#childofthxmoon

@childofthxmoon  There had been some...problems with the new recruit. Problems the Brotherhood hadn't dealt with much before. While Xavier often scooped up children who were in need of training to control to their mutant powers, the Brotherhood largely recruited adults, who had usually managed this at least somewhat on their own. But this guy was a more...special case. As was common with animalistic mutants, his mutation wasn't just physical, but mental. Much like modern movie werewolves, he was an insane predator when transformed---and it seemed like he had a bit of that in him still even when in human form. Now, ferociousness was a good thing ---this was the Brotherhood, not the Girl Scouts---but it needed to b a ferociousness that was safe for their side. It wouldn't due to have him go blood-crazy during a mission and turn on his own comrades. They could have controlled him with someone like Lorelei, whose voice hypnotized men and put them under her command, but that just meant they would need to always rely on someone else for missions when he was in use, and that was dangerous---like a leash that could be broken at any moment. No, it was decided by Magneto and the other high-ranking lientents of the bunch, he needed to learn self-control. Emphasis on the “self” bit. And besides, if someone in the Brotherhood were to teach him that, it would make him that much more loyal for the debt he would owe them. But who? No one in here was a teacher. Not like that. A lot of them taught new recruits combat and other skills necessary for their work, but this...this was something different. After deliberation between the higher-ups, Anne Marie had hesitantly been selected as the best option. Her mind-control could, hopefully, shut Jack down if things got dire, but that was only for emergencies---no, what she was to do was use her other power, empathy, to try to teach him calm, to make him calm artificially until he could learn to do it naturally. Or something like that. Whatever she could do, basically. She hadn't been given a lesson plan beyond “do what you can and don't get killed”. But she was optimistic, as was her nature, and unafraid. She hadn't really met the newcomer, but he was obviously a good man—he'd joined them, after all. So when the tall, androgynous, muscular, round-faced, blue-haired woman walked into training room where he was supposed to be, she immediately waved and let out a bright, perky greeting, “Hi Jack! I'm Anne Marie!” Whether he was in human form smiling back at her or chained up in shifted form snarling or whatever else, that was her introduction, and its sunny chipperness was utterly sincere.