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]

"What do you make of this?" Loki asks softly, looking askance at Garnet.

[furypatienceconversation]

Her mind was back in the control room of the kindergarten, watching a forced fusion grow and form out of a pillar Peridot had removed from the ceiling. She was looking at the beast made of hands and feet, beings that should never be--

Were these...

"Shards..."

[story_and_teller]

"How can we know for sure?" Loki asks, voice still soft as she glances from the... maybe-shards? To Garnet.

[furypatienceconversation]

If Steven were here, he'd know. He'd spoken with them before. He knew their voices and could reach them. But Garnet wasn't Steven. Garnet wasn't a Quartz. So she had only one method.

"We remove them from the liquid. If they scream, we'll know."

For once, her voice sounded distant. Still certain, but certain in a way she didn't want to be. Homeworld... How could they have become this barbaric?

[story_and_teller]

"I can pull them out without touching them," Loki offers. "Telekinetically."

[furypatienceconversation]

"If this thing is using gem power, it would be better to see it destroyed." But Garnet paused and allowed, "After the shards are... seen to."

If they screamed--

If they screamed, she couldn't tell Steven. Not ever.

[story_and_teller]

"I'll start with one then," Loki replies, fingers glowing a soft emerald green as she makes a beckoning gesture... and then pauses, frowning at the sudden resistance-- Lines of connection flare up between the jagged points and edges of the shards, nothing visible, but Loki can feel it.

"...or not. Hm. It's all or nothing, I'm afraid."