remi’s caught by surprise as he’s lurched off of his feet by the dark-haired woman’s grip. his last conscious action is made pushing the edge of a lab table away to avoid falling into it, as a firm palm presses against his forehead and he tumbles —
it’s windy by the coast, the air blowing their curly hair into tangles. the sand is warm beneath their bare feet.
they’re following her along the beach, taking in the way the sun reflects off the saltwater glistening like glitter on her tan skin. there’s a small box in their pocket that seems to be getting heavier with every step that they take. they want to remember everything about this moment.
they take a moment to take a breath to calm their own nerves when — they notice the flaw. there always is a flaw, in memories. despite wanting to remember everything, people only notice what they want to focus on, and right now, there are no other footsteps in the sand than his own. the older the memory, the more flaws there are. there’s a reason why the police don’t rely solely on witness testimony.
but something else feels different about this memory. instead of remembering it, it feels like he’s experiencing it with his head submerged underwater. remi glances behind himself and sees her, a pretty asian woman in a lab coat. she seems out of place here, on the beach, but also strangely — familiar.
‘ what are you doing ? ‘ his tone isn’t angry or even accusatory. as he’s still in a foreign memory, everything still seems removed from him at some level. his emotions always feel secondary to the emotion of the original owner of the memory.
Where the actual fuck is she? one second she was slapping some memory-away into a police guy and the next she’s standing on a beach with a really weird sense of fuzziness.
Seeing the intruder in front of her snaps her out of the panic, and everything seems to sharpen as her brain begins to process things. This is a memory, she soon realizes, although why her mutation had thrown her into this one in particular is more than confusing.
No matter. All she needs to do is erase herself from this one too. It wouldn’t do to have her face be recognized in passing. Deja vu never boded well for her. “Let’s try this again,” she says, moving forward and focusing all her powers into erasing herself.
