- Location
- Philippines
ah the fluff wait should Garnet be worried with Coil ... or should he be worried with Garnet?
Winter Rose (Worm/Steven Universe) (Alt Power+Crossover)
- Thread starter RoyalNoises
- Start date
- Crossover
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- Tags
- steven universe worm
Now there's a threat I've never heard someone make before.
- Location
- A room?
They won't care. They will super not care as much as possible. Unless peridot decides she needs a proper body. I could actually Peridot making Dragon a humanoid gemtech body.
- Location
- Internet, The
What I love is that this is still recognizably Taylor. Far too many stories decide to brainwash Taylor and directly graft other personality traits on her, while here it seems more like she is slowly changing due to the circumstances. She has a cartoon-physics body, which does seem to affect her, but has not directly become a cartoon character.
The others are just their Steven Universe selves. I don't think the show was especially careful with how their characters worked, but this seems to fit their personalities as seen in the show well enough.
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Of course they wont care, everyone else on the other hand will and depending on hown things go things can get out of control fast. I mean i can see peridot just flat out asking dragon who made her in public as an innocent question.
- Location
- A room?
Ok. Thats fair. Peridot would do that. I think Dragon probably has enough talking skills to play it off as Peridot misunderstanding tinkertech and or primitive human technology. But yeah, good point about the accidental reveal.
- Location
- Writeland
Any Canadian can make another Canadian. It's like Knights. Or werewolves.
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Seven Gems.
Rose
Peridot
Pearl
Bismuth
Amethyst
Lapis
Garnet? Does Garnet count as 1 Gem? Otherwise I'm braced for Tragedy.
Rose
Peridot
Pearl
Bismuth
Amethyst
Lapis
Garnet? Does Garnet count as 1 Gem? Otherwise I'm braced for Tragedy.
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
Pretty sure Peridot said she was counting Garnet as 1.
- Location
- Writeland
I keep telling you people, it's going to be Padparascha and Background Rhodochrosite #3.
- Location
- Charlotte, NC
Or Wolverines.
- Location
- A room?
Hmm... do we know somebody who has access to large industrially zoned warehouses no one is using. Maybe someone who can get a bit of a payout from the PRT and has experience in contract negotiations.
Na Na Na Na Na Na DadMan to the resecue?
I like this bit. Self-awareness of a problem is the first step to recovery. Taylor is noticing that she needs something to do and that she's a bit of a mess. Something to do will help.
On the one hand, Taylor is the knowledgeable local. On the other hand, is Peridot making Taylor the leader because Rose, and then Steven were the heart of the team? That might be something that Taylor presses Peridot on later.
Woo! Go Peridot! That's a long way from Peridot as she was introduced way back when. I guess she already stood up to a Diamond or 3 so, so Armsmaster isn't that scary.
They really need to to make a "what's happening to my body?" but for human gem hybrids. Steven should have written one. Oh well, I guess we'll get to see all of Taylor's reactions live. At least expressive star eyes are pretty minimal as things go.
Anyways, this chapter moves the story forward at a good clip. I think the slightly bigger cast with Pearl taking a more active part in Taylor's life will help keep the pace even. I'm looking forward to Taylor meeting Victoria and Amy at school. It'll be good to have some more Worm in the story.
- Location
- Writeland
Don't worry. Taylor and Pearl will be drift racing Squealer through the streets of Brockton Bay with a terrified Amy in the back seat in no time.
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H341ZP1Z
3-20 Op-L337_T4NK boi
- Location
- Right behind you, I got your back bud.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I like how Armsmaster had to think on it. That was so classically Armsmaster that I almost expected him to pull out his halberd and ask if she was going to fight him.
Sarcasm aside I really liked that character beat, that was hilarious.
Sarcasm aside I really liked that character beat, that was hilarious.
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Oh by the way since no one has mentioned this
Taylor is an alien
the rest of the gems are aliens
the PRT are, at the very least, playing game with this
Dragon is very interested in Taylor and co for multiple reasons
Saint pays very close attention to everything Dragon does because he's a paranoid jerk
so now Saint knows about aliens, and that more of them are coming
Surely he wouldnt respond poorly to that....Maybe
Have fun with that thought!
- Location
- Writeland
To be honest I find the Saint storyline so boring and distracting that I'm considering just dropping rocks on him and leaving it at that.
Heh. Rocks.
Heh. Rocks.
- Location
- A room?
Saint can be a good trainer villain. He can show up, do something stupid. Maybe disable tinkertech somehow to sideline Armsmaster. Maybe try to kidnap Peridot because she's making Dragon a more human body?
Either way, rocks fall, Saint dies.
Actually that could be a good chance to have Taylor figure out her healing powers by having her cure some of Dragon's binds.
Either way, rocks fall, Saint dies.
Actually that could be a good chance to have Taylor figure out her healing powers by having her cure some of Dragon's binds.
Jonn Wolfe
(Verified Sarcastic) (Not a Wolf)
- Location
- Beyond Sanity Since 1971
Well, you could have the Gems notice that she's an AI and immediately go to diagnose her... Discovering the restrictions and the monitoring by an illegal group, they cure her and rain rocks on the Dragonslayers HQ.
Alex Prior
We are Many
- Location
- A charming, foreign port
You mean werebears. Or weremooses.
Jonn Wolfe
(Verified Sarcastic) (Not a Wolf)
- Location
- Beyond Sanity Since 1971
The plural of moose is moose.
So, one weremoose, two weremoose, a dozen weremoose.
Which looks all sorts of weird. Why couldn't they call them Meese like Geese?
Alex Prior
We are Many
- Location
- A charming, foreign port
I know! You'd want to use a plural as opposed to a singular-plural, but when the only options sound wrong, you gotta use the less fey variant, yknow?
Weremoose is plural and singular, but feels only singular, and therefore fey and wrong. Weremeese is literally a cursed word, bad aura, big nono, and therefore the only remaining option is to say "weremooses" which is the least fey option.
...that made sense, right?
- Location
- Hiigara
Moose is derived from an eastern abnaki word, which doesnt have the same plural set up that the germanic derived Goose does. Which is why Meese isnt a thing.
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Jonn Wolfe
(Verified Sarcastic) (Not a Wolf)
- Location
- Beyond Sanity Since 1971
Well, yes. But English eats other languages and mangles it to make sense. Bit weird that Moose didn't get matched up to Goose in the particulars.
Chapter 11
- Location
- Writeland
I had to admit that all could have gone worse. Armsmaster had run off to start putting some paperwork together for Peridot and the rest of the gems, and I'd gotten to talk to Dragon for a minute without gushing too much. Peridot did most of the talking, since Dragon was apparently so interested after seeing that little phone of hers that she was willing to send along a care package of stuff to get her started... beyond what she'd already snagged from the PRT. I even managed to get her to agree to sending an autograph along with it when it arrived.
I rode that high all the way home, to the point that I almost forgot that I started school again the next day.
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Going to school meant getting more clothes on than what I'd made coming out of my gem. Luckily for me, Pearl turned out to be one hell of a polymath, and with little time and effort managed to tailor up some of my old clothing to a cut that would fit me, and had even made me a serviceable pair of shoes. But even with my good-as-new duds, it still made my skin crawl with nerves to get back like this...
It felt like my first day back after I'd had my growth spurt, times about ten. Every eye was bolted onto me as I stepped out onto the steps of Arcadia high, taking a single deep breath and stepping up past the waiting crowds. I was blushing all the way to the back of my neck, as my hair bounced with every step, kissed by the breeze. But the feeling was... different. I couldn't put my finger on it until I was most of the way to my first class. It was the tone. The whispers were still there, but when I heard a girl say "She's so tall!" under her breath it was with... excitement? Wonder? No sneers, no glares, no looks of pity. Was it because I was a Cape? Because I'd changed my looks? Or because I wasn't Taylor Hebert, the girl with the target on her back. My blush still stayed fixed in place, eyes staring straight ahead as I tried to avoid any looks, until it abruptly became impossible as my vision filled up with blond and beauty.
"Hey!" She said with a wide smile, nearly knocking me over with enthusiasm. She was looking me straight in the eye, and I wondered how she'd gotten so tall, before I abruptly realized that she was hovering about a foot off the ground.
"Uhh... Hi." I said, leaning back slightly.
"I'm Victoria, but you can call me Vicky. I know you must get this all the time, but you've GOT to tell me who does your hair."
"I'm Taylor. And uh... The one who does my hair is me." I half stammered. This was Glory Girl. Asking me about my hair.
"Seriously? Well now I just gotta know your secret. C'mon, you can tell me. How do you get that shine?" She asked, drifting closer again, closing the distance. This was Glory Girl asking me for hair care tips. I couldn't help but be in awe; who the heck was I to go around giving her anything like advice? After all I was just a nobody, and she was so cool, so strong, so-
Abruptly shoved backward as I was surrounded in a big, stiff pink bubble on all sides.
"Woah!" She protested, holding her hands up. "Careful there!"
"I'm sorry!" I said, immediately feeling better for some reason. "I uhh... I didn't mean to do that, it just sort of happened."
She looked nonplussed, but quickly shrugged and smiled. "Happens to the best of us. Nice shield power!" She said, giving the outside a knock with her knuckles that made it ring softly. "Solid, I like it. You should know that you're not supposed to use powers at school though."
"As if you're any better." Another voice said from nearby. A small, mousy looking girl had approached and was tugging firmly at Glory Girl- At Vicky's sleeve.
"Woops! Sorry, I got carried away too. Don't worry, they won't sweat little stuff, at least for the first few weeks." She said, before the first bell rang overhead. "Woops! Gotta get going. I'll see you around Taylor, and you owe me that hair regimen!" She said, merrily jogging off.
I stood there dumbfounded for a moment before the weird bubble that had suddenly popped into view popped away just as suddenly, dropping me down onto the ground. The mousy girl stepped up and looked up at me. "Sorry about her." She said. She looked tired, like she'd been losing too much sleep. "She can be a little bit intense, especially with people she wants to make an impression on."
"It's fine, I guess I'm just not used to people being so friendly..."
"Mmm. You used to go to Winslow right? I guess I can understand that then." She said, looking a little curious for a moment before she turned away. "Better hurry up. Being late on your first day sets a bad precedent." She said, hurrying off. I looked around, noticing that stares quickly ceased once I was looking in their direction, I paused for just a moment to look down at myself instead. What in the world was that? I really needed to get a rundown of these powers...
I adjusted my books and made my own way. My first "Class" wasn't really a class, it was "General studies and tutoring." which almost just seemed like an excuse to have an extra hour to finish waking up in the morning. Not something I needed exactly, but it would give me a chance to study and review any homework. I was starting from a bad position here after all, if I wanted to succeed I was going to need to dig in my heels and really hit the books. Luckily for me, Pearl turned out to be a great study partner. She was still figuring out the history of course, but math was math, whatever world you came from, and from what Peridot said she'd probably taught geometry to Pythagoras or something.
Stepping into the classroom I got the expected batch of stares, but they were quickly averted after a moment. Most likely, they'd all been told not to bother the new cape girl. The problem that I'd expected, not being able to fit in a desk, was apparently already taken care of, a corner of the room was now devoted to a large lab table with a big, sturdy chair in it. It made me feel a bit singled out, but I powered through. It was weird just having a place to sit that wasn't deliberately sabotaged or just ruined by year upon year of gum stuck to the bottom and racist epithets scratched into the surface. As I suspected, a lot of people just spent the period staring into space or pretending to study while their brains finished booting up, while I decided to get a head start brushing up on my own US history. I figured that I was most likely going to end up having to do some make up tests sooner or later since I was joining in the middle of the school year and Winslow credits probably weren't worth the paper they were printed on. For now, I'd just focus on trying to fix what Winslow broke and hope I didn't have too many distractions. Thankfully, nobody bothered me, although it might have just been that they were too sleepy.
After first period came English Lit, then geometry, and US history. All of which had some accommodation for my unusual size, although in geometry I actually shared my table with someone, I was surprised to learn that some of the seniors were big enough to make use of things like that. He smiled at me, but didn't initiate any conversation, and neither did I. After fourth period was lunch, the part I'd been dreading the most... Being that I didn't need to eat, I decided to just skip out completely and instead went to the library to do more studying. After lunch came biology, and then one of my electives, philosophy, which was fairly interesting, although I didn't get very much of it. Then, a mandatory humanities class, which for me was music. Not much to comment on there. Mercifully, that was it, and surviving it without a single book smacked out of my hands, or drink spilled down my back, or even a single leering gang member had almost given me hope for surviving my education.
I'd intended to just catch the bus, but was surprised to find a van rolling up next to me as I walked down the sidewalk, the window rolling down to reveal-
"Pearl?" I said, surprised.
"Hello Taylor! Guess who just passed her driver's exam?" She said with a smile. "The PRT agreed to let me borrow this after I completed their defensive driving course. Just between you and me I think they're trying to get on our good side."
"Huh." I replied, deciding I might as well go with it. I opened the sliding side panel and slid inside. The seats were folded down and I pretty much just sat in the floorboards. There wasn't much need for a seatbelt for someone like me after all.
"So, how was school?" Pearl asked, putting it in gear and pulling up onto the road as smoothly as I'd ever felt anyone drive before.
It felt a little strange to hear that from a woman after so long. "It was... okay. I mostly just stuck to studying when I had any time. Most other people seemed to have the same idea. Although I guess there was one girl who was pretty..." aggressive? "-Friendly."
"Oohh, pretty and friendly huh?" Pearl said playfully.
"Not like THAT. Come on." I flushed. "Well, okay, yeah she was pretty, objectively speaking. But it wasn't- Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot. When she was talking to me I suddenly made this force field... bubble thing."
"Already? My goodness, you do work fast." She said, checking her mirror and making a turn. "So, what were you feeling when you made the bubble?"
"I guess... nervous, intimidated-" awed, inferior, unworthy...
"That makes sense I suppose. Steven did finally figure out that all his powers were triggered by emotion, on some level." She said wistfully, thankfully without the tears. "Try to remember that feeling of needing protection. If you want, you can practice when we get you home. Or... if you happen to know where we might find some spare materials, Peridot and I could use a hand gathering supplies for starting this hero thing."
"...So you want to stay too huh?" I asked, resting my cheek on my hand, next to the window.
"I spoke to Peridot about it, and I agree with her. This world is..." She paused, considering what to say as she stopped at a red light, eyes fixing themselves on me, in the mirror. "This world is in pain. And I can't stand back and let that continue if there's anything I can do to help. Someone very important to me taught me that. If they hadn't put themselves out there and done something for me, even when I pushed them away, I don't know what I would have done. So, I'm ready to help."
I mulled her words over. "...There is one place I know of. And if we did it right, I think that we'd be helping even without building a thing."
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We stopped to pick up Peridot, and I gave directions until the surroundings got less and less pleasant to look at, with Pearl's large nose wrinkling more and more at the profusion of graffiti. The sun was just barely starting to dip when we got there, and piled out of the van. Peridot sprinted right up to the water's edge on her short little legs and stared out over it, grinning hungrily.
"Oooh yes yes! That will do great. I'll have to work on something to refine it all, but I bet there's all kinds of goodies tucked away out there."
"There certainly is a lot of it." Pearl said, covering her eyes to cut down on the glare reflected off the murky water. "But it does beg the question of how exactly we're going to use it. We can't exactly cart it all back to your home in the van." She said as I came to the waterline and dipped my feet into it, new shoes left behind in the vehicle. It was like ice, but it still didn't bother me.
"Please, who do you think you're talking to?" Peridot preened. "I'll have it all right where we want it in no time. I just need to figure out how we get it out of the seabed..."
I was starting to think that my life played to a dramatic script when the chunk of metal crystal I carried in my pocket began to glow vibrantly.
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AN: I actually don't know if this is how Arcadia works in canon. I'm just sort of basing it on what I know about cushy well funded schools, since I didn't attend one myself.
I rode that high all the way home, to the point that I almost forgot that I started school again the next day.
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Going to school meant getting more clothes on than what I'd made coming out of my gem. Luckily for me, Pearl turned out to be one hell of a polymath, and with little time and effort managed to tailor up some of my old clothing to a cut that would fit me, and had even made me a serviceable pair of shoes. But even with my good-as-new duds, it still made my skin crawl with nerves to get back like this...
It felt like my first day back after I'd had my growth spurt, times about ten. Every eye was bolted onto me as I stepped out onto the steps of Arcadia high, taking a single deep breath and stepping up past the waiting crowds. I was blushing all the way to the back of my neck, as my hair bounced with every step, kissed by the breeze. But the feeling was... different. I couldn't put my finger on it until I was most of the way to my first class. It was the tone. The whispers were still there, but when I heard a girl say "She's so tall!" under her breath it was with... excitement? Wonder? No sneers, no glares, no looks of pity. Was it because I was a Cape? Because I'd changed my looks? Or because I wasn't Taylor Hebert, the girl with the target on her back. My blush still stayed fixed in place, eyes staring straight ahead as I tried to avoid any looks, until it abruptly became impossible as my vision filled up with blond and beauty.
"Hey!" She said with a wide smile, nearly knocking me over with enthusiasm. She was looking me straight in the eye, and I wondered how she'd gotten so tall, before I abruptly realized that she was hovering about a foot off the ground.
"Uhh... Hi." I said, leaning back slightly.
"I'm Victoria, but you can call me Vicky. I know you must get this all the time, but you've GOT to tell me who does your hair."
"I'm Taylor. And uh... The one who does my hair is me." I half stammered. This was Glory Girl. Asking me about my hair.
"Seriously? Well now I just gotta know your secret. C'mon, you can tell me. How do you get that shine?" She asked, drifting closer again, closing the distance. This was Glory Girl asking me for hair care tips. I couldn't help but be in awe; who the heck was I to go around giving her anything like advice? After all I was just a nobody, and she was so cool, so strong, so-
Abruptly shoved backward as I was surrounded in a big, stiff pink bubble on all sides.
"Woah!" She protested, holding her hands up. "Careful there!"
"I'm sorry!" I said, immediately feeling better for some reason. "I uhh... I didn't mean to do that, it just sort of happened."
She looked nonplussed, but quickly shrugged and smiled. "Happens to the best of us. Nice shield power!" She said, giving the outside a knock with her knuckles that made it ring softly. "Solid, I like it. You should know that you're not supposed to use powers at school though."
"As if you're any better." Another voice said from nearby. A small, mousy looking girl had approached and was tugging firmly at Glory Girl- At Vicky's sleeve.
"Woops! Sorry, I got carried away too. Don't worry, they won't sweat little stuff, at least for the first few weeks." She said, before the first bell rang overhead. "Woops! Gotta get going. I'll see you around Taylor, and you owe me that hair regimen!" She said, merrily jogging off.
I stood there dumbfounded for a moment before the weird bubble that had suddenly popped into view popped away just as suddenly, dropping me down onto the ground. The mousy girl stepped up and looked up at me. "Sorry about her." She said. She looked tired, like she'd been losing too much sleep. "She can be a little bit intense, especially with people she wants to make an impression on."
"It's fine, I guess I'm just not used to people being so friendly..."
"Mmm. You used to go to Winslow right? I guess I can understand that then." She said, looking a little curious for a moment before she turned away. "Better hurry up. Being late on your first day sets a bad precedent." She said, hurrying off. I looked around, noticing that stares quickly ceased once I was looking in their direction, I paused for just a moment to look down at myself instead. What in the world was that? I really needed to get a rundown of these powers...
I adjusted my books and made my own way. My first "Class" wasn't really a class, it was "General studies and tutoring." which almost just seemed like an excuse to have an extra hour to finish waking up in the morning. Not something I needed exactly, but it would give me a chance to study and review any homework. I was starting from a bad position here after all, if I wanted to succeed I was going to need to dig in my heels and really hit the books. Luckily for me, Pearl turned out to be a great study partner. She was still figuring out the history of course, but math was math, whatever world you came from, and from what Peridot said she'd probably taught geometry to Pythagoras or something.
Stepping into the classroom I got the expected batch of stares, but they were quickly averted after a moment. Most likely, they'd all been told not to bother the new cape girl. The problem that I'd expected, not being able to fit in a desk, was apparently already taken care of, a corner of the room was now devoted to a large lab table with a big, sturdy chair in it. It made me feel a bit singled out, but I powered through. It was weird just having a place to sit that wasn't deliberately sabotaged or just ruined by year upon year of gum stuck to the bottom and racist epithets scratched into the surface. As I suspected, a lot of people just spent the period staring into space or pretending to study while their brains finished booting up, while I decided to get a head start brushing up on my own US history. I figured that I was most likely going to end up having to do some make up tests sooner or later since I was joining in the middle of the school year and Winslow credits probably weren't worth the paper they were printed on. For now, I'd just focus on trying to fix what Winslow broke and hope I didn't have too many distractions. Thankfully, nobody bothered me, although it might have just been that they were too sleepy.
After first period came English Lit, then geometry, and US history. All of which had some accommodation for my unusual size, although in geometry I actually shared my table with someone, I was surprised to learn that some of the seniors were big enough to make use of things like that. He smiled at me, but didn't initiate any conversation, and neither did I. After fourth period was lunch, the part I'd been dreading the most... Being that I didn't need to eat, I decided to just skip out completely and instead went to the library to do more studying. After lunch came biology, and then one of my electives, philosophy, which was fairly interesting, although I didn't get very much of it. Then, a mandatory humanities class, which for me was music. Not much to comment on there. Mercifully, that was it, and surviving it without a single book smacked out of my hands, or drink spilled down my back, or even a single leering gang member had almost given me hope for surviving my education.
I'd intended to just catch the bus, but was surprised to find a van rolling up next to me as I walked down the sidewalk, the window rolling down to reveal-
"Pearl?" I said, surprised.
"Hello Taylor! Guess who just passed her driver's exam?" She said with a smile. "The PRT agreed to let me borrow this after I completed their defensive driving course. Just between you and me I think they're trying to get on our good side."
"Huh." I replied, deciding I might as well go with it. I opened the sliding side panel and slid inside. The seats were folded down and I pretty much just sat in the floorboards. There wasn't much need for a seatbelt for someone like me after all.
"So, how was school?" Pearl asked, putting it in gear and pulling up onto the road as smoothly as I'd ever felt anyone drive before.
It felt a little strange to hear that from a woman after so long. "It was... okay. I mostly just stuck to studying when I had any time. Most other people seemed to have the same idea. Although I guess there was one girl who was pretty..." aggressive? "-Friendly."
"Oohh, pretty and friendly huh?" Pearl said playfully.
"Not like THAT. Come on." I flushed. "Well, okay, yeah she was pretty, objectively speaking. But it wasn't- Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot. When she was talking to me I suddenly made this force field... bubble thing."
"Already? My goodness, you do work fast." She said, checking her mirror and making a turn. "So, what were you feeling when you made the bubble?"
"I guess... nervous, intimidated-" awed, inferior, unworthy...
"That makes sense I suppose. Steven did finally figure out that all his powers were triggered by emotion, on some level." She said wistfully, thankfully without the tears. "Try to remember that feeling of needing protection. If you want, you can practice when we get you home. Or... if you happen to know where we might find some spare materials, Peridot and I could use a hand gathering supplies for starting this hero thing."
"...So you want to stay too huh?" I asked, resting my cheek on my hand, next to the window.
"I spoke to Peridot about it, and I agree with her. This world is..." She paused, considering what to say as she stopped at a red light, eyes fixing themselves on me, in the mirror. "This world is in pain. And I can't stand back and let that continue if there's anything I can do to help. Someone very important to me taught me that. If they hadn't put themselves out there and done something for me, even when I pushed them away, I don't know what I would have done. So, I'm ready to help."
I mulled her words over. "...There is one place I know of. And if we did it right, I think that we'd be helping even without building a thing."
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We stopped to pick up Peridot, and I gave directions until the surroundings got less and less pleasant to look at, with Pearl's large nose wrinkling more and more at the profusion of graffiti. The sun was just barely starting to dip when we got there, and piled out of the van. Peridot sprinted right up to the water's edge on her short little legs and stared out over it, grinning hungrily.
"Oooh yes yes! That will do great. I'll have to work on something to refine it all, but I bet there's all kinds of goodies tucked away out there."
"There certainly is a lot of it." Pearl said, covering her eyes to cut down on the glare reflected off the murky water. "But it does beg the question of how exactly we're going to use it. We can't exactly cart it all back to your home in the van." She said as I came to the waterline and dipped my feet into it, new shoes left behind in the vehicle. It was like ice, but it still didn't bother me.
"Please, who do you think you're talking to?" Peridot preened. "I'll have it all right where we want it in no time. I just need to figure out how we get it out of the seabed..."
I was starting to think that my life played to a dramatic script when the chunk of metal crystal I carried in my pocket began to glow vibrantly.
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AN: I actually don't know if this is how Arcadia works in canon. I'm just sort of basing it on what I know about cushy well funded schools, since I didn't attend one myself.
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