#stcries

'Shared cus'— ? 'Her new'— ? 'New d'— ? ANOTHER ONE?

                  ⤷  let  me  draw  our  muses  together  !!  +  @stcries

The other Diamonds were going to be so mad if they ever found out, but honestly, it was their fault for leaving them stuck up there in that boring ship for what felt like forever. This was their very first planet, after all! It was only fair they got to really see it up close.

As sneaky as a Pink could manage, they tiptoed right past their Rose Quartz guards with a mischievous little bounce in their step, heart pounding with excitement as they zipped down to the surface in a shimmer of light. The moment their feet touched the ground, they let out a delighted gasp. Oh, it was beautiful! All these weird, wonderful creatures buzzing and fluttering around, strange plants swaying gently in the breeze they wandered through an open field bursting with the prettiest flowers, spinning in slow circles with arms outstretched to brush their fingertips across the colorful petals.

Giggling to themselves, they spotted the biggest, fluffiest bush of blooms and flopped backward into it with a dramatic sigh of pure happiness, letting the soft petals swallow them up like a cozy, fragrant cloud. They rolled around a little, kicking their legs up in the air before settling in deeper.

After centuries of waiting, they’d finally done it. After all that negotiating or, okay, mostly just lots of whining Blue, Yellow, and White had given them a world of their very own. And what a nice smelling one it was, if they did say so themselves. They closed their eyes, breathing it all in with slow, contented breaths, a huge smile spreading across their face as they relaxed into the planet’s quiet hum, listening to the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unfamiliar creatures. For the first time in ages, they felt completely free.

❝ ---eh, no harm done. been meanin' t'make another one, anyway. ❞ gingerly, he stoops down to pick up the broken axe. ❝ don't get t'use 'em much, anyways. ❞ unceremoniously, he breaks off the head of the tool, before chucking the wooden handle into the small firepit he'd started. ❝ 'ere---- ❞ a grubby hand gestures to the empty log on the opposite side of him; inviting the other to sit.

❝ probl'y should ask this first, but---you're not a spy, right? ❞ caleb didn't figure he was, but you just never knew, these days. ❝ ye jus' so happen t'stumble upon my little camp, of sorts. not the most ideal, but i'm makin' do. on account'a me havin' t'fix my boat. ❞ a stick gets taken up in hand; using it as a fire poker to stoke the fire.

@stcries asked: "”this is madness, don’t you see! killing hundreds, thousands of people, all for the sake of what? a chance at changing the laws of our universe. it’s not even guaranteed to work, warrick. then what? what of all those innocent lives used to fuel your ambitions.” hehehe hi :)"

From: Unprompted Ask || Always Accepting!

Warrick laughed at the mere thought that Dusk even thought he cared about what he was doing to some of these game worlds. As if Warrick had cared to begin with, but the more time went on, the less Warrick cared a lot about the inhabitants of the games he was destroying. At the end of the day, some of what he was doing was on him, there was no doubt about that. But the fact that there was still someone above Warrick that was calling the shots and what game worlds to go after was...

Quite interesting, to say the least. From Warrick's perspective, it didn't seem many of the people who were with the Farcade actually knew about the others in the Syntax beyond just those who were on Warrick's ship. That was interesting in itself to him, but the fact that so many seemed to just think he was doing this to kill off game worlds was... quite the theory.

Not a wrong theory, by any means, but it wasn't fully correct either.

And there in it was the fun that Warrick had with doing all of this. There was a sort of fun he hadn't been able to have in a long time before he started going after these game worlds. And the more he was able to get rid of, the more people felt how he felt when his world was the first to fall to the Syntax so long ago...

❝I find it ever so funny that you think all of this simply comes from me wanting to change a few laws in the universe that we all share, Dusk,❞ Warrick remarked with a heavy chuckle as he simply glared his way, ❝The simple assumption that I am doing all of this simply because I want to take over some game worlds, that I want to be the one who is the leader of every villain and get rid of the heroes once and for all, yes?❞

That was what he assumed a lot of people were thinking about when they saw him. He didn't have to guess too hard about it, because in a way, that was the facade he was putting on. And the fact that even Dusk was thinking that meant that what he was doing was working to some degree. And he really liked that prospect.

❝Fueling my ambitions is only a part of the overarching plan for what I am doing. I would think you'd know that,❞ he huffs, ❝but who am I to get in the way of your line of thinking? If you wish to have the wrong assumption about what I am doing, then by all means... keep thinking that way. I will not stop you.❞

He gave a small grin again and shook his head lightly.