8779/Wyrd Science

Wyrd Science
Date of Scene:	22 November 2021
Location:	Satana's Laboratory
Synopsis:	A scene in the laboratory where some tests are done to determine the extent and style of Ree's abilities.
Cast of Characters:	Ree, Satana Hellstrom

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Ree has posed:
Ree holds up a scrap of fabric.

"I could tear this in half without powers," she says, frowning. "This isn't a challenge. I get starting small, but I could build things for you. I could ...I don't know, make you something fun!"

She looks up at Satana's face, unwilling to do things that she considers boring. "Could I at least make it into a pattern?"

Satana's suggestion to actually do tests instead of going straight for the bigger stuff has hit a slight roadblock. Ree bores easily.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana holds up her hand next to her ear, miming like she's holding a phone receiver. Her other hand mimes punching buttons. A short pauses while she taps her fingernails against her arm.

"Oh, hello? Beleth? I have something here that's marked as your property. Would you like me to return it?"

She 'hangs up' the non-existent phone and directs her eyes at Ree, raising one eyebrow questioningly. Is this what Ree wants?...

Ree has posed:
Ree's eyes narrow. She crosses her arms. "You don't have to threaten," she says grumpily. "I want to help. You knew that I was a little bit broken when you hired me." Hired may not be the right term, but she takes the moment to lift her hand to the fabric.

She touches it, a fingertip, and then draws her hand downward. The fabric parts easily, just as she'd said it would. But that's not all that it did.

She didn't cut it. She really didn't do much of anything, physically. What she just did, before Satana's eyes, was coax the molecules to dislike each other on point of contact. The range is ridiculously short, barely reaching past her own skin, but it's very clear that she's pulling off molecular disintegration.

She just sucks at it to the point where she's probably unaware what she's even doing.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Taking up one of the pieces, Satana examines it carefully, looking at the edges. Then, wordlessly, she shreds it with claws, messily tearing it, into five strands connected only by a little shared cloth at one end. She hands this back to Ree.

"Now put this back together. Like you did that bottle."

Her eyes are alight with ... something. Interest, yes, but also an abiding hunger. If her instincts here are correct...

Ree has posed:
"Mmkay," Ree says thoughtfully as she holds up the strips. "It's easier when the edges are clean though." She normally just jams things into places and welds them there, or that's how she thinks of what Satana is asking her to do. She looks at them a moment, then walks to a flat surface.

Laying them down, she takes a moment to piece them together physically. "I have to have surfaces touching to do this," she explains. She gets two of them together, and without any visible action at all they're simply unbroken. The two surfaces grow together, deciding to be one strip of fabric instead of two.

"It's harder to undo when it's fine work, since the end product is supposed to look good. Most of Beleth's work was rough, like, nail this bridge up and have it not fall down."

As she's chattering, she's peering really close at the work. She pushes together two pieces imperfectly, not noticing it in time, and the product looks wrong. When she tries to separate it again, it's not in exactly the same place as the previous seams. There's some cursing at that point.

Looking deeper, the fabric is actively growing at a very fine level. It merges with the other fabric, the molecular links being created as if they had always been there.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Snatching up the cloth, Satana looks it over carefully again, chortling as she tests the former seams and tears, inspecting the flawed error points before bursting out into full-on laughter.

"Beleth is a fool!" she exults. "Letting you slip out of his grasp for a paltry little mana scheme. He had no idea what he had!"

Red glowing eyes fall on Ree.

"Show me more." She hands Ree a broom and a live chicken. "Have fun. Be ... creative!"

While Ree thinks over what to do, she slips quickly out of her clothing (designed to be pulled off in one motion to those in the know) and dons her leather butcher's apron, putting the outfit in a sealed box.

"Don't spare the chicken's feelings."

Ree has posed:
Anyone else would have hesitated. Ree isn't that kind of person, she takes both of these things from Satana and instantly drives the broom handle through both of the chicken's wings, spraying blood on the floor. The chicken doesn't seem impressed.

As it tries to get away, Ree calls over the sudden annoying noise, "Anything I want?" She grins, snapping the broom in half right between the wings by passing her finger over that point (more difficult, more energy expended) and re-creates it at a ninety degree angle. It's now a bent broom impaled on a chicken.

She doesn't wait too long for a response, reaching down and snapping off the chicken's legs where they meet flesh. She slaps the wiggling parts to her own thigh and 'welds' them there, freeing up her hands. Apparently it doesn't hurt if you do it right.

"Shut it or I'll shove your head up your own ass," she tells the chicken. Which is, of course, too stupid to understand. But it knows that a predator's here.

She reaches up and presses the beak closed, taking a couple of tries to do it, and a moment later (with a LOT of effort), the beak won't open anymore. Ree is noticeably winded by that weld, though.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
And that's it. That's what she wanted to see. Inspecting the 90 degree broom closely, a wide grin on her face as she sees how it was put together, Satana barely restrains herself from hugging the imp.

"Ree, you have a rare gift that I don't think even you understand the power of. It's weak. Undisciplined. Untrained. But you have it in you, little one, to join the ranks of the Archdemons in time."

She barely restrains a dance of victorious joy. The hips had started, but were held in place quickly. "I will never let Beleth get its grotesquely ugly claws into you. What you can do, with training, could make him far too powerful. Our deal stands: you're free to do as you wish, but for one thing."

Satana's eyes turn on Ree and her face goes serious.

"You will train. Under me. Student to my teacher." Harsh grin. "With side benefits if this is what you wish. But you must learn to rein in and control these powers."

Ree has posed:
Ree flinched when Satana nearly hugged her. It was quite visible, and similarly understandable. This could easily go south for her. "I didn't get to shove it up the bird's ass yet," she says, but lets Satana talk over her as she listens.

The joy is contagious though, and by the time it's her turn to talk Ree is grinning. "I could weld it to Byleth's house when it's done if you want?" Doesn't get it. "Seriously though, it's just glue and solvent, really."

Which is when she shows a tiny spark of brains, and shuts up and thinks. She raises a hand, palm forward, and processes. Then, after a few seconds, she says, "It's not just glue and solvent. I could do more?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Watch and learn, little one."

Satana tears another cloth into three strips, laying them on her workbench.

"Now I will connect the first two pieces with some repair magics I know." Closing her eyes and breathing eldritch expressions, she lays her hand over one of the joins. The fabric starts to move under and near her hand in a way that, once she finishes, she holds up the reattached piece.

"Look here. It's a good firm mend." Satana shows the piece close to Ree's eyes. "It is almost as strong and as durable as the original, but ... you can see that it just knitted itself together. It's a splice. There's a seam. The threads aren't connected, just wound up against each other. From a distance you couldn't tell it was mended, but from up close it's obvious."

She repeats the hand and seam on the other tear, but this time the whole piece of cloth gets blurry and almost vanishes before reassembling. This she tosses at Ree.

"Now, this way is like yours. In fact the first repaired place is done. But notice: the pattern is slightly different. The colour is a bit off. All kinds of little things like that. Because I didn't repair it. I found a mostly-matching piece and replaced it."

She holds up Ree's fabric piece. "Yours are flawlessly connected. Aside from the dye mismatches from a bit of clumsy assembly you can't tell where one torn thread ended and the other began. You REGREW the fabric! And attached the growing ends so deeply that they can't be distinguised from an original thread."

Admiringly Satana holds aloft the welded chicken beak.

"Magnificent!"

Ree has posed:
Ree isn't sure what to say, but she's still grinning. Pride, it's a sin and one that she's fairly good with. "I can still weld it to Beleth's house. It'll be an absolute bitch to get down, I know from experience." She looks completely non-innocent, not hiding it at all. She's clearly 'welded' a few pranks in Hell.

"My welds were always strong, I didn't know it was that strong though. I mean, not ...strong, but basically, that'd mean that ...isn't that impossible?" She's musing now, still amused but also mused. "I suppose I need to figure out where this goes then. Please, I submit myself to your teachings, Mistress." She says this with no little irony, given that she'd just turned down calling Satana by the title of Master. This means a different thing though. And she curtsies -horribly- when doing so.

"Hey, could I learn to do sewing? I could make some killer shit that way." Oh, she was doing so well until that point. Low aspirations compared to the ability to vaporize entire archdemons at a thought.

Ree has posed:
Ree spends a moment looking at the fabrics that Satana was working with, peering at them closely. She likes touching things, and it's just possible she may lick them when she gets the opportunity.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Unambitious demons with the deadliest power imaginable ... are for the best.

"Of course, darling," Satana says with a kind smile. The kind a genuinely nice person might use when talking to the developmentally challenged. "In fact I look forward to some of the creations you come up with for me. Going to seamstresses always goes wrong for me. They make the clothes, I try them on. I seduce them. And that's one less seamstress in the world."

Ree has posed:
"I'm still for that," Ree says directly. "But I don't tend to kill them. I'd like to try on a few more humans, see how they ride." She pauses then, looking up at Satana. Not a hint of normal morality, she sees nothing wrong with the idea.

"By the way, you're really good with tails." She's referring to something that Satana did to her, recently, that got her squealing. "I bring this up because I was just thinking how stupid pants are when you have one, of course. Not because I'm about to try to put my tongue inside of you."

She's deflecting. She's thinking about these new bits of information, some of which could be huge. She's probably also horny, but given the company that's almost a given.

Coming a few steps closer, she grins evilly. "Show me what you did to Saeko, to make her squirm like that?"

Well, there are worse offers.