#first of all I’m wearing full lapis armor
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minecraft with the maitland-deetz family
charles
tries to get out of it
“no, lydia, i do not want to play mined craft with you. i’m too busy.”
gets dragged into it anyways under delia’s guise of “family time”
has almost entirely no idea what he’s doing and does not pick it up quickly. the learning curve for him is a steep and slippery slope and he was not given any climbing gear and is also wearing shoes with flat rubber soles
lives in a house with delia that he had absolutely no part in building.
loves the dogs. once he figures out how to tame them he has at least ten following him around at all times. he doesn’t bother to give them nametags or change their collar colors
no one can touch charles because his dogs will go crazy on you and no one on the server is ready to make him sad by killing one
after a while and once he finally learns how to use the game (which could take weeks) i think he would like to get into redstone builds
delia
also has no idea what she’s doing at first, but in opposition to charles, picks it up within 30 minutes
builds a really sweet little two story birch wood house for her and charles. it’s nothing crazy since it’s her first build, but lydia helps her decorate the outside and make the roof and porch look nice! of course, she has full reign of the interior
really enjoys paintings and covers the walls of their house with them. has a lot of item frames of smelted ores and gems
doesn’t love mining but does it sometimes just because she likes finding lapis and emeralds. she keeps chests full of just lapis (lydia comes to her when she needs extra for enchantments)
thinks the birds are cute and goes “LYDIA! LOOK!” whenever they do their little dance
adam
takes him a bit to warm up to the mechanics, but not as long as charles despite being unacquainted with this sort of technology
it’s a lot of repetition and he enjoys this a lot
loves to strip mine once lydia teaches him how. could do it for hours on end. he loves how methodic it is
every time he announces that he’s found something barbara gets all excited for him and if it’s something big will give him a kiss as celebration
saves all the emeralds and lapis he finds to give to delia
is just ridiculously scared of all of the hostile mobs. he can’t go into actual caves unless someone comes with him (usually barbara, sometimes lydia)
freaks out if he hears a mob’s audio cue and can’t find where it is near him. he likes strip mining because it doesn’t involve the actual cave systems (which terrify him)
will simply not go into the nether
a pretty good builder! he likes to collect materials (again, for the repetitiveness of it all) and as a tiny model/woodworking nerd finds it fun to put stuff together
takes some time to build him and barbara a really nice lakeside cottage esque house. cobblestone and dark oak wood. a bunch of windows with little planters for barb’s flowers
barbara
god tier fighter
follows adam around when he’s mining in the caves or while he’s out at night just so she can kill things for him
is very loud while she’s fighting. just likes to shout at the monsters. gets mad at them when they get the chance to hit her
thinks the spiders are cute
on the other hand though she loves to farm and keep animals
definitely has little fence pens for all the mobs that she can keep safely (and without frightening her husband..)
builds gardens around everyone’s houses. lydia helps her get a horse so she can travel farther and find as many types of flowers as she can
has two of every kind of tamable animal and even some untamable ones. her favorites are the cats but shhh don’t tell the others
lydia
an all around good minecrafter. of course she is
full diamond very quickly. it would’ve been even faster if she wasn’t trying to help four middle aged adults learn how to play
is the one to start them all off with sets of iron tools and armor
makes a base out of a mountain for everyone at first but once they all get their own places expands upon it and carves out nearly the entire thing for herself, including a few structures that pop out of the side of the mountain
the only one who knows how to enchant anything. no one else really cares to know so she doesn’t have to teach them (thank god)
could definitely beat the ender dragon all on her own and probably does after some time.
elytras around everywhere which really confuses charles (”lydia how are you flying”)
beetlejuice
enables cheats even though they’re turned off for the world just so he can cause mischief and mayhem
scares adam in caves frequently by spawning mobs behind him while he’s strip mining
never causes any permanent damage by grieving but sometimes he will pull pranks and blow stuff up. he always puts it back to normal
has a skeleton horse that he put a dinnerbone nametag on and brings it around everywhere with him
it’s commonplace to be on guard whenever someone sees that horse tethered to a random fencepost outside their house
one day he makes little pools of lava and spawns striders around just to super confuse charles (which is one of his favorite things to do) and barbara manages to get them all into a pen with stone fencing and keep them as pets. adam is wary of this
would fuck with charles’s redstone stuff once the latter actually learns how to set it up
#inspired by the post i just saw about beej asking to put his minecraft beds next to the maitlands'#it's the rb before this you can't miss it#that post is canon btw#minecraft#beetlejuice the musical#beetlejuice#lydia deetz#charles deetz#delia deetz#adam maitland#barbara maitland#beetlejuice barry#could talk about the maits playing minecraft all day i lve them adam would be so autistic about minecraft (im autistic i can say this)
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Finally making some good progress with my Skyblock world 😎
#peysi talks#hypixel skyblock#with this small of a caption there’s actually a lot to unpack here#first of all I’m wearing full lapis armor#and I’m standing on my skyblock island#the chestplate is enchanted with prot 5#and the diamond sword is enchanted with everything under the sun lmao#surprisingly the lapis armor is stronger than prot 1 diamond armor o_O#it was tough to get the lapis armor#the lapis zombies dropped lapis leggings FOUR TIMES#that’s both lucky and unlucky if I do say so myself#as for the skyblock island it’s made of cobblestone#behind me in order are the storage system the ‘mining platform’#the tree farm (operated by an oak minion) the infinite water source#the afk station (hidden behind the tree farm) an enchanting station#and various workstations behind the enchanting station#one of the saplings in the tree farm grew into a real tree again lmao#if we’re friends you can visit my island anytime!
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For the canyon au, what would happen if one of the hermits got hurt during a scout? Like, if etho is out scouting, something happens, and he’s unable to message the hermits or get help. Would he be willing to be seen? Would any smpers besides Puffy help him?
Zedaph didn't mean to leave the canyon, honest! He was just looking for a sheep of his own for a completely ethical experiment involving pistons and a perfectly reasonable quantity of peanut butter, thank you very much. He wasn’t about to steal a sheep from someone else’s farm, and for some reason sheep don’t tend to spawn at bedrock level. So really, he had no choice!
Zedaph is rethinking a lot of his decisions. He’s also wondering if he left the jump-powered stove on. Then he remembers that it’s jump-powered, and as he is not currently jumping on it, it is most likely unpowered. Unfortunately, it seems as though Zedaph is going to be eating a lot of cold food for a while if he makes it out of this alive, because he’s not going to be jumping on anything with a broken leg.
Despite his punishment for trying to take a cross-section of something that he now knows is probably sentient (oops), he can’t help but want to go back, to learn more. What is the rate of growth of those red vines? Are they all from the same plant? Are they actually sentient, or is the crimson kudzu in possession of an automatic response to attempted harm? Did the vine know it was hitting him off a ledge which would break his leg, or did it just know “whack human away from vine”? Would the vines taste good in soup? Are they flammable? Could Zedaph theoretically knit a fashionable sweater out of them, and if so would the sweater be capable of independent movement?
He is torn from his musings of a wriggly evil sweater by another thrum of pain. He hisses. There’s... more blood than is advisable. Outside of his leg, that is. Inside his leg is likely less than the advisable amount of blood, and come to think of it, his head’s probably a bit empty as well, seeing as how he’s having so much trouble thinking straight-- well, straight for him. His jumps in logic are incomprehensible to most on a good day, but right now even he can’t follow his own thought process. What was he thinking about again?
Ah yes. The overwhelming pain from being yeeted off a ledge. Come to think of it, the ledge he fell off-- the one he’s sitting leaned against-- is shaped awfully unusually. It must be manmade. Whoever made this is not a good terraformer. Zedaph should bake Scar some cookies. Is Scar allergic to peanuts? Ow. Ow. Ow. Zedaph will need to borrow Impulse’s oven-- or he could set up his own oven with an armor stand that jumps for him?
“Hey there, who are you?” says a female voice. Zedaph looks up. He doesn’t have to look very far up.
Standing in front of him is a woman with a cool pirate-looking coat (red, of course; all self-respecting pirates wear red), with long fluffy hair like white wool and rainbow fringe! Oh, and she’s, like, half sheep or something. That’s cool too.
Wait. There’s something about sheep he’s forgetting... How could he have been so stupid?! He came to the surface in the first place in search of a sheep, and now he’s (kind of) found one!
The cool pirate lady says something, but Zedaph-- well, he does hear it, but it doesn’t process. Words are just mouth-sounds. He is in pain.
“Found a sheep,” he mumbles, “Come back to the canyon?”
“You’re hurt, man,” the sheep-pirate-lady says. She has pretty rainbow hair, and the white parts look like clouds.
She laughs. “Thanks.”
Clearly, this woman is a mind-reader! As well as a sheep. Really, two for the price of one. Zedaph isn’t quite sure what to do with a mind-reader, but his head will be much clearer and therefore able to dream up wacky hypotheses once he respawns--
He gasps, jerking forward and choking on his own breath when he remembers the cold truth. Xisuma won’t be able to respawn him, not for several days. Zedaph doesn’t want to spend that long in the void.
“Woah!” the woman exclaims, rushing to steady him. “You look pretty bad, dude. Let’s get you home or something. Where do you live?”
“Canyon,” Zedaph rasps. “I’m not supposed to tell you that, I don’t think. Can’t remember why.”
The nice woman goes very still. “Hey. My name’s Puffy. I’m gonna take you to the canyon. Do you think you can stand if I help you?”
“Puffy..?” Zedaph squints off into the middle distance, trying to remember something. “She’s the person who keeps coming back to that barrel, isn’t she?”
Puffy pulls Zedaph’s arm over her shoulder and gently pulls him up to his feet. “She is,” Puffy says softly.
“I hope she liked the enchanted diamond shears,” he mumbles.
“She did,” Puffy says softly. “She didn’t even know diamond shears were a thing.”
“I was going to make an emerald flint and steel,” Zedaph rambles, “but it turns out that items made of flint and steel aren’t conducive to being made of not-flint and not-steel."
"Who would have thought?" Puffy laughs, then trips over a vine. Zedaph makes a pained noise at the jostle to his leg, which is dragging a bit on the ground because Puffy is so much shorter than him. She notices this, and rethinks her strategy.
"At this rate, we'll never get back to the canyon," she gripes. "Climb on my back instead, I'll carry you."
Zedaph obliges, but warns, "Tango says I'm heavy.”
“I’m stronger than Tango, I’ll bet.”
The Hermit is actually a bit heavy, but this is a matter of pride now. And also, quite possibly a matter of urgency. The Hermit isn’t responding anymore. He’s still holding on, so he isn’t dead or completely unconscious; still, he’s not in a good state.
As soon as the elevator down to the bottom of the canyon comes into view, Puffy books it. Surely, in the canyon base, the Hermit will have healing potions? He (They? Multiple Hermits?) gave her a whole beacon, so obviously he/they are late-game enough to have plenty of potions.
Stepping into the elevator, Puffy presses the button, then puts her hand on the Hermit’s neck. It’s a bit of an awkward position, since his chin is hanging over her shoulder, but it makes her feel better to have a hand on his pulse. He makes a pitiful noise as the elevator descends.
“Easy there,” Puffy says, “you’re almost home.”
The moment the doors open, she ventures out into the village. The only safe place she knows is the barrel where she leaves her items for the Hermit(s), so she takes him there. Now that she’s looking, she spots shadows, eyes, movements, throughout the supposedly empty village. One such person comes out of the woodwork, sprinting.
“Zedaph!” exclaims a tall, musclebound man. His face is twisted in naked worry as he meets Puffy at the barrel, which she sets Zedaph down on.
The large man, who wears a black shirt with a creeper face on it (does that mean something, Puffy wonders?) scrutinizes the blond man on the barrel for a moment before springing into action, splashing potions and bits of lapis and-- holy shit, is that a Totem of Undying?! When the blond man, Zedaph, seems to come back to himself enough that he could reasonably eat a golden carrot with minimal choking hazard, the new man hands him one. Finally, he turns to Puffy.
“Thank you,” he says. The relief in his voice is tangible.
Puffy shifts awkwardly. “I was just doing the right thing. I noticed, uh, his bracelet.”
They both look to Zedaph’s wrist. It’s got a woven bracelet on it. The textile isn’t astounding, but the pattern on it is intricate. Puffy would know, she made it herself as a gift for the Hermit. As Puffy and the other Hermit look at each other, she realizes that he is also wearing something she made: a pair of fingerless gloves which are now stained with redstone dust.
He catches her staring. “We all have one-- oh, uh, my name’s Impulse, and this is Zedaph--”
“Impulse,” a new blond man hisses from behind the two. Puffy jumps. She didn’t hear him coming.
“Tango!” Impulse greets, suddenly nervous. Why a man as big as Impulse would be nervous when facing anyone, let alone a normal-looking guy like Tango, is beyond Puffy. Maybe Tango’s red eyes have some sort of significance?
“Impulse,” Tango repeats, looking around for anyone that isn’t a Hermit. “You’re not invisible.”
Impulse’s eyebrows draw together in a frown. “I had to see Zedaph.”
“Yeahhh,” Zedaph slurs.
“Besides, if we can trust any of the natives, it’s Puffy,” Impulse insists. He crosses his arms in what should be an intimidating display, but truthfully looks more like a pout.
“You know what Xisuma said,” Tango says. “I’m grateful to have Zedaph back, but...”
“Xisuma would agree with me,” Impulse says stubbornly.
Tango sighs explosively, full of nerves. “Alright, fine, can we at least get out of sight? Anyone could come wandering across the surface and spot us.”
“How many of you are there?” Puffy breathes. Everyone’s eyes snap to her.
“Twenty-four,” Zedaph says happily.
“Zedaph!” Tango admonishes.
Rolling his eyes, Impulse scoops Zedaph up off the barrel like he weighs nothing. He carries the dazed blond man down the path and into a cottage-style house. As Tango goes to follow, he catches Puffy’s eye.
“Sorry,” he says, “nothing personal. Just trying to avoid being explodificated, which means not being seen by the people who live on this server. You get it, yeah?”
He jogs off to catch up with Impulse, and Puffy hurriedly follows. Tango’s got a bracelet like Zedaph’s, but it’s one of the ones Puffy made out of different shades of red. She wonders if all the Hermits wear something she made.
The inside of the house is a bit cramped, but it’ll do. It’s got a bed, at least, so Zedaph’s got somewhere to keep his leg off the ground. This all feels surreal.
“So, uh...” Puffy says into the stuffy silence of the room. “How about that, uh, bedrock?”
Nobody has anything to say to that. Fuck.
Out of nowhere, yet another Hermit shows up. There’s a trapdoor in the wall that, now that she looks at it, Puffy realizes that Tango was hiding intentionally. That’s all gone to shit, though, because a man with white hair and a mask over his face peeks his head out from the hole in the wall.
“Hey guys, what--” The man takes a look around, spots Puffy, and freezes. “...On second thought, I’ll come back later.”
“Wait!” Impulse says to the man. “Get Xisuma, or at least tell him Puffy’s here if he can’t make the trip right now.”
“Karl thinks you’re Mothman,” Puffy blurts out to the white-haired man.
The man looks very self-satisfied for someone who’s only showing a quarter of his face. “Oh? Where does he live? For absolutely no reason, of course.”
“Etho...” Tango groans.
“Oh, alright, I’ll go get X.”
The man leaves. Oh boy, thinks Puffy, this is going to be interesting.
#mcyt#hc x dsmp#hermit canyon au#captain puffy#zedaph#zedaphplays#impulsesv#tango tek#xisuma#xisumavoid#ethoslab#me.cpp#me.txt
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Noteblockwarrior - Okredstone
(A parody of BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA by Will Wood 😊)
Well he collapsed because his hunger bar went empty all the way
Lost all his stuff, sounds pretty rough, though he is fine now
Well the way he oh so carelessly forgot to use his furnace
Makes you think about the who-what-where-when-why-how
And the rate at which he had gone and threw him self out in the open at night hardly changed what friends expected from him, yes yes,
And through the PvP arena, shame the Noteblockwarrior, he skipped this village heading for the stronghold
Holds maps in his off hand, wearing green and yellow leather armor crafted from the cows he used for milk to make a cake he hated, his hours concrete powder, with enough to give you superpowers, eyes of ender staring down the deepths within the village well
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if they could teleport to you, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, sure they could just walk or mine but friend, you need not think of how
Well he was wielding sets of diamond tools and still collecting several spools of string which he would use to make trip wire
And they found him with two diamonds, four obsidian and a book, plus some lapis which he could enchant his sword with
And we waited till he placed the crafting table on the ground to try and stop him, which was rather dumb on our part
And he ran for it, materials still waiting in his hot bar to be crafted into something that would fall into the wrong hands
His armor’s life was running short, full crowds running after him, the monsters of the night were there to fight, you should have seen it, when we thought he’d never make the jump across the wide ravine, it turned out he had jump boost potion and a couple of his favorite dreams
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if they could teleport to you, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, sure they could just walk or mine but friend, you need not think of how
Hello there! So glad you decided to stop by! Noteblockwarrior, was it? It’s a pleasure to meet you! Now, if I may ask, what were your motives behind this? Were you far too tired of being perceived as stupid for how often you clumsily forget things? Or maybe you wanted some kind of revenge for something someone did to you? Excuse my lack of using rather long and complicated words, I just so happen to be in a bit of a rush right now, however I still have time to chat! Anyway, how did you manage to get enough material for an enchanting table anyway? Did you steal it? What would you even use your newfound powerful weapon for anyway if you planned on using it? Cmon, kid, I want answers and I’m gonna need them quick. That’s just how I roll. Were you planning on slaying a hundred endermen? Or maybe you wanted to just have it to be a show-off? Hah, pathetic. Look, if you want my help with that mighty sword of yours, just ask me. I’m being too presumptuous? Well, look who’s talking considering you’re already trying to run away from me. I’m not going to rat you out, you just need to help me fulfill my curiosity. Got it? Alright, let’s do this. You’re gonna have to survive that angry mob first though! Good luck! What? I’m leaving you too soon? Grow up, you baby!
A fancy pick to split some diamond ore and milk to wear the potion off with poisonous potatoes as a side
Well you call bluff and run away, insisting that you’ve overstayed your welcome but there’s nowhere else to hide
I’m afraid that you very well may be at the tail end of your lifespan with such shabby luck and thinner growing odds
And then there goes your legacy, kaput, completely gone, while I sit there, telling folks about your fall.
Beetroot seeds and crafting tables, compost bins and tripwire cables, netherite and cobblestone and… is that a Toblerone??
None of these are remedies to cure your permanent disease, but certainly exist, and frankly that should put you quite at ease
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if they could teleport to you, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, sure they could just walk or mine, but that would be a waste of time, so if you see them walk or mine, go use your sword on them now!
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, if they could teleport to you, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth, sure they could just walk or mine but friend, you need not think of how
No!
(I will be singing this tomorrow and putting it on my YouTube channel)
#tw mention of death#mention of death#minecraft parody#blackboxwarrior#long post#minecraft#gaming#will wood#wwatt#let me know anything else to tag
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Tales from Mount Othrys
Birth of the Triple A Chimera III
Warning: Violence and disturbing imagery
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If Pax were going to write a fanficiton of the events, [1] they would go something like this:
The dastardly Romans prepare their attack. This is a thrown-together, last-minute operation, and their Centurion decides on a multi-faceted approach. One unit shall rush the front door and bust it down while two others break into window entrances, allowing them to flank the (incredibly sexy and stylish) villains inside.
None expect when a scout taps Centurion Ari’s shoulder. “They’re opening the door.”
Sure enough, the front door opens with a slow, methodical swing. It hangs ajar, seeming to beckon the Romans. There is no one around who could have pushed it. Smoke curls out, expanding and twisting into the tall grass with the steadiness of a field fire. The music cuts.
“A witch’s nest,” one reminds them, making the others laugh nervously. Trickery. Mistwork. These are the common tools of a witch. Common pitiful plays at deception.
But, there’s a foreboding rush that they feel in their bones, one that begins as a slight shudder and culminates into an audible, eerie, choked growl. It echoes out of the doors and pounds louder than the soldier’s heartbeats. “We await you, Romans,” it hisses, “Welcome to the gates of Tartarus.”
One brave Roman stands, maybe to initiate the door rush, maybe to taunt back. Before words can leave his mouth, something thuds into the chinks in his shoulder armor. Instead of tumbling backwards from the force of the hit, he flings forward, screaming into the increasing smoke, until the open jaws of the door engulf him and he is no more.
His screams muffle.
Then, silence.
Their internals vibrate with the hum of a malicious laugh, one too powerful to belong to any mortal or demigod.
That is how Pax hoped it looked, felt, and sounded. He hoped he wasn’t thinking, Shit. Shit. Shit, loud enough for the Romans to hear that too. Backing up a few minutes would help to explain the scene: before they started, he frantically slit holes into dracaena skin, making two serpentine masks. Though, more like the world’s grossest stocking masks.
“We’re wearing masks,” Pax said, hoping his voice sounded firmer than it felt.[2]
“No,” Axel growled. He finished putting trip wires around the most strategic windows and doors, and was now unrolling the band’s power cords.
“They’re gunning for you, but they want to keep me alive. If we all wear masks, they won’t be able to readily identify us and have shoot-to-kill orders,” Pax said. He’d set to work on this idea after setting up the subwoofers with Alabaster’s enhancement charms. “Plus! If we have more than one of the same mask—” He held up the two bits of lizard body. “—then we can switch out which one we’re wearing to confuse them as to who is who and how many of us there are. Plus, plus, masks are cool and everyone should be stylish.” Even in death.
Those words made Pax shiver.
Alabaster tugged the camue blanket over himself. He hefted up the loaded antique harpoon. “I’m with Pax on this. Axel, you play sacrificial scapegoat on your own time. If you do so now, you’ll get all three of us killed.”
Pax appreciated that Alabaster knew Axel’s weakness: logic. And mythological rights, but mostly logic.
Axel swore and snatched the Numidian lion mask from a crate. He tied it on with some crate hemp.
Pax could see how painful it was for Alabaster to hold back the words, That’s an antique, you savage! At least Axel was wearing something other than a sign that read Kill Me First.
They started.
After a second sweep to check their enemy’s position, Pax hunkered down by the door, Alabaster took preliminary aim with his harpoon gun, and Axel held the microphone up to his throat.
Fog crept along the borders of the room, making it hard for Pax to see. Alabaster had dumped half his dry ice into shallow bins of water and cast an enhancement charm.
Little enhancements, Alabaster kept saying. It was much easier to trick someone into seeing more of something than to trick them into seeing something that wasn’t originally there to begin with. “If we’re to be besieged, I want to keep my magical reservoirs high.”
Pax pressed a wooden dowel rod against the base of the door. He undid the hinge, crawled to the side of the door, and flattened against the wall. Supposedly, Pax had the steadiest hands for this. However, with Pax’s heartbeat quivering more than the first time he saw Alabaster with his shirt off (locker rooms after Alabaster’s private shower mysteriously broke) he hoped the door wouldn’t look like it was having a seizure as it moved.
Pax pushed the door open, also hoping no Romans had crept alongside the exterior and were waiting to play tag with a spear. He scrambled to prepare for Part II, detaching a line of power cord from his belt.
There were exposed water pipes on the wall beside him (originally for a garden hose, Pax assumed) and ones on the back wall, by Alabaster and Axel (for witchy things, like drowning test subjects). Axel had thread Alabaster’s makeshift-harpoon-attached-power-cord through the pipe in the back and Pax had thread it through the pipe at the front. Though not as good as a crank, this gave them the world most hackjob pulley.
Alabaster uttered a word.
Something popped gently. Pax knew it was a rune on Alabaster’s shirt, releasing a pocket of compressed air in a gentle breeze. The fog expanded and rolled outward. This temporarily cleared Alabaster’s line of sight.
Alabaster had asked Axel to buy him time to aim, maybe ten seconds of intimidating chatter to distract the Romans--something easy for Pax but difficult for his concise brother. Pax had given Axel encouragement, Talk all funny-like. You know—like Prometheus when he gets drunk. Pax thought this had been far more helpful than Alabaster’s remind that humans were unsettled by frequencies too low to hear.
Pax couldn’t hear his brother at first, but he felt it—the deep throttle from the subwoofers. With the auditorium enhancements set to full blast, the rumble made the building shake.
Axel’s growl slipped to an audible octave. At home, Lapis had been disappointed Axel couldn’t roar with the power of a lion. Jaguars, and jaguar warriors, had clipped, throaty roars. With the ambiance, the choked noise was creepiness perfected.
Pax held his breath. Maybe, just maybe, his brother and Alabaster were far more terrifying than fifteen Roman assassins.
“We await you, Romans. Welcome to the gates of Tartarus.”
Alabaster fired.
As soon as Pax felt the quiver in the power cord, he sprinted. This was an imperfect pulley system, but this was the closest they could come to dragging a Roman into the building smoothly. (If they just tugged at the harpoon’s rope directly, the Roman would come in jerky, awkward hops. Cool in a zombie movie. Not cool when Romans might notice and cut the cord.) Pax got two steps before the cord went taut.
Someone screamed.
Pax tried not to think about the other end of this rope protruding someone’s skin. He tried to think of warmer things, like chasing Lou Ellen’s cat Sphi—oh right. Instead, he did think about the other end in a Roman—the one who shot Sphinx.
Axel raced with the other side of the pulley. As the Pax brothers ran with the pulley cord, Pax towards the back wall, Axel towards the front, a Roman skidded, screaming, into the building.[3]
Once the squeal of armor on concrete and shrieking were in the fog, Axel pounced.
The Roman didn’t stand a chance. By the time Pax was close enough to make out their forms, Axel’s bicep and forearm were pinching the Roman’s neck. His legs hooked the Roman’s arms in a wrestler move. The Roman could only thrash.
“I’m sorry.” Alabaster’s voice was wispy with panic. “I couldn’t get a clear line on Ari—”
They wanted Ari. The operation might fall apart without a leader. This was just a soldier, one none of them recognized as his struggles faded and his eyes rolled up into his head. From the glare of orange over his armor, this must have been one of the teenagers that cut the power and phones. Not the guy who shot Sphinx and talked about mounting Axel’s head on a wall.
“Ajax, look away,” Axel growled.
Pax wouldn’t, tilting his head. They needed to move onto the next phase of the plan—
Alabaster’s hands settled over Pax’s face, covering his eyes and making him flinch. If he didn’t recognize the musky spices, Pax might have thought everything was over.
Something cracked.
Neither Alabaster nor Axel appreciated that the sound of someone’s neck breaking was enough for a trauma recipe. No vision necessary.
When Alabaster removed his hands, Axel was already disposing the body into one of the crates.
Pax decided he would confront that sight and sound later, like in his nightmares. For now, he had to focus.
This was the largest part of the gamble. Some Romans may have broken rank to save their comrade. While this would have split the main attack force, the three of them couldn’t handle a charge. With any luck, the Romans may have scattered in fear, buying more time. Reorganization could take awhile. That’s what they wanted: the Romans to pause. They only needed, at this point, twenty to thirty minutes for Jack and Flynn to show up. Hopefully, that would be enough.
Pax knew his surrogate parents. It would be enough. It had to be.
The waiting was eerie.
“Fourteen left,” Axel hissed, “Move.” He shoved Alabaster and Pax into action.
Alabaster disappeared into the fog. Pax knew what he was supposed to be doing—making more fog and securing the northern windows. Keep it creepy with enough dry ice and Mist to distort vision but not enough that they’d run out of supplies.
Pax’s job was to secure the windows in the other, southern room. This should have been done first, but they wanted to make sure the Romans didn’t charge. It wouldn’t matter if they secured some windows if the Romans busted in part-way through their efforts. In a fun and fancy free world where the Romans were dumb enough to all come through one entrance, Alabaster could kill them with explosives, but the Romans would likely come from multiple angles.
Pax worked quickly. He scattered some of his anti-hex jacks under one window. He crouched along the wall until he found the next one. There, he carefully dispersed some marbles, making sure none rolled out to trip the wrong people. The next two were much less playful: broken glass from the trash can and a few crate boards with nails poking upward.
Before leaving this room and blocking the door to the center, Pax crouched under a window and tilted his mirror out.
A Roman crouched on the other side of the wall, her sword drawn.
Pax withdrew his mirror before she could catch any reflected light from the surface.
He swallowed, his heartbeat pounding in his head. He leaned against a crate near the window. Were there soldiers outside every window? If there were, what were they waiting for?
A voice made Pax jump. If he had to guess, there was someone with a loudspeaker outside the front door. Pax crept back to the central room to hear the girl.
“We have you surrounded. We know there are only three of you in there.” It was the same commanding voice Pax heard earlier: Centurion Ari. Pax feared his guilt-stupid brother would offer himself as an apology for killing her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend? Is someone automatically an ex in death or are you doomed to be cheating on them in any sequential relationships after? Pax swallowed the thought away, hoping he never found out.
The subwoofers kicked on with a vibrating hum. By the time Pax found his brother in the fog, there was a pile of makeshift weapons at Axel’s feet. Axel lifted the lion mask enough to speak into the mic. “Do you?” He lowered his voice an octave to that stage-gargle. “Why not only one?”
Pax exhaled in relief. Taunting the Romans might not have been wise, but it was better than, I’ll be your shooting practice this week.
He waited to see the red light turn off on the mic. “They’re under the windows and in position to storm.” Pax reported, “What are they waiting for?” With the lack of music and no response from the Romans, his whisper felt deafening.
“If I were them, reinforcements. A breaching charge. A barricade breaker. They probably already positioned those troops before they realized we knew about them and before they realized we had a ranged weapon.” He nudged the harpoon gun at his feet. Axel must have dug the harpoon out of the dead soldier’s chest to reload it. Through the wisps of fog, Pax thought there might be dark smears on the floor. Pax wanted to be horrified. He just felt numb. His brain hadn’t gotten past the sound of that guy’s neck snapping.
Axel continued with the smoothness of a recording, “They either want to hold position or withdraw to a safe distance. Alabaster heard them tampering with the door in the back, so they know it’s barricaded. They know there are three of us: one to cover either of the side rooms and one to cover the front entrance. No reason for Ari to be reckless or rush when they think they can get reinforcements faster than we can. All they need is one more entrance—blowing out the back door or knocking down a wall—and they can flank us.”
“And they won’t try to smoke us out for now because it would be too easy to catch the fields on fire, and good Romans listen to Smoky the Bear,” Pax grumbled. They should remember that: the Romans were from California after all.
“The Northern windows are all covered.” Alabaster sounded calmer and more calculated than he had earlier. His figure loomed in the fog with massive horns. Alabaster had donned pieces of one of his lab specimen, that way he could put decoy pieces on boards. “If we—”
Axel’s hand shot up in curt gesture of silence.
Alabaster quieted.
Pax strained to listen.
“No…” Axel mumbled. Although Pax could only see the dead stare of the lion mask, he could hear the horror of a plan gone wrong. It was a very specific mood for his brother.
Very subtly, under the hiss of the expanding dry ice and the rustling of grass outside the front door, there was a beautiful hum. The tune followed something from Pax’s childhood, something about going to the circus, something that should have been calming.
Nausea rocked Pax’s stomach. The words were out of his mouth before Axel could verbalize their mistake. “Jack doesn’t know that we’re surrounded!”
Axel’s knuckles went white from clutching the microphone too tight. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This could have been a trap for him all along. If they knew we’d be out here, there’s no reason they wouldn’t know—we need to distract them. Ajax, you said there are Roman soldiers outside the windows.” Axel’s tone altered from panic to determination. “Drag one inside, disable them, retreat to this room, and barricade the Southern door. Alabaster—”
“No,” Alabaster snarled. “Are you trying to make them attack us? Axel—”
“We’ll have reinforcements soon—”
“We’ll only have Jack for sure. Jack is not a reinforce—”
Axel dropped a hand towards Pax, signaling him to head out despite Alabaster’s protests. Jack’s hum was growing louder and there was no way the Romans could miss it.
“Ajax, don’t try to be a hero. One Roman. Then come back her to hide.” Axel said, “If you can’t do it safely, throw something at them. Your safety—”
Comes first. But Pax wasn’t about to let a second surrogate parent die protecting him.
“Cowards for life.” Pax knew Axel couldn’t hear him. The red light came on for the microphone.
Axel dropped his voice to that gargly growl, “Romans, you test my patience—”
“Idiot!” Alabaster hissed. Pax could only hope his insult didn’t pick up on the mic. Something snagged Pax’s collar. He really didn’t want to pressure-point Alabaster’s wrist, but was about to.
“—We know where you are—”
Alabaster shoved a vial into Pax’s hand. “Use this to dart them. Not a single nick on yourself, understand?”
“—We smell you, little Romans. Shall we begin to devour you?”
Alabaster didn’t wait for an affirmation. He vanished into the fog, hopefully to attack Romans from the Northern windows.
Pax understood the importance of timing for this.
Jack must have been close. Maybe close enough that they were too late. Axel wanted to inspire fear, but hopefully evoke enough rage to lure the Romans in. Pax and Alabaster should attack as soon as Axel was done baiting them. Hopefully, Jack had heard and would realize what they were doing.
Pax swallowed at the thought of Romans beating Jack to death, only captured and killed because he wanted to take “his boys” to the circus.
Why is it always the circus? Pax knew he was going to develop an unhealthy phobia of the circus and it would have nothing to do with clowns. He rather liked clowns and their adventurous fashion statements.
In the side room, the afternoon light and fog made the windows into glowing blobs. Pax clutched the PVC pipe from the other room. It should work as a dart gun. He wished he had more time to practice. Knowing how this day was going, he would inhale too deep and suck the dart back into his mouth.
He scurried to the window with a box beside it, careful to avoid the marbles he’d set. If I were Roman, what would scare me? Invading barbarians? Slave rebellions? Bad infrastructure? Spartans having a cooler logo? Pax remembered something his dad had once done to an “unreliable” worker. A lump formed in his throat. Could he do that to someone?
What would they do to Jack if he couldn’t? What would they do to his crush and brother if he couldn’t get their attention?
There was more exposed piping overhead. Thank the gods for lazy contractors. Pax removed a length of power cable from his belt, yanked off his shoe, and tied it to the end. One shot. If he missed and made a clang, this could alert the Romans to his presence.
Pax threw.
The shoe sailed up and over the pipe before swinging back down. The cable caught on the pipe. The shoe dangled and Pax snatched it out of the air.
He swallowed, untying the shoe and jamming it back on his foot. He tied a loop at one end.
He was ready, right? This is what had to happen. Pax crept onto the box, the loop and loose cord in one hand and the dartgun in the other. Sure enough, the Roman was still under the window, at her post. From a side glance, there were, indeed, Romans under each window.
Still, she must have been terrified.
“I can’t wait to mount a lion’s head on my wall.” Pax focused on that and the way Sphinx’s body crumbled. The sound of his heartbeat was deafening as he stood on the box, keeping his body flat to the wall.
Pax withdrew the vial Alabaster gave him from his pocket. He carefully balanced the cables, the PVC pipe, and vial in one hand to drip one of his darts. Mysterious substances from a witch? Hadn’t led him astray so far. Maybe it would turn the enemy into weasels. But, if Alabaster had some weasel-bombs, he likely would have changed all of them so they could escape.
In the distance, someone shouted. Pax couldn’t tell if Alabaster had attacked from his windows or if the Romans had found and skewered Jack.
The soldiers near him had looked away from Pax’s position, allowing him to lean forward.
Pax aimed his dartgun at the soldier one window down. The line of white piping trembled as he released a puff of air.
The dart feathers seemed to sprout from the Roman’s neck.
Thirteen Romans.
Pax didn’t wait to see if the Roman collapsed or swatted it away like a Jurassic mosquito. While the girl under his window was distracted, he tossed the loop over her head—
—grabbed as high on the other end of the cord—
—and jumped off his crate.
The line of cable went taut. He heard a choked noise and the scrape of metal against concrete: her armor sliding up the side of the building.
No snaps, not like the boy whose neck broke.
Pax’s feet didn’t reach the floor like he’d thought. Instead, he felt the cord wind back towards the Roman. Relief almost made him cry—Pax, with his glorious ninety pounds, was too light to drag this armored girl fully off the ground. He let go. His feet hit the floor at same time her armor clanged down. There was a fit of choking and gasps. Pax laughed hysterically. Her neck must not have broken either. She could breath and might be okay.
He could cross “executioner” off in his Prospective Jobs list. Solid future battle plan: never try to hang someone again. Definitely not something he was a fan of.
The furthest window shattered, crushing his reprieve. Pax must have left that one closed. It was the one with the—
Someone screamed when they stepped onto a nail and—from the followup noise—tripped on a marble while trying to recover. It would have been funny if Pax didn’t realize they now inside with him.
Eleven and a half Romans if we count the dude who can no longer walk.
The Romans were on the offensive.
Pax scrambled for the central room. The fog was thick; they shouldn’t be able to see him.
Another footfall by the windows—this one calculated and calm. There was no accompanied scream. Another Roman must be inside, this one uninjured. So, at least two of them, less than ten feet from Pax. As Pax crept, the blood pounded in his veins. Each ragged breath felt too loud. His makeshift reptilian mask reeked of preservatives and made it hard to gulp down the air.
He was halfway to the door when one of their footfalls quickened to a sprint. “Heat signature. On your right, 25 degrees. Only one.”
They know. They know it’s just me.
Of course they would have their own child of Vulcan with heat sensors. Mercedes would have thought of that. Pax hadn’t.
Pax ran for the door, not caring that his footsteps echoed in line with his pursuers. All he had to do was reach the central room, slam the door, and bar it, assuming Alabaster had done the same on the other side of the building, and that the back door hadn’t been breached, and that the front door—
Pax almost ran into the doorframe; the fog blinded him until the last second. He turned and fumbled for the door, gripping the knob to slam it shu—
The door never latched. Someone ploughed into it, forcing the wood to reverse right into Pax. His feet lost traction. Pax tumbled backwards, slapping his hand behind him to break his fall.
His entrance was breached. He messed up big time. I always told Axel I’d be the death of him. An imperial gold sword glowed in the fog above his head. “But, the information broker!” Pax wanted to say; the words choked in his mouth. There wasn’t enough time to block. All he could do was cower as the blade came down.
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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! And thank you for your patience with how long this took to come out. It didn’t get a proper editing, so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes! Stay tuned next week!
[1] And not make Jack write them.
[2] The first rendition of this story was written WAY before COVID started. Now, each time I read this, “And so are we.”
[3] Did anyone come out of this pulley situation not confused? Pax and Axel were confused. The Roman is confused. The author is staring at his diagram of the building going, “Omgs, how am I suppose to convey this with words?!”
#Tales from Mount Othrys#PJO#HOO#TFMO#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#Heroes of Olympus#writing#Alabaster#Pax#Axel
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The Welcome Home Party
Bella and Susan exchanged a look, very unsure. “We're rather busy, you know,” Bella said to Steven.
“Please?” he begged. “We'd be honored to have you, and you two deserve to enjoy yourselves for once! Saving my friends is a reason to celebrate!”
They thought for a moment, and Susan told him that they'd think about it, but that they weren't going to make promises.
Back on Homeworld, the two Diamonds were out of their human disguises, trying to make up for lost time. Though their Pearls did quite a good job managing their duties, there were some tasks only a Diamond can complete. And in that time, Yellow was finding ways to cram several meetings into one.
It wasn't possible to completely catch up, but Yellow was not one to let that get in the way of productivity. At that point, she started delegating her duties to her most trusted advisors and commanders, but they were left wondering as to why Yellow was taking such extended absences. She sternly told them that it was nothing more than a personal project and the details were top secret. Still, it did not stop the rumors amongst the upper class gems. Yellow Pearl wondered if she should inform her Diamond, but she decided against it as the rumors were nothing close to what actually was going on. ‘Thank the stars,’ she thought to herself.
Making Pink happy was more important to Yellow and Blue than anything else in the cosmos. It was decided. They would attend the party. They just hoped that White would never find out about what they were doing…
The next evening, in Beach City, the party was in full swing. The two Diamonds stood in the back of the crowd in their disguises, hoping no one would notice them. That didn't exactly work however, as so many residents of the town kept pestering them with questions about how they managed to save Lars and the Off Colors, questions they would rather not have to respond to.
To make matters worse, they had been considered guests of honor for such incredible feats of heroism,” in their eyes, as well as having been called up to the stage after Sadie Killer and the Suspects had performed a few songs, with Lars singing alongside her.
‘How could we possibly be heroes to them?’ thought Bella to herself. ‘They don't know it, but WE were the ones responsible for kidnapping all these humans in the first place. Not to mention all the invasions of this planet!’
Susan, however, found herself happy for witnessing all the tearful reunions. It was the least she could do after losing Pink for thousands of years. It intrigued her that such an inferior species could know these pains so very well. Two humans who introduced themselves as Dante and Martha Barriga thanked her profusely for saving their “son.” Susan was still confused as to what exactly that meant, but understood it to be some kind of human relationship that apparently signified their closeness.
Looking over at the Off Colors, it seemed that they were not only happy to be safe and free, but also to meet several fellow rebel gems who were equally as excited to have new friends. There was no way Susan nor Bella could approve of their strange lifestyle or their odd ways, but at least they wouldn't have to deal with them anymore, provided that they had enough respect to honor the conditions of their exile.
“New roomates!” Susan overheard a Peridot saying. It had been the same one that the Bismuth clad in armor had flung into her face, something she wasn't willing to forgive anytime soon.
The traitorous Lapis Lazuli replied, “Yeah, that's great and all, but where are they possibly going to live? You're already living in the bathroom, and Pearl was kind enough to let me stay in her room. Bismuth often keeps to her Forge, but all the rooms in the Temple are pretty much occupied! It just seems like this place is getting crowded.”
“Oh don’t worry!” said the defective Amethyst. “You guys can stay in my room! Just don't touch my junk, and we’ll be all good!”
“And in the meantime, We’ll work on building places for you new rocks to live!” the Bismuth told them enthusiastically. “There are tons of great places to be on Earth, and I haven't seen half of it yet! Stuff's always changin’ here! You'll love it!”
The new off colored gems were talking amongst themselves enthusiastically about what their new lives could be like. Padparadscha looked uncertain, but Susan could not tell if this was because of her delayed sense of vision or because she was unsure of what she would do with her new life her. She felt a sense of pity. How could one live with no purpose?
Susan was interrupted in her thoughts by one fusion in particular approaching her. “Humans never stop impressing me. I'm proud of you and your sister for saving these gems.”
She felt extremely uncomfortable having this fusion, standing beside her, a former Sapphire of hers and her Ruby guard. And that thing had the nerve to call herself a Garnet! Good thing Sapphires weren't omniscient, or she'd be found out immediately. However, Susan was at a loss for words.
“It's a party. You should lighten up a bit,” said the “Garnet” before walking away.
Susan sighed. She and Yellow had snuck out in their disguises, and had been doing so for quite some time. It wouldn't hurt to mingle a little bit. As strange as these humans and rebel gems were in their customs, it was a little relieving to be able to socialize with others without the need of formality. On Homeworld, one couldn't simply talk with gems of another rank casually, especially since she was a Diamond with Yellow as her only peer. So she went out and did something she wanted to do for a while: buy a scarf in her favorite color, which ironically was not blue, but green.
Bella was a little shocked, to say the least when Susan came running up to her wearing a striped scarf that was far too long for her tiny shapeshifted form. “Bellaaaaaaaa! Look at what I just bought!”
Unimpressed, Bella stated bluntly, “You look absolutely ridiculous.”
“And they don't?” Susan replied, gesturing to the Off Colors.
“We are Diamonds!” whispered Bella. “Not rebels! We will NOT stop to their level!”
“Come on Bella, it's not that bad! I've wanted to have one of these for quite some time! I actually had to warp to the other side of this planet to get one of these! I'm not sure why they don't have these in this settlement, but I suppose it is a little long for me. Here, you can wear it too!” Susan took one end of the scarf and wrapped about five feet of it around Bella. “Now we can be scarf buddies!” she exclaimed.
“I swear, Susan, you are getting more and more eccentric by the day.”
However, that was not even close to the most unusual thing that happened that night at the party. Everyone had decided to have a dance off with a human called Sour Cream as the DJ. (The Diamonds later found out that it meant he was in charge of the music.) They stood by the sidelines instead of joining in. Pink and her Pearl were happily dancing casually, until all of a sudden…
Bella and Susan stood agape in horror as they witnessed the scene. The fusion who was now standing where Pink and Pearl had stood was now admiring his new form.
“Rainbow Quartz!” exclaimed Garnet with glee. “How nice it is to meet you!”
“Well, I certainly wasn't expecting to make a guest appearance at this fine party!” began the fusion. “Ya mind if I show off some totally fabulous moves?”
The crowds of humans cheered as Rainbow Quartz summoned his parasol and flew on it like a witch riding a broomstick. He twirled around in the air a few times, creating a spectacular looking rainbow in the sky before gracefully landing on the ground again. “Thank you all!” he said before quickly unfusing back into Pink and her Pearl.
“Pearl, we fused! I can't believe it!” Pink cheered in delight. She hugged her Pearl and they twirled around for a bit.
“Oh Steven,” said Pearl. “That was such a wonderful experience!”
“Garnet, can WE fuse!?!? I wanna see what awesome moves we could pull off!” Pink seemed to have stars in her eyes at the idea. Susan was absolutely livid, but did not act out for fear of attracting attention. How could she partake in such a disgusting act?
“Alright, but just for you Steven.”
The two (or three if you counted the Ruby and Sapphire) did a more hip based dance, and Pink leapt into the fusion's arms. They burst into flame, and the next thing Bella and Susan knew…
“Well, if it isn't the one and only Sunstone!” said the new fusion, standing in their places. “I'm here to show off all my moves, and by the end of this night you'll be amazed at how awesome we are!”
Sunstone then added, “But kids, always remember to practice humility. Don't ever let your pride get the better of yourselves.” Bella and Susan exchanged a rather puzzled look. Just who was she talking to?
While the fusion was wowing the entire crowd, the disguised Diamonds had to mutter under their breaths.
“We need to talk to Pink about this,” said Bella. “This is completely inappropriate and unacceptable for a Diamond especially!”
“Imagine if she did that at the ball! How unthinkable!” replied Susan.
Garnet and Steven unfused shortly after, and then Amethyst came rushing up to them.
“You guys, that was AWESOME! Give it up for the G-squad and the Ste-man! Can we form OBSIDIAN now!?!? It would be the PERFECT time to!”
“No,” said Garnet bluntly.
“Absolutely not!” exclaimed Pearl. “We only fuse as a team in DIRE circumstances! What dire circumstance do we need Obsidian for?”
“Aw, man!” Steven said in disappointment. “That would've been so cool to see what we look like all fused together!”
“Steven, we'll form Obsidian some other time,” said Garnet. “If the time ever calls for it. She is far too unstable and dangerous for just showing off willy-nilly.”
A little while later, Steven approached Bella and Susan. “Having fun yet?” he asked.
“Pink, we need to discuss your behavior,” said Bella.
“You can't just go fusing around like that!” Susan said. “If you had done that on Homeworld, you would be in serious trouble right now!”
“But this isn't Homeworld!” said Pink. “This is Earth! We do things differently here! This is what a real party is like!”
“This may be your colony, but you still must adhere to our rules,” Bella added. “You're not supposed to do this, especially not in public!”
“Oh right,” Pink said thoughtfully. “Just like how you're not supposed to be neglecting your royal duties by sneaking out in these disguises to have fun!”
They couldn't deny it, Pink was right. They couldn't believe they would fall for her silly games. Of course she would try and convince them to engage in rebellious behavior. She had done the same thing thousands of years ago by sneaking out in her Rose Quartz disguise.
After a while, the party died down and most everyone started going home. Bella and Susan looked more sullen, feeling very unsure of themselves. They weren't sure what was right or wrong, good or bad. How far was too far to make Pink happy. These feelings, however, did not go unnoticed.
“Hey there, Your Highnesses,” said the human Greg. “You doing okay?”
“No, we're not.” Bella said. “Now if you could please get a move on, we need to go back home.”
“You sure you don't wanna talk about it?”
Susan thought for a moment. “I suppose… we could stay a little longer.”
Bella sighed. “Fine,” she mumbled. Little did she know, that this was going to be a longer night than she anticipated.
#ask yellow diamond#bella azula#susan azula#yellow diamond#blue diamond#su steven#su garnet#su amethyst#su pearl#su rainbow 2.0#su sunstone#su fluorite#su rhodonite#su rutile twins#su padparadscha#su bismith#su peridot#su lapis lazuli#steven universe
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Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover Episode 9: Never Make Deals With Gods
It feels as though this crossover is coming to an end soon.
TAG: @cometworks , @thelysstener , @coloursintheblur
FADE IN:
INT. ASTRIFEROUS GROVE. NIGHT
Previously on the Crossover. VIOLET shared to EDITH her love for her. Which was returned with a kiss to one another. Now, still kissing, which is romantic as all heck! It felt as though time had stood still, and despite JUSTIN being there, he did not use his powers to slow time down. They release lips and VIOLET looks at EDITH’S eyes while holding her face.
She couldn’t help but smile looking into those brown eyes. Seeing twinkles and shines from the glowing lapis lazuli and fairy lights. To which JUSTIN would say, they look like two bright stars. But something dear to EDITH’S heart would say.
VIOLET
Your eyes remind me of the dirt of your garden… I know that doesn’t sound like a good compliment. But you love gardening and I thought that would be a great compliment because it’s you and…
EDITH couldn’t help but smile at all her the flustering. She kissed her one last time which makes her stop talking. With EDITH’S magic, her empathy magic allowed her to feel mushy and gushy inside. The taste of the emotion was a rather sweet one. The kiss from VIOLET’S lips sent the taste of her love to her.
The taste of chocolate pudding, soft and sweet and rich with flavor. It sent a chill through EDITH’S senses, feeling such a shiver. Running down her spine and coursing through her body.
EDITH
I love it.
VIOLET
You do?
EDITH
Of course silly. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.
VIOLET has some tears in her eyes and hugs EDITH tightly. Suddenly a slow clap is heard, which indicates an evil person is entering the area. It was VODNIK, the slimy evil right hand of NEYDOLYA.
VODNIK
What a lovely place?
Quick to reaction, JUSTIN jumps from the stage with his katana in hand infused with his time powers. VIOLET surprised by his reappearance gets defensive and stands to guard EDITH.
VIOLET
Justin… you have to lock my heart again.
JUSTIN
But-
VIOLET
It’s the only way, I focus. LOCK MY HEART PLEASE!
JUSTIN gives a simple nod and waves his hand above her chest. The orange glow effect happens, her heart relocks. VIOLET gets into a battle stance, ready to fight VODNIK.
VODNIK
Aw, so rude. (He pulls out the crystal prison of IMPERIUM of out thin air.)
JUSTIN realizing what he held, he checked his phone and saw that ENOCH was offline.
JUSTIN
How did you get that?!
VODNIK
It was quite easy. Imperium told me of the ins and outs of your time traveling machine. It was quite easy to access through all your technological defenses.
He throws the crystal prison unit onto the ground freeing IMPERIUM.
IMPERIUM
Mmmm. Feels good to finally be free.
NOEMI tries to step in but VODNIK with his magic crystal ball glows that wicked light green. Blasting the floor to his left creating the soul summoning circle. Summoning a more humanoid RAVEN MONSTER. He was sleeker in appearance, his raven wings strung upon his back. Wearing a fancy cloak and his face was pale grey and eyes glowing a dark amber.
His smile sneered around his face, and let out this sophisticated laugh of evil.
RAVEN MONSTER
Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Ingram Ravenwood. Feared Necromancer of the Old Era and the Lord of the Ravens.
He takes notice of NOEMI, ARGENTO, & PERIWINKLE.
INGRAM
Why if it isn’t the weak Necromancer. His curious Necromancer love. As well as the little sister. I will admit you are a powerful child for a Caster.
VODNIK pulls out crystal quartz similar to EDITH’S quartz necklace. It glows different colors and aimed at EDITH, pulling out the Core Emotions. EDITH turns grey, all confused at first, the Core Emotions of EDITH stand to protect her once they took notice of VODNIK. The magic crystal ball flies near them which zaps them with a mind control spell. Making their eyes glow neon blue and left a spiral within their pupils.
They grabbed EDITH, and begin to bring her over. VIOLET tries to fight back VODNIK stops her with a warning shot from his magic crystal ball.
It was very clear that this was going to be a battle. Monsters that were faced by every hero in the room was here. IMPERIUM versus JUSTIN, two alien forces from the same universe. INGRAM versus NOEMI, Necromancers, one feared and one unable to fully use his magic. The CORE EMOTIONS versus EDITH, and VODNIK against all of them.
The battle begins as VIOLET rushes at VODNIK block the bolts of magic being fired at her from his crystal ball. Using her summoned as sword and crystal sword from Gaia. She was enraged by all of this, kidnapping the love of her life was the ultimate thing you could’ve done to her. While she battled the frogman, JUSTIN simply froze IMPERIUM in time and went to quickly help NOEMI to fight INGRAM. Despite NOEMI not being as formidable in the fight, he was still helpful towards JUSTIN who wore him down a bit.
Giving the Lord of Ravens several cuts from his time katana. He snickered and laughs thinking that waving his hand over his cuts will help heal easily. When it doesn’t which shocks him.
INGRAM
How did you?!
JUSTIN
I’m a time alien asshole, figure it out.
He disappears in a portal and jumps out of another on INGRAM’S back.
JUSTIN
NOEMI! FIRE!
NOEMI summons Necro blasts to his hands and creates double beams to hurt INGRAM. ARGENTO grabs on her arm and fires one as well. PERIWINKLE summoning the full power of her magic. Calling upon raging winds and creating this menacing figure of herself materialized from the element. Helping as well, blasting him against a tree. JUSTIN jumped off INGRAM’S back and rolls over toward IMPERIUM.
The time freeze wears off on IMPERIUM and JUSTIN makes a few strikes along with blasts of time energy.
VIOLET with her dual sword and rage, gives VODNIK a few cuts. Due to the slippery nature of the frogman, he was able to beat her with his acrobatics. Finally having enough of his agility, she freezes him in a ball of ice. She turns her attention toward the CORE EMOTIONS. With her so worked up she prepares heavily, creating an ice-like armor around her body.
Four of the CORE EMOTIONS: WRATHFUL, CURIOUS, HAPPINESS, SORROW stand ready to defend against her. WRATHFUL makes the first move clenching her fist of fire, VIOLET uses her right elbow to block and move away from the punch. Pushing her right hand into her face sending her backing away.
CURIOUS uses her Curiosity Embodiment to figure out VIOLET’S fighting style. With each punch VIOLET threw, CURIOUS managed to counter each one perfectly. HAPPINESS stepped in the fight, summoning a sword constructed of our her own aura. She strikes slashing VIOLET’S upper right arm. She backs off as the two engage slowly.
Finally having enough of this entire crap, she roars with so much anger. Her body becomes fully encased in ice from head to toe. Every little aspect of her was clear with glowing eyes of green. She rushes CURIOUS & HAPPINESS with unleashed rage, taking both out instantly. The last four of the CORE EMOTIONS stood still, like statues. DISGUSTED & FEARFUL suddenly move, in offense mode.
Meanwhile, JUSTIN running out of fumes to keep fighting IMPERIUM.
IMPERIUM
Running out of energy aren’t ya Trickster?
JUSTIN
Yup, but in the immortal words of a great hero. I can do this all day.
Despite all the fatigue, he keeps the fight going. IMPERIUM gains the upper hand eventually and simply pushes JUSTIN over and holds him down on the floor.
IMPERIUM
I win.
VIOLET with her rage tries to fight the last four but they also gain the upper hand. VODNIK frees himself from his ice trap and having defeated the strongest heroes. INGRAM was weakened due to the combined forces of NOEMI, ARGENTO, & PERIWINKLE. VODNIK sneaks his way toward NOEMI & ARGENTO. Grabbing both of them.
VODNIK
Caster! Cease your magic and I’ll let them go without any harm.
She does so, as the air disperses and PERIWINKLE returns to her regular self. VODNIK throw both of them at PERIWINKLE’S feet.
VODNIK
Let us all go!
The magic orb comes to his hands and a bright light takes all the villains. Including EDITH captured by them. VIOLET blocking her eyes from the light, she sees them gone. Her heart breaks, dents and cuts have broken her steel heart. The love of her life captured, there was nothing felt but anger and fear and misery and so many more emotions she couldn’t control.
She starts having flashbacks of CLEMENTINE. Thinking of incredibly worst-case scenarios to happen to EDITH. JUSTIN tired and on his back from his fight, dry heaving from his endless need to keep fighting. Rows of sweat had laid on his forehead while sum gathering together slide down in different directions. VIOLET rushes toward JUSTIN without a second thought.
She kneels toward him, he is still on the floor catching his breath.
VIOLET
WE NEED TO STOP THEM! WE NEED TO GET EDITH BACK!
JUSTIN doesn’t respond.
VIOLET (cont’d)
JUSTIN PLEASE! (She hits him on his chest)
It was hard enough to get him kicking again.
JUSTIN
Violet, first… (He breathes in and out) don’t ever do that. Please. Second, we will get her back, I promise you.
VIOLET emotionally losing it, she cries in his arms. He comforts her and turns to see NOEMI and the rest alright and fine.
JUSTIN
It’s gonna be okay. We’ll find her.
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INT. NEYDOLYA’S HIDDEN LAIR. PRISON CHAMBER. NIGHT
VODNIK and the rest of the league of evil return to the lair. The CORE EMOTIONS had brought into a prison chamber. A bit weakened from the release of her emotions, she drags herself to the nearest corner of the chamber. WRATHFUL closes the door prison door and leaves. EDITH, now a simple and blank slate, not knowing what to feel.
Not knowing the right course of emotion to let out. She just sits there, like a blank canvas without any paint. Her only thoughts she could think was to shout and scream for help and waterworks. It was invisible pain inside her try to paint on the canvas. But all the paint was wiped away.
NEYDOLYA
Motions have been placed… and now we wait. For one universe has their hero captured. Now we wait for the other heroes and the one from the other universe.
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INT. JUSTIN’S PRIVATE QUARTERS. MORNING
It was a few days after that night. JUSTIN had effortlessly and tirelessly worked constantly to try and find EDITH. His private quarters was strung with messes. From whiteboards with multiple paragraphs and writings, with suspected locations. To endless paper and books opened on the table spread about.
JUSTIN having lost hours of sleep was sleeping on the floor with his legs resting upwards on the seat of the chair. VIOLET walks in to find the mess and tries to wake him up.
VIOLET
Justin… (she rubs his face with four fingers) Wake up.
His closed eyes scrunch tight, his eyebrows furrowed together then raise up. He opens his eyes but with bright lights, his pupils had to readjust for the moment. Closing his eyes to protect itself from the blinding light. He slowly moves on his front side and stretches out his unmoved muscles. With his left hand, he rubs both eyes with his index finger and thumb.
Feeling the small tears one gets when sleeping for so long. Under his eyes were black and baggy, due to lack of sleep he developed a really bad case of eye bags
JUSTIN
(He yawns) Morning… (He says while yawning)
VIOLET
Morning, any luck finding Edith?
JUSTIN
There are only a few locations I’ve predicted so far. Enoch managed to get a sample of Vodnik’s slime before being shut down and managed to track his locations. I’m also tracking Imperium’s energy readings but last known location for him was at the grove.
VIOLET
That’s good. I’ll have some soldiers sent to each location.
JUSTIN
How're Edith’s parents? How did they take the news?
VIOLET
Umi, well… got angry. Robyn was upset as well but couldn’t help but cry.
JUSTIN lowers his head in self-disappointment.
JUSTIN
We need to find her… I won’t give up.
VIOLET
Yeah… I know.
JUSTIN
How are you doing?
VIOLET
To be honest, I’m angry. I’m losing it. I love her… and I only told her yesterday last night. The most perfect night of my life… where my heart wasn’t locked up. The lapis lazulis glowed and the songs you sang.
JUSTIN
I know… we’ll find her. I promise.
VIOLET gets up and leaves and replies with a single nod.
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EXT. THRONE ROOM. AFTERNOON.
It was the next day, the soldiers having been sent to the predicted locations of whereabouts of EDITH. Have stood before VIOLET as she sat on her throne.
SOLDIER 1
Your Highness, we have explored each location sent. We did not find anything out of the ordinary. Nor did we find Edith. I’m sorry.
VIOLET
No apologies necessary, you’ve done your given assignment. Thank you.
She nods, and they nod in response and leave. Not wanting to show emotion, she moved to the front of her seat. Placing the tips of her elbows on the armrests and looking toward the empty throne room. All alone, she breaks down in tears holding her face with both hands. Making those sounds of pain when words can’t express how she felt.
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INT. NEYDOLYA’S HIDDEN LAIR
NEYDOLYA watches over both VIOLET & JUSTIN from her magic crystal orb. She smiles and snickers at the attempts to find the new lair.
NEYDOYLA
I find it foolish that you two are attempting to find us.
VODNIK walks up and appears before her.
VODNIK
My mistress.
NEYDOLYA
Hello, my dear Vodnik.
VODNIK
I grow tired in wait mistress. We should attack.
NEYDOLYA
You are right, patience is a virtue that not even I could stand. Shall we make this all fun?
VODNIK
What did you have in mind, mistress?
NEYDOLYA
Bring them to us… I love a good trap.
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EXT. EDITH’S HOUSE. AFTERNOON
VODNIK magically appears outside EDITH’S home. UMI recognizing him from photos shown to her immediately attacks. To which he evades almost instantly.
UMI
WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?! (She screamed at him)
Her arms were surrounded by rocks floating around her wrist. VIOLET had immediately appeared armored in her ice armor. JUSTIN watched from a distance, with ENOCH in a robotic body holding a sniper rifle. His katana readying in his right hand, and his left holding his time powers. Waiting for a moment to strike.
VIOLET
WHERE IS SHE?! (She screamed as well)
VIOLET held this face of fire behind her ice armor. VODNIK smirks and bows.
VODNIK
Your Highness.
VIOLET
Enough games Vodnik! Tell me where she is!
VODNIK
INGRAM!
INGRAM appears out of nowhere, his suit looking dapper and clean. He was a very gentleman-like and opens a portal to what looks like a dark and bleak dimension. He motions them to follow the two them into this strange new world.
UMI
Violet! Don’t follow! It could be a trap.
VODNIK
Of course, everything is a trap! But if you want the love of your life and daughter to return safely home with her Core Emotions intact. You will follow us to make a deal.
VIOLET looks to UMI both serious and both angry. They nod to one another and overhearing the conversation. JUSTIN activates his stealth camouflage device that makes him invisible. He jumps through a portal appearing near the portal into the bleak dimension. He follows VIOLET & UMI into the portal and they find themselves in NEYDOLYA’S new lair.
The throne room which she sat upon the throne in the room just spelled out the word “Evil”. The ground beneath their feet was made from this brownish red stone. That made this scratching noise when you dragged your feet. IMPERIUM stood at the left of NEYDOLYA’S throne. The CORE EMOTIONS had guarded EDITH who simply had handcuffs on her wrists. She stood there like a mannequin with the blankest expression.
UMI gets defensive!
UMI
WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY LITTLE GIRL?!
NEYDOLYA
My dear, Vodnik had separated her Core Emotions and hypnotized them so they serve me. Now she’s just a blank canvas without any paint or art to show off.
UMI
You bring my daughter back right now bitch!
VIOLET
Umi… let me handle this. (She calms her down then turns back to Neydolya.) Bring back Edith now you bitch!
NEYDOLYA
My, my… such vulgarity. I thought a princess should be dignified. As well as a soldier. But since we are doing a parlay. Vodnik my dear, please do as they demand.
VODNIK does so and waves the magic crystal quartz. Returning the CORE EMOTIONS to EDITH, as color returns to her being. She realizes where she is. UMI & VIOLET ready there magic, rocks and stone floating on UMI’S wrists. Ice grows on VIOLET’S skin both holding a fighting stance.
NEYDOLYA
Let's make a deal.
VIOLET
What deal is there to make with you?!
NEYDOLYA
I’ll give you the precious love of your life. If and only if she takes me to the Temple of the Fates and allows me to destroy the new forms of my dear old sister.
Her face smiles then grins, giving off this evil sensation. EDITH was all too terrified from this feeling. VIOLET unsure of what to do next, she freezes not literally but figuratively. She doesn’t know what to do in this situation, not wanting to betray her Gods.
NEYDOLYA (cont’d)
I’m waiting for your response child.
VIOLET
I will not betray my gods! I am bound by the duty of my kingdom and I will protect my world from the likes of you. I don’t care whether you are a goddess or not. You took away a piece of my heart and I refuse to listen to the likes of you.
NEYDOLYA
My goodness… such a profound young woman. But… since I lack a conscious I should just let you know this is all a trap. Do you think you can fight my minions with just you and your solider?
JUSTIN deactivated his cloaking device and attacks but NEYDOLYA freezes him in place.
NEYDOLYA (cont’d)
I AM A PRIMORDIAL GODDESS! YOU THINK I WOULDN’T SEE YOU, CHILD?!
She throws him toward UMI & VIOLET.
NEYDOLYA (cont’d)
Be gone with you!
She snaps her fingers and the three are thrown back to where they came from. VIOLET tries to run after the portal but the portal closes before she could reach it. In a great rage, she looks at JUSTIN.
VIOLET
Look what you did! WE HAD ONE CHANCE! AND YOU THREW IT AWAY! YOU IDIOT! (Her hand clenched into a fist)
She tries to jab his face but UMI stops her.
UMI
Violet stop!
VIOLET
No! He messed up! WE LOST HER! BECAUSE OF HIM!
UMI
VIOLET ENOUGH! He did nothing… he tried to help. As much as I am upset that we lost her… I know how to control myself and take a loss.
JUSTIN stands up and leaves without a word, returning to The Eternity.
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INT. JUSTIN’S PRIVATE QUARTERS. NIGHT
Night had fallen, it was hours after the failed rescue attempt for EDITH. JUSTIN wallowed in his self-hate, having consumed countless soda to numb some of the pain. He lies on his table, sitting next to a bottle of a random beverage and a cup in hand. DARK JUSTIN sits in JUSTIN’S favorite chair.
DARK JUSTIN
You always do something horrible you know that?
JUSTIN
Isn’t there a place you should be haunting?
DARK JUSTIN
I’m already here.
JUSTIN
Screw you…
DARK JUSTIN
You need new material because again you’re talking to yourself.
JUSTIN
I know…
DARK JUSTIN
Wallowing again? You do know that our biology gives us the ability to be unable to get drunk right?
JUSTIN
It’s soda… alcohol taste and smell like death. The only thing I’m getting is a sugar coma.
DARK JUSTIN
Well then… let’s review shall we. You messed once again. Botching the rescue attempt of Edith. Getting yelled at by Violet. Now… here you are wallowing with soda.
VIOLET walks in with a saddening vibe following her.
VIOLET
Justin?
JUSTIN
(He gets up with his cup in hand) Hey… Violet.
VIOLET
Um… do you mind that I come in?
JUSTIN
No… not at all.
VIOLET does so and sits in a chair near JUSTIN’S favorite chair.
VIOLET
I’m sorry… I know… I acted out at you. I was… I’m so angry… (She has a serious face, her lip quivers) I just want her back. I needed her back… I’m so sorry I lashed out at you.
JUSTIN just hugs her without a word.
JUSTIN
I forgive you…
VIOLET not knowing what to say, lets her seriousness go and cries silently in his arms.
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EXT. THE THRONE ROOM. NIGHT
VIOLET sits on her throne with no one around. She has quick flashbacks of CLEMENTINE, EDITH, NOEMI, & JUSTIN.
FLASHBACK: CLEMENTINE and her sparing together. EDITH and her dancing on their date night. NOEMI and her hugging for the first time. JUSTIN sitting with her before revealing she liked EDITH.
She comes back to reality, and couldn’t help but smile at the memories made. She looks at the emptiness of the room and begins to speak out.
VIOLET
Let’s make a deal.
NEYDOLYA appears all of a sudden.
NEYDOLYA
It’s about time child.
VIOLET
Our deal is… you set Edith free and I’ll serve you.
NEYDOYLA
And you agree?
VIOLET
I agree.
She snaps her fingers, EDITH was free. She runs toward her, hugging her and giving her a kiss. Pressing their foreheads against each other, they close their eyes and smile.
VIOLET (cont’d)
Goodbye. (Her voice broke in sadness)
She lets go of EDITH and walks toward NEYDOLYA and they both disappear. EDITH had toward VIOLET as it was too late. She fell to the floor and realizing what happened. She runs home and didn’t stop.
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INT. ETERNITY’S COMMAND DECK
JUSTIN was standing around doing diagnostics and hears EDITH running in. She hugs him to his surprise.
JUSTIN
EDITH?! HOW DID YOU?!
EDITH
VIOLET! (Tears were in her eyes and she couldn’t shake this feeling of sadness) She made a deal with Neydolya! She took her away…
JUSTIN’S eyebrows raised up and thinking of the situation and what to do next. While holding a heartbroken EDITH in his arms.
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INT. NEYDOLYA’S LAIR
VIOLET stands before the evil goddess of fate. Waiting to serve her.
NEYDOLYA
Finally a girl on the team… now let’s turn you into a monster.
She snaps her fingers. VIOLET screams in agonizing pain.
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INT. TEMPLE OF THE FATES. NIGHT
JUSTIN walks into the temple with his coat on feeling the chill of the air as he walked in the night.
JUSTIN
FATES! (He screams) We need to talk.
The flash of white light appears and JUSTIN stands in the gazebo in the middle of the galaxy. Standing before the shadowy masked animal gods.
CAT, FOX, OWL (Unison)
What is it that you seek Otherworlder?
JUSTIN
Let’s make a deal.
FADE TO BLACK
END OF EPISODE 9
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It’s not Thursday, but I feel that I must ask a question. Perhaps multiple. I have been devouring your Kingdom Come posts, and have a strong urge to add my illustration skills (slim as they are) to your beautiful world. What do your favorites look like? What do they wear? What lovely sun-bathed situation are we likely to find them in?
First off, please always feel complete freedom to ask questions any day of the week! I, unfortunately, only have times to answer them on Thursdays more often than not. But anyone can shoot me an ask or a message whenever they want to!
Secondly, oh my goodness yes please that would make my entire life!!! Seriously, I saw this message after a very overwhelming day and the thought that someone would want to make art for something I’ve written about? That’s a dream come true, and it couldn’t have been a more timely encouragement to me. So thank you, thank you, thank you for even considering doing so! I’m beyond grateful that you’ve been enjoying all that I’ve been releasing about Kingdom Come, and even more thankful that you’d wish to bring it to life.
Full disclosure: I…kind of suck at character descriptions. Weird, right? For whatever reason, I just am not good at designing what a character looks like, despite my own love of fashion. I spent the night you sent me this making an (admittedly jumbled) list of ideas I had for five out of my seven protagonists, since those were the ones I had the clearest vision on. Feel free to include or exclude whatever details you so choose! I don’t mind you taking any artistic liberties you feel so inclined to take. Draw whatever, whoever and however you like!
Royan: Being born and raised in the frigid North, he has pale skin, often chapped or calloused from spending days outside in training or on missions. Royan might be reluctant to admit it, but Oeden’s all too eager to out Royan as a pretty boy. Thus, he spends a good chunk of time every morning fluffing his hair, golden blonde like his mother. It’s about medium-length, often brushed back - you know, typical male model style. As the temperatures in Aeonor are oftentimes below freezing, he has to bundle up. Probably a fancy tunic, a fur cape (a trophy from the first hunt he and his father, Kaiser Magnus, went on together - sewn from the hide of his prize, by the hands of his sister, Eirys), with a brooch clasping it together in the shape of a wolf. He’s a little lanky, still fully growing into the form of a man, but starting to at least work out with his muscles - mostly to impress people. Lightly toned muscularly, generally skinny, with soft, rounded features. Always wearing a goofy smile. Keeps his longsword at his side more often than not, but conveniently “forgets” to wear his crown - a silver circlet than encircles his head (and makes his head itch). His color scheme primarily sticks with grey bases and accents of purple and blue. On his right hand is the symbol of life.
Medea: Medea has surprisingly strong facial features. She has a pronounced chin, full lips, and, while not chubby by any means, has a healthy amount of meat on her bones. She has a full head of wavy black hair that falls to her chest, often adorned with a golden crown. As is customary for the Al-Hassian people, she has dark skin, burnt by the desert (think more Arabian, not African). Medea’s primary colors are ruby red and gold. Her most iconic outfit would be the red ballroom gown she wears to the Feast of the Five Kings, complete with a chunky golden necklace featuring a set of rubies in the center. She wears a more casual version of this outfit with a flowign red robe under a black undershirt and pants, and a golden sash. For shoes, she prefers heels, but can be found in cozy yellow slippers when lounging about, too. When showing off or in combat, Medea wears a golden gauntlet with a pauldron like a roaring lion at the left shoulder. On her left hand is the symbol of death. Often wearing an obnoxious amount of bangles and rings. Not for any magical purpose, just because she’s gaudy and likes everyone to know it.
Kasumi: Somehow, Kasumi manages to be even paler than Royan. Although her nation’s people can range from light-skinned to lightly-tanned, her time spent almost exclusively in the shadows has made her seem viable to disappear at any moment. Kasumi has not cut her hair in years, leaving it floor-length when not tied back. Her hair, however, is incurably straight and a bit frizzy. Kasumi keeps her hair up in a bun or in braids when working, but lets her hair down when she’s comfortable…which is only when she’s alone in her room. On the job, Kasumi wears a mask, as is customary for the Shadows. Her mask takes the form of a butterfly (akin to Lucina’s from Fire Emblem Awakening), but outlined in gold and the metal is painted in hues of violet, lavender, etc. She is almost always seen wearing her work uniform (think typical espionage-esque clothing). She feels horribly uncomfortable in the patterned dresses she needs to wear to formal events when she is a royal instead of a soldier. She is shockingly muscular underneath all of her armor, but most people wouldn’t see it, and rather flat-chested (…is that weird for me to say?). The most striking feature about her would be the litany of runic tattoos running up her right arm - both alphabetical symbols and images.
Oeden: Unlike Royan, Oeden does not feel the need to be noticeable. He feels as though he attracts enough attention with the rumors circulating around the castle about him, and as such, prefers to remain as invisible as possible. The first thing he puts on every morning is a set of leather gloves - a gift from his father, Knight Commander Elyk - to protect against accidental prophecies from making contact with people. He wears a simple tunic and trousers along with boots that are always laced loosely (he wishes he could wear sandals, but it’s not worth the frostbite). Having been born with vitiligo, he hides a majority of his skin with a cloak around his body. He used to wear a poorly-sewn grey one, but he alternates between a golden one sewn by Eirys for his birthday or a fur robe his mother, Nadielle, bought for him. His color scheme consists of more neutral colors, primarily white, with earthy accents like brown and gold. Being the offspring of a Northern man and a Southern woman, Oeden bears a mixture of their unique features. He has his mother’s sharp bone structure, but inherited his hair from his father’s genes. Thus, the curly orange mop. He doesn’t bother styling it unless it interferes with his sight - who does he have to impress? Can be seen accessorizing only with a number of lucky charms handcrafted by his mother, a surprisingly superstitious woman. The only other thing to note are the shackles eternally wound round his ankles - a symbol of the sacrifice of his freedom to the Sealed God. The sound of the chains rattling against the cathedral’s stone floors precedes his entrance.
Carmila: Here’s the thing with Carmila: she would want to dress differently than how she does now. She wants to look like all those highfalutin nobles, when in actuality, she’s stuck trekking through the mud like a hot mess of poverty and ill-begotten bullheadedness. I’ve always envisioned her in heeled boots, ones she would helplessly attempt to scrape the mud of the swamps off of day and night. She typically wears a brown bodice with a puffy white undershirt, complimented by a faded pink peasant skirt. The jewelry she wears is all fake - fool’s gold necklace, lapis lazuli instead of sapphires in her earrings, etc. She’s a little on the chubbier side (a fact which the noble girls make fun of her for, and her fiancee loves her for), having big-bonedness run in the family. She has dark brown hair tied in a ponytail at the side. She almost never lets her hair down. Her natural hair is curly, but she straightens it to match the Southern noble style, much to Emerico’s dismay.
There you have it! I hope that all made sense? Feel free to ask for any further clarification - I know my late night thoughts were jumbled. I hope that’s enough to work with!
Also, if by “sun-bathed situation”, you mean “can I draw them as if the cast went to on a trip in some sort of anime filler episode to the beach?” then the answer is heck yes you can! There’s a whole lot of beaches in Via Evelis to choose from where they could kick back and relax together in some alternate, probably happier, universe. Just, y’know…keep it classy. I got a family-friendly blog to run here LOL
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So!
CYM surely feels like the end of the series, but, to be perfectly honest, the rushed sappy ending was kinda disappointing. There was little satisfaction to how they treated Pink Pearl’s and the Corrupted Gems’ healing, for example. Luckily this is not the ending of the show!
If you’re asking yourself where the story can go from here, here’s some plot points left hanging:
All those new Gems, including the Off Colors, need a new home. They can’t all live together in the Temple or in a barn, so they could walk the Earth to find their own place and get used to live on it
Honestly Jasper deserves an entire character arc to deal with all the confused, painful feelings about Pink and Rose and the war that shaped her entire identity. It’ll be Amethyst’s turn to help someone deal with an inferiority complex
If you look closely, Lapis doesn’t have a full star on her shirt - it looks more like something halfway through a star and a diamond. Her feelings towards being a Crystal Gem could be still explored
Tied with the previous point, this is the second time Lapis and Bismuth have interacted while Bismuth was wearing her gem-covering armor, and I refuse to believe it’s a coincidence
(also I really need Lapis to apologize to Jasper and Peridot for the shit she pulled to them, her character arc is nowhere near done)
The real Rose Quartzes bubbled in the Zoo need to be freed, and it would be nice to meet them and see how they are and how they feel towards their Diamond
The whole Zoo needs to be dismantled, as there’s no need for it anymore and it’s just a waste of resources. While I doubt they’ll consider the fact that the Zoomans can’t live comfortably on Earth, I expect the return of the Famethyst
Homeworld has to go through a slow revolution. While it’s true that SU can get REALLY rushed, one of the things the writing always takes in consideration is that you don’t heal from abuse and trauma in a day. Yellow and Blue may be tired of oppressing Gems, and White may have realized she’s not as flawless as the thought, but that doesn’t mean HW is going to turn into an utopia, not without a lot of work and pain from everyone involved. Considering how quickly they pulled a heel-face turn, I kinda want them to struggle and relapse
What about Pink Pearl? She was freed form White’s control but she was brushed aside soon - and her eye apparently is still broken. I doubt she could comfortably serve White without being controlled again - what if she wants to serve Steven, but he refuses?
If White refuses to have a Pearl, what can this say about YP and BP? What about the hundreds of Pearls still owned?
There is still more to uncover about certain characters’ backstory! Sugar apparently promised we’ll see the first encounter between Rose and Amethyst, for example. Or what about some war flashbacks? Pearl's implied past with White Diamond? or rainbow quartz 1.0 speaking?
I don’t know about you but I’m really interested to see where Lars and Sadie’s relationship can go now that they have completely different lives and experiences. And let’s not forget Lars is pretty much a zombie now, with all the implications...
the jades, the zircons and topaz need to be brought back because they don’t deserve to stay in limbo
#steven universe#su spoilers//#change your mind#also please bring back all of the fusions#my life can't be complete without rq 2.0 now
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Steven Universe – Reunited reactions
Time for the final episode of this Stevenbomb, and it looks like it’s gonna be quite the episode…
Huh, this title screen is different…
Wow, we’re starting off with a song from Steven!
A melancholy song about Rose…but soon enough Steven stops brooding and pops out of his bathroom into the rest of his house, where Pearl and Amethyst, both in suits (and with Amethyst’s hair all fancied up unlike how it usually is) are filling a box with roses. A wedding flower! But maybe not the best flower to use at this particular wedding, methinks.
Greg, also in a suit, has no roses. He has a stack of pancakes with syrup and butter. I think that’s butter. I hope that’s butter. But I will say, my first thought was not that it was butter, but popcorn. Together Breakfast has obviously left deep scars on my psyche.
Steven anoints the top of the pancake pile – which is technically, I suppose, a wedding cake – with two little figures of Ruby and Sapphire.
Steven is taking his mind off of the whole Rose thing by having wedding fun. (Amethyst looks somewhat confused at him dancing and singing all over. C’mon, you’ve lived with Steven almost his life, you should know how he is with musical numbers.)
Pearl still has her top hat from Mr. Greg!
“How can we move on…?” Pearl asks. Maybe the top hat is reminding her of “It’s Over Isn’t It”?
Good on Steven for choosing to think positively! And it sounds like he genuinely is into it, not just repressing his emotions or anything.
Bismuth is not wearing a suit. Or rather, she is wearing a suit…of armor. Nice.
Amethyst was in charge of getting the flowers. And she’s just now thinking about the implication of picking Roses. I mean, roses. Lowercase r.
Anyways, Peridot’s gathering flowers, so I’m fully expecting her to come back with an armful of flowers, but they’re all roses.
PERIDOT IN A DRESS
She’s standing in front of a huge hole in the ground…almost certainly where the barn used to be. Yeah, no Lapis at this wedding. Then again, Lapis doesn’t get along with most of the Crystal Gems, due to them having owned the mirror she was trapped in for several thousand years.
On the other hand, this IS an episode called “Reunited”. I mentioned some possibilities before for who’s reuniting – Sapphire with Ruby to become Garnet, Garnet with the CGs, Garnet with Bismuth, Lars with Sadie (and the off colors would be there too), and Steven/”Pink Diamond” with the Diamonds as a not-so-pleasant reunion that could happen. But it’s totally possible Lapis could return as well.
“Sooner or later the Diamonds are gonna come for the Cluster…” That IS an inevitability. And judging by some shots from the Heart of the Crystal Gems trailer, I’m guessing the answer is “sooner”…
There’s a shot of Lapis sitting on the barn. Which looks to still be in that moon crater. I dunno if Lapis returned to the moon, or if this is a flashback kinda shot.
Stevens’s song has been a pretty decent summary of recent events, huh.
Steven dances Peridot over to the warp pad as he sings, returning himself to the house. The Crystal Gems, including Bismuth (but not including Ruby and Sapphire, who I’m guessing are outside) are there, and they and Greg have been joined by Connie (who hasn’t met Bismuth before, but I suppose she knows who Bismuth is, or at the very least knows what she looks like due to the fusion hallucinations in Mindful Education)
Outside, Sapphire is in a suit, and standing underneath the wedding tent thingy, while the townspeople all sit in the chairs in front. The Pizzas (and Dewey’s former bodyguards, who prolly work for Nanefua now?), The Frymans, The Maheswarans, Uncle Andy, Yellowtail and his family, the Deweys, Jamie, the Millers, Mr. Smiley…no sign of Ruby, yet, but she’ll be along soon, I’m sure.
Andy looks somewhat worried, and I’m guessing that’s because there’s a big pink magical lion sitting on the ground near his chair and generally speaking, lions sitting near your chair is not a good situation. (Lion, on the other hand, is, as a cat would be expected to, doing his best “I don’t give a fuck” impression.)
Another cute instrumental of “Made of Love”. This episode only gets better and better.
Peridot accidentally hits Mr. Fryman in the face with a flower so hard he falls out of his chair.
“All flowers have been deployed, commander!” I love Peridot so much guys
With the instrumental Made of Love being played by Greg on his guitar, the other bride makes her appearance.
Ruby is in a dress, and she looks really cute! I bet Sapphire thinks so too.
Ruby’s excitement causes her footsteps to leave burn marks on the house’s steps as she descends, and as she rushes past the guests in a ball of fire, she turns the sand underneath her to glass.
It begins!
D’aww, Cat Steven is sleeping on top of Lion’s mane!
Is Pumpkin one of the bridesmaids?! That’s amazing. 10/10
GFDI THE ONION JOKE
5,750 years and 8 months, huh. Well, it’s interesting to have a specific number of years since Garnet was formed (as opposed to a general “The War took place 6000 years or so ago”)
I’d say “get a room you two”, but if a wedding isn’t a place for public flirting, what is?
“The power vested in me by the state of Delmarva” Steven confirmed for ordained public official?
A full on lesbian kiss on the lips? On MY children’s cartoon show? It’s more likely than we ever dared think.
She’s back, baby! Garnet is back! I can’t tell if she has a new design or not, due to the wedding dress covering most of her body. (I’m assuming the wedding dress isn’t a permanent part of her design, haha)
While Greg takes a break from his guitar, DJ Sour Cream has us covered. Time to hit the dance floor!
Yeah, that bouquet isn’t coming down from the atmosphere for a long time, sorry guys.
Jamie apparently still has somewhat of a crush on Garnet, but now that he’s seen fusion firsthand he’s gotta understand why it wouldn’t work.
Dewey’s also still a bit depressed about not being Mayor Dewey, I suppose. Poor guy, standing there watching his former bodyguards dance with Nanefua.
Awww, Dewey and Jamie are bonding over their sorrows.
Are they gonna dance together? Nice.
Bismuth, meet Ronaldo. This can only end well.
Oh, the bouqet finally fell down, onto an unsuspecting Bismuth. (Amethyst proceeds to laugh her ass off. Not literally. It sure says something about Amethyst that I have to clarify that.)
Steven’s crying tears of joy. Well, no more tears now. Only happiness.
…The tears don’t stop, no matter how hard Steven tries to dry them up. That’s weird. And probably not good at all. I do remember the last time Steven cried uncontrollably, from emotions that weren’t his own. Ruh-roh…Peridot was right, it looks like. There’s only one explanation for this, and it is one of my guesses about what “Reunited” meant. Blue Diamond must be heading to Earth to see why the Cluster hasn’t hatched.
Garnet’s future vision shows her something bad…
“She’s here?!” “And she’s not alone.” Oh boy. It sounds like Yellow Diamond is ALSO heading to Earth. Fuck. This is really bad.
Suddenly, everything starts to darken. Onion points up the sky, at some suspicious looking clouds.
And the clouds part to reveal two arms. Or, two arm-shaped ships. One yellow, one blue. This is the very definition of bad. Goddamn Diamond party poopers.
Guests flee in panic, as Steven tells Nanefua to activate her emergency contingencies. Time to evacuate!
Peridot is momentarily distracted by her panicking from the ships flying overhead, missing the group altogether. Uh…
Oh. That explains. They aren’t here to fight the Crystal Gems at all, OR to retrieve Steven. They want something else…the Cluster.
Oh god. Bismuth doesn’t know what the Cluster is. Someone really needs to explain to her just what happened to all her friends. I mean, as far as I can tell, she seemed to figure out the corruption stuff on her own just from observing Biggs, but…
Steven can’t mentally connect to the cluster unless he’s asleep. So he tries to go to sleep, while the very world is shaking and dread is consuming everyone. Yeah, good luck with that kiddo.
Greg plays a few notes on his guitar and Steven just fucking. Passes out. OK then. But he soon wakes up, in terror, as the cluster’s bubble pops.
He and everyone rush outside, as the cluster starts to form, a million arms reaching out of the Earth at once, melding and fusing together…to form a giant hand, muscle and sinew and no skin and oh god what’s gonna happen now
The hand tightens into a fist, and…
Oh god. Ronaldo tries to attack it while dual-wielding katanas. But thankfully, Peedee pulls him away before he can catch its attention. You do NOT wanna fuck with this thing, Bloodstone.
But, while the Cluster hatching might spell Earth’s end, it doesn’t mean the Diamonds get their hands on a superweapon either. Because the cluster is made up entirely of shards from Crystal Gems, those who fought the Diamonds. And as such, the first thing the hand of the Cluster does is punch Yellow’s ship, which flies back in a clutter, straight towards Beach City. Thankfully, it lands out at sea, instead of on the town itself. The ship is tough enough that it still works fine…as such, it rises up out of the ocean to face the Cluster. The hand of the Cluster stretches up, over the Gem Temple, and for a moment it hovers there, as if about to crush the Crystal Gems and friends like a gnat.
And then, it gives those below a thumbs up.
The Cluster does not want to destroy the planet its components gave their lives to protect. And with that in the forefront of every shard’s broken mind, it’s able to prevent itself from fully forming. And the part of it that HAS formed, recognizes and wants to protect Steven and friends.
Suddenly, the tide may have turned.
As Steven gives a thumbs up back, the Cluster attacks Yellow’s ship again, and vice versa, the two of them wrestling each other to the surface of the planet. As the Cluster starts to overpower the arm ship, Blue’s own arm ship arrives to reinforce her sister. And then turns around, looking like it’s gonna ram the Temple.
The hand of the ship slams down onto the beach, and as it raises back up, it leaves Blue Diamond standing there in its wake. Of all the people to crash Garnet’s wedding, Blue Diamond is probably the worst person or gem to do so, huh.
Greg offers to parley with Blue, but everyone instantly shoots him down. Probably best he doesn’t get locked back up in the zoo, huh.
As Greg retreats into the house, Blue makes her approach. Yellow wants the Cluster. Blue wants revenge. Time for her to learn the truth about Pink, then?
“This is PINK’s world! How DARE you use it as your hiding place!” Yeah. About that…
Peridot freaks out, Connie draws Rose’s sword, and Steven is frozen in fear.
And Bismuth? Bismuth immediately shapeshifts her hand into a hammer and leads Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst out into battle like a hardened general.
“C’mon, you rocks! Let’s put her in a bubble!”
The Crewniverse once said that a Diamond can’t be poofed. But judging by A Single Pale Rose, it’s not so impossible after all. Theoretically.
Steven makes up his mind. He tells the Crystal Gems to stay behind, and walks out to confront Blue alone, intent on telling her the truth of Pink and Rose’s conflict, and therefore hopefully removing her reason to want revenge.
Blue, of course, doesn’t believe a word he says. So much for that plan, Steebs.
Blue sends a blast of energy at Steven, and he flies back, only for a newly formed Alexandrite to catch him. Steven tries to stop Alexandrite, but both the Gems and Blue are intent on ending one another. Blue’s emotions spiral out of control and she clenches her first as sorrow and anguish wash over her, her aura projecting out from her on all sides, unfusing Alexandrite and basically forcing everyone into a fetal position.
Interestingly enough, said aura only seems to affect gems. And in Steven’s case, half-gem. Bismuth and Peridot collapse, while Connie freaks out at what’s going on but isn’t otherwise affected. As she’s the only one standing, she figures she’s the only one who can do something, and whistles for Lion. Lion jumps through the air, and Connie pushes off his back, in an attempt to slash the sword into Blue’s face.
Without even looking, Blue catches the entire sword in between two of her fingers. Yeah, there’s no way that was gonna work.
Blue recognizes Connie’s sword. Uh-oh.
“This…THIS IS THE SWORD THAT SHATTERED HER!”
And with the rage of a thousand suns, she returns the favor and shatters Rose’s sword into a million pieces, sending Connie tumbling down below. Lion manages to catch her. Oh, damn. Well, I guess it’s a good thing the Gems and Connie now have a professional blacksmith gem with her own forge to make a new one, and maybe it can specifically be for Connie instead of being a hand-me-down?
As Blue prepares to destroy them all, as the cluster struggles to hold back Yellow’s ship in the background…Garnet manages to stand up and she stands before her former Diamond. Blue of course doesn’t recognize her at all.
“I am the will of two gems to care for each other, to protect each other from any threat, no matter how vast or how cruel. You couldn’t stop me 5,750 years ago, and you can’t stop me now.”
And then, Blue recognizes Garnet. A Ruby and a Sapphire, who broke the rules exactly 5,750 years ago, in Blue’s very own presence.
Blue scoffs at Garnet’s attempts to harm her, but Garnet grins and reveals that she wasn’t trying to seriously hurt Blue. Just to distract her.
A look of confusion appears on Blue’s face. And then a drop of water hits her head. And another one. And a third one. Blue and Steven look up at the sky.
There’s a giant water bubble hanging over Blue’s head. And inside of it, a barn. And next to the barn, silhouetted against the moon, is Lapis Lazuli. FUCK. YES.
SHE’S SMILING! SHE’S FOUND THE STRENGTH TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE DIAMONDS! TO PROTECT THOSE SHE CARES FOR! THIS IS THE BEST!
The only way for this episode to get any better is if Lars and crew reach Earth and help the Cluster fight Yellow’s ship.
One barn to the face, coming right up! Press F for Peridot’s meep morps. Oh well.
Blue is nowhere to be seen. I kinda doubt that poofed her, but it at least gave us a moment’s reprieve.
CRYSTAL GEM LAPIS!
Blue is down but not out, and within the next few moments, she burst out from under the barn, destroying what remains of it in the process.
Oh shit. She recognizes Lapis. Lapis WAS part of her court back during the War, so that makes sense, huh.
Aura time again!
The Gems all collapse again, except Lapis. I think I might know why, too. Lapis has dealt with too much of her own anguish, sorrow, and self-hatred to be brought low by someone else’s.
“I’ve felt…worse.” FUCK YES
And at last, Lapis has realized that being on a planet that is 70% water makes her practically a god.
Everyone draws their weapons. Say, though. Now that she’s imprisoned with water chains, maybe’s a good time to talk to her and tell her Pink’s truth.
Oh, there go the chains again. Bombardment time!
Wow, Steven’s shield powers have improved so much, he can hold off a Diamond’s energy bombardment.
Oh right. Peridot doesn’t have a weapon, either from her gem or a Bismuth weapon. Well, she’s trying to be helpful, but soda cans aren’t gonna do more than distract her for a second. Bismuth picks up Peridot and throws her straight into Blue’s face. Distraction it is, I suppose. (If Blue swats Peridot off and she gets poofed, she’ll totally come back by the end of the episode with a crystal gem design, right? There’s no way she’d get poofed and not come back with a big ol’ star shape. Also a shirt that says “take this, Diamond clod!”)
Blue successfully deflects every attack sent her way, raises up her arms to protect her face from Lion’s sonic roars, and…fails to lower them in time, as Steven hits her with a spike-covered bubble straight in the chest. Round 3 (or is it 4?) goes to Steebs!
Meanwhile, The Cluster’s grip is starting to cause parts of Yellow’s ship to explode. Yellow’s ship goes flying. Lapis scoops up Steven and carries him away in the knick of time, but Blue isn’t so lucky. Her ship smashes onto her, and keeps going, skidding into the cliffside, taking a large portion of Steven’s house and The Temple with it.
Oh, right. Greg’s still in there.
And now Greg is out here, clutching Cat Steven to his chest as he staggers out of the ruins of the house.
The Cluster gives Steven another thumbs up, then withdraws back into the Earth before it can lose control of itself, where it presumably re-bubbles itself.
Yeah, nice after-wedding party you had their, Garnet.
Whether or not Blue is actually poofed, it isn’t over yet. There’s one more Diamond here. And Yellow isn’t interested in a long-drawn out revenge like Blue is. She just wants it to be over and done with. I doubt she’d want to hear anything Steven has to say, even less than Blue. She just wants “Rose” dead and shattered, the planet destroyed, and the whole mess put out of sight and out of mind forever.
She breaks out of her ship to confront Steven and co. But first, she jumps down over to Blue’s ship and lifts it up, so that Blue (who has not in fact been poofed) can crawl out from underneath.
“Ha! I told her off once. I can do it again.” Hey, remember what happened to both Zircons? Time for Poofidot. Can’t wait to see her new design…
And there she goes.
I wonder if Yellow really didn’t remember Peridot? Maybe it’s cause she has no limb enhancers? Or maybe she just didn’t give a fuck after the initial shock of an underling calling her a clod wore off?
Steven quickly rushes forward to protect Peridot’s gem, and Yellow notices him. And she charges, intent on the kill.
Steven’s shield momentarily deflects her. Then she stomps down on it, hard.
The next moment, Steven opens his eyes to see Connie screaming over him. She sounds distorted. And the background is…weird. Did Yellow manage to poof Steven? If so, she’ll see what his gem looks like, right? And that will solve that.
Steven gets up, leaving an after-image of him behind. I guess even though he poofed, his body is still there because he’s only half-gem? Uh, maybe?
Steven looks around to figure out where he is. Uh…that looks like…Connie’s head…?
Oh, it’s everyone, frozen in a moment in time, while images of them as they are right now – fighting – are also visible…? And the fight isn’t going well. Peridot’s poofed, and Lapis, undoubtably the most powerful gem currently fighting (by the oceanside no less!), soon suffers the same fate. (Crystal gem redesign for her too…?)
When Steven passes through Connie’s image, Connie is able to hear his voice. And Steven has a plan. When he touches Connie’s image, she can hear him, so…if everyone in the fight has an image, then…he needs to make his way to Blue and Yellow and touch their images and tell them what really happened.
He tells Connie to protect his body while he’s out, and jumps from gem to gem from there. He encourages Garnet to keep fighting for what she believes in, as she is Made of Love, tells Amethyst that he believes in her, and reminds Pearl that she isn’t just fighting for Rose or Steven, but also for herself. He tells Bismuth not to give up hope till the fight is over. And then…
Yellow and Blue…
Yellow believes that what happened to Pink, is her fault. She was the one who gave Pink a colony despite serious reservations. Her sister’s death hangs heavy around her head, in a way that she’s refused to outwardly show.
And Blue…Blue knows, deep in her gem, that executing Steven and destroying Earth is a pointless endeavor. It’s pointless, because no matter what she does or who she hurts, it will never bring Pink Diamond back. And everything that happens just makes her miss Pink more, just makes her suffer even deeper.
Their emotions are super strong. Strong enough that Steven can’t even approach their minds…
He dives in again to try and reach Blue’s mind, and succeeds briefly, before being flung back again. Blue’s eyes shoot open in shock, and she looks around, confused. Again, Steven tries, and again Blue feels a presence. A…familiar presence…
Steven also gets through to Yellow, who assumes it’s a trick, a trap. She points to where Steven is, and she and Blue attack. Steven instinctively tries to manifest his shield…and ends up unlocking his Diamond aura instead.
And with that, Steven can fight back. Not with violence, not even with words, but with love. The love two sisters had for their fallen sibling. The truth about that sibling. She’s still alive. She’s here. Right here, in front of them. Not even Yellow can deny that. Not anymore.
And then Steven wakes up.
And looking down on him are the Crystal Gems, Connie, and Greg. And behind them…Yellow Diamond. And...
Blue Diamond. With tears flowing from her eyes. Finally seeing the truth…
And with that, the episode ends. Possibly the season, too. I’m not sure.
Lars and the off-colors didn’t show up in the end, but still. That was an absolutely AMAZING episode.
Thank you so much, Rebecca Sugar and crewniverse. Thank you.
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Minecraft: How to Advance the Weapons and Items Using Minecraft Enchanting
To survive longer in Minecraft, it is necessary to have advanced amours, gears, weapons, and boosted items. Enchanted armor and weapons help a lot in survival during a tough situation. In the game monsters, traps and several uncommon problems exist. Players have to survive while collecting the resources. Minecraft Enchanting is a great procedure to become strong, but just like every other game, players need to collect some important elements and tools.
How to Build an Enchantment Table in Minecraft
To start enchanting the items, you have to make an Enchantment Table first. It requires four obsidian blocks, two diamonds, and one book. To locate the material like a diamond, you have to search deep underground using an iron pickaxe or a better one for mining. Obsidian material needs to be mined with the help of a diamond pickaxe, and you’ll see it where water and lava meet. However, some players don’t get to find obsidian, so they can fill a bucket of water and dump it in the lava to make some. Finding books is simple, players simply need to craft the leather and paper or destroy the bookcases that usually appear inside the house of villages.
How to Enchant Items in Minecraft
After making the enchantment table, you have to place it on a right and safe location to enchant the items. The process of the Enchantment Table is similar to the standard crafting table. However, it requires a unique additional resource -“Lapis Lazuli” to begin the enchanting. You can find this additional resource at mines and deeper caverns that only require stone pickaxe for harvesting.
Once you acquire the item, place the Lapis Lazuli on Enchantment Table. Once you do this, you’ll be asked to choose between three different options. The list of enchanted items generates randomly, and once an item is enchanted, there’s no way you can reverse it, so be careful when you make a choice. If you have the option, you can enchant a book that can be applied in some other time. Remember that Enchantment Table enchants one item at a time. However, if you want to try multiple enchantments, then you have to either combine two enchanted items or use the enchanted books.
How to Enhance the Level of Enchantments in Minecraft
In Minecraft, several ways are available for crafting good enchants. Currently, in the game, there’s no specific level requirement for enchanting, but higher level players usually have some choices for higher enchants. Even if the player is on a higher level, the list of enchanting items will remain random.
To get more facilities for enchantments, you need to place some bookcases around the Enchantment Table. It increases the strength of creating enchants. To enhance the potential of enchants, it is mandatory to enter above level 30 and arrange a total of 15 bookshelves. If you don’t carry the materials, then you don’t need to enter above level 8.
Best Enchantments in Minecraft
You can find several amazing enchantments in the game to discover and experiment with the combination to suit your playstyle. Here are some of the best enchantments according to ranks.
Mending (Max. Rank 1)
Best Applied To: Resources and weapon collecting tools
Effect: In Minecraft, resources and weapons wear downs when using repeatedly. Now, this enchantment enables the weapon or item to use the earned experience to repair itself automatically. Whenever you see green orbs after mining or killing the monsters, those orbs will repair and replenish the enchanted weapon or item.
Unbreaking (Max. Rank 3)
Best Applied To: Armor, resource collecting tool and weapons
Effect: Unbreaking is similar to Mending. It enhances the durability of the weapon or item during the time of applying. However, it does not get repaired automatically. You have to repair it manually.
Fortune (Max. Rank 3)
Best Applied To: Shovel, pickaxe or ax
Effect: Once performing the enchantment, the number of resources will increase, and players can collect it by a single block. When using it, players should try it on rare materials like diamonds or Lapis Lazuli to get plenty of them.
Looting (Max. Rank 3)
Best Applied To: Sword
Effect: Looting is no different than Fortune enchantment. The only exceptional thing about looting enchantment is that it enhances the loot once the enemy is killed. Remember that it does not grow the experience.
Protection (Max. Rank 4)
Best Applied To: Armor
Effect: Protection enchantment increases the durability of the armor. It absorbs more damage than usual. In Minecraft, some certain enchantments are available that protect against some specific attacks, but Protection works on all attacks. Protection is a great option if you don’t carry multiple amours.
Sharpness (Max. Rank 5)
Best Applied To: Axe and Sword
Effect: Sharpness enchantment improves the melee damage effect of the weapon. Some certain enchantments can increase the damage against some specific monsters, but sharpness is an all-round boost to eliminate the enemies.
Power (Max. Rank 5)
Best Applied To: Bow
Effect: The following enchantment will enhance the damage value of the arrow to a certain number. If you prefer to do close-range battle, power enchantment can help you.
Efficiency (Max. Rank 5)
Best Applied To: Axe, shovel, and pickaxe
Effect: Efficiency enchantment improves the collection speed of tools that applied to the following enchantment. It’s a great and time-saving enchantment because it can help you to collect the resources and materials quickly.
Conclusion
All the following enchantments have their specialty and benefits. To create the Enchantment Table, players have to put some additional efforts in the game. However, once the Enchantment Table is ready, players can take full benefit of the abilities that enchantments provide.
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Firstly, I would like to apologize for the lack of comic this weekend, between computer troubles and having to go out of town, things have gotten a little crazy.
So instead, today I bring you a story I wrote this last Christmas that further explores Kader Novar’s future and past. I bring you: Kader’s Sith-mas Vacation
(3653-3652 BBY, Unknown Ice Planet)
Grey Master Kader Novar reached out and hit the shutoff for the portable holocom he had been speaking into. He reached up and removed the ornamental Mandalorian helm, letting his mahogany hair ripple out and down his back.
Kader let out a sigh and slumped, momentarily defeated. Another friend lost, another funeral witnessed. Isaac of Clan Zakegg had been too young, but Kader knew they had all died too young. Death was just another beginning in the Force, Kader knew this, but that knowledge didn’t make accepting the truth any easier. And now he had lost another one.
A gust of wind sent a flurry of snow swirling around him and Kader pulled his dark cloak around him, reminding himself that he had a job to get done. He could have been wearing full armor to protect him from the forces of nature, but Master Kader Novar preferred to have nothing impeding his use of the force. The drawbacks were far outweighed by the potential.
Focusing on himself, he let the Force flow through him and suddenly he was standing in the middle of a solitary sphere of calm amid the raging blizzard.
Stowing the holocom in his pack on a nearby snow-crawler, Kader checked his data pad and re-aligned himself with the beacon he had been following for several weeks.
The signal first came in over Master Novar’s intelligence receiver on Tython, deep in the galactic core, and the signal was just a series of coordinates repeating on loop. Normally Kader would have dispatched one of his agents or maybe a Padawan from the temple, but something about this piqued Kader’s interest and after some checking he discovered the anomaly.
Hidden under a subliminal layer of background static was an old Jedi tap code repeating a single word: Exodus.
And so Kader had started tracking the elusive signal. Once he arrived at the set of coordinates, a run down Tatooine town, the signal abruptly changed and a new set of coordinates started coming in.
Master Novar had been to seven planets across the galaxy now, and was starting to regret not letting one of his agents handle this one. Oh well, if he didn’t turn up anything in this frozen wasteland he would return to Endor and accept never knowing.
Master Novar straddled the snow-crawler and gunned its engines to life. The tread beneath him jumped into motion, propelling him over the snow, and kader focused the Force to allow the swirling air to flow smoothly around him.
Several hours later, Master Kader Novar pulled the snow-crawler into a wide tunnel of ice and snow, carved into the side of a sheer cliff face rising several dozen kilometers up.
Kader could feel the force ahead of him strongly, more strongly than he had felt it since leaving Tython, birthplace of the Force, and he shuddered with anticipation. Kader checked his data pad once more to make sure he was still on target and gunned the snow-crawlers engines.
The tunnel opened up into a cavern and Master Novar looked around in wonder.
Here, on this un-named and unpopulated planet, was an ancient Temple like the ones on Tython. A quick study discovered carvings on the stone like those of the Je’daii.
Was this a hitherto undiscovered planet of the Je’daii? Were there more temples like this out there? Who had been sending the signal Kader was following? Why Exodus? Something was going on here, and Kader was starting to get a bad feeling about this.
Entering the Temple, Kader was struck by a feeling of claustrophobia despite the massive size and scale of the building. Carved statues of alien races stood lining the walls of the entrance chamber, tall and proud, all unrecognizable. Were these the ancient races who built this temple? Where had they gone? Kader would find some answers, one way or the other.
At the end of the entrance chamber was a massive ornately carved door depicting aliens of all races bowing in subservience to a complex star formation. Master Novar carefully recorded images in his data pad of both the statues and the door, then he reached out and pushed.
The heavy doors refused to move.
Kader extended his senses, feeling out to the door and the mechanism barring his way. The door was designed to only be opened by a Force user, like those on Tython. Kader reached out in the Force and, gripping the locking mechanism, wrenched his arm and the lock around into a new formation.
The heavy door smoothly swung open revealing the heart of the temple beyond, and Kader stared in amazement.
Here in the depths of a frozen world in a sealed temple, stood twenty aliens circled around a large crystal emitting a faint purple light.
The aliens were saurian with cobalt scales showing beneath their coarse purple robes. All were still and held their hands raised to the purple crystal. None of them were moving or making noise of any sort, and as Kader approached he could see that none of them were even breathing.
A similarity, a connection, Kader Novar looked around the room again, taking note of the exact positioning of each being and the crystal in the center. It was like one of the Sith rituals he had learned and taken part in as a student of the Dark side. He carefully measured and counted and made notes in his data pad.
The ritual had something to do with the odd crystal in the center of the room. It was this crystal and its faintly pulsing purple glow that the feeling of the Force was emanating from. This single crystal held in it the power of many Force users somehow.
Kader felt unable to stop himself as he reached forward and laid his palm against the surface of the crystal. He was surprised at how warm the crystal was, deep in this ice cavern, and the way he could feel it throbbing under his hand.
“You shouldn’t be here.” A female voice spoke up from right behind Kader’s ear, causing him to spin around in surprise.
Standing before him was the lithe figure of a woman in her late twenties with lapis colored hair. She was dressed in the robes of a jedi and she had a smoking hole in her forehead where many years earlier she had been slain by a lightsaber.
“Mileena?” Kader gaped at the woman before him. “You’re not here, you’re dead!”
“Of course I’m dead.” She said with a smile, “You did kill me, after all. You shouldn’t be here.”
“Where are we?” Kader asked, looking back at the crystal once more, “What is this place?”
“The closest translation is: The Temple of the Undying.” The ghost of Mileena Osroc slowy circled the crystal. “This was a temple built by the followers of Bogan and the Dark side of the balanced Force. They discovered here a crystal that could be used to commune with the flow of the Force. They could use rituals to gaze forward or back along the great current”
“If they had only stopped there.” A second voice spoke from behind Kader and he found himself spinning around again for the second time in as many minutes.
There were two figures approaching from the shadows that now surrounded the central ritual circle. They were both female, both athletic, and both horrifyingly familiar. The first had strawberry blonde hair that cascaded down to her shapely hips, her hand clasped the second figures arm and led it after her.
The second figure was missing her head.
“Erinæ. Seranna.” Kader groaned and covered his eyes. “I should have expected you two after Mileena showed up.”
“Yes, the woman you replaced me with.” Erinæ sneered as she walked over to Mileena, reaching up to brush her lapis colored hair back from her face. “She was pretty enough I suppose, if a bit young.”
“She never replaced you, Erinæ.” Kader growled. “She was a friend and a partner, nothing more!”
“Hush, Kader,” Mileena said softly, batting Erinæ’s hand away. “This specter doesn’t bother me. She is just a reflection of your own memories and emotions, just like I am, brought to life through the Force and the ancient rituals. She could have left her harpy of a sister behind though.”
Kader looked over at the third figure, the headless body of Seranna Khai, and grimaced.
“Why don’t you look dead?” Kader asked Erinæ.
“It’s because of how I died.” Erinæ looked mournfully at her sister. “Seranna was beheaded, your jedi friend was stabbed, and my Force essence was ripped from my body in an instant in a Sith ritual. I look like this because this is how you last saw me, flawless and undamaged. If you were to summon Konnor, he too would be undamaged.”
“Okay, well this is great and all, catching up with you, but why am I here? It’s a bit farfetched to think that ghosts sent me that signal.” Kader snorted.
In response, all three figures silently pointed. Turning to look, Kader felt his stomach drop at the sight of the figure entering the ritual circle. It was Kader’s height and dressed in dark Mandalorian armor. The mask was removed and Kader could see burns and scars adorning the face of his student, Isaac clan Zakegg.
“Feirfek!” Kader swore. He was getting fed up with this stupid circle and the way it threw his failures in his face. How many more dead friends would he be forced to see?
The figure of Isaac slowly looked up and started in surprise.
“Master Kader?!” The young man exclaimed in shock. “Wow, you told me what to expect, but still….”
“What are you talking about Isaac?”
“I did it master,” Isaac said, his eyes falling to his feet. “I’ve brought it, just like you wanted.”
Kader watched as Isaac pulled a lightsaber hilt from his pack. Kader did a double take and reached down to pull his own lightsaber hilt from his belt. They were an exact match.
The figure of Isaac turned and walked to a section of wall with a stone brazier. Kader expected him to stop, and so was surprised when Isaac stepped through the wall as if it wasn’t there. Several moments later, Isaac stepped back through the wall and faded into the shadows.
“What was that?” Kader cried, spinning to face the three ghostly woman. “What just happened? I don’t understand!”
But his past had no answers as they too faded into shadows. Then the shadows faded as well, leaving Kader in the room with the faintly pulsing crystal.
Kader turned to the brazier in the wall he had watched the ghostly Isaac walk through and reached down to his impatience and frustration to give him power for the Dark side he was about to use.
With a complex gesture in the air in front of him, Kader gathered lightning into a ball of pulsing flame that ignited the brazier with a crack of thunder. The glowing brazier sent out a pulse of force energy and the section of wall slid sideways creating a doorway, mist spilling out into the crystal room.
Stepping through the knee high mist, Master Novar entered a short corridor that ended in a small circular room with a pedestal at its center.
The pedestal itself was spilling over with the strange mist and at it’s center was a holocron.
Holding his breath, Kader gently reached out with the Force, probing for any defenses or traps that were laid upon the pedestal. Finding none, he carefully reached into the mist and pulled the holocron out.
It had been five weeks and Master Kader Novar was very close to opening the holocron. He had been camped here in the depths of this temple this entire time and had stopped his work only to eat and meditate several hours each night. He was so close!
There! A pathway, a trail, a tendril of force that he had been searching for! Kader followed the strand and found himself swept along with the Force into the heart of the holocron.
The sides of the holocron shifted and took on a new form, sputtering as it activated for the first time in millennia. It emitted a series of beeps and clicks, then a hologram of one of the cobalt scaled saurians appeared in the air over it.
It emitted a series of growls and hisses, then it emitted a series of grunts and squeals, then a set of fluting notes and whistles. It was clear that the alien holocron was attempting to find a language that Kader knew and would respond. Suddenly, the holocron was speaking an ancient dialect of Dathomiri.
“You have activated me.” The holocron spoke. “Tell me your name and I will open to you the knowledge of the Kwaa.”
“I am Kader Novar.” Kader said in modern Dathomiri.
“I acknowledge you, Kader Novar. I was once known as Ag’naan, Master of Bogan and this temple. I will share my knowledge with you.”
Master Kader Novar felt like he hadn’t seen his ship in forever. It had been close to six months since he had landed on this icy barren world, and he had not returned to the Righteous Fury once. Dragging himself up the gangplank, he felt like he was returning home after a long time away.
He staggered to the cockpit and just sat in the pilots chair for a moment. Since his snow crawler had broken down in the icy wastes, he had been hunted by the native life forms, tall shaggy ape-like beasts with tusks and claws. He had stood and fought the first day, but for every beast he slew, two more would appear. Soon he was running for his life across the frozen landscape. He could hear them even now, banging on the hull.
Doing the startup sequence on a cold ship took time, but the beasts wouldn’t get through the hull, so Kader wasn’t worried. Soon he would be on his way back to Tython.
The Righteous Fury floated in orbit over Tython as Master kader Novar spoke to the Jedi Base.
“So they’ve returned to Endor?” Kader asked the hologram of Setale Shan, current Master of the Jedi order. “Thanks, Setale. I won’t waste any more of your time.
“May the force be with you Kader.” She smiled and her hologram winked off.
Kader turned to the nav computer and entered the new string of co-ordinates that would take him back to the Grey Temple on Endor.
“And after landing, I came straight here, to the council chambers.” Kader said, looking around at the other Grey Masters of the Council. “I have brought back the Holocron of Bogan, but I have learned of several other ancient holocrons. The next one is known as the Holocron of Ashla, and it will have more information on the others, scattered throughout the galaxy by the ancient Kwaa empire.”
#Star Wars#Tales of the Darkstar#Kader's Sith-mas Vacation#Kader Novar#Mileena#Erinae Khai#Lady Seranna Khai#the Khai family
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