[center][h1][color=ec008c]Ira Riese:[/color]
[color=dodgerblue]PRT HQ[/color][/h1][/center]
The seconds dragged on as Ira waited for a response. When he finally spoke he seemed preoccupied, though his response was helpful. She turned off her earpiece completely, and carefully stood up. She walked around the chair, and out of the room. She ignored the various people walking about, and anyone who attempted to talk to her. She dragged her mind away from nothing, and instead considered Tulpa. Her power was versatile, amazing for recon, and apparently combat as well. It could even be used to directly solve problems, such as the bomb collars. That analysis aspect was very interesting, and if they were collaborating then Ira could definitely ascertain more information.

Ira came back to reality in her workshop, and looked around the familiar space. A thick wood top workshop sat in the corner to her left, the drawers labeled neatly with their contents. Everything was perfectly organized in the room, with even the small TV perfectly level. She sat down at her workbench, pulling a small radio in front of her. She turned the transistor on, and adjusted the volume to a steady background hum. Ira stood up, and moved past a large red button affixed on the wall. She curiously inspected an exposed circuit board, trying to remind herself what she had been doing. 

Her vision shifted, the kaleidoscope resolving itself into a clear picture again. She walked back to her desk, removing a soldering iron from the drawer, before moving back across the room to plug it in. As she waited for it to warm up, she considered the next step in the project. Her power activated again, showing her vaguely what she had to do to achieve her goal. Ira picked up the iron, and began connecting the loose wires. She went back to her desk and picked out a completed circuit board as well as a small motor. She returned to the first circuit board, and connected the two using the solder. She carefully positioning the motor behind the first board, before putting down the solder, and pressing the button. The light above flickered momentarily as a steady hum filled the air. She glanced around, confused, before her vision shifted again. It wasn't going to affect Tinkers, that was. . . Odd. Useful, but still the exception seemed awfully arbitrary. Her power didn't offer an explanation.

Now that she knew how to build this, she could definitely show someone in the PRT who could put it to good use. Dangerous incarcerated parahumans could be transported without fear of them using their powers, the birdcage didn't have to be the be all end all! Ira smiled, feeling accomplished. She would just have to build a couple more of the prototype, and refine the creation in the process. As Ira moved to grab another circuit board, the motor that had been humming away suddenly came to a screeching halt. Ira mumbled an uncharacteristic curse under her breath.