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Post by Jasmine Noir on Aug 19, 2020 18:03:36 GMT -4
Breakfast was sacred. For Jasmine, breakfast what signified her day starting. Any external factors out of her control notwithstanding, the quality of her breakfast usually determined the quality of her day, too. This was the reason her mornings started as early as they did. Yes, her morning jog and the few bits and pieces of studying that she could squeeze into her morning schedule did take up a good chunk of her time before class, but the biggest part undoubtedly went towards preparing her meals for the day, breakfast of which was usually the most intricate. It wasn't something she grew up doing but rather a habit she had picked up from a certain someone very dear to her.
This morning had started like any other. The ashen haired femme woke up at five A.M. and after having gone through the minimal required morning rituals to be able to function, she went out for her daily run. To the beach to greet the rising sun, then back, all while listening to the calming strums of a guitar and the raspy vocals of the music playing in her earphones. When she got back, she hopped into the shower and went through the rest of her girly 'procedures' to prepare for her day and look presentable. Granted, Jasmine's rituals were quite bare when compared to most girls, and when she showered she did it with water cold as ice, yet that hadn't made getting out of the shower looking absolutely stunning any more difficult.
When the girl finally left her bathroom dressed in nothing but a towel and her bare feet touched the wooden tiles of her living room, still warm from having absorbed the morning sunlight coming through the window, Jasmine strolled over to her work desk to tidy things up a little. Despite the very early hours starting like they normally would, today was a little different. A couple of weeks ago Jasmine was going through her regular training motions when a certain soon-to-be first year at U.A. had stumbled into the training facilities and asked the wolf for advice. Jasmine, being who she was, had opted to help the girl, Misako, out. One thing led to another and the two of them begun sparring... though, in hindsight, that was probably less a spar and more playing cat and mouse. If Misako managed to hit Jasmine at least once, Jasmine would have to treat Misako to breakfast. If she couldn't, then Misako would be the one doing the treating. Surprisingly enough the wolf had found herself surprised by Misako's creativity and now, after some time, was getting ready to prepare a breakfast for two.
But before that, though, the wolf needed to clean her dorm room a little, not that there was a lot to do. Namely it was the paperwork sprawled out across her desk. Some of it was unfinished schoolwork and even more of it were things that Jasmine thought was interesting and studied for herself, namely physics, engineering, and chemistry. It wasn't only that, though. Recently, upon recommendation from Mosa Ganbaroshi, the school's guidance counselor and therapist, Jasmine had picked drawing up again. A plethora of canvases were lying on her desk, some finished, others barely started, and a third pile with designs that were half-way done. Portraits, tattoo ideas, random doodles -- you name it, all given life by an explosive array of colors that were very reminiscent of the New Yorkean artist who went by the name Ember. Jasmine couldn't help but snort at the thought.
Once her tools and paperwork had been sorted into neat piles and put in their places, the lass went over to her closet to get dressed into the school uniform: a white shirt that she left open at the top, a skirt, and thigh-high socks. The blazer stayed off for the obvious reason of it being too damn hot. There were still about two hours left until classes started and about an hour until Misako was supposed to come knocking on her door, and as such the wolf went over to the living room.
Her dorm room was like any standard issue room in the U.A. dormitory, minus the few changes and additions she'd made by herself. As soon as you entered, you'd be met with the dresser that housed Jasmine's entire collection of clothing (which honestly still wasn't all too vast), a coat rack and a large mirror; directly in front of you was a door that led you to the bathroom/restroom; and on the right was the living room. Jasmine's desk and laptop was on the far right corner, and on the other was her single bed. Between the two was a decently sized couch -- nothing like what she and Rin had, but it did the job. In front of the couch was a living room table with a few books and magazines laid out on top of it. Adjacent to the couch was a stand with a rather large flat screen -- a gift from her Godfather, the Pro Hero Jaeger. As much as Jasmine had protested, the guy still wanted to get her something as a welcome back present... regardless of all the other shit he'd gotten her.
Like that gaming console right below the TV. Though in all honesty that was probably the only thing Jaz didn't bitch at Nathan for -- playing Fighter Street led to some pretty sweet memories of her playing the game with her little Raven.
Directly to the right of the TV was a leaning bookcase, set up against the wall. This was something that housed whatever Jasmine thought was valuable. Sure, it had quite a few books up there as well, but all of those meant something to the wolf in one way or another. Beyond pieces of literature, there were picture frames on there as well. There was one where she was still a rowdy little shit of a girl, clearly arguing with the metal slab of a hero known as Jaeger. On the picture frame was a locket with a golden lion's head. The locket itself was opened to show another picture -- that of a man with a fiery mane and deep lilac amethysts, and of a woman with bright blonde hair and sharp crimson diamonds for eyes. Another picture frame, right next to the first, was of Jasmine standing over a girl with jet black hair and bright violet eyes. Just like in the previous picture, Jasmine's hair was still a golden blonde and her eyes a vibrant lavender. Her arms -- quite a bit more muscular than they were now -- were around this girl, placing a kiss on the top of her head. On top of this frame was a hairpin made out of two raven feathers.
There were a few other pictures frames below, such as Jasmine's hair being ruffled by Mia, A.K.A. Red Horn, Jasmine and Yumi being photobombed by Kirk, Jasmine then doing the same to Elise and Tetsuko, Rowan showing off her quirk to the then blonde lioness, and even of Jasmine butting heads with her then-rival Daimon Darren and many more. The whole rack was just one memory after another, and Jasmine was nothing if not grateful for all the great times she'd had with her friends.
On top of that very same rack was a singular speaker as well. A speaker that she had connected to her phone which she deftly unlocked and begun scrolling through her apps. Before long, a steady beat of drums begun to bounce along the walls of her room before the vocals of a song from the early 21st century begun to lift her spirits into a timid dance as she marched towards the kitchen. Sweater Weather was a pretty damn good song, as were most from back then. She really was born way too late.
The ashen haired wolf hummed along to the song as she marched to the kitchen connected to her living room and got out all of the ingredients she'd need for the breakfast she'd thought up, setting it out on her kitchen table. Eggs. Bacon. Shredded cheese. Salsa. Sour cream. Salt. Pepper. Some other spices. And... tortilla shells. She really was glad there was a store in Musutafu that sold ingredients she was familiar with back from the states.
Breakfast quesadillas. Because breakfast was sacred.
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Post by Misako Suzuki on Aug 20, 2020 11:05:15 GMT -4
Routines and schedules were very important to Misako Suzuki. Especially lately. Her hyperactive mind and imagination tortured her with images of what could happen or what should have happened. She had yet to be diagnosed with anything, but she was feeling pretty sure she had some type of PTSD after recent events. Not that she wanted to admit that to anyone she wasn't close to, but it was important to know for herself so that she could find ways to cope and work through it. With time, she was sure it would be better. Until then routines and schedules were keeping her sane and actually helping a ton with her skills. Jasmine had iterated the importance of waking up early and staying after classes to get workouts done and grow faster. Misa took it to heart.
So today she woke up around five thirty in the morning with a yawn. A little later than she normally slept, but lately she had been having trouble getting to sleep and even more staying asleep, so she allowed herself the little extra time. She pulled herself out of the bed quickly, though, not trying to risk keeping herself there for too long. The clock read 5:40 and she realized that she was behind schedule. A surge of panic hit her core, but a deep breath pushed it down. She opened her drawers to hunt for clothes, finding a tight tank top and some shorts she changed quick as ever. She hated the fact that her roommate had super hearing, but luckily she was a rather sound sleeper. A glance in the mirror showed Misa that despite the extra thirty minutes, the dark bags under her eyes still exposed the sleeping issues she was having.
After putting on her sneakers, she headed out for her run. The scenes around her were especially quaint and tame in the morning, and while she appreciated them Misa did not pay a lot of attention to the things around her as she ran. No, she focused on the music in her headphones and her destination. When she first got to the school, cardio was hardly her strong suit but she could feel her improvements since then. She no longer blasted aggressive and loud songs to make her adrenaline pump, no. She burned herself out much too fast like that. Now, she listened to soft and reassuring piano as she ran. Her heart would beat with the soft pressures of the music as she ran, faster than normal because she was behind her schedule. It wouldn't be okay if she fell too far behind.
She appreciated the stillness of the morning. There weren't many people around, the streets were quiet, cars were scarce. Sometimes, when she ran this early, she felt like the only person in the entire world. That made her feel better. Something about it was peaceful.
Today was different, though. She turned a corner and let out a harsh screech as she stopped suddenly, falling over and scraping her elbow on the pavement. Her headphones fell from her ears and shot across the pavement, forgotten. Misa looked up with wide eyes and a tremble in her bones as the piercing red eyes of spy master were above her, glaring down at her with a menace she remembered so vividly. How was he here?! Why couldn't Misa move? Run, attack, block, anything at the hand that was reaching ever so slowly down at her. Undoubtedly to tear her heart out while it was still beating. To end her existence for the slight she had given him in their last encounter. All she could do was shut her eyes and wait. And wait.
Nothing happened? When she opened her blue eyes she looked at the hand reaching down at her curiously. The gloves were gone, replaced with a hand covered with a sleeve. Attached to a suit and a shy looking adult that was most certainly not spy master offering to give her a hand up. He spoke first. "I'm sorry!"
"I-it's nothing!" She said, but she was sure the man could feel how hard her heart was beating at the moment despite being so far away. She took his hand and was helped up. She waved him off and didn't even bother looking for her headphones before taking off in a sprint as fast as she could back toward the dorms. Tears were threatening the corners of her eyes, but she immersed herself in the dead sprint she was going. Some people stared in awe at her speed. The speed of a hero was nothing to scuff at, even if she was just a first year student.
She made it to the dorm a complete mess. Her hair was rough, and she was breathing wide gasping breaths like a fish out of water. She was sweating more than she usually did from the run, not surprisingly. Her vision was tunneling, making her wonder if she was about to pass out. She didn't want to do that, not here. So she stumbled inside, her legs weak and shakey. She needed to get to her dorm room, and the adventure seemed incredibly daunting. She shut her eyes tight, mentally scolding herself. She was stronger than this. Better than this.
When she opened her eyes again she felt stronger than before, but weaker than ever somehow. She made her way to her room, a hot shower that seemed to ease her tense anxiety ridden muscles forcefully. She had sprinted so long, though. She was bound to be sore later. She didn't dwell on the thought though. Instead, checked the time. She was behind schedule. She forced a breath that centered herself. he dressed in the school uniform, looking in the mirror. A quick set of make up covered the black lines under her eyes. Good. She had to meet Jaz for breakfast.
She felt much better after covering herself up from the suffering her mind put her through. The sweat gone, the bags covered. She was ready to face her senpai. In a blink she found herself outside the girls room, not really remembering the trip up there. She knocked softly, hoping she was awake.
"J-Jaz? You in there?"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Aug 21, 2020 7:12:45 GMT -4
Jasmine was calmly humming along to the music playing in the background as she sorted out what she needed for breakfast. It'd been a while since she'd made something like this. Quesadillas weren't that rare back home, nor were they really all too difficult to make. She'd be lying if she said she didn't indulge far too often. Because of the diet she'd conjured up for herself though Jasmine was sort of forced to kick back on stuff like that though. Getting back into her best possible shape and then some wasn't all about just training. Most of the time her eating habits were far more important. But, today? Today she figured she could let loose a little.
Normally she wouldn't. Normally she'd make whoever was coming over the exact same healthy meal she'd make for herself, but... well, given Misako's recent... 'adventures,' let's say, the wolf figured she might as well treat the girl. In her experience, people should go for what made them happy in times of bullshit more often. Food was a good catalyst for that.
Before long, though, the third year heard a knock on her door. A brow rose when Misako's voice followed. Was she hearing things, or did the lively girl seem far too meek? "Coming!" Jasmine called back, leaving the almost finished quesadillas on her kitchen table before washing and wiping her hands. On the way to the door, she lowered the volume of the music.
Unlocking the door, Jasmine swung it open gently, twin emeralds picking up the sight of the shorter girl. She smiled warmly, "Morning!" The wolf's voice was warm and welcoming despite her rather gruff and dark appearance. Yet, whatever she wanted to say next stayed buried. A strand of ashen hair fell over Jasmine's eye as her brow rose curiously. Something wasn't right. That much was easy to tell just by looking at Misako.
"Hey, you okay?" She asked, clearly concerned. "Here, come in. Make yourself at home," she said, moving aside to make some room. "I'll get you some warm coffee or tea - whichever you prefer. Got loads of both. Breakfast's almost ready too. I promise you'll love it."
If and when the first year girl entered, Jasmine would offer her a seat on the couch. "I heard you became class rep?" She'd ask as she marched back to the kitchen to resume working on their food. "I was in 1-A too, y'know. My roommate back then was the class rep," she snickered. "Make us proud, kiddo."
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Post by Misako Suzuki on Aug 25, 2020 10:01:28 GMT -4
The music on the other side of the door got softer, and Misa wondered if she was intruding on something. Yeah, they had made plans but what if Jaz had forgotten? What if Jaz was on the other side of this door, enjoying her own morning to herself and Misa was barging in to ruin it? The same way she had ruined things the other day. The same way she always seemed to ruin things. She almost turned to leave as the invasive thoughts ran through her fragile mind. Almost. Really, there was only one reason she didn't leave was because some type of tension seemed to seize up her legs for long enough that Jaz called to her that she was coming.
She felt like a soldier tied to a post waiting for a firing squad to come, but frustratingly had no idea why she felt that way. Jaz was her friend. Jaz was nothing to be afraid of, and certainly nobody that would hurt her. Seconds bled into moments that felt like hours. Jaz wasn't keeping her waiting long, but the younger girl felt... weak, by it all. As the door opened, she released a breath she hadn't realized that she was holding. Jaz's emerald eyes, the ones she had feared approaching earlier, now gave her a sense of ease.
"Morning, Jaz-san." She'd forgotten her friends disdain for honorifics again, something that seemed to happen ever time they met. Before Misa could pretend everything was normal, though, the wolf's sharp eyes must have picked up on a sign that Misa was out of sorts and she asked the question. "M-me? Yeah! Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"
The words were obviously forced, it wouldn't take any type of insight to realize that much. Her rigid back and fake smile would expose her in seconds as she stepped into the dorm, headed toward the couch where she sat quickly. She moved as if she was afraid to touch anything, instead her wide doe like eyes scanned the room to watch for Jaz's personal flair. A few pictures in frames of a younger Jaz that looked much different. Misa hadn't realized just how much the older girl had changed since she started school here. She wondered if maybe she herself would go through a transformation like that?
"Tea's fine! I, uhm, didn't realize you were going to cook. Not complain, I just... would have offered to help, or something." She said, the tension still in her voice and back still straight. Jaz knew that she had become the president, huh? Misa wasn't convinced that she really deserved it. It seemed she wasn't too great at getting her classmates together. She was better at bonding with the older students, really. Maybe because she didn't use her phone that much? It would make sense. Kids these days were attached to it. "Yeah, our old president wasn't going to be able to do it anymore so... I guess they had to settle for me. I just hope I don't disappoint anyone."
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Aug 25, 2020 17:01:38 GMT -4
Honestly despite what Misako said it was far too easy for Jaz to realize that something wasn't quite right. Something which not many knew about the ashen wolf was that she had a very keen eye for detail, developed hand in hand with her investigative nature, both of which she nurtured to aid her in a wide range of combat scenarios. Sometimes it was based on factual information she'd receive from a variety of factors she herself would make note of. Other times it was just a hunch. A gut feeling, if you would. A feeling that more often than not proved to be accurate. This was especially accurate when it came to people since people were difficult creatures to understand, meaning Jasmine diverted more of her herculean levels of focus to comprehend them.
...not that Misako was a difficult case. Everything about the first year screamed something being amiss, especially after her first few sentences.
"Hey, just askin'," Jasmine quickly supplied. She was sure as shit curious about what had gotten Misako so flustered but she wasn't about to try to pry it out of the girl. Experience dictated that sometimes that did more bad than good. While she normally would try to brute force it out of her, Jasmine didn't know the first year well enough to be able to wager what was right or what was wrong for her.
Jasmine hummed as she put the kettle on and began rummaging through her kitchen cupboards, "Tea it is. And hey, don't sweat it. I make my own breakfast every morning so it's not a bother, really. Just gotta make a few extra portions is all," she explained as she sifted through the many tea options she had stocked up on. "Heck, next time you make the breakfast." Green. Black. Oolong. Herbal. White. Fermented. Yellow. Earl Grey. Masala Chai. Matcha. Sencha. Chamomile... Aha! Black Currant. Hadn't been her favorite tea before moving across the Pacific, but because of a certain little Raven it had made quite the warm impact on Jasmine's otherwise cold soul. Exactly what the doctor ordered.
The kettle had warmed up fairly quickly, and by the time it did Jasmine had already prepared the leaves and the cups. "You know you really shouldn't devalue yourself so much. What do you mean settle? They're lucky to have you!" Steam rose from the hot water Jasmine poured from the kettle onto the leaves as she spoke, every once in a while checking in on the quesadillas to make sure they were good and ready.
Once everything was up to snuff, the wolf brought both of the cups over to the living room of her little dorm and placed them onto the table. Then she quickly darted back into the kitchen and came back with three plates; on one hand a plate with eight quesadillas, on another two plates stacked on top of each other.
"Dig in!" The lass urged through a smile after setting the plates up. "Take however many you like. I got far too much stuff at the store last night. Think it'll last me till the end of the week," she said, rubbing the back of her head as she chuckled a little sheepishly.
Jasmine continued to observe Misako as she carefully sipped her hot tea, though tried not to be obvious about it. Honestly something did feel off about her and Jasmine couldn't exactly pin down the exact cause. There was a plethora of reasons that came to mind. The whole zombie thing. The training. The abduction... hell, all of the above. School kind of seemed to pale in the grand scheme of things, and teenage drama didn't even come close to that type of shit by design.
"So," she began. If she was going to find out what was going on, Jasmine figured it was best to start from the banal things. "What have you been up to lately? Everything alright with class? At home?" A few simple questions, pretty basic as far as making conversation went. If she was going to try to prod whatever was bothering the girl, the wolf reckoned it was best to ease her in. Instead of actually poking the bear, make the bear come out on its own. With any luck Misako would end up feeling safe enough to trust her.
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Post by Misako Suzuki on Oct 9, 2020 9:06:25 GMT -4
Normalcy was something that was eluding the freshman for the last few days, and even when she was doing something so plainly mundane she still felt the lack of... casualness that came from the everyday tasks. School seemed to lack it's jovial nature and she showed up, did her work, and left. It's why she wasn't sure she was such a great choice for a president. Would things go back to the way they used to be? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it was just growing up and becoming a hero that added a tension to things. Also why she had questioned Jaz's motives when she was checking in on her.
"Y-yeah, right. Just asking. Sorry, I've been getting that question a lot since... well, everything y'know?"
An honest answer, but still she dodged the fact that she didn't feel fine. She felt like she was living in a world post-attack. This was a different reality than the one from the day before she almost died. Colors were more dull, people were more intimidating, crowds were a camouflage fit for hiding from the world... even watching Jaz sift through the different types of tea she had felt like a background noise that couldn't drown out the thought that something was about to happen. How was she supposed to bring something like that up, though?
"Thank you," she said, accepting the tea when it was ready, "and I'll definitely cook next time. I've been going to the cooking club lately and I'm sure I'll find a good dish to go for soon. This time I won't have to kick your butt to earn it, though. Heh."
Jaz kept busy with the tea and the food, but wasn't content to let the silence settle. Misa appreciated that, because she was not enjoying the quiet either. Her friend seemed to pick up on that easily. Jaz had keen eyes, and Misa wasn't one easily fooled into underestimating her senpai. Heck, it's what made Jaz such a wonderful sparring partner. "Maybe they're lucky to have me. I suppose it is a bit too early to tell, hm? I'm not even sure what a class president is supposed to do honestly, heh."
The food was ready, and Jaz brought it out. It sat on the table, giving of a warmth that seemed unnatural to Misa. Like a bonfire that two friends were telling cozy stories over. Just bonding, and being themselves. She smiled at her friend, grabbing two to start. "It looks really good, Jaz. Thank you so much for cooking. It means a lot."
Before answering the questions that were rattled off at her, she took her first bite. The food seemed to melt in her mouth and a soft moan of delight escaped her lips. The food was awesome. Whether it was the ingredients, the company, or just the fact that she had a moment to really relax it was perfect. She suspected it might be a mixture of all three.
"Things have been..." she let out a soft sigh, deciding to just try to put it to words instead of pretending to be okay, "different. Ever since the attack everything feels different. Not as good. Not as fun. Not as safe. I feel silly, a hero in training struggling after the first brush with a real enemy that she faces. It's stupid, and I'm stupid for it but... well, I can't help it."
As if trying to deny that she had even said anything, she looked back to the food and dug in. A few aggressive bites as if she was swallowing back the embarrassing words. It didn't work, of course.
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