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{{ when laika responds jasper missile will be sent STRAIGHT to the tl dome i need to see steven cooking
[ infamous shield that will always cause jasper’s hands to twitch, stubbornness rolls over whatever rose or steven may say. ] we— no one is leaving. we’re staying 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ( … ) white diamond wouldn’t let anyone get far enough.
i don’t care if i could get hurt, one of you could lose your gem. [ … it’s an opportunity. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 opportunity. she looks to rose quartz— fighting alongside a long term enemy. a long term … and jasper is agreeing, nodding along to the idea of steven leaving. ]
[ … pink? her head flashes down to volley, though there’s no time. she pushes towards steven, ] there is one thing white wants and you two are just serving yourself on a plate? [ war helmet manifests. ]
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐒̲𝐓̲𝐀̲𝐑̲𝐓̲𝐄̲𝐑̲ 𝐂̲𝐀̲𝐋̲𝐋̲ ;
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒍ike this post for a starter.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒎utuals only.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * permanent call.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ … 𝖑eaning against a tree trunk, idling is jasper. albeit nothing to do in the first place, consider it a break 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 her purpose. earth is more ideal for sitting, thinking, lazing around. progress and change happen slowly, enjoyably. the … ;
quartz doesn’t know how to feel. hands squish behind head, some makeshift pillow she watched humans do on the beach.
gems do not need sleep, a well known fact. though, plenty capable and there is perfect quartz, head dipped down quietly. there is no dreaming.
𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌, little metal piece flicks the quartz awake, amber eyes catching that of @Traitorous_Clod. with ease, the soldier is up and already coming closer.
“ well, if it isn’t 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐭. “
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ … 𝖌ems don’t need food or water— it’s beneficiary, she travels by foot and avoids any sound of a human. simple, effective and how most gems travelled to begin with.
fire crackles in front of her, face hidden into kneecaps. she’s bored, watching as … ;
sticks slowly crumble into the flames. illuminated is her tent, full of nothing. there’s no place to call home, as if that triggered any emotion to begin with, no one to serve.
* 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌.
a simple twig, unknowing @MYSTRYTREE. horned war helmet points in the sound of the direction, grin spreading ear to ear.
“ come on out, “ she advises, eye catching his shadow. a smaller frame is in the tree line, “ come on! “