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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Jul 14, 2020 4:45:48 GMT -4
Nimue would walk from the art room towards the infirmary. She had not heard from Miku yet that Beaumont had joined the art class, that was still the question if her apprentice had time to tell her this but still, she thought he might still be a little shy which was why she had brought some art supplies from the room to the infirmary. She put the sketchbooks and grey pencils on the table that was there if you opened the door in the infirmary. It might help that she was here in case someone broke an ankle or strained it and anything that she would not have to be found and distracted. She would be fine with being here and she was sure the silence might help Beaumont to talk to her again and she looked around but Kuro wasn't here, he was probably with Yasashi or Jack at this point. She would bump into him eventually again and she still was a little afraid that Kuro was angry at her for going missing and staying another week away from the home but he seemed to be okay with her, it might be worth to ask it any time soon though.
For now, it was important to get ready for her little drawing meeting. She had brought other stuff as well if Beaumont did not feel like drawing but she wanted to try it for him, every piece of art, whether it was an accurate sketch or something modern, dadaism, there was a way to learn about it and she took some of her art books from home, one with examples and one with how to start and she hoped she wasn't giving him too much pressure. She looked around and put on the kettle on the little heater that she got and got the cups. This supposes to be a moment where she would ask him and talk to him on a not teacher and student level but she also wanted to ask him about his class, it was maybe a sort of information before she was starting her first class, she already knew him, Niji and Jin, so it would be an interesting meeting next week when she was holding officially her first class for the students.
Now she had checked the email if Beaumont sent her that he would not rather come, but nothing, she had emailed him yesterday in the late afternoon about this idea and that she had checked his timetable for the right time, surely it was just after school but she would rather stay to give him a little more time then run home and relax, this was indirectly relaxing too after all.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 16, 2020 10:26:15 GMT -4
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It wasn't long after Nimue helped him out that she suddenly disappeared and it felt like the universe was threatening to push him down and refuse to let him get back up on his feet. As though it was taunting him, pushing him, asking the boy why do you keep trying? Why don't you just let the rubble bury you alive and be done with it, you don't belong here...do you? Beaumont couldn't let it get the best of him...he couldn't let all of her faith in him crumble and fall apart all for naught. Keep going, keep trying, keep pushing forward and don't stop until that final breath was choked out of him.
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Feeling like he was regressing with no where to turn, he kept himself away from others soon after classes and avoided Colt like the plague in fear of falling apart all over again. If he was turned away the moment he actually needed someone...he knew what was going to happen. The broken boy knew he was going to just let the pieces fall and not bother picking them up, he'd walk all over those pieces and keep going until he was gone. He'd keep going far, far away and accept that he made a mistake trying to be a pro hero and apologize to his family for wasting their money on such a foolish dream. Lucky for him...Colt didn't give a shit about Beaumont's well being and hadn't bothered to reach out or care to ask how he is, let alone how his day was.
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Alone and feeling like a burden...
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...just like he did in the hospital when his parents had to dump all that money into saving his damn near worthless life...
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Nimue saw value in his broken soul, not even his childhood friend could...so it hurt to find out that the woman who swept in to rescue him was in danger for a time. There was nothing he could do, both because he wasn't allowed and his mind was so goddamn broken that he couldn't come up with anything. All his thoughts flooded with were is she alive, dead, will we ever see her again and it was grating away at his sanity. It felt like he could snap at any second and it was terrifying, every day was like living through a horror movie and he was struggling to function as a human being. Beaumont took refuge in his studies and though his grades were like a bunch of freaking bright ass rainbows, he was a far cry from okay.
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A burden, that's what he felt like and he was too scared to reach out to even William or Desmoshi...because even someone being reasonably busy would cut him too deep and he'd bleed out until there was nothing left. It was better to endure and hang in there all alone as he was realizing he'd been doing for years. Colt was there...but he was never really there...he was like a stuffed animal that offered comfort when he held it, but nothing of value was spoken back to him. Everything about that dawning on him hurt so damn much...that his childhood friend didn't give a shit about what he said, it was like talking to a teddy bear that offered a pre-recorded message back at best if he was lucky. How many friends of his were like this...the few he called friends...were they all like Colt?
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Was he just...some sort of formality in their lives and he was just there to exist?
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A cold, emotionless husk of himself would take over in public and he was almost certain everyone thought he was full of himself or too good to talk to his peers aside from dealing with formalities. Truth was, he felt like he wasn't good enough and it would be a waste of their precious time to bother with him. So he did what he could to carry on and keep going all the same...just keep studying and deal with the only thing in his control until things got better. It was slowly driving him mad, just wanting closure...then one day, he got closure. Nimue Nakahara was alive and doing okay...she wasn't dead.
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Though without a doubt, he felt better...he wasn't quite there...
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The way he felt was comparable to a child watching their mother in the hospital through a thick pane of glass, only allowed to watch and wait. No updates, nothing, just left hanging on a string made of numerous threads called maybes. Each slowly snapping and breaking as things look more and more bleak. Hope was dwindling away...all until that fateful moment when the nurse lets them know their mom was going to be okay...but they couldn't be at her side right now.
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Everything was still settling in, the shock of what happened and he was trying to process it all.
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When he finally checked his e-mail, the biology teacher let him know they were going to meet today and that message was from yesterday! Making his way to the infirmary in a rush, he made his way through the doors out of breath and ran to the green haired hero as tears began rolling down his cheeks. The boy was like a soldier who had been off at war for years and thought that the mother he left behind was gone. As though everything he fought for was torn away from him and this was all he had left in such a cruel world...reaching out, he brought her into a hug and choked out a simple "...you came back..."
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In that moment, it's all he could manage...just needed a moment to accept that things weren't so bad and someone who believed in him even at his worst was still there. Everyone seemed to act like everything was fine and carried on with their day as though what happened to her was normal. It wasn't, he wasn't going to treat it like something so terrible was just hey well what can you do ha ha. Beaumont's problem, if one could call it that...is he cared too much and that's why he closed himself off for all those years....
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Jul 20, 2020 3:37:02 GMT -4
She had not expected the way today would go, especially not when looking at the end of the day. She had honestly made a promise with Beaumont that she would help him with finding things to do outside studying for school and so on. So that was her suggestion. She had missed two weeks of school, the first week she had stayed in the compound of the Plutocracy somewhere at the outskirts of Tokyo and had been found by not only her boyfriend but thank god also the hero team. It had felt much longer than a week when she was there, with the lights constantly only and barely being able to sleep. It had bruised and abused her for so long that she had to stay at least three days in the hospital. The new healing programs would go fine and she was a healer herself so they dared to trust her to go home and keep an eye on herself. She had stayed the rest of the week with Giovanni and he kept a close eye on her. Not being able to walk alone to another room or he would come rushing down to hold her while she was fine. She felt fine, nothing was going on anymore. Apart from being unable to sleep properly.
But she was quite rested for that Monday and today was even better and thus she had taken the time to inform Giovanni that she was going to stay at work a little longer for fun activities and would work with the art club, that it was only one member was just a silly detail. Nimue would wait for Monty, trying not to worry about the past as it already happened. But with the results come in and the issue they created she had decided not to quit. But to work harder and prove that a lousy kidnapping like that would not kill her spirits and would make her fight even more. She was going to do this because she could, she was going to do this because she had people she wanted to protect, in spirit still but also out there and when Monty came in and hugged her. It was only proof of why she wanted to do this.
"Ssssh ssssh, it's okay. It's okay." She kept saying as she held the tall boy in her arms as well. "Of course, I came back." Not many had reacted his way, but then again how would you react? She did not want to say there was a standard reaction, she did not know how some people would be without emotion either. She felt tears sting in the corner of her eye but she held Beaumont as good as she could and try to calm him down. Maybe art would be later, maybe she should ask him how he was doing and if he want to talk about it. She had not pushed for answers last time but it was clear that he was still hurt and that her disappearance or kidnapping had not made matters better. "Want to talk? Let me make you a tea, okay?"
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 20, 2020 8:26:12 GMT -4
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In a world where it felt like everything was going wrong, it was finally right again...to some capacity or another, things were going to be better. Still...he fell apart as he slowly picked up the pieces while practically clinging onto the maternal figure in his life. Nimue was really there and the nightmare was over, her words and calm tone reaching out to soothe his broken soul as though to mend the cracks and pull them back together. For a moment...he was shaking, trembling as though he'd been walking through the rain and smacked with an ice cold breeze to remind him of the storm. Gradually...he found a sense of peace and eased his grasp upon her as she offered to make tea and took a step back.
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Beaumont was just so grateful that she not only survived...but this woman was strong enough to come back.
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Things wouldn't be the same if she didn't come back...life would go on, they'd replace her, but it would never be the same. There would have been a void, as though someone tried to plant a tree without the right soil, only leaving gravel among the roots and expect it to grow. That's how profound of an impact Nimue made on him, he was sure others felt the same...he couldn't be the only one who saw how important she was to those around her. It's not part of her job to keep people like him who hardly made the cut around, there were no obligations of that kind...most would most likely have supported his view of how he didn't belong here.
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Even though he felt like a fluke success, it was still an opportunity all the same...and apparently, Nimue saw something he couldn't that made her feel as though he was important enough to encourage. Maybe it's because his heart was in the right place? After all, every judgement call he made up to this point is because he firmly believed beyond reasonable doubt that it was the right thing to do. Supporting the efforts of his upperclassmen in aiding the community, calling out a member of the corrupt DC for their nasty attitude, helping civilians in a time of crisis, protecting civilians after the trap card of self defense was flipped? All of it was because he was confident in it being the right thing to do and he would do it all over again. No regrets, not a single one...even allowing himself to drift away from Colt rather than cling for dear life....maybe that's the one thing he'd change.
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Leave Colt's side sooner...yeah...then it wouldn't hurt so damn much, would it...
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"...I suppose...talking over tea might be the wise thing to do, it didn't do me any favors to keep quiet as long as I did before..." Repeating mistakes was never a smart move, so one could say he was being a bit stupid in how he clammed up all over again. Nimue made him feel comfortable enough to speak...it was still challenging to speak to new people. With all his heart...he wanted to grow and improve...but there was a reasonable fumble upon his road to recovery. No matter, he was dedicated to get back on track...
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Jul 20, 2020 13:38:34 GMT -4
When he let her go, she tousled his hair a little with a careful look on her face and yet a kind smile. She would turn to the little stove that she had and turned it on, the next step was filling the old fashioned kettle with new clean water and putting it on. She prepared two little cups on the table, a little saucer for their teabags and a display tea box where he could pick his flavour. She would put everything and went to sit down opposite her student and looked at him. Making sure Monty was looking at her or else she would take his chin softly in her hand and make him look up to me. "There is no shame in that. We live in a world that wants to tell us so much but we don't want to listen. There are the few that will and it takes some time to find new friends that want to listen, I am always willing to listen so you can always come to me and talk to me." She would tell him later, today maybe or not, that she would be his new teacher, maybe it would give him something more to think about, something more to add to their conversation.
The kettle whistled so she got up and poured the hot water in both cups and took a chamomile tea from the box and put one in the cup of Beaumont if he had not picked one and one in her own. She would think that a calming sort of tea would be perfect. "We could draw in a bit but I am here for you, so any question or anything you want to say, you can." And she hoped he did. She did not want to be a counsellor, they got a pretty good one at Yuuei for such things but she wanted students to understand she was there for them as well, whenever they felt like sharing. She had tried her very best to make sure Monty felt alright and had things to focus on but she needed to know more if she wanted to consider what to do and she would soon be his homeroom teacher and well hopefully that would give him a little more ease here at Yuuei.
She was glad though to hear that someone was happy with her return, again she knew that some others were as well but she was there for him and she wanted to make sure she would be there for him. She wanted to be there for every one of her students and she definitely had to make sure that she wasn't going to make a mistake in her first class by showing too much care for someone like Monty, nope she would be as neutral as she could be. Luckily she already knew Jin and Niji as well, that helped a little to make it less. So that was something to work with but these young students they needed a guide and she would be there, for every step that they were going through.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 27, 2020 1:31:50 GMT -4
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Part of him was trying to keep his mouth shut, force him to lock up like a vault and not so much as let out a peep about all the things bothering him. Though at first glance, he seemed completely calm, cool and collected as he took a seat. A moment more of observation would reveal there was a subtle shake to his hands as his nerves went out of their way to remind him that he was definitely not okay. Pretend like things were fine long enough and maybe they would be, right? Well, that method had done him very little favors up until this point...so maybe it was about time he spoke up.
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Over and over, he rolled the source of his pain through his thoughts as though trying to make sense of it all. It didn't help that Nimue was ripped away and he forced himself to just become like a robot as an effort to cope, that made things worse and his mind played tricks on him here and there in that time. The boy's gaze rest upon an empty canvas, something he felt he could relate to...but shouldn't. Was there anything good about being a blank slate at the age of fifteen? That's when his thoughts were cut off s she grasped upon his chin to redirect his focus and he heard her out, listened as best as he could.
But would he ever hear what the world around him was trying to say outside of save me? Was he really someone worth befriending, or a complete waste of time...? Colt knew him for years, so many years and he no longer saw value in him, so of course that didn't exactly give him any warm, fuzzy feelings. No one in their right mind should feel good about themselves after that, right? Furrowing his brows he had a question...maybe she had the answer...
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"Should I feel okay, Nimue? Someone who was my only friend, a person who's been there for most of my life, they refused to listen or talk to me when they decided out of the blue that what I had to say didn't matter. Instead, they pushed me away in a time of crisis and only speak to me when it's to remind me that I'm not needed..." There was legitimate confusion in his voice as he spoke those words because once again, he found himself feeling lost all over again. Not like someone trying to be a smart ass, but he was truly baffled over if he should be feeling okay about that.
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Someone like Nimue was far more social and comprehended things that were normal for the world around them, so she seemed like a pretty wise person to ask. Yet at the same time...he wasn't sure if Colt was right in what he did or how he's been treating him. "...he hasn't reached out, nor did he show any concern...just...nothing. When you disappeared...it made me feel worse because I...realized how alone I really was, how I was truly alone without someone there to support me. Is it normal to feel hurt about all of this...or...should I feel...okay...?" Maybe this was normal and he needed to learn to accept that...right now...he wanted closure of some kind, an answer...something...
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Jul 27, 2020 8:08:44 GMT -4
Life would never be easy, if it was smooth sailing it would become a question if everything was worth and what if you got all you wanted, was it actually what you wanted? There were so many questions on everything and she was actually wondering about it and yet, no one was satisfied if they had another setback after another and she was a little worried but she could not help Monty if he did not open his mouth and that's why she softly tugged on his chin to make him look at her. That's why she gave him a soft smile and encouraged him to talk. They could draw after, the paper would always be there, she wondered if he already went to the art club or not. Something to ask Miku for sure. She wasn't going to push it but it would only be more obvious to her that he needed more contacts and definitely different ones. Maybe she should tell him already that she would be his conscious. That she would listen and help him no matter what because she soon would be his homeroom teacher. But as he seemed to show that he would talk, she would not say anything yet because she should not interrupt his talking.
He looked confused and maybe even hurt without him realizing it and she watched him carefully. "You don't have to feel okay at all." Not in the same situation as Beaumont at this point in her life but there had been moments where she wondered how to feel and if it was okay to rather feel nothing at all and to just lay on the couch, hoping that tomorrow would be better than today. She would listen, make sure he was finished talking before she opened her mouth. Yes, she was worried but she was also here to guide him so she was going to do that. She wasn't a psychiatrist but she was someone with experience and someone who knew a little bit about this subject anyway. It was nothing comparable, but god how she hated her friends from South Africa stopped texting her or how they kept parties and all the gatsby trips and just going to the beach and they forgot to even text her for her birthday. It was too close to Christmas and summer so they kept forgetting. It was until she realized she had people waiting here or people she could meet that it was easier to let go. There was no need to blame yourself but also no need to be hard for yourself as Monty was. She had no idea how Colt felt but at this moment, Monty was her concern.
"Listen to me very carefully. People push themselves because the world shows all the perfect sides of everyone their lives. All those social media things and all the world is focused on smiling and being happy. You don't have to be happy, what happened to you is a very big bummer and it makes sense that you feel blue and tired and unsure. That is very human and you can embrace it and make it very known to yourself that you aren't crazy. You guys were best friends and Colt spread his wings and wanted to try new things. Take a break from him too Beaumont. Give him the space and most of all give yourself the space. You are not alone here, there are a lot of students who would love to be your friend and there are also enough shy or new first years that don't know what to do themselves either. Did you join the art club already?" Maybe she should push a little and make an appointment for him with Miku or Honey and Kumoko. "You are as normal as we all can be in these strange new quirked times." She tried to tease a little, make him smile a little and she kept her eyes on him to make sure it was going in the right direction.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 27, 2020 20:15:07 GMT -4
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...so this wasn't abnormal or anything of that nature?
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Feeling how he did...it's not like he had to be okay all the time?
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It felt as though a heavy weight was getting lifted from his shoulders, slowly but surely. There were such tall orders and expectations he laid out for himself as a means of trying to be the best he could be. Neglecting his own well-being until it was too late...god...what a horrible broken record to keep on playing. On loop, no break, no stops, it just kept going for years on end and...Colt had...watched him fall. Almost like he was...waiting...waiting for him to fall apart so there would be something to fix in the past.
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No, no way...
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There's no way Colt was that sort of person...right? No matter how much that boy hurt him, he was trying to give him the benefit of a doubt. All he wanted to do was grow and become a better hero...without him...away from him, not to be spiteful, right? This is exactly why it was like some sort of fight to get logic versus anxiety turning him into the mess he's become, because he honestly felt conflicted about how he was treated. It didn't seem like Colt, not the one he grew up with...but all at the same time...he did?
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After listening to Nimue's words, it's like she was a swift breeze that helped dust settle on the battlefield. Nothing about her words felt wrong, they felt reasonable and had layers of truth to them. It wasn't going to be easy...but she was right. He needed to let Colt do what it is he wants to do, even if it's trying to cook again. More importantly, though? He needed to sort out who he was and use this space to get himself in order.
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Every time he looked in the mirror as of late, it was like looking at a stranger he'd seen in passing. The face he saw was a familiar one, but he never knew it at all. That boy who would look back at him in his own reflection was someone who didn't have a chance to grow or know himself at all. Everything revolved around Colt and making Colt happy and Colt...just everything was about him. Then again...it's not like they had anyone else to meet or know, so maybe Colt saw better things around him and wanted to throw him off to the side....
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....if someone who knew him for most of his life didn't want him around, what made this woman think there were people who would want him around? What made her think that people would want to be his friend...he had to find out for himself, didn't he? The only way to get through this was to keep moving forward and take everything he was leaving behind as a lesson on this journey. Oh boy, but when she asked him about whether or not he joined the art club yet, he looked completely embarrassed and averted his gaze away for a moment. "A-ah! Um! N..no...not yet...s-sorry..."
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When she spoke about how he was as normal as can be in these times, he couldn't help but crack a smile, it was something about the way she said it that stirred a chuckle from him as he muttered a soft, "...thank you..." Finally taking the cup, he sipped upon the tea and his nerves were far less rattled than before. It was like being in the presence of his mother, but better since she was always insisting that at least Colt's there, Colt's your friend. This was someone who completely believed in him and wanted to see him become all the more familiar with that blonde in the mirror.
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...and geeze...
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This was the second time she came to his rescue...
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"...I don't know what kind of person you see in me...but I feel as though Colt saw what I did for the longest time..." The reflection of himself looking back at him in the hot tea, "...nothing. I saw a stranger in every glass pane and mirror, the only person I thought I knew was the one beside me...Colt...but he's not here anymore." His stomach knotted up a bit as it felt like something squeezed at his chest, threatening to stop his heart, "...and...and I don't think I want him to be around...he's made it clear that behind closed doors, I'm nothing more than a piece of the furniture. I...need to figure out how to get out of my dorm room, but it's going to take some time...I just hope they honor my request."
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Colt had pushed him so far away that he was just another face in the crowd and worse of all? Colt made it crystal clear that he didn't want to trust him or listen to him, his words were empty and meaningless to the healer. With a sad smile lingering with traces of newfound hope, a sigh passed his lips before taking another sip of tea. Moving out would be a good idea...just a matter of getting it approved.
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Jul 28, 2020 8:45:36 GMT -4
Everyone struggled with questions that they hide for the outside world, the things they did not want to discuss, did not want to consider or ask themselves. It was the human being that tried to forget matters and avoid matters because they could. That did not make it better and Nimue wondered so much when listening to Beaumont how Colt did experience it. She really felt worried about the anxiety that she thought Beaumont experienced because he felt lost without the safety point that he seemed to have had before. Maybe that's why he had not taken the opportunity yet to join the art club. She did not know how to convince him to do so, "That's okay, you do not have to apologize to me but I think you might like it, and you will meet other people than just your classmates." Because she thought that is what he needed, weren't they in the same class? Then he would have to deal with Colt every time there was an activity with the class, it would be nice to have an outlet, to be able to use your energy on something else and meet other people. Two birds with one stone.
She just kept trying to support him and make him feel not alone. She took what he said serious and though her predecessor was quitting she wanted to talk to him but maybe she should not and pick up her own pieces. She looked up from her cup of tea which she just took a sip from, lowering the cup slowly to put it back on the table as he opened up a little more about the issue to her and questioned her. She gave a soft and kind smile. What he said was painful for him but she did not like hearing it either and yet she kept the same expression on her face. "I see a young man that is trying his best to please everyone but forgets himself and what he has been doing all along." Be there for everyone but himself maybe, everything was about Colt, but what about Monty? "You want to become a hero right? So you are someone that is willing to protect others, and help others, considering you are a support student." Surely she did not know enough yet but she would soon learn with the introduction class she wanted to hold.
What he said next surprised her, part of the furniture, so that was blunt! "Oh my, but that's not that difficult, why don't we call out to Tsuchiya-san and get you another room? You don't need permission from someone else but her and an empty room." That was her way of saying he did not need permission to do anything from Colt, he should just do what was good for him and if his anxiety would be far less in the red zone and hurt him, then they would move him out of that room. She would consider sending a message to Hatsumomo now who was downstairs. "The most important person to consider is you. You only know when you feel uncomfortable or hurt, tat means you have to listen to yourself and listen to others to know their boundaries and your own boundaries, it is a learning process for everyone."
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 8, 2020 10:52:50 GMT -4
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"...I...I hope so..." Weakly muttering those words under his breath as though it was trying to hold on to whatever threads of hope were left, he...wanted to move forward. Really, truly try his best to make it through this and keep at a future that he prayed had something nice for him...
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Anything...something...Colt made it so clear through his actions and words that he was nothing more than a thorn in his side all along that needed to be removed. All of it hurt because he thought that when they promised to work together and be a team...become heroes together, that it meant something. Something that held something amazing for the both of them where they could be together and save so many people...it was going to be amazing. All he had left of that broken promise was the suit Colt helped him modify, even then, it had its faults and needed more adjustments. Beaumont hoped for so much...maybe that was the problem, to have too many desires, hopes and dreams taking refuge in his heart.
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...or maybe the problem was how so many aspirations of his revolved around a single person?
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A mistake he'd avoid repeating, that's for sure...
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Not a single word had a fault in it, not one that he could pick up on because even in this strange, broken mindset...he saw what she saw. Casting himself aside for years so he could be someone useful, be a good hero...never falter while protecting those he cared for. Colt...he still cared but he had to push all the pain aside to he could make progress for himself. Standing still, letting the broken record play....enough was enough...even if he wasn't sure how, he just...knew that something absolutely had to change.
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When she offered a solution, a way to get into his own dorm room...he looked up and held back any tears that threatened to escape. That he should think about himself, be a bit selfish...reasonably selfish. "...really? Please...if...if we can, please, I want to...it'll be better for Co--" Again..all for Colt. Colt this, Colt that... "...me...it'll be better for me, I...I need this." With a deep breath and a heavy sigh, he took another sip of his tea with a sad smile.
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"...and...if possible...I'd appreciate if I could join the art club somehow...I think between moving out of my dorm and joining a club, it'll be a nice start to the new chapter of my life..." A sense of renewed hope was being found by the teen who dreamed of a future. One where they could all have a sense of joy and find refuge in knowing there were heroes who genuinely cared. That was the future he was gonna do his best to aim for. Part of him even felt...excited that he'd get to dabble in art again! "...u-um! Nimue...what do you think we could start with first...? I...I think I'd like to make something to take to the art club..."
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In a way, it was almost like a housewarming gift, or a nice gesture of some sort! Giving them an art piece, at least the thought of it seemed to shake away the sorrow enough for him to smile...
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Post by Nimue Nakahara on Aug 12, 2020 7:03:56 GMT -4
Hope was one of the most important feelings or emotions in Nimue's opinion. It meant someone would still try and with Monty saying that she would try to let go of the decision to push him to go. He would go eventually and else he would come onto that path and meet people himself. There would be points that he would no longer be able to avoid it if he knew he was doing so or not. That meant he would get to that point in time and she should consider giving him that time that he would be able to join the club and to accept it and so on.
And so she asked and talked to Monty, pushing and pulling words that needed to be spoken and needed to be heard by him. That meant that he had to consider himself. Which felt a little hypocritical as Nimue herself cared more about others than what she wanted or thought she should do. It was sa little silly but she could avoid her mistakes in him. That's what she would try and she would ask him and she would consider to tell him who was going to be his new homeroom teacher, but that might be something for later, if it helped his anxiety though... she would definitely share. But as he seemed worried and as he seemed to struggle with himself over the simplest things, whether it was his fault or Colt's or actually no one at all she left aside, if Monty needed a room for him or with someone else she was sure they could ask Hatsumomo. "Let's do that immediately after we are done here, alright?" If there were no rooms empty then she was sure Hatsumomo could ask some of the other students to take Monty in, it would be better than staying near a flame and keep burning yourself to use a metaphor for Colt in this case.
As she just thought of time, she would see him now trying. "You can join the classroom where they hold it. The upperclassman that's the president, she is my apprentice, so I can let her know you are coming, if you want?" Everything to make the step a little less scary, everything for them to meet and not feel scared at all, there were so many who would do good for Monty to bring along, Honey or Kumoko were ideal as well. She smiled kindly when he asked her what to do first as he wanted to make something to bring along. She pushed the sketch book towards him, "Anything you would like."
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Sept 21, 2020 16:57:18 GMT -4
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Nodding along gently with her words...for a moment he was just at a loss for how the emerald haired paternal figure of a teacher managed to swoop in and aid him not once, but twice now. All during difficult and pivotal points in his life at U.A...she was there. One day, he'd repay her for all of this...but for now, the most he could do was improve and be better. Work hard toward improving and don't give up until all hope was lost. The day he stopped being able to salvage so much as a ray of hope, the princely blonde would keep fighting for his right to have a shining future.
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"Thank you..., those two words were something he felt as though were repeated over and over again like a catchy tune. It was much like a melody that would roll off his tongue with ease...was it a bad thing, though? No, not at all. Despite everything, the boy remained humble and not only appreciated those around him, but acknowledged it within his heart. Something he held dear...a feeling he would refuse to let go of.
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Calmly, yet somehow with a sense of eagerness, he found himself picking up the sketch book with a gentle smile, flipping it open and glancing around the infirmary. Without so much as another word, when he got to a blank page, he began carefully and slowly sketching out the interior which gradually transformed into a gorgeous abstract garden of floral, medicinal herbs he'd grown to know. Within it was Nimue styled to be more like a princess with a forest elf aesthetic and Kuro playing the role of her familiar....
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Post by quizzity on Sept 24, 2020 2:28:38 GMT -4
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