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@fireworkgoboom
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I am Firework diamond, Fifty-thousand years under my belt with my mother leading the charge on well- Leading our home planet! We call it Homestead. First things first lovelies.. A word from our sponsor-
Cory’s Dad gets dropped in front of fireworks
@coryakablackopal
*Standing over him... Immediately bubbling so he cant run away again* ...jackass. You thought you could leave so easily fuck your life, mate.
... When my father was texting me about 'gem fuckers', I had a feeling he would be with you... Didn't expect to be correct
I didn't expect your father to be such an asshat, but i suppose the fruit rolled quite far from the vine so to speak. please dont emulate him in any way.--
*Turning back towards the bubble, staring down the man inside* You sir, are under diamond decree of custody, which.. Dear sir, I think has a wonderous earth translation. It means:
"You are my bitch now."
just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it sir?
Cory’s Dad gets dropped in front of fireworks
@coryakablackopal
*Standing over him... Immediately bubbling so he cant run away again* ...jackass. You thought you could leave so easily fuck your life, mate.
If you don’t like soft diamonds, I have somebody who won’t be soft
Here
Firework Diamond( @fireworkgoboom )
Show them how you deal with things
how about you stop bothering me Jimmy. I have things to do.
*She suddenly starts drifting away from the ground, the force only getting stronger every time she tries to grab something to stop her.* *I sit upside-down in mid-air, cheekily letting her drift up toward me, And my literal claws mimic white's own proverbials as I pinch a the edges of their neck gem and slowly drag their weightless form toward my face before I speak with a low resonance*
Soft is correct though- Softly chucking at idiots, Softly squeezing their gems between my talons until I get that lovely little noise gems make when they crack~..
I wonder what sound you make.
[clear quartzes jaw clenches but other then that she doesn't outwardly react, doesn't even flinch]
I care not what you have to say, all diamonds have lost my trust for what they have done. Whatever you wish to do, know I have faced crueler.
Crueler? Oh, child-
*I let her go from my grasp, flicking my wrist in such a way to send her spinning like dancing pearl*
Cruelty is boring. I'm an enertainer- And you dear quartz?
You're a wonderful little stage prop~. Here's how the script goes, darling. *I stop her spinning by grabbing her hair for a moment mid-twirl, pointing toward Malachite*
You? You leave that fusion and their components alone. Me? I sit on your proverbial chest by bubbling you and shaking said bubble like im trying to mix paint. And when time comes, you answer for your tacky little crimes. You're gauche. Tacky and gauche.
You claim performance, yet you describe actions I've seen as punishment. Are they the same for you? Yet you claim no crualty?
What difference does it make if through fear or respect or magic? The actions still get done. The pain is still there. The weak still regret. The target still pays. All is the same when you arnt the top.
Is it a crime if you do not live under the law in question? Or are they the actions chosen? What gives you the right for your words to be law? Because you were made larger? Stronger? With more power? Eather way, you were made into power. Just as all the diamonds were. You didnt earn it.
stop waxing poetic, you wanted a diamond who wasnt soft and now you have one. speak less, you're listened to by none. *I bubble her and set her floating high, setting myself down on the ground and keep an eye on the malachite fusion* You dont even know what weakness is. The lame and deficient are those with no sonder, no ability to connect or emote in common with another. Anyone can shut themselves from anyone and declare themselves the best- It takes bravery and strength to say theres room to grow and things to learn. Whats up top is exactly what matters, Clear. And the top? The top is me, and the top is my mother. White diamond has lost to both of us in battles of both war and wit. Regardless of your upbringing, you're wrong in totality. Cruelty is not showmanship for punishment, it's pleasure. Showmanship is what you get when you just want to send a message.. besides:
When did your insolent soul ever have the right to talk about cruelty?
You're not scare, clever, or even all that much to look at. You're a joke, Clear. You're just some woman with too much ability to be trouble. Your diamonds are inadequate, and your need to be the baddest-most-bravest is both noted and laughable- How is it im the diamond but you're the up-tight broad who cant keep her poorly-manicured mitts off other people's lives?~ Ohohohoho!
your mother can block the future version of sapphires and garnet fusions
So can I- we use different methods though. I just block the visions entirely, like a scrambled signal. Most i usually send back is a vague sense of 'that pissed someone off' and forget it. Mother likes to do more dramatic things such as send back entire falsified networks of timelines just to throw them off or even scare them
honestly i prefer being in the same room and just staring at them till they look.
If you don’t like soft diamonds, I have somebody who won’t be soft
Here
Firework Diamond( @fireworkgoboom )
Show them how you deal with things
how about you stop bothering me Jimmy. I have things to do.
*She suddenly starts drifting away from the ground, the force only getting stronger every time she tries to grab something to stop her.* *I sit upside-down in mid-air, cheekily letting her drift up toward me, And my literal claws mimic white's own proverbials as I pinch a the edges of their neck gem and slowly drag their weightless form toward my face before I speak with a low resonance*
Soft is correct though- Softly chucking at idiots, Softly squeezing their gems between my talons until I get that lovely little noise gems make when they crack~..
I wonder what sound you make.
[clear quartzes jaw clenches but other then that she doesn't outwardly react, doesn't even flinch]
I care not what you have to say, all diamonds have lost my trust for what they have done. Whatever you wish to do, know I have faced crueler.
Crueler? Oh, child-
*I let her go from my grasp, flicking my wrist in such a way to send her spinning like dancing pearl*
Cruelty is boring. I'm an enertainer- And you dear quartz?
You're a wonderful little stage prop~. Here's how the script goes, darling. *I stop her spinning by grabbing her hair for a moment mid-twirl, pointing toward Malachite*
You? You leave that fusion and their components alone. Me? I sit on your proverbial chest by bubbling you and shaking said bubble like im trying to mix paint. And when time comes, you answer for your tacky little crimes. You're gauche. Tacky and gauche.
If you don’t like soft diamonds, I have somebody who won’t be soft
Here
Firework Diamond( @fireworkgoboom )
Show them how you deal with things
how about you stop bothering me Jimmy. I have things to do.
*She suddenly starts drifting away from the ground, the force only getting stronger every time she tries to grab something to stop her.* *I sit upside-down in mid-air, cheekily letting her drift up toward me, And my literal claws mimic white's own proverbials as I pinch a the edges of their neck gem and slowly drag their weightless form toward my face before I speak with a low resonance*
Soft is correct though- Softly chucking at idiots, Softly squeezing their gems between my talons until I get that lovely little noise gems make when they crack~..
I wonder what sound you make.
Soft iridescent pyrope said I should ask you about this, she said you would know more about the subject. Uh, what is the history of gems? I really don't know... Anything about gem kind
Eh... I'll summarize as best as I can, as it's rather lengthy even then. Homestead came before Homeworld, about 50,000 years earlier. The seed that had sparked the star my mother and I emerged from. a small sliver had been loosened from the original seed, and it travelled all those 50,000 years until it struck a planet- Homeworld. We were more worried about building our society to be stable for the first fifty-thousand. in theory, a transition of all major power could be easily ignored until long after the transaction- Its made to last even if we personally fall. However... White was spacefaring by only year 200, and as she went out to find the cosmos so to speak? She found us. We were spacefaring only after 8,000 years- but then again, we also had a planet to care for and obligations to community rather than brute-force military conquering. White meeting my mother White had found herself... not to be the happiest person, let's say. Beginning with era 1, we were privy to the relationships Pink, Blue, Yellow, and White had. We intervened as often as we could, and were amicable as possible... they didnt really care much. As they kept trying conquer planets, we'd keep blocking many of their conquests. during this time and near the end of era 1, Pink had managed to acquire a colony. Mother and I were cut off from Pink when she was given the earth, and We had to assume she was doing fine. I kept trying to visit her in my dreams but she seemed to wake up just as i had managed to reach through the mindscape every time. The rise of Rose Quartz was meteoric, her rebellion spread like wildfire and declaring the end of era 1 and beginning of era two was based on one event: The shattering of Pink. Rose had taken the ultimate casualty in her war, her touted distaste for shattering pushed aside for a goal I know she thought was right. My mother and I had learned via the broadcast announcement... I had to use all my powers just to get her somewhere safe. She was going through something known as psycho-emotional deharmonization- Or as most know it: Grief-poof. She literally became so emotional that I could see her body-light falling loose, glowing streaks spreading across her as her body defined itself as a short-fuse time bomb. I had to teleport her as far as my powers could manage, it was agony but I had the gem equivalent of an adrenaline rush so it wasnt immediately noticed. We went to an a galaxy we were yet to give a name to in our starcharts- It never got a name after mother decimated it. Mother and I are stellar diamonds- formed in the core of a red supergiant, we carry the light of literal stars within us, and she used that power all at once. It was hours before she re-emerged from her gem and i spent that time letting her float in space while I used the last of my energy at the time to teleport back to the nearest colony (still multiple galaxies away) and I had to make my ship auto-pilot to get her. After returning to homeworld to try initiating procedures for a funeral, We had discovered they chose to disrespect her memory in the most disgusting way possible. Pink loved organic organisms, unbeknownst to a certain quartz- But I digress. She thought organic life was glorious and... They took an individual from her colony, a neanderthal we later learned- They took them and used them to incubate a parasite gem called Vivianite. It incubated in the chest, compressing organs and causing chronic harm until only a single scant year on average does the gem burst out of the chest of the individual while the final extraction of life leaves nothing left of the organic. They presented this-- abomination like it was some prize trophy and not an affront to life both organic and crystalline!
We distanced ourselves and cut all resource trades, era 2 started with homestead with surplus and comfort while Homeworld entered a resource crisis. Without indulging in persona details, era two is where many gems leanings were made more extreme, Loyalists became zealots and the disenfranchised suddenly sympathising with the rebellion and ready to abandon their post. Alongside this, Its my understanding that the first of many gem-beasts are emerging at that time. Earth's 'corruption' was product of a botched diamond blast. Without pink's powers to balance White, Blue, and Yellow... what should've obliterated gems into husks (No data or life) simply mutilated gems into those disgusting beasts. I'll have to continue another day, I... I-I think I wish to rest a tad bit, even Diamonds have limits on the emotions they can suppress during stories.
... Before you leave, I have one more question,if you don't mind answering... Is there anything you can tell me about my gem type? Like, what would my mother's role have been?
...Opals are sensitive, physically sensitive to minute changes. theyre talented but nitpicks- technically aristocrat but always a bit lower in practice due to them being a byproduct of non-standard quartz formation. The same silicon dioxide in a quartz is in opals- but its trillions of them, microscopic and held together by structure rather than outright material. That's their strength, and their weakness.. Theyre made to sense things, and say things. An opal could read weather hours before it starts, sense tiny chemical imperfections, and turn their nose up anything not up to par... like that description I just game, Ohohoho~. Reality is: Opals are only that in stereotype and crystalogical/crude gemetics. In practice, they find great joy in exploring their senses and only become their iconic rude commentary when its against something they personally believe or like. For example, I know a lovely lime opal, A green skinned man with lovely amber locks- He's INSUFFERABLE if you say something inacurate about power conduits and electrical safety. Your mother might've sensed injustice, and that was her axis- her greatest sensitivity. With practice, I wonder if you could learn to sense gems around you. I think you'll find as your powers develop, your ability to assess your options and intuit your surroundings will blossom into the most useful tool in your arsenal
... So it is possible I have gem powers?
...all hybrids will have powers- its the nature of gemhood. Even if its just a weapon and some unnatural durability- and organic bodies grant immunity to dissipation, meaning destabilizer tech would be rendered little more than a joy-buzzer for you.
If it's natural, why don't I know mine? I didn't even know that was a possibility till recently
Powers are psychological and reflexive in nature, something you discover. Most gems powers are tied to their personality- Whatever emotions or philosophy your mother had lived with would probably be a good place to start. For example, most rubies will draw their power from passion, with flame being a product of intensity. Many pearls draw on principles like grace, calculation, balance, or meticulous coordination. Opals are... Admittedly a bit of a wildcard by nature, but maybe start off with visualizing. Close your eyes and imagine a slow glow from your entire body- Then picture it slowly flowing and concentrating in your gem- Reach back, and grasp firmly upon whatever may form as you visualize that light concentrating further and emerging from your gem. You're bound to summon something, and if nothing else, its a good excercise to try and hone your power even if it hasnt manifested outwardly yet. Gems, despite being made of code and crystal- live by songs and dreams. Every gem emits music to some degree (often during fusion), and I think if you can summon your powers, you'll also discover your gem's "song" so to speak- For example, you might hear the distant rhythm of a concert when im near, that soft bass in the air and occasional distorted snare? That's actually me, darling. *I crouch, the music slightly louder and now more obviously emitting from my gem* Follow the music, Opal-child. Perhaps this weapon-summoning business is the outlet your constant gem-fracturing needs in order to cease for good.
Soft iridescent pyrope said I should ask you about this, she said you would know more about the subject. Uh, what is the history of gems? I really don't know... Anything about gem kind
Eh... I'll summarize as best as I can, as it's rather lengthy even then. Homestead came before Homeworld, about 50,000 years earlier. The seed that had sparked the star my mother and I emerged from. a small sliver had been loosened from the original seed, and it travelled all those 50,000 years until it struck a planet- Homeworld. We were more worried about building our society to be stable for the first fifty-thousand. in theory, a transition of all major power could be easily ignored until long after the transaction- Its made to last even if we personally fall. However... White was spacefaring by only year 200, and as she went out to find the cosmos so to speak? She found us. We were spacefaring only after 8,000 years- but then again, we also had a planet to care for and obligations to community rather than brute-force military conquering. White meeting my mother White had found herself... not to be the happiest person, let's say. Beginning with era 1, we were privy to the relationships Pink, Blue, Yellow, and White had. We intervened as often as we could, and were amicable as possible... they didnt really care much. As they kept trying conquer planets, we'd keep blocking many of their conquests. during this time and near the end of era 1, Pink had managed to acquire a colony. Mother and I were cut off from Pink when she was given the earth, and We had to assume she was doing fine. I kept trying to visit her in my dreams but she seemed to wake up just as i had managed to reach through the mindscape every time. The rise of Rose Quartz was meteoric, her rebellion spread like wildfire and declaring the end of era 1 and beginning of era two was based on one event: The shattering of Pink. Rose had taken the ultimate casualty in her war, her touted distaste for shattering pushed aside for a goal I know she thought was right. My mother and I had learned via the broadcast announcement... I had to use all my powers just to get her somewhere safe. She was going through something known as psycho-emotional deharmonization- Or as most know it: Grief-poof. She literally became so emotional that I could see her body-light falling loose, glowing streaks spreading across her as her body defined itself as a short-fuse time bomb. I had to teleport her as far as my powers could manage, it was agony but I had the gem equivalent of an adrenaline rush so it wasnt immediately noticed. We went to an a galaxy we were yet to give a name to in our starcharts- It never got a name after mother decimated it. Mother and I are stellar diamonds- formed in the core of a red supergiant, we carry the light of literal stars within us, and she used that power all at once. It was hours before she re-emerged from her gem and i spent that time letting her float in space while I used the last of my energy at the time to teleport back to the nearest colony (still multiple galaxies away) and I had to make my ship auto-pilot to get her. After returning to homeworld to try initiating procedures for a funeral, We had discovered they chose to disrespect her memory in the most disgusting way possible. Pink loved organic organisms, unbeknownst to a certain quartz- But I digress. She thought organic life was glorious and... They took an individual from her colony, a neanderthal we later learned- They took them and used them to incubate a parasite gem called Vivianite. It incubated in the chest, compressing organs and causing chronic harm until only a single scant year on average does the gem burst out of the chest of the individual while the final extraction of life leaves nothing left of the organic. They presented this-- abomination like it was some prize trophy and not an affront to life both organic and crystalline!
We distanced ourselves and cut all resource trades, era 2 started with homestead with surplus and comfort while Homeworld entered a resource crisis. Without indulging in persona details, era two is where many gems leanings were made more extreme, Loyalists became zealots and the disenfranchised suddenly sympathising with the rebellion and ready to abandon their post. Alongside this, Its my understanding that the first of many gem-beasts are emerging at that time. Earth's 'corruption' was product of a botched diamond blast. Without pink's powers to balance White, Blue, and Yellow... what should've obliterated gems into husks (No data or life) simply mutilated gems into those disgusting beasts. I'll have to continue another day, I... I-I think I wish to rest a tad bit, even Diamonds have limits on the emotions they can suppress during stories.
... Before you leave, I have one more question,if you don't mind answering... Is there anything you can tell me about my gem type? Like, what would my mother's role have been?
...Opals are sensitive, physically sensitive to minute changes. theyre talented but nitpicks- technically aristocrat but always a bit lower in practice due to them being a byproduct of non-standard quartz formation. The same silicon dioxide in a quartz is in opals- but its trillions of them, microscopic and held together by structure rather than outright material. That's their strength, and their weakness.. Theyre made to sense things, and say things. An opal could read weather hours before it starts, sense tiny chemical imperfections, and turn their nose up anything not up to par... like that description I just game, Ohohoho~. Reality is: Opals are only that in stereotype and crystalogical/crude gemetics. In practice, they find great joy in exploring their senses and only become their iconic rude commentary when its against something they personally believe or like. For example, I know a lovely lime opal, A green skinned man with lovely amber locks- He's INSUFFERABLE if you say something inacurate about power conduits and electrical safety. Your mother might've sensed injustice, and that was her axis- her greatest sensitivity. With practice, I wonder if you could learn to sense gems around you. I think you'll find as your powers develop, your ability to assess your options and intuit your surroundings will blossom into the most useful tool in your arsenal
... So it is possible I have gem powers?
...all hybrids will have powers- its the nature of gemhood. Even if its just a weapon and some unnatural durability- and organic bodies grant immunity to dissipation, meaning destabilizer tech would be rendered little more than a joy-buzzer for you.
Soft iridescent pyrope said I should ask you about this, she said you would know more about the subject. Uh, what is the history of gems? I really don't know... Anything about gem kind
Eh... I'll summarize as best as I can, as it's rather lengthy even then. Homestead came before Homeworld, about 50,000 years earlier. The seed that had sparked the star my mother and I emerged from. a small sliver had been loosened from the original seed, and it travelled all those 50,000 years until it struck a planet- Homeworld. We were more worried about building our society to be stable for the first fifty-thousand. in theory, a transition of all major power could be easily ignored until long after the transaction- Its made to last even if we personally fall. However... White was spacefaring by only year 200, and as she went out to find the cosmos so to speak? She found us. We were spacefaring only after 8,000 years- but then again, we also had a planet to care for and obligations to community rather than brute-force military conquering. White meeting my mother White had found herself... not to be the happiest person, let's say. Beginning with era 1, we were privy to the relationships Pink, Blue, Yellow, and White had. We intervened as often as we could, and were amicable as possible... they didnt really care much. As they kept trying conquer planets, we'd keep blocking many of their conquests. during this time and near the end of era 1, Pink had managed to acquire a colony. Mother and I were cut off from Pink when she was given the earth, and We had to assume she was doing fine. I kept trying to visit her in my dreams but she seemed to wake up just as i had managed to reach through the mindscape every time. The rise of Rose Quartz was meteoric, her rebellion spread like wildfire and declaring the end of era 1 and beginning of era two was based on one event: The shattering of Pink. Rose had taken the ultimate casualty in her war, her touted distaste for shattering pushed aside for a goal I know she thought was right. My mother and I had learned via the broadcast announcement... I had to use all my powers just to get her somewhere safe. She was going through something known as psycho-emotional deharmonization- Or as most know it: Grief-poof. She literally became so emotional that I could see her body-light falling loose, glowing streaks spreading across her as her body defined itself as a short-fuse time bomb. I had to teleport her as far as my powers could manage, it was agony but I had the gem equivalent of an adrenaline rush so it wasnt immediately noticed. We went to an a galaxy we were yet to give a name to in our starcharts- It never got a name after mother decimated it. Mother and I are stellar diamonds- formed in the core of a red supergiant, we carry the light of literal stars within us, and she used that power all at once. It was hours before she re-emerged from her gem and i spent that time letting her float in space while I used the last of my energy at the time to teleport back to the nearest colony (still multiple galaxies away) and I had to make my ship auto-pilot to get her. After returning to homeworld to try initiating procedures for a funeral, We had discovered they chose to disrespect her memory in the most disgusting way possible. Pink loved organic organisms, unbeknownst to a certain quartz- But I digress. She thought organic life was glorious and... They took an individual from her colony, a neanderthal we later learned- They took them and used them to incubate a parasite gem called Vivianite. It incubated in the chest, compressing organs and causing chronic harm until only a single scant year on average does the gem burst out of the chest of the individual while the final extraction of life leaves nothing left of the organic. They presented this-- abomination like it was some prize trophy and not an affront to life both organic and crystalline!
We distanced ourselves and cut all resource trades, era 2 started with homestead with surplus and comfort while Homeworld entered a resource crisis. Without indulging in persona details, era two is where many gems leanings were made more extreme, Loyalists became zealots and the disenfranchised suddenly sympathising with the rebellion and ready to abandon their post. Alongside this, Its my understanding that the first of many gem-beasts are emerging at that time. Earth's 'corruption' was product of a botched diamond blast. Without pink's powers to balance White, Blue, and Yellow... what should've obliterated gems into husks (No data or life) simply mutilated gems into those disgusting beasts. I'll have to continue another day, I... I-I think I wish to rest a tad bit, even Diamonds have limits on the emotions they can suppress during stories.
... Before you leave, I have one more question,if you don't mind answering... Is there anything you can tell me about my gem type? Like, what would my mother's role have been?
...Opals are sensitive, physically sensitive to minute changes. theyre talented but nitpicks- technically aristocrat but always a bit lower in practice due to them being a byproduct of non-standard quartz formation. The same silicon dioxide in a quartz is in opals- but its trillions of them, microscopic and held together by structure rather than outright material. That's their strength, and their weakness.. Theyre made to sense things, and say things. An opal could read weather hours before it starts, sense tiny chemical imperfections, and turn their nose up anything not up to par... like that description I just game, Ohohoho~. Reality is: Opals are only that in stereotype and crystalogical/crude gemetics. In practice, they find great joy in exploring their senses and only become their iconic rude commentary when its against something they personally believe or like. For example, I know a lovely lime opal, A green skinned man with lovely amber locks- He's INSUFFERABLE if you say something inacurate about power conduits and electrical safety. Your mother might've sensed injustice, and that was her axis- her greatest sensitivity. With practice, I wonder if you could learn to sense gems around you. I think you'll find as your powers develop, your ability to assess your options and intuit your surroundings will blossom into the most useful tool in your arsenal
Soft iridescent pyrope said I should ask you about this, she said you would know more about the subject. Uh, what is the history of gems? I really don't know... Anything about gem kind
Eh... I'll summarize as best as I can, as it's rather lengthy even then. Homestead came before Homeworld, about 50,000 years earlier. The seed that had sparked the star my mother and I emerged from. a small sliver had been loosened from the original seed, and it travelled all those 50,000 years until it struck a planet- Homeworld. We were more worried about building our society to be stable for the first fifty-thousand. in theory, a transition of all major power could be easily ignored until long after the transaction- Its made to last even if we personally fall. However... White was spacefaring by only year 200, and as she went out to find the cosmos so to speak? She found us. We were spacefaring only after 8,000 years- but then again, we also had a planet to care for and obligations to community rather than brute-force military conquering. White meeting my mother White had found herself... not to be the happiest person, let's say. Beginning with era 1, we were privy to the relationships Pink, Blue, Yellow, and White had. We intervened as often as we could, and were amicable as possible... they didnt really care much. As they kept trying conquer planets, we'd keep blocking many of their conquests. during this time and near the end of era 1, Pink had managed to acquire a colony. Mother and I were cut off from Pink when she was given the earth, and We had to assume she was doing fine. I kept trying to visit her in my dreams but she seemed to wake up just as i had managed to reach through the mindscape every time. The rise of Rose Quartz was meteoric, her rebellion spread like wildfire and declaring the end of era 1 and beginning of era two was based on one event: The shattering of Pink. Rose had taken the ultimate casualty in her war, her touted distaste for shattering pushed aside for a goal I know she thought was right. My mother and I had learned via the broadcast announcement... I had to use all my powers just to get her somewhere safe. She was going through something known as psycho-emotional deharmonization- Or as most know it: Grief-poof. She literally became so emotional that I could see her body-light falling loose, glowing streaks spreading across her as her body defined itself as a short-fuse time bomb. I had to teleport her as far as my powers could manage, it was agony but I had the gem equivalent of an adrenaline rush so it wasnt immediately noticed. We went to an a galaxy we were yet to give a name to in our starcharts- It never got a name after mother decimated it. Mother and I are stellar diamonds- formed in the core of a red supergiant, we carry the light of literal stars within us, and she used that power all at once. It was hours before she re-emerged from her gem and i spent that time letting her float in space while I used the last of my energy at the time to teleport back to the nearest colony (still multiple galaxies away) and I had to make my ship auto-pilot to get her. After returning to homeworld to try initiating procedures for a funeral, We had discovered they chose to disrespect her memory in the most disgusting way possible. Pink loved organic organisms, unbeknownst to a certain quartz- But I digress. She thought organic life was glorious and... They took an individual from her colony, a neanderthal we later learned- They took them and used them to incubate a parasite gem called Vivianite. It incubated in the chest, compressing organs and causing chronic harm until only a single scant year on average does the gem burst out of the chest of the individual while the final extraction of life leaves nothing left of the organic. They presented this-- abomination like it was some prize trophy and not an affront to life both organic and crystalline!
We distanced ourselves and cut all resource trades, era 2 started with homestead with surplus and comfort while Homeworld entered a resource crisis. Without indulging in persona details, era two is where many gems leanings were made more extreme, Loyalists became zealots and the disenfranchised suddenly sympathising with the rebellion and ready to abandon their post. Alongside this, Its my understanding that the first of many gem-beasts are emerging at that time. Earth's 'corruption' was product of a botched diamond blast. Without pink's powers to balance White, Blue, and Yellow... what should've obliterated gems into husks (No data or life) simply mutilated gems into those disgusting beasts. I'll have to continue another day, I... I-I think I wish to rest a tad bit, even Diamonds have limits on the emotions they can suppress during stories.
2 questions.
1: since you helped keep me from corrupting... Should my gem continue to crack? I'm unsure if those 2 were ever related but my gem would often crack first, then I would start to corrupt...
2:... Is it possible for cracks in the gem to one day become...irreversible.
I- I mean I'm totally not still getting cracks on a daily basis! I just met someone and am curious haha.
First.. You're a terible liar about that curiosity, darling- my other eye is of the mind so to speak, Ohohohoh~.. Second, That's a separate issue, but my methods shouldve fixed both at the time. If this is recurring, its never irreversible- Even shattered gems may be reassembled if most of their pieces are found. I can give you something a bit easier to come by than direct diamond intervention. *summoning small bottle from gem, Setting it down to Cory with low gravity* Its a small bit of concentrated mending salve- Its made with some herbs native to Homestead. If you wish to make it yourself, I can sent over some seeds and have a few of my terraformers and agriculturists for our biodomes for a quick day of setting up a small garden where you can assemble the ingredients yourself. I'll send the exact recipe another day- For now? Heal up and rest up, child.
I-... So it... It shouldn't be continuing to crack?... Why dose it keep happening? I-... I don't understand
-my voice comes out soft, almost like a scared child, but is also one of someone worried they can't be fixed-
It shouldn't. I'm perfectly sure this shouldnt be an issue... Then again, Opals are especially sensitive to conditions. Dilute the concentrate I gave you with some water and apply it whenever a crack forms, Catching it early is always a good thing. As for the repeated fractures... Perhaps theres some sort of internal stresses that aren't being released? You might want to see a professional about that, however I'd have to supply that myself- I'll see about sending someone with a higher dedication to gem-healing since Im just able to restore the actual gem, not prevent it from undergoing natural or even mechanical processes.
*Summons a blank holoscreen- Futzing around in settings before the gem-script writing changes to plain earth-born english. and handing it down to her* Theres some contacts pre-loaded, A few crystalogists AKA gem-doctors, some legal representatives if (stars-forbid) something happens worth defending- And of course mine and my mother's communicator addresses. First, I want to make sure its not psychological stress- Gemstones are ironically weak to the intangible impact of emotion and stress. Gems like my mother or any number of gems having witnessed something devastating- It can cause one to dissipate, or "poof" as it were. If one can't actually retreat though... Theres a tiny chance the emotion could cause internal stress that could make cracks and fractures easier to come by...
eh... On that note, before you go seeking another physical remedy, I should send you to someone who might be able to untangle any stress that might be getting absorbed and therefor potentially damaged from.
@soft-iridescent-pyrope
I'm deadly, serious when I say this, Cory: You need to find the source of those cracks. regardless of its repairability of any gem, repeated fractures and healing are a risk to anything from mis-encoding of gem data, weakening or even instability of powers- If you need further help, feel free to talk to me- but im afraid i cant come out always to meet the physicality.
Your highness, she doesn’t know anything about gem culture, she doesn’t know how to use her power so she doesn’t know how to summon her weapon, although I am in the same ballpark and… she didn’t have a Dad like Greg…. i’m currently hunting the fucker, because I have some opinions to share with him
-she says while kneeling-
Regardless of her knowledge, She's in need and will receive help. As for her father, bring him back to beach city kicking and screaming if you have to, I'll warp in when i can and make sure the organic fuck ends up with consequences.. by that i mean I might bio-bend his heard flesh a cinch his blood and make him faint every time he fails to be a father again. As far as Im concerned, im half-tempted to start proceedings on making her a a citizen of homestead simply so she has the resources we provide. That and between my mother and our countless professionals, I have high hopes for her healing journey.
2 questions.
1: since you helped keep me from corrupting... Should my gem continue to crack? I'm unsure if those 2 were ever related but my gem would often crack first, then I would start to corrupt...
2:... Is it possible for cracks in the gem to one day become...irreversible.
I- I mean I'm totally not still getting cracks on a daily basis! I just met someone and am curious haha.
First.. You're a terible liar about that curiosity, darling- my other eye is of the mind so to speak, Ohohohoh~.. Second, That's a separate issue, but my methods shouldve fixed both at the time. If this is recurring, its never irreversible- Even shattered gems may be reassembled if most of their pieces are found. I can give you something a bit easier to come by than direct diamond intervention. *summoning small bottle from gem, Setting it down to Cory with low gravity* Its a small bit of concentrated mending salve- Its made with some herbs native to Homestead. If you wish to make it yourself, I can sent over some seeds and have a few of my terraformers and agriculturists for our biodomes for a quick day of setting up a small garden where you can assemble the ingredients yourself. I'll send the exact recipe another day- For now? Heal up and rest up, child.
I-... So it... It shouldn't be continuing to crack?... Why dose it keep happening? I-... I don't understand
-my voice comes out soft, almost like a scared child, but is also one of someone worried they can't be fixed-
It shouldn't. I'm perfectly sure this shouldnt be an issue... Then again, Opals are especially sensitive to conditions. Dilute the concentrate I gave you with some water and apply it whenever a crack forms, Catching it early is always a good thing. As for the repeated fractures... Perhaps theres some sort of internal stresses that aren't being released? You might want to see a professional about that, however I'd have to supply that myself- I'll see about sending someone with a higher dedication to gem-healing since Im just able to restore the actual gem, not prevent it from undergoing natural or even mechanical processes.
*Summons a blank holoscreen- Futzing around in settings before the gem-script writing changes to plain earth-born english. and handing it down to her* Theres some contacts pre-loaded, A few crystalogists AKA gem-doctors, some legal representatives if (stars-forbid) something happens worth defending- And of course mine and my mother's communicator addresses. First, I want to make sure its not psychological stress- Gemstones are ironically weak to the intangible impact of emotion and stress. Gems like my mother or any number of gems having witnessed something devastating- It can cause one to dissipate, or "poof" as it were. If one can't actually retreat though... Theres a tiny chance the emotion could cause internal stress that could make cracks and fractures easier to come by...
eh... On that note, before you go seeking another physical remedy, I should send you to someone who might be able to untangle any stress that might be getting absorbed and therefor potentially damaged from.
@soft-iridescent-pyrope
I'm deadly, serious when I say this, Cory: You need to find the source of those cracks. regardless of its repairability of any gem, repeated fractures and healing are a risk to anything from mis-encoding of gem data, weakening or even instability of powers- If you need further help, feel free to talk to me- but im afraid i cant come out always to meet the physicality.
2 questions.
1: since you helped keep me from corrupting... Should my gem continue to crack? I'm unsure if those 2 were ever related but my gem would often crack first, then I would start to corrupt...
2:... Is it possible for cracks in the gem to one day become...irreversible.
I- I mean I'm totally not still getting cracks on a daily basis! I just met someone and am curious haha.
First.. You're a terible liar about that curiosity, darling- my other eye is of the mind so to speak, Ohohohoh~.. Second, That's a separate issue, but my methods shouldve fixed both at the time. If this is recurring, its never irreversible- Even shattered gems may be reassembled if most of their pieces are found. I can give you something a bit easier to come by than direct diamond intervention. *summoning small bottle from gem, Setting it down to Cory with low gravity* Its a small bit of concentrated mending salve- Its made with some herbs native to Homestead. If you wish to make it yourself, I can sent over some seeds and have a few of my terraformers and agriculturists for our biodomes for a quick day of setting up a small garden where you can assemble the ingredients yourself. I'll send the exact recipe another day- For now? Heal up and rest up, child.
….
What exactly did you mess up on the morganite? 
Eugh, she was one of my first whole-cloth creations. Without mother manually correcting the colors, I was left to my own devices. I've never gotten similar severity elsewhere and she considers her existence worth complaining about at every opportunity. She's like if your own worst critic was also so insufferably smug and acts holier-than-thou for not fucking up colors on someone.
Is it obvious I dont like her?
.... i dont like it.
its uncertain and i dont like it
I know what's inside and I'm certain it's not what I expected.
feels like an odd balance.
how come solved problems seem to be replaced by increasingly difficult questions?
I was told to love it, to hate it..... I don't know what to think.
Theres common ground, but theres high voltage too.
Nova, give me patience- fore I know not what to do with strength.
So when exactly am I supposed to start tutoring under you?
(being so for real I’m trying to figure out the timeline for the blog of hers)
@pink-diamond-au
You'll be under my tutelage after we secure your first planet, yellow will have barely had time to check in before you're already flourishing.