#rubisflame

“HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OLD!”

She couldn’t see. There was only now and it bugged Garnet. At least, it definitely bugged the side of Garnet that always knew three steps ahead of the now. It led to the other side to be a bit more prominent once the statue-still indecision wore off. For her to be a bit more careless. A tad more ‘vocal’.

“Toys! They replaced our gauntlets with toys! ‘I know, but that’s no reason to panic this much.’ But we can’t even see! What if somethin’ happens and we don’t have time to react anymore. ‘We’ll be fine.’“ 

It wasn’t very often she talked to ‘herself’ out loud. The fact that she was upset about her weakened self, lack of powers, and the fact they hadn’t given her the two gem’s rings didn’t help. 

She was so caught up with keeping herself her that she didn’t even realize a red blur was running at her until she grunted from the impact to her legs. At the very least, it gave the fusion something else to concentrate on-- A Ruby? No... Not a Ruby.

“A talking red-gemmed golem with feminine features?” With those gems and such around the other, no doubt Narberal marks Ruby as a ‘Golem’ who just brought back to life from a magic ritual from an unknown source. Bet she’s even harder as a rock.

oh darn it! she can’t see a thing under her hair, but she’s not really one to pull back her hair unless she really needs to. she risks it for a second, squinting and opening her eye as she looks around.

She had honestly forgotten to dress up, she had been so busy with the preparations of the medical stuff that she forgot. But, hey, that was alright. Angie was content with her usual wear - she figured if she had gotten too fancy, naturally she would be tripping over everything. 

Waving a friendly hand to everyone she comes in contact with, the blonde stops and looks down. A certain outfit had caught her attention.

❝You have the cutest costume! A cowboy, yes?❞

Honestly, Angie was just gushing. Sorry, Ruby. Outfits like this reminded her of those cheesy western movies. Maybe she should subject Derek Stiles to one sometime...

   He’s skeptical. A Man of science after all. Sure, he’s seen the workings of magic in action... He had a magic floating mask bossing him around back home! He even enlisted a few other masks to help assist his former ‘Ultimate Weapon’ against Crash. But, he never really cared much for the idea of magic... Unless it involved granting him power in some way. “I’ll admit, this sort of surveillance system is unique, especially if it links to ones conscious mind...” And he’d have to take notes for his own future plans down the road. But so much for his evil plans tonight. Shooing away the golden papillon, Cortex rolls his eyes. “I’m not one for staying so well behaved for so long...” Once he breathes this, more butterflies seem to amass near him. “Ahh- That is to say- In a legitimate, not sneaky way, that I like a little bit of chaos!” A sad attempt to dissuade the butterflies from inspecting him any further. Even if he’s not showing any signs of acting violently right now, he didn’t want to be stuck in that fragment for some stupid reason like this. Putting on a cheesy smile, he chuckles awkwardly before taking note of someone ascending up the stairs. A Perfect distraction! He doesn’t even get a look at who it is before hurrying towards them in a desperate attempt to avoid suspicion.

   “Hey, you!” Oh, wow, they were certainly very red! And a Cowpoke too. “Ahh... You’re here for the escape room too, Right? Need a buddy~?” There’s no avoiding the butterflies around this place, but maybe if he played along for a bit and ‘mingled’, it would take the heat off him.