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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Apr 25, 2020 14:26:37 GMT -4
It was a rainy day. A bit of thunder emanated in the distance. It was one of those sort of days, where Mosa used to read something very spooky, or very intense. Nothing beat that sort of books highlights being emphasized by the looming storm. Lately however, Mosa had often needed to spend the time calming Kasumi down when at home... Poor girl had always been the type to scare easily when alone. Luckily currently, she was at school. Way calmer place in the regard, that she wasn't exactly the only one to be scared by it, hopefully. For now, Mosa was allowed to do his little reading in peace...
Although the topic was for anything but relaxation. He was at work still after all. And the target this time was very special indeed. A student that had been gone for a very long time, and had been connected to quite a few people Mosa had met before... and regretfully a very important person to one, who he had tried to help in one of his harder cases... Rin Kurama. Yes, he was reading the files of the student called Jasmine. A quite bolsterous student, a target of envy for angel, and quite a roughhouser. Yet still she was seen as the person who deserved most of Rins love and graces... And supposedly, the one person she had actually trusted.
Of course, the reason why he was looking through the info so thoroughly, was cause of this. After their meeting, Rin had left the school, sadly leaving a lot of the issues that Mosa had wanted to solve open and unsolved. The tasks she had given her to take care of thus, had also fallen a bit on the backside of things. Although, He had talked to both of them. Tried to help them. He could only hope it had been enough. It was a quite a guilty trip to go through... but now, this partner of Rins, who he had considered letting her bring to a meeting with her, had now requested a meeting of their own to sit through... and since according to the files, the girl had gone to America for a while, Mosa couldn't help but wonder, what had brought her back.
Of course, this would be an introductory meeting, the sort of meeting where they both would get to know each other. Technically it wouldn't be important to dwell into it deeper than that... But Mosas curiosity had been poked. It was a weakness of his, that came from reading both mystery novels and doing philosophy: He really wanted to get to the answers in some way... although usually he was very good at keeping a slow and steady pace at it. Rushing into conclusions, or rushing into trying to get answers from people for them to answer themselves was always a bad move for their mental health. Priorities in these things were key. Whatever the situation with the girl was going to be, he was not going to prioritize satisfying his own interests... Her own mental health was the most important.
A thunder rumbled behind him, causing the stoic man to blink in mild shock. He sighed... There wasn't a lot of info at all on the girl after she had left U.A. Besides, the girls file didn't have much, aside from the fact that she got in trouble a lot due to her violent tendencies with a quite famous boy named Darren. Previous years number two in the sports festival. Of course, her vanishing had coincided with Rins leaving, so assumptions were clear... but now she was a student again... He proceeded to gather the files back into a pile and shoved them into his cupboard, replacing it with his notebook, and a fresh new pencil. He opened the notebook, and drew down a picture of how the girl had been before she had left U.A. A spunky, almost lionmaned tomboy, violent and brash, and almost always ready to trash... Mosa grinned a little. That was a little rude perhaps to think... He could try a little bit more of a clean plate approach...
The rest of Mosas room hadn't changed that much. His Desk was still under the huge windows on the wall. The huge mat filled most of the empty space, and next to the entrance door, there were two bookcases. One seemingly filled with comic books of all kinds, but also research books on things biblical and philosophical alike. The rest of the space was filled with different chairs. A simple wooden one, two arm chairs, one on each side, and the mat itself was thick enough that it was comfortable to sit on, and lie down on. However, a new thing, that he had gotten from doing his job well, was a big sofa next to one of the armchairs. It was a more stereotypical thing in his line of duties, but Mosa felt like sometimes the students should be able to lay down whatever they were doing... At this point, he was just waiting for his waited target to enter the room.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Apr 26, 2020 7:44:40 GMT -4
Plans had indeed gone awry, in many a different sense. Jasmine's goal upon returning to U.A. was a rather simple one - continue her studies, improve, become stronger... and try to shed the mistakes of her past in favor of paving the way for her new self. A self that was much more reliable to lean on and trust. Yet that hadn't gone exactly the way the ashen wolf thought it would have. Memories kept coming back, time and time again, during the night, stalking her, prowling on the lone wolf with all of its terrifying rage. Those deep eyes would keep her awake at night, making her curl into a ball and sob as the prickle of rain cascaded down the window of her lonely dorm room.
At which point Jasmine had had enough. She knew that she couldn't move on if she wasn't able to live with herself. It hadn't taken the ashen wolf long to remember that Rin had seen somebody after all of the crap with Nick had happened. The school counselor, some for of psychologist that could supposedly help her little Raven accept what had happened and move on. Degrees of success varied greatly based on what Rin herself had said about this man, but Jasmine had taken all of that with a grain of salt. Rin, much like the American herself was back then, wasn't a fan of therapists in general and considered all of it to be nothing more than hot smoke. Now, though? Now Jasmine didn't know what else to do. She was well aware that she needed to face herself and everything that had happened to her -- which was also the reason she had all of her tattoos removed to begin with -- but she wasn't exactly sure how to do any of that beyond getting drunk and crying herself to sleep.
The ashen haired lass sighed tiredly as she walked down the school hallways, tying her dark-silver hair into a bun and tucking a few bangs under her ear. Thunder rumbled outside the window, the flash of lightning illuminating the her way ominously. Emerald greens stared at the door of Mosa's office, still somewhat unsure. Yet she forced herself to move on anyway. Jasmine was sick and tired of being stuck in the same place for this long and, as a result, raised her hand to knock on the door twice.
When she'd hear the older man's voice, she'd open the door and let herself in. One of her habits was to immediately scan the room for any points of entry or escape. The windows, tall and wide, were behind the desk where the man was seated. Several chairs were strewn about the place with what she could assume was a new couch added only recently, judging by the still shining leather. A few book cases were next to the walls here and there, filled to the brim with all kinds of reading material, both educational and for downtime. Heck she'd even noticed a few comic books she'd read herself. She chuckled inwardly; maybe when this was all over with she could borrow a few of them to read on the little free time that she herself could spare.
"Good afternoon," Jasmine said, bowing her head as politely as she could. After her little run in with Hatsumomo, Jasmine had made it a point to study Japanese culture a bit more in depth. She needed to brush up on her manners, she realized. "Ganbaroshi...san? Jasmine Noir. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
"So, uh..." she then began, looking a little confused as she stepped into the cozy office and closed the door behind her. "Where do we start?"
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Apr 28, 2020 10:25:35 GMT -4
"Oh, come in. The door is open." Mosa proceeded to stand up, as Jasmine entered the room... However, just the sight of her would have probably made his face change in shock if he wasn't kind of emotionless in those things. From the pictures in the files, she had had a yellow haired mane, and a quite muscly figure. However, this sight almost reminded him of a shriveled flower, after people had forgotten to water it and not allowed it to get enough sun. It was quite a depressing sight... However, the girl herself still seemed to be quite alright with being here compared to some other clients he had had. She was clearly used to talking with people. "Good afternoon to you too." He bowed in answer... As she seemingly proceeded to stumble a little. "Don't worry. No need to use honorifics with me, if you aren't used to it. You should talk in a way that you normally speak. This isn't exactly a job interview after all." A bit of his dry wit spilled out. For now, the important part, was that Jasmine felt comfortable around him.
The girl got immediately to the point: What to do next. "Well, first of all, take a seat wherever you wish." Mosa walked over and took the armchair right next to the sofa. "Prepare mentally, that we can be here for quite a while. It's up to you how much we will talk today." Mosa had prepared an ample of amount time for them to get the introductions done, and still dip their toes into the important things. He took his notebook, and already started drawing a new picture of her into another page, like a mirror to the girl he had drawn earlier. Yet another curious detail to get to the bottom of.
"Now, I am the sort of person who likes asking a lot of questions, and I tend to talk a lot overall. However, I want to make clear, that if I ask something that you don't feel ready to answer, or just outright feel like goes too far, you can skip them. I am not going to be forcing you to speak. It's a common courtesy. That, and whatever you do tell me, will be kept a secret. And don't worry, we priests are very good at keeping secrets." At this point he was still going through the usual motions. Just to make certain, that the person he was talking to understood there was nothing to be afraid of. It was maybe a bit like handling them with cotton gloves, but there had been quite a few students who needed this slow introduction to how things worked. Besides, Mosa liked doing it this way. "And of course, if you yourself at any point have any questions to ask me, I will happily answer them to the best of my abilities."
After she had taken seat however, he proceeded to extend his hand attention grabbingly towards her. "Of course, since this is technically our first time meeting, we will start with two very simple questions: First of all, tell me about yourself. Hobbies, interests, friends, anything you want really. You can go as wide or be as subtle as you like." He made these hand motions, almost resembling someone telling somebody how big of a fish they had caught before coming here. His sense of humor was quite blunt, despite the deadpan expressions. "And secondly... How are you feeling currently? What do you expect from a meeting like this?" Both of the questions were very simple. There was no poking for information. It was literally like giving the person he was talking to a blank piece of paper, and let them write whatever they wanted on it.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on May 11, 2020 9:53:42 GMT -4
Jasmine was quick to nod back at Mosa after his own introduction, feeling somewhat relieved she wouldn't have to pay any attention to keeping up with Japan's very weird honorifics system. She didn't know what was in store for her but there was a hunch in her mind that this conversation was going to be one that would push her out of her comfort zone and as a result she was glad she didn't need to dedicate extra focus anywhere else. Remaining calm and taking things slow, Jasmine was still in the process of accounting for the size and length of the room as she proceeded to sit down on the couch upon Mosa's request. She sat on the corner furthest from the therapist and crossed her legs, leaning onto the armrest -- something of a precaution, one might say. It wasn't like the ashen wolf outright distrusted the older man, more so it was yet another habit she'd started using with people she didn't know; keep a healthy distance, you never know what might happen.
One leg on top of the other, Jasmine clasped her fingers together and rested her hands on her thigh as she listened to the instructions provided for her, nodding here and there along the way. "That's fair, school counselor and all," she chimed in with yet another nod, her twin emeralds watching the man keenly, trying to figure him out by his mannerisms... that and without even realizing it trying to size up how much of a danger he'd pose. She actually caught and mentally slapped herself there. Damn it, Jaz.
"I uh... I don't think I'll need to skip anything, just... " she snorted at the priest comment, "Alright, then I'll go ahead and ask: seeing as how you're both a therapist and a counselor at the school -- making you government employed -- I'd actually like to find out how far client confidentiality goes?" Right out the gate, Jasmine wanted to get a few things straight in her head. She was well aware of the fact that a lot of her issues likely stemmed from what had happened back in the states, which hadn't exactly been legal by any stretch of the definition. She needed the reassurance that, if she had to, she could speak about those events freely, without restraint.
She nodded at Mosa's next request. He wanted to get to know about her more than her file said. That was fair, "Well... that's kind of a good question. I don't really know? Like... I used to be into a lot of stuff about a year or so ago but now I sort of don't really have any time for myself?" The girl looked a little confused herself as she spoke, something of a nervous chuckle escaping her as she scratched her cheek sheepishly, "Because of my absence I've missed a lot of stuff, both Physical training-wise and with academics so the bulk of my time has been dedicated to catch-up... not that I mind, though. I like studying, though I'm kind of picky with what I like to study. Really been into physics lately -- trying to build on my engineering knowledge, I guess. I've also picked up on reading books in my downtime: philosophy, fiction, all kinds of stuff. Helps to kind of escape from the rat race a little bit. Beyond that, I've dedicated most of my time to physical training, both learning more and executing, and have been heavily investing myself into learning more about nutrition, stuff like that."
"As for friends, well..." Another chuckle, this one less sheepish and more... lonely. "I don't really have that many. Not that I had many to begin with, but a year away doesn't really help with holding up a decent circle of people, especially when most of the people you got along with aren't even here anymore," a shrug accompanied her words as she turned away for a brief moment, a few memories resurfacing here and there before she beat them back down into some faraway place in her mind. "No family, parents passed when I was a kid, but you probably already got that from my file. Nathan -- or Jaeger -- is my legal guardian, but I have no idea what he's up to these days."
Now that she thought about it... Jasmine really wasn't that interesting of a person as she was now. The laugh of irony actually almost left her lips. "I..." she hummed, trying to bring her thoughts together. "I don't know. Calm, but... confused? Curious? Maybe even a little desperate?" She admitted, the last part coming out a little shaky. "I've been having trouble sleeping at night -- not that that's a new thing, though it's been getting pretty bad lately -- so I've been somewhat irritable for quite a while. I'm sort of hoping to... Ah, heck knows. I guess I'd just like to understand what the hell is going on with me, y'know?"
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on May 12, 2020 11:15:29 GMT -4
For now, it seemed like Mosas new seat for the room was successfully inviting. The girl took seat on it, although at the furthest away side from him. It was to be expected. They had just met after all. However, he couldn't help but notice, that she was sort of looking at him warily, almost like a deer in a field after hearing something, almost scanning him if he was going to do something funny. For now, it was just an observation. Pointing it out would probably make the girl react awkwardly to the whole thing. So for now, Mosa just took in Jasmines answers And let those direct his thoughts more.
What surprised him more, was that the girl immediately had a question, although fittingly careful one. "Ah, I go by very personal rules. In the manner, that I usually do not share any sort of info with others, unless I have specifically gotten a permission from the person who told me. I might even ask if I can use a situation as an example to explain them to others, for example." Of course, there hadn't yet been a situation, that would have required his services on such a personal scale. Nobody had tried to pry the info from him, which mosa preferred. "I will however, report on if progress was made if the situation is a little bit more serious in the case of mental health and well being of others." After all, if a student turned out to become volatile, that could be considered a danger to the teachers. "But in your case, I would assume there is no trouble. I at least haven't been told of any such situation. and as they say..." He lowered his glasses a little bit. "Pasts ruminations are in the past. I am not going to be judging you based on that."
After that question was settled, they moved on to his own questions. The girls situation at the school had apparently started with a lot of work backed up due to her leaving for a year. However, there was that little light in the horizon. "I am happy to hear that, despite your situation, you are able to at least specialize in what you yourself like to do." As usual, Mosa had a tendency to give these tiny praises on doing something successfully. It showed that their efforts were not in vain. That and apparently she had already been working on the case of her more shriveled look, although that he didn't say out loud. "Although, we should probably find a way to organize you some time during the day when to do something not studying related..." For now the image of her was quite studious.
In the case of friends and family, the situation was more bleak. "Unfortunate, but understandable." A year was a surprisingly long time. "That and yes, I do know of your situation." Sadly, he could not provide much more info on Jaeger. He was not exactly the sort of person to pry on the situation of his heroic coworkers. "However, I will say, that heroism on its own is a very social job. In that regard, if you approach someone, I don't think there should be an issue of making new friends here."
The girl however, seemed much more shaky about the last question. She had been giggling a little throughout but... it just felt a little bit forced. In the end, she just seemed to want to know what was wrong with her. And in that Mosa was ever as encouraging. "For that, you have taken the first and most important step. Asking for help can be a very hard process. Especially in a situation like this." A very common case in all students he had met. Including the one special case from before...
However, Mosa didn't feel yet comfortable asking about that. It felt too early. First, he should concentrate on the issues she herself had brought up. "In the case of sleeping troubles, there can be quite a few reasons for it. One is naturally, that you might be nervous about your school situation. Which I will say, you don't need to worry about that much. They will certainly progress forward with the situation you are in." Of course, this was only one of the few options. "The other one is of course, that you have something else in mind. Something you either might regret, or just something that you can't stop thinking about. Kind of like those studies I mentioned." However, it could be something way deeper... "Do you have any idea what it could be?"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jun 7, 2020 14:54:26 GMT -4
As she sat and listened to the school counselor keenly, Jasmine couldn't help but hum to herself quietly. That wasn't exactly a flat out answer to her question, but it'd work well enough. All she'd really have to do was avoid mentioning any specifics about her escapades back in the states. That in itself likely warranted an investigation all by itself and Jasmine sincerely wasn't ready to deal with any of that again.
"Fair enough," she responded once more, nodding her head an affirmative. It was somewhat of a relief to know that Mosa wasn't one to judge a person based on their backstory. Far too many people did things based on certain circumstances that they weren't able to change. Jasmine was exactly one of those people who did the best she could with the hand she was dealt. Now while whatever she chose wasn't always the best choice, it was the best that she could do.
At that point, anyway. That's the whole reason people become better, right?
The wolf offered a short chuckle at Mosa's remark, smiling to herself as she glanced at her interlaced fingers. Her shoulders shrugged, "I mean it isn't like I don't enjoy studying. Guess that's just what happens when you live with only one goal in your mind and do whatever you can to reach that goal."
"Oh, yeah. I don't doubt that," Jasmine supplied. "And I'm not saying that I'm struggling making friends or anything like that. It's just..." she paused, another smile coming over her. "It's hard to find people who'd understand, so I guess I just prefer staying by myself."
Upon Mosa's question, the ashen haired lass suddenly grew quiet. Her brows furrowed as she leaned forward, elbows supporting her on her thighs. Emerald diamonds stared at the ground, thoughts aflutter. "I might," she began, her voice present but her mind seemingly somewhere else, focusing on her own thoughts and trying to process them into words. "Nah, I know what it is. I just... I have no idea why it keeps bothering me so much."
She snorted, then, a small smile coming across her as she glanced at the doctor... though that smile seemed like anything other than amused. "Care to take a guess? She's Japanese. Kinda tiny, when you think about it. Really clumsy. Super timid but has an attitude like you wouldn't believe. Has been hurt by life more times than I can count and still manages to love the world for the shithole that it is."
An ex. As her shoulders slumped, Jasmine couldn't help but consider herself pathetic to a T.
"It's all just a bad fucking joke."
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Jun 11, 2020 9:13:37 GMT -4
For now, the girl was simply agreeing, and going along with what Mosa said. Very different compared to her significant other. It was almost silly. The girl who had been described as always being a little bit meek and shy, yet very punctual when talked to, had been pretty needly and outright had felt like she had been on the offense and against talking. Meanwhile, the girl that had always talked about as rambunctious and quick to anger, and outright violent... was actually quite sensible and calm. "Having a clear goal could be considered an advantage in most places." A friendly jab. "However, like I said, the important thing is being able to balance it with other things. I could suggest a timer of sorts where you work, and after that, you concentrate on doing whatever else you want to do. Sort of splitting 'work hours' and 'procreation', you understand." Admittedly, it was sort of adding a routine on top of a routine, but sometimes people spent even their freetime on something like this.
According to her, nobody would understand her issues, so she didn't talk about them. Mosa fixed his glasses a little bit, as he wrote things down into his notebook. "To that end, the important part is sometimes just getting it out of your system, and not doing the thinking alone. Hopefully this session will provide help in that." He was not going to be forcing her to join something, if she didn't have interest in doing it. For now, the important thing was her just talking this stuff out.
Speaking of such topics... She proceeded to talk a little about her nightmares. And from her description, Mosa had an easy time guessing who she was talking about. "Yes. Rin Kurama. Quite an interesting student indeed." Perhaps interesting was a bit of an awkward word to use. A speech bubble rose from the girl, showing a drawing of the girl in their mind. The way she talked about her, and her reaction however, didn't really match. She outright slumped. "Did she tell you about our meeting? It was quite a conversation, that's for sure. Felt almost like a fist fight in manga, but in speech form." All these counter arguments reminded him of gyakuten saiban, and the investigations in those. "Although, she also praised you like you were a goddess, that is for certain. I even told her she could invite you, if you were willing to join her here."
However he stopped. He had his assumptions. Going too far in this direction when those were kind of negative, felt almost like he was going for a police interrogation angle. "But, it is clear, that she didn't come back with you." Although admittedly, even without his bluntness, this would be quite a needle to burst the bubble she was trying to keep up. "Of course, there is the option, that she is just searching for some other job, while you came here to continue your own dream." It was time to try for the first time, and see how hard she was trying to hide it.
"But it still does beg the question: what happened between you two, that has left such an impact on you?" Was it a simple break-up, or was it something much more tragic? He rubbed his jaw in thought. "It might feel like a joke to you to be effected so strongly by this, but take this from a man who makes a lot of jokes." Small black hearts surrounded the image soon enough... "Jokes can be made from anything, but every joke has a meaning behind it, no matter how small."
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 16, 2020 5:30:29 GMT -4
He spoke, Jasmine listened. She did that a lot, honestly. Just listening. Far too often people seemed to enjoy the sound their own voice made and the wolf listened just to let them get it out of their system so she could move on with her life. This guy, though? Mosa? He seemed... different. The fact that talking with people was his actual job made it obvious, but the way he spoke was somewhat... soothing. He'd offer advice, joke and jab, all in a friendly manner that made Jasmine lighten up a bit before she even realized it herself. She couldn't help but wonder why Rin'd been so apprehensive towards him all those months ago when Jasmine felt like she could even grow to like having conversations with him.
"That'd require having a life outside of your goals," she'd reply with a somewhat dry chuckle. "These days all I do is study and train. Don't really know what I'd do beyond that to be honest with you. Whatever hobbies I used to have died over the course of the last year and I honestly don't feel like I fit into the community of this school all too much. Not too many people I feel like socializing with beyond the 'hey how are you?' when I see them in the halls. Don't get me wrong the timer sounds like a good idea. I just feel like it'd be wasted on somebody who doesn't even know what to do when they procrastinate... or how to even procrastinate, for that matter."
"Maybe, but..." the girl sighed. "I'm actually kind of glad people -- barring some pros, I guess -- don't understand. Kind of hard to fathom what it feels like to see people lose their livelihood or lives, sometimes even because of you," she snorted, the info bomb seemingly out of nowhere. The wolf looked up at Mosa, "The kids at this school want to be just that - kids. So for what little time they have left to do so, I say let them."
"She did, actually," Jasmine confirmed, nodding. Then chuckled, "And I wish I could say she gave you the same praise she gave me. Probably best I don't get into the details beyond just the fact that she really didn't like you. Don't think it was you, though. Rin had this unhealthy distaste for this type of stuff. Guess it was because of the shit work therapy did when she was a kid. Who knows? She's a mystery to me, even to this day."
"Oh yeah? What gave it away?" A friendly jab back from her. "And maybe, though I assume if that was the case she'd tell me about it. I know her, so I can't help but worry something's happened or she's doing something stupidly reckless."
"What happened between us, huh...? I mean, what didn't happen, honestly," Jasmine replied, though it was more like she was talking to herself rather than Mosa. "My demons. Rin's demons. The people at this school. The people beyond this school..." a pause followed, and the very briefest of sheer sinister anger and resentment flashed through the wolf's eyes at that very moment, "...Nick..." it was gone as quickly as it came. "She and I have been through thick and thin together and that's not even mentioning the crap that found us in the states too. All of it. Together. Helping each other out."
"She was my home and I was hers," the third-year explained matter-of-factly. "And to have that just disappear, just... feel like it's been ripped away from you without knowing how or why..."
"I know it's not a joke. This has been the deepest connection I have ever had with anybody and it's just... too hard to let go. I don't even know if I want to let go. At least not until I know why she left in the first place."
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Jul 19, 2020 7:40:45 GMT -4
Sadly, as relaxed as Jasmine was getting whilst talking to him, her thoughts on his suggestions were sort of melancholy. According to her, she just really didn't have anything else to do, but get better. Not many people she could go talk with aside from casual small talk. Apparently the timer idea would just end up used for timing how much procrastinating she would do. And naturally, that was something they didn't want. Mosas hand went over to his jaw, as he momentarily sank in his thoughts. "It is sadly natural. Going away, and then returning, things change so much that it's hard to get into the swing of things again." He wrote something again. His next suggestion. "Of course, if trying to return to something like the art club would feel weird for you currently... One way to do it would be to start again with complete strangers. Take a course outside of the school with one of the more public options. I could recommend something, if you are interested." As a priest, he always got a couple of brochures handy for places to get stress off of your shoulders. Of course, he himself had found his own way of relieving stress, but for moments like these, they usually came in handy.
His offer was a little bit emphasized by her calling the other students 'kids'. It was certain she at least felt like she was at a different level of maturity compared to the rest of them. It did sort of feel like he was talking to an adult in some ways. But, similarly, there were some ways which still showed that familiar inexperience towards the bigger things in life. "People don't always need to completely understand to listen." Part of the reason why these sessions were reserved a lot of time. Sometimes it took effort.
Mosa looked a little wistful hearing, that Rin hadn't exactly given such a good picture about him to her. "...oh." He was quite monotone, but that made these little changes feel a bit more poignant. Although luckily it didn't seem like she was blaming his actions for it, putting it more towards her childhood. However, he regained his composure, as the girl proceeded to admit, that she didn't actually know that much about her. Admittedly, his poke may have been a bit rude, so the slight jab was deserved. Overall, the girl just seemed to have this aura of confusion about her girlfriend... and all of the things that had collided to make it happen. Even Nick was mentioned.
And of course, her not being around anymore had a clear effect on her. "I assume that is the reason why you are here now." Another one of those moments of 'spelling out the obvious'. Since her girlfriend had vanished, she probably didn't have that much to do. Or much of a reason to stay in America anyway. "Whatever the case, don't feel like you need to let them go. After all, you may have had both good and bad times, but the good times will bring you joy in times you truly need it." Be it her finding somebody else to love, or actually finding her again and making things clear between each other, it was not like there was a problem in it. "The important thing is for it to not prevent you from moving on and doing things in your life. There are still things to do here, that can be enjoyable. You just have to be ready to face them with a semi-open mind." A person was allowed to have their reservations after all.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 19, 2020 9:45:28 GMT -4
"Oh don't get me wrong, it's-..." the girl sighed tiredly as she slumped back in her chair, her butt sliding off it just a tad as her head pushed back against the backrest. "How do I explain it better... I'm not really complaining, but..." For the first time today, Jasmine had found herself a little lost for words, which didn't often happen to her. "I was well aware that things had likely changed when I made the decision to return to U.A. I made peace with the idea that many of the people I know from before weren't here anymore, or if they were they likely weren't the same. Heck, considering everything that's happening with this school on a daily basis I had actually accepted that some of them might even be dead."
"Guess that's just the reality we live in."
"I... I am alone. No matter how you slice it, I am. I'm not saying that as a bad thing or to complain about it. I just feel... comfortable, I guess. Could I make connections if I tried? Like, really tried?" she glanced at Mosa. "Probably. I just... even if I'm alone, I don't feel lonely. Not like that, anyway. I sometimes do -- who doesn't -- but it's not often enough to make me rethink how I want to carry myself. Does that make sense? Makes sense in my head."
Growing silent for a few brief moments, Jasmine ruffled her bangs with her hand, "Understood. Not understood. Listening or not... I don't think it really matters, at the end of the day." She'd quieted down again, trying to pick and choose the words she needed to say for her argument to even make any remote kind of sense. "I just do what I believe I have to do to achieve my goals. As long as the people I care about and society at large feel a little safer as a result of my actions, I don't mind being the odd one out."
"...yeah," she confirmed with a slow nod of her head. "I don't want to get rid of them," she said, adamantly. "But what I do want is for them to stop haunting me. Some parts of my life -- the good, the bad -- all of those I have learned from. Many of them I cherish. But none of them haunt me like the time with Rin does. I think, in hindsight... I'm just unable to move on, just like you said I should. And I... honestly I don't really know how to."
"How... how do you move on without letting go?" She asked, then again that question wasn't directed to Mosa specifically, but rather an open question. One she was just as likely asking herself as anybody else. With no answer in sight, she thought she might've misunderstood the idea of letting go in the first place. She didn't even know anymore.
"You know what, maybe... maybe I do need to try to switch things up. I'd uh... I think I'd like the recommendation."
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Jul 21, 2020 10:20:12 GMT -4
Mosa was actually a little bit surprised to hear Jasmines words. The way she explained it, it was clear that she had completely expected this, and that there wouldn't really be anyone for her to come back to. Her image of the school itself was outright negative. And in the end, she just admitted how alone she felt. And yet she didn't mind it that much. Or so she atleast said. According to HERSELF she could make friends, if she tried. It was a little bit of a weird way to put it, but Mosa somewhat understood her: She didn't feel like she needed people around herself often enough to want to do it.
Her saying she was alright with being 'the odd one out', did give Mosa a little thing to intercept with. "If you want, you can be. All I am saying is, you don't need to be." That was the choice. In the end, he couldn't really do much, if the person themselves didn't want to do something about it. In that regard, only thing he really could do, was encourage her to do new things, get into groups, and what not. "It will always be you, who makes the final decision on the matter of course."
However, it was not like he felt they were not making progress. The issue was clear. She couldn't get Rin out of her mind. And it kept coming back. But, to this, Mosa had something more to say. "Currently you are in a similar situation as many people whose close ones have died. It is one of those things, where reuniting stops being a possibility, and accepting it becomes a must to move on." He raised his hand a little, making vain motions, doing something. "In that regard, every single one of us has a different way to cope. Some talk with others, some draw pictures, some take the ashes home and some just make sure their sacrifices are remembered... But in the end..." He leaned a little bit towards her, staring her into her soul. "Everyone tries to get that feeling out in some way. You just need to find that way, and follow it to the best of your abilities."
with her outright asking for options, Mosa was happy to provide, he slipped his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a simple brochure. "Pardon my readiness. Part of my job is learning about the student a little, and this happened to be here, when I was thinking about these things." It was a very simple brochure... Art classes. A simple group, where if you wanted an assistant could tell you how to better your work, or simply do things on your own. the text in it also implied that sometimes they would bring naked models for form training, and sometimes more famed artists to tell them of their work. "I learned that you were the leader of the art club, or at least a part of it. And art usually gives people a way to get the feelings out as something physical. Something visible that you can make contact with. Some even use them to predict what goes in peoples heads." he pulled out one of the classic pictures of an ink splatter. "Sometimes I do it myself because it really shows peoples different viewpoints. If you want, as a student I could maybe be able to get you a spot in the course without you needing to pay for it." A brief smile grew on his lips.
"Then of course, if you want to just stick to doing what you do now... You can try and dedicate your work to Rin Kurama. Keep talking about her. With that, whatever the case maybe, you keep the memory of her alive." Of course, the girl might still be around. But with her whereabouts being uncertain, there was not much they could do other than this. "Acceptance. That is what moving on without letting go is. Atleast in my eyes." As always, the choice was hers.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jul 30, 2020 5:20:42 GMT -4
In light of the conversation between the two of them, Jasmine had stayed relatively quiet. The girl had chosen to simply listen as the older man spoke, taking his words and pondering over them. Even if she'd been hard pressed to outright admit it, Jasmine knew she'd been a little... cold. Hard to approach, perhaps. There were a few reasons she could come up with as for why she was why she was -- given all she'd lost already it was just easier to not make any new connections. Cherish the very few that you have and make sure you protect them with everything you have.
It was, after all, easier to protect a few than a dozen.
A soft sigh left Jasmine's lips. It wasn't like they weren't making any progress. It was the exact opposite -- even this relatively short dialogue was enough to spur a myriad of thoughts and ideas for her to consider. Was she truly happy with the way things were? Mosa was right - all of this was her own choice and if she was ever unhappy it was ultimately her own fault. Regardless of any obstacles in her way, any outside forces poking her way of life with a searing hot iron, Jasmine and nobody else was the master of her own happiness. She knew this. It seemed simple. And at the same time so very complicated.
She'd listened to the therapist and had barely even moved from her seat... up until the point of him making the vague and maybe unintentional implication that Rin had passed. Her head raised, then, eyes glistening into a glare that must have felt like a dagger shot directly at the man's skull. She's not dead, damn it!, Jasmine growled in her head. Yet the glare faded as quickly as it appeared as the ashen haired third year lowered her head. The wolf heard and understood what Mosa was saying but in her heart there was still turmoil. She couldn't explain it for the life of her, but she knew that Rin wasn't dead. But at the same time...
How was she supposed to live at this very moment when that knowledge is what haunted her, and she couldn't even find her?
"Sorry, jerk reaction," she said, referencing the light glare as she composed yourself. The third year took a brief moment to stare at her open hand. She could still remember how a drawing pen felt between her fingers whenever she'd get ready to draw. The scent of fresh paint and the touch of a bare canvas. It was a fond memory, one that she'd relegated to letting go of in lieu of not being reminded of everything she'd lost, but... "Honestly... I think you're right. Or, well... I'm willing to try, at the very least. To accept and move on, so..." She looked up at him again, her features much softer than they'd been a few minutes prior. "Yeah, I think I'd like that. To try art again. If it's not too much trouble."
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Aug 3, 2020 4:55:38 GMT -4
The girl had been on the quite quiet side for a little while, as he had been allowed to just go on and on. One one hand, it might have showed that she was truly mulling these things over. Letting the ideas sink in and mix with her own thoughts. This was one of those things which Therapy was all about. The idea wasn't to try and fix everything in one go. Therapy wasn't like being a regular doctor. You couldn't just remove a part of a persons psyche. The idea was, that the person would come to the conclusion themselves, and then come up with an idea of their own, how to do it. If you forced a change like this, it would have an awkward effect.
Which is why, when she suddenly gave him a glare that told him to stop, he did. For a moment, he didn't say a thing. Perhaps he had gone a little bit too far with the whole 'devoting herself to her memory' thing. In the end however, she was the one who apologized for it. Mosa wrote a little thing into his notebook. "No need to apologize. We are supposed to be going at your own pace here. If you don't feel comfortable talking about things like this yet, we can always talk about something else." However, his opinion still stood: The girl had clearly actually thought about the things he was saying. It was a good sign.
In the end, the girl admitted her need for help. And with that, she was ready to get back into art. "You just need to fill in the sign-up form, and that should do the trick. I'll inform the staff about how we have set things up for you, if that's alright? Don't want them to wonder why a little bit of money is going away every now and then." A little joke. He had a permission to do stuff like this, so it wasn't that big of a deal. "If you want amateurish critique on your work, you can always send it to me via phone. I love seeing art of different kinds." That and it would allow him to see if she was following through with her plans.
"I suppose we could end there for now." He lifted his head from the notebook, and looked at her. "Would you like us to already put the next time we meet on the calendar, or would you like to just call me if you especially need it? Neither is more trouble than the other, I assure you." For a first session, this meeting had been quite simple. Although Just in case, Mosa proceeded to ask one more thing. "Unless you still have something you want to ask?" Leaving things to mull over was normal, but sometimes it was better to get a simple answer if there was any actual confusion.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Aug 9, 2020 18:27:30 GMT -4
Jasmine nodded. She still felt a little guilty about that glare from earlier but at the same time super glad Mosa hadn't called her out on it. These days the wolf found herself struggling to keep her composure whenever Rin's name was brought up in the wrong way, which was unusual. Beyond that, though, she was actually kind of surprised by how prepared Mosa was for nearly everything. All she had to do was agree and the guy was already talking about passing papers her way. Heh.
"Thanks, doc. I really do appreciate this," she said. While Jasmine was still definitively unsure if going back go art was a good idea, she was willing to give it a shot. Drawing of all kinds used to be her thing. Her place of respite. An area of activity that allowed her brain to wind down and think things through. Relax. Yet, now, after recent events... that has unfortunately done a complete one-eighty. She sighed at her own train of thought.
What I wouldn't give...
She killed that train of thought before it bore any fruit.
"Deal," she said. "I uh... I might be a bit rusty but I... kinda used to be pretty good..." She pulled her phone out when a thought occurred to her. She was never one to actually boast about her work, as old as it was, but... maybe some feedback, whatever it was, would do her some good. With that thought in mind, the wolf quickly browsed through her phone and, before long, hoisted it up with its screen facing Mosa, showing off a piece of graffiti she'd done on a wall in New York during the first week of Spring Break. "I uh... this is my friend. Keira. Drew it for her birthday. She always thought gas masks looked cool. Think she would've liked this."
A memory. A small smile. Keep moving on, Jaz.
"In any case, thank you for your time, doc. I'll sign up to class. Maybe... maybe see if I can rejoin the arts club too," she said as she got up, still a little thoughtful but focused enough. "I'll send whatever I draw first your way. Please go easy on me," that last part was a little bit of a jest, and as a result she showed a small smile which was, surprisingly, not at all forced.
While she definitely had more questions than answers now, Jasmine felt like they were more streamlined now. Like they... made sense.
At the end of the day, the wolf definitely was glad she came.
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Aug 10, 2020 10:41:29 GMT -4
Jasmine thanked him for his efforts. Always nice, that was for sure. But surprisingly, when he offered himself to critique her art, the girl already had something in her phone to show him. It was a stylized graffiti of a girl in a gas mask with her hood on. He gave off a smile looking at it. As a fan of comic books, he had always loved the cartoony artstyle of things, and this certainly fit the bill. "I do love this contrast of colors. That streak from her eye certainly adds a lot of emotion into it." Admittedly, with how her personality had been before, he should have guessed that she was into graffiti, or well, street art. It had that certain unruly flavor to it. And, despite the girl clearly showing signs of change... It was pretty clear to him there was still a spark in there.
Looking as she went, she told him that she would sent her first creation his way. "Oh, don't you worry. I am not exactly a professional enough to go super harsh on anything." But to his surprise, there was a hint of a smile. And it was not in reaction to any sort of joke. In the end, he could only hope it was a sign, that good things were coming her way again.
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