Essex. (sinister_doctor) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-11-13 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | phoenix, sinister |
Dr. Moreau was busy...
Who: Nathaniel Essex OT Jean Grey
Where: Essex's private space hidden beneath Roosevelt Island
When: Saturday evening.
What: Essex awakens Jean.
Holding down two separate residences was rather difficult, but when you didn’t need much sleep, it was more doable. Sinister had practically made an art out of being in two places at once. His Roosevelt Island space was well hidden, neigh impregnable by those without clearance. His rooms at the Omega Base were quiet, often overlooked unless there were damages. For the most part, his skills weren’t needed. Granted, he was there to be the doctor when necessary, having an affable bedside manner and gentle touch, but when he didn’t need to be there, he was busy learning more about Jean.
He hadn’t released Jean fully from her medicated state, not yet. While she was under his care, Essex carefully laid the foundation for how she would react to him. He wore the face of Milbury while touching her mind in order to get her accustomed to that face. A few, small, false memories were planted to help her see him as someone she cared for and that he cared for her. There was even a bit of an awareness they had been together before she went into the hospital. He would bring her into the Brotherhood once he was ready. Essex pushed nothing without a plan.
Now he sat looking at the livid green of his computer screens as they scrolled numbers and code past his eyes. Jean was, to his mind, asleep on a bed in a room down the hall from him. The room looked normal to the eyes, decorated with things he’d learned while tiptoeing through Jean’s mind. There was so much swirling power he had been forced to step extremely carefully, but he was willing to take the risk for the possible reward. With a gentle nudge, he caressed her mind as though she were waking herself from a dream.
Getting up, he moved into the doorway of the bedroom he’d created for her. The bed she slept in looked as if it were made for two and even carried the impression of another body beside her, as if he’d left her to finish her sleep alone. The Dr. Moreau face he wore seemed both amused and sad. The look translated into his eyes.