1963-12-23 - Breaking Out
Summary: Skye finally breaks out of her 'shell', meets her new instructor, Blackagar. Only she doesn't know she needs training and wants to go home.
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The cocooning process certainly took some time and it was an unexpected result of the assault on Attilan, particularly by the mutant/human elements that had come. When this SHIELD Agent had been found in the cocoon the initial response was heavily debated by the Genetics Council and others… but it was Blackagar interjecting that brought a curious result.

This was not the first time he had seen this, someone not from Attilan being found to be Inhuman and in a cocoon. He shared the story of his journey, tracking down Kree facilities about the planet that had been used by some kind of cult to try and transform humans. Rather than removing this element, he was able to eloquently argue for the necessity of understanding it… and given the task of seeing to it.

So Skye's cocoon had been taken to a place of Blackagar's indication for the duration of her transformation, a place that looked to be a room of stone with subtle lighting, a small chill and few amenities. There the man had sat in patience, reading, while letting the process take it's course.

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It could be considered the best sleep she's had in years. But the first pinch of the vines removing themselves from her body startles her out from that deadened, rejuvinating sleep. There was a mild panic, which could be shown upon the outside of the cocoon, how it shakes and trembles until the first cracks upon it's surface could be seen, fingers prying and digging their way through to the surface in a sticky mess of.. whatever the hell that was!

She pushes herself out, which was odd enough for there were no clothes that came with her, her shoes and other fabrics must have dissolved in the process that left her like a newborn babe emerging from the wound. As soon as she hits the floor with a splat, her knees immediately curl up towards her chest, her arms following suit, though her fingers lift to grasp at her face to try to knock the slop away so that she could see. And she cries. It wasn't a sobbing, mournful cry, just a..

"Ewwww!" Ut, there it was. That sort of cry. It was disgusting.

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Slowly the book closes and Blackagar reaches to his side where he had placed a small stack of towels and a blanket as well. Rising as slowly as he closes the book, he picks up both and brings them over to Skye as she lays upon the ground with a rather common response; at least to those who would have never considered terrigenesis before. Setting them down, he nudges them over to her before he turns and goes back to where he was sitting prior, lowering down and patiently waiting. Such things take time, adjustment, and the fortitude to see them through.

*

The man drew a slight response from Skye, a little scoot back towards the ruined cocoon, near tempted to climb in until he dropped towels and a blanket right in front of her. It was a hesitant look, one that has her slowly reaching for one towel to wipe along at her face, her hands trembling and shaking until it was tossed aside, ruined, and the rest of them carefully gathered so that she could sit upright, turn away from him to clean herself. She was quiet throughout, yet thankful to be alive, but still.. oddly weirded out at this predicament. Once she was done, the blanket was soon tossed over her shoulders, wrapped around with a turn to face Blackagar with.. an odd stare. "Who are you, and what happened to me."

*

It takes a few long moments but after a bit, Blackagar reaches down and picks up a slate and upon it begins to write with chalk. For sometime he writes before he turns it to show the letters to the woman.

«My name is Blackagar. But that is not who I am. Who I am is who you are. What has happened to you is a transformation, a transition from what you were into what you are to be. It is an honor, a priveledge, but also a burden. This is why I am here. To help you in this transition.»

*

"Hello? Can.. can you hear me?" Skye shifts as soon as he moves and begins to write, her face screwing up ever so slightly as he continues, her rolling onto her knees to begin to shift a little bit closer to the man. As he turns and shows it to her, she leans back a little, one hand reaching out from the blanket to carefully snatch the slate from his grasp if he lets her, reading the words repeatedly with a slight.. angry toss back towards him.

"I don't know what you're talking about.." She shakes her head. "A transition? A.. what?" She screws her face up once more as she carefully stands, her legs a little bit wobbily as she stumbles along the stone room. Her fingers grasping against her blanket to keep it up, her hand outright to still herself as she lets out a little cough. "I just want to go home. I need to get home before Christ.. wait.. what day is it?"

*

With the slate back, he begins to write once more doing so with a patient motion to make sure it is legible. «It is the 23rd of December.» That part is written on the top before he writes a little bit further down. «You would do well to sit and rest. Your body will take time to adjust to the changes and since you were not properly prepared it is a delicate time for you. I will answer all questions in time and in patience, but to rush invites trouble.»

*

December 23rd.. good! "Good!" She says. "I didn't miss anything.." She squints her eyes and stalks closer towards Blackagar again, reading his words just below that with a shake of her head. "I don't -want- to sit and rest. As it stands.. I sat and rested for.. days in that.. thing!" She gestures towards the cocoon, then turns in a near practical circle. "I don't know what.. what.. what happened but.. you're not really telling me anything here. What changes.. what condition.. I mean.. I'm alive! There's nothing to adjust to. But I'm hungry, I want a bath.. and.. you're not talking. You're just writing. Are you a mute?! And where the hell am I? Is this a prison? Is that it? I'm in prison?"

*

«I am not mute, but were I to speak it would be… very bad.» The last part is added when he writes, a small smirk on his lips as he does so. He continues to write then. «This is not a prison, this is my home. What is the last thing you remember?» As Blackagar sets the slate down before her, he rises slowly and goes over to a side of the room, where there is a cabinet and he begins to pull some items from it before returning to Skye with them; a plate of food. Dried meats, berries, bread, cheese… what one would find from a 'simpler' life.

*

"Oh.." Skye murmurs, her eyes darting back and forth as she mumbles out the read words, then looks at their surroundings with a wrinkle of her nose. "You live.. in a stone house? Is this the only room?" She asks, but as he sets the slate down, she continues to move her feet, going in the opposite direction of where he walks. "I remember being at.. some odd courtyard with a team of people. I was shooting at some big monster thing.. and.." Her head shakes a little. "It gets fuzzy. I don't remember anything after that. I just remember being afraid, and now I'm here."

*

Setting the food down, Blackagar picks up the slate once more and begins to write on it. It takes a very very long time for him to write, the letters being much smaller than before to fit them in.

«It is the fear that is the problem. You were exposed to a organo-chemical that originates from a crystal called Terrigen. This crystal, when broken, emits a mist. Some people with the correct genetics respond to this mist and undergo a process called Terrigenesis. That is what has happened to you. Among our people, this is considered a great honor to be chosen for Terrigenesis, but what happened to you was not meant to. As such, this is an unusual circumstance. So you are both very lucky, and very unlucky at the same time.»

*

The clinking of the plate has her attention yet again, her stomach empty, the pain of the growl that was produced has her rushing towards it to grip it from it's surface. She holds it up as she begins to eat, shoving the dried fruits into her mouth with a wrinkle of her nose and a quick chew. It.. was actually good. Like raisins.. but sweeter. The second bite of the dried fruit has her looking towards it, twisting it back and forth, even sniffing to guess the type. Either way.. good.

As he begins to write on the slate, Skye turns her eyes towards him, then moves close, leaning a little bit over his arm as she chews.. "..correct.. genetics.." She says in between swallows, finally putting the last piece of fruit upon the plate and.. "Unlucky how?!"

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«Unlucky because it will take you time and patience to come into this transition. Part of the Terrigenesis is adopting a new part of yourself. For some, this is new abilities, for others new personalities. It simply takes time to come into things. For myself, I am unable to speak, for my transition turned my voice into a powerful weapon.» Blackagar shows her the slate and motions to the plate of food. «It is unlucky only in the sense that it causes a change in one's life, and you were not properly prepared for it.»

*

Skye reads it all quietly, then looks up towards the man with a slight frown. She shakes her head then, figuring to implore him to talk would be a terribly bad thing but.. "I don't feel anything." Given that she was relatively calm about it all, and oddly enough hungry, the food taken again and moved away from him so that she could eat in a little bit of a peace. "No change, nothing different. I just feel disgusting. I'm sticky in places that i -really- shouldn't be sticky in. Like.." She gestures towards her blanket. "And I'm thirsty. Like really thirsty. I can still taste some of that crap in my mouth.." She clears her throat a bit, taking a piece of the dried meat to smell it. "So.. I just need a bath and some clothes.. maybe another nap. And I'll be good to go. Then I can go home, right?"

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Blackagar hesitates for a moment then writes. «Come. There is a bathing area in the other hall and a place for you to rest. After some food, washing and rest, we can discuss how you feel and proceed from there. You are not a prisoner. I am merely worried for you during this time.» He does smile, a genuine enough look as he shows Skye the writing before he rises to show her to the area he meant, through the corridor and to what equates to a rather nice room like one would find in a simple monastery.

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