+For me?+ The thought was soft, liquid. +Nobody has given me flowers before. Tropaeolum leonis? A charming choice. I am charmed.+

It bent down gently to take the flowers out of your hand. Its texture was soft and ethereal, almost transparent, like a fog - yet inside there was a deep pressure and strength. It didn't feel so much like a physical, solid thing as it felt like a rip in the ocean, or a strong wind; nothingness given strength. Caught up inside its depths were fast moving starlike points of light, and those were solid - where one of them brushed your fingertips you felt it soft and firm, like a squish ball.

+In return, I shall explain to you the rules of this game and my powers. My tentacles are powerful, but they are blind, and they are stupid. I may only control one directly at a time, which requires vision and concentration. All the others will follow a simple pre-programmed command, created at time of summoning, and I must dismiss and recreate to give it another. In the Arena, and in this park, I have three kinds: The first will catch and throw you towards the scoring zone, the second will catch and throw [i]away [/i]from the scoring zone, and the third will catch and restrain anything they can. The restaint is not durable; anyone with B-ranked power might struggle free with time, and A-ranked will tear through it swiftly.+

+What I desire to know is how I might communicate which is which to you in the heat of battle, should we be allied. If I am explaining, I am not summoning and I am not controlling. Simple visual effects, such as different coloured tendrils, will be quickly identified by our opponents, negating the advantage. Memorization of a pre-set map limits my flexibility. I need no assistance on the offense; my only goal here is to learn how to work with others.+