Brilliance.

indepedent steven universe oc

[brilliantcalcite-blog]

It was worth bearing note.

Calcite had started calm when he decided to - in a rare fit of clarity for the gem - sit down and think.

Started was unfortunately the key word here.

Then he shifted to grouchy without much effort, his thoughts veering towards darker memories - homeworld being a very pervasive topic in his mind.

Now he’s scowling, faintly growling at himself and is on fire. An everyday occurrence. Someone should probably cool him down.

[matriachiism]

"Ye b' tal'. Real tall. An' tha' hai' is mes'ermisin'. Who ar' ya, an'wa'?"

Rose let out a soft giggle. “I’m Rose. Leader of the Crystal Gems.”

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“...th’... th’ crysta’ what no’?”

It seems Calcite had never had the chance to meet the Crystal Gems; at least, not to the degree to be able to identify them as a group.

“...eithe’ wa’, I b’ know’ as Orang’ Calcite.” “It be a pleas’ t’ meet ya.”

[nuummitecracked]

—-♔ With a small gasp, the smaller gem came closer to study the flame around his hand. “ Wow! I’ve never seen a fire gem before! Well, you don’t have to worry about element clashing here, I’m a sorcerers stone. “

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“Ay’. Elemen’ clas’in’ i’ alway’ a problem. Nic’ t’ kno’ my fir’ won’ hur’ ya.”

A soft pause, as Calcite seemingly dismapped the fire from his hand, passing it to the fellow gem to inspect. A nifty trick that was hard for him to learn, sure, but being able to make fire a solid physical object was definitely up there.

“...wha’ ston’ ar’ ye anywa’?”

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usqueadluna;

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“Ste’e’, las’? Who’ i’ he?”

He didn’t know a Steven. There was a major difference between seeing someone and knowing someone; a difference Calcite was well aware of.

“If’n y’ thin’ he woul’ hel’ me, mor’ powe’ t’ ye. I’ll tr’ anyth’n’, rea’ly, I ain’ liki’g bein’ har’ t’ understan’.”

[usqueadluna]

Rose Quartz’s son, of course. How long have you been here on Earth? If you’ve spoken to other Gems one of them has had to of mentioned him.

[ As far as Moonstone was concerned, he was fairly VIP when it came to Earth and Gems. After all, he was the only half-human half-gem she could ever remember existing, and the child of a figurehead in Gem history. ]

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“Ah, abo’ tha’. I ten’ t’ avoi’ the’ gems eve’ygem know’ of. Ba’ memorie’ on Homeworl’, y’see.”

Calcite was willing to try, of course, but he was being quite deflective. The conditions he considered to know someone was... strict. Plus, every human looked the same to Calcite.

“Ah... no’ as lon’ as mos’ gems, bu’ I ain’ exactl’ re’ent.”

[angstmemes]

My muse is high on painkillers after a big operation in the hospital. Send me "~" for a drug induced nonsensical greeting from my muse.

[brilliantcalcite-blog]

“I’ b’ an unus’l ge’ who seek’ ou’ a po’er boosta’... so wit’ tha’ in min’, why did ya com’ thi’ far to fin’ m’ ‘ere?”

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(What's your tag for starters?)

/#brilliantcalcite at the moment, but it might change./

[spindashass]

“You say you’re loyal to Homeworld, yet you seem perfectly content to remain here on this one and not return.” Jasper tapped a finger against her leg, looking clearly agitated. “Sorry if that doesn’t convince me that you’re loyal.”

Jasper herself could clearly not pick up on the distinction, strict in ehr definition of loyalty. If you weren’t actively working to protect Homeworld or make it a better place, than what was the point? So she simply fixed Calcite with an unimpressed glower, feeling even less favorable towards him than she did before. She looked at the drink he had poured and left it alone, arms folded across her legs as she sat on the stoop before the lighthouse.

“.. Lapis does understand little about it, but she might bem ore open to listening to your rambling than I am.” She growled. “I’m not interested in sharing stories with you, like I’m pining for something I’ve lost. I am going to get back to Homeworld, and I am going to get the reinforcements needed to finish this mission with less trouble.”

Normally, her pride would prevent her from getting extra help, but she was honestly so sick of this place, and she wanted to see the Crystal Gem’s faces as they were battered down and had to watch their precious rock get obliterated around them. Imagining it almost brought a smile to her face. Almost.

Pushing herself back up, she turned and went to walk over to the door to the lighthouse.

“Bother someone else. I have work to do.”

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As she left, Calcite seemed to ignore her. In fact; if one were astute enough to look, he seemed to ignore everything. Part of having a firey personality was dealing with a rampant spark; and Jasper had sparked a song from Calcite’s past. A song long past.

“I hav’ te admi’ I be on’ of th’ many; Wh’ thoug’ a spark woul’ win hi’ a Gemm’, My kinder years, the’ b’ a gemmy drough’, An’ I though’ som’ firework’ woul’ ‘elp out.”

He continued to sing his song without much care, not really noticing Jasper. If she stayed to listen, mind you, she would hear a few astute remarks to the Gem Upper Class; so to speak, as well as a hint or two as to his nature.

Not to mention a direct mention of Yellow Diamond;-

“Remembe’, thi’ diamon’ son’ ain’t for ye.”

Who else could he be referring to? Or is he just drunk?

Either way, it was an odd and interesting series of lines. Not to mention he let slip a short mention of his nature as a power booster.

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usqueadluna;

[usqueadluna]

Rose Quartz could have. Her son might be able to.

[ She envies healers, to be honest. Before coming to Earth she hadn’t, but once she had met humans, met something she felt was worth fighting to protect, she wished her powers offered more than a barrier to keep people out. ]

If you don’t want to even try, that’s your problem, not mine. I know Steven would want to heal it.

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“Ste’e’, las’? Who’ i’ he?”

He didn’t know a Steven. There was a major difference between seeing someone and knowing someone; a difference Calcite was well aware of.

“If’n y’ thin’ he woul’ hel’ me, mor’ powe’ t’ ye. I’ll tr’ anyth’n’, rea’ly, I ain’ liki’g bein’ har’ t’ understan’.”

[tsukiakarinoniji-archive]

Anonymously or not, send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse

[spindashass]

Jasper made a disinterested grunting sound at the mention of mixing it, still feeling pretty hostile towards the drink itself. Watching him as he pulled out a second bottle and poured something else into it, she frowned. That, she vaguely recognized as something Steven had been drinking on one of his many also-unwelcome visits.

If someone as weak and small as them could drink it, she could too. Taking the cup, she glowered at it scrutinizingly for a moment before taking a small sip, then chugging it. It still burned, but it was much less harsh than the vodka. She set the cup to the side as Calcite continued to speak.

“Then it’s not important. I don’t want to be either with you.” Jasper growled, pushing herself up to her feet once again. “I’m not going to kill you as long as you leave me alone, and I won’t bother to try and drag you back to Homeworld when I go, but that’s the extent of our relationship.”

She placed one foot on the edge of the box with the bottle, shoving it further away from her and the lighthouse.”I don’t know what you’re hoping to gain by trying to befriend me, but I will never like any of you Gems who have shown you’re not even a little bit loyal to Homeworld anymore. Disgraceful.”

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“Jasper, if’n ye thought I weren’t loyal to homeworl’... ye be wrong. I don’t like what the’ be doing, but i’ is stil’ home, in’it?”

The point he was making wasn’t clear; but the distinction - in his eyes - was. A lack of desire to be on Homeworld; to be fighting for his life against past actions and present rebellions, to be stuck in a backwards society - seeing the stars and the heavens themselves as enemies from the start; keeping the views of gems long gone and slowly dragging themselves into a self-propagating pit of miscultured ideals and a slow decline into a runious self-destructive society.

That was what he had left behind. The upper gems - the strong; the hardy and the bold - would not have seen that. ‘The view of the birdcage is great at the top’, so to speak.

“Even if’n a gem like me was hunt’d, I can understand why ya want to go bac’.”

He picked up the bottle, pouring her another, before pouring himself one.

“Mayb’ I just wanted somege’ who got tha’? Even once. Lapis don’t understan’... mirror stu’.”

He sighed, sitting down, drink in hand.

“Even if we ain’t friends, even if’n ya don’t wanna be friends - that’ fine. Maybe I jes’ wan’ed t’ share some stories about Homeworld.”

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usqueadluna;

[usqueadluna]

...

[ She reaches out towards it before she remembers herself and pulls her hand back, fingers curling into her palm. Her expression is mostly unreadable, especially with the way her hair covers her eyes. She isn’t going to ask how, or why. ]

I know a very good little boy who might be able to fix that.

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"Ay', I ain' s' sure, lass. Ain' man' a ge' or... hu-ma' tha' ca' fi' a bust' ge' lik' 'eself."

He looked around; her unreadable expression didn't exactly make guaging her intent or her motivations an easy topic, or a simple task. And when dealing with gems - you can't just ask.

What you can do is ask tricky questions.

"Ye b' th' firs' ge' t' car', bey'nd sayi' I' 'ard to understan'. Wh'?"

[spindashass]

Jasper had never heard that series of words uttered in her entire life. Well, she’d heard Yellow Diamond before, obviously, but she hadn’t heard of.. vodka.

“I don’t– are you making this stuff up?” He’d said Homeworld, but she was unaware of anything like this on the planet. Jasper had never really be interested in things gleaned from conquered races, though. Well, not things besides their weapons tech. Jasper stared at the bottle in her hand for a moment longer before bringing it to her lips and taking a swig.

And then instantly regretted it. Coughing as the liquid seemed to burn the entirety of her formed processing system, and let the bottle drop from her hands as if it had wounded her. Anger came over her features as she fixed Calcite with an agitated glare.

“Whatever that– ghhk– was, I’m not interested in it.” Reaching up she rubbed at her throat, staring scornfully down at the bottle.

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Calcite chuckled, an odd sound, one not touched or even hinted by fear.

"...aye, it' be rather harsh raw, bu' that's why ye mix it."

He pulled out another, larger bottle, made of plastic. Inside of it was soda of some kind; the flavour unremarkable - it was soda. At this, he reached down and pulled out the last of what he had been carrying - two cups. Simple, standard cups.

He poured a small measure in one, with some of the soda added, and offered it back to Jasper.

"There be a stor' behind this vodka; A story ye may wish t' hear. About Homeworld."

At this point, he had learnt something. For all he didn't like Homeworld, and for all it's policies were degrading - he knew there were pieces and changes that Jasper would not approve of.

"So even if ye don't want to be... nae friends, bu' even aquaintences... this may be importan' to ye."

The invitation was clear.

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usqueadluna;

[usqueadluna]

Can I ask what’s wrong? Your gem doesn’t look broken to me.

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There was a burst of flame near his gem; near his core; and in it’s place was a slightly cracked; mostly dented and damaged gem.

“I ain’ th’ t’pe t’ worr’ m’ friends, Moonston’.”

“I learn’ glamo’ fo’ a reas’n.”

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usqueadluna;

[usqueadluna]

I understand that. Sort of. 

….Before the war I had never brought harm to another. Gem or not. My light constructs are fairly powerful but I only used them in defense. I didn’t care for fighting, or for much else in that matter. 

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“I on’y fou’ht offensi’ely onc’... I ain’ sur’ ho’ I feel abo’ it, eith’.”

He was referring to that one incident with a Lapis Lazuli. And that compound. And a message.

“I can’nae tak’ muc’ of a beatin’ righ’ no’ eithe’.” A small sigh. “M’ mai’ action is t’ run.”

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usqueadluna;

[usqueadluna]

Rose’s army was composed of many misfits like you and I. You aren’t the first Gem i’ve met who’s somewhat difficult to understand. 

Oh? A rebel in the war or a rebel on Homeworld? 

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“Bot’. I sta’ed behi’... I ain’ a fighte’ eve’ if I try. Fire ain’ good ‘gains’ most gems.”

A shrug.

“I mad’ sure Homeworl’ had a fa’ har’e’ tim’ gettin’ backup here.”

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blackholedone I have been spending the entirety of my time stranded here avoiding as much of this planet as I possibly can already. … Are you well?

“...ay’, kind’. I too’ a bi’ o’ damag’ tailin’ yo’ on reentry.”

He shakes his head a bit, still not used to speech with such an accent; he is normally - when fully repaired - more intelligible. Accented, sure, but intelligible.”

“Stil’, tho’, scanner’. Ya min’? I’m uncom’tabl’ already.”