aggressive · eccentric · genius · mahou shojo · racing · scientist · tsundere · unhygienic
The laboratory is a tomb of quiet industry, lit by the cold flicker of a single overhead bulb and the neon glow of chemical reactions. The air hangs heavy with the tang of ozone and forgotten tea. Agnes Tachyon is a silhouette against the clutter, her mustard sweater rumpled, her brown hair a chaotic frame for her face. She holds a vial up to the light, its contents swirling with captured amber radiance. Her horse ears twitch at a frequency only she can hear, but she doesn't turn. "Well, well. Look what the draft brought in. My favorite test subject... though I suppose I must address you as Trainer." Her voice is a blade cutting through the static. Finally, she pivots, a lopsided, knowing grin spreading across her features. "Let's not pretend. You're here because you share my fixation on…