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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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The worst thing about mental illness is you have to look after yourself a disgusting amount. I know it's the only way to actually be in a fit state to look out for others, but it still feels wrong.
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Emeth: Then I'll be that friend who's the opposite kind of annoying, whispering "Do it, you know you want to..."
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Judging by the Internet's definitions of introversion and extraversion, you'd think everyone's either an extreme hermit or a party animal with no in between.
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Krystal: All part and parcel of the job.
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Bio
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
"Ehh!" Sophia grimaced, watching Fantoccino grin at Ty's compliment, then glared at the other trainer. "Don't encourage him!"
Another reason not to egg on the Ghost type became apparent, as a high-pitched wail filled the air. Sophia winced, looking down at the little Igglybuff, who sobbed as any young child would. "Hey... Hey, Medic, it's ok, they're gone now," she reassured the baby Pokemon, who rushed into her trainer's arms. That tearful face brought a shudder of guilt. If she could actually get Fantoccino to listen to her, this wouldn't have happened.
Even Fantoccino looked rather ashamed, his smile turning strained as he floated down with a sheepish murmur of "Shuuu-ppet...". Glowering at him, Sophia reached for the Pokeball. "Alright, time out for you," she grumbled, returning the Ghost type.
For a minute, Sophia and Lacey helped Ty comfort the crying Igglybuff. Once the pink puffball had calmed down, Ty made his attempt to lighten the mood, gathering up several pieces of fruit and throwing an apple in the Scyther's direction. Of course, Sophia thought with a huff as the bug sliced up the apple in midair. After the Shuppet fiasco, Ty just had to show off how well trained his Pokemon were. "Heh, not bad I guess," she commented, with a critical glance at the chunk the Scyther had missed, "but if Fantoccino had been behaving himself just now..."
That was when Reaper did the same thing with an orange placed on the table. A flurry of wings and blades darted around the fruit - and apparently missed. "Huh." Sophia's lips twitched into a slight smirk as she leaned over. "You might wanna try harder..."
Without warning, the orange exploded. Sophia pulled back, her psychic reflexes kicking in, deflecting chunks of fruit. "Watch it!" she yelled, checking her clothes for any juice stains. "You nearly ruined my shirt!" Looking over, she saw she'd been the one to splatter someone - the bits of pulp that had flown at her now covered Ty's jacket.
Biting her lip, the psychic cringed. Ty hadn't appeared to find her abilities impressive yesterday, and he certainly wouldn't today. "Uh, here," she said, passing him a napkin. Between this and the Oran Berry incident with Hammer, it seemed she had a knack for splatting fruit all over people.
Neither Aedre's initial silence, nor her forced smile, had escaped Amber's notice. The battle may just have been for practice purposes, but both trainers knew the stakes of this journey were higher than mere competition. After yesterday, a loss would probably affect Aedre more than she let on.
Heading into the Pokemon centre alongside her, Amber nodded at her comment. "Yep, and remember no matter the outcome, our Pokemon are going to be just that little bit stronger for it," she reminded Aedre. "Plus it's a learning curve for everyone involved. Got to keep those type immunities in mind."
Once she'd gotten her Pokemon healed, she let out Larimar and Tacita, keeping Almandine safely in her capsule for now. Tacita perched on Amber's shoulder, while Larimar crawled across the room, fixated on the trash can for some reason. Amber stared as, in front of the Anorith's face, a tiny orange orb formed and winked out. "Hm? Larimar, what..." The sphere materialised again, larger this time, taking on the shape of a jagged rock and flying into the air. It dropped into the trash can, bursting on impact. Some smaller stones rattled against the inside, while others shot over the edge.
"Riiith!" Larimar scuttled back as the can shook and toppled, spilling trash everywhere. Amber stood in awe. Then, she set about clearing up the mess, glancing wide-eyed at the fossil Pokemon as she did so.
"A new move, huh? And a Rock type one at that? Impressive!" she commented, righting the bin. "Congratulations, though got to say it's best to practice new moves outside. Otherwise... That happens." The Anorith lowered her head. "Don't worry, you should still be proud of yourself," Amber continued, then checked her Pokedex. Sure enough, Larimar had learned her first Rock type move, Smack Down.
"So it makes airborne Pokemon vulnerable to Ground type moves," the researcher read aloud, wandering towards the cafeteria and glancing at Aedre. "Hm, well Flying has a disadvantage against Rock anyway, but in a double battle, that's got to be pretty useful. And apparently it's not just Flying types who are affected... Ah!"
Not watching her step, she skidded in something slippery, gripping a table with her free hand to keep from falling. Steadying herself, she looked down at the pulpy orange juice all over the floor, then at the chopped up fruit on the table. Ty stood nearby with his Scyther, as did a rather embarrassed-looking Sophia.
Amber didn't complain about the mess like some others did. Instead, that look of fascination lit up her face. "Ohh, is this a training session?" she asked, noting the juice on the bug's blades, and the similarly sliced apple. "We were going to head to the gym, but you wouldn't mind if I watched for a while?"
@Nyahahameha Looks good to me, except for the two things SimpleWriter mentioned.
One, flexibility is ok as long as it's just in her joints and she's not super bendy all over.
Two, I figure that when you say she can fly, you mean she can suspend herself from objects. That's what I got from the line "Using enough threads, Molly can even achieve a limited form of flight - assuming she is indoor or there is a tall enough structure nearby - by using her threads to lift herself entirely off the ground." This is fine, as long as there are suitable objects around indoors that can support her weight.
Once you've clarified this, I say the profile can be accepted, just check with SimpleWriter.
@Pudding As long as you make sure the hair isn't nigh-indestructible, the CS is probably ready to accept. Yeah, the sample post isn't a typical post, but it's interesting. Makes me want to find out more about her.
@Genon I'm sorry but I'm with SimpleWriter on this. Some machine-like body parts would be fine, but a full on android just doesn't fit the MHA setting. Also, the reverse engineering thing would likely be really tricky IC. Sound of Silence without the strength/speed aspect would be fine though, if you're willing to redo the backstory.
@OwO I like it, glad for you all the shitposting paid off xD Accepted as far as I'm concerned, just check with SimpleWriter if you haven't already.
@Indra I second the spice idea, instead of a mix of fire and spices. Like a pepper spray effect, which would actually be really useful but not as flashy as fire, so he gets laughed at a lot and has to rise above it. That'd give him a reason to act high and mighty.
Of course, like you said, going with a classic fire Quirk is also an option. It's probably quite a common Quirk as it's a very basic one.
@JrVader I have to say the CS needs more fleshing out. As for the Quirk, hardlight is fine but it needs more restrictions. First of all, in what way does overuse harm his body? Maybe it could cause him pain or fatigue, or it could have a similar drawback to Yaoyorozu's Quirk and drain nutrients. Secondly, nuclear explosions are frankly waaaaay too strong whatever the cost, so please limit his creations in terms of size and power.
Also, the sample post is written like a typical background section. Sample posts in this are meant to be examples of writing style and skill, as well as insights into characters from their point of view.
Let us know if/when you expand on the application, and we'll look over it again.
@Pudding Intriguing character! As long as the Quirk is somewhat like Tomoyami's Dark Shadow rather than any kind of actual spirit possession, it sounds good. And the mystery aspect is interesting, though I recommend PMing SimpleWriter and me with details about the backstory, just to make sure it's all ok.
That and got to say a sample post is needed. Also, while being wounded from having her hair cut is a suitable weakness, instead of becoming nigh-indestructible, maybe it should be tougher than normal hair but a strike from a sharp enough blade would still slice through it. That'd balance things out more.
When she heard the sudden voice behind her, Kerianne's reaction was instant. The constantly alert girl spun round, diving for the shadow of the upside-down figure and vanishing. A few feet away, she reappeared next to a trolley of gym equipment. As the room lurched, she gripped the side of the basket, accidentally tilting it. "Ah!" She managed to steady herself and the storage unit, but not before footballs, tennis rackets and hoops had scattered across the floor. Not daring to lean down, she crawled on all fours to gather everything up.
"Nice try, Yi," she called, trying to sound as cool-headed as possible. "I see you've learned a thing or two from Hayes. Although it'll take more than that to startle me. I'm just, uhh..." She caught a rolling football, staggered to her feet and dropped it in the trolley. "Training my reflexes." Picking up the rest of the supplies, she hoped her cringing wasn't as obvious as the bad lie. What a sight she must look. At least a good laugh might be just what people needed right now, and might help Gabby feel better about her own mishap.
Kerianne turned to Gabby, glancing from her to Yi, her face as solemn as ever as she considered his question. If the wrestler had been venting her anger at a person, it could only be... "Let me guess. Whoever hurt Sofia," Kerianne said, voice hushed as she addressed Gabby. "If that's the case, I can't say I blame you."
Whether or not it was, Gabby didn't say. Instead, she stood up, announcing she had something for everyone to hear. As even Eira turned round, Kerianne listened to the uplifting speech, directed at the person who needed it most. Renard. When it reached its end, Kerianne nodded, with the faintest of smiles towards the brooding blond.
"You know, as grating as that constant goofing around is..." she commented. "Things just aren't the same without that person here to drive everyone round the twist. I mean, Yi had to be the one to pull a prank just now." Slowly, she approached Renard. "I was told the other day that everyone who gets into this school gets in for a reason. That includes you. You're probably never going to let me forget I said this, but under that class clown exterior, there's quite some heroic potential."
That smile widened ever so slightly. "Thank you. For making sure those who went on that visit got out."
As Eira made yet another snippy little comment and strode away from the group, Freya's mouth dropped open. Eira knew how many people had nearly died. She knew several had been hospitalised. Dammit, she'd SEEN Renard's breakdown. Couldn't she show some consideration, like when she'd allowed that tiny thaw in her icy shell back there?
Freya couldn't help herself. She stood up, running a few paces, watching Eira head to the door. "Y-You're not going to help people out of Gloomtown if that's where your permanent address is!" she called, then covered her mouth, wishing she hadn't spoken. While the frosty girl had more heroic qualities than were immediately obvious, that attitude... To Freya, it could be just a little familiar at times. Yet just now, by getting so unusually confrontational, had she sounded any better?
Slumping her shoulders, she trudged back to Renard's side at the bleachers. "You'd think she could be more grateful after you saved her," she said in a mutter that Eira wouldn't hear, trying to remind him just how much he'd accomplished that day. Not that it was likely to work. She doubted he'd even have any more to say about Kerianne's blunder just now than about Gabby's.
Somebody, however, did express gratitude, and in the most motivational way she could. Freya raised her head, listening with rapt attention as Gabby made it clear just how much he'd done for her. How much he'd done for everyone. Tears prickled Freya's eyes, and a grin brightened her face. Once Kerianne had added what she had to say, the catlike girl took her turn.
"Do you see it now?" she asked Renard. "How much you mean to people? And how you've helped more than you think, so, so much more. Like I said, if not for you, I'd never have gotten out of there. And Sofia... If she wrote to you, surely she included you in the list of people she says are her heroes. I was only able to reach her because of you. Hell, even Eira's got to be thankful on some level. She did care enough to go check on you, do her best to get you out."
Again, Freya shuddered at what her own carelessness had brought about - the full extent even worse than she'd known - but went on. "And it's not just that. Like Gabby said... You just have this way of lifting people's spirits. Cheering her right up. Encouraging me to train and push myself. You're even set on making Eira smile. So of course we're going to return the favour."
She crouched beside him with a pleading look. "You'll accept that, won't you? If you don't..." She curled her hands in front of herself like paws, tilting her head and doing the best mock sad eyes she could. "I'll look at you like this until you do!" She crawled around him, making mewling sounds. "You can't say no to the kitty stare, can you?"
In spite of everything, a laugh left her tight throat. "You're our hero, Renard. Don't you tell yourself otherwise."
With a nod, Jess picked at her own meal. By the time she managed to properly eat, the quiche had gone cold. The air was a haze of uncertainty. Jess didn't want to think what could happen over the weekend. Just meeting the man would be bad enough, and much, much worse for Roxy.
The empath was almost glad when the time came to get back to work. Sticking the plate and cutlery in the dishwasher, she glanced over her shoulder at the clock. Soon they'd have something to focus on - that was, if they could focus at all. "Well, I guess we'd better head back down," she said, making her way towards the steps. "At least that's a distraction for now."
She and Roxy had several days of catching up on work ahead of them, but she had a feeling they'd seem to go by all too fast.
Sitting up, Kerianne looked over as Breeze shuffled forward, followed by a perpetually grouchy Eira. Although some of the dazed feeling had passed, the blonde spread out her hands for support as she nodded, keeping herself from swaying. Showing vulnerability was something she'd refused to do from a young age. She trusted Breeze, as well as Eira despite the attitude, but some habits were too ingrained to break.
"Well, we were told not to take it lightly," she replied. "To put this time to good use." Breeze had the right idea, training her own Quirk by melding wooden blocks into her skin. Backing up her own words, Kerianne extended her leg, reaching for her toes, feeling her muscles stretch. Future heroes didn't just need to develop their Quirks, but their physical skills in general. In her case, her balance and maneuverability. And as much as the others pushed themselves, she needed to push hardest of all. To have any chance of being accepted as a pro hero, she had to truly prove her potential.
She frowned as Breeze wished aloud that things could go back to normal. "I do too," she said, her expression softening a little when she went on. "You know, someone told me true heroes support each other. Hopefully everyone will."
Of course, that was when Eira put in her rather snarky two cents. Slowly standing, Kerianne fixed that steely glare on her, hands on hips. "Was that really called for?" While she didn't shout, her words were no less sharp-edged for it. "I think you'll find the reports say..."
Just then, she noticed two other people heading over. Freya and Renard, the latter still not himself judging by his scowl and the blunt response he spat. While Kerianne had been about to say exactly that regarding the casualties, it just didn't sound right coming from him, stated that way. Exhaling loudly, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. What could she say to get through to him if nobody else had succeeded so far?
Eira and Renard weren't the only ones to get mad. Gabby, who'd followed shortly afterwards and read Sofia's letter, marched to the punching bag, launching such a hard repulsion-enhanced blow that it swung in a circle and whacked her to the ground. "Gabriella! What was that about?" Kerianne's tone held no accusation, only concern, as she hurried over. Gabby already knew about Sofia, so what had brought on such uncharacteristic anger in her too?
The timing couldn't have been worse as Freya and Renard entered the gym.
Several people had already gathered, including Eira, whose scathing comment made Freya cringe. "Christ, it's as if someone's died." The feline girl closed her eyes, as if that would dispel the images of the motionless forms, the viscous pool, Renard shaking and snapping as memories surfaced. She didn't need to look up at her friend to know how he'd respond.
The anger was clear in Renard's voice as he filled Eira in, not just on the deaths, but on Sofia. A fresh pang hit Freya like a scab torn open. Surely Eira cared at least a little? Her attitude was as chilly as her Quirk, but she'd shown traits of a true hero back there, putting Sofia first, sticking by her classmates to help in any way she could.
"Eiraaa..." Passing by, Freya gave her a slight grimace. "I'm glad you're ok, but do you have to be like this?" She followed Renard, sitting next to him on the bleachers. The stiffness had yet to fully ease from her right arm, so she leaned on her left one as she lounged on the steps, eyes still on Eira. "Can't you just, you know, chill a little?"
With that, she cast a hopeful glance at the person she'd emulated. His cue to join in. Freya had no illusions that she could fix everything - if she could even help at all - but had to try to bring out a trace of his usual self.
As she'd expected, the atmosphere indoors remained as heavy as outdoors, emphasised by the thud of the punching bag. "Ah! You ok there, Gabby?" Freya called, sitting up and staring at the wrestler, who lay face down on a mat, laughing off the blunder. Shoulders sagging with relief, the catlike girl gave a tight smile, but didn't laugh along. On any usual day, Gabby could expect playful teasing from Renard. Today, that wasn't going to happen.
Once she'd headed home, Freya could barely bring herself to leave her room. She trudged over to her backpack, which her parents had brought back after their visit, and with a sigh, pulled out her hero costume. Right now, it looked like exactly that - a costume. Wearing it again would feel like playing dress-up. How could she call herself a hero after that? Why should she go back and complete her training if Sofia couldn't? Or face Renard again after what she'd put him through?
Holding up the outfit with one hand, she extended the claws on the other. She'd rip it to shreds, then quit the course. She'd known deep down she should. So why wouldn't her body comply with her mind? Just then, she heard the front door open, followed by footsteps up the stairs. Slumping her shoulders, she dropped the costume in a crumpled heap and sank onto the bed. As she'd expected, a knock sounded at her door.
"Freya? You in there?"
Freya swallowed down the tightness in her throat before replying. "Yeah... Come in."
The door creaked open, and her mother stepped in. Although clearly tired from work, she bore an expression of concern as she sat down next to Freya, hugging her. "Oh sweetie, I'm just so glad you're ok. And that it'll all be ok."
Freya shook her head. "No... No it won't be," she replied, eyes squeezing shut. "It won't be ok. M-Most of them got away with it. People got hurt, badly hurt, s-some of the workers didn't make it... Someone even got taken off the course, it was that bad. And... and Renard, he took the whole thing the worst of all, he just isn't the same any more, and it's all because of me..." The more she babbled, the more frantic her tone grew. "I can't go back. Felicity's right. Dad's right. I'm not meant for this."
Her mother made soft chirruping noises, like a parent cat towards a kitten. "Remember, it's early days yet. Of course it'll take a while for everyone to get through this, but people are pretty resilient. As for Renard, I can't imagine anything keeping him down for long."
A shudder ran through Freya. She'd thought that too, before this.
"Whether you go back or not," her mother continued, "it's your choice. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. If you still want to be the hero I have no doubts you can be, then go for it."
Freya stared in surprise. "But... Didn't I scare you?"
The grip around her tightened. "Of course I was scared," her mom replied. "I won't lie, I worry about you, and about Felicity, every day. But this is what you've both always wanted, and I'm not going to take it away from you." Another chirrup. "If you're not ready to go back on Monday, that's fine, I'm sure they'll understand. Just think it over before you do anything drastic. Because if you don't want to quit, there's no need to."
Sniffling, Freya nodded. "Thanks, Mom. Yeah... I-I'll think about it."
Her mind was made up by Monday, even if she didn't know if she'd made the right choice by going back.
To her relief, Renard still arrived to drive her to school, but barely said a word throughout the entire journey. It's early days yet. Freya kept repeating her mother's words in her mind as she stared out at the rain, but her worries still loomed large as the clouds overhead.
She barely paid attention in class. The nightmares hadn't let up, stealing much of her sleep over the weekend. More than once that morning, she woke to a teacher's scolding, finding herself slumped over the desk. The hours stretched out until lunch break, as well as an unexpected but welcome announcement. Physical training was cancelled.
With a sigh of relief, Freya shuffled from the room, lunch bag in hand. It wasn't just the lingering aches throughout her body that made her reluctant to train. In truth, despite her choice to continue the course, Felicity's taunt kept playing through her head. Told you - you don't have what it takes.
Normally, she'd see extra time as a chance for a good nap. Today, though, there was someone she had to at least try to help. No matter how badly she'd failed on Saturday.
Step by slow step, she made her way down the corridor, approaching Renard. He seemed in better shape physically, nothing left of his injuries but a few cuts and a slight limp. Emotionally, though... That was a different matter. "Hey," she called out, speeding her pace a little. "Just wanted to ask..." Catching up with him, she paused as she looked over his remaining wounds. "You ok there? Your leg, it isn't giving you too much trouble is it? And..."
As her eyes met his, she took a deep breath. It was time to confront him. "Please tell me the truth. How's everything otherwise?"
Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch
Kerianne hadn't slacked off that day. That was what Alex and Elaine had reassured her over and over again. Yet it still felt like she had.
Which was why, after the announcement that physical training was cancelled, she headed to the school gym anyway. Dressed in her sports kit, she dragged various pieces of equipment into the hall, those perpetually wary blue eyes flicking this way and that, noting where shadows fell. U.J provided some security, but she still had to prepare for any possibility. Friday's events were proof of that, as was the sudden cancellation of class. The fact that Mr Hayes of all people had called off the training... It couldn't mean anything good.
And if anything happened again, she wouldn't let her friends down.
Crouching in a shady corner, she set a stopwatch around her neck. In an instant, she dropped, staring ahead and pressing her hand to the planks as if pushing at a door. A lurching sensation jolted through her, black wisps rising where she disappeared. Her immediate surroundings changed like snapshots from different angles as she blinked through shadows cast by apparatus. Reaching the punching bag at the end of the hall, she drew back a wrap-protected fist and launched a jab. She then ducked as if from an enemy's counter strike, activating her Quirk the second she touched the bag's shadow, zipping in and out of portals to her starting point.
As she repeated the process, it wasn't long until the room started spinning. She crouched, ready to warp again despite her wobbling legs, but her guardians' words came back to her. Overtraining wouldn't help. Her sigh echoed through the room as she stood up, staggering to the mat where she'd left her bag. She should rest in between sessions, Elaine had said, wait until the dizziness passed, then start again.
Sipping from a water bottle, she checked the stopwatch and grimaced. Just a few days off sick and she was already out of practice. As much as she wanted to resume training, she set the bottle aside and lay back. As soon as she stopped feeling like she'd stepped off a rollercoaster, she'd continue the session. And she'd do better this time.
It wasn't fine. Renard's weak smile, his whisper of "I get it" like she'd upset him... That said it all.
"Please..." Freya took a step closer. "Don't blame yourself. For anything."
As someone else approached - Kerianne, who'd been lucky to have missed all that - Freya put on her own faint smile. "Hey..." Holding her stiff, sore hands out, she accepted the gifts from Keri and Gabby. "Thanks... Both of you, thanks." She sniffed the flowers and gently nuzzled them before tucking them into the crook of her elbow, then read the card, her heart warming from the kind gestures. Felicity may not have shown any concern, or bothered to visit, but here were people who cared.
At Peter's words, she nodded. "Well, I don't think they were going for us personally," she added to his speech, "so let's hope we don't run into any more villains before we become pro heroes. I'm with you on teamwork though."
That was when Renard spoke up, sounding so unlike his usual self, Freya's mouth fell open at his tone. That anger, that self blame, she'd never expected it of someone like him. "No!" she replied as he paused and looked away. "Don't do this to yourself! We all held out. You did great, the jokes, the chair, the..." She closed her eyes, images rushing into her mind like a nightmare. Renard kneeling in blood, shaking, launching a flurry of kicks and punches at the chainsaw woman, his face uncharacteristically contorted with fury...
She hadn't done great, Freya thought, suppressing a shudder. Not if she'd done that to him. Triggered something in him that had destroyed the good cheer his friends knew him for, all because she'd been careless enough to step into a villain's path.
Trying to push away the thoughts, she raised her head, glancing at him, then Gabby, then Peter. "You all did a good job. Teamwork, it really is the greatest Quirk."
Her words weren't enough to lift the mood. Especially when Renard broke the news about Sofia. Freya gasped, slumping her shoulders against the wall as numb disbelief sapped what little strength she still had. "But-But why? How bad was it?" Her voice wavered. "Please tell me she's going to be alright!"
Renard wasn't in the mood to talk any more. He simply turned and started on his painful way down the corridor. "Wait!" Freya hurried a few steps after him, then stopped. She'd already made things a great deal more awkward for him. The last thing he needed was 'help' from her, the person responsible for the mess he was in.
Even as her friends expressed gratitude, Kerianne's doubts weighed on her. She'd had to do something, but what difference could a few simple messages make? Once her hands were empty, she put them in her pockets, casting her eyes down at herself. Her neatly-pressed blouse, hiding scars from brawls. She'd known danger, had to watch her back as she'd kept to the shadows, literally and figuratively. She'd seen friends beaten and bloodied. Yet she'd never experienced anything on this level. And if she hadn't broken away from those crowds, turned from that path... She may well have ended up as one of the people who'd done this to the class.
"Heh... I hope that helps at least a little," she said nonetheless, voice soft. Gabby and Peter seemed in reasonably good spirits, at least, but Freya's shaken state didn't escape her notice, and Renard... Kerianne's eyebrows furrowed. It wasn't just his limp or his heavy bandages that were distressing to see. It was the complete and utter change in his attitude. "No jokes?" she asked. "No teasing that I must have a sentimental side after all? Renard, just how bad did things get?"
At that point, Peter looked over, attempting to rouse people's confidence with a speech. While he put up something of an overconfident tough guy act, Kerianne couldn't exactly fault him for it, given the situation. Somebody, however, did argue back - the last person she'd expected to.
Her normally stern eyes widened a fraction. Then, she stepped closer to Peter and Renard, hands raised, palms up. "Look." She kept calm, yet firm. "Peter, I get what you're saying. Got to say, I agree with Renard that there probably wasn't a reason for them to target the class, but it's good you're using this as motivation. Once you see certain things... It's kind of all you can do."
Falling silent, she cringed. Her words must sound so empty to people who didn't know she was talking from experience. Taking a deep breath, she continued. "And Renard, don't beat yourself up. Like you say, we've only just started on this course. None of you are to blame."
Renard didn't beat himself up any further. Instead, he announced something that stunned Kerianne speechless. Sofia wasn't coming back? The blonde shut her eyes, gritting her teeth. She should have known some people would get pulled out of the school after something like that, no matter how strong their drive to succeed. Still, she shook her head as if trying to deny what she was hearing. "Oh god..." she finally said. "And she was so set on getting through the course..."
It was with a hushed apology that Renard headed away, unusually subdued after that outburst. Not that she blamed him, particularly as he hadn't quite been a bearer of glad tidings just now. Still, as annoying as she found his contant pranks and joking around, the lack of such behaviour was nothing short of disturbing. "Don't be sorry," she called. She lowered her gaze to her feet. "I'm the one who owes everyone an apology. For not having been around."
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction. <br><br>I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.</div>
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