Brain Marbling [Jackie]

To say Jackie's been having a lot of conflicting thoughts the past week was an understatement. Two separate confrontations that have forced her to take action now really don't bode well. Especially with how she's handled her past and the reasons why she ever fought in the first place. Swept under the rug after that... Whatever that was. She didn't even want to think about what happened to her people. And she wasn't going to bring it up either. No.

This was her time.

She hadn't really ever been to a psychologist. Or anything approximating a therapist. But after seeing that little advert in the news about a free consultation, she figured to try it. Why not, she was currently being laid off anyways. Had no responsibilities for the foreseeable day. She'd sign up and wait to see if she actually got confirmation on her side. The dark lady was honestly shaken when she was called to come on in. Must have gone through her records and visitation reasoning very quickly.

It wouldn't be too long for K4. He'd get a notification from the clinic's desk clerk that Ms. Jeans is there to see him. A minute or so later, the woman would slowly creek the door open and peer through. Catching a glimpse of the lax K4 in his sea before making her way into the cramped feeling space. Her current mindstate and actual size didn't seem to help much with the small size the office felt like.

"Doctor Kayfor."
She wore her casual top and shorts, alongside a jacket. Her short hair popped carrot orange against her dark skin. She took a seat up in front of the doc with a small smile across her face. Without a beat of awkwardness, she'd continue with a real milk toast greeting. Leaning in the chair and getting comfortable.

"Nice day out, ain't it?"
Whether this whole session would actually help with anything or not was up in the air. Sh wasn't quite sure if a random medical professional could really tell her how she should 'live'. Persay. She'd just have to see.

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WC: 357
Thread PL: 5,000

Jackie would remain simply sat in her chair. Blinking at the interesting disguise of the man sitting across from her. She crossed her legs and sat hands upon her knee while she heard what was probably a lie. Light first sessions of this sort never worked out in the movies. Maybe that wasn't to be taken seriously, but she still had the thought about it. She waits patiently, simply nodding to confirm she understood what he was trying here.

"Alright. I'll make sure to talk with her."
The Doctor also seemed to have a full background check on Jackie. As per their agreement, this was all fine. Besides, most of her public records doesn't record much before her high school tenure. Getting a sense of her aura, that power that leeched around her, only seemed to reveal how noisy and chaotic it was. Not necessarily the strongest thing, but it was out of whack. Very unusual for practitioners of the martial arts. Even naturally gifted do not have such instability. She glanced over at the cactus a moment.

"Self taught? A bit. I went through a bit of an apprenticeship and brought myself on as a mechanic. Had some seniors teach me most of what I needed to know."
Right, she was still fairly young even to be doing all this. The further questioning about her reasons behind it making her twiddle her thumbs. Shake her legs a bit in their crossed form. She wasn't expecting something like that for a second question. She wouldn't let it linger in the air for long though.

"Yeah, it's what I like doin'. There's a science to getting machines working. A certain kinda artificial beauty to it, ya know."
She explained almost to herself, raising a hand to brush some hair back behind her ear. Moving her eyes back to face the good 'doctor'. Didn't seem to be any lies hidden there.

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WC: 323
TWC: 679

Well, Everyone's gotta have a bit of a passion. At least a hobby. It wasn't really that strange, was it? Maybe it was more an unusual focus for her, considering what she's been through. She wasn't about to get to questioning herself that hard just yet. Nodding along with K4's ramblings about people being more than the sum of their parts. Systems? Seems rather specific, and given she was an Earthling... Ahh well. She crossed her legs over the other way and shifts in her seat.

"Right. Something came up rather recently. I usually lay low, deal with my own problems. Just work and hang out with some coworkers. But recently I came upon something. Or, well... someone."
She started explaining, not really picking up on the subtle slips the android had in his facade. Keeping her leg from bouncing a moment as she tried putting it straight and in order.

"Got angry one day after work. Tried blowing off steam and grabbing a bite to eat but a Saiyan came and antagonized me. I don't usually get so aggressive but I went ahead and dragged him outside. To fight."
That didn't really seem like an issue to most people. In fact, others would probably see that a therapeutic in itself. So her bringing it up as a cause for worry seemed out of nowhere. Hell, her general posture and attitude feel like she'd be right into that sort of thing.

"I've got some bad memories of actually doing all this. My past reminds me I shouldn't be doing this stuff. But the more I got into it the more I was unsure what I was even doing with my life. It was exciting, thrilling. Like I was born into it."

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WC: 295
TWC: 974

Jackie came in here on the assumption she'd get something out of it. Whether it be something she wanted to get was another question entirely. Between the short bursts of silence between questions and the cramped room, she felt in it was a bit hard not to feel cornered already. Not to mention, keeping it light seemed out of the question once the doctor rose his head back up and stopped scribbling. Just right into it, huh? Well, it's not like she'd be seeing this doctor again if things felt wrong. She cleared her throat and rose her hands to cross them under her chest. Slow breathes.

"Ahh. Right. Well, I'm sure you probably didn't get this in your check if you're askin'. But I wasn't always a city girl."
Jackie started, her crimson eyes honed in on the android as she stiffened up. Her shoulder tight and risen with her words as they tried opening up like this. Don't think she's told someone this stuff since her foster parents. Was weird now, thinking back on it. Like a suppressed memory.

"Used to live up in the mountains. Northbound, the tallest in the land. Not as some nomadic forager, but as a tribe. Holding sacred the star we were closest to. The arts and culture we taught were an extension of that."
Start off with the basics. Nothing really earth-shattering, but nonetheless out of nowhere. Explains most of her early life being nonexistent when going out of his way to look for it. She had nothing to hide but the tension she felt trying to spill the beans.

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WC: 271
TWC: 1245

As interesting and out of the blue it came up that the doctor himself was a Saiyan, Jackie blinked and tilted her head. Not really one to know of therapists of anyone in psyche really sharing stuff on that personal of a level. The key term 'was' probably being the most interesting part about it. She almost figured the cybernetics were just additions. In truth, she knew little of the monkey tribes or their Kingdom off on Sadala. So the clarification was probably only a hint to be taken in the future off the hearsay. That the Kingdom was bad in some capacity.

What the culture was like was a fascinating question. One she really didn't get to speak about much. Again, a deep breath. She tried relaxin' in her seat and shoot a glance at the writings he was making. She could break it down piece by piece, but that almost seemed more like the job of some cultural scientist. Maybe he was just trying to get into her psyche, and how her people thought? She went with that for a bit and just clarified.

"We were Sun Monks, revering the sun and all it gives to the world. It's light, it's fire. It's life. It was as much a deity as any kami."
She started again, closing her eyes and jogging her leg up and down again. Fitting in was almost a natural thing, something she had to think outside of to really see.

"We are taught to respect life, and everything given it. Bask in the glow as we meditate atop the summits. Most are trained at a very young age to control our own life power, ki. To become one like the mother star before us. The warmth of living flame and guidance of reverent light flows through us all."
It sounded strangely like a parable from a common code written in a different language. Translated as straight as she could and getting rid of most of her common tongue's 'unique' dialect. She's not exactly reading if K4 is reacting in any way at the moment, but she does open her eyes after the fact.

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WC: 362
TWC: 1607

Did Jackie practice? A very fair and simple question. To her, she didn't see much difference in their art compared to other monks or other disciplined martial artists. She was scratching at her head while trying to think of something that didn't come across as crazy to someone like this. Sometimes it was better to just say it straight.

"I meditate. Murmer from time to time. Recite what I've been taught. And, I keep my knowledge of their arts fresh and trained. I have some friends, but none that it'd make sense talking to about this stuff. They are just average people. Living average lives. Not terribly close either."
Those crimson moved from him to his scribbling again. Her mind racing among many possibilities as to what he could even be writing about. She never considered if the monks were ever the aggressors in anything. With her muddy recollection, Jackie wasn't just about to assume training one's body to control ki at a young age was anything more than dedication.

"Well, it's more that I don't know if I should be participating. The Sun Monk Arts were very much about life and preservation. And to preserve, you must protect. That includes protecting myself."
It sounded like some oath to pacifism at first, but that didn't make too much sense. She was quick on the step to clarify once she realized that herself. Brows furrowed.

"You won't find my people anymore. They were taken away from me one day. Bad memories, I only remember fleeing to the base of the mountain and hiding among the forests for days. I still dare not look back, on what that could have possibly been. Who or what caused it."
Jackie was calm for now, but her hands around her elbows were clenching hard to her jacket. Distress was written on hr face as those eyes seemed to glance t nothing. Her focus angled away from K4's face as she was thinking back on it.

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WC: 333
TWC: 1940

Jackie's largely communal life and culture were ultimately ripped from her. And she wasn't sure how it happened. It was easier to just forget her past life and work as she had. Less she explodes with a vendetta, lashes out at people she doesn't mean to. And with each and every creep of power, she would gain that nagging feeling to find who was responsible grew louder. She was liable to turn the Earth upside down if it got real bad.

K4, for once, seemed to stop in his cold analysis of the situation and actually sound a bit saddened by the news. She straightened back up and looked him in the eye for a moment before frowning. Maybe it was a bit much to say? She seemed very uncomfortable all a sudden. She wasn't really meaning to illicit some other emotions in someone else. Caused by her own sob story. She would wonder if he commented as such, but instead, he offered some more help. K4 would see she already picked herself off the seat a moment before sliding back in with a sigh.

"I'd like that, very much."
A few nods later, she tried relaxing again. Simple questions, here. She could do those.

"Not exactly. I lived in the forests for a few weeks, living off the land and trying some of the basic survival techniques taught to me. But it's so much for me. I was maybe... eleven? I started getting desperate and took prepared food from campers in the park nearby. One of them caught me and reported me to the authorities, where I got put up in foster care. With no records on me, they tried their best but as you can see, I've got a good half of me undocumented."
She gestured at him with a simple wave of her open hand. Maybe towards the papers, she had no clue what was written on. Maybe she figured he still had that background check around somewhere. Oh well.

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WC: 336
TWC: 2276