She was livid.
She had gone over this countless times before.
"Under no circumstances are the candidates to see their own faces."
"Under no circumstances are the candidates to know their old names."
"Under no circumstances are the candidates to learn where they came from."
"Under no circumstances should the candidates learn anything about the destination until they arrive."
"Under no circumstances should a candidate be told the functions of "Anima Operantium" before they are delivered."
"Under no circumstances are the candidates to be given advice as to how they are to progress to their assigned objective before they first leave "Anima Operantium"."
"Under no circumstances are the candidates to be given "control" over any object or faculty excluding their own until they return for this first time."
"Under no circumstances should a candidate be to make contact with any solid surface that is not grey in color."
"Under no circumstance should a candidate be subjected to 'gravity' whilst in "Anima Operantium" until they are strong enough to receive it."
How many times had Storheil broken these rules? How many millions of candidates had he inadvertently ruined because he was too much of a dumbass to remember these basic rules? She could count on one hand the amount of times she had violated these rules. Although it was scarring to her every time she did (it HAS to be known she is a stickler for the rules), she prided herself on the fact that her conduct had drastically increased candidate success rate.
While the others might often accidentally ruin a candidate, it was usually a very minor case, often accidentally hinting at something or forgetting to not subject them to any gravity at all. While these would still fundamentally ruin them, the severity of it meant that they were usually able to complete their intended purpose even with the difficulty. Adding this on to the fact that this usually only happened to one in roughly a thousand she felt these slight cases of misconduct could easily be forgiven as mistakes.
Storheil on the other hand. Storheil made a blunder roughly one in every ten candidates, and it seriously strained their resources, physically, mentally, and spiritually. While he never violated the most punishing rule, "Under no circumstance should a candidate lose their life in "Anima Operantium"," she knew that was only because he was not that type of person. The other rules though, those he seemed to break on purpose. His display of his hobby almost violated 3 of the 10 rules set forth, those regarding to touching a color, control of an object, and seeing their own face. Touch a color or controlling an object are the 5th and 6th worst violations among those rules and seeing their own face is the 3rd worst violation. Any of these violations would seriously taint the candidates soul, if not kill them outright when they reach a certain point in their journey.
While it was true she had no idea that he had been taking special care to not violate the rules this time, the mere fact that there was a chance was enough to send her into a fit of rage. The only reason she had arrived in time to break the gadget and interrupt any corruption from occurring was because she thought Storheil had been gone for too long. Why the hell did Sirius thing it would be a good idea to send HIM of all people in the first place? Shouldn't he have known that this candidate in particular was indispensable to their future? He was the one with the specifications this time as well, so did he like his projects getting ruined?
"IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE FACT THAT YOU ARE THE ONLY BASTARD WHO CAN OPERATE THAT DAMN THING I WOULD HAVE KICKED YOU OUT EONS AGO!!!!" Even in her rage she was cautious not to reveal any dangerous secrets or break any rules in front of the candidate. "I'D WONDER HOW FAR MY FOOT CAN FIT UP YOUR ASS I KNOW YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT I'D STAIN MY SOCKS!!!"
At this point her uncontained rage was materializing in the form of various punches and kicks landing all over his body. His shins, abdomen, and forearms bore the brunt of the attacks as he curled up into a ball, quivering from the pain of the impact. Tanya, although half the height of Storheil packed far more power in it than her petite little body looked it should be able to. Even the candidate, who as little as he did remember knew that he could be described as a veteran soldier, was convinced that a single slap from this fair-skinned, gold haired and blue-eyed child would probably be enough to knock him out. Probably the most eerie thing about what he was seeing was a slight blue glow around her body that seemed to pulse every time she struck Storheil.