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Anyone could see that Ribbonz using her abilities daily was more than unethical, it was just that Cecil was always easier to ignore on his own. Ribbonz' could extend ribbons from her skin that could solidify into sharp weaponry or hard armor, but it came with harsh costs. Apart from the pain that came with the ability, the ribbons made up the writhing fiber of her being. To avoid using them resulted in unstable outbursts, twitching and sharp slivers of red taking over her every move and nearly blinding her in the process. To use them anyway caused her immense pain.

Initially, Fan was keen on staying independent in her hero work and in dealing with her issues. Cecil would drag on and on (as she'd put it) about how the GDA has medical specialists that could help her with tech or prescriptions that she swore she didn't need nor want. It was only in her final and worst incident where everything aligned and the GDA couldn't afford to ask her anymore.

She ends up breaking out of her home during an outburst and wrecking the place, taking the form of a giant and monstrous moth-like thing that turns buildings to rubble and people into minced meat with flailing limbs. The new director of the time (C) manages to detain her, and gives her to the lab, so she can finally get treatment she deserves. Fannie is pissed at Cecil when she wakes up in a random lab on her own, the beeps and whirrs of machinery and the glimpse of some kind of bag dripping into her veins. She can guess he brought her here because it's either that or she's been kidnapped to be tested on. She feels too comfortable for the latter as far as shes concerned. A few days go by before Cecil visits her, and everyone's so vague about whether or not she can leave. It's not surprising. If she had a TV, she's sure there'd be footage of the wreckage she left behind in her episode. Embarrassing at the very least. Mortifying. Donald visits her, he's something familiar that she isnt harboring rage at. She also complains about Cecil to him, and he listens and gives her understanding despite telling her that this was the only way. When Cecil finally does show his face, it catches anything she could reach to throw at him. Luckily just an empty styrofoam cup and a box of gloves left behind. She misses both times. She thought she'd be angry enough to yell but she's not. Ribbons even extend but they move to do nothing, the numb passing through her skin dulling the anger she had towards the drugs in the first place. She remembers Donald's words and scrunches her nose a bit when she realizes that she does feel better. "I'm not mad about the drugs anymore." She thinks as the ribbons slide smoothly back under her skin, only a thin line to show they were even there. She couldn't be upset about being detained either, what else was there to do? Let her fly til there's a day to commemorate the shit she left behind? Right.

Now it's Cecil's face that's irritating her, soft in watching her realization like he forgives her. Understanding like she said anything that deserved forgiveness. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as wrath dies on her tongue. Maybe its time to give his GDA speil a listen.