Team: TRRA ///// Racoon Faunus///// Student///// Ex-thief What's up?: Finding Astra!! Where am I?: Class...room... B Who are my peeps!? Astra! Ooc; <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Tra la la laaaa~ Off we go to search for Astra!!! Where would she be though?? After leaving the cafeteria, Rowan was unsure. Taking his scroll out of his pocket, he would text her up, biting his lip in guilt. She was suffering enough all ready and here he was trying to get ahold of her! It was u fortunate he even had to call her, since he couldn't spell very good. It was only once he was tokd the directions she was at did he make his way there, silently hoping his teammate was still in good health. If only Ryker would hurry though too so they could get her a new sock already. It was amazing how long it was taking. Astra needed socks! Socks she was going to get!! Soon...hopefully.
It had been quite a few minutes to get there, as the odd stop to garbage bins and interesting smells, the rain being the most distracting benefactor. Still, his conquest at hand was calling to him, and rushing across the courtyardnto classroom B was the quickest route for him to take. "Im coming Astraaa!!" Was the poor girl terrified!? Calm!? Over the edge with female no no stuff!? Finally reaching classroom B would he find out. Scurrying in, he was drenched a little from the rain, hair flattened and clothes at least drying a little. Glancing around the room before he finally spotted Astra near a vent, relieved she was at least was coming off alright for the moment. He woukd finally speak then, pure relief all over his face. "You never came back to the food heaven room... Are... Are you okay?"
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Youroka Kage
Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 6:11 am
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Astra would jump, the vibrations going through her chest. A squeak would leave her mouth. It had been so unexpected, that it caused her to sit down. Why did this have to happen to her?! She had no clue where her precious socks were, and all she wanted was her socks. She calmed herself for a moment, before telling Rowan how to get to her.
She waited on the ground for Rowan, her hands around the scroll. She didn't want to put it away, as she was afraid of that feeling causing her to squeak again. Rowan called for her, her ears perked up, but she wasn't ready for him to try to touch her. She was tense. "I'm fine. That was my plan, I couldn't go back, because the lady would have tried to give Ryker back." She would give a half hearted smile.
A few moments later, she would sigh. "Ok, that's a lie. I'm not doing well, I feel really helpless, and I know I should rely on my friends, but every touch almost hurts. Even the rain made me have to come in here. I feel hopeless, I just want to live my life, but I feel like I did at home, smothered." She put her scroll on the floor, and started to hug her legs, placing her head on her knees.
Team: TRRA ///// Racoon Faunus///// Student///// Ex-thief What's up?: Trying to cheer up Astra! Where am I?: Class...room... B Who are my peeps!? Astra! Ooc; <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Good gravy! Her mood was so saddening Rowan wanted to hold and cuddle and at last cheer her up somehow in such a matter! Unfortunately so, in her condition hugging would be the last thing to do. So saddening! She liked hugs! He liked giving hugs! How tragic this whole morning was already, reducing her to this terribly conditioned state. There wasn't to much he could actually do, aside from talking. So limited and helpless to help her. It was his own semblance and he should have known better about his own power. How unfair! To make matters worse it was easy to see she went as far to brush it all off while bringing up Ryker. An A for effort, and she almost fooled him. Joining her on the floor, he found out much more.
It was when she told the truth, did her frown in more worry. The fact she was feeling helpless and smothered were words he wished he did not have to hear. The poor girl! "I'm so sorry!!! He panicked a moment, only able to apologize. "I can... Only suggest try to think of things... That make your skin crawl in disgust! Like.... Sandpaper?? bad apples? Stinky socks?? Er.. Usually I would think of "what if" situations to distract my mind... It helped my control... Maybe we could try it?" A perhaps good start? he sat back a little, thinking for a moment. "Oh! I got one. What if... They one day make "chipmunk appreciation day," and ask you to be the prime minister to set ways on how to celebrate it... What would you do~?"
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Youroka Kage
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 7:22 pm
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Astra would raise an eyebrow at her fellow rodent. He wanted to know what she would do if she was in charge of a chipmunk appreciation day? She would think for a little, the vent blowing warm air on her again. "First I would have a lot of things to climb, or to chew. My brothers have a thing for chewing, they got chipmunk teeth. I would want something to scratch. I can do a lot of damage with these claws." She would show him her claws. They were the same ones he had felt on her tail, but they didn't look dangerous. That was the point. They could be used to snap wires and other fun things like that. "Glitter cannons of course would have to be there, along with nuts, lots of nuts." Her mood was getting a bit better.
Then she would jump when her phone vibrated in her hands. The Vibrations felt like they went all the way down to her soul. It wasn't a good feeling. She would open up the text from Ryker. "I am in dorm room 10. They are both still here, but seem to be leaving soon. I will text you again once the coast is clear. Do not respond till after." Her eyes would show fear. They had to go outside in the rain again. She couldn't handle that. She barely made it inside last time..."I can't go back out in the rain..." There was actual fear in her voice.
Team: TRRA ///// Racoon Faunus///// Student///// Ex-thief What's up?: Trying to cheer up Astra! Where am I?: Class...room... B Who are my peeps!? Astra! Ooc; <><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Ooh~! Progress was in session!! So far so good! While Astra was following along, Things to climb and to chew sounded awesome! ...Ah!? Astra has brothers! His smile remained, but he thought of is own siblings when that had come up. Luckily with her showing him her claws did it keep him from his mind sinking, admiring them. How they looked more useful than his own nails, as they were chipped down a lot from foraging out of bins. Why do girls have such pretty hands? No wait! That was a natural thing! If they didnt have soft hands the world would be in chaos! No wait... Just the future generations. They could not compare to the glitter cannon she had mentioned. Or the nuts! What sort of nuts!? Acorns!? Almonds? Pistachios!? All of the above!? Before he could even ask, all the effort and process into helping had went down the drain. The buzzing from her scroll seemed to put the chipmunk back to square one. Unfortunately, he had a scroll, but had no idea how to read or use it. It was only lucky for him his scroll had been set up with a text to speech function, the message reading aloud to him. Recieving Ryker's two message, he knew they had to ge themselves motivted to move. The problem was the rain outside. How in the teriyaki chicken could he get her from the rain as much as he possibly could!? There was nothing helpful in the classroom, and surely he she couldn't try to outrun the rain drops unless she could go invisible too!? He forgot to bring an umbrella with him, so any proper protection had been out of the question. There was only one option he could do.... "We must go meet Ryker!.... Excuse.... Excuse me Astra~!" Though he had on two layers of shirts, Rowan removed the top layer, which was his short sleeved shirt. He had to remove the long sleeved he had on still, quickly putting the short sleeve back on once he removed the other. Astrid had enough problems! His awesome chest would be too much! Or so much how he would like to claim it. with his long sleeved shirt in both hands, he held it up by both sleeves.Approaching the chipmunk quickly, he would gently bring her closer to him by her ams, using the fabric to seperate their contact. Instead of saying anything, Rowan would wrap the shirt around her, before moving to her side picking her up into his arms. With a calming smile he was careful of her tail, gently moving it around her legs to sover them better. "I have no further idea how to get us out of the weather, and I am sorry~! This will be a mildl bumpy ride! If it gets to much please let me know throughout so I can find a dry spot to catch your breath! I am fast on my feet and I'll pick as many dry spots out as much as I can! Please! Do your best to relax! I am sorry in advance for the bumpy ride across! Trust me though please!!" Giving her a confident smile, the raccoon would adjust his glasses with his shoulder, before headng them out of the classroom. Awayyyy to the dorm rooms! Full speed ahead~!!!!! Across the courtyard he would take her, risking most of the rain on to him as best as he could. She was a fragile passenger and hopefully this would work!
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Youroka Kage
Posted: Thu May 27, 2021 2:28 pm
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█████████████████████████████████ X X tabtab❧xxtab Tanis hummed quietly to himself as he worked on his most recent painting project. 'Classroom B' as it was known had been out of use for quite some time, and so it served as the ideal place for the titanic grizzly faunus that preferred to go unobserved while painting. Checking back to his various sketches, Tanis was working on a rather vibrant landscape painting of the academy as a whole, complete with various students who couldn't properly be identified littering the courtyard foreground. Every brushstroke was unbelievably precise and in-depth, showing just how much he put into the detail work on his art. It was a calm and more discrete way of channeling the rage he feels as a result of his semblance, Callisto's Fury. As Tanis got increasingly focused on his work he eventually became so focused on his work with the painting, he failed to notice that the door of the classroom was currently left ajar, meaning anyone passing by the currently unused classroom would be able to see the large Faunus hard at work on the intricacies of his painting. x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxLOCATIONxThe Classroom (B)xxxCOMPANYXNo one yetxxxPOST-COUNTxTen/10
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar had returned from the mission and had gotten herself showered and change out of her soaked clothes. Hair dried and wings as well, she'd made her way to the main building of the school, this time, armed with an umbrella as well as her messenger bag. Fortunately, the heave rain had stopped so, there was no need for the umbrella. Once inside the voluminous halls, she ran ahead and leapt up, her wings flaring out as she flew above anyone who ight be walking through the hallways. Her destination? Classroom B. She'd seen the window and had seen the Forest and the town from there and had thought it a good view to paint from the perspective of someone looking through the high arched windows.
Nearing the door, she closed her wings and landed in a jog, darting into the room and spinning to close the door without noticing someone was already there. Turning, she saw a large guy in the process of painting. She'd stashed her canvas and easel in a unused closet in the room and she was worried he'd found it and was messing with it. She took flight again, closing the distance in a manner of seconds. "Hey!" As she got nearer though, she could see it was something completely different. She closed her wings again, landing a couple feet behind him, standing a little nervously. She was embarrassed she'd interrupted him and was a little intimidated by his sheer size. She was small compared to the average person, she felt like a toddler next to this guy. "Oh. I...er..sorry. I weren't aware someone was usin' this room. Umm...Oh! My name is Skylar. Uh...S-sorry. I-I didn' mean ta disturb ya or nothin. I-I was doin a bit a paintin myself an' left my stuff here. I-I guess I jumped ta assumin you were messin with my paintin. Sorry."
As she explained herself, she stepped over and opened the closet to reveal her easel and a canvas with a tarp thrown over it. Drawing back the tarp, the canvas was in the process of being worked on, covered in very faint linework to guide the brush and was incredibly detailed, much like the boy's, but, it was a landscape painting with far more detail put into the buildings and trees in the background as well as the foreground of the arched windows rather than the few people milling about in the courtyard. She turned to look at him, rubbing the back of her head nervously."Do ya mind me stayin? O'course, ya ain't gotta. You were here first. Though, ta be honest, I ain't seen nobody else paintin in a while. It'd be nice ta see stuff I ain't done fer a change. S-Sorry...I'm ramblin ain't I?" ☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█Team: NONE█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁
Post Count: 67 Current Wing Color: Charcoal fading to purple
Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Line Drive Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
Lasting Legend
Posted: Thu May 27, 2021 6:25 pm
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█████████████████████████████████ X X tabtab❧xxtab Tanis turned around when he heard someone yell at him and then someone charging towards him. Confused, the Grizzly Faunus got up from his chair and looked towards what appeared to be another student who was roughly half his size. She suddenly seemed to get very nervous and then explained why she'd tried to charge at him. "Oh... My apologies, I didn't realize this room was serving as a painting area for someone else. And I'm sorry for confusing you. My name is Tanis." He sat back down in the chair sat in front of his easel, trying to hide his embarrassment over being discovered partaking in his private hobby, especially by a student who was likely his senior here by a few years. She apparently had been working on a similar painting to his own. And when she asked if it was alright if she stayed, Tanis thought about it for a moment before speaking again. "I don't have a problem with it, and it seems like you'd been planning this for a while based off the fact you had everything already here." When she mentioned seeing someone else's paintings for the first time in a while he paused... before nodding. "I guess that'd be alright..." He was quite embarrassed at the prospect of someone seeing his paintings, if he weren't so skilled at hiding it behind a stony and vicious looking exterior, his face likely would've lightened a few shades from being flustered by the concept... x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxLOCATIONxThe Classroom (B)xxxCOMPANYXSkylarxxxPOST-COUNTxEleven/11
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar was relieved when he was alright with her staying. She had multiple works going at the moment, but, she was cycling them to avoid burnout and this one was the next in order. She dug out her easel, which, wasn't a standard wooden one. It was made of some lightweight plastic. For her, Easels were a bit on the heavy side typically and they were really awkward for her to move around. She set it up where she'd be painting from the same location and angle as when she'd started the project. Which placed her sitting next to him. Close enough he'd catch the subtle scent of buttery sugar cookies and vanilla coming from her. She finished setting up the easel and went to get her stool before finally placing the painting up.
"I ain't very big or strong...movin all this stuff ain't easy fer me so, I just been keepin it here until it's done 'nough ta move an' I ain't gotta look no more to finish it." She opened up her bag and pulled out a few different brushes, a long-stained cloth for wiping them, and a series of watercolor dipping cups that snapped closed. Clearly exactly what she needed for this project. She set them all out in an organized manner before pulling a scrunchie from her bag as well and pulled her hair back. She uncapped the watercolors and checked all her brushes to make sure none had a stray or bent bristle and dipped a fine tip in an orange paint and began to trace some lines of the trees with it. "If ya don't mind me askin, how long you been paintin?"
Post Count: 69 Current Wing Color: Charcoal fading to purple
Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Line Drive Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
Lasting Legend
Posted: Fri May 28, 2021 12:22 pm
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█████████████████████████████████ X X tabtab❧xxtab Tanis' easel was made of hardwood, and it was clearly handcrafted. He'd put a lot of time and effort into making it, and it was set up in such a way that he had two small platforms on either side for putting his brushes, wipes, paints, and water cups on so that he didn't need a table, thereby reducing the amount of space he occupied whenever he began painting. Tanis applied a few more gentle details to his own painting while Skylar was getting set up, though he briefly paused at the scent of Vanilla and Sugar-cookies. It certainly wasn't a smell he was used to, but it was pleasant... far better than waking up to the smell of blood after his Semblance went wild. With the scent in the background, he continued his work on the painting, slowly making his way further and further up the painting. He had just gotten started on the bridge and the surrounding lake when he heard Skylar speak up again, explaining why she was storing her easel in this room, as well as why this room. "That makes sense. I usually just sketch out what I plan to paint in advance, then find somewhere quiet where I can work on a painting without having to worry about many people finding me." A minute or so passed as he went back to work when another question came up. This one hit a lot closer to home, and Tanis found himself putting down his brush, looking down at his hands in thought as he considered how to answer without revealing too much. "It's... it's been about 4 years... My semblance first awakened around that time, and for reasons I'd rather not get into, my parents suggested I find a way to vent my emotions without having to worry about others... So I picked up painting. And it's served that purpose well." Tanis really... he really didn't want to say anymore. He didn't want to talk about the night his sister was almost abducted, he didn't want to talk about how it felt as flesh and bone gave way under his fists, and he didn't want to talk about waking up caked in blood that wasn't his... That entire event had been a conscious nightmare, and he didn't want to think back on it. Even though he knew if his family was in danger like that... He'd probably do it again. x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxLOCATIONxThe Classroom (B)xxxCOMPANYXSkylarxxxPOST-COUNTxtwelve/12
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar kept painting as she spoke, clearly comfortable with holding a conversation while doing so. While her easel didn't have a built-in shelf for her stuff, she had a small disk that she'd pulled from her bag that clipped onto the bottom of the frame that held the canvas and was using it as one. She dipped her brush in the water and wiped it with the cloth before switching to yellow and began to outline different spots on the trees for some lighting effect. As she did, he replied about her setup. "I just prefer bein able ta see what I'm paintin if possible. I dunno. It's like...everythin's dynamic an' I fell like I'm missin somethin' if I ain't lookin."
When he responded to her question though, he didn't even need to say he didn't want to get into it. She could hear it in his voice. She paused and turned to look at him, though, it wasn't a quizzical or curious expression on her face. Rather, one of genuine concern, but, understanding. "If ya don't wanna talk 'bout it, you ain't gotta. I'm just ramblin cuz I ain't used ta sitting next ta folks an' ain't nothin bein said. I ain't gonna pry or nothin, yer business is yer own an' I ain't got no right ta try ta get ya ta tell me. It's nice paintin helps ya, but, if ya don't mind me sayin, it ain't likely ta do the work for ya. Ya made it out of what happened, so, there's the chance ta improve. Ain't ever easy, but, there's somethin calmin knowing ya get another chance an' ya learn somethin goin forward."
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Gear Consumes 20 lbs of her carry weight in flight. Gear: Line Drive Pouch of munition Goggles Light Alloy half-plate armor Pistol
Lasting Legend
Posted: Sat May 29, 2021 1:23 pm
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█████████████████████████████████ X X tabtab❧xxtab Tanis has simply nodded in understanding about her response regarding the dynamic nature of watching a painting unfold before one's own eyes. Though when she began talking about the nature of the incident... the events that had happened in the past rather, she tried to provide some encouraging words. And Tanis remained still as she spoke. He did survive... his sister got away, and technically he got away from the kidnappers but... Tanis hadn't truly escaped... he didn't get another chance. The thing he was running from was a part of his essence, and if Aura really was a manifestation of an entity's soul... well, then it was part of his soul as well. "I guess you're right to some degree... I can improve, and I did make it out but... I don't get another chance. And just being here, acting as a hunter, having to fight battles against the Grimm and people of ill-intent... Every time I go into battle I run the risk of it happening again, and again. I appreciate the sentiment. Really I do... But painting is the best I have to keep my mind off of battle, especially here." And with that, Tanis silently went back to working on his painting, continuing to fill in details as he moved further and further up the Canvas with his brushes and paint. It was as though he'd somewhat tried to focus in again. To tune out whatever it was he didn't want to think about... For Tanis, the act of painting was his only escape from the Blind Fury that followed him everywhere thanks to his semblance. x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxLOCATIONxThe Classroom (B)xxxCOMPANYXSkylarxxxPOST-COUNTxthirteen/13
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar continued to paint as he responded, a soft somber smile curling the corners of her mouth as he expressed a lack of further chances. For a while, she let the quiet be before finally speaking softly. "I learned it the hard way you know? From my Pa. An' my own stupidity. Only one in my family that were somethin special were my Nan. Rest o' us just simple farm folk. Pa taught me ta hunt since I could walk. Well...one day, I were 'bout six, we went an' got ambushed while huntin by Grimm. Couple beowolves. I could fire a rifle. I could fly. But..all I did was wet myself an' freeze up. Pa shouted at me, told me to get away. Did I fly away? Like I 'ad an ounce o' sense? No. I jus' ran on foot. Ain't no way I could get away on foot. Pa stayed back ta hold 'em off. By the time I got back to the village an' they sent people out, it were too late. Weren't 'nough left ta identify 'im cept his rifle. My own stupidity killed my Pa. An' I can't change none of it. I gotta live with it. But, I ain't gotta let it drag me down. Ain't ever gonna be easy. Not for no one. But, long as you make it to the next day, you got the chance ta improve an' move forward."
After a few moments, she turned her head to look at him. And, while water was in her eyes, she had a genuine warm smile on her face. "I ain't sayin you're problems can be fixed. I got no idea what you're worries are, an', I ain't got no right to ask. I'm sorry if the memories are painful an' fer ramblin on. But, I know the pain o' failin an' that failure costin somethin awful. It's a dark place it puts ya in, an' it ain't easy ta climb outta it. But, to me, knowin what that pain is, an' seein folks goin through it? It's just as painful. An' I know it may hurt, but, I can't help but say somethin, try ta help in what small way I can. Whether it be someone ta listen, someone ta talk to, or just lettin someone know they ain't alone in that pain. I really am sorry if I got ya thinkin bout stuff you'd rather not, an, I'd understand if you'd want ta be left to yer own now. But, ya ain't quite as hopeless as ya might think an' at least now, ya know someone else who can at least sympathize an' talk ta if it's any consolation."
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Lasting Legend
Posted: Sat May 29, 2021 3:46 pm
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█████████████████████████████████ X X tabtab❧xxtab Tanis stopped painting when she began to speak up again. Skylar told him a story about her father, it was on the tragic side, and while it wasn't... it wasn't what he had gone through. He felt almost obligated, as well as a bit reassured, to share his story... "I am sorry about what happened to your father... In... In my case, it's not really as tragic... Around the time I was fourteen, I started working at a store in lower Vale. One night, I was on my way back home... and I saw these guys in hoods pulling a large cart full of what looked like bags through my neighborhood. I didn't really think anything of it... and then I saw a hand emerge from the opening of one of the bags, It was my little sister's hand. I remember getting angry... I dropped all my things and just charged at the nearest guy... I didn't remember anything else but..." He removed the leather armor plates from around his left forearm. Underneath there was a lot of golden fur... but amidst it were two definite spots with no fur, perfectly circular and on both sides of the arm. Scars from what had once been Bullet wounds. "When I woke up, I was in the cell at a local police station near my home... it was almost a day later... Everyone had been rescued from the cart when people came out in response to the noise but... Apparently, an officer had to physically restrain me... I had beaten the men pulling the cart into unrecognizable pulp... And when I woke up in that cell, I was covered in drying blood... I- I don't think I've ever been more disturbed in my life... Only later did I learn that I'd been overwhelmed by my semblance... I'd gone almost completely blind with rage... my Neighborhood didn't hold it against me because of what I'd done but... How in the hell was I just supposed to move past that? It's... it's not something you just get over, or something you learn from. That rage is attached to my semblance, I can't control it, it's ceaseless and uncontainable violence... and my only consolation from it is just... refusing to activate my semblance, trying to mitigate how much I use my Aura. Doing everything I can to stay calm so I don't become "That thing" again..." He put his armor back on as he stared down at the painting in front of him. After a minute or so he spoke up again. "It was... it was nice to talk to someone about that incident. But I understand if you'd prefer to leave now. I certainly would not blame you for it." Once he finished tightening his wrist straps, he wiped his hands and then went back to working on his painting. x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxLOCATIONxThe Classroom (B)xxxCOMPANYXSkylarxxxPOST-COUNTxfifteen/15
☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁█☀█☁ Skylar listened as he spoke, looking down at his arm as he showed it. She couldn't help but feel like, even if he hadn't lost someone, he had a very similar pain to hers. he'd lost part of himself and wasn't sure he could ever get it back. In fact, he seemed to have resigned himself to a certainty that it was impossible. When he finished, she slowly shook her head, though, her smile never faltered. "No. You can't forget it. But, it ain't just the inability to. Fer better or worse, what ya done is parta ya. It makes ya who ya are. An' forgettin it, you ain't never gonna be able ta learn and move on. It probably ain't ever gonna stop hurtin. We make our mistakes an' we gotta live with 'em. But, givin up, tellin yerself it ain't somethin ya can do anythin about is just as bad as forgettin. If ya do that, ya ain't openin yerself up to the possibility things'll get better and because o' that, they ain't gonna. Like I said, it ain't never gonna be easy, you ain't never gonna ignore the pain. But, if ya keep hopin, even if yer keepin it in mind it ain't likely, you're leavin the possibility for change ta happen. And, it jus' might when you ain't expectin it. Where ya can't explain it."
She paused and reached into her bag, pulling out a binder and held it out for him. Inside were dozens upon dozens of images of paintings, getting progressively more detailed and refined the further they went. "Life ain't all that different from art. There's the mundane moments, like all the art pieces that seem ta just be copies at a glance. There are dynamic and impactful moment, like them masterpieces or specific one that strike a certain chord in ya. Always changing still, movin forward, but keepin the past in memory. But, ya get a hundred folks ta look at a paintin, every one o' them gonna see somethin different. Maybe not in the overall image, but, somethin subtle. A particular brush stroke, a point where colors mix, a divide in them colors. An life is just as complex. Just cuz you ain't seein it, don't mean it ain't there."
"I ain't gonna be walked down the isle when I get married by my Pa, he ain't never gonna see grandkids, my Ma has ta reach out to the town fer help ta keep the farm goin, to keep her life goin. All cuz I was too stupid ta do what shoulda been obvious. I took my Nan's only child from her. I ain't never gonna be able to fix that. But, there is a chance, however small that ya can find a way to tame the beast inside ya, but, only if you open yerself ta the possibility. I messed up bad, but, I decided ta try ta be a Huntress ta help people. An, what I did ta my Pa haunted me fer years. Weren't long ago the village was attacked by Grimm. Again...I was useless. But, while I sat frozen in fear, it were my Nan, his Ma that defended the village an' saved me. An she nearin eighty now. But, even though I went an got her son killed..she clawed through Grimm like a demon ta save me. It were a hell of a wakeup call an' stupidly overdue. But, then, I realized somethin that got me outta that darkness just enough ta claw my way back out. Those left, the ones I ain't ruined yet that I care fer? They cared 'bout me. An' the way I kept blamin myself, it weren't doing them no good. I ain't realized the burden I put on them til then. I Kept climin out, movin forward, an I saw how much happier they was gettin. Even if ya don't believe there's much hope, the ones ya care fer, the ones carin fer ya? They hurt just as much seein ya hurt, even if they ain't showin it. Ya owe it ta yerself an' those ya care fer ta at least try ta climb out an' have some degree o' hope things'll get better."
