Magicite Pistol

Cater knew it was courteous to pay respects to those lost in the battle but she didn’t care. They knew what could happen if they went into battle and they still chose to go. It’s not her fault that they died. They shouldn’t be fighting in the first place. “I’m not here to find loot.” she wasn’t going to mention how she wasn’t here to commemorate the fallen. At least, not yet.

Wordlessly did she manifest her anger, in the form of her bicolored hues settling on a common ground of pink for a few moments; yet upon realizing her inappropriate behavior she would close them, as if resetting them back to their natural two tone state. Another outlet appeared in her mind, one much more graceful and full of tact.

After her bearings were recovered, Neo rose to quickly retrieve the spilled content of the bag, like a gracious lady would do. 

Cater’s hands were up, ready to receive the bag. Instead what happened next just pissed off the girl. “Why would you--? Agh!” She ran towards the wastebin, before she was about to retrieve her bag that Mother gave her, she decided to show her gratitude.

As she followed the man, her gun was ready, finger on the trigger as she waited to get a clear shot on the man. Cater was quick and sometimes impulsive, but today she did her best not to run out and shoot the guy. She wasn’t equipped with her gun or her magic, plus she didn’t know what this robber’s abilities were. Instead, she stayed behind the officer with the shield. 

Garnet stared plainly at the BB gun the girl held. Of course, she didn’t really know what it was, as no Gem she knew of used a weapon like this. 

“It’s difficult to venture a guess when I don’t even know what their reasons are for keeping us here,” he replied. “But I doubt I’ll ever get that much out of them. If I had to guess in spite of all that? I’d say it’s doubtful.”

It wasn’t a very optimistic answer but it was most likely the correct answer.

“It definitely suits you! Do you have to style it a lot?” Gumi knew that sometimes their hair refused to cooperate – it was something that even being a robot couldn’t help.

And then Gumi realized something – they didn’t even know her name! 

“Oh! I’m sorry for not introducing myself sooner – you probably think I’m rude. I’m Gumi! Whats your name?”

“How’s about ya put your toy down before ya shoot my eye out, hm? Otherwise, we’re both gonna have a real bad time.”

The reaper dropped her guard only after Cater did the same. However, she wasn’t prepared for the shots that came next. Deep cutting questions, the same ones that already tore at her own mind. At least she harbored the answers to some of them. Cater’s efforts wouldn’t be a complete waste after all. A stern demeanor painted the cadet’s face, her tone low.

“We’re in some kinda weird experiment, based on what th’whitecoats said. I’ve been here a while, and haven’t found a way out. Hah, at least ya can still do somethin’. They gave me a hunk of wood.”

Sice slammed the end of her scythe’s pole against the pavement, splinters flying and breaking off from the impact. Hm. Couldn’t even give her quality wood, huh? She felt her heart sink slightly upon the gunner’s other question. Were they still dead…? Who knows. Based on what Jack had told her, they’re supposed to be.

“For some stupid reason, I don’t remember any of that happenin’. But Jack filled me in. I’m thinkin’ we’re supposed t’be dead, but this place definitely ain’t part of our world.”

A sigh escaped the auburn’s lips. “This is just so stupid.” She looked around, this place was no where near similar to all the cities she had been in the past. “So what are we gonna do here then? Just walk around like some useless kid? I don’t want to do that.”

It’s only natural that he lands back in the original version of a nearby district, not far from the water he accessed in the alternate world. Some of it, he’s crystallized into a solid in case there weren’t any attainable forms where he wound up next. Good thing, because bullets are sounding off and some girl is bouncing from one place to the next, taking out those blobs and a few people he’s never seen before.

Allowing the large crystal to melt between his hands, Percy uses the water to spread thinly over into a layered shield that solidifies from his shoulder to his waist. A quick burst of energy has him shoving through the crowd, knocking out a few on the enemy line and panting a little once he’s at her side. “Just an idea. How about we get out of here?”

posting order: cinque -> cater -> rem -> alt!sice

     IT’S AN ALL out war between the two cities and Cinque can’t help but be reminded of home. Granted she’s not sure which war was the bloodiest. All she knows is she needs to protect their Hive City and not let the alternate one destroy them. That she can do with no problem.

     It’s a shame that she had to reunite with Cater and Rem during this entire mess and she’d rather had seen them after all of this was over. Though, at the same time, she’s glad that they’re alright and not hurt - or worse - and teaming up reminded her of old times.

     ❝They’re taking this reaaaallly seriously. They really do mean business, huh?❞ She hasn’t broken a sweat yet. It feels good to have herself back at fully ability, since it gets the job easier. ❝Hmmm… We should look for the others ~! They’ve gotta be around here, right? Right?❞

     There was an uneasy feeling inside of her though. She can’t figure out what it is, though. Maybe it’s just gas.

Six quick shots were made before the short-haired girl was jolted back by a charged bullet. “It’s like the war with Milites all over again.” She huffed, getting back into motion. “Well if they’re gonna play hard, we just gotta show ‘em who’s boss!”  Cater turned to Rem, she knew of her condition but even then, she felt that if Rem couldn’t keep up she should just stay out. Even after all of the events that happened, Cater was still hard on the other. “You’re right Cinque, we might need back up.” 

The girl was out of harm's way, resting and making sure not to bring the two other girls down. Cater was too busy shooting at the others,focusing on which spell to cast not to notice her fellow classmate.

“And, yeah, I guess you’re right! I think I’ll keep my hair – it’s almost like a good luck charm!” they said, smiling at her. “By the way, your hair is cute too! I like it a lot.”

No harm, no foul, as the saying goes, and yet… the poor girl’s found herself at the end of Silver’s bladed tongue. “You’re annoying.” He says simply, as if that alone is reason enough to harass some innocent bystander.