"Now your whole life is topsy-turvy! New friends! Goodbye old ones! New places! Monster slaying! I'm not one of those old clan heirs or whatever who trained their whole lives to partner with a spirit, just a girl who impressed a genie. That's, like, the cheater's empowerment."

Stripe's blue again.

"I think this is more the culmination of my flipping a table that I had long since been hoping for an excuse to flip, really.  Also, impressing a genie is actually quite a feat, in my opinion?  Impressing any force of nature, really.  It shows a level of dedication to your chosen path.  Meanwhile, I basically got my mantle dumped on me because a spirit thought it would be funny to see the Spirit Association wondering why it empowered me, of all people.  You seized a chance to change the world and made the most of it."

Rose Weed crosses her arms behind her head, stretching. "Eh. I seized the chance to be pretty in pink and never get old. And apparently do lots of stuff involving floaty exploding flowers. Genies are ffffflipping weird, man. So is magic really. What spirit is that? They kind of take all kinds."

"Culpeper Cut thought it would be funny.  I actually did do some more traditional spirit-impressing with one of the ones you show up to a path in the middle of nowhere and yell to contact, though.  ...Floaty exploding flowers, huh?"

"And...just because you're also benefiting from what you're doing, doesn't mean it's not worth doing."

She grins. Waves her arms and holds out a small sphere that wasn't there a moment ago, curtseying and presenting it like a romantic gift.

"Can I offer you a lovely rose-grenade, miss Sylvia?"

The 'rose' is pink and white, and the 'stem' is a cartoon-style sparking rope fuse.

She snrks, and does actually take the rose grenade, though she cushions it in water so the 'explosion' won't blow through and hit her.  "Luna, at present.  What's it do?"

"That one's a distraction. Wouldn't want to get the suits mad by damaging the concrete, there's fields to practice big stuff in."

Pamf! Goes the rose-grenade from inside the water globule, spreading jets of intensely sparkly matter in all directions, some of it escaping the blob as glittersmoke but most swirling intensely inside the water.

"Pretty!"

"Very.  Is that...how this goes, I suppose?"

"Uhh, this? I'm not big on subtext. Make the text super."

She huffs a laugh out, and follows that up with an "I'll see what I can do."

"Okay, so - you've been doing this a lot longer than I have, judging by the shiny gubbins on your outfit and also that I literally became a magical girl today.  And I guess what I'm wondering is, did you start off with the flower power stuff?  Or was that something you grew into?"

"I started out with it and I guess I was more interested in playing on the same thing than beating my head against my theme. Most of us don't have much success on that front, miss rainbow." Playful glare. "Daisies, dandelions, roses, tulips, petunias, oh my. I can do all sorts of interesting area denial effects by now."

"Isn't miss rainbow - ugh, names - Chromadyne?  We don't have a purple!  Or a yellow, yet - Diana's definitely going to try and pick up some lightning to go with her fire, though."  She grins back.  "That's really neat, though!  Can you do trees?  Or parasitic plants?  Or mushrooms, which wouldn't fit the plants thing but do fit a things-that-grow sort of look...Is it more a chlorokinesis element, or a bomb power that happens to be plant-themed?  Why is your weapon a wand?

"...Whoops!  Let my questions get ahead of me."

"Well, Chromadyne's not here, is she? I hear she hangs around in upstate New York, blowing things up for fun. I can understand that second bit, but not the first. As for me, it's flowers. All flowers, all the way down. And bombs, but only if they're actually flowers. I can do cutting steel rose petals and sleeping pollen and giant sunflower barriers. I don't even garden! I just think flowers are pretty! But vines do flower, so I can make them tangle monsters, yeah, and....."

She hums in focus, a wash of rose-scented air seeming to make her glow and push back the slight stink and mundanity of the exercise equipment.

A flower blooms, grows, folds and disintegrates in her hand. And then she presents a small pink fruit. Which she then munches on. "Theshe are delichious. And my weapon's a wand 'caushe it looks cuter!" She pulls a pose with her arm outstretched, wand in hand, mouth still full.

"What sort of fruit is that...?  And trees do flower, surely you've seen the cherry blossoms!"

"I call it ambrosia! Trees are hard." She shrugs. "Hey, wanna fight?"

"...You know, we could probably stand to benefit from a spar.  After we've sorted out our limits, at least.  Which means a brief stint in the fire training facility, but after that?"

Red, and a green-black gradient, strike the indicator stripe.  "You're on."

"Geh, that throws me off, transforming again! Okay, sure, get on with it. I'll come heckle you, even."

Well, there's just a few tests she actually needs to do; she needs to test how sharp Ophelia's shadows are, how hot her fire is, and what sort of moves Clara - and Clara-and-Ophelia - can pull.

Ophelia's shadows are a formless fog that twists and pools, but with focus it can form up into edges and points to strike for a bare moment before dissipating once again. The fire is... Fire? It's hard to tell just how hot it is, exactly, the fire practice room is just a large bare concrete space with reinforced sprinkler systems and drains. It certainly feels warm. Meanwhile, Clara's wind magic naively applied seems to support all her movements, whipping in different directions at a moment's notice when she wants to accelerate, stop, turn, or do acrobatics. It's very hard to focus on two elements at once, though perhaps getting slightly easier? As if two of her aspects can be more 'awake' at once if she really focuses? The near-instinctual nature of Clara's wind, though, makes trying to use it in combination tricky, since it follows the physical motions more than conscious intent.

Rose Weed watches her practice with a critical eye. "Hey, just thinking aloud... You're going to need to practice a lot if you want to get all those options honed to a razor's edge. The versatility's great and all, but like. I know aaaaall the nuances of all my flower types out of sheer lived experience. If I had to do the same with water and shadow and stuff it'd be harder to get it down to the muscle memory level, you know?"

"Indeed.  Thankfully, we will have the time to do so.  After all, we have forever.  In the meantime, we expect to cultivate specific combinations of magics, depending upon what we will face."

She makes a face at 'forever'. "Mmh. I guess so."

"...Immortality not appealing to you?"

"Immortality has a failure rate."