Never let her go(Jasmine)

Jasmine, for all intents and purposes, had been taking it easy after the whole festival charade. Just like she normally did when something of this scale transpired (namely the circus, Semper Fi, etc.), the lioness had been lazying around in her bed for the last couple of days, just zoning out the world in an attempt to fully recover and self-reflect on what had happened. The tournament had, mostly, a positive outcome. She'd made it really high up the ladder and managed to learn new things, add new moves to her arsenal. But at the end of the day she still felt it lacking. More specifically, she thought her own performance could've been better. Attacks better executed, defense more sturdy, dodging more effective, transitions more fluent... a whole lot of different thoughts swam through her mind, and all of them had served to do nothing more than give her far too many conundrums than she had the patience to deal with.

And don't even get her started on the public eye now being on her and the teachers consistently giving her shit for this or that. It was irritating beyond comprehensible measure, so much so that she had skipped out on a day of class entirely.

Because of that very fact Jasmine felt pretty happy Nathan had called her up. Surprised, to be sure, and maybe even a little reserved considering they only recently re-connected, but... yeah, happy nonetheless. She figured it would be a pretty good way to get her mind of one thing and get it wrapped up around another. Instead of lamenting things that she could've done better, she could work on fixing what had been broken.

She quickly got ready after they agreed to meet up, dressing up in her casuals... casuals that she far too often used as combat gear. Then again the girl didn't really have what you'd call a hero suit anyway and was pretty used to fighting in outfits like this. Hell, anything that didn't include that fucking death trap that were high heels were fair game. Boots all the way. Fuck anybody who'd tell you different.

The knock on her door came quick, as did the familiar voice behind it, "Yeah, coming," she replied, almost as though fucking some dudes up was the most casual thing on the damn planet. She pocketed her phone, her wallet and her dorm key, leaving the keys to Bumblebee behind since she figured she wouldn't need it. Hauling ass towards the door, she quickly opened it and offered her Godfather - shit, that was still weird to consider, she couldn't lie - a quick salute.

"So, where are we fucking said dudes up?" She asked as she walked out of her room and locked the door behind her, glancing up at the older man later, "You got any idea or are we doing the whole 'punch anything that looks out of the ordinary in a dark alley until it squeals' thing you used to do back home?"

Staring back at Jaeger as he spoke, Jasmine's face very quickly scrunched up into one of disgust. "Filthy degenerates..." she hissed out, clearly agitated by what he'd said. There were a lot of things Jasmine disliked and even more things she didn't care about. She'd seen lots of things on the streets back home and even here; violence, discrimination, racketeering, murder - you name it. There likely wasn't a crime she hadn't witnessed first hand bar for some criminal empire type of operational bullshit that the aforementioned Thunder also probably ran. She disliked every single offense but for most of them she could look the other way like it never happened. Just a part of surviving on the streets, really. Sometimes you had to look away if you didn't want to put the ones you loved in danger. It was never easy to do it, sure, but even if she'd have to force herself she'd be able to do it in one way or another.

Human trafficking, though? Yeah, human trafficking was one thing she couldn't condone regardless of the circumstances. She'd heard all kinds of stories from rape to outright slavery, from torture to the fulfillment of the most disgusting fetishes a person would a sane or otherwise brain would be able to think of. The streets were fucking dangerous and oftentimes too vile for normal people to even believe that such shit could happen outside of their TV screens. Human trafficking was one thing she couldn't walk away from regardless how much she might have wanted to force herself to do it. Walking the other way would definitely be the easier choice but whenever she even thought about it she'd be struck by the idea of what might happen to the victims if she did it.

That was enough to rev her engine.

Speaking of engines, the next part of their little interaction had Jasmine... well, let's just say starstruck. When Nathan first mentioned having something to show her she had half expected him to have adopted another set of chickens. Where he got them was beyond her and at this point she got tired of questioning it. Captain was enough of an enigma in that regard and to this day she didn't know where the fuck she came from. Hell the damn bird was probably older than Jasmine herself was which was a fucking miracle she wished didn't happen.

All jokes aside though, when her Godfather brought out the beautiful beast standing menacingly in front of her Jasmine could've sworn her jaw had fallen to the damn floor. The girl was immediately all over the technical marvel, googly eyes running up and down the damn thing almost like she'd seen a supermodel for the first time after being stuck in an island inhabited only by men for the better part of a decade... which was actually a terrifying thought to consider.

Jasmine's fingers immediately traced the smooth surface of the throwback tank, gently running along the Harley Davidson logo to feel every bump and every crack. Time had tested this beast but Nathan had done one hell of a job maintaining it. "Yo how the fuck... this thing's like over sixty years old!" She said without bothering to look back at him, still far too focused on the two-wheeler staring back at her like an angry bulldog. The dark-red style of the bike looked absolutely stunning in contrast to the large 1200cc engine at the base, sticking out like a sore thumb but also fitting into the overall image perfectly, almost as though boasting its horsepower while remaining classy at the same time.

The girl had almost dropped the keys when Nathan tossed them at her, glancing at him with the most stupefied expression her face could possibly come up with. The Wait? Me? You're joking, right? You're not joking. Holy shit you're not joking. Oh my God you're not fucking joking I can drive this damn thing?! series of realizations going through her head were far too obvious as excitement very quickly bubbled up in her eyes, hardly able to wait before she could rocket this damn thing along the streets without regard for any existing speed limit. This was why she needed to go to Germany one of these days. Crossing the autobahn on a bike was one of her dreams, as silly as that was.

"Yo come on let's go!" Jasmine cooed impatiently as she had already gotten comfortable on the bike with the helmet around her head, waiting for Nathan to sit right down behind her, clearly rearing to go. "This is the coolest thing ever, fuckin' hell!" She hadn't even waited to confirm if Nathan had gotten safely on the bike behind her before revving the engine, feeling chills running across her body at the roar of the unruly mechanical beast, goosebumps quickly encasing themselves on her skin. A smile set itself on her face as she carefully drove out of the parking area, trying to get a feel for the bike and likely surprising the Pro Hero behind her with how... restrained, let's just say, she was being.

Though that would all change the second they were out on the street.

A wild grin spread across Jasmine's face as the engine was revved once again up, snarling commandingly and calling to attention any soul in the nearby three mile radius. The acceleration was pulled on with reckless abandon and the beast of a custom Harley roared louder than Godzilla on an angry day, immediately shooting along the street as Jasmine popped half a wheelie before yelling out in both amazement and excitement.

"FUCK YEAH!"

They'd be in Tokyo within fifteen minutes.

Dessen