Empirical research, or something more?
((OOC: Backdating this to before the undead attack, since I don't know exactly what'll happen there yet.))
Notes were spread across her desk, though these notes were not for any class. The recent magical fluctuation that had affected the campus had captured one young girl's attention, and though her knowledge of the magical arts themselves were weak, her scientific mind tried to gather data and analyze the curious things that happened to those around her.
Her own powers mystified her most. Classmates who grew stronger remained powerful; those who had lost power still had yet to regain it. And still others seemed to have developed new abilities that seemed quite unlike them. It was all somewhat puzzling. But even more puzzling was that she could not determine what was going on with her own body, the ebb and flow of power within her unable to be explained. But then again, her artificially-created body was anything but normal, and could explain any number of deviations from the normal baseline.
Something else bothered her. She did not know what was happening to her classmates in general, but not knowing about one classmate in particular proved to be more of a distraction than all the others combined. She exhaled in frustration, knowing that her mind would not be at rest until she found this out for herself. 'I'm not worried,' Seven told herself as if to remind herself of what she wished to believe. 'I'm simply...curious.'
The book containing her research was then closed. Soon after, there was a quiet knock at the door, a very respectful rapping upon its frame. Though many people shared this room there was only one name Seven called out. "Era?" The Mage stood quietly in the hallway, awaiting an answer.
Notes were spread across her desk, though these notes were not for any class. The recent magical fluctuation that had affected the campus had captured one young girl's attention, and though her knowledge of the magical arts themselves were weak, her scientific mind tried to gather data and analyze the curious things that happened to those around her.
Her own powers mystified her most. Classmates who grew stronger remained powerful; those who had lost power still had yet to regain it. And still others seemed to have developed new abilities that seemed quite unlike them. It was all somewhat puzzling. But even more puzzling was that she could not determine what was going on with her own body, the ebb and flow of power within her unable to be explained. But then again, her artificially-created body was anything but normal, and could explain any number of deviations from the normal baseline.
Something else bothered her. She did not know what was happening to her classmates in general, but not knowing about one classmate in particular proved to be more of a distraction than all the others combined. She exhaled in frustration, knowing that her mind would not be at rest until she found this out for herself. 'I'm not worried,' Seven told herself as if to remind herself of what she wished to believe. 'I'm simply...curious.'
The book containing her research was then closed. Soon after, there was a quiet knock at the door, a very respectful rapping upon its frame. Though many people shared this room there was only one name Seven called out. "Era?" The Mage stood quietly in the hallway, awaiting an answer.