What girl doesn't need a good axe?

[furypatienceconversation]

WHO: Garnet and anyone who wants to drop by!
WHAT: Weapon shopping.
WHEN: Around midday.
WHERE: The Mid-Summer Festival in the Lost City of Amazonia
NOTES/WARNINGS: Dem thighs always need a warning. /ahem. Nothing as yet.

She had taken her arrival with her usual aplomb. The City of Tomorrow had been interesting, but she saw more things that she might need to take a closer look at when she thought about attending the Festival that everyone was talking about.

So that was where Garnet had gone. It was rather nice to be amongst fellow warrior women - not that she wasn't always, or almost always, but the attitude here was different. Pearl fought because Rose fought. Amethyst fought because, in her words, she was 'scrappy.' Garnet's reasoning was different. She fought because the battle needed to be fought, and she was able to fight it.

The reason she was looking intently at a weapons booth, though, was because...

Well...

Her giant axe looked a little lonely, and this place was, currently, a little closer (and definitely less laden with memory) than the strawberry fields.

Her lips tugged to one side, a hand at her chin, Garnet eyed a particularly well-made polearm. Reach, and a blade. Both of those were positives in her book.

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[story_and_teller]

"They still do that, in some places," Loki comments. "In different times, and different worlds..."

Beat.

"It gets annoying sometimes, but, eh. You get used to it. So, are your people like the gods of your world, then?" she asks. She can put two-and-two together: Diamond, Garnet, Jade, Fucsite...

[furypatienceconversation]

"No."

They were just old. And powerful. Maybe once, they were mistaken for gods. Given the temple, it wouldn't be surprising. But no, not gods.

"We are rebels, refugees, and protectors." In that order.

[story_and_teller]

"None of which means you are not also gods," Loki points out. "But no," she continues, tilting her chin slightly. "You're right; you're not gods. I think that feels too simple. Easy. Not that being a god is simple or easy, but..."

[furypatienceconversation]

"You mean the name is too easy." Not that the words refuting godhood were so simple, but Garnet understood what was meant. Or she thought so, anyway.

[story_and_teller]

"In a sense, yes," she agrees.

[furypatienceconversation]

"We have never been gods," Garnet nodded. "But we have been on Earth for a very long time. Humans may have mistaken us for them sometimes. But humans are... human."

Sometimes silly. Oftentimes in need of protection. Always soft and breakable. But there was something wonderful about them anyway.

[story_and_teller]

"Humans are, indeed, human," she agrees. "But isn't that the best part about them? They make an impact all out of proportion to what they should be able to. The ultimate scrappy underdogs. In the face of a multiverse full of things beyond their ken, they say 'So what?' and plough on anyway."

Loki gestures as she speaks, hands moving descriptively, long fingers dancing through the air.

"They also invented coffee and bacon."

[furypatienceconversation]

Rather famously, Garnet drank coffee for breakfast.

But, truly, she could take food or leave it. Even coffee. So she shrugged. "They also invented fish pizza."

And the way she said it meant that it tipped the scales in the other direction from coffee.

[story_and_teller]

"Anchovies are a traditional topping. Reminds me too much of food back on Asgard, which is pretty horrible."

Possibly she agrees.

"But there's no accounting for taste."

[furypatienceconversation]

"I am not referring to anchovies." She'd seen canned anchovies in the store. The fish Nanafua prepared were not anchovies.

[story_and_teller]

"Herring?"

[furypatienceconversation]

"If a herring is this large-" she indicated with her hands, a span of over two feet "-and blue."

[story_and_teller]

"Ah. No, herring are smaller," Loki says, holding her fingers about six inches apart, and bringing them closer together.

[furypatienceconversation]

"Kofi and Nanafua don't seem to cook with small fish." Just large ones. That, according to Steven, Nanafua tended to use to poke at Kofi by making them 'speak.'

The Pizzas were an odd family. And yet, after the incident with the pufferfish, she could respect them.

[story_and_teller]

"Still no accounting for taste then."

[furypatienceconversation]

Garnet shrugged one shoulder.

"Humans."

[story_and_teller]

"They'll try anything," she agrees, grinning again, with distinct approval.

[furypatienceconversation]

"Whether they should or not." ...Not complete approval, but...

Well, somehow Greg's duct tape was still holding the geode together. And he'd managed to get Lapis' video message from the wailing stone.

"Some are more competent than others."

[story_and_teller]

Loki laughs.

"Isn't that true of any people?"

[furypatienceconversation]

She thought of Peridot.

And then she thought of Pearl.

"Yes."

[story_and_teller]

"It's the nature of people, that some will rise to the top, or sink to the bottom, and make themselves known - write their name in the stars. Sometimes literally," she adds. "But those are few and far between, hm?"

[furypatienceconversation]

"Yes," Garnet agreed again, but was considering. Loki had spoken of stories. And this current talk had her thinking of one gem in particular. "You collect stories," she said, more an observation than a question.

[story_and_teller]

"I do." That's one way of describing what she does. One of the things she does.

[furypatienceconversation]

"Then there is a story you should know. About a gem who became more than anyone thought she could." She hadn't lied in that little compartment. There were times she looked up to Pearl for strength. And here, in this odd city, the least she could do was spread her story.

[story_and_teller]

"Oh, I like the sound of that. Shall we find a place to sit?" she asks.