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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 1, 2018 3:51:04 GMT -4
A short yet rather amused laugh left Jasmine's lips at what Yumi had said, "Sometimes I think life would be much simpler if I was a villain. At least I wouldn't have to conform to all of these dumbass rules people keep throwing in my face," she said, knowing full well that she shouldn't be speaking like that... yet she found it difficult to actually give a fuck. It wasn't like she didn't respect the principal or the Pro Heroes who taught and trained them. Yet she wished that they didn't spend half their time underestimating her and actually let her prove her mettle.
Groaning quietly, she had begun feeling some kind of motor function returning to her body. Feeling was slowly returning and, gradually, she was able to move again. It was slow at first; subtle movements from her fingers, then her whole hand, her arm, finally her shoulders and legs. It was a slow process, almost like she had been entirely broken before being repaired. Her muscles and bones practically creaked as she accepted Yumi's hand and sat up. Christ, shock therapy wasn't at all a welcome experience. She made a mental note to be on her most careful when facing against electricity types - ending up immobilized spelled certain death in an actual fight. Considering the fact that Jasmine had gotten beaten this bad by Yumi who, as she had said herself, was wholly untrained and unready to use her quirk yet, Jasmine couldn't help but beat herself to a bloody pulp in her own head.
Stupid. Fucking stupid, she thought, sighing. I need to focus more.
All while she was thinking about her next steps, the two of them had finally reached the changing room. Jaz gave a silent nod of a thank you to her redhead friend as she sat down, wincing a little. All of the fighting she had been going through ever since she came over to the military grounds had slowly but surely taken its toll on her. Bruises here, cuts there. She was gradually starting to look like she had come back from an actual warzone and how her body felt reflected that. When she was fighting she was fine - not only could she shoulder the pain and irritation, she practically couldn't feel it due to the adrenaline in her veins supporting her every endeavor. Not to mentioned her heightened pain tolerance. But the second she relaxed like this she felt how sluggish she'd become, how her muscles burned and almost refused to move. The shock therapy from before practically restarted her body too so it was about ten times worse than it usually was.
"I don't look so formidable now, do I?" Jasmine replied to Yumi's words, a form of sad humor in her voice that almost made the sentence sound ironic. Disappointment? Yeah. Disappointment in herself clearly showed.
Fuck... she cursed under her breath, feeling utterly exhausted. Hunching over, her elbows on her thighs supporting her, the blonde lioness rubbed her face with her bruised hands, her face feeling every single cut on the skin of her palms. Shit, she was an actual wreck. And the worst was she wasn't able to hide that fact at that particular moment even if she tried. Luckily Yumi was kind enough to get her somewhere with no people around. Showing weakness was something Jasmine absolutely hated doing. Now, though? She figured she could trust Yumi enough to not talk about it.
"I... need a minute or two," she said, her voice low and a little shaky. Her eyes were closed as she hid her face in her palms. Just a quick five minute nap. That's all she needed to be good to bust faces again.
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Oct 1, 2018 19:17:04 GMT -4
Yumi smiled a little softly as she leaned over Jaz with her sitting on one of the benches in the changing room, resting her hands on her knees and leaning low so that their eyes were practically level even as Jaz started to rest. She’d been chuckling a little when she mentioned wanting to be a villain, not taking anything serious out of it and just tilting her head to the side with a sly smirk and winking playfully. “I think you’d make a pretty good villain, but then again, you are just a little bit of a rule breaker. Hard to break the rules if you don’t have any to begin with…soooooo by that logic, you definitely make a way better hero, where your rule breaking can be put to good use.~” She gave Jaz a light peck on the cheek before pulling back a little, sadly oblivious to just how weak she was feeling from the electrical burst, not fully having a grasp on how much more powerful her quirk had become since she’d joined UA, and just putting her lethargy down to the fact that they were both genuinely pretty exhausted from shere output at this point.
Yumi was actually leaving the fight weirdly satisfied. Jaz was one of the few people she truly put on a pedestal, being the first person to genuinely accept how open and intimate she could be since coming to UA, even if the circumstances wouldn’t be ideal in another’s eyes, Yumi absolutely loved how they’d first met, and since then she’d just glorified everything Jaz did in her head, seeing her as such a great and strong fighter and such an energetic and influential person. Maybe she exaggerated a bit much, she could admit that if put on the spot, but right now she just saw Jaz as this amazing fighter she managed to at least get a sly little draw out of, and that both made her love Jaz more, feeling she was more…relatable, if even she, Yumi, could take her down with an act of desperation, but also made Yumi feel better about herself for the mere fact she’d managed to pull it off. Her eyes lifted back to hers as she heard the comment about her not being so formidable, giggling and leaning over her, nuzzling up along her jawline and sighing contently against her neck.
“Maybe not…you look more…tempting.~” She smiled warmly, lifting her arms and squeezing them around the curve of Jaz’s waist with a gentle hum as she shared her usual intimacy. “You look all tired and worn out…I wanna just push you over and cuddle into you till we both recover…just stretch out every tired muscle as I pull my body into yours and shower your cheek with gentle little kisses till both of us pass out…~” She let out a content little sigh at the idea and pulled away, briefly pecking her nose and addinga cheeky pull of her tongue before backing off entirely. “But that’s just me. You get your rest okay? I really do need a shower.”
Giving a twiddle of her fingers in a playful wave, she hopped off to the showers and grabbed a spare towel that was probably used by many of the military men without much fair of what may be on it, picturing they probably washed these things with bleach give how many sweaty men were touching it daily. She hooked the towel over the shadow pipe in a way where it wouldn’t get wet, and stepped under the warm water even before she stripped out of the gear she wore under her suit. Weirdly that made her mind wander to the suit Valda had been designing for her, her online pen pal apparently having a new idea for a suit she could wear under her clothes rather than having to change into everytime. It had sounded unusual, but for situations like this it’d be useful, not having to strip to her underwear just to be effective or not in a fight…
She didn’t stay in the shower too long, ruffling her hair with the towel and drying off her now fresh feeling skin bit by bit, mildly admiring how tight her muscles felt after so much exertion before letting out another content sigh. She briefly thought about walking out in just the towel before remembering this was a military base and not the girl’s dorm, scooping up her underwear and putting it on. Jaz would see a light show from around the corner in the changing room and the sounds of sparks as she let off a final discharge to dry her clothes so rapidly through sheer over-heating of the fabric, coming out with a bright smile and all but skipping over to Jaz, spinning on her heels and sliding her rear into her lap, likely having left her for a little under ten minutes and returning with a potentially rest disrupting little lap sit, her arms hooking around the back of her neck and showering her in gentle kisses on her cheek as her wet hair likely tickled the side of her face, Yumi feeling so fresh and full of life unable to stop herself.
“Feeling better you blonde little bombshell?~”
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 3, 2018 15:55:30 GMT -4
Her mind was a drift. It felt like she was a whole universe away, floating in outer space. She felt weightless. Calm. For the first time in a long while it felt like her burdens had lifted and her anxieties had all but dissipated. She simply... existed. There was nothing around her. The buzzing sound that endlessly gnawed at the inside of her head had vanished. The consistent drive to pursue something had disappeared in its entirety. There was just... nothing.
And it was such a fleeting feeling.
But as most things in her life, that didn't last. Before long the projection that her mind had conjured for her in her sleep had underwent a drastic change. She begun falling, her back crashing against waves of ice cold water after what felt like an eternity. Something had grabbed her, pulling her deep into the dark waters. She struggled, but there was nothing she was able to do against it. It pulled her, deeper and deeper. It was cold. Frostbite cold. She couldn't breathe and her lungs burned, making her choke as she inhaled nothing but water.
H-help...!
Then she felt it. A hand slammed into her back violently, making her gasp for air. Her eyes shot open, making her realize that she was in an entirely different world again. This one, similar in situation yet so damn different at the same time. Instead of the deep blue sea that threatened to swallow her whole, now she was faced with fire and screams. Everything, from the towering buildings above to the crashing cars around her, were burning. She felt it before she even heard it: a voice. A pained scream. Her name, bellowing in what was slowly becoming the wasteland that was once Times Square.
Jasmine!
The blonde's eyes shot open furiously, forcing her back into reality. Her orbs had instinctively turned crimson in her sleep as they so often did. Her entire body jerked, fight or flight instinct firmly enabled. Yet when she realized she was still in the military locker room with none other than her friend Yumi, she very quickly forced it down. Clutching at her torso with shaking arms, she took a quick breath. Then another. And another. Several others quickly followed suit as she tried to calm herself down. Another fit was the last thing she needed, despite having lost the feeling of exhaustion due to the utter sense of panic that had encompassed her.
It took her a few moments, but eventually Jasmine had felt her feet touch the ground again. Her world was centered once more as she firmly returned to reality, finally raising her head to smile at the redhead weakly, the crimson in her eyes slowly changing back to her usual, calming purple.
"You could say that," Jasmine supplied with a slightly nervous chuckle. As far as she knew Yumi wasn't aware of the shit Jaz had gone through back home. Hell, nobody aside from the Principal and Rin knew. And Rin was the only one who knew exactly how bad Jasmine's PTSD could get. Survivor's Guilt was one hell of a symptom to get over, especially when you had triggers that made your fight or flight turn you into a wild beast out for blood, made ten times worse by the fact that Jasmine could very literally make things go out in a blaze of explosive glory.
Maybe she had heard, though. How she went ballistic against some poor kid in the middle of the school after he thought it was a good idea to grab her by the neck. She barely even remembered doing that. Or maybe the redhead had heard of how Jasmine had utterly mangled a full-sized adult lion, almost as though she was even more of a beast herself. That she did remember. Vaguely. There were so many instances of her condition going out of hand it would've been strange if Yumi hadn't heard. Hell, half the school knew and were scared of her for it. It was a miracle how she could even keep her wits about her during a fight.
Or, maybe, just maybe... maybe that was exactly what helped her keep her feet on the ground. That was an interesting thought to ponder.
"I see you took a shower. Was I out for that long?" She asked, trying to lighten the mood a little as she knew that Yumi had to have noticed her going full killer instinct for a brief second.
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Oct 4, 2018 8:05:30 GMT -4
Yumi’s bright smile faded almost instantly as she woke Jaz up. Immediately she felt a sense of guilt for not noticing she’d actually passed out for a moment, but the way she’d snapped to attention, that harsh red shade in her eyes…Yumi’s own body tensed and she pulled her arms away, not afraid, but certainly worried, especially as Jaz began to take those sharp, quick breaths, almost seeming to hold herself like she was making sure she was actually ‘there’, or maybe Yumi was reading too deep into it…on some level it felt weirdly familiar, but it was weird seeing it from the outside. Yumi didn’t suffer PTSD or the like, but on sheer physical response, what Jaz was going through right now reminded her a lot of what she could get like in her younger years when she unleashed her own quirk, especially with the odd power boost she hadn’t been expecting after all the years of not using it. At the time she’d just been trying to protect herself from a mugger, but even then, she remembered coming out of it almost…terrified of herself…her quirk always burned at her on some level, hating how she literally generated a static charge that drove people away when all she wanted was contact, but seeing that boost…she’d been breathing like Jaz was now. For Jaz, though Yumi didn’t know it, she was coming back to reality, but for Yumi, who had her own experience of such systems, she read it as fear, and maybe she was a little right in that regard.
In the end this was still very shocking to Yumi. While info on her PTSD may have been common knowledge around the school, Yumi could admit a lot of the time she could be in a world of her own. Even experiencing the exact same thing as someone, she could take something so different on it due to her world views and the like. A one night stand to one person was an intimate moment of friendship to her, so even slip ups from other people, mentioning ways Jaz had unleashed her fury, to Yumi they’d all just been weirdly impressive tales. Jaz beating up a lion? She had a foggy memory of someone mentioning it in passing, but in Yumi’s mind half the horrifying words they’d used were missing, and she’d created a cool image of Jaz lifting a defeated lion over her head like something out of a dream sequence in a cartoon. Looking at Jaz now some of those slips were resonating, but she remembered them so poorly she brushed them off, wanting to assume this was some weird moment that just…didn’t occur as regularly as it might.
Either way, she probably shouldn’t be on her lap, taking up her personal space, but even as she slipped herself off of the blonde’s lap she couldn’t draw herself away entirely, resting a knee on the bench and sitting up a little from her rear as she leaned in close, looking over her and brushing a hand up her forehead in a way that brushed her hair out of the way too, her own amber eyes looking to her with concern and worry at the physical reaction she’d just had…she was so convinced this just wasn’t Jaz that another idea occurred to her, and she swallowed down a lump in her throat as she considered it a little more.
“J-jaz are you okay…?” Even the nervousness in her tone made Yumi feel something was up. If Jaz was in some form of pain, her assumptions leading her to think that final shock had done more to Jaz than the blonde was willing to let on. The way she’d stirred out of unconsciousness, the fire in her eyes, the quick breathing…her heart could have briefly stopped with symptoms like that and the oblivious red head was more willing to blame herself than admit on the vague memories of whispers that something might be out with Jaz. She shook her head, trying to clear it as she answered the question posed to her pretty quickly and moving on just as fast. “I-it was a short shower, quick wash, don’t like long showers.” She shifted a little away but her eyes seemed to look even closer somehow, glancing up and down Jaz and trying to take her in, trying to spot any flinches or twitches that might be from her own quirk…fuck she should have been careful. She knew her quirk had been getting more powerful lately but she went full power on Jaz all the same. Stupid stupid stupid. Why didn’t she test her new power limit more first before she unleashed it on Jaz of all people.
“I…seriously are you okay? You just…something. Something just happened with you and you don’t look so good. I-I know it was a tough fight but if you’re in pain or anything you don’t need to hide it okay?” She smirked a little as she, in her own way, tried to make light of the situation like she had and lighten the mood, though with a nervous expression still behind her smile easily. “I-I mean I already admitted it was a draw at best, so you don’t need to protect your pride or anything by hiding an injury from me…” Even as she worried about Jaz she was still heightening her image and respect of the blonde in a weird way. Rather than seeing she might be hurt and seeing it as a weakness, she saw the potential pride she might wanna protect and the strength to keep her mouth shut if she was injured, rather than seeing the truth that was this was Jaz’s doing unto herself, or her brain doing it to her at the very least, depending on how you look at it.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 8, 2018 17:47:24 GMT -4
Jasmine didn't really mind the invasion of personal space, really. One would surmise that somebody who had PTSD had proximity issues. Jaz was very different in that regard. While she had had a wide plethora of shit that she'd been through under her belt, she had also been victim of living in the slums. Not entirely by choice but it wasn't like she had actively searched for something else either. It had been a matter of circumstance, really. When she was a kid, she had to take care of quite a few kids in a very similar situation to hers. The kicker was that she was more often than not the only one who could actively fight back. Heck, she was likely one of the very few who actually looked to fight back. It was how she was wired. Her nature was part of her charm, after all.
In this particular scenario, though, Jasmine likely looked like nothing more than a shell of her usual self. To those who knew her well enough, like Rin or her late best friend and borderline brother Michael, this was who she truly was. A scared little girl trying her best to fight off whatever came her way. Often stumbling, sometimes very barely able to get back up on her feet, Jasmine was someone who had gone through the thick of it and had the scars to prove it, both mental and physical. This trauma was especially evident now as the prideful lioness struggled to even breathe.
Pursing her lips shut to the point that they had gotten white, Jasmine hurriedly nodded to Yumi's question several times, refusing to say anything. The brunt of the panic attack had slowly been going away as she finally started to find some room to breathe. God she wanted to punch something. Ironically enough fighting was what enabled her to keep herself on her feet. She had found that the simple idea of I can and will fight back was something that enabled her to not feel helpless. And that in and of itself was a consistent victory in her everyday life. The simple notion that she was able to get up out of bed every morning to face a new day even if some days she felt like it would've been better had she not waken up at all.
Through the consistent buzzing in her ears, the blonde teenager had somehow managed to shuffle out what Yumi had said. It had caught her off-guard for the briefest of moments, making her blink almost dumbly for a few short seconds. It wasn't long before a snort left her. Then a small smile. A giggle. Breathing. Centered. The shaking had begun to calm down, not entirely gone but not as bad as it was. It wasn't long until the blonde had started to flat out laugh at the ridiculousness of this whole situation. There she was, after a fight with somebody who she'd slept with only because she had shown up in her dorm that one night in nothing but her pajamas. She underwent what felt like shock therapy - which honestly made her feel great - and after having falling asleep out of utter exhaustion this very same bombshell of a redhead was worried she had caused... this.
Oh boy. What the fuck had her life come to, anyway?
In between laughter, Jasmine waved the girl off, straightening herself out a bit, "Don't take this the wrong way, red, but you wouldn't be able to cause what that was," Jaz said before giving her a playful wink and a nudge. She was still feeling the hollow feeling eating away at her chest, but at least it was now possible for her to speak, breathe, and, hell, form a coherent fucking thought. She took a couple more seconds before she finally got back up on her feet, stretching lazily. Staring up into nothing, Jaz considered her options. Then she glanced back at Yumi from the corner of her eye and... sighed. She simply sighed. She knew Yumi idolized her in one way or another, and while she didn't know exactly to what degree, the way the redhead acted around her and spoke about her made that quite painfully obvious.
It was probably time to burst her bubble, wasn't it?
Jaz outstretched her hand and opened up her fist. Her hand was still shaking. Pretty harshly, too. And it was quite obvious that the next words that were about to come out of her mouth weren't ones she could speak easily, if the grimace that stuck out on her face like a sore thumb was any indication at all, "Before coming to Yuuei, I had a psych evaluation back in the states. Usual procedure, y'know? Just to check if I'm... stable enough to be admitted into the school."
"To be honest I wasn't supposed to be here. My mental condition was -no, is not exactly one befitting a person who's supposedly undergoing superpower training. Based on my record, my behavior and lots of other shit, I was diagnosed with what you'd call... survivor's guilt. It's sort of a symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder, which is what I've been dealing with ever since I was a kid, really. What you saw just now? It was a panic attack. I have trouble sleeping because when I do I get these nightmares. They... they're so damn real. Every single time. I couldn't tell you how many times I've almost blown up Rin every time she came to my bed when I woke up at night in the middle of a nightmare. It's usually manageable, but... sometimes I get it really bad. Like to the point that I can't really control myself and... hurt people."
Balling her hand into a fist, Jasmine then proceeded to grit her teeth as she smashed it into a random locker. The small metal door wheezed in protest as it bent and was eventually smashed off of its hinges. Some blood trailed down Jaz's knuckle but, when she showed her hand to Yumi again, it had stopped shaking. Not a single tremble. Nothing. Just... blood.
"This is... half the reason I fight so much. It's because it keeps me sane."
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Oct 8, 2018 18:31:09 GMT -4
Yumi was a little relieved to see Jaz joke back. The same energy maybe not existing inside herself right now as she looked over the blonde somewhat worried, but she tried to show respect and not harp on her little paniced moment too much. If she had the capacity to joke a little she was probably fine right? Though, at the same time, that joke had basically been saying that no, she wasn’t fine, and whatever it was was so bad that Yumi somehow couldn’t possibly be to blame. The brief elation she felt at her joking plummeted right back down into her gut like it had purposely just been preparing itself for a dive bomb right back down. Was Jaz really in such a state that that was a fair comparison? Was whatever was affecting her so bad that Yumi was just dismissed as a cause? Like sure Jaz feeling bad for something else for one thing, but it was so bad there wasn’t even a hairs chance Yumi could be the cause of something so terrible? Damn…she wished she had a more eloquent thought process, as ‘damn’ just didn’t feel…punctuating enough to emphasize how that realization weirdly made her feel…but Jaz was the one feeling down, not her. She shook her head a little, not enough to make a show of it but enough to clear her head, and focused up with a soft smile as she tried to listen along, pulling a leg onto the bench and pulling her ankle in under her other thigh as she got comfortable and listened.
What Jaz went on to describe though she certainly didn’t expect. Jaz being mentally unstable? She…okay she could be a little rowdy but that didn’t ring right with her. Though, should it ever? No one ever wanted to think their friends had issues like that, and for someone who’s strength and fortitude she admired like Jaz? If anything it was a greater surprise than it ever should have been. Jaz was a bit unstable when she really got down to it. Afterall what people really liked a fight that much and could hold such a wild look in their eye when they got into the heat of things? But seeing this strong person she admired so strongly suddenly have a crack. A weak point. A little crumble in her outer wall…in time to come Yumi might have felt flattered that Jaz trusted her enough to reveal it, but right now…scared. That was the emotion she felt, and in no way did she understand why. Maybe it was the idea that if Jaz had such a break in her what chance did she herself have, but she couldn’t think so selfishly. Maybe it was partly because she was just worried for Jaz entirely if she’d been through so much for PTSD to be a part of who she was. Yumi didn’t judge, but the surprise of the news struck her core in a way she didn’t expect.
She jolted harshly when Jaz smashed her hand into a locker, reaching out as she saw that trickle of blood but pulling her hand back into her chest as she wasn’t quite ready to invade her space again just yet, her over-thinking brain rattling with ideas she didn’t quite know how to place just yet, and knowing she had to sort her own brain situation right now before she even attempted to come close to Jaz’s own.
Hearing her carry on the rest easily fit together. She lashed out with a panic attack, so she lashed out in a fight so she might…get it out of her system? Seemed to be what she was getting at. A million questioned flittered about in Yumi’s head. What had happened. Was she okay. How long ago was it. Did she really come close to hurting Jaz? Should…should she be careful too? That last one stung her to think about and she’d never ask it, cause she knew she wouldn’t be worried, but…should she? Would Jaz feel better if she did or would it make her feel worse? Was it better for her to want Yumi to worry or the opposite? On one hand if her exploding on her was a real possibility Yumi would kinda want her to be worried about the possibility. On the other she just didn’t want Jaz to worry about her period, especially in moments like that were, internally, Jaz would be going through so much mentally already…
In the end, Yumi was just…lost for words. She saw that shake in her hand and she wanted to know more but she knew she couldn’t bring herself to ask. She briefly shuffled a little closer. Her mouth opening as she felt she should say something, but nothing leaving her as she knew not what to ask. She swallowed back her words and lowered her eyes, just trying to think of…something. Anything to say so she wasn’t useless, as a friend or a girlfriend right now. She could be happy, she could share intimacy and romance and happy times all day long, but when it came to true support and emotion, her over-thinking paranoia finally kicked in and she truly found herself at a loss for words…
Ultimately, she shuffled a little closer, and didn’t say anything. She wrapped an arm around Jaz again regardless of the potential danger especially now Jaz had stopped shaking, or even the potential discomfort she thought it might bring Jaz to have her personal space invaded. An arm wrapped around her, cupping the other arm opposite the side she was hugging. Her other hand worked into her hair as she let out a long, slow breath against the back of her head, nuzzling into her hair and just holding her in a warm embrace. She…fuck she hated herself for not knowing what to say, but in her own weird, cookie, Yumi was, she was just trying to express one thing.
She was here for Jaz.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 10, 2018 9:26:28 GMT -4
Yumi had stayed quiet all throughout the exchange. A plethora of scenarios played around in Jasmine's mind in regards to what the redhead was probably thinking. She was scared, wasn't she? Yeah, most would be. Plus Yumi didn't strike her as the type to exactly know how to handle the situation the blonde lioness had just put her in. She was probably struggling to come up with what to say, maybe trying to come up with a way to comfort her. Hell, a very brief and kinda sad thought had also crossed her mind: maybe all Yumi wanted to do was get out of there. Maybe, now, after knowing part of who Jasmine Noir really was, the redhead wanted nothing to do with her? She thought she was disgusting, unstable, a threat... a monster? It wouldn't be the first time somebody thought like that.
But as soon as the thought came it was pushed aside like the irrelevant and dumb piece of garbage that it was. Even if they weren't acquainted on too deep a level, Jasmine knew the redhead well enough that she could be secure in the fact that Yumi wouldn't do some shit like that. She just... wasn't wired like that. Was she scared of the blonde? Probably. I mean, who wouldn't be, right? Even Rin might have been just a tad scared of the lioness when the truth came into the forefront. Hell, even Michael had been caught off guard when Jasmine had opened up to him, and that guy was scared of nothing. Then again, when told that a nuclear bomb was unstable and liable to go off at any given moment, wouldn't anyone be scared?
But any single thought she had was blissfully pushed aside when Yumi got close. She hadn't said a single word, only approached. Perhaps this was her way of showing support? If so, it would be such a Yumi thing to do, now that the blonde thought about it. The thought actually made her snicker. Slowly, gently, she exhaled a heavy breath, calming herself down as she felt the redhead's hand on her head, her slender fingers intertwining with her long, golden locks that had been all but messed up from all the fighting. God, she needed to get someone to cut the endings. Maybe get a new haircut altogether, really. Hair this long was a bitch to maintain. She wondered how she'd look with short hair. The image wasn't exactly... an unwelcome one. Just very different. Almost as though she wouldn't be herself anymore. Huh. Curious. Maybe one day. Not today though.
A small smile worked its way onto Jasmine's dismayed face, helping to get some semblance of color back to her cheeks. Her lilac orbs, previously devoid of life after having the violent crimson from before turn her into a violent beast for the briefest of moments, had now become more vibrant, slowly returning to the brilliant shade of violet that people were used to seeing from her whenever she wasn't fighting. Gently she intertwined her own fingers with Yumi's, simple enjoying the brief moment of closeness between them. Human contact was a nice thing, especially with people you cared for. It helped her regain her composure far too many times to count. It was why she had so many people depending on her back home - all of them she had taken the proverbial bullet for, and for so many of them she would do the same. People... people who were there with her were her treasure. What she thought was the only real and substantial reason worth living for. And that brought her to the other reason she fought so much.
"The second half of it, well..." she began, lowering her head a little. Her smile was still very much intact as she felt Yumi's warm breath against the back of her skull, making the charred and otherwise damaged endings of her hair dance weakly, "It's you guys." Her voice, this time around, was adamant, confident. As though she was stating some kind of universally accepted fact and if anybody dared challenge it she would pounce faster and harder than any predatory animal known in existence.
"Even when I was a kid, I had people depending on me for one reason or another. Abandonment, homelessness, starvation, violence on the streets, you name it... so many kids were just out there, dying because nobody gave a damn about them cause they had a fucking horn on their head or whatever the fuck. People were just... bad, y'know? And I just... couldn't stand to see that. I wanted to help them. Tried my fucking hardest despite how much own life sucked. And... when you're nice enough to people, especially those who couldn't recognize what nice was if you slapped them across the face with it because of the life they've lived, well, they eventually start reciprocating."
"The kids that I had with me had turned into something of a family, y'know? Like, while they did depend on me, we always fought for each other. Never any selfishness or any some such other shit of the sort. We were just... helping each other out along the way. It was hard. So damn hard. But, at the same time, some of the best memories I had were made with these people. In the end, though, because I was weak, they all..." she paused, taking a brief moment to breathe in, then out. In. Then out. She wouldn't finish that sentence. "Even after coming here I've made several really good friends. You. Rin. Yoruhi... hell even that dumbass Darren is a friend who I'd take a bullet for, which frankly I'm surprised is even coming out of my mouth right now. And I can't go through... that... again."
"I think the point I'm trying to make is that... while I am undeniably fucked up, I try my best. I fight and consistently push myself not just to keep my PTSD in check and to retain some semblance of sanity, but also to be able to protect those that are most precious to me... even if they're scared of me."
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Oct 11, 2018 7:20:02 GMT -4
(potentially short one sorry)
The silence lasted a good while as Yumi just hugged Jaz, knowing it was kind of pathetic for her not to have anything to say when the blonde shared such vulnerability like that, but she tried her best to just show some sense of support. When Jaz seemed to hold her back she felt an immense sense of relief showed in a deep sigh as she just squeezed Jaz a little tighter, though oddly feeling far less tense in the same moment. She was glad what she’d done wasn’t wrong, even if she couldn’t tell herself it was right either, just sharing her warmth with the blonde for a few moments till she began to speak again, listening along and trying not to interrupt even with a motion that Jaz could perceive as discomfort, even if it would more likely be interest, or at worst, unsurity in how to hold herself at a time like this.
She smiled a little as Jaz’s fighting was put in relation to her classmates, even if she felt she herself maybe didn’t deserve such weight behind her, though that was just how Yumi got in quiet moments like this. When not distracted by her own gleeful obliviousness, she tended to get paranoid about her self worth and what she did that actually mattered, but right now she put that aside and tried to believe Jaz’s pseudo hint that Yumi was someone worth fighting for, even if the story of her past felt far more personal than the relation and need to protect she could probably feel for any of her fellow students, all of which were far more than capable of defending themselves, being future heroes and all.
Still it showed a noble purpose behind her fighting that said it wasn’t all those some PTSD reaction, and it made Yumi feel oddly comfortable, even if she felt bad admitting that to herself. Still…it was hard to deny. It just…reassured her that the part of Jaz she so weirdly loved, her ability to fight with fiery passion, wasn’t just fuelled by something so terrible…
“I…well erm…n-not to say its GOOD you went through any of that…but er…its good you took something from it? I…god I’m terrible at this…” She covered her face with both hands and softly whined into them. “I dunno just…its never gonna be a good thing, whatever exactly it was that you went through but..even if..you are…cause y-you say you are erm..’fucked up’…you’re still a great person and maybe now I know that you’re not the perfect person I may have told myself you were in my head but…you’re still amazing in my eyes. Going through whatever you did and coming out the other end as…Jasmine.” Yeah, that was the only word Yumi had for her. Jasmine. Fiery, passionate, protective, strong willed, determined. Jasmine. “I…I’m sorry I feel…there are…” She gestured loosely around herself. “Words, in the air, things I wanna get out or say but I just..I just can’t get it out without feeling my words will fuck me over…” She hung her head and laughed at herself. “I am sooo bad at this stuff…”
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 16, 2018 6:53:30 GMT -4
Standing still, Jasmine had simply been enjoying the presence of another warm body as she had finished her piece, her thoughts aflutter with all kinds of different thoughts. Many of her own decisions during the course of a life that was by all accounts short but felt like a brief eternity played themselves out in her mind's eye. The lioness had found that she was questioning herself: had she made the right call here, decided on the right plan of action there. While Jasmine was definitely a person who reflected on the happenings of the past, very rarely did her stubborn and confident nature allow her to question herself. Now, though? She... wasn't so sure anymore.
How many things had she gotten wrong? How many people could she have saved had she chosen B over A?... how many good things could she have accomplished had she never come to Yuuei? That thought had been haunting her in her sleep. Despite previously having viewed this as an opportunity, as a chance to escape the hellhole that had been her life, just so she could improve herself and come back stronger than ever... now it too often felt like the wrong call to have been made. Almost as though she could have done more good if she'd never come here in the first place. Yeah, she'd had this conversation with Principal Kobayashi before. Yeah, she realized that she needed to improve on way too many levels and her strength would never truly be good enough, but...
...God, school was just not her thing.
Jasmine perked up a little when she finally heard the voice of the redhead standing so close to her, blinking a little in surprise. She listened with some interest, wondering what the girl who kept saying she was bad with words had to say in this matter. She snickered at her accusing herself of being terrible. For how... adventurous the redhead was, she could be rather adorable when she was trying to do something seriously. Though that was probably best not voiced aloud.
A small smile spread across Jasmine's lips as she lowered her head a little after her red haired friend had spoken. Terrible? Naw, she was just fine with words. It clearly made Jasmine feel a little better. And as that thought crossed her mind, she broke free from Yumi's grasp and turned to face her, offering the girl a bright smile... one that was likely a little forced to make her look happier than she actually was, but Jasmine couldn't deny that she was feeling a little better anyway. Regardless, she raised her hand and rested it on top of Yumi's head, ruffling her hair a little, "Thanks, Yums. I appreciate you saying that," she said, her voice warm and sincere. "And don't worry about it. You're not as bad as you think you are."
"In which case, come on, enough of this depressing stuff. Let's go grab a bite to eat, huh?" As she said this, Jaz grabbed the redhead's hand and begun to slowly drag her out of the barracks area.
Yeah, maybe she hadn't chosen the right thing by coming to this school, but... at the very least, she knew that it was her friends who were the reason that she was still here.
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 19, 2018 21:58:58 GMT -4
jaz: 132 yumi: 142
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