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Post by Jasmine Noir on Dec 29, 2020 1:41:00 GMT -4
If there was one thing that pissed Jasmine Noir off beyond belief it was when she couldn't figure out why things wouldn't come together. Under normal circumstances the girl enjoyed playing detective and poking something until she fully understood what made it tick, whether it was in her studies, exercising, fighting, or music production. But now as she leaned back into her chair and hefted a frustrated sigh, she felt like she wanted to punch her laptop right in its snobby little screen.
Her morning had started like any other. Wake up at times most would consider unreasonable and get some exercise in before class time. Come back to her room and take a quick and cold shower. Then she enjoyed the food she prepared the night prior and check on any homework she might've missed. Get some coffee before class to kick her senses awake lest she fall asleep in class. Go through a few more exercise routines during lunch time. Go back to class. More exercising after class. Check in with Chief Kokai back at the Tokyo precinct to see if there was any extra work she could pick up. Call Mia up and schedule a time she could join the pro for patrols. Exercise some more. Shower again.
Then, finally, she could go back to the studio and work on her craft in what little time she had to spare.
Just your regular day, all while texting with Yumi who seemed to also be quite busy with her modeling career. The thought made her smile as she entered her studio, quickly lighting up the incense she had prepared beforehand, the scent of precious lavender immediately permeating the otherwise spicy ramen-filled air of the small studio she had finally managed to buy out. She shook her head at how messy the place had gotten without her even realizing it, quickly moving to throw out the instant cup noodle packages into the trash... before heating up another one, of course.
She'd been slurping on the new cup of noodles as she listened to the track she had been working on, the many synths playing through her headphones over and over and over, feeding the many different sounds into her ears. Her head bobbed to the rhythm, brain once again analyzing the rhythms, the eight-oh-eight and the many different harmonies flowing into one another to produce the distinct sound she had been trying to achieve... yet something was clearly amiss and it was enough to make her brows furrow. Jasmine quickly shifted into analysis mode and begun playing around with different settings and sounds, trying to figure out what it was exactly that felt out of place.
The musician had been at this for damn near an hour, her half-finished noodles long since having gotten cold. The fact that she wasn't able to pinpoint exactly what was out of place was starting to tick her off something fierce and when her phone buzzed in her pocket she was this close to tossing the damn thing across her little studio. She probably would've done exactly had she not taken a glance at her screen first to see who had texted her.
Meara? she wondered, raising a curious brow at the name. Jasmine read through the offered text message, the curiosity in her eyes still very much prevalent, though a glint of worry was quick to make itself known in her azure irises. She glanced over at the clock hanging at the wall and hummed to herself before punching in a reply.
Ye, I got time. Wanna grab some coffee? 6PM at Kofuku's. It's in downtown Tokyo. Sending you the deets.
Once the third year sent over information on the promised location, she hefted a tired breath. While she was admittedly both curious and a little worried for the abrupt request to talk, she also couldn't help but feel quite thankful for it too. Jasmine was well aware she could get tunnel visioned to obsessive degrees whenever it came to her work and this distraction would hopefully prove to be exactly the breath of fresh air she needed to get her head back on straight.
It hadn't taken long to reach Kofuku's on her bike, give or take ten to fifteen minutes. Once there, she was immediately greeted by the pinkette at the counter. "Hey, Natsu," Jasmine smiled as she approached.
"Hey Jaz. Same as usual?" the barista asked while brushing a strand of hair away from her face. The two-honed girl nodded in response, the two of them starting up a conversation about why Jasmine seemed so tense. Natsuko was one of those people who was the perfect barista-slash-bartender. Good observational skills and one hell of a people person, good enough to have even seen through the otherwise illusive Jasmine who absolutely never revealed much about herself unless specifically asked, and even then her answers were vague at best.
Once the simple black coffee was served, Jasmine went over to one of the tables, shooting Meara another text to let her know she was already there. Table near the window. Can't miss it, she punched into her phone's touch-screen before raising her head and noticing the bustling clientele. The fact that business seemed to be booming made the musician smile to herself, happy to know that it seemed like her favorite coffee shop - which coincidentally ended up being quite close to her recording studio - didn't seem like it'd have any issues any time soon.
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Post by Meara O'Connor on Jan 7, 2021 4:04:44 GMT -4
Meara was walking down the bustling streets of downtown Tokyo towards the coffee shop that Jaz was meeting her at. She was dressed in a pair of black sweats and an oversized Football sweater with the hood up so it obscured her face. When she wasn’t in her work or school uniform this is what she was going to be typically found wearing. It gave her just a small amount of comfort to be in something that more or less hid here from peoples gazes, even if it made her look like a hot mess. Another thing she had taken to having on constantly were her noise canceling headphones. They were almost a godsend to her right now, giving her an ability to almost completely tune and drown out the world around her. If she didn’t hear those around her, she was less likely to get spooked by people talking and moving around her. Though that did pose it’s own issues.
One of those issues arose when she absentmindedly walked into traffic because she wasn’t paying attention. Thankfully she was grabbed and pulled back by a good samaritan before a bus hit her. Unfortunately Meara’s immediate reaction was to slap the person’s hand away and go into a fighting stance. Thank the lord she was able to infer what happened before she inadvertently shot the poor soul with her quirk. After she managed to calm herself and the nanites she quickly and quietly apologized and thanked them before sprinting across the road when the crossing light came one. “Yer acting like a scared little lamb O'Connor…” she hisses under her breath. She was completely disgusted and disappointed in herself for being in such a mental state.
After another ten or so minutes she made it to the cafe she was supposed to meet Jasmine at. But before she walked towards the entrance she stopped at the corner of a side alley next to the building. Meara was the one who asked Jasmine to meet up with her, but as she got there she felt a feeling of dread. Questions and scenarios played out in her head. Like if Jaz just chalked it up to her being insane and not wanting to listen to her? Or what if she had a melt down? All this was ironically driving her insane. She took in a couple deep breaths and pulled out a cigarette from the pack in her pocket. She lit up the cigarette and inhaled deeply, she slowly let out the smoke as she leaned against the wall. It was funny, she had traded one addiction for another with these cancer sticks. But at least when it came to it, these would be a hell of a lot easier to quit in the end. Plus, they helped calm her down and clear her head. After a few minutes she sniffed it out and threw the butt onto the ground and walked inside.
Once in there she saw Jasmine sitting at a table next to the window. She removed her hood and took her headphones off as she walked up to the counter. Once there she quietly ordered a coffee with two creams and two sugars. In a moment she had the piping hot cup of caffeine and made her way to her friend. Once there she sat across from the fellow blonde and placed her cup down. “Hey Jaz…” she said quietly “how have you been?” She asked. It had been a long minute since she actually talked to the girl, but she was of the few people left Meara could talk to about sensitive topics.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 11, 2021 20:26:57 GMT -4
While under normal circumstances not exactly a social creature, Jasmine had managed to carve out her own little piece of heaven even among the bustling clientele inside Kofuku. The third year had a small smile on her face, her chin propped up on an open palm as azure eyes idly observed the traffic going back and forth outside the large bow windows. She was humming a tune quietly to herself, one of a traditional Japanese koto she had devised in her head, fingers tapping along the smooth wooden surface of her table as though they were a drum line creating a rhythmic beat she could follow. Jasmine's head swayed left and right here and there, bangs of black and gold locks falling over the right side of her face.
Some part of her was definitely still worried for Meara, yet another was glad for the distraction. She'd be lying if she said she didn't need a break; a breath of fresh air, so to speak. The familiar scent of coffee and pastries permeated the air, painting a picture she could all too easily say was reminding her of her favorite coffee place back home. Nostalgia hit her like a freight train, and while she wouldn't ever say she missed New York, she did feel a little homesick.
A soft sigh left her lips as she crossed and laid her arms down on the table flat, leaning forward to lay her head down on her forearms and just take in her surroundings. The sounds, the scents... even the familiar warmth that welled up in her chest after she took a sip of her own bitter concoction -- it felt like that mix of just right and exactly what I needed.
Jasmine wouldn't be able to sink in her own thoughts for too long, though. The familiar visage of her peer quickly came into her peripherals, calling for the black and gold haired femme's attention. Jasmine perked up and sat up straight, twin azures drifting to take in Meara and that hoodie she kept herself so snuggly hidden in. She offered a warm smile.
"Hey, Meara. Been a while," she responded, keeping up the smile even if she could smell the pointed odor of nicotine coming off the girl. Enhanced senses were one hell of a thing, and while Jasmine didn't particularly mind (hell she had a pack back in her dorm (and studio) for emergencies anyway) she'd be lying if she said second hand smoke didn't stink something awful. Jasmine didn't let that show on her face, though, nor did she pry. Given what she knew about the blonde lass things weren't exactly going easy for her.
She had to wonder... was that why she wanted to talk?
"I've uh... been alright," she began. "Getting back into the swing of things after having come back after a year away's been a little bit of an adventure but I'm managing. Just, y'know, trying to keep busy is all. Studies, training, music, work... the whole shebang," Jasmine explained, a far too overdramatically tired sigh escaping her before she chuckled. "How about you, though? Jack's not too much of a pain in the ass, I hope?"
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Post by Meara O'Connor on Feb 19, 2021 5:13:31 GMT -4
Meara managed a weak smile at her friend's comment about Jack being a pain in the ass. “Oh he’s not too bad.” She said as she took a tentative sip of her coffee. “I think I beat most of his more annoying habits out of him by now.” She said in a faux serious tone. In reality though she was probably the one that was the pain in the ass at this point in their relationship. Given all the shit that she had caused or got caught up in. Honestly speaking the emotional little lizard had actually been her anchor the past few months that kept her from going completely bat shit insane. “But in all seriousness he’s been a lot of help keeping me stable emotionally for the most part. Though it does get a little old that he’s constantly apologizing about what happened.” She said, guilt in her voice at the vague mention of her hellacious past few months. She knew that he meant well by it, and was happy that he was just trying to show how much he cared for her. But it still grated on her a little, and Meara knew that it was unfair to think that way, but her pride and ego always took a hit whenever he apologized for not being there. And her guilt would inevitably flare up massively after.
She shook her head to break that train of thought, this conversation was already going to be difficult to have. Meara leaned back in her seat as she stared out into the streets and the people wandering by. “To tell you the truth Jaz, I’m a hot mess these days…” she said, turning back to her friend. “Ever since I got back Things seem to keep happening that make my life more difficult.” She said. “I know a lot of people have also been through a lot and the world isn’t actually out to get me, but damn, it honestly makes me feel like it.” She said with a sad chuckle. “I feel like I’m legitimately going insane, Jaz.” she said as she closed her eyes. “I don’t sleep really anymore and when I do…” she trailed off. “Lets just say that I don’t see puppies and rainbows.” she said after taking a deep breath. These nightmares were just the latest in a long line of shite that was pushing her to the breaking point.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 23, 2021 9:58:52 GMT -4
Jasmine snickered at Meara's response, her own experience with Jack painting the the picture of the guy being far too childish for his own good. Then again she reckoned that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Way back when Jasmine used to be the preacher of taking things far too seriously. Back then she thought that if somebody was in U.A. they should forget about a normal life and do everything in their power to succeed at what they signed up to do. It'd often end up with her getting in trouble with teachers and even other students. Now though? Now the girl had mellowed out quite a bit. If you asked her now she'd probably still be serious about life after graduation and the severity of the responsibility they'd hold as heroes... but she'd likely encourage those younger than her to spend what childhood they had left in whatever capacity they wanted.
Her mind drifted again.
She sighed softly. Back to the topic at hand.
Jasmine listened to Meara speak with keen interest, her story not at all surprising but still hard to hear all the same. "I... think I know a little of what that's like," the girl confirmed as she ran a hand against her black and gold tresses. While she stayed quiet and mulled over her thoughts she couldn't help but be reminded of her own past when faced with what Meara had just told her. All those nights spent awake in an attempt to escape her nightmares, the inherent fear of illogical danger that followed her everywhere she went, the unreasonable disgust she felt with herself because of things that were done to her. Memories came crashing down like a hail of stones and she couldn't help but sigh yet again.
One sip of her coffee quickly grounded her back in reality, though, the warm and tastefully bitter liquid sharpening the senses on which she always relied on. If there was one thing Jasmine had gotten really good at doing it was to separate emotion from logic. Emotion was all well and good, but for somebody like her it sometimes caused her an unimaginable amount of anxiety. The ability to switch that part of herself off and shift into rational thought had been saved her life far too many times. Nobody is out to get you, she'd tell herself during one of her PTSD episodes. You are safe. The past is the past. The present is the present. Think. Stay calm. You. Are. Safe.
All of that would have been Jasmine's advice to Meara... then again she wasn't sure if Meara was as fucked up as Jasmine was, less in the traditional sense and more in how much of a workaholic freak she was. That and she didn't really know if Meara was looking for advice to begin with.
"Yeah... I think I do," Jasmine echoed herself again, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned forward, resting her forearms against the table. "The fear, the nightmares, the..." third sigh today with probably more to come. "Shit feels dumb, doesn't it?" The question was more rhetorical than anything as the girl's azures drifted through the window and to the bustling street behind it. "People kept telling me there's nothing to be afraid of. That I should pull myself together like it was the easiest thing in the world to fucking do. Too bad that's not exactly how things work. Even if I knew it was dumb I couldn't help but feel scared and shit. It drove me insane."
After a brief pause of silence, Jasmine looked back to Meara again, "What you're feeling isn't wrong, per se, hun. Sucks to say but from my own experience I can tell you it's not going to ever fully go away either... but it can be coped with. Made easier. The whole shebang."
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Post by Meara O'Connor on Mar 5, 2021 18:51:34 GMT -4
Meara sighed as she listened to the other talk about their own issues and how they dealt with everything that came with them. Meara just nodded along with everything she said. All of it was exactly the same as Meara basically. The irrational fear, the nightmares, the constant reassurance that everything was gonna be ok. The last one was what really got to her. Because it didn’t feel like it was ever gonna be ok. “Yeah… Stupid…” Meara agreed. She continued to listen and the last statement Jasmine made was what really struck her. “It was never going to fully go away” that's what she had said, and as much as Meara didn’t want to believe if, in her heart of hearts she knew it was the truth.
With that Meara broke her gaze with the other blonde and went back to looking out the window as she absentmindedly stirred her coffee. Jasmine was right, there were probably ways to help deal with everything. But it still didn’t make her feel any better in the moment. And she hated that she was hoping to hear here say what she wanted to hear, how to make it all go away, instead of hearing what she really needed to hear. With a sad sigh she looked back at her friend with a sad yet appreciative look on her features. “Thanks Jaz, that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear you say, but it was definitely the truth.” She said with a light chuckle. “I guess looking over my shoulder constantly might be a benefit in the line of work we’re about to get into.” She said, cracking a weak smile.
That smile faded quickly though as she began to think about this next subject she was about to bring up. “I guess I should fill you in on how my quirk works on a base level. Before I get into the other reason I wanted to talk to you Jaz. And I apologize in advance, because this may take a second.” She said. “So in essence my body produces countless numbers of little robots I call Nanites. They kinda take the place of my red and white blood cells. Granted I still have normal blood still, it’s just some of it is made up instead of these little buggers. Anyways so they live inside me just like a cell. And they react in certain ways and can manifest into a lot of different things like my suit and it’s different functions. But they’re not just mindless bots, they react to my surroundings and sometimes on their own. Especially when I’m upset or feel threatened they get almost excited and can randomly manifest my suit or weapons.” She said before taking in a breath. “For example they tend to not let me hurt myself.” She said as she grabbed a fork from the table and went to stab her arm. But a split moment before the prongs made contact, armor suddenly appeared and blocked them. “Like that.” She said with a smile. “I also have this lil AI-like voice in my head that gives me data about how my quirk is working or where I have been injured.” She said as she tapped her head. “She’s harmless and doesn’t pop up unless I’m actively using my quirk.” She continued
Meara’s eyes suddenly dropped and her face dropped a bit as well. “However, recently a new voice has been speaking to me.” She said, her tone showing her concern. “He's different. More aggressive, and it may just be me going insane but he seems to get me to act off of my more, angry and aggressive tendencies.” She said with a pained look on her face. “Normally I would just chalk it up to me going insane from all the bullshite I just went through. But after thinking about it more, I can almost for sure say that he’s been here for a long, long time. Maybe the whole time I’ve had this quirk.” She said as her fists tightened. “But ever since the first round of the sports festival I’ve been feeling his influence on me. The fight with Jace being the prime example. I said and did some awful things to him. Things I wish I didn’t and didn’t know why I did up until now.” She said quietly. “Now after the whole kidnapping ordeal he’s been basically screaming at me every chance he gets. Telling me to let go so he can ‘protect me from feeling bad ever again.” She said as she looked away, tears forming in her eyes. “I don’t know what to do Jaz... I can’t sleep because if I’m not having dreams of the kidnapping, I’m hearing his fucking voice tell me to give in.” She said to her, the tears starting to slip down her cheeks. “I was having Yojin help me look into this but he’s gone and I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought he could help me since he was great at mechanical and robotic crap. But now that he’s gone I don’t know who to turn to…” she finished. Meara wiped her tears away as she tried to laugh it off. “Sorry for dropping so much shite on you at once Jaz, I’m trying my best to not be a hot mess right now…” she said as she took a sip of her coffee again. She admitted that she was probably asking a lot of the girl, but she didn’t really have anyone else to turn to.
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