|This piece of art shows a version of Random from Changeling the Lost.|
Oh, one thing to note. Random's internal thoughts at this point in her development follow up all speech with something like "I said" whether she said it or someone else did. I haven't really used that conceit in more recent versions but don't have as complete a representation of her thought processes as this. The modern version of Random also never really uses gender pronouns in reference to herself. Actually, within her thoughts she doesn't even use pronouns to refer to herself always calling herself "the monster". Then again, this character might be a non-binary character really, in which case I should probably alter all the pronouns here, but I'm not really sure. By default, most of my characters are female and I've only occasionally played non-binaries and I generally only realize their non-binaries sometime after the campaign is finished. An early version of Random had a maternal instinct and so was feminine, but modern version is so divorced from normal behavior that it's hard to say what she identifies as.
I am not entirely certain Random is alone in her mind. Then again, if there is another entity in her mind, I'm not entirely certain they can tell each other apart any longer and thus they might as well be one entity.
“Can you tell me anything, Dr. Carstaires?” she asked.
“What little I can glean without violating her mind,” the black man said. “And while asleep, I don’t think there is any direct ill will to anybody.”
“We’re waiting for people from the mystic arts and powers testing departments,” the Chief noted. “What did you tell the other kids?”
“That their friend was tired from the trip and needed to rest,” she answered. “It might be true…”
Inside the girl suddenly snapped awake and looked around. A moment later she’d leaped to the ceiling and started running around the room like an animal looking for a way out of a trap.
“Okay…she wakes up fast.”
“And she broadcasts loudly,” Dr. Carstaires said.
“Psychic?” Mrs. Shugendo asked.
“No, just emotional,” the Doctor noted. “Panicked. Worry.”
“Hostility?” Mrs. Shugendo asked.
“No. No aggression, either, but that doesn’t guarantee she won’t strike in fear,” the psychic noted. “The girl is feral.”
“Well, we can confirm, wall climbing,” the Chief noted watching the girl bounce around in the room. “And maybe exemplar.”
“And magic…” another voice added.
A striking Greek woman walked into the room to the window, looking inside.
“What she is trying is delicate and she is untrained. But she is working the weaves of fate, like a toddler with finger paints, but she is trying,” the woman noted. Inside the room, the girl stopped bouncing around and moved to a far corner of the room, staring defensively at the window as she crouched down. “And she can sense me apparently.”
“I don’t think we were expecting you here, Circe,” Dr. Carstaires noted. “I was expecting maybe Chulkris…”
“Yes, well I was planning to speak to Mrs. Shugendo regarding another student,” Circe noted.
“Another…you think we should take this one on?” the Chief asked.
“She is…intriguing,” the sorceress noted. “If you wish to double check my assessment, by all means do so. I’m sure Dr. Carstaires is capable.”
“I thought you had an apprentice already,” Mrs. Shugendo noted rather accusatorily.
“She’s not that intriguing,” Circe noted with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll be speaking to you later regarding how you’re handling Miss Black. You might want to find someone to calm the girl down in there and go over the application with her.”
As Circe left, inside the cell, the girl carefully padded up to the window and pressed her face against it cautiously. As she did so, her clawed hands started drawing lines down the glass.
“Would you consider it unethical to perhaps give her the suggestion to relax for a few hours, Dr. Carstaires?” the Chief asked.