"Trabian White Mages." Her Alma mater being widely regarded as the Hufflepuff of Gardens, she knew there would be no shortage of eager cadets with restorative magics. "Boy mages. In really tight pants and the sleeves of their robes torn off to accommodate bulging muscles and -- I'm sorry. What were we talking about?" right, right. Spells.
With a clearing of her throat Red tossed a spare jacket in Rydia's direction before motioning toward a ballistics gel bust. It only looked human with the help of a squint, and altogether more closely resembled an artist's depiction of Pupurun. Fortunately a test subject possessing slightly less than anatomically correct proportions wouldn't matter so long as the sensors inside accurately fed data into her laptop. Meanwhile, EMF readers re-purposed from the previous week's ghost train investigation would measure temperatures outside their dummy. One of these days she really ought to return that piece of equipment to its rightful owner. One of these days.
Finally she held out a very professional looking storage receptacle (actually, it was a shoe box. Shut up.) that housed three loaded bangles within. No sense asking Rydia to exhaust whatever natural stores she came equipped with. In that moment she felt a little like Professor Oak offering a trainer their choice of Pokemon. Except in this case they were all Squirtle. "What I want to do today is observe some continuous casting. Variations of Blizzard were easier to get, so I want to document what the initial temperature of each is and whether they remain constant or fluctuate in relation to the caster's mental fatigue." After plucking a pen out from behind her ear, Red gestured to a piece of costume jewelry worn around the dummy's neck. "I also want to see if spells have a lasting effect on gear. Freezing, rusting, minor explosions as a result of rapid phase transitions ..."