Hangar
"I'd would like to ask for your help in improving our Nachtmare," says Shizuha, inclining her head slightly toward Alice. "Rumia had a rather interesting idea for improving it, and it would fall into your realm of specialty."
Alice, for her part, can not help but notice a few things about Shizuha. There is a faint, dusty odor about her, bringing to mind forest walks and tumbling leaves. A slight chill seems to hang in the air around her, in defiance of the fiery colors she wears, but Alice cannot quite tell if it's truly colder or just an impression. Something about the way that that Shizuha pronounces her k's seems off, sounding slightly like the crackle of fall leaves being trod upon. Most striking are her eyes. In most people's eyes, one can see light reflected; sometimes even one's reflection. But in Shizuha's eyes, there is none of that. Instead, she can see what seems to be the reflections of bare trees swaying in the wind, as though they were standing in an autumnal forest. She has a feeling that if she were to look into those eyes long enough, she could see an entire wilderness.
Shizuha gestures toward Bucket Force, still looking rather dinged up from its adventure in the core. "What we would like to do is tie a particular color to each of Bucket Force's shapes. Of course, we would need your skills, or at least your instructions, to perform this. We'd like to be a permanent effect as well, I don't know how hard that would be for you."
She gives a self depreciating smile. "Seven color magic is scarcely my realm of specialty, you understand; I am familiar with only a couple of them myself."