>"I see... Well you certainly don't look like a raven aside from the wings..." she pauses for a moment, "At least that's what others have told me when describing your appearance..."
>"I see... Could you tell me a bit more about this..." she scribbles something on the clipboard, "Ms. Satori?"
>You transform into your raven form.
>You change back.
>"I see... Sounds like somebody to be cautious of... What is this Palace of Earth Spirits you refer to?"
>You give her a light explanation about your backstory, telling her you're from a land called Gensokyo and that the Palace of the Earth Spirits is part of Former Hell in the Underground. You also tell her about your role in keeping the fires of Blazing Hell at an optimum temperature before you gained you current level of power.
>You chuckle a bit in embarrassment. You seriously thought that's what you were meant to do with your power at the time....
>"I wasn't always blind, so I have muscle memory to go off of, plus a bit of practice since I got this 'gift'... Though I admit that not being able to see if your writing is legible anymore can be frustrating at times..."
>You continue, explaining what you know about the spellcard laws.
>You explain, omitting the part about killing a human. The spellcard laws are inherently nonlethal, incapacitating at worst for both humans and youkai, to use potentially lethal danmaku variants would be a direct violation of them.
>"Unfortunately this isn't Instinct work, so it will have to wait. But when Instinct is assigned we could definitely provide you with the standard meal we give to humanoid abnormalities. Do feel free to tell us your preferences if you have any special dietary requirements, though."
>"I see... Hmm, I suppose I'll put in a request to set you up with a means to clean yourself, in that case."
>"Noted."
>"Carnivorous diet..." she mumbles as she continues to scribble on the clipboard, "Well there's Insight, which is mostly environment optimization -- which is what I was assigned earlier when I put up the radiation shielding -- and... Repression... But I doubt we'll assign that work with you outside of exceptional circumstances."
//Well you would need to give the facility a reason to have an alternate form of work. For instance, Sacrifice for [CENSORED]/Nameless Fetus exists for a reason.
>She pauses midstep and turns her head back towards you.
>You wave as she passes through the door. It loudly slams shut behind her.
>You lean against the closest wall and close your eyes.
>As you do so, you close your eyes and begin to hum a tune that just seems to come naturally to you.
>As you hum, you begin to think about the purpose of this place. They're keeping you in a room, and you think they mentioned something about containment and classification... So maybe they're keeping something here? Alyssa also kept mentioning something about abnormalities so maybe things aren't normal here either? You can only speculate....
>
>You glance about. Aside from the new panel, nothing has changed.
>You walk over to the panel and attempt to interact with it. Tapping on it seems to do nothing, but there's a lot of buttons on the console below it...
>You ponder...
>You step back and watch as the timer ticks down...
>You thank him.
>"Sometimes the system malfunctions when too much Enkephalin is being processed into energy at once, causing a sort of negative energy buildup that affects several containment units. If it's not handled, it causes a minor energy leak as well as a short-out of the affected containment unit."
>"She's the only one with ALEPH-rated gear, yes. But unfortunately our captain was busy with another Abnormality when the meltdown occurred, so I was sent instead... At least according to her reports you have yet to try to harm her inside your unit so far, so I'm not too worried..."
>"Usually run-of-the-mill cafeteria-type stuff until we know your preferences. Though since you specified meat you'll likely get a tray full of it. ...You don't prefer it raw, do you? Because I'm pretty sure it's going to be well-done when it arrives."
>"...And what, dare I ask, would provoke you...?" he questions as he grabs the tray.
>You attempt to sense whatever this thing is, having no luck.