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[center] [color=LightBlue][s]When does Finn transform into a whiny brat?[/s][/color]
[color=888888]-Norika Tsukishima[/color][/center]

[color=LightBlue]“O-Oh, uh, r-right,”[/color] Norika agreed after Finn expressed his desire to assist her with the first few questions. [color=LightBlue]“A-And thank you,”[/color] she added. [color=LightBlue]“I-I really appreciate it.”[/color] Even if she still suspected her tutor of having ulterior motives, if he was making the effort to pretend to be friendly, Norika figured it wouldn’t hurt to do the same.

Starting the video, Norika noticed two things very quickly. The first was the clear enthusiasm of the “teacher”, an aspect that never seemed to fail to take at least some of the edge off of even the most boring or complex topics. The second was how the visuals made her think of starship navigation from a video game she and her brother had played. Both of these aspects helped her to look at the normally imposingly impenetrable formulas and matrices from, well, a new perspective. And that was essentially what linear transformations were, right? Changes in perspective. Despite looking different, the core aspects (straight lines and point of origin) remained the same, and Norika couldn’t help but see parallels between that fact and her own transformation into her Magical Girl form. Despite all the outward changes, she was still herself at heart. This was, admittedly, something she’d known on an intuitive level all along, but with this new reaffirmation came an incredibly pertinent question- Was this a source of weakness, or perhaps, a source of [i]strength?[/i] In any event, there was no time to ponder such things at the current moment. Soon enough, the video ended, and with its conclusion came the commencement of practical application.

[color=LightBlue]“I-I, um, I think I understand it a b-bit better, now,”[/color] Norika told Finn with a small smile. [color=LightBlue]“T-The visuals really helped a lot.”[/color]

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In a currently unoccupied classroom, Miss Maribel Whitley (or Whitley-san, since this is a Japanese school) was doing various mundane teacher things (and maybe even some not-so-mundane teacher things), while waiting for her next class (or for something of narrative importance) to arrive. However, regardless of whether she was looking out a window at the colorful autumn foliage, reviewing a lesson plan, writing on the black (or more likely [i]white[/i]) board, or even studying an ancient eldritch grimoire or observing something unnamable through a nightmare portal, the Detention Club’s faculty advisor would find her solitude interrupted by the sound of a cheerful voice…

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[color=MediumAquamarine]“Hey! Hey!”[/color] the voice greeted. [color=MediumAquamarine]“Do ya know where Stacy is?!”[/color]

Whether the Magical Woman looked up or turned around, she would find herself face-to-face with a trio of young women. The [url=https://images2.imgbox.com/f9/c3/lqE4vbp8_o.jpg]first[/url] [url=https://images2.imgbox.com/1c/74/1kDpqPNf_o.png]two[/url] looked normal enough, even if they were wearing casual clothes and not the standard school uniform, but the [url=https://images2.imgbox.com/fa/e7/BgEbvexp_o.png]third…[/url]

[color=MediumAquamarine]“The crazy cool locator dealie Doc Zinestine gave me said she was in this town, like, [i]super[/i] recently,”[/color] the first girl continued, holding up a strange looking device from which sprouted several oddly shaped antennas, glowing spheres atop coiled protrusions, and what looked like a tuning fork that crackled with tiny arcs of lightning. [color=MediumAquamarine]“And since this is the only school around here, I figured this was [i]totally[/i] where’d she be! Oh! And my name’s [i]also[/i] Stacy!”[/color] she added after a moment, giving the teacher a cheerful smile. [color=MediumAquamarine]“Nice to meet ya!”[/color]

[color=MediumAquamarine]“I’m Sammy Spectacles!”[/color] the second, glasses-wearing, girl announced, carefully adjusting said glasses. Then, leaning in close and placing a hand against the side of her face to confound lip readers, she “whispered”, [color=MediumAquamarine]“That’s my super secret secret identity name, just like that Mark Ment guy has in those comic books! Pretty cool, right?!”[/color]

[color=MediumAquamarine]“And I’m Staceella!”[/color] the final, teal-skinned girl with the star-tipped antenna growing out the top of her head declared. [color=MediumAquamarine]“We couldn’t find a good disguise for [i]me[/i], so they said I should just tell everyone I’m ‘cosplaying’,”[/color] Staceella explained, her suction cup-tipped fingers forming air quotes. [color=MediumAquamarine]“Whatever [i]that[/i] means!”[/color] she added with a happy-go-lucky giggle.

[color=MediumAquamarine]“So, yeah!”[/color] Stacy spoke up again. [color=MediumAquamarine]“Have ya, like, seen her around here lately?!”[/color]