#gemmedchild

[chrismuses]

[ @gemmedchild | Starter Call! ]

“Run that by me again? You’re looking for alien technology, you said?” He had to be sure the other hadn’t mistaken any of his inventions for whatever they were looking for- he had been doing more test flights of his space interceptor lately, and currently had it docked in his lab- awaiting adjustments. “...And you are positive you saw whatever it was flying overhead here?”

[fully-grown]

"Full Grown" ((sending this for @gemmedchild))

☆ thank you! ☆<

[thiirdboy]

【 ⊳ 碇 】；

HE’S ARMED WITH A FEW stock phrases he memorized in English and some money he exchanged on arriving here. He’s not in America for leisure ( of course he isn’t ), rather, on business related to NERV. It’s temporary, but a bit overwhelming nonetheless. At least he has a few spare moments to browse the music store right now.

He’s a little surprised when he’s approached out of the blue, looking at an album he thinks he recognizes. It’s something that’s different here, that he’s still getting accustomed to, and he fumbles out a response he thinks will suffice. ❝ Ah — um...do you know this one? ❞

@gemmedchild

[inv1s]

please find my chickens! w @gemmedchild > start 

         With my stomach literally on fire, I tried to listen to what Steven was saying. I really was, but I couldn’t really. “And the reward is a Panastar you say...?” Clutching my stomach as I was propelled to lean over in agony, I was preparing myself for the worst symptoms of poisoning. Okay... It was entirely my fault -- but flowers? Poisonous? I probably should’ve triple checked the encyclopedias. Still, as much as I regretted my starving instincts, there was no time machine in this world and I’m stuck with the urge keel over every second. The woes of a beginner vegan...

         I mayyy have worried Steven with my spam of angry texts... But this was his idea! Capturing chickens seemed like a simple idea to wrap my head around. Though I can’t say much about how well I’d be able to perform, how difficult was it to find and transport all the chickens back home safely to their weeping, loving mother? It was actually... more difficult than I originally thought.

         “I guess we don’t... have any other options. Our bubbles are perfect for trapping them but... I’m still on a time limit. Did you get any... cool, new magic when you turned into an elf?”

[hosttrick]

@gemmedchild

He’s in the ghost world, checking cores to jump to. And to everyone else, this guy in a red suit has stopped in the middle of the sidewalk for just a second... but a second is all he needs to interfere with everyone else walking behind him.

Not that Yomiel cares. Even something as simple as being an obstacle means that he exists and he’s here and he can do something, even without his (frankly, terrifying) powers.

“... Just move around me,” he grunts. “I don’t care if I’m in your way.”

[punrifyingflame]

@gemmedchild liked for a starter

“So you fold like that, and then like that... and there! A flower.” Lailah smiled as she held up the origami blossom to the boy, a pile of paper beside her. Folding was one of her favourite past times, and she was always happy to share it with others. “Would you like me to teach you? Or I could show you others as well, I know quite a few.”

[swrdchosen]

@gemmedchild

        “   hey, steven - are you doing okay?   ” 

   connie’s voice was soft as she glanced over at her friend, hugging her knees to her chest. they’d been watching the new season of under the knife --- catching up, really. with everything being so hectic over the past few days, they had no time to just hang out, which was fine! celebrating the uncorrupted gems return was much more important. still, now they were alone..

    “   it’s just, we didn’t really talk about what happened in white’s head. you haven’t really talked about.. any of it.   ”

[tailoredhonnouji]

@gemmedchild

“Hello, Steven.” Came a neutral, pleasant-sounding tone.

A look over from the dress form was given to the familiar boy who walked into the store. And while the two weren’t too personally acquainted, Iori knew much about this one from Peridot (and occasionally, Pearl.)

“Can I do anything for you?”