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‒ “NOW, let us only hope that left a mark. That means he’ll remember this for as long as it may take to heal.” She said slight humor in the most serious tone. “You know you have a pretty good punch… maybe you could teach me? I know I don’t LOOK the most intimidating ‒ but really I’m a fast learner.”

Nessarose smiled, making sure to put on a slight face that usually had the ability to convince people of s o m e t h i n g.

‒SHE snorted and tucked her bottom lip under the top, nodding her head with a touch of laughter. Though she would never resort to such rude behavior, she wouldn’t mind if someone were to do it for her. 

The fire burned high and Ariel and Mavros were bickering, yet again.

“I am merely saying that it would be better to not be in that situation,” Ariel said.

“One can only be so prudent when dealing with the gods,” Mavros said. “You would outright ignore a summons from Zeus himself? I’m not even certain that’s possible.”

Puck wandered into the conversation while watching the stars. Orion was chasing the Pleiades again, and he sought to escape the chill when he noticed the others’ conversation.

“What’s this about?” he asked.

“Paris’ Apple,” Mavros said. “Ariel has decided to take the path of ‘I’d rather not.’“

“Not deciding is a valid position,” Ariel said.

“Are you Socrates?” Mavros asked. “You remember what they did to him, right?”

“Neither of us are old enough to remember Socrates, and there is no right choice,” Ariel said.

“That’s not quite so,” Puck said.

“What do you mean?” Ariel asked. “No matter who was chosen, the other two would make your life miserable.”

Puck waved their hand, conjuring a golden fruit amidst bronze sparks. He lobbed it over to Ariel, who fumbled with it for a moment before holding it in his palm.

“I move the question,” Puck said. “What is thy choice?”

“I...” Ariel stared at the apple, turning it over a few times in his hand. “I suppose Athena. Wisdom, intelligence, crafting, strategy-- ‘tis a beauty that never ages nor fades.”

“Oh, please,” Mavros said, snatching the apple away from him. “It’s obviously Hera. There’s a reason she’s queen of the gods, and in any case, she mitigates the consequences. To earn her favor is no small feat, and even if Aphrodite withholds all love, marriage is Hera’s domain, and far more advantageous.”

“Exactly the words a parent wants to hear from their child,” Puck drawled. The apple flew out of Mavros’ hand and back to Puck’s. “You are both wrong, by the way.”

“Paris can’t have been right,” Mavros said.

“Of course he wasn’t, he was an idiot,” Puck said. “But at least he understood the question.”

“The apple was inscribed with ‘For the fairest’,” Ariel said. “Is it not a question of beauty?”

“The inscription was by Eris, who wanted to start a fight at a party,” Puck said. “While I understand her sentiment, that is not the question Paris was forced to answer.”

“It was about desire,” Mavros said. “The offerings of the goddesses.”

“Exactly,” Puck said. “And Paris was an idiot if he thought taking the wife of a Spartan king was a good idea. Ariel, thou chose with caution and wisdom, both things Athena would commend thee for, but I know thy heart’s desire and waging war is far from it.”

Ariel looked away.

“Mavros, my son, as always thou art blinded by thine ambition,” Puck continued. “Thou art correct to value a blessing from Hera, but to think that love can be so divorced from marriage is unwise considering the path to the power thou doth seek.”

“And what is your choice?” he asked. “If all three are wrong, who can it be?”

“She who is at the heart of all.”

Puck threw the apple into the fire and the flames leaped and sparked.

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He’s on some sort of hallucinatory drug. He must be.

Jim is not new to drugs, he knows how they feel, and he’s reasonably sure the planet they just beamed down on has something floating in the air he’s breathing in, because this feels like. Being high.

Everything is more saturated than it should be, more perfumed. He feels like his skin is swelling, like he shouldn’t be able to feel as much as his nerves are saying he feels. So when flitting floating strange creatures appear, human-like and yet as if they’re from a dream’s dream, he bursts into hopeless laughter, shaking his head as he covers his eyes.

Puck was walking through the woods. She gripped her sword tightly, and unease washing over her with the mist. The wind was warm, like the radiant heat of a fire, and the ground seemed to move. There was a hand on her shoulder and she turned, raising her sword. She froze.

“...Father?”

Puck is a Ruby, whose gem is over her heart and can summon a sword as her weapon. Despite being the smallest of the three renegade gems, she is the de-facto leader, being the oldest. She is fierce and loyal to those that are loyal to her, and retains her original verse’s trickster streak.

Ariel is a Sapphire, whose gem is on her forehead and can summon a bo staff as her weapon. She is the voice of reason of the group, and the one who reaches out the most to the humans near by wherever the three go. She has studied their medicine and finds it fascinating how humans heal without regenerating completely.

Mavros is a Black Onyx, whose gem is on her right palm. She was once an Agate, but was forced into being experimented on in a Kindergarten, where she was turned into an Onyx. As a result, she cannot summon a weapon. She was locked away and later found by Ruby and Sapphire during the war.

Of course, Ruby and Sapphire can fuse to form a Garnet, though their Garnet has four arms and eyes. Garnet’s weapon is a glaive.

After Ruby and Sapphire found Onyx, the three deserted, hiding away from the war until it was over. They did not align with Rose Quartz out of fear that she would be just like the Diamonds.  Now stranded on Earth, they wander around mostly aimlessly, wrecking Homeworld stuff, avoiding Kindergartens, and mostly hiding from those that might harm them, particularly Onyx.