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Persona - Academic Akrasia

@Krayzikk, @Plank Sinatra, @Kafka Komedy, @Crimmy

With that Hitomi nodded a content nod. It wasn’t her usual chipper affair, but it’d do for the others. She didn’t feel like it was time to answer Kazou’s question and Daisuke seemed fine with the matter. She knew that Kimiko had some trouble with the request, but less due to the nature of it and more than her own disposition. Hitomi chose not to ignore it, but didn’t give Kimiko much, simply nodding to her commander and taking her snug seat in the back of the van.

She waited patiently to arrive at her family home, she felt her phone which was pressed tightly in her pocket against Kimiko’s thigh buzz a few times. Once or twice she swore she caught a glance from her commander, however Hitomi knew what was more than likely being said and decidedly didn’t answer the phone.

“This is it Sasori-San.” She said quietly and only as loud as she had to. He pulled the van over and she glanced at Kimiko who was looking at her with some suspicion, but not of any malicious ilk. Rather, it was perhaps concern, curiosity, or candor. But the girl knew what happened when people saw how her family acted.

Still she was not one to refuse her commander.

“Any and all of you may come inside, or at least up to the door, but I should only be here briefly.” She said quietly. But glanced at Sasori. “Well, not you. You might scare them.” She added before exiting the van.

She entered her house and her mother’s ire lashed out immediately in the way Hitomi was looked at. It caused her to flinch as she noticed the open window. She knew she had to speak first and set the volume of the conversation.

“I’m sorry some friends held me up after work, I’ll empty the dishwasher and I’ll find my own dinner tonight.” She said aptly, before immediately making good on her promise. But her mother did not move, simply shaking her head in the corner of the kitchen.

It looked nice enough, white cabinets, a marbled grey island that stood in the middle of the room and added a feeling of separation to the doorway and the kitchen. The dining room and kitchen had a grey stone tiling on the floor, whereas the entryway and den were both a beautiful hard wood. Hitmomi’s father had spent many summers perfecting their home’s appearance.

“You’re leaving your father and I for dinner?” Her mother scoffed, her lips curled into a snarl. "If you're like this now, how will it be when you're moving out? Leaving your father and I for dead as soon as you can leave."

“If that’s alright, yes.” Hitomi replied ignoring the latter part of her mother's statment, the only noise whenever one of them wasn’t speaking was the empty clatter of chinaware against the wooden cabinets.

“Who are these friends of yours? You didn’t have friends yesterday.” Her mother said blankly. Not removing her gaze from the back of Hitomi’s head.

“I just met them when I was coming-“She started.

“Speak to your mother when you’re addressing her.” Hitomi’s mother snapped, taking a single step to affirm her point, loudly colliding her foot with the tile.

“I’m sorry mother,” Hitomi said bowing slightly after turning to her mother. “I met them when I was coming home from practice.”

“Are they men?” She asked her daughter. Hitomi winced a little, but didn’t show it on a surface level.

“Two of them are, yes. But there is a girl as well, and we should be going to her house, her parents will be home.” Hitomi said, waiting while her mother silently judged her.

“Well you be home before the street lights are on,” was the only reply she got.

“Of course, mother.” Hitomi said quietly closing the dishwasher with a gentle touch and immediately gathering up her things to leave. She snagged her phone off the counter, the small bird bauble that hung off of it gyrated around the phone and wrapped around her thumb as she reached out to the door and heard her dad call out to her from the upstairs.

But she pretended not to hear it and ran outside of the house all the same, hiding behind a small half-wall and leaning against it. She took a shallow breath before closing her eyes and adopting the same smile they had all become used to.

“Sorry for the hold up!” She said retaking her place in the van.

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Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk @FlitterFaux

“I hope you can hold on.”

I said with a smirk about as wide as the Dionaea itself. I allowed Ben to get a strong grip before looking out towards my foe. I knew what had to be done. As Ben managed to grab on to me and my wings unfurled, I noticed the recently cut vine began to thrash and the Dionaea’s gaze unnaturally quickly shifted in our direction. I felt an immediate pang of fear. But I was not about to let Ben or the team down.

But the young man was right. We didn’t know what this thing was nor did we know whether or not the so-called weak point was a trap. But it didn’t matter. Taking us in closer was the only way we’d be able to attempt to finish this thing. With that, I knew what I had to do.

With what felt like a full minute’s pause, we jumped into action. The vines immediately attacked Ben and in correlation myself, along with the group below us. I wrapped an arm around Ben so that he wouldn’t be jolted out of his grip and immediately took off, using my semblance to reach a speed that wouldn’t be possible with my normal acceleration. C’est la Vie at the ready just in case the vines came near us. I immediately took evasive actions, with one vine rapidly ascending in an attempt to smack me towards the ceiling, flatten me against my own speed.

But I twirled to my right and felt the wind catch my feathers as the vine passed us by. I curled them around Ben and me and for one single moment, there was silence as my wings enveloped us. “Don’t worry, I own the air.” I said reassuringly opening up my wings and spinning us around another vine. Since some of its attention was diverted on the others I did have the opportunity necessary to take the time to evade and plan my path towards the Dionaea. From here I could see just how thin we must’ve been spreading it. While it did have multiple heads, there was one that was central the beast’s physiology and that very same one was larger than the others.

This may’ve been my first Grimm Studies class, but I knew that meant one was more important than the others. So that was the plan. Take it out.

With Ben wrapped up in my arms I continued my advance, C’est la Vie at the ready.

I knew that I most likely couldn’t bring us in for a landing, but I could drop him at the base and continue to divert hopefully. If, not he’d have to divert attention for me. Either way worked for me.

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Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk [@Azeriah] @FlitterFaux

I blinked as the Dionaea made eye contact with me. This was the closest I had come to a Grimm this size. I had barely fought any, let alone a giant such as this. Riesen class were horrifying to fight. Like fighting mythology itself in a way. It was a horrifying thought, this monster by itself if it had not been pruned could have potentially killed a class even bigger than this one. By itself.

”1-1, Nuit!” Ben called out snapping my attention to the vine that hit the ground with a thud before slowly disintegrating. Right. This was a Riesen-Class, sure. But it was also a chance for me to grow.

“Fine then.” I called out to the team leader as the Riesen continued to flick between myself and two other points of interest. “Let’s do this.” I said.

But the fates had another idea. The Dionaea’s head stopped on the third point. Not myself, but another boy in the room. It decided to truly go on the attack as vines began to slither towards Ashe and myself. I watched as a myriad of attacks from other students shot out over the battlefield but the first thing I noticed was the smaller, thinner roots on the ground dodged those preliminary attacks, continuing their advance towards Ashe and I.

Well fine then Dionaea I’ll use my advantages then.

“Ben, I’m going to fly up, you’ve got roots coming in from my side, hold position for a moment.” I said my wings bursting out to full length ready to take flight. “I'll scout ahead, get these roots off my back.” I motioned to the roots quickly approaching.

I rocketed skywards nearly fifteen feet before beginning to slow down so I could get a greater view of the area. I scanned for incoming roots and found a thicker root coming towards me. I immediately furled my wings around my body, feeling the warmth they provided as I began to drop, unfurling them once more with a mighty flap, I felt the massive wind follow the thick root that attempted to smack me out of the air. The thin roots were already approaching Ashe and it seemed Skye also had roots snake around her wrist. She called out to Sangue to tear the roots but I saw the issue immediately.

I lined up the shot and as she pulled back to make the root taught my spear found its mark and sliced clean through it. Bringing it back with my semblance I snagged it out of the air and nodded towards Skye’s position. I glanced towards the Dionaea and… Something caught my eye.

It glowed orange from the center of the Dionaea, much easier to see from the air. A weak point?

No. That doesn’t make sense. This isn’t a video game and Grimm unless armoured, do not have weak points. However, perhaps it was the main head. If we could destroy it then maybe, just maybe we could kill this thing. I allowed myself to plummet to the ground landing with a thud directly beside Ben.

“There’s an orange glow at the center of all the roots. We have two options, I could fly us up and drop you and I on the center, or we can try and wade our way there. What are your orders, Cap?”

I made sure to keep vigilant while speaking, keeping my spear at the ready.

"That's also 2-1"

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Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk @FlitterFaux

And so it begins.

The fight started slower than I had anticipated. There were enough sayings about caging an animal to infer a certain behaviour, and Grimm were nothing if not worse. The Dionaea immediately lashed out towards our group, perhaps completely randomly. I struggled to resist watching all sides at once, it was an impulse that being in a survival situation thrusted upon you. Especially since Skye and Sangue seemed more likely to dodge past blows, instead of guard them. Which left myself and Ben to do the majority of repulsion.

Speaking of which the young man started to prove he deserved the title Lauren always referred to him. Ben took a strong stride forward to meet the incoming blow from the Dionaea for one second that seemed to last ten where the root collided with Joyous Guard. But soon after the root slid down the side deflecting the blow from truly colliding with Ben at full force. The ground felt shook as the root smashed into the ground.

But the boy wasn’t done and neither was the Dionaea. The beast struck once more, and once more the blow was deflected. But this time, with a hefty slice into the root. I grinned wickedly watching it lurch back in pain. While it was nearly as thick as a tree trunk it was noticeably wounded. With no blows incoming as far as I could see and the root swiftly returning after having been sent hurtling backwards I outstretched my left arm aiming the spear towards my target. It was a difficult shot, but I was able to correct somewhat with my semblance. Of course correction would cost speed.

I took four steps, coming to a quick sprint and stomped my left foot into the ground, focusing on stopping completely. The entire right side of my body came across rapidly as I let go of the spear. While my body twisted my eyes followed the spear frantically.

It was on target.

I reached out towards it and pushed it away, further increasing its speed and sending it completely through the root like a bullet from a gun.

The root fell from point of contact towards but further to the right of our squadron with a massive thud. As it crashed into the earth I caught Ben’s gaze before falling back.

“1-0”

I reached out towards C’est la Vie that rapidly returned towards me, almost magnetically connecting with my hand.

Let that set the tone.

I returned to my place on our flank awaiting the inevitable counterattack.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

@Krayzikk, @Plank Sinatra, @Kafka Komedy, @Crimmy

Hitomi rode around on Kimiko’s back while she answered the phone. Hitomi inquisitively glanced at the phone, prodding her head a little close to Kimiko’s cheek to glance at the name. “Toku Mom”.

Mom?

Hitomi felt herself slipping backwards as Kimiko straightened up a little so she nudged herself forward and wrapped her legs around Kimiko’s stomach. Her arms dropping further down Kimiko’s neckline but hanging in front of her like some gangly necklace you’d find at a weird art show. You’d probably find Hitomi there too.

Kimiko nuzzled the phone into Hitomi’s arm to end the call and Hitomi glanced as the call faded away.

“Bye mom.” She said quietly moving herself to allow for an easy transition to the ground. She left behind a small braided strand of hair that she had been fiddeling with while Kimiko was on the call. “Kimiko,” Hitomi said, using her commander’s first name. Which she had heard could even get her rejected from active duty. She slid off of her back and walked in front of the group, to face Kimiko head on. “I need to get some things from my house, could we stop there?” She asked, not even to the odd gumshoe who would be driving. But to the co-pilot who would be driving the speakers.

She seemed off to the group, most certainly, full sentences, eye contact. It was strange for the small girl to be so functional. “I told my parents that I would come home after work, I'm sure they'd like to see me before I leave again for the rest of the day.” She said simply to the other girl. She was still holding on to Kimiko’s sleeve, not very tightly just a loose grip. She gazed into Kimiko’s eyes looking for an answer. During these moments of lucidity she felt the prettiest.

But also the least like herself. Like she was a completely different person.

She found her mind drifting to the idea of a persona quite often since Daisuke had mentioned it.

Hitomi took a deep breath and stopped being a small bird. She was Hitomi Fukushima now, a respectable girl with good grades.

She didn't like being Hitomi Fukushima. Her parents didn't like it either.

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Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Krayzikk @FlitterFaux

I laughed a little when Ben did a double take at the position of C’est la Vie. But the entire atmosphere of the room changed dramatically once Port wandered into the room. Even Ben’s eyes narrowed and focused on the stout man as he painstakingly made his way to the front of the class. It seemed Grimm Studies wouldn’t simply be theoretical work today.

As the class began to get lead to another room I found myself near the back of the line. It was ominous how the nervous chitter chatter seemed to stop as soon as everyone walked in. But surely it couldn’t have been that ba-

“Oh my god.” I said quietly, while absentmindedly bringing a hand up to my mouth. The creature, Port named it Dionaea was massive. It was larger than any living thing I had ever seen, but it wasn’t the kind of massive that came with an elephant. Large, slow, and heavy. This thing was fluid, it moved in ways that didn’t seem natural at all. My wings unfurled completely, ready to take off at the slightest hint of an attack. It was a defensive mechanism. Port espoused about the lack of teeth.

Teeth? What about the tendrils?

I scanned everyone’s faces and they all seemed to be reciprocating the same thought I was thinking myself. What the hell were we supposed to do to kill this thing?

”Hey Nuit,” Ben said cheerfully, as if he was handing me a drink at a party. ”I’ll probably have its attention pretty quick. If it gets hairy, drop behind me. Sangue, you too. We’re gonna need to cut our way towards its trunk. I can take a few hits if it gets a little pissy.”

“Who’s ready for some fun?

I looked at Ben’s face and he was. Ready. The old members of Jumpercable and Bastille fought a Riesen-class Grimm last week and they killed it.

I can do this.

My arm launched upwards throwing C’est la Vie towards the ceiling, the purse transformed into its spear formation almost instantly and I used my semblance to bring it right back into my hand, arcing it across my body and letting it rest just below my lower back and near my legs, wings still outstretched.

“Well I might’ve won round one Ben, but you better not slack off here.” I said eliciting some confusion from others around us. “Most tentacles killed wins? I’ll count the root as three.” I said preparing for combat.

Sky joined Ben, Sangue and myself asking what she should do. Truth was I hadn’t seen her fight yet and had only recently gotten her dossier.

“Follow Ben, Sangue, and I. Stay in formation and if something is coming your way find Ben. We’re going for this thing’s trunk.” I said confidently. Perhaps I was only confident because of Ben’s exuberance, but if that was what could get me out of bed and ready to kill a Riesen-class Grimm today, that would be enough.

"And Ben. My semblance is attraction and repulsion." I said speaking fairly loudly so he didn't have to turn to hear me. I was already beginning to formulate a plan of attack to take this thing down for good. While her semblance could perhaps repel at least one tentacle, two or even more from multiple directions would be incredibly problematic. It was much easier to move something that wanted to move. Perhaps like Ben or his sword. We would have to think fairly carefully. The tentacles were thick enough that my main concern was essentially being crushed. I bunched a tiny bit of aura into her pointer finger and saw a familiar briliant pearl of aura. It shone dimly, yet beautifully. I had only attempted that once, now, against a Riesen-class Grimm was absolutely not the time to take that level of risk. Only if it was life or death, I promised myself.

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Welp 4/7's of the way done my contest entry, nearly there.

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

@Silvan Haven, @Plank Sinatra, @Krayzikk, @Crimmy, @HereComesTheSnow

Act 1/3 Torimonogatari

Torimonogatari
Day 1 of 120

“Hey Hayley, one mocha Frappuccino please.” I said taking a crinkled bill out of my purse and sliding it along the cool counter. The door opened behind me, and somehow I was sure it was exactly who I was waiting for. Beryl Harken.

The warm spring air followed her inside as she raised an arm to her forehead to wipe away a little bit of sweat. Her chipper eyes met mine just before she leaned in for a hug. “Bianca, how’re you doing?” She asked warmly.

“I’m alright.” I said embracing the girl and resting my chin on her shoulder for just a moment. I felt her hair touch my cheek and tickle me slightly as I leaned back and gave her some space. She moved past me as I went to claim a booth for our conversation. She ordered something from Hayley that I didn’t quite catch. But it was soon revealed to be a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows that Beryl happily plucked from her mug and threw into her mouth.

“Can you believe our first year is already over?” The otter remarked taking a seat across the booth from me. I stirred my drink a little with the tipoff my finger and agreed quietly with a hum. She scanned for some eye contact lowering her face to the table in order to meet my gaze. “So what’d you ask me here today for?” She asked jumping straight to the point.

“Gratia’s pretty mad huh?” I asked placing both of my hands on the table and taking a deep sigh. It was no secret when Gratia was mad, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she had already vented to someone and Beryl was in her team. It seemed only logical that-

“Yeah, she is.” Beryl said with an apologetic look on her face. She knew about what was going on for sure. “But I think it’s really commendable that you’ve been trying all these different therapists.” She added attempting to make sure that I didn’t get too sad.

“I just cannot find one that does anything for me. If one more person asks me how I feel about that I’m going to explode.” I said gripping my cup with both hands and feeling the condensation cool my palms. The song currently playing on the radio ended and an advertisement for some new scroll model started playing but I didn’t pay any attention to it. “So what has Gratia been saying?”

“I wouldn’t repeat the things that come out of Gratia’s mouth.” Beryl said raising her hands in defense and letting out an awkward laugh. But she saw my expression and decided to give me something. “I guess she just wants to make sure you’re really serious about getting help. I think her worst fear is that you’re blowing off all these therapists just to get out of going to one at all.” Beryl said leaning back in hear seat a little. It made sense honestly. That’s what I would think if it wasn’t me.

“Yeah I hear you.” I said taking a deep breath and holding onto it for a second. I let that moment breathe while I didn’t, I felt bad interrogating Beryl instead of just asking Gratia and taking the verbal abuse, but it had been a bad week. “Listen I’m going to get going, I don’t want you to have to sit through this, okay?”

“Oh, Bianca that’s okay I’m happy to help!” She said standing up with me as I moved out of the booth.

“You already have Beryl, thanks.” I said hugging the otter once more. Her hug back was reluctant, and she waited a little while before letting go.

“Are you seeing anyone else this summer?” She asked warmly as we separated.

“Yeah, I guess I’m meeting up with Ben a few times, we were going to train. Same with Jericho. And then that was probably about it.” I said rubbing the back of my head and stretching my wings out a little so that they would be ready for flight.

“Well good, I’m glad.” Beryl said happily before I turned to leave the small coffee shop.

As soon as I was out of the doors as I was airborne, taking off through the clear sky. I was headed back home.

Day 4/120

The barrel of the gun was close enough to kiss. The man’s eyes were completely focused on me.

“Put your hands up.” He said calmly watching my every movement. I slowly raised my hands, but as I did I flipped my left palm upwards and pushed the gun up with my semblance. The man attempted to lower it and his other hand shot downwards probably to grab a secondary weapon. But I stepped to the side and rapidly knocked his hand down and stopped pushing him with my semblance. The combined lack of resistance from my semblance, his pushing against it from before and the impact of my hand on the top of the gun sent it spiraling to the floor out of his hand. I immediately went on the counterattack sending a punch towards his throat to disable him, but as I did his other hand that had been reaching for a weapon pulled a thin wire out of it. He ducked my punched and quickly wrapped the wire around my arm using my momentum against me tossing me to the ground in front of him and placing his hand on my throat.

“You’re dead.” He sighed unwrapping my arm after a brief pause and the intensity dropping from his eyes.

“Shit!” I yelled in frustration, I hadn’t been able to get past this part of training for weeks. I took Jericho’s offered hand and helped myself back to my feet.

“Do you want to hear your mistakes?” He asked placing the wire back in his pockets and retrieving the gun checking to make sure the blank hadn’t dislodged or been discharged.

I took a deep sigh and placed my hands on my knees. Taking a few quick, deep breaths. “Always.”

“You’re rushing and panicking.” He started. “If you’re going to panic in a mock exercise against me you’re going to piss yourself against an actual opponent.” He pointed out completely correctly.

“I don’t know.” I responded standing up, my chest rising and falling as I stared at him. My ears picked up my scroll vibrating, probably Estelle or Gratia again. I didn’t want to talk though. I wanted to fight.

“I’m not done.” Jericho said coldly motioning with the gun. “You completely failed to separate me form the gun.” He said.

“What? No I knocked it out of your hands.” I said miming the motion of me knocking out of his hands.

“I’ve told you this before but I’ll say it again, it is not enough to just knock it out of my hands. I could have a semblance like yours that allows me to bring it back to my hand. You need to get it out of arm’s reach at least.” He said still staring at me. He sighed a little but before he could open his mouth again his scroll began to ring as well. “I’ve got to take this, it’s either one of the guys or Babs,” he said not wasting any time and taking the scroll out.

“Piper. Hey Babs what’s up?” He said before walking out of earshot. I walked over to my own phone and glanced down on the bench at it. It continued to vibrate, it was Gratia. I glanced around the park Jericho and I were practicing in. No one was here other than Jericho and myself. Before this is the kind of thing I would’ve loved, it would’ve been filled with double entendres and wondering what he was thinking. But now I just wanted to leave. Ever since deciding to face my trauma head on I had grown somewhat uninterested in, well most things honestly.

“I’m skipping out on my semblance training today.” I called out to Jericho spreading my wings and taking flight before he could say anything.

Day 7/120

“Bianca how’re you doing today?” Ben said taking off his jacket. It was raining lightly today, but we still decided to train.

“Yeah I’m alright. How’s your break so far?” I asked also taking off my jacket and adjusting the straps of my tank top in order to get more comfortable.

“It’s okay, kinda dull without the team messing with my every waking moment though.” He said absentmindedly combining his tonfa into Caledfwlch and picking up Joyous Guard, stretching his shoulder out, making large circles with his arm while he held onto his shoulder tightly. They sized each other up and the wind was strong enough that I had to keep my wings held in. We were on top of Beacon and staring each other down just had enough to know it was a serious training match.

And in an instant, we were upon each other.

First came the longsword, easily enough I pushed it away with my semblance using my left hand, taking a step backwards to get out of the way of the inevitable shield bash that typically followed. My clutch rapidly shifted into its spear form but what I hadn’t realized is that Ben had predicted my backstep. He lunged forward fast enough to catch my off guard and it was all I could do to control the direction I was thrown.

Deinamig, damn.

I rolled across the rooftop and was moving quickly enough to threaten getting flung off the edge. I immediately stopped channeling aura into C’est La Vie and allowed it to catch me with its weight. But Ben wasn’t going to take it easy on me today and I needed to get up, now.

I jumped up to my feet and once more Ben came at me with his one-two combination. This time Deinamig didn’t seem to factor in. As he lead with the sword strike I parried it with my spear and pulled his lead leg with my semblance causing him to lose balance for a brief moment. I jumped up a bit, pushing myself off the ground in order to get up higher. As Ben raised Joyous Guard to match my high strike I managed to stab downwards with my spear in the space between Ben and Joyous Guard. I pried the shield away from him and it sent C’est la Vie and Joyous Guard careening down onto the roof. Both clattering to the ground and immediately staying where they were.

Ben was quick to counter, however. Separating his sword into his two tonfa I guarded my front from an incoming blow and was quickly hit with a strong blow to my ribs with his tonfa followed by a quick kick to push me backwards, skidding on my heels.

He advanced quickly and I knew I had to try and use my new semblance if I had any chance at winning without C’est la Vie. My finger lit up with a small white light that shone beautifully but hardly. I turned it in on myself and touched my finger to my chest. My hair flipped in the wind as Ben approached quickly, I could feel my semblance start to take hold.

I shot my wings out at full wingspan and in an instant they tripled in length shimmering with white light. The wind caught them almost instantly and I managed to use that momentum to close the distance much faster than Ben anticipated. I had managed to disarm Ben of one tonfa, but he quickly followed it up with a blow to my head. I lost concentration for a moment and stumbled backwards falling on my ass, hardly.

Ow.

My wings shortened once more and I tucked them in. I rubbed my head and Ben offered me a hand up.

“Almost had me, if you managed to perfect that form, I’m not sure what I’d be able to do.” He said rubbing his forehead with his other hand. I accepted his help in rising and he placed a strong hand on my shoulder. “Sorry about the smack, by the way, you okay?” He asked examining my head for any bruising of scuffs.

“Yeah my aura managed to take most of that, thanks.” I said returning C’est la Vie to my hand with my semblance.

“Heading out?” Ben asked as I separated from him and glanced off the edge of the school.

“Yeah, I’ll help you down come on.” I said offering a hand to Ben.

Day 12/120

My scroll’s vibration woke me up.

Estelle.

“Hello?” I said swiping my finger across the screen gently to open the phone.

“Get to the coffee shop in an hour Bianca.”

]Beep, beep, beep. the phone disconnected, eliciting a prolonged sigh from me. Eventually getting up. I drearily threw on my bra, it felt tighter than usual and dug into my back and side a little. I made a mental note to pick up a few new ones.

Quickly throwing on the rest of the outfit I made my way to coffee. Estelle was in a booth waiting for me. But that wasn’t it. Gratia was there too.

“Ah.” I said quietly before ordering a drink from Hayley and taking my seat across from the two.

“Birdbrain.” Gratia spat lightly stirring a cup of tea with one hand.

“Yeah.” I responded bracing myself for the shit I was in.

“Have you seen any other therapists?” Gratia asked calmly, almost too calm.

“Nope.” I responded.

“How many days has it been now?” Estelle asked immediately afterwards.

“I don’t know, twelve, thirteen I guess if you count today.” I responded abjectly not really paying attention to the conversation. I don’t know why I was so disinterested in finding help. But it just wasn’t for me. Surely therapy wasn’t for everyone and because of that I think it’s fair that I’m just one of those people that doesn’t want to talk about their problems. So that was just how it would have to be.

“This is unacceptable.” Gratia said, her voice quieting a little bit. “You’re fucking sister and I aren’t going to watch you run yourself into an early fucking grave.” She chided.

There she was. That was the Gratia I had come in expecting.

“What we’re trying to say is that we’re sure one of the therapists you visited could’ve gotten through to you if you had just given them time.” Estelle said attempting to calm the situation. She had changed since becoming a teacher at Beacon. She was eating healthier, dressing nicer, drinking less, and spending a ton of time tutoring students. Especially Lauren Negasi. She must’ve been pretty bad at Survival or something.

“Yeah okay.” I said getting up from my seat. I couldn’t endure more of this, I wouldn’t. “I’ll go back to one and figure it out.” I said leaving the store. I heard Gratia and Estelle get up after me but I was off by the time they went to stop me.

I was actually going to follow through with that plan. I just didn’t want to discuss it for so long that everyone had to cry and vent their emotions. I just want it to be done.

I landed downtown in Vale near where her and Estelle had rented an apartment in the summer. I had been staying at friend’s places for the past little while to avoid my sister, but it looked like that showed no signs of slowing down.

I walked into an office she recognized as belonging to a Dr. Markin. I approached the receptionist and calmly placed my hands on the desk, immediately starting to fidget with a pen that was laid out on the desk. The receptionist glared up at me from above her glasses.

“Can I help you?” She asked, clearly annoyed with her day job.

“I’d like to speak to Dr. Markin, is she in right now?” I asked glancing at the door one would walk through to go to their office.

“Yes, but next time please make an appointment.” She said motioning towards the door and staring at my hands. I turned to leave but placed the pen back on the desk. The receptionist got back to work as I entered the office.

“Ms. Nuit I didn’t think you’d be returning.” Dr. Markin said rising to greet me. I shook her hand and sat down on the couch that was positioned near her desk.

“Yeah well I decided to give this whole thing a second try I guess.” I responded staring at the wall.

“Alright well lay down and let’s speak.” Dr. Markin said motioning to the couch. I did, laying on my side was the best I could do as it was kind of uncomfortable laying on my wings on leather couches. I tucked them in close to my back and stared at the picture of Dr. Markin with her family. She seemed to have two beautiful baby boys. “So what can you tell me about your time with the Dodici family?” Dr. Markin asked.

“It was confusing mostly. Ignacio acted like he was in love with me, Junior pitied me, Vitoria hated me and everyone else just saw me as a price tag. An heiress Faunus who at the very least was worth three times what my father makes in a year.” I said the words echoing in the room and silencing everything around us.

The only sound I heard persisting through the space was the ticking of the clock beside the family portrait. The room was fairly tacky with carpet that you’d often see in a doctor’s office or perhaps a grandparent’s house. The walls were a hardwood paneling and the ceiling seemed to be unfinished with some of the venting and pipes visible. It wasn’t the nicest looking place, that much was certain.

“Well, what happened immediately after you were rescued? From the news reports it seems as though your friends were incredibly efficient and while some Dodici did end up dying you and all of your friends made it out relatively unscathed.” Her words were transporting me back to my cell. To the elevator with Vittoria and Gratia, to the van in which I shot her so that Gratia wouldn’t have to.

“You told me last time a lot of the struggle you’re dealing with isn’t related to the trauma of being kidnapped, but instead, the feeling of being a murderer.” Markin said , leaning forward and looking to see what I was thinking, what my face looked like at the time.

I’m not doing this. This isn’t a person talking to me. This is a business and I cannot be a patient for someone like this.

“Thanks I feel better already.” I said storming off the couch and out of the office.

I found myself walking around alone on the Vale streets for quite some time, mostly ignoring my surroundings. But as night had fallen and local venues were starting to let out, I heard a familiar voice.

“Heehee, that was really good!” The first voice said, walking out of a theater.

“So what are we doing now?” The second voice asked casually.

“We have to head home now, mom will kill me if I don’t have you guys back at a reasonable time.” The third voice said, in a way that sounded all too familiar, and for good reason.

“Luke.” I said nearly bumping into my teammate and his two sisters.

“Bianca!” April said jumping in front of Luke leaving a little gap on her left.

“How have you been, Onii-chan has been talking about you all the time!”

“H-hey! That’s character assassination!” Luke said pushing the two heads apart like parting a curtain. “What’s up Bianca, how has your summer been?” He asked eliciting ooh’s from our crowd. I couldn’t help but laugh with April and Dawn as Luke reprimanded them once more. They reminded me a little bit of Estelle and me when we were little girls. It was a nice thing to see.

“I uh, just got out of a session… It went alright I guess.” I said trailing off. Luke’s ears seemed to perk up and he seemingly realized the nature of what I was talking about, whereas his two sisters seemed to continue on their own banter. He nodded and started to ignore the girls’ antics.

“Well if you ever need someone to talk to I’m sure you can… Hire a private jet to fly you down to Mistral or something and I’m around.” Luke said reassuringly.

“Oh, sure thanks Luke.” I said wearing a fake smile and with a sweet tone. We parted ways and before I knew it I was sitting back on top of Beacon’s spire. Staring out at the night sky and wondering where to go from here.

“For now I suppose I’ll, stay the course. I'm getting better. I'm sure of it."

Act End

Act 2/3 Torimonogatari

Day 20/120

“You need to focus.” Jericho instructed, watching cautiously as I created a bursting light at the tip of my finger. It shone beautifully, as usual it was this part that was truly difficult. I turned the light in on myself, the closer to my chest it got the harder it was to maintain its shape. I struggled and beads of sweat rolled down the side of my head onto my neck. But I stood firm. I slowly placed the bead of light into my chest and waited. Jericho stopped pacing to my side and seemed to be waiting as well. This was where I found out whether or not I was doing it right.

Light shone from my wings, but it wasn’t looking how it was supposed to. It didn’t completely triple the size of my wings, and I didn’t feel a weight change in C’est la Vie, quickly the aura and light dissipated and I felt much more tired than I had before.

“Damn it.” I cursed under my breath as I sat down to make sure that I didn’t faint again. “Jericho this isn’t working.” I said glancing in his direction. He was drinking from a steel canister that I could only assume was water because of the fact that anything that tarnished his physique was basically an allergy to Jericho.

He dropped the bottle from his lips and wiped his mouth with his forearm capping the bottle and letting it fall from the short distance between his hands to the ground before pulling his pants up by the thighs a little to take a seat across from me. “I can show anyone any technique they taught me in Atlas.” Jericho started, gazing into my eyes with his own. He was building to a point and I knew it. But I listened, there was a lot to learn from him. “But not everyone I show is going to be able to pass all the tests and become a Gold Stripe.”

“So you’re saying I can’t get this no matter how I hard I try?” I responded, taken aback a little.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all.” He said matter-of-factly. “I’m saying it takes more than me showing you the technique to unlock a new part of your semblance. You can have all the moves down and not have any of the spirit, or finesse, or any other number of factors that could contribute.” He corrected calmly. “There’s only so much that basic semblance activation training can do for someone.” He pointed out, correctly again.

“Well maybe you’re just not teaching me properly.” I said, raising my voice a little.

“That’s entirely possible. But the result for you is the same, Bianca.” He said. He was pulling out my name, he only saved that one for special occasions. I probably shouldn’t have raised my voice at him. My hands dug into the grass and pulled on it, tearing some from the root.

“Either way, we’ve got to start trying something else huh?” I said looking up to the sky. “I managed the form for a few seconds about two weeks ago in a training match against Ben.” I responded fairly innocuously.

“What was different then?” Jericho asked, apparently completely un-phased by this revelation.

“I guess I was distracted.” I answered, not really knowing anything else that could’ve been different on that day. I hadn’t been to therapy for almost a week at that point and I was still in a pretty sore mood about it. But I had managed it then.

“From what?” He asked simply.

“Dunno.” I responded getting up and wiping any grass away from my shorts. “Well I’ve got to get going, as per usual busy schedule right now.” I said with a smile.

Jericho just nodded and pulled out his scroll. Not too sure who he was going to call, but whoever it was they were in for a treat. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood today.

The park we were practicing in was downtown this time, I wanted to grab some food from there before I headed back to the apartment. Estelle and I were speaking again, but only in short sentences and empty thoughts.

I walked into the small bistro, which caused the door to chime with the bells that were attached to the top of it. The cashier welcomed me with a warm smile.

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked kindly.

“Good afternoon, can I get a pastrami sandwich on Facciata Bianco?” I asked counting out some lien in my hand for the order.

“Sure thing, can I get your name for the order ma’am?” She asked kindly.

“Of course, it’s Bianca.” I responded handing her the exact change for the order. It was something of a favourite of mine.

“That’ll be easy to remember then!” She said excitedly taking the change, depositing the order and handing the stub to the cook in the back.

Soon after it came out warm and fresh, I decided I that it’d be best to head home after getting my food. But before doing so I felt a tug on my heart. It was just a bit of anxiety at looking down an alleyway. One similar to the one we were parked at when I killed Vittoria. I felt a shiver run up from my toes into the back of my throat. But then I noticed where I was.

This was the theatre I saw Luke at a few days ago. I decided to pull my scroll out of C’est la Vie and dial Luke’s number. I placed the phone up to my ear and listened to it ring.

---

“Is that a girl?” April asked glaring at Luke’s scroll.

“It’s Bianca-Chan!” Dawn responded analyzing the scroll.

“Well there are no hearts next to her name…” April continued getting even closer to the scroll.

“But Onii-chan could just be hiding his affection…” Dawn analyzed.

“Could this mean that nii-chan is…?” April trailed off.

“Playing hard to get!” Dawn concluded.

“Analysis: Scandalous!” April said joining her sister’s hypothesis.

“Hey what are you guys staring at my scroll for? Is someone calling?” He asked attempting to break through the barricade that were his sisters. “Let me through you two!”

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Voice mail.

“Hey this Luke, you know what to do.”

Beep

“Uh hey Luke, it’s Bianca. How’re you doing?” I asked, but for some reason I waited as if he was going to respond. “Right, voice mail.” I said laughing awkwardly. “Well I just wanted something to distract me while I walked home, so thanks and I’ll talk to you later. See you.” I said hanging up the phone and nearly slamming my head off the nearest post in embarrassment. God that was a bad message. I mean no one was good at leaving messages but my god that was bad.

Ah well.

Day 30/120

“Hey Bianca, it’s raining pretty badly today, did you want to reschedule training or keep on it today?” Ben’s voice rang out over the speaker phone whilst I spread some butter on the freshly warmed toast. Popping a slice into my mouth before responding.

“Well, I don’t think we should cancel.” I said trying to articulate through a slice of toast. Quickly scarfing it down before hearing Ben’s response.

“Well what’re you thinking then?” Ben asked casually. I could hear him messing around with his weapons in the background of the call.

“Maybe we could just go hangout somewhere, get some food?” I asked. I wasn’t interested in dating Ben, in fact at the moment I wasn’t interested in dating anyone at all. But I was interested in getting to know Ben better.

“Sure, how about… You know the bar and grill just down by the dust store?” Ben wondered out loud. I could tell he liked the food there just form the tone of his voice.

“Yeah I do, see you there.” I responded, hanging up the phone and placing it into C’est la Vie. I grabbed a nice jacket for the day and made sure to wear leggings underneath my skirt so I wouldn’t be too cold. I snatched an umbrella before throwing my pair of red rain boots on. The walk to the store was fairly uneventful. I had a very paradoxical relationship with the rain. I liked it, because it felt different. The same sunny day every day would drive me insane and it reminded me that I was alive. But I hated the rain because of the grey that it washed Vale in. outside of sun showers every time it rained here the city looked as dreary as the obituaries.

By the time I arrived Ben had already gotten there. I took a seat beside him at the bar.

“So, how’s training going?” He asked casually ordering a water for himself to drink. I motioned to the bar tender that I’d second that. The bar seemed old, but in good shape. The stools were all brass with a black leather seat cover and the bar itself was some kind of orange shaded wood. It looked fairly nice for a bar that was open at noon.

“It’s been alright I guess.” I responded, there were a few noises that drowned the area out. The rain pelting the door and windows was the primary noise that I could hear, but there was also the noises of the kitchen muffled by a set of double doors and the faint sound of a radio playing some oldies that Jericho probably would’ve liked. He was into that kind of music. I slid C’est la Vie across the counter to Ben. “I’ll teach you how to lift this, just as a fun little party trick.” I added motioning to the black and gold handbag. “It’s just a training device anyway that’s been upgraded anyway.”

Ben examined the bag for a second before placing a firm hand on it, his face twisted when not a single piece of the bag moved at all. “What’s so ‘I guess’ about it?” He asked casually attempting to make the bag budge.

“Try to envision your aura wrapping around the bag.” I directed as the bar tender came with our drinks. I adjusted in my seat a little bit and pulled the drink along with the coaster towards myself. “Um, I guess I’m just not getting it.” I responded swirling the three ice cubes that threatened to melt at any second with the straw in my cup.

Ben closed his eyes and followed my instruction, allowing the bag to budge a little bit. “That easy huh?” He said, growing a bit more confident. “You seemed to get the other part of your semblance in our last training session about a month ago, feel like you’re probably just psyching yourself out.” He said trying again to get the bag to move, but this time it didn’t budge. His brow crinkled and he focused in on the bag.

“Yeah I kinda hope it’s that simple.” I responded scanning the menu for something that sounded appetizing. I couldn’t really find anything that sounded all that good, unfortunately I couldn’t find much. “I’ll just have three spring rolls please.” I said closing my menu and handing it to the bar tender.

“I’ll have your best cheeseburger.” Ben said sliding the menu across the bar, having never opened it. He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Once more Ben tried to lift the bag, this time he did manage to lift it off of the table. With a proud but altogether humble smile. “It’s a fascinating weapon. How do you shift it?” He asked sliding it back across the bar to me.

I picked the bag up and glanced at it for a moment, placing it on the ground by my feet. “I have to keep some secrets.” I said with a small laugh and a smile.

Soon enough our food was here and Ben and I were ready to go our separate ways, by the time I was ready to leave I realized that it had nearly stopped raining. The sky was still overcast, but it had lightened up just a little. I tuned to thank Ben for making it out to visit. But a question sat in my mind grating the side of my skull.

“Hey Ben.” I called out, he stopped and turned back to me. “If someone was going to kill Sangue, or you thought they were, what would you do?” I asked, my voice shook a little bit, but I think it was fairly well masked to the point where Ben wouldn’t have been able to call me out on anything.

Ben’s weight shifted and he looked up for a moment as if wishing that day never came or some other such prayer. “I’d kill them Bianca. I’d find out how to deal with it when I knew Sangue was safe. Nothing more to it.” He said in a calculated and cool tone. “Have a good day Bianca.”

Day 47/120

“I really don’t want to go, okay?” I said groaning and covering my entire body in a blanket.

“I understand that, but you’re still going. All of our friends are going to be there, even Luke is taking the train down from Mistral you owe it to him to make it out to the beach, just for today.” Estelle said chiding me from the other room. “Besides even Jericho will be there.” She said in her you have a crush kind of voice. Except she was wrong. I didn’t want to go because I felt embarrassed to be there in my bathing suit in front of them. I didn’t still have any scars, Luke’s blood made sure of that.

But I still felt so naked.

The hot sand embraced my feet as I stepped into it. I hadn’t seen anyone in over two weeks and felt like I shouldn’t even be there. But apparently it was some kind of gathering based on what I saw. Gratia and Luke were chumming it up on a towel underneath an umbrella chatting away, most likely about the sun’s effect on Luke’s hair. Beryl was playing in the water with Lauren and Ben, although it seemed more like Lauren was on Ben’s shoulders and had no intention of ever getting off. Even Skye and Sangue seemed to make it out to the beach today, though they also were resting by the cooler underneath the shade of an umbrella. Jer was firmly planted on the sand with a beer in one hand a small novel in the other. A pout proudly protesting on his face.

I could even make out the silhouette of Napoli way down in the water, by himself. Wonder if he was just going to stay there the entire time. I couldn’t figure out why everyone was here though. Was this just the day that best coincided with everyone’s schedule?

“She’s here!” Estelle exclaimed still unloading some things from her car’s trunk.

Why does that matter? I wondered.

Everyone glanced in my direction. Maybe even Napoli, but it was too difficult to tell from all the way back here.

“Happy eighteenth birthday Bianca.” Jer said raising a bottle of beer in my name. Wait… What day was it??

June 16th

Oh my god they’re all here for my birthday.

Estelle must’ve convinced Lauren to come, the team were all here, well except for Jack but this wasn’t a combat mission so that wasn’t too surprising. Ben had brought Sangue from the looks of it, Gratia and Jericho came of their own accord. Which was entirely surprising in its own right.

Everyone seemed to be giving me a little show of approval, and I must’ve lit up like a Christmas tree. Estelle made her way to the beach and Gratia was the first to approach me.

“Happy birthday birdbrain.” Gratia said standing adjacent from me in her completely monotone voice as per usual.

“Thank you Gratia.” I said warmly, she looked beautiful in her bathing suit. Even if she did look like she hated every second of it.

“I didn’t get you anything, because you know I hate birthdays. But my family wanted me to give you this card. So open it when you get home tonight, okay?” She said handing me a fairly small manila envelope. I nodded and hugged her. Her hand kind of patted me on the side, which was huge progress for a girl like Gratia who wasn’t about hugs in anyway. She left and soon I was met with Luke.

“Hey Bianca, happy birthday – I think we can both agree this year has about a 100% chance of being better than last year.” Luke said, but then got the kind of look on his face that only happened when you felt you said something extraordinarily dumb.

“That’s okay, I agree. I think this next year will be a lot better.” I said happily reaffirming the sentiment.

“So listen, I know you’ve got a lot going on with therapy and all that. But I just wanted to let you know that if you wanted to come and stay in Mistral, we could set you up in a guest bedroom for a month or so.” Luke said not avoiding my eye line.

“Oh, that is so sweet. But I could never put you out like that!’ I said shaking my hands in front in front of my face, it was an incredibly kind offer but one I surely couldn’t take him up on.

“Well I’ll leave it on the table in case you decide to come by.” Luke said with a smile and nod and he was off.

I made sure to thank everyone, even Napoli who I had to fly out and greet just for him to hit me with a silly pun.

But then I finally got to relax.

“Hey Biiiiiiiird.” Jericho called out. Maybe I won’t get a chance to relax.

“Hey Jericho what can I do for you?” I asked politely.

“I don’t know.” He responded glancing down at the bottle in his hand.

“Want another beer?” I asked casually with a small grin.

“Sure.” He said in his typical Gratia impression.

“Okay give me one sec.” I walked down to the cooler and leaned over to grab a beer. Glancing back in Jericho’s direction I felt his eyes on me. He was staring at my ass.

I walked back over to him and took a swig of his beer, sighing in relief from the cool drink hitting my throat. Huh, I guess I really am Estelle’s sister that was better than I thought it’d be.

“Gah!” Jericho gasped reaching for his drink.

“You can have it back but you can’t stare at my ass anymore.” I said leaning down to his level. He used that opportunity to snatch the beer from my hand and plop the opening into his mouth.

“Liar.” He said abruptly. “I wasn’t staring at your ass. Now come and sit.” He said pouting even more than when I first saw him.

“Alright but you scoot you have to share your towel with me.” I said to the Atlesian lieutenant. He shook his head while he laid on his back.

“You may be my own personal eternal hell” Jericho started.

“As long as you’ll have me around anyway” I added with a chipper smile.

“But if that’s the case,” Jericho continued completely ignoring me. “Then get down here and help me finish this beer.” He said motioning down to his stomach.

What doesn’t kill you.

“Fine.” I said sprawling out on his torso so that my head could rest on his chest. I snatched the beer from his hand and took a small swig.

“Next year in practice, I’m teaching you how to play poker.” He announced taking his beer back with little to no effort.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” I said laughing to myself.

“See that’s the issue. I’m going to teach you poker but you wouldn’t bet on it. This is why I have to teach you.” He said.

“Yeah okay.” I responded, sinking into his chest a little more.

“Come back to my place tonight, we’ll watch Casino Royale. You like the old Bond movies I think you’ll like this one.”

“Sure.” I said quietly falling asleep.

“Bianca we gotta go.” Jericho said, the sun was setting over the ocean and most of everyone else had already departed.

“O-okay.” I said pushing myself up off of Jericho’s chest. Estelle was still packing a few things up but it seemed like everyone had a good time. I was somewhat sad that I spent the majority of the time sleeping but the company was nice enough.

“Stella would you mind dropping Jericho and I off at his place?” I asked.

“Sure thing!” She responded happily.

The car ride was mostly silent. I decided to sit in the back seat so Jericho could talk to Estelle on the way back to his apartment.

“So Jer what have you been doing this summer?” Estelle asked, glancing at me in the mirror. I stuck out my tongue in protest to her questioning but she didn’t seem like she was going to let up any time soon.

“Nothing much,” he started placing an elbow against the window and allowing a finger to gently run through his hair. The car was a dry cool, the air conditioner was working overtime and was the dominant noise just over the tires on the highway. “I’ve been helping Bianca with some training here and there, keeping busy mostly.” He said remaining fairly non-descript. “And yourself?” He asked, his eyes glancing towards Estelle as well as to me in the rear view mirror on the side of the door.

“Well I’ve been preparing my fall curriculum, chasing after this nutcase,” she said motioning towards me. “And honestly that’s about all I’ve had time for beside a small part time job I picked up.” She said resting one hand on the wheel and brushing the hair out of her face. “Alright, we’re here.” Estelle said bringing the car to a stop across the street from Jericho’s apartment. “You guys alright if I drop you off here?” She asked casually, glancing back at me and across the car to Jericho.

“Yeah this is fine.” I said hopping out of the car. Jericho said something to Estelle but I didn’t quite catch it since he was still inside the car. The trunk popped and he made his way there, grabbing the cooler.

“So where’d you get all this beer anyway?” I asked waving goodbye to Estelle as she drove away down the dark city street.

Jericho glanced both ways before starting across the street. “Estelle got it from her work, she’s working at the bar now right?” He said casually, once more only glancing at me.

“Oh, uh, yeah I guess so.” I responded. I didn’t actually know she worked at a bar.

We got into Jericho’s apartment. It was actually quite nice. He had a perfect view down one of the streets and the summer night time looked gorgeous from his windows. He had a nice island dining table in the kitchen that I promptly sat at. He gently put the cooler down and began offloading it into his fridge. Taking the last two beers out of it and sliding one across the table, the other stayed with him as he plopped down on the couch.

“So.” I said, taking a swig of my beer while I noticed the silence hang in the air.

“How are you Bianca?” He asked, cutting me off before I started a question about god only knows what.

“I’m okay.” I responded.

“… It was nice… Today. Not being on high alert for the first time in… Years I guess.” Jericho said looking up through some of the hair that had fallen through his eyes. I took a swig of my beer, placing it back on the island with a small clang and walked over to him. Looking down on him from the end of the couch.

“You okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Always.” He responded returning to his usual tone of voice. “I felt like a little kid again today.”

“You must’ve been a cute kid, god I can only imagine.” I said walking back over to the island and taking my drink back into my hand, grabbing just the neck of the bottle between my index and middle fingers. Quickly turning it to meet my lips. The beer felt cool on my throat which was largely dry.

“I was okay.” He responded as simply as always.

“I wasn’t such a cute kid,” I started taking a seat near his head on the arm rest of the couch, gently running my fingers through his hair gently and slowly. His eyes met mine but I didn’t feel different at all. “I was a very quiet kid. I didn’t talk too much.”

“I see why with a dickhead dad like that.” He said, not breaking the eye contact we had. I stopped running my hand through his hair and closed my eyes, forcing a small smile to my lips.

“Yeah.” I said quietly, opening my eyes and continuing running my hand through his hair. “He can be a little much at times.”

“You know him better than I do so I’ll take your word for it.” Jericho said closing his eyes, bringing his beer bottle to his lips and taking a massive gulp out of it, tearing through nearly half the bottle. I realized we were still in our bathing suits, but for whatever reason I didn’t really care.

“I respect your opinion, Jer. I’d like to hear it.” I said intent on not letting it go.

Jericho’s eyes opened and he seemed to take a breath. Not showing any emotion, but also mentally preparing for the conversation we were having. “He’s the kind of person I would be tasked to kill to make the world a better place.” He said completely neutrally.

“How so?” I asked, immediately following up on the question.

“Well typically we’d have to catch him in some sort of illicit deal with a terrorist or mob organization, like the Dodici. But I’d skip that.” He said, finally managing to catch me off guard. "But I would have shot him in the head just for turning one of the liveliest girls I know into such a meek trophy piece. I had to use my Semblance just to keep cool."

“Jer…I understand." I said quietly. This time I seemed to take him off guard a little bit. "I'm going to distance myself from him I think. I've been saving with Estelle for some time. Just in case something ever happened. We can afford three months’ rent downtown and we already bought Estelle’s old car so I think we can do it." I realized my hand was stuck on the top of his head, not having moved in some time.

“…Huh.” He said out loud, seemingly pondering a thought as bizarre as the Nuit sisters working part time to afford rent.

“I wouldn’t want to lose the title of one of the liveliest girls you know, just to someone who thinks the family name is more important than the family itself.” I said.

“You won’t. Unless you’re some kind of spineless shrimp, which I don’t think you are.” He said closing his eyes once again.

“I’m not.” I said, emboldened.

“Good.” He said quietly, seemingly getting ready to doze off.

“Good yourself.” I responded quietly, stroking his hair one last time before bending down and lightly kissing him. “I’m going to get some air.” I whispered quietly.

Leaving the apartment and taking the elevator up to the roof I sat with my feet dangling off taking in the sight. If myself four months ago could see me now. I kissed Jer, was staying the night in his apartment, and yet. I didn’t feel like it changed anything. I was happy to be doing what I was doing and be where I was. But I didn’t need this to be whole.

I took out the letter form Gratia’s family and my fingers dextrously opened the manila envelope, finding a small card wedge inside. It read:

“From our family to yours:

Bianca darling, we have heard from Gratia that you are going through a hard time. Please know that as always our thoughts are with you. If you hadn’t acted we might not have our daughter. So from the bottom of our hearts,

Have a happy birthday, Bianca.

Love the Mindaro’s.

I decided to phone Luke. I quickly tapped out his number onto my scroll and listened to the ringing.

“Hey Bianca, everything okay?” Luke said immediately upon picking up the phone.

“Yeah, I’m all good.” I said quietly. “Would you mind if I… Took you up on your offer? And came to stay with you guys next month?” I asked.

“Yeah of course, that’s why the offer was there.” He said positively.

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you then.” I responded.

“Have a good night Bianca.” He said, hanging up the phone.

Act End

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Survival in Grimm Studies

@NarayanK @Write @Ryonara @Azereiah @FlitterFaux

Ben caught my glance and I looked at him for a moment confused. I saw his eyes seemingly point behind him and my own followed down his shoulder and arm to Joyous Guard. Yeah, how did he move that thing anyway? He placed a hand on it.

Oh no you don’t there is no wa-

!!!

Ben placed his hands behind his head. All that was missing was an innocuous whistle and a shit eating grin-

Oh wait there it is.

Okay Ben, that’s how we’re doing this huh?

I raised my eyebrows and feigned shock. Which was pretty easy to do because he was moving a car door that weighed the same as a full car. Well I’d show him. I reached down to grab C’est La Vie and pulled on it, gently and without channeling any aura, so it wouldn’t move. Glancing up at him with a pout. But then I snatched the clutch and placed it in my right hand gently opening it. Pulling out a tube of lip chap and lightly coating my lips. With a smile and a tilt of my head to the side I popped the lip chap back in my back and placed C’est la Vie, delicately on top of the boy’s shield.

Whoops.

Starkissed

@ihinka

Ah I attempted to make it seem like an accidental kill on the magical creature. Can easily change it if you'd like, however.