[Iphigenia Pavlina]

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I never thought I'd see

Leveraging as many connections as she could, Iphi was set up in a remote facility with some of the most advanced equipment. She was there because she wanted to conduct some live research on recreating the methods in which quirks operated and making support equipment for those like herself with less of a ‘traditional’ quirk. Sure, there had been plenty of research into the application of equipment to facilitate quirk usage with heroes and villains popping up over the last few decades with a wide variety of quirks, some similar to what one would expect from a comic book superhero and others swung wildly in either direction from being very mundane to completely uncontrollable. She even knew some people personally who were actively researching the potential to extract the quirk factor to see if it could be applied to other people or even inanimate things! Truly fascinating stuff.

The idea to conduct this study in this originated from a question posed by a student in a class she was subbing. ‘Why can’t we make gear that could work like our quirks?” It was truly one of the few times in recent years she was completely caught off guard, having spent a long time sorting through the well of a brain she had for either an example or any studies actively being conducted before ultimately coming up with nothing. Even though she likely hadn’t been the only person to ever think of this she did have the means to put it into practice. So through a combination of the school's network and navigating the hero network she put a word out

Looking for willing test subjects to demonstrate and explain the functions of their quirk in a controlled environment.

At the predetermined place deep in the heart of Tokyo, she waited in the control room for anyone who chose to accept this offer, sitting at a console in front of a glass window where the person, once they entered the room and greeted her, would end up to conduct the tests.

This next appointment she had didn't come from UAU or even from the network that connected heroes. This came in through the private channel, the one she had created to protect the anonymity of some of the vigilantes she had offered this research potential as well. This individual didn't give any other information besides a general desire to participate, which was...questionable in nature. However, she was willing to take a gamble for valuable data and she knew that being in such a high-tech facility someone would have to be real stupid. Just in case she had some of the staff on standby in case things got rowdy.

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This was a rare occasion indeed, for everyone involved. The reclusive mutant usually wasn’t so forthcoming with information about her quirk, and enjoyed keeping those secrets to herself. Discretion was how she managed to keep a low profile living a clandestine life. On the other hand, this opportunity allowed her a chance to interact with a UA University staff member under somewhat peaceful circumstances. Learning anything extra about her quirk would also be a nice cherry on top of this tantalizing treat.

‘Amaya’ would be her throw away name for the day. To further conceal her identity she made sure to wear baggy clothes; black mens cargo pants and a hoodie. Thin black leather gloves covered her hands to protect her fingerprints. Her cat tail was wrapped loosely around her waist beneath the hoodie, and she hid her ears by keeping her hood up and pulled down low over her head. It wasn’t until she reached the facility did she finally put on a ski mask before entering, though. All that left was a small oval of visibility over her face, leaving her golden eyes unimpeded. The hood went back over the mask as she finally went inside.

By all means, she completely looked the part of someone with ill intentions and secrets to hide.

Despite that she casually waved at any cameras she saw along the way, and even left a small gold coin behind for the staff at the front desk. It had taken no small amount of reassurances that Amaya was only here to see Ms. Pavlina to get past them, and the mutant could feel their eyes on her back as she left them behind. Oh well, not like they’d remember the exchange once she was around the corner. Shortly after she entered the room with the large glass window dividing it in two.

Amaya hesitated a moment as her eyes flitted about the room. From her position near the doorway there didn’t seem to be anything immediately threatening, and soon her gaze fell upon the researcher herself. Her gloved hand pushed the door shut as she ventured further into the room.

“Ms. Pavlina, a fine setup you have here. Does the University help fund your research?” In an unhurried pace Amaya walked up to the glass window separating the two. Experimentally she put a palm against the transparent surface, eyeing her own hand as if expecting something to happen. “I’m Amaya. Thank you for seeing me. If you need me to repeat myself, don’t worry. I get that a lot,” she said as she turned her gaze back to Iphigenia eyes alive with a keen curiosity, as if Amaya were the one conducting the experiment.

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Iphigenia Pavlina

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It was pretty standard procedure at this point that the front desk would notify Iphi whenever another volunteer would show up. They had done so without fail for the last few with an emphasis on the urgency of this request especially when it came to those who weren't UAU students or fellow Pros. Mostly a safety concern as the building was occupied by not just her, she was just renting out the space for her project. It may have been a highly secure building, but you could never quite account for the variety of quirks that one could have to circumvent this.

Her intercom buzzed initially with the receptionist and when she picked up she was surprised to have them remark that they didn't remember why they buzzed her, to begin with. Odd. She would go back to her paperwork compiling the data she had collected from other test subjects. She would continue to do so until a voice broke the silence and she looked up and was greeted with 'Amaya' on the opposite side of the wall from her. Her expression would remain stoic as she inspected the young woman, making mental notes about her appearance in order to make a "file" for her in her mental vault. "Amaya, it's a pleasure" she gave a soft smile watching intently for any body language that would hint towards aggression "If you wouldn't mind putting on the headpiece and wrist wraps that are behind you. These are to monitor your vitals and brain activity during the test." she would then break eye contact for the first time and then a completely unfamiliar feeling would wash over her. She had...forgotten? Her quirk succeeded in bringing this information back to her like a computer would have backup files, but her active memory had failed. She had an incredulous look at her face as she looked up at Amaya once again. "So, tell me about your quirk. Its name, how it works anything you can provide would be extremely helpful!"

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HIDE ALL YOUR PRECIOUS THINGS

don’t let anyone

INTO YOUR MIND

mhm, the things we hide

The greeting was polite enough, but Amaya couldn't help but notice the other woman's studious gaze. As expected she supposed from a University level researcher. Her hand slid away from the large window as she turned to look at the objects Iphigenia pointed out to her. The headpiece looked cumbersome, and undoubtedly would be ineffective if she left her ski mask on.

"Of course, Ms. Pavlina," answered the mutant cooperatively.

Amaya put on the wrist straps first before removing her mask to put on the headpiece as well. She kept her hood pulled down low, though; it continued to block everything above the woman's eyes. It was when she was adjusting her hood that she caught that momentary break in eye contact. A knowing smile smoothly crept across her lips like a cat prowling familiar territory. However, once the conversation resumed itself as if nothing had happened, it was Amaya's turn to blink in genuine surprise. So used to being forgotten so quickly, Amaya wasn't sure if she had heard Iphigenia correctly at first.

"My.. quirk?" Her words were uncertain at first as she tilted her head inquisitively to the side. "No, that's.."

Amaya stared down at the devices wrapped around her wrists in vague suspicion. If anything they were reading the fight or flight response to her being caught in an unexpected situation, but the mutant wondered if they were quirk dampeners of some kind. She was quick to look back up at the researcher and regain her composure, but there was a measured appearance of skepticism on her expression. That had to have been a fluke of some kind.

"Right, my quirk: Observation. Well, simply put, if you lose sight of me, you'll forget you saw me. If this is being recorded, you'll understand perfectly fine later." Amaya nodded towards Iphigenia next, the wariness still fresh in her own eyes. "Go ahead; tell me what my quirk is while turning around in a circle."

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Obscured from vision slightly Iphi had an equally mischevious smile on her face. It seemed that whatever Amaya was doing was interfering with her own quirk. She had never forgotten anything in her entire life not even for a single moment. As long as she was alive she could tell the full details of any day from her own perspective, from weather to even the people she was around that day. Her eyes darted down to the display that would show Amaya's vitals and there definitely was some sort of correlation between Iphi suddenly forgetting and the woman's appearance. She cupped her chin with her hands as she watched the classic spikes of adrenaline from what she presumed was the fight-or-flight response. Curiouser and Curiouser.

Amaya's reaction to her own effect on Iphi clearly meant that they were both in completely new territory. Truly a delightful experience even if it was a little unsettling. Quirks tended to have a Rock Paper Scissors way of interacting with each other and you never knew if someone or something was your 'natural enemy'. After she had regained her composure Amaya further explained what her quirk was ultimately confirming her hypothesis from earlier. Amaya was even bold enough to challenge her on this fact, likely picking up on Iphi's confusion from earlier when she wasn't able to recall for a brief moment despite her own namesake.

Interesting.

This wasn't even for research at this point it was instead to indulge her own curiosity while simultaneously engaging Amaya in a metaphorical duel. Who had the stronger quirk? Would her infallible memory or Amaya's memory suppression come out on top? With a slight smile, Iphi spoke up "Sure. Observation, yes?" she would confirm what Amaya had said aloud before turning completely in her seat and-

Again would forget.

Her mind soon brought the backups of this information she had just learned and with a smirk that Amaya couldn't see she would speak up loud enough for her to hear her "Observation. If I lose sight of you, I'll forget I saw you. It is being recorded but I'll remember regardless" relaxing into a more neutral expression she would turn around clipboard and hand immediately looking back at Amaya's vitals to see if the same spike happened as before. "Do you have anything else accompanying this that plays into your quirk?" a very very interesting subject had landed right into her lap.

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HIDE ALL YOUR PRECIOUS THINGS

don’t let anyone

INTO YOUR MIND

mhm, the things we hide

So the good researcher was willing to humor the request. Good. Well practiced breathing exercises helped her get a grip over herself. No doubt Iphigenia’s equipment would notice the conscious breathing, subtle as the pattern was, but the familiar exertion still did its job in helping the mutant focus and seem outwardly calm.

Yet, despite her tranquil visage, dread of the unknown silently took its hold on her as the red haired woman was able to rise to the occasion once more. Instinct told her to withdraw again as Iphigenia turned back to face her. The whole, business-as-usual manner in which Ms. Pavlina carried herself with, and the entire unfamiliarity with this uncanny situation, was slowly causing the hairs on the back of Amaya’s neck to rise for a few seconds.

The calculated breathing exercises continued.

“I have a very forgettable face, Ms. Pavlina. Under normal circumstances no one remembers me. You are not normal, nor are you a nobody, though; your memory is very sharp. I only have one more trick in my box, and I’ll need something just as sharp to see if you’re the real deal.”

From one of the pockets on her cargo pants Amaya pulled out a folding pocket knife. She then moved behind the table the wrist straps and headpiece had been left on, still facing Iphigenia so their mutual experiment could continue. Her left hand was laid palm down atop the table as Amaya’s other hand flicked the blade of her knife out from its handle. Her calm facade finally broke after the knife raised up and came down hard.

Amaya grimaced from the flood of pain, but she didn’t cry out. She had severed her index finger, glove and all, at its middle joint. The grisly evidence was left on the table as the mutant clasped and clamped down on her injury. Her breathing exercises took a little longer to reel back in some composure this time, and there was a hint of frustration in her pointed gaze towards Iphigenia.

“If you wouldn’t mind… Could you turn around once more? Tell me what.. what finger I cut off.”

If Iphigenia wasn’t cheating Amaya, her finger would heal itself and she could stop trying to tourniquet her injury with her remaining fingers. If Iphigenia was somehow still keeping an eye on Amaya however, this test would prove that. Either way, she'd leave the severed digit and the bloody knife on the table for now.

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From her quick scan of the vitals it was clear that the spikes were consistent with their little game of cat and mouse. Amaya was uncomfortable with the idea that her quirk didn't work on Iphi and the feeling was mutual. It was very jarring to have a specific idea that affects your entire life be challenged so abruptly. Iphi had never forgotten anything even for a moment and she was sure Amaya had the same experience with no one ever truly being able to remember her. She listened to Amaya with growing concern as her vital had stabilized but there seemed to be a build-up of adrenaline in the brain before...

Excuse me?


Just like that Amaya cut her finger off blood spilling everywhere and Iphi shot up. She didn't even hear what Amaya had said next as she slammed a button on the console opening up communications with the support staff "I need the med team NOW." she shouted moving towards the door separating the two "What were you thinking?" she would take Amaya's hand to inspect the damage being moved out of the way shortly after for the med staff to reapply Amaya's finger. "This study is over. Once you are healed please take your leave." her golden eyes narrowed glowing more brightly than usual. There was being reckless and then there was being crazy. Amaya was the latter.

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HIDE ALL YOUR PRECIOUS THINGS

don’t let anyone

INTO YOUR MIND

mhm, the things we hide

Whatever feeling of control Amaya felt she had over the situation immediately dissipated when Iphigenia demanded for medical assistance. Genuine surprise flickered over her expression as she watched the researcher remove herself from isolation, and for a moment Amaya looked as if she might protest at the sudden interruption.

'What was she thinking?'

Again she opened her mouth, about to say something, but she stopped herself before she could make a noise. Golden eyes somberly looked down as realization numbed her harder than her body's own shock response to her self inflicted injury. She didn't resist as Iphigenia took her hand. In fact, she wanted the other woman to get a good look at it.

"I was thinking," she started softly, "..that maybe I've become too comfortable with my quirk. That being remembered, isn't supposed to feel scary. I just needed to know if it was real."

Once the medical team arrived Amaya fully ignored them, holding up her good hand in a silent gesture to keep them at bay. She removed the monitoring devices from her wrists first and set them on the table. Next she pulled her hood back and took off the headpiece. The action left her feline ears exposed, revealing their folded back posture reflecting her fouled mood.

In the past she had taken advantage of her powerful healing abilities before. To escape capture during clandestine jobs, for the most part. Jumping down from a three story building, for example. They were always a few scant moments of agony. This shame she felt right now though seemed to hurt more; did she really need that kind of validation from strangers? She thought she had overcome such childish needs long ago.

'Hmm, this is what I get for going out during the daytime.'

Again she had to ward off the medics before she could leave. She forced a polite smile and waved both hands in front of herself, ears perking up as she backed away towards the exit, and then left the room. Her footsteps continued out of sight for several beats before abruptly stopping. They then came back. Amaya returned into view, stepping into the room with a conflicted expression.

"Right, sorry. There's already enough to clean up, so let me take care of that."

With her 'good hand' she pulled her hood back up over her head as she walked to the table where her severed finger sat. Her other hand reached out to carefully pluck the removed digit from the pool of blood, pinching it between her thumb and index finger. The glove on that hand was still missing fabric for the index finger, despite the finger itself being there and attached for all to see.

Saying nothing more the woman left the room again, and signed out of her appointment at the front desk under the name of 'Schrodinger.'

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