Libitina Reap

As she listened to the others state their pieces, Libitina found herself rather unamused at what she was hearing, both from Sue and from Mikael. And thus, she couldn't hold her silence any longer.

"This is not a jungle." She began, looking at her classmates. "This is not a warzone, a spirit realm, or anywhere else where death is 'the way of things'. This is a school. A school of heroes, but still a school. The students here deserve better than to have to endure people telling them they're not cut out for the 'real world' because they didn't grow up in Hell or wherever else we got our start."

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Bea :> Provide a minimum of additional information

"May I interject? This is not merely a school, this is a place where on our first day we were expected to survive a horde of simulated enemies. We are being trained to fight and in that cafeteria our class were the only ones to fight for our own survival and the protection of others. I do not know what conclusions can be drawn from that, but I am not encouraged by the possibilities."

Bea shifted in her seat and glanced around at the others, though Sue and Mikael got the most of her staring.

"I am used to combat, even to the death of allies. I shall leave it at that until after we are done discussing the cafeteria."

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Lucy Livingston

"Libitina's right. This is a superhero school, not a combat school. Fighting's part of hero work, but we're still kids. This kind of place is supposed to ease us into it..." Lucy frowned. "Look, I'm sick of this holier-than-thou crap from you, Mikael. I get that you don't feel bad, that's fine, but all you're doing by saying it like it's a normal thing is making us feel like crap. Unless you don't even care about that either."

She grimaced, then sighed, looking downwards as she kneaded her temples. She was losing her composure, and her filter for what was appropriate to say. So she decided to give a more personal example, and tugged her collar to one side to show her scar.

"This is from when I was 15, just starting out with my powers. Got into a situation I couldn't handle; there were guns, I was scared. I thought I was going to die. First time I was humiliated like that. To people like Mikael and Sue, that probably doesn't mean crap. But that doesn't make it hurt any less to me."

She pulled her shirt back into place, practically deflating back against her beanbag.

"Just... I-I don't want this to feel like a competition. It's hard for me to even... think what I'm gonna say here without being made to feel like some kind of weak-willed idiot..."

I don't need to be told to know that.

What have I done...?

Edited by Enirboreh on May 20th 2022 at 5:44:46 PM

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Mikael

He was about to crack a joke about how 'holier-than-thou' was a bad way to describe a demon, but he stopped himself. He met Lucy's gaze as she showed her scar. His expression was firm but unreadable.

"Lucy. The fact that you're still here, that you still chose to become a hero despite being scared like that, proves that you're not weak-willed." He smiled, genuinely. "It's not a competition, but I'd say you're definitely one of the strongest-willed people I've ever met."

Mikael touched his own shoulder, where he'd been impaled by Krae during the invasion. There wasn't even a scar left, now - any evidence he'd ever been harmed was gone. "Even before I learned I was a demon, I knew I was strong. I've never known what it's like to fear for your life, because I've never really thought of myself as mortal. Still, I can understand why others would be afraid in that situation, why they'd be upset at watching people die."

His other arm came up as well, touching his other shoulder so that he was hugging himself. "In some ways, you're all stronger than me. And I just wish you could all see that. I don't want any of you to hate yourselves just because the teachers didn't do their damn jobs."

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Liam

Hearing everyone state their piece, Liam found himself considering what everyone was saying. At the one hand, expecting a bunch of teenagers to handle all of that at once and then some was...a bit much. But then, they were going into a job that included the likes of fighting against monstrosities like Vitallus The Giant just as well as against regular villains and supervillains. Not everyone was gonna be able to survive in situations like that. And Kana made a valid point too - that what happened was just...beyond their ability at present to handle. So it made sense that feeling bad about something they couldn't have influenced just...didn't make much sense.

Even Mikael more or less had a point nestled in there. This was a school, but it was a school for people who would have to fight very, very dangerous things. Was it realistic to assume that they'd all be one hundred percent safe and secure at all times, as people going to regular schools should try to be treated as...?

"...At the same time, this school doesn't exist in a vacuum." Liam stated, leaning forward, "Maybe we should reevaluate what it means to be going here, to a hero school in general. Because we're not just students here to people we may not even know exist yet. I-I got possessed by another me from a different freaking universe, and I don't think there's a lot the teachers could do to know about the likelihood of that happening ahead of time. Maybe don't tell each other we're not ready if we didn't grow up in some other dimension or jungle...but maybe we should take a leaf from Mikael and Sue's book and act like there's always a chance we might need to enter jungle survival mode at a moment's notice. Villains like Elim and his friends aren't just gonna let The Saint train up the next generation of people to beat him and his legion of losers up with zero response."

Edited by NickTheSwing on May 20th 2022 at 12:01:53 PM

Sue

Sue had fucked up.

Again.

Again again.

It wasn't the first time she fucked up and it wouldn't be that last, but for the second time today, her careless words had consequences. She didn't think there would be, but there were. She was happy she didn't get the brunt of it, but she didn't want to make her classmates feel bad either.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? That's the last thing I wanted to say and I say a lot of things and I mean most of them but I didn't mean *that!* None of us should have had to go through that crap or been prepared for it because we shouldn't be, okay? Not you, not me, not even the big hunky demon dude. Like, I totally love the jungle and I wanna take you guys there and go on cool jungle adventures someday , but I came to this place because it was supposed to be better. But it's not. Cuz if it was, none of this shit would've happened..."

She didn't know what else to say, so she didn't say anything. She hopped over to Lucy and gave her another hug because she didn't know what else to do. All she knew was she was sorry, even if there was nothing else to be sorry for. She glared at Liam, but couldn't let herself be too mad. Not when he was so cute...

"...and don't go putting words in my mouth or else my stick goes up your ass. Got it, cutie?"

Lucy Livingston

Lucy stared at Mikael's more vulnerable state in shock. She felt awful, because she realised she'd misjudged him. He wasn't arrogant (probably) but simply unfamiliar with this kind of situation on a fundamental level. It was alien to him to feel concerned about safety. She understood a little more about him now, and seeing him uncharacteristically fold in on himself almost broke her heart.

“It's okay, Sue...” Lucy murmured as she registered the monkey girl once again hugging her, and she returned it briefly with a squeeze. “It's not your fault...”

She acknowledged Liam's point with a nod, knowing he was right as well. But her focus was now on Mikael, and she moved beside him in order to put her arms around him.

A statue of alabaster broke through the concrete in her mind, raising up around 50 metres before slowing to a stop.

“I think we're just really different. Sorry, Mikael. I-I didn't mean to be rude...” she mumbled. “It's just... hard for me to understand. In the same way it is for you, I guess. Maybe...”

Lucy barely thought before she initiated the bridge, sending a telepathic signal to Mikael containing that memory of when she had been shot. Her sheer panic, the feeling of blood on her neck, the fuzziness of her senses as she went into shock. Collapsing on the ground, panickedly calling her brother for help, smearing blood onto the screen of her phone. Terrified that she was going to leave her family behind over a selfish want to prove herself. Inwardly vowing never to let herself be so reckless again.

The resolution to wear proper armour, to better plan ahead and work with someone as an assistant. The birth of the Inkwell identity and her bulletproof suit, with her own genius little brother as her field advisor.

She cut off the psychic bridge and shrank back, worried she'd been too invasive. She shouldn't have done that without warning, but she hoped that Mikael could withstand the memories.

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Libitina Reap

Seeing that Sue and Mikael were apologetic, Libitina bowed her head to them, and took in a deep breath and exhaled before she spoke again.

"As you're probably aware by now, I'm more acquainted than most with the concept of death and spirits. It's something I get from my mother." She said, looking at both of them in turn. "I know neither of you meant to offend. I don't believe any of you intend to be abrasive. It's just been a trying time, for all of us."

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Mikael

"Sue's right." Mikael said, letting his arms drop. "This place isn't - it shouldn't be Hell."

Then Lucy came to hug him. Mikael returned her embrace, pulling her against him as she opened the psychic bridge.

He saw, felt, understood her fear. Her pain. Her panic. A feeling alien to him - or almost. Something clicked in his head, and before she shut off the connection, his own memory surfaced in response to hers.

Mikael lay on the ground looking up at the black sky of the Abyss. Above him was a reptilian demon, covered in dark scales, wicked spikes running down his back. The lizard-demon loomed over Mikael, claws dug deep in Mikael's chest, crushing two of Mikael's seven hearts.

Somewhere unseen, Zamiel's voice thundered with anger, but his words were drowned out by the pounding of blood in Mikael's ears.

Tybalt. The name came unbidden. Big brother.

There were a few more flashes. Other fights, with other demons, in his father's battle pit. Mikael's body had been cut and stabbed and battered countless times, but none had ever brought fear except his bout with Tybalt. In fact, most were happy memories; he and his siblings bonding over bloodshed.

When Lucy pulled back, Mikael released her, jolting as he did. "Sorry." He said, rubbing his neck - in the same spot Lucy's scar was. "That was... an impulse. Not used to the whole 'psychic' thing. Heh."

Finally he turned towards Libitina. "It's fine. I never realized how inhuman I was, is all. I guess a year and a half in the Abyss makes you forget your roots."

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Lucy Livingston

Lucy felt the loss of two hearts and the other injuries Mikael had suffered much more than he had her small gunshot wound, but at the same time it felt less significant to her. At least, the other injuries did. She still gasped and whimpered at the phantom pain in her stomach and abdomen, but as her brain reassessed her body for actual damage she soon calmed down from the psychic influence.

She hugged Mikael again, more confidently this time and in an overall friendlier manner. Her opinion had shifted, and so another statue pushed itself out of the ground in her mind. One of bronze, somewhat mottled and rough in appearance, but regardless a statue of awe. She was still unsure of Mikael overall, but she knew she respected him at that moment.

“...just because you feel alien doesn't mean your... your problems aren't valid. I felt that... that's... that's worth trying to sort through, Mikael...”

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Kana

Kana just looked relieved that things seemed to be cooling down with Mikael, Sue and everyone else.

"I'm not exactly human, either."

As she says this, a pair of Oni horns seemed to just appear on her head, as though a Glamour was being lifted.

"I uh... don't really talk about it, or even show it most of the time because some people are pretty not cool about this sort of thing, but yeah. I do get how you must feel sometimes, Mikael."

Kit - Not Exactly Human

So now they were talking about being inhuman. Despite himself, Kitson couldn’t keep himself from feeling extremely jealous. What he wouldn’t give to bear the charred, smoking bones of Shura, or even the yellowed, decaying marrow of Isshin, but alas, his skeleton was locked behind layers of skin, muscle, blood. Then he thought harder. Truly, a massacre such as his would make him just as inhuman as any demon.

Kit supposed he should enjoy this revelation, but instead it troubled him. For the first tike in his life he questioned the righteousness of the siege. He had racked his blade through the flesh of those as young as him. Some recognized him and begged, appealing to past memories of childhood innocence, but he had butchered them without thought. Some cried, some begged, some gritted their teeth and surrendered their lives with a brave face and shaking hands. What kind of human would kill so many, and not regret it?

But why regret it? He had been sold. Sold for a peace that wouldn’t exist. He was a good as dead to those monsters, they were the ones without humanity! But even as he told himself this, a thought rose up in his chest, through his throat and into his brain. What if he didn’t care to send mercy unto the poor children beneath the wrath of his song because he wasn’t human. Wasn’t Oni. What if he was an animal, rabid and uncaring of what came between his jaws?

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Class 1 Homeroom

Laurie sat and watched, listening to her students' confessions with rapt attention. She nearly stepped in once or twice, but the children managed to resolve things themselves. And she was glad. As she thought, their shared experiences had given them a chance to grow closer to one another, to come together as one. All she had to do was give them the proper outlet. She wished she could do more, but it was more than enough for one day.

"I don't think there's anything I can say that hasn't been said, but if it helps, you all have the right idea. It's true that being a hero can be dangerous. It's not fun, it's not easy, and it's not always safe. But none of you students are heroes. Not yet. You are students, first and foremost. And as students, you're here to learn. That includes demons, oni, and rambunctious little monkeys. Don't feel expected to become accustomed to danger, because that's not what you're here for."

But it was getting to be that time, wasn't it? She glanced down at her wrist, at a little orange watch sitting on the front. An hour had already passed, the exact amount of time the school had allotted her. She had hoped they could do more, but with their parents coming down in a couple hours, her schedule was packed. An honest shame.

"But I'm afraid that's all the time we have today. If anyone has anything else to say, they'll have to do it of their own accord. I don't think I need to tell you, but your parents will be here in the next few hours and the school wants to make sure we're properly prepared. But I hope it will be a little easier to face them now."

She was content to leave it that. Most of the students were working through their problems on their own well enough. If they wanted help, they knew where to find her. But she wasn't so sure about Lucy. She had heard about what happened in the cafeteria. What had happened to her. Seen it on camera. But she hadn't mentioned it once. Between that and what she knew about her? What she'd seen today? To be blunt, it was a touch concerning.

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she was drawing too much from her own experience. But as a therapist, it wasn't something she could shrug off. She leaned towards her, hoping to catch her before she got a chance to skedaddle.

"Excuse me, Lucy, but do you think we could talk? Don't worry, you're not in trouble. But there are several things that have made me... curious...'

It was in her curiosity that she nearly forgot Bea's request. Thankfully, none of the students had left, and it was still in the back of her mind. But if Bea wanted to say her piece, now was the moment to do it.

Edited by kkhohoho on May 29th 2022 at 4:19:12 AM

Lucy Livingston

"H-Huh...?" Lucy said dumbly in response to Laurie at first, before she shook herself out of her stupor and quickly nodded. "U-Um, yeah. O-Of course, uh— s-so long as everyone's... e-everyone's okay, right...?"

She glanced at the others and swallowed nervously, almost as if she wanted to distract herself from... herself. But she soon sobered up and drew in a breath, before turning and nodding once again towards Laurie with a little more conviction in her demeanour.

"I-I can... w-we can chat, yeah. S-Sorry..."

Lucy looked physically tired, and presumably was mentally so. She hadn't brought up what had happened in the cafeteria, because she was worried that if she focused on it too much she'd break down on the spot. It was hazy anyway, given her stupor at the time. It was all too easy to disconnect and forget that she was still the same person back then as she was now.

She couldn't marry the girl who stood up and spat vitriolically at her foes with the girl who just wanted to be quiet and paint in her room without making too much of a fuss. Her mind couldn't fit them together; it made no sense to her how she could strive to be one thing and then act the opposite seconds later. So she just... existed as she was, and hoped that people would willingly forget about what she did.

But that's not how other people worked, even if she genuinely did forget herself sometimes.

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Bea :> Ask A Question

With Laurie's hopefully wise words resonating into silence (along with Lucy's quiet response of acceptance), Bea clued into the fact that things were ending and decided it was finally her time to cover her own issues.

"I will preface my history with a question, I do not need a strictly correct answer I just need a general scope of what people think when I ask this."

She shifted in her beanbag seat, trying to look as serious as she could in such a ridiculous piece of furnishing.

"What is the most amount of human deaths one person in history has been responsible for? Their intent does not matter, only that they knew that if they acted differently those deaths would not happen."

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Edgar took way too long to respond

During the whole thing Edgar was thinking what to say, his past wasnt pretty but seing the others confess their problems made his seems pretty little in retrospective for crying outloud someone was raised in hell.

He was trembling silently like a nerveous little purple guy. He failed to actually talk his problems out.

Khulan - Homeroom Therapy

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Khulan curled up quietly on her beanbag, watching her classmates share. She was shamelessly beaming when Sue and even Mikael gave Lucy hugs and apologized. And apologies and real talk were coming out all around. Even aside from Mikael, she gave special attention to Kana reducing her glamour briefly. But I wouldn't just be letting down a glamour. Khulan didn't follow suit with those revelations. Not in a crowded room before parent's night.

All too soon the session ended. Kinda. Apparently, Lucy would have to catch up, which Khulan resolved not to make awkward by questioning the girl on. "Hey, we can practice some after this, before our folks get here," she suggested hastily to Lucy and Libitina before the therapist took the former away.

Khulan didn't leave herself yet or answer Bea's question. As with many such questions, she could google it. But here, none of their answers would probably matter for whatever point Bea was about to make. And given this was therapy, Khulan didn't guess something off the top of her head. She simply stopped lounging and sat up to give Bea respectful attention. And wait for someone gifted to answer.

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Class 1 Homeroom/Laurie's Office

"Thank you, Lucy. Follow me, please..."

With Lucy's acceptance, she led down the hallway, past the other homeroom and straight towards her office. The last thing she wanted was to make her more anxious than she already was, or to interrupt Bea. She didn't want to make this a full session, but it was better than hashing this out in the hallway.

"Here we are! Take a seat, won't you?"

As soon as Lucy entered the office, she'd notice it was... cozy. The walls and floor were painted in bright pastels, and the ceiling was like something out of a children's story book. A bright sunny sky with fluffy little clouds, the sun even possessing a crudely drawn smily face.

In spite of looking like a children's playroom, a large desk sat square in the middle, with a tall orange closet in the corner. The desk was filled with papers and knickknacks, but the closet was open for all to see. A form fitting jester's outfit hung on a candy cane, the same color as a tangerine. But Laurie didn't draw attention to it. She sat at her desk, offering Lucy a seat in the opposite chair.

"Now, this is not an interrogation. At any point, you can turn away or walk back into the classroom and that will be that. I don't want to push you any more than you already have been, so if you want to stop, then we'll stop."

She took a deep breath. She wasn't sure where this would go, but she had to at least ask. And if she didn't want to take this further, that was fine too.

"...do you want to talk about what happened in the cafeteria?"

Edited by kkhohoho on May 29th 2022 at 6:29:02 AM

Lucy Livingston

"What happened in the cafeteria...?" Lucy said plainly, sitting down and drawing her legs up onto the chair in a crossed position. "L-Laurie... everything happened in the cafeteria. I can't... even remember exactly what I did that stands out. I know I overloaded... I'm glad it wasn't a major one. But what did you mean...?"

She wasn't playing dumb. Lucy genuinely wasn't entirely sure what Laurie was referring to, specifically. But she had a gut feeling, and she didn't know how well she could answer the therapist's questions. Mostly because thinking about certain things hurt, and it made it difficult to recall the details.

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Laurie

"Yes, you overloaded. It was a stressful situation for everyone, so no-one would blame you. Everyone has their moments. I certainly have..."

She needed to switch tacts. Lucy didn't remember what happened, not that specific moment. And what she did remember didn't seem out of the ordinary. That was concerning in itself, but she didn't remember what she said. Or how she said it. And that was troubling.

"...but I'm not asking about what you did. I'm asking about what you said. When you overloaded and attacked Emil, do you remember what you told him?"

Lucy Livingston

"...o-oh. You mean... I said that—"

...

No sound came out.

Lucy frowned, and tried again. Louder this time.

"...I-I mean, you're talking about when... when I was..."

Still nothing.

It sounded as if she was leading into it, but then her words faltered and got jumbled up before they could leave her mouth. She pursed her lips as she tried to grasp what she wasn't able to articulate, but something just... hurt. It was something primal, but also alien to her. Like she was trying to recall something from when her brain had stopped working properly, and so it... stung, somehow. It felt like a wound in her skull. It wasn't normal.

Then, suddenly, she felt herself almost leave the present moment and mentally switch off—her countenance fell into a listless expression as she monotonously recounted the gist of what she'd said in the cafeteria.

"Brenton Point State Park. Abandoned estate. Th-There's a cell—"

She faltered again, but it was merely her voice becoming shaky, as she stared down at the floor and resisted a full-body shiver.

"...th-there's an empty cell in the west wing. B-Built to contain an ESPer f-for transport. It's busted now... i-it can't be salvaged. I-I was angry—"

She swallowed hard, trying to hold herself together as she blinked back tears.

"...I-I said that... t-to Emil... there were 38 found, and 2 unaccounted for. O-One was MIA, the other... the other escaped. P-Personnel from... f-from the Mochizuki International Marketing Agency. I-It wasn't for... i-it wasn't for advertising..."

International marketing.

Double meaning.

Lucy looked extaordinarily small in her seat as she let this sink in.

"...L-Laurie? It... i-it hurts to remember. I don't even... k-know if I was really awake. I-I just remember leaving... a-and running for home..."

Edited by Enirboreh on May 29th 2022 at 2:13:31 PM

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Laurie

"Shh. It's okay, Lucy. Don't push yourself. Like I said, this isn't an interrogation. If it hurts to remember, then don't."

But that didn't change the facts. Something had gone down. Something Lucy couldn't remember, not without causing herself pain. And from what she could tell, that pain ran deep. Probably a mental block, but if so, it was a doozy.

But that was only the most straightforward explanation. There could have been any number of reasons, anything else that could have led to her current predicament. But she wasn't about to play armchair diagnosis. Until she knew for sure, there wasn't much she could do. And there was only one way to know.

"As things stand, I'll have to recommend you start coming in for regular sessions. If you were anyone else, I'd suggest an off-campus psychiatrist, but I don't know if that would be the best choice. But believe me when I say I want to help you. It's just a question of figuring out how. And if we work together, I think we can. Okay, Lucy?"

Edited by kkhohoho on May 29th 2022 at 10:48:22 AM

Lucy Livingston

"O-Okay..." Lucy nodded slightly, before getting up and hesitating a moment before shuffling forward to give Laurie a brief hug. "I-I don't want anyone to worry, s-so I'm gonna head back... th-thanks, Laurie. I-I'll see you later...?"

She almost shrank out of the room after this, her head bowed deeply in thought. She didn't really want... this. She just wanted to be... fine. She didn't want to get into this whole thing of getting better, because that meant accepting that there was something wrong with her. She knew something was wrong with her, but she didn't want to make a big deal about it. She had other crap going on.

Hold on, Khulan had asked something of her before Laurie had led her off, right? Lucy moved back to the homeroom and moved back near to Khulan and Libitina, looking between them strangely. She hadn't given it much thought before, but they were really her friends. But what about the others? She'd remembered making friends with some of them before, but now she couldn't remember. Was she really that shallow...?

She could feel herself slipping away from... herself. Again. Lucy couldn't remember what she looked like for a moment, and she swallowed anxiously as she looked down at her own hands. That's right, she painted her nails. Did she do that this morning? She couldn't...

She unconsciously moved to lean into Khulan, giving her a hug. She wasn't sure why the girl with spider powers was a comfort to her, but she reminded her almost of a sister. One she'd never had; not at all like Hannah. Lucy felt like she was about to cry again, but she was too tired to muster up the energy.

"Wh-What was she do—" she began, pausing at her own fumbled question before frowning and trying again. "Wh-What were we doing...? P-Practicing something, right...? C-Can't remember what you meant..."

Just admit you don't know who you are.

Why are you talking like that...?

Why are—

Lucy found the energy to cry at that. Not heavily, only quietly. She just closed her eyes briefly and let tears fall. She was so jumbled up over dredging up that memory that she'd lost track of herself. Even her own thoughts weren't referring to themselves like they used to. Like there was no 'I' in her anymore. She didn't know who that was.

"...I-I don't know who she is..." she admitted out loud, albeit in a whisper. "Wh-Who 'Lucy' is. I-I keep forgetting... I-I don't know who I am..."

Edited by Enirboreh on May 30th 2022 at 1:53:10 PM

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Khulan - Homeroom

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Khulan returned Lucy's hug almost on instinct. She let Lucy cry against her and gently stroked the other girl's back.

"Peace and Roses," Khulan answered Lucy's first question. "And mostly making noise at the start until we work out some beautiful rock. I think only your costume had the giant rose. We kinda just didn't fight over the peace sign."

"It'll come," Khulan had no way of knowing that to be sure. But some things had to be taken on faith. Faith and knowing that one would rigorously work to making it happen. She also had no way of knowing what to do in this situation. Just that she wasn't leaving and that she'd be there to help Lucy through it. "You have time. And space. Take your time with it. And ask whatever you need." She'd known Lucy for a day, but she'd try. Khulan could keep this up as long as Lucy needed.

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Libitina Reap - Homeroom

While she wasn't privy to what exactly Lucy and the counselor had talked about, as she felt that private matters were exactly that, Libitina knew that Lucy was in not at all great shape. And given that Khulan had suggested practicing...something together, it was a suggestion she could get behind. And so, while Lucy and Khulan were hugging, she gently if awkwardly pat Lucy's shoulder. "We're here for you. If you want to come to our room, feel free to do so." She then looked at Khulan to see if she'd agree with this proposal.

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