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And Steven appears, strumming away on his ukulele as loudly as possible, as a means to make it not so quiet around here.

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Out of Bubble: *whispers I have no shame... okay, i have a lot of shame but 700% more impulsive than shameful so I guess it kinda cancels each other out but still I am... I need to learn some self-control. ... later...*

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Update

Out of Bubble: I apologize for my sudden drop in activity. I have been either out of town or really sick or working or whatever, and I’m still trying to fight off the last of this cold, so I’m gonna sit back and I might just do some passive stuff. I have a super cool idea for an OC, so I might follow through on that.

In the meantime, I plan to take it easy and not to push too much on Steven since his muse has become elusive as of late. (Here’s hoping I don’t drop off the RP scene again, seeing as it’s become a bit of a habit within recent years. o.o;;)

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             “Maybe you should take a moment to think before you decide to do it?”

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TV Tropes as Sentence Starters

“Nice job breaking it, hero.”

“My shield will protect me!”

“I thought everyone could do that.”

“Are these wires important?”

“Chemistry can do anything.”

“I know your true name.”

“Screw learning, I have phlebotium!”

“We have forgotten the phlebotium.”

“What do you mean it’s phlebotium?”

“When things spin, science happens!”

“With great power comes great insanity.”

“Words can break my bones.”

“But you were there. And you, and you.”

“I am not Leonard Nemoy.”

“I want you to meet an old friend of mine.”

“Narrowed it down to the guy I recognize.”

“What the hell, casting agency?”

“Anything you can do, I can do better.”

“Babies make everything better.”

“I just wanna be badass/beautiful/normal/special/you.”

“I just wanna have friends.”

“Mother Russia makes you strong.”

“The Presents were never from Santa.”

“Save this person, save the world.”

“Screw the money, I have rules!”

“Screw the rules, I have money!”

“We just need to wait for rescue.”

“What, exactly, is his job?”

“Your terrorists are our freedom fighters.”

“Come with me if you want to live.”

“But thou must!”

“I just shot Marvin in the face.”

“I’m never going to tell you what I’m telling you!”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Have you told anyone else?”

“Why don’t you just shoot him?”

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Update

Out of Bubbles: I will be going away to some place without internet for the weekend. I probably won’t be online again until Tuesday. Thanks for your patience!

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And, all of a sudden, he saw her.

At first, he didn’t react. He just stared, slack jawed, turning as pale as a ghost. He rubbed his eyes, once, twice, thrice, looking back at her each time to make sure it really was her. It really was Pearl. It really was!

            “Pearl!”

He sprinted and bounded full speed to her, arms instinctively out for a hug, and he wrapped his arms around her legs tightly. For a long time, he remained, holding tightly because he feared if he let go, she would disappear. And yet, when he finally found the courage to do so, she stood still before him and he was relieved. 

He stood in front of her now, with his hands in tiny fists, his expression an oxymoronic mix of happiness and horror. She was here. But she was here.

            “N-No! I’m fine. What about you? Are you okay?”

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Pearl is a logical Gem. To her, all happenings must have a cause, and all causes must lead to happenings. So it should be no surprise that the first thing she thinks when she regains consciousness in a strange world in that perhaps the Warp Pad malfunctioned, or she was poofed in battle and taken to a strange planet.

Or maybe, deep down, she does know she’s been shattered, but she doesn’t want to believe it. 

Pearl walks down the labyrinthine streets of the Core, growing uneasier with every step she takes. She can’t find any of the Crystal Gems–the first feeling that tugs on her is that she’s the only one left, but her fears are somewhat dispelled as she catches sight of a familiar curly mop-top and pink tee shirt.

“Steven? Steven!” she calls, waving at him frantically. “Thank goodness I’ve found you! You’re not hurt, are you?”

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30 Days of Character Development -- Day Twelve

Do they get along with their partner, if they have one? If they do not have one, what do they feel about the prospect of getting one?

Well, Steven’s partner is on hiatus, so... But I did have her as a partner before as Reno, and I’m strongly certain that he will like her. We haven’t had a chance to RP yet, but I certainly look forward to it!

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Out of Bubbles: Wow, look at me getting some shit done. I really wanted to get some replies done for Steven today and lookie! Suhweet. Now, I have to go out and do stuff, so I’ll be back later. Ta ta for now!

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            “B-But you have to! There’s other ways to make money, Remy. L-Look!”

He pulled his ukulele from over his shoulder and strummed an A minor.

            “In the Star Gardens, you played the piano. And it was really good. If you learned to play a little more, we could start a band! W-We could find other people who like music to join us. And then, you won’t have to put your self in danger to make money! And, it’ll be... It’ll be fun...”

His eyes cast downward and sighed.

             “This place isn’t like home. I know you want to keep pretending like it is, but it’s not. There’s no way to tell what these people will do to you if they catch you. We’re already dead. This is eternity. What if they lock you away forever and ever and ever?

            A-and, you and I, we have powers. I didn’t know anyone who wasn’t a Gem could have powers like us, but here you are. What if there’s someone out there we don’t know about, who’s a lot stronger than us? What if they hurt you because they think you’re a bad person? But you’re not a bad person! You’re a good person! You’re just... doing a bad thing. You’re using your powers to take from people instead of helping them.

            Remy, there’s a lot of things that could go wrong. Someone could hurt you or... Or you could end up hurting someone on accident... You’re a Superhero and I know you don’t want that. You shouldn’t have to steal to get by. There has to be another way. There always is.”

Truth to Mask the Heart

Remy paused quietly watching Steven’s reaction it certainly wasn’t exactly what he expected. He honestly expected to be yelled at or for Steven to run away threatening to call the police. Concern over his safety was kind of the last thing he thought about. Remy knew though that, it wasn’t a promise he could keep. It was one of his few ways of income until the bars and casinos really took off. If they ever did. 

Remy sighed he didn’t want to lie not to Steven. Even more so he didn’t want Steven to find out later that he had been lied to. “Now… Mon Ami that isn’t a promise I can keep.” 

“I know that it’s hard to hear but I really don’t want to lie to you. It’s ‘ow I make money, Mon Ami.” 

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Floaty powers and explosions!? Could this guy be any cooler!?

            “That’s awesome! I don’t think even Gems can do that! Well, Peridot can make metal things float and stuff, but you can make anything fly!”

Steven’s hands covered his face and he jumped excitedly. Never ever in a million years did he think he would ever meet a real Superhero. Just like the ones on TV! He pumped both his fists in the air and spun around again to face Remy once more, drawing his arms in again.

            “What else can you do? Show me everything! I wanna see it all!”

He moved to sit right where he was, then stopped himself and regained his balance again.

             “Wait, I think we should go some place where there’s more room, so you don’t have to worry about hurting anybody. There should be some place near by we can go to. Like, one of the Connecting Islands?”

Remy laughed a little and he let the cards rest in his hands. He pulled off the top card. He had not seen many that excited in recent memory. Maybe because of the political turmoil of mutants or maybe superheroes had just become mundane. He set the card on one of his fingers letting it spin impossibly. 

“Ah Mon Ami, I do ‘ave powers.” Remy laughed. “No flight nor lasers unfortunately. Did know some people like that in my time. No, no TV show. Would have been cool, but not popular enough.” He laughed and he stood up straight letting the card come to rest in his palm. 

“What I can do is make thin’s float and…” With a dramatic swoop of his arm he sent the card flying into the air. It wasn’t much longer that it exploded. “Make things explode. Along with a few other things.” 

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He took two the last two Cookie Cats offered to him by the woman behind the counter and turned as the bell rang the entrance of Link. Steven smiled and held out the ice cream treat to his new friend.

             "Here! There’s only two left. You can have one if you like.”

Never fear, cat, Link is coming to save yo-

…This is a food store. Perhaps there was no cat after all. He follows the other kid inside regardless. If a Cookie Cat was something for eating, he kinda wanted to try one too…

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Steven frowned a bit as the other’s mood seemed to get worse rather than better. This isn’t what he was trying to do. He didn’t want to make this guy upset. He wanted to help him get to sleep so he would be well rested in the morning for a good day. That was all he wanted. Now they were having a deep conversation that Steven wasn’t really ready for.

Maybe he would find out where everyone went. But he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to.

He thought about the question for a moment. Mostly, it was just a part of his usual self. Even back when he was alive, he was often helping other people, trying to make a positive in Beach City for the better. But, as time drew on, his reasons for doing seemed to change. And, within the last two years, there was too much change.

            “I guess... because it’s who I am?”

Subconsciously, he started to play with the bottom of his shirt.

            “It’s just... I don’t know what else to do. Everything’s gone. Earth, my friends, my family. I've never been so alone before. But, if I can help other people find happiness in this place, then at least I know I’m doing something. I’m still making a difference. It makes me happy, too, I guess.”

That wasn’t the reason he couldn’t sleep. Or maybe it was. Hidan never let himself think about it for too long. It caused him unnecessary emotions and dredged up shit he didn’t even know he had. Sure he was alone during his childhood for the most part, and sure he was the only surviving member of the Way of Jashin, and sure he had literally nobody in the afterlife, but did that really matter?

Why would it matter? It never mattered before so it shouldn’t matter now. Right? A scowl crept onto his face, a quick - “Tch. That’s fuckin’ stupid.” - escaping as a harsh whisper directed at himself. He didn’t elaborate on anything else.

So this kid’s world bit the dust around his birthday? A dry laugh escaped Hidan. That was funny in its own sick twisted way. It was how the world worked though; everyone was nothing more than a joke. He knew, and that’s why he spit in the worlds face every opportunity he got. Violet eyes glanced back at the child now laying down and sprawling out.

“You got that right kid. Just kick back, relax, and enjoy whatever this place hands you. Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll find out where everyone goes.” With that said, Hidan folded his hands behind his head and stared at the sky above. “…Hey, kid. Why’re you trying to help people?”

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He watched her point out different ice creams, trying to conclude a perfect solution in his mind. And, by nature, he absolutely did.

            “I know! Marian, we can get all three of them!”

He gestured to the three ice cream flavours Marian had pointed out to the woman behind the counter.

            “Two cones, three scopes, one of each, please!”

₢ He was asking her for an opinion? Someone who’s never had ice cream before? Marian is staring at the selections and then she’s humming with a finger placed on her cheek in thought, “OH!” She got it, “How about that one,” She points at the pistachio. “I think I want to try the thing called….rocky road?” That doesn’t sound so bad. “Or maybe try that one,” She’s pointing at the cotton-candy flavored as well. 

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             “Yes, please!”

An innocent reply as he took the container and examined the splendidly prepared dish. He picked it up, thanked him once, and took a full bite of the food. He handed back the container, chewing away happily for a brief few moments. Then he slowly stopped chewing. His expression grew puzzled... and then alarmed. He jumped to his feet, yelling through closed lips, and rushed into a nearby shop.

A few moments later, he reappeared with a water bottle in one hand and the other waving wind at his tongue. He took another strong gulp of the water and slowly returned to his seat beside the other. For a moment, he was silent, regaining his composure and sipping his water. And then;

             “Can I have another?”

Happily, he put the cap back on the water bottle.

            "It’s pretty good. Not as spicy as firesalts but it’s still pretty spicy.”

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“Would you care for a bite?” It was an innocent question as he held out the container, the food ever so splendidly prepared. There had been no question in becoming self-reliant; that was the normal standard his parents ( and many others ) had set for him. Enticing as it looked however, he had forgotten the dish would be ( an appropriate simile ) spicy as hell.

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He stopped abruptly when she spoke to him, especially shocked when she knew his name. He paused for a moment, cautiously weighing his options. However, it didn’t seem like he was currently in any danger, so he opted to be friendly.

            “I... kinda died?”

he replied hesitantly, his voice cracking nervously on the last word.

            “How do you know my name? Have we met before?”

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“Huh? DON’T take the food? Guess it’s TOO LATE for THAT DATE!” She was seen talking to the sky, ever so casually, as if there was a conversational partner despite the empty vicinity. With her grin she had easily taken a GREAT BIG BITE, giving a satisfied sigh as her hunger was sated before POOF!-ING away.

“So, YOU’RE the STEVEN I’ve heard about, huh? What’re you doing HERE? Feeling… ADVENTUROUS?” Thought they’ve never met, it seemed she had a clear idea of just who he was.

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And the Gods did.

From the sky the other stared up, Steven floated down from the height of the building next to him. Gently, he landed a few feet in front of the other and smiled proudly at the success.

            “Yup! Still got it!”

His gaze finally settled on the other and was still for a moment.

            “Hey! Sorry to just drop by.”

He chuckled at his own pun for a moment before noting the unhappy expression the other bore.

            “Hey, you okay?”

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He’d thought he knew where he was going when he decided to head out to the store, but he quickly found he wasn’t too good at reading maps. He was becoming slightly panicked, trying to figure out if he could recognize any street names from the map, but nothing stuck. He sighed, staring upwards as if hoping the gods would send him an answer.

“Ahh… This is no good…”