#singer-snowflake

It had been pretty quiet lately. The villains were laying low after their last operation. The streets were...oddly quiet, though. People weren’t out, bustling from place to place, pro-heroes weren’t patrolling every corner. So, Toga took advantage of that. She had went out to get a few things, a coffee mainly. Fresh air. And some groceries. 

But currently, she was sitting on a bench, sipping the Mocha she had gotten. It was a cool night, the breeze was enough to put a chill to someones skin. Luckily, she had her sweater. She could stay here for a while, enjoy the quiet, clear her head....

Snow groaned, but as the dust cleared it was obvious that Snow was not human at all. She looked at Rukia for a moment and smiled. “Yeah, I just lost focus is all. Thanks for helping.” she said. Snow was a Gem, from another planet no less. As the name implied, she was of a race of living gemstones. “I’m Snowflake Obsidian, but everyone usually just calls me Snow for short. You took that thing down pretty fast… I couldn’t really see it, I could only feel it.” Snow stood tall finally, and her face could be seen clearly. Her skin was an ash color, with jagged black stripes all over. She had orange amber-like eyes like fresh lava too and pointy teeth. Snow was looking at Rukia awkwardly at first… and then she noticed that people were looking at her funny and whispering things. They thought she was talking to herself. “Hey lemme ask you something… how come I can see you but I can’t see that thing that attacked me?” Snow finally asked, willing her weapon away into her gem with ease.

Rukia raised an eyebrow curiously, seeing that she was definitely different from a normal human. “Snow.” She repeated, trying the foreign sounding word in her mouth. “Ah yes, a hollow. It’s one of my duties as a soul reaper to kill hollows that attack humans.” Violet eyes widened as the gem’s weapon disappeared seemingly without effort. 

Cinnabar took a deep breath, stretching her limbs out, alternating between arm stretches. She felt loose and relaxed for good measure. Sitting up in her bed, she streched her legs out, then let them fall limp. Nice. The dragon blanket she had was no longer pinned up, but now, it was strewn around the bed, half of the large cloth hanging off the bed from the previous night of rest.

With a relaxing release of air from her mouth, she got up. Today was the day that she would have decidedly went to talk to that wretched prisoner of war.

Hm.. maybe I shouldn't use that to describe her. She's just as broken as anyone else under Pink's command,  Cinnabar thought, "correcting" her mistake. She rubbed her hands together, seeing as it was a little chilly in here. Very strange for a room with fire all in it.

Regardless, she straightened her posture and made her way down to the basement, where the large glass circle changed shape into into a tube in the center of the room. it hovered off of the ground and with the fire in it, it gave the room a nice fireplace glow of warmth.

The basement was mostly barren, other than some old junk and the countless militia artifacts she kept for centuries. The pile of decimated, ashy punching bags was one of her favorites. She would have to remember to get some more later.

She continued for her current task, heading over towards the trapdoor in the corner of the room. There one only one brick that stood out from a smooth crystalized wall and that was the brick she pressed. The trap door opened and she was sent falling, hurling down into another room. When she landed, she landed harshly, but on her feet (she may have stumbled forwards onto her hands from the shock). She quickly picked herself up and stood at attention, looking around this room. It was way more intense than hers. "The boots with the grips would've been a better choice.", she notes thoughtfully to herself, suggesting she would slide down the walls next time instead of the less favorable, hurtling toward the ground.

But she wasn't here to sightsee, so she stepped off the slightly elevated platfrom and took precarious steps forward. Surprisingly, she didn't see the broken soldier outright. Maybe she was hidden somewhere, not here at the moment, or Cinnabar was just blind and didn't notice her in front of her.

"You've got company, soldier. I must have a few words with you. It is of the most upmost importance that you come speak with me.", she said, her presence bold and commanding as was her tone.

@singer-snowflake​

Iolite listened to Snow’s words with awe. She was so used to giving praise to her Diamond, so when praise came her way, she never knew how to take it.

““You really think so?” She asked, holding her arm. “I know I put everything into serving my Diamond, trying my best to follow her will and spread it among the Gems of the city...”