#margarite

Routhierite is composed by his majority by poisons: Thallium, Mercury, Arsenic and Antimony. This didn’t made him feel awkward in the slightest- in fact, he invented a job for himself. He is the executioner for the Admirabilis tribes, that rely on his sense of justice and his purity for the criminals they bring to him to execute. He only executes the most horrible criminals, that made crimes so bad his innocent mind can’t even grasp. Admirabilis loves him for that- even if they can’t even get near him without dying an horrible death. 

His blades are made of Thallium, that makes them extremely sharp and poisonous just to the touch. In case of emergency, he can also use Mercury to fill them and make them real, big “liquid swords”.

Margarite was a chemist. He is the teacher of Mellite, the new chemist at the Village, and he specialized in a thing, very far away from the Gems society, that always fascinated him: food.

Studying the small microorganism that makes them move and live, he discovered that they eat too, and they love certain type of elements, outside the light of the sun. So he created a substance that could replicate the effect of the sun, and with time he made others and others, but grew bored of other chemistry things and decided to only be only dedicated to that: recreational drinks! From the admirabilis, he understood the concept of “alcohol”, and now he is the productor of Admirabilis alcohol and “gem fun liquid”, that can vary from energetic drinks to keep them awake in the dim light of the fire during the night or to make them relax. He uses them A LOT. don’t call him a drunkard, please. he’s a nice gem.

Perhaps it was the way claw marks were permanently embedded into them, how their nasty peach color was sickening or the fact that the ones on her articulations made it hard to bend them. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stand the sight of them, yet they were always within her eyesight.

She sat on the cold grass, looking at the best jewel there was : her pearl. Round, soft, pure, slightly dull, beautiful, wonderful pearl. She observed it for a moment fondly.

After a while, she felt it. From Margarite’s mouth came a thick, black mucus. She licked her gem faithfully with the fluid, making sure that every part of it was covered, she has many new memories to make, her last few weeks had been very tumultuous after all. She rubbed and brushed and smeared. But the liquid never turned into a shiny coat, it slid on the surface with a squeaky sound and fell on the grass, leaving only a pool of dark goop.

It’s happening again.

Margarite let a new wave of mucus out, thinking deeply about the new memories, she licked once more, but the goo stuck more to her tongue than it did to her pearl. She tried and tried again. Everytime, her moves became more shaky, each lick went by faster, her feet were slowly getting engulfed by the black pool.

Finally, she noticed the warmth enveloping her back paws.

     - No, no no no no no no !

She quickly lifted her legs, her paws leaving the pool with a squishy sound, she watched it, slowly descending down from her paws and falling back onto the ground, but the opal, her opal, it was covered in it, and it wasn’t slipping away. Margarite shook her legs many time, but it remained stuck. She watched, powerless, she watched the mucus slowly turning into an iridescent, peach colored sheen.