"One two ninety-six hundred and one. One two ninety-six hundred and two. One two ninety-six hundred and three. One two ninety-six hundred and four. One two ninety-six hundred and five…"
Aestia Creed laid on her cell's cot, mentally counting how long she had been in this cell - excluding the time spent on her physical examination. She had been here since her left arm changed back into that strange black metal and saved her team from a Demon-level Wraith. While she was happy that she had been able to save her friends, she was rather put out with how the Company higher-ups reacted to the revelation of her metal arm.
Huh. She only really noticed now in this cell of hers that she had stopped thinking of it as a replacement at some point and saw it as her proper arm. Weird. She should be more freaked out about the whole thing really but she felt rather calm about it. No need to get all stressed out about her awesome black steel arm. Oh wait, Ebon Steel arm. That was what Ebon had called it.
Still, she was getting kinda bored in this isolation cell. To be honest, if she used her arm, she could probably break through the barriers that made up the walls of this place. Although she would then need to figure out how to bypass the magic suppression field though. The fact that her arm wasn't affected by the field was a clue but for now, she was content with waiting.
Last she heard, her friends were going to get Ebon to come and clear things up. Hopefully, when that was done, everything will go back to normal.
"One two ninety-six hundred and ninety-seven. One two ninety-six hundred and ninety-eight..."
Well, until then, she'll just continue counting down the seconds.
....
"What the hell is she?!"
"Well according to the scanners...she's still...well, human. Mostly."
"Don't give me that cheek! You know full well that after what she did, she can't possibly be human! Run the scans again! At level five sensitivity and - wait, mostly?"
"I was getting to that, your ladyship. Miss Creed is human as far as the scanners are concerned. However, she's been enhanced - both physically and mentally."
"...Explain."
"Very well then, give me a moment...Here we go. Now as you should already know, my manipulating the magic in our body, we can enhance our physical capabilities while we are transformed. However, this enhancement has always been temporary with very little permanent changes. Despite our own research, we have yet to find a way to safely enhance a magical girl permanently without negative side effects."
"I am fully aware of that. Eurgh, I still can't eat steak without remembering what happened to Georgia."
"Yes. Now after we examined Miss Creed's body for any peculiarities, we discovered some very interesting things. We've found that her bodily functions have somehow been enhanced to the pinnacle of human conditioning.
"...What."
"Peak human condition. Strength, speed, senses, agility, durability, stamina, dexterity, reflexes - everything. Even intelligence! She also now has an accelerated healing factor as well. Any ailments and physical and genetic imperfections have been healed. As far as I'm concerned, she's the perfect specimen of human development and conditioning - just without any noticeable changes in her appearance."
"H-How did everyone miss something like this?!"
"Well, I theorise that her transformation from a baseline human being into her current "peak" human state occurred over the course of several weeks."
"...And that...arm. It's the source of this change?"
"Hmm, yes...Logically it would appear to be the case but…"
"But?"
"Our scanners have not been able to detect its existence. Whatever the material the arm is made from, it either has some kind of enchantment that prevents it from being detected or our scanners are simply not advanced enough to detect it at all."
"T-That's ridiculous. Nothing? What about the Tainted's blood? Surely there's something in there!"
"Again, nothing. No unknown magic, chemical or even foreign objects could be found in Miss Creed's body. And we are quite sure that she isn't a Tainted. The only thing that we know is that an independent mage who calls themselves Ebon is the one who created the arm."
"But she absorbed enough dark Emotica to make an entire company of Magical Girls fall and yet she has shown no signs of falling herself! She has to be a Witch or Darkbreed!"
"While I understand your concerns, Miss Creed has shown absolutely no sign of corruption. Though you just reminded me of something that might be of interest."
"Well? What is it then?"
"Okay, these are the charts monitoring her emotional state since imprisonment. Do you notice anything unusual about them?"
"...She's calm….Too calm."
"Correct. For all intent and purposes, it is as if she had a Zen monk's mind. Usually, most who have been quarantined are usually in a state of high stress and anxiety. Miss Creed has demonstrated no sign of such. That's not to say that she has stopped experiencing such. Rather, it's as if something is removing nearly all negative emotions before they become noticeable."
"...The arm."
"It is the most likely cause."
"....What's the status on making contact with this...Ebon?"
"Still a work in progress. Agents have been deployed to the location that Miss Creed gave us but there has been no sign of Ebon's presence. Diviners are also having much difficulty in trying to detect his presence on the material plane.
"Very well. Continue observation and the search. Maintain level 4 alert until further notice."
"Your Ladyship?"
"Until we've uncovered Ebon's true motives and the full nature of what has happened to one of our own, be prepared to terminate Miss Creed should anything abnormal and tainted occurs."
"Understood your ladyship."
"Now then, shall we have some afternoon tea? I believe that Madeleine has found a new patisserie and I can't wait to try out their cakes!"
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AN: Hey, still alive. Just been busy with Uni. And cleaning the rust on my muse's writing utensil. Been working on and off a thing where Clone Jacob ends up in RWBY. I might post it as a sidestory, maybe. Also Aestia rolled a bunch of crtis in the background rolls in regards to her adaption to her arm.