The Time For Scheming
[ May 14, 2026 - Thursday. ]
[ Location: Grand Tracen Academy ]
The morning sun enters through the panes of the hallway, casting a comforting light through the wooden floor, the ambience of the academy lively as always.
Tachyon conversates with Cafe, of today's usual experiments that she tries to nudge her into trying per usual; yet always shot down by the quiet, enigmatic coffee drinker. The mad scientist doesn't give up, she just simply tries again tomorrow in a methodical routine.
" But where's the fun in turning this one down? This one boosts the Gluteus Maximus for proper stability without a problem of having to focus on manuevering it yourself, and this one helps with your cardiovascular system when running -- additionally the circulation of your blood coming from your heart.. "
The scientist rambled a bit more, her voice reaching into a rapid-fire delivery of even more scientific yammerings, which clearly the person walking beside her expresses annoyance to it.
"Ahhh, you're just so consistent your refusal." Tachyon let out a dry chuckle, eventually deciding to give up her incessant bothersome offer; Let the social variable enjoy herself then, there's always another time for data-gathering.
Well, not another time. There are many opportunities to gather important data than just one mere subject, deciding to walk their own respective directions as she turns to the door infront of her-- with cafe walking away behind her and turning to a corner.
Room B40, where both Agnes Tachyon and Manhattan Cafe confide in a shared space; roommates basically.
Her shoes step on the hardwood floor, creaking in response as she passes by a large counter littered with many glass objects that she deems inefficient for now in activity.
Glancing at her desk, Tachyon sits down on the office chair; as it let out a noise in response to the sudden added weight, before her shoes kick back as it wheeled itself while spinning her seat to face the desk more properly. Pushing the closed laptop upwards and turning it on, awaiting for something interesting to happen.
Her views of this world tell that everything is interesting, very interesting to the point that she carries no shame in everything she views as a fine-specimen or object worth giving attention for examination. If she wants to look onto something of interest, she does it an with an analytical approach.
The laptop began to display several tabs that display live output of data being done in seconds, looking at the rate of something; all working under a system she created for the sake of science. But that was not of her interest right now, there was something that caught the mad scientist's interest.
Something so theoretically impossible, yet possible due to the very nature of this world that even the most improbable answers that the smartest deem there's no possible answer to it; says otherwise.
"Waging war against the Greek Pantheons?"
The scientist scoffed, baffled by the sheer idiocy and absurdity of what she's currently witnessing, seeming to have stumbled upon the recruitment poster about some war-effort to fight the Twelve Olympians. Ridiculous, foolishness, that's all there is to it.
During the middle of reading though, an idea connected within the neurons of her brain as she suddenly pursed a small grin, her laugh coming out as a small cackle; then turned into a loud theatrical laughter that echoed through the empty room.
" HAAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! "
Of course, how could she forget her own experiment that she had created with utmost success, all made from the intelligence of her magnificent scientific brain, and to think it came out so perfect without any flaws whatsoever. It was her most proudest break-through behind anything about racing, especially to this day.
Cell.
Perhaps he would want to take an interest in taking on an opponent that rivals his strength, and as means to pursue perfection, as his mother has always told him.
Outside of Grand Tracen Academy, Agnes Tachyon walks out from the two large doors that lead to the large interior of said academy; still wearing that long oversized labcoat over her purple uniform, as the sun shined brightly over the place; giving it that same friendly, and vibrant tone that makes it so lively.
She looked up at the blue sky, before raising one long sleeve of her oversized labcoat; the fabric hanging on her hand falling to reveal her fingers poised into what seemed to be a finger-snap.
"I have but one thing that will essentially spark an undying curiosity to be sated for you, my little life-form. "
She ends the sentence with a little endearing touch to it, as if she views her little experiment as more than just the result of her progress coming to fruition in success.
Maybe.. a child of her own.
SNAP!