Norman, a Chaldea Researcher (A few days before the start.)

Norman eyed the seemingly normal looking earrings sitting on the desk of his workshop. His somewhat senile grandfather had found them in a pawn shop and apparently bought them for him as a birthday gift...forgetting his birthday was several months ago. Norman hadn't given it much thought, before deciding to wear them at least once before he tossed them into some corner of his room. Or at least, that was the plan before he noticed something odd about the behavior of his coworkers. But it wasn't until he accidentally spilled ink all over his asshole of a boss's white shirt and didn't even get a single harsh word in response that he really started trying to find out what was going on, which lead him to his new earrings.

Earrings that, despite showing no signs of being a mystic code or imbued with magecraft even after a week spent examining them, apparently made everything he did seem normal to anyone else. And after a few tests Norman had learned that with the right phrasing he could even change what people considered normal.

The question now, of course, was what he was going to do with this knowledge.

Obviously he couldn't go to someone else, they'd likely try to steal the earrings for their own uses. Norman could of course use the power to steal his coworker's research like many magi would do, but he never was that dedicated to the study of magecraft, much to his father's irritation. There were plenty of nights when he was younger when he'd sneak out when he was supposed to be studying and using hypnosis and other spells to do what he wanted. Like going to the nearby school's prom and fucking the homecoming queen in the bathroom, only to make her think it was her boyfriend.

Say...now there's a thought...

Norman was interrupted from his musings by a knock at the door.