#only ever pay attention to the cog function explanation

[painom]

I don't know if you know any knowledge about mbti but what do you think of ayato's mbti really is?? I've seen people at the pdb debating if he's intj or entj

I'm answering this in bed right now because I saw this and it got me thinking. I'm going to go into cognitive functions here, so hopefully you can follow me with this typing.

tl;dr I think he's an enfj. But the explanation is down below. ((Thank you for the ask!!))

If you ask me personally what type he is, I'd actually say he's neither an entj or an intj. I'd say he's an enfj. To which someone would reply, "But their inf-ti! How can that be? Ayato is smart." It's a common misconception that "inferior" means you don't use the function.

Anyway, to the people that say he's high-te, my question is this. When exactly has he ever used te? Give me examples. However, at least in my opinion, there are many signs of fe. As head of the Yashiro Commission at a young age, Ayato has learned to navigate the realm of court officials, clan elders, and people of the sort. And he does this with ease. He manipulates situations to get his schemes moving like in the Irodori Festival. He likes doing things to watch the reactions of others and see them squirm. These are fe things.

When you compare high te characters like Ningguang (entj) or Keqing (estj), to high fe characters like Venti (enfj) or Lisa (enfj), who does he vibe more like? It's easy to get into the thought process that thinkers are smarter and more strategic than feelers, but enfjs have the same access to aux-ni and tert-se. That added with dom-fe, a function that's absolutely removed of emotions, makes them absolutely dangerous in the social scene.

Granted, I am not the best at typing mbti, so there's a chance I may be wrong here. But my gut tells me enfj.

[snatcher-no-snatching]

Science Express AU - Train Rush

Doctor Conductor is back in act 2 of battle of the birds! Hat Kid pays the Science Express a visit to help the madman with some experiments, but things will naturally go awry one way or another...

"Ah, lass, ye finally made it! It's about time!"

Hat Kid didn't know what to expect the infamous Science Express to look like, but it certainly wasn't this. A hulking behemoth of metal and steam, parts graphed together seemingly haphazardly, and numerous bits of machinery moving in synch, including a giant pair of mechanical arms that set down track with impressive speed. An efficient locomotive to be sure, but it also looked as if it could fall apart if a single cog came loose. 

It wouldn't take an expert to figure out this train has seen better days

"Come along now, I'll show ye where you'll be helpin' today," said the yellow... bird?

"Thank you mister... uh..." The child stopped short as she realized she had never gotten the man's name. Thankfully, he seemed to pick up on the issue,

"Ah right, how rude of me!" He stood up a little straighter and adjusted his hat. "I'm known as the great Doctor Conductor, lead scientist and engineer of this here train!" he said, rolling his r’s heavily. Hat Kid smiled, finding his boisterous arrogance rather goofy.

"Right, thank you mister Condoctor." He nodded and opened his mouth to continue, but did somewhat of a double-take once he processed the portmanteau.

"Oi! No nicknames!" He shouted, "Ye'll call me either Doctor, Conductor, or both! Take yer pick!"

"Condoctor." Hat kid nodded smugly.

The Condoctor huffed a sigh as he realized arguing with the child was futile.

“Just… follow me.” Hat Kid obediently followed him through the door at the back of the train and into what looked like a laboratory, or at least part of one. Looking around curiously, she remembered a rumour she’d overheard that the Condoctor built this whole thing all on his own. As a fellow engineer she couldn’t help but be impressed, especially given this planet’s lack of advanced technology. Of course, no steam locomotive could ever hope to hold a candle to her beloved spaceship.

As the two moved from car to car, Hat Kid found herself wanting to stop and take a closer look at the various experiments being conducted by the many avian scientists. Beakers and flasks filled with unknown substances, steel being welded into huge machines, testing chambers obstructed by the many technicians crowded around the viewing glass… Hat Kid could spot at least a dozen workplace hazards, and perhaps a few human rights violations. If birds even have human rights, that is.

This laboratory is basically 15 different OSHA violations in a steel trenchcoat plowing its way through the desert at 160km/h.

Multiple owls in labcoats and glasses straightened up as they walked past, frantically trying to look focused on their given tasks. A couple of them gave the child a questioning look, but quickly averted their gaze when they noticed the presence of their boss.

A blast from somewhere to the left startled Hat Kid, but the Condoctor didn't seem to mind the small explosion at all, not even sparing it a passing glance.

Hat Kid was beginning to understand why this train was in such rough condition.

"Alright, we're here." About six cars into the train, the bird leading her stopped at a heavy metal door. He made a sound of effort as he turned the valve-like handle, and the door squeaked open.

The first thing Hat Kid noticed was that the room was bright, compared to the dim hallway they had been walking down. It was on the small side, and plain in the way most labs tend to be. In the far corner sat two birds on a tarp that had been spread out, and between them laid a half-assembled machine of some sort, with multiple parts and tools scattered about. At the sound of the door, the owls looked up from their work and stopped what they were doing to sit up straighter

"A-ah, Doctor Conductor, do you- do you need anything sir?" One of them fumbled, having nearly dropped the wrench he was holding. 

"Aye, this lil' lass is helping out for the day, and I'd like ye to put ‘er to work." The scientist in question jabbed a finger in Hat Kid's direction, and it was just then that she took notice of his rather sharp talons. She would have been a little intimidated if not for the mental image of the man making himself custom fitted gloves. Her giggle consequently caught the attention of the two owls, who seemed to just now notice her presence.

"Her?" The first one clarified.

"But- but sir- she's rather young isn't she?" The second one asked in the same nervous tone

"She'll be fine, just give her work to do. You'll be needin' the extra help, I want that machine done by the end of the day, y'hear me?!" The Condoctor shouted, and his underlings only responded with a nod and a quiet 'yes sir'. 

"Good." He moved to whisper something to the owl closest to him, before turning back to Hat kid, "These owls will show ye what to do, so just listen to them. Come find me at the front of the train when yer done." He made a move for the exit, but stopped with his hand on the door to shout over his shoulder

"And ye better wear the proper gear! Get yerself a labcoat lass, the last thing ye need is a chemical burn," he tugged on his own rubber coat for emphasis. He made one more step before turning to shout one last time,

"And ye BETTER. NOT. BREAK ANYTHING."

With that, the door was slammed shut, and the two owls released the breath they'd been holding.

Hat Kid couldn't bring herself to be intimidated by his threats at all, he just came off as overly theatrical in her eyes. And why such little faith in her abilities? She had her fair share of experience when it came to lab experiments, but she couldn't make any promises. Hopefully the science express will still be in one piece by the end of the day. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

-

The Condoctor sat at the front of the train peacefully overlooking a set of blueprints and occasionally sipping from his mug of coffee, when suddenly-- Boom! Crash! A loud cacophony shook the whole train, causing the scientist to stagger and throw his drink up in alarm,

“WHAT IN THE BLUE BLAZES WAS THAT?!” He shouted moments before his mug landed squarely on his head, knocking his hat away and thoroughly soaking his feathers. His coffee, which had been cold, was now surely warmed up again as the Condoctor’s ire reached a boiling point.

“There had better be a good explanation for this…” he seethed

-

“WHOT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS RACKET?!” The owls jumped as their boss burst into the car. He paused, realizing just about every scientist he had under his wing (ha) was gathered around one of the big monitors. “Yer all better not be goofin’ off in ‘ere!!”

“S-s-sir! There was a big accident-- an-- an explosion!” one of them stuttered

“An’ what else is new?!” They all flinched at the venom in their boss’ tone.

“Well, you see, uh, it was, uh, that-- that girl you told us to work with, well, she, uh--”

“Get to the point already” the Condoctor growled impatiently. The owl, his nerves thoroughly spent, looked towards his peers for assistance. One at the front of the group spoke up,

“Sir, just take a look,” he gestured towards the screen he and his coworkers had all been crowded around. On it was an interactive image of the Science Express, displaying the locomotive’s current condition. It was one of the train’s recent additions, installed around the same time as the auto-pilot function allowing for further automation. 

More importantly however, were the flashing lights and warning signs all over the screen- whatever exploded caused massive damage to the furthest cars. The Condoctor pushed his way past his crew so he could point at the red lights that were slowly creeping up the train from the rear, “Whot’s all this?” 

“Fire, sir. From the explosion,” the same owl responded. “We already have men there trying to keep it under control, but we think we’re gonna have to detach some cars-”

“WHOT?!” the Condoctor interrupted. “We can’t just- just- detach ‘em!!” He gestured frustratedly and pointed to the caboose, “I keep some of me most important research back there! Not to mention, the.....” He uncharacteristically trailed off, earning one or two concerned looks from his men as a cold, dreadful realization crept up the back of his neck and made all of his feathers stand on end. 

He shook his head clear. Focus! He has to focus--

But the feeling only amplified at his next realization;

“Where’s the li’l lass?” He asked, unusually quiet. Unnerved, the owl that had been speaking to him played with the collar of his coat and averted his gaze. The Condoctor turned expectantly towards the others for answers, only to find the rest of them looking away as well.

“Well?! Speak up! Where is she?” He demanded. 

One owl cleared his throat to get his boss’ attention, but still spoke without looking up, “S-she, uh, she overheard that there was valuable research back there and volunteered to retrieve it--” “Whot?!” 

“She ran off before any of us could stop her, we--”

“Where is she now?!” worked up again at this new information, he turned his attention back towards the monitor.

“T-there I believe, sir,” the owl next to him pointed at a moving yellow dot. 

The Condoctor immediately brought up the security feed and looked for the car she would be in. He quickly spotted her small figure moving among the debris and flames, and quietly thanked the stars his cameras hadn’t been too badly damaged. Without a moment to waste, he opened up a comm link with the car.

-

Hat Kid ran through the train cars with determination and jumped over obstacles with practiced ease. With her handy-dandy sprint hat, she’ll be in and out of there in no time flat! 

“Run, kid!”

“We’re doomed!” she vaguely heard as she passed a few owls armed with fire extinguishers desperately trying to control the flames. Such drama queens!

She came to an abrupt halt right before entering the next door as a screen hanging on the wall to her right buzzed to life. 

“L@*=, %an y# he*] =e?” a fuzzy image appeared among the static and an unclear voice crackled from the speakers. Hat Kid tilted her head quizzically at the screen; was it broken?

“Ah sa!d, La%s, can ye hear me?” The image and voice cleared up considerably, until Hat Kid was able to recognize her favourite scientist-slash-engineer. 

“Yea!” she nodded and smiled.

“Thank goodness,” The Condoctor sighed in relief before resuming in an urgent tone, “Lass, you need to listen carefully! One of me biggest bombs is bein’ stored at the back of the train, an’ if the fire reaches it, it’s game over fer all of us!” 

She heard the horrified gasps and whispers from the owls through the speaker, no doubt in a panic over the new threat. 

“Our best hope is to detach the car an’ get as far away as possible before it blows, now get back here, quickly!” 

“I can make it!” the girl said enthusiastically

“Lass, wait-!” but it was too late, she had already proceeded through the door and into the next car. The Condoctor slammed his fist down and swore under his breath, doing his best to ignore the commotion of his employees around him. Regaining his composure, he switched to the security feed coming from the car the child had just entered, who’s communication link seemed to be down. “Keeping up wi’ her like this is gonna be tricky…”

He flinched as he witnessed her narrowly avoid getting hewn in two by a circular saw that swung down from the ceiling. He swore louder this time as he frantically pressed buttons looking for the one for the PA system.

-

Meanwhile, Hat Kid clutched her chest as she tried to calm herself down. A buzzsaw?! Really?! She knew this train was a steel deathtrap, but she wasn’t expecting woodworking equipment to rain down from above!

As she gazed at the swinging blades she heard a low tone and the crinkle of static from seemingly all sides

“Lass? Lass, are you alright?” the avian engineer asked over the loudspeakers, fully knowing that she wouldn’t be able to verbally respond either way. Hat Kid swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. 

“Listen to me, alright? The explosion must have set off the train’s security system, I designed it meself to be impossible to get through!” the Condoctor spoke slowly and clearly, “Just come back to the front of the train, it’s too dangerous!”  

The child took a calming breath, adjusted the cap on her head and smiled. Impossible, huh?

With a running start, she leapt through the sea of buzzsaws with grace and ease, causing the Condoctor to shout in surprise and protest. All he could do was watch as she boosted herself on various shelves and platforms until she triumphantly landed at the other side of the car with a flourish, completely unharmed. 

“An’ they call me crazy…” The mad scientist placed a weary hand on his forehead

Hat Kid continued through the train, the knowledge of the bomb sitting at the back of her mind like a countdown clock. Regardless, she was confident in her abilities! This security system was definitely the most bizarre she’d ever seen, but nothing she and her expert platforming skills couldn’t handle. There were piles of debris to maneuver around, steam from broken pipes to avoid, more buzzsaws, collapsing platforms, actual cannons firing at her, and a pit of vibrant green acid/goo that definitely wasn’t there before. 

And, of course, fire. Lots and lots of fire. Everywhere. 

She jumped and dived through hazard after hazard as the owls cheered for her over the PA system, though their boss was tense with worry-- the cameras at the back of the train were surely broken, he’d have no way to keep an eye on her. There was no telling how much longer she had left, and the sooner they disconnected those cars the better.

Soon Hat Kid found herself at the caboose without a scratch on her, and just in time, too; the fire was starting to get a little too close for comfort. A smaller explosion somewhere else rocked the car, urging her to act swiftly and get the hell out of dodge. She scoured the room quickly for what she was here to recover. Research papers, important research papers, they’ve gotta be around here somewhere....

Simultaneously, the Condoctor and his owls felt the explosion much more closely than Hat Kid did, the scientists scrambling for something to hold on to to steady themselves. In his peripherals, the mad doctor noticed a change in the monitor; the security feed had died completely, and perhaps most concerningly, the entire rear half of the train’s status display image was gone. He didn’t have long to think about it, as moments later one of the owls with the fire extinguishers burst through the door to the car. Winded and in a panic, he attempted to say something clearly important that ended up coming out as a stuttered mess, 

“The- the- the train-- The cars, they-- broken--” That was all the Condoctor needed to hear to put the pieces together, and he immediately assumed the worst. He pushed his way past the owl, and ran as fast as he could through the disarray to the room where the impromptu firefighters had been stationed. They were all gathered around the scorched black door, muttering amongst themselves with trepidation, too preoccupied to notice their boss. 

He quickly ushered them aside, “Out of my way, ah--” he cut himself short as he yanked the door open and nearly met his end then and there. Regaining his balance, he looked down to see the track racing beneath them, and looking up he saw the rest of his beloved train growing further and further away as it lost traction.

He swore again as he became vaguely aware of the owls crowding behind him. He thought of racing to the pilot and pulling the emergency brakes, but he knew they’d never stop in time. 

The options raced through his mind as he continued to stare hopelessly at the ever retreating cars, dreading the thought of the hatted child trapped in there all alone as the flames engulfed the whole thing-- no! what could he do?! there had to be something, anything-- 

It was nothing short of a miracle when he heard the door of the car squeak open, and through the glare of the desert sun he saw the figure of a little girl energetically waving at him. The owls erupted in cheers of joy at the sight of her safe return, and the Condoctor finally let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Happy as he was to see her, there was still one problem;

The cars had already grown too far apart for anyone to cross. No matter how good at jumping Hat Kid may be, that gap couldn’t be traversed by normal means. The scientist racked his brain for ideas, but came up short.

“now isn’t a good time for me noggin to start drawin’ blanks...”

The next few moments happened a little too fast for him to process.

He vaguely noticed the child holding something, a blue umbrella, he thinks. Then there were various clinks, followed by a solid clunk, and next thing he knew the child was coming towards him faster than he was able to brace himself for the impact

The wind was knocked from his lungs as he fell back on top of the owls, ending up in a tangled heap on the floor. 

“What the- lass, how did you…?” he mumbled as he groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing his head from when it made contact with the floor. The child, already standing herself, offered him a hand to help him up. 

“Hookshot!” she answered simply and held out her umbrella, which he now noticed had a grappling claw at the end of it that wasn’t there before.

“Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle….” were the only words the Condoctor could muster in such a situation. 

The owls slowly gathered their bearings as well, congratulating Hat Kid and rubbing the unpleasantness from their own sore joints,

“You did good, kid!”

“I thought we were goners for sure!”

“We don’t get paid enough for this…”

“Are you an acrobat or something?”

“You could be an olympic gymnast!”

“But, wait a second,” one owl caught the group’s attention. “What about the research you went to get?”

The question clicked in Hat Kid’s brain as she put her fist in her hand like she just remembered something. Wordlessly, she reached up to her tall purple top hat and lifted it off her head, causing a multitude of papers and documents to flutter to the ground unceremoniously.

A beat passed, and the Condoctor cracked up laughing, no longer able to hold in the emotions from the recent events. This caused Hat Kid to start laughing as well, and in turn, the owls.

The car was soon filled with the sound of uncontrollable mirth, stopping only at the earth-shaking explosion that went off in the distance. Everyone watched through the still open door as the rear half of the train, now leagues behind them, went up in a grand display of smoke and flames. 

As the fiery remains rained down from the sky and kicked up the desert sand, the Condoctor broke the silence as he burst into laughter once more, perhaps even louder than the last time. Hat Kid’s much softer giggles joined him once again, but the owls could only bring themselves to chuckle half-heartedly as they internally mourned the weeks of hard work they’d lost.

“Ahhh…” the cackles finally died down as the mad scientist wiped a nonexistent tear from his face. “That was fun.” he said, earning more than a few concerned glances from his crew. 

-

“Well lass, it’s been quite a day.”

Hat Kid made a small sound of agreement as she hopped down from the last step and onto the platform. The train had stopped at a little town to let Hat Kid off, with the Conductor deciding to accompany her to the small station’s boarding deck. 

“Mah legs hurt just rememberin’ how ye jumped around like some sort ah little daredevil; I could probably sell the security footage as an action movie-- Who knows? Maybe in another life I was some kind of director!” He paused to chuckle. “Could ye imagine that, me, one o’ them big time silver screen stars? Ha!” 

The man joked as he rubbed his face; he felt tired as the day’s events finally caught up to him, and the mere thought of all the repair work that needed to be done only increased his exhaustion, but he kept a good-natured smile on his face. 

Hat Kid on the other hand looked just as spry as when she first arrived, looking up expectantly at the engineer.

“Oh right! of course,” the Condoctor said as he remembered his end of their bargain, and from somewhere behind him he produced a familiar hourglass-like relic that shimmered as it caught the sun. “Here, one of them thing-a-ma-jigs yer collecting.” 

Hat Kid bounced happily as he handed it to her, doing a little spin before tucking it safely beneath her hat. When she looked back up at the scientist to thank him, he was already mounting the steps to his train.

“Don’t forget to stop by again later, I’ll have some more work ready for ye by tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder.

The little hatted child waved, and watched the damaged train slowly whirr to life before speeding off into the emptiness of the desert once more. When it was little more than a speck on the horizon obscured by the dust it kicked up, she turned on her heel and walked away. 

There was still lots to do if she wanted to get all her time pieces back.