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The landing lights had begun to flicker back from green, bathing the entire ship in a flush of reds and yellows. The thud of Jasper’s footsteps echoed from corridor to corridor, pounding over the mechanical click and whirr of flight preparations. Fists clenched, teeth bared, she glared. 

What a waste. What a joke. What a pathetic excuse for a fight. What a pathetic excuse for a planet.

Jasper had expected more, so much more. 

She jabbed a finger at her Peridot Technician, happy in any eventuality to exert her frustration. To spread the misery. Rose’s army may well have been a cluster of four, but Jasper would take every pain to treat them like the traitors they were. That, at least, would make her feel better. 

First things first. 

“That abomination is finally unfused.”

Gems had no natural concept of dreaming. No Homeworld word for it, either. No dreams, no imagination, no...otherness. No rest from reality. Only corruption, true madness, held any similarity to human detachment. 

And fusion, of course. 

Jasper hung in the darkness of Malachite. The chains which bound her chest and legs snaked out on either side, trailing into nothingness like a great crude web. Her hair hung about her face, stirring softly in the pseudo-currents of something else’s mind. 

Every so often her fingers would twitch, reflexively. As if ready and willing to fight, to snatch, to pull. As if the struggle of so many hours had instilled a constant waking tic. Even as her blank yellow stare swept the gloom, Jasper seemed to be waiting for something. Some lax in the chain, some chip in the loop, something to rouse her from her stupor and Grab. 

Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.

(Just for fun, this is playing under the assumption that Malachite was formed partly out of the volatile nature of the fusion itself, and could have been something different in different circumstances, as the netural gem is known to react violently in water, and Malachite herself never forms as a solid personality.) 

Name: Ocean Jasper

Personality: Created in the heat of battle in a moment of urgency, fuelled by two gems who would otherwise have had nothing to do with one another, Ocean Jasper is a very...fixated fusion. She seems, at times, entirely driven by a singular narrow desperation, pooled from and driven by both gems: To survive, and to prove herself in her survival. 

She has little regard for conversation, little regard for other gems, and can appear entirely self-motivated and selfish to those on the outside, even if neither Jasper nor Lapis wish to remain alone with one another. She seems always to be running; both away and towards something, pushed and pulled by both aspects of herself. A twisting, desperate live-wire, Ocean Jasper needs little excuse to fight, and is even easier to provoke than a regular Jasper. 

Abilities: Ocean Jasper is a scrappy, capable little fighter. She retains some of Lapis’s elegance and swiftness (especially in regards to her water manipulation, which remains at the forefront of any attack) but seems to consist vastly of Jasper’s unthinking brute force. She has a tendency to charge her opponents, flanked on both sides by watery fists. 

Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.

Based exclusively on how our two muses interact. I know you ship with a couple of Jaspers, but I find this dynamic slightly easier to write. 

Name: Bastnäsite

Personality:  Bastnäsite…is not the most stable of fusions. Whilst far from a forced fusion, she comes from a place of little respect or understanding, making the melding of personalities within her both uncomfortable and unbalanced. Jasper is on a constant warpath for major control, as she puts little trust in diopside’s smallness or insecurities to make them a strong and worthy fusion. She considers the other half a hindrance, not an asset to their power, and wrenches back consciousness at any given opportunity to underline what She can do Better. 

Rarely does Bastnäsite have the opportunity to properly meld as her own person, and rarely does she find herself with a proper active consciousness. Mostly she wavers between the two; a steady fusion, but one made of two opposing (one demanding, one beseeching) voices. 

However, during those rare moments when Bastnäsite becomes an individual, she pervades an overwhelming feeling of…well…relief. Strength and desperation, certainly, but also vast, wavering oceans of relief. Relief in proper fusion, relief in unity, relief in a relinquishing of struggle and resentment, relief in simply existing. 

Abilities: As with most Quartz fusions, Bastnäsite boasts a natural strength and hardiness in any battle, and is extremely hard to down. Mixed with Diopside’s affinity for spider-like wall-climbing, as well as a certain unusual smallness for a fusion (Bastnäsite is, when standing, barely taller than Jasper unfused) this makes Bastnäsite a rock-hard little swinging fist of a fighter. 

However, her unbalanced nature often gets the better of her, making Bastnäsite reactions and perceptions more than a little shaky. Battle is often when Jasper’s headstrong nature unfuses them both. 

Even in the darkness of the control room, Jasper’s expression said it all. 

Jasper was, on a basic level, aware that these things had to be done. That ships needed pilots, that pilots needed knowledge. That knowledge was, occasionally, a useful commodity. 

But Jasper hadn’t been made for her technical prowess. She hadn’t been made for her brain. She could fight, she could win. What was there to think about? It was a necessity so far beneath her it wasn’t even worth looking down. And this...Peridot was a long way down indeed. 

Huh. Limb enhancers. 

“Just stay out of my way.”

So I threw some colour on this sketch, because it’s been ages since I’ve painted anything casually. 

Not entirely happy with the colour palette. I’m not 100% sure it fits the scheme of Rheniite. But it was late at night and kind of a rush job, and a lot of it ended up being Bismuth and Jasper’s major colours mixed together.