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a private & selective original character.             cherished by Rook (he/they; EST). 

very low activity but still here <3

Unlike her main verses, the Tech used by the Collective is not as controlling. Most of her memory loss and dissociative tendencies is related more to the trauma of the experiments and brain surgeries and less on the Tech itself.

The Tech here only enhances Kit's body, but the Collective cannot "mind control" her like Obsidian can. The Collective had to rely a lot more on standard brainwashing techniques that in the end were not enough to reign Kit in once she got a grip on the realization that things weren't supposed to be like this.

In this verse Kit chooses her own name.

The Collective has a series of ID numbers for the girl they've stolen, their experiment, but she has no real name. There were some plans to eventually give her a "hero name" when she was introduced to the public but they never decided on one before her escape.

Sophie Poole. That's what the dossier labels her under "given name". But that name no longer belongs to her and feels wrong on her tongue.

— Hizashi had his head in his hand as he sat at the desk, face dried with tears and mascara smudged from wiping and crying as he skimmed through the documents given to him by the department with a headache blooming from the front of his head as he processed each deed done on the inked paper -- recognizing a few traits the culprit had shown yet prayed that it had been just a coincidence yet it was too often to be one. He slammed the folder's cover closed in a burst of anger...? anguish? GRIEF. He was praying that his friend hadn't risen from the dead as one of those damned necromancer things or because of some wannabe Frankenstein, forced into doing this. The phone ringing had quickly gained his attention though, briefly snapping him out of it and he groaned a bit before answering it thinking it was the HPSC agent demanding information that he couldn't provide just yet and answered it by sliding his thumb across the screen while mentally preparing himself for the strife but was terribly mistaken when a KID came across - requesting Aizawa. He couldn't help but to sit up more immediately, banking that away for now when the child went on about 'bad men' breaking in because that was far more important than spiralling into guessing if this kid was talking about Aizawa's piece of shit sperm donor or the dead... not so dead according to the records before him. “Woah, hang on, slow deep breaths, sweetpea." he started, softening his voice and shooing away the fatigue. “ It's not Aizawa but, what men? Are you somewhere hidden? ”

An immediate chill crawled its way up Kit's spine the moment she processed the other's voice. Not Aizawa. Even if the other had not admitted as much, she would've easily been able to tell. His voice was lighter than Aizawa's, even as tired as it sounded, not as gravelly. Her muscles tensed, the tears in her eyes suddenly forgotten. She should hang up now. She'd already said too much. Been heard. They would come for her. They would take her back.

Kit tried to keep from spiraling down those thoughts. She'd get lost there and she'd get distracted. She'd get hurt. She tried to focus on the voice, his words. He'd called her 'sweetpea' - that was a flower. She liked being called nicknames, no one ever really called her nicknames. The collective only called her by her ID numbers. She'd chosen her own name. And she liked flowers. Maybe she could trust him. It was such a young child's view of the world, one that most would consider even her too older to have, but it was still hers.

Plus it looked like Aizawa had programmed this person's number in as 'Emergency' instead of his own - unless they had taken his phone? Kit wasn't sure. Deep breath, just like the other had said. Kit pulled her free hand into a fist at her side.

"Bad men," she repeated. "They said he - Aizawa - was gone. Wasn't coming back..." The girl hated the way her voice choked around her words. "I thought it was the neighbors so I didn't hide. I should've hid. They grabbed my hair. I bit them...." She could still taste the man's blood in her mouth. She grimaced.

Kit knew she shouldn't give away where she was, how open everything was around her. How unsafe she was right now. He could use it against her. But she was scared, she hadn't been this scared since she'd first escaped. But that was before she'd met Aizawa, before she realized that she might be able to trust people again. And now, now that that potential path for trust had been taken away - she was floundering. She wasn't made to be this self-sufficient.

The thing you've gotta understand about Kit is she doesn't want to be a villain and she sure as heck doesn't really want to associate with them either. But she doesn't realize that AFO is one of the bad guys.

me realizing that she's 21 now

Kit wants to believe that too, wants to so so badly. But it really can't be true. Not after everything, not after what she's seen or experienced. But she tries to smile anyway.