The Testing Lab

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This is an attempt to recreate Mat's nifty character post I saw in spellbook.
Why yes, I am a style thief, glad you could notice that

I am in fact, quite shameless about it.

Let's fucking go, man.

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Lady Darja Beattie. The story the star told was dull, of a lady born into an established aristocracy, who had failed to develop any magic like her father, but who managed to be charming enough to remain important in her family despite being the second daughter, and third child overall. With a sigh, Asteria sent it floating away, disappointed in how lack luster the girl’s life had seemed.
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It had been easy finding the Highroad Symphony Orchestra House. Asteria had thought it would have been more trouble, given she had just arrived there. Instead, she had just followed one of the brightest stars in the Upper Ward until she had arrived at its doors. (Of course, this would become an issue on her way back- but that was for later.) Even now, as she looked up above the building, it hung there gleaming bright gold, and she found herself reaching up to pull it down. It floated down, twisting above her hand and casting prisms of light across the ground.
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Right then, she didn’t have time to look at it. Instead, she anchored it to her “chain” alongside the other star she had found, to be examined when she had a moment. She drifted up the steps, taking in the building with dreamy eyes. Large, beautiful, and as ornate as the rest of the upper ward had been. Even the doors, carved with fine lines, looked far more expensive than the Inn she had found to stay at two days prior. For being so large, they swung open with surprisingly little effort, allowing the woman to make her way inside.
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“Hello, miss! Are you here to audition, or might I help you in some way? I see that you have an instrument with you, so I assume you’re here for the audition.” Asteria had barely been able to take in the building when a cheerful halfling man appeared at her side. Even at her abysmal height, she was still, thankfully, taller than him.
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“Oh, yes. I am. Second violin. Are you the dirigent of the orchestra?” She offered no other information, nor did she attempt to shake his hand or make eye contact. Instead, she had started to slowly make her way down the entry hall, taking in the foreign architecture and tugging her pair of stars along.
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“My, what a fancy term! I am the chief conductor, although I won’t be the one confirming your position today.” Giving just a bit of her attention to the man, Asteria pulled the golden star forward and looked at it, contemplating flipping it over then. She would have to wait for her turn, after all. So maybe there wouldn’t be any harm… Wait, the halfling was speaking to her.
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“Oh, really? Who will I have the honor to be performing for today?” She murmured the words, barely focusing on the conversation. Not now. Later. I’ll see who you are later. You’re too bright to look at before I have to play. She let the star go, and it fell back into it’s place, trailing after her.
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If the halfling conductor had noticed her strange behavior, he said nothing of it to her. “His name is Alaric Byrne-Moreau. The position you are auditioning for is for a project of his- oh, I hate to say this. Don’t take it too personally if he rejects you. He’s quite particular with the people he picks.”
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For the first time since arriving in the city, Asteria’s eyes seemed to focus. Her smile shifted, her eyes widening as she smiled down at the man, holding his gaze as she replied, “Oh, how lovely. I do love a challenge.”
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If the sudden glow of white blue in her irises surprised the conductor, he didn’t show it.
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The two continued to walk, making their way into the main auditorium of the symphony house. From there, The conductor bid her goodbye and made his way off down the walkway. Asteria made her way slowly, swaying slightly, down to the front few rows where several others were preparing their instruments. This wasn’t something that she would have to do- she had prepared everything this morning, and only needed to apply the resin to her bow when it was her turn to begin.
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So instead, she found a chair in the third row, near the walkway, and sat down to wait. Her long skirt rustled as she crossed her legs at the knee to balance her violin case in her lap. Now, I may have enough time to look at one… just one. Oh, I wish it could be you, golden star. You shine so brightly. I would love to see the face of your owner. Their life must be such a story.
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While all lives were stories, some, Asteria had found, were simply more full than others. Some people spent their lives waking up every morning, working, and did very little else. Others, whose stars burned so brightly that she thought she might go blind from their shine, did so much more. Casters who traveled the world and saved small, far off villages. Knights of gods who may or may not exist who defended whatever they believed to be righteous and true. Sometimes, she even found stars of people who committed atrocities, who caused pain and suffering wherever they went. Not everyone was good, after all.
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The brighter the star, the more likely the story it told, the life the owner had lived, was full of greatness, one way or another. This golden star wasn’t the brightest she’d ever held, but it was certainly brighter than almost everyone else’s.
As much as she wanted to turn it, to view the life it held, she didn't. Once again, she tucked it away, this time with an undeniably audible sigh. Instead, she flipped open her violin case and began to don her gloves.
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Name: Elizabeth Pepper Krasniqi

Anomalous Designation: ACF-7823-A "Peppers"

Rank: A-Class-C field researcher

Locations: L-14, Field Work

Age: 25 y/o.

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Green

Height: 1.49 m

Weight: 44.5 kg

Hobbies: Sewing, watching horror movies, and going to concerts


Elizabeth Krasniqi was discovered at the age of five in [REDACTED], California. Her parents reported her missing and she seemingly disappeared for three days, only to reappear right in front of her parent's eyes. This happened once more before an undercover agent reported the anomaly. Agents were dispatched to examine first the location, then the child herself. Upon noticing extremely high levels of [REDACTED], they determined that the anomaly was the child herself. She was taken into custody under the pretense of [REDACTED]. While her parents initially put up a fight, once they were adequately compensated they agreed to visitations only.

Initial testing assumed that Elizabeth was popping in and out of reality at a consistent spot. This was quickly proven incorrect as the child began to pop in and out of reality all across the facilities. Attempts to contain her failed miserably. Multiple containment procedures were attempted, but it was soon determined that it was unnecessary for her to be contained, as she willingly stayed in the facilities with the researchers, who she bonded with. Further testing was deemed necessary. Attaching cameras to her proved to be futile, as the only footage that they recorded was of a black space with a strong interfering sound.

In a stroke of brilliance, researcher Kallie strapped a GPS onto Elizabeth’s wrist for a week. From there, they were able to determine that she was traveling in some liminal space between points A and B. The child herself was unable to explain for many years how and what she was doing.

At age fifteen, Elizabeth was reassessed. At this point in time, she had begun to show great promise with her ability. After years of training and instructions, she had mastered what we have decided to call “walking” between point A and point B through her dimensional rifts in a fraction of the time it takes to physically walk there. Distance seems to be irrelevant, though it is noted that she seemed far more strained when transporting objects of three times her own weight. After testing, it had been determined that she could also lead others through ACF-7823-B.

It is important to note that no one is to accompany Elizabeth without a blindfold. Researcher [REDACTED] was the first to attempt to accompany her on a “walk”. It took them two days to return, at which time the researcher immediately put in a request for leave and began to see the in-house therapist and psychiatrist. She requested a transfer of locations. Although it took them nearly a month to discuss the events that transpired, Elizabeth had no problem explaining. “She got scared by one of the shadows and let go of my hand. It’s really dark, so it took me a while to find her again. I don’t think the shadows like outsiders, so it’s not good to get lost.”

Elizabeth appears to be unaware of where she goes, or how she goes there, but she can control it and therefore may prove useful in the future.

Addendum: Elizabeth has joined the Field Research Division, so we have conducted another evaluation. In the decade since the prior evaluations, several things have become more evident, which will be listed below.

Elizabeth has an internal map that allows her to go anywhere she pleases. Exp; when asked to travel to a particular city in a country she has never been to, she can find her way there nearly instantaneously. When asked to prove an explanation of how she does this, she shrugs and insists, “I just know. I never get lost.”

No amount of containment can prevent Elizabeth from going where she pleases. She willingly chooses to stay as she has developed deep, familiar attachments to the Field and Home Research Teams. She poses no threat, so we have given her much leeway, including the recent promotion to A-Class-C.

Over the last decade, through extensive training, Elizabeth has mastered several new techniques. She can now use quick successions of her dimensional rifts, the transportation of items touched but not traveled with (or simply dropping them into ACF-7823-B for future pick up), and the successful transportation of up to five people. She can now carry up to five times her own weight before experiencing strain.

As is protocol, she does have containment rules. She is designated Class Household. She is in no way allowed to be near any anomaly higher than Risky. After an incident where a Leviathan asked her to take it for a walk and she nearly unlocked its containment room, she has been banned from operating anywhere near them. She has no sense of self-preservation, so she must be accompanied by another researcher at all times. She may be used for the transportation of properly sealed and contained anomalies.








ACF-7823-B, code name “Dark Dimension”, is the dimension that ACF-7823-A uses for travel. Extensive research has been done on it by researcher Kallie Hopper. Although no imagery of it other than “Peppers’” sketches exist, other readings and examinations have been successful. The dimension is completely disconnected from our own, as the GPS stops functioning when inside it. It appears to have oxygen of a higher content than our own atmosphere according to readings. According to “Peppers”, or ACF-7823-A, the dimension is inhabited by shadowy shapes of varying shapes and sizes. They “talk” to her, but anyone who accompanies her reports guttural screaming and ear-piercing frequencies. According to “Peppers”, there is another being attached to the “Dark Dimension” by the name of [REDACTED], and the shadows have discouraged her from ever leaving her “paths.” Much is still unknown about the dimension, but as it seems to be isolated from our reality with no way of breaking through, we currently classify it as Class Household.


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DATE: 8/11/18
LOCATION: L-14
ASSETS: ACF-7823-A, ACF-9001 “Uncookable”
EQUIPMENT: Two notepads, two ballpoint pens, a lighter, a toaster, a hot plate, a skillet, and a tabletop grill
PURPOSE: Testing of a newly acquired anomaly.
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