The Game Makers didn’t give me a name. They’re mean. I’m not mean, though. I’m here to help you! Don’t worry, I just Connected myself to you. You could walk away if you wanted, and then I couldn’t talk to you, but then I’d be sad. I’d move, and help someone else instead.
The metal is a little cold to the touch, and as the voice in your mind speaks, it gets a little colder and the weird reflections and refractions become darker in color. It rolls backwards a bit when you poke it, but seemingly not supernaturally. (It’s just a round thing on a flat surface. You poke it, it moves.)
The voice pipes up again. I’m a little like a Shardblade, a little like a Connection Fabriel, and a little like a Hemalurgic spike. I can give you a bunch of powers, but you’ll have to pick one. Like, if you just wanted to talk to people, like I’m doing with you, I could shrink down a little and go in your earlobe, and if you wanted to change that, you could take me out no problem. But if you wanted to teleport, like I can, you’d need to put me somewhere that was more important, and then you might die if you took me out. I get my power from the environment, mostly. That’s why I’m taking in light weirdly. But you can use other Investiture, if you need to do something big a couple times.
So yeah, tell me what you want, and if I can give it, I’ll tell you which bind point to use. I can even make it hurt less! And don’t worry, after we win, they can take me out if you don’t want me.