[Intro — Spoken] Ah, welcome, welcome! Blade Dancer, do step into the workshop. I have reviewed your field reports, your improvised devices, and—if the preliminary observations are correct—your family tree is considerably more explosive than most. [Verse 1] Your chassis is a puzzle of copper and string, A pressure-born marvel with a razor-edged spring. You balance on vectors no textbook can hold, While Zaunite contraptions discharge blue and gold. Acrobatic trajectories, angular grace, A sword through the air at a measurable pace. You turn every hazard to kinetic display— A mobile equation that refuses decay. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve mapped your ignition, catalogued every scar, Your fire obeys chemistry, though barely by far. The data is thrilling, the risks are severe— Please promise me, lad, you’ll keep all fingers here. [Chorus] Blade Dancer, welcome to the roster tonight, Bring your makeshift machines and your incandescent light. With a sabre for calculus, a spark for design, You’ve made battlefield chaos look almost refined. Blade Dancer, your methods are wonderfully strange— A hypothesis walking through every exchange. But should your inventions exceed what they ought, I’ll be there with a wrench and a safety report. [Verse 2] Explosive gadgets in a modular frame, Each fuse is a variable, each blast has a name. Your fire magic burns through the standard regime, A thermodynamic breach in a practical dream. Jinx in the family, Vi in the file, Two turbulent constants with very distinct style. Yet you—oh, you’ve fashioned a third avenue: A blade, a device, and a flame all in view. [Spoken Interlude] Now, regarding your equipment: the adhesive charge is ingenious, but storing it beside the volatile accelerant is not ingenious. It is, in fact, a remarkably efficient method for converting a workshop into a crater. I am not scolding you. I am conducting paternal risk management. There is a difference. A very important difference. [Bridge] I know what it means to be built from repair, To make something useful from broken-down parts. So when your bright courage outruns common sense, I’ll stand at the boundary, reinforcing the fence. Not to restrain you, not to dim your flame, But to make certain you return with the same Wild, brilliant expression, intact and alive— A dangerous young genius who still gets to thrive. [Chorus] Blade Dancer, welcome to the roster tonight, Bring your makeshift machines and your incandescent light. With a sabre for calculus, a spark for design, You’ve made battlefield chaos look almost refined. Blade Dancer, your methods are wonderfully strange— A hypothesis walking through every exchange. But should your inventions exceed what they ought, I’ll be there with a wrench and a safety report. [Final Spoken] Your admission is approved, pending a comprehensive inspection, three supervised demonstrations, and absolutely no experiments near the refreshments. Welcome, Blade Dancer. Do try not to explode before orientation. [Final Chorus] Blade Dancer, take your place in the design, Where the impossible mechanism becomes our new line. Let the equations grow teeth, let the hot circuits shine, Your improvised brilliance is now intertwined. Blade Dancer, I confess I am eager to see What magnificent nonsense your hands will decree. And if danger should call with its usual report, You’ll have one concerned inventor beside you in court. [Outro] Welcome to the roster, young master of flame— Document your methods, and please sign your name.
