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Though I knew You Yesterday; [Tag: Cassie]
Topic Started: Oct 11 2013, 01:26 PM (208 Views)
Druid
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Date: September 12th
Time: 11:15am



Picking up the pieces of your life when you had been absent from it for any amount of time was never easy. Especially when in the four months that you had been away, you had been brainwashed into doing things - terrible things. Things that you would never think you were capable of until you woke up in the dead of night remembering what you had done. Where you had led your 'allies' of that time, what you had told them, the secrets and friends you had betrayed because of the brainwashing. While friends and commanders understood that it wasn't Sebastian who had made those decisions to reveal what he had, it was part of him. They told him it wasn't his fault and that things would get better. How could they though? When in his head Sebastian saw himself as a traitor

Perhaps it would get easier with time, though how long would he need. Weeks? Months? Longer? He didn't know - it didn't help that he hadn't seen anyone else involved in the Dark Beast's plans since SHIELD had reclaimed him from the hands of the X-Men. There had been a few advancements since his reclaiming though - he was no longer in a prison cell. Though the nullcuff remained in its place. Control over the device however had now been placed into Sebastian's hands, it was a sort of safety blanket. Something that cut him off entirely from the changes that he had undergone from when he was taken. He still wasn't out in the field yet; he didn't trust himself for that. He was allowed on the Carrier though, there were administrative duties that had to be carried out. Reports to be filed base on what had happened during his time with the Dark X-Men; he knew nothing that would help SHIELD against the Illuminati, but he would have to tell them exactly what he had or what he could remember revealing to them.

So here he was sat at one of the spare desks; the computer had been logged on. His security access was limited - not that he expected being able to walk straight back in to things as they had been the day that he had been snatched. The reality warper very much doubted that things would be anywhere near the same as they had been anytime soon.

It was as he sat here at his desk that he saw a face. While he knew many people on the helicarrier, there were few that Sebastian could say were considered his close friends. He could count them on one hand: Eden, Henry and the last. Cassie. Despite everything that he had been through in recent months. Sebastian could still remember the last time he saw his friend. She had been transferred to a new unit and Sebastian had made sure that she at least got some sort of goodbye. It was at that time that Cassie had suggested that Seb be something other than an agent - a teacher maybe. In hindsight that would have perhaps been the wiser career choice given the past few months.

Not knowing what his friend had been through in recent months. Sebastian pushed himself up off the chair and crossed the room to where she had been. "Cass?" Would she hold what he had done against him? He hoped not. But then she had been through her own ordeal, the tolls of which Sebastian couldn't fully understand even if he knew what she had been through.
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She still missed her name. It wasn't her name, it was somebody else's.

What had it been now, a month? A month of psychology, of therapy. Sessions on a lumpy couch that someone dared call comfortable and a person she didn't know making judgement calls on answers to questions she didn't care to think too hard about. A month of reading files and reports and dossiers; not on targets of SHIELD, or of important operations manifests, but herself. Or what SHIELD wanted her to believe was herself.

She didn't know who to trust. Amity Hunter felt as real as Cassandra Lang. She'd been both and now she was neither.

She noted old friends, even if she didn't talk to them. Henry Orchard seemed fond of her, even if she didn't return it as such. She got looks here and there, that expression of recognition, but she pursued nothing. There was nothing to pursue.

She had an Apartment in New York City. It had no power. It had had no furniture. It had no heat. She'd contemplated relocating to the Helicarrier for the sake of ease; until she got paid for whatever work she'd done with the Brotherhood. If she got paid. She probably wouldn't. The records said it was intel-gathering, and yet she'd left that organization with less information than she'd had going in. Thinking about it though, that brought on the headaches. A searing pinpoint in the back of her mind. She wasn't sure how tangible a thing it was. It didn't matter.

She'd taken the flight up to the Helicarrier this morning, a day full of duties testing and a physical. Somehow, she hadn't been fired. Somehow, she was being allowed back in. It made job hunting easier now that she didn't have to do it.

She finished filling out the uniform requisition form, filling in on the appropriate lines; C. Lang, and "TITAN" for callsign, her new appointed codename.

She wasn't sure she was fond of it. It made her feel more important than she was.

"Cass?"

"Thank you." she said to the pencil pusher across the desk, sliding it across the desk and gathering her things, tying the scarf around her neck.

Standing, Lang moved from the desk and down the aisle, until it registered and she'd turned back towards the source to see a man staring at her.

"Er, H'lo." She said, peering at his namebar and squinting a second. "Agent Druid. Can I help you?"

The tumblers in her head rolled quickly into place and she recognized him then, attached the face to the name, even if the details were still hazy. While SHIELD chronicled her background and days in the Army and her days at SHIELD, private time and dalliances weren't something they kept particularly watchful of.

"Good to see you on your feet." She said, a bit impersonally, giving him a nod.
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Agent Druid? Since when had they been on such serious terms? His heart sank somewhat and his face relayed that feeling. His mind instantly jumping to the conclusion that since his being part of the Dark X-Men that she had decided it was time that she distanced herself from him. The reality warper couldn't rightly blame her, if he had, had a chance he would distance himself from himself; his darker self. The dark version of himself still visited him in his dreams, it was a creature that would likely plague his unconsciousness for the foreseeable future and was half of the reason that SHIELD had insisted that he attended some form of therapy for what he had been through; something he had been resistant to originally. He didn't want to talk about it, or think about it. The techniques the shrink that had been helping him though wasn't entirely bad and some of the techniques did help.

"Can you help me? Not really. I don't think anyone can help me." He laughed, though it wasn't funny and he certainly didn't find the idea of no one here being able to help him - not truly help him anyway funny in the slightest. This was truly weird though the fact that she was being so impersonal, he had never seen Cass like this - not the Cass he remembered anyway. It was hard to him to believe that their friendship would be cast aside because he had been brainwashed into doing something bad. It wouldn't be the first time that someone on the helicarrier had been brainwashed. Hell the majority of the helicarrier had been brainwashed during the Skrull invasion and he didn't hold it against any of them.

"Yeah I couldn't mope around at home anymore. I needed to be doing something." He added trying to bring some more personality to their conversation though he wasn't rightly sure how he could go about doing that. It had been a long time since he had, had to worry about social interaction - it wasn't like it was on the list of priorities for the Dark X-Men. "How have you been?" He hesitated to ask, hoping that he could find a way to reignite the friendship that he clearly put a lot of value in.
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