What girl doesn't need a good axe?

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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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"Until more time passes, it is the story entirely." Or at least the one perspective on the story Garnet would tell. Any more would have to be told by Pearl.

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"She's still alive, right? So then. The story so far."

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"That's what I said."

[story_and_teller]

"Not precisely."

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To her, it was. But it didn't matter enough to protest. Garnet shrugged and stood. There were more weapons to peruse, and she'd barely started.

Even if she was going to have to ask Greg about money.

Hm.

[story_and_teller]

"You look as if you have a question."

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"I need money." Not so much a question as... a lack.

[story_and_teller]

"There are plenty of dungeons and that sort of thing around here," Loki says. "Wanna go punch some monsters, and retrieve some treasure?"

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"Dungeons. Explain." This... wasn't something she was used to thinking about.

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"Ancient mazes of damp mossy stone, usually under the ground though not always, frequently accompanied by ruins, often full of monsters, corpses, and corpses of monsters," she explains. "May or may not contain dragons, almost always full of treasure."

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Now that.

That sounded familiar.

"Show me."

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"All right," Loki says after a moment, hopping to her feet, and turning, gesturing over her shoulder. "Let's go find one."

A green glimmer forms around her hand, as she draws it through the air, and back again, and then once more, before stopping, pointing a little to her left. She nods, and says, "This way."

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"Interesting magic." No critique - just observation. That was a power she didn't have, but now that Loki had pointed it out, Garnet could see where to go.

Maybe it was odd that she took the lead, but she went unerringly toward the dungeon Loki had decided on.

[story_and_teller]

"Just a basic divination," she says with a shrug. She smiles though, and follows after a moment.

How very interesting.

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She was carrying her polearm, walking through the crowd as if there was no crowd at all. She missed every oncoming pedestrian until they were in the edge of the forest. And even then, the forest was no challenge. "Divination," she echoed once they were surrounded by quiet instead of the multitude of voices.

[story_and_teller]

"A bit like second sight, a bit like precognition, but more targeted," she explains.

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She'd known that. Her question was more-- "Is it an inherent magic, or learned?"

[story_and_teller]

"Well..." She frowns thoughtfully. "All my magic is inherent. But the spell was learned. By the Loki of long, long ago."

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Ah. That, Garnet understood. Mostly. "There are multiple Lokis?"

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"In a way. And in a way, there is only one. Loki-that-was learned, and so Loki-that-is knows. But what Loki-that-is learns, cannot often aid Loki-that-was."

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Ah. That, she comprehends.

"I see."

But then she was walking on, contemplating how knowing the future effected her. Not that she hadn't considered it before, but it was something worth thinking about multiple times.

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"You know... I think you might," Loki replies. "So, do you want to go in through the cave entrance, or the tunnel entrance?"

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Options. Garnet looked ahead, weighing and measuring possibilities before deciding - "The tunnel entrance."

If they passed through it first, they had a better chance of leaving through the cave. The tunnel was old. There were chances it could collapse, depending on the many possibilities inside the dungeon.

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"Sounds good to me," Loki says cheerfully.

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"You use your magic for combat." She could see a few instances of that ahead. Garnet used hers, too. Just in a more physical way.