Fly free, my pretties. [Narrative; open to Kat for response]
It had taken a few weeks of working while she should have been sleeping, interrupted by the sudden presence of children and by nearly two weeks spent in the medlabs recovering from her own stupidity, but Jean was finished. She'd tapped into Kat's head, those memories that had been altered so sloppily and so incompletely now repaired.
Jean was currently parked inside Kat's mind, watching her handiwork. The blocks were still up and holding the memories in where they needed to be as Jean repaired them, each one filed like a manila folder. Jean picked one up, one that had really struck her as interesting.
Kat had been walked into an office, a paper and pen laying on the cold, metal table. In the original memory, there was a jump from this point, to the paper being folded and put away by a man in a dark suit with a brown leather briefcase. What Jean had found and inserted back in was Kat's anger, Kat's struggle against the hands clutching hard at her arms, against the bracelet that was keeping her from shifting away from them. The words were curses, angry and vicious, spat into the faces of those dragging her down the hallway.
"Sign the papers, Pryde." Kat vehemently told them to fuck themselves. There was another six hours of this, the men in suits insisting that Kat sigh the papers, and Kat insisting that she was leaving. The final threat came when Kat started to simply ignore them. "We'll do this the easy way, then." A brunette came into the room and sat across from Kat, and told Kat that she'd already signed the papers. She was free to go.
The girl was terrible. She had to verbally imprint the suggestion, which meant she had very little control over her own powers. Jean doubted they were even a fraction of what Jean was capable of.
The other memory that Jean had a hell of a time repairing was one that was altered with slightly more skill. In it, Kat was in a laboratory, and the walking lab coats were pushing, pushing, pushing Kat. When her body slid through three floors of the building before Kat could stop herself, it was considered a success. The testing and stressing of Katherine's body continued until she could no longer hold her solid form, until she had to be contained, until the inhibitor bracelet came into play. The alterations were done, all subversive testing removed, until Kat came to believe her abilities had just begun to spiral out of her control.
Other memories had been altered, but all were leading back to these two large milestones in Katherine's history. Satisfied with her own work, and anxious to see where the chips would fall, Jean pulled down the mental blocks she'd placed inside Kat's head, letting the memories filter back to where they'd been taken from.
Kat would wake up and feel a strange sense of dejavu, then realize something was very, very wrong.
Jean was currently parked inside Kat's mind, watching her handiwork. The blocks were still up and holding the memories in where they needed to be as Jean repaired them, each one filed like a manila folder. Jean picked one up, one that had really struck her as interesting.
Kat had been walked into an office, a paper and pen laying on the cold, metal table. In the original memory, there was a jump from this point, to the paper being folded and put away by a man in a dark suit with a brown leather briefcase. What Jean had found and inserted back in was Kat's anger, Kat's struggle against the hands clutching hard at her arms, against the bracelet that was keeping her from shifting away from them. The words were curses, angry and vicious, spat into the faces of those dragging her down the hallway.
"Sign the papers, Pryde." Kat vehemently told them to fuck themselves. There was another six hours of this, the men in suits insisting that Kat sigh the papers, and Kat insisting that she was leaving. The final threat came when Kat started to simply ignore them. "We'll do this the easy way, then." A brunette came into the room and sat across from Kat, and told Kat that she'd already signed the papers. She was free to go.
The girl was terrible. She had to verbally imprint the suggestion, which meant she had very little control over her own powers. Jean doubted they were even a fraction of what Jean was capable of.
The other memory that Jean had a hell of a time repairing was one that was altered with slightly more skill. In it, Kat was in a laboratory, and the walking lab coats were pushing, pushing, pushing Kat. When her body slid through three floors of the building before Kat could stop herself, it was considered a success. The testing and stressing of Katherine's body continued until she could no longer hold her solid form, until she had to be contained, until the inhibitor bracelet came into play. The alterations were done, all subversive testing removed, until Kat came to believe her abilities had just begun to spiral out of her control.
Other memories had been altered, but all were leading back to these two large milestones in Katherine's history. Satisfied with her own work, and anxious to see where the chips would fall, Jean pulled down the mental blocks she'd placed inside Kat's head, letting the memories filter back to where they'd been taken from.
Kat would wake up and feel a strange sense of dejavu, then realize something was very, very wrong.