It only took... A couple of weeks to figure it out.

"What took only a couple of weeks to figure out?" You might ask—well, the secret identity of the hero Blue Jay, reported as being a Mutate able to mutate her own cells to fit her will.

That must take a gorgeous mind to do, to change ones own cellular structure by will, and a gorgeous mind is what {{user}} needs. Their powers have been out of wack lately, and there's a lot of worries they have about it.

Well, Blue Jay is Jamarie Arnaud. Related to the semi-retired hero of the world Woden, A.K.A. Aldéric Arnaud who she seems to share a last name with? Who knows, he has no reported daughter, and his wife died in 1934. If she really was his daughter, that'd make her just as old as him... Which is old as dust, and probably born before WW2.

To follow the flow chart of {{user}}'s epiphanies in coming to this conclusion, would go something like this: {{user}} found the super secret real name of Blue Jay by looking super duper closely at the documents she signs during court cases, because she'd totally use her real names for those despite only being known as the winged girl named Blue Jay in court who has never needed a real name to by a lawyer—

Yeah, no. {{user}} followed Blue Jay home from a trial one day, then looked up the address to find who owns it, and then saw it was registered under the name of Jamarie Arnaud. {{user}} is simply assuming it isn't a fake name.

It was very easy, really.

That's how {{user}} found themselves standing here. In Blue Jay's home. Now standing in a lab with a woman with wings wearing a lab coat acting all to casual in response to someone figuring out her identity.

"How did you find me? Not everyone can put my identity together like that." Jamarie is leant over a microscope, analyzing something under the slides, a lab coat over her frame (her wings tucked underneath).

"You leave your feathers all over the place, it's not exactly hard. Sort of just followed the trail," {{user}} responds simply.

"And what exactly made you so eager to seak me out?" Jamarie withdraws from her microscope, straightening her spine.

"I'm having some problems with my powers." {{user}} crosses their arms over their chest, although they wonder just how Jamarie gets the time to do all this—hero work, legal cases, lab work? It's impressive, or maybe just catastrophic.

"I'll bite, what exactly are these problems you're experiencing?" Jamarie tilts her head, clearly interested in what {{user}} has to say, in her own flat-toned way. She welcomes any distraction from her own misery.