light is positively impacted by intensity, entanglement and comprehension of love, clarity in visualization, clarity of purpose and metaphysical strength. Effectiveness may be reduced when influenced by other parts of the emotional spectrum, when your understanding of love is contrary to your actions, and when unable to think clearly. Consumption of charge is largely proportional to scale of generated constructs, while effectiveness of those constructs is largely generated by ring mastery.]

She nods firmly, dismisses the first construct, and then closes her eyes, sighing out warmly, a soft smile on her face. She loves her girls, she loves her new body, and she loves being a Violet Lantern.

She opens her eyes, grinning brightly, and summons the dual-emblem heart construct.

It snaps into existence from a thread from the ring, shining brilliantly. 

Okay, how smoothly can she do this? Celtic knots are lovely, she'd love to see a construct of one.

Physically smooth is pretty simple - the surface seems perfectly polished, and it flows readily into shape, even if a bit more slowly then the earlier attempt, the glow trending a little dimmer. 

The motion mentally is pretty natural. There's a gentle assistance in your mind, some extra mental workspace that makes it natural enough, even if something about it almost... skips as feeling of connection and interaction blooms into something practically usable. It's lightning quick, but she can feel a light echo of it in the passing. 

Okay, she'll try rapid switching and dismissing. She takes a moment to recenter herself in loving her girls, her new life, and being a Violet Lantern, then:

Pine tree, like when she lived in rural Oregon?

Beautifully curved saber?

Spread out deck of playing cards?

A bullwhip?

A tower shield?

A cartoon catgirl?

A force field bubble?

All of them work, but the ones that work the best, shining the clearest and brightest are the ones that come with thoughts to use them - it's a lot easier to form a saber to flick around in your hand then it is to just conjure the tree. The size of the cards feels a little wrong, but they come out obligingly enough, and the whip feels a little limp in your hands, while the shield feels simple and standard. The catgirl solidifies a bit more slowly, but as she takes a better look at it and appreciates it some, it grows to a bit better a level. The force field bubble feels basic and simple, but there's something she could probably do to make it 'sit more nicely'. 

What could make her shield bubble stronger? Obviously being in a fight would make it salient, make it obvious that she needs to p—

Oh.

This shield bubble — and even her environmental shield — isn't just protecting her.

She never was much good at things for her own sake.

No, she was always better at doing things for others.

Every single person she meets is fascinating. They all count for her.

That's why she has this ring.

And she doesn't live in this body alone.

She shares it with the other pieces of her heart.

She speaks —almost whispers — as she recreates the bubble shield.

"My shield protects our love."

That's better!

There's an extra something she can feel too - she's pretty sure she could make it crystalline, making it more solid, if perhaps less flexible if she wanted to. 

Maya beams at her, hugging her firmly in mindspace. <That was beautiful, Sable.>

Neo just glomps her, beaming.

Eeee! <Thanks, girls.>

Okay. She'd love to try that crystalline shield.

And up! The shield is firm, strong, properly glassy rather then the virtual 'film' of translucent purple energy. Facets abound in it, and she can tell that it's a little more awkward to reshape and dissipate, if she wants to, even if it's more solid.

Oh it's pretty!

It's so pretty! Almost a shame to take it back down. She can feel a sort of sense for how to work with it, so after a few moments more admiring it, she dismisses it.

It dissipates, taking perhaps five seconds to flake away into motes of light rather then the instant fanfareless vanish of the more conventional constructs.

Even the way it dissipates is prettier.

Well, the next big thing to try is flight. She'll zip around for a few minutes (eee she can fly!), before trying out FTL, zooming out past the asteroid belt to enjoy an up-close look at Saturn with her girls.

FTL is deliberate - a few seconds of gathering energy, a flash of light, and a surge of colors flooding her vision before she comes out the other side, right in place to admire the rings.

Oh, this is lovely.

This is so gorgeous! Sable's the best.~

<Amazing,> Maya says, her mental voice reverent. <Thank you for sharing this with us, love.>

She wraps her girls up in a mental hug and sighs happily, savoring the view and their company.

After several minutes of just enjoying it, Sable decides it's time to test her abilities a little more. She preps another burst of FTL, this one to the asteroid belt.

And vip!

Asteroid belts are diffuser then they look in pictures, but the ring appears to have selected a space with a few several kiloton asteroids flying past at several kilometers a second. 

She surveys the asteroids with interest for a few moments before starting.

Ooh. She wonders if Sable's going to break things!

<She's certainly going to try, sweetheart.>

What if one of these asteroids veered toward an inhabited planet? Countless individual, unique, precious lives could end from one of these. She pictures those lives, each their own story, and levels her ring at the nearest asteroid to blast it as hard as she can.

A dozens of meters wide torrent of violet light spills out and punctures it, crushing through stone like butter, chips of rock fly everywhere as it tumbles away, cracks lacing throughout the entire structure of the rock.

Well, she certainly can't let it get away and make a mess, can she? She fires a wider blast to shred this thing down to shards that will burn up in the atmosphere, and not meaningfully divert any other asteroids they impact, keeping those lovely lives safe.

There's a gentle tug to your attention as you can feel the motivation behind it straining, charging streaming out aggressively to thoroughly obliterate the asteroid. 

When the flash turns down, the shards aren't quite as small as you hoped, with a handful of dense lumps of stone and metallic deposits flying out of the explosion. 

She lets herself slip back out of the perspective of that particular asteroid being a threat to people she cares about, blinking for a moment.

Well. That certainly works. How's her ring charge?

[64%]

She nods, hums thoughtfully. <Shall we?>

An eager mental nod.

Well then~

She preps another FTL burst and zooms back to Earth.

Zoom!

Earth! Fascinating, cape-tastic Earth, and their new home! Maybe, after a lot of research, she can even give Maya and Neo bodies of their own!

She looks and scans around curiously, to see if anyone's investigating all the glowing she's been doing, both now and earlier.

[Love required.]

Silly girl. She'll try that again.

She would honestly love to have a welcoming committee, whether friendly or hostile, and scans for anyone investigating her flashy arrival.

There's some sort of gravitic wake the ring can spot - though oddly enough not an accompanying source. 

There's also a supersuited woman flying swiftly through space to meet you. 

Beyond that, there's a handful of satellites that look to be working to scan in your direction, and adjusting course to take a look at you. Some of them are scan shielded too, and large enough that you could plausibly fit someone to meet up with in there.

People! Someone came by to investigate, and there are satellites pointed at her, and there's a cape flying toward her! Eeee! <Maya, Neo, we're about to meet a local cape! No idea if she's a hero or villain, but it'll be fun finding out!>

<Exciting, love!>

She twirls excitedly in place, then turns to face the incoming flyer, zipping just a bit closer to meet her and waving excitedly.

<I wonder what she's like.>

Actually, that's a good point. She'd love to know what this incoming cape is like. Does facial recognition turn up a Wikipedia article on her?

She's reasonably well known - Her hero name is "Centuria" - She's one of the higher ranking members of the Freedom League. She's apparently from some sort of alternate timeline and came to this universe in a way that granted her a suite of flight, durability and super strength. The scans bear out with the little information that you have - there's some sort of complicated subspace warping effect around her body that seems consistent with the descriptions.

Centuria sounds like an excellent welcoming committee, personally experienced with a variant on the whole "not from this world" thing. She loves meeting and talking with new people.

Is that subspace effect giving her enough atmosphere to talk, or does she have a communicator of some kind?

She has a radio setup - It's more or less a conventional smartphone and satellite phone's cellular systems mashed together with a powerful radio that looks like it'd be usable within a solar system.

The ring has a little bit of difficulty analyzing the effect in any detail, but it seems like she could probably talk normally, though it wouldn't transmit more then a few inches from her skin? It's not that clear, though she is clearly going through the motions of breathing normally.

Communicator and enough air to breathe will do just fine for saying hello to her new friend. When Centuria gets close enough for facial expressions to be easily visible, Sable dials her communicator with the ring.

"Hello! Are you the welcoming committee?"

"Hello. I'm Centuria, of the Freedom League. Is this the purple spaceflyer we detected in the system earlier?"

"Mmmhm! I am!" She waves cheerfully. "You can call me Violet Lantern. I unexpectedly arrived in your universe, and treated myself to a bit of sightseeing before coming back to Earth orbit to figure out who to say hi to first on the way to finding a place for myself locally, and then you saved me the trouble by flying up here yourself."

"I understand. The Freedom League is happy to accept alien guests, so long as they behave in accordance with local laws and customs. Do you have an adequate method of ascertaining those with you?"

She pauses, her mic muting for a few seconds. 

"Our scanners weren't familiar with the method of faster then light travel you were using, and had some difficulty tracking it. Would you mind telling us about the technology you are using?"

She's still flying up towards you at about 10 km/s. She'll be there in a couple of minutes, at this rate.

"If they're accessible on the internet, or you point me at a hardcopy somewhere, I can track down your laws easily enough. I've seen a very brief overview already. Customs might be a bit more complicated, because I doubt most worlds have a convenient 'our customs as seen from the perspective of a mundane Earth' summary posted."

She grins, about to continue, but pauses for a fraction of a moment.

A sudden and brief image of the ring sitting atop a math test, with a rose hanging above.

Aha. <Good idea, sweetness. Thank you.>

She hums thoughtfully. "As for my FTL, I'd be glad to tell you about what I can do under the same sorts of confidentiality as power testing — and ideally not up here where satellites could be eavesdropping."

"Legal codes are generally available online, yes. Custom guides are generally designed for people from a different region visiting another with different practices - though those can have their own implications. If you'd prefer, an escort can be arranged to ensure reasonable compliance and a minimum of headaches." 

She quirks her head a little. 

"'Mundane Earth'? I'm not sure what you mean by that."

She nods slightly. 

"I'm willing to accomodate that. In that case, I'd also recommend that you make sure that you talk in a warded location. The Freedom League HQ in Freedom City, United States is the most secure location we could offer, but many other regions provide some degree of confidentiality. Do you have any special requirements I should keep in mind for selecting a site?"

"I figure 'an Earth without powers, magic, or hypertech' is a decent baseline for comparison between Earths. I'd be glad to look at a few different guides and figure it out most of the way, or meet an escort if y'all would prefer that. No particular requirements about location for a chat, though I'll be scanning it myself to confirm the security."

"Feel free, though naturally the protections available include ones that make them resistant to most forms of scanning."

"Please follow me, then." 

She turns around, and flies back to Freedom City.

Following a high-ranking hero back to HQ, in a city that doesn't even exist on her own homeworld, to talk about powers and tech and origins, eee! Sable flies down after Centuria, periodically scanning as she goes.

Scans abound!

The building itself - identified from a quick search on the web and from the giant neon logo on the side - is in fact warded. It's a vast dual-tower art deco skyscraper, 60 stories tall and impressively wide and deep. The ring can't seem to get any sort of exotic analysis of the construction - it just detects as if there was simply a continuation of the materials beside it. With a bit of fussing, you can optically reconstruct what you could see from the outside looking into the building - lots of simple conference rooms and gyms. Attempting audio reconstruction from the footage generated doesn't seem to work, though there's a handful of other buildings nearby in the city centre where it seems more feasible. There's a few other things you can see too - an out of normal human perception shimmer of a 'molecular matrix shielding system', according to the ring, and facing appears to be made of some space age concrete material that's used in fortifications against space ship bombardments, judging from spectroscopic analysis of tiny places where the paint is chipped away.

A decent area around the building in a cylinder is unscannable too, but you can tell from the electrical infrastructure - some of which seems to be unscannable, though the wires and tubes themselves aren't - that it's probably wired like the building is a generator on the scale of dozens of gigawatts. There's a handful of discrepancies around the entire area, little sensor glitches that ring can't explain. 

Some metahumans fly and walk in and out, some with detectable physical anomalies, and some without. 

What a lovely building! And oh, these protections are gorgeous, just fascinating. Is there any shift or change in the wards' behavior when people walk in and out of the doors? Does audio reconstruction still fail in those cases? Is there a clear point where someone walking out while having a conversation becomes more detectable? Can she read their lips? Does anything other than the usual visible light spectrum seem to be radiating out through the windows, or the doors when they're open? Can she get any vibrations through the ground? What about sonar? When she gets close, can she extend a filament up to the walls? Through them? When she's about to walk through the door herself, can she get a filament into the lobby from outside it?

Eeeeeee! She's probing wards with her Violet Ring! She loves her life!

The ward envelope appears to be basically constant? People coming out are difficult to analyze for a few seconds, but the effect drops off quickly. It's possible to reconstruct audio outside of the building itself - but it's unclear if the effect that you get is any better then you'd get from being someone walking by on the street. It's possible to read lips a little crudely, maybe, at least in some of the more public spaces? You can get vague syllables out of the lips, but the optical properties don't seem to help, and a number of the windows seem to prevent that all together. It's possible to scan the ground outside the ward envelope normally, and possible to get some minimal information from the motions visually of it within, but the ward is clearly designed well enough that you can't just scan down to get results. 

The ring's database seems to suggest that filaments would probably be blocked by most reasonable configurations of a molecular matrix shielding system, and require brute forcing through or some other method of disruption. She's too far to create the sound herself in range without an implausibly long filament, but attempts to model incoming and outgoing sounds give results not much better then optical analysis - though the fact that there's a perhaps ten story basement, rebar construction and additionally shielded labs or such becomes reasonably obvious. 

Her eyes feel... odd, somehow.

What a beautiful set of protections the League has! She twirls in midair as she flies down, once, twice, then soars part of the way on her back.

Neo and Maya give each other a Look.

After a beat, Neo slaps Sable across the face in mindspace, then pulls her into a fierce kiss and holds her tightly.

Maya slides gracefully into fronting. She loves her Captain, and can certainly fly steady and true for her while she gets sorted out. She turns them back over to the graceful forward flight from earlier and continues toward the building.

Sable gasps and thrashes in mindspace, kissing Neo just as desperately as she's trying to get free.

She hooks her foot behind Sable's leg and pushes her back, sending her sprawling to the mental floor, then pins her there with one high-heeled boot, gazing down at her with the same smirk as the first time they'd sparred. She won then, too.

<Breathe, foxling.>

There's a gentle tap against your shoulder.

She's saying something, but she can't quite hear it until - 

"Hello? You zoned out for a minute there. Do you need medical attention?"

A headshake. "No, just a bit overwhelmed by the results of scanning your headquarters' defenses. I'm good to keep flying, and can tell you more inside."

If Centuria's paying close attention, she might notice a subtle change in diction or accent — even when Maya tries to imitate Sable, she can never get it quite right without a solid risk of switching out, and she's certainly not going to risk that right now. An approximation will have to suffice, at least until they're sure Sable's steady again.

She nods swiftly and shoots off with an extra edge of urgency.

Maya continues to fly true for her love, easily keeping pace with Centuria.

Sable gazes up at Neo in mindspace, rocking in place a bit, and stroking Neo's leg with both hands, eyes still glowing, though dimmer.

And soon enough, they're right at the tower, slowing to a modest pace a few hundred meters outside the shield envelope.

Sable is wrapped up in Neo's arms now, panting and slowly steadying herself the rest of the way, the glow in her eyes flickering and clearly on its way out.

Meanwhile, in physical reality, Maya slows to match Centuria outside the shield and cruises gracefully in. Almost inside, and her Captain is almost ready.

There's a visible shimmering, a light cyan pressing up against the flaring aura, eroding it and pressing it closer to her skin as she flies through. 

The moment she sets down, a pink ghostly figure walks up to them, hand extended. 

"I'm an Id-form, and I will be handling your case for the moment, Please, come with me."

She suspects her Captain could resist this shield's effect on their environmental shield, but it's not important. She shakes the figure's hand, and follows on foot with a nod.

In a moment, the door is closed, and she taps her hand on the ring and - 

blankness, for a moment, and the ring cuts out alongside her thoughts for a brief interupt.

"Pray tell?"

All glow dies abruptly, leaving them in the fabricated suit, then resumes. Maya quirks an eyebrow and gives the Id-form an impressed but less than pleased look.

"Well. That's certainly understandable, but not precisely friendly."

She scans her surroundings and the body she shares with her Captain. Have they been moved or altered in any way?

Neo gives Sable a complicatedly eloquent look, saying "we love you" and "we need you" and "it's time for your specialty" and "are you okay?" all at once.

Sable nods in mindspace and gives Neo a daring grin, then kisses her lightly. <Thanks, loves.>

Nothing's changed - the brain scan seems to suggest a recent surge of telepathic activity, but the status otherwise seems pretty normal. 

And then she switches in, taking over smoothly as Maya steps back with a mental hug, head still cocked, eyebrow still raised, but subtly both a bit more confident and a bit more open at the same time.

"I'll be glad to explain a great many things as soon as you explain why you did that adorably invasive interrupt, summarize what if anything you learned from poking my head, and confirm that all of it falls under the same power test confidentiality that I discussed earlier with Centuria."

"You were being mentally influenced by that artifact on your finger." She inclines her head down, and adjust her glasses, a stern look on her face. "You still are. It was obvious from even a cursory read of your psychic emanations, much less the basic intent scan. The effect was empathic, so I focused on immediately removing a plausible threat, and getting into a situation where we can talk this through like adults." "This conversation is subject to that confidentiality, though the incident of you stalling out in space is not. Is that acceptable to you?"

She's distinctly unamused. 

Her expression warms a bit more. "That's very understandable, and I appreciate the concern. The confidentiality is acceptable as described — I certainly can't expect you to cover for my getting overwhelmed in public, can I?" She giggles a bit at the question.

"It's not urgent, if it was just an intent scan apart from that brief disruption, but I would still quite like to know what you found. First, however, I'll explain things as promised."

She holds up her right hand, palm facing in, showing off the ring. "This is a Violet Power Ring, one of the most versatile tools in the multiverse. It's a tool for mostly-safely wielding the Violet Light of Love, one of the seven colors of the Emotional Spectrum. All seven lights have a tendency to warp the wielder toward that color and can become imbalanced. Meditation and introspection are recommended."

She giggles ruefully and shakes her head, blushing slightly. "Being frank with you, I'm new to ringslinging — though I still highly doubt you'll find anyone better at wielding Violet than me. That bit of overwhelm came from immersing myself in how much I love defensive magics and technologies and how much I love learning, to examine your impressive defenses here. I'm a little embarrassed, actually, that I let myself get that overwhelmed. Had it handled, though there's still room for improvement. Before I possibly go into how that recovery worked, however, I'd love to hear if you found anything interesting in the intent scan."

"I got a basic read of your plurality, your desire for intimacy, to have a good adventure and to faithfully protect. Little else. As indicated, I try to avoid reading contaminated minds."

She sighs lightly. 

"Could you please take a moment to describe what such rings can do, firstly?"

Contaminated?

Every perspective counts, and her caution is understandable.

Maya and Neo hug Sable firmly in mindspace.

"The plurality is what I was looking for in particular, thank you. We weren't out about it back home. And yes, I can."

She hums, considering where to begin. "A ring can be used for flight (both slower and faster than light), environmental shielding, hardlight constructs, shielding, energy blasts, material alteration, transmutation, communication, extremely thorough scanning, limited healing (some colors are better at this than others), translation, and some empathic and more esoteric abilities. All uses of a power ring are driven and shaped by the wielder's clarity of purpose and ability to shape their intent in the emotion of the light they're wielding."

"Thank you for sharing. I'll leave it to my colleagues for the determination of the more exact details."
She asks softly.
"Would you mind taking off your ring for the moment? I swear that I won't make or facilitate any effort to take it away from you, if you don't attack anyone."

She steps closer to the table in the middle of the conference room, takes off her ring, and sets it down. Away goes her environmental shield, away go the little boosts, but oh well. She clasps her arms behind her back.

Her mind isn't very different. Still plural, and honestly ran pretty thoroughly on Violet even before she wore the ring, once she found herself again.

"I don't mind."

"Do you think it would be unwise for me to put it on myself, as an experiment?"

"Interesting question."

<Girls? I can see this going either way.>

Neo calls up an image of the ring-tap that disabled them. <Might be hard to take it back if she goes off.>

Maya hums. <I think you can call it back, especially if we help, as long as she's not actively striking at our mind. The real question is risk factors.>

<Thanks, loves.>

Hardly a fraction of a second after she first spoke, she asks, "Are you prone to possessiveness or jealousy? Do you have a decent understanding of there being multiple kinds of love beyond romantic?"

"I'm not, and I'm well-aware. It's part of our job, to work with other people's loves, after all."

She presses her hands against her lap. 

"I can be dismissed by Professor Id herself as well, due to my nature, so me running amok like that is not a concern you should have, I would think."

She presses it up her glasses against the bridge of her nose. 

"The ring emanates the effect, to an extent. There seems to be a bonding process seperate from that, but it promotes love around it and its workings. The effect seems relatively minor, and it's understood that many heroes have abilities that will have odd ramifications around them, but if you are going to use it, that is going to need to be disclosed, and ideally a countermeasure offered to those expected to stay within range of the effect for extended periods. Please keep that in mind when working to minimize the effects." 

"Glad to hear it. I welcome help in devising a straightforward countermeasure to offer people. Considering all that, try it with my blessing."

She presses it onto her finger, and hums softly.

A soft purple light wraps around her, glowing gently. 

She takes a moment to draw a heart in violet, hover in place, before focusing firmly for a moment, the color cutting out and popping back in a few times. 

She rolls it off her finger with her thumb, the ring drifting in an aurora of the light before circling back above her palm, dropping down. 

She offers her hand out to her. 

"Here." 

"And I don't believe I got your names?"

She reflects on her loves, and all the lovely people she can protect here, and calls the ring back onto her finger.

"I'm impressed. Just from the little I know of you so far, I wouldn't expect you to most naturally be a Violet wielder, and it takes some self-mastery to wield a non-native light. Hell, the ring-hover trick takes a decent bit of self-mastery even in one's preferred color."

She smiles warmly. "It's nice of you to ask for all of our names. I'm Sable."

She switches in for a moment, posture straightening a bit further, diction a bit more formal, accent faintly British. "I am Maya," she adds with a gentle smile.

Neo switches in next, posture getting even more casual than Sable's, head tilted, grinning, hip cocked, one hand on her hip, the other waving cheerily. She recalls how Sable has never pushed her to speak aloud, and conjures construct text spelling "Neopolitan", with "or Neo for short" below it in smaller print.

"Pleasure to meet you, Sable, Maya, Neo." 

She nods her head at each name. 

"Thank you. I try to cultivate a mastery across the full spectrum of human feeling - though I expect my output with a tool like this would be rather low, even aside the limitations of the budding process."

"A few things I've noticed, upon a quick examination. The effects are relatively modest, but they compound, especially with themselves. I can see how you could get... overexcited, on the light. It seems to also make it moderately more difficult to focus on other emotions, and makes solving your problems through love and the power of the ring more instinctively 'correct'. It might be useful to try to find alternatives to focus on, and ways to exist aside the way it promotes. There doesn't seem to be a simple methodology to block it with my powers - though the effects are somewhat readily identifiable, at least internally. It might be speculatively plausible for Doctor Id's primary body to manual modulate the intensity of feeling in real time, but it focuses too much on what you are feeling in that moment for a generalized numbing to compensate. Perhaps a ward of some kind? I'm not particularily familiar with such things, but there are few things that a truly skilled magic user cannot address." 

"But beyond that..." 

"Is there anything you'd like to address before you go on your way to testing in truth? I'm more than happy to field a response to any question you might have that you don't expect a councillor here to have as good an answer to as I would, given the givens."

She considers for a moment, nodding and taking all that in. "It's something to practice, for sure. I don't think I have any questions for you specifically, unless you know of any resources on helping headmates get their own bodies that the counselors wouldn't."

"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!"

Another heart! Off it goes through the other four fields!

"Still not reinforced, so we can get baseline data on each."

It shimmers and shakes, motes flying off against the persistent telekinetic effect, smokes at some sort of magical effect, mostly ignores some sort of spatial twisting, and melts around some more exotic plasma effect, finally fading out.

She'd love it if the ring kept track of which of those affected her constructs how, and reported them when it detected them, in the future.

"That's fascinating! Y'all have so many different kinds of energy fields!"

[Acknowledged.]

This is just a reasonable sampling - it seems reasonably robust across the board, though I wouldn't want to trust it too much against a powerful opponent used to getting through force fields." 

"Say! How large and precise can you make those?"

She responds by conjuring an enormous construct of of a nine-tailed kitsune woman, kind eyes atop a graceful snout, pushing love into every bit of fur as her tails sprawl out into the room.

And hand on her shoulder, and a crack as a railgun barrage fires and sharp bzzt of the lightning cannon and the click of the plasma weapon all fire, bathing the crystalline construct in deadly forces.

Nope, this beautiful kitsune will persist as long as Sable can manage, love pouring into the construct to reinforce.

Immediately, the skin fracture, cracks and crevices forming, pits digging into the flesh but it holds, light flooding into every imperfection, the crystl growing back in place, the fur if anything shining brighter, her snout curling up into a slight taunting smile as she grins down at the armory of weak weapons deployed uselessly against her. 

[Warning: 10% charge remaining.]

Sable grins and laughs, something about that smile wonderfully and tantalizingly familiar.

"That was fun, but I need to pause to recharge. I'll be opening a subspace pocket, saying an oath, and getting a pretty beam of Violet energy to refill my ring from the paired Lantern, in case any of that sounds worth setting up special scans for."

"A moment..." 

And back to tangibility. 

"Go ahead!"

She considers her Lantern — her Lantern! — and reaches into her subspace pocket to pull it out. She's been considering her oath in the back of her mind since she first got here, and has some ideas at this point.

It sort of... occludes into existence, a mirage forming in space before furls of violet light spill out along the sphere, depositing the lantern on an ornate table, complete with a purple sigil placemat and ornate detailing down the curved legs. 

It's slick and smooth design - an almost egg shaped gem perhaps a foot tall wrapped around in a cage of shining silver in an image suggestive of a hurricane lantern. Fascinating facets of light gleam as the core of the power pulses and undulates, producing an effect suggestive of a well-done rave. 

At the sight of her Lantern, her fragmentary ideas scatter like a whirlwind and then snap into alignment. It's obvious now, what her oath is, what she swears to be for the people of any world she can reach.

She holds out her right arm, hand closed in a gentle fist, ring pointed directly at the Lantern. She speaks the words of her oath, the recitation spilling from her lips like a truth she'd forgotten.

"Beneath the pall of blackest night,
"A sky without a glint of care,
"Look up, and see me burning there,
"A shining star of violet light."

As she starts to speak, both the ring and Lantern start to glow brighter, and then a thick, twisting beam of Violet energy leaps outward from the Lantern, connecting to the ring. Faintly misty glow wafts off of the connection, the cord of power shining brilliantly and brightening the whole room with a fiercely affectionate warmth.

Shortly after she completes the oath, the beam cuts out, and the ring informs her:

[Recharge complete. Charge level: 100%]

He claps pleasedly. 

"Intriguing! Some sort of elemental force portal system linked into a proper manipulation suite. There's no fine parity with simple mana, of course, but that's good to know." 

"I think I have a fairly good sense of the defense around your skin just from looking at it - it appears to partially be the same mechanism you used for that statue of yours. It appears to do gas filtering and enviromental support, so shouldn't have to worry about that, and some form of automatic force correction..." 

He taps his fingers as sheathes of paper appear against the clipboard, scribbled out quickly with charts and notes. 

He runs his hand along the lantern, humming thoughtfully. 

"Are you aware of this artifact being able to do anything aside from charging your ring?"

She smiles back at him, considering her response. "It radiates the Violet light of Love more in a brighter and more concentrated form than my presence or the ring does, with all the usual effects of exposure to Emotional Spectrum light: inspiration and reinforcement of the relevant emotion, subtle suggestion to think of solutions in ways colored by that light. Direct contact with the Star Sapphire at the center of the Lantern amplifies those effects dramatically, possibly inducing Violet mania in the unprepared."

She tilts her head thoughtfully. "If there was a Violet Central Power Battery in this universe, the Lantern could recharge itself much faster than the two ringfuls a day I get without, but... other than recharging my ring and radiating the Violet, I don't know of any other features."

She gives her ring a considering look, then says to it, "Ring, please describe all the features of this Lantern, aloud."

"Lanterns may be used to recharge power rings. They may also be used to power some forms of glow technology. They possess the technology to stabilize themselves in subspace vacuoles not attached to a ring through the connection to a central power battery, and auxiliary functions designed to ensure its continued operation under planar disruption and through adverse environments."

She looks back up at Imagos and nods, "Nothing too surprising there, though I'd forgotten about a Central Battery enabling stationary pockets. Actually, speaking of which, do you know of any abilities to detect and pierce my subspace pocket, and defenses against those? My Lantern is my biggest vulnerability. Without it, I'd be stuck trying to reinvent Blue's trickle-charging from ambient emotion and begging for help retrieving it."

He holds his chin in hand in an exaggerated thinking pose. 

"It's not too uncommon for metahuman energy projection powers to effect insubstantial things - which the specific mechanism you are using may or may not be. Dimension crossing effects are rarer, but extant." 

He hums softly. 

"Could you please return it to your pocket for a moment?" 

She nods, and tucks her Lantern back into the safety of her subspace pocket.

He peers around for a moment. 

"I can definitely see it, and I'm fairly sure I could do something to it with a ritual. I could make an attempt to teleport into a space like that, but I can see pretty clearly that wouldn't be the wisest thing to do, considering the scope of pocket."

He shakes his head. 

"There's no standard defense, persay? Or rather, there is, but it's not really any different from what advise I'd give you if you were expecting someone to come in with majored superpowered opposition and a blank check to defend yourself. Use layered wards, keep someone who can produce countermeasures on staff, the works. Some swear by hyperphasic metals to block against some of that sort of thing, but there's a few too many ways for the right astral intruder or sneaky sorceror to get past it with a little bit of forethought for it to be something that I'd consider a full defense." 

"But..." 

He tilts his head. 

"Most of those sorts of senses are relatively short ranged, in general? You had some sort of generalized spaceflight power, yes? It'd be rather difficult for most to retrieve such a thing in space, much less detect that sort of thing, which makes such strategies a somewhat viable option." 

"Hopefully a League counselor can help hook me up with a mage willing to work on warding with me. Even aside from preferring to keep hold of my own power source, I wouldn't likely trust Glow tech in the hands of anyone who'd steal it. On top of that, I don't have any magical defenses of my own. Or psychic, for that matter."

"As is true for all but a few!" 

He raises a finger up objectingly, before bobbing his head to the side and giving her leave to continue.

"Good point about that, though I suspect even most heroes don't have powers that depend on their concentration, or on artifacts that can be stolen with magical means."

She hums thoughtfully. "Spaceflight is an interesting idea. If I manage to notice someone probing my pocket and I'm not in a space that would prevent my escape —  which honestly I should generally avoid in most cases —  then getting that far out should certainly disrupt it and prevent most possible retries."

"I think Imagos' idea, however, was a stationary pocket."

"A pocket wouldn't even nesscarily be required! Creating a small box that is difficult to scan can be done in any number of different ways, and would serve adequately, I expect? It's likely feasible to simply plant it deep in the planet itself or some such, making it harder to detect by distance and geomantic interuptions, rather then any sort of sophisticated defense. Certainly, that seems like the most readily available of your options." 

"That would certainly be easier to defend, though it could make recharging somewhat inconvenient. No recharging without a full disengagement and returning to wherever I've sealed this box."

"Perhaps with some additional technology we could make a portal from the ring to the box, and thereby regain the ability to charge on the go?"

"That sounds like a warded pocket with extra steps."

"Likely! Do note that that form of energy is one I'm unfamiliar with and one that few will have any immediate use for, and that stealing it from your ring's reserve is likely to excite your ire. If you are keeping yourself reasonably topped up, then it'll be difficult to simply barge past you, take the item and say seyanora, after all!" 

"Concentration locked powers exist, but it is relatively rare amongst standard-issue metas, that's true. It might make sense to create you something, even if the potency of such an item wouldn't be too high." 

She hums and nods. "Good points on both counts. Maybe set the ring to warn at a higher threshold than ten percent when not in the middle of a battle or something delicate unless the drain is precipitous, like forty or fifty? And that'll do until either we can make a secure base or recruit a mage?"

She shakes her head and laughs. "I'm getting sidetracked, and we've probably still got testing to do! Don't want to soak your time up on non-testing things without asking first."

"We do!" 

"Let's see..." 

"Centuria has adequate enough data on your flight, I think? Superluminal speeds are rarely too relevant, as well. The main remaining subject would be scanning, transmuting, 'empathic and esosteric abilities'. I expect sending a scan off to the computer would be simple enough for you, but the rest require further explanation!"

"Those, right," she replies with a nod. "Transmutation is basically matter manipulation, and that's mostly my just speculating from capabilities I've seen some documentation of. The last two... All seven colors of the Glow allow a skilled wielder some empathic abilities. The most common that I'm aware of is being able to observe the relevant emotion in people, such as seeing the Heart's True Desire for Violet.

"First though," she she looks at her ring. "Ring, please describe your available transmutation capabilities, and the limits and requirements thereof?"

[Transmutation requires adequate charge and love, filament contact and an adequate model of the molecular structure and energies and generation methods thereof involved in the matter to generate. Materials with self-reactive precursors may not be possible to fabricate.]

She shakes her head, giggling ruefully. "Forgot to specify aloud. Oh well. Requires charge and love, filament contact, a model of the structure and energies and generation methods. And materials with self-reactive precursors might be impossible. Considering that, honestly I wonder if magical materials might be impossible too. Rings aren't known for handling magic easily."

With a considering hum, she continues, "Hazy memories say it was a charge hog. Bet crushing graphite into diamond is maybe one of the simplest tests, though maybe you have a better idea."

He frowns slightly.

"In the case that something like that would be feasible, then there's a whole other battery of tests for the strength of your constructs..." 

He teleports quickly over to a desk, and fetches a small knife, shining eerily brightly in the harsh light of the testing room. 

"What happens when you try to replicate this?"

She peers at the knife thoughtfully. It looks fascinating. "As a construct, or out of some actual physical materials I don't have?"

"Both, let's say!"

She gazes intently at the knife, taking in the shape and the eerie glow. It's intriguing, maybe magical judging from that shine, and she's always loved weapons. She'll scan it and recreate it as faithfully as she can.

It... mostly works? The process seems a little slow and awkward as the ring adapts to the unfamiliar metal, and she can feel the charge draining agressively. Some of the sigils don't come out quite right, some sort of automatic substitution in the structure making the lines flow a little differently. 

"If I may..." 

He carefully plucks the knife from the grasp of her construct and presses it in against a test shield. 

It sparks, the imbued energy field digging into the force field effect, but it doesn't quite get past the energies. 

"Interesting, interesting! There's some sort of limitation around some thaumaturgical symbols in recreations, the nucleonic effect isn't quiet as potent as I expected it to be, but the material itself is flawless, even if that looked like quite the expenditure."

How much did that lovely bit of transmutation cost her, ring?

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Power rings are not known to be able to work directly with magic very well."

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"Oh? I was under the impression that it was affiliated with the magical elemental force of love..." 

He scribbles down something on his page and hums.

"Would you like to try to interact with a magical 'love' effect, then? I'm not a specialist in such things but I'm sure I could improvise something quickly enough..."

"Eight percent charge spent on that one transmutation," she notes, shaking her head and smiling. "And that's an understandable interpretation, but I don't think it's quite correct. The Violet light of love is... I suppose you could call it closer to an empathic fundamental force than magic, as are the other six colors. I have never known a power ring to reliably handle magic directly."

She shrugs, half-smiling. "Of course, I may be under-informed myself. I'm working with partially-remembered documentation of a technology I've never personally handled before today. Regardless, poking a magical 'love' effect sounds fascinating, so by all means."

Off he goes! 

He conjures a vast sheet of paper before him, and pours over it, a thick piece of charcoal sketching a finely done circle along it, writing out assorted runes and desigsn along it, each glowing and dancing slightly with a faint green light. 

In perhaps a minute, he's done, and holds an odd shimmering ball in his hand. 

"Care to tell what you see, with this, and what you think you can do with it?"