Do that cool Goddess-flair thing again

Sophie: "Watch this!"

Your form sprawls out once more into the Goddess-esque amazonian tigress with which you used to convince Stacy. The Dr.'s and her assistant's eyes and mouths go wide. Doctor Jexter drops her pencil.

Dr. Jexter: "I-... Impossible!"

General: "Well I wouldn't have called you in here for nothing! I have other matters to attend to. Please treat Miss Sophie with the utmost respect. I'll be in my office - notify the guards if you need anything."

Dr. Jexter: "Will do. Thank you, general."

The general exits the building, leaving two unarmed guards posted at the door. Dr. Jexter turns her face awkwardly toward you.

Dr. Jexter: "...Sophie, was it? Sorry if I was being presumptious of you. It's just... for understandable reasons I'm sort of disinclined to believe in magic."

Sophie: "It's alright. I wouldn't have believed it myself either yesterday. Now, what sort of tests are we having?"

Dr. Jexter: "Uh... due to certain reservations I had towards my assignment, I hadn't planned anything substantial. Mostly my tests are to scientifically determine why you aren't magic. People who claim magic are usually only able to perform a single illusionary trick under specific circumstances."

Dr. Jexter looks at her dropped pencil.

Dr. Jexter: "For starters, why don't you try to levitate that pencil?"

With a tiny wiggle of your ears, the dollar-store office pen flies off from the concrete floor and jolts around the air like a Golden Snitch. Dr. Jexter attempts to write down the test results, but ends up just prodding at her clipboard amiss a writing implement. Her assistant borrows her his pen.

Dr. Jexter: "Wonderful. Next, why don't you uh... give a 'display' of your powers with those targets over there? Please give us as broadly representative of a showcase as possible."

There are a bunch of crash test dummies seated on the other side of the hall.

Sophie: "Those ol' things? Alright:"

The first dummy you burst into flames. The second dummy you turn into jello. The third dummy you tie into a knot with telekinesis. You quickly grow a tree to envelop the fourth dummy. The fifth one you turn intangible in relation to its chair - it falls through it and onto the floor. The sixth dummy you make temporarily animate: It seems to rise from its chair and look around confusedly, before grasping its throat, apparently asphyxiating and collapsing onto the floor.

You stand proudly with your arms crossed, as Dr. Jexter and her assistant look on, impressed, but lowkey frightened of the destructive power that you effortlessly wield.

Dr. Jexter: "Now, if I may ask, Sophie, why did you bother to get yourself 'verified' so? I believe it's obvious to yourself that you have magical powers."

Sophie: "What I really wanna know is: what are my powers? I've got two kinds of magic - ear magic and tail magic. Are they like, the same power actually, or is there a difference? Also I'd like to know where my powers came from."

Dr. Jexter: "Those are all good questions. I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this."

Dr. Jexter insists on taking you to the university hospital for medical assessment. After rigorous, multi-day testing, involving CT-scans, brain mapping, electricity readouts and radiation measurements, Dr. Jexter has reached a decisive conclusion:

Sophie: "What do you mean you've found nothing?!"

Dr. Jexter: "Our tests are inconclusive. Your brain activity, any type of energy or **** that we can measure... they're all commensurate to that of a baseline human. Reality simply seems to bend to your will. It astounds me, and all of my colleagues. It makes me believe that you are directly harnessing forces of nature which remain as of yet undiscovered. You would be an invaluable asset to scientific research."

Sophie: "Yea... I'm not all about that, sorry."

Dr. Jexter: "B-but Sophie, you could singlehandedly help elevate science by millenia! We could remove microplastics from the water cycle, create free energy, reverse climate change, repel solar flares and giant meteorites!"

Sophie: "I mean, I can already do all of that by myself. Can't you just like, call me or whatever when you need that stuff done?"

Dr. Jexter: "Well if you'd rather just live in peace and comfort, we could also pay you inordinate amounts of money in exchange for participating in reserach."

You spawn a gold bar onto your hand.

Sophie: "I don't think that'll be necessary."

You leave the gold bar on Dr. Jexter's table and rise up from your chair.

Sophie: "Call me!"

ENDING 53 -What's Bling to a God?-